#so she had to retype her whole response when she woke up

[solshii]

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hehe hello anon 🫶🫶 !!

this discussion popped out a few times while i was browsing through the mlp svsss tag earlier LOL and someone did say that since LQG doesn't have the whole rainbow get-up that RD does, he wouldn't exactly do a rainboom

but i definitely think he'd be able to pull off a sonic boom of his own flavour <33 LQG is a strong pony and ultimately a strong flyer with enough stamina and endurance to do such stunts (and maybe with the addition of cultivation, a strong core and higher levels of cultivation may aid in the success rate of sonic booms in pegasi cultivators?)

i just imagine he's not a flashy person for show but he just has abilities and moves that happen to be flashy hahaha (like his 1000 sword glare move he pulled on SHL and her troops) he's probably aware that it's cool and that others think that it's cool too, but the whole experience is just another walk in the park for him (or he was just raised to be humble n modest) so he doesn't really revel in the applause

i.e the only times he'd do a sonic boom is probably during severe events that need his high speeds. i imagine his severe loyalty for somepony in danger would be a big factor for an adrenaline rush, and he doesn't realise he's doing a sonic boom until it happens

though maybe he'd pull off a sonic boom stunt or two if somepony asks nicely (maybe (if you're the right somepony))

back to the whole rainboom part though, my pony LQG has phoenix motifs so perhaps he just creates a ring of fire rather than rainbows (that we'll say will not !! set things on fire !! for simplicity's sake 😩) and rather than making rainbows, he just gets a cool little transformation of his wing and tail feathers turning into long phoenix ones <33

though whether the fire and feathers are red or white will depend on the colour palette i create for him hahaha

thank you for the ask anon <33

[foofygoldfish]

so i wrote a thing!

everyone’s probs super ooc, but i got it in my head and... yeah.

set after joseph is arrested, my deputy (alice) is dating jess, and pratt and her use each other for support/cuddles/nightmare deterrent

Pratt fumbled with the phone in his hand, messenger open, finger hovering over the “send” button. He retyped it - and retyped it - and retyped it again, before finally deciding it was good enough.

Hey, you home? - S

Y - A

Can I come over? - S

Y. Jess is here tho - A

Oh - S

Is she ok if i come over? - S

Five minutes passed before he received a response.

She’s on her way out. ETA? - A

I’ll be there in ten. Thanks. - S

Pratt grabbed his coat, and was halfway out the door before he paused and went back for his phone charger. With the dream he’d had… It was going to be a long night.

It’d been three months since Joseph and his heralds were apprehended; since he was rescued from the depths of Jacob’s armoury. They’d managed to get a decent amount of recovery done: cell service was back up, almost better than before (Pratt doesn’t want to ask how it happened - he suspects Alice used one of the Seed’s bank accounts to hurry the work along), and the tunnels out of the valley were soon to be clear of debris. Nick had been shuttling people in and out of town as needed since everything ended - while he appreciated the income, he’s not been shy about looking forward to spending more time with Kim and Nicole.

He even had a proper therapy session booked. It wasn’t until next week, but he knew that it would be much better than the impromptu support groups that had been popping up everywhere. And the nights like this: nightmares, then going to Alice’s for a drink, either vodka or tea or hot chocolate or… whatever she had on hand. He went to the other groups, but so far, his fellow deputy (was she even still a deputy? was he? he didn’t know at this point) was the only one he’d talked to about what had happened.

Before long, he pulled up outside of Alice’s house - the clock on his dash read 2:10 am, long after she normally would be asleep, but her porch light was on and the door was open (he didn’t know if that was smart or stupid - he knew she’d be thinking of the bar, but he couldn’t stop thinking - what if a peggie came? They were still out there, they knew where she lived-- ).

As he closed the door of his car, Alice appeared in her door.

“Hey, you.��� She smiled. “Get your ass inside, it’s cold out.”

Pratt gave her a weak smile. “It’s like, 50.”

“It’s fucking cold! And it’s 38, asshole”

He snorted. “Wimp.” He closed the heavy door behind him, finally feeling secure. There was just something about Alice’s house - it was cozy. It was her - a weird blend of Montana and Southern California.

“You wanna drink?” Alice shouted from the kitchen.

Pratt shrugged. “Eh.”

Alice poked her head back out, looking concerned. “How bad was it?” When he didn’t respond, she set her drink down and pulled him down onto her couch.

“I didn’t interrupt --”

Stace, she understands. I told her it was you, she said she’d leave. We were just watching a movie.”

He hummed, doubting that her plans for the night were just a movie.

“Seriously, you never text me this late - do you... wanna talk? or...”

“That movie sounds good.”

Alice laughed. “Alien Tornado? You really want to watch Alien Tornado?” Pratt shrugged, and Alice grinned. “Fuck yes. You hate my disaster movies.”

After a while of sitting in silence, barring Alice laughing, and occasionally poking him in the shoulder, he put his arm around her and took a deep breath. “I’m glad you’re here.”

The blonde looked at him, confused.

“I dreamed you were back in the cage. He wanted me to shoot you. I didn’t. I woke up when he took the gun from me.”

“Stace--”

“I’m just.. I’m glad you’re here. We’re here.”

She smiled, burrowing her head into crook of his neck. “Do you want me to be serious or not?”

“Not, please.”

“What happened to my brother’s dick of a friend? You used to be such a pain in the ass. Now...”

“Christ, Alice, don’t remind me!”

Alice grinned. “You hated me! Now look at us. Everyone thinks you’re my boyfriend.”

“Bet Jess loves that.”

“Ohhh, she fucking hates it.” Alice curled into Pratt’s side. “She deals, though. She knows what - well, she doesn’t know what we went through, and she knows that. God, Caleb’s going to be so surprised if he ever fucking visits.”

“What, like the fucking war isn’t enough of a surprise?”

She swatted at his arm. “For him? Us getting along is bigger!”

He rested his hand on her waist, smiling. The pair fell into silence again, curled together, watching the horrible disaster movie. They were still like that hours later, after the TV turned itself off, when Mary May was closing up the bar, and in the morning, when Jess let herself in.

Jess rolled her eyes as she shook the former Deputy’s shoulder, knowing her girlfriend would inevitably complain about her back hurting all day. “Hey. Hey!”

Alice groaned, pushing Jess’s hand away from her. “What?”

“Remember that meeting?”

“What about it?”

“It’s in 20 minutes.”

Alice snapped her eyes open and started to detangle herself from Pratt. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“I’ll get a bagel - “ Jess started before Alice darted into her bedroom to get changed. “Hey, Pratt.”

“Nngh.”

“How bad was it?”

“Could have been worse.”

“Pratt. She kicked me out. At two in the morning. How bad was it?”

He sighed. “Do I have to say?”

Jess looked at him, and then a cabinet in the corner. “So. How do you like your morning vodka?”

“I don’t.”

“Dude, she doesn’t have anything else.”

“Jess...”

“Fine, fine!” The archer shrugged. “Let me know if you need anything, though. I’m not good at the whole talking thing, but...”

“Jess!!! I can’t find -- What... are you guys doing?” Alice froze in the doorway, dress half zipped, and one shoe in hand.

Jess shrugged. “Making breakfast. Your shoe is in the corner.”

“Oh.” Alice darted over to the spot Jess pointed at, and paused. “Uh, I think my zipper’s stuck too.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“I’m late!!”

“Yeah, that too.” Pratt grinned at her.

“Oh, fuck you, Pratt, I have five minutes to get to the Lamb of God, just help. Grace is going to fucking kill me.” Alice paused for long enough for Jess to shove the bagel in her hand and zip the dress. “How cold is it out?”

“Mmm, in the 60s? It’s nice out.”

“Babe --”

“Hey, this time of year, that’s fucking tropical. Just put--”

“Keys! W--” Pratt shoved them into her hand. “Oh. Uh. Fuck. Gotta go. Lock the house. Bye!”

Jess and Pratt watched Alice run to her truck, shoes in hand.

“I’ll text Grace...”

"Sorry, Jess...”

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hi this is my first fic i’ve published in aaaaaaages so... be gentle but also thaaaank if you made it through this

i have a few more i might post but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯