#threetwoonego

[ponyprideful]

My Appledash next gen foals!

From youngest to oldest, we have Zap Apple (he/him), Autumn Glory (she/her), and Cinnamon Cider (she/her)!

They are my beloveds, and therefore the first I will post about!

That being said, I will be writing everything under the cut, because trust me, I have a lot to say when it comes to them. So if walls of text are okay with you, then enjoy! I am honored!

🌈⚡️🍎

“Last one ‘cross the orchard n’ back has to muck out the barn! ThreetwooneGO!”

~

Zap Apple

Nicknames: Zap, Zapster, Zapple, sport/champ/spark plug (by his moms)

12 years old

Cis Male, he/him

Earth Pony

Family: Applejack (ma), Rainbow Dash (mom), Autumn Glory and Cinnamon Cider (younger sisters)

Special Talent: Running, especially races

~

Zap Apple’s birth holds some superstition with a few members of the Apple family. His arrival lined up perfectly with the arrival of the zap apple harvest, and when he came out emblazoned with a rainbow mane, some believed that whatever magic caused the zap apples to bloom had also somehow created new life in the form of an Apple foal. Of course, when told that his pegasus mother also had a rainbow mane, a couple backed down, but there are some who still believe his existence was magically fated… not helped by the fact that neither of his mothers are entirely sure how he got there in the first place. It is just a little odd that two mares of different species would be able to conceive a child just days after discussing wanting one while the zap apple signs were forming.

Named after the electrically-charged rainbow apple that gave his family its reputation so long ago, Zap Apple is the first born of his parents, and there’s absolutely no mistaking that he’s his mothers’ son. He is energetic and feisty, with the only thing faster than his hooves being his big mouth. His mothers tend to take turns joking about whose qualities he got when he gets into trouble, though it’s more than clear that they wholeheartedly love and support him. He can often be seen racing against his ma, momma, and sisters through the orchards on slower days, if he isn’t serving time doing chores for his streak of over-competitive trash-talking.

~

Zap Apple Fun Facts:

- He doesn’t have the best reputation. A good number of adults view him as a troublemaking wild card, and a lot of his peers think he’s too chaotic and brazen. Ironically, he gets some of this reputation from aggressively defending the rest of his family’s odd quirks.

- He takes pride in being the spitting image of his late Granny Smith, being the only one of his siblings who knew her while she was still alive. He adored the kooky old lady, and follows even her strangest zap apple regiments to a T.

- He’s participated in every Running of the Leaves since the moment he could run. Even if it’s not technically a race, he is determined to win every single one. The officials have given up at this point.

- He has a weird draw to the Everfree Forest. Despite being dragged out of it many times and being scolded for wandering in it even more, he isn’t scared of it or any of the creatures within it. If anything, he’s fascinated by it.

🍂📸✨

“Y’know, all of nature’s pretty. It just all happens t’be prettier in the golden hour.”

~

Autumn Glory

Nicknames: Autumn, Glory, Shutterbug, Buttercup (by AJ)

9 years old

Cis Female, she/her

Pegasus

Family: Applejack (ma), Rainbow Dash (mom), Zap Apple (older brother), Cinnamon Cider (younger sister)

Special Talent: Nature photography

~

Autumn Glory’s birth was a lot more planned than Zap’s, thanks to a bit of magical assistance from none other than the Princess of Friendship herself, but that doesn’t mean her childhood was entirely smooth sailing. Applejack was rather protective of the newborn filly with her mother’s curly mane and tail, and by the time Rainbow finally convinced her wife that flying so high was normal and safe for baby pegasi, she had already lost some of the instinct to be airborne. It was hard for a filly who loved the sky and the ground equally to figure out where she wanted to be, but in a way, discovering her special talent in photography helped her capture the beauty of both. It was an unexpected talent, but in the end, it really didn’t matter as long as she was happy.

Named after an apple with hints of cinnamon and caramel and a season where leaves have vibrant colors, Autumn Glory personifies (ponifies?) the calm crispness of fall. She is laid-back and patient, with a poetic point of view on the world around her. One could mistake her easygoing nature as complacent from a distance, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. She isn’t willing to back down from a challenge easily, whether that be flying high above the clouds to get the perfect shot, or being the first to plop herself down next to a new classmate and insist on being friends.

~

Autumn Glory Fun Facts:

- She absolutely adores her still-living grandparents, Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles. Whenever she visits them in Cloudsdale, she’ll sit for hours and listen to their stories about Rainbow Dash, much to her mother’s embarrassment (since not all of their stories are exactly… flattering). They also conduct secret scrapbook picture trading.

- She’s also close with her aunt Apple Bloom, but for an entirely different reason. Being an expert in helping other ponies discover the meaning of their cutie marks, she was able to help Autumn understand why hers was so important to her, and was there to reassure her that just because her talent wasn’t inherently related to farming or flying, it didn’t mean she was any less of an Apple or a Dash.

- Rainbow Falls is her favorite place in the whole wide Equestrian world. The rainbow waterfalls are some of her favorite landmarks to take pictures of, not to mention the Traders Exchange and Hearth’s Warming Crafts Fair they host every year. She swears she wants to live there when she’s older.

- Despite her love for nature, she absolutely hates the snow. It’s cold, it buries all her favorite spots, it’s harder to fly and walk, the days are shorter, and she can’t get a good picture with all the white snow reflecting the sun and blinding her.

🍺🥞☕️

“I know cookin’ don’t gotta be perfect to be comfortin’, but I really… really wish I could also get it perfect.”

~

Cinnamon Cider

Nicknames: Cinnamon, Cider, Cinny, cinnamon sugar (AJ), the coolest baker ever, don’t tell Pinkie I said that (RD), Lil’ Blossom (Mac)

8 years old

Cis Female, she/her

Pegasus

Family: Applejack (Ma), Rainbow Dash (mom), Zap Apple (older brother), Autumn Glory (older sister)

Special Talent: Making comfort food and drinks

~

Similarly to her older sister, Cinnamon Cider was magically (and knowingly) conceived. But her mothers and sibling weren’t quite sure what to do about the anxious newborn at first, and often took turns with her. What could be just fine for her one day would be unimaginably stressful the next, and it took a lot of effort to find her comfort zone day by day. She was always fussy and always needing something else. Suffice it to say, Applejack and Rainbow Dash quickly decided that three kids would probably be their limit, but they still did everything in their power to make their little ball of nerves feel welcome and loved. In fact, they still do.

The youngest of the three Apple-Dash kids, Cinnamon Cider seems to jitter with nerves more often than not. She keeps to herself and stresses over seemingly minor things constantly. In a family of loud and proud ponies, Cinnamon Cider might seem like a bit of a strange case, but she’s really anything but. She is as strong-willed and stubborn as any Apple could ever be, and has just as much gumption as any Dash. Hers just so happen to veer off into self-contained panic more often than not. She strives to improve herself in as many ways possible, but tends to be a bit overly critical of herself and her abilities. Not much of a far cry from her family at all, if you really think about it.

~

Cinnamon Cider Fun Facts:

- She is especially close with her uncle, Big Macintosh. Not only do they have a mutual understanding of each other’s quiet natures, but she’s also a huge fan of his bombastic and wonderfully gaudy alter ego, Orchard Blossom. She’s her biggest fan, no contest.

- She has an interest in learning about her family’s histories, especially her ma’s. Even being as timid as she is, she gets some joy out of visiting Manehatten to see her Aunt and Uncle Orange, or in visiting Vanhoover to see the Pears still living up north, and so on so forth.

- She loves flying. Not competitive flying, like her Rainboom-causing mother, but steady gliding. Spreading her wings out on a windy day, letting the breeze carry her high above the ground. She finds it extremely calming, often using it as a moment to catch her breath and relax.

- She has very few and fleeting moments of assertiveness, but she’s often the one insisting her family gets enough food and water while working the fields. She’s cried enough tears to know the importance of proper hydration.

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

qualitea time

ao3!

The door dings cheerfully as Ainsley strides into the shop. The Gap is swift at their heels, like always.

It's nicely decorated, with bright colors, plants, and a variety of seating options. It's clean and well-lit and the food cases are beautifully organized. Macarons are lined up in a rainbow, neatly stacked against one another, and The Gap can just see cartons of pearls and jelly behind the counter from where they're standing. There are only two workers, one making a tea while the other rings up the customer in front of them. Ainsley's standing behind them, staring at the menu, and The Gap files behind Ainsley.

The customer finishes paying and receives their drink. Ainsley steps forward, not looking at the worker even as they greet them. The Gap feels a little bad, so they lean around Ainsley and wave to them.

"Hi!"

The worker — Sunny, she/they, their nametag reads — smiles at them. "Hello! Welcome to Tea-rrific!"

"Thank you!"

"Gappppppp," Ainsley whines. "I don't know what to getttttt."

The Gap hums and looks over the menu. It'd been a while, but they'd been here before, so if they could remember what Ainsley had gotten last time... oh! There! "How about honeydew milk tea?"

Ainsley does a sighing little hum. "I don't know... what if I don't like it?"

"You could always get strawberry?" The Gap offers. "But, I mean, you got that the last few times we came here."

"Strawberry's so basic, though..." Ainsley sighs. "And, like, did I? I literally don't remember ever coming here in my entire life."

"Yeah!" They don't come often enough for The Gap to really recognize the workers or anything, but they remember— "We sat on that loveseat and you almost spilled your cup over it, remember? And then you were worried they were gonna kick us out since you'd almost damaged their furniture?"

Ainsley snaps their fingers. "That's right! Oh my god, I remember now." They turn to Sunny. "Can I get a honeydew milk tea with strawberry pop pearls and extra sugar, please?"

"Sure!" She taps on a tablet, logging the order. "Will that be all?"

"Yeah."

"Alright!" Sunny reads off the total and Ainsley pays as the other worker begins making the drink. Ainsley takes a step to the side and pulls a green straw from the cup of them on the counter. "And for you?"

"Hi!" The Gap tells her. "Can I get a taro milk tea with coconut jelly, please? With less sugar?" They point to the little sign beside the straws, which lists how one can customize the amount of sugar in their drinks.

"No problem!" Sunny taps on the tablet. "Anything else?"

"A chocolate macaron and a strawberry one, please!"

They nod, tapping a few more times before they read off the total. The Gap reaches into their pocket and pulls out some cash, counting out what they need and handing it to her.

There's no one else in line, so The Gap shuffles closer to Ainsley just because they want to, rather than to get out of anyone else's way. Ainsley's gotten their tea now, and turned to lean against the counter and survey the seating options as The Gap gets their stuff. They get a green straw to match Ainsley, and thank Sunny as she hands them their macarons and tea.

"Have a tea-rrific day!" they tell them.

"Thanks, you too!"

"Thank youuuu," Ainsley calls, and grabs The Gap's wrist — carefully, since they're holding macarons — and pulls them over to a high-top table with cushions on its chairs. They set their drink down to hop up on their seat, and The Gap follows suit. They both unwrap their straws and hover them over their cups.

"Threetwoonego!"

They slam their straws down and sip their teas. Ainsley just barely finishes first, throwing their arms up and screeching in victory. The Gap pouts a little, but they're grinning too widely to even pretend to be upset by their loss.

"So?" they ask. "How is it?"

"Delicious. Thank you, The Gap, I don't know what I do without you."

"Me neither!" The Gap beams at Ainsley. "I love you!"

"I love you too."

The Gap leans over to give them a forehead kiss, but the table is wide enough that they can't reach sitting down. And the seats are high enough that trying to give Ainsley a kiss standing next to them would still be annoying to stretch up and do, so they clamber over the table — just a little bit! — to reach Ainsley.

"Mwah!"

"Awwww, The Gap..." Ainsley delicately kisses The Gap's cheek. They immediately look away and take another sip of their tea, cheeks dusting over with pink. The Gap beams again and sits back in their chair.

They pull their macarons out of the wrapper and hand the strawberry one to Ainsley. They break the chocolate one in half and Ainsley does the same with the strawberry, and they switch halves. They eat in silence; Ainsley is still a bit flustered and The Gap is happy to just sit with them.

After the macarons are gone, The Gap silently offers their cup to Ainsley and they switch cups, trying each other's drinks. Ainsley's is pure tooth-rotting sweetness, and The Gap wrinkles their nose a bit. There's a reason they'd asked for less sugar in their tea.

Ainsley smacks their lips thoughtfully. "Like... it's pretty good, but it could be, like, a bit sweeter." They hand The Gap's drink back, and The Gap passes theirs back to them, laughing.

"Yours is pretty sweet, Ainsley!"

"I know, right?" Ainsley sounds almost proud of it as they take a sip of their tea, humming happily at the taste. The Gap laughs fondly.

The door dings as another customer comes in, and The Gap remembers there are other people here besides themself and Ainsley. They're almost startled by it, and a little embarrassed at being startled, and suddenly uncomfortable here.

"You wanna go?" they ask Ainsley, looking over at the door and back to them. "We can check out the other shops."

"Sure." They hop down from their chairs, and The Gap gathers their trash and throws it away.

The door dings as they leave, like it's telling them goodbye. The Gap hums back, feeling more settled with Ainsley by their side. They lace their fingers with Ainsley's and squeeze lightly, and Ainsley squeezes back, and they're out of there.

[girl3442-blog]

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[kentuckywrites]

T3CHN0 DLC: CATALYST

CATALYST (noun). A person or thing that precipitates an event.

Featuring Ruadha and Ophelia from @skell-pilot-sora .

"Race you for it THREETWOONEGO!" 

Ruadha’s twin Gemels were out in seconds, the grappling daggers deploying and sinking into the ground far off. He got a flying headstart, smiling all the way. Should he have asked for directions back to the city before initiating a race? Nah, he’d find his way. He always did, and even if he didn’t, the adventure was what truly mattered in the end! Even the victory that came with winning a race didn’t matter as much to them, not in that moment.

What mattered was that Fudge was alive. Fudge Carson, their best friend, their buddy through thick and thin, was alive and well and breathing. 

Ruadha remembered the pain. He remembered hearing the news about Carson Tech, a terrorist sneaking in and igniting a bomb that destroyed the entire building, caved it inwards like a house of cards. He remembered his Mamaj coming home, pale as a ghost, bandages covering up her more serious wounds and her arm in a cast. He remembered his mind on a constant loop, his energy faded and dull, upon hearing the news, seeing Fudge’s grave a few days later. 

Seeing Fudge alive was…it was a miracle. A blessing, a wish Ruadha had sent to the stars, but never once did he think it would come true. 

And that was why his smile was brighter than it had ever been, that was why Ruadha embraced the skies with more vigor than ever before. Their method of travel meant that there were constant points where they’d end up launching themselves higher, higher into the sky, and in those moments they could see Fudge blasting underneath them, feet plastered onto the back of his rocket hammer. He gained a decent lead, knowing the way back far better than Ruadha did, but it didn’t matter. He could see Fudge’s determined smirk, hear his laughter on the wind. Alive, alive and happy and as it should be. Ruadha felt a small ache in his heart; he’d missed this, he’d missed this so much. He never wanted this to end. 

The city walls appeared on the horizon, and Fudge looked upwards, keeping track of where Ruadha was. He said something about competing against a rocket hammer, his voice dull against the thrill of the moment, but he failed to notice how close he was to the gate. He smacked headfirst into the support beam, his rocket hammer flying further into the city. Ruadha promptly burst out laughing at the image. But in his laughing fit, he didn’t pay attention to his angle of descent. He ended up gliding through the air, nearly crash-landing, but he managed to get his shield angled upwards so he could avoid smacking into Fudge’s back. 

…Of course, that’s what he thought he did.

Was it the wind that angled him down again? No, there was something deeper, a new feeling that had crept up inside Ruadha’s heart to replace the nostalgia. His head pounded as he made contact with the beam, the shield sticking itself deep within the wall as he toppled backwards, skidding across the steel flooring. Groaning, Ruadha picked themselves up, their smile wavering as they observed the damage. Worst case scenario, they’d have to pay to repair the wall -

No. No, no no no no. No. NO. 

The shield was embedded in the wall. Fudge’s decapitated head was perched on top of it like a hunting prize while the rest of his lifeless body bled out on the floor, broken, irreparable. 

Ruadha stood up on shaky legs, unable to pull his gaze away from the scene. He couldn’t move past this spot, frozen, incapable of processing what he’d done. This couldn’t be real, this didn’t feel real. No, he wouldn’t accept this. 

When he finally found the will to move, Ruadha stepped forward, forward, bending down to grab his gemels. Why did he care about them? Fudge was dead. Dead again. By his hands, his stupid idiot hands, he was so dumb it hurt -

Why was he pointing a gemel at Fudge’s head? Wait, hold on, no, he shouldn’t have a finger on the trigger. He was dead, he was dead, what the fuck was he doing -

BANG.

The first shot rang out louder than Ruadha could process. It hit Fudge’s head square between the eyes. Black blood dripped from the wound. Ruadha tried to force their hand down, tried to remove their finger from the trigger, but it remained in its spot despite their mental resistance. Lightning shot up his spine, something embedded there that he hadn’t felt before, and when the lightning reached his mind he screamed, loud and clear and pained. The gemel fired again.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG -

“Ruadha.”

Finally, free will returned to him, and Ruadha looked over his shoulder. That voice…it was Mamaj. Ophelia. Her tone was colder than the blood beneath his skin, ice cold and stoic. It wasn’t like anything he’d heard before. 

“Mamaj?...” He whispered, afraid of the answer, afraid of what he would say next.

But she didn’t. She said nothing, nothing at all. She shook her head, turned her back to him, walking back into Primordia, into - no, no, that wasn’t Primordia. Primordia was not a spiral into darkness, a tunnel into a void unknown. It swallowed Ophelia whole before he could scream for her to come back, come back and help him, and eventually the void touched his feet and removed every waking scene from his vision. Everything disappeared with the shadow…

Save for Fudge’s body, sprawled out on the ground, and Fudge’s head, still perched on the shield above. 

Ruadha fell to their knees. They cried and screamed and begged the world to return life to them, they couldn’t stand it here, this void of loneliness with only their mistake to haunt them, they couldn’t fucking breathe -

~

Ruadha woke with a start, nearly falling out of his chair. The force pushed it back from the desk he’d been sleeping on top of, and it spun until it hit a wall. He panted, trying to regain his surroundings, convince himself that it was all a dream. Yes, he knew where he was. This was Fudge’s lab, the messy abode of creation. The freckled Outfitter wasn’t far, sitting in front of the monitors in the center of the room, eyes wide and watching. 

“...You good, Ru?” Fudge asked carefully, putting the screwdriver in his hand down. His face was smeared with motor oil - right, yes, they were trying to recalibrate the engine for Fudge’s new Skell. Ruadha nodded, though he knew every part of him betrayed this answer. Fudge continued to stare, expression blank for a moment. He opened his mouth to say more, but Ruadha spoke first.

“Bad dream. Very bad dream. This isn’t still a dream, is it? You’re here? You’re alive? You’re not dead and I’m not still dreaming?”

It came out in a rush, a rush that was characteristic of him at this point. He gripped the sides of the rolling chair, waiting for Fudge’s response. Finally, Fudge chuckled, grinning with a gentle warmth that most people weren’t lucky enough to see.

“Not a dream. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m not dead and you’re not still dreaming.”

“Good. Awesome. Perfect. Excellent.” Ruadha repeated synonyms, all for himself, all for consolation. He slid further down into his chair, breathing a sigh of relief. His eyes closed for a second, long enough that when he opened them again, Fudge had gotten up, was approaching him. He offered out a hand for Ruadha to take, and when he did, when he pulled himself up, their hands stayed like that for a second. The warmth was appreciated, and Ruadha ended up mirroring Fudge’s smile. When their hands finally separated, Fudge beckoned with his head over to the monitors, to the piece of engine he was working on, still on the table in front of them.

“Talk to me about it while we build. The distraction might help.” Fudge offered, “Unless you still need a minute, I mean.”

“Nope, we have so many minutes, I don’t wanna spend them sitting down,” Ruadha chirped, his energy slowly crawling back to him, “We build today. We build every day. It’s better like this.”

The last sentence was a slip, a confession from the heart. Fudge paused before responding. 

“It is. It really is.”

[magpiemorality]

Maybe 8 with Logan saying it to a side of your choice? Preferably platonic.

Combined with: 

Mayhaps 8 or 23 with intrulogical 👀 👀 👀 - Anonymous

I combined these because I really was not into number 23 I’m afraid and two Logan with 8 “You can be more into it, ya know. Be more enthusiastic about being kidnapped.” wouldn’t have been very different!

Taking this chance to do a quick reminder to please PLEASE include the prompt, I deliberately am filling these first so I don’t forget which prompt list they’re from this time but in future I will probably have to get rid of asks without the prompt and I really don’t want to because I love filling them for you guys! 

Also this is intrulogical, but platonic. You’ll see how it works! 

AO3

***

“Ah ha ha ha! You fool, Mr Holmes! I’ve got you right where I want you, now there’s no escape!”

“Oh no, I have been caught in this deadly trap. What a terrible occurrence. I am so very helpless. Whatever shall I do.”

“Logan!” Remus pouted. Logan grimaced, watching the other side stomp his foot in frustration. “You can be more into it, you know! Just, be more enthusiastic about being kidnapped!” 

Logan grimaced again, eyeing the loose rope bonds with extreme skepticism. “But that would be illogical. I can escape quite easily, you know, and it would be entirely out of character for Sherlock to enjoy being caught.”

“Logan!” 

“It would be!” 

Remus bounced on the spot a few times with a childish whine before letting out a mighty, put-upon groan of defeat. “Fine. Fine! We’ll play it your way.” A click of his fingers had the ropes squirming tighter, and the room they were playing in turned dark and dim at the corners, tables and cupboards appearing, strange symbols on the walls and random objects everywhere. “There, how about Sherlock Holmes and the escape room? That any better? Spoiler alert; if you don’t escape in five minutes I get to slime you. Deal?”

When Logan lit up with a wild, excited grin, Remus knew he’d finally hit the mark. So much for his diabolical mad villain game, but he kinda liked making Logan happy a bit more than playing out just one of his many, many fantasies. This could be fun too, especially if he got to slime Logan. 

“It’s a deal.” 

“Good! Threetwoonego!” Remus shouted, running out of the room to watch through the glass door instead. Logan started to struggle free, and Remus sighed happily. He had the best friend in the whole wide world, and he never wanted to let him go ever. Maybe he couldn’t keep Logan tied up in escape room games for the rest of their lives but he could finally ask him to be his QPP... Maybe. If Logan won. 

Maybe if he didn’t, too. 

Logan’s laugh brought him back to the present and he grinned to see the other side free and brandishing a sharp knife, deerstalker hat back in place on his head as he got to work. 

-

[shihozaki]

Hi, you can call me Clio my pronouns are she/her, can I request a Haikyuu matchup?

I'm INFP, scorpio, slytherin. I have long blonde hair and green eyes. When people first met me they think that I am l cold and mean but when they met me better than they learn that I'm just a big ball of sarcasm and black humor. I love to friendly tease and bully my friends, but if someone else is bullying my friends, I will end them. I love to read, currently my favorite book is Six of Crows. I am about 5'7/5'8. My favorite animal is cat, and recently I adopted a little black kitten and of course I named him Kaz. I speak 4 languages, I love chemistry and I hate math.

Thank you so much for waiting! Here’s the long awaited matchup, I hope you like it!

I pair you up with Kuroo Tetsuro!

You became Nekoma's manager because you weren’t interested in any other clubs. Besides, it was just a simple job, right? Wrong. You had adopted the volleyball team without even knowing.

The whole club welcomed you with loud cheers, making you a bit embarrassed. You quickly warmed up, becoming a great addition to the volleyball club.

You could tell a specific captain was being overly friendly with you, often helping you out with unnecessary things like tying your hair or holding your bag.

You didn’t mind- it was kind of cute. He eventually asked you out, and you agreed- on the condition that you would keep it a secret for now. You didn’t want to deal with the club’s teasing.

Of course, secrets don’t last for long, and you guys were caught kissing behind the equipment room doors.

Kuroo is willing to take you anywhere you’d like to go, to picnics to a cat cafe- he always wants to spoil his girlfriend.

Mutual teasings 24/7, that even Kenma cannot keep up. He just glares at you guys and mutters something about “Love is blind” and leaves.

Constant rants about how lucky he is to date you. He said he was surprised that you would even accept his feelings since you were out of his league.

You would do anything to wipe that smug grin off his face- but you have to admit, it’s pretty hot. Kuroo’s pretty attractive, especially when he’s playing volleyball.

Overall, you guys have a playful relationship, with sweet banters and reasons from the volleyball squad.

Scenario: Getting caught by the volleyball club!

“You don’t have to help me with such simple tasks, Tetsu..” You mumbled, opening the doors to the equipment room. You needed to grab a couple more volleyballs, and Kuroo insisted on helping you, leading to the two of you being alone. “Yeah, well, It was an excuse to do this…” Your boyfriend replied, shutting the door and shutting the two of you into the room. He then leaned closer, his arms trapping you to the wall. You couldn’t hide your blush, Tetsuso’s dark eyes meeting with your’s. “We’re literally at school.” You mumbled, avoiding his eyes. Kuroo gave his signature smirk, giving a sweet chuckle. “I didn’t even say anything. Don’t tell me you were thinking about-” ''-I wasn’t thinking about anything!” You interrupted, becoming redder than before. Cocky bastard, he always knew how to get you embarrassed. “Yeah, right. I know, it’s hard not to think about me…” Tetsuroo whispered, before his lips met with your’s. You leaned into the kiss, your eyes closing. His hand travelled to your waist, both of you melting into the kiss until- “Clio-san! Do you need help-”

You both froze, pushing each off and seeing Lev in front of you, his mouth open as if he saw a murder scene. His hand pointed to Kuroo, trembling a bit due to the shock. “Kuroo-san, what are you doing to our manager?!” You shook your head. “Listen, Lev, don’t tell anyone-”

But it was too late. Lev had already run out of the room. “-Yaku-san! Did you know about this?! Clio-san is kissing our captain!” “Clio is doing what?!” You both sighed, knowing you were in for a ride. Kuroo suddenly grabbed your hand, looking determined. “Okay. On the count of three, we run outside using the other door.”

“Kuroo, why don’t we just explain-” “-ThreetwooneGO!”

Song: Here & Now by BADBADNOTGOOD

The scenario became a bit too long but I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know what you thought about it, and I hope to see you again soon!

[jade-eclipse-lithium]

Twice:

We skipped World War III like a YouTube ad.

Stain:

Jade skipped the Liberation War like a pakour. All he did was walk into their tower and befriend Dr Doof.

Re-Deatro:

Dr Doof? Do you mean me?

Twice:

And now his sidekicks babysit our kids.

Curious:

I take that personally!

Eri:

Do you want an apple?

Lala:

It’s sweet!

Curious:

Well yes, my little angels.

Skeptic:

What am i doing here.

Roro:

Why is English so hard?

Skeptic:

It’s not hard, it’s just subject verbs!

Fumikage Tokoyami:

That’s like the whole thing that we don’t understand!

Dark Shadow:

Glad I’m not counted as a student.

Rody:

Why are you learning subject verbs again?

Skeptic:

It’s subject verbs agreement!

Geten:

This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.

Hawks:

Geten!

Handy:

Race you to the end of the hall way!

Geten:

It’s pointless.

Eclipse:

Threetwoonego!

Geten: *uses his ice to go faster*

Hawks & Handy: *runs after him*

AAAAAAAYYYYYYOOOOO.

Trumpet:

Oh dear.

Spinner:

How do you do your hair?

Toga:

Ooh, fancy!

Mustard:

I think Spinner can carry that hair style.

Trumpet:

I don’t believe it, Pink hair.

Spinner:

You have a problem with pink?

Toga:

He’s not up to the challenge.

Mustard:

That he can do Spinner’s hair so old style yet gorgeous like his.

Trumpet:

Challenge accepted.

La Brava:

Finally some babysitters.

[xaveronx]

THREETWOONEGO

DADIDDYDUMDUMDUMDUM-DADIDYDUMDUMDUMDUM

[crossroadsdimension]

GF Post Puppet AU drabble

If the title makes you uneasy, just...hear me out. There is a good ending for the Pines Family in this AU. I promise. I wouldn’t be able to stand writing this if there wasn’t.

Consider this a bit of a fluffy snapshot into the future for them.

A character that’s mentioned by name in this, Emmie, was created by @howtotrainyournana under the Mystery Mabel AU. If you’ve got any questions about Emmie, go ahead and drop them in Nana’s inbox!

Here we go!

“You mind if I sit down an’ join ya?”

Ford shifted a little against the grass at the familiar voice, and he cracked an eye open to meet the identically-colored eyes of his brother. “Not particularly, so long as you don’t keep me in the shade.” He shut his eye again.

Stan chuckled, then plopped down on the grass next to his brother and lay back, hands behind his head. His feet brushed against one of Ford’s seven fox tails, which twitched out of the way in an almost instinctive response as Ford’s brow furrowed a little.

“Something tells me you’re not out here just because you want to sunbathe,” Ford commented.

Stan looked his brother over, raising an eyebrow. “I question that because most people who say that don’t go outside fully clothed, Poindexter.”

Ford opened his eyes and gave an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes and sitting up so that he could look at Stan properly. He adjusted his red-gold turtleneck sweater and said pointedly, “I’m more out here for the heat than anything else.”

Stan rolled over onto his side and propped his head up with a hand. He gave his brother a cheeky grin, brown eyes flashing green for a moment. “Considering yer wearin’ yer sweater, I’d think you’d be cold.”

Ford huffed, his red-gold tails twitching irritably. One thwacked against Stan’s ankles, which only caused Stan’s grin to widen when the fur tickled. “I should have you know that I am perfectly comfortable. I simply wanted to make use of the summer sun while it was still with us.”

Stan’s grin wavered a little at that, then dropped completely. He rolled over onto his back again and looked up at the sky. “Yeah, it...is kinda nice, ta wake up in the morning an’ not have ta see red up there.”

Ford paused at that, his annoyed expression on his face fading a little. He sighed and fell back on the grass again, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. “Why are you really out here, Stanley?”

“That kid took over the kitchen -- somethin’ about a celebratory dinner. Dragged all the girls in there an’ I do not want to be in the house when--”

BOOMF!

Ford’s triangular ears shot straight up as his eyes snapped open at the sound of an explosion; Stan sighed and rolled his eyes.

“We’re gonna be eatin’ glitter-covered whatever tonight,” Stan grumbled. “Again.”

Ford blinked a couple times, the fox ears on top of his head twitching as he heard the squeals of laughter from inside the large wooden house behind them. His mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Well, it shouldn’t be as bad as the last time this happened, at least.”

Stan snorted. “Oh, I think it’s still gonna get just as bad; the kid’s pulling out all the stops and I think I saw that lil’ personification-whatever hanging around the house earlier yesterday with that too-wide grin Mabel gets when she’s on a sugar high.”

Ford’s ears flopped down onto his head as his eyebrows shot up, and he pushed himself upright again. “Well then. I think a little crowd control might be in order so that no one goes on a sugar high before tonight.”

“Yer talkin’ about Mabel. All eight of them.” Stan snorted. “I doubt that anythin’ that we do would do anythin’ ta stop that. Have you tried that Mabel Juice stuff? Eugh.” He shuddered. “I swear, it tastes even more nightmarish now that there’s eight of them workin’ together ta make it.”

Ford laughed. “I would question why you would drink it in the first place, but then again, you do have more of an iron stomach than I do at this point.” He rose to his feet, being careful not to step on his tails in the process.

Stan huffed, then rolled over and pushed himself up to his feet. Brushing grass and dirt off his jeans, he said dryly, “I didn’t exactly ask for an iron stomach.”

“We didn’t exactly ask for anything,” Ford replied. His seven red-gold tails fell limp behind him, except for the gray tips, which curled up a little in order to avoid brushing against the ground. “I am glad, however, that we can do as we like with what we have.” He started examining his nails in an almost lazy air; a slight smirk crossed his face as little sparks of fire flew from his fingertips. “I predict that Maria is going to come out and start hunting for firewood for a barbecue tonight.”

“What makes you think she’s going to--”

The back door opened, and a puff of glitter came out, accompanied by a seemingly-teenage girl with brown hair and blue eyes that almost seemed to glow.

“Hey Fez? Sixer? Do you think you could give me a hand finding some fallen branches?” The girl stepped off the back porch, leaving a trail of glitter in her wake. “The kitchen’s pretty much unusable after our attempt at making Monster Glitter cookies.”

Stan snorted. “That looks like an understatement. Are we going to need to hose down the entire room again?”

“The girls are cleaning it up; I just figured I’d get a head start on putting something together so that we could make hamburgers outside instead of in there.” She jabbed a thumb back to the house, sending a wave of glitter behind her. “Wood smoked meat has probably got a better taste, anyway.”

Stan licked his lips. “Can’t argue with that.”

Ford laughed. “I don’t see any problem in helping. Although, I would appreciate it if you didn’t get too close -- that might not wash out of my tails too well.” His tails shifted away from the girl.

The girl laughed. “Yeah, I guess not. We’ll comb different sections of the forest and come back with what we find?”

“Sounds better than going down the same path and you getting glitter all over me,” Ford replied.

“Or me,” Stan grunted.

“You’re helping too?” Ford turned to look at his brother, ears tilting forward in interest.

“Well, why not? Sooner this gets done, sooner I can eat.” Stan grinned as his eyes seemed to flash green again. “Biggest pile gets first swig at whatever moonshine you’ve got brewing this time, kid.”

“So long as you make sure Emmie gets none of it this time, that’s fine with me.” The girl flashed a grin back at him. “Threetwoonego!”

[sailor-gomez]

For the fic prompt: "Okay I'm like 75% sure this won't explode"

(gonna use ocs for this post waddup)

“Okay I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode,” Adventure Man stated, setting down the contraption before scampering back over to their sidekick. “well that’s a comforting thought,” he huffed, scooting even further away from Adventure Man’s contraption. Adventure Man gave an excited grin, and Mermaid Magnificent shook his head, what had he gotten himself into?“Okay threetwooneGO!” Adventure Man pulled the cord, releasing the contraption to set off a large chain reaction, which ended up exploding, who knew mentos and diet coke ACTUALLY reacted that way?

(in reference to this post, if you want fandom make sure you specify which one!)

[inz-lokisdottir]

“Hmm…” she looks at him for a moment longer before tapping his knee suddenly. “Threetwoonego!”

Her short legs take off, and she runs a short distance before quickly calling out her choice of game. “Tag!”

GIVE THE BABY HER SODA!

Yessir 🫡

“No!”

“Yay!!”

[im-a-brainiac]

11, 18, 34, 55, 61, 80, 94.

11)(Have you ever) Been to a concert where your favourite artist was playing?

1/54486027917 of my favorite artists, yes :)

18) (Right now are you) Crying?

Nah :)

34) (Do you) Believe people deserve second chances?

It depends on what they did...

cheat? Forgiven, but NO

Fail a test? Yeah..

55) (Would you) Forgive a boyfriend/girlfriend who deeply hurt you?

I'd forgive them, but not take them back..

61) (Would you) Go vegetarian for a month to see what is was like?

I wouldn't be able to survive that. O.O

80) (You can only choose one) Reading OR Listening to music?

Listening to music, not even a question haha.

94) Would you let go of people who mean the most to you to follow your dreams?

Of course not, if they really meant a lot to me as i thought, they would come along(support me). :)

[threetwoonego]

I'm back!

Hi fellas! Tumblr deleted my account few days ago and I was so upset about it that I couldn't even think about doing a new one. But here I am again, I couldn't live without this crazy little thing.

For those who don't remember me, I used to be "threetwoonego.tumblr" and weeks ago I changed my url to "oh--zayn". I came back with the same url so it's easier for you to remember! :)

Hope I can find all my old friends and follow all of you again.

xoxoxox 

[howlingday]

Willow: Weiss, who is that girl over there?

Weiss: That's Ruby Rose, my team leader.

Willow: She's quite the social butterfly. She carries herself with a knight's confidence.

Weiss: ...Whatever you say, Mother.

Ruby: You guys wanna see me drink this chocolate milkshake through my nose?!

Whitely: I-

Ruby: THREETWOONEGO! (Inhales chocolate milkshake for three seconds) AAAAAAAAARGH! BRAINFREEEEEEEEZE!

Winter: (Confused)

Whitely: (Scared)

ruby has the look of a very exquiste wine but has the personality of sunny-d