#pony: Roach

[griffinkid]

My two Schleich horses 🐴

The lighter one is called Michelle and I got her for my birthday from my grandmother in 2005, so I've had her for a really long time!

The darker one is called Roach and I just recently got her from dear @agere-buppy who probably didn't realise she was recreating a childhood memory 💖

[rat-kinqq]

More old ponies 🎠✨

Bonus

They are siblings now hyhy 😋

[pegedraws]

More WIPs. The bug is evolving.

[starryluminary]

Do I have enough concrete evidence to claim Lindsay has prosopagnosia. All I’ve got right now is it’s the only reason that makes sense to me why Lindsay can’t remember Tyler’s Tyler in world tour. What if she literally can’t remember his face

[sapphanimates]

buh.

Adult Spike from MLP G5 is voiced by the same guy who played Sparkie in Mike the Knight

[kikueatgoo]

#sfw ｜golden horse ⚜️🐎

if you're interested in commissioning me my prices are in my carrd: https://kikueatgoo.carrd.co

[pony-express-official]

Dearest pony express employee

I heard your ass was talking SHIT come outside rn you won't

-a man trapped in a mouthwash bottle

What are you gonna do? Drown me in mouthwash? You can't exactly do anything when trapped in there

[0dde11eth]

Ok but picture a drunk geralt coming across a mini pony and chasing it around the field trying to steal it

Jaskier also drunk in the field crying about how he must have gotten cursed to be a giant because look at how small roach is!

She's behind jaskier and is holding him up by his doublet with her teeth

[horny-marbles]

i wanna be a cocky little shit with bad intentions and tell ben i could outsmoke him... i wanna play coy and tell him i'll suck him off if i tap out before him—"ugh, as if,"—knowing damn well i have no tolerance...

i wanna sit down on his dusty ass carpet while he plays the stupid slutty playlists i begged him to put on—bass so deep i feel it in my clit and sampled moans as adlibs—taking my shirt off like it's too hot, like i didn't put on a bikini top as a bra that barely covers shit just for this. taking rips out of his haha-funny dick shaped bong and making direct eye contact every single time, licking the glass rim tip like oops, sorry, i left some lipgloss on it. i wanna look at him with the stupidest grin and red glassy eyes while he adjusts his hard-on through his sweats mid high rant about some rpg like we both aren't well aware i'm doing this on purpose.

sigh... i want him to sit back on his stupid bean bag, legs spread and bulge aching between them, eyes glowing and lidded while he watches me play with the strap of my bikini top, tongue pushed in his cheek and smiling through it while he calls me a fucking slut.

i want him to spit in my mouth so i can use it to slurp on his cock because the weed got my tongue dry as fuck... rubbing and slapping his pretty pink leaking head into the spit and letting me slop all over it while he sparks up a leftover roach. holding my hair in a lazy pony, filter between his teeth and an eye closed so the smoke doesn't sting while he pushes my head down slowly and stuffs his cock down my throat entirely. head falling back and groaning so pretty and choked when my throat convulses around him.

choking out, "fuck— stick your tongue out, baby, i'm'na blow," and painting my mouth and tits and that poor bikini that slipped off a nipple at some point, jaw slack and brows drawn in in this pretty, pained, fucked out face, smoke puffing out through his nostrils... dreamy sigh...

[griffinkid]

Decided to let Roach have some fun with bath bombs. The water turned an interesting colour towards the end but I think she enjoyed it altogether ❤️

[mactavishenjoyer]

Mactavish:"NO! NO! you get pinky pie out your mouth!"

Price:"I WON'T! SHE IS THE MOST INCONSIDERATE PONY!"

Roach, who they haven't noticed in the room yet:"bro what the fuck-"

Mactavish:

Price:

[pegedraws]

Crispy bug-daddy. From Fallout Equestria: Renewal. Spent the weekend recovering from the pain that was last "week", things should be approaching normalsy now, so maybe I can get something real done soon.

[shy-urban-hobbit]

“I mean, you’ve got to feel a little sorry for them really haven’t you?” Jaskier said from where he was mopping up the last of the evidence of the half dead rat Roach had thoughtfully decided to gift them (the first time it happened he’d shrieked in surprise before Geralt put it out of its misery with a matter of fact “Welcome to country living, city boy”). Geralt gave a non committal hum from where he was warming milk up for Ciri on the stove. The little girl sat colouring at the large kitchen table - too large for two, but that would change when Geralt’s brothers and any guests they decided to bring descended on them.

“I mean they’re just minding their own business like, Oh I’m a hungry rat. Please don’t kill me.” Here Jaskier put on a slightly squeaky voice and held up his hands in imitation of paws, still holding onto the mop, “And then wham one of the last things they see is Roach’s teeth coming towards them. So many teeth.” He gave the resident farm cat a critical stare and received a dismissive tail flick in response.

Ciri giggled at his antics which caused him to grin back at her in return. It always felt like a special sort of personal victory when he managed to coax a laugh out of the little girl.

Despite being together for six months, he was still being introduced to her as her father’s ‘friend’ (which was true enough, they wouldn’t be dating if they didn’t get along) and Jaskier was happy to go along with it. Geralt had explained without revealing too much that the little one had been let down by too many adults in her life already, himself included, and ‘boyfriend’ was maybe just a little too official sounding for the time being (and if he said his heart hadn’t broken a little for the five year old smiling at him from Geralt’s phone, he’d by lying), especially after the shit that had gone down with his ex. Geralt hadn’t gone into detail but from what Jaskier had gathered, the woman had had a hidden agenda in wanting to get back with Geralt and Ciri had almost gotten seriously hurt as a result. Geralt had blamed himself for jumping back into the relationship too quickly and so, any potential partners now had to pass what Jaskier had dubbed ‘The Ciri test’.  

He liked to think he’d passed the first portion with flying colours, the tiny blonde seeming perfectly comfortable with him in public places. Now they were dipping their toes into Jaskier staying in their home for longer periods, with Jaskier having graduated from the guest bedroom to sharing with Geralt the previous visit (the brunette wanting the ground to swallow him up when she happily informed her Uncle Eskel of ‘Daddy’s sleepover’ when the man had dropped by unexpectedly the following morning. Geralt had just shrugged and told him to be thankful it hadn’t been Lambert; who could and would, happily take the piss forever).

“Alright Ciri, put your things away and then go get your bedtime book. I’ll be in in a minute.” Geralt said, pouring the warm milk into a plastic My Little Pony cup.

“I want Jask.” Ciri declared form where she was trying to force the crayons back into their box by the (relatively small) handful, Causing both adults to stop what they’d been doing and stare at one another. This was new.

“You sure you don’t want daddy?” Jaskier asked, looking to Geralt for some sign as to what he should do.

“You do better funny voices. Daddy’s all sound the same.”

It took everything Jaskier had not to burst out laughing at that as he took in the minute eye twitch from the other man at that statement, “Geralt?”

Geralt nodded, “Mind if I stay and listen? You know how much I love The Gruffalo.”

Jaskier snorted and felt a surge of fondness. The lies we tell for our children.

It ended up being a joint effort, with Geralt guest starring as The Gruffalo “On account of you being so, well...gruff.” and admitting to a slightly too smug looking Jaskier and a mostly asleep Ciri that “Yes, Jaskier does better voices for everyone else. Especially Mouse.”

"Everything ok? You’ve gone all quiet on me.” Jaskier said from where he had his head in Geralt’s lap as they watched some mindless Netflix show. “I didn’t overstep did I?” He was suddenly frantic, his anxieties bubbling back up to the surface now that he didn’t have a performance and an audience to focus on, “I know you probably just said yes so things wouldn’t be awkward. I probably should have told her no and come up with an excuse but how can anybody say no to that face-“

“Jaskier. It’s fine, honestly.” Geralt said, rubbing his hands up and down Jaskier’s arm in a way he knew calmed him, “I’ve built up something of an immunity to Ciri’s puppy eyes. I would’ve said no if I had a problem with it. I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how I might have a question for Ciri.”

The next morning saw Jaskier seeing both of them off with a hug (also accompanied by fishing a stray cheerio out of Ciri’s hair which he had been too tired to question) before heading back to his city apartment and his job as a music tutor.

“Ciri?” Geralt asked, putting her school backpack by the door as he knelt down to help her button up her coat, “You know how Aiden is Uncle Lambert’s boyfriend?"

It had slowly been killing Jaskier not to check his phone as soon as the text notification came through but he was nothing if not professional and he would not check his phone when he was in the middle of a lesson. Thank the Gods he did wait as he was prettu sure he gave his retreating student a minor heart attack with the squeal he let out at Geralt’s message:

‘Ciri has been proudly announcing to her classmates this morning that Jaskier is her daddy’s boyfriend. Much disappointment from the single mums.’

[pumpkinsy0]

doing that “quickly making out in an elevator” is something pony and curly would do but theyre doing it in their stupid run down nyc apartment, that elevator either smells like ass and roach knees and probably has some unknown liquid on the floor theyve slipped n busted their asses on before or will stop working for a bit and theyre stuck

combine that w the fact that they have to quickly press the close door button cause theyre not waiting for someone to get in and ruin the tension, god forbid its a neighbor

[kikueatgoo]

#sfw｜ Gen 2 Miss Painter 2003 - Fantastic Job Ponies 💛💚❤️

i could not get flats to work for this, so enjoy my clean sketch / lineart for this lovely lady ~!! ૮꒰ ྀི〃´꒳`〃꒱ა

if you're interested in commissioning me my prices are in my carrd: https://kikueatgoo.carrd.co

[horse-md]

If House was a horse he kinda is giving smokey grulla or perhaps a bay dun Mustang. He wouldn't be one of the base coat colors but he also wouldn't be super bright and flashy, and would probably have a stockier build.

I think Chase and his luscious locks would be a palomino or cremello Waler horse with a blaze and two socks, which is also associated with Australia!

Cameron reminds me of a bay Dutch Warmblood, white socks and a star, stripe, snip. She'd absolutely rock wearing ear bonnets.

A blue roan Percheron reminds me of Foreman, I know he's bald but he would have a flowing tail and I think maybe the being bald would just translate to a roached mane. He'd probably have a star too!

Wilson would be a little dapple gray Connemara pony with a snip. Enough said.

Cuddy is a SHINY rose gray akhal-teke, she IS that girl. I think she'd do jumping and kick people she didn't like. The girlies at the barn would adore her I am sure.