#hit her with the pony beam

[colorful-horses]

vampire

[frijjfan]

humanised my favourite horse if you hate her you are Wrong

[technovillain]

Gisu kinda has pinkie pie hair

uh-huh.

[jazzy-art-time]

Hits the Ask-Eden Trio with the Pony Beam !!!! For fun and sillies of course. (started as a joke that Dysnomia would kiss AppleJack dont ask why)

Useless mini lore things below the cut

Dysnomia is named DaisyChain! As a nod to his name as well as daisy chains being chains. Cutie mark represents this as well as "red string of fate" in a way

Luan is CloudSurfer! Her name is… obvious lmaO- But I imagine she is unaware that she is actually a SeaPony and once she touches sea water instantly transforms like in H2O just add water (CLEUAoOOO.. NAuuRRR)

and then! Eden as… Prince DawnShimmer! Unlike his brother, Prince DuskShimmer (haha their names are Dawn and Dusk get it am I clever am i CLEVER-) he was not born a proper alicorn. He is a standard earth pony but over time, he will earn his horns and wings! He technically has no cutiemark but instead a wavering shimmering circle on his flank that will eventually fill with something when the time is right

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Firefighter! Steve

Or

Personal Trainer! Clark

🤭

Looks like I deserved this one.

Work It Out

Warnings: allusions to non/dubcon, slow creep, fitness ineptitude.

Trainer!Clark Kent x short!chubby!reader

To those who read, I'd love a thot or two of what you think!

You feel ridiculous. Any regular could likely tell that your leggings were fresh off the rack, that you're chafing in your sports bra, and that the mesh top isn't exactly typical of your wardrobe. The sharp squeak of your sneakers on the mats betray their newness as you cross your arms and look around, trying to shield yourself from judgement.

You untuck your phone from the top of your leggings and see the notification you left undisposed. 'Your trainer will meet you in Area 2B.' You look up and reread the large white letters stenciled onto the painted cement. Yeah, where the hell is she? You want to get this done and over with.

You keep one arm over your middle as you scratch your neck, already sweating. The anxiety alone has your heart pumping. You could just stay home and find some Youtube video to follow along with. Or maybe you should just invest in a Peleton.

You turn listlessly as you grip your phone, eyeing the racks of weight from baby-sized to shoulder-dislocating. What kind of masochist lifts those blocky atrocities? You'll stick to the small ones. Maybe they have something less than a pound.

A pert blonde grips the rails of a step machine as she climbs, her pony tail wagging back and forth with her efforts. Her cheeks are flushed but she's not slowing down. You can't imagine you could do it for more than a minute. Exactly why you wanted a trainer to act as a safety net between you and your own ignorance.

You shift on your heel as you sense movement but disappointment once more has you looking away. It's not your trainer. The guy could probably show you a thing or two, given his bulging arms and the weight belt around his stomach, but no, Melody is late and you're starting to get annoyed. You paid extra just so you didn't die in a treadmill accident and now you're here, eyes popping like a deranged bird as you quork at every noise.

"Excuse me," the deep voice startles you as you consider hitting cancel on the app and fleeing for your life.

You turn and face the man. He's even bigger closer up. His dark hair curls are swiped away from his forehead, and his bright eyes beam down at you as he holds a large reuseable water bottle from a single finger. The cleft in his chin makes it seem that even his face is padded with muscle.

"Oh, am I in your way?" You realise you're hanging out in front of the dumb bells.

"No, uh, you don't happen to be..." he says your name and you frown.

"Yeah, that's me," you answer dumbly, "do I know you?"

"Didn't you get the notification? Melody's got an emergency so we were paired up," he says, "beginner, right?"

"That easy to guess?" You scoff, "uh, no I didn't see the message," you drop your shoulders.

"Ah, not what you expected," he gives a light chuckle, "sorry, I know I'm not as pretty as Mel--"

"Look, I don't want to make this awkward, but I requested a female trainer," you wet your lips with your tongue as the heat gathers in your face, "not that I don't think you know what you're doing but it's more a... comfort thing, you know?"

"Sure, I get it," He looks down at you with an easy smile. Jesus Christ, you didn't think they built people this big. "No hard feelings. You can reschedule on the app with Mel and I won't even charge the cancel fee."

You nod and lift your phone. A pang of guilt tickles your stomach and you sigh as you drop your hand. You tilt your chin up to look at him, "I'm here, alright? If I don't start today, I don't think I'll come back and I spent too much on this get-up."

"So you're up for it?" He arches a brow.

"I can try," you shrug, "but no promises."

"Alright, uh," he glances around then his eyes crawl up and down your body. You take a step back and try to hide your stomach behind your arms, "you got any water handy? You gotta stay hydrated."

"Oh, shit," you cringe as you let out the profanity, "I left it in the change room, can I--" You nod past him.

"Sure thing, I'll wait here," he says.

You quickly brush by him and hurry past the weight racks and treadmills. It feels like it takes forever to get to the locker room and by the time you return with your neon yellow bottle, you're already out of breath. Clark waits patiently as stands on the mats, his bottle a few feet away from his treads.

You set yours down and move stiffly to stand across from him, "okay, ready."

"Right, stretches," he claps his large hand and you can't help but watch his large fingers. It's like a joke, they replaced Melody with this behemoth, as if to remind you of how pathetic you are, "arms."

He guides you in the motions, one you recognise from gym class all those years ago. You didn't like it then and you definitely don't like it now as you put on a show for the whole gym. As you touch your toes you groan and your leg shakes as the burning zap pings through your hip. You hiss and make yourself stand straight, bracing your lower back.

"You okay?" He asks, moving easily as you hunch slightly.

"Yeah, my hip--" You gasp as your leg buckles and you nearly collapse, "fuck."

"Hey, take a seat," he grabs your elbow gently and leads you over to an empty weight bench. You sit before you can wilt entirely and he steps back to look down at you with hands at the top of his shorts. "You got hip problems?"

"Yeah, sort of," you sigh, "I put it on my profile. Locks up and all that."

"Gee, I must have missed that," he says as he turns and marches over to retrieve your bottle, then his. He squats down as he offers you yours, meeting your eye level as you accept it, "last minute change and all."

"It's fine, I know my limits and they're not very far," you untwist the cap of your bottle as his cheek dimples, "what?"

"Nothing," he shakes his head and stands, turning to sit beside you. "I tend to push limits, you know, so you lucked out."

"Great," you grumble, "well, I think the term is 'throw in the towel', the towel's tossed. It's on the floor."

"Come on," he nudges you and mindlessly rubs the top of his tank, his fingers grazing the tuft of hair peeking out above his broad pecks, "we'll take it easy, work up to it. But your hip, that looks like a therapy issue."

"Oh?"

"Oh," he counters, "lucky again," he smirks, "I do therapeutic work. If you don't mind, I can do some proper exercises and see if that helps out. No extra charge."

"I don't know, that's... too nice."

"We'll make a deal of it," he says, "I'll do the therapy and you show up every week."

"Hmm, well..."

"Unless you prefer Melody," he shows his palm, "your choice but I know she's only really does cardio and yoga and with your hip, you won't keep up."

"I can't keep up with standing," you mutter and he laughs. "For how long?"

"Well, you should make it a permanent thing," he advises gently, "but I'll settle for six months. For now."

You look up at him and lean back, rubbing your hip as you grimace, "I don't think I have a choice."

🏋‍♂️

The weeks go by but not easily. As much as your body needs to adjust to your new regimen, you need to adjust to your trainer. Clark is exactly as he promised, relentless. Your weekly sessions have become two or three a week. He made 'no' the only impossibility.

The persistent pain in your hips is mostly subsided, though new aches form in your muscles after each session. If this is what it costs to be healthy, you're not sure it's worth it. Still, he uses the app to its complete potential, sending you reminders to stretch and get in your steps, even going so far as to have you track your meals. Yeah, he wasn't impressed with your late night kitkats.

That day, you puff out as you finish your last rep and fall back on the mat, catching yourself on the hell of your hands. You try to catch your breath as Clark pulls up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, exposing the muscles above the vee of his pelvis, his shorts low on his hips. You can't help a glance at your own pudgy tummy and the extra jiggle on your thighs. After all this and you're still a troll.

"Well," you sit forward and reach for your water, "this was hell. Thank you."

"You're doing good," he offers his hand and lifts you to your feet, so easily you nearly leave the mat entirely, "lookin' better by the day."

"You don't have to lie," you fan yourself.

"And you don't have to shoot down every compliment," he chides, "go on, cool down. You earned it… and you can treat yourself to a carb."

"Thanks," you shake your head and begin your usual routine. He steps away and takes his phone from his arm band, "you got someone else after this?"

"No," he furrows his brows at his phone, "just canceled."

"Damn," you bend forward into a fan and grunt.

"Be careful," he's near you in a flash, "go slow." He frames your hips with his hands and you flinch, holding back a gasp. "You're gonna ruin all my hard work."

He squeezes before he lets go and you mumble an apology before pushing yourself up. You go into a lunge and peek over at him as he walks a circle around you, taking measure of your form.

"You sure your hip's okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I feel fine," you squint at him, "what's up? Am I doing something wrong?"

"I mean, I think there's something off," he taps his chin and stops, looking around your butt with crooked grin, "a tear maybe."

"What are you?" You reach back as you feel along your hip and you notice how the fabric feels slacker along your ass. You reach further and follow the rip in the seam at the center of your cheeks, exposing the white cotton panties with tiny pink hearts beneath, "oh my god."

You cover yourself with both hands and blanch, "how long–"

He tilts his head and looks to the ceiling, "they're cute, I didn't wanna say anything. Besides, you were in the zone."

"Jeez, okay, well I'm done for the day, I'll be sore," you snip, "oh my goddddd."

You grab your water bottle and hold it behind you as you rush away.

"Alright, well, have a good one," he calls behind you wistfully, "I think Lululemons having a sale right now."

"Quiet," you stomp away and scurry down the hall as you hear his rumbling laughter.

You get to the locker room and only realise then how empty the gym is. Clark noticed how often you got distracted by other, fitter gym goers and recommended the less busy times for your sessions. You were thankful but now it's kind of eerie.

You put your bottle on the bench and pull out your bag. You take your street clothes and resign yourself to stinking them up and showering at home. You pull of your damp shirt and peel away your split leggings, morning the seam as you look to see how big it is.

The door opens suddenly and you look up as Clark appears around the bricked divider. You cry out and try to cover yourself as his shoes squeak to a halt. He hides his eyes behind his hand as he raises your phone in the other.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to leave before I got here–"

"Maybe knock?" You scramble to pull your shirt back on, "call through the door or something."

"Sorry, I…" he parts his fingers and you snarl, "take it."

"Stop looking!" You storm towards him and snatch your phone. "Jesus, as if it's not hard enough being here…"

You grumble as you go back around the bench and drop the phone on your gym bag. He doesn't move, your anger peaking at his lingering, and you look up at him as you open the denim. He stares blatantly as you steam and fumble to get dressed.

"Clark!" You bark, "go."

He doesn't move. His eyes cling to you, falling down to your thighs as he lets out a shuddering breath and runs his hand up the front of his shirt. His lips part as he steps closer, his silence prickling along your neck.

"Clark," you utter in confusion, his blue eyes dilated and dark, "what–"

"You shouldn't hide," his voice grits dangerously as he stops at the other side of the bench. You’re frozen as you clutch the jeans tightly, too afraid to move, his gaze like a predator's; unbreakable.

"Please, just go," you whisper.

"I can't," he shifts to the side as you try to go towards the door, moving the other way as you attempt that.

You sway back and forth as he mirrors you. In that moment, his size is more obvious than ever. You gulp and step back against the lockers.

"Clark, you're scaring me," you hug your jeans and bat your lashes.

His hand spreads across his chest as he inhales, tasting the air as his nostrils flare, and slowly he descends his touch. You squeak as you see the twitch in his shorts right before he grips it. He lets out a quaking growl and tilts his head, cracking it as he bares his teeth.

"I know," he sneers as he rubs himself through his shorts, "come get it before I come get you."

[ohtobeleah]

The day Dot calls Rooster, Rooster and not Tooster. 😭 I bet he just wants to freeze time.

Terms of Endearment Masterlist and yesterdays update is linked here.

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Oh my god yes. He just freezes. Like he’s doing her hair for pre-school, two little piggy tails with bows and all because her hair is just such a curly mess and he only knows like two hair styles that you deem socially acceptable.

He wasn’t allowed to use the vacuum to do quick pony tails anymore….

“Okay I think that’s good enough? Don’t you Dot?” She’s sitting on the vanity, leaning back against his chest as he looks at his daughter in the mirror. She’s gotten older, her face is rounder, her eyes are brighter—both blue and brown. But she’s still the same little girl who stole his heart. “What do you say hey?”

“Thank you Rooster—“ Dots beaming her bright smile, wriggling her way out of his arms before he’s placing her down on the ground. Watching stunned in his place as she raced down the hall. For a moment he looks at himself in the mirror—since when had he gotten so old?

By the time Bradley’s making his way down stairs, his shoulders are rounded. He’s defeated. Sad even.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Your voice is drawing him out of the depressive pit your daughter unintentionally put him in and he’s bowing his head before you.

“Am I going grey?” Bradley’s asking. “When did I get old?” The laugh you respond with doesn’t give him much hope that he isn’t aging and aging fast. The two year old who used to call him Tooster was now a much bigger soon to be five year old. “It’s not funny Fe—“

“What’s got you spiralling out of control this morning old man?” You tease, placing Dots strawberry jam sandwich in her lunch box. Rubbing your pregnant belly. Five months into the longest nine months in history.

“Your daughter called me Rooster with an R—“

“Good! I’d wanna hope so!” You smirk, still working to pack Dots lunch box. “I don’t pay for speech therapy for nothing.”

“She’s getting so old! I hate it!” Bradley’s moping, coming to stand behind you as he kissed your neck. Hands roaming the expanse of your stomach. “I feel like I blinked and suddenly she wasn’t so little anymore.”

“Honey, Odette is five—“ You chuckled. “If she’s anything like me we’re gonna have our hands full the second she hits double digits so start preparing now—besides I’m sure if you ask nicely Jake will still call you Tooster?”

“It doesn’t hit the same coming from a grown man.”

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[snapscube]

Do you have any Hot Takes about my little pony?

So far, I don't think so actually haha? A lot of my opinions seem generally in line with average Modern Pony Fan Consensus. Unless you count "Season 5 is actually almost as good as Seasons 1 and 2 and is notably better than Seasons 3 and especially 4 (based only on the less than half of it I've seen)"

But here are a couple other stray thoughts I have that might hit the mark, although again I don't actually know how hot or controversial these are so no promises:

Spike is incapable of carrying a whole episode past the point of being okay at best, especially past Season 2. No more Spike episodes please.

I get that the whole point of the Cutie Mark Crusaders is that their episodes revolve around self-actualizing and learning to be kind and patient with yourself in regards to your coming of age and how it may feel like you lag behind in understanding what your purpose is. However, 5 seasons in it's starting to really feel like there is not much more this particular show can say about that idea, and I'd appreciate if it didn't feel like their characters hit a reset button every time a CMC episode starts, as well-meaning as it may be.

When I was a teenager I really liked how the show started to feature more action scenes and Unicorn Laser Beams the longer it went and how sometimes the bad guys were just blasted away and that was that, but now as an adult I actually like it a lot more when the villains are redeemed with idealistic love and kindness that they don't deserve in the slightest.

Except for Discord. He should have never, ever come back. Good Discord is one of the most uninteresting and aimless characters the show has to offer. Like why is he still here. I know why. But WHY.

There should have been more than one wide theatrical release film like the 2017 movie. No real reason why I think that except that I just really like that movie and I wanted another one.

Season 4 did everyone kinda dirty but especially Pinkie Pie, who feels like a fanfic rendition for like a majority of the season. It felt like for a while Pinkie Pie wasn't being written by people who really liked Pinkie Pie all that much or understood how best to user her until Rainbow Rocks onward (I have no citation for this idea, I'm sure the writing staff was not all too different between the two eras. But I know the vibes I felt as a Pinkie Pie Fan)

I don't feel like thinking of any more :)

[flutteringfable]

silly little wip for another chapter of the poly mane 6 bc its cute and i want ppl to see it even tho its not done :3c

Snow had piled up all around Ponyville, caking on rooftops and crunching underhoof. Foals were bounding around, giggling and tossing snowballs at one another. Twilight sighed, using her magic to pull her coat closer around her. She loved the snow, she really did, but she had never quite adapted to the chill of winter in Ponyville. Spike ran ahead of her, beaming with delight. Twilight had never longed to be a dragon so badly. If she had the inner flame of a dragon, maybe she wouldn't have to worry so much about the cold. She followed slowly behind Spike, wincing at the chill that surrounded her hooves.

"HIIIII TWILIGHT!" exclaimed a familiar voice.

Pinkie Pie grinned as she bounced over, grinning at Twilight. The earth pony's fluffy pink fur was especially puffy; Pinkie's winter coat was always well suited for the colder months.

"Hello, Pinkie." Twilight tried to smile. "I take it you're enjoying the snow?"

"Yuh-huh! It's super-duper fluffy this year!" Pinkie replied. "Just like me!!"

Twilight couldn't help but chuckle as Pinkie trotted circles around her.

"Everypony else is over at Sugarcube Corner; I just made some yummy hot chocolate! Wanna join?"

The princess nodded, feeling a sense of relief at the thought of a nice, warm drink. Pinkie turned and led Twilight through the town. They passed a group of foals tossing snowballs at each other, and Twilight instinctively raised one of her wings to protect herself. Only one or two snowballs were tossed in their direction, and thankfully none hit Twilight.

"Hi, Princess Twilight!" called a voice from the group. A small filly was waving to her, peeking up from behind her friends. A chorus of more "Hi, Princess Twilight"s followed, and the alicorn smiled warmly. She waved back as she and Pinkie passed by.

Despite the uncomfortable chill in the air, Twilight had to admit that the snow was pretty. It was heartwarming to see everypony in such good spirits, and by the time Winter Wrap-Up season rolled around, it would be increased tenfold. This season was always so… nostalgic, in a way. It reminded Twilight of her initial years in Ponyville, long before she had gained the status of princess. Some things really never changed, she supposed.

Sugarcube Corner's roof came into view, though it was almost indistinguishable from the other rooftops because of the snow. Pinkie picked up speed, and Twilight had to break into a trot to keep up. It was no issue; the sooner she got to the warmth of the bakery, the better. Pinkie opened the door for her, and Twilight found herself relaxing as she walked inside.

"Yo, Twi!" Rainbow Dash chirped as she trotted over. "I knew you'd show up! Apple owes me 30 bits now."

The pegasus laughed as she nosed happily against Twilight's cheek in greeting. Twilight sighed, raising a brow as she returned the gesture.

"You two made a bet on if I would show up or not…?"

Rainbow grinned. "Uh, yeah. You always stay all holed up in your castle during winter; I know it's cold and all, but seriously! It's not gonna kill you to come out and enjoy the snow!"

"Well, sorry, my fur isn't exactly made for this type of weather," Twilight retorted with a sigh. "And I don't spend all day in the sky like you, Rainbow."

"You literally have three marefriends with the coziest fur ever. Just ask Pinkie, Apple, or Flutters to hang out!"

Twilight couldn't help but laugh softly at the suggestion. As if to punctuate Rainbow's statement, Pinkie walked over and snuggled against Twilight's side. They walked to the table, and Twilight took a seat between Rarity and Rainbow Dash. Pinkie bounced away to prepare her a mug of cocoa.

"Hey there, sugarcube," Applejack smiled. "Glad you could make it."

Rainbow snorted. "You shouldn't be," she joked. "She's the reason you lost our bet."

"Just 'cuz I lost a bet doesn't mean I ain't happy to see her," Apple replied.

"Fair enough," Rainbow shrugged. She leaned against Twilight, resting her head on the alicorn's shoulder.

Rarity sipped her hot cocoa and sighed. "Anyway, how have you been, darling? Do you need me to make you a new coat?"

"No, thank you," Twilight replied. "I'm alright. I guess I've just never gotten used to the cold."

[the-owl-tree]

Also hi, tonal dissonance in S9 anon again. It really bothers me how Twilight had zero agency in becoming regent of Equestria. Like she understandably starts freaking out that her mentor AND Luna dropped this on her out of nowhere and everyone starts giggling and kicking their legs going 'Oh you're just TWILIGHTING again haha you'll wing this!!' Bro, does Lesson Zero mean nothing? The ponies learned not to brush off Twilight's concerns, and it's honestly insulting that they brushed them off for something this major too. Especially since she didn't even have a choice in the matter. Come on Luna, you just returned to the throne. I know you can at least keep ruling for a few years to help her instead of being at the club. >:(

I think it's funny Twilight had zero idea of what was happening when she got alicorn-ified. Celestia just started singing and girl was confused for a majority of it until she got hit by The Beam.

It felt weird how little choice they gave her. I get that destiny is real in the ponyverse but Celestia, my love!! You gotta ask before you start crowning people and granting them alicorn immortality!!!

[yandere--stuck]

Silly hours: Derpy would be the type of yandere to fail her initial plan but somehow succeed anyway.

She'd try to land a potential rival in the hospital with an 'accidental' drop of an anvil, only to be hit with vertigo in mid-air, losing her grip on it (and nearly missing Twilight, an uninvolved bystander). Derpy can't tell her lefts from her rights or ups from her downs anymore, helplessly careening backwards, hooves flailing and wings flapping wildly in a panic - until she collides with something hard, flank-first.

Derpy winces, ears folding back as she hears the telltale sound of wood cracking. Daring to glance behind her, the mare's eyes go wide. Town hall? Not again!

As one of the support beams begins to crack, Derpy scrambles to hide behind it. The world seems to go in slow motion as the crack in the beams grows deeper and the wood grows under the strain. Oh, she can't look! The mare holds her hooves over her eyes, unable to look as the beam finally snaps in twain.

The broken beam rockets toward the ground, nopony able to process what's happening quick enough to stop it. A lone pony only notices a sudden shadow looming over them, getting bigger by the second. Confused, they look up - before their eyes bug out, unable to even let out a scream before the beams collides with them.

A loud thud sounds throughout the town square, gasps ringing out as some ponies approach the scene of the accident, while others watch in shock from a safe distance.

Derpy trembles as she dares to peer out from behind the broken pillar, only for a smile to erupt on her face. She had hit her target! Her plan had been a success! The mailmare does a little victory dance in midair as her rival sits dazed next to the fallen beam, eyes going googly and seeing stars. Nothing a trip to the hospital can't fix! Taking them out of commission and out of the running for the affection of Derpy's special somepony!

And if anypony notices? Oh, well, it's Derpy! She can't help it! She's always breaking stuff on accident. She'd never, ever do something like this on purpose.

Right?

[gadandzooksooc]

The @asktwilighteclipse story, Chapter 4

“Hello, Grandpa.” Draco was momentarily rooted to the ground where he stood. The same paralysis extended to the soldiers under his command, who were waiting for orders from their frozen commander. Gad and Zooks, in the back, could only just about make out what was happening, but they were in a similar state. And so it was that Draco took a magical blast straight to the face. He was instantly enveloped in a blast of green flames that knocked the closest knights a few feet back into the air. “Draco!” Light shouted, immediately shaking herself free from the paralysis. The spot Draco had been standing was wreathed in thick smoke for a few seconds before Everyone heard a short cough. Draco was still standing, despite taking the brunt of a blast that would have reduced a lesser pony to dust. “Stand Down.” Draco said to his opponents through his bared teeth.

“No.” Midnight said, a grin on her face. “Your time as Prince is done. We will take your place.” Another shot of magic came from Midnight’s horn, this time a deep purple. Draco’s sword was seemingly conjured from nowhere and deflected the blow. The beam hit a wall, leaving a worrying crater. “Don’t make me fight you,” Draco said, “I’m here to save you!” “We don’t need saving! We’re more powerful than we’ve ever been!” Midnight said as Lunar broke a stalactite from the ceiling and propelled it forward with ballistic force. Draco’s blade came down on the incoming spike, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces of shrapnel. A few Knights near the front of the group covered their faces with their armored hooves to avoid getting hit. “That power is a curse! Let it go!” Draco said staunchly. “Oh, you would say that, wouldn’t you?” Midnight replied. “After all, you’re the one who kept us from it in the first place!” With a flash of Midnight’s horn, the walls of the cave broke and slammed inward towards Draco. “Get Back!” Draco shouted to the Knights behind him, instants before the incoming rocks slammed into a sparkling force field that surrounded him. Two massive magical forces struggled against eachother, causing the air around them to fill with sparks. A moment later Draco Slammed a hoof into the ground, and the rocks flew outward in an explosion of sharp gravel. The cave walls and ceiling gave a groan and a crack before settling down again. Draco Gritted his teeth. “Knights… retreat.” “Sir… we’re trained to-” Ice began. “Retreat! Now!” Draco repeated. And this time none of the knights hesitated. Gad and Zooks hesitantly followed. Draco kept his eys trained on his grandchildren as he backed away, and only turned when he broke line of sight. “Sir, we’re trained to take down rouge alicorns!” Phoenix said as soon as they were out of earshot. “I know.” Draco said. “I also know that Twilight and Solar are no match for you; maybe too much so.” The knights looked at eachother with confusion until Zooks spoke up. “They weren’t using any wards; no protection magic.” Pheonix cursed. Gad was confused. “Uh… isn’t that a good thing?” Gad asked. “Not if we want to take them alive.” Ice replied. Granted, We might still be able to do it-” “But that would take too long, potentially giving the cultists time to escape.” Draco said. “We don’t have time to take Twilight and Solar down and catch the cultists before they escape.” “Are we absolutely sure the cultists can escape? We might have them backed into a corner.” Light Peice offered.

Night shook his head. “No; If they knew we’d come after them, they would have fled, not retreated back into the caves. Not unless they had another escape route down there.”

The whole group was quiet for a moment. “So… we have to let them go.” Nature finally said. “We can’t save the Prince and Princess and get the cultists.” “Well… Maybe…” Said a certain blue hippogriffin. Everyone looked at Zooks.He wilted a bit under their attention. “Uh… um…” “Look out, everypony! My brother is going to come up with the best plan ever!” Gad said as he put his arm on Zooks’ back reassuringly. Zooks gave a not-quite-sure smile. 

“Right… well, uh… We could get past Midnight-Eclipse with a teleport spell, right?” Ice shook his head. “Not gonna work; Twilight would detect that, and then we’d be caught between them and the cultists.” “Right!” Zooks said, with no sign of discouragement. “So we’ll need to keep her distracted while we’re doing it.” “I’m not sure giving her a good book to read would work, Hippogriffin,” Phoenix said. “In this state, They’re dead-set on killing Draco and taking the throne.”

“Exactly,” Zooks said, “Draco could be our distraction.”

All eyes stared incredulously at Zooks, Except for Draco, who was looking thoughtful.

“Sorry, are you suggesting we abandon our prince to fight a corrupted, two-headed alicorn alone?” Light piece demanded.

Zooks wilted again. “Uh, well… when you put it like that…”

“It’s a good plan.”

Everyone looked to Draco, who was nodding appreciatively.

“You can’t possibly be considering…” Light said.

“I’m doing more than that, Light.” Draco replied.

“At least let us leave you with some backup, Your highness!” Phoenix said.

Draco shook his head. “You’ll need all the forces you have to take on the cultists. Don’t forget, they were organized enough to take you by surprise once already. You can’t risk being outnumbered once you get there, especially without Alicorn backup. Besides, this battle won’t be pretty, and any force you could spare would be at risk of becoming collateral damage.”

Phoenix sputtered wordlessly, clearly not liking where this plan was going, but not having anything more to say. Light simply had her muzzle agape at Draco, and Ice and Night seemed to be having a conversation between each other composed entirely of worried stares. Nature was the only pony who seemed to be nodding in agreement.

“Let me make this clear,” Draco said, “This is no longer a discussion. I will face my grandchildren, alone, to give you all enough time to capture the cultists. Is that clear?”

“Sir, yes sir!” Came the unified replies of the knights, even if some of their faces still held concern for their general.

[toaarcan]

Stormbringer: A Pokemon Emerald Nuzlocke, Part 17

This is it. It's time for the Pokemon League. Our party are all at Lv.60. Their moves have been fine-tuned with TMs. Items have been equipped. Heals have been purchased.

Vulcan the Blaziken has been here since the beginning. He's strong, he hits like a truck, and he's pretty darn fast too. He's going to be our main Pokemon for Sidney and our secondary for Glacia. He doesn't have much to offer for the Champion, but this run goes to Steven so he'll have his time in the sun eventually.

Aurora the Gardevoir is our lucky encounter from right near the beginning. Fitting that I'd get a shiny of one of my favourites in legit the second run I ever do where I can't keep my Pokemon. She's a fast Special Attacker with Psychic and Thunderbolt as her main moves, with Hypnosis and Dream Eater to give her some healing and stalling if need be. The abundance of Water here means she's going to have a lot of use for her Electric moves.

Volt the Manectric is also a fast Special Attacker. That's going to be kind of a theme. He's kind of a one-trick pony but he's going to be our main for Glacia and Wallace both.

Terra is our Earthquake-spamming physical powerhouse, she's on deck for Drake and some of Phoebe's Ghosts. I just have to keep her away from the half-dozen Ice Beam spammers on these teams.

One of our two newcomers, Harbinger the Absol is a physical attacker who hits things really, really hard with his Attack stat, and doesn't really do a whole lot else. He isn't really going to feel the lack of STAB, hopefully.

And lastly, we have Proxima the Starmie. With the wrong ability and the worst possible nature for their species, they've been screwed by RNGesus a bit, but nonetheless, a Starmie is a Starmie. This is still one of the best Pokemon in the entire game. They're going to sweep Drake. That's what they do.

These are our heroes for the final act.

[askthediscordedcrusaders]

"Wait, not breathing? But I only meant to hit-" "YOU'RE DEAD, SCREWBALL!!" Sweetie screamed, her voice booming and sounding more demented than before. Coal-colored stones surround the earth pony filly, Sweetie blasting a large laser beam at her 'niece'.

"W-WAIT, WAIT A MINUTE, I DIDN'T MEAN TO HIT RARI-" BAM! Screwball was hit, screaming as the magical blast made her literally explode into flames; like a witch at the stake, only she had been in the air. Moments after, she turned to ashes, those being Screwball's last moments.

[thegoblinboy]

Inspired by this post @xoxogabriella hope you don’t mind me using your art for inspiration (:

*based in 1987, where everyone’s finishing up school due to it not being in session after all of the “earth quakes” that and I realize I made plot hole and I’m to lazy to fix it*

Eddies hair whips around in whatever direction the wind wants to take it, fingers strumming on the drivers wheel as his other hand fidgets with the rings on his right hand. Leaning forward a bit as he looks out the front window, trying to make sure he didn’t get to close to the bumper of the car that was driving twenty in a fifty zone. He was tempted to start honking, but he recognized the car belonged to one of the older woman a few trailers down from his. She was a sweet lady, but her driving skills sucked. There was literally no one else on the country road except her and his van. Groaning he’s tempted to throw his head back in a dramatic way, just to make Chrissy laugh in his passenger seat. A sweet laugh that made his stomachs do flips. If he wasn’t currently into someone else, and she wasn’t into someone else they would have been dating by now. “Eddie! Eyes on the road you goober?” Chrissy has the passenger mirror pulled down as she does a attempt at fixing her hair. Which was in a high pony tail, to go along with the cheer outfit she was wearing. Moving her leg up on the glove department as she fits herself into a awkward way so that she could start to adjust what was underneath her skirt. The first sign that the two were a little to close. Though that point may have been proven with the fact that Eddie was currently wearing one of her newer thongs that one, she did not want back and two, he couldn’t take off until he grew a pair and asked Steve Harrington out.

Eddies eyes flick over to her in response before returning back to the road, nearly cheering when the woman’s turn signal starts to click on and off. Moving to lay back in a more relaxed position in his seat with a loud sigh. Before he’s yelping when he feels lace riding up his ass. Grunting he doesn’t hesitate moving his hand down to adjust his crotch and try to pick the worst wedgie known to man. His attempts at being discreet fail as Chrissy snorts next to him. “You know if you just asked him out you wouldn’t have to be wearing that thong right now.” She giggles. Moving the mirror up to click back into place as she gets situated in her seat. Moving to grab the seat belt to put back on, clicking it into place right as Eddie purposely breaks a bit harder forcing her to fall forward. Messing up her hair that fell in her face, sticking to her make up. Spitting lose strands out of her mouth she moves and punches him in the shoulder. Smiling proudly as he yelps out, rubbing his shoulder in pain as he winces.

“Chrissy! You hit harder then my dad after a few to many,” he jokes, knowing she didn’t enjoy his taste in dark jokes. The cheerleader doesn’t even bother to a-knowledge that joke as she starts to fix herself again.

“You know Teddy bear, it’s no big deal, I like dick, you like dick and Steve Harrington definitely loves cock. Have you not see the way he praises KFC when he’s out with Robin.” Chrissy is teasing, enjoying the way Eddie’s face goes a bright pink in response. Moving to quickly try and turn up the Ozzy album that was currently playing. In a attempt to drown her out. Only causing her high pitch giggle to somehow go over the guitar solo that was playing. His hand is slapped away as Chrissy moves turning it down. Beaming as she twists her body to look at Eddie. A knowing look on her face as she playfully pouts. “You know, at this rate you might have to start tucking so you don’t rip that thong. Remember what that drag queen said about how you shove it in and use tape to pull your dick back-”

“Will you stop talking about Dick! And I will not be tucking my jewels away, I’m wearing them loud and proud and if that means I have to buy a new pack of thongs then so be it. That’s gods will Chrissy, and who am I to break his-” Eddies rambling as his hands fly around in the air. Chrissy’s laughing harder as they pull into town.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie-” she chants out louder over his words to get his attention. Getting it only after a few attempts, “I’m sorry to inform you of this but Steve Harrington definitely has a thing for dick. Did you not see him in that scoops ahoy uniform? Or the way he was drooling over Johnny Depp in that denim vest on twenty one street? I even asked Robin how many tapes he’s recorded of the damn show and she says he has a full shelf dedicated to the damn show, now that isn’t straight behavior everyone knows you don’t watch that show for the plot. Apparently he has season one all recorded.” Chrissy is talking in a scandalous tone as Eddie groans. He was aware of how obsessed Steve was with that show. It was one of the first things he clicked with after the whole world ending situation. It had been the first show to start airing when everything started to become “normal” which was a little over a year after everything that had happened.

“First off, it’s 21 Jump Street-”

“Oh my god! He’s gotten you to!” Chrissy squeals right as Eddie parks right in front of family video. Where they would most likely find their dinguses doing something stupid.

“Oh shut up, and second don’t act like you aren’t whipped for Robin!” Eddie points a finger at her with raised eyebrows.

“Hey! At least I know she likes boobies.” Chrissy giggles as she hops out of the van. Slamming the door to the van ending the conversation there.

[georgiapeach30513]

What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 3

Summary:  Nick discovers you, and wants to save you

Pairings:  August Walker X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  A/B/O dynamics, obsessive behavior, stalking, kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

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Nick pours himself a glass of scotch. Looking over the cubes of ice, he thinks about adding one, but he welcomes the harsh burn of the amber liquid. It had been a rough day. These Omegas were a mess. None wanted to perform anymore. They were becoming harder to control, and just once, he wanted them to do their fucking job.

Hearing a knock on his door, he groans, but lets them know that it is in fact open. “Your meal you requested, Mr. Fowler.”

“Mmm,” he responds to his least favorite Omega. Peggy was always stirring some shit up. Always into too much of the business.

“The senator is making his first appearance tonight.  Apparently he’s found him a pretty little Omega who is all too proud about her need to wait until marriage.”

Nick looks up at her annoyed. Taking another slow sip of the alcohol, “Do you have a point?”

“Word on the street she’s not a virgin. Just a virgin to Alphas. Imagine what a Omega who has never taken a knot would be worth? There’s a few Beta playboys who have been digging around needing information about the famous Royal Pony.  Might entice them, and one of such high standing.  She’s all over the news, articles of what a good girl she is are printed daily.”

Nick turns around and glares at the haggard Omega, “She’ll be on the news tonight,” Peggy smirks before taking her leave.

“Meddlesome bitch,” Nick groans before taking a bite of his food. He runs his fingers through his hair, giving the brunette locks a slight tug, before grabbing the remote. Clicking on the evening news while he eats.

It’s true, an unmated and un-knotted Omega would be a great commodity to the Pony, but he needed to see what all the fuss was. Tonight was supposed to be the official outing for you and the senator as an engaged couple. While he was making his rounds for a re-election, you were hitting all the news outlets about true love, and your decision to wait.

He rolls his eyes, figuring that he had indeed had you, that this was all for show. There was no way an Alpha of such high regard would actually wait. But then he sees you walking around his pool house with the interviewer. Showing them your current home, and how you couldn’t wait to be married and give him all the pups he should want.

Your eyes shine as you show them your life. With every praising quote they recited from your fiancé, you preen with excitement. Speaking only of your fiancé in the highest regard. You were stunning. The perfect Omega. With enough reserve to leave him wanting more, but you had pride in your relationship.

“Shall we bring out the fiancé?” the reporter asks. Most wouldn’t notice it, but Nick did. A millisecond of fear flashes in your eyes. “Mr. Walker,” and even the young boy steps back as the menacing figure of August Walker walks into your temporary home.

He should be ashamed of himself, keeping you out alone in the pool house. His beefy arm wraps around you immediately, and he pulls you in close to him. His head, tilting to the side to peer down at you. To some this would be a sign of sweetness. Thinking he was giving you a quick peck, but Nick catches it. He whispers into your ear, and your eyes flash quickly for only a second. He was commanding you.

Your smile bright, when you beam up at him, giving his belly a quick scratch before settling your hand on his lower stomach. He was so much larger than you in frame and thickness. Seemingly the perfect Alpha, but there was a darkness that lingered in the air with him. Nick couldn’t put his hand on it.

“There are none quite like her,” August gives your side a quick squeeze before you nod, smiling up at him for the praise. “She’s going to be the perfect wife. And while I know some may think this is a bit extreme,” a squeeze onto your side makes you look back up at him with so much love on your face, fake love. “We’re happy, and that’s all that matters.”

August’s jaw tightens as he clenches his teeth. The Alpha was usually guarded and secretive of his life. Why was this so different? Everything about this interview seemed off.  With a quick search of his polls, Nick understood why. No one compared to him. “The extreme playboy has found his perfect Omega.”

And you were. You played the part well. Giggling and smiling up at him, and your hand never stopped holding onto his stomach. “Now if you would excuse us, we do have a wedding to plan.”

“Of course. You saw them here first, with their first official outing as an engaged couple.”

Nick clicks through your photos online with him, and you are obedient. He saw that submissive pose more than once. Nothing of your early childhood existed. It was like you were plucked out of nowhere, and built just for August.

He had prided himself on doing some deep dives on the internet, and had been known to hack into a few high profile’s people’s phones. Letting them know just how they could find them an Omega, especially with Betas. Getting into August’s phone proved to be a bit difficult. But he managed, and you were no virgin. Albeit, he didn’t have a single photo of you taking his knot.

The photos were an Alpha’s dream. Every single one had you in the most vulnerable and submissive state, and then there was the photo that caused Nick to want you. Meeting August was no accident. He’d heard of places like that. And no doubt August had found him an Omega perfect for him. Nick had to save you. You deserved more than to be used as his kink. What would happen once the new wore off? He was doing you a favor.

August had invited this plan by sticking you away from his main house. Tucked away from him. Left to go through your heats alone, while he kept pictures of your pained face at the loss of him for his personal spank bank. People like him disgust Nick. He will find you. And he will save you.  And if he could get over his issues with being mated, he would adore you.  Treat you like the princess you were.  If only.

Throughout the weeks, Nick followed your painfully obvious social media posts.  Your perfection only added to August’s appeal.  People adored you, adored your mystery, and your innocence.  He’s sure that someone behind the scenes had to have your files scrubbed, and infuriated him to not know where you came from.  It was easier to take Omegas that trusted him.  He just had to make things up as he went.

Standing outside your private small house, still on the grounds, but the security was lacking.  Nick spotted every camera.  Waiting outside to see August walk out after he had his evening with you.  His anger elevates more everyday.  He should have just claimed you.  It would have made what Nick was about to do harder.  August would be able to feel your distress, instead he was leaving you in a puddle begging for more.  

“Let me do what I’m designed to do,” you whine as you follow him out the door.  “Alpha, please!” you were needy, and he wondered what August’s end goal was with not claiming you now was.

“Now that is enough.  Return to your bed.  I left you a little present.  You’ve done so well today, Omega,” before he spins on his heels leaving you sniffling.  Walking into your bedroom, it’s pitiful that you get excited about his button up shirt from today.  Slipping it on your body, and snuggling into it.  Wishing that it was August.  

It was now or never.  He slips in through the cameras’ blind spot, and you were so spent and lonely, you actually thought it was him.  “Alpha, you came back,” running up to him, but you back away the moment you scent him.  “You’re not Auggie.”

“No, I’m here to rescue you.  Do you know what he’s doing to you?”

“He loves me,” your lower lip trembles, and you search around your empty room.  Wrapping your arms tight around yourself, and taking a deep scent of August’s smell.  “He’ll have you killed.”

“If he finds me.  He won’t.  Aren’t you tired of him playing with you?  Getting all these photos and videos of barely giving you him, before he’s stomping away?  You know he’s playing with some other Omega in his house don’t you.”

“He wouldn’t,” you shake your head, stepping back further from him.  “H-h-he’s got plans for us.”

“Yeah, box office plans.  Using a live feed of your wedding night to help pay for his campaign.  August is full of dirty money, even you know that.  He’s been using you for a long time hasn’t he Omega?  You’re such a sweet one.  He targeted you.  I want to offer you an out.  Let you be the sweet Omega you were taught to be,” he knew.  You look up at him, thinking that he knew everything that you had been through.  What your father had made you endure.  “What is it that you want?”

“Can I see Frank again?”

“Sure,” he answers quickly, but you don’t even care.  That was enough of a confirmation for you.

“August won’t find me?”

“He’ll never find you where I’m taking you,” he holds up his gloved hand, waiting.  You look around your room before grabbing it.  “There’s a good girl.  We’ve got a long night ahead of us.  If you keep quiet, I’ll let you cuddle with me tonight.  I know you’re exhausted.  You just want someone to love you, don’t you?” you nod your head, inhaling his intoxicating musk with the tiniest bit of iris, making your head spin.  “Mmm, is that pear I detect?” he asks wafting your scent.

“Yeah,” you smile, looking away from him.  Nick was entranced, it took very little to embarrass you.  

“Alright, beautiful Pear Blossom.  You ready to join me?” you nod your head, and he points to some clothes, turning around to give you privacy, but you’re still keeping August’s shirt.  Anything to see him.

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[starfac3]

hii so in a post you wanted someone to talk abt their mlp headcannons, i’m getting into mlp rn so id absolutely love 2 hear them! (also just a question from a new tumblr user, can you see my asks on my page?) feel free to message them or whatever tumblr response mechanism there is! ^ω^

-not forcing, Moss ^^

AH HI MOSS !! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :] 💖

first off , yes i can see your ask button !!! and welcome to tumblr :)

i tried to respond to this 4 times and i lost all my text and almost cried so im gonna make this much shorter than it was supposed to be (8 paragraphs) 😞 PROBABLY A RELIEF FOR MOST OF U THO LOL i have too many headcanons but here are some of my headcanons and /or “perfect world” scenarios for mlp g4 :)

i cant put all of my hcs here but im gonna put the ones i tell most ppl !!! ALSO NOT ALL OF THESE ARE IN THE SAME UNIVERSE!!! (if anybody wants more, ask me something specific .. >:3 nyeheh)

💜 - the mane six minus twilight have all been friends their whole lives, but not as a friend group until twilight came along!!

🩵 - branching off of the last one, rarity has made outfits for ALL of the ponies before !! but pinkie pie has been by far her most loyal customer because yk she throws parties like triweekly !! rarity mostly specializes in dressmaking but can also make other types of stuff . :) pinkie pie and fluttershy both seperately have taken some sewing classes from rarity cuz they alwayss loved her stuff :)

💛 - fluttershy runs/works a petshop/veterinarian clinic

💖 - at some point , pinkie pie moves out of sugarcube corner and runs her own nightclub !! (but like its not a naughty club, this is ponyville we are talking about here !! just lots of candy and soda and DANCING AND GAMES :3) and pinkie pie would be the funnest momma evr >w<

💙 - rainbow dash becomes a coach for the wonderbolts / some sort of coach :)

🧡 - applejack would grow up and continue to just run her family business and have a family of her own !! applejack would be a very caring mother but also she wouldnt take shit from anypony!! if anybody bullied her kid she’d have to try so hard not to kick anypony that bothers her and her kids

🩵 - rarity never expands her business or gets big, but she’s happy with it! her store is independent and a gem that many talk about all around the nation. :) she would be a fun mom but she would spoil the kid a lot lolz

💜 - twilight works at a school as a science/math/magic teacher, book author or a librarian! she would be a pretty average mom IN THE NICEST WAY POSSIBLE just saying she’s just your average girl!! but she has lots of knowledge to share :3 !!

🩷 - either:

-mane six all are alicornized. you cant just give the order keepers of the nation some fancy crystals and tell them to go on with their day while one friend who happened to be a rich unicorn who went to a unicorn school and got hit with a rainbow beam turns into a goddess and you have to watch her outlive you, you make them all goddesses or none of them. especially if the gifted unicorn never asked to be alicornized.

or

- twilight and cadenza rule together. cadence was done so dirty :( she was given goddess powers just to be sent to a Far Off Land and the Twilight was favored to just RULE A WHOLE NATION ALONE. insanity. also they have been friends / chosen sisters for the longest time. this scenario would not only give cadence a better storyline, but also spit in the faces of “theres already 5 alicorns” ❗️

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there was nothing about vamp rarity because i havent expanded on her yet <//3 and also you guys have yet to see my whole cross-race breeding chart.. >:P

but thats all for now TwT sorry it still got long , i hope you or somepony enjoyed !! if anypony draw/write something off of these PLEASE tag me just cuz i NEED content with these !!!!!!! :33 plzplzplzplz and tag me in any pony art/writing/ etc :3 anybody feel free to ask for more !!! bye bye <33