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Everytime when I'm going on walk and looking on my town, I think about Propwash Junction

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Too tired to do art in addition to this, but here's some more content for that My Little Pony styled Dusty and his universe:

He earned his cutie mark (the blue lightning bolt) via a competition he was a part of as a young colt at a town fairgrounds. It was sort of a cross-country competition, with a lot of extra elements in it (think like the big race of the Sisterhooves Social) and he earned it in the last leg of the race, running for all the stamina he had left in him and lunging the last several feet past the finish line. He came in third, but his efforts did grant him that visual mark of his destiny, to race and compete (though at the time, he didn't quite know to what extent that would go...)

He found work instead, plowing corn fields around Propwash Junction, much to his dismay. Though the old geezer who'd been plowing those fields the decades prior had been a family friend in need of another set of hooves and a strong, sturdy back to break under a yoke and plow. Dusty felt he at least owed him for selling him a place to live in town while he worked.

Part of what allowed him to get to compete in the qualifiers for the WatG rally (it might have another name by the time I get through world building but I'll save you the over-complications) is that he, along with the helpful hooves of Chug, Sparky, and Dottie, has a pair of canvas-and-wood 'wings' that he uses to fly. It's not the *most* stable or efficient way of flying, and it grants him no other favors (like needing parts adjusted or fixed, and not being able to land on clouds or do really anything small that pegasi could do without thinking about) but it does get the job done. Enough that he is cleared to compete!

I haven't set anything in stone yet for who will be what species, but I do have a few ideas bouncing around in me noggin. One of these is that I kinda wanna make Ripslinger a griffin just for funsies. Really taking a few pages outta Gilda's scenes in the show to slap on that egotistical green guy.

It's also kinda a given that most, if not all forklifts/tugs that exist in the WoC would translate into unicorns. Though I don't want to be *too* clear cut on who translates into who, I really just wanna let the character's behaviours shape what kind of species they'd end up being.

That being said, this also means a LOT of characters are still in the phase of figuring out what they are. I like the idea of making Blade and other Piston Peak members another string of weird species, but I haven't settled yet on anything, other than making Cabbie (and likely the Smokejumpers) species of dragons. But I DO have other specimens to toy with, like hippogriffs and kirins...

And on that note, I'm also not going to try to force myself to fit into a specific MLP universe timeline, either. The majority of the characters and world will be based on gen 4's universe, but it may not be entirely "exact" to it, or in the same time period as where the show occurs. It's mainly the Planes story, as told through the universal rules and concepts of gen 4 My Little Pony. Because fuck you, I am having a week of regression and I cannot be stopped.

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Fandom is such a gift.

You're telling me you got a bunch of humans to collectively love and believe in something so completely?? You're telling me that this magic thing can bring people from all different corners of the globe and all walks of life together? You're telling me that all of these humans share this one common thing...and from that thing stems creativity, tons of fanworks, discourse, speculation, grief, mourning, love, joy, happiness, and everything in between?

Big fandoms--there's a small group of people you can find...or you can strut among the big players themselves. Either way, you've just met a person that you don't know in real life and who you will probably never cross paths with irl. You're telling me that a random stranger's kind words about your own fanwork, that they took the time to type out (even though it could've been all of two seconds) will make your day? You're telling me that you're pouring your sweat, blood, tears and dedication into fics and fanart to be congratulated by your circle (if you have one) and/or random strangers??

fuckin' awesome. i could go on and on about it but there are so many magic things that i can't even name.

and then. small fandoms. they're just a group of ragtags--everybody knows each other and their mom, and it's like a town smaller than propwash junction. and it's so intimidating to try and join because all of these people know each other and you don't know any of them.

but.

that love. that common love for the work your fandom was based off of will save you in the end, as it does all the time. they end up accepting you, you become part of the gang, and even though it's the same 5 people who have chunked out the collective 20 fanfics that the fandom has, you keep congratulating each other and looving the source material and the fanworks.

just. amazing thing we've got going on here.

i know there are fandoms out there that are really mean towards their people, and that makes me sad, because we're all in this to love this source material...and we can't do that if other people are being negative around us. but with the things i've seen here, i am filled with so much love, hope, and pride that we can all do this. that this exists.

fandom doesn't just have an effect on how you view the source material. It affects how you view the world around you. It affects lessons you learn about life. It affects the friendships you make. It affects...well, everything. You realize that there is a community out there full of people that you can rely on, even though--and probably because--they don't know who you are irl. Fandom has helped so many people with their real lives (like social/emotional things like trust, and practical things like escaping unprefereable situations).

Just.

This is an absolutely amazing reality that we're living and honestly I'm actually kinda in disbelief that we can all just openly enjoy this. For free.

[nicecream]

5 7 10 :V

5. Fave paint job (on any character)?radiator springs ramone, stay gold dj, and party time wingo (admittedly…MOSTLY because its called party time..i wish it was a lighter pink)

7. Cars or humans?ive said it before ill say it again….a huge part of why i like cars is BECAUSE THEYRE C A R S however. i must admit. human au is so fun

10. Fave location?really basic answer but radiator springs. so 50s/60s when the rest of the movie is very modern, and it feels so empty and dead in the begening but so full and lively in the end despite the fact that nothing physical has actually changed (except the neons) i LOVE it n_n and also propwash junction…so cozy

[penname-artist]

Dusty’s Family Tree

I shit you not, I have a fic titled “Crophopper Family Reunion” that has been a WIP for almost two YEARS. At this point I’m more inclined to just rewriting the entirety of what’s already there. But with that story possibility in mind, I want to discuss Dusty’s, ahh, upbringing:

-Dustin Liam Crophopper is the youngest of two boys, born June 6th of 1990 (that’s right, he’s a Gemini. Y’all are in trouble)

-His older brother is Chase Aaron Crophopper, born two years prior on September 8th of 1988 (Easy to remember: it’s 9/9/88)

-Both boys are the pride and joy of parents Tess and Charlie Crophopper, both lifelong farmers

-The family lived in Wyoming (where both kiddos were born) until Dusty was about 2, when they decided to move their stead into Minnesota for better job opportunities. They lived in a patch of land a little ways from Propwash Junction, but just close enough to make a drive up there or a decent walk

-The saying “One child’s an angel, the other’s a demon” rings very true for Tess; she loves both her children and would never pick favorites, but let’s just say Dusty gave her a LOT more gray hairs on her head than Chase ever could. That child was accident-prone.

-The boys basically grew up knowing Dottie and Chug; all of their families were local business owners, and being from such a small place they all got thrown into the same homeschool cirriculum. (That’s right ya boy’s HOMESCHOOLED, just like ME. ...FUN FACT. and it all makes fucking sense now don’t it)

-Despite the distance between the family at this point in their lives, the Crophoppers were all from pilot families, and flew in to meet up around the holidays. Dusty and Chase were the babies of the family for a long time, given all their cousins were older than them. Dusty took it all in stride. Chase? Well, he could have lived without the cheek-pinching.

-They had all the classic redneck homeschool children works; a self-made treehouse, a tire swing over the pond, a pile of random scrap items in a field that they turned into an obstacle course, free access to cattle fields, corn fields, and a forest of trees to climb, and at SOME point they had a four-wheeler too, but they kind of sort of crashed it into a mudpit and never saw it again (well actually Charlie had to tow it out and it was busted but the point still stands)

-They also had an old Nintendo console. Dusty loved the Mario games no matter how much he sucked at them (he still sucks at them)

-Dustin goes by a few different nicknames to his family; “Dusty” of course has always been the most prominent, but several family members also call him by his middle name, Liam, because it’s his middle name which came from his grandfather (Tess’s dad)

-Dusty started working his first official job when he was fifteen, when he earned his pilot’s license to help Leadbottom out with his own crop fields. The family was trying to help him out since he was the last living member of his family and didn’t have anyone else to take on the job for him. He did promise that the fields would eventually be inherited to the Crophoppers given that now they’re essentially family friends.

-Chase moved back to Wyoming in his early 20s to work on a cattle ranch, and eventually married and had a daughter. Her name is Piper, and she is the world to not just her parents, but also her Favorite Orange Uncle.

-Tess has the literal short end of the stick in the household; not only is she the only female of the house, but she’s also the shortest, at 5′3″, while her boys are both about the same height as their dad (Charlie and Chase are both 6′1″, Dusty’s 6′0″). But that doesn’t really stop her, she can still grab earlobes from that height.

[penname-artist]

I know that a lot of people such as you and I wanted to see characters from both Planes movies in Cars on the Road but unfortunately didn’t get that! I’m just curious to know what did you wanted to see of them if they did show up?

In all honesty, I would have lost it with any form of cameo or even the vague mention of the Planes films, as small as Mater mentioning his visit to Propwash Junction that one time. Even a little cameo of Dusty would have had me over the moon and losing my shit.

But in a perfect world? I'd want Piston Peak. Nothing gives me more goosebumps than the thought of Lightning and Mater taking another side road and going down through California while looping back to Radiator Springs, just to stop at THE Piston Peak National Park on the way home. And can you just imagine the cinematography!?

They're having a great, peaceful time in the campground, when suddenly, fire! There's a raging fire so close to their camp there's smoke, so they try to leave the area, and perhaps they're either lost or stuck, or both. Deere go running past them. It feels close, too close. This is bad.

And then you hear them.

Just that faint rumble of aircraft engines, the beating of heavy rotors, a slate grey wing barely visible through the trees, and the silhouette of the familiar fire crew geared and ready.

Lightning and Mater turn to watch the scene above them, airplanes and helicopters lined up for drops, and others parachuting down to their location. Avalanche rumbles through to them, "HELLO!" as Dynamite pulls beside him, "You three head back towards the Lodge, we'll handle this!" and as Avalanche leads them from the fire - with Mater following closely - Lightning can't help but pause to look back at the aerial firefighters risking their lives for them...

So who knows. Maybe they want to go back so that they can thank them. And, you know. Run into Maru waving a wrench in their faces to clear off...wellllll, until Dipper recognizes Lightning, anyways.

[penname-artist]

Emergency - Chapter Ten

Chapter Title: Undead Vow

Rated T

[Planes fanfic]

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[Previously:] The waiting game was a dreadful one, left hanging in suspense over what would become of them next. But the wait, and the subtle hints of peace within it, they found out, would come to close much sooner than they realised...

Before the next part of the last story could be explained however, the team was interrupted again by the wailing of the sirens outside. “Your call chief.” Maru stated. It was past dark already, the skies turning a cloudy, inky purple. The light of the moon did what it could, but even it wasn’t enough to feel safe about night flying. “What’s the word, Patch?” Blade radioed, headed towards the end of the runway with the others, rotors beginning to kick up. “Trouble.” Came her reply. “Well shit…” Cabbie said.

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The fact that there was an active shooter threatening the grounds of the Lodge was bad enough in and of itself. What was worse was that it wasn’t the first time they’d dealt with one. There were a couple of times before, one before Blade’s employment, and one about ten years ago. Both incidents were neutralized before anyone was killed. The police station was the first to be contacted, but since they were located outside of the park, those dispatched from the Piston Peak team showed up first. Though he was shaking in his core, Dusty was called to join Blade and the Smokejumpers on the scene, both because he was required for that kind of job in his second-in-command (albeit by default) position at Propwash Junction, and simply because he was the smallest and fastest aircraft they had. By the time the total of five vehicles all arrived at the scene, however, the shooter had already made a run for it. Blade never even touched the tarmac, before taking off towards the treeline starting behind the structure. The Smokejumpers went to assess the situation at the Lodge, radioing information on the suspect’s description and last-known information, leaving Dusty to chase after the red and white helicopter from the air. He couldn’t have gone far; Both aircraft knew even for a sports car, he couldn’t outrun a plane, or even a helicopter, through the thick of the forest at night. He was described as being a dark burgundy vehicle, presumably some hybrid of a Corvette, with no otherwise distinguishable markings, and dark eyes. Two vehicles had since been injured, but were both in stable conditions. The suspect had been seen pointing a gun towards the Lodge staff and residents as well, making a statement over something relating to the police and other emergency personnel. They’d assumed he was likely under intoxication. Until the police could show up and continue to aid in the situation, finding the suspect had been left solely to the two aircraft, one of which felt ill-prepared for such a task. “Are we sure we can-- I mean...how are we supposed to handle this? W-when we do find them, I mean..” Dusty stumbled over his own sentences, but thankfully for him, the air boss knew what he meant. “Our job is to apprehend the suspect - leave it to me to take care of that. What I need you to do is keep an extra look out for them.” “Okay, copy that..” Dusty replied. “Can you make it to the edge of the canyon?” He then asked. “Wha- by myself?” “I’ll send Windlifter out after you, but we need to cover more ground, and you’re the one with the higher speedometer.” “Uh..y-yeah, yes - copy that.” Dusty said. He was about to veer off when he noticed Blade looking back at him. “Just keep a level head,” he said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” “..Roger that.” Dusty replied, the faintest hint of a smile forming. He knew the younger plane was terrified, so the reminder was beyond a relief to him.

But that was the last time Dusty saw or heard from his chief that evening. He’d gone off to the edges of Augerin Canyon in as short time as he could, and the distant beat of heavy rotor blades confirmed backup was on it’s way as well. It was hours of searching, before Windlifter radioed to retreat back to the base. The park had already put themselves through shutdown now, and there were enough cops out in the park that they felt they only needed one active aircraft on the lookout - they still had to conserve their fuels in between fixing their budgets. But Windlifter hadn’t gotten a response from the air boss to move forward. He then went through to Patch, hoping it was only a manner of communication errors, nothing more.

She couldn’t get anything but static either.

“The radio system must be faulty on his end.” Windlifter concluded. “No..no, it’s not that.” Dusty said, tone on the verge of panic. “Dusty…” The green chopper warned. “No! Wind, I..I don’t know, I got a really.. really bad feeling about this. I don’t think it’s just the radio, I...I don’t know how to describe it.” He knew he sounded crazy. “But you have to trust me, I know it’s more than that.” Windlifter looked over at Dusty, contemplating. He’d tested him like this before, and though he paid for it in the end, he had also been able to save the two he knew were in jeopardy. And he had to admit, there was something undeniable about the crop duster, something the older chopper had really begun to notice since that day; A spark, or otherwise a sign of something he could only hope was true. And that spark is what led him to his decision. “Patch, send Dipper out for the overhead watch with the others - Seven and I setting out a different search and rescue mission.” ‘Seven’ was a Windlifter-specific nickname for Dusty. It was like a private callsign. “You think Blade might be in trouble?” She asked. “Affirmative..” Windlifter replied. The two aircraft pull away from their path back to the base, the Sikorsky choosing to head north, beyond Rail Ridge. “How could he have gone this far already?” Dusty asked, “Even the shooter couldn’t have gone this far, it’s a dead end anyways.” “It’s been hours now. They could be anywhere.” Windlifter said, tone not wavering in the slightest, “I don’t want to rule out any possibilities.” “When you say ‘they’...who are we trying to find then?” “If your hunch is right,” the elder told him, “then if we find one, we might just find the other.”

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Something wasn’t right - there was no doubt about it. Something was… missing, set off course, redirected, lost…

He flew alone. He had no trace to follow anymore, no sense of the other’s presence, of which he’d long since vowed to protect. They weren’t passed on, surely, or he’d have dissipated too - but he could no longer locate his partner’s soul. Like he’d just...vanished. Help - he needed to find something, someone who could help. Someone that could understand, that could reunite the lone husk to its other half. Its living half.

There were only two he was aware of, that he felt were - or could become - aware of him. And they were close. Turned towards the northern side, where the rock came together and cut off the rest of the world, he followed their faint trails. ‘Help,’ he thought - the only form of conscious, or semi-conscious thought he’d had in over thirty years,

‘I need to find help.’