#pone and human

[heliphantie]

"Twilight's Kingdom", ep. 25-26(90-91) of season 4 (May 10, 2014).

“You’ll play your part.”

So that’s all there for season 4, for now.

I’d like to revisit it in its entirety once I’m going through the whole series. All fanarts I did for season 4 episodes can be seen in its tag. Next season is also one of my favorites, so expect me celebrating its anniversary too in 2025 with new arts. For the rest of 2024, I think, it’s the end of pones…

[eldritch-nightmare]

OK OK SO I was rereading some of your works and smth caught my eye

in the deal breakers you said as long as their lover is okay with the downfall of humanity then it's fine with him then in the s/o death there was "what's the reason of the world living when his mortal is not there."

I know you meant from rage and like that but please. pLEAe see it from my view jskskjs

and it it just gave me this cute idea that he's all like "I'll destroy humanity" and bla bla bla and then he doesn't because his little human's heart would break.

(it's me, I'm the little human. and this is stupid but idc we love all Zalgos here and soft Zal counts too.)

FHDSKLHFDLKHF that's an image in my head now actually. soft zalgo. i like that, i like that a lot.

just...

zalgo, genuinely plotting the demise of humanity and wreaking havoc on the poor souls that come into contact with him, all without a care in the world. he enjoys tormenting people, and he doesn't think he'll ever stop.

but then he meets this random little human that catches his attention and he honestly probably doesn't think much of it at first but. but then this little human just keeps showing up, even when he's possessing random people and shit and so naturally he's a little curious.

it was a little curiosity, one that he assumed would dissipate because i mean like c'mon he's zalgo. no way a human of all things will keep his interest. but surprise! this human does! he's not sure why, there's just something about them that just... he doesn't understand, but he likes being around them.

this little human is okay. this one will be safe from the hell he plans to drag up to earth.

but then the little human just.

can you maybe not destroy humanity? please? for me? i mean like... at least while i'm alive? i kinda like humanity, so...

and he's just like fuck.

because this little human is completely oblivious to the power they hold, having zalgo so fond of them.

[thetalkingwave]

Polena, crossover au edition~

[devouring-hive]

Bubbly pink girls super extremely cute!!

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

Lmao thank god there’s common sense out there

[stonesandswords]

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[harmonysanreads]

Hello! Wanting to follow up on one of your previous posts about Phainon, cause he has been living rent free in my mind. Cause like, being with a hero is almost sobering experience I feel- especially with someone like Phainon, who Aglaea has described as more or less being the perfect hero. Someone who is willing to take on the people's hopes and dreams and make them his own. In a way, his heart will never truly be your own, cause it also belongs to the people he has sworn to protect and serve. Regardless of how understanding or patient you are, I imagine a rift would begin to form between the two of you. Now, with this in mind, imagine a certain cloaked figure taking advantage of Phainon's folly. Flame Reaver witnessing you quietly enduring current Phainon's unintentional neglect, ie his attention being averted elsewhere when you two are together, continuous post-poned or rescheduled dates, or just the general feeling of being under appreciated. Even though deep down you know he cares and adores you, it still stings. But rather than "inconvenience" Phainon with your grievances, you bear it and grin through it all. Not wanting to burden him further with your true feelings on the matter.

Flame Reaver, ever the opportunist, decides to use this to his advantage. Capitalizing on his current self's mistakes, and becoming the succor you need. Presenting himself as Phainon in order to spend time with you when you need him the most, while his true self is occupied elsewhere. Monopolizing and cherishing every moment he has with you like its his last. Which it very well may be. And naturally, you notice the change, outside the obvious change in attentiveness from "Phainon", but also the way he carries himself. No longer your bright eyed, and bushy tailed puppy of a lover. But something more…mature, or even dangerous.

The question is, will you choose to see past his carefully crafted facade, revealing the wolf in sheep's clothing before you? Or, will you indulge in the beautifully crafted lie and revel in the ignorant bliss of your new found relationship?

So, I've been thinking about this concept for months now and I've gone through four drafts in exploration of it but, nothing had managed to satisfy me. Because I kept on having this nagging feeling that I was... missing something, the actual distinction between Phainon and Flame Reaver to be precise.

Then, version 3.3's story was released and we got to see a bit more of Flame Reaver's ‘personality’ and it clicked for me. I would've typed this down sooner but the past two months have been ridiculously hectic for me, so, apologies :')

The thing is, Flame Reaver is less of a complexly intelligent life-form and more of a... worn down, broken television that only displays one channel from time to time, the buzz of its antiquity persistent throughout. A small rebellion against a set of strictly constructed programs but, shattered nonetheless.

They say, even a broken clock is right twice a day. There may be nothing but a dreadful darkness surrounding the Flame Reaver's vision and only his objective may be the beacon which keeps him adrift that abyss, but still, there is a factor that triggers his long corrupted consciousness from that blind chase — you.

When Flame Reaver catches sight of you in this cycle, still tormented by the unfiltered radiance of the sun, he feels a harrowing ache somewhere within him. It's horrifying, because it pierces through that torpid haze and jolts that remaining humane fraction within him.

And so, he abandons all fragments of reason and forfeits before you.

Insects are lured in by sources of light, humans spectate the way they jump into their demise and question, how could they be so foolish?

When Phainon sees this, the supposed architect of his nightmares, grasping onto your form, croaking your name on repeat — he shudders. He cannot even find it in himself to blink, because he recognizes the way those bloody fingers cling to your skin, those distorted crises begging you to live — it is an all too familiar scene.

The end of that tragedy is but a blank page.

[anixvl]

LAB RAT! || P.J

pairing: labrat!jay x fem!reader

synopsis: A successful creation of your manic scientist of a father, Jay’s kept on-the-low in your large estate. Unbeknownst to the secret romantic relationship between you and him, you’re obliged to sneak around and risk it all to see each other.

genre: sci-fi romance, forbidden love, fluff, smut

warnings: smut, cursing, jealousy (on both sides), possiveness, open ending, idkkk

wc: 3.5k

a/n: This was soooooo post-poned and rushed bc I just had so many other ideas & frequently lost motivation. This is a finished draft! I promise I'll get to writing better ones! :(

It was the year 2002 when your father reached his peak in biotechnology. Obsessed with the creation of life and the ability to create something far advanced than a mere human, fascinated him. Within the same year, with endless hard work and dedication, he achieved the impossible. The creation of the first bionic superhuman through illegal experimentation and testing. Donated from birth, Jay was the first successful test subject. Ever since, your father has kept him close by and under the raider from the government. A year later, you were born, and so both of you were raised together under the same roof, yet resided in different subdivisions of the huge mansion. you were strictly prohibited to see or to speak to him without authorization. Not that it stopped you, anyway.

Life continued normally for you outside of your house. Jay wasn’t allowed to go out the first 10 years of his life without supervision, he was homeschooled and busy with your father’s schemes. Jay’s bionic abilities all resided in his brain: telekinesis and intellectual advancement. He had no trouble getting by. It wasn’t only until the age of 14 that he was allowed to step foot outside the house on his own.

He knew he had nowhere to run, anyway. He had to come back home or else the implanted switches, by father, in his body would immobilize him and malfunction his ability to keep his bionics under stable control. He was, as much as he hated it, a labrat.

By the time he was an adult, he was beyond filthy rich. He worked for father, using his intelligence and telekinetic abilities, he was able to make off a civil living off of it. As he grew older, father got him a license, ID, a bank card, and all federal concepts he would need as an adult. Things to make him feel like a real, normal, person. Yet, it was never enough to let him fully leave. He was bound to your family and his predestined duties. It's what he was made for.

Though, It wasn’t the only thing that persuaded him to stay.

“Y/n,” someone softly whispers in your sleep.

you stir in bed, softly groaning as you wake up. your eyes flutter open, looking around your spacious room. The moon lit up your room beautifully through the balcony doors. you sit up, facing the figure at the edge of your bed.

“Jay? What are you doing here?” you whisper.

He shakes his head, gently caressing the side of your face.

“I missed you,” he frowned, analyzing your face in admiration. A face he’s never tired of seeing.

you had been gone for a week, sent to your aunts home in Italy. With not much to communicate, all you could do was wait till you came back to see him.

“I was going to find you after I slept, I was just so tired from the plane ride back,” you explained, overlapping your hand over his. you lean into his touch.

“why didn’t you call?” He asked, crawling closer to you.

“I was going to but I was really busy with my aunt,” you replied, scooting back cautiously.

He towered over you, eyeing you like prey, “Ah, I see. Busy.”

“I should’ve called, i’m sorry,” you look up at him, gripping onto his shirt.

He leans onto his rested arm beside your head, used as support. He leans in to kiss you, slowly, almost punishingly. your eyes shutter close. your hands roam around his soft skin, feeling him.

“Who’s Jake?” he asks, devouring your neck with wet kisses.

your mind becomes fuzzy at the stimulation, it’s hard to focus.

“H-How do you know about him? He’s my aunts friend son,” you reply, shakily.

Soft moans escape your lips at his roaming hands over your burning body and his trail of kisses lowering.

He bites at your collarbone, “Were you with him the entire week?”

you softly whimper, in pain and pleasure. your eyes are shut closed.

“Just for a few days,” you confessed, “whenever his family came over to my aunts.”

He harshly captures your lips once again, slowly sliding his hand under your shirt. He takes your breast in his hand, fondling it. you moan against his lips.

“Did you like being with him?” he asks, his eyes piercing through yours. The lights flickered.

you shake your head insistently, “Of course not, why would I?”

He grinds the tent inside his pants in between your legs. The barrier of mere fabric overwhelming the throb between your legs.

“I saw the pictures of you and him on the news, it's quite the talk now,” he stated, unintentionally ripping your shirt in eagerness to take it off.

you open your mouth, about to protest.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” his mouth takes in the bud of your sensitive breasts, “fuck, i’ll buy you as many as you want.”

you moan, lacing your fingers within his hair. He leaves wet kisses down to your stomach. He looks up at you as he places his hands on the hem of my shorts. you nod, reassuringly. He takes them off, sliding his hands down your soaked panties. He spreads the wetness of your cunt onto his fingers.

“Such a good girl, you’re so wet for me,” he takes off your panties, positioning himself in between your legs.

His mouth meets your cunt, taking a wet lick. He groans in satisfaction, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs, locking his face into your cunt. you cover your mouth from the involuntary sounds.

“Jay, what if someone hears us?” you shakily whisper, your legs quivering in pleasure.

He quickly glances at the door, the lock forcefully moving in place with just a look.

“There. Your dad left on a business trip, don’t worry,” he mumbles, focusing his attention back to between your legs.

Lewd, wet, slurping noises and soft moans fill the room.

“fuck, jay, im going to cum,” you whimper, your body trembling as it approaches its high.

He teases you with kisses onto your folds, causing you to squirm in eagerness.

“Jay, please,” you pleaded, he takes his pants off.

“Please, what?” he taunted, “use your words.”

“I need you,” you exhaled.

His thumb wipes off the precum from his tip, positioning his throbbing cock between your wet folds.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he affirmed, pushing into you with one swift thrust.

you shudder in pleasure, gripping onto his arms. His pace is slow and sensual, his gaze unwavering onto your expression. Your expressions and lewd sounds just makes his cock harder inside you. His mind trails back to your aunts pictures, his grip tightens.

“Why’d you smile at him like that?” his face flinches in pleasure, a subtle anger in his words and thrusts.

He leans down to devour your neck as he continues to thrusts deep. your nails dig deep into his back. your mind feels melted and your body is burning up in desire.

“Don’t smile like that to anyone but me,” he groans.

your insistent moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other fills your room.

“Jay,” you manage to say, “what’s up with y-you?”

He continues to leave sloppy kisses and love bites all over your collarbone and neck, his pace unwavering. His lips move beside your ear.

“Don’t go anywhere anymore,” he whispers in a low voice, “stay right here, with me.”

you lace your fingers through his hair and fist it, causing him to quicken his pace. you grip onto his hair, hard, incoherent words spilling from you. He let out a grunt, his hands moving to your calves to force them up over his shoulders. Ensuring his control over your body, every sound, every part of you, every breath, is his. The new position caused his cock to reach deep within you, your eyes rolling back over each one of his thrusts. Your breath was rigid and unsteady.

“Say it,” he demands, his pace mercilessly pounding into you.

“Say you’ll stay here with me. No one else,” his voice strained with groans.

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, feeling a knot begin in my stomach.

“I won’t go anywhere. I love you, Jay,” you replied, your voice shaky.

He hums in response, satisfied. He groaned as you tightened around him, taking a hold of your wrists and pinning your hands down beside your head, interlocking your hands with his.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he grunted, “keep doing that.”

He kisses you, harshly. His thrusts become demanding, you struggle to kiss him back. you clench around his cock, the feeling in your stomach becoming intense by the second. He bites down on your neck, silencing his frequent grunts, getting louder and louder the more you clench around him.

“Jay, I’m—” you whimper, approaching your high.

“yeah?” he pounds into your cunt mercilessly, “you’re going to cum on my cock?”

you nod, whiny moans in response.

“Fuck,” he exhales, his grip onto your skin tightening.

You reach your high with a final cry, your body trembling from the electrifying bolt. A warm, filling, substance spurts deep within you following your orgasm. Jay continues to thrust within you, riding out each others high. Panting, he drops next to you, exhausted. His strong hands reach to grab you by your waist, pulling you into his warm bare chest. You immediately melt into his embrace. He plays with a strand of your hair, his breathing steadying. Your eyelids feel heavy against his warmth and strong embrace.

“I missed you,” Jay whispers, softly.

You chuckle, “you already said that.”

“I’ll say it many times and it still won’t be enough,” he replied, pulling away a bit to catch your gaze.

“I love you,” you state, gently.

“you already said that,” he teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He chuckles at your pouty expression.

He leans down to kiss you, softly and lovingly.

“I love you too,” he replied, drawing small circles on your skin amidst caressing your cheek.

His big hands travel all around your body, feeling every curve and feature about you like a precious artifact. He grips onto your ass, a low chuckle released from his lips as he pulls you closer to him. He buries his face in your neck.

“No one else can have you,” he mumbles against your skin, “you’re mine.”

You let out a happy sigh, relieved to be in his arms after time apart. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

The next morning, you woke up reaching for his warmth but was met with his absence. Your eyes blink open, sitting up, alarmed. You look around your room, hoping to find him here. You’re quickly met with disappointment. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Jay?” You call out softly.

No response.

You get up from your bed, walking over to your open balcony. The doors are cracked open, a familiar voice is heard from outside. You approach it cautiously, listening to the familiar voice and his conversation. You watch Jay on the phone through the cracked doors of the balcony.

“Is that really what you want? It’s never been a thought to you before, so why now? I don’t want to do it,” he spoke, his expression stern and irritated.

A faint voice is heard on the other line, Jay pinches the temple of his nose in distress.

“I don’t even know her,” he replies, “does she even know about me? who I am? what I am?”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, you step closer in curiosity. What could he be talking about? who’s “her”? And why does he look so distressed?

“Do I have any other choice? There must be another way,” he adds, sighing.

His expression seems angrily defeated, as he brings his phone from his ear into his sight. The phone call has ended. He turns around, catching you at the doors. His expression falls.

“What was that about?” you ask, examining his face.

“You’re awake. How’d you sleep, love?” he dismisses your question, walking back into the room.

He steps closer to you, cupping your face with his hands. He leans down to kiss your lips, softly.

“Jay, who was that?” you retract, searching into his eyes for a sign of truth.

He avoids your gaze, sitting at the edge of your bed. You cross your arms over your chest, worriedly.

“What is it, jay?” you step closer, “you’re scaring me.”

“It was your father,” he confessed, looking down at his hands.

“He…”

“he what?” you ask, anxious by the second.

“He wants me to marry the daughter of his business partner. He says it will be beneficial to us,” he explains, looking up to meet your heartbroken gaze.

Your breath catches in your throat, your legs threatening to betray you. You falter, Jay quickly launches forward to stabilize you.

“Y/n,” he looks at you worriedly, holding onto you.

“Jay, you can’t marry her. I wont let you,” you rambled, desperately holding onto his arm as if he were to disappear if you let go.

"I won't let this happen, I'll talk to father," you stated, determination coursing furiously through your veins.

Tears clouded your vision, reality was slowly setting in. It was bound to happen, an icebreaker in your relationship. You just didn’t think it would be so soon.

Jay shakes his head, wiping away your tears.

“I won’t marry her or anyone else,” he gently reassures, “not if they’re not you.”

You sniffle, feeling your heart warm at the thought. Marriage, you and Jay. Something you’ve dreamed of since you were just a young girl. You truly cannot imagine anyone else you’d want to spend the rest of your life with if it isn’t Jay.

He signals behind you with a soft expecting smile. You look behind your shoulder, confused. In middle air, floats a small black box. You turn around, walking towards it. You lift your hands to reach for it. You momentarily look at Jay, who's smiling at you proudly. You open the box carefully, your eyes slightly widen.

"Jay, this...?" you place a hand over your mouth in disbelief.

Inside the box displayed a beautiful diamond ring.

He walks over to you, "It's for you, love."

Jay takes the ring from the box and grabs your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. He stares at your hand, arousing him in so many weird ways. It was a mark, a symbolism that showcased his profound love and claim over you. Your heart surges in happiness, feeling utterly shocked. You stare at the shiny ring, admiring its beautiful qualities.

"Oh Jay...When did you get this?" You ask, in complete awe.

"A while ago. I just...didn't want to seem too pathetic for buying you a ring so early into the relationship," he explained, sheepishly looking away.

That thought settled into your mind; Jay has been in love with you for so long. Pathetically, irrevocably, inevitably, in love with you. Body and Soul.

"Where's yours?" You frown.

He lifts his hand up, revealing a silver ring onto his finger.

"Right here, my dear," he reassures, a sly smirk onto his handsome face.

Your eyes immediately lighten up, finding happiness in the shared connection you and Jay now have. His heart skips a beat at your expression. It quickly disolves all his self-restraint.

He leans in to kiss you, tenderly and slowly.

Your stomach turned at the thought of someone else being able to kiss Jay.

“Don’t think about it,” he mumbled against the kiss.

“Stop reading me,” you complained, remembering his frustrating genius abilities and the way he can spot-on read your thoughts and feelings just by watching you. Studying you long enough, examining.

“Can’t help it, love,” he smirked, scooping you up in his arms and taking you to your bed.

He lightly sits down first, holding you in his lap.

You immediately welcome him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You need to feel any sort of his warmth against your skin. To prove he’s still here, still yours.

He leaves hot kisses over the hickeys he left on your neck last night, his hands traveling down to your hips. He grips onto you tightly, grinding your hips back and forth onto his growing member. You shift your head, giving him opening to attack your neck with more love bites. Your breath becomes rigid as you close your eyes, taking in every touch he leaves on your burning skin.

His hand goes under your shirt, brushing the side of your waist. He kisses your collarbone, engraving the feeling of your skin under his fingertips. He looks up at you, a glint of desire in his eyes. Breathless, your hips continue to rock against him, muffled moans threatening to intensify. You tug at his sweats, urging. He lets out a low chuckle before lifting himself up slightly to slide his sweats off. You follow him, taking your shorts off. You climb off him, placing yourself inbetween his legs. His eyebrows raise in amusement, caught in surprise. You were way more insistent than usual.

He eyed you intently as you slipped his boxers off. His cock popped out, hitting his stomach.

“You’re gonna suck me off, love?” he taunted, with a low voice.

You dont reply, you simply take his cock with your hand, a string of spit falls onto his tip. He lets out a shaky exhale. You take him in your mouth, only partly. He brings his hand to lift your face up to him by your chin, he caresses you softly as you suck him off. He holds his grip onto your face, maintaining eye contact as you take his cock deeper. His face flinches in pleasure, beads of sweat forming onto his forehead.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he growled, “don’t fucking look away.”

The lamp from your nightstand starts flickering intensely, a reflection of his immense uncontrollable feelings. You suck him further, his cock hardening as it hits the walls of your throat. He mumbles phrases and curses under his breath. His hand caresses the top of your head, occasionally fisting your hair. You manage to somehow keep your eyes on Jay, afraid of the consequences you'd face if you provoke him. Your eyes sting, hot tears falling at the corner of your eyes from him fucking your throat roughly. Your supply of oxygen is cut short, you push against his thighs. He curses under his breath, pushing you further onto his member at the feeling of his orgasm approaching. With a loud gasp from you, Jay lets you go. You sit onto the floor, panting. He leans over to grab you by your waist, his strong hands quickly taking your panties off. He lifts you onto his lap once again, this time rubbing his twitching member onto your wet folds. You whimper, gripping onto his shoulders. He slowly lowers you onto his member, gripping onto your ass as he forces you to take him all in.

your mouth falls agape, lacing your fingers within his hair.

“Fuck, jay…” you moan, savoring the feeling of his cock thrushing past your walls.

You look at him intensely, obscene thoughts accumulating in your mind at the sight.

It doesn’t matter who he marries, he’ll end up face deep between your thighs at the end of the night. His cock filling you up, his marks all over your skin.

Those lewd thoughts aroused you even more, your moans becoming more frequent.

You continue riding his cock, your breath becoming rigid and hot. He throws his head back, one hand tightly onto your ass and the other onto the bed to support him.

"Shit...just like that," he groans, "keep riding my cock, baby."

Your breasts mimic your bouncing movements onto his twitching cock. You hold onto him, your face buried into his neck. You bite him, leaving marks all over his soft skin. The light bulbs explode. Jay thrusts his hips upward into you the moment he feels you clentch around him. A loud gasp escapes your mouth, feeling your orgasm approach. He kisses you roughly at the sight of your sultry expression. You squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm washes over your body. Jay grunts loudly soonly after, his warm seed filling you up. Your body trembles as you both lay onto the bed, hands interlocked. Both of your gazes rest onto the matching rings you share. A immense, peaceful, feeling lingers within both of you.

He buries his face into your hair.

"I love you, Jay."

"I love you too, Y/n."

You both knew the consequences and trials you were bound to face, but none of that mattered. As long as you had each other, nothing could change what you both shared.

Inseverable destiny.

[darkacua]

Silver doesn't really care about clothes.

I've had a ridiculous little headcanon since I discovered Silver dresses in whatever's on hand.

Imagine a little Silver who forgot to do laundry on one of Lilia's long trips and has to search the whole house for something that fits while his regular clothes are being washed, but in his dad's drawers, he ends up finding girls' clothes. It's one of hundreds of outfits Lilia bought for Sebek's sister but for some reason or another never got the chance to give to her. So you have a little Silver who just shrugs and starts wearing girls' clothes for a week without anyone saying anything. Malleus stopped by to visit a few times and thought this was something Lilia had to see firsthand.

Lilia returns and finds his youngest son wearing a dress he doesn't remember being part of his normal wardrobe, but he's not complaining because her baby looks adorable.

It ends up being routine until Silver can no longer fit into girls' clothes, which makes him a little sad because skirts are much more comfortable, especially in the summer heat.

I also find it funny to believe that even though Silver didn't go to school before NRC, he had his share of run-ins with bullies, especially while spending time with Sebek. So imagine the embarrassment of having a human kick your ass for being rude to their friend, especially if said human is a little boy and is wearing a frilly skirt.

Español bajo el corte

Tengo un pequeño y ridículo headcanon desde que descubrí que Silver se viste con lo que sea que tenga a la mano. 

Imaginen a un pequeño Silver que olvidó lavar ropa en uno de los viajes largos de Lilia y tiene que buscar por toda la casa algo que le quede en lo que su ropa de siempre se lava, pero en los cajones de su padre termina encontrando ropa de niña, es uno de cientos de conjuntos que Lilia compró para la hermana de Sebek pero por alguna u otra razón jamás tuvo la oportunidad de dársela. Así que tienen a un pequeño Silver que simplemente se encoge de hombros y sin más empieza a usar toda una semana ropa de niña sin que nadie le diga nada. Malleus paso de visita unas cuantas veces y pensó que esto era algo que Lilia tenía que ver con sus propios ojos.

Lilia regresa y encuentra a su hijo más joven usando un vestido que NO recuerda que fuera parte de su vestimenta normal, pero no se está quejando porque su bebe se ve adorable.

Termina siendo algo rutinario hasta que Silver deja de poder entrar en la ropa de niña, lo cual lo pone un poco triste porque las faldas son mucho más cómodas sobre todo con el calor del verano.

También me parece divertido creer que aunque Silver no fue a ninguna escuela antes de NRC tuvo sus encuentros con matones, sobre todo mientras pasaba tiempo con Sebek, así que imaginen la vergüenza que un humano te patee el trasero por ser grosero con su amigo, sobre todo si dicho humano en un NIÑO y lleva puesta una falda de olanes.

[ultravioletqueen]

Reading journal 3 and seeing the relationship that Ford had with Shifty (the shapeshifter) made me think of an idea that involves Ford's partner with this creature.

I imagine that Reader follows the investigation of this creature very closely, but unlike Ford and McGucket, Reader treats Shifty in a similar way to a human baby, even playing games with him and trying to teach him to speak (reader was very excited hearing him speak even if his first words were "beans").

At some point Reader would try to teach him to read and write, first with the name Ford, then McGucket and then Reader, but something quite funny and cute at the same time happens when he tries to write their name, and it is that shifty writes "dear" instead of reader's name.

Ford laughs and corrects him by telling him that Dear is not Reader's name, The creature proceeds to write "honey" with all the confidence in the world, When Ford corrects him again, Shifty is very confused and begins to write several words, all of them being nicknames that Ford calls his partner (sweetie, darling, my love, sweetheart, etc.).

The poor creature is so confused that they decide to leave him alone and agree with him so he doesn't get stressed😅

BONUS:

Imagine that when Dipper, Mabel, Wendy and Soos go to the bunker, Reader decides to accompany them and that when they meet Shifty, Reader goes into angry mother/father/parent mode and Shifty, very afraid, tries to tell Reader that he was just joking while he is dragged by the ear (or whatever his ear is) by reader like a child being scolded by his mother after doing a prank.

(Español)

leyendo el diario 3 y viendo la relacion que tenia ford con formy(el cambiaformas) me hizo pensar en una idea que involucra a la pareja de ford con esta criatura.

me imagino que lector@ sigue muy de cerca la investigación de esta criatura, pero a diferencia de ford y mcgucket, trata a formy de forma similar a un bebe humano, llegando a hacer juegos con el y tratando se enseñarle a hablar(se emocionó mucho al oirle hablar incluso si sus primeras palarbas fueron "frijoles").

en algún momento lector@ trataria de enseñarle a leer y escribir, primero con el nombre de ford, luego mcgucket y luego el de lector@, pero pasa algo bastante gracioso y tierno a la vez cuando trata de escribir su nombre, y es que formy escribe "cariño" en vez del nombre de lector@.

ford se rie y le corrije diciéndole que cariño no es el nombre de lector@, la criatura procede a escribir "dulzura" con toda la seguridad del mundo, cuando ford le vuelve a corregir formy esta muy confundido y empieza a escribir varias palabras, todas siendo apodos por los que ford llama a su pareja(tesoro, querid@, mi amor, corazon, etc).

la pobre criatura queda tan confundida que deciden dejarlo en paz y darle la razon para que no se estrese😅

BONUS:

imagina que cuando dipper, mabel, wendy y soos van al bunker lector@ decida acompañarlos y que cuando se encuentran con formy reader se pone modo madre/padre enojad@ y Formy con mucho miedo trata de decirle a reader que solo estaba bromeando mientras es arrastrado por la oreja(o lo que sea su oreja) por lector@ como un niño siendo regañado por su madre tras hacer una travesura.

[durnesque-esque]

LA County GET FUCKED

I got a jury summons earlier this year, but was in the middle of contract negotiations, so I post-poned to this week. I thought I knew where I'd put my jury summons for the portal registration. Get up this morning to call in and see if I actually have to report, can't find it.

No problem, the website lists this phone number you can call.

Note: it SPECIFICALLY says you can call if you've lost your JID or Pin #.

So I call. It's an automated line.

No problem, surely one of the options is "if you lost your juror ID."

No such luck. But the first option is "to call about reporting." So I select that. First thing it asks for: YOUR JUROR ID.

No problem. I'll try another option.

I'll try ALL THE FUCKING OPTIONS. THERE IS NO OPTION THAT DOES NOT REQUIRE YOUR ID #. THERE IS NO OPTION TO SPEAK TO A PERSON.

IF THE DAMN THING DOESN'T UNDERSTAND YOU, IT HANGS UP.

I'm cussing and swearing at the damn robot. I have to either leave for work or for summons, I don't know which. Maybe I left the summons at work - I think I maybe did the initial schedule change at work. I look up another number to try and get in the car.

I call the actual courthouse and reach a person, I'm honestly tearing up a bit with frustration as I tell her the issue and that I know it's not her problem, but can she please help. She gives me another number to try.

I call it. It's out of service.

I cry some more on my way into work. In the parking lot, I find another number for the general court of the county. I call a sweet angel of a human being, who apparently also recently got summons, but she's moving out of state, so she's just not going to go. What are they going to do? "track [her] down in South Carolina?" Anyway, she gives me another number to call, but tells me they're only available 11 am - 2pm, 3pm-5pm. USELESS as I need to call this morning. She tells me just to call when I can and explain the situation.

I get to work, done with crying, moving into pure rage at this point.

I search my whole desk. Can't find the summons. Decide to give the internet search one more go. Find a Reddit thread about this VERY ISSUE! It has a special work around for the first phone number: wait until you get to the list of options, then hit * 0.

I try this: it MAGICALLY UNLOCKS A QUEUE TO SPEAK TO A REAL PERSON!!! I'm now 53rd in line!!!

And before you think, oh this must be a symptom of all those recent government cuts:

THE REDDIT THREAD IS FROM 7 YEARS AGO!!!!!

FUCKING HELL. This is a KNOWN ISSUE!!!!

Wish I'd known there's already a known work around they could have fucking listed on the website so I could have added that to my complaint to the webmaster.

Guess I know what to tell them if/when they reply.

Reblog to save someone else in LA County from hell: Call (213) 972-0970 - wait for the list of options, then press * followed by 0 to get to the real person call line.

[scarlett-ggv]

Reflection and perfection.

Bumblebee x Reader

Maybe it's the wind gently blowing through your hair. Or the contribution of the sun by illuminating your face, allowing a better view of the tone of your eyes. Simply wonderful like those well-formed clouds that adorned the sky.

It was wonderful, magical, pretty… How can a person look so pretty and so real at the same time? You were there, right there. By your side, doing whatever you're doing and thinking about whatever you're thinking about. He can feel you, he can see you. It can see you from head to toe and how it undertakes a journey of a few centimeters through your hair to reach the ends of it, shiny.

It was just unreal. Spiritual and physical so unreal. How your eyes are the reflection of combined colors and a record of infinite scenarios united with natural sensations, so beautiful that they make those past memories that torment him day and night flee from his mind. Like a gust of wind, like a momentary illusion, fast and fleeting like a star.

But comparing you to a star wouldn't do justice to what he sees, only you. He longs for an opportunity, nothing more, but a look from you, enough to mark a feeling in his heart, with the same impact as a knife and a petal of the most fragile rose in his beautiful world. That was the mess inside him, it was uncomfortable not being able to control that when he saw your lips. It was, at the same time, also charming, charming those thoughts that abound in just a couple of seconds, involuntary. Where every time you do your job, a small smile tries to appear. An unknown sensation when thinking about your lips, with violent depth, longing as before to touch them, feel them and maybe, just maybe, be the owner of them, one day. Just someday.

If I could, I would look for the exact place inside his mind to find the very word of what he can feel about you, even if it is minimal. I would force everyone to feel it, to see if they are also amazed by the sensation. Everything about you.

Coming from another world was no longer so strange for him, he had met other humans, other customs and faces. I had discovered attitudes and above all that gesture of joy when you saw the team also bringing with them their own happiness. Impossible to ignore. Primus knew it, and she knew that he knew what she felt every exact moment when he was with her at every inexact moment.

''I know you do''

Those words ended the comfortable silence that existed between them and Bumblebee almost tensed when he heard that voice that according to him is synonymous with enjoying hearing a bird sing in nature and the perfect synchronization of instruments that together make a melody. He knows what you mean, you know he's looking at you

He saw you turn around looking at him, a clash of glances, innocent for you and a loss for him, so much so that it seems like you're doing it on purpose, perfection impossible. You blinked, and he nodded lntamene, without taking his gaze off your face, he doesn't hesitate, he stays like that.

''I know'' he thinks, unable to speak and express with a few words so many things stored inside him, he has the radio but it is not the same. He is not ashamed to look at your lips, close. He runs over your face from your lips to a trip back to your eyes, while you smile, closing your eyes and turning around again, shy, he loves it.

You feel small, you are. You notice it every time you remember that your height is synonymous with the difference between you, worlds and species. There is a hint of guilt, but you know that nothing will happen, never mutual. But him? He doesn't want to waste time, time is for now gold, like exhausted Energon… So valuable, reminding him how unfair life is when deciding that your steps on earth will disappear in a few years, that he will no longer be able to help you. contemplate as now. So unfair.

Él pone una mano en tu barbilla dubitativamente, algo dubitativo pero que no se nota, dejas de sonreír y te concentras en la situación, tragas saliva, mirándolo a los ojos siendo incapaz de apartar la mirada, ni a ningún lado… Él aparta la mirada. Te mira. Hubiera sido solo un beso lo que hubiera cambiado todo, el destino de ambos y tantas cosas. Pero sabe que será un recuerdo, y duele. Ese pensamiento duele mientras los segundos pasan y siguen como están. Hubiera bastado solo un movimiento para lograr lo que anhela. Pero no puede. Él nunca fue un cobarde, había luchado junto a Optimus Prime como mano derecha para eliminar algunos decepticons, pero en cuanto a sentimientos tampoco lo era. ¿Qué cambió? Nada, fue solo tu presencia.

He left you, looked ahead, taking his gaze away from yours. You hesitated, you thought. You turned around a little nervously without smiling while you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, adjusted your book and remained silent. He looked ahead, the timing of this scenario combined with your beauty and feelings would have been so perfect, but he is not capable. So, now both of us sitting looking at the landscape, alone. They know and are aware of what is happening. But no one speaks

You speak, he looks at you out of the corner of his eye for a second when you do, wanting to say so many things, but he can't. Answering you in his mind.

''The landscape is beautiful''

''I know''

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(I'm sorry if it's poorly worded, the translator is against me. IJDIHUEEDJI)

I'm sorry if the writing is rubbish, I have two reasons.

1.- I am new to writing

2.- I speak Spanish and I use the translator. It's their fault, I swear! AJJSDHJKSAJHAJJAJ

Bye <3

[cas-azul]

What if Ax restarted the Stardust universe in Otome game mode and things were different? Where Stan and Ford are raised outside the cult and Will is reborn as a human.

Well, thanks to a friend of mine who thought of this AU, I made this curious version in the format of a dating otome game 🤣 but even though everything seems nice, it's not; there's still a threat in that universe.

Summary: The entire city is shaken by mysterious disappearances, and a detective follows clues that seem to lead to a prestigious university where the adventure unfolds.

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Qué pasaría si Ax reiniciará el universo de Stardust modo juego Otome y ¿dónde las cosas fueran diferentes? Donde Stan y Ford son criados fuera de la secta y Will renace cómo humano.

Pues gracias a una amiga mía qué pensó en este AU, hice está curiosa versión en formato juego otome de citas 🤣 pero aunque todo parezca bonito no lo es, aún hay una amenaza en ese universo.

Resumen: Toda la ciudad se ve sacudida por misteriosas desapariciones, un detective sigue pistas qué parecen guiar a una prestigiosa universidad donde se desarrolla la aventura.

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Personajes/ Characters:

William Rigel (protagonist):

The promising "little star" of the university and future astrophysicist. Since he arrived, he has gained notable popularity; far from being bothered by it, he seems to enjoy being admired and shining.

It also seems to have caught the attention of some students and the university rector.

However, the disappearance of his best friend Ross, along with other kids, puts the entire institution on alert; a detective believes he could be the next potential victim. He must tread carefully if he wants to solve this mystery and save his friend.

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William Rigel (protagonista):

La prometedora “estrellita” de la universidad y futuro astrofísico. Desde qué llegó ha adquirido notable popularidad, lejos de molestarle parece disfrutar ser admirado y brillar.

También parece haber captado la atención de algunos estudiantes y del rector de la universidad.

Sin embargo la desaparición de su mejor amiga Ross, junto con otros chicos, pone alerta a toda la institución, un detective cree qué podría ser la próxima potencial víctima. Deberá ir con cuidado si quieres resolver este misterio y salvar a su amiga.

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Stanley Gleeful:

When you met him, you thought he was going to beat you up and shove you into a locker for humiliating his brother in a science competition, but it wasn't like that. You had a "thing" together, but it was never anything serious, really.

He has a scholarship at the university for his performance in sports. Despite being intimidating, he is quite fun, but he won't hesitate to remind you of the 'nice moments' in private. They say where there was fire, ashes remain.

He usually goes to the gym and fraternity parties.

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Stanley Gleeful:

Cuando lo conociste creíste qué iba a darte una paliza y meterte en un casillero por humillar a su hermano en una competencia de ciencias, pero no fue así. Tuvieron “historia” juntos por así decirlo, nunca fue nada serio en realidad.

Tiene una beca en la uni por su desempeño en deportes, pese a ser intimidante es bastante divertido pero, no dudará en recordarte los ‘momentos bonitos’ en privado, bien dicen qué donde hubo fuego cenizas quedan.

Normalmente frecuenta el gym y fiestas de fraternidades.

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Ford Gleeful:

After you beat him for first place in a science project competition in the first year, he decided to become your official academic rival, but it doesn't bother you; you suppose it makes things more entertaining and challenging.

He can be arrogant and haughty at times, but very passionate about his work, which is something to admire.

Just like his brother, he got a scholarship, but for his high grades; clearly, he is very intelligent, and yet you've kicked his ass more times than he has yours in those competitions that take place once every semester. He always carries a journal with him, you don't know what he writes in it.

He usually frequents the laboratory and the library.

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Ford Gleeful:

Luego de qué le ganarás el primer lugar en una competencia de proyectos de ciencias el primer año, decidió volverse tu rival académico oficial, pero no te molesta, supones qué hace las cosas más entretenidas y desafiantes.

Es un engreído y soberbio por momentos, pero muy apasionado en su trabajo, algo de admirar.

Al igual qué su hermano obtuvo una beca, pero por sus altas calificaciones, claramente es muy inteligente y aún así le has pateado el trasero más veces qué él a tí en esas competencias que se realizan una vez cada semestre. Siempre lleva un diario consigo, no sabes qué escribe allí.

Normalmente frecuenta el laboratorio y la biblioteca.

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Fiddleford McGucket:

One of your best friends, both of you go to the same university and are also roommates, you usually study together for shared subjects even though you're not in the same carrer, he's one of the best engineers you know, you think that if he were more self-confident, he would be very recognized and popular, yet he prefers to keep a low profile.

He is kind and very smart, always willing to help.

He is very good at playing the banjo and invites you to Dungeons and Dragons sessions with Ross; you feel that with him, you can be yourself.

He usually hangs out in the gardens and likes to spend time in the room playing music.

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Fiddleford McGucket:

Uno de tus mejores amigos, ambos van a la misma universidad y además son compañeros de cuarto, suelen estudiar juntos para materias compartidas aunque no están en la misma carrera, es uno de los mejores ingenieros qué conoces, crees qué si fuera más seguro de sí mismo sería muy reconocido y popular, aún así él prefiere el perfil bajo. Es amable y muy listo, siempre dispuesto a ayudar.

Es muy bueno tocando el banjo y quien te invita a partidas de calabozos y dragones junto con Ross, sientes qué con él puedes ser tu mismo.

Normalmente frecuenta los jardines y le gusta pasar tiempo en el cuarto tocando música.

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Bill Cipher:

The university rector, a very peculiar but brilliant man in his own way, is usually very charismatic. He usually helps and benefits those students who stand out and make his university shine, he is passionate about stars and space like you.

He tries to help uncover the criminal who caused the disappearances, considering that "you shouldn't trust anyone" until they find the person responsible for ruining the reputation of their institution.

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Bill Cipher:

El rector de la universidad, un hombre muy raro pero brillante a su modo, suele ser muy carismático. Suele ayudar y beneficiar a aquellos estudiantes qué destaquen y hagan lucir su universidad, es apasionado de las estrellas y el espacio cómo tú.

Intenta ayudar a descubrir al criminal qué causó las desapariciones, considera qué “no deben confiar en nadie” hasta descubrir al responsable qué arruina la reputación de su institución.

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Ross:

Your best friend, a young woman with a lot of character and a great athlete according to you.

She was the last to disappear, she never returned from a training session you had promised to attend, but you didn't show up. She seemed a bit restless and paranoid about something, you feel guilty for leaving her alone, but you will do everything possible to find her.

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Ross:

Tu mejor amiga, una joven de mucho carácter y una gran deportista según tú.

Fue la última en desaparecer, nunca volvió de un entrenamiento al qué habías prometido asistir, pero no llegaste. Parecía algo inquieta y paranoica sobre algo, te sientes culpable por dejarla sola, pero harás lo imposible por encontrarla.

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Gliese:

One of the missing young women was the Gleeful twins' babysitter, especially for Stan since Ford spent more time in extracurricular classes. She worked as a babysitter to earn some money and study the rest of the time. She has a sweet and maternal attitude, Stan often calls her "his platonic love." After graduate she works as a nurse in the university

She was last seen at the bus station heading home.

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Gliese:

Una de las jóvenes desaparecidas, fue niñera de los gemelos Gleeful especialmente para Stan ya qué Ford pasaba más tiempo en clases extra curriculares. Trabajaba cómo niñera para ganar algo de dinero y estudiar el resto del tiempo. Tiene una actitud dulce y maternal, Stan suele llamarla “su amor platónico”. Después de graduarse trabajó como enfermera en la universidad.

Fue vista por última vez en la estación de bus volviendo a casa.

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Chara:

Lab partner of Ford, and classmate of Fidds, one of the missing, often very enthusiastic and curious in investigations and experiments, usually called the "trial and error girl" for volunteering as a test subject, she is quite helpful, curious, and calm, also very intelligent, often ranking among the top positions in the semester competition after Ford and Will.

She disappeared after staying late on a lab project.

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Chara:

Compañera de laboratorio de Ford, y compañera de clases de Fidds, una de las desaparecidas, a menudo muy entusiasta y curiosa en las investigaciones y experimentos, habitualmente llamada la chica de la “prueba y error” por ofrecerse cómo sujeto de prueba, es bastante servicial, curiosa y calmada, también muy inteligente siendo a menudo de los primeros puestos en la competencia semestral después de Ford y Will.

Desapareció luego de quedarse hasta tarde en un proyecto del laboratorio.

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Delta and Equulei:

The little ones that Fidds looked after as a babysitter and Axo's nephews, their disappearance shocked the entire city. They live relatively close to the campus, often sneaking through the gardens. They asked Fidds to teach them how to play music. They are mischievous and curious. They were last seen lurking around the gardens.

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Delta y Equulei:

Los pequeños qué cuida Fidds cómo niñero y sobrinos de Axo, su desaparición conmocionó a toda la ciudad, viven relativamente cerca del campus, a menudo se escabullían entre los jardines, le pidieron a Fidds aprender a tocar música. Son traviesos y curiosos. Se los vio por última vez merodeando los jardines.

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Axo:

Detective assigned to investigate the disappearances, his case seems to lead to a prestigious university. However, things get complicated when his young nephew and niece were kidnapped. Despite the insistence of his superiors to drop the case due to the delicacy of the situation, he is not willing to do so.

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Axo:

Detective asignado para investigar las desapariciones, su caso parece conducir a una prestigiosa universidad. Sin embargo las cosas se complican cuando sus pequeños sobrinos son secuestrados. Pese a la insistencia de sus superiores por dejar el caso por lo delicado de la situación, él no está dispuesto a hacerlo.

[franki-lew-yo]

For a moment, I feel the need to give more credit to Lauren Faust and G4 MLP’s design and style. I want to explain why it fundamentally worked despite the ponies having small faces, and what about G5's artstyle does not.

Horses are annoying to draw (deceptively complex faces, legs, postures and feet compared to other ungulates) and so also annoying to toon-ify and chibi-fy even for veterans of this craft. No matter how glitter-sparkly the magical horse, we ALL KNOW there's ways this can go horribly wrong:

I think donkeys are easier to cartoonify than horses. They have naturally shorter faces so making them into chibis or babu cartoons is easier.

HOWEVER, I will say G1 and G2 My Little Pony generations box art and cartoons mostly had the facial proportions right. Yes, the face+muzzle was still super short, but A) not unbelievable to some real life equines, and b) it’s a chibified, ‘consolidated’ version of a horse face proportionally:

Of course there were bizarro moments, especially in My Little Pony Tales, but for the most part the series kept the ‘characterized horse face’-tropes for the characters. As a child and even as an adult I'm gonna level with you: I NEVER MINDED the lack of visible hooves or fetlocks for My Little Ponies toys.

What I did mind was the way the way the ponies carried themselves and walked in these shows.

They walked and frolicked like wobbly dogs. Even when they weren't replicating humans creepily like in My Little Pony Tales, the ponies movements were really weird. And because the movements were weird it made the fetlock-less hooves on the animated or DRAWN characters more nub-stub like than they're supposed to be.

The G3 cartoons and box art (besides being bad, writing wise. sns) REALLY emphasized the large-ness of the eyes on the ponies over the previous gens. Obviously the eyes on the first gen ponies were always big and detailed, but Gen 3 really went nuts with that big-ness of those eyes on the face. This style works just fine on cartoon-fied deer and caprids but not at all on horses, cows or elephants. BUT, I'm gonna be fair, I don't think the G3 pones don't somehow look like horses.

Something that to me really hurt G3’s art and specials were how static the ponies felt anatomically. I guess I don’t remember them being played with much in the older gens, but the way in which the G3 ponies never emoted with their ears knocks them down. G3’s body autonomy was even worse even before they ever got to ‘chibi’ era in the late 2000s. The ponies ALWAYS walked way too statically ALL the time and that just brought attention to how unhorselike they were to me, a kid who loved animals and even cutesy stylized animals.

Highkey kind of hate how G3 defenders keep saying ‘at least their faces are long’ as if that’s literally the only thing that matters when it comes to cartoon horse. K, then I’ll watch something with horse-furries or rubber-hose cartoons because horses legs and bodies don’t remotely look like like globs of cheese sticks blocking along.

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So then Lauren Faust comes in and given what she’s worked on, she definitely knows ‘compact’ features on cartoon animals. For the alicorns and male ponies she keeps the angular ‘long face’ feeling (seen here on a Bratz pony) but for the main female characters the ponies have super small muzzles and snouts. Within her style I really like how the ponies are drawn.

Still, not gonna lie, they DO otherwise look more like chibi xmas deer if they look like any ungulates at all. It's why I think this looked better for Faust's designs of the reindeer in Them's Fighting Herds. Compact, but still obviously a deer and a reindeer specifically.

((as an aside, I don't mind chibi/retro 'bambi'-lookin cartoon deer for Christmas, but I do deeply prefer reindeer being chungus cowdeers))

What I personally defend about the G4 ponies has all to do with the proportions of the compact face. Their eyes are still too big and still too close to their muzzles, but not SO close together that they read as a lizard or a cat. This made it cute whenever you saw a pony looking down their snout or from an under-angle.

The most ‘un-horse-like’ feature was always when the ponies would be seen front front on, though even then I would say it follows the rule of horse-face perspective; it COULD definitely be better but it wasn't the worst:

^Show vs what the ponies SHOULD look like^

The ponies’ ‘side eye’ view was never too alienating for me. Most of the G4 ponies chose to have the characters be seen and look good from the side as that is still where these horse characters have their enormous eyes.

You'll notice though, especially once the movie came along, how comfortable G4 eventually got with doing a more dynamic face angle that, while maybe easier to make the characters 'emote' widely, also really drew attention to the shortness of the face.

A big thing that really stood out to me with Friendship is Magic is how the ponies’ body anatomy worked. This was another thing that made them feel a lot more horse-like and caused me to not care about things like missing felocks or the smol faces. Ponies would emote with their ears like real horses; the way they carried their legs and used them to pick up or point felt more horse-like. It was really cute.

The animation style and software meant that the walking animation for things like cantering, galloping and idle horse movements worked. The way they reared up or kicked stuff behind them felt a million times more natural than what you'd get in Generations 1-3.

Ultimately I too would prefer fetlocks and some longer faces, BUT never to the degree that I found the g4 ponies ‘not horses’ somehow.

I wish I was a better horse/animal cartoonist-artist so I could break this down better in words. It was never a ‘Catscratch’ problem for me w G4 ponies (i.e the characters looked so unlike their original animal that I didn’t really recognize them as that animal anymore). But, I get the complaint. In the world of anthropomorphism part of the appeal is the abstraction BUT ALSO identification of real animal features on a character to make them appealing to a human audience. Werewolves and wolf-furries are as pretty, cute or terrifying in whatever way the artist decides to make them more (or less) like the animal; Some werewolves are just humans with wolf faces, some are a really creepy half-animal hybrid ala American Werewolf in London, point is they all work for their intended purposes. When you draw a wolf character badly (bad face proportions, visible whiskers like a cat) it doesn’t just bother the animal-loving side of the brain, it bothers the character’s appeal.

Gen 4 was highly stylized but it never became that kind of uncanny in how they drew their equines, and that had all to do with how Faust specifically designed them originally.

All this to say what makes the Gen 5 ponies ugly and feel less horse like really IS all in the face and body. The G5 ponies have the same face length as G4 but the G5 ponies all have eyes waaaay closer to their muzzles. All of them. They all got Disney-same-face-syndrome-Elsa -ace both in 2D and 3D animation. It doesn’t look right. Their gates, walking and running animation is also not nearly as good as Gen 4.

Every time I see their fetlocks and more detailed markings I actually wince more than I do appreciate them. Because they’re combined so much with the most unhorselike bodies and faces, I don’t really care that they get fetlocks. Who cares about fetlocks? Your horse has a human face.

That’s really what the problem is with Gen 5's artstyle and I’d argue a lot of chibi horse creatures. Small cartoon horses CAN work. Their faces don’t have to be ‘long’ but they have to otherwise look the way a horse’s face looks. Otherwise you aren’t making horse-creatures, you’re making creatures with details like a horse ala the way mobians look in Sonic, but not-horse creatures. And they ugly.

I hate the newfangled designs of the Gen 5 characters. I think all the extra detail makes them overdesigned and an eyesore. The mane 6 combined with Spike, Celestia and the CMC all had really good color theory applied to them so that whether they were in a group or alone the colors fit the scene.

Gen 5 feels like the designers looked at a bunch of fan redesigns of Gen 4 but took the overdesigned, animation-unfriendly elements of them and went NUTS. WHY does Izzy's horn or the wings on the pegasus ponies NEED to have that extra intricate detail? Answer: They DON'T and it doesn't really look much better in either 2D or 3D.

The extra patterns are also too much on these already-unhorse like horse things. It feels like it's compensating for the unhorselikeisms. It's frankly unappealing to me as someone who's teenage-hood was dominated by alicorns and already garish colors of these bobblehorses. Ponyhead from Star vs the Forces of Evil looked more like a horse than the Gen 5 ponies.

Gen 5 MLP is not bad, but I would take Gen 4's artstyle ANY DAY.

Gen 4 wasn't good because 'it was Gen 4 and Gen 4 is somehow immune from criticism'; it was good in the sense that in the early seasons the writers and art directors had an idea of what they were doing while the later seasons and later gens DID NOT.

[dispotatorulzz]

Final pones !!!

I still wanna do a size comparison for em all and have some sketch ideas but the main things are done :))

me talking bout em under the cut (spoilers)

Edit: I changed Grefgore's cutie mark and changed the image ^^ !!!

OK. I struggled a lot with Shiloh's cutie mark actually 😭😭 I didn't know what to do at first but I eventually decided on a sort of wanting to explore and see the world and also draw it ! I think it works :)!! Grefgore's was straight forward enough LMAO. He's also supposed to be alot bigger I made him a Clydesdale (and also base unicorns off deer) so this one drawing isn't exactly accurate but he looked weird being a lot bigger than Shiloh in this

So Emizels and Shiloh's parents LMAO. The queen is an alicorn and Emizel's dad (I'm assuming is the guy from ep one) is an earth pony so . Seeing as mama is an alicorn it's ok for them to be kinda different. I KNOW they're like twins but I don't think it's entirely impossible for them to be different races of pony since mama is an alicorn and alicorns got some fucked up magic going on /lh. Shiloh and Emizel do become alicorns at some point because like the princes and all but they have to earn it 💪💪💪. Like an end of journey reward or smthn.

Also all the vamps have an extra detail on their cutie mark for the vampire thing ! After turned or if they're born as it doesn't matter but they get the wings and blood drops under it . Shiloh only has the blood drops because his aura is read as human so I assume he's only like half vamp

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loved you from the start — johnny cade x ponyboy curtis.

or, four times that johnny and pony were in love + the one time they noticed

warnings, nothing extreme! mostly fluff :3 extreme apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

word count : 3.4k

authors note, @not-actually-human ; hiya! here's your secret valentines gift! i hope you enjoy it—i definitely enjoyed writing it haha! <3 ND SO SORRY IT'S LATE SOBBING ( @outsiders-gift-exchanges )

links : quotev link / ao3 link / wattpad link

" it is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream .

"Jeez Soda, why do you gotta be like that?" Ponyboy asked, words drawled as he frowned at his older brother who was messing around with Steve. "Now Darry's gonna blame me!" He complained, gesturing to the broken glass as he groaned loudly.

"Awe, don't worry Pony, it'll be fiiine." Soda had dragged out the last word, making it seem even less fine than Pony had originally felt. As Pony pouted, arms crossed and bottom lip jutted out, Two-Bit walked by.

"C'mon horseman, pony up," Two joked, giggling at his own joke—even though it didn’t make sense—as he ruffled Pony's hair, the younger one batting his hand away before he could do any real damage. Most everyone glanced towards the door when they heard it open—Pony being too distracted by smoothing down his hair—, Dallas and Johnny stepped in.

"Droppin' off the kid," Dally spoke, saluting at everyone before heading back out too quick for anyone to try and get him to stay. As the door slammed closed, they all went back to what they were doing. Two-Bit sitting on the couch, nursing a hangover he hoped to be gone soon, Soda cleaning up the glass, hoping not to cut himself, Steve—who should probably be helping, wasn't, and Pony back to pouting now that his hair was fixed.

Johnny offered a weak wave to the youngest when he came to sit down on the chair across the table. Pony nodded as a greeting back, shifting in his seat with a sudden embarrassment of pouting.

He didn’t know Johnny very well. Despite there being a few months between their first meeting and now–it was hard to know someone when they didn’t talk much about themselves. And the older still seemed shy around the group. Soda always said that Johnny would open up soon enough though. And Soda was always right. On social topics, that is.

"Heya Johnnycake, how're ya doing?" Steve questioned as he came by, squeezing Johnny's shoulders.

Johnny mumbled out a fine, nodding his head as he glanced at Steve without moving his head, watching as the older finally gave up to Soda's pestering and went to help him with the glass.

"You doin' alright?" Pony added, focusing his attention on the male across from him. Another nod was the response he got. "You sure?" Pony pushed lightly, stretching across the table slightly to get closer to Johnny.

Johnny shifted his head up to let Pony see his full face. And then the older smiled. Just a small quirk of the lips, but a smile. "Yeah Pone," Johnny started. "Fine."

Pony nodded immediately and backed away, making sure not to stare at the other's face too long. He's sure he turned red, having never seen Johnny's actual smile before, but . . .

Man, was that cute.

"Heya Johnny, have you studied for the science test yet?"

And that's how Johnny Cade found himself crossing the street to the library, the younger male beside him, Ponyboy Curtis. He's pretty sure he mumbled something about not wanting to study, but he figures he should. Try, at least.

"What do we even study?" Johnny questioned, desperate enough to know the answer that he voiced his concern.

"Textbooks, other . . . science things," Pony shrugged.

Johnny nodded despite the answer he got, and the two continued in comfortable silence to the library. Soon enough, they were sitting at a table in a relatively empty room, and Johnny snatched the nearest science textbook Pony had brought over.

His head shot up when a sudden thump sounded, and he quickly found the source being Pony—who had dropped a pile of books on the table. "What's all that?" He asked, hand resting on the textbook already in front of him to save his page.

The younger shrugged again. "More textbooks," he offered vaguely, but Johnny merely nodded again, eyes darting back down to the book in front of him as he saw Pony go and start reading a book from of the corner of his eye.

Hours passed—was probably only an hour or so though—, and even though he was barely halfway through the textbook, Johnny pushed his chair away from the table to go and walk around the library. He usually liked the quietness it held, and he knew that Pony loved coming here. A win-win he guesses. He doesn't get much silence, and Pony needs someone to go with.

He stepped through the plethora of shelves that only really reached up to his neck, but he was short. Knew it from all the times people rested their arms on his shoulders. Hated how it made him seem even younger than he already looked. 

Black colored eyes drifted lazily across the books and he passed through a few shelves, focus landing on a familiar title. He crouched to get a closer look at the spine, reaching out to tug it towards him slightly—taking a peek at the cover before he slid it out between its place held by two other books. 

Great Expectations. They were reading this in class, weren't they? Johnny flipped through the pages, skimming what words he could catch. Tucking the book under his forearm—holding it with his hand—he headed back to Ponyboy.

Pony, too engrossed in his textbook—for reasons Johnny would never understand—didn't take notice of Johnny approaching, jumping slightly when the other tapped his shoulder. "What's up?"

"You feel like reading somethin' else?" Johnny said, offering up the book to Pony, placing it on the table and sliding it over with a single finger.

It took Pony a second, eyes flicking from the book to Johnny and back again, before he picked up the book. "We're reading this in class though," Pony said, flipping through the pages slowly.

"Yeah, I know. But I haven't been reading it so how about catchin' me up?" Johnny asked hopefully, what was an attempt at a persuading smile on his face.

Pony looked long and hard at Johnny one last time before he relented. "Okay," He agreed, sighing as he reached over and grabbed the nearest chair, pulling it towards himself and patting it.

Johnny quickly moved to sit down in the seat offered, watching as Pony flipped around in the book again. "Have you read anything?"

"Yeah—! Maybe the first couple of chapters or somethin',"  Johnny offered, thinking. "I think."

His last addition of words got a deadpanned look from Pony as the younger flipped to the start of the book, and started reading; caring less when Johnny leaned closer as if to read the words on his own.

A few minutes later Johnny settled himself a spot where his head lay on Pony's shoulder, listening intently to Ponyboy's voice. It was soft, perfect for reading things aloud. Smooth and barely struggled with the bigger words that Johnny's sure even Darry wouldn't know.Pony continued on, a mix of his voice, the pages turning, and the dull quietness of the library luring Johnny's eyes closed.

The book reminded him of those days after Mr. and Mrs. Curtis had died—don't ask him why. It was quite bright out, but there was a grayness to the world that Johnny'd never seen before. Like a shadow had been cast over everything, dulling its color and therefore its importance. The things that had been shining those days were Darry, Soda, and Ponyboy—even though they had the dullest color of all the days.

He just remembers trying to be there for the three, having not the slightest clue of what to do or how to help them. He just sat there. Let Pony cling to him as he sobbed his eyes out.

Johnny sighed, opening his eyes again, blinking. He straightened, looking out the window, finding some time had passed. He looked back over to his left, seeing Pony letting out a long breath, and rolling his shoulders back, casually flipping through the book.

"Sorry Pone, must've fallen asleep."

Pony shook his head, like a sign telling Johnny that it was fine. Johnny nodded his head along, and they were left in a blanket of silence. Johnny's gaze was cast downwards as he thought, and he lifted it to speak up; but he got beat by Ponyboy.

"We should head back—Darry's gonna have my ass for stayin' out longer," He said, glancing at Johnny. And the listener nodded once again, pressing his mouth closed, lips forming a straight line as he stood up, pushing his chair in.

It was only as they were walking out—after replacing all the textbooks and Pony deciding to take one home—that Johnny realized he didn't remember any of the studying he did. Deciding to not speak up about it, he shrugged it off. It was better, what the situation had turned out to be. More enjoyable. For sure.

Johnny watched the track intently, sun beating down on his back but he didn't pay attention to it. He was currently searching for Ponyboy Curtis, best friend, and really the only person he came here for. He barely missed a meet in the entirety of Pony starting track, why would he start now?

Though he had come a few minutes late, Pony probably thought he wasn't coming. He wouldn't miss it—that's what he'd said at Pony's first meet. Still held up now.

He perked up slightly when he noticed a familiar brunet—who was scanning the metal bleachers just as Johnny had been searching the teams. Gazes met, and smiles appeared. 

Johnny loved Pony's smile. He had to admit it; the way his eyes lit up with them, highlighting the green that Pony oh so ever hated. Johnny liked the color in them though, gave some uniqueness. Like Pony needed any more though.

Johnny's smile was hesitant, slow to form. Always was, even now. With how comfortable he was with the gang, Pony especially, you'd figure he'd grow out of it. But no, his smile would forever look shy.

The same thing with the greeting of a wave. Pony's was loud—not really—and Johnny's was barely the lift of a hand. Complete opposites, you might say, but they weren't. Not really.

As the runners lined up, Johnny leaned back slightly to relax—there were only a few people who had shown up to this one ( track was never a popular sport. at least from what Johnny saw ), and thankfully he had enough room. He never really understood track, it's just a bunch of kids running to cross a line first, right? Whatever it was, he'd cheer Pony on.

If Johnny was bolder, he would've been one of those embarrassing friends—to mention a few: Dallas and Two-Bit—and jumped up, yelling supportive things and cheered when Pony won either second, first, or third place. Which he did, however, win second place.

Johnny figures you're supposed to head back to your coach, leader, whatever, but what he didn't expect is for Pony to come racing up to him.

Even though his eyes widened in surprise ( and half embarrassment—he's sure people are wondering why the second place winner is running up to a random kid ), he stood up quickly to make sure Pony didn't trip in front of him.

But that only added to the 'oof' effect when Pony practically ran into him, throwing his arms around Johnny's neck and almost toppling the two over if Johnny hadn't found his footing.

"Hey Pone," He coughed, "Congrats, man."

Pony pulled away, still holding Johnny by the shoulders, excitement tracing his features. "Man Johnny, I did it!" He exclaimed, grinning widely.

"Yeah Pone, 'course you did," Johnny offered a smile, huffing out a laugh. Both heads turned when Pony's name got called, and Pony started backwards, looking back at Johnny to make sure he could go.

The gesture was weird, but Johnny nodded his chin towards where the name had been called, sinking down to his seat and watched Pony skip into a jog—back over to his team.

Johnny smiled slightly at the back of Ponyboy's head. The sun made Pony look ethereal even as the younger was looking all ruffled from the meet. A word popped into the back of Johnny's mind, and the raven haired squinted slightly, before brushing it off.

He'd make sure to tell Pony that some time. In the far, far future.

"Really Pone, I'm okay," Johnny said for the tenth time, voice cracking slightly. His black eyes watched as Pony paced around a bit, looking for the first aid kid. "Everyone's got a few injuries," he added weakly, knowing he wasn't going to win this conversation.

Ponyboy didn't answer until he had found the first aid kit tucked somewhere behind or near the fridge. "Sure Johnny," he agreed sarcastically, tossing Soda a band-aid that the older Curtis brother had asked for previously. "Darry, I found it!" Pony yelled to wherever Darry had been looking, and the rest of the gang headed towards the living room.

"Thanks Little Buddy," Darry mumbled, taking the kit and shifting through the stuff thrown inside. The materials they had were dwindling down every rumble they had, but what else could they do about it except toss a new pack of band-aids in it every month or so?

As the kit got handed around, Johnny denied it when it was offered to him, save for snatching a band-aid. He figured he could just clean the cuts he had and call it good. About to push himself to his feet and head to the sink, a rag was suddenly shoved in his face.

He backed up from it slightly as if it was haunted. Johnny slowly raised his head to meet the eyes of the person offering it, already knowing he was going to see Pony. The two youngest held eye contact, a staring contest of sorts.

Johnny's eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and they stood there silently for a full minute or two—everyone rustling around them—before Johnny groaned, gaze flickering away. "Fine," he mumbled, shifting to sit down on the floor, only to have Pony point to the couch.

Lips pursed into a childish pout, Johnny flopped down on the floor anyway, causing a muttering of annoyance to leave Pony's lips before the younger sat down across, scooting closer until their knees brushed. Leaning closer still, Pony reached up with the damp rag and started brushing it against the drying blood on Johnny's face.

It wasn't like this was anything new to Johnny—sure he's had people clean his injuries before—, but it was never as gently as Pony was doing it. Ponyboy always had a gentle touch though. Ran in the family.

Johnny swallowed, eyes darting everywhere, unsure where to look. After a moment he gave up, resting his gaze on the male in front of him, still handling him so gently—it would be an understatement to say Johnny felt like crying. He felt like downright sobbing, and he didn't know why.

Tears welling up in his eyes, he flinched away from Pony slightly, trying to play them off like he had touched a sensitive spot. "Sorry Johnny," the youngest whispered.

The raven haired shrugged it off, letting Pony start tending to his injuries once again. He sniffed slightly, subtly. He willed himself not to start crying in front of everyone, but after Pony had finished placing the last band-aid on his forehead—the brunet tugged him into a hug. 

"'m sorry for fussin' over you. You just didn't look so great afterwards and—"

There were those fucking tears again. Someone cared. Someone cared about stupid ol' him—Johnny Cade. Kicked puppy, following anyone he could for shelter. Pony was still talking, but Johnny couldn't focus on anything but keeping himself from crying. He wasn't a stupid bawl baby, he wasn't.

He sucked in a breath, and wrapped his arms around Pony in return, burying his head in the crook of his shoulder, hoping that would help in disguising his failure. Water pricked the edges of his eyes and soon spilled out. Tears trailing rivulets down his face, he was suddenly pushed from the hug.

"Johnny? You okay?" Ponyboy asked, too loudly for the older's comfort, hands on his shoulders.

"What?" Johnny asked dumbly, reaching up to scrub at his eyes, trying to play it off as he sniffed again.

"Was it somethin' I said?" The words were asked weakly, concern creasing Pony's forehead as he stared. 

"Kinda." Was all the response Johnny felt like giving, before leaning forward and resting his forehead on Pony's shoulder, breathing slowly. 

". . . Thanks Pone."

"Still pretty," Johnny murmured, a small smile gracing his features as he watched the sun drift down and into the unknown. It always felt like a privilege whenever he managed to catch the shifting colors, darkening into the night sky—or brightening into the daylight. 

"Yeah," Pony dragged out his word slightly, sounding bored—Johnny knew he felt nothing of the sort though. Pony always got like this when he saw something pretty. Less focused on the world, and more focused on the beauty. "Real pretty," Pony added after a beat, probably snapping back to reality now that the sunset was dwindling on the last wisps.

Johnny nodded in agreement, shifting and bringing his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his knee. There was another moment of quiet between the friends. There always was. A silent agreement to let the buzz wear off—as Two-Bit had phrased it once. Somethin' pretty' always got you hyper ( but he had been drunk when he said it. when was he ever sober? well maybe with marcia ).

Johnny always figured they were just appreciating the lasts of the sunset though. Didn't like the relation to alcohol. As orange now faded into dark blue, Johnny let out a content sigh, closing his eyes slightly to relish the last memory of the sunset.

He opened his eyes when a chilly wind threaded through his hair, and he shivered. He never liked the cold; always had to be in it though.

"Real pretty," Pony repeated again, this time in a small, mindless whisper. He got the same response, a nod from Johnny, who glanced over at his friend from the corner of his eye—only to dart his gaze away the moment he noticed Pony was looking at him.

He was probably overreacting, right? There's no way Ponyboy Curtis just called him pretty. In a suave, subtle, cool way especially. Pony isn't suave. Right? Johnny reached up, rubbing at his eyes before dragging his hands down his face. He's going crazy for sure.

Sighing, Johnny leaned back, resting against the trashed car seat the lot always had. Pony scooted closer as he always did, now that the heat was fading and the cold was coming on.

"Cold?" A stupid question, he knew, but the silence was excruciating.

Pony answered with a low hum and Johnny's eyes flickered down, knowing that wasn't really an answer—but he didn't push it. Pony let out a small sigh, just as Johnny had done moments ago, and the younger leaned against Johnny slightly, eyes blinking closed.

"Heya Johnny."

"Yeah Pone?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah Pone."

Another hum. A tired one this time. "I mean it."

" . . . Yeah Pone. I love you too."

Pony let out a childish huff—when really he was disguising the nerves—and leaned up, turning slightly so he faced Johnny. "I mean it, Johnny. I do." His eyes were serious, not like the friendly 'i love you's they might've joked about a few times.

Johnny's mouth went dry. He was serious. The silence was deafening, but Johnny knew it was his fault. He should be responding, but he couldn't. He swallowed dryly, forcing his nerves down with it.

Pony said it. So it's alright. Right?

"Yeah Pone," He choked out for the millionth time too. "I love you too." Johnny knew he just repeated the words he had said before but with the way Pony's face lit up, he knew that Pony knew. It was genuine.

Pony reached over, and laced his fingers with Johnny's; lightly. With a glance up to make sure that was okay, the younger settled back down to closing his eyes and resting against Johnny.

A small grin adorned Johnny's features. They hadn't said anything else. But that'd be enough. Just for tonight.

A kiss to the head.

A squeeze of a hand.

The drifting of the breeze.

The stars blinking.

Johnny wouldn't have imagined anything more. Nothing perfect, because they weren't. They were them.

And that's all it took;

To fall in love.