I fear I don't talk enough about how sweet RoBul can be in my hetaverse.
Yes, their relationship is a mess and they break up and things are really not great between for some time (I mean they do get back together but its rough for a while) but they loved (and love) eachoter!!!!
Their love is very much requited on both parts i mean!!!! That's why it hurts, they love eachoter so badly and fought for eachoter and hell, even killed for eachoter but in the end, it wasn't some greater force that truly separated them for some time. It was themselves. Thats why they are devastating to me.
They didn't just stop loving eachoter is what I'm saying. They never did, even if more or less they wanted to believe that.
[And that's all I'm gonna say]
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What if Caine just spawn a baby that look just like gangle and Jax what would they even do with the baby?
Caine: OOOOHHH JAXXX! GANGLEE! I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU TWO!
Jax: if it's not a 3 months vacation away from the ribbon woman I don't want it.
Gangle: *glares at him offended*
Jax: what? You know you want me gone too.
Caine: EVEN BETTER MY HUMANOID RODENT PAL!
Jax: Caine call me that again and you'll be having a date with the tooth fairy.
Caine: WHAT I HAVE FOR YOU TWO IS WAYYY BETTER THAN A 3 MONTH VACATION AWAY FROM EACHOTER!
Jax: 4 months vacation away from eachoter?
Gangle: were putting Jax in the cellar?
Caine: NO! AND NOT YET! I WILL OFFER YOU THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIFT THERE IS! LIFE! *pops out a kid out of nowhere*
Gangle: *grabbing her head in schock* WHOS KID IS THAT?
Caine: YOURS OF COURSE! *hands it to her* and Jax's.
Jax: *zoned out* huh? What? *looks at Gangle holding the kid* I LOOKED AWAY FOR 3 SECONDS!
Gangle: *holding the kid and cradles it gently smiling* it's so cute actually-
Jax: yeah. Is it hungry? Does it need milk? I'll go get milk.
Bonus:
I drew how the baby would look
Her name is Mey, she's also circus themed ♡
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hellooo fixed my computar
okay so i sat down and drew some new pony ocs i had sketched out on a paper in my room and gave them a story lol merry freakymas (just merry) is pretty introverted but a very happy pony.. she is bipedal since birth, and is selective mute. she likes cereal and yogurt and watching videos on youtube, she loves her friends more than anything, and is DJPON3 biggest fan!!
she likes plants and animals and her special talent is growing plants with her horn and magic
black tea is a barista and a waitress, she likes fashion and shes very cool and sometimes mean but she loooves loves loves merry so much shes her best friend forever!!!! and then theres breakfast.. she is mean to him and he is too but they love eachother so much too they just like to annoy eachoter a lot.. also they're coworkers in the same cafe
breakfast punch is a chef, and enjoysspending time with his friends, and loveoooooeeod loves loves merry so much too, theyre all friends and they make her food that she likes. he gets angry pretty easily and thats why tea likes to annoy him (his name was butt..plug but i found that too mean for him)
they are housemates and theyre always getting into wacky adventures in ponyville and yeah so fun i like them :-)!
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The road to perfection
In which Albedo is too attached to his darling to let them go, no matter what.
He’s done it. He’s finally done it.
With an undisclosed liquid dripping down his forearms and powdered chalk coating his gloved hands, he leans over his creation. His creation, concieved of fear and obsession.
His poor, pitiful darling, ever so generous, so kind, loyal, perfect, and still so terribly ill-fated. It is truly the fate of all mortal creatures by nature, he knows all too well. Afterall, there’s no stopping the hand of Celestia when it extends towards you, intended on taking you away.
He watched your body deteriorate by time, clutching your wrinkled hand tightly as your conscience peacefully drifts away from you. Laying in the arms of your beloved, you pass on, unaware of the lives your fleeting presence will influence and consequently bring to ruin.
Your abscence left an abysmal void in him. How could a human come and nestle themselves so deep into his heart, only to leave without his explicit permission? Wallowing in despair at the loss of his beloved, he wandered the streets of Khaenri’ah as if the never-ending stroll would exhaust his being and he’d eventually join you in the afterlife.
But then he saw you again. Sure, you looked different in a few ways; your hair wasn’t as shiny as before. Oh, Archons it wasn’t even the same color, but it had to be you.
Approaching the person in a feverish manner only to be met by denial and rejection, Albedo was stunned into silence, looking at the extension of you he had falsely put together in his mind with a cold glare. Surely you’re just confused, you have no idea what you’re talking about. You love him.
Even after his relentless efforts, ‘you’ still continued to deny him. ‘You’ shut down his advances each time he tried as much as touch you; but that’s all he craves, beloved. And if you won’t let him do whatever his heart wishes, then he might resort to taking unsavory actions.
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But he couldn’t. No matter how much you resisted him, he could never hurt you. So, with a heavy heart and shaking hands, he let you slip away from him once again. And so, the cycle continued over centuries.
It continued until it didn’t. He had enough of going so far into your relationships, only for you to selfishly leave him to suffer in his ever-consuming loneliness.
But no longer would he stand for this. If his beloved thought they could escape him using natural causes as an excuse, he would prove them wrong. He would go above and beyond for his beloved, no matter what it took.
No matter what kinds of crimes against humanity and even Celestia itself he had to commit, he couldn’t even care for the divine punishment he was bound to receive once word of his experimentation got out.
He would make his darling permanent. He only needed to figure out how to make them perfect.
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He always did like Starsilver. The colour of it- when extracted- could make an elegant hue of blue for his portraits. The leftover grains from the mineral gives texture, personality; something that his creation lacked so far, but he was determined to change that.
You didn’t even have the consciousness to form a single thought. Perhaps he should keep you this way. So pliant and motionless, without a single urge to resist his desires, but then again, he does miss having meaningful conversations with you.
This way, you’ll be just like him! The perfect couple, isn’t it so romantic?
Caressing down your cold, artificial leg, he nuzzles his cheek into your still limb lovingly. Albedo marvels at the way your skin reflects the gleam of the frigid moonlight, the way your hair - which he religiously combs day after day- cascades around the stone table you were laid on.
He can barely wait until you wake up.
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Although you gained your conscience only a moment ago, your eyelids felt so heavy you couldn’t open your eyes. As sound slowly fades in, you hear quiet humming accompanied by glasses clicking against eachother. The freezing temperatures that would otherwise bite your skin now feel merely comfortably cool, the air filling your aching lungs stung as if you haven’t taken a breath in a million years.
Unbeknownst to you, during your painful inhale, you let out a strained gasp. You only realized your mistake when the humming stopped and pure silence set in.
Your breathing -however excruciating it feels- accelerates in panic, the rise and fall of your chest giving you away clearly. You dare not open your eyes in fear of what you might see once you do.
But you couldn’t hear anything other than your own hushed breathing. No humming, no glasses, footsteps… No sort of sound whatsoever. Perhaps whatever put you on edge has been finally driven away by your presence. Waiting for a few more moments in anticipation of something, anything happening, but still nothing.
Opening your eyes, you’re met with a face only inches away from you. Albedo’s hair frames his face and drapes down, tickling your skin. His dazed, icy eyes gaze into yours, as if searching for a soul.
“You’re finally awake, my beloved.”
“I missed you.”
“Welcome back~”
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