#blossom rd

[fandomsoda]

I doubt I’ll have new art out by this evening so I might as well finish showing what’s done of R34L17Y_D3C4Y-

Here’s Dream’s design!

Well, his name here is actually Blossom. He’s covered in apple blossoms, to be precise! And he has a lot of dreamcore angel type imagery and his eye light is supposed to resemble bright lights/lens flares seen in old cameras and weirdcore/dreamcore images.

He’s not taking this transformation very well.

#original art #digital art #reality decay #r34l17y d3c4y #blossom reality decay #reality decay!dream sans #blossom!dream sans #rd!dream sans #blossom rd #weirdcore #dreamcore #dream sans #utmv #undertale au #tw body horror #I guess? #does this hanahaki disease looking ass design count as body horror?

[yaminerua]

My hands are itching to draw but I’m so out of practice I hate everything I do draw and I need to shake off the rust of not having drawn very much over the last year ;;; and I can only do that by drawing. And so the cycle continues

#Lately a newly blossomed obsession with RD gave me a boost to even picking up a pen for the first time in forever #Just ti figure out how tf to draw these dorks and I wanna ride out this motivation wave as long as it lasts;;; #But at the same time my brain is unhelpful xD it’s full of motivation juice but the idea dispenser is empty

[shirecorn]

Shirecorn's Ponyverse Masterpost

So for the last 2 months I've fixated on doing redesigns based somewhat loosely on My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I've had so much fun filling in the gaps and extrapolating until my version is less of a redesign and more of an AU.

"Ponies" are three species of sentient hoofed creatures that populate Equestria. They worship giant goddesses that fill the sky and ferry the moon and sun across the world.

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#Shire draws mlp - drawings only. Leaves out the lore

#Skyscraper gods lore - drawings, posts, and asks that expand on the world. Talks about biology, genetics, ritual, society, politics, religion, but mostly creature design and magic.

#Skyscraper Gods - Art, asks, posts, and fanart! Everything to do with both my little pony canon and my version of things. Includes drawings without lore, and lore without drawings. This is the tag to browse to make sure you see it all

Characters

In progress: Discord

○ The Mane Six ○ All Alicorns,

○ Rarity ○ Fluttershy ○ Flutterbat ○ Applejack ○ Pinkie Pie ○ Pinkie Pie Pegasus ○ Rainbow Dash ○ Twilight Sparkle ○ Raritwi ○ Spike

○ Princess Celestia + Princess Luna ○ Princess Cadance + Shining Armor + Flurry Heart ○ Sunset Shimmer ○ Sunburst ○ Apple Bloom + Scootaloo + Sweetie Belle (Cutie Mark Crusaders) ○ Big Macintosh/Ochard Blossom (she is a woman) ○ Granny Smith ○ Mr & Mrs Cake + Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake ○ Maud Pie + Mudbriar ○ Trixie Lulamoon + Starlight Glimmer ○ Cozy Glow ○ Zephyr Breeze ○ Escape Room Guy + Dusty Pages ○ Berry Punch/Berryshine ○ Vapor Trail ○ Bulk Biceps ○ Tempest Shadow ○ Flim and Flam ○ Queen Chrysalis + Thorax + Ocellus (Changelings) ○ Autumn Blaze (kirin) ○ Rain Shine (kirin leader) ○ Sky Beak (hippogriff) ○ Starcatcher and Skywishes (G3)

Lore

○ The 3 pony species ○ Breeding/genetics ○ The 4 Alicorns stories ○ Gods of non-pony species? Seapony god? ○ Unicorn Horns: Starlight physics, Different shapes, Alicorn horns, Horn colors, ○ Where did Spike come from? (1) (2) ○ Your daughter has won the favor of God (fic) ○ Nightmare moon playlist ○ Cutie marks are cultural not physical: (1) (2) ○ Starlight Glimmer's hometown and her cult ○ Alicorns don't fit inside buildings ○ Discord is a headache to behold ○ Government in the world of gods ○ Gender and matriarchy ○ Scootaloo's flightless disability ○ Equestria Girls Vs Skyscraper Gods, existential horror ○ Pinkie Pie breaks the forth wall because she hopped worlds once ○ Vampire fruit bat ecology and virus ○ How ponies caught it

Meta

○ Using Skyscraper Gods as inspiration (2) ○ Why I like expanding on MLP: its simplicity ○ MLP Creature designs are already good ○ If you don't like my designs ○ I'm just having fun: (1) (2) ○ Mane 6 doodle to finished design ○ After ponies ○ Designing based on birds and animals ○ Starcatcher dove

Shitposts and Doodles

○ My fursona in mlp style ○ Daytime! Nighttime! ○ Baby god ○ Local horse fistfights the sun ○ Shining armor alicorn ○ Sunset shimmer becomes god (2) ○ Poodle rarity ○ Zephyr Breeze thinks RD is a man ○ Season 9 ○ Why is EQ an hour long ○ Being held at gunpoint to watch Equestria Girls ○ World's gayest dash ○ 18 pounds of crake

Fanart by others

○ Fanart tag

Commissions

○ People request a lot and that normal ○ Prices are low because I'm already fixated

Ko-fi requests || Classic commissions

Shirecorn Discord

Join any tier of my patreon to access my art discord

○ See WIPs, discussion, the occasional meltdown, and more ○ The content is all done through discord, so if the patreon looks dead it's all just on the server instead.

I hope you enjoy seeing my MLP creations as much as I enjoy making them!

#skyscraper gods #shire draws ponies #shyscraper gods masterpost #mlp redesign #please tell me if any of the links are wrong #skyscraper gods lore

[wanderingsimsfinds]

WanderingSims Fave CC - Traditional Asian Décor List

1 - simbalances - Ohara Koson Prints

2 - ziggy28 - Virtue Asian Character Paintings (TSR)

3 - WanderingSims - Japan Wall Art

4 - chuchuwitch - Asian Paintings

5 - baufive - Flock of Woodcuts

6 - BionicZombie - 4t3 Snowy Escape Paintings

7 - baufive - Japanese Woodcuts

8 - LCC - Chinese Scroll Claborate Style Painting

9 - Devirose - Japanese Ideograms 1 (TSR)

10 - Devirose - Japanese Ideograms 2 (TSR)

11 - Devirose - Japanese Prints Collection (TSR)

12 - Devirose - Japanese Print 1 (TSR)

13 - Devirose - Japanese Print 2 (TSR)

14 - Devirose - Japanese Print 3 (TSR)

15 - Devirose - Japanese Art Collection 2 (TSR)

16 - ziggy28 - Japanese Scenes (TSR)

17 - Devirose - Japanese Art Collection 3 (TSR)

18 - Devirose - Japanese Manuscript (TSR)

19 - ziggy28 - Large Asian Cats Scroll (TSR)

20 - linasometimes - Wisteria & Blossom Paintings (TSR)

21, 25, 33, 37 - you-lust - Vaguely Japanese Pt. 1 Set (Eastern Blossoms Scroll, Blades of Masamune Wall, Japanese Cantankerous Splatter Painting, Zen Bonsai)

22, 32 - Kilhian - Japanese Painting Birds & Sea

23 - ohymysims - Painting Katsushika Hokusai

24, 27, 39-40, 52, 61 - you-lust - Vaguely Chinese Pt. 2 Set (Huabanzhu Chinese Scroll, Yuxi Winter Blossoms Scroll, MTSims Chinese Burner, The Daruma Wishing Doll, Yuxi Bamboo Slip, Shoyou Shoji Screen)

26 - MurfeeL - Wall Scrolls w/Tassels

28, 41, 70 - MurfeeL - Birthday 2020 Dump (EA WA EP Vintage Chinese Ads Framed, AMR Fan Decor Redone, Lacquer Byobu Decor)

29 - Living Dead Girl - Benjamin Bedroom Artwork Asian (TSR)

30, 38, 51, 54, 63 - you-lust - Vaguely Chinese Pt. 1 Set (Yuxi Tokonoma Series Scroll, The Little Jug of Wishes, Yuxi Dragon Scroll, Yuxi Scroll Clutter, Yuxi Ixinqin Screen)

31 - RD - From The East Wall Art

34-35, 50 - you-lust - Vaguely Japanese Pt. 2 Set (Yuxi Haruyo Morita Painting, BBSL Hanging Kimono, WFS Teapot)

36, 65-67 - KerriganHouseDesigns - Hayashi Set (Wallpanel, Floor Lamp, Golden Branch, Screen)

42-43 - you-lust - Azaya Fortune Cat & Higanbana Kokeshi Doll

44 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 novvvas Desierto Bedroom Buddha

45 - MurfeeL - Yokai E-Hon Books as Decor

46-47 - Ritsuka - Fortunate Cat & Japanese Lucky Cat

48 - Ziva-Sims - SimpleStudio404 Japanese Box Recs

49 - MurfeeL - MTCakestore Chinese Books Stackable

53 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Antique Set Chinese Table Lamp

55 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Sakura Bonsai

56 - you-lust - lisen-nymphy Buddha

57 - NoirandDarkSims - Mitarsi Kitsune

58 - SimpleStudio404 - Japanese Misc Set Emongake Deco

59 - you-lust - simaddict99 Oriental Paper Parasol

60, 68, 71-72, 76-77, 81-82 - TheNumbersWoman - Going Asian Outdoor Garden Set (Pagoda, Rock Path 2, Rock Path 1, Fountain, Ying Yang Garden, Water Feature, Deco Bridge Large, Apris Rocks Ponds) (TSR)

62 - Devirose - Japan Rug 1 (TSR)

64 - Angela - Kanto Garden Gong (TSR)

69, 73-75 - MurfeeL - C2077 Dashi no Matsuri Set (Parade Square Table Light, Parade Square Ceiling Light, Parade Round Ceiling Light, Parade Oval Ceiling Light)

78 - SIMCredible! - Asian Nook Fountain (TSR)

79 - DOT - Yard Wire Pole Lantern Mesh (TSR)

80 - SIMCredible! - Momentum Bamboo (TSR)

#cc list #ts3cc #s3cc #s3ccfinds #asian

[confusedlittleguy]

ill have you know this murdered me.

i am dead.

(click for better quality)

aj + pinkie = pazazz pie

aj + rd = swift hooves

aj + rarity = pearmain gem

aj + flutter = alice blossom

aj + twi = mage macoun

pinkie + rd = party crasher

pinkie + rarity = pink lace

pinkie + flutter = poppy

pinkie + twi = fandango blast

rd + rarity = mare magnet

rd + flutter = gusty puff

rd + twi = lucky lightning

rarity + flutter = floral pattern

rarity + twi = midnght crystal

flutter + twi = wordsy whisper

crying

#mlp #mlp art #art #digital art #my art #mlp fim #mlp g4 #mlp fusions #fusions

[herosplatling-replica]

Rhythm Doctor Fic Recommendations

it's come to my attention that not a lot of people know about the RD fic scene. i'm here to change that with my list of RD Fic Recs ✨

please keep in mind that this list isn't super extended - as i write this post there are barely 42 fics in the tag 💀 there are very very skilled writers in this community, so i'm taking the opportunity to give them time in the spotlight! read below the cut for fic recommendations!

these are just a few of the fics i've read through and thoroughly enjoyed. please go give the writers some love and leave some comments on their work, especially the incomplete ones!!!

Coffee Break by @rendekobora/ReneeDekobora2042: (Rated G, Cocole centric, 2,575 words; Completed)

Cole has snuck out of the hospital again to see Nicole during work, but he plans to tell her more than just his decreased coffee intake. Or, at least he hopes he will.

Mic Check by @rendekobora/ReneeDekobora2042: (Rated G, Cocole centric, 4,042 words; Completed)

Nicole agrees to meet with Cole one night at the hospital after work. He never said why, but she isn't going to complain about spending time with him.

it is a lovely day at middlesea hospital, and you are a horrible cockatiel by Visjex: (Rated G, fluff, 504 words; Completed)

based on 3-1 sleepy garden, which is my favourite level :D i wrote this at 1am in a sleepy fervor and then never looked at it again here, have some fluff

Clipboard Notes by @emphasis-on-the-oopsie/SnowyShipsLogicality: (Rated G, Paian centric, fluff, 3,425 words; Completed)

“Ian I know I should’ve finished this write-up during my shift but I am straight up going to die from exhaustion, can you write it up please you are very sweet and handsome” A series of clipboard notes Ian and Ada wrote to each other

Ramen and Eggs by @emphasis-on-the-oopsie/SnowyShipsLogicality: (Rated G, Paian centric, domestic fluff, 544 words; Completed)

After a long shift, Ada goes home to Ian cooking dinner for her

Strings of Love by @rendekobora/ReneeDekobora: (Rated G, Cocole centric, 2,356 words; Completed)

Nicole agrees to give Hailey some guitar lessons so she can write a song, but their lesson gets interrupted by someone that she doesnt want to see her play.

Another Roast to Brew by kabii: (Rated Teen, Cocole centric, 6,944 words; Currently marked incomplete)

It's been five and a half years since her romance blossomed within the sterile walls of a hospital. Six of those months, had been spent married to the man she fell for-- Cole Brew, the love of her life. And boy was it heaven. And then she was told that she was expecting.

Art Exercise by cucumbet: (Rated G, Lucky centric, 3,237 words; Completed)

A few nights into his stay, Lucky is having a particularly rough time. He can't get himself out of his own shoulder, but you can always trust Lucia to do it for you. Just, maybe in the most Lucia-way possible.

Phantasmo Crescendo by Emo-Bunny-1317: (Rated Teen, contains elements of Miner Scales, Paian, and Cocole. RDPossessionAU. Clocking in at 8,943 words at the time of this post; Currently marked Incomplete)

It came without warning. It spread rapidly. Nobody knows why they're here. Nobody knows what they want. All Dr. Ian knows for sure is that there's no way on earth he's getting paid enough to deal with this. (Possession AU fic inspired by @possessable on tumblr. Hough.)

water from your broken iris fell towards the floor by skitterskatter: (Not Rated. Contains major character death and grief, Cocole centric. 1,632 words; Complete)

better known by its codename 'Crab'. if you read this in 2021 hiiiii i recently found the doc for it:3 and also this was, in fact, written in 2021 so if you have any problems with the writing it's not my problem anymore the result of asking myself "ok but what if cole died?" that is all you need to know

Rhythm Doctor Possession AU Snippets by @possessable: (Rated G, what it says on the tin. 521 words at the time of this post; Marked Incomplete)

i do not know how to use this site or what i'm doing, Possession AU Be Upon Ye. i don't know if i should explain here what's going on but basically , as the name suggests, it's "What If everyone in The Hospital Got Possessed (Except For Ian, Inexplicably)" also everyone has different types of possession/is affected differently but i think that would take too long to detail in an ao3 summary. i post about this more on my tumblr (possessable) (mostly shitpost doodles) under the tag ''rdpossessionau'' if you want more context

ඞ a better name than that (rdau) by Gh0stless: (Rated T, Paian centric, Among Us AU. 5,316 words at the time of this post; Marked Incomplete)

(OLDDDDD and VERY unfinished!!!) Im working on the title bare with me. This is an among us au for Rythm Doctor idc if its cannon to among us or not im just being silly goofy and like these characters in space. I KNOW I SAID ILL WRITE A PART TWO OF MY LTAA AU BUT AMONG USSSS AUGH anyways this was just a fun little au based on a joke me and a friend have lmao

additionally, here are some of the written works I've made for rhythm doctor.

A Little TLC (Tumblr mirror) by angelictactics: (Rated T, Doctor Trio-centric, can be read as polyrhythmcule. Slice of life, fluff. 4,524 words; Completed)

Ada and Ian have been overworking themselves again. The Intern decides to help out.

Palpitations (Tumblr mirror) by angelictactics: (Rated T, polyrhythmcule centric, Coworkers to lovers. 6,915 words; Completed)

If a god truly exists, he hates Ada Paige specifically. (Ada has a dream, The Intern learns about themself, and Ian is just trying to survive.)

Artificial Arrhythmia (Tumblr mirror to come) by angelictactics: (Rated T, Intern centric, hurt/comfort, near death experience, polyrhythmcule elements. 8,960 words; Completed)

Something's wrong with the Intern.

Winterizing (Tumblr mirror) by angelictactics: (Rated T, Slice of life, domestic fluff, Intern centric, polyrhythmcule and cocole elements. 5,038 words; Completed)

(verb) to make ready for winter or winter use The Intern goes to buy donuts. Their partners sleep in.

#rhythm doctor #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #writers spotlight #my writing #if any of these authors would prefer i don't tag their tumblr blogs please let me know! same goes for the opposite :3

[lollystocks]

To Blossom

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 2: Botanomancy (and a lil dash o technomancy)

Sam tends to her houseplants, her mother tries to connect, and Amity feels the effects of its rip in space-time. Words: 5,087 CW: minor injury, blood, self-injury, possession (mentioned), dissociation, mentions of a firearm

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Her plants were getting grumpy. Again.

Not that Sam held it against them. As much as she had tried to make her dark, brood-perfect bedroom a comfortable home for the waifs and strays she had picked up from Amity Park’s nurseries and garden centers, (and perhaps a private garden or two), she only had so many hours in the day. The best temperature and humidity control money could buy helped of course, but between school, ghost fights, activism, and deliberately spending as little time as possible in her parents’ house…

Well. The grumpiness was understandable.

But Sam had found a rare, spare, afternoon with no obligations. Her homework was mostly up-to-date (she was refusing to do any of Lancer’s reading until the English department unbanned The Bluest Eye); the protest at Axiom was on pause until Tucker had okay’d her security plans; it was a Sunday so there were no new updates for The Grand Speadsheet; and she had already published two blog updates this week with the next one fully drafted. (“The True Amity Park Horror: A Miniature Surveillance State; or, The Bitches in Cheap Bleach Could Do With Being More Subtle When Spying On The Entire Town, part v”)

The irony of calling out the GIW’s spying operation was not lost on her.

And seeing as ghost attacks didn’t stick to a pre-circulated schedule, there was nothing to do on that front except keep the pager on loud, and get on with one’s day.

So, following an oh-so-wonderful lie-in, Sam was playing her favorite kind of politics: horticulture.

Following certain complaints, Sam had abandoned the concept of a general fertilizer and had bought a whole series - one each for tropicals, leafy, flowering, fruit, and cacti. The succulents would have to just put up with the latter. Windows thrown open, a torn up magazine protecting her dark hardwood flooring, a series of expensive and totally unused mason jars usurped from her mother’s kitchen, and a large jerry can of water sat at the ready, she set to work mixing up some please-just-fucking-grow juice for her many, many children.

Or she would have, had her pager not chosen that moment to scream at her from her window sill. A grating, 8-bit version of Ghostbusters (“the most frighteningly accurate depiction of ghosts in any move ever Sam, it’s iconic.”) that served as their “Fentonworks scanners have picked up a big ol’ signal somewhere, perhaps check it out gang” signal. Louder than the beeping was the profound sense of alarm from her plants. Or so she imagined.

Sam leaped up to silence it before it reminded her parents of her existence, knocking the jerry can over as she went. She ignored the chugging spill, slamming the “dismiss” button on the pager and then scrambling to find her phone among her copious bedsheets. By the time she extracted it, there was already a message:

Fanny Dampton: already on it, boxy’s throwing a tantrum at walmart

That would at least save them some time. Accessing the Fentonworks scan system to pinpoint a location always lost them a few minutes.

Sam typed with one hand, and started donning her boots with the other.

Man Sampson: Woodsborough Park or Elm Rd?

Fanny Dampton: elm

Fucker Toe-ly: moms got the car gonna take me a while to get there on dads bike

Man Sampson: I can swing round to get you, meet me at the end of your road, do NOT forget the extra thermos this time.

Fanny Dampton: i think i got it guys!

Fucker Toe-ly: bestie how are you typing and fighting

Fucker Toe-ly: i didnt forget it how dare

Fucker Toe-ly: i was giving it a premeditated and intentional vacation in my sock drawer

Fucker Toe-ly: she was tired

Fanny Dampton: i think i got it guys

Man Sampson: No that’s a good question, how are you typing and fighting?

Fanny Dampton: im not

Man Sampson: So when you say “you got it”??

Fanny Dampton: i ran off to GG and by the time i got back jazz had thermosed boxy. i ‘stole’ it from her so mom and dad couldn’t take boxy for testing. hid it in my leg, will get it out later.

Fucker Toe-ly: bestie im still not on bord with you using random body parts as storage it cant be good for a growing boy its also nasty as hell and also what about ectocontamination from the thermos

Man Sampson: I’m not sure Danny needs to worry about ectocontamination, Tuck.

Man Sampson: It’s also so on brand for you to be able to perfectly spell .“ectocontamination” but not “board”.

Fucker Toe-ly: what are we if not our brands? - francis bacon, probably

Fanny Dampton: look it’s all good guys, just need to focus on the hard part now - the family walmart shop

Fucker Toe-ly: god gives his hardest battles to his deadest soldiers

Fucker Toe-ly: what yall buying

Fanny Dampton: mom wants a gun

Man Sampson: Jesus Christ.

Fucker Toe-ly: aaaaaaaahahahahahahahah

Sam flopped back onto her bed, giving herself a minute - the come-down from “ghost attack mode” would take a sec, even though the problem had solved itself in rather nicely.

Sam nearly cried out when the handle of her bedroom door rattled.

A muffled voice forced its way through. “Sweetie? What have we said about locking your door?”

Sam sat up, slowly. Took a breath, and made her way over. “I said I’d stop re-installing the lock when you learn how knocking works.”

“Samantha Manson you wi-”

Her mother’s impending monologue on respect, rules and roofs was interrupted with a wide open door and a dead expression. “Yes, Mrs Manson?”

Her mom blinked, swallowing her previous tirade. It looked like it tasted sour. “Sweetie, I know it’s a joke, but your dad and I have asked you multiple times to drop the “Mrs and Mr Manson” thing. It’s-”

“A pointed nod to the irony of your formal standards of familial respect, yeah.”

“Samantha, can we please not do this?”

How rich. “Mom, it might help if you tried to actually-”

“-’understand why you do this rather than seek to use the blunt instrument of parental authority to control you’, or something, right?”

Sam blinked. Her mom could barely hide her smirk.

“We do listen.”

Sam kept her face blank and said nothing. Pointing out the obvious would do nothing but lead to yet another argument in a doorway, ripe for door-slamming and possibly injured fingers. These things always happened in doorways.

Breathe, Sam. Your silence will say enough. 

Her mom broke eye contact first, glancing into the room, eyes widening the slightest bit at the soaked magazine pages on the floor.

“Oh Samantha, you really need to take more care in here. The floorboards…”

“It’s just water, Mom, and the paper got most of it.” Her heart rate was ramping up again. Her hands were flailing. “It’s fine, and you know what, why would you assume I wasn’t being careful? Like why is carelessness and thoughtlessness your first thought? I’ve clearly set up precautions against filtered water you can literally see that, but you couldn’t consider that maybe it was you trying to barge in here that could have startled-”

“-I assume a lack of care because I know you Sam, I’m your mother, and as much as I love you even you must admit you’re prone to impulse, undue planning, you take your possessions for granted as you know your dad and I will simply replace them for you at the dro-”

“-What did you want, Mom?”

This time it was her mother who prolonged the silence, maintaining eye contact, breath firmly controlled. Sam made a note of it, but would sooner die than admit who she had learnt her most effective habits from.

“What I wanted, Samantha, was to invite you down to the garden to do some gardening. Together.”

Sam rolled her eyes.

“Why is that such a shock to you, Sam? I’m elated you’ve taken to botany so well. God knows I tried to get you into it as a girl, not that flowers or weeding held any sway over you. But now you’re entering a new phase of your womanhood, you’re developing a sense of aesthetic taste, domestic pride, a new sense of responsibility, shedding your teenage fascination with the gloomy and macabre-”

“Literally what gives you that impression? I’ve got 3 animal skulls right there on my shelf Mom-”

“-Well you’re not wearing that awful makeup-”

“-Because it’s a Sunday and I only woke up an hour ago! Don’t tell me we’re two minutes into our first interpersonal interaction of the weekend and ‘cause I’ve not put my eyeliner on yet you think I’m, what, I’m ‘shedding the goth’-”

“-You are developing more refined tastes Samantha and I don’t see why you would deny that!”

It was taking all her willpower not to scream. She felt that if she turned around now, every plant in the jungle of her room would be giving her a menacing thumbs up. Tear her a new one! 

“Oh my god Mom it’s just a bit witchier! Subcultures have fashion cycles too! Like yeah I’ve put my old band posters into storage and bought an oil painting at that auction we-”

Sam stopped. Breathed. Why did every conversion with her mom get so derailed?

Well because her mom found ways to sneak insults into every conversation, that’s why. Because she could do that. When Sam tried, it got her grounded.

It also tended to derail their conversations even further.

There were two ways to deal with Mom when she was like this. Way one, give her what she wants - a fight. Rise to the bait, throw some back, speak her truth, let the conversation switch between radically different topics at a whim.

Way two was de-escalation, and was far harder. It required a metric fucktonne of self-control, but mostly, just three ingredients.

Ingredient one: Stay On Track.

“Thanks for the offer Mom, but I’ll stick to my bedroom plants, thanks.”

“And while they’re looking lovely - besides that weeping fig of course - we are fortunate enough to have plenty of garden space, where plants can actually thrive. Are you unappreciative of that privilege?”

Ingredient Two: Don’t acknowledge insults that have nothing to do with the topic.

“I just want to focus on my bedroom, Mom. I don’t like the garden that much, you know that.” Not totally the truth - the greenhouse was pretty great. Mostly because it was firmly her territory. The perfect lawn and perfect flower beds were her mother’s.

Mom sighed, and set her shoulders. She was gearing up to say something. Something hurtful, no doubt. Sam braced, and prepared for Ingredient Three - when it gets really bad, disengage entirely. Shut the door. It wasn’t running.

Her mom said, “Well, we can do something about that. What would you change about the garden?”

Sam blinked.

And stalled.

“Samantha?” A nervous laugh. “Anyone in there?”

Sam frowned. “Um. Sorry?”

“You don’t like the garden. That’s a little hurtful as I put so much effort into it, and I think it’s rather beautiful, but I want you to like it too. So. What should we change?”

This was entirely new. Sam had no plan for this, whatever it was.

“Is it that it’s too “neat”? You’re “rewilding” attempts in the greenhouse are far from what I can deal with in the garden, and your father only convinced me to allow it was the greenhouse is mostly out of sight, but perhaps we-”

“Are you being serious?”, asked Sam. It wasn’t said with spite, or even incredulity. Just suspicion. Maybe even hope.

Her mom carefully folded her hands in front of her. She’d understood perfectly. “Dead serious, Sam. I- I want us to share something. We’ve never had something we could do together, except maybe swimming when you were little (but then you wanted to stop), and now that you have this wonderful new hobby, and it’s something I like too! So even if it means ceding some ground, if it means being able to spend some time with you that we both enjoy, even if it’s not really my company your enjoying but I get to see you enjoying yourself with me, then that woul-”

“It’s too much of a monoculture.” interrupted Sam, who had taken a small, defensive step back into her room.

“I’m sorry?”

“The lawn. It’s not just “too neat”, or “too perfect.” Like yeah I think it looks ugl- no, actually, it’s not that, it’s like it genuinely makes me uncomfortable. Those perfect lawn stripes are, they’re like this symbol of America but only in this really gross, plastic-and-fructose-syrup way, you know?”

Her Mom hesitated. She began to speak, but Sam barrelled onwards.

“And it’s not just how it looks, ‘cause like, turfgrass lawns are just such an issue. Like you have to put so much effort into keeping it up because it’s an invasive species and not meant to grow in the US so you have to keep it going with just so much fertilizer and even paint which runs off into rivers and causes eutrophication but then you also have to douse it in pesticide which kills of pollinators and you have to aggressively mow it with that massive fuel-guzzler-”

“Okay you hate my lawn, but you can’t ask me to lose the whole lawn!”

“Why not? We don’t use it for anything - you entertain on the patio, we don’t use it for games or even walking, it’s just there!”

“I won’t have our beautiful land just be mud-”

“Mom you asked for my opinion!”

Her mom blinked, and, for some reason, shut up.

“You can’t do that you can’t come to me with a sob story about bonding and ask me something point blank and get angry at my response without letting me finish the goddamn thought.”

Her mom opened her mouth, closed it, and gestured with her hand. Please, finish the goddamn thought. She folded her hands in front of her again.

Sam nodded. “Thank you. Look I can send you articles, there are alternatives, if you want to do that and if you want to take my mere suggestion seriously. Like, moss, or clover, or wildflowers. Or maybe even do something with all the space? You’ve got the planters crammed up against the patio. You could fill the space with more planters and have paths fill that space if you wanted to do something really cool. And make habitats for the pollinators. Like the botanical gardens.” 

Her mother’s eyes registered that. Their trip together for her thirteenth birthday had been her mom’s suggestion and she hadn’t given Sam much of a choice. Sam had reluctantly adored it all the same.

The small succulent from that trip had stayed on her desk ever since. Alone, until earlier that year. When it suddenly gained a whole host of siblings.

Time to disengage.

“Look Mom, I’ve got to finish this. Mopping up the water. I’ll send you those articles if you’d like, though.’

Her mom straightened, smiled with lots of teeth. “Of course, Samantha. I’ll read them.”

Sam nodded, and went to close her bedroom door. Her mom gently stopped her. “I’ll be in the garden, if you need me.”

A thin smile. “Sure thing, Mom.” She closed the door with a soft click.

Sam liked to imagine the plants were angry on her behalf. They’d seen the whole thing, and obviously they’d be on her side. 

Sam grabbed a dirty t-shirt from her laundry basket and set to mopping up the remaining water. As she worked, she counted all 38 plants her in room and noted their locations, light levels, water levels, obsessively-

God, she just couldn’t make her mom understand. That it wasn’t about looks and aesthetics and beauty, it was about the- the- the inherent sanctity of plant life, the codependent relationship between flora and fauna, the exchange of air and breath, the nutrient cycles, that her own

daughter you are mine the daughter of green the daughter of ultraviolet the queen of roots uncountable through the ground the city the planet

you are ruler you are monarch the flowers the leaves the vines these are your children these are your subjects these are your responsibility

you understand child you understand my daughter that humanity is infection is gnats is too-much-water is invasive grass it must be purged this pest

is yours to feed on to take their nutrients they are flies in the trap you will do my bidding my sweet greendaughter they will do yours you are chlorophyll you are ectoplasm shed your meat dissolve the juices of your flesh you-

…

Sam gasped and clutched her hand. She had somehow managed to find a sharp-enough pencil with which to stab her palm. She looked up, brain catching up to the fact that she had managed to drag herself to her desk, even amid the episode.

That was good. New, but good. Her body was able to act to pull her out, now. Even if she didn’t remember it.

Just another example of feeling eerily disconnected from her flesh body.

She fell into her office chair, and her head fell into her hands. She breathed. Always fucking breathing, like it’s a chore. Fucking oxygen. It never felt quite right, these days.

She needed to center herself. She knew the steps. Couldn’t remember the fucking steps. They were in the notes app on her phone. Where was her phone?

On the ground, by the jerry can and the mason jars and the magazine pages. Okay. Easy.

She sat up, walked, then half crawled to the same spot on the floor. Crossed her legs, sat upright, faced the desk, keeping the pencil in sight. Flexed her injured hand, and reached out for her phone.

She found the list quickly enough - she’d put the shortcut on her homepage.

5 See

Sam spoke aloud to the room. “I can see my phone; my desk; the window with the tree in full bloom. The raccoon skull on the windowsill. And the jerry can, it’s still got a bit of water in it.”

She shuddered a breath out. Unlocked her phone again and read the next line.

4 Touch

Sam closed her eyes and concentrated. “I feel the small stab wound from the pencil in my left hand. It fucking hurts. I feel that my right leg is a bit damp from sitting on the floor. It’s cold. I feel my boots on my feet, because I never took them off. I feel my pajamas on my skin.”

A longer breath in, and one out. She carried on, no longer needing the list.

“I hear the air conditioning, even though it’s not very hot. I hear the odd car on the road. I-”. Sam hesitated. How honest are you meant to be during these things? “I still hear the echoes of the voice. I hear words like ‘daughter’ and ‘queen’ and ‘flesh’ and ‘green’. But not with my actual ears. It’s a metaphor, kinda.”

“I can smell the lemongrass candle I’m burning. I can’t think of a second smell. Maybe my own body odor? I haven’t showered yet.”

“And I can taste my own ass-mouth, as I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

Sam sighed, and opened her eyes. A bird chirped from the tree. She furrowed her brows and stared.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier buddy? I had to admit I heard his voice instead, you tardy bastard.”

The bird probably didn’t laugh. But it sure sounded like it.

Before she could forget, she opened the Grand Spreadsheet on her phone, and went to the “SAM” tab. She logged the time, with the note “short episode. Mild self injury broke it, no memory of that bit.” and hit ENTER.

Five seconds later, her phone rang - the screen flashed the caller ID “circuits mcgee 🌱 🤓✌🏾🧑🏾‍💻🍑”

He started talking the moment she accepted. “Ohmygod Sam are you okay??”

“I’m calm enough to have filled in the spreadsheet so let’s say yeah.”

“FUCK. You were doing so well, it’s been weeks, thought we’d left ‘em behind for good. What’s the injury?”

“Stabbed my palm with a pencil. Not very hard, I don’t think? There’s a bit of blood but it stopped already.” Sam opened her hand to inspect the little puncture. A small spec of gray left by the pencil and some dried blood, and it stung to hell, but she had had far worse.

“Yeah but Sam, you know as well as I do that around here, an injury healing fast doesn’t necessarily mean ‘all is well’.”

He had a point, there. “You’re right, but I’m being honest actually, it really is tiny. I can send a pic if you want confirmation I’m not just bei-”

“Don’t you fucking dare send me a picture of your wound Samantha Manson.”

Sam let out an honest-to-god giggle.

The line beeped.

“That’s Danny, wanna-?”

“Yeah add him in.” said Sam, as the texture of the background noise changed with the opening of a new line.

“Oh my god, Sam are you okay?”

“She’s good man, sounds like a small one.”

“They’ve gone down in severity and frequency, I honestly think we’re coming to a close on that.”

Danny’s voice again. “I know you don’t like talking about it over the phone, want us to swing by for a debrief?”

“Honestly there isn’t much to it that isn’t what I’ve covered before. I’m his daughter-queen again, we love plants, we’re eco-fascists, yada yada.”

“It’s not the info that’s important Sam, it’s you saying it.”

Sam nodded, before remembering they couldn’t see her. “Good point. Even so, a full debrief feels unimportant. I can just…” Sam hesitated, then completed the thought. “I can just tell my plants.”

A short, but uncomfortable silence over the phone. She had hoped that comment would land better.

Tucker spoke first. “So no change on that front?”

Sam reached out a hand above the pothos hanging near her desk, and with a slender finger, beckoned it upwards. It rolled, like it was stretching itself awake, and a leafy vine reached up to her fingers. Curling around it, not dissimilar to a cat.

mother, she imagined it crooning.

Her thumb gently stroked a leaf. “No change on that front. If anything…”

“It’s getting stronger, isn't it.” asked Tucker.

Sam didn’t want to answer that. But Tucker’s correct conclusion was unnerving. “Was that a lucky guess, or…”

“...It might be the same for me.” He said, in a small voice.

“For fuck’s sake guys, there’s a tab on The Spreadsheet for this! Why is this the first I’m hearing that you’re both getting… more?”

“Well sorry Dr Fenton-”

“Don’t call me that-”

“-but what with updating it with all the spying I’ve been doing on half of fucking Caspar High-”

“Tucker tracking your symptoms is more important than tracking Dash’s-”

“Guysguysguys, let’s all pipe down, kay?”

The conversation went quiet, again. They all took a moment, planning their words.

Sam broke the silence. “I’ll go first, if that’s okay?”

Their noises of assent came through simultaneously.

“Okay so point one: Danny, you’re probably right about Tucker and I not being totally on it with documenting our developments.” Sam twirled around in her office chair, eyes darting about her room. “I can only speak for myself, but it’s mostly just that not much has changed? Or more that it’s changing gradually? Like I have an episode, I can log that. But ‘I think I’ve got a bit more control over my houseplants this week than last week, and a tree might have tried to talk to me yesterday’ feels like an unimportant update. I dunno. What about you, Tuck?”

There was an awkward silence. Some shuffling. Neither Sam nor Danny stepped in.

It was something of a habit amongst them. Thinking space didn’t always need to be filled with noise, especially when it was obviously someone’s turn to talk.

Eventually, “Ah man. It’s less that, more like, I guess you’d call it denial? Like… okay, skipping a bunch of keystrokes when hacking the GIW and using your brain instead is something I can probably brush under the carpet until I put it into words in The Spreadsheet which is either ironic or fitting I guess.”

That was new. Tucker had been developing… some sort of connection to his networks and cybernetics. At least enough to have rare insight into how those systems functioned, and sometimes being able to intuit novel solutions, or just know when something would bug. And one time, he may have granted his phone partial sentience. But a direct input into his code? New.

“Well that, and, agh. Right okay, full cards on the table. Sometimes, I go to put something about myself in The Spreadsheet, and I get this itching feeling. One high up in my chest that’s too deep to scratch. Not sure what to make of it, but I don’t like it. So I avoid triggering it, okay. Probably just anxiety.”

Another silence. Sam froze.

Danny asked, “A kinda itch that’s like, ‘stop that right there’?”

“Well yeah.”

Sam’s heart rate spiked, all the plants on her desk standing to attention. “Wait, you get that too?”

“Not you too, Sam.” came Danny’s voice. He sounded small, defeated.

“Okay this wasn’t me covering anything up, I’d just never like, consciously thought of it like that before?”

“Okay, you both get an itch that makes you not want to do something - in your case Tucker, it’s when you’re like, compromising your own security?”

“Yeah. Or like, my privacy, or data.”

“Sam?”

“Well it doesn’t come up very often? Can’t even think of a time, just that what Tucker said rings a bell?”

The sound from Danny’s line had changed. He must have found somewhere away from the shopping crowds.

“Okay. Tuck, what kind of feeling do you get when you, I dunno, patch in a new security protocol to The Spreadsheet?”

“Well I feel satisfied, obviously.”

“Yeah but is it a different kind of satisfaction to like, doing well on a test? Is it specific to when you’re hacking something?”

Sam could hear Tucker processing that. She had to process it too.

Tucker eventually managed an eloquent “Fuck.”

“Is it like, like a slight vibration? Feels like a warm cat purring on your chest?”

“Yes, Sam, that is exactly what Obsession feels like.”

“Shit.”

“Shit.”

“Shit.”

“Well I guess we can stop speculating that the denizens of Amity Park are slowly developing ghostly traits, if Sam and I are developing Obsessions.”

Because that was the crux of the whole matter.

For the last year, the three of them had been doggedly tracking the changes in the population of their little town. People acting just a bit stranger, a bit more compulsive. Heart rates and breath rates decreasing. No obvious reactions to blatant ectocontamination in the cafeteria food.

Voices just a bit more distorted over the radio, or tv. Heaters turned down, AC turned up. Tucker had even set up a bot to analyze the blinking rate at Caspar High and some local offices to compare with similar places elsewhere in the state. Unsurprisingly, the citizens of Amity Park didn’t feel the need to blink as much.

Shrugging off the voices in the cornfields, the apparitions in the woods, the shivers down your back when you look at a cemetery sideways. These adjustments had come quickly to the population due to their sheer frequency - The Horrors only hold sway when they surprise you. But the blatant unease the town residents gave to outsiders wasn’t just shrugged off amongst themselves - it was firmly, blatantly, ignored.

“No but you guys are special cases, you both had prolonged, individual overshadowings by powerful ghosts and your obsessions are related to them. Most of the town have either been mass-influenced, or just had quick stints as meatsuits. Like we’ve known for a while something’s happening but it feels like it’s speeding up for some people - Paulina’s never been this concerned with being pretty, or Wes with being up in everyone’s business. Then there’s the school building itself which is a whole ‘nother-”

Sam cut in. “Okay okay, we definitely need a big meeting to talk this through. Today?”

“Probably not, I’ve got mom’s actual normal gun to deal with…”

“I found a weakness in our backdoor to the Mayor’s Office’s security and it’s got me paranoid, I gotta patch it before something happens…”

“Okay, tomorrow after school? Yours, Tuck?”

“Sure thing, I’ve got the car tomorrow too. I’ll pick you up on the way in, Sam.”

Sam scribbled the reminder on a note. “It’s a date, gang. I’ll try and put together like, a report, I guess.”

Danny said, “I’ll catch up with you guys on the school steps tomorrow. Stay sa- Mom Jesus Christ that’s not how you- guys seeyousoon.” and his line went dead.

“Talk soon, Sam!”

“Talk soon, Tucker.” She hit the red phone icon.

The pothos, without encouragement, had continued to climb into and around Sam’s hand, gently holding a leaf against the pencil wound. The rest was clamped tightly around her wrist and forearm. Too tightly. 

With the feeling of being watched, Sam turned her head, glancing around the rest of her bedroom. Every plant had shifted slightly, reaching for her, leaves and stalks fighting gravity to be closer to her. 

mother, she imagined, again.

She extracted her hand, and walked briskly to the door. She strode quickly down the bright hallway, and down the grand staircase, grabbing her father’s set of keys from the hallway bowl. Reaching the front door with the full intention to shut herself in the plantless, steel, diesel and chrome deathtrap that was her father’s car and just drive, she stopped with the door handle in her hand.

A slight tickle filled her chest. An itch.

She turned to look through to the kitchen, and could see her mother in the garden beyond. Her usual hairspray-hard hair had rare flyaways, and a streak of mud marred her perfect neutral makeup. She knelt by a flowerbed, a tray of poppy seedlings on a paving stone beside her. Babies that Sam didn’t know yet. Her mother gently teased aside the soil with her trowel, placing each seedling bundle with care.

Sam’s chest warmed as she watched her mother. It hummed. She let go of the door handle, set her shoulders, and went to join her mother in the garden.

#ectoberhaunt23 #eh magic #day 2 #botanomancy #minor injury #blood #self-injury #possession (mentioned) #dissociation #mentions of a firearm #returns to tumblr with an entire oneshot yeahhh #dp #dp fanfic #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #how does one write pauses without using “breathed” every other line #creepy amity park #Self-harm #fanfiction #long post #lolly talks

[enbyleighlines]

LGBTA Headcanons for the Tellius Cast

Now that I’m replaying PoR, I can’t stop thinking about the characters, so here are some LGBTA headcanons:

Ike is gay and also on the ace spectrum. Due to comphet, he doesn’t realize that he experiences attraction to men (however infrequently) until late into the events of Radiant Dawn. I feel like being around a bunch of beast laguz (who I headcanon are more open about sexuality), Ike finally gets a clue.

Soren is gay, and 100% in love with Ike. His entire character arc in PoR is (unintentionally or otherwise) a metaphor for coming out.

Ranulf is bisexual, which I headcanon as being more common among laguz. It’s not necessarily that there is a higher percentage of bisexual people, but there is so little stigma about sexuality that laguz are more likely to be open about their bisexuality.

Kieran is definitely gay, though I doubt he understands it. He is misinterpreting his feelings for Oscar, like that meme about sending a letter to a girl you have a crush on to tell her to leave your school. In fact, Oscar probably figures out Kieran’s true feelings before Kieran does. He is deep in denial.

Oscar is bisexual, though not open about it. He put his entire life on hold to look after his brothers, so he’s definitely not even looking for romance in the events in PoR. And while he bonds with Kieran in PoR, I don’t think it’s until RD that Oscar’s feelings turn romantic. I like to imagine that, post-RD, when Oscar re-enlists in the army, he finally confesses to Kieran.

Nephenee is a lesbian, but suffering from comphet just as badly as Ike. It’s not even until she meets Heather that she realizes that girls can like other girls, and that opens up a whole can of worms for Nephenee. It takes her a long time to untangle her thoughts, but post-RD, Heather and Nephenee return to Ohma, and live out their sapphic dreams of living on a farm with their dozens of rescue animals.

Mia is aro/ace. She may be a romantic, but only in the sense that she dreams of being a dashing hero, going on adventures, and having epic duels at dawn with a fated rival. She has never been interested in dating or marriage, and doesn’t understand why everyone else cares about it so much. But she tries her best to be supportive, nonetheless!

Tibarn is bisexual, and Reyson is gay. I imagine that their feelings for each other have remained mostly unspoken by the start of PoR. Perhaps they are reluctant to bridge the gap, unsure of how it will affect their friendship. By RD, however, they are 100% sharing a bed, in love and not at all secretive about it. I like to think that seeing them together was the beginning of Ike’s gay awakening. At first, he’s confused why they are sharing a tent, and he asks Ranulf, who is just like. Is that a joke? And Ike gets his first lesson on sexuality!

Sigrun and Tanith are in a relationship by the start of PoR. In the beginning, Sigrun was a person Tanith greatly admired, aspiring to be as strong as her. Once they began looking after Sanaki together, romance between them blossomed, though due to their positions, they have to keep it private. (Plus, I doubt Begnion is super queer-friendly.)

Lucia is a gallant, charming woman, and I imagine that she has many admirers of all genders. Lucia herself is bisexual, but she is married to her job above all else, and doesn’t have relationships that last longer than a few months. She becomes Melior’s foremost serial heartbreaker.

This post is getting super long and I am getting tired, but I may continue this at another point. I clearly hold too many LGBTA headcanons…

#tellius

[jaded-but-queer]

Ships in the rewrite that I’ll use ✨

Fluttershy - Discord (obviously lmao)

Twilight Sparkle - Sunset Shimmer

Rarity - Applejack

Pinkie Pie - Cheese Sandwich

Rainbow Dash - Vapor Trail (I'm debating about this one but the more I think about it the more I like it)

Minor ships in the background will probably include

Chrysalis - Mantis (they'll be much more strained than in DOD/SILOD due to their complicated history with each other)

Flash Sentry - Sunburst (minor but I might have their child be an attendant to Lily Sterling, and I adore the headcanon of Sunburst being the younger brother of Sunset Shimmer)

Soarin - Braeburn (a classic ship that will be very minor and probably only be mentioned a few times by the twins who will probably still be biologically RD and Soarin's; in this rewrite, they'll have mutually broken up not long after the events of BOD)

Bonus! How I might structure Screwy's friends in this rewrite

Apple Blossom as I mentioned in my previous post will be redesigned into Bloomin' Apples and will be the daughter of Sugar Belle and Big Macintosh. She is now a unicorn and isn't on the best of terms with Screwball, and they consider each other to be nuisances (Screwy can't stand Bloomin''s unpleasant and stuck-up attitude while Bloomin' just finds Screwball to be annoying to be around and has a habit of giving them backhanded compliments whenever they see each other); ironically she gets along quite well with Mothball after they first meet and regularly hang out. She and Thunder had an on and off again relationship before she broke it off for good, and things are currently very awkward between them; it doesn't help that their parents are extremely close to each other.

Thunder Dash and Lightning Dash's names have been tweaked to now be Thunder Blast and Lightning Blitz, and as mentioned earlier they'll still be RD and Soarin's kids but their parents haven't been together since they were still infants. Yes, this means Prism won't exist but I honestly didn't care much for her lmao. Lightning is the no-nonsense straight man to Thunder's lovable himbo (Joey Tribbiani is my best comparison for him) and they care very deeply about each other despite their petty spats. Lightning is still very close to Screwball and loves them like a sibling while Thunder won't be as close to Screwy like in the OG but still considers them a close friend.

Cinnamon Stick and Cinnamon Roll will still exist since I adore them but I'll be tweaking Cinnamon Roll's name into Cinnamon Bun just for funsies. Now personally, don't ask why this is just what I thought of while rethinking their characters, I love to portray them as being Hispanic/Latino-based (if I had to be specific I'd say Central American, maybe Nicaraguan or Guatemalan); I've even named their late birth mother Dulce D'Leche. They both have much more noticeable mental scars from their childhood, in case you don't remember their bio mother passed away after the family bakery caught fire and their bio dad abruptly left without explanation (boy will I have a fun time explaining DF's hidden explanation for this in my next post), Cinnamon Bun tries her best to hide it but has times where she can't help but grieve for her mother that she never got to know since she was just a baby, and Cinnamon Stick will be very quiet and reserved with a knack for being sarcastic/rude for no apparent reason whenever he's uncomfortable around others; he's extremely sensitive when it comes to the topic of his birth parents, and Screwy's the only one who's witnessed his tears for his beloved mother and his rage towards his coward of a father for leaving them. Cinnamon Stick will be Screwball's closest friend right after Lily Sterling and I imagine Screwy has a soft spot for Cinnamon Bun and treats her like a baby sister whenever she visits.

Mothball now has a long pretentious name because that's my favorite thing to do: The Crown Prince of the Changeling Empire, Io "Mothball" Insecta von Roachanov III; Mothball is a nickname from childhood that just stuck, it's changeling slang for a "rambunctious/temperamental grub (infant)". He will have extremely low self-esteem as a side effect of his mother's treatment and the isolation he faced growing up, and he'll have the habit of questioning compliments like "... you really think that?/I don't know about that" and tends to doubt his own intelligence. I mentioned in my first post that the changelings are an extremely conservative matriarchy, and this has its effects on him when it comes to social interactions and how he believes he must hold himself as a male of his species. Luckily for him, Screwball is all for breaking rules and social norms and helps him come out of his shell not long after they first meet (they'll be young adults when they officially meet in this rewrite and have had past romantic relationships/immature crushes). His infatuation with Screwball develops fast and I like to use the phrase: He fell first but they (screwy) fell harder. They absolutely adore the hell out of each other once they get their issues sorted out and will drop almost anything if the other needed them.

BTW I might also try and portray Mothball as being on the autism spectrum, something that he himself won't find out until adulthood since I can imagine Chrysalis (with her ancient and overtly conservative ass) doesn't really believe in it being a real thing her own son could have.

Oh and Dinky has been Thanos snapped out of existence because I found her character to be very underwhelming lmao and her role will be replaced by my redesign for Princess Flutterby Lily, Princess Sterling Lily. Sterling will have a lot of history with both Screwball AND Mothball; her role in my rewrite will be based very loosely on the role of Rosaline from Romeo and Juliet, and if I had to describe her personality it would be Angelica Schuyler/Isabela Madrigal. She holds herself to an extremely high standard and is considered by many to be far too selfless, just like her mother, and doesn't quite know what she wants to do with her life outside of being the crown princess of the crystal empire.

#mlp #screwball mlp #daughter of discord #son in law of discord #disneyfanatic2364 #bride of discord #mane six #mlp next gen #fluttercord

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In Calvert County, MD: Urgent Rescue Plea: Help Siblings Sun and Sage Find Their Forever Homes- Calvert County Animal Shelter - Maryland.

Sun and Sage are Looking a Second Chance!

We are reaching out to you on behalf of two remarkable souls in need of a second chance at life – sibling dogs, Sun and Sage. These beautiful 1 year old creatures have faced adversity in their young lives and are now seeking the love, care, and guidance that only a compassionate rescue organization can provide.

Sun and Sage's journey to our shelter via Animal Control has been one fraught with challenges. Their previous owner, unable to manage such large dogs and recognizing their need for more than they could offer, made the difficult decision to surrender them. Born into a world where they were tethered outside for the majority of their days, they have known little beyond the confines of their yard. This limited exposure has left them under-socialized and fearful of the unknown.

Both Sun and Sage react to new people and experiences with apprehension, often resorting to barking when faced with uncertainty. However, beneath their fear lies the potential for immense love and loyalty. With the right environment and patient guidance, they can blossom into the faithful companions they were meant to be.

Sun, a sturdy 102lb male, is already showing promising signs of progress. He is learning basic commands like "sit" and, once he trusts you, eagerly accepts treats as tokens of affection. Sage, his equally remarkable 87lb sister, awaits the opportunity to discover her own potential with the support of a caring guardian.

We understand that placing both dogs together is not feasible, and we recommend separate placements where each can thrive individually. Due to their size and disposition, we recommend homes without small children at this time. While we do not have information on their compatibility with cats or other dogs, we advocate for slow, proper introductions to ensure a harmonious transition.

Sun and Sage's ideal forever homes would feature patient caregivers who can help them build their confidence and create new experiences. With the right environment and dedicated caregivers, these dogs have the potential to transform from timid souls into cherished members of a loving family.

We implore you to consider opening your hearts and homes to Sun and Sage. Together, we can provide them with the opportunity to rewrite their story and experience the joy of unconditional love.

Sun and Sage will be altered, up to date of vaccines, heartworm tested and microchipped.

Please reach out to us if you can offer these deserving pups the chance they so desperately seek.

🐾❤️

Jamie Hash

Volunteer and Rescue Coordinator

[email protected]

410-535-7387

Rescue Pick-Up Hours:

Monday – Saturday from 10am – 4pm

Adoption Hours:

Tuesday - Saturday from 10am - 4pm

5055 Hallowing Point Rd. Prince Frederick, MD 20678

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  Linda L. Kelley Animal Shelter | 5055 Hallowing Point Rd, Prince Frederick, MD 20678

#dog rescue maryland #dog rescue #dog rescue baltimore maryland #doglover #dog adoption maryland #cute animals #adopt a dog #pets

[theartisticpixelbit]

So, I have been very sick for a while, and this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time till I could muster myself out of bed to get to my computer. Anyway, here's the largest and bulkiest of the mane 6. She is 100% the momma bear friend. ════ •✧• ════ MIDDLE NAMES WORK THE SAME AS LAST NAMES IN MY AU, MOST CHILDREN TAKE THE LAST NAME OF WHICH EVER PARENT THEY WANT ════ •✧• ════ So, I have been very sick for a while, and this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time till I could muster myself out of bed to get to my computer. Anyway, here's the largest and bulkiest of the mane 6. She is 100% the momma bear friend. ════ •✧• ════ MIDDLE NAMES WORK THE SAME AS LAST NAMES IN MY AU, MOST CHILDREN TAKE THE LAST NAME OF WHICH EVER PARENT THEY WANT ════ •✧• ════

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BIO:

Name: Apple 'Tree' Jacqueline

Nickname: AJ, Applejack

Gender/Sexuality: Female (Bisexual - Female Preferred)

Parents: ☠ Bright 'Tree' Mac(Dad), ☠ Pear 'Tree' Butter(Mom)

Siblings: Big 'Tree' Mac(Brother), Apple 'Tree' Blossom (Sister)

Partner: Rainbow 'Zephyr' Dash

Children: Wild 'Zephyr' Twist (Youngest), Honey 'Tree' Crisp(Middle), Zap 'Tree' Apple(Oldest)

Other Relatives: Granny Smith(Grandma), Braeburn (Cousin), Babs Seed(Niece), Way too many to count

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┌── •✧• ──┐

HEADCANONS:

🍎 Applejack figured out she was a lesbian after venting a lot to Rainbow Dash. She dated a couple of mares until she realized she was in love with RD.

🍎 She has the traditional Apple Family Bulk, and not only is very tall but also VERY strong.

🍎 She is the tallest of the mane 6 🍎 Applejack has many scars from protecting the farm from Timberwolves.

🍎 After the events of "Twilight's Kingdom" the mane 6 got those colorful strokes on their hair, Rarity and AJ dye their hair back to their natural colors

🍎 AJ offered to carry all of her children through pregnancy, out of excitement, and also out of fear that AJ's draft horse genes would make their foals way too big for Dash to carry and ultimately harm or kill her like with what happened with her mom.

🍎 Unfortunately, when Pear Butter was to give birth to their third child, Applebloom, she met her demise due to several complications with labor. Bright Mac, not too long after, died from Broken Heart Syndrome. Big Mac is the only child to remember anything of his parents, and likes to tell stories of how they were. Applejack loved those stories, but still to this day is heartbroken that she cannot remember anything about them. 🍎 AJ's hat is 100% Bright Mac's hat.

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#art #mlp #redesign #(✿~autistic_artist~✿) #(✿my_art✿) #mlp art #my little pony #mylittlepony #applejackmlp #applejack #redesign mlp #character redesign

[zoobobs-blog]

My personal MLP lore:

I have a lot of ships and lore that I personally have. I have been working on making my fics fit for publishing on fanfic sites, but for now:

Rainbow X AppleJack. They live together on the farm but are both very independent in the relationship as RD runs the Wonderbolts and AJ manages the harvest with occasional assistance from Apple Bloom & Co

Big Mac /Orchard Blossom = She / Her Trans Fem

Starlight X Trixie X Sunburst: Starlight and Trixie are romantically in love and they platonically love Sunburst as their QPP. It's a Queer platonic Polycule.

Sunburst = He/Him Trans Masc

Fluttershy X Discord: After realizing their own love decide to play match maker with all of their friends. Who are clearly in love but too nervous to make a move. Discord naturally plans very chaotic meet-cute scenarios while Flutters reels him back into a more subtle approach.

Chrysalis becomes somewhat reformed after she is displaced as ruler of the Changelings she is forced to figure out who she is on her own.

Twilight X Rarity: I can't explain it better than autistic girls love shiny things and they are both shiny things. They live together in the castle and Rarity travels with Twilight to canterlot and back for royal duties as well as check on her boutiques.

I'll add more to this as I recall it, but for now enjoy some of my published fics

#zooboblore #mlp #fimfiction

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Info for Faith In The Future World Tour CUYAHOGA FALLS, OH, JUN 1 2023

With special guests THE ACADEMIC & SNARLS!

Important Times:

2:00PM - Early Parking Opens

4:00PM - All Parking Opens

5:00PM - Plaza Doors Open

6:00PM - Gates Open

7:00PM - Snarls

7:45 PM - The Academic

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate. The show information is always subject to change.

Details here.

General admission (pit tickets):

There is no line up for pit

Gate to access seats and pit opens at 6pm after the plaza has opened.

🔆⚠️ HIGH TEMPERATURE ADVISORY ⚠️🔆

Temperatures are expected to reach the 90s F (33ºC)!

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

20oz Bottled Water unfrozen ALLOWED

Wear sunscreen!

Eat well!

Subject to change. Check the venue’s socials for updates!

Here are important policies:

The venue is CASHLESS! Pay with a card or mobile pay! If you don't have these, staff will be available on-site at the main gate merchandise booth to exchange cash for card, dollar for dollar, without any service fees.

Upgrade Add-ons: VIP Green Room Access ($125), Club Access ($110)

Parking: Free general parking is available to all ticket holders. Free parking is located in our grass parking lots approximately half a mile to a mile from our main ticket gates. ADA parking free. Closer parking pass sales ended 10 days prior to show day online at Livenation.com.

ADA info here 

Cameras: Small non-professional personal cameras are allowed in the venue. Flash photography, video, removable lens or GoPro cameras are not permitted. Flash photography, video recording and professional cameras are strictly prohibited and not allowed in the venue. Photography is allowed providing it is with a non professional personal camera with no flash. Audio recording is also prohibited.

20oz Bottled Water unfrozen ALLOWED

Food in a clear, 1-gallon ziploc bag. One bag per person ALLOWED.

Small binoculars allowed

Non-aerosol sun tan lotion and bug repellent ALLOWED

Standard size 3' diameter umbrella ALLOWED. Golf umbrellas and/or umbrellas with metal/plastic tips are not permitted

Ponchos/Raincoats ALLOWED

Blankets ALLOWED

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO drugs

NO glass, plastic or metal containers

NO coolers

NO knives, firearms, mace, pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Ipads

NO selfie sticks

Lawn chair rentals $15

The Allegiant Lawn is not available for purchase and the Lawn Pass is not valid for this show.

Food info here. Make a reservation for the Blossom Grille here (The first 50 diners in our reservations will receive a goody bag with Louis treats included.) It's a full-service open-air restaurant and bar. Menu here.

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

VIEW VENUE MAP

VIEW SEAT MAP

For more details click here

Bag Policy

CLEAR plastic/vinyl tote bags no larger than 12” x 6” x 12” and/or

Small clutch bags (6”x 9”). The small clutch bags do not need to be clear.

No other bags of any type will be allowed. Any bags that do not meet our guidelines must be returned to your vehicle.

For more details click here

Banners, signs and flag policy:

Signs larger than 8.5 X 11 in are not permitted into the venue. This size is a standard sheet of paper.

We do not allow in banners or signs that are larger than this due to the potential to block other guests view of the performance.

All signs must be appropriate in nature and not be a distraction to the artist.

NO Large signs, posters or flags

For more details click here

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at [phone]. You can also access their website. Email [email protected]. Check their twitter here and Facebook here for updates. Address: 1145 W Steels Corners Rd, Cuyahoga Falls, OH 44223

#venue policy #venue protocol #fitfwt cuyahoga falls

[reusedprops]

This Cecil Green Park House is seen in Psych: Deez Nups (2013) when Lassiter and Marlowe are getting married when Max The Axe's gunmen storm the wedding looking for Herb Pollock and later seen in The Flash: Out of Time (2015) when Leonard Snart and Mick Rory attack the Santini crime family. 

Later is seen in Riverdale: The River's Edge (2017) When Cheryl Blossom invites Betty, Veronica, and Archie to her afterparty where she attempts to cause havoc between the three of them and later seen in Fifty Shades Freed (2018) at end of movie of them walking outside house with there son and later house is seen in The Haunting of Bly Manor: The Great Good Place (2020) its seen before a wedding party.

6251 Cecil Green Park Rd, University of British Columbia - Main, Vancouver, BC V6T 1X8, Canada

#recycled props #psych 2007 #the flash #riverdale #fifty shades freed #reused props #The Haunting of Bly Manor #historical drama #period drama

[princessposie]

15 Squash Blossom Rd, Eagle Nest, NM

#old house #decor #me #from zillow

[grannymoon]

The Great Mystery

by Stephen Halpert As I took a container of raspberries from the ‘Fridge, I remembered something that had happened back in the days when we lived on Warren Street. It was summer, and the raspberry bushes we had brought over from our previous home on Sartell Rd had blossomed, and now bore fruit. We were on our way home from our morning walk. Even though it was relatively early in the day, the…

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