#Baby Gusty sparkle

[imreadydollparts]

I seem to have skipped Sparkle Pony Baby Gusty.

[oldwebmlp]

From: https://web.archive.org/web/20000106154645/http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Park/9738/ponypics.html

[ponybackcards]

One night, the Baby Sparkle Ponies looked out the nursery window and were surprised to see that Mr. Moon and the stars were not shining. Quickly, the baby ponies flew into the sky to brighten their nighttime friends. Baby Starflower and Baby Gusty polished the stars with soft flower petals, while Baby North Star and Baby Firefly rubbed glistening rainbow dew on Mr. Moon. Soon the stars were twinkling and Mr. Moon was glowing brightly. As the sleepy ponies rested on a cloud, the stars covered them with stardust to make them sparkle, then Mr. Moon wrapped the ponies in a moonbeam and gently carried them to bed. And that is the story of how the Baby Sparkle Ponies got their sparkles!

[mlp-pic-a-day]

This is Baby Sparkle Gusty, not to be confused with Baby Gusty or Gusty in general....

She was a childhood pony but mostly, I wanted to show off the Lion Costume. Like the adults of the G1 line, there were a handful of cute dress-up outfits for the babies too. The downside is that these outfits came with a little friend made of two pom-poms that is notoriously difficult to keep.

[ponyguru]

Sparkle Baby Gusty, Summerwing High Flier and Baby Jabber have come through the bath! I was really hoping Baby Gusty’s marks might come off, but I think they are from a marker which has soaked into the plastic. I might try some sun fading! Poor High Flier’s tail curl wasn’t very successful with her frizz, it didn’t want to curl around her leg! But Jabber looks perfect! 💖

[sunshades-frozen-sky-take-3]

MLP G4 S9 rewrite (kinda)

I honestly thought the whole Grogar fake-out was kinda dumb, especially since they did my boi discord dirty. So in my rewrite of season 9, Grogar actually returns.

In the rewrite, cozy glow isn't imprisoned, and is sent to a more juvenile friendship detention, where she is more closely watched.

While in the library of the place, she finds the book of Gusty the Great and her friend Starswirl the Bearded. She takes notice of the part in the story where Gusty steals the Bewitching bell away from Grogar, and hides it on a mountain. Cozy, now interested in the artifact, plans to sneak out that night and make the journey to the mountain.

On her way there, she stumbled into Chrysalis, who was preoccupied with commanding her army of tree stumps. Chrysalis, after finding out about the bell, takes off towards the mountain as well to find it.

Once both Cozy and Chrysalis arrive, they realize that the bell is in fact there. It's just attached on a necklace, to Gusty herself, who is frozen in place, sealed away as a statue. Chrysalis has just enough magic to break the spell, and frees Gusty, hoping that she can just take the bell away, only to realize that Gusty refuses to give it up.

Cozy questions Gusty and finds out Gusty did not in fact destroy Grogar like the stories said, but sealed his soul inside of the bell itself. Yes, Gusty did steal the bell, but instead of hiding the bell away, decided to hold onto it at all times for safekeeping. Unbeknownst to her, the bell was cursed. Over time, the bell slowly corrupted her, making her magic as strong as Grogar's. The ponies in her kingdom were terrified of her, and shunned her, driving her out. Gusty wasn't in her right mind, and cast a curse on the kingdom, creating the windigos.

Starswirl, her friend, turned on her, chasing her down to the cave they were in right now, and sealed her in stone. Gusty, unaware of what has happened the last few thousands of years, is tricked by Chrysalis and Cozy glow that Starswirl and Twilight sparkle were the bad guys. Gusty, now on the side of Chrysalis and Cozy glow, decides to help by freeing the soul of Grogar, commanding him to assist them.

During the final battle, all of the ponies and their allies now fight Grogar, who after a while, regains his full strength, breaking free of Gusty's control. Grogar is defeated eventually, and resealed by Gusty, who now realizes she was in the wrong. Still wary of Starswirl after all this time, she decides to leave Equestria and wander the world, as the Bell's curse grants her immortality

( this is just a summarization of the events, I don't have everything exactly planned out, this is just me over explaining my ideas)

(bonus baby Grogar and Post soul-sealed-in-bell Grogar)

[bl3randomfandoms]

I Hope You Miss Me

Just a little fic for those of us who miss Luci, and wanted one more encounter between him and Bean.

"Luci... I miss you..." A gusty sigh full of grief escaped Bean. She sat on the shore, staring at the full moon. She'd dreamed about him. When she woke up, it had felt like he was right there, curled against her belly like he used to do. She had even felt his strange demonic warmth. Pulling herself up wearily, she'd left Mora to her own dreams.

The last few months had been the happiest in Bean's life. She had found true love at last. But every once in awhile, she missed her boys. Luci, she missed the most. Elfo, she had visited recently, even though the castle was hidden. He seemed to be doing well with Miri. A bit stressed out with the burden of ruling a kingdom, but she'd given him some pointers.

But Luci... he was dead. Gone. She'd never see him again. And to melt in lava... That must have been so painful for him... Hot tears pricked Bean's eyes.

"Oh, Luci... I'm so sorry. I feel like it's my fault you're dead. I really do miss the fun we used to have together. I don't even know if you can hear me."

A deep chuckle reverberated of the cliffs around her.

"Of course, I can hear you, Beanie Baby. I'm not deaf."

Bean looked around frantically in the moonlight. Then she saw him. Perched on a craggy rock, with his legs dangling over the edge. She even saw the bright cherry from his cigarette. Luci.

"Luci? Luci!" She stood up shakily, and he sailed over to her. Holding her arms out, she gathered him in a hug. They both laughed, and she felt his warm nose as he buried it in her neck.

"God, I missed you, girl."

"Me too, Luce. But, what the hell is going on? I thought you were..." She pulled away a bit, examining his wings. They were of the purest white, and made of soft feathers.

"Oh, my God. These are..."

Luci gulped audibly.

"Angel wings..." He choked out.

A golden halo appeared above his head, glowing brightly. Bean touched it. All she could feel was warmth.

"How?" She asked.

Luci's eyes darted to the sea.

"Well, ya know. God... He just thought it would be easier on me, I guess. I'm still me, though." He looked at her then, his dark eyes gleaming. Bean touched her nose against his. He still felt warm, but it was a different kind of warmth. She squeezed his body in her arms. It felt pretty solid.

"I thought you didn't have a body anymore." She wondered.

"I don't, really. But I've always been more spirit than body anyway." He shrugged.

"Hn. I don't have a ton of time." He continued. "This is only a visit." He stroked Bean's hand with his own tiny black one. She sighed, and it seemed to come from her toes.

"I felt you miss me," he said, "And it was kind of like a summoning. I guess that works the same with angels as it does with demons. You just have to call out to me sometimes. I dunno if I can always show up like this, Bean, but I'll always hear you when you call my name." He looked down at the sand.

"Your voice has a power over me. I... You... you're my best friend. The first person I ever..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. Bean smiled.

"I love you too, dude."

They hugged each other for a long time, and Bean felt his slender tail wrap around her arm. She was glad he still had his demon parts. If he had changed too much... It would have been hard to bear.

"I just... wanted to say..." Bean whispered. "I never got to say goodbye, and you know, that I miss you, and..."

"I know, Bean. It's okay." He patted her hand. "Don't sweat it, girl. And hey, I heard what you said earlier. About my death being your fault. It totally wasn't. Don't do that to yourself, okay? Damn."

They sat in the sand, watching the waves move in and out.

Luci pulled a bottle of wine out of thin air, along with two glasses. White liquid poured out, sparkling in the moonlight.

"I will say one thing about Heaven. They've got some damn good wine."

They clinked glasses, and Bean took a sip. Her whole body melted.

"Holy..." She breathed.

"Right?" Luci chuckled.

"Is God's wine better than Satan's?"

"Oh, HELL no."

They talked long into the night. About things that mattered, and about stupid crap. After awhile, Bean noticed that Luci kept glancing at Mora's sleeping body. She had turned over a few times, but stayed asleep.

"She's a pretty deep sleeper, Luci. And even if she does wake up..."

"Nah, I'm not worried about that. I just..." He gazed off at the horizon.

"What?" Bean pet his back, coaxing him. The little demon wasn't always the best with words.

"You're really happy with her, huh?" His voice was hesitant.

"Well, duh! I've never been happier in my whole damn life!" Bean exclaimed.

"Awesome." Luci said, more to himself than to her.

"You know what's weird? I don't even know how she came back to life, but I didn't really question it." Bean felt Luci's eye on her, and she suddenly had the feeling he was hiding something.

"Well, Bean. You ARE a witch. A very powerful one. It's like you keep forgetting. Remember when you kissed Elfo back to life?" Luci prompted.

"That was, I mean, I blew his soul back into his-"

"And what about when you cried on my severed head and I woke up for a bit? I'm telling you, you've got the power to bring people back to life!"

"Wow... I guess I do."

"Yep." Luci slapped Bean's thigh with his tiny hand.

The moon started to set, and they lay curled up on the sand. Luci waited until Bean fell asleep, then he pushed her hair out of her eyes and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"You'll always be my Bean." He scatted "Beanie Weenie" under his breath, and pinched her freckles. He was glad he tricked her into thinking she'd brought Mora back to life on her own. He felt better knowing his secret was well hidden. If Bean ever knew that he gave up... Well, she wouldn't know.

He felt the Call of God, and it sent shivers down his small body.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming, God-o. Until next time, Bean. I love you, girl. Forever."

He scanned the sand until he found a single lava rock. He placed it in the palm of her hand, then curled her fingers over it. A reminder that she hadn't been dreaming.

Unfurling his angel wings, he flapped them a few times, then soared up into a beam of light. He hoped she'd miss him again. Soon.

[sugarberry11]

checklist ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

✿ big list of all the ponies i have collected ✿

┈••✦ ❤ 𝔾𝟙 ❤ ✦••┈

applejack

glory

moondancer

windy

sundance

sugarberry

fifi

wavedancer

flower bouquet

tassels

lemon treats

wave runner

pina colada

ringlet

streaky

merry treat

baby gusty

birthday pony

┈••✦ ❤ 𝔾𝟚 ❤ ✦••┈

┈••✦ ❤ 𝔾𝟛 ❤ ✦••┈

tink-a-tink-a-too

┈••✦ ❤ 𝔾𝟜 ❤ ✦••┈

princess celestia - royal castle friends (2011)

twilight sparkle - royal castle friends (2011)

spike - royal castle friends (2011)

snowcatcher (2011 i think)

twilight sparkle (2012)

lily blossom (2014)

applejack (2012)

fluttershy (2012)

pinkie pie (2012)

rarity (2012)

rainbow dash (2012)

rarity - rainbow power: single wave 1 (2013)

princess cadance - fantastice flutters (2013)

flower wishes - water cuties (2015)

mane 6 from the pony rainbow collection (2012)

[belamuse]

Here’s to the gritty, truth-seeking goddesses who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty.

Here’s to the brave, bada** females who have blasted through a nightmare of shit to be standing here today.

Here’s to the earthy mamas who think stilettos are a sick f*cking joke—

The luscious ladies who love feeling the raw earth beneath their bare feet, and bow down proudly to the supple, winding curves of their thick, fleshy hips.

~

Here’s to the creative vixens who breathe their sun-soaked, moonlit, windswept, star-dusted dreams to life, every damn day—rain or shine.

Here’s to the wise women who, time and time again, have chosen their own hearts.

I applaud you, with every fiber of my being. I honor you.

I am you.

We are strong and confusing, complicated and powerful, magical and maddening—we are meant for so much more.

We will never be happy stuffed in a sparkling white kitchen with a floral apron, a sleek bun, and carefully applied pink liquid lipstick to complete the wax mask of our fake smiles, playing the role of perfect wife or perfect girlfriend or perfect mother.

Our hearts will choke. Our spirits will scream.

We will never be happy sitting in a grey office working 9 to 5, watching the clock tick slowly, while our souls shrivel to the buzzing sound of fluorescent lights, unable to breathe in the fresh, muddy scent of gusty winds and the frantic, jeweled sweetness of budding cherry blossoms.

We will never be okay sipping champagne, trying on haute couture, and talking about ways to make our asses skinny and recipes for dinner parties and how to get a man to love us.

We don’t really give a damn about any of that—

We want to talk about soul. About dripping truth. About magic. About death. About struggle. About the world’s heartbreaking pain.

We wanna stand in the billowing breeze and decipher wise whispers of the wind as it roars through each singing strand of our thirsty, messy hair.

Yes.

But, for a painfully long time, we have denied who we really are.

We have tried and tried and tried to squeeze our wild wings and paint-splattered hearts into the cramped plastic molds of what we “should” be.

How miraculously we have failed.

Why do we rip ourselves up into sad, feathery pieces, trying so hard to slide into pretty little lives that, quite frankly, don’t even appeal to us?

Normal won’t cut it— extraordinary is what we’re here for.

We are meant to merge with the moon, cry with the rain, rise with the tides, and shine with every goddamn slice of shimmering yellow sun.

We are meant to run through crowded streets, with love in our hearts and tangerine scarves streaming through our fingertips as we dance to the sobbing drum of the world’s crying tears.

We are meant to make art that grows gritty wings and inspires sad, closed hearts to break the fuck open.

We are meant to stick out our tongues in a fierce lion’s breath in the most unexpected moments—

Rawwwr!

Our dreams and visions and destinies must come first.

Always.

Because we aren’t here to play small; to be polite, people-pleasing pretty plastic barbie dolls with empty, lifeless hearts—we are here to make waves, to chase dreams, to stand in the blazing fires of truth—and we know it.

We are here to live from the harrowing depths of our souls.

Why deny it anymore?

Let’s reach inside our supple skin and taste the thick river of bubbling magic that pulses through our veins like rubies.

Let’s shed the suffocating lives that were never meant to be ours— the lives we’ve brainwashed ourselves into tolerating, but are slowing killing our souls.

It’s time to burn, baby, burn!

Let’s make a pact with our hearts—a vow to listen that inner spark of magic, of truth, of delicious fire that cannot be denied for a minute more.

Let us promise now—

To honor who we really are.

To be forces of light, of love, of sacred power.

To let our star-dust spirits rise— and soar and soar and soar!

Extraordinary flows through our veins. Normal won’t cut it.

We are meant for so much more.

Badaass, truth-lovin’, dream-weaving sisters, let’s stop smacking our spirits down and squeezing ourselves into suffocating roles that will never satisfy our thirsty, roaring souls—

We won’t fit.

We aren’t meant to.

Our wings won’t slide through small doors. We are meant for so much more—

Our dreams and visions and destinies must come first.

Always.

Please, answer the rain-drenched, whispering wolf calls of your wild soul.

Do not let your wings lie sticky and suffocated, in a sad clump on the floor.

Do not let your vibrant spirit wither into a colorless grey existence.

Do not let your jeweled destiny lie dormant and dead.

Do not live the life you think you “should.”

F*** should—

Live the life that makes your heart beat louder, the life that sets your bones sweetly on fire, the life you can’t stand not living—

Answer the blossoming calls of your wild soul!

Go, now—

Into the lush, emerald forest of who you really are.

Find yourself.

Discover your gifts.

Share your gritty magic with the world.

Follow the promising path of your courageous destiny.

Go—

Now.

Do not settle for an empty half-life.

Do not settle for good enough.

Do not settle for anything less than exquisite or extraordinary.

Oh, sweet wise, wild woman— do not settle—

At all.

[heckyeahponyscans]

My Little Pony comic #171 (1991)

[bakuthedeku]

their everyday game

Read on AO3

Words: 3,000

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Things Midoriya Izuku is: A student, a sugar baby, a boyfriend, a brat.

Things Midoriya Izuku is not: Patient.

Or: Izuku wants attention from Kacchan and he is going to get it.

A commissioned fic for @insinirate !

Clack clack clack. The room is silent but for the steady breaths of its occupants and the rhythmic beat of fingers on plastic. Clear, wall-to-ceiling windows wash the sun’s gentle light into the room, and reveal a picturesque view of the sparkling city, looking like something straight out of a magazine.

Izuku glares at the extravagant view. He bets Kacchan is writing another one of those stupid reports of his.

Buzz. The clacking halts and Kacchan glances at his work phone for but a moment before the typing resumes.

Izuku takes a deep breath. Holds it. Puffs out his cheeks.

He slumps over in his seat and sighs obnoxiously.

God, he’s so damn bored.

Kacchan said he had to get one more hour of work done, and then he’d take a break. That had been almost three hours ago. ‘One hour’ had turned into two when Izuku left Kacchan to get ready for their lunch date and had foolishly gone straight to the cafe instead of meeting up with Kacchan at the office first. He’d waited all of ten minutes at their usual table before calling a company car and returning to find Kacchan still working in his office.

If not for Kacchan’s genuine surprise at the time and his gruff, yet sweet apologies, he would be a dead man already.

But Izuku still isn’t satisfied. Kacchan needs a break, and Izuku needs attention, stat. There’s only one solution: Izuku’s gonna annoy the shit out of Kacchan. So Izuku sucks in another breath and pouts at the ceiling. “Kacchaaaaan!”

Kacchan sighs, but he doesn’t respond. The silence in the room grows thick with expectation; Izuku’s long-perfect attention-seeking tone signals the start of the game they play every day.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the clack of keys and occasional buzz from Kacchan’s work phone. Izuku wriggles against his plush seat, making the leather squeak obnoxiously, and clears his throat daintily, earning himself a glance. “Kacchan, I’m hungry…” Izuku peaks at Kacchan from beneath fluttering eyelashes.

Kacchan shifts his eyes back to his computer and types another line, pointedly loud against the room’s still silence.

When they play this game, whoever breaks first (or whoever wants whatever they’re after more) will relent and go to the other, so this can go one of two ways; Izuku will pull himself from his lounging position to drape himself over Kacchan, or Kacchan will pull himself from his work and lavish Izuku with the attention he deserves.

Today, Izuku takes it upon himself to move things forward—Kacchan is in one of those moods where it could take hours to break him down, and Izuku needs results now.

So with an impatient, gusty sigh pulled deep from his lungs, Izuku heaves himself up and slinks over to Kacchan’s grand desk, stalking up from behind him. When Kacchan makes the mistake of glancing at Izuku from the corner of his eye, Izuku pounces.

Izuku wrenches Kacchan’s chair around and jumps into his lap, laying himself over Kacchan as well as the plush arms of his chair. Kacchan grunts out a quiet oof at the sudden weight but wraps an arm around his waist nonetheless.

“I’m working, Deku,” Kacchan says dryly.

“Actually, Kacchan, I think you’ll find that you’re cuddling me and giving me attention right now, and I can’t imagine why you’d want to stop.”

Kacchan exhales quietly and wrestles down the corners of his lips—it’s not quite a smile, but it’s a good enough start for Izuku. “I have a lot to do, so as much as I’d love to keep giving you all the attention you desire, I really do have to get back to work.”

Izuku wraps an arm around Kacchan’s neck and pretends to think, then shakes his head solemnly. “Unfortunately, it’s a no from me. I’m hungry and I want lunch.”

“Then go get lunch.”

Izuku gives Kacchan a look for being deliberately obtuse.

“I’ll order in for you, then,” Kacchan offers.

Izuku huffs and pushes himself away from his comfortable spot against Kacchan’s broad chest. “Not good enough, Kacchan! We organised a lunch date, so I am getting a lunch date. Now.” Izuku sticks out his chin and dares Kacchan to say no.

Eyes lock. Izuku stares with determination, burying his will into impenetrable crystal red and steadfastly ignoring their alluring pull. Kacchan makes an aborted noise in the back of his throat, as if he was about to say something stupid but thought better of it, and finally sighs.

“Half an hour.”

Izuku smiles sweetly. “Two. You’re late, so you’ve accrued interest.”

Kacchan decides to focus on their negotiations over Izuku’s mockingly business-like tone: “Forty-five is the best you’re going to get from me.”

“An hour, not including travel time, or I’ll get our contract from your room and tear it up myself.” Izuku juts out a petulant lip. He’d never do it, but it gets his point across—Izuku isn’t budging on this.

Kacchan stares hard for a moment, then sags and rests his head in the crook of Izuku’s neck. “You’re such an annoying little shit,” he murmurs, warm against Izuku’s skin.

Izuku hides his smile in Kacchan’s hair and holds him tight. Another victory secured.

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The cafe is a relaxing, familiar space for Izuku. He’s been a regular since before his arrangement with Kacchan began, and when it breached the confines of Kacchan’s highrise office, it was only natural Izuku would drag Kacchan to his favourite little spot.

After enough of their regular visits, the staff have stopped staring at Kacchan and his crisp suits and shiny Rolex watches, and they interact more or less normally with the pair when they stop by.

They place their orders, as usual, and Kacchan pays, as usual, before they settle in their favourite corner, waiting for drinks and food.

Izuku relaxes into his plush chair. He breathes in happiness, the scent of sugar and coffee and Kacchan’s handsome cologne, and breathes out his worries. He’s already plotting ways to extend the hour he was so graciously granted.

On the table before him is a generous slice of cake, which is ‘not a meal,’ according to Kacchan, but Izuku wanted it and he doesn’t care what Kacchan has to say about it. Kacchan is still waiting on his own food; some kind of salmon dish, which is about the fanciest thing he might be able to get his hands on at a casual place like this.

Before Kacchan can grouse at Izuku further, Izuku digs into his treat with no regard for manners, or as Kacchan calls them, “basic fucking social etiquette.” Whenever Kacchan attempts to spout this particular kind of bullshit, Izuku rather enjoys pointing out the hypocrisy of Kacchan of all people criticising other people’s social graces.

Izuku glances at Kacchan and licks his lips before he fills his mouth with fluffy, sugary goodness, making eye-contact with him as he lets out an exaggerated moan. “So good,” Izuku takes care to lick his lips and smiles, warm and sweet like molten honey.

Kacchan rolls his eyes, but he swallows like his mouth is dry. “You’re a damn menace, you little brat,” he says hoarsely, despite the way his eyes have been stuck on Izuku’s lips since he licked them.

“Hey!” Izuku kicks out with all the gentleness of a fussy toddler, landing a solid kick on Kacchan’s shin. “Don’t be mean. You would’ve missed our lunch date altogether if I hadn’t dragged you here.” Izuku tilts his head and gives an Oscar-worthy kicked-puppy pout.

“Deku…” Kacchan obviously misses the point of his pouting by a mile, because now he just looks sad, and that is not what Izuku was going for! “I’m sorry I forgot, baby. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, it’s just...”

“You’re busy,” Izuku finishes for him, and leans across the table to (affectionately) swat his dumb boyfriend’s head. “I know. I’m not mad, but I do want your attention right now, so cut out the sadness and shower me with compliments like you’re supposed to.”

This earns a snort of laughter from Kacchan, who finally catches on and plays along with their usual game. His whole face brightens with his smile. “Ah yes, of course, dear. How could I spend even a second not overwhelming you with compliments?”

Izuku nods seriously. “Exactly. I’m just so shocked. You should know better than to neglect me by now,” Izuku winks, “Daddy.”

Kacchan makes a point of rolling his eyes, but he’s smiling broadly now, all teeth and crinkled eyes. “Alright, you’ve made your point, asshole. Eat your stupid cake already.”

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Once they’ve eaten, and the redundant alarm Kacchan had set goes off, they return to the car. It’s time for Izuku to execute his plan.

Before Kacchan can put his belt on like the square he is, Izuku swings a leg over his lap and wraps himself around his boyfriend. Kacchan raises a questioning eyebrow before Izuku makes his demand: “Take me shopping.”

Kacchan smacks his head back against the headrest dramatically. “You have my card. I’ll have the driver drop you off wherever you want to go, okay?”

“I said take me shopping, not send me. You have to be there or there’s no use! Kacchan needs to come with me.”

Kacchan looks sad, then, and the stupid man has apparently learnt a thing or two from Izuku, because he’s got the bestest, heart-wrenchingest puppy-dog eyes without even trying. Resting his forehead against Izuku’s, Kacchan sighs softly against his lips. “You know I spend as much time as I can with you, baby. I can only ignore my work for so long, for you.”

Izuku aches, sudden and raw. “Oh, Kacchan… I know you’re busy, you work so hard! Kacchan really is amazing. But sometimes I want to be selfish and snatch up more of your time. You put too much pressure on yourself at work. You have so many employees so you don’t have to run yourself in the ground.”

“There are things my employees can’t do-”

“Like stopping you from working yourself to death? Right, that’s my job.” Izuku wiggles in Kacchan’s lap and captures his lips in a whisper-soft kiss. “So let me take care of you.” Izuku flutters his eyelashes and pulls his trump card. “Please, Daddy?” he asks, words sugar-sweet on his lips.

Cheeks glowing a suspicious strawberry red, Kacchan huffs and grabs Izuku by the waist, easily picking him up off his lap and depositing him on the seat next to him. He waits patiently for Kacchan to break, all the while butterflies dance in Izuku’s belly at his Daddy’s casual display of strength.

“The hell do you need so badly anyway?”

Truthfully, Izuku has no idea what he would wish to buy. Spoiled as he is, there are few things he’s wanted through life that he doesn’t now own, thanks to Kacchan. “I saw this gorgeous lingerie set and I just have to try it on before I buy it. And I need you there to tell me how good it looks,” Izuku states matter-of-factly.

Kacchan clears his throat and pinches Izuku’s cheek. “Fine. Let’s go look at this lingerie, then, baby.”

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Izuku drags Kacchan out of the car by his hand and refuses to let go even after they’ve made it inside the shopping center.

“Come on, come on, I wanna see what this store has!” With Kacchan in tow, Izuku makes a beeline for his favourite lingerie store.

Izuku chatters away as he makes his way up and down the store, fluttering about pretty displays and shiny, luxurious lingerie sets hung up on the walls. He semi-consciously gives Kacchan a consistent stream of observations, rhetorical questions and mumbled postulations about what Kacchan might like best. He picks out half a dozen sets in just a few minutes, handing each one over to Kacchan for him to judge and/or hold like a handsome sentient display rack.

Soon enough, Kacchan flags down someone from the store to do the grunt work for him as he follows Izuku around the store like a loyal dog, face warring between fondness and annoyance.

Izuku is quite certain that the fondness far outweighs the annoyance, though. Izuku is, after all, impossible to hate.

After completing one circuit of the store, Kacchan interrupts Izuku before he can begin on a second. “What happened to the ‘one’ set you wanted, huh?” The man crosses his arms like a brute, biceps flexing handsomely as he pours disapproval into the question.

Izuku tuts at him. “There’s nothing wrong with browsing. Just look at how pretty this one is!” Izuku pulls out the dainty belt and harness set he was looking at, wiggling it around for Kacchan’s judgment.

“Mm,” Kacchan acknowledges, carefully collected as he judges the set. With his nod of approval, Izuku gleefully adds it to his soon-to-be-towering pile of things to try on, heedless of the fact that Kacchan immediately passes it off to the poor retail worker trailing after them.

Kacchan crosses his arms. “Don’t think I don’t realise what you’re doing, baby boy.”

Izuku ought to feel sheepish at being caught out so easily, but it’s to be expected when he’s trying to con Kacchan. Instead, he tilts his head and bats his big, round eyes, the perfect picture of innocence. “But Daddy, what exactly are you going to do about it?”

Kacchan crosses his arms, but Izuku’s got him there. Kacchan wants to see Izuku in this lingerie just as much as Izuku wants to try them on. And if all of this has the bonus of Izuku keeping Kacchan to himself for a little longer, then they don’t need to talk about that, really.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” Kacchan says, and Izuku giggles, wrapping his arms around his Daddy’s neck.

“I can think of a few reasons,” he laughs. “Now come tell me how pretty I look in these!”

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The driver has to help them get everything into the car. As soon as they’re in, Kacchan orders the driver to start the car and get them back to his work quickly.

It’s cute that Kacchan thinks they’d be going anywhere near his office if not for Izuku allowing it.

“Are you satisfied now, brat?” Kacchan asks, pulling on his seatbelt only after the car has started moving (ooh, rebellious).

Izuku hums. He takes a long few moments to rearrange the copious amount of bags around him, just because he can. He pretends to think very hard about it before nodding exaggeratedly. “Yes, I think I am. For today, at least.”

When Kacchan groans, Izuku shuts him up with a kiss, and they smile like kids in love against each other’s lips.

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Deku seems to have tuckered himself out during their shopping trip, which is understandable considering the sheer amount of clothes he insisted he try on before making Katsuki buy everything for him. He spends the car ride back draped over Katsuki’s side, giving a docile little mumble every now and then when he sees a dog on the sidewalk or a pretty flower that apparently reminds him of Katsuki’s eyes.

(How can the fucker get even cuter than usual just because he tired himself out being a whiny brat all day? How is that fair at all to Katsuki’s heart? Not to mention his wallet...)

(It’s not like Katsuki can’t afford it, but damn, lingerie is surprisingly fucking expensive.)

Katsuki carefully shakes Deku awake when they arrive, because he has learnt the hard way that if he leaves Deku to doze or wakes him too quickly, there will be hell to pay. So he accepts Deku’s blindly groping hand into his own and leads him into the building, where Izuku says something vague about harassing his friend in reception and stumbles off, bleary-eyed.

Katsuki has some interns come down and transfer Deku’s things into his private car so he can attempt to get some work done before Deku makes it upstairs. Deku usually settles down after a few hours of monopolising Katsuki’s time and attention, but with the mood he’s in today, Katsuki doesn’t like his chances of getting anything else done.

He’s gotten as far as opening up an email from a partner company when the door clicks open and Deku sashays in like he owns the place.

And, okay. Katsuki owns the place, and Deku has him wrapped around his pinky finger, so he does own the place in every way but name. But only Katsuki is allowed to know that, god damn it.

“You look like a bumbling fawn like that,” Katsuki informs him, just to see Deku’s sleepy eyes flash with indignation, and watch his cheeks glow a pretty, flustered pink.

Deku’s response doesn’t disappoint, and his nose even scrunches up like a disgruntled bunny, but Katsuki’s gone and shot himself in the foot because now Deku is stomping up to him in a way that says he means business. Deku collapses heavily and claims the space of Katsuki’s lap, steadfast in the fact that it is his and his alone.

Deku slaps him petulantly on the chest. “Meanie,” he mumbles, and curls up on Katsuki’s lap, nestling his head beneath his chin and settling against him, a puzzle piece slotted perfectly in its place. “I’m tired,” Deku says, as if that isn’t obvious already.

Kastuki huffs, presses a feather-soft kiss to the crown of his head. “Just rest, idiot.”

“‘Mkay Daddy…”

Katsuki strokes his fingers through the softness of Izuku’s hair and cradles him as Deku’s body relaxes into Katsuki’s own. “Good boy,” he murmurs.

Pressed tenderly together, Deku continues babbling quietly to fill the peaceful sunset air. Katsuki nods along and holds his baby securely in his arms until he floats off into sleep.

Clack clack clack. With a watchful eye on Deku, lovely and sleep-soft against his chest, Katsuki quietly gets back to work.

[queen-swagzilla]

PATREON PREVIEW: “You’re Mine?”

Summary: Katsuki and Izuku are dating. They just don’t know it. Unfortunately, everyone else does.

One chapter from every class 1-A member, plus Aizawa, Shinso, Inko and Mitsuki!

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Very few people knew how early he woke up. The only people he bumped into during his morning routine were Bakugou and Midoriya, usually because they were going to train—and that was usually an entire hour after he'd woken up.

To be fair, he could usually doze in the tub during his daily soak.

Yeah, he took a bath every day. What about it? Heroism was hard on the skin, and he needed adequate time to repair the damage that being blown up every other day imparted.

He rose from his bed and armed himself with bath salts, a face mask, and a deep conditioner, then slid his feet into slippers and padded toward the bathroom. He was glad to have these early mornings to himself.

The last time Kirishima had seen his skincare routine, he'd been questioned so thoroughly about each component that he felt like a villain being interrogated. That was obviously not the man's intention, but the peace of solitude was a welcome relief. His rituals were meant to be soothing—indulgent self care that would keep him sparkling.

But this morning, for the first time, he wasn't alone.

He heard their voices before he'd entered the bathroom—Bakugou's voice carrying no matter how quiet he tried to be. "Stay still, Deku, you're just making it harder" he snapped.

"This hurts Kacchan!" he whined.

Aoyama's eyebrows shot up, face going beet red. That didn't sound like appropriate public bathroom behavior.

"Aaaahahahaaaaa that hurts!"

"Calm down, it's almost done," Bakugou grumbled, sounding very focused. What were they doing? He knew that their relationship had improved a great deal, but had it improved enough that they were banging in the bathroom first thing in the morning?

Curiosity overwhelmed him, and he chanced a glance around the corner.

He would have let out a gusty sigh of relief if he weren't so utterly confused about what he was watching.

"This part hurts and then the rest feels good, be fucking patient you little shit," Bakugou griped. Midoriya was in a chair, leaning back with his head against the counter. There was a face steamer perched near the sink, and Bakugou was bent over his face with an extractor.

Was...Bakugou giving Midoriya a facial?

"You said this would be relaxing!" Midoriya whined, squirming as Bakugou dug the extractor into the side of his nose.

"It will be, calm the fuck down! You've been hit with whole-ass buildings, you can handle extractions you fucking baby!"

Midoriya pouted, but settled—still grimacing, but making less of a fuss. Aoyama watched in rapt fascination as Bakugou worked.

Bakugou himself was wearing a headband and had a mask—probably a peel—slathered on his face. He was leaning close to Midoriya, eyes lasered onto the task before him.

Close enough to kiss him.

Aoyama blushed again, unwilling to move lest he disturb the serenity and unexpected intimacy. Bakugou was being so *gentle.* Aoyama had been through his fair share of extractions, and this was practically a loving caress.

Finally, Bakugou put the extractor down, and picked up the steamer. "Keep your eyes closed—hot steam in your eyes fuckin' sucks," he warned. Midoriya let out a small hum of understanding, relaxing now that Katsuki wasn't digging into his skin.

Once Katsuki seemed satisfied that his pores were good and open, he picked up a tube of creme mask—gently spreading it onto Midoriya's face and cracking a small smile when he yelped from the cold. "Could have warned me," he pouted.

"Sorry," he chuckled. Aoyama watched, fascinated, as Bakugou massaged the mask into Izuku's face in sweeping arcs—far more than any normal facial actually required. He huffed in envy when Bakugou pulled a damp towel out of a personal towel steamer. He didn't even have one of those. He gently toweled off the mask, before applying a new one—a soft clay mask. Midoriya must have oily skin.

His eyes widened when, after the mask was applied, Bakugou rearranged them and slowly rubbed Midoriya's shoulders—pushing any remaining tension out of the smaller man's body.

"Feels good," Midoriya murmured, sinking into Bakugou's touch. Aoyama had never seen him look anything less than nervous on the intensity scale. He usually ranged from stressed to excited, with occasional stops at furious and awkward. But right now he looked utterly at peace under explosive hands.

They had to be dating. Right? That was the only way Bakugou would be making that face. Looking so pleased and affectionate—like he was happy to dote on Midoriya like this.

"Told you," Bakugou teased. Teased. "Learn to take care of yourself. Feels fuckin' good, and you don't look like a piece of greasy broccoli."

"Mean, Kacchan," Midoriya murmured, clearly not offended enough to tense up even a little. He was so relaxed that he was practically limp. "Besides, why would I learn to do this when you're so good at it?"

Bakugou barked a laugh. "I'm not gonna give you a facial every fuckin' week, nerd."

"Awww," Midoriya pouted.

Bakugou sighed in defeat, just like Aoyama suspected he would. Who could deny that pout? Well...Bakugou could have a few months ago. Times had changed quickly, it seemed. "Lazy little shit."

"Guilty," he replied.

He whined plaintively when Katsuki withdrew his hands so that he could wash the mask from Izuku's face. Aoyama's breath caught when Bakugou leaned forward—just within kissing distance. Was he going to—

"Finally, your pores aren't caked with dirt," Bakugou whispered, an inch from Midoriya's lips. "Now it's time to wean you off 2-in-1 shampoo you fucking heathen."

It sounded so sultry that Aoyama dropped his shower caddy—jar of bath salts rolling across the floor. 

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[mlp-pic-a-day]

your Baby Sparkle Gusty is so cute but it reminded me of how like there is Gusty then a separate Gusty then another Gusty and how funny the early gens are about multiple of the same but also different ponies

Thank you!

I suspect - or I guess I should say I know - a lot of this comes back to registering trademarks and the huge assortment that was G1 in general.

Although... now that you mention it -

This is Gusty.

This is Gusty.

This is... not Gusty!!

She is UK Starlight Baby Explorer

[normaleeinsane]

Here’s my G1 Baby Sparkle ponies. ^v^

Baby Starflower and Baby Firefly

Baby Gusty and Baby North Star

[yodawgiheardyoulikeponies]

4/07/2018- Pony acquisition post #476: *****AHHHHHHHHHH HUGE THRIFTING LOT OF G1 AND G4********

Year released: 1983, 1984, 1986, 1988, 2013

ahhhhh MY GIRL @basicbunnny thrifted me this AMAZING lot of ponies at a Goodwill Outlet, and I finally have them on my hands ;.; . These ponies were desperate for a good bath and they came out looking amazing! Let’s not delay any further!

I got many early release g1s, and all are beautiful. I got a Cotton Candy who is much darker than the release I have - she is the concave version while I have the FF version. I also got a Blossom who is much more...pink? Than mine, mine is quite a bit more grey...maybe mine was the MO version and this is the concave? Any help?? I also got a G1 Birthflower pony (my very first!), Medley, Surprise, and Confetti. Confetti is my first second set rainbow pony, but is unfortunately  baity...she has highlighter all over her and is sticky to the touch but she has beautiful hair!

I also got my VERY FIRST ADULT SEAPONY-Seawinkle! She has a rattly body (her weight got loose...), can I fix this? Her head isn’t really popped off though but I love her (actually the more I look at her...she looks male to me. Male seahorse!). Also with Seawinkle I got Baby Pony Surf Rider, and two beautiful So Soft Ponies- Skippity Doo and Gusty! Their flocking is beautiful and Skippity Doo even has her original curl! 

I also got TONS of baby ponies! Baby Cotton Candy and Baby Blossom match their moms that I got, and I also got Baby Big Top and Baby Toppy the Newborn Twins, and Jangles (but no twin Tangles!), first tooth Baby Lickety Split, the White Valentine Twin (I LOVE HER!!!), and an upgrade to my Baby Lucky as he even has his Bowtie! 

Here’s the last set of G1s I got from this lot! I got both Daddy and Mommy Sweet Celebrations and they are MINT as mint can be! I also got Kingsley the Lion the pony friend, Mirror Mirror (my first magic message pony) and Braided Beauty the Brush n Grow pony, as well as a Big Brother Salty that is MINT as MINT can be! AMAZING!

We got some G4 in this lot too, because apparently you NEED a Pinkie Pie in each thrifting adventure lol. But this Pinkie is from the Target Exclusive Pinkie Pie Boutique and she has black and white accents to her. The Twilight Sparkle molded pony is from an Equestria Girls set, and lastly we have a Winged Daisy Dreams!

EVERYONE got a nice bath and they came out all quite nice! I need some help with some restorations from you guys but otherwise I think I did a good job cleaning them up. I love them so much and can’t thank @basicbunnny enough!

Original Condition: Good-bait

Flaws: Lily has pindot mold (?), various marks and dinginess to many of the ponies, Seawinkle’s weight is detached, Confetti has highlighter marks and a sticky body, etc. etc.

Restoration materials: soap, shampoo, conditioner, magic eraser, toothbrush

Current condition:MINT-POOR!

[jacquelynlowenthal]

My Little Pony G1 Baby Sparkle Ponies Gusty Firefly North Star Hasbro Vintage Ponies https://ift.tt/329j3wv