#should i tag pinkie pie???

[hermosadesgraciacontemporanea]

I don't even know what im doing

[artbyramen]

[rhyme-draws-stuff]

Ponyamory! (digital version)

This is kinda old and I wasn't able to finish it, but I wanted to post what I have.

more stuff below cut

link to the original post

here's the original and a WIP version!

[luci-luck]

Earth “ponies” go first! MASSIVE autism dump comin’ atcha live

TW: ableism , grief , parental death (just in case the tags failed)

This is more so for me but I still wanted to share 🫶

Sandstone (Pinkie):

- b i g puppy energy

- Built for work but prefers to play

- Has crystal pony genes but depression makes them subdued. Can only go full crystal mode in a moment of pure and raw jubilation.

- after constantly being told who she’s supposed to be, they rejected the idea of labels entirely

- no labels for gender or sexuality means loving Pinkie does not impact your sexuality score!

- (intersex is not about gender but biological sex. That being said many intersex people use intergender as their gender as it relates to their experience as an intersex person.)

- deals with internalized ableism due to conservative fillyhood environment. Feels bad when they need to ask for help/support. Got herself an unofficial certificate in psychology so he can be his own therapist (it doesn’t work out)

- Parents would totally support the pony version of Autism Speaks just saying. Pinkie’s dad thinks neurodivergency is curable with hard work and the right attitude whilst her mom mourns the loss of her son after the diagnosis.

- ADHD makes xeir rejection sensitivity off the charts

- Internal battery runs on the company of others so can’t ever live alone.

- Had problems with food insecurity

- Relies on sugar as a steady supply of dopamine

- Can have moments of poor motor control. Clumsy

- Eyesight is bad but doesn’t wear glasses. Afraid that ponies will start thinking he is smart and they will expect even more from him. (In human world she wears contacts)

- Feels embarrassed being high support needs and just wants to be treated like everybody else. Hates when xer parents call her “special”

- Also hates being infantilized but is not confident in their decision making

- Xe is a sensory seeker unlike the rest of their family who are all sensory avoiders. Sisters compromise and try to meet his needs. Pinkie in turn tries to be mindful of their touch aversion but finds it hard sometimes. “Everypony’s just so scoop-able!”

- Trained Gummy to “stay”. Is very proud of his emotional support gator

Applejack:

- Is incredibly strong for her size

- feels like she has to constantly prove herself worthy of taking over the farm. Has gotten into arguments with Big Mac about overexerting herself

- Is a hinny (donkey mom and stallion dad) (ofc hinnies are supposed to have tails more like horse but I love the lion tail on AJ so 💁‍♀️) (I said mule in ALT text because most people don’t know what a hinny is)

- Because of this, she is more calm under pressure and thinks more logically

- has major depression from grief and ptsd (duh)

- Isn’t used to being in a stress free environment so she creates the stress

- Likes running the apple stand but certain families trigger her

- Obsessed with anything from the past generation. A time when her parents were young and happy

- Can be a bit insensitive to other’s problems and wants them to “put on their big girl pants” like she had to.

- Feels like she has to fill in the roles her parents used to do. Especially so Applebloom and Granny don’t have to stress over as many things.

- Was in the process of cutting her mane when she remembered that AB liked to braid it so she stopped half way.

- Is the mom of the friend group. Makes sure everyone’s needs are met before tending to her own. (Which is bad btw)

- Has problems with insomnia but getting better.

- Struggles with OCD and will repeat unnecessary tasks if she believes it will help protect her family

- Has an emotional support dog named Winona who also reminds AJ to take breaks 🐕‍🦺

- Sees no point in getting her chronic pain checked out. Will hopefully change her mind in the future. Wears leg braces to ease the soreness.

- Got diagnosed later on. Grief masked her autistic traits.

- Also has a hard time asking for help but has gotten better after she found out that Applebloom has been internalizing that mindset. She must lead by example

- Stick around long enough and she’ll happily invite you over with a hot cup of cider 🍺

- (Other people tend to fall in love while getting to know someone. Demiromantics however need to get to know the person first and then develop romantic feelings later)

- Thought she wasn’t capable of developing crushes until she got to know Coloratura.

[lemonsbakery]

Absolutely ABSURD

[synthetic-sonata]

august-september artdump bc i keep on slacking so theres only been some sketches recently ( I have Not Drawn a finished piece since july )

+ huge art dump of Messy Pen Test Doodles that i do when i download like 15 extra csp brushes i dont even need or use + General Extras as to not clog the post below

thank you for your time yayyyyy . whimsicott mocha for the trouble

[oceanwithouthermoon]

okay i just put this in the tags of a different post but now i have to put it in another post so i can talk about it more <3

celestia and luna : kusuo and kusuke is NOT a cut and dry comparison and neither of them fit one or the other perfectly.. for the most part, kusuo is celestia and kusuke is luna (kusuke lashing out because he thinks kusuo is better than him, that things are easier for kusuo, kusuo not understanding, etc etc.) but the problem with that by itself is that that goes BOTH ways in almost the same exact way, the biggest difference is in how they cope with it all.. kusuo also sees himself in luna A LOT, but unlike kusuke he keeps his issues bottled up and never once takes it out on him.. he competes back to kusuke, especially when they were kids, but for the most part he doesnt WANT to and only does it because either 1) kusuke tries to make him feel inferior or 2) kusuke BRIBES him to do it ???

they both think the other has it better and wish that they could live the others life, and neither of them understand the others struggles (and probably never will fully, but hopefully itll get better for them.)

kusuo definitely watched mlp and thinks of HIMSELF as the luna or the 'nightmare moon' of the two of them because, even though he hasnt ever actually lashed out in that way, he knows how perfectly capable of it he is and he believes himself to be some sort of monster.. and its not really a rational way for him to see things, especially since he doesnt even usually view kusuke in a positive light ? but lunas story just hits home with him that badly..

this is just one reason why i think it sucks that kusuo being "powerless" basically only lasted a weekend, because we totally couldve gotten to see a "celestia and luna switching cutie marks for a day" kind of dynamic between kusuo and kusuke.. obviously not with kusuke having powers, but with him being above kusuo and more powerful than the general human race and realizing that being better than kusuo isnt what he wanted it to be..

and seeing how absolutely depressed and in denial kusuo becomes at first when he starts getting his powers back wouldve hit so much harder for kusuke if it had been a slower realization before kusuo could begin accepting himself again

[iwakuraz]

its silly but this is a happy version of some old vent art I made a while ago. theres so much old vent art in my scrapbook it made me feel kinda bad so I drew pinkie pie being my bestie to feel better

[yourclownpal]

happy late Valentine's Day heres a human pinkie and her husband

RB PLZ(/nf)

extras under the cut

[sugarsprink]

MLP FIM: BEST MANE 6 SHIP BRACKET INTREST CHECK

i have an idea for a poll bracket on here but im not sure if i would wanna make the account before i do some kind of interest check? so maybe this can function as one: my idea is best mane 6 ship in mlp. so basically it would consist of all the ships all the mane 6 from mlp fim against each other to see which one comes out on top sticking with only 2 character pairings w no polycules mostly for simplicity sake, bc there is absolutely no way on god's green earth doing a bracket with every possible polycule between 6 characters would be feasible (way too many options) if my math is correct, this would lead to 20 possible pairings to battle it out (pinkie x applejack would be omitted on the accounts of possiblely being related/treating each other like family anyways)

would that be something people would be interested in? if so, please leave any kinds of notes on this, likes, rbs, comments and maybe share with people who might be interested? if i get enough interest i will go through with it

[pink-character-tournament]

Pinkie Pie should win. She's not just pink all over. She's not just named pink(amena). She's pink in spirit. She's pink it attitude. She's from a pink show, from a pink franchise. She embodies the happy, frilly, spirit of the color pink. Nopony deserves th-I mean. Nobody deserves the win more than her. Please vote for Pinkie Pie. It would make her friends very proud.

you really cant get more pink than pinkie pie tbh

[patrophthia]

mini skirt | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

wc: 3.5k

genre: smut (minors DNI), fluff, best friends to lovers, meddling blaise zabini just coz, they’re in love 🤢🤢, self indulgent im so sorry for the person i am

smut tags: dry humping, coming untouched, (very little) oral sex, come eating, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!), fingering, size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, cream pie, so much dirty talk oml, big dick theo 😞, reader being shorter than theo, reader wearing a mini skirt, lots of cussing

summary: blaise zabini’s idea of how to play matchmaker might be different from the traditional way of doing it but at least you ended up getting dicked down, so you guess his method works too.

Blaise Zabini's idea of playing match maker is whispering to you —in a not so quiet way, that he'd heard 'Nott's got a big dick' and though you swatted him away. Face disgruntled, mumbling about how you did not want to know about your best friend's private parts. You're terrible enough of a person for your eyes to drop to his crotch when he sat down on the couch opposing yours.

There's a call of your name, once, twice. Before Theodore leaned forward, his voice loud enough for your eyes to tear itself from his thighs to his eyes. You gulped, hoping —hoping that he thought you'd blanked out and just happened to be staring at a very unfortunate spot. "Hmm?"

Theodore's held onto your gaze, lazying back onto his coach. "You okay? I asked if you wanted to head back up but you didn't answer."

"Head back up?" You repeated. "Head where?"

He eyes you suspiciously. "To your dorm?" Theodore gets up from his seat and leans down to crouch beneath you, staring up at you. "Or mine?"

You blink. Mind running in all kind of ideas —save for the ones you knew he meant when he asked you this question. You shift slightly in your side, scanning the Slytherin's common room as the party rage on; it's nothing too big, a get together between all seventh year supplied with alcohol —that Draco definitely did not buy just to impress the golden boy, not at all.

"I'm pretty sure I saw Draco take Harry up to your dorm, and neither of them look like they're exhibitionists." You say off handedly, looking down at him. "Besides, I'm actually enjoying myself here."

And to prove yourself, you get up from your seat; pulling your mini skirt low enough to cover your ass. Theodore, despite having every chance to peer underneath it, remains respectful as he plays with the hem of your skirt. "You are?"

"You aren't?" You ask back, trying not to squirm from the way his finger brushes against your thigh. Salazar this was your best friend for shit's sake, knowing that he could hypothetically have a big dick should not turn you on as much as it was.

Theodore shakes his head, slowly, almost as if he was in a haze as he quietly tells you. "Not really."

"Let's head up then," you tell him, and though both of your voices are low —barely even audible considering how loud Mattheo decided to play his music. Theodore was able to understand you perfectly, picking himself up as he used your waist as his guide. "Come on."

His pinkie finger catches onto yours as he gets onto his feet, him towering over you the slightest bit. And though, Theodore and you leaving a party early to turn in for the night was a sight your friends were used to by now —knowing that nothing ever did came out of leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Something about how Theodore was looking at you makes them think that that might just change tonight.

But, they regress and bid the two of you goodnight with a few sporting playful frowns on how you never stay with them until the party actually ends.

You only smile, leading Theodore up the stairs to your dorm like every other night. Once in the comfort of your room, you sit yourself down on your bed, patting the spot for besides you for Theodore to take. He did as told, melting into your touch as you brush his hair back. "How much did you drink?"

His eyes are shut, face leaning into the palm of your hand as his own grips onto your skirt, tugging you closer to him. "Just those two shots we took when we first went down."

You hum, letting him pull you to him. "Did you smoke?" Theodore shakes his head slightly, before opening his eyes back up at you. You laugh lightly. "Then what's up with you tonight? I'm always the one dragging us back."

"Just tired, I guess." He murmurs.

"You guess?" You ask him, standing up —letting his hands fall where it'd been trailing up your skirt back to his lap, lingering slightly on what sits above it. "When are you ever not tired?"

Theodore laughs at your words, eyes crinkling as he did so. "When I watch you play quidditch," he says, pushing himself up to press his back against the head of your bed. Watching as you shuffle towards your wardrobe, picking out a pair of sweats along with two shirts he'd left at your room. "Or when you're drunk out of your mind and I'd to have to play pretend as your boyfriend and take care of you."

You snort at his words, picking out a pair of shorts for yourself. "You don't have to pretend to be my boyfriend to take care of me."

"Mhmm," he hums from his spot, lounging lazily as you walk up to his side, the change of clothes in hand. "But it's more affective that way." His hand finds its way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "And I like it. I like pretending to be yours."

There's a split second where his eyes falters, looking at you almost nervously as he waits for you to respond. "You do?"

"Mhmm," he hums, pushing himself up to sit straight. "More than anything."

It's nauseating to see him look at you —eyes lacking their usual stoic and disinterest to instead be replaced by lust and adoration.

Without thinking twice, you leaned down meeting his lips halfway as your eyes flutters shut. And though seated, Theodore was still tall enough to kiss you back with ease. Letting you melt into the feeling of his soft lips moving slowly and desperately against yours.

"Fuck," Theodore mutters breathlessly, he pushes against your hand; dropping your (mostly his) clothes to the floor. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"What?" You giggle, letting him pull you onto his lap. "Kiss me?"

"To kiss you again," He murmurs, attaching his lips back onto yours; a soft whimper slipping out of his lips when his clothed cock brushes against your core through his swift movements.

Fuck, Blaise was not lying.

In between your legs, underneath beige slacks, Theo's giant cock ruts up to you. You gasp into his mouth. "Ah—" you try to catch your breath. "—fuck, Theo. You've been wanting to kiss me since we were thirteen?"

"Mhmm," he hums, long slender hands gripping onto your waist before he slides one underneath your shirt and lays it flat against your tummy. His free hand, resting on your thigh, guiding you down onto him. "You're the only girl I ever want to kiss."

It's silly, you know it is —especially when his cock was pressing into your cunt, only separated by a thin layer of clothing— and yet you can't help but smile up at him, almost giggling when you ask him. " 's that why you asked me to be your first kiss?"

"Mhmm." He's smiling when he kisses you. "Can you blame me?" His tongue licks at your top lips, quick and gentle, trying to gauge on what you tasted like. "Prettiest girl at Hogswart and she was willing to be my first kiss."

His hand moves grips onto your waist, his touch blazing hot. "... Flatterer," you say, a playful pout prominent on your lips.

He chuckles, pressing his lips back onto yours, hand moving from your thigh to tug at your shirt. When you nod, Theodore pulls away just enough for him to take your shirt off and toss it Salazar knows where.

He doesn't even try to hide his staring, canting his hips upwards as he held you down. "Can you feel that?" He asks breathlessly, almost whining as he humps against you. "Can you feel how hard you make me?"

You could only moan, nodding dumbly as you rolled your hips. "Fuck—" he says against your lips, "—how'd you get even prettier, baby?"

And despite how hot —how nauseating it is to feel his boner pressing onto your wet cunt, you can't help but giggle at his words, at how turned on he got just at the sight of your tits. "It's just boobs."

"It's your boobs." He hand goes up behind you, making quick work at the clasps before kissing your chest, licking at your nipples; his hips not halting in its movement. "So so pretty."

His hand slips down, going underneath your skirt to knees at you thigh. "Shirt—" you roll onto him, breathless each time you feel just how hard he was. "—shirt, Theo."

Though incoherent, Theodore still understood you enough to pull his shirt off of himself before attaching his lips back onto you. His tongue glides against yours, swallowing your moans up when he bucks particularly hard.

It’s humiliating how the simple act of humping, combined with Theo’s hand playing with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his long fingers with his tongue exploring your mouth has you writhing on top of him.

"Theo, ah—" you whine, hands gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself, a familiar warmth building in your stomach. "— wait, fuck!"

Theodore's hips coming to a halt, as he watch you cum on top of him —in awe, without him even having touched you. "Did you just… ?"

You whine, pressing your face against his bare shoulder to hide just how embarrass you were. Theodore pulls you back, looking at you with what you could only assume was love. "Did you just come, baby?"

You nod bashfully, hands going to cover your face just for him to pin both of them down. "So cute, so so pretty." He kisses you roughly, rutting up to you. "Gonna fuck you nice and full, how’s that sound?"

Theodore only frowns when you nod, always having been the talkative one in your relationship. “Words, baby. That sound good to you?”

“Ah!” Your panties stick to your cunt uncomfortably, feeling all too messy when he grinds his cock onto you. “Good,” you whine, “ ‘s good.”

Theodore smiles, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips as a reward. His hand trails down to your thighs, flipping your skirt up before groaning at the sight of his beige slacks soiled by your slick and cum. "Look at the mess you made, didn’t even have to touch you.”

Sliding your panties to the side, Theodore runs two fingers down your slit. "Even your cunt's pretty," he murmurs, bringing his finger up to his mouth to licks at your juices. "You taste even better."

You're pouting as you watch him play with your pussy, fingers pressed onto your clit, going back in for another taste before you finally move down his crotch, just enough for you to palm at his cock.

"Fuck—" he whimpers, hips bucking onto your hand.

Feeling proud you pulled such a reaction out of him, you reach for his belt, lifting yourself up off of him as he helps rid himself of his slacks. Pulling back his boxers, you will yourself not to drool over the sight of his long and thick cock, milky from the precum leaking from its tip.

Your hand moves on its own, wrapping around the base of his hard cock only to find that your hand was too small to wrap all the way around him. "Why didn't you tell me your dick was huge?."

"You want me to —fuck—" Theodore whines, cock twitching in your hand as it begged for you to move. "You want me to tell my best friend about the size of my cock?"

"Yeah?" You move your hands up, thumb running along his tip. "Biggest dick I've ever seen."

"You never told me you had —fuck, baby— never told me you had a perfect cunt either." Theodore moans, the sight in front of him feels like it came straight out of a porno. His best friend and her small hands playing with his cock, tits out with only her tiny skirt stopping him from fucking her into the mattress.

You giggle softly before leaning down to take him inside your mouth. "Fuck!" Theodore choked out, hips roughly thrusting into your mouth. He's too big for you to fit in entirely in your throat and he knows it. And he's too close to cumming in your mouth to keep you were you are.

His hand pulling your head up and away from his cock swiftly. His eyes are shut, head leaning back against your headboard as he breathes heavily.

Your eyes are teary when he opens his eyes back up, and he wills himself not to think about how it's the result of him fucking your face. Theodore brings you up to sit between his legs, kissing you desperately, groaning when he tastes himself on your lips.

Your hand goes back to grab at his length and he whines, pressing his face into your neck and squirms underneath your touch. "Wait, fuck—" his hand goes to stop you, brain going dead as you pumped his cock. "—fuck, fuck wait."

Theodore moves away from your touch, pressing your hand down onto your mattress as he heaves heavily. "Shit— Next time," he whines, "we can do all that next time," he murmurs against your neck, pulling his head away to look at you, he adds: "but I need to fuck you. Please, just let me fuck you. I'll do anything to feel your cunt and fill you up nice and full, please baby."

And when he pleads for you so nicely, who were you to deny him anything? He kisses you again, laying you down on your back, whispering soft thank you’s as he presses open mouth kisses down your body. Slender hands roaming around as he tries to map you out. It's only when Theodore flips your skirt up, ripping away your panties to give himself a full view of your throbbing pussy did you realize what he's about to do.

"Hey, I liked those!"

"I'll buy you more, baby." You're dripping in front of him and he think he might be losing his mind. "Need to eat you out first."

"Thought you wanted to fuck me," you whine, gasping softly when he slides his fingers over your pussy, "why can you play with —fuck."

You pout at him, not expecting him to slide his finger inside you while you talked. "Why can you— ah! —play with me when I can't play with you."

"Not playing baby, just stretching you out," he tells you with a soft smile, leaning over to kiss your pout away. "Not gonna fit unless we stretch you out."

" 's fine," you whimper, feeling him slip another finger in, fucking into you slowly. "it'll fit just fine."

"You sure?" He picks up his pace, long fingers reaching places your own never could. "Don't wanna hurt you."

" 's fine," you moan when he slips a third finger into your cunt, "don't care if it hurts, just wanna feel you."

Theodore pulls out, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you once more. Moving back up, Theodore grabs at a pillow, placing it beneath your lower back to elevate your cunt. Slowly, he guides his dick into you, gasping at the feeling of his thick head stretching you open.

"Fuck—" Theodore pushes in deeper, pausing when he feels you clenching impossibly tight around him "—your cunt's sucking me in so good."

The burn is delicious, his cock tearing you open from within, stretching you out to take him into you. "So full," you whine, pressing your head into your sheets as he slides in even deeper into you. " 's too much."

"I know, baby," he murmurs, rubbing slow circles onto your thighs, "just a little more, I know you can take it."

You whine pathetically, feeling him fuck the last few inches snuggly into you. "Ah!" He hasn't even moved and you're already breathless, feeling him in your stomach. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me nice and full.”

“You want me to fuck your small cunt nice and full?” Theodore pulls out entirely, leaving just his tip in your cunt before roughly thrusting back in, hands on your hips as he pounds into you. "I’ll fuck it nice and full for you, maybe even put a baby in you."

And when your pussy grips his cock at his words, Theodore drives into you even harder. “Put a baby in me, please.”

“Yeah? You want that?” He watches as your tits bounce with each harsh thrust. “You want to carry my baby? Have your pretty tits grow bigger? You want that?”

“Yes,” you cry out, eyes screwed shut, the pain of his cock splitting you open mixing with pleasure. “Yes, ah— want it.”

“Fuck—” Having just about enough, Theodore pushes your mini skirt up your stomach giving him a full view of how well he's fucking his thick cock into you. The mound of your pussy bulging as it makes room for his dick to spear into your cunt.

"See that baby? See how good your cunt’s at taking my cock?" He asks, his hand grabbing yours to press down below your navel. "See how good I'm fucking you?"

You can only moan, crying out his name when he presses your hand down onto the bulge in your stomach, pushing his own dick out of your pussy. "Feel how deep my cock is inside of you?"

“Gonna be so easy for me to breed you,” he murmurs, wrapping your legs around his waist to fuck himself even deeper into you. “Want me to breed you, baby? Hmm?”

You nod desperately, too cock drunk to speak. Jolting when Theodore presses a harsh finger to your clit, circling it as he fucked deeper into you. "Theo, I'm gonna—"

"I know baby," he says, his cock getting impossibly harder inside of you. He presses another finger onto your clit, rubbing tight circles as you squirm underneath him. "Fuck— you're pussy's so good. Need you to come on my cock."

Theodore leans down to kiss you, pushing his length even deeper into you. You moan into his mouth, fucking you through your orgasm, your legs trembling as you try to squeeze him in.

Theodore fucks your cum back into you harder and faster, chasing his own high. One quick glance at his cock coated with your cum, followed by the bulge in your tummy was sends has him rutting into your tight cunt, spilling his warm seed inside you.

Theodore thrusts a few more time just to savor the sight of you spread on his cock before finally pulling out of you. "Fuck Theo," you whined, his cum leaking out of you, making a mess all over your bedsheet. "Were you just never going to tell me your dick is huge?"

Theodore only smiles bashfully, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "We're still on this?"

"You expect me to not be on this?" You say with a slight pout, Theodore only half paying attention to you as he grabbed a random shirt from the floor to wipe at you thighs. "It's almost like you don't even think of me as you best friend."

"Pretty sure best friends don't go around telling each other about how big their dick is, baby," he replies.

"Blaise can know about your dick size but I can't?" You murmur. "Talk about double standards."

Theodore pauses his movements, hand hovering over your spent pussy. "That fucker."

"Hmm?" You're curious now, confused as to why he was suddenly cursing out your friend. Never having been one to use curse words unless —well, unless he's fucking you.

"He told me that you liked guys who begged," he says with a slight front, going back to cleaning you up nonetheless.

"Is that why you begged to fuck me?"

"No, that was all me," he answers truthfully, ears tinging red in embarrassment,"just wanted to fuck you."

"And they say romance is dead," you say playfully before your eye zeroes into what's in Theodore's hand. "What about the whole breeding thing? And ‘s that my shirt?"

Theodore, freezes with his hands between your thighs, feeling you stare him down as he did so. Slowly, he unravels the shirt he'd use to wipe you clean only to realize that yes, that is your shirt.

"You ripped up my panties, messed up my skirt, tried to put a baby in me, and used my shirt to wipe up your cum," you say, frowning, "I'm never having sex with you again."

Theodore's quick to apologize, peppering your face with kisses, mumbling sorry over and over again. "I'll sneak you out of Oxford street, take my black card with you, how's that sound?"

— from bee: this is my first time writing smut be nice to me 😡

[miss-rum-hee]

I wish I had screenshots of my Twitter thread on this one before it got suspended (and a few other ugly humanizations) because it really does encapsulate the issues I had with these....

Twitter really harassed a 16 year old into deleting their account for making my little pony characters black, did people forget that they don’t have canon races? mlp is also about being nice to each other, sucks that people in the mlp fandom don’t know that

Pretty sure the real reason why people had been harping on it was not because of the race itself, but the it pushes hard on ugliness and faults on the body/face. The excessive use of labels and flag colors that could contradict one another. And the art itself is kind of shit tbh. Something about the cheeks, neck, and teeth bother me.

Because what is wrong with wanting art to be like this

Or this

[hazbinlove]

Here’s another sneak peek before I go to bed because it’s deadass 3am

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“Ah you won’t believe it! Hunter asked me out today!” Hanna’s squealed out causing me to reel my head back a bit before rubbing my ringing ears. Although she’s Apollo’s kid her voice is high pitched but cheerful. Kinda like Pinky pie from my little pony.

“Oh hun that’s great! It seems like Cupid and Aphrodite were listen to you’re prayers no?” I said while leaning against the doorframe crossing my arms with a small smile. Hunter is one of Ares kids but thankfully is pretty chill most of the time. He was tall and had a athletic build. Lean but had muscles. He has brown hair with blue eyes. Known to be handsome right behind Percy Jackson. He was good looking I’ll admit that.

“Oh indeed! He’s just so handsome with his blond hair and green eyes. And his large hands that can-“ Hanna said only to just as quickly be cut off by a somewhat flustered demigod.

“Alright alright let’s not go down that kind of path now hun. It’s good that you love him but sometimes let’s not over share alright? And I’ll admit he’s a handsome fella.” I said cutting her off quickly scratching my flustered cheeks with a small laugh. I loved Hanna I really do but sometimes she can be a bit…what’s the word. An over-sharer? Lust driven? Sometimes I forget she’s Apollo’s kid and not Aphrodite’s. She definitely has the looks to be an Aphrodite kid.

Enjoy!

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Hopefully I got the tags right this time😅 also lmk is I should change it to 3rd perspective instead of first person

[ghulehunknown]

A Rainy Winter - Rain Ghoul x GN Reader

NSFW/MDNI

Summary: You find Rain by himself during the Ministry holiday party and decide to join him.

CW/Tags: shy Rain, mutual masturbation, public masturbation, fingering, semi-public blowjob

Word Count: 2.9K

Author’s Note: gender neutral terms used for the reader - core, front, nethers, entrance

You slid past the partygoers out the back doors leading to the patio, which was entirely empty except for Rain. He was sitting on the back steps under the pergola, silently watching the snow fall and melt once it hit the pavement. Well, it was really more like slushy rain. He had his head in his hands, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. The heaters were on but it was still chilly out, which meant it was the perfect place for an introvert to hide.

“I brought you some banoffee pie,” you said, sitting down beside him, poking at the pie with the fork to get the biggest first piece that would fit on it.

His eyes illuminated in the Christmas lights that were decorating the trellis of the pergola. “Banoffee? That’s my f- ”

“Favorite, I know.” You already had a forkful, ready to press to his lips.

He looked at your hand, hovering close to his face, then flicked his eyes back at you.

“Open,” you whispered with a smile.

His lips parted and you slid the dessert into his mouth, watching his lips close around the fork as you pulled it out slowly. “Mmm,” he let out, though probably louder than he intended because he immediately covered his mouth. “It’s so good,” he continued, muffled.

“Aww Rainy, didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?”

He snickered as he chewed, then happily swallowed and cleared his throat. “Thank you.”

You smiled warmly. “So, why are you out here? It’s fucking freezing.”

“I just…had enough of the mingling for now.”

“Do you want me to leave? I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“No! No, it’s not that. I…I like one-on-one company. I just had to get out of there and think.”

“Okay. I can sit here and think with you,” you said, setting the pie down between you and leaning back, propping yourself up with your hands behind you. He took the fork in his hand and gathered another bite, slowly savoring it and going “mmm” again. He set the fork back down on the plate before leaning back on his hands, mirroring you.

As he chewed and you sat in comfortable silence, he inched his hand closer to yours, finally intertwining his pinky finger with yours.

You looked at him and smiled. He looked at you out of the side of his eye, and you thought you could see him blushing. You watched the snowfall for another few moments, the Christmas music and party conversations behind you in the ballroom barely even registering in this moment between you.

“Tour was really…” he started hesitantly, then reached for another bite of pie to break up the awkwardness of what he was about to say. He continued with his mouth full. “…rough.”

“What do you mean? Tour went great! You were amazing, Rain - I really mean that.”

“Yeah but almost two years away on and off…it’s been really tough. I feel like I hardly slept. Copia kept us on a really strict schedule and I never even knew what timezone I was in.”

You nodded. “When he’s in project mode, yes, he can be quite tough, I agree. But I thought you liked it? All the attention, the adoring fans, the parties. You were eating that shit up, I saw you. You’re quite popular online, you know.” You bumped shoulders with him.

He smiled and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, yeah I did. I mean I do, I love what I do. But I dunno about being ‘popular,’ I mean we all know everyone is there for Papa. I mean - I get it, that’s how it should be…”

“Some of them are there for you, Rainy.”

He rolled his eyes and leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees.

“It’s true!” you exclaimed, leaning forward and turning to him. “All those girls in the front row, screaming ‘Rain! Rain! Kiss me in the Rain!’”

He laughed and shook his head, running his hands through his shoulder length brown hair. As he tousled his waves, you scooched closer to him.

You continued to mimic the fans. “‘Make it Rain!’ Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t like it, not even just a little?”

He smiled widely, like he seemed to be hiding something. He covered his blushing cheeks with his hands.

“You liked the attention! I knew it! I heard some girl flashed her tits at you.”

“She was wearing a bra underneath. So it doesn’t count,” he clarified.

“No, that counts! Bet you wished she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, mm?”

He paused before admitting, “Yeah well maybe I saw it anyway.”

You gasped. “Shut up! No you didn’t.”

He pursed his lips and looked ahead.

“Rain,” you persisted, a little too eagerly. “Did you fuck a fan?”

He continued pursing his lips silently, but you could see a smile creep across his lips as his cheeks rose towards his eyes, crinkled closed in amusement.

“Damn I didn’t even know you had game like that!” you teased, bumping his shoulder again.

His mouth opened in surprise as he looked at you in disbelief. “Fuck off, I do too have game!” He playfully shoved his fist into your shoulder.

“Where’d it happen then, hmm?”

“In France.”

“Oh yeah, those dirty French girls. Sure.”

“Yeah, well I did!” he said.

“What was her name?”

“Don’t remember, because there were three of them.”

“She had three names?” you asked with one eyebrow raised.

“No, there were three girls! So I had a French orgy with some girls - I mean chicks - I mean women,” he stammered.

“‘Three French chicks?’” you repeated, laughing. “Enough bullshit, Rain.”

“All right, fine. It was one and I saw her back at the tour buses and she gave me a blowie.”

You nodded, impressed. “Did she swallow?”

“Okay so maybe it was a handjob.”

“So she jerked you off in your pants?”

“Er - yeah,” he said, scratching his head.

“My friend, I think you had a wet dream, not a sexual encounter.”

He rolled his eyes and continued looking out into the garden.

“Maybe next tour you’ll go all the way, Rainy.”

“Yeah…I don’t even know if that’s what I want. The tour, I mean. I just need to think…”

“Well, I don’t think there will be another tour for a while. Haven’t you seen Copia, or have you been avoiding him for two months straight? He’s exhausted. He’s not the same young man he was…”

He sighed. “Yeah.” There was a slight concerned tone to his voice.

“Oh my god it’s not like Copia’s going to die or anything! Primo performed well into his…I dunno, hundreds?”

You both burst out laughing. How old was that fucking man anyway? Your laughter died down a bit and you sat together in each other’s company.

You could hear Wham!’s “Last Christmas” playing in the room behind you. You both looked behind you through the glass doors and could see a very intoxicated Copia, donning a sparkly green jacket, riling up the crowd, asking if anyone wanted to sing karaoke with him. “Awwww, come on!” he taunted a few siblings before turning to Phantom, who was dressed like one of Santa’s elves. “Phantom? Ehhh?” Everybody in the room cheered as Phantom took the mic from Papa.

“Huh. Copia’s annual terrorizing continues,” said Rain. “Found a new victim.”

“He’s not a bad boss, you know,” you said, both of you turning back around to face the garden.

“Nahhh, he’s all right. In the grand scheme of things.”

You muttered an approving “mmm” and nodded as he took another bite of pie and shoved the plate aside, empty except for the crust and some whipped cream. You noticed a bit of cream clung to his lips. You reached up to his face, your eyes meeting his as you brushed it off his lip. He gently licked it off your thumb. He pursed his lips immediately, as if questioning that move.

Suddenly you became very aware of your own heartbeat in your chest. You gazed into his brown eyes, the multicolored holiday lights reflecting in his irises.

He eyed the mistletoe hanging from the beam above you. Of course the Ministry liked hanging the plant anywhere they could this time of year. Would it really be a church of sin without a little encouragement from the boss? But this one had actually grown on the beams over your head, you just noticed. So perhaps more fate than planned.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly. He tucked a strand of hair behind his pointy ear and looked at you with his chin dipped down, so innocently. So purely. You wanted to corrupt him.

“You don’t need mistletoe for that,” you said, tilting your head to the side, watching him tilt the opposite way.

He leaned in to kiss you, the small hairs above his upper lip tickling you. He tasted of caramel and vanilla, remnants of the pie still in his mouth. He slid one hand into your hair as he slipped his tongue past your lips. Mmm, he tasted so good. He held onto your face with both hands as he continued to explore your mouth, alternating teasing his tongue along your lips and sucking your bottom lip, then pulling on it with his teeth.

You tried to smile and pull away as he did this, and he exhaled sharply, laughing at you. He released your bottom lip from his teeth and kissed you again.

Feeling the heat build up between your legs, you reached down to his front, past the waistband of his jeans, feeling around for his cock.

“Mmn!” he exclaimed, pulling away. “What the fuck! People will see!” He looked around wildly and back at the door into the Ministry, only a few feet away.

“It’s okay Rainy, they’re all too drunk and focused on the party to notice anything out here. Plus it’s dark out here and they can’t see us.”

“But I can see them, and it feels I dunno…”

“I promise they can’t see out the window when it’s this dark; they’re basically only seeing their reflections.” You kissed him, then sensed his hesitancy. “We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.”

He paused. “You sure they can’t see us?”

“Positive.”

He kissed you for a few seconds before breaking away. “You’re absolutely sure?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Pretty much?”

“Come on, live on the edge a little.”

He nodded and dove back into your lips, dancing his against yours and holding onto your waist. Clearly he was horny enough to not really give that much of a fuck.

“This okay?” you asked, reaching down his pants again.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said breathlessly in between kisses.

You found his throbbing cock quickly, untucking it from the folds of his clothes. He moaned under his breath as you took it in your hands, stroking him gently.

He hastily unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down halfway over his hips, freeing himself partly. The head of his cock was pink and flushed, but the rest was a light gray color, matching his skin tone. You wrapped your hand around his member - already mostly hard, stroking him up and down. You felt him get harder until he was rock solid in your palm.

His eyes fluttered closed and he propped himself up on his hand, running the other through your hair. “Fuuuck,” he whispered as you twisted your hand up and down his shaft, rubbing the head with your thumb on the upstroke. “Just like that, yeah. Fuck, you do it so good.”

You moved closer to him, straddling his lap and kissing him. He sat up straighter, one hand still in your hair while kissing your lips, his other hand slipping inside your pants to your core. He began to stroke your front as well. You sighed - finally getting some relief to the tingling running through your nethers.

“Fuck, already so ready for me?” he said, smiling. You smiled back and your foreheads touched tenderly for a moment as both your hands worked feverishly between one another’s legs. You both moaned and breathed heavily.

His hand retreated from your pants, leaving you bucking your hips at the loss of sensation. He brought it up to his mouth and spit on it, then slid it back down towards your entrance, pushing two fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried, reaching up to grab onto the small horns on either side of his temple, using them to situate yourself as you began to grind against his lap, making sure to brush along his cock to stimulate him. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, wiggling them inside in a wave motion, driving you over the edge.

“You’re so tight,” he remarked with a grin. “Just like I knew you would be.”

“Fucking hell,” you breathed. “What, were you betting on it or something?”

“Only in my mind. I knew you’d be tight, and well, I was right.”

You laughed at his stupid little rhyme. If he could make you laugh and cum in the same night, you’d be impressed - and, oh fuck! - he just might.

“Fuck - Rain - oh fuck!” you cried out, his fingers pumping in and out of you surprisingly well in the confines of your clothes. You bucked your hips against him a final few times, riding the wave of your orgasm. You fell against his chest, breathing heavily.

“Feel good?” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Yeah,” you breathed in your post-orgasm bliss. You held him close for a few minutes before looking at him again. “I can give you what you wanted to get in France.”

“Ahh, not here,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Not this again, you just made me cum on the patio! No one cares.”

“No, it’s…it’s cold and, he tends to shrink when…” he said with a grimace.

“I’ll warm you up, then,” you said, taking him by the hand and leading him through another door of the Ministry.

“Where are we - ? Hey, wait! No, stop, that’s where the people are!” he protested, yanking on your arm.

“Come on, trust me!” You ran past the doors leading to the party, catching glimpses of a drunk and stumbling Copia with his arm around a Sister of Sin, and off to the side door.

You pulled him inside, into a dark hallway that ran perpendicular to the main party hallway area and pushed him into an alcove that had a large floor-to-ceiling length window looking out into the garden. From this angle with the lack of interior lighting, you could clearly see onto the patio where the two of you just were. If anyone had been here in the shadows, they would’ve seen everything.

You backed him up against the wall, kissing him on the mouth and reaching for his cock again, fumbling with his pants.

“Mmn!” he mumbled, then broke away to look around. “Anyone could walk by when they leave the party!”

“I doubt it,” you assured him. “They’ll use the main hall. They’d have to be peering in every alcove to find us. You’ll just have to be reeeally, really quiet. Think you can manage that?”

He nodded.

“Good,” you continued. “Now take your clothes off.”

He slipped his sweater over his head as you yanked his pants off and tore off his boots.

His skin was soft and supple around his chest and abdomen. He was slender but still carried some cushion in his torso. God, he looked delicious. And the way the moonlight hit his profile, he looked like one of those marble sculptures you’d find in a Parisian museum.

You knelt down before him and finally got a good look at his cock, or at least the shape of it in the dark. Illuminated by the light outside, it cast a very long shadow against the wall.

You took it in your hand as it hung from his body, and it felt heavier in your hand now that he was standing. You nuzzled your face into his crotch, met with a thick mat of hair - so he liked to go au naturale, then.

You licked up and down his entire length as you stroked him. His breath caught in his throat and came out in a hiss. He was much longer and thicker than you would’ve thought from just looking at his lanky body. You kissed his hips, in the little dimples where they met his abdomen, then ghosted your breath again over his cock before taking him inside your mouth.

He cursed under his breath as you bobbed your head up and down, letting him go deeper and deeper. He ran his fingers through your hair, gently guiding you along his shaft.

“Mmmbedderana fwenjorjee?” you muttered against his crotch, mouth full of him.

“Aww, didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?” he teased while twirling your hair around his index finger.

You rolled your eyes at him and continued to pleasure him, twisting your hand along his member as you moved him in and out of your mouth.

“Ah - Lucifer fu - ungffff -”

You giggled around him, the humming from your throat sending him over the edge as he pumped his hips into your face. He clung to the wall behind you, steadying himself with both hands. Warm, salty cum shot down your throat, spilling out and dribbling down your chin.

You stood up and wiped the cum off your chin with the back of your hand. You held him close, cradling his body in your arms, leaning in for a kiss.

“Better than a French orgy,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face.

[cr33pz-mck3nna]

I'm rewriting Glitchtale with no prior knowledge of it(and it's good?)

Mmm okayyyyy guess it's time to explain my actions and why you shouldn't burn me at the fucking stake-(and why you may just wind up being able to say "I hate Glitchtale except this AU in particular"....atleast I hope-)

So to explain, man I shouldn't even call this a Glitchtale rewrite, because I'll be honest...I know absolutely nothing about Glitchtale except Pink bitch and how her potential was WASTED!!! I don't even know her name! So I pretty much took pinkie pie over here and the Glitchtale name and said FUCK YOU to every other aspect of Glitchtale. Be aware harsh criticism is unwanted, the tags "DLDR" and "DLDI" are there for a reason, if you're a bitch you and your comment are getting blocked and deleted as to not offend anyone or sway their opinions on my AU due to your UNWANTED HARSH OPINIONS. And now, if I have your attention, without further ado..

Your story starts at the end of their story. Another genocide route and this time Sans is loosing. Frisk prepared themself for the final blow and Sans for his demise before the child suddenly stopped. Frisk, closed-eyed small child Frisk, suddenly opened their eyes and Sans felt pure dread for the first time in his life. That's not Frisk.

Staring back into the inky void that are his eyes was a pair of glowing pink eyes, doesn't sound normal ik but even less normal when you clarify that they were COMPLETELY PINK!!! Not even a shred of another color is those strange eyes... And suddenly they smirk at him, a smirk that slowly turns into a wicked grin as they raise their left hand, the reset button appearing for a second before a finger snaps and-

!!!FATAL ERROR!!!

System restart

....

MOD DETECTED!!

Starting....

Glitchtale Prime(REWRITE AU!!!)

Glitchtale Prime REWRITE AU or simply Glitchtale Prime or GPR follows a young woman, a dimension hopper as it seems, and a glitch in the system, Elizabeth Beverley, whom no one not even Sans himself knows who she is, what she is or where she came from. And a strange entity called "The Dreamer", or as Liz refers to them, VOID.

By the actions of Liz taking control of Frisk as you just saw and resetting a new AU was born, one where Frisk does not exist at all and Liz is instead the main character. In this AU Liz is a strange human, seemingly connected to the Ink and Error Sanses, who is possessed(?) by a virus-like entity of the sorts which is VOID and the two are accompanied in their travels by none other than Flowey who got his shit wrecked and now kisses ass bcs he's low-key terrified of Liz.

Liz's relationship with VOID is inspired alot by Cynessa(Murder Drones) while Liz's relationship with Flowey is inspired by the relationship between The Traveller and Paimon(Genshin Impact).

GPR takes place further into the Undertale timeline then most other AUs as Liz, having taken the place of Frisk, waited until she was a strong enough adult before falling down a fucking hole-

GPR is a prequel of sorts to a bigger project of mine, one that may very well never happen due to the sheer size, something I like to call Underverse Prime and so if anything comes of GPR just be aware that parts of Liz's backstory may change or not make sense until the story of her relative is told in UVPrime Act 1.

If you enjoyed this then please consider supporting as it will take much motivation for anything to come about this. And if you do like it let me know if I should start a separate blog for Undertale and specifically my AUs. Also one final note, considering GPR and UVPrime, proshippers can fuck off but shippers are very welcome, I'm quite curious to see what comes from any fanbase that may come from GPR or UVPrime!

Happy new year my lovely little gremlins! -Creepz