#or how he went out of his way to make sure Pony got Soda’s letter

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

I feel like we don’t really talk enough about the things Dally does to show that he cares about Ponyboy too. We know that he cares about Johnny a ton because Ponyboy talks about it a lot, but he also does so much to remind Ponyboy that he’s loved and cared about

[contributingtothechaos]

Saw The Outsiders musical yesterday and thought I'd share my notes app rambles I wrote on the ride home after. These are just my favorite parts I'll make a separate one abt the things I missed/didnt like if anyone wants it. Spoilers below the cut

everything I loved abt it

• Intro almost exactly like in book

• Amazing singing from everyone

• The understudy who it was her first show was so good for her first time 

• The music was based off accurate music style for the time folk, bluegrass, Americana, rock

• They actually said fuck instead of "and than he said some words which aren't appropriate to print" or something like that

• Dallas>>>

• The slow motion was so so cool

• Repurposed the car for everything. Bed, table, concessions stand

• The girl greaser was great and really funny, could tell she was strong and had funny lines

• Drove a second car on stage??? Need to figure out how. Very cool

• Actually projected the movies onto back

• Reminded me of newsies alot

• The drowning scene actually insane

• The pounding sound when they were drowning him and the slo mo fighting from everyone else>>>

• The ringing every time he got knocked out 

• THE FAKE BLOOD oml

• Dude the party when they went to find dally was sorta crazy

• Dally is such a mom he's amazing

• The boards and tires for the train!!!

• Using the boards and tires so well for everything!!!

• Omfg the way they showed jonny's parents fighting projected shadows on the window

• The broken church window <3

• Ponyboy's hairrrrr nooooo the bleach blond😭😭😭

• THE LETTER FROM SODA OH MY GOD SO SAD, SUCH A GOOD SONG

• The smoke over the whole stage during the fire

• THE REAL ASS FIRE

• the way they use the boards and tires as a hospital bed

• OH MY FUCK THE FIGHT

• IT WAS SO COOL

• THE SLOW MOTION

• THE FLASHING LIGHTS

• THE WAY THEY ACTUALLY HAD IT "RAINING" ON THE STAGE

• THE MOVES TIMES WITHTHE FLASHING

• THE WAY THEY MAKE IT LOOK LIKE FIGHTING AND DANCING AT THE SAME TIME 

• hey hey hey what the hell was stay gold? That's what got me to start tearing up fr

• WHEN JONNY DIED

• all their reactions had me tearing

• WHAT THE FUCK DALLAS

• that train scene definitely didn't get me as hard as the book but it still hit

• THE FUCKING ENDING OF LITTLE BROTHER WHAT THE HELL

• DUDE THE TIME THEY DID SODA THE MOST JUSTICE WAS IN THAT SCENE WHERE PONY AND DALLY WERE FIGHTING 

• THATS WHEN I ACTUALLY STARTED CRYING WAS SODA YELLING AT THEM

• cherry bringing the letter from Jonny oml

• Them forgiving each other amd eating dinner together>>>>

• Him saying he started writing a story and letting darry read the beginning of it, it being the beginning of the book was so great

• And the the reprise with the last words of the book was so good

• All the other actors leaving the stage after bows and then ponyboy doubling back and grabbing green beans off the table and eating them idk just funny to me

• The actors were so nice outside and so was the crowd I was holding by playbill up in like the back of the crowd of like 20 ppl and he had ppl pass it up for me

• They were all nice and took pictures I felt bad and didn't want to crowd them or follow them it they were trying to leave

• Sodapops actor having a Soda bottle tattoo that I'm not sure was fake or to commemorate his first Broadway role. Also had the hat Soda wears in movie

[miryum]

Valentines Day themed Johnny x Reader where he makes a whole plan on how he’s going to confess and asks Pony to help him write us a love letter please and thank you SM!?!:’l 💗💗💗 stay safe!

Wow! Puff actually wrote something? We're gonna slowly make our way through the requests.... I also combined this request with this one: Could you do a Johnny Cade x Reader where they’re at like a restaurant together, & the reader gets something on their face and he jokes about it before using his finger to wipe it off and gets close to their face while we’re freaking out internally (but they’re not dating yet)? tysmtysmtysm please stay safe

Warning: not proof read -_- sorry

Darry was tired. All he wanted to do was go home, eat a hearty dinner, and go to sleep. It was a nice end to a long day. But what he found inside the Curtis house made his perfect evening fly out the window. Soda was lounged on the couch, chewing some bubblegum and watching TV. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was what Pony and Johnny we’re doing that struck Darry as odd. They were laying on the ground, surrounded by crumpled sheets of paper and muttering to themselves.

“Whatcha doing?” Darry asked cautiously.

“Writing a love letter to Y/n.” Soda said bluntly, his bubble popping loudly.

“Soda!” Pony cried out. Soda shrugged. Pony sighed and looked up at Darry. “Johnny wants to write a love letter to Y/n before they go out on Saturday.”

“We’re not going out,” Johnny corrected. “We both got A’s on our report cards and we’re celebrating.”

“They’re going out,” Soda said. Pony agreed with Soda. He thought that Johnny and Y/n were being stupid for not realising their feelings for each other. That’s why he was helping Johnny compose this letter. Maybe it would clear things up for them.

“Read me what you have so far.” Darry sat down. 

“Dear Y/n,” Pony started, “I know this may seem cowardice-”

“No.” Both Darry and Soda spoke at the same time.

“What’s wrong with it?!” Johnny asked. 

“It makes you seem weak. Don’t tell her about being a coward,” Darry explained.

“Okay,” Pony crossed it out. He then went on, “If you haven’t noticed by now, I like you a lot. I like you in more than a friend way. I wasn’t sure if I should tell you because I didn’t want to lose our friendship. I also wasn’t sure how to tell you. You deserve so much more than simple words and I didn’t know how to convey that. I’ve liked you for a long time- maybe longer than I should’ve but I would love it if you would give me a chance. I promise that I’d always look out for you and always stick with you, no matter what.  I would be your shoulder to cry on and your friend to laugh with. I would stick with you through thick and thin; I already do. Being around you always was easy for me and I would love to have the option of doing it more often. It was easy for me to realise I liked you. You’re always so kind, thoughtful, and can always make me laugh. If nothing comes out of this, the most I will say is ‘thank you.’ You mean the world to me. From, Johnny Cake.”

“Oh my god,” Soda’s mouth had dropped open. “Call me when I need to write my vows.”

“Johnny, that was great,” Darry encouraged him.

“Thanks,” Johnny blushed. “But Pony helped me polish it up.” 

“Whoever wrote it, it was obvious that it was from the heart,” Darry said. “Y/n’ll love it.”

“I’ll love what?” The door opened and you walked in. You had just finished a shift at work and we’re happy to return to your friends.

“Nothing!” Johnny quickly crumpled the paper and shoved it in Pony’s hands. Pony panicked and stuffed it in his mouth. Soda looked at his younger brother with disgust. “Are you ready to go?” Johnny asked. You nodded in excitement. “But… uh, Pony?” Johnny whispered to the boy. “Could I have the letter back?”

**

You were laughing at a story Johnny was telling you when he said, “Oh! You have a little… uh, food on your face.”

“I do?” You licked your lips. “Did I get it?”

“Um,” Johnny swallowed. He felt his cheeks heat up. “Here. I got it.” He leaned across the table, making sure he wasn’t crossing any boundaries. When you didn’t reject him, his thumb softly swiped over your cheek, brushing the food away. 

Your stomach filled with butterflies, not knowing that the same butterflies were fluttering in Johnny’s. It felt like such a normal, couple-y thing to do that the simple idea of being with Johnny was enough to make you freeze. And when his fingers brushed your face- oh! It felt like the sun was shining warmly on you. What you wanted was just a seat away, yet he never seemed so far. 

“So,” you cleared your throat. “What were you talking with Pony about earlier?” 

Johnny coughed loudly. It was as best of time as ever. “He was helping me write a letter.”

“To who?”

“To you…” Johnny spoke quietly.

“Really? About what?”

Johnny didn’t want to give you Pony’s spit-ridden paper, but he also couldn’t bring himself to read it aloud in a restaurant full of strangers. So he fished it out of his back pocket, unwrinkled it the best he could, and slid it over to you. “I wouldn’t touch it if I were you.”

Johnny was silent as you read the letter, not sure what else to do. Whenever you glanced up at him to make sure it wasn’t a prank or your smile got a tiny bit sweeter, he felt himself wanting to simultaneously melt with his love for you and fall into a hole never to be seen again. 

“What do you think?” He asked softly. 

“Johnny, I love it.”

“But?” He waited for the blow of rejection.

“But nothing.” You shrugged. “I like you too! A lot! And I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. All those things you said about me, that’s the sweetest anyone’s ever been. Why wouldn’t I wanna be with someone who’s as considerate and sweet as you?” 

“So… could we count this as a date?”

“I would love to.”

[chaotically-cas]

I do all the couples asks for darpollo even though no one asked

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I spent forever on this 😐

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How did they first meet?

There gangs have always known each other so they’ve always kind of known of each other

What was their first impression of each other?

Darry thought he was immature & juvenile (which he can be) & Apollo thought Darry was brooding & angry (he can be) 

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Curly & Pony probably would? Maybe?? I can also see Two Bit advocating for it.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Hear me out. So Apollo was obviously the big flirt & stuff. But I think Darry was the first one to actually be like. You moron. I want to date you. & I love that for them.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

I think Darry might of, for reasons of his brothers & just. Apollo being a moron. But he gets over it.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Apollo would’ve been very open & loving to the idea & Darry would’ve been 0_o for a second but then he would just say ‘screw it’.

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Very utterly boring.

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Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Apollo had been flirting for a very long time but Darry was the one that first asked him out. Very awkwardly might I add. But Apollo thought it was adorable.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Apollo insisted. Big sweet & romantic date. Like a fancy dinner or something. & then ofc dancing to Darry’s vinyls. Obviously.

What was their first kiss like?

If we’re going with my fic, then it was quick but cute on Darry’s front porch at night before Apollo went home. & then another while they were dancing.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Both each other’s first serious relationship but it works well

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Apollo is like. 6 months younger. But 1-2 inches taller. I said what I said.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Apollo loves Pony & Soda (while Soda might not like him much, he deals) & Darry insists that his parents would have loved him. & ofc Darry gets along with Tim. Tolerates the terror twins.

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Both? Apollo? Idk

Who gets jealous easier?

I think it depends on the situation. For Darry, he hates people hitting on & touching Apollo. Apollo finds it funny when it happens to Darry, but he still makes sure to step in.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

Apollo. Next.

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Who said “I love you” first?

Darry. Idc.

What are their primary love languages?

Apollo’s is probably physical touch cause he never got any growing up lolz. Darry’s might be the same, occasionally. But probably words of affirmation, which Apollo is great at.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Apollo

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

As freaking often as possible. Constantly. Usually stated by Apollo.

Who initiates kisses?

Apollo most the time but when Darry is in a good mood, he does a lot. Also kiddos sorry but the next one.

How long into the relationship before they had sex?

I made them fork on the first date in my fic. So true me. It’s a decision I think about often.

Who’s the big and little spoon?

BIG SPOON APOLLO LITTLE SPOON DARRY

What are their favorite things to do together?

Dance, talk, listen to music, cook, watch tv, & just be together

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Apollo is good at helping Darry when he is upset & Darry is good at calming down Apollo when he gets upset. They both are really good at expressing themselves & talking.

Who’s more protective?

Darry yup

Who remembers the little things?

They both do cause they know how important it can be

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Depends on the situation, but mostly physical

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Paper rings by Taylor Swift & Yellow by Coldplay

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Darry is: babe, Dar, angel, my love, shorty, doll, doll face, etc

Apollo is: Pollo, blueberry, sweetie, handsome, honey, etc

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If they get married, who proposes?

Apollo proposes with a ring he made himself from scratch so true

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

Ok. Listen. They would have a huge wedding. Because I think Apollo would want them to have the dreaming they never thought they could. & at first Darry was like.... but yeah. Not expensive. But big.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

The have their gangs. That’s enough.

Do they have any pets?

Does the gangs count

Who’s the stricter parent?

Darry 100% omg, Apollo is the person to give a 14 year old the keys to his car (that 14 year old was Curly)

Who worries the most?

I think this is easy. Darry. He worries constantly, nonstop. But Apollo really tries his best to calm him when he can.

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Darry 100%

How do they celebrate holidays?

Pretty minimally. Small gifts & just time together. Soft kisses & kind words. They don’t do much.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Apollo would beg Darry

Who’s the better cook?

If I had to chose, I would say Apollo. But both Darry & him grew up & still feed the others so I think they are both very great cooks together.

Who likes to dance?

Omg help to anyone who remembers the fic again, they both do. Darry learned to dance with his parents growing (canon) & is good at is (also canon) & Apollo isn’t the best but in a kind of charming way. So they both do. I think it’s a common pass time for them.

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Who’s the cuddler?

Apollo is 100% always down for cuddles no matter what or when. & Darry is too after a long day.

Who goes to bed late and who wakes up first?

They both kinda go to bed early, but if they stay up they stay up together. Darry usually wakes up first but sometimes Apollo wakes up first so he can surprise him with breakfast in bed & stuff.

Who sings during daily activities (shower, cooking, etc)?

Apollo. Nonstop. It’s constant with him. But Darry doesn’t mind it at all.

Who takes care of the other on sick days?

Both! They both do splendidly either way.

Who gives unprompted massages?

Apollo after Darry has had a hard or long day

Who gives nose/forehead/hand kisses?

Apollo mainly he likes to shower Darry in as many kisses & possible. & Darry gives a lot of nose kisses when he is tired or just feeling loving. Idk I think it’s something that would be important to him.

Soft kisses or passionate kisses?

Both but mainly soft

Who writes love letters/notes to the other?

Apollo omg he is the type to write in the steam on the mirror & draw hearts everywhere

Who makes romantic surprises without a reason to?

I feel like they actually both would equally

Who will sing cheesy romantic songs when drunk?

Apollo. 100%. But I think imagining Darry doing it is one of the best things I’ve ever thought of-

[diabloindigo]

Are you the person to open a box of cereal just to get the toy inside? As a kid yes. Right now, I don’t buy cereals with prizes anymore. Do they even stuff toys in cereal these days? 

Do you get scared easy? If it’s in the anxiety induced variety, yes. 

What was one of the stupidest things you cried over when you were little? Not sure, it could have been anything from not wanting to wear a fancy dress or dress shoes to a party or a broken toy. 

Have you ever drank milk from the carton? Despite having a working dishwasher and plenty of glasses, I “waterfall” milk and juice from the containers. 

Juice or milk? I go both ways, leaning more towards juice. Apple or orange. 

Do you ever turn off your computer properly? Once in a while. 

Do you wish you were a fish? Not really, though I kinda envy the blue Dory (Doctor Fish?) in the tank at my gynecologist’s waiting room. It likes to swim to the bottom of the tank and ride up to the top on a bubble jet. That damn fish has probably had more fun than I have in the past several months. 

Who’s your favorite super hero? Invincible (Amazon Prime). Along with Spider-Man (2002) and the Big Hero 6 movie, that character/series is a rare superhero show that makes me feel strong and vulnerable at the same time. 

Who’s your favorite super villain? Slade Wilson/ Deathstroke as seen in “Teen Titans: The Judas Contract” animated movie and the 2003-2006 “Teen Titans” cartoon series. 

Spiderman or X-men? Spider-Man. Tobey Maguire and Peter B. Parker from Into the Spiderverse. 

Movie theatre or stay at home movie night? Theaters. Alamo Drafthouse. I love ordering boozy milkshakes and finger foods.

Do you have a Blue Ray? I have one of those external drives for my Mac though I never use it. 

How about HD television? Yeah

Do you think HD television is kind of a waste of money? No. 

Do you get why people get so frickin’ freaked out during football season? I do not, and living in a state with a hard-on for (American) football makes it weird when I tell people that I do not have a favorite football team/player. 

Do you ever sneak scraps to the dog even though you’re not suppose to? I don’t sneak him food. If I cook or order too much to eat, then I scrape a couple of cup’s worth of leftovers in his bowl. He’s probably got only a year to live so let him live it up a little. 

Are you reading a book right now? If so what? A friend gave me a copy of “The Only Good Indians” but I can't get into it so I’m reading “Full Throttle” by Joe Hill. 

What was the last book you were required to read for school? It’s been so long I can’t remember. 

O donuts or jelly filled? Whipped cream filled. I love Krispy Kreme’s whipped cream filled donuts with raspberry filled donuts as a close second. 

If I’m feeling bland then I do like crullers. 

Do you like your ice-cream in a bowl or cone? Bowl unless it’s a tasty cone. 

Marshmallows in your hot chocolate or no? I could go either way unless it’s a tiny cup of chocolate. 

Do you like cherry coke? Hell yes. I love going to Sonic for a cherry-vanilla-lime Coke or this greasy little 1950s type burger joint for their cherry cokes since they load the cups with several cherries. 

Do you really think diet Dr. Pepper is the equivalent of a cupcake? No, it tastes artificial. Like a bastard child of a soft drink that wants to pass for cherry soda. 

Do you snore in your sleep? Drool? Talk? Snore and talk (I’m pretty stressed out).

Have you ever sleep walked? no

Are you a morning person? I am now. 

How do you wake up in the mornings? by alarm during the work week, naturally at 6-7 on vacation days. 

Do you think guyliner is hot? What is that? 

Is variety the spice of life? yeah

Do you think strawberry milk is disgusting? I like it. 

Have you ever drank after anyone? Like sharing a cup/bottle? Yeah, loads of times.  

Have you ever drank after anyone you don’t know very well? No. 

Do you have any limits on who you drink/eat after?

If we’re talking about sharing, then I will share food/drink with family and friends. If someone offers me bite-size pieces that are individually wrapped or can be torn off the main portion, I’ll eat it, but only from co-workers or acquaintances. 

Would you eat a sucker if someone already ate some of it? No. 

Would you chew somebody else's gum? Hell no. 

Do you know anyone who’s going to die of mono because of that? No. 

Do you enjoy school? My English and psychology classes. 

Are you a teacher’s pet? no

Do you have a job? Yes. 

How did you get to and from school? Parents drove me or I walked for elementary through high school. I drove when I went to college. 

Do you have a bedtime? And if so what is it? I’m in bed between 11-12 a.m.

What time do you get up? 6 am so I can walk/exercise before the sun boils the earth in full force. 

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yeah in college. 

What’s more important? Beauty or brains? brains

Do you believe in yourself? Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t. 

Did you ever want to be an astronaut when you were little? No. Being a veterinarian or scientist were my highest ambitions as a small kid. 

How about the president? Never. 

What did you want to be when you were little? Veterinarian, scientist, cartoon character. 

Did you ever want to be a super model? no

Do you believe you’re attractive enough to be a super model? No.

Have you ever had an X-ray? Several in the past few months for pre-surgery and dental work.

What’s your favorite guy’s name? What’s your favorite girl’s name? Guys’: Shane, Mark, Tadashi, Austin, Cade, Trip.

Girls’: Quince, Sienna, Amy, Kit, Lizzie (Elizabeth), Raven.

Who’s your second cousin’s, grandparent’s, sister? The fuck...

Do you laugh to yourself whenever the ketchup bottle farts? No, in fact, I get annoyed when other people hear it and ask me if I farted. 

Do you have any real guns in your house? I have several. 

Do you know how to use nunchucks? No, I bought a pair at one of those Asian imports emporiums, but I donated them since I never learned to use them. They were these crappy foam padded ones with dragons printed on the handles. 

Do you know anyone who can use nunchucks? No. 

What do you want to be next Halloween? In better health and not shitting bricks about using up my paid time off to go to doctors’ appointments. 

Did you ever consider getting a job as a mall Santa? No. I’d rather be one of his elves or a reindeer. 

Are you the one responsible for taking out the garbage? Yes. Grosses me the fuck out sometimes with smelly discarded poultry trays or rotten food, but somebody’s gotta do it. 

Do you recycle? My city has the blue recycling bins, but I heard that since we’re an ass-backward community, “recyclables” and trash all go to the same place. I just place recyclables in the blue bin to help clear up space in the trash bin. Maybe I’m wrong and this city does recycle? Can’t hurt. 

When I was 11, I’d collect empty soda cans to take to the recycling guy since back in the day, they’d pay for aluminum cans. That’s how I scraped up funds for dollar movies and hot dogs. 

Are you a pyro? Yeah. I carry/collect Zippo lighters but mostly because the “click-click” is satisfying to hear since I flip the lids open and closed to relieve stress. And I burn a lot of old bills and letters with sensitive info on them. 

What was the last word/thing you wrote down? I was researching high fiber foods that are also low in carbs to make a grocery and dinner meal plan. 

Sleeping or eating? After my surgery, sleeping. 

Are you overall a positive person? I try to be realistically positive, if such a thing exists. The world will never be all sunshine and My Little Ponies, but I try to find some comfort and positivity when my world is a shit-show. Filling this survey out kinda helps. 

Do you hate hypocrites? Yeah, especially the “do as I say, not as I do” types. 

For instance, a certain family member is pushing good diet and health habits, but it aggravates the hell out of me if I see him drinking high sugar iced tea or eating ice cream. Or Door-Dashing Burger King, even if it is a Beyond Whopper with a diet Coke. 

Do you like to prank people? Yes, but I do benign pranks like leaving dirty riddles and meme drawings on their front doors. 

What was the worst prank you’ve ever done on anyone? I tried fucking with a telesolicitor but I could not stop laughing. 

Have you ever jumped on a trampoline in the ice? I don’t own a trampoline. 

Have you ever ice skated? No. I tried once after a local minor league hockey game. I got the skates on, but my ankles were bending/bowing out so I changed my mind.

Ever water skiid? No. 

Is vacuum spelled funny? Yes. 

Democrat or republican? I don’t associate formally with either party, but I hitch my pony a little to the left. 

Who’s the biggest asshole you know? My former boss circa 2013. Very unprofessional and a veritable loudmouth and a poor (shit) showman wannabe. 

Pen or pencil? Gel-ink pens. 

Should all paper have holes? nope

Speaking of holes. Swiss cheese, what’s the point of that? Fewer calories? Spinning slices in my hand like a TV cowboy spinning his revolver in the trigger guard with his finger? 

Have you ever been in a helicopter before? No. 

Own any airbrushed tshirts? Nope, not even in the nineties. 

Have you ever been suspended? No. 

Have you ever been in a fist fight? A few playground fights as a kid. 

Ever said something to someone that you didn’t mean to say? Yes. 

Do you forgive too easily? I don’t think so. 

What are you listening to right now? The AC running. 

Have you ever seen any of MCR’s music videos? Nope. 

Are you tan? No. 

Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No. I have no desire to look like a Cheeto or woo skin cancer. 

Have you ever played water volley? Once at my uncle’s neighborhood swimming pool. 

Ever had a sunburn? Yes, from neglecting sunscreen re-applications or underestimating the sun. 

How about wind burn? It hurts….. Nah, I don't live in a cold enough climate for that. 

What was the first word you learned how to say? I think it was “mama.”

[hellsfanatic]

It had been around a year since Sodapop Curtis had been drafted to fight in a war. Life went on, but it was altered for everyone who had gotten to know him even just for a day. The poor boy, who knows what he’d been through, or what he would go through still.

Christmas rolled around after a while. The days felt longer than they ever had, and long days after long days brought lots of time to prepare. They’d need it now, it was only Darry and Ponyboy there this year. Soda and Steve were both in the war, Two-Bit was always in a bar or anywhere he could find something to drink for cheap, Johnny and Dallas were celebrating six feet under, and the remaining two Curtis brothers were at home.

Ponyboy glanced around the once lively home, a feeling of emptiness overcoming him. A sigh fell from his lips, going into the room the two brothers sat in silently. “Dar?” Pony’s voice carried to the older man in the room. Darry looked up from his hands that laid in his lap to Ponyboy. “It’s Christmas already, ain’t it?” the younger boy asked.

“Yeah, it is. Sorry it’s not much this year, kiddo,” Darry responded, his voice was his voice, but it wasn’t him. No matter how out of it he was, he was right. There wouldn’t be a Christmas for them. They didn’t even want one this year, not without Soda. There was no tree, no decorations up, no presents, and no one to celebrate with. The two never exactly got along, but without the glue to keep them together Pony and Darry didn’t get along well enough to celebrate anything together. They were really just like roommates now, their only relationship being the house.

“It’s okay, it ain’t Christmas anymore. Christmas is supposed to have family, and we just don’t got that,” Ponyboy told the other person inside. His voice was weak, weak to the point that anyone could hear the pain in it.

Darry set his gaze back down to his lap. “I know, I wish I could bring Soda back to us or even just be a good brother just like him,” Darry said, biting down on his bottom lip. Here it came again, Darry’s self doubt moment. They were very rare, that is until Soda left. Now it seems he always blames everything on himself, really everything. Usually something about how it should’ve been him in the war.

“You and Soda are both awful good big brothers, Darry,” Pony told his oldest sibling. Ponyboy knew that Darry compared how he and Soda were seen through Pony’s eyes because of the slump Pony couldn’t seem to get out of when Soda was drafted. Of course, he didn’t know how Pony was impacted by Darry not coming home the week of Soda’s leaving, how much the poor kid cried his eyes out because he didn’t have any family to turn to. Darry stayed at work to take his mind off things instead of caring for the broken pieces of a brother he still had.

Darry stood up from his chair, stretching out a bit. “Thanks, but you know that’s a lie. You love Soda, and you know it. I’m just the guy you live with aren’t I? The guy who you keep staying with for Sodapop, and Sodapop only,” Darry assumed. He made his way to the kitchen, starting to wipe down the counters. When Darry gets stressed or overwhelmed with an emotion he cleans whatever he sees is the slightest bit dirty.

“I do love Soda, he’s a real great brother to the both of us, but I love you too. Don’t you ever think that I still need you around? Especially without Sodapop here, you’re all I’ve got left,” Ponyboy explained, following his brother into the kitchen. He put away everything that was used for their recent meal to help Darry out.

That hit the older male, making him stop cleaning. “Well you’ve got,” he stopped, trying to think of anyone he had. At a sudden loss for words he sighed, Ponyboy was pretty much spot on.

Ponyboy looked at Darry, standing up straight and closing the cupboard. “You. I’ve got you.”

“I guess you do.” Darry placed a hand on Pony’s shoulder. “You’ll have Soda as soon as he gets back, too,” Darrel reassured his younger brother. He didn’t want to bring up how much of he was starting to wonder if Sodapop would come home or if he’d never be back. Darry knew how hurt Ponyboy would be if his second oldest brother were to have died so early on in his life.

A knock on their door echoed through the house. “It’s Christmas and someone came and knocked at our door?” Pony said, sounding confused as ever. Darry made his way to the door, opening it without a word.

“Are you Darrel Curtis? The guardian of Sodapop Curtis?” the man who had knocked questioned.

Darry simply nodded, scared for what they were there for. “Yes, that’s me.” He was handed a letter from the male standing outside. “Thank you,” Darrel told him as he began walking away.

“What’s that?” Ponyboy asked as Darry sat down in the living room. He showed Pony the envelope and what was written on it, showing where it came from. The young boy’s heart dropped when he realized there was only one thing they’d get a letter about from them. It was the branch that Soda was drafted into and fought for.

Darry opened the letter slowly, dreading reading what it said. His blue and green eyes darted across the paper, him showing no emotion through reading the words. That gave Ponyboy hope, maybe it wasn’t too bad. Darrel handed Pony the paper to read as he hid his face in his hands. Whatever the man was mumbling couldn’t be understood by anyone but himself.

The page fell to the floor from Ponyboy’s hands. The kid was left in tears as reality started to set in and he processed everything. Darry’s emotions even started to come in to play after a moment of thought.

Now they knew Soda was gone, that there was no chance to get him back. “It can’t be real, he can’t be dead,” Pony’s voice cracked. He clenched his fists, letting his nail dig into his palms.

“I know it’ll be hard, kiddo, but we’ll make it,” Darry tried to cheer up the boy. Ponyboy decided to go into his and Soda’s bedroom, taking a look at Sodapop’s things that he left behind.

Left in the living room, Darry put the letter back into its envelope. Another paper stuck out of it, one that he hadn’t noticed before. Pulling it out it was clear this page wasn’t written by anyone in the government like the other. It was folded and wrinkled with handwritten words over the surface.

‘I’m sorry to everyone in the gang I’m letting down now, but I tried. I fought and I fought as hard as I could, but the war fought back harder and I couldn’t win. Don’t worry about me though because it’s over now and I know this is for the best. I hope we win this one, for everyone here. I told one of the leaders to send this back to you all if I died and as much as I hope you don’t have to see this, I wanted to have some goodbyes just in case.

Darry, you’re possibly the best big brother I could have asked for in this life. Thank you for taking care of me all this time and looking out for me. Maybe go a little easier on Ponyboy sometimes, the kid needs a break every now and then and I hope you give it to him. I know you want him to do good in life but he’ll make it even if he goofs off sometimes. Remember he still has a chance to be a kid, let him take it. Hey, once you get a chance why don’t you take a break too? Go on a little vacation or even get a nice girlfriend. You have to let yourself have some free time, and I want you to make sure you get it. I love you Darry, goodbye.

Ponyboy, you’re going to have to keep my side of the bed warm at night now. I know you’re going places with your life kid and I’m so proud of you, I always will be. You’re the smartest kid I’ve met, and you just keep getting better and better. I’m really kind of jealous of you, kid. I told Darry to not be so hard on you, but remember he’s just looking out for your future. He knows you have a lot of potential to be better than what we were. Please listen to him sometimes and try to see his side of everything, he’s a nice guy when he warms up to you. Don’t let him overwork himself, okay? Get him a good time if he doesn’t do it himself. I love you Ponyboy, goodbye.

Love, Sodapop Curtis’

“Hey Ponyboy?” Darry went into Pony’s room holding the letter in his shaky hand. He younger of the two looked up to see Darrel. “I think you ought to read this one, too.” The taller man handed over to paper to Ponyboy, sitting down next to him on the bed.

The boy read Sodapop’s writing, his crying worsening even more. Ponyboy wrapped his arms around Darry in a hug followed by Darry slowly hugging him back. “He’s really gone,” Pony spoke, his voice muffled into Darry’s chest.

“Yeah, honey, but we’ll be okay,” Darry said soothingly, rubbing Ponyboy’s back gently. His shirt was already wet from the tears his brother cried. “I’m sorry, Ponyboy.”

That’s how life went on for some time after. Ponyboy cried more than he had even when his parents died and Darry always tried his hardest to comfort him when he saw. Pony was bringing home grades like Two-Bit, terrible ones. Not to mention he hardly slept at night anymore and when he did he had terrible nightmares that woke him up after only a few hours of sleep.

Darry worked harder than ever, often leaving before Ponyboy left his room for the morning and coming home after Pony had been in bed for an about an hour. He tried listening to Soda but he couldn’t bring himself to waste time relaxing when his life could end just as soon without any big accomplishments. He completely scratched the whole girlfriend idea, he was scared of losing another person he loved.

They knew Sodapop was the glue to their family, but nobody guessed it would get this bad. Sometimes both Darry and Ponyboy had the thought about Pony going to a boy’s home and Darry considered it a few times too. He thought he might get a better role model that way, but he could never bring himself to lose his last family member. This is what they had left, and neither planned to lose it.

// I wrote this at Christmas time I swear

[memory-bees]

It Ain’t A Diary

Warning: Angst

Pairing: Darry/Two-Bit

Word Count: 1,309

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out ahskjhaks but hey!!! dcnb is finally over and you don’t have to read it anymore, so.

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Two-Bit watched as Darry's eyes flicked from the notebook in his hands to his eyes. The color quickly drained from the older man's face and his hand gripped the door tighter, he looked as if he was about to pass out. He dropped the notebook and quickly stood from his spot on the bed, making his way to him just in case he did. Thankfully he didn't, he only opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to think of what to say. Afraid that Darry would never be able to say anything under all the sudden anxiety, Two-Bit spoke for him.

"Dar, hey, we can talk later. It's okay." He murmured. As he spoke he carefully removed his hand from the door, helping him regain his balance.

The two looked at each other for a moment, wondering what they should say. Two-Bit decided that the scared look on Darry's face was even worse than the one he had imagined while reading. It was awful. He looked terrified and on the verge of tears, Two-Bit's chest ached and he went to say something again when a familiar voice broke the staring contest going on between the two of them.

"Darry! I can't find my book!" Ponyboy's voice rang out through the house, suddenly making everything start back into motion.

Darry went to go help him and Two-Bit managed to sneak out of his room and into the bathroom without being seen. Two-Bit sat on the closed toilet seat for a minute and sighed. He ran his hands over his face. He hoped Darry didn't hate him for reading through his letters. He finally managed to work up the courage to face the Curtis' and stood up. He washed his hands to get the sweat off of them and then walked back into the living room where Pony and Soda greeted him.

Hours had passed and Soda and Pony had been sent to bed. Darry hadn't spoken a word to Two-Bit, and that made his skin itch in a weird way. What if they never spoke to each other again? A part of his brain tried to convince himself that was illogical, the other half reminded him how terrified Darry had looked when he was caught reading through his notebook.

After a few minutes of them awkwardly watching the Tv, Two-Bit looked at Darry and cleared his throat. Before Darry could even look at him he said, "We gotta talk about it Dar."

"I know."

Two-Bit looked up at him and gave what he hoped was a comforting smile. Darry wasn't looking at him, only at the carpet. He was picking at a scab, his eyes darting back and forth between invisible objects on the floor. Two-Bit sighed and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, and turned the Tv off. It was odd to think that mere hours ago he was sat on that couch, watching some random cooking show and eating chocolate cake, unaware of the older man's feelings for him. Darry inhaled and looked up finally, although still not at Two-Bit. It was a start though.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, his voice soft and shaky. He sounded so so so scared and it made Two-Bit's chest ache.

He was quiet for a few moments before whispering, "Everything. Whatever you want to tell me, I'll listen."

Darry visibly swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing. Finally, he found the words and began to speak. "Mary's the first letter, and she cheated on me, as you know. She was climbing in her parents car to leave town, since they were movin'. I came up to say goodbye, and she just looked at me with a heartbroken expression and kissed my cheek. Then she told me she had cheated on me and she got into the car and her and her family left without another word."

Two-Bit swallowed and nodded, Darry was fidgeting worse now. His hands scratching at the denim covering his thighs. The redhead inhaled and exhaled before quietly, only barely audibly asking, "And what about David, Dar?"

Darry took in a shaky breath and shrugged. A smile seemed to nudge up the corners of his mouth and Darry said, "What else is there to say? I loved him so god damn much."

"Do you still think about him?"

"Everyday."

Suddenly Darry stood up, pulling something out of his back pocket. His hands were shaky and clumsy and Two-Bit looked away. He didn't know why, the shakiness and the raggedness of his breath just seemed so raw. Almost like it was a moment no one should be watching. Finally, after seconds that seemed like years, Darry handed Two-Bit a silver necklace with a dog tag attached to it.

Two-Bit turned the tag over and read the back of it, a sudden pang shooting through his chest.

Holt

David A.

B Pos

No Preference

Two-Bit looked up at Darry who had a wobbly lip. The younger man swallowed and looked back at the necklace. It had yellowing deep in the words on the metal. It was rubbed shiny, finger prints visible in the light. He looked up at Darry again who gave a helpless smile and shrugged. Too scared. Two-Bit thought. He looks so scared.

Darry finally found the words and whispered, "Say, Two-Bit, h-how far did ya get in the stupid book?"

Two-Bit snapped, "It ain't stupid!" And immediately recoiled when he saw Darry jump a bit. Be quieter dumbass. You're being too rough.

"Sorry.."

"It's alright."

No it ain't.

"But, um... Lets just say, I'm sorry Mary and Sharon didn't work out, I'm so, so sorry about David. I'm gonna punch Paul the next time I see his dumb, stuck up ass," He inhaled, anxiety running through him like Pony during the hundred yard dash, "And I'm willin' to give us a shot if you'd like me to stick around for a while." His voice was a barely there murmur once he finished speaking, and Darry looked half ready to cry.

That thought had Two-Bit jumping up, scrambling to apologize and comfort Darry in anyway he could. Finally though, Darry grabbed the sides of his face. His hands warm and calloused, and Two-Bit vaguely remembered something his mom had once said about how the Curtis' had hands that were never meant to do hard labor. Suddenly, Two-Bit ached for a world where Darry Curtis never had to give up college.

"Are you sure, Two-Bit?" He asked, quiet as a mouse.

"Am I sure about what?" Easy, he thought, Have to be gentle with him.

"I-I mean, I just don't seem to have the best track record for people wantin' to stay with me when the goin' gets tough."

Two-Bit chuckled a bit and slowly his hands found their way to Darry's sides. He felt him inhale, long and shaky.

"Yeah, Dar. I'm sure."

Those words had Darry falling into him with relief. Would it be hard for them to explain how they became one big, hugging, crying mess if someone found them? Oh yeah. Would Two-Bit find a way to explain if it meant Darry'd have one less stress on his back. Is that even a question?

After a few minutes of silence between them, Two-Bit decided to break the silence.

"I'm thinkin' of startin' my own diary." He murmured, to which he got an indignant huff.

"It ain't a diary, but continue."

"Whatever, but each and every page is gonna be a letter to you so you know that I really mean it when I love you."

"That's cheesy, and you haven't even taken me to dinner yet."

"You know it."

Darry laughed softly and Two-Bit squeezed him. And secretly, Two-Bit was glad it had been hot that day and that he had decided to go snooping through the Curtis' house.

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[staygoldponebone]

Love = Me + You

Pairing: Pony x Reader

Request by: anonymous

A/N: I hope this is alright! I tried my hardest with the request. If you would like me to make another or anything like that, let me know!!❤❤

Also: Here's some Pony content @ponyboyvhs

"Slow down!" Your math partner exclaims.

"Why? It's not that hard. It's the Pythagorean theorem!" You reply.

"But I don't get it!"

"How do you not get it?! This is an honors class and we've been working on this for weeks!"

The bell rang.

"Whatever." You watched your partner exit the room quickly.

You grabbed your books and turned to leave, dropping a pencil. You bent down to pick it up, only to bump heads with Ponyboy Curtis.

"I'm sorry." He states, holding out the pencil.

"It's fine." You say plainly, taking the pencil from him.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

You left the room, meeting a friend of yours, Stacy, in the hall.

"Wow! You and Ponyboy, huh?" Stacy laughed.

You rolled your eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that he was flirting with you!"

"He picked up my pencil."

"I know! Then he talked to you afterward!" She squealed. "How cute! Just imagine: you and Ponyboy Curtis!"

You made a face. "I don't like Ponyboy. And even if I did, we're from different sides of town..."

"Yeah! He's a bad boy!"

"He's a greaser."

Stacy rolled her eyes. "He likes you!"

"Whatever."

~ ~ ~ ~

A few days later in math class, Ponyboy sat up front beside you.

You took a seat and turned to him. "Why're you sitting up here?" It came out snippier than you planned.

"Well, I have bad eyes...but no glasses." He answers.

You furrowed your brow. "Why? Too cool?"

"No. Too poor."

You didn't say anything and you turned to see Ponyboy laughing. "What's so funny?"

"It's just..." He shrugged. "I don't know." He sat, smiling at you.

You looked at him for what you were hoping wasn't too long. You didn't want people to think you liked a greaser.

As you worked, Ponyboy tapped your shoulder. "Do you know how to do this?"

You looked down at his paper. It was a tricky question. A question you weren't on yet. "Oh, I'm not there yet."

All the other questions on his paper had been answered. "How did you do those so fast?"

Pony looked at his paper, then yours and smiled again. "I guess I'm just fast."

You found yourself smiling too, so you looked back down at your own paper.

"Uh...do you know how to do this?" Pony pushed his paper towards you.

You turned to him. "I told you, I'm not-" You and Ponyboy locked eyes.

His eyes were so pretty. "You can skip ahead...can't you?"

You broke the contact and looked back down at his paper. You sighed, writing out the problem and working it, slowly but surely.

Pony watched you intently. He found it interesting how you would subconsciously mouth the steps of the problem to yourself. It made him smile again.

After a while, you sighed and leaned back in your chair. "I give up."

Pony looked at the paper. "You skipped a step." He took the pencil and wrote next to your work. "See?"

You hummed and scooted closer to him. "Right here?"

Pony watched you as you frowned at his paper. He grinned. "Yeah."

You looked at him and grinned, then looked away.

~ ~ ~ ~

"He likes you, y/n!" Stacy exclaims.

The two of you were walking to her house to do homework. The thing is, the two of you hadn't left the schoolyard yet.

"Keep your voice down!" You reply smacking her.

She gasped. "You like him back!"

"Stop talking, Stacy."

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Shut up."

There was a pause. "When's the wedding?"

"Stacy!"

Suddenly, fast footsteps were heard. They were getting closer and closer.

Stacy started smacking your arm excitedly. "12 o'clock." She whispered.

You turned around as Ponyboy ran right into you. The both of you fell over on the ground.

"Can I help you?" You spat.

"Sorry." Pony states, helping you up. "You left this." He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.

You scrunched up your nose as he shoved the paper into your hand. "What?"

"You dropped it." He winked. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He smiled again.

~ ~ ~ ~

In class the next day, Pony was up at the front again. There was a free day in class since your math teacher had to leave, due to a family matter.

Pony looked at you and you attempted to glare back, but he smiled. "You get my letter?"

"How could I miss it?" You spat, doodling in your journal.

His smile faded and he looked at you, hurt. "Did I miss something?"

You didn't look at him. You wouldn't. "No. But maybe I did." You said coldly.

"What?"

"I don't like you, Ponyboy." Your eyes met his and he hurried to look away.

"That's fine." He got up and went to his usual seat.

~ ~ ~ ~

You stood outside the doors of your school a couple days after. You wanted to talk to Ponyboy. After thinking about it, you realized that there would be upsides to dating a greaser. Like, you could hear about gangs and stuff.

When you saw Ponyboy, you immediately ran to him. "Hey!"

He turned to you, surprised. Then he frowned.

"I shouldn't have been so mean to you the other day." You state.

The greaser shrugged, lighting his cigarette.

"And I wanted to apologize for my rude behavior..."

Nothing. Pony just stood there with a cigarette in his mouth, watching you.

"I don't know what else to say..."

Another shrug.

"Well, aren't you gonna say something?" You had to admit him not talking was starting to make you angry.

Pony shrugged, looking away from you so you pushed him. With all of your might, then as he stood there confused, you took the cigarette from his lips.

"Now, talk to me!" You yelled, throwing the cigarette on the ground.

"I liked you and you don't feel the same way." He shrugged. "It doesn't matter."

You calmed down. "But it does because I do!"

"Huh?"

You sighed in frustration, then leaned forward on your tiptoes and kissed him.

~ ~ ~ ~

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[aceb133]

Starco Week 4, Day 2: The Mirror of Benda

IMO, most bodyswap episodes of shows are terrible This is an homage to one of the very few exceptions Hope y’all enjoy.

It was all Marco could do to prevent himself from screaming at the sight before him.

It was strange. It was unnatural. It was wrong. It went against everything Marco had grown up with in his 15 years of life.

For a second, he wondered if he should say anything. Maybe there was some kind of mistake-something he wasn’t getting. Maybe this was all a strange hallucination.

But finally, he opened his mouth and let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Pony Head,” he said, “Fragalok is not a word.”

“What?” the blue floating horse head spat. “You’re challenging me?”

“Look,” Marco said, “I was willing to let Yig slip. Qeart not so much, but I looked past it. But Pony Head, this is a step too far. This is Scrabble. There are rules.”

Pony Head narrowed her eyes and snorted, looking Marco dead in the eyes. “Earth Turd, I’ll have you know that ‘Fragalok’ is a very important word in the Pony Head Kingdom, and if you think you can challenge me, I’ll-“

“Oh really?” Marco interjected. “What’s it mean?”

Pony Head stopped mid-sentence, and her eyes began to shift rapidly. “Why would you ask me such a dumb question? It means, uh… lamp! Yeah, it’s a fancy kind of lamp.”

“You made that up!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did-“

Princess Star Butterfly, heir to the throne of Mewni, groaned as she leaned back into her chair. She’d survived Toffee. She’d traveled to the realm of magic. She’d sat through three of her father’s lectures on throne posture. But this-watching her friends argue over a word Pony Head had clearly made up in a game Marco was already winning by a hundred and thirty three points… this was unbearable.

“Alright,” Star said as she stood up suddenly, “I’m getting a drink while you two figure this out. Either of you want anything?”

“Sure,” Pony Head said through clenched teeth, “I’ll have some Qeart.”

“You made that up too!”

“Did not!”

Shuddering, Star exited the room as quickly as possible and slammed the door behind her. With a heavy sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. Without question, this was the last time she was going to let Marco pick out a game for Friendship Thursday.

Putting the argument out of her mind, she stepped forward and began making her way to the Royal Soda Fridge down the hall. Opening it and picking out two cans of Qeart, she closed the door, spun on her heel, and began walking back, mentally preparing herself for what she believed to be the two most likely eventualities: that Marco and Pony Head would still be arguing, or that they’d both be dead on the floor.

“Alright,” she said as she opened the door, “How about we…”

She stopped and stared, mouth agape, as she took in the sight of Pony Head and Marco rolling on the floor screaming hysterically.

“Uh….”

Marco’s body twisted and rolled around on the floor, flopping onto his back before staring at Star. “B-FLY,” he screamed, “YOU HAVE TO HELP ME”

“What-“

“I HAVE ARMS”

“Wha-“

“STAR HELP” Pony Head shouted from across the room, “I CAN’T MOVE AND EVERYTHING FEELS LIKE SPARKLES”

Star could only continue to stare, unable to process the scene that was playing out before her. As she watched, Marco continued to flail helplessly, kicking over the scrabble board and scattering a shower of wooden letter tiles across the floor, while Pony Head rapidly flopped back and forth on the ground.

Her head pounding with stress, Star felt as though she was a half-step away from joining her friends in their hysterical screaming. Kneeling down, she grabbed Marco’s arm and tried to hold him still. “Just-just stop! Stop moving, and tell me what happened!”

Marco stopped and looked up at her, confused. “Marco? I’m not… wait…”

Marco looked down at his body, his eyes widening in horror. “Oh no OH NO”

As Star buried her face in her hands, the screaming resumed.

“Okay,” she said, trying desperately to keep her voice even, “I left for two minutes. TWO MINUTES. So, would you both please calm down and tell me what happened?”

Marco’s body sighed. “Well Earth Turd wouldn’t shut up about Fragaphone not being a word or whatever-“

“It was Fragarok! And it’s not!”

“MARCO.”

“Sorry Star.”

“ANYWAY,” Marco’s body continued, “I tried to pull out my dictionary, and this weird mirror I st-I borrowed fell out. Marco and I grabbed it, and then everything went weird.”

Star looked up. There, lying on top of the scrabble board, was a small, round mirror. Cautiously, Star wrapped her hand around a discarded sock and gingerly walked over, leaned down, and picked it up. For a moment, she looked at herself reflected against the highly-polished surface-and, taken aback, nearly dropped the mirror when she saw Pony Head reflected behind her, right where Marco’s body was lying.

Star turned to face her friend. “Pony Head, where did you find this?” she said, utterly shocked.

Below, Marco’s body scrunched up in what Star could only assume was an attempt at a shrug from someone who was unused to possessing shoulders. “I dunno, it was with my dad’s junk. I needed a mirror, it’s not like he’d care.”

Star turned back to the mirror, and to her surprise found an inscription along the edge. “Whichever two shall touch the Mirror of Benda,” Star began reading, “will find their souls forever transplanted, never to return to their original bodies.”

Star rolled her eyes and glared at Marco’s body. “Pony Head, this mirror was clearly cursed!”

“Well how was I supposed to know!” Marco’s body shouted back.

“YOU COULD HAVE JUST READ THE DANG-“

“MARCO!” Star shouted, rubbing her temples, “That is ENOUGH YELLING.”

Pony Head’s head sighed. “Sorry again, Star, I’m just… not exactly thrilled about the prospect of living out the rest of my life as a disembodied horse head.”

“Hey, you think I’m happy about this?” Marco’s body shot back. “Like heck I want to stay in your stinky, sweaty body.”

Star looked down at the mirror and bit her lip. “Okay… so it says that you can’t switch back… but maybe we can get around it somehow? Like, if I switch with Marco, and Marco switches with Pony Head…”

“Uh, Star,” Marco said, “I appreciate the thought, but I think we should probably ask your mom first.”

“NO WAY.” Pony Head shouted. “If my dad finds out I’ve been taking things from his royal pile of stuff, he’s gonna freak. No, Star, you got this, let’s go!”

Star shrugged. “Well, here goes nothing!”

Cautiously, she took the mirror in her bare hand, leaned down, and touched it to Marco’s boooooooddddyyyyyyyy-

Star gasped as she opened her eyes, and found herself staring up at the ceiling. Looking to her right, she saw her own body flop down to the floor in a flurry of flailing limbs.

Shakily, Star stood up off the ground and looked down at herself, and at her hands. Red hoodie. Blue pants. Tan complexion. She could feel her knees trembling and sweat building on her palms as a wave of nausea washed over her.

Through sheer determination, Star forced every alien sensation from her mind and focused on the mirror, now tightly clutched in the grip of what moments ago had been her own body.

“AAAHHHH B-FLY THIS IS… not as bad, actually.” Star heard her own voice say.

It was, to put it lightly, a surreal moment.

All the same, Star rolled her eyes at Pony Head’s theatrics. “Glad you enjoy it,” she said, and paused. For a moment, she was taken aback by the deeper, marginally more masculine voice emanating from her throat-but there was no time to focus on that now. “Now can we get you back in your own body?”

“Oh trust me, the sooner I’m back in my body and Earth Turd’s out of it, the happier I’ll be.”

Incredulously, Star watched as her body flopped over onto its stomach and began slowly crawling towards Pony Head (Or would it be Marco? Star’s brain was hurting just thinking about it).

“Staaaaaar,” Pony Head whined, “I need help! How do you even deal with all these limbs and stuff?”

Star groaned, and walked over to Pony Head. It was awkward-Marco wasn’t much taller than she was, but the difference still required minor adjustments in her movements and positioning. Reaching down, she lifted her body off the ground and carried her to Pony Head, who was currently wearing an expression of impatience and annoyance that could have only come from Marco.

“Alright, can we hurry this up? I want my legs back and I want them now.”

Star grinned. “Oh come on Marco, can’t you hold your horses for just a second?”

“Staaaaar-“

“You don’t have to be so neigh-gative about this!”

“STAR”

“Oh come on Marco, I’m only horsin’ around!”

“Star,” Pony Head said, “If you don’t give me back my body right this minute we are no longer friends.”

Star shook her head and kneeled down, picking up the hand of her body that was clutching the mirror. “Sheesh, I’m just trying to have fun with this!”

Marco groaned. “Well, when you’re turned into a horse head lying on the ground, you can see how much fun this is.”

Star’s body snorted. “Are you saying I’m not fun?”

“Does this look like fun to you”

Ignoring them, Star took the hand that held the mirror and pressed it up to Pony Head’s neck. For a moment, nothing happened-and then, both bodies suddenly took a deep gulp of air.

“Hooray, I’m me again!” Pony Head cheered, sailing up into the air in a shower of multicolored sparkles.

As Star, Marco clutched himself tightly. “I’ve got arms! Oh sweet Christmas, I’ve got arms!”

Star smiled, and picked up the mirror. “Well Marco, this was fun, but let’s switch back. There’s this big dinner or whatever going on tonight, and should proooooobably start getting ready soon.”

Star watched her body turn and nod. “Oh yeah, sure. Here, let me-“

Reaching forward, Marco held out the mirror, and Star touched it.

Nothing happened.

“Uhhhhh….”

“Oh wait, your body and my body already switched, didn’t they?” Marco said. “So if the mirrors won’t let two individual bodies swap back with each other…”

Groaning, Star sat down on the floor and stared at the mirror. “Okay, so maybe if we called Tom, and got him to swap with you…”

Marco frowned. “But then Tom would be stuck in my body, and you’d be in his body.”

“Well couldn’t we just switch?”

“I… don’t think so?” Marco said. “Since he’d be in your body, and you’d be in his body, and those bodies would have already switched. I think?”

“AAGGHHH” Star reached up to pull at her hair, and was annoyed when she was unable to get a grip on Marco’s short locks. “Okay, does anyone have a pencil?”

Suddenly, without warning, a golden portal erupted in the middle of the room. Star could only stare in shock and surprise as a battered and bruised Heckapoo emerged, breathing heavily and looking as angry as Star had ever seen her.

“Marco,” Heckapoo said as she looked down on Star, “I need you to come with me RIGHT NOW.”

Star gulped. “Uh, Heckapoo, I’m not Mar-“

“There’s no time, let’s go!”

Before Star or Marco could react, Heckapoo grabbed Marco’s body and threw it through the portal. Then, as an afterthought, she turned to Marco in Star’s body.

“Princess Butterfly,” she said curtly. “Good luck at the reception tonight.”

Marco stared. “Wait, what recep-“

It was too late-before Marco could get another word in, Heckapoo stepped through the portal and vanished.

Marco stared helplessly at the empty air, as Pony Head floated down next to him. “Oooh, that’s some bad luck right there.”

Desperately, Marco turned to Pony Head. “What do we do? What do we do?”

“I don’t know!” Pony Head shouted defensively. “Maybe if we-“

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Startled, Pony Head turned and looked at the clock. “Oh shoot, I’ve gotta get ready for the reception! Catchya later, earth turd, good luck with the speech!”

Marco could only stare in disbelief as Pony Head flew out the window and disappeared from view. Running to the window, Marco tried desperately to call out to the rapidly fleeing Pony Head. “What reception? WHAT SPEECH?”

Predictably, there was no answer.

Slowly, Marco turned, leaned against the wall, slid down against the floor, and took a deep breath.

“Okay, Diaz,” he said, “Just relax. You’re just in your best friend’s body. And your best friend in your body is just off in another dimension. And all you have to do is just get through a lousy reception.”

“You can do this,” he said, “You can do-“

At that moment the door to Star’s room burst open, revealing an obviously panicked and even more obviously stressed Queen Moon Butterfly. “Star! What are you doing, you were supposed to be dressed and ready twenty minutes ago!”

Marco was overcome with a simultaneous wave of terror and relief. “Queen Moon! Oh, thank god you’re here!”

Moon stared at Star. “Um, sweetie…”

“Oh! Uh, you see I’m not actually Star right now, I’m Marco,” he said, standing up off the floor and making his way over to the shocked Queen. “See, we accidentally switched bodies earlier, and-“

He stopped as Queen Moon clutched her forehead tightly. “You switched…

She took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. I can deal with this. Marco, where is my daughter?”

“Oh, Heckapoo grabbed her just a few minutes ago.” Marco replied. “See, she thought Star was me, since she’s in my body, and-“

He stopped again as Moon’s eye began to twitch. “Marco,” Moon said slowly, “Did my daughter ever mention to you the importance of tonight’s events?”

“She… might have?” Marco replied cautiously.

She glared at him. “Marco, tonight marks a very important reception for the Tallarn Kingdom of the far eastern deserts. This is a very important ceremony, and Star was supposed to provide the introductory speech. Which,” Moon growled through clenched teeth, “She. Volunteered. To. Do.”

“Maybe-maybe I can give the speech?” Marco said. “I mean, I don’t know how much time I have to rehearse, but-“

Moon shook her head. “No, that’s not going to work! You don’t understand Marco, this event needs to go perfectly, and Star’s speech especially. Anything else would be an insult to the Court of Al’Raheem, which would be very, very… bad.”

She closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose, and began a sigh that quickly transitioned into a groan. “How did this even happen? Do I even want to ask?”

“Well, Pony Head-“

Moon groaned again.

“-Had this weird cursed mirror with her,” Marco continued, “which made me and her switch bodies. But the thing is, it won’t let you switch back directly. Now, Star figured that we could switch back if we swapped through some other bodies, but we’re… still working on the math.”

As Marco spoke, a curious look came across Moon’s face, and at the mention of the mirror she instantly locked her eyes onto to the polished item lying on the floor. Walking over, she slowly bent over, picked it up, and stared into its depths.

“Marco,” Queen Moon said, “I may have an idea.”

As sinking feeling began to arise in Marco’s stomach, he hoped that Star was doing better in his body than he was in hers.

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“Marco! Quit staring at your abs!”

“OH!” Star’s eyes leapt up and instantly focused on Heckapoo, who was standing in front of her with an expression that was halfway between annoyance and fury. “Uh, sorry.”

Heckapoo glared at her. “Marco, I didn’t bring you here so you could ogle yourself. I need you to stay focused, one wrong move here and we could both be killed.”

She paused for a moment. “Well you would, probably.”

Star gulped. “Yes, uh, Heckapoo, ma’am. But if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are we doing that’s so dangerous?”

Heckapoo grinned wickedly. “Oh don’t worry, you’ll find out soon. Just keep following me, and watch your back. This isn’t exactly the safe part of my dimension.”

As Heckapoo turned around to continue trudging up the narrow mountain pass they’d teleported to, Star couldn’t help but sneak another look down at her body. She’d seen Marco as an adult briefly before, but seeing was far different from being. Almost unconsciously, she reached up and brushed the thin layer of stubble on Marco’s-her-chin as she considered her chiseled, rock-hard abdominal muscles.

There was no doubt about it, Star thought-when she got back, she was instituting an exercise program for royal squires, with a heavy emphasis on crunches. He’ll thank me later.

“Eyes up meathead, we’re here!”

Star looked up, and was overcome by a breathtaking sight. Atop the mountain’s peak were the ruins of what had once been a massive and magnificent castle, its tall moss-covered walls enshrouded in a thick cloud of mist.

Despite her occasional dabbles in siege weaponry, Star was no expert on fortifications-but even an untrained eye like hers could tell the structure had to have been at least a thousand years old, and abandoned for nearly as long.

“Wow,” she said, taking in the awe-inspiring sight. “What is this place?”

Heckapoo shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care. Now come on, we’re late.”

With that, Heckapoo stepped through a hole in the castle’s weathered walls-and after a moment of hesitation, Star followed. Climbing over a pile of rubble, she squeezed her now-broad shoulders through the gap and found herself in a narrow passageway. Proceeding after Heckapoo, she noted that the interior of the castle was damp, poorly lit, and smelled of mold. This place, she thought, would be the perfect hideout for a monster-or worse.

“Aye, Heckapoo! I almost thought you’d decided to call it off!”

Surprised, Star turned and saw six people standing in the hallway, all carrying various weapons and dressed in colorful, flamboyant outfits. Their apparent leader, a tall, aged, and bearded man, grinned widely at the sight of Heckapoo and lifted his halberd in greeting.

Heckapoo laughed. “Karl, always a pleasure. You ready to get to business?”

“Always!” Karl replied. “So what kind of work did you have in mind? Your summons was awfully sparse on the details.”

“It’s a shapeshifter,” Heckapoo said. “It’s been hopping across dimensions and causing all kinds of trouble-but I finally tracked it down here. Now, all we need to do is find it” she said, grinding a fist against her palm for emphasis, “and take it out.”

Karl’s band of mercenaries cheered, as did Star. “A monster hunt?” she said, “Heckapoo, why didn’t you say so! After the day I’ve been having, I’d give anything for a good fight.”

As the cheers died down, however, Heckapoo frowned. “Uh, Karl,” she said suspiciously, “You said you were bringing five people with you, right?”

Karl lowered his halberd and looked at Heckapoo, confused. “Yes, why do you ask?”

“So why are there seven of you?”

Shocked, the band of mercenaries turned inwards while backing out towards the walls. Within seconds, two identical men were left standing in the middle of a circle of raised steel. Squaring off, each one drew their weapon and pointed it at the other.

“He must be the monster!” one of the men screamed, his voice warbling with terror.

The other jabbed his weapon towards his doppelganger, missing by inches. “Liar! Tis you, the monster be!”

The first man stopped. “What? That didn’t make any sense.”

The other paused, confused. “I said-“

Without warning, the first man exploded into a mass of writing tentacles surrounding a gaping maw, swallowing up the second man before he or the other mercenaries had a chance to react. Then, just as the mercenaries began to move into action, the formless mass broke through the circle and rushed down the hallway, quickly rounding a corner and disappearing into the depths of the castle.

Heckapoo slapped her forehead while Star stared in horror.

“This,” Heckapoo groaned, “Might take longer than I thought.”

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Smile and wave, Marco thought. Just smile and wave.

“Marco,” Star’s voice hissed, “That’s too much smiling and waving, tone it down.”

Marco had been through a lot since he’d first met Star. He had faced death in a half-dozen dimensions. His own arm had become a demon. He had faced terrors the likes of which hardly any man could scarcely have imagined.

But this-impersonating his best friend’s mother during a diplomatic banquet-this was an entirely new level of horror.

The banquet itself was an elaborate affair. Dozens of servers danced across the room, holding aloft various cuts of roasted meat, leafy salads, and piled stacks of corn. The Tallarn delegation, numbering well over three dozen dignitaries, advisors, and servants, was seated along a series of long tables that stretched across the room, while the Butterfly Royal Family dined upon a raised dais at the head of the chamber. It felt, Marco thought, that every single eye was staring at him, that everyone could see through the deception.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” King River asked, nudging what he believed to be his wife. “You’ve hardly touched your roast beast. Eat up, you’ll need your energy for those, you know, high-stakes negotiations!”

“Uh, yeah. Of course.” Marco replied nervously, and looked down at his plate. There were about a dozen forks lined up alongside the dish, and judging by the way Moon in Star’s body was glaring at him, picking the wrong one would result in a fate worse than death.

“Actually, you know, I don’t think I’m hungry,” Marco said. “Besides,” he continued, looking over at Star, “Isn’t it time for someone to give a speech?”

Star’s body smiled, took a glass, and stood up. Ringing a fork gently against the glass, she waited as the din of consumption and conversation slowly died down.

“People of Tallarn and of Mewni, I am honored to address you today,” she began. “For years, our two kingdoms have stood apart, separated by distance and distrust. But now, we have a chance to create a new bond, one forged from mutual trust and respect.”

“Look at her go!” River whispered excitedly, leaning up close to Marco. “She sounds just like you, dear! And to think you thought she couldn’t do it!”

“That’s… my girl,” Marco replied, hoping he didn’t sound as awkward as he felt.

“Her posture, her dictation… it’s beautiful!” River whispered proudly. “Of course, not as beautiful as you are, my dear.”

“Oh, uh, thanks River,” Marco said cautiously.

“You know, dear,” River continued, “Maybe tonight after we finish with this whole shindig, we could…”

Marco tuned out the rest of River’s words, stared straight ahead, and longed for the sweet release of death.

“And thus,” Moon mercifully began to conclude, “Mewni is a land of contrasts. Thank you.”

The room echoed with polite applause as Moon took a seat, and Marco allowed himself to relax slightly before standing himself.

“Thank you, Mo- I mean Sta- I mean Princess Butterfly, for those words of wisdom,” he said, desperately trying to remember the script Moon had drilled into him in the brief time before the reception. “Now please, feast and be… merry?”

“Good enough,” Moon hissed, “Now let’s go! I need to get back into my own body before the feast is over.”

Marco nodded, but was surprised when he felt River grabbing his arm.

“Sweetie, is everything alright?” River asked, clearly concerned.

“Oh it’s alright,” Marco said hastily, “Star and I just have to go do… queen stuff! That’s it.”

River raised an eyebrow as Moon and Marco rushed off the dais and into a back room, where Marco breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, that seemed to go well.”

“Well? That was a disaster!” Moon said, pulling on Star’s hair. “Didn’t you see how the delegation reacted? Duke Ras-Aziz looked like he was practically falling asleep! Marco, if these trade negotiations don’t go perfectly, the political ramifications to our kingdom could be devastating!”

Marco bit his lip. “Uh, Queen Moon, I understand that this is important, but, what exactly am I supposed to do?”

Moon put her hand on her chin. “I need to talk directly to Duke Ras-Aziz, to explain to him how important this will be for both our countries. But Tallarn society is intensely patriarchal, and the Duke is said to only care about hunting and fishing….”

She snapped her fingers. “Maybe, I could use the mirror to switch bodies with a man the duke would want to talk to….” She groaned. “No, that would never work. How am I going to find someone to-“

“MOON PIE!”

Marco and Moon turned to the door, where King River was standing and looking distraught.

“The long search is over,” Marco deadpanned.

“Moon, sweetie, whatever is going on, please tell me!” River said, walking forward. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you’re just, not… you!”

Moon sighed. “River, that’s because she’s not me. I mean Moon. She’s not Moon.”

River’s expression of despair turned quickly into shock before filling with rage. “I KNEW IT!” he screamed, charging at Marco. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY WIFE, YOU SCOUNDREL?”

“River, I-ack!” Marco barely had a chance to respond before River had grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to the ground. As he rolled over, Marco realized in a flash of horror that River suddenly had an axe in his hands, and blood in his eyes.

“RIVER! You put this axe down this instant!”

Instinctively, River dropped the axe, and turned to Moon. “Star? That’s not… Moon? Is that you?”

Moon groaned again, dragging her hands across her face. “YES, River, it’s me.”

River stared, perplexed. “But, how? And if you’re Star, who’s-“

“Marco,” Marco said as he stood up, dusting off Moon’s dress.

For a moment, King River’s expression was nothing but pure horror and anguish.

“Apparently, our daughter decided to spend the afternoon playing with dangerous magical artifacts.” Moon said, ignoring her husband’s brief moment of existential pain. “The only good news is that this may be an opportunity to get a leg up in the negotiations with the Tallarn-and we cannot let this chance slip us by.”

“Bwuh?”

Moon rolled her eyes. “River, I need your body.”

River looked at Moon, then back at Marco, then back to Moon, his expression one of pure puzzlement.

“Uh, I don’t-“

Moon rolled her eyes. “Marco, give me the mirror. River?”

“Yes, uh, darling?”

“You’re about to have a stirring conversation with Duke Ras-Aziz.”

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Not for the first time in her life, Star desperately wished she had her wand.

The interior of the castle ruins were a twisting, dangerous maze, filled with dead-ends, collapsed passageways, and ancient traps. It was a challenging, foreboding environment-and to Star, it would have been perfect for an afternoon of magic-fueled hijinks and exploration with Marco.

But instead of Marco, she considered with a flash of annoyance, all she had were these useless mercenaries-who, she would have sworn, were trying to get killed.

“Stop.”

“What?” The mercenary in front of her, an aged soldier covered in wrinkles and scars, stopped and turned. “What’s going on?”

Carefully, Star leaned over and inspected the floor. As she’d suspected, a tripwire had been strung across the ground at ankle-height, mere inches from the mercenary’s boot. As the mercenary froze with terror, Star gently disabled the tripwire, stood up, and patted the man on the back.

“I’d be a bit more careful next time,” she said.

“Ha!” One of the other mercenaries laughed. “Better be more careful Franz, or you’ll never make it to retirement!”

Franz shook his head. “Just three days, Gregor! Trust me, I won’t be dying tonight.”

Gregor, a tall, young, and lanky man, laughed again. “Well, I won’t be dying either! Just yesterday, I proposed to my girlfriend, Brigid! And if this job pays off, I’ll finally be able to afford a ring!”

The final member of the mercenary trio, a battle-scarred middle-aged woman, nodded. “Aye, and I’ll finally be able to sail the world with my beloved, like we’ve always dreamed, and fulfil my pa’s dying wish.”

Franz narrowed his eyes, and raised his pike. “Say, Agnes… I thought sailing the world was your mother’s dying wish.”

Agnes glared back at Franz. “Are you insinuating something, you ragged cur?”

“Me, the cur?” Franz shouted angrily. “You’re the only cur here, wretch! You’ve been acting suspicious since we split up from the rest of the group, you’re clearly the monster!”

Agnes laughed defiantly, and unsheathed her sword in a single flourish. “HA! Your words betray your intentions, foul beast! You’re the monster, and I intend to put your head on a stake!”

“Comrades, wait!” Gregor shouted, rushing between them. “Can’t you see what’s going on here?”

He sighed. “I’m the monster!”

Before anyone could react, Gregor exploded into a mass of teeth and tentacles that quickly latched onto and devoured Franz and Agnes. For her part, Star was barely able to duck beneath a barbed tentacle that swept her way, and awkwardly leaped backwards to avoid the next.

As Star watched, the monster gurgled, growled, and began to move closer. With every step the shape of the monster shifted and swirled-a never-ending nightmare of tendrils and teeth.

It was, Star considered, at least the third-ugliest monster she’d ever stared down.

Just as the creature was about to reach her, Star leapt back once more, yanking the tripwire. The corridor immediately began to rumble, and within seconds the ceiling came crashing down in a rush of dust and masonry. Star, already on her feet, raced down the collapsing corridor as quickly as she could, covering her mouth to avoid breathing in the ancient dust.

Finally, the noise and vibrations subsided, and Star stopped to look back. An impassable wall of rock now blocked off the entire corridor, with no sign of the shapeshifter-for better or worse.

Star breathed in deeply, leaning against the wall. “That was too close.”

“What’s going on?”

Looking up, Star saw Heckapoo approaching from the opposite direction, her scissors at the ready.

“Heckapoo!” Star shouted, standing up straight. “Where’s everyone else?”

Heckapoo glared. “I could ask you the same thing, Marco.”

She pointed her scissors at Star. “Tell me, Marco, how did you kill my thirty-fifth clone when you were after the scissors?”

Star stared. “I, uh… don’t know?”

Heckapoo grinned, and raised her scissors. “Gotcha, monster.”

“NO WAIT!” Star shouted, putting up her hands. “I’m not Marco!”

“Uh, yeah, I figured.”

“No, I mean, I’m Star!”

Heckapoo stared. “I-what?”

“Marco and I switched bodies, right before you grabbed me!” Star said. “I tried to tell you before, but-“

“Wait, wait, wait.” Heckapoo said, holding up her hands. “Okay, I’m just going to need a minute to process this.”

She leaned back against the wall, looked up at the ceiling, and groaned. “Urgghhhhh… okay, I think I can still work with this,” she said, and looked at Star. “Do you have your wand?”

“No.”

“URRRGHHHHH”

Star sighed. “Look, Heckapoo. I know I’m not Marco, and I haven’t earned this buff bod. But I still think that if we stick together and trust each other, we can take this thing out.”

She smiled, and extended her hand. “Ready to go beat up this monster?”

Heckapoo looked down, smiled, and grabbed Star’s hand. “Alright Star. Let’s go.”

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In the back room of the banquet hall, the body of Princess Star Butterfly screamed in frustration.

Marco knew there had to be a way to get everyone back into the right bodies. Pony Head had already been placed back into her body, and he himself had already been placed back into Star as part of Queen Moon’s increasingly complex diplomatic machinations. But with each additional swap, the puzzle was growing more and more complicated-and Marco could do little but scream in frustration as the sheer volume of swaps overwhelmed his ability to process them.

“Star?” Manfred’s voice said behind Marco.

“Marco.” Marco said. “Manfred?”

“Tom.”

“Tom?” Marco said, confused, and spun around. “What are you doing here?”

Manfred’s body shrugged. “Dad told me I had to come. Guess the Underworld needs trade with Tallarn too, huh?” He shrugged. “So, where’s Star?”

Marco shrugged back. “In my body, probably, with Heckapoo, I think. How’d Queen Moon wrap you up in this?”

“Oh, that’s who that was? Manfred just walked up, told me I needed to switch bodies with him, and that someone would tell me what was going on back here.”

Marco groaned. “Of course she did. Yeah, so Pony Head found this mirror that can switch bodies, and I think Queen Moon’s gone a little crazy with it trying to get an edge on these negotiations or whatever. And of course I’m stuck back here trying to figure out how to put everyone back afterwards.”

Tom gave Marco a concerned look. “What, you’re telling me we can’t just switch back?”

Marco shrugged. “I mean, kinda? You can sort of switch with other people, but not directly. It’s complicated.”

“I can’t believe this!” Tom shouted. “How am I supposed to go out with Star looking like this?!”

“Are you serious right now?” Marco said. “That’s all you’re concerned about?”

“Hey man, this is serious!” Tom said angrily. “If you don’t find out a way to get me back into my body, I swear I’ll-“

Marco threw up his hands. “Okay, okay, sheesh! It’s not like I want to be stuck in Star’s body, you know. I worked hard on my original body!”

Tom nodded. “It does look good on you.”

“Regardless, this has gone on long enough,” Marco said. “I need to find Queen Moon, and tell her-“

Before he could finish his sentence, Marco was interrupted by a loud, blood-curdling scream.

Instinctively, Marco grabbed a crossbow off the wall and raced out of the back room, Tom hot on his heels. As he emerged into the banquet hall, Marco was shocked to see a golden dimensional portal hovering in the middle of the room, swirling with mystical energy.

Then, a pair of figures flew through the portal, sailed through the air, and crashed down into the middle of one of the banquet tables. In a moment of shock, Marco recognized the two figures as Heckapoo and his own body, wrapped together in a vicious fistfight.

And, he noticed with a wince, it looked like Heckapoo was winning.

Snarling in rage and defiance in spite of the blood and bruises, Marco’s body pulled back and laid a haymaker straight into Heckapoo’s jaw, sending her head crashing back into a plate of sausages. Howling in pain, Heckapoo kicked up and nailed Marco’s body between the legs, sending it reeling off the table and crashing to the floor. All the while, guests and dignitaries fled the scene as rapidly as possible, screaming in terror at the appearance of the sudden and vicious brawl.

From across the room, the body of Ruberiot stood up in horror. “Heckapoo, what in the world are you doing?!”

“This thing is a shapeshifting monster!” Heckapoo shouted, pointing down and the moaning body of Marco. “We have to kill it, right now!”

Marco’s body rolled over and shakily pointed at Heckapoo. “I’m not the monster, you are! You attacked me!”

“It’s called a preemptive strike, shapeshifter!”

“Hold up!” Marco shouted, and lifted the crossbow. “Nobody’s killing anyone until we figure out who the real monster is!”

“You watch it with that crossbow, Princess!” Heckapoo shouted. “You shoot me, I don’t care who your parents are!”

Marco turned to his body, which was staggering to its feet.

“Alright, Marco,” he said, “Who am I?”

His body looked at him, confused. “Marco,” it said groggily, “I’ve been through a lot today and I really don’t need you pointing a crossbow in my face.”

Marco nodded, and turned the crossbow back towards Heckapoo. “Alright, Heckapoo, if that is your real name, I think I see what’s going on here.”

“Uh, Princess Star-“

“You’re just gonna put your hands up, where I can see them-“

“Marco-“

“Until we can figure out who you really-“

“MARCO, TURN AROUND!”

Marco spun around and dropped his crossbow in sudden terror. A massive, hideous beast was perched upon the table behind him, gurgling and growling as it writhed dozens of long, hideous tentacles. Stunned, Marco could only watch as a dozen pairs of eyes appeared on the creature’s slimy edifice, each old rolling and locking directly onto him.

Marco hadn’t even thought it was possible for a mouth that big to grin.

Then, without warning, the monster screamed in pain. Before Marco could react, a fountain of black bile erupted from the side of the monster.  The monster instantly crumbled and fell off the table and onto the ground, wheezing and flailing its tentacles helplessly. Looking up, Marco saw the wizened figure of Duke Ras-Aziz holding a long, curved scimitar, covered in blood and grinning madly. As the monster began to roll over, the Duke threw his sword down into the beast’s hide, causing it to emit a hideous shriek of pain before finally lying still.

“Now that is what I call after dinner entertainment!” he shouted happily, beaming from ear to ear. “And to think, I thought that all of you Mewmans were as boring as your princess!”

Wiping a globule of blood off his tunic, he turned to face the body of Queen Moon, who was staring wide-eyed. “Queen Moon, I shall be retiring for the evening, but in the morning I will be happy to open trade negotiations with your Kingdom.”

“Uh, yes, of course!” Queen Moon’s body replied. “I, uh, look forward to it.”

“Splendid!” the Duke declared. “Now, with that, I am off to my chambers. Farewell!”

With a flourish, the Duke spun on his heel, leapt off the table, and walked out of the banquet hall, flanked by the few Tallarn advisors who had stayed during the melee. As the doors swung shut, Marco could only turn and look around in a daze at the few people left inside the room.

“Well,” Queen Moon said from Ruberiot’s body, “That went better than I expected.”

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“Man,” Star said as she fell back into her bed, “It sure is good to have my own body back.”

“You said it,” Marco replied, and then winced as he sat down into an adjacent chair. “I, uh, just wish you’d been a bit more gentle with mine.”

Star laughed. “I’m just glad Heckapoo was able to call Omintraxus to help us out. I know you’re smart, Marco-“ she tapped his head “-But there’s no way you would’ve been able to come up with the Sweet Clyde theorem on your own.”

“Hey, I could’ve figured it out!” Marco protested. “It’s not my fault your mom decided to keep switching bodies and throwing off my math!”

Star shook her head. “Oh come on Marco, I’d like to see you get the NBA’s top academic honors.” She chuckled for a moment, and frowned. “Say, uh, what’s an NBA?”

Marco shrugged. “Well I thought it was a sports thing, but honestly that part didn’t make much sense to me.”

“Oh well.” Star said. Sitting up on her bed, she grinned at Marco. “So, enjoy your time in my body?”

Marco eyed Star suspiciously. “I’m not exactly sure how I’m supposed to respond to that.”

Star laughed, leaned back down onto her bed, and looked up at Marco. “Well, all I’m gonna say is that starting tomorrow, you are going to be doing a lot more crunches.”

Marco groaned, and stood up out of the chair. “Well, I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Star.”

“Goodnight, Marco.”

As Marco left the room, Star pulled out the mirror, looked at her reflection, and smiled. Then, she tucked it under her bed, rolled over, and fell asleep.

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TEA LEAVINGS!

A Collection of the Thomas the Writer and De Writer's

Running tea tale gags

By

Thomas the Writer and De Writer

©2018

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: Have give reader appreciation post for read of See Story part 4. Much Thank you for that. // Is thank you for bee sting ointment to speed recovery from failed drone strike, Bees much hard to train for such work. Have find you package of Tea from Tunguska, harvest of 1907. Due to meteor, it was last harvest. Is good tea.

Thomas the writer: I’m glade the bee sting ointment is working for you, my grandfather teach me how to make it long ago, lucky for me i have his book on medicine i could make plenty

dashie: hay dad, do you have an ointment for snapping turtle

Thomas the writer: snapping turtle, why you need an ointment for that dashie

dashie: *she came in and had a snapping turtle by her cheek* well i could say is it a long and funny story

Thomas the writer: ……………………….. *face palm*

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ask-de-writer asked: Hi there, Uncle! De Writer been really busy and stuff. So sorry to miss Mah Jongg game! To make up, I have bring you tea of High Mountain Green. Is fine tea. Get someone fix it that not burn water when cook.

Uncle: thank you de-writer for the generous offer of high mountain green tea. uncle will enjoy this tea very much. tohru get over here

Tohru: yes sensai

Uncle: go fix tea for uncle and one more thing don’t burn tea or your in trouble

Tohru: do you mean i get a whooping *ouch*

Uncle: uncle wasn’t gona say that but thanks for reminding me now go make tea

Tohru: sigh yes sensai

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ask-de-writer asked: Hello, Uncle: It good to see again you and fine works of your shop. Keep on make the best antique to be find anywhere except the one I make. Story tales of you so fine it hard to say. To show veneration, I offer High Mountain Green Tea. It best of all tea for Uncle. Mah Jongg off for this night. Somepony come into my place and sneaky rub all secret marks off backs of tiles and put in honest dice in set. Was most terrible thing. If set honest, how we cheat each other fairly?

Uncle: well de-writer uncle very please and happy that you offer some of your best high mountain green tea to me i’m please of the taste and smell of the tea. and uncle will do best to keep the shop with high quality antic maybe you can put some of your best antic in my store one day. and one more thing i’m sorry that our game of mah jongg is cancel for the night

*out of nowhere a magic energy burst came appear right next to uncle showing rainbow pegasi*

rainbow dash: hey uncle i got the secret mark pieces from de-writer place

Uncle: take them to uncle room and one more thing here 10 buck to keep quiet about this

rainbow dash: make it 20

Uncle: aiieeee-yeaaah kids today fine 20

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: Was most delight at find Ancient Wisdom of De Writer in inbox. Have make you most special blend of tea and send also many funny fortune cookie for laughs. Thank you most special.

Uncle: *he open the fortune cookie and read the message* you will smile happily when you hit the person on the head a thousand time. hmmm Jackie come over here for a second

Jackie: yes uncle do you need something ouch what that for

Uncle: nothing much just want to hit you on the head

Jackie: for what reason?

uncle: it make uncle happy

Jackie:……………….

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: I checking library and find you have check out and like To War I Ride! Thank you, is most fine poem. Go well with Ethiopian Harare coffee. Is most good coffee. Have give Dashie a cup and now send you pound of that fine coffee by very fast pegasus!!

Thomas the writer: thanks for the coffee de-writer and the poem was a good read as well

Dashie: *dashie fly right next to Thomas* hey dad is there more of that coffee

Thomas the writer: sorry dashie there aren’t anymore, and this is my personal cup

Dashie: can I have it please

Thomas the writer: dashie I know your a lot older for coffee, but you know what caffeine do to you

Dashie: oh please dad I’m fit as a fiddle , check out this awesome trick I can do * dashie fly around in circle*

Thomas the writer:……… *Thomas to a drink of his coffee and put the cup down, then went to grab a pillow and put it center of the floor and after that he count* …. sigh Three, Two, One

once he finish counting he saw dashie came crashing down and landed on the pillow.

Thomas the writer: your ok dashie

Dashie:zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Thomas the writer: hahahah that my daughter

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ask-de-writer asked: I have see in inbox new Ancient Wisdom. I must feed dinosaurs and take mammals for walk. Dinner too. Got gypped on last batch of tea. Have send them spell of worms to get somewhat past even. Soon I have good tea for you. Tell Dashie that espresso not soda pop. Next time drink slow and only ONE!

Thomas the writer: can’t wait to try the new tea de-writer *Thomas saw dashie walking right next to him and flop to the floor* are you ok dashie

dashie: my head hurt, can you make the pain go away please daddy.

Thomas the writer: sigh sometime I don’t know what to do with you dashie, stay where you I be back.

Thomas went into the kitchen and grab something from the fridge. after he return with what look like a cloth bag full of ice. he sit right next to dashie and place the ice bag on her head.

Thomas the writer: how you feel now ?

dashie: a little better, can you read me a story please

Thomas the writer: *he smile* of course dashie your in luck I have a really good story that de-writer wrote. you want to hear it.

dashie: I always like it when you read me some of his stories. * dashie got a little closer to Thomas* I love you dad

Thomas the writer: I love you to dashie

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: I have post and link up Ancient Wisdom. Much thanks. Is look great on reader stand in Library. Look forward to next part. I see Dashie have learn about espresso. Sorry for her. I am send you new tea. Is local variety from north side of Mount Erebus. Volcano heat keep it warm enough to grow well. Six month Antarctic day do amazing thing for flavor.

Thomas the writer: *Thomas drink the new tea* wow the flavor of this tea is amazing de-writer, thanks again for the new batch of tea. how you liking the tea dashie ?

dashie: *dashie drink the tea* it not bad bad, but I could used two or three sugar cube to make it taste good.

Thomas the writer: ok but you only get one sugar cube.

dashie: only one

Thomas the writer: don’t make me remind you what happened when you drink expresso

dashie:……………. ok I won’t have any

Thomas the writer: that a good girl. after you finish tea, you got that book report that you have to finish up. and no just because I’m a teacher, I’m not giving you off the hook.

dashie:…………… oh horse apple

Thomas the writer: what was that ?

dashie nothing dad *dashie smile* dashie: *

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ask-de-writer asked: That is good, Thomas. I do not have to worry about them too much. I can just post them as you send them and call each one Etnry # and not worry about messing up order. Have discover Luna secret tea vacuum packing plant on moon. Am testing to see if it good enough to be worth share.

Thomas the writer: Luna have a tea packing plant on the moon, I would defiantly like to try that soon when you have a chance to finish testing it

Dashie: *she walk by to Thomas while reading something in her hooves* hahaha wow this is good

Thomas the writer: hey dashie what your reading.

Dashie: oh nothing much, I just found this old love letter on your desk, when I was looking for something

Thomas the writer: *blush* um a love letter, I don’t remember writing a love letter

dashie: are you sure dad, by the look of this letter, it have somepony name go by tia

Thomas the writer: *Thomas was in shock and grab the letter from dashie and eat it* wow old paper that weird after a long time. and as for you dashie how many time I told you not to touch my stuff

dashie: sorry dad, I didn’t know that you knew that pony.

Thomas the writer: sigh it ok dashie, you didn’t know. now let go get some ice cream

dashie: cool, I want double chocolate sunday

Thomas the writer: and I wan *all of sudden Thomas felt a strange pain in his belly* I might used the bathroom before we go.

dashie: welp I guess you could say, that love letter, know it way around you hahaha

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle, I have receive wonderful Ancient Wisdom. I have just post Thomas Journal so I wait for this afternoon to post Wisdom. I have recover from Luna Vacuum Pack Tea. I have only a few problem with tummy now. I am try track down a good coffee for you instead. Wishing you better than I got this last time! -- De Writer

Thomas the writer: thanks de-writer, I saw the post and it look cool. can’t wait for everyone to enjoy the next entry of the journal.

dashie: hey dad I read something really interesting from this book

Thomas the writer: what you read ?

dashie: well de-writer say he going to look for good coffee right, so I check in the book to see any good location for coffee. but I read something that say there a really good coffee that you only find there

Thomas the writer: oh I know that one, that gotta be *Thomas stop for a moment*

dashie: what wrong dad ?

Thomas the writer: I just realize something of that coffee and I don’t want to remember it

dashie:……………. ok what you say dad

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: I thank you for read of Brightmane's Foal. Was fun write. Have found new tea that be very good. Now all I have to do is get distraction for guards. They know it be very good too!

Thomas the writer: the brightmare foal, was a good read, and I enjoy it a lot. and be careful with the guards. thay can be dangerous sometimes.

dashie: hey dad, I think I got an idea of distracting the guards

Thomas the writer: …….. sigh dashie, I told you before, you can’t used my freeze spell to freeze people, even ponies.

dashie: come on dad, I be more careful next time.

Thomas the writer: that what you said, when you freeze your cooking teacher in class, when you was caught cheating on a cooking test

dashie:…. that was one time

Thomas the writer: or what about the time, when uncle was about to yell at you for breaking his favorite vase

dashie: that wasn’t my fault

Thomas the writer: I have to paid five thousand dollars for that vase

dashie: ok I won’t used freeze spell then

Thomas the writer: that a good girl

dashie: I just used the fire spell instead then

Thomas the writer:………….. *face palm*

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: Have tea. T-82 still in good shape. I keep it in "snow globe pocket dimension" souvenir of 1st Iraq War. That thing from different dimension and not worry it. Besides not really big problem. Ammo and fuel, those big problem. Have tea from place better not say just now. HOWEVER IT VERY GOOD TEA! Have ask Dashie to take you big package. Was WHOLE warehouse full. Amazing deal you make when 150 mm cannon aimed properly.

Dashie: *dashie carrying a heavy load of tea on her back* here is some huff, awesome huff, tea daddy

Thomas the writer:……………. wow, now that a lot of tea, you need help dashie

Dashie: don’t worry huff dad, I think huff I got it. all I need huff to do is to put it down somewhere. *dashie saw the kitchen table and place it there* now I can rest for a second

Thomas the writer: dashie wait don’t put it on the * all the sudden the kitchen table break with the heaviness of the box of tea* kitchen table

dashie: woops sorry dad

Thomas the writer *face palm*

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: I have at great expense and trouble obtained for you rare image of Thomas, render in pencil. Would you please see if it satisfactory? Also Dashie have find where I keep small espresso pot and work it. Watch out! She now very quick!

Thomas the writer: sure thing de-writer, I will check out your pencil sketch for you. but first I have to stop dashie from moving around, since she discover your secret stash of espresso. then all of sudden Thomas was spinning around like a top, after something fly past him as a speed of light. after he stop spinning he saw who it was til he knew it was dashie standing in front of him

Dashie: *eyes twitching* hey dad you want to race

Thomas the writer: dashie, now let just relax for a second before you do something wrong.

dashie: *eye twitching* come on dad I haven’t done anything wrong, all I want to do is race.

Thomas the writer: dashie you have to much espresso, you know what happened to you when you have to much

dashie: *eye twitching* ok if you want to stop me, you have to catch me.

after saying that, dashie fly off like a speed of light. Thomas have to figure out of how to stop her. then he remember that he know a spell that can help him out. Thomas concertrate his mind. until he open his eyes and it turn like cat like vision. everything around him was moving slow, until he saw dashie moving normal, Thomas open his wing and fly torse to her. dashie was flying normal until Thomas stop right in front of him.

dashie: hey how you caught up with me ?

Thomas the writer: let’s just say, I have a few trick under my hooves, if you know what I mean. now stop what are you doing. or I stop you myself.

dashie: ok dad, catch up with me dad. *dashie fly off*

Thomas the writer: …….. sigh ok *Thomas chase after her*

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: I have give you thanks post for read my story How I Got Here. I have make special tea for Dashie. I think that she like it a lot. It sweeten with about a gallon of honey.

dashie: wow this tea is awesome, well not more awesome then coffee, but still awesome.

Thomas the writer: I’m glade your enjoying the tea dashie, not if your excuse me I have to go check the broom closet to clean up the muffin crumbs on the floor

when dashie was busy drinking her tea, dashie just relies something that she forgot there was something inside the closet.

dashie: dad wait there something inside the closet

Thomas the writer: like what *when he open the closet, a pile of coffee cups collection pile all over him*

dashie: ………. um dad your ok

Thomas the writer:………………..

dashie: yeah I go to my room now.

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: Sorry that I so slow to say, Posted Thomas Journal Interlude Entry 5 for you. Has been up for a while. I was only just now free from Tea Combine warehouse/Jail. Have remote control T-82 handy after all. Especially if main gun work. Got Dashie a surprise. NO CAFFEINE Espresso! She sleep like a rock!

Thomas the writer: thanks for bringing dashie the no caffeine espresso for her, and like you say

dashie: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Thomas the writer: she sleeping like a rock, which mean some quality time to read my book.

dashie: zzzzzzzzzz coffee zzzzzzzzzz latte zzzzzzzzzzz espresso

Thomas the writer:………….. wow even in her sleep she dreaming about coffee

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: How the Jamaican Blue Mountain? And one more thing. I have post Thomas Journal Entry 7 Much thanks.

Thomas the writer: you was right about the Jamaican blue mountain coffee, this stuff is really strong. but don’t worry dashie haven’t found the coffee yet. and I hope she doesn’t

Dashie: hey dad

Thomas the writer: *he jump up in the air and crash landed to the ground, he look up and saw dashie* dashie what are you doing scaring me like that ?

dashie: I wasn’t doing nothing dad, all I did was just say hi. by the way, have you smell coffee anywhere.

Thomas the writer: um no, there no coffee here. just tea

dashie:………………….. what kind of tea

Thomas the writer:……………. really strong tea.

dashie: that sound tasty. can I try some ?

Thomas the writer: sorry dashie, this tea is meant for me.

dashie: oh ok then, I guess I go to the kitchen and take a sip of this fine tea that in the coffee maker for myself then

Thomas the writer: ok, you do that then…………. wait …… what. dashie don’t even think about drinking that stuff.

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ask-de-writer asked: Hie, Uncle! I have receive all three part of Thomas Journal. Is look like much fun and have save as draft so I fix them all up to post and put them out in next week! Be a Thomas Celebration! Serve up much tea and coffee with fortune cookie and hom-bau on side. You come, you ask for special tea and we have just for you.

Thomas the writer: ha ha thank you de-writer, I always appreciate you take your time, and take a look at some of my stories. and the tea and coffee sound good.

dashie: yeah specially the coffee dad

Thomas the writer: dashie, I say no coffee

dashie: come on dad, please *showing puppy eyes*

Thomas the writer:………….. sigh ok just this once

dashie: yeah, thanks dad, your the best

Uncle: your a good father, Thomas

Thomas the writer: …….. yeah I got to try to be, uncle. but the best part is. being a good parent, does come with great rewards

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ask-de-writer asked: I have give to you most good post for read of War Declare. Much thanks. I have find and save the Ancient Wisdom. It most fun. Go up tomorrow. And one more thing. Have found nice wing straps keep Dashie grounded when nose in Coffee Note brews!

Thomas the writer: thanks for the cool post, I check I out when have a chance, and the straps are working perfectly to.

dashie: *she trying her best to get out* come on dad let me out of here, all I wanted is coffee note coffee

Thomas the writer: not this time dashie, speaking of coffee note.

Coffee Note: hi Thomas, just want to bring you and dashie some spice pumkin coffee for you guys since it October season.

Thomas the writer: thanks coffee note, it smell great

dashie:…………… sigh I can’t win

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: I have put up latest of Thomas Journal. Much thanks for fun tale. On more serious note: Was factory recall of wing straps I give you for Dashie on espresso. Straps not nearly strong as ads claim! Less than two tonnes per cm squared. Someone at factory try save money by use fiberglass instead of carbon fiber. BEWARE of use them, On happier note, I have find for real Luna Mountain Tea. Have three kind. All great. Have send you assortment.

Thomas the writer: *he was looking at the broken straps* whelp I kinda figure dashie will break eventually. now I need to figure out where she is.

while Thomas figure out where she went. dashie was sneaking around the kitchen to find more of espresso mix to make more. she check every counter to see if it was there, but no luck. then all of sudden she saw a can mix of espresso on the kitchen table. she fly to the kitchen table, but she made sure that no one was looking especially her dad. when she about to grab the can she heard a noise of something was active. she look behind her and saw a net caught her.

dashie: hey what going on, why there a net even here ?

Thomas the writer: look like I caught me a flying fish hahaha

dashie: not funny dad, now let me go

Thomas the writer: sorry dashie, wish I could, but I going to need this can of espresso first, then I let you go. I be right back *Thomas fly off*

dashie: ………………… you may win this round father, but no one can’t stop rainbow dash

Thomas the writer: except your father

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Uncle: I have give you good post to celebrate Thomas Journal be one year old this month. To celebrate have send rare package of Krakatoa Mountain Tea. It one of only ten package left in world after Krakatoa do it thing. ~:De Writer

Thomas the writer: oh wow thank you very much de-writer, I can’t believe you have the Krakatoa mountain tea, I read a lot about this tea, they say once you drink this tea, you be feeling relax then ever before. I going to make it right now.

Thomas went to the kitchen and start boiling the hot water. he place the Krakatoa mountain tea in the tea pot and place a cup on the side. when waiting for a few minute, he heart the hot water boiling and went and grab the pot and pour the hot water in the tea pot. after stiring the hot water with the tea, he pour the tea in the cup and ready himself to drink the tea. when he have the cup by his face and about to drink the tea, all of sudden he heard the kitchen door slam wide open

dashie: HEY DAD, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY ON YOUR THOMAS JOURNAL STORY

without warning Thomas spill some of the tea on himself, then he felt the burn of the hot tea and jump in the air. after jumping the air, he landed on the kitchen table and the table fell apart. and everything that was on the table is now a total mess, including his the last remain of the legendary Krakatoa Mountain Tea on the floor

Thomas the writer:…………………………

dashie:…………………. um yeah, maybe I should go and meet up with jade at uncle shop and leave you alone. *she close the kitchen door*

Thomas the writer:…………………………. sigh sometime I can’t win

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ask-de-writer: Has been most long since I speak to you. Most sorry. Have had bad time since my good friends Loki and Bubba killed. Miss mutts most much. Have question: Did you read Dragon’s Plea? And one more thing. Have Christmas and New Year gift of disarmed remote control T-82 for Dashie playhouse! Also Tea for you. Just more of north slope Mount Erebus Tea from Antarctica.

Thomas the writer: hey de-writer, it been awhile since we last chat, sorry been gone for abit, been sick around the christmas holidays. but the good news is, i getting better and thank to dashie, she been doing her best to take care of me, for the last few days.

Dashie: hey dad, i brought you my famous chicken noodle soup that you enjoy

Thomas the writer:………………….. chicken noodle soup again, sound good and yummy,

Dashie: glade to hear it dad, once you finish this bowl, i bring you another batch soon.

Thomas the writer: *he try the soup but stop before he eat it* um dashie, before you go, I been wondering what exactly did you made this chicken noodle soup

Dashie: oh that simple, tohru thought me the recipe, but i couldn’t figure out some of the ingrident, so i try other stuff, like bubble gum, some chicken, hay frie, carrots and apple, i even pick up some diffrent flowers from the garden and some green moss, that i saw growning in the ground. what you think of the soup ?

Thomas the writer: ………………………… *he gulp down the soup* i love it for every bite

Dashie: that awsome daddy, that the reason why, i made enough for both of us for the next two weeks

Thomas the writer: ……………………….. i wonder what get me, the cold or dashie soup. sigh, but anycase de-writer, i was able to read dragon plea and enjoy it alot, since i been sick for a few days, i was able to read some of the story you have on your blog, just to cheer me up, with this cold of mine. plus I’m sorry for your loss of your two friend Loki and Bubba, I hope they go a better place and thank again for this awesome tea, this tea great of getting this cold of mine being gone.

before finishing his tea, thomas heard a crash noise from his room

Thomas the writer: dashie, what was that noise,

Dashie: ………………….. nothing

Thomas the writer: really, was that nothing, is a remote control T-82 tank that de-writer, got for you for christmas and for some reason, you crash it throught a wall.

Dashie:………………………… maybe

Thomas the writer:……………………. *face palm

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Uncle: After great labor make Heracles labors look tiny, I have got Time of Destiny part 5 posted and linked. Sorry it take so long. Um, did Atlantis Tea happen to have odd side effect? It hard to hold pen, write this, flipper not well adapted to write with!

Larry Ace Wing: that great to hear that you was able to post the fifth part of the story sir, but the side effect you speak of, I don’t really see anything like that, Thomas have you had any side effect from the Atlantis tea De-writer sent you

Thomas the writer: not really, but for some reason, I have the munchies for some fish, now would you excuse me for a moment, I going to the bathroom and relax in the bath tube, I feel like I been out of the water for to long

Larry Ace Wing:…………… um De-Writer I think I need to get back to you with that side effect issue

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Uncle: I have receive Time of Destiny part. Most thank you. Will have it for post tomorrow, I hope. I have town errands and not know how long I be. I have for you new/very old tea. It grown on northwest slopes of Andes Mountains by Incas. It call blood tea but have not blood in it. It make strong the blood of drinker. I using a time cube to go get it just at harvest. Not fear for others. I put cube back where/when I find it! Not want to mess up fine story!!

Thomas the writer: thanks for the tea D-writer, I going to taste it and see how it is

Larry Ace Wing: hey Thomas, who was that and how he was able to get the time cube ?

Thomas the writer: oh! that my good friend D-writer, he from another world call equestria, but leave near by the area and bring me some good tea whenever he have the chance and the reason of how you using the time cube………. well I guess that be a mystery for me

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Uncle: is much thank that you read Sea Dragon's Gift, latest chapter. Is reader appreciation post made for it. Have also some tea for you. Is very ordinary in taste. Is grow in fields of Princess Celestia and have property of make you younger by year if drink all of package.

Princess Celestia: tommy wommy, oh tommy wommy where are you, your dear Princess Celestia is here to see you, with cake

Dashie: oh hi Princess Celestia, what bring you here

Princess Celestia: oh nothing special, i figure i come by to visit your father, with some cake that my chef made and i wanted him to try it

Dashie: you only saying that, cause you wanted to see my daddy do you ?

Princess Celestia: what! dashie, how can you say that, can’t i a simple Princess just visit my dear Boyfriend one and then, there nothing going on, i promise you that dashie

Dashie: whatever you say Princess, he should be in the kitchen making the tea that your father brought for him.

Princess Celestia: oh that nice to hear, maybe we can have some tea with the cake then, by the way dashie, what kind of tea that my father brought for Thomas

Dashie: not sure, he say he got some tea that was growing from your field, he also add that it had a very ordinary taste and it will make you younger by the years.

Princess Celestia: *she stop in the middle and drop the cake on the floor* ……………

Dashie: um Princess is something wrong ?

Princess Celestia: dashie does your father is making the tea now

Dashie: yes„ i think he already drink it, is there a problem

Princess ran pass dashie and gone to the kitchen, dashie catch up to her and then saw something that surprise her. they both see a young filly  verson Thomas, sitting on the floor, with a angry look in his face.

Dashie: phhhh hahahahahah, oh man i can’t even, hahahahahha *she fell to the floor on her back*

Princess Celestia: oh dear, tommy wommy, are you ok ?

Thomas the writer: *young voice* does i look like i’m all right, all i was doing is making tea that de-writer brought for me, then all of sudden, i becom a young colt and the worst part of this i got my young voice back, i sound adorable

Dashie: ah come on dad, you look adorable, i even can get you a blanky and put you in

Thomas the writer: *young voice* if yu finish that line young lady, once i turn back, you be gorunded for the rest of your life

Dashie: not saying a word, but i so getting my camera for this

Princess Celestia: I’m so sorry tommy wommy, my father mut the got the special poison joke flower that was growing from the field, i ask zecora to plant them there, but don’t worry Tommy wommy, you should be back to normal in 24 hours

Thomas the writer: *young voice* glade to hear that, at least things can’t get any worst

Jackie: hey Thomas, me and uncle just stop by to see if you want to play…… um thomas what happened to you

Thomas the writer: …… sigh it a long story that i don’t want to talk about

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Uncle: Am so sorry for long delay. I have today get up both Ancient Wisdom that you entrust to me. I have fix all of them with magic arrow to take reader from one to another. /// Have found you a nice, simple tea. Have great flavor and aroma. Just be careful not use too much at a time. It VERY strong tea!

Thomas the writer: thanks for the tea de-writer and you was right about aroma, it smell really strong and sweet, I wonder what happened if I accidently spill this tea on me and see what it does, like when you spill honey on yourself, you attract bees or bears, ha that would be silly, let me just enjoy this tea and

dashie: hey dad what you doing ?

Thomas the writer: * he was caught surprise for a moment and accidently spill tea on himself* dashie what do I told you about surprising me like that, great I spill tea all over me again.

dashie: what kind of tea was it

Thomas the writer: it was a simple tea, de-writer sent for me, he told me it had a strong aroma smell on it, but now I’m wearing it and I’m even sure I can remove it.

dashie: it does smell good, at least it doesn’t have any side effect right

Thomas the writer: true with that *before he say another word, he heard the door bell ring* that odd, I wonder who be at the door, *he fly for the front door and open to see who it was*

Princess Celestia: hello my dear Thomas

Thomas the writer: ………. Tia I wasn’t inspecting to see you today, what the surprise visit ?

Princess Celestia: actually, I smell something wonderful and it got me away from whatever I was doing and come all the way here and I knew it was going to be you

Thomas the writer: (holly smoke, my theory was correct, I should be impress, but now I’m scared) so Tia, do you need something to drink while your here ?

Princess Celestia: actually, I have something else in mind

Thomas the writer: ……………………..

dashie: I think in this part of the scene, you should be running dad

Thomas the writer: thanks dashie, *he started running*

Princess Celestia: can’t run away from me that easily tommy wommy

Thomas the writer: don’t call me that

dashie: I should be helping dad, but this is more fun to watch

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Uncle: I have rough sketch for you approve. Cost $2.50 as sketch. If paint, cost $7.00. I send first a small copy mark WIP. You like, tell me for color or for sketch. PayPal and I do finish piece in your inbox. Tell me you like red kind of sky and thing like that if for color. //// How Dashi doing with remote control T-82? She find ammo box I send? Also, ship you new tea from fun place I visit. Some guy name Cuthulu or like that.

Thomas the writer: I would like to be in color is no problem with me and the sky should be red color. Also Dashie is still grounded for using the tank earlier before, plus keeping an eye on the bullet you send her. But thanks for sending me the tea, I going to try and see how it test

Dashie: are you sure I can’t play the tank?

Thomas: not until your un grounded, which will be a long time

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You are most welcome for the art of demon queen Aurora's Castle, Uncle. //// About that tea I send you. If it grow tentacles, sharp knife cure that! Tentacle make a fine dish when roasted with soy and garlic.

Thomas the writer: tentacles! why will they be something like that in tea?

Tohru: excuse me Thomas, we have a little problem

Thomas the writer: what kind of problem Tohru?

Tohru: well you see, I was starting to make the tea that your friend De-Writer sent you and when I left the kitchen for a moment, I heard Uncle screaming and he was fighting something

Thomas the writer: …….. let me guess, he fighting a giant tentacles creature

Tohru: how you know?

Thomas the writer: call it a hunch, just get me a kitchen Knife, frying pan, soy sauce and garlic

Tohru: why you need those items?

Thomas the writer: I going to make some seafood and one more thing, get me extra garlic, since Uncle love garlic.

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I like that one a lot. It explains how Dashie found her way to you. So that I could give you this fine tea. It have odd property of make some time go away but harmless, I think! Also, have small rack of ammo for Dashie T82.

Thomas the writer: thanks for the Tea De-writer and your right about the story Dashie wrote, it was very interesting and she must the want to tell me about, but figure writing it instead was good for her. now the ammo you want me to give to Dashie for her T82, I have to hold that for her, since she grounded from using it ever again.

Dashie: remind me again of why I’m grounded

Thomas the writer: remember you took it for show and tell at school for gifted unicorn and accidently destroy the head master office.

Dashie: I did?

Thomas the writer: yes you did Dashie, I was call out from something important and talk to her.

Dashie: well I don’t remember of that ever happen.

Thomas the writer: what do you mean never happen, then why I had to be call out and head for the head master office then.

Dashie: oh that because you came to see your dear daughter and you love me very much.

Thomas the writer: I do Dashie, but what about the head master?

Dashie: the head master had no clue of that ever happen, thanks for De-writer Time tea, she had no clue of that event ever happened in the first place.

Thomas the writer: …… you use one of De-writer teas on the head master

Dashie: yup, remind me to thank grandpa De-writer for the Tea, it came in handy for me.

Thomas the writer: …….. sigh, kids today

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Uncle: De Writer here with many congratulations on followers. To celebrate I have give Dashie a package of special Green Tea for you. It from the Emerald Isle but have fun property. Tea is plain brown when brew. When you drink, it turn you green! Only for hour or two. But it really good flavor!

Thomas the writer: thank you for the nice gift De-writer, I’m really glad this blog was able to reach so far in followers and can’t wait to see what will happen next, now for the tea you sent us however, I ask Dashie to start making it for us to drink and hope she doesn’t taste it before.

Dashie: daddy!

Thomas the writer: what the matter *before he could say her name, he see his daughter fur was all green, except for her rainbow mane* Dashie, is that you

Dashie: of course it me dad and you got a lot of explaining to do

Thomas the writer: it either that your fur turn green or your starting a new look

Dashie: *she stare at him with anger* try to guess one of them

Thomas the writer: I haven’t done anything wrong Dashie, I’m telling the truth.

Dashie: really, so your telling me that you said that the coco bean that Grandpa De-writer sent us, wasn’t meant to turn pony fur into green.

Thomas the writer: well I kinda did said that De-writer sent us some Emerald Isle tea and the leaves colors look like coco bean, which made you think he sent us hot chocolate.

Dashie: ………… so dad, how long does this last anyway.

Thomas the writer: well De-writer said the effect only last for two hours and after that you be back to normal

Dashie: but what happen if you eat it instead of drinking it?

Thomas the writer: who would be crazy enough to eat it like that

Dashie: dad we’re ponies, we eat hay burgers and flower sandwich now and then.

Thomas the writer: point taken, well I guess I give De-writer a call and see whatanswers he would have for this situation

Dashie: but if he don’t

Thomas the writer: I know a good barber that can shave all the fur off

Dashie: ……… not funny dad

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Uncle: De Writer send you most Happy Birthday wish which include a new package of tea for you! I am not sure about this tea at all. One day the box just appear in my warehouse. Surely the note on it that say "Danger! Do not open until Thomas Birthday!" is just some joke. I hope.

Thomas the writer: *he look at the box with his name on it*

Dashie writer: hey dad, aren’t you going to open it?

Thomas the writer: I want to, but it said danger and I’m worried it might be something dangerous and it going to try and surprised me of something.

Dashie writer: come on dad, it can’t be that bad, even though some of de-writer teas tend to have some crazy side effects.

Thomas the writer: which is more reason I’m afraid to open it.

Dashie writer: ok then, if you won’t open it *she walk towards the box* I will

Thomas the writer: Dashie wait

When dashie open the box, a large puff of smoke appear out of the box and blind both Dashie and Thomas. Thomas try to see through the smoke, when he call out to dashie, not only she find her, but there was someone else to. Thomas see his little sister Nova was atop on Dashie back, dress up in a fancy clothing, Thomas was a little confuse of what going on, so he ask her of what she doing

Thomas the writer: Nova, what are you doing here or better question, how you got here?

Nova: I’m here to celebrate your birthday big brother, but how I got here is simple really, but a very story to add.

Thomas the writer: you shrink yourself to fit inside the box and teleport to de-writer warehouse, so you could had him to bring it over, so I can open it and you pop out as a surprise.

Nova: yup

Thomas the writer: ….. sigh, sometimes I wonder about you Nova

Nova: *she walk towards him and hug her brother* but you always happy to see me

Thomas the writer: let’s stick with the loving part, for now

Nova: I take what I can get and happy birthday big brother

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Uncle: So happy that you have new charger! I celebrate by send Dashie to you with new tea! It perfectly OK, in fact it say so on package! Package say "OAK HAY TEA!" Some small print about warning to use but surely that not important!

Thomas the writer: I’m happy to be back online and can’t wait to start writing stories again real soon. but now this Oak Hay tea seem to be good, but still curious about the warning print though

Dashie: there nothing wrong with the tea dad *she drink it* it actually really good.

Thomas the writer: *he read the warning print* said here that I got to be extra careful of the Oak Hay tea, may cause high level of sneezing.

Dashie: that sound crazy dad, how can it be possible *she start to felt something in her nose and then all of sudden to sneeze loudly* wow, that was weird, did I hit something

Thomas the writer: yeah you did, you sneeze me across the room and I hit the wall hard.

Dashie writer: sorry dad, at least I finish *then all of sudden she feel another one coming and sneeze again* dad are you alright

Thomas the writer: can you just get me a paper towel, I’m cover in snot and there some places I don’t want to say right now.

Dashie writer: sorry dad and thanks for the tea De-writer

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Uncle: I have question about See Story. Did you read the whole story or just mark a like on it? Plus, I have for you a fine gift. It is TEA BAG. Only open it a tiny bit to get enough tea for day of use. Open it too much and it could cause a bit of problem!

Thomas the writer: greeting de-writer and yes I was able to read that story, it was a really good read and I enjoy it alot. Also thanks for the gift to, although at first trying to open the tea bag was hard, but after awhile it became easy.

Dashie writer: speak for yourself dad, I try to get some tea for bed and once I open the bag, I flood the whole kitchen with tea.

Thomas the writer: and who the one who had to clean your mess again.

Dashie writer: you did dad and I haven’t forgotten about it.

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Uncle, I have question about that new tea that I send you. Why did you take it the Army Mage Weapon Test Range? It wasn't THAT dangerous! Was it?  

Princess Celestia: greeting father, I’m sorry for his absence, but Thomas having a little problem with his little sister, which have something to do with your tea you send him.

Across from the throne room, Thomas was trying his best to dodge some of Nova energy attack, each one was a lot stronger the next one. When he stop moving for a moment to take quick break he notice one was coming towards him, but lucky to summon a shield and block the attack, Thomas sigh a little that he was grateful that he had enough energy to save himself from that blast. He heard a chuckle from a distance from him, knowing that his sister was having to much fun with this, Thomas look at her and start asking her nicely to stop.

Thomas the writer: Nova you need to stop this right now, before someone get hurt

Nova: but we are having too much fun big brother, this is the first time I’m using energy attack like this and beside de-writer tea effect only last a few hours, so in the mean time *she summon another energy ball* how about a game of magic tag and remember you're still it.

Thomas the writer: note to self, never let Nova try de-writer dangerous teas, especially the one that can harm me.

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Thanks, Thomas! I need it for the drawing. I hope that the new tea gave satisfaction. Surely you did not try to brew it after Midnight, did you?

Thomas the writer: ……… well you could say that, *he heard bangging at the nail down door*

Princess Celestia: oh Tommy wommy, would you please open the door for me and let me have some fun with you

Thomas the writer: *he head for the door and started moving some stuff to barricade the door* ok so I might have made the tea after midnight, Tia came back home from a very long meeting and made her feeling tired, as a good husband I try to make her some tea, but didn’t relies it was the tea you send me. *he felt some movement and see Tia trying to break the door*

Princess Celestia: come now Tommy wommy, the more you keep me away from you, the more I want you

Thomas the writer: ……….. let just say your tea have a strange effect on Tia and she on one of her mood swing and I don’t think she going to stop any time soon.

Princess Celestia: *she push the door a little and have an open space to show her face* please Tommy wommy, I only want to have some quality time with you

Thomas the writer: Tia you do relies we have young people reading this you know

Princess Celestia: then I guess they have to learn this stuff, the sooner the better.

Thomas the writer: well the good news is your still behind that door and I’m safe *he was cut from his words, when he felt something that was behind him, he turn around and see it was Princess Celestia* here

Princess Celestia: well now, your not safe anymore, my precious husband

Thomas the writer: ……… we going to cut it from here De-writer, it going to be one of those night.

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Uncle, Not only have I found you possibly the MOST INTERESTING tea yet, I made you a post to thank you for suggesting the SOMETIME LATER story. About the tea, It is no problem at all to use! Just have a machete handy when you open the package. Chop off anything growing out of the box, close the box and brew what you chop off!

Thomas the writer: thanks for the delightful message De-writer and I really appreciated for this box of tea you sent us. Sunset and I are about to get ready to open the box and see what inside.

Sunset: are you sure I need this father

Thomas the writer: knowing De-writer for a long time, we best be ready for anything that going to hit us.

Thomas walk towards the box and start examine it a little, he look at it and inspect for any sign of danger. When he was about to open the top, his son call out his name and ask him a question

Sunset: father, what if it some sort of monster that have a strange T.V. screen and start laughing and stuff

Thomas the writer: Sunset, that the most silliest thing you ever said, there is no way a monster like that even excited.

when he open the box, plant like arms and body appear out of the box, Thomas step away from it and see the plant like creature take large size. the creature almost reach the roof of the building and stop itself for growing any bigger. in the center of the creature body, a television screen just turn on and show a happy smile, until it start laughing in a twisted way.

Omega Flowey: well, well, well, two little ponies for me to play. let see how long you two last, when Flowey eat your souls.

Thomas the writer: ……….. Sunset

Sunset: yes dad?

Thomas the writer: gather up some friends, we going to fill this room with …. Determination

Sunset: …………………..

Omega Flowey: ……………. no offense buddy, but even I think that pun was bad

Thomas the writer: can’t blame a pony for trying

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Uncle: In return for your recent most kind help and encouragement, I have found some special tea for you! It is very old and the label is much worn but I am ALMOST sure that it says GENSING FLUID TEA. Of course, it may possibly be something else. But what other tea kind of word would begin GEN? It if from there that the label becomes too worn to read! Enjoy!

Thomas the writer: thanks again for the tea De-writer, even though it hard for me to read label, but I guess it got to be ginger flavor. now let see if the hot water is ready, so I can give this tea a try

Thomas head for the kennel and notice the hot water was boiling, he grab the kennel and pour it in the teacup. once he done that, he added some of the tea that De-writer send him in the cup and let it settle for a moment. once the tea cool down, Thomas took a few sip from his teacup and was impress of the taste

Thomas the writer: I will have to admit, the tea taste not half bad, it have a bitter taste in flavor, but not half bad. *while drinking the tea, he notice on the table that there was a note from Princess Celestia, it said that she was passing by to pick him up for a very important meeting they need to go. Thomas spit out the tea remember what he was meant to do* oh sweet Celestia, I nearly forgot that Tia was coming here to pick me for that boring meeting, what I meant to say important meeting. I better take a quick shower and get myself ready, I finish the rest of the tea later.

once he place the tea on the table, he head for the bathroom and begin to take his shower. several hours later, Thomas was done taking his shower and start walking for his bedroom, he was plan to fix his mane, but figure he find something to wear first and then fix it later. while searching something good to wear for the meeting, he heard someone was knocking his door and it was a voice he known too well.

Princess Celestia: oh Tommy wommy, it me your dear wife Princess Celestia, is it possible that I can come in to see you?

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* ugh, for peek sake Tia, how many time I have to tell you to stop calling me that, it getting annoying every time I hear it.

Princess Celestia: hang on, who is this talking?

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* what do you mean who is this, you know it me Tia

Princess Celestia: I don’t know who you are miss, but I know what my husband voice sound like and you don’t sound like him

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* Tia you know it me, it’s Thomas the writer, your husband.

Princess Celestia: I don’t know

Thomas the writer:  *girl voice* look Tia, if you want proof, then come inside and take a look

Princess Celestia wasn’t sure if she want to go inside, but she can’t reject the invite, so she gone inside. once inside, Princess Celestia look around to see where her husband had gone, but all she find was a mare with a mess up mane that was covering her face. Princess Celestia look at the mare and demand her to see where her husband had gone.

Princess Celestia: alright miss, where is my Tommy wommy or else you be going to have some BAD time with me.

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* I keep on telling you Tia, it’s me, I’m standing in front of you

Princess Celestia: you can’t be him, Thomas is a lot taller than you and his mane wasn’t that long, plus he had a cutie that look *once she look at her flank, she notice that the mare had the same cutie mark, like her husband Thomas. Princess Celestia was shock and her face went all red* Thomas is that really you?

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* sigh, yes Tia, it really me, who else you think I am

Princess Celstia: …….. you could say that your not a colt anymore

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* ….. what are you talking about?

Princess Celestia: ….. well *she look around the bedroom and found a brush and mirror, she fix Thomas mane, then present the mirror in front of him* you best take a look and see.

Thomas look at the mirror and was shock to see who it was, he was looking at himself, but as a mare. Princess Celestia saw that Thomas was all quite, he look at himself and turn around to notice anything else change. he even look below and was all blush that a certain area was gone. Thomas was plan to scream, but took a deep breath and relax.

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* I"M A GIRL

Princess Celestia: well you took that well, also your a mare, not just a girl

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* either or, but I’m a mare, I don't  know how this happen,

Princess Celestia: were you working on a spell or something

Thomas the writer: I haven’t work on any magic for the past few weeks, since I was busy looking for Dashie

Princess Celestia: well do you remember what you was doing a moment before you became  *blush* a mare

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* the only thing I was doing was having *he pause himself for a moment and relies something, he walk pass Celestia and head for the kitchen, once he got there he look at the tea bag that De-writer and read the label*

Princess Celestia: what wrong Thomas, you just walk pass by without saying a word

Thomas the writer: *girl voice*  that because I just figure out what turn me into a mare

Princess Celestia: you do, what was it then

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* this bag of tea your father send me was meant to be a simple ginger tea.

Princess Celestia: *she look at the tea bag* um known offence Tommy wommy, this isn’t ginger tea

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* then what was it then?

Princess Celestia: it’s Gensing Fluid Tea, it was my father personal joke tea, whenever he feel like to …. prank anyone and change their gender

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* …….. sigh, I can’t believe I fell for one of De-writer tea trap again and I though I learn the last time, from his crazy tea gift.

Princess Celestia: there, there Tommy Wommy, it not all bad, you do look cute as a mare.

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* oddly enough to say this, I could easily pull off for one of this mare magazine

Princess Celestia: ….. don’t push your luck Thomas. but any case, I wish we can change you back to normal, but we need to go to the meeting hall soon, we got a very important meeting to attend to and we can’t be late as it is.

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* well I can’t go like this *he shake his flank*

Princess Celestia: *she blush* point taken, I guess I have no other choice then

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* what other …….. no

Princess Celestia: you have no idea what I was going to say

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* I know what your going to say and the answer is no

Princess Celestia: come now Tommy wommy, you would good in a 

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* I’m not going to wear a dress and that final

several hours later at Princess Celestia personal closet.

Princess Celestia: there now, after a few fight and pull some dress that would fit you properly, you look actually incredible.

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* ….. I feel like I was push in a blender

Princess Celestia: *she laugh* oh Tommy wommy, your adorable when your mad. now let get going, we don’t want to be late for the meeting

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* fine, like things can’t get anything worse …… um Tia

Princess Celestia: yes Thomas

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* if I need to go, how I use the restroom again

Princess Celestia: ………. oh brother 

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I posted some fun things for you to read or look at, Uncle. Have the best of Halloweens or Nightmare Nights. Tonight's tea was watered by Lethe and it wash out bad memory and leave only the good. You have been the best friend that an old De Writer could have.

Thomas the writer: thank you De-writer, you been a great friend a pony can ask for, I was able to read some of the nightmare night story you post the other and they were always a good read. As for the tea you sent me, I can feel the bad memories finally leaving mind *he close his eyes for a moment and tears coming out* sorry sometimes feel sad when remember the good time.

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Uncle! I have tea gift for you! Is never ending tea box! Open tea box in large bowl. Put in some of your favorite tea and close box quickly! Enough tea will be left in the bowl for six or seven pots, unless you are slow closing it. Might be more tea then. After first time use, just open tea box in bowl and close quickly. You have all tea you could want!

Princess Celestia: so remind me again what my father brought us again Tommy wommy

Thomas the writer: I thought we agree you won’t call me that anymore

Princess Celestia: we agree a lot of things, but no I will never going to give up my favorite nickname for you

Thomas the writer: ……. sigh, anyway, De-writer send us some sort of box that make infinite amount of tea, not only one kind of tea, but hundred different brand that you find across equestria

Princess Celestia: that mean, I can have my favorite sun flower herbal tea from manehatten tea shop

Thomas the writer: maybe they it could make the green tea Uncle make at his shop from the Chan world

Princess Celestia: you think it could do that?

Thomas look inside the box and notice two pot of tea, he took a whip of the smell and already knew what they are

Thomas the writer: holy celestia, these two tea pot have both your sunflower herbal tea and Uncle green tea

Princess Celestia: wow I can’t believe it work

Thomas the writer: me too, especially the tea pot are nice and hot too

Princess Celestia: I’m happy that father send you a nice and thoughtful gift, now we can have all the tea we want, without worrying of running out.

Thomas the writer: I sure am Tia, but still a little upset with that one particular tea, that turn me into a mare

Princess Celestia: come on Tommy wommy, you was able to change back to normal

Thomas the writer: after a one night session of Luna slumber party, the thing I saw isn’t something I don’t want to talk about it

Princess Celestia: you mean Luna ask you to wear a maid outfit, to help serve the guest at the slumber party

Thomas the writer: *blush* Tia, not everyone need to know that

Princess Celestia: woops I forgot *she laugh* but beside about the tea you shale not talk about, what we are going to do with the extra tea you made from the box

Thomas the writer: well we got both the green tea and your sunflower tea, let check the kitchen and have some cookies

Princess Celestia: goody, maybe there be cake

Thomas the writer: I’m not really a fan for cake, but if there any we share a slice together

Princess Celestia: *she stop walking and glare at her husband*  the cake is mine and no one shale not touch it.

Thomas the writer: ……….. gulp ok no touching your cake

Princess Celestia: *she smile* that good to hear *she kiss him by the cheek* come along dear, I meet you at the kitchen

Thomas the writer: ……. sigh sometimes she scare me, yet I love her

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Dashie writer: um hello de-writer, dad told me what happened and I'm really sorry for your loss. I wish there something I can do, but I have this package of tea call tea of hope, it's a special kind of leaf that cheer ponies up. I hope you like it

Dear Dashie:  I am sure that I will try it very soon.  It sounds like just the sort of thing that I need, right now.

All that I need to do is armor the kitchen against possible side effects and I will brew some right up!

Will contact you again as soon as I have tried it.

De Writer.

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Thomas the writer: greeting de-writer, I hope you doing well with everything, but you won't believe the crazy news I have to tell you. I was counting my stories I wrote and I written 367 or more stories, over the past 4 years. I can't believe it

That is totally amazing and wonderful!!

I am proud of you! 

I have special tea that will be perfect for this news!  It is just a nice black tea, also good for ink! 

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Happy Birthday, Uncle!!  I have for you a special tea!  Brew up and you will see it perfect for party.  No need for party poppers as long as the tea lasts!

Inside the royal dining hall, everyone from all over canterlot are having a good celebrating someone birthday, most of the ponies are drinking the tea that princess celestia father de-writer made. In the center of it all Thomas was busy shaking a lot of pony hooves, thanking them for coming, while princess celestia counted all the gift that her husband had gotten.

Princess celestia: it sure is nice that a lot of pony came for your birthday Tommy wommy

Thomas the writer: it sure is and all it take for de-writer tea to make a party that never end. Oh though it would be nice to take a breather from shaking every pony hooves for so long

Princess celestia: I agree my dear, if I have to look at another box of present, I would lose it.

Thomas the writer: stay close behind me Tia, I use my magic to teleport us out of here.

Princess celestia: you don’t need to Thomas, today your birthday, so I do it for you

While everyone were looking away, princess celestia use her magic to teleport both Thomas and herself out of the dining hall. Once out of the room, princess celestia and Thomas teleported the roof area of the canterlot castle, Thomas felt a little dizzy, but mange to be ok.

Princess celestia: your feeling alright Tommy wommy?

Thomas the writer: a little dizzy, it been awhile since I teleported like that in a while, but I will be ok.

Princes celestia: *she stand next to Thomas and gave him a hig* I be careful next time, but right now I’m glad we are away from the party for a moment.

Thomas the writer: me too, but it nice to see that a lot of pony came to see for my birthday.

Princess celestia: of course my dear, your a very important pony, also a very important husband to me. I also wanted to get you a nice present for you, but I figure I give you a kiss instead.

Thomas the writer: I be alright with that Tia, if your happy to kiss me

Princess celestia: *she laugh* you know I’m always happy kissing you Thomas

When Thomas and celestia were about to kiss each other, instead of kissing in the lips, they kiss an unwanted guess that appear right in the middle of them. Princess celestia and Thomas loo and notice it was Nova that interfere their kiss, she blush a little and start to laugh that she steal both their kiss.

Nova: aww it’s nice of you two to give me a kiss like that, at least I know you care about me that much, especially you princess

Princess celestia: what are you doing here Nova

Nova: simple really, I’m here to celebrate my big brother birthday *she hug her brother* when I saw you two dissappear from the party, I had no other choice to see if my big brother was OK

Thomas the writer: I’m doing fine nova, would you mind that Tia and I are in the middle of something

Nova: I will leave you two be, after I give you a kiss on the cheek

Princess celestia: Nova,  I’m going to get you for this and I’m going to enjoy kicking your flank

Nova: oh no, got to run big brother *she teleported*

Princess celestia: your not getting away that easy *she teleported*

Thomas the writer: …. sigh happy birthday to me

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Uncle: De Writer knows that you are on Hiatus but he wishes to thank you for stopping by his blog and leaving all of those amazing likes and reading so many stories. For this kindness, I give you a package of ALACRA-TEA. It lets you read much faster! Enjoy it in a library!

Thomas the writer: thanks again for the tea De-writer, with it, it made reading a whole lot easier. in fact, I was able to read the first two or three shelf of books, from Princess Celestia personal study room. I wasn’t sure I be able to read that much, but after drinking this stuff, I can read them with no problem

Princess Celestia: hey Thomas, have you see my favorite book on space and time

Thomas the writer: second shelf, right next to the book of a thousand cakes design, don’t know why you have that book there

Princess Celestia: hey, this is my personal collection, be lucky that your husband, that I’m allowing you to read my stuff.

Thomas the writer: true, especially, since I was able to find your secret diary

Princess Celestia: what the, where did you find it

Thomas the writer: in the one book, that you never would touch

Princess Celestia: I knew I shouldn’t keep it there, now Thomas, hand over my diary, before you get hurt

Thomas the writer: dear diary, today I was plan to head over to a tea party my sister was having and I heard rumors that she was having a special custom cake, that was shape like

Princess Celestia: *she use her magic and teleport right next to him, but she miss fire and landed atop of him instead, which she was able to stop him from reading more* oops, sorry tommy, wommy, are you alright under there

Thomas the writer: part of me is happy, but I think I broken one or two of my ribs.

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Uncle: Welcome back! I was much delighted to see so much new things on your blog! To make your return a happy one, I have send you a big box of PAR-TEA! When you brew it, be quick to keep silly hats and streamers from getting soaked!

Thomas the writer: thank you again for the nice message de-writer and it good to be back on Tumblr, also I really like the tea a lot, especially with these party hats and streamers.

Nova: big brother

Thomas the writer: oh Nova, I didn’t know you was here, I though Tia was coming here

Nova: she is, but she having a hard time, getting around with these party streamers.

Thomas the writer: why that?

Nova: well firstly, these streamers won’t brake easily and they are so long, the streamers reach the other side of the library

Thomas look at the streamers and notice that it was all over the place. now the library, is nothing more but a giant maze

Thomas the writer: ok, didn’t see this coming

Princess Celestia: tommy wommy, where are you

Thomas the writer: at the center of the library, where are you?

Princess Celestia: I don’t know, one minute I enter in the library to give you a welcome back cake, then the next minute I walk in through a maze of streamers and I think I got myself lost

Nova: *she laugh* the princess of canterlot, got herself lost in her own library

Princess Celestia: would you mind tell your sister, if she joke like that again, I would kill her. now are you going to help me find my way through this or not

Thomas the writer: no worries Tia, just walk straight and then make a left

Princess Celestia: your said left

Thomas the writer: right

Princess Celestia: ok right it is then

Thomas the writer: no Tia, that lead to *he heard some crashes* the old collection of butterflies

Princess Celestia: I though you said turn right

Thomas the writer: no I said left, not right

Princess Celestia: which is why I ask you that, then you say right

Thomas the writer: no, left is right and right is wrong

Princess Celestia: then I need to turn left then

Thomas the writer: right

Princess Celesia: but I already turn right

Thomas the writer: oh for Luna cake

Luna: did someone said cake

Thomas the writer: not you Luna

Nova: oh man, this is getting good by the minute

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Thomas: I loved your birthday story! Nova actually being nice for a change! Loved her kids, too! Made you up a special tea for Tia and Luna. It stop their arguing and bickering, at least until their voices come back in an hour or so!

Thomas the writer: I’m happy you like the story De-writer, it was a really nice story for my birthday, even though it was three months ago.

Dashie writer: but I’m still surprised that Nova is a mother and she actually acted nice to her three kids.

Thomas the writer: Nova can act nice now and then, even though she prefer being her little sneaky self more, then being nice all day.

Dashie writer: well either or, we going to be seeing them more, if Nova feel like it. But speaking of De-writer, did he said that he send some tea for Princess Celestia and Luna?

Thomas the writer: actually he did, something about making them not talk for an hour or two.

Dashie writer: do you think it works?

Thomas the writer: if De-writer tea able to turn me into a mare, then most definitely it going to work

Dashie writer: speaking of that das, do you think you could drink the tea again and go to the sister hooves social with me

Thomas the writer: absolutely not, after that whole embarrassing moment at that meeting and that sleepover party that Luna made me dress up a maid, not doing that again

Dashie writer: ok, but it will be a lot of fun

Thomas and Dashie reach the royal garden and found the two sister, exactly where they left them. They notice that the both of them are starring at each other, but not saying a word. Thomas and Dashie got up close to them and see what going on.

Thomas the writer: well now, it seem like you two stop yelling at each other, is everything is fine now

Princess Celestia and Luna not said a word.

Dashie writer: why aren’t they saying a word.

Thomas the writer: *he look at the ground and notice two tea cup* it look like they drank De-writer tea

Dashie writer: so that mean, they can’t say a word

Princess Celestia and Luna still didn’t say a word.

Thomas the writer: it seem that way, it too bad though, it they said something, we could have share my birthday cake with them

Princess Celestia: *her eyes were wide open, when he said cake*

Dashie writer: yeah and it’s a really good one, but since they can’t talk, it all for us now.

Thomas the writer: yep and for you two, continue what your doing and we be back in an hour

Dashie writer: bye for now

Princess Luna try to call them out, but can’t say anything, she look at her older sister and stare at her, with the evil eye. Princess Celestia roll her eyes, knowing it doesn’t work on her. Princess Luna was more mad and start fighting her, then the next thing you know, both of them fighting like a silent film style

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Thomas the writer: hey De-writer, it seem like someone like timid-track drawing a lot

I sure looks that way, Thomas, My Friend!

Best laughing De Writer that I have seen!  You looked pretty cute in the maid outfit too!

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* well at least it look good on me, all thanks of your crazy teas of yours that turn me into a mare again. I mean I should have learn better the first time I drink that tea.

Dashie writer: well I guess next time you be careful what you drink, you never know what kind of surprise you get. Especially the surprise to see my dad or should I say mom, in a maid outfit

Thomas the writer: *girl voice* Rainbow Dash writer, call me that again or you be grounded for the rest of your life

Dashie writer: ….. yes dad, won’t happen again

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Uncle:  Here is poem you ask for me to write.

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Thomas the writer: I still remember asking you to write this poem for Dashie. I’m still happy to see this poem and after five years of crazy adventure, I’m happy that Dashie is part of my life.

Dashie writer: and I’m happy to find you dad, just happy that you could forgive me now and then for all the trouble you have to deal with me.

Thomas the writer: of course I do Dashie, but that doesn’t mean your off the hook from using the remote control cannon and damage the castle wall

Dashie writer: I did say I was sorry

Thomas the writer: I know but still grounded

Dashie writer: darn it

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Thomas, my friend!  Are you sure that Dashie does not need MORE AMMUNITION for the Remote Control T82 Main Battle Tank that I gave her for an Educational Toy?

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Thomas, my Friend!! Thank you for mentioning me as Celestia and Luna's dad. So many forget that they had someone (me) to look after their foalhood! In thanks, I have for you special tea! It taste great all day. Just do not brew it after sunset!

Thomas the writer: it’s no problem at all De-writer, we are a family after and as your son-in-law, I had to make sure to remind Tia to mention about you from their childhood days. Also thanks again for another one of your tea, I make sure to brew them, before sun down.

Princess Celestia: hey Tommy wommy, can you help me with something

Thomas the writer: sure Tia, what the matter

Princess Celestia: well you know how Luna and I deal with the sun the moon, we’ll I want to bring the sun down and have Luna raise the moon, but I don’t see Luna anywhere

Thomas the writer: Luna went missing, when was the last time you saw her?

Princess Celestia: I’m not sure, the last time I saw Luna was at the royal kitchen, she was complaining about her headache she had for weeks and need something to clear mind. I figured as a nice older sister, I made her some tea to help her wipe out those nasty headache.

Thomas the writer: so you made Luna some tea, where else did she went?

Princess Celestia: I know after I made the tea, she went to her room to get some sleep. But once I past by her room, she wasn’t there and I ask everyone if they saw her, but no one haven’t seen her all day.

Thomas the writer: I see, we’ll then I think I had a good idea where she could be.

Princess Celestia: really, how you figure that out already.

Thomas the writer: you said you made some tea for Luna, where did you found it

Princess Celestia: I was able to find some tea on the …… *hoove palm* oh no, don’t tell me the tea came from my father.

Thomas the writer: yup

Princess Celestia: sigh, what kind of side effects the tea had this time?

Thomas the writer: not sure, De-writer said that never make the tea before Sun down and he also mentioned it have a ever lasting effect make you feel wide awake

Princess Celestia: if that true, then that mean Luna never raise the moon the past few night

Thomas the writer: oh she did alright, but you should look out the window

Princess Celestia did what he said and take a quick out the window. What she see was a giant size moon, sitting by their backyard of the csnterlot garden. Princess Celestia mouth was wide open, had no clue what to say about the situation. Thomas tap on Tia and pointed out that he found Luna, atop on the moon, she see Princess Luna laying on a beach chair, sipping a cold beverage, while bathing the sun. Princess Celestia got her act together and start walking.

Thomas the writer: where are you going?

Princess Celestia: to get Luna off the moon and talk to my dear father about his crazy tea

Thomas the writer: ….. sigh, one happy family indeed

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: I thank you for read of A Day in the Antique Trade. I have made you reader appreciation post for do so. Sorry I spring my know of Tia and Luna on you. They was good filly. Only mess up a little. Like that Edict of Banishment on me. A few other tiny thing like Nightmare Wars but learn real well and now make their old foster dad proud!

Thomas the writer: well like my father always tell me, kids will be kids, even thought that one time when nova almost sent the entire school building to the other realm once. and trust me it took me every ounce of energy to bring the entire school back to the real world. but still I’m still surprise that Tia and Luna are your daughters and hoping that she would have told me all about this sooner.

Celestia: do we have to argue about this tommy wommyThomas the writer: would you please stop calling me that, it still silly

Celestia: but I like calling you my tommy wommy, your special to me * she hug him*

Thomas the writer:…………….. sigh and your my special…………… my special

Celestia: oh come on now Thomas you can still call me that special name

Thomas the writer:……………. sigh (I so gonna hit my head for this) your my specialpony princess Tia

Celestia: oh you know how to make me happy, now I be right back, I got a special gift for youThomas the writer: *

Thomas grab a paper bag and barf right in there, then throw the bag away* now I know the reason I broke up with her, no wait the other reason was of my mother is the demon queen, but still it nice to be with Tia again, she still the same pony that I knew a long time ago and since she is de-writer daughter, at least I will try to be nice

Celestia: here is your gift ThomasThomas the writer:…………….. what is it?

Celestia: it a Christmas sweater and it got a good santa face on itThomas the writer: but Tia it the middle of November

Celestia: I know Thomas, but I can’t help it, so I want you to try it onThomas the writer:……………….. (help me. Again)

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: For question I have, you answer please. You like See Story part 1, I saw. Did you read the rest of tale or just part one? Need know for reader post. Thanks, De Writer. PS Have found Atlantis Sea Weed Tea! not bad, but a bit salty! Have send package with Dashie for your collection.

Dashie: so dad, what you think about the sea weed tea

Thomas the writer: a little salty like de-writer said, but taste pretty good. oh and to answer your question de-writer, I was able to read the see story part one when I saw it. I know I only read part one for sure. But I do enjoy reading it thought, as always brilliant work.

The door bell rangThomas the writer: dashie, can you see who that at the door

dashie: sure thing dad * she went to the door and open to see who it was, then she saw a giant squid. she stay for a moment and then close the door and went back to her dad*

Thomas the writer: so who was it dashie

dashie: ……………….. trust me dad, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: Have give reader appreciation post for read of Blindsided. Much thanks. Also have two tip for you. First is NEVER use Yangtze river water to make tea. It worse than mud! And One Other Thing: Remote control T-82 is NOT amphibious! Best not ask how I find out!

Thomas the writer: it’s no problem de-writer and I will keep in mind on those two advice as well.

dashie: hey da, how come de-writer always have a lot of those remote control T-82 and thanks whenever he goes get certain teas and stuff

Thomas the writer: well dashie, that a mystery that will never be solved

Jarred Tech: hey Thomas, I have a order of top secret explosive that I need to deliver for someone and he told me you know him.

Thomas the writer: Jarred, you been selling him some of those stuff

Jarred Tech: hey, somebody got to make living am I right

dashie: hay dad, how this guy?

Thomas the writer: he just a friend dashie, tech, just bring the stuff somewhere else and go

Jarred Tech: sure thing, I just put it on your bill

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: Most sorry that you been ill. I receive your reply to my note. Make happy that you have read Dragon’s Plea. I have send you three packages. One have some tea from central Tibet. One have bad temper old hen not lay eggs for long time. Make own air holes with beak. Handle with care and make better soup. Last package contain remote control override device for Dashie playhouse T-82.

Thomas the writer: thanks for the tea and the soup, but the best gift for last is the remote control to override dashie T-82. *he used the control and take over dashie T-82*

Dashie: hey, why i having a hard time controling my T-82 ?

Thomas the writer: ………………………. wasn’t me

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: I have thank you for read of Caramel Treat’s Lunch! which I write! I have send you gift of antic teapot collection that I stumble across in tomb of Emperor Hang He Hei! Had very short reign. One of the pots here might be why. Wash most careful or sell for money to buy tea.

Thomas the writer: *he examining the tea pot* wow this tea pot from emperor hang he hei is amazing, it got to be at least 2,000 year old. i would used it for serving tea, but at this condition, it would be dangerous for me even used it. all i have to do now is put it in the safe box and place it in the closet so i can bring figure it out what to do with it.

he place the ancient tea pot in the safe box and carry it on his back to his study room. just before he reach his study room, his daughter dashie stop and call his name, almost made him drop the box, but lucky for him to caught it with his hooves before it fell to the ground.

Thomas the writer: dashie, i thought i say no yelling when you call someone name outDashie: sorry dad, i thought i want to let you know that i join the music class in school today

Thomas the writer: that nice to hear dashie, what kind of instrument are you playing ?

Dashie: *went back to her room and grab a turn table and a bass in front of her* time to drop the bass

she turn on the bass and large music roam around the apartment,

everything around the area that was nail to the ground started falling and several glass item break, when Thomas was shaking to the bass, he accidentally drop the box in his hooves and it fell to the ground. Thomas walk to dashie and unplug the bass.

Dashie: hey come on dad, you kill the wubb

Thomas the writer: dashie i have three thing to say before your grounded, one that music was too loud, but cool, two thanks to that music it broke a 2,000 year old tea pot

Dashie: and what number three

Thomas the writer: and number three……………. help me clean up all the glass on the floor

Dashie: i would but

Thomas the writer: help me now and i forget about the grounding

Dashie: deal

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: Have add arrows to ancient wisdoms. Anypony asking about me, my shop not were you tell them, OK? Say it move from place to place like Howels moving castle. Also, not show them your tea. Is for you to have.

Thomas the writer: sure thing de-writer, I mention next time when I work on the next wisdom, I was doing my best to write it as your shop, is very secretive and only a few know about it. but I will fix it around and make it more cooler and I promise not to mention about the tea you gave me

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ask-de-writer asked: Uncle: I have post latest Ancient Wisdom. I plan add magic arrows to send reader to other part story, so find first piece or find second part. I also send you new package of tea. You like it I am sure. Not say where this tea come from but will say news stories full of lies!

Thomas the writer: thanks for the tea de-writer, but kinda strange though of what you say for this tea, but I going to try it anyway

Thomas gone to the kitchen and start up the fire and place a teapot with water in it, waited for several minute for the teapot to whistle, Thomas pull the teapot and pour the hot water in the cup, where the leaves are. waited for a few minute to cool down, he started to drink the tea. after a few sip from, Thomas mind gone to a shock and was unconscious. inside his mind, his see some kind of vision, in that vision, was showing himself and his father, coming out from a portal and reach to the real world. his father look at his son and wanted check up with him.

Edison: son are you feeling alright now

Thomas the writer: feeling alright ? of course I’m not feeling alright, you could have let me stay there dad, I could have done at least something, now Celestia is alone now, facing her little sister, which she is now a nightmare moon, I could have done something

Edison: I know you would have son, but you was injured and no condition to fight.Thomas the writer: so I used my other form to fight nightmare moon

Edison: oh! you willing to used the legend horsemen power to defeat nightmare moon, not knowing, once you defeat her, you have to steal the soul, not only nightmare moon, but Luna included

Thomas the writer: …………………….

Edison: son, there was a wise man, once say these words, to someone he care about, “with great powers, come with great responsibility” you have all the powers in the world, but you have to know when to used, or not. if you used them the wrong place or the wrong time, a lot of innocence lives would be lost and what celestia would think of you then

Thomas the writer:………………..

Edison: Thomas, I love you to much to lose you and I don’t want to lose you the same way like I did with your sister, who now living with your demonic mother. someday you will understand

Thomas the writer: ok father, will I be able to see celestia again ?

Edison: in due time Thomas, someday you find the way back and find the courage to ask for her forgiveness.

before he can hear more, he felt a shake out of nowhere, everything around him, gone bright light and next thing you notice, Thomas started to wake up. he look around and see his daughter dashie was next to him worried

dashie: daddy, what happened to you, I see you on the floor and you wasn’t moving

Thomas the writer: I was, I guess I must the felt tired and fallen asleep, I guess I should head for bed then

dashie: are you sure your ok dad ?

Thomas the writer: yeah I’m, just remember something from my past that I forgot

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ask-de-writer asked:  Thomas, my friend!!  Happy New Year!  Also, to celebrate, have fine new tea for you.  It have great flavor but DO NOT BREW IT IN ESPRESSO MACHINE!!   Only include warning because you have cute fillies with little sense where tea is concern.

ask-the-chan-family answered:  Thomas the writer: greeting De-Writer and happy new year to you as well. Tia and I are so excited the new year finally here.

Princess Celestia: of course Tommy wommy, so much stuff had happened over the past year, now that 2018 is here, we are ready for anything

Thomas the writer: especially when dealing with De-Writer tea. Speaking of which, I wonder why he doesn’t want us brew it with a Espresso Machine in the first place.

Princess Celestia: well none to worry about that Thomas, I had the royal chef remove the Espresso Machine out of the kitchen, do of a little episode that Luna did, a few years ago.

Thomas the writer: oh believe me Tia, I still remember some of the thing Dashie had done in the past, when dealing with coffee products.

Princess Celestia: but now you mention about Dashie, I wonder where Rebecca and Mia are at, they need to say happy new year to their grandfather.

Thomas the writer: oh I’m sure they will say it to him later, I think those two are in their room, having some quality fun.

Somewhere inside the twin bedroom, Rebecca and Mia were working together building some sort of device, which will help them make some hot tea. Mia was looking inside the empty, searching for an important piece for the machine, while Mia was reading the instruction Manuel. a distance from where the girls are at, Dashie was sitting on the floor watching her twin sister, while drinking what look like De-Writer tea. She took a few sip and when she done, she talk to her two twin sisters and see what their progress.

Dashie writer: are you done yet with that espresso machine, De-Writer is getting cold here and blend, of the way you work on that thing

Rebecca:we’re working as fast we can Dashie, we would have got this thing built already, if Mia work a little faster.

Mia: I would have this thing built already, if you weren’t sitting around doing nothing.

Rebecca: of course I’m doing something, I’m reading the instruction to you

Mia: you know i don’t need the manuel Becky, it a lot more fun building it without it.

Rebecca: or in other word, you miss place an important piece and can’t admit it.

Mia: what was that?

Rebecca: oh nothing sis, just say that you should listen to me more

Mia: listen to a little princess

Rebecca: i though i told you not to call me that.

Mia: how about help me with this thing or I call you little princess

Rebecca: *she put the manel on the side and got up from the floor*

Dashie writer: Rebecca, what are you doing?

Rebecca: oh nothing older sister, Mia and I going to have a little chat

Mia: now hold on a second Becky, let not go crazy with magic fight again

Rebecca:who say I’m going to use magic, my hooves will do the rest for me

Mia was surprised of what her sister was plan to do and got up in time, to dodge Rebecca attack. Rebecca saw Mia run off and chase after her

Rebecca: come back here and fight me

Mia: you fight like a crazy mare

Rebecca: that because you call me a princess

Mia: because you are one

Rebecca: which why your a dead pony

Dashie writer: ………. sigh, i will never get my espresso tea, Happy New De-Writer.

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Uncle: I have for you lovely new tea! It has ALMOST no side effects! Perfectly safe once brewed. Do remember to put cup or pot in a STOUT cage until tea is completely brewed!!

Thomas the writer: thanks again for sending me some tea De-Writer, i really need it after a long day selling a lot of books at the shop.

Princess Celestia: Thomas, are you sure that father said that this batch of tea had no side effect, especially that few dozens batches he said had nothing, but round up kicking our flanks.

Thomas the writer: you and i both know that my trust on De-Writer words of saying the tea are safe, is the same trust i had on Nova of not getting into trouble. Beside, I had a really long day at the book shop, so at least it was nice of De-Writer send us some tea.

Princess Celestia: well if you say so Thomas, is there anything you want me to help you with?

Thomas the writer: De-Writer said that i need to put the tea in a pot and store it in a stout cage to brewed properly, but i left the tea pot at the other kitchen.

Princess Celestia: do you want me to get it for you?

Thomas the writer: actually I go get it myself, the last time I ask you to find something for me, you spent most of the time in the kitchen, eating the leftover cake at the kitchen.

Princess Celestia: you can’t blame me for that, I was having a craving moment at that

Thomas the writer: just that one time Tia?

Princess Celestia: ……. you made your point, but what you want me to do here, while you go get the tea pot

Thomas the writer: just keep your eye on the tea and stir it for a little while. I be right back with the tea pot and we have some quality tea together

Princess Celestia didn’t like the idea of just sitting down and watch the tea boil, but being the supportive wife she is, she promise to keep an eye on the tea, while Thomas get the tea pot at the other kitchen. When Thomas left the room, Princess Celestia watch the pot boiling the tea and already she was halfway board. Before she got a chance to think of something to do, she heard a familiar voice was calling her name and notice that her little sister Princess Luna was there to see her.

Princess Celestia: Luna, I didn’t know you was going to be here, I thought you was going to be in your room playing your video games for hours.

Princess Luna: I was, but I needed some refreshment, after drinking the last carton of chocolate milk. So what you doing here sister, i though for sure that Thomas was going to be here.

Princess Celestia: tommy wommy was here, but he had to head for the other kitchen, so he can grab the spare tea pot, for our father tea he is boiling.

Princess Luna:oh no, not one of father tea again, my head still hurt from the last time we tried it.

Princess Celestia: you telling me, I’m still mad at you, for telling him your dark secret.

Princess Luna: don’t tell me your jealous of me, for liking your husband a lot

Princess Celestia: yes I am. and lately now I been seeing you getting a little close to him.

Princess Luna: that because I’m trying to be a good sister in-law

Princess Celestia: oh please Luna, I can see you got some heart for my husband, how you spent a lot of times playing video games.

Princess Luna: that because Thomas like video games, maybe you try it sometimes, you two get a lot closer.

Princess Celestia: video games is a waste of time, I prefer to use my time on a good book, which you should try as well

Princess Luna: …….. you better take that back Tia or else

Princess Celestia: or else what, try to push me or something, which you barely have the strength to do that.

Princess Luna was upset of what her sister said to her about her strength, she use her magic to give herself an extra boost and then tackle her older sister, which made her fell on the floor. Not only Princess Luna was able to push her older sister to the floor, Princess Celestia flank accidentally bump into the pot that held the tea and fly in mid-air. Princess Celestia and Luna saw the pot and notice it was about to fall atop of them. They stop fighting for a second and work together to stop the pot from falling. They were able to use their magic and stop the pot from falling, but some of the tea already fell out and splash all over both Celestia and Luna. annoyed that both of them are completely soak in tea, Princess Celestia and Luna look at each other and as usually, trying to blame each other mistake. But when they were about to say something, they notice one little detail, that made them both scream at the same time.

Princess Celestia: Luna, why do you look like me

Princess Luna: I should be asking you the same thing Tia, why you look like me.

Princess Celestia: how should i know, I don’t always have the answers to everything

Princess Luna: for once, we agree on something

Princess Celestia: i heard that, I would easily kick your flank right now, if I wasn’t so short

Princess Luna: *she laugh* not easy being me huh sister. But I have to admit, being this tall a little weird, I was fine being taller then Thomas, but this is much weirder

Princess Celestia: how about we not talk about that and figure out how this happened in the first place, so we can fix this and go back to normal

Princess Luna: it not rocket science sister, we got soak by father tea and it must the had some side effect that made us swap bodies.

Princess Celestia: … sigh, I should have known that father tea would do something like this. Things can’t get any worst than this

While they were figuring out what to do, Thomas came back with the tea pot he was looking for. When he was about to ask Tia about the tea, he notice the two sisters were on the floor, soak and wet by the tea.

Thomas the writer: …….. Sigh, Ok you two, care to explain who started this mess and who going to help me clean up.

Princess Luna: ……….. *she show an evil smile*

Princess Celestia: Luna, don’t you dare

Princess Luna: don’t you dare what dear sister

Princess Celestia: I’m not born yesterday Luna, don’t you even think about doing it or I be hating you, much longer than a thousand years in the moon.

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ask-de-writer  asked:

Uncle! I have find wonderful tea from under ancient pyramid in Mexipone!! This tea have property of self brewing in water, due to HOT chilies mix in to it. Use COLD WATER ONLY to be sure it safe! Wall paintings in pyramid claim dragons make and drink this tea! Of course that just silly superstition.

ask-the-chan-family  answered:

Thomas the writer: again thanks for sending me some tea to me, even though I’m a little surprised that this tea have a firing effect to it.

Princess Celestia: that because father said it got a chili mix to it, and beside this tea seem normal enough to drink.

Thomas the writer: that what we said the last few dozen time he send us tea. He also mentioned that he saw ancient drawings, that dragons drink this stuff.

Princess Celestia: yes, I remember he said that. But that shouldn’t be a problem, since you are a dragon and can breath fire.

Thomas the writer: I barely transform into a dragon very often, and another thing, I though we said that we won’t mention ponies that I’m a dragon

Princess Celestia: we’re only talking to my father and he already know you are one, which why I ask him to bring the tea.

Thomas the writer: What! You'rethe reason why he brought that kind of tea to me, but why?

Princess Celestia: I’m always curious of seeing your fire breath. I know I seen other dragons and Twilight assistant that done it, but since I have a husband who is actually a natural demon dragon.

Thomas the writer: ok, ok, I get what you trying to say. Let me make the tea and drink it.

Princess Celestis: not so fast Tommy wooly, I’ll make the tea, while you transform into a dragon.

Thomas the writer: …. sigh, ok, but we doing this one time.

Princess Celestia smile that her husband is becoming a dragon, and see him breath fire. While Princess Celestia boil the tea in cold water, Thomas use his magic and transform into a dragon, which his form nearly took most of the space of the room. Thomas look around to see where Princess Celestia was and see her that she was right by his left claws.

Thomas the writer: are you alright Tia, I hope I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Princess Celestia: I’m alright sweety, even the tea is safe too.

Thomas the writer: ……

Princess Celestia: come on now Tommy wommy, you promise.

Thomas the writer: I know, let just get this over with.

Princess Celestia summon her magic and levitate the tea pot towards Thomas face. Thomas open his mouth and gulp down the entire tea. Princess Celestia and Thomas both waited to see if anything happened, but so far, no sign at all

Princess Celestia: I can’t believe it didn’t work.

Thomas the writer: sorry Tia, I guess the tea he send was a normal after all

Princess Celestia: …. well if it was normal, why your mouth is showing dark smoke

Thomas the writer: *he look and see dark smoke, knowing he was about to breath fire* holy smoke, this tea burn like crazy.

Princess Celestia: well now, this is going to *before she got the chance to finish what she was going to say, Thomas was able to breath fire towards her*

Thomas the writer:oh no, are you ok Tia?

Princess Celestia: yeah, just a little burnt. Lucky for me, I’m immortal, or that would hurt alot.

Princess Celestia: to see your fire breath is all.

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ask-de-writer asked:

Did you get the package tea that I sent last?  The one that I found in the volcano crater?  Only brew a LITTLE AT A TIME!  Very tasty, though

ask-the-chan-family answered:

Princess Celestia: oh we most definitely did get the tea Father, but I have to say it a little disappointing that i can’t taste it.

Thomas the writer: oh come now, the tea that De-Writer brought this time actually pretty good, and it have no side effect like the last few times.

Princess Celestia: I know that tommy wommy, but did you forget that the colcano crater are extremity hot, and only a few ponies can drink it.

Thomas the writer: I’m drinking the tea, and I’m fine

Princess Celestia: are you forgetting that you can turn into a dragon, and can drink hot stuff with no problem.

Thomas the writer: ok, you got me there, but at least give it a try though. Especially you owe me one for drinking that very spicy tea.

Princess Celestia: But sweet heart, I though my apology and that belly rub i gave you when you was in your dragon form, was good enough for it.

Thomas the writer: *he blush* please don’t mention about that belly rub part in front of De-Writer, or anyone else. And beside, you still have to try it. I promise it won’t be hot.

Princess Celestia: ….. Sigh, alright dear, I give it a try!

Thomas was happy that Celestia was going to give the tea a try. He pour a cup of the hot tea and place it in front of her. Princess Celestia use her magic to lift the tea cup and took a few sip.

Thomas the writer: so, what do you think of the tea?

Princess Celestia: you are quite right, this tea is delicious. In fact, maybe i should have another *before she said another word, she felt her stomach acting weird, like it was on fire* oh! no!

Thomas the writer: is something wrong Tia?

Princess Celestia: oh things are quite good Tommy Wommy, but would you excuse me for a moment, I’m going to the Princess room for awhile.

Thomas the writer: exactly how long.

Princess Celestia: a thousand moons more like it.

                       ask-de-writer                                        

I did say only a LITTLE AT A TIME!

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ask-de-writer

Uncle, send Dashie over to pick up new tea for you.  This one very curious place I find it in.  It was growing around a small puddle of tea at the bottom of a hole that something dissolve hundreds of meters into solid rock!  It is fine in pot or cup and have lovely sharp taste.  Go good with sugar or honey.  Do be careful not to spill it any at all!                                                

ask-the-chan-family:

Dashie Writer: hey dad, are you sure you want to give this tea a try, I have a bad feeling something bad will happened, if you try to drink this tea.

Thomas the writer: i know Dashie, but this one can’t be worse than all the other tea that De-Writer send us. Beside, he did said that we have to keep it in the cup, and not let it drip on the floor.

Dashie Writer: ok dad! if you say so

Just before she could give the cup to her father, Dashie accidently spill some of the tea on the floor, which went straight through like paper. Thomas and Dashie look through the hole and see the tea was able to go through several feet to the ground, and still going.

Dashie Writer: ……. wow, I;m surprise it able to go through the ground like that.

Thomas the writer: same here, this Tea is almost more dangerous than anything we dealt with before.

Dashie Writer: you sure you want to drink that tea dad?

Thomas the writer: ……….. not anymore. Let go out and get coffee instead.

Dashie Writer: Really!

Thomas the writer: but decaf for you

Dashie Writer: darn it!

Thomas the writer: but I’m still curious of where that spill tea going to land at.

Somewhere at the alternate world of the other realm, Inside the Demon Queen Castle, Nova was excited to have a nice hot bubble bath, after dealing with her three daughters all day. Before she got a chance to go inside the bathroom, she notice her royal servant was standing in front of the bathroom door, and he was acting nervously like he don something wrong. Once she got there, Nova stare at her servant, and demand him to see what going on.

Nova: what are you doing standing there?

Servant: my apology lady Nova, but i need to stand here to keep you away from going inside.

Nova: do you have any idea what time it is?

Servant: I do Lady Nova, but I *he was caught off from mid sentence, when Nova got into his face*

Nova: at this hour I have my bubble bath time, and no …. I mean no one, is going to stand in my way from my bubble bath time.

Servant: ………………

Nova: now stand aside, or I going to have you my snack later.

Servant: as you wish Lady Nova

When the servant finally step aside from the door, Nova gone inside the bathroom, and was excited to have her bubble bath. But once she reach the bathtub, she notice that all the water was gone, including the bubbles too. She was shock of what happen, and was wondering where the water had gone. When she was searching, Nova notice there was a hole in the bathtub. She examine the hole and was able to smell some kind of tea flavor. Nova think for a moment and finally relies who the blame for her ruin bath time.

Nova: whenever i find that De-Writer, he is going to pay for ruining my bubble bath time, and he will pay dearly

Servant: Lady Nova, you daughters are having a fight over the pet cat, and I think they going to pull it tail.

Nova: ……………. sigh, right after I deal with my daughters.

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ask-de-writer asked:

About that last tea that I sent you: you were most fortunate that causing your lovely wife Celestia to want you more than usual was the only effect. I did warn you not to make it after midnight. Do be more careful in the future. The result would be quite different if, say, your sister Nova was to get it. Your friend De Writer ~ ~ ~ P.S. I have another fine tea for you. I suggest letting Dashie pick it up by using her remote controlled T-82 main battle tank toy. It may have a few side effects.

ask-the-chan-family answered:

Thomas the writer: …. oh yeah De-Writer, I’m really fortunate that my little sister Nova didn’t get her hand on that tea. If she did, she would have transformed into a dragon, and try to hunt me down like a hawk, a very horny hawk. Lucky for me that I’m hiding at Princess Celestia personal Library, it big enough for me to hide, so that tea can wear off. It nearly took forever for Tia to feel normal again, but my sister on the other hooves. *he stop talking when he heard stomping noise*

Nova: oh big brother! Why are you hiding from your dear sexy sister.

Thomas the writer: sweet cupcake no, she here.

Nova: come on out big brother, I’m not going to hurt you that much. All I want to do is play our favorite game together. You remember. I’m the horny dragon, that chasing down a knight to play with.

Thomas the writer: if I stay very quiet, she might not find me. * when he thought he was safe, he felt something went that landed on his head. He use his hooves and it was spit that hit him. He was wondering where the spit came from, but once he look up, it was his little sister in her dragon form* Oh No!

Nova: hello big brother, are you ready to play with your little sister?

Thomas the writer: now hold on a second Nova, you had a bit of De-Writer tea, and making you a little crazy on the side. How about we talk about this. Before things get out of hand.

Nova: I would be brother, but someone in heat, and I got a craving for a cute big brother.

Thomas the writer: I’m still your brother

Nova: *she lay her head right next to him* do you really think that going to stop me?

Thomas the writer: …… no of course not. I figure I tried.

Miles away from the canterlot castle, Dashie was driving her tank heading for De-Wrirer shop. Dashie felt a strange present, that something bad is going to happened. Part of her would have gone back to help, but she already halfway there, and continued her journey.

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ask-de-writer asked:

Thomas my friend:  About that tea that Dashie is coming to get in her remote control T82 main battle tank, I am sure that your magic will contain the side effects easily.  Besides having a form of Super Caffeine, it cause small fire to flare up over cup as you brew it.  Very handy if you need to forge iron or steel.  Try not to make it up in big batches.  One cup burn for about hour.  After it cool down, is very fine tasting tea.

ask-the-chan-family answered:

Thomas the writer: thanks for the heads up on the side effects on the tea, but I think Dashie and I can handle this tea with no problem at all.

Dashie Writer: ok dad, everything is all set to make the tea.

Thomas the writer: excellent! Now all we have to do now, is work together on boiling the water.

Dashie Writer: sure, but are you sure we going to need a ten foot steel tea pot, just to boil some tea?

Thomas the writer: I know it a little crazy to use something like that for making tea, but don’t forget that we’re dealing with De-Writer. A pony who have a tendency of giving us some random tea, with odd side effects.

Dashie Writer: point taken, so we’re going to boil the water in  dragon. *she look at her father, and he already transformed into his dragon form*

Thomas the writer: why do you think I brought the ten foot steel tea pot for.

Dashie Writer: huh, I’m surprised that the tea pot is holding itself well.

Dashie Writer: …. sweet.

Dashie use her magic and transform into her dragon form and both of them breath fire under the steel tea pot. They carefully breath a certain amount, so they won’t over boil the pot. After a few minutes, they stop breathing fire, and look at their progress. So far the steel tea pot was able to handle the hot water, and boiling the tea just fine.

Dashie Writer: huh, I’m surprised that actually worked.

Thomas the writer: see, and you think this plan of mine going to back fire.

Dashie Writer: usually when De-Writer gave you, and Celetia some random tea, some of your plans always backfired.

Thomas the writer: true, but at least this time the stell pot I use for the tea, is strong enough to keep it inside. So there is no way for anything to wrong.

Dashie Writer: maybe your right dad, but for some strange reason there something important that De-writer was meant to tell me.

Thomas the writer: what was it?

Dashie Writer: can’t remember, something to do keeping the tea dry.

Thomas the writer: well whatever it is,  it might not be that

Before Thomas had a chance to finish his sentence, he heard some whistling noise, which was coming from the steel tea pot. Thomas and Dashie notice that the pot was boiling alot, which the tea was taking in too much heat. Thomas try to see if he can cool it down, but Dashie pull her father tail, and start flying out of there. Dashie, and Thomas fly through a window. Once they were out the whole entire exploited, breaking all the windows. Soon you know it, some molten lava was pouring through the window, acting like an active volcano.

Thomas the writer: …… What just happened?

Dashie Writer: I think I just remembered what De-Writer told me.

Thomas the writer: and what was that?

Dashie Writer: make sure the tea stay dried.

Thomas the writer: …… *face palm*

ask-de-writer asked:

Do remember to keep the package DRY!!

ask-the-chan-family answered:

Dashie Writer: oh yeah! De-Writer did mention that we need to keep the tea bag dry at all time, or else something bad happened.

Thomas the writer: meaning in other word that the whole room be covered in molting lava.

Dashie Writer: well it not my fault the whole room in lava. How would I know something like that going to happen.

Thomas the writer: well De-writer said to keep the tea bag dry, so they must the gotten wet when you got here.

Dashie Writer: well I don’t remember of stopping anywhere except here.

Thomas the writer: then where in the world those tea bag gotten wet?

Somewhere at the other side of the castle, Princess Luna was walking down the hallway, while drinking her favorite milkshake. During her little walk, Princess Luna stop for a moment, and notice there was a little hole in her cup. She wasn’t sure where that hole came from, until she realizes that she must the place is somewhere sharp. The only thing she remember that she met Dashie and was looking at her remote control tank, bit then place her milkshake on a crate that was sharp enough to cut under the cup. Princess Luna is hoping nothing was too important was inside the crate, and continued on her way.

ask-de-writer asked:

Thomas my friend, I have reblogged the Tea Leaving and have added it to Tea Leavings in the MLP Fan Fiction section of my Master Story Index.  Sorry about your rooms!  I DID CAUTION YOU about making it in large amounts. Only one or two cups, with adequate heat shielding is plenty.

ask-the-chan-family answered:

Dashie Writer: well I did try to warn dad that he should  have made the tea in a smaller portion, instead in a ten foot steel tea pot.

Thomas the writer: Hey! I wasn’t going to take any chances, especially when it come to his Tea. Each time I have one of his tea, is like I’m dealing something weird.

Dashie Writer: and that why you have to be extra cautious dad, but it still no excuse for going that far in the first place. Now the room covered in lava, and we have no way of stopping it.

Thomas the writer: hmm well then, I guess I have to call someone that can deal with Lava.

Dashie Writer: well I hope it someone that can do it quick, cause the lava is getting worst.

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ask-de-writer asked:

Thomas my friend:  I have for you most excellent tea for study.  BE SURE THERE IS ONLY ONE BOOK IN ROOM WHERE YOU BREW TEA!  Is Tea of Wisdom.  Tea flow out of cup and into book.  Let it steep for three minutes in book. Squeeze out tea from book back into cup and drink.  In only few minutes you know everything in book!  Taste is controlled by what is in book.   Can sometimes taste odd.

ask-the-chan-family answered:

Thomas the writer: wow De-writer, this is actually one of the best tea I ever wanted. With this tea, it could actually help me to come up more ideas to write, or even better, think up some even better wisdom. Now then, in order to give this tea a try, maybe I try something simple, but not to crazy. I got it! Mayne I try that physics book that Dashie gave me for my birthday last year. Maybe it will give me some ideas on time travel, or something.

Thomas walk towards his bookshelf and search for the physics book. Once he found it, he place it on the table, right next with the tea in the cup. Thomas gently pour the tea through the pages of the books, and let it soak for a little. After a few minutes, he poured the tea back to the cup, and drank down the whole thing. Course he nearly barf a little, after feeling  the odd taste.

Thomas the writer: woah, De-Writer wasn’t kidding about the odd taste, but I do had to admit, I can feel the effects from the tea giving me some knowledge from the Physics book. In fact, I think I found a way to travel from one room to another, without any use of magic, or even lifting my hooves. If my calculations are right, a few simple words will able allow me to travel to Tia room, and back to my study room. Now what was those words again ….. oh that right! Wibbly wobbly timey wimey, and stuff.

After saying those words, a strange light appeared in front of him, which teleport him out of sight. Soon you know it, Thomas appear again, and crash landed in an odd place with a high tech machinery at the center.

Thomas the writer: ouch! That really hurt. That the last time I’m going to do that … oh whom I’m kidding, my life is always odd at it is.

Tinkerer: oi, you there. What are yah doing in me Tardis?

Thomas the writer: I beg your pardon?

Tinkerer: I said what yah doing inside me Tardis, and how did you got here.

Thomas the writer: hold on, did you said Tardis?

Tinkerer: yes, that what I said.

Thomas the writer: so of this is the Tardis, I’m guessing your the Doctor, right?

Tinkerer: you got that right lad.

Thomas the writer: huh, and since your the doctor, you had no clue who I am.

Tinkerer: I don’t think so, do I know you somewhere.

Thomas the writer: no I guess not. The doctor I know was more a

Tinkerer: …… more of a what?

Thomas the writer: *he scratch his head nervously* you know what, forget what I’m going to say. Is it possible if you give me a lift back home?

Character mention Tinkerer from @ask-doctor-dimension check the artist blog, good stuff and interesting story arc

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ask-de-writer:

Welcome back!  To celebrate, I have for you special tea I find at old Trinity nuclear test site.  It good for late at night because it glow in dark!                        

ask-the-chan-family:

Thomas the writer: greeting De-Writer, and yes it good to be back. After a long month hiatus, it give me a chance to spend some time with the family. Princess Celestia, and I are already planning on going away for our wedding anniversary. Although I’m still sort of surprised that Luna want to tag along with me, and Tia for some strange reason.

Somewhere at the other side of the room, Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna were both having an argument of something silly.

Princess Celestia: how many times I have to tell you Luna, This is Tommy Wommy, and I wedding anniversary trip, and there is no way i”m going to allow you to come with us.

Princess Luna: come on sis, just let me tag along on this one. You, and Thomas are staying at a hotel that only a few minutes where they having the video game convention.

Princess Celestia: I already know about that convention Luna, which why I’m surprising Thomas by taking him there.

Princess Luna: and that why I’m begging you to let me come with you guys. There is a super rare game i want to get, and I don’t want to go there alone.

Princess Celestia: why not ask one of your friends to go with you?

Princess Luna: ……… I really don’t have that many friends, except Thomas

Thomas the writer: hey you two, is everything alright?

Princess Celestia: things are alright Tommy, wommy, I’m just telling my dear sister that she can’t come with us during our wedding anniversary.

Princess Luna: come on sis, just let me go already. Thomas! would you please let me go, I promise to stay out of trouble.

Thomas the writer: you know i have no problem of letting you come with us, but you still need Tia permission first.

Princess Celestia: which I’m going to say no.

Princess Luna: …. Sigh, whatever. I’m going to head for bed, and scream through a pillow of how much anger I have against you Tia.

Princess Celestia: *she look at her sister walk away, and head for her room* Sigh, I tend to forget how much a child my sister is.

Thomas the writer: more childish then Rebecca and Mia?

Princess Celestia: oh don’t get me started with those two. Any case, who you was speaking too anyway.

Thomas the writer: just saying hi to De-Writer is all. I even wanted to thank for a new tea he sent us.

Princess Celestia: some tea would be nice right about now, but are you sure this new tea my father sent us is safe.

Thomas the writer: after the amount of weird, and yet interesting side effect we dealt with, this one can’t be stranger.

Princess Celestia: you got a good point there. So where the tea?

Thomas the writer: the should be inside the box at the table. All I need to do is get it, and start making the tea.

Princess Celestia: wait, did you say you had the tea on the table?

Thomas the writer: yes, why you ask?

Princess Celestia: ….. Sigh, Luna, can you come out for a second.

Princess Luna: what is it?

Princess Celestia: Luna, did you took a box that was on the table a while ago?

Princess Luna: i did, there was some green leafs, and eat them. Had a weird taste to it, but not half bad. What wrong, did the tea taste bad

Princess Celestia: not quite but *she use her magic to turn off the light, and she see that Luna was glowing in the dark* but you might be a total night light for a little while.

Princess Luna: ……..

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ask-de-writer asked:

Uncle, I am sorry that such an idiot is abusing you in that awful way.  I have for you a plain BLACK tea.  Steep it for three minutes only!  That make fine drinking tea.  By FOUR minutes it make fine ink!  By five minutes, it make good solid inkstone.  Moisten writing brush and wipe on inkstone to write words so indelible that they stay after paper is burned!

ask-the-chan-family answered:

Thomas the writer: thanks for the tea De-Writer, really need it after that fiasco of that strange anonymous that was sending me threats message like that. I know some people send random messages, but come on now, why send something like that. *he drink some more of the tea* wow this black tea is really good. It even made my coat alot smoother.

Princess Celestia: hello sweetie! I was about to go to the kitchen, and get some cake for snack, but I was wondering if you ….. Tommy wommy, are you feeling alright?

Thomas the writer: of course I’m feeling alright, what make you say that?

Princess Celestia: I’m not sure, but I notice that your coat look more smothered than usual. As in you look more black ink then your usual brown.

Thomas was confused by what Tia was saying, until he finally look at himself, and notice that his body went through a transformation. Thomas notice his fur was all black ink, and certain part of his body have a grayish white to it. After he was done examining himself, he still couldn’t believe what happened.

Thomas the writer: golly wolly, I knew that tea De-Writer sent wasn’t normal …. hold on a second, did I said golly wolly?

Princess Celestia: I think so sweetie, and by the sound of it, it seems like you was one of those classic cartoons.

Thomas the writer: well if you think about it, we are sort of cartoons ourselves.

Princess Celestia: careful Tommy Tommy, we don’t want to break the fourth wall. That sort of father job.

Thomas the writer: …. Sigh, your right, Tia. But still, how am I going through my whole day looking like a black and white cartoon pegasus?

Princess Celestia: well look at the Bright side, you won’t get hurt from falling objects.

Thomas the writer: Tia, does only happened in actual cartoons, what are the chances of me having something fall on *before he could finish his sentence, an unknown object came out of nowhere and fell on top of Thomas* ouch.

Princess Celestia: oh my, Thomas, are you ok?

Thomas the writer: I’m alright, Tia. Luckily my cartoon form saved me from getting hurt. Just my pride is in a lot of pain.

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Everything Darry Curtis says in the book.

“Are you all right, Ponyboy?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?”

“You’re both nuts.”

“You don’t ever think. Not at home or anywhere when it counts. You must think at school, with all those good grades you bring home, and you’ve always got your nose in a book, but do you ever use your head for common sense? No sirree, bub. And if you did have to go by yourself, you should have carried a blade.”

“When I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother, I’ll ask you—kid brother.”

“I���m working tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, since it ain’t a school night.”

“Rub harder, Soda. You’re gonna put me to sleep.”

“Where the heck have you been? Do you know what time it is?”

“Well, it’s two in the morning, kiddo. Another hour and I would have had the police after you. Where were you, Ponyboy? Where in the almighty universe were you?”

“You what?”

“I reckon it never occurred to you that your brothers might be worrying their heads off and afraid to call the police because something like that could get you thrown in a boys’ home so quick it’d make your head spin. And you were asleep in the lot? Ponyboy, what on earth is the matter with you? Can’t you use your head? You haven’t even got a coat on.”

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t think! I forgot! That’s all I ever hear out of you! Can’t you think of anything?”

“You keep your trap shut! I’m sick and tired of hearin’ you stick up for him.”

“Ponyboy...”

“Pony, I didn’t mean to”

“Ponyboy...”

“Oh, Pony, I thought we’d lost you...like we did Mom and Dad.”

“He didn’t get much sleep this week. He hardly slept at all.”

“We’d better go home. We can’t do anything here.”

“He’s sure lost a lot of weight.”

“I ironed. They’re in my closet. Hurry up, you’re gonna be late.”

“Yeah, the cops told me last night.”

“What?”

“Where you gonna get the dough, little man?”

“We’d better get on to work, Pepsi-Cola.”

“I hate to leave you here by yourself, Ponyboy. Maybe I ought to take the day off.”

“You two do up the dishes. You can go to the movies if you want to before you go see Dally and Johnny. Two-Bit, lay off. He ain’t lookin’ so good. Ponyboy, you take a couple of aspirins and go easy. You smoke more than a pack today and I’ll skin you. Understood?”

“Yeah. See y’all this afternoon.”

“I’m gonna show ‘em off on you, little buddy, if you get any mouthier.”

“I don’t know if you ought to be in this rumble, Pony.”

“Yeah. You fight real good for a kid your size. But you were in shape before. You’ve lost weight and you don’t look so great, kid. You’re tensed up too much.”

“Well, Johnny won’t be there this time...but then, Curly Shepard won’t be there either, or Dally, and we’ll need every man we can get.”

“Well, I guess you can. But be careful, and if you get in a jam, holler and I’ll get you out.”

“Man, this is one kid brother I don’t have to worry about.”

“This kiddo can use his head. You can see he uses it for one thing—to grow hair on.”

“Juvenile delinquent, you’re no good!”

“Listen, Soda, you and Ponyboy, if the fuzz show, you two beat it out of there. The rest of us can only get jailed. You two can get sent to a boys’ home.”

“All the same, you two blow at the first sign of trouble. You hear me?”

“I’ll take on anyone.”

“Hello, Paul.”

“We won. We beat the Socs.”

“Where have you been?”

“Ponyboy, what’s the matter?”

“Hello?”

“It was Dally. He phoned from a booth. He’s just robbed a grocery store and the cops are after him. We gotta hide him. He’ll be at the lot in a minute.”

“Ponyboy, you okay?”

“Gosh, kid, you had us scared to death.”

“I told you you were in no condition for a rumble. Exhaustion, shock, minor concussion—and Two-Bit came blubberin’ over here with some tale about how you were running a fever before the rumble and how it was all his fault you were sick. He was pretty torn up that night. We all were.”

“You got a concussion from getting kicked in the head—Soda saw it. He landed all over that Soc. I’ve never seen him so mad. I think he could have whipped anyone, in the state he was in. Today’s Tuesday, and you’ve been asleep and delirious since Saturday night. Don’t you remember?” “I don’t know, baby. I just don’t know.”

“Do you even remember being in the hospital?”

“You kept asking for me and Soda. Sometimes for Mom and Dad, too. But mostly for Soda.”

“Johnny left you his copy of Gone with the Wind. Told the nurse he wanted you to have it.”

“Asleep, I hope. I thought he was going to go to sleep shaving this morning and cut his throat. I had to push him to bed, but he was out like a light in a second.”

“No rough stuff, little buddy.”

“I should think you would be. You wouldn’t eat anything most of the time you were sick. How’d you like some mushroom soup?”

“I’ll go make some. Sodapop, take it easy with him, okay?”

“Ponyboy.”

“There’s a guy here to see you. Says he knows you. His name’s Randy.”

“You want to see him?”

“Hey, Randy. I think you’d better go now.”

“Don’t ever say anything to him about Johnny. He’s still pretty racked up mentally and emotionally. The doc said he’d get over it if we gave him time.”

“Ponyboy Curtis, put out that cigarette!”

“You’re not going to die if you don’t get a smoke. But if that bed catches on fire you will. You couldn’t make it to the door through that mess.”

“Maybe you can be a little neater, huh, little buddy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re not going to drop out. Listen, with your brains and grades you could get a scholarship, and we could put you through college. But schoolwork’s not the point. You’re living in a vacuum, Pony, and you’re going to have to cut it out. Johnny and Dallas were our buddies, too, but you don’t just stop living because you lose someone. I thought you knew that by now. You don’t quit! And anytime you don’t like the way I’m running things you can get out.”

“It’s the letter he wrote Sandy. Returned unopened.”

“When Sandy went to Florida...it wasn’t Soda, Ponyboy. He told me he loved her, but I guess she didn’t love him like he thought she did, because it wasn’t him.”

“He wanted to marry her anyway, but she just left. Why didn’t he tell you? I didn’t think he’d tell Steve or Two-Bit, but I thought he told you everything.”

“He cried every night that week you were gone. Both you and Sandy in the same week. Come on, let’s go after him.”

“Circle around and cut him off. I’ll stay right behind him.”

“Sure, little buddy. We aren’t going to fight anymore.”

“No more fights. Okay, Ponyboy?”

[hellsfanatic]

warnings: mentions or war and death

***

It had been around a year since Sodapop Curtis had been drafted to fight in a war. Life went on, but it was altered for everyone who had gotten to know him even just for a day. The poor boy, who knows what he’d been through, or what he would go through still.

Christmas rolled around after a while. The days felt longer than they ever had, and long days after long days brought lots of time to prepare. They’d need it now, it was only Darry and Ponyboy there this year. Soda and Steve were both in the war, Two-Bit was always in a bar or anywhere he could find something to drink for cheap, Johnny and Dallas were celebrating six feet under, and the remaining two Curtis brothers were at home.

Ponyboy glanced around the once lively home, a feeling of emptiness overcoming him. A sigh fell from his lips, going into the room the two brothers sat in silently. “Dar?” Pony’s voice carried to the older man in the room. Darry looked up from his hands that laid in his lap to Ponyboy. “It’s Christmas already, ain’t it?” the younger boy asked.

“Yeah, it is. Sorry it’s not much this year, kiddo,” Darry responded, his voice was his voice, but it wasn’t him. No matter how out of it he was, he was right. There wouldn’t be a Christmas for them. They didn’t even want one this year, not without Soda. There was no tree, no decorations up, no presents, and no one to celebrate with. The two never exactly got along, but without the glue to keep them together Pony and Darry didn’t get along well enough to celebrate anything together. They were really just like roommates now, their only relationship being the house.

“It’s okay, it ain’t Christmas anymore. Christmas is supposed to have family, and we just don’t got that,” Ponyboy told the other person inside. His voice was weak, weak to the point that anyone could hear the pain in it.

Darry set his gaze back down to his lap. “I know, I wish I could bring Soda back to us or even just be a good brother just like him,” Darry said, biting down on his bottom lip. Here it came again, Darry’s self doubt moment. They were very rare, that is until Soda left. Now it seems he always blames everything on himself, really everything. Usually something about how it should’ve been him in the war.

“You and Soda are both awful good big brothers, Darry,” Pony told his oldest sibling. Ponyboy knew that Darry compared how he and Soda were seen through Pony’s eyes because of the slump Pony couldn’t seem to get out of when Soda was drafted. Of course, he didn’t know how Pony was impacted by Darry not coming home the week of Soda’s leaving, how much the poor kid cried his eyes out because he didn’t have any family to turn to. Darry stayed at work to take his mind off things instead of caring for the broken pieces of a brother he still had.

Darry stood up from his chair, stretching out a bit. “Thanks, but you know that’s a lie. You love Soda, and you know it. I’m just the guy you live with aren’t I? The guy who you keep staying with for Sodapop, and Sodapop only,” Darry assumed. He made his way to the kitchen, starting to wipe down the counters. When Darry gets stressed or overwhelmed with an emotion he cleans whatever he sees is the slightest bit dirty.

“I do love Soda, he’s a real great brother to the both of us, but I love you too. Don’t you ever think that I still need you around? Especially without Sodapop here, you’re all I’ve got left,” Ponyboy explained, following his brother into the kitchen. He put away everything that was used for their recent meal to help Darry out.

That hit the older male, making him stop cleaning. “Well you’ve got,” he stopped, trying to think of anyone he had. At a sudden loss for words he sighed, Ponyboy was pretty much spot on.

Ponyboy looked at Darry, standing up straight and closing the cupboard. “You. I’ve got you.”

“I guess you do.” Darry placed a hand on Pony’s shoulder. “You’ll have Soda as soon as he gets back, too,” Darrel reassured his younger brother. He didn’t want to bring up how much of he was starting to wonder if Sodapop would come home or if he’d never be back. Darry knew how hurt Ponyboy would be if his second oldest brother were to have died so early on in his life.

A knock on their door echoed through the house. “It’s Christmas and someone came and knocked at our door?” Pony said, sounding confused as ever. Darry made his way to the door, opening it without a word.

“Are you Darrel Curtis? The guardian of Sodapop Curtis?” the man who had knocked questioned.

Darry simply nodded, scared for what they were there for. “Yes, that’s me.” He was handed a letter from the male standing outside. “Thank you,” Darrel told him as he began walking away.

“What’s that?” Ponyboy asked as Darry sat down in the living room. He showed Pony the envelope and what was written on it, showing where it came from. The young boy’s heart dropped when he realized there was only one thing they’d get a letter about from them. It was the branch that Soda was drafted into and fought for.

Darry opened the letter slowly, dreading reading what it said. His blue and green eyes darted across the paper, him showing no emotion through reading the words. That gave Ponyboy hope, maybe it wasn’t too bad. Darrel handed Pony the paper to read as he hid his face in his hands. Whatever the man was mumbling couldn’t be understood by anyone but himself.

The page fell to the floor from Ponyboy’s hands. The kid was left in tears as reality started to set in and he processed everything. Darry’s emotions even started to come in to play after a moment of thought.

Now they knew Soda was gone, that there was no chance to get him back. “It can’t be real, he can’t be dead,” Pony’s voice cracked. He clenched his fists, letting his nail dig into his palms.

“I know it’ll be hard kiddo, but we’ll make it,” Darry tried to cheer up the boy. Ponyboy decided to go into his and Soda’s bedroom, taking a look at Sodapop’s things that he left behind.

Left in the living room, Darry put the letter back into its envelope. Another paper stuck out of it, one that he hadn’t noticed before. Pulling it out it was clear this page wasn’t written by anyone in the government like the other. It was folded and wrinkled with handwritten words over the surface.

‘I’m sorry to everyone in the gang I’m letting down now, but I tried. I fought and I fought as hard as I could, but the war fought back harder and I couldn’t win. Don’t worry about me though because it’s over now and I know this is for the best. I hope we win this one, for everyone here. I told one of the leaders to send this back to you all if I died and as much as I hope you don’t have to see this, I wanted to have some goodbyes just in case.

Darry, you’re possibly the best big brother I could have asked for in this life. Thank you for taking care of me all this time and looking out for me. Maybe go a little easier on Ponyboy sometimes, the kid needs a break every now and then and I hope you give it to him. I know you want him to do good in life but he’ll make it even if he goofs off sometimes. Remember he still has a chance to be a kid, let him take it. Hey, once you get a chance why don’t you take a break too? Go on a little vacation or even get a nice girlfriend. You have to let yourself have some free time, and I want you to make sure you get it. I love you Darry, goodbye.

Ponyboy, you’re going to have to keep my side of the bed warm at night now. I know you’re going places with your life kid and I’m so proud of you, I always will be. You’re the smartest kid I’ve met, and you just keep getting better and better. I’m really kind of jealous of you, kid. I told Darry to not be so hard on you, but remember he’s just looking out for your future. He knows you have a lot of potential to be better than what we were. Please listen to him sometimes and try to see his side of everything, he’s a nice guy when he warms up to you. Don’t let him overwork himself, okay? Get him a good time if he doesn’t do it himself. I love you Ponyboy, goodbye.

Love, Sodapop Curtis’

“Hey Ponyboy?” Darry went into Pony’s room holding the letter in his shaky hand. He younger of the two looked up to see Darrel. “I think you ought to read this one, too.” The taller man handed over to paper to Ponyboy, sitting down next to him on the bed.

The boy read Sodapop’s writing, his crying worsening even more. Ponyboy wrapped his arms around Darry in a hug followed by Darry slowly hugging him back. “He’s really gone,” Pony spoke, his voice muffled into Darry’s chest.

“Yeah honey, but we’ll be okay,” Darry said soothingly, rubbing Ponyboy’s back gently. His shirt was already wet from the tears his brother cried. “I’m sorry, Ponyboy.”

That’s how life went on for some time after. Ponyboy cried more than he had even when his parents died and Darry always tried his hardest to comfort him when he saw. Pony was bringing home grades like Two-Bit, terrible ones. Not to mention he hardly slept at night anymore and when he did he had terrible nightmares that woke him up after only a few hours of sleep.

Darry worked harder than ever, often leaving before Ponyboy left his room for the morning and coming home after Pony had been in bed for an about an hour. He tried listening to Soda but he couldn’t bring himself to waste time relaxing when his life could end just as soon without any big accomplishments. He completely scratched the whole girlfriend idea, he was scared of losing another person he loved.

They knew Sodapop was the glue to their family, but nobody guessed it would get this bad. Sometimes both Darry and Ponyboy had the thought about Pony going to a boy’s home and Darry considered it a few times too. He thought he might get a better role model that way, but he could never bring himself to lose his last family member. This is what they had left, and neither planned to lose it.

***

A/N— hey, so this is my first one shot on Tumblr. I transferred it from Quotev to here so I apologize for any mistakes here. This one was rushed because when I went to copy it so I could post it to my Quotev, I made the small brain decision to click cut instead of copy and I had to rewrite the whole thing.

[memory-bees]

Darrel Curtis’ Notebook

At the top of it, it read “ Dear Mary.”Pairing: Two-Bit/Darry Warnings: None for this part Summary: The Curtis brothers are out of town for the day, and Two-Bit is snooping through their stuff. Authors Note: This is the thing I was working on! I’ll post the AO3 link after this! Part 1 of ??

It was mid-July and the sun was beating down onto Two-Bit’s head. He had abandoned his leather jacket at home and had worn just a Mickey tank top and some jeans. Well, not really a tank top, just a t-shirt he had cut the sleeves off of when he was drunk. He had made his way to the Curtis household, looking to disturb the probable peace that was there.

When he got there, there was a note on the door. He smiled when he realized it was Darry’s handwriting, Darry’s handwriting was pretty. All loopy and kinda feminine, Two-Bit like it. He liked it a lot more than his own sloppy print. He wished he could write in cursive, but whatever. He could just admire Darry’s handwriting whenever he could.

The note was carefully taped to the door and it read,

“Hey, guys, Soda, Pony and I went to our grandparent’s house for the day. Don’t break anything. There’s a cake and some other stuff in the fridge. And please, stay safe.

-Darry”

Two-Bit smiled and walked into the house, letting the door swing shut behind him. He went into the kitchen and poked his head into the fridge. He sighed quietly when the cold air brushed past his face, it felt amazing. He grinned when he found the whole cake, he grabbed it and placed it on the table. After a few minutes, he found a knife, happily cutting himself a big piece. The others wouldn’t mind, and if they did, well fuck ‘em.

He turned on the radio and grinned when Elvis’ voice started to play through the speakers. He put the rest of the cake back in the fridge, took his slice and danced his way into the living room. He plopped himself onto the couch and turned on the TV. He started to eat his cake, this was going to be a damn good day.

~~~

After about an hour, Two-Bit was getting bored. There wasn’t anything good on TV and he had finished his slice of cake. He turned off the show he was watching, some cooking show. And while he now knew how to make an apple pie, he didn’t think he was going to use that knowledge anytime soon.

He walked back into the kitchen and rinsed off his plate. He leaned against the counter, thinking of something to do. He didn’t really want to go back outside, there was air conditioning here. He could try and find Dally or Steve and raise some hell, but Darry’s note had said to stay safe, and knowing those two, he wouldn’t stay safe doing it. He resolved to poke around the Curtis brother’s rooms. What harm could he do, at most he’d find something embarrassing he could hold over one of their heads. Unless it was in Darry’s room, poor guy had enough to deal with.

He started with Sodapop and Ponyboy’s room. He didn’t really find anything in there, except for some lube in Ponyboy’s nightstand. He snorted, he could definitely use that as blackmail. He poked around some more and found a letter to Sandy Hanson. It was from Soda, and it was cheesy as shit. Two-Bit rolled his eyes and put the letter back. He could also use that as blackmail. With those things seemingly being the only things he could use to his advantage, he sauntered into Darry’s room. He glanced around the room, his closet door was open and there were some shirts strewn about the room. Two-Bit walked towards the closet, inspecting its contents.

He noticed a beaten up stuffed bear, one of its button eyes was hanging on by a string, it’s brown fur was worn down. He smiled softly and took the bear off from its perch, which was really just a folded stack of baby blankets.

Two-Bit new this bear and new it well. It was handmade by his own mama, he originally had a green shirt, but it had fallen off. Two-Bit had given it to Darry for his sixth birthday, Two-Bit himself had been a chubby-cheeked four-year-old who really wanted to get his friend something nice for his birthday. His mother had spent a month and a half making sure he was able to do just that.

The bear was inseparable from Darry for years after he had given it to him. He had stopped carrying it around like a woman carries her purse when he was around ten. But he had never thrown it away. It was a comfort object that Darry couldn’t just let go of. Two-Bit remembered when he found him hugging the bear to his chest and crying into his pillow when his first girlfriend revealed she had cheated on him. Darry was red in the face when he realized the then fourteen-year-old had caught him in the midst of his teenage crisis.

Two-Bit didn’t say anything, just pulled Darry close and hugged him tightly. He remembered his t-shirt was soaked on the right sleeve. Darry felt horrible, Two-Bit just shrugged it off. It was normal for people to have emotions, no matter what thirteen-year-old Dallas Winston had to say about it. He hadn’t seen Darry with the bear since then, but it made him happy that he hadn’t thrown it away.

He put the bear back on its seat and looked through the closet some more. He found an old, navy blue notebook. Its cover was coming off and it had some of it had been torn off. He held it in his hand and the cover read, “Darrel Curtis’” and under that, it read “Notebook.” Two-Bit smiled and walked over to Darry’s bed and sat on the edge of it. He opened the notebook, the first page was filled with random doodles, eyes, hands, a pretty damn good sketch of what Two-Bit recognized to be Paul Holden.

Just the name was enough to spark something green and nasty in his gut. He hated Paul, he hated his attitude, his rich boy “I’m better than you” smirk, and he hated the way he had treated Darry. Like he was nothing more than a toy to play with a bit and then forget about as soon as you found something else new to entertain yourself with.

He let out a breath through his nose. He wasn’t going to let this piss him off, he scratched his jaw and turned the page.

At the top of it, it read “Dear Mary.”