#boot polish

[claydough61]

[emeraldexplorer2]

1956

[kindheart525]

Name: Lord Boot Polish Nicknames: Bootie (his family nickname), Polish, Lord Boot, Handsome Fancy Boy With The Tickly Beard (Stockholm only)  Parents: Lady Rarity, Dragon Lord Ember, and Lady Maud Pie  Siblings: River Morganite Future Spouse: Stockholm Future Children: Aphrodite, Freyja, Bastet, Cupid Personality: With his tall stature and muscular form, Boot Polish is a big strapping mountain of a stallion who looks like he could easily crush a rock to dust. But despite his large, burly physique, he much prefers more dainty and refined activities like sewing. He is surprisingly graceful despite his size, and can measure up to the prissy likes of the Canterlot elites with his flowery language and snootiness. Boot Polish often has a difficult time expressing himself and is rarely phased by anything. However, when he does feel for something—or someone—strongly, he does so with his whole heart and soul. Cutie Mark: Three pins behind an inkwell, symbolizing his talent in refined planning. 

Adopted from Abbi--Arson

[aircadetz]

Boot shining!

I know they're not very impressive, but it's my first time!

[jim-webster]

The Finest Bread and Butter Pudding in Port Naain

The Finest Bread and Butter Pudding in Port Naain

Grandash Cobwell wasn’t originally an alchemist. Indeed he had a long and unblemished career of service to his fellow man. In his youth he was a paperhanger’s gymnast. He graduated, briefly, to being a repairer of dolls and other toys, before spending many years as a deliverer of parcels and letters to those too enfeebled by age or vice to deliver their own It was as a deliverer of parcels that…

[jayrockin]

I started drawing a reference for Talita’s work gear (a pressurized exosuit and Fall Arrest System harness for working on scaffolding) but then got distracted and started drawing her in cute little dresses instead. She has a semi-official reference now, I guess, though I usually draw her a little more muscular than this, lol.

PATREON | STORE | Runaway to the Stars

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「(оﾟдﾟо)」 by BlueOrca | Twitter

๑ Permission to reprint was given by the artist ✔.

[png-magician]

[sonic-adventure-3]

been meaning to draw them in this palette for almost a year

[omgjolras]

another great a++ prompt is people usually being attracted to enjolras only until he starts speaking because he gets soo intense like wtf is wrong with this guy, grantaire genuinely not even getting what’s not to love

[tmascfaggot]

i think one of the leather pieces i want most is a pair of faggy leather shorts. can you imagine. fat hairy trans stomach hanging over leather shorts. picture it. keep picturing it. just keep focusing on that for a while see what it does to you

[kindheart525]

It was a busy Thursday afternoon at the Ponyville theatre, for there was soon to be a production of Roemeo and Muleiet put on by the local foals. A well-studied work of Shankspear, a timeless tale of a young seapony and mule defying their families for love, every young actor was thrilled to show off their talents in these roles.

And the tech crew was hard at work making sure everything would run smoothly behind the scenes.

Boot Polish strolled across the backstage workspace, proudly taking note of all the students working so diligently on their props.

“The scenery is coming along splendidly,” he voiced his pride out loud. “You are all excellently keeping pace. You have just over two weeks until tech week, so keep going!”

Several of the students murmured in affirmation through the paintbrushes and other tools clenched in their mouths. One of them commented,

“I’m sure we’ll be done in time, no problem. I wonder how the actors are doing?”

“Yesterday I heard Tiramisu in the bathroom practicing her lines for the nurse,” another replied.

“During class?”

“Mmhm!”

“Oh, those theatre ponies can’t get a break!” This techie, Skydance, put down their paintbrush with a chuckle. “Correction, they don’t let themselves get a break. Practicing their lines at every hour of the day. Eating, sleeping, and breathing the show.”

“Literally, I heard Dove Song practices her lines in her sleep.”

All the young techies laughed at this, and even Boot couldn’t help but chuckle along at the youthful passion.

Skydance was a bit cocky about it, though, but in a playful way.

“It’s not like it’s that hard!” They claimed. “All they have to do is memorize words and know where to walk. We have to paint backgrounds, and make costumes, and build a bunch of props that they end up breaking, and we only have this time to do it!”

As if to emphasize their more crunched schedule, they made a few paintbrush strokes on their prop as they spoke.

“Now, memorizing takes a great deal of effort as well,” Boot tried to gently point out. “The mental energy required can be grandiose. You only need ask Mrs. Stockholm about it.”

Although he was lighthearted in his explanation, a part of him felt like he was defending his wife, more particularly the honor of her life’s work as a master of memory.

“Consider, you get to leave here and go about the rest of your pursuits freely until the next session. The actors must work around the clock to ensure they have memorized their cues. Do you follow that?”

“Yeah, sure, I know,” Skydance somewhat waved him off. “I just think some of them overthink it.”

They put a hoof to their chest and raised another in the air in a somewhat exaggerated manner, taking a deep breath and reciting:

“Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Moraygue. What’s Moraygue? it is nor tail, nor hoof, Nor flank, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a creature. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.”

Despite their humorous intentions, Skydance delivered Muleiet’s monologue with such passion, yet such expert nuance, that their fellow techies couldn’t help but pause their work to watch. A small crown of them gathered around watching with wide eyes as if they were attending the play itself.

Skydance was oblivious to the stares even once they opened their eyes.

“That was like, half the monologue. I only had to read it a couple times to know all that, so why’s there such a big fuss? It’s easy.”

“Or maybe you’re just really good at remembering things.”

One of their peers commented. Another added,

“Yeah, like, I couldn’t memorize all that.”

A small chorus of mumbling indicated that others felt the same.

“Not just remembering, but like, acting too. You did really good.”

Even Boot had to take a moment to compose his thoughts after that small performance, having been temporarily lost in the surprise this budding talent brought him.

“Have you ever considered taking a role as an actor?”

“Not really.”

Skydance shrugged.

“I’m just not that type. I’ve met a few theatre ponies and I’m nothing like them. I mean, it’s kind of fun to pretend to be someone else sometimes, for laughs and such…”

Their demeanor changed a bit as they started reflecting more.

“And I guess it’d be kind of fun to do it on a stage. But I’m just not what you think of when you hear ‘actor,’ you know? You always think of the ones that are like, crazy about musicals!”

It was a wildly different situation, Boot almost wondered if it would be unfair to make such a comparison, but he couldn’t help but think of somepony he knew who was making her way in the theatre world. In a way, she, too, broke the mold of what most expected an actress to be, yet it was creating a world of opportunities for others.

“Now, who would earnestly suggest that there is one way for an actor to behave?”

He posed the question to his student.

“There is no one prescribed personality for an actor to have, nor a technical artist! You mustn’t allow that to limit you. If you feel you would enjoy being on the other side of the curtain, why, you should try it!”

Skydance’s eyes widened with wonder just thinking about it, but their face quickly twisted into a look of hesitation.

“You really think I should get into all that?”

“Whether you should is up to you,” Boot gently corrected them. “Nopony else can tell you what is meant to be. I only suggest that you consider it.”

A small smile formed on his face.

“You never know, it could be better than you dreamed.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Our Own Star Next (end flashback): Every Rose

This was a collaboration with characters drawn by: - Me (owner of Boot Polish and Skydance) - AzzyNextGens (owner of Honey Velvet) - @cornerofhell (owner of Sugar Skull) - @dumb-a-horses (owner of Nebula) - @dahliarauxt (owner of Apple Bites)

[gloomyvampire]

[kvernakamudra]

AWD on guard! Commission for Riley on Telegram

[meandmyechoes]

Japanese translation of the Ahsoka novel arrives Jun 15, 2023 (¥1430 each, 2 volumes).

Cover art by 5healthMONO

[soldieryaoi]

i wanna refine this tomorrow but here's a sketch for now! for an AU that a friend and I came up with where Levi ends up as part of the Bremen army (and Pav's guard dog)