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Taking the pony world by storm teehee
Me and my bestie @stormy-writer rolling into ponytown -w-
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Yes sir 🐱
hey um. can you please work on that art thing you wanted to make. please
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Whiteboard Sundrop doodle
Sorry for being on hiatus, just focusing on life more the social media and stuff. I'm still open for requests, I just might not get to it for a while. If I am considering your request, I will message you, but I take 4-7 day long breaks from Tumblr at a time, so it won't be immediate. I'm down for any fandom, as long as it isn't literally disgusting!! (Incest is a no and minimal nsfw) But other than that, you can request OCs, AUs, forgotten fandoms, even nonexistent ones, and I'll try to write for you! Hell, I'd write dinosaurs making out if that's what you wanted (provided I had a good story as well)
I wanted to thank @xxbatsybeanxx, a mutual of mine who's been really sweet and nice and not mean or impatient about me being a little life-focused. There's a few requests of theirs that I haven't got to, as well as some others that are still sitting in my inbox, but I will either get to them or tell the requester that I can't do the request (to the very few who experience this, :( -). Basically this is a reminder that I am available and an update that I am not very present, thanks to all of you! 💕
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Hey hi hi hi Toothless wanted to stop by and give my moots (+anyone else who sees this!!!!) a bottle of
Looks like a certain mascot doesn't get gifts a lot (it's me I'm b:tches)
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
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May I request a Douxie rainy day comfort bot?👉👈 ( Basically Douxie finds Y/n walking home while he's locking up the bookstore, and ofc it starts raining and he knows Y/n is scared of thunderstorms )
yess ma'ammmmm (hope you like)
I honestly love this one every time I make another Douxie bot it's even more canon
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My blog is always safe, everyone is equal and there is no judgement here 🤝
Fun fact: I’m autistic I’m gonna do a thing inspired by another person
Reblog if your blog is safe for autistic people or is ran by an autistic person!
oh and
Reblog if you stand against Autism Speaks!
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Can I have a request, please?
Of course, @azura-the-underrated! Unless specifically changed or closed in a PSA, my box is always open! I'm open to a myriad of ideas, so, please, request away!
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Mayhaps I possibly request another Douxie x OC oneshot? :>
YESSS ofc writing takes so long like this took 3-5 days but it's WORTH IT
Wc: 1.9k (almost made this a 2 part series)
Category: Request, fluff, hurt/comfort
Tw: mentions of insecurity, self-esteem issues, crying, mention of cursing
It was a beautiful day in the Arcadia public library as Lana shelved a few returns, putting them in their proper Dewey decimal places. But for her, the day wasn't so beautiful. Lately, she'd been having long-lost insecurities from her younger years show up all over again, doubts and self-esteem issues on the forefront of her mind. And it was all because of a certain wizard. Well, two.
She thought back to the scene at the park, where she took her late-night strolls down by the fencing. Once she had brought Douxie along, thinking maybe he would join her, but something much more hurtful happened.
From a good few feet away, that night, she had seen the bright pink hair and dark black and blue hair of the spellcasters, Douxie and Zoe. They laughed and smiled and never even noticed her behind them. It made sense they were close, they had nearly grown up together. And yet, Lana's chest tightened every time she thought they may have been too close.
She sighed, shaking herself from the memory and sliding another book onto a shelf before steering the cart to another section. When she saw who was there, looking at all the romance novels, she beamed.
“Mary, Darci! I didnae know you wehre stoppin’ by!” she called, abandoning the cart at the end of the aisle as she ran over to her best friends.
“Hey girl!” they called back, meeting her halfway as they met in a hug. They pulled away shortly, Lana feeling more comforted than just happy. Darci noticed immediately.
“Girl, what's wrong?” She asked, stepping closer again to comfort her. Lana shrugged, not wanting to seem like a crybaby.
“Ah, it's nothin’. I'm just a littel… tired.” She was a pretty bad liar, and Mary and Darci could tell, the two sharing a look. This time, Mary stepped closer.
“C'mon, you can tell us! We won't make fun of you or anything.” Darci nudged Mary with her elbow, knowing that with her, it was a possibility she would. But never with Lana.
Sighing once more, Lana dropped her causal facade and tears pricked her eyes. She swallowed her pride and took a breath. ‘You’re just bein’ silly,’ she told herself. ‘There’s no reason to crye over a boy.’
“Eit’s just…” she paused, turning to the shelves as she tried to find words for the hurtful emotions aforementioned boy had accidentally given her. But before she could speak again, the bell on the door jingled, signaling Lana to go to the desk.
“I'll tell you later,” Lana hurriedly muttered, grabbing the book cart and rushing off, despite Mary and Darci’s protests.
Parking the cart behind the desk, Lana smoothed her skirt on habit, and slid into the chair behind the counter. Just as she rolled into place, a familiar face walked up to the desk. Looking up, the customer-service smile she always wore slowly turned into an obviously forced look, lips pursed as she folded her hands together on the counter.
“Uhm, heow may I help ya today, Douxie?” she asked, voice a little shaky as she tried to ignore the dread and tears bubbling up her throat. It was such a little thing that happened, but her insecurities were getting the better of her as she watched him, so nonchalant in his ways.
“Heya, Lana,” he winked, only noticing after a moment how sick in the stomach she looked. “Are you alright?” He looked her over, seeing her breathing shutter as she exhaled. “Fine,” she muttered, averting her gaze to the books stacked next to her. She couldn't feel any more like a poor lamb, the wolf not even realizing he's baring his teeth.
Just then, they both heard two gasps and subsequent shuffling before the girls appeared again, nearly diving behind the counter as they guarded their best friend. Darci stood by Lana, hand on her shoulder as she gave a disapproving look to the punk boy. Mary took the offense, standing in front and glaring daggers at Douxie.
“Would you excuse us?” she asked, her tone cursing him off in ways that would make a sailor blush. He paused, almost feeling the singe of the crackling tension in the room.
“Is something wrong?” He was genuinely concerned, trying to look over Mary's shoulder to see Lana—who was silently crying as Darci comforted her—while Mary refused to let him see. “Go away!” Mary snapped boldy. He couldn't even understand why they were so upset, but he could tell they weren't going to let it go any time soon. So, with a sigh, he headed off to one of the aisle, glancing back at them as Mary continued her eyeball attacks until he was out of sight.
She immediately turned to the other girls, the expression of a concerned mother in her eyes as she jumped over the counter to hold Lana's hands.
“Is he why you've been so down, Lay-lay?” she questioned, more than ready to take him down. Darci rephrased the question, acting as the sensible buffer for Mary. “What did he do?”
Letting out another shaky breath, Lana wiped the tears from her cheeks and forced herself to speak.
“Eit's not him,” she sniffled. “I'm just… bein’ oversensitive. She didnae do anything wrong.”
The girls paused, sharing another look before Mary softened her tone and asked another question.
“... Who’s “she”?”
Shaking her head, Lana sat straighter and took a breath. She fixed herself up and forced herself to act like a lady, even if she wanted to bawl her eyes out.
“Zoe,” she explained. The girls nodded, knowing of her, but still unsure of why it was different now. “Douxie took Zoe to my walkin’ spot, in the paerk.” Mary and Darci understood instantly. She had only taken them to walk with her 4 months after they'd been friends. It was her special place, the one spot where she could always feel safe, with or without people.
“Oh, Lana,” Darci cooed, her comforting hand firm on Lana's shoulder as the blonde pulled herself together. “It's alright, he probably didn't mean to.” Sighing, Lana nodded.
“I knowe, I knowe,” she stood from the chair, looking down at her hands in Mary's. “Eit still hurts, though.”
Without hesitation, the girls hugged her, almost trying to squeeze the sadness out as she hugged back. Between her friends loving arms, she found a small sense of peace her love life lacked, and she let out a deep exhale. This was good.
After the sweet moment, the girls pulled apart, deciding to sit at the desk and chat, taking Lana's mind off things.
Until the familiar face came back.
“Lana?” the sweet British voice called, as confused and worried as it was before. The girls glared at him, although not entirely cutting him off. Lana, giving a small, hurt smile, stood and walked warily around the counter.
“Ey, Douxie,” she said softly. She leaned against the counter, knowing that her friends had her back and she had no reason to feel insecure.
He, however, was feeling all sorts of insecurities. Mostly with how he acted. ‘Was I too loud? Too annoying?’ his mind raced. ‘Does she just… not like me?’ Now that thought particularly caught his attention, but he knew better than to freak out before finding out the problem.
“Is everything okay?” he anxiously asked. “Did I do something?” But she just shook her head, looking down as she fiddled with her thumbs. “No, no, eit's not… really your fault.”
Taking another breath, she looked back at the two girls watching over them, causing them to look confused. They got the message, but why would she want them to leave? Although not understanding, they nodded and started backing away anyways.
Lana turned back to Douxie, hoping the words would come to her easily. Unfortunately, that's never the case, and she fought for the sentences she needed to say.
“... We need to taulk.”
This sent a spark of fear down his spine, but he welcomed any way to fix whatever had been broken. “Yeah, it seems like.”
Looking back, Lana made sure the girls were gone, before she took a step closer to him. She tried to keep eye contact, but the natural instinct to run made it all that much harder as her gaze flittered all around him.
“We’ve known each ohtter a long time, y'nou?” she started, trying so hard to let herself feel how she needed to, instead of labeling herself a crybaby. “I… the other dey…” she trailed off. A part of her wished she would just spit it out, while another screamed to keep her mouth shut.
Douxie started convincing the first side.
“Which day?” he asked tentatively. “Was it when I had to work and couldn't come over?” He was trying so hard, he never meant to hurt anyone. Especially her. But she shook her head. “No,” she assured softly.
“Last Wednesday, you and…” she was about to say nevermind, say ‘just forget it,’ but she heard Mary's voice in her head, telling her that she deserved to gripe him out to hell and back, Darci chiming in to tell her he deserved to know what he did wrong. So she looked him in the eyes, pausing a moment as she looked in those pretty blues.
“... You and Zoe, I saw ya together. On a waulk.” It sounded so silly when she said it out loud, but she continued. “I showed ya the path that I always waulk on. I… it was mah safe space.” A look of realization dawned on him as she said this, and he started understanding.
But she felt a little bad, as if telling him was a mean thing. ‘I deserve to tell ‘im,’ she told herself. “I showed ya so… so that we could waulk together sometemes. I was invitin’ ya inta my space. And…” her jaw set and she swallowed as the memories and hurt flooded back, forcing the words from her lips.
“And ya brought ‘er, without even telling meh. You broke mah troust… and that ‘urt.”
Douxie was flooded with guilt, regret in his eyes as he stepped closer and put his hands up, wishing he could give a comforting touch, but not wanting to invade her space.
“I'm so sorry, Lana, I didn't realize-” she cut him off, shaking her head as she spoke.
“No, no, ya didnae know.” If she was anything, she was understanding. “But, please,” she started to tear up again, unable to hold back the emotions. “Please don't bring ‘er back.”
He hummed a soft coo, holding his arms open as tears started running down her cheeks. She immediately latched on, burying her face in his chest as he smiled down at her.
“Never again,” he agreed softly. “Never again.”
His warmth around her and the sweet words he spoke felt like they touched her soul as she cried into him, sniffles slowly quieting into soft breaths as his touch healed her. This ethereal peace was something most could only dream of, but it was all hers.
With a little help from a certain wizard boy and his glowing bracelet, which might have been in a drowsy spell rune alignment, but whatever it was, it carried her to a peaceful rest where she belonged.
In his arms.
A little long, didn't add much in the means of breaks, but I like it. Reblog and request if you liked it as well!
- JJ
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I've heard a lot about past lives on Tumblr, mostly with stuff like cowboys or kings, poets or peasants.
I think I was a farm dog.
Not a herder, I could help sometimes. I could carry what my old master couldn't. But I'd be there for protection. I would drag the mauled coyote, jaws around the scruff of its neck as I pulled it up to the farmhouse steps. I'd call out from the steps, “Master, Master!” I'd call, “another one I've got!” And he'd come out, a smile on his scruffy face as he patted me on the back. “Very good,” he'd look over my kill, “I'll cook that up for you, you deserve it.” The little girl would be afraid of me. I was a killer. Master said not to go near me. But when she was real young, smaller than a budding ear stalk, something bigger than me would try. Maybe it was a dry season. Maybe the deer and hares weren't feeding them as well as we thought. But they tried. I didn't let them succeed. I yelled and screamed and told them to go, I bared my teeth and shredded them. They did more damage than most would sustain, but I took one out. They must've ran. They must've realized I wasn't gonna stop. But I heard him calling me. I heard as he tried to get me inside. I was the guard dog, but I was still his. I think I'd limp over, blood on my maw and too many injuries to really move fast. But I'd make it, sit at his feet as he read his books. I'd drag in the fox killing the chickens and I'd call to the farmer, “Master, master! Another one I've got!” And he'd pat me on the back, telling me how good I've done. “I'll cook that up for you,” he'd squat down, let me know he heard me. “You deserve it.” I don't think I'd die of old age. Not many farm dogs do. But I don't think I'd die from an attack. Too thick skinned. Thick skulled. No. I think I'd get sick. I think I'd catch something from one of those “rotten vermin,” master said. I think I'd get too sick for those days. They don't have medicine for dogs. “It's best to end the suffering,” they'd say to him. He'd never agree if I was a healthy dog. If I had an ounce of health in me as I wheezed and cried and ached on the table. But I'd never whine. Master told me not to whine. Never whine. And I'd stay silent, watching as he cried. Watching as he squatted down, giving me a pat on the head. And I'd let out a quiet sound. “Master, master. Did I do good?” And he'd swallow, trying to be tough. “You did good,” he'd say. I think a tear would run down my snout as my eyes shut.
And I think I was a good farm dog.
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May I request a Douxie casperan x OC oneshot please?
Ofc, just like we ✨ discussed ✨
Words: 1.1k (AAAA I LOVE THEM) Catergory: Fluff, first date (kinda?) Tw: Absolutely nothing, enjoy ♡
The sun was low in the sky as feet hit the floor in unison, the instructor calling out moves as the dancers followed along. In one row, two friends stood together, one in front of the other, as they muttered quietly.
“I dunno, Mary,” Lana whispered. “She's known him fer a lot longer than I ‘ave.”
Mary rolled her eyes, hitting fourth position as she whispered back.
“So, what? You're, like, ten times cuter than her,” she complimented, putting a slight pink on the blonde girl's cheeks. “Besides, everyone knows Douxie likes you!” She spoke a little too loud, earning a glare from the instructor. She mouthed a sorry, whispering back at Lana, who was bright red.
“He totally does, though.” The instructor snapped at the raven haired girl, getting her back on track as the two silently decided to continue talking after the lesson.
As everyone packed up on the bench, Mary grabbed her bag and sat next to Lana.
“Duz 'he really?” Lana spoke first, still unsure about the wizard boy's feelings.
“Of course he does! Do you even see how he looks at you?” Mary had an exasperated look in her face, her smile wide.
But Lana was still unsure, shrugging as she put her things in her bag. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the instructor called out to the class of girls.
“There's a delivery for Lana?” She called, a little confused. Before Lana could get up, Ms. Ranswald walked over to the girls, a large bouquet in her arm.
She handed it to the blonde, turning her nose up as she did.
“This better not get in the way of my lessons, Miss Barker,” she warned. Turning on her heel, Ms. Ranswalds heels clacked against the floors until she was out of sight.
Lana's eyes were big as she looked over the arrangement of flowers. They were all her favorites, daisies, sunflowers, and even some begonias. They smelled so sweet, selected just for her. A blush formed on her cheeks once more, and she couldn't help but wonder who it was from.
“Looks like someone has an admirerrr,” Mary teased. Then her eyes focused, seeing something that Lana couldn't. “Ooh!” She exclaimed, reaching over and plucking it from the arrangement. It was a card, the company name in script on the back, but a handwritten message on the front.
Mary excitedly read it to Lana, who was almost anxious as to what it could be.
“Meet me at the gazebo in 10 minutes,” she paused, seeing the signature and squealing. “They signed it with a heart!” She shrieked, overjoyed for her best friend.
Lana took the card, reading over it again and again, her smile growing every time.
“Do ya think it's ‘im?” She asked Mary, her eyes glued to the paper.
“Who else could it be? Hurry up and pack, Lana!” She snapped out of her trance and quickly shaved everything in her bag, ignoring any organization she had before in her excitement. Giving Mary a quick hug, she rushed to the door and waved back at her.
“Bye! See ya at school!” The door shut soundly behind her, leaving Mary shaking her head with a grin.
“Oh, young love.”
Another girl piped up behind her.
“You're the same age!”
Leaving her bike at the rack, Lana dropped her bag beside it and started down the park path. She was headed for the gazebo she had visited many times, whether it was a simple walk or an outing with friends. ‘Or with him,’ she thought.
As she rounded the corner, the sun was low enough in the sky a beautiful sunset made its way like a living painting shining on the pavilion. However, it seemed to already have its own source of brightness, as all around the top hung fairy lights of a nice warm white.
Caught by surprise, she almost didn't recognize the figure standing in the center, nervously looking around until he spotted her. The moment their eyes met, a matching smile broke out onto their faces and Lana's feet moved without her even telling them to.
She stepped up the few stairs and stopped, a sudden wave of self-consciousness hitting her as she smoothed her skirt and shyly smiled up at him.
“Hey,” Douxie said, a little nervous himself.
“Hi,” she greeted back.
They both paused a beat, unsure of who would speak first, before they both started talking over each other. They cut themselves off with a small laugh, leading them to tell the other to speak first, at the same time once more.
Whatever tensions or nervousness had melted away in the sweet moment, and Lana nodded her head at him, giving the floor to the boy that so carefully held her heart.
“Well,” Douxie cleared his throat, clearly working up the nerve to speak. “Uhm, I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, still being vague.
“I'm listenin’,” she said softly, smiling up at him. Clearing is throat once more, Douxie took a breath and finally let himself relax.
“I… I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out with me.” He looked hopeful, an underlying fear in his eyes as he took a step closer. “On a date,” he specified. “With me.”
Lana grew bright red, taking a long moment before her brain could catch up to her ears. When the words hit her, she laughed nervously and tucked a hair behind her ear. But then she smiled wider, looking back up at him and coming closer as well.
“... I think tha’d be nice,” she agreed, quiet and yet full of emotion.
The fear in his eyes disappeared and he beamed, taking her hand in his and bending down, his lips brushing her knuckles.
“Thank you, darling,” he muttered against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. He effectively rebooted the girl, her free hand covering her face as she blushed redder than a rose.
But then she peeked out at him, smiling with a little quirk, like she always did around him.
“I should be thankin’ yew, not the other wey aroond,” she said softly.
He smiled back, standing straight and taking both hands in his. “It's a privilege to even be in your life, there's no need to thank me for something I'd get on my knees and beg for.”
This sent the poor girl, who almost felt lightheaded from all the blood rushing to her face. He chuckled, letting go of one hand and cupping her cheek.
“So, again, thank you, my dear.”
THANK YOU FOR INTRODUCING ME TO LANA I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHHHHHH GO CHECK THEM OUT @xxbatsybeanxx
I'd be glad to write more for them (or others), so please, my requests are open to everyone!
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Check out my side blog!
I have an ask blog for one of my main ocs, Sketchy! @sketchy-fool. She's a nervous little wire frame, so go ask her anything you want! Magic anons are allowed, but please be nice to her.
Here, she spin
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Mayhaps another Douxie bot? The plot is a good one. During the Camelot arc in wizards,y/n is adopted by King Arthur as his daughter, and ofc one night y/n has trouble sleeping,but hears ( present ) Douxie playing the lute below her balcony to comfort her :3
Beautiful concept, here you are my mootoot.
I think I made him too good i don't wanna stop talking to him
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October 7 2021, I was looking for Kevin 11 fanfics to be honest
How did you discover Tumblr? What year?
Last year and I was doomscrolling
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imagine if in the future we finally get to other planers and space travel becomes common and when they make the space train/cargo ships they name it pony express as a nod to of course the original but also a little hint at the game bcuz they're nerds but they get superstitious and make sure to not hire anyone who has the characters names and every crew is a maximum of four people and they make sure none of the dynamics are the same so that nothing and happens
But then one of the workers is a killer, and they keep trying to find some kind of crew that would fit the bill of the original story so that he can pull it off and make it real, but of course every crew doesn't match the right descriptions, so he keeps trying and trying and trying getting medals and awards for his speed and efficiency being known as the fastest flier in space because he bet against his other serial killer friend that he could do it first
Inadvisable fanfic premise #137: Mouthwashing ten years later sequel in the form of an epistolary narrative told via the medium of insurance claim filings as a team of investigators try to piece together from physical evidence what the fuck happened here and who to blame.
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11,274 hours in my sandbox creation perfect block game Minecraft
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