#sombra emotes

[cutestupidemotes]

Animated Sombra Emotes

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Overwatch Black Cat Sombra Animated Emotes

[serrangelic-art]

the bestiessss

[dikatsuu]

Sombrita

[sud-scribbles]

both changeling rulers in one set! plus Cheerilee lookin like a student finally got on her nerves lol

i also like the expressions i rolled, four of them look so disgruntled, (but in different ways) and then Flash Magnus is just there

[hellseur]

Overwatch x LE SSERAFIM Emote Bundle | Link

[claws-emojis]

Me when I see what Walter White cooks

(King sombra from MLP FIM)

Got a bit carried away with this one, and also wasn't a fan of my old way of making emojis. (I found it a bit difficult to look at) and the mlp hyperfix is back so here we are.

[muertarte]

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: Chuy (written by Hera!) @muertarte

SUMMARY: Metzli finally agrees to meet with Chuy in hopes of settling everything. Things take a turn for the worse when he reveals a painful truth.

WARNINGS: Emotional abuse

The attack on Eleanor was the last straw, biding for time no longer an option. Staying glued to the seat of strategy was proving fruitless anyway. They’d reached out and waited until there was finally a response. Metzli hurried and all but ran, rely on hope to keep their body moving toward the destination the message had given them, despite how they’d slowed their stride the closer they got. Surely it had to be Chuy who’d sent it, Metzli was sure of it, but that did little to quell the fear that weighed on the vampire. 

How strange, really. They’d never really known fear while in the clan. Being a perfect soldier meant they had little to fear in regards to their life. They were expendable, another soldier ready to continue where they fell, though Metzli never did. With a swallow, the cemetery came into view, other vampires lurking around the perimeter. 

The numbers alone should’ve given them pause, but that wasn’t what caused the noose around their neck to tighten. Seeing two guards at the entrance of the crypt gripped Metzli in totality, the knowledge that their old friend–the new leader–was just yards away. How much had Chuy changed? What had they done to make him so angry that he’d go so far as to travel to Maine and hurt Metzli’s friends? They had to find out.

They continued forward, walking stoically past every so-called guard. Must’ve all known who they were and why they were there, Metzli supposed. Otherwise, that would further prove just how badly managed the clan was now. It was a little too easy to take down the ones that Metzli had managed to run into, but that was a thought for later. 

Taking a quiet but deep breath, they trudged forward, allowing the darkness to swallow them until the light of a single torch began to lay in front of them. Brows furrowed with confusion. Metzli looked right, then left, and were on the brink of turning around until everything went black with thunder booming through their head.

There had been no good reason to let Metzli live and thrive for this long. Sentiment, perhaps? A reward for overthrowing the man who would be king, who had been content to let Chuy rot in the shadows cast by Eloy’s overbearing rule? Figuring that a broken, one armed fledgling wouldn’t matter in the grand scheme of things? Whatever the reason, it had long since been time to end it. Chuy had been wrong in thinking that Metzli’s continued existence would not cause problems and he hated being wrong. Almost as much as he loathed the whispers of a revolt, hushed conversations about whether or not the mindless soldier could prove to be a better leader than him. 

Him, who had rescued them all from Eloy’s oppression, who kept their clan large and powerful? And they would prefer the quiet artist to lead them, the one that could not even lead themselves? Chuy knew that he was the right leader, the only leader for this clan, but leaving things up to chance had never proven successful. Showing them the Metzli he knew would persuade them all, prove once and for all what the elder knew deep in his cold, still heart. 

A feeling of everything falling into place settled over him as an aggravatingly familiar shape was dragged into the dimly lit room, their body dropped on the stone tiles. Chuy sighed in an almost fond way, standing from the makeshift seat some might call a throne, fashioned from the crumbled stones in abundance here. Metzli looked like their own person, with a hairstyle and clothes they undoubtedly picked out themselves. He didn’t like that. With a sniff at their stump of an arm, Chuy gave a wave of his hand, the order to make sure the fledgling didn’t do anything they might regret. They were strong, that much was true, and he needed to make sure they wouldn’t interrupt what was to come. 

Black dusted the edge of their vision, dim light barely discernible for several moments. Metzli groaned, frown deepening at the way their head began to pound. The pain emanated from one particular spot at the base where their skull and spine met. So the attack came from behind, and the torch was used as a distraction. Not a bad plan, all things considered. Metzli would’ve normally been on alert, but thanks to how lax the security was and how easy it was to take down what vampires were thrown at them, they dropped their guard. Idiot. 

“Where am I? Where…?” Metzli shuddered at the sight of Chuy sitting coyly at a makeshift throne. His energy was different before. Still the same, moody demeanor with a tinge of loathing practically radiating from him. “Chuy? So it is—argh!” A fledgling socked Metzli in the face, berating them for not calling their long-time friend Master Jesus. It seemed idiotic, but fine, they’d comply. They just needed answers.

“Master Jesus…” They began with a sigh, speaking in their native tongue. “What are you doing? Why do all this? What did I do to make you so angry with me?” Metzli rolled their shoulders and flexed their fingers, doing their best to get comfortable against the firm grips around their entire body. It was kind of nice to see Chuy taking some actual measures for once. Everything had been so messy up until then. 

After all this planning, all of the waiting and painstakingly making sure each piece fit where it needed to ensure success, the simple act of waiting for Metzli to come to was unbearable. There were hushed whispers, looks exchanged as each clan member took in their old camerada, or for some as they got their first look at the esteemed Metzli. Finally, there was a stir and Chuy raised a hand, bringing dead silence to the dark room. Soon, he would have the power to silence every whisper, every doubt. 

A hint of a smile played on his lips when punishment was doled out on his behalf and what a joy it was to not get unfairly punished right alongside Metzli. For their mistakes, for their wrongdoings. His fledgling started again and as the innocent questions rolled off their tongue, Chuy stood and slowly advanced closer. “Oh, cariño,” he sighed, stopping an arm’s length away, eyes boring down on them. “You were a mistake, that is all. Or the mistake, I suppose, was making you think for a moment you were more than a mindless soldier.” He moved away again, arms crossed behind his back as he made sure he had the attention of every clan member present.

“I guess some of the blame lies with me,” he continued, circling the room, feeling Metzli’s presence. “Giving you the idea for a revolt, making you think it was yours, of course it was bound to bring up some… resistance.” Chuy gave the revelation a moment to sink in, not just for Metzli but for everyone present. They had not been the one to plan Eloy’s downfall, not on their own. Everything Metzli had done, everything they were, was his. They needed to know that and so did everyone else. 

“But mostly… I suppose I just expected better things from you. Seeing as you are my creation, after all.”

The whispers around the room were difficult to ignore. Some mentioned the wrong person was on the throne, while others hissed for Metzli’s demise to come quickly. Either way, everyone in the room wanted to get the show on the road. At least on that, they could all agree. Even Metzli. The energy Chuy was emitting reminded them of Eloy, and they supposed that was fitting. Chuy had made it clear that he held a great hatred for the way things were run, fully dedicated to the coup when the concept went from idea, to a full blown plan. 

If Metzli wasn’t coordinating, he took the reins, more than excited to reach the finish line to freedom. But…be that as it may, it turned out to be an illusion. A facade that Metzli had fallen for so easily. They began to shake, tugging against the hands restraining them as Chuy continued to speak. The more they heard, the more their stomach continued to sink into a never-ending pit. No idea was theirs then, it seemed, but there was something just under Chuy’s tone that set Metzli on edge. Like he was leading up to some big…reveal. 

Their eyes widened and the room broke into whispers once more. The gravity of the truth made the world swirl, blurring in and out of focus. “What? W-what?” Metzli gagged, nausea developing like a surge through their stomach. “You’re not. You’re…!” It was all clicking into place, memories of Metzli and Chuy’s nights spent together, planning. They had shared dinners, they’d even managed to make Chuy laugh. “You’re lying! You’re lying!” More than once he had said they were family, and having never truly had one before, Metzli latched onto him so without hesitation. And it was all, for what? A sick plan to manipulate them and torture them without their knowing? All while they believed Eloy was the only monster to blame. Turns out though, evil hid well behind the veil of friendship, tricking those desperate enough to believe.

“You did this to me?!” Metzli attempted to rush forward, stopped short. They fell straight onto their face, the vampires holding them following suit and keeping them pressed into the dirty ground. “We are supposed to be family! You said we would free everyone!” They growled, continuing to fight and thrash. Billions of ants crawled beneath their skin, each step in their march burning worse and worse. “Eloy made me! He controlled me! This doesn’t make any sense!” 

Their reaction was music to his ears. Disbelief, anger, uncertainty. Every emotion swirling out of Metzli in such an uncoordinated way, proving just why they were unfit to lead. They were too unstable, too broken, and with this simply being the first step to make everyone else see that, Chuy felt rather good about his odds. They attempted to appeal to him, appeal to a humanity that felt so, so far away. Sure, there had been moments where he had let himself just be, not focus on the grand scheme of things, but none of that was more important than this. Than setting things right. 

“I did free everyone,” he corrected calmly, voice loud enough to once again quiet some of the whispers. It did little to silence Metzli’s trashing but they could be allowed to make a fool of themselves. With them now on the ground, Chuy stepped closer, feet stopping at the edge of their frantic face. “Eloy was the one that wanted to keep you on a leash, didn’t want anyone to know his favorite soldier was really mine. So I did what he asked, forged you into the perfect weapon. I see where he was coming from, now. You’re useless like this. Frantic, emotional.”

“Stop! Stop!” They didn’t want to hear it anymore. Lies were the worst thing to listen to, they detested the concept, and they loathed people who used such a disgusting tool. Metzli could feel the tears stinging the corners of their eyes as Chuy paid their pleas no mind. He picked them apart, toying with them until the ants began to truly dig into their nerves with no reprieve. They felt powerless to stop it all, reason becoming harder and harder to latch onto. Their mind became an echo of words even they couldn’t decipher, any sense they had dissolving quickly. 

All Metzli could use was unbridled panic, almost willing to let their arm break as they pulled it in the wrong direction in an attempt to get away. “I’m not yours! I’m free! Do you hear me?! I’m free!” They all but shrieked, sobs beginning to make their voice hiccup uncontrollably. It was the most emotion Metzli had felt up until then. They would have usually minded displaying such an overreaction, but it could be accepted and allowed. It was further proof of just how free they were. “See?! I can feel everything now! I’m free! So you’re lying! I hate liars!”

Of course they would refuse to believe him, too weak to handle the truth. Always too weak, clinging onto notions like ‘family’. Metzli trashed and he gave the order to pull them to their feet even though they didn’t have the composure to fully stand. “You are mine. Always have been, always will be,” Chuy hissed and switched back to a language not all of the vampires knew, moving in closer than he had before, clawed fingers finding Metzli’s face. It was disgustingly contorted in their grief and anger - this was who he’d been punished alongside all those years, who the people thought could lead them?

Chuy grabbed the single arm that remained, grip tight, and gestured for the others to back off. He could take it from here, could handle the broken husk in front of him. Holding them steady, he leaned in to deliver words meant only for them. “You will not mind in a moment but it’s important that you know this. We were never family. Your existence has been a burden for me every step of the way.” He leaned back again, forcing tear stained eyes to meet his own, burning brightly. Compelling. “You don’t need those emotions. You can’t feel them anymore. You will ruin everything just like you always have.” 

[mages-ballad]

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today i have taught lopu a new dance

[the-xolotl]

Sweet, Soft Shadow Man

Alastor x gn!Reader & Al’s Shadow

♡ Itty bitty snip

♡ a/n: i feel like i’ve only been writing smut recently so here’s something soft

summary: Alastor’s shadow adores you, because Alastor adores you, but he’s a lot more reserved with his feelings. His shadow on the other hand has little qualms about showing affection or responding to yours, and maybe Al feels a little jealous.

♡ TAGS: sfw, domestic fluff, slight jealousy, some banter, no use of y/n, latine coded reader lowkey.

One thing to get use to as you and Al had begun dating was his shadow constantly hovering around you anywhere you went where Alastor himself wasn’t. At first it had felt smothering, like he didn’t trust you alone or like you couldn’t defend yourself, when you in fact very much can. You’d roll your eyes every time you caught the shadowy figure out if the corner of your eye or even tried to get it to go back to Alastor but of course it only listened to its master and would stare at your blankly with the holes that are supposed to be his eyes.

However, as you got to know it and Alastor you realized it wasn’t that that your lover thought you couldn’t look after yourself. No, what you came to realize (and kept to yourself because it’s much too precious) is that Alastor is a proud man ok not that, you knew that very well but that he has his peculiar way of showing affection, one way was to keep his shadow with you when he himself couldn’t. His pride got in the way of him being outwardly affectionate towards you even after courting, properly asking you be his partner and all the time spent together, he still kept to himself a lot simply reciprocating what you initiated. But having the one thing that’s an extension of himself guard you and keep you company was one of the first tokens of care he’d given you.

Thereafter this discovery you didn’t mind it as much, in fact, you even gave it a name; Sombra. You grew very fond of the curious creature that mostly kept itself to surfaces or even in the silhouette of your shadow. It made you giggle every time Sombra did, because you could feel an odd, ghostly weight on your person when it did despite being in its intangible form. Sombra,you also found, is very animated with you. It showed a lot of emotion: joy, sadness, excitement etc. And it didn’t always smile like Alastor did, it could frown, or have a neutral expression. The more you got to know it, the more you became attached to it and it to you. Where to even without Alastor sending it to you, Sombra came to you out of its own accord or even when you called it.

While not entirely against it, Alastor found it a little irritating that literal part of him spent more time with you than he did sometimes. After all he’s an Overlord and the manager of the Hazbin Hotel with the Princess of Hell, he’s a busy man. And the fact you named it, like a pet. His shadow was wrapped around your finger the same way Alastor was, but at least Alastor didn’t show it so forwardly. This fact made Alastor a little bashful the first time you had revealed this to him, all of the little things his shadow did for you.

For example it would bring you little gifts, either from Alastor… Or its own. Small trinkets, flowers (not even store bought just wild flowers off the streets) or even limbs. You didn’t question the limbs even if they put you off at times. Sombra became very cuddly and liked to follow you around even when you only did mundane things. Like today, you’re in the kitchen making a dinner you had made Alastor promise to be there for. He’d been unusually busy recently and as much as you love Sombra, you miss your significant other. You had been prepping the ingredients for a special dish you wanted Alastor to try, that while not entirely southern food, it’s very similar to something like gumbo, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of a black figure. It disappeared as soon as you turned to look in that direction, so you shifted your focus back to the food.

A few times more this happened before a menacing shadow loomed right over you as you threw chopped vegetables into the pot of already boiling water with salt and other seasonings on it. It made half the kitchen dim and it seemed to swallow up its surroundings. You smiled wide giggling looking up at the ceiling, “Sombra~” you sing-song, greeting the ghostly silhouette, “Want a taste?” you offered one of the still uncooked pieces of red meat. It shrunk down to its usual size on the wall taking the offered food. Chuckling at how the meat hovered in the air before it disappeared as Sombra put it in its mouth. The shadow smiled wide giving you a thumbs up as it watched you add herbs into the cooking pot.

“That’s not a pet, you know that right darling?” Alastor’s unfiltered voice came from the door frame as he entered unannounced. While his voice had its usual uppity lilt his tone came a little annoyed. You had reach to hug and pet Sombra like you always do to welcome it, you thought Alastor wouldn’t come for another while longer so you indulged the little servant before its master arrived but you got caught right in the act. It retracted to Alastor’s side like it always did as he threw it a sideways glance.

“Of course he’s not. But its cute, in its own way,” you smile. “Welcome home, my love,” smiling at the radio demon you gingerly made your way to him wrapping your arms around him with a tight hug. He did the same, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, your smile widen. “I missed you,” you whispered looking up at him with big doe eyes. Because you did. You really, really did. You didn’t want to say it outloud but you almost thought he wouldn’t show or he’d be late. So it made you exceedingly happy he had already arrived. “It’s almost ready, why don’t you go sit at the table.”

From his seat, he watched you prepare the side dishes as the pot on the stove simmered, however his eyes more than fixating on you, they followed the movement of his shadow standing next to you at all times. Handing you things, making you laugh and giggle with little actions. And of course it’s his shadow he could feel how giddy your attention made it. Every time you said thank you, every time you gave it a compliment or whenever you pet it. He felt it’s eye twitch seeing Sombra lay his transparent head on the shadow of your shoulder and you didn’t bat an eye. Part of it is guilt, guilt that he had been so absent and distant for weeks, because he’d been too preoccupied with other responsibilities, and jealousy. The jealousy is what bothered him the most. That damn shadow had been hoarding all your attention even as he’d been sitting in the same room with you.

Alastor wouldn’t admit it’s his fault, of course. So instead he gets up from the table again coming up to stand behind you, long arms wrapping around your middle. It surprised you a little, making your stutter the rhythm of your stirring. Alastor rested his chin on the same shoulder Sombra had, making direct eye contact with the sentient being and intimidating it into moving away from you. If it could hiss, it would have. But it moved away without you noticing. Alastor’s arms tighten around you for a second before speaking softly, “I apologize for neglecting you, or if you’ve felt lonely in my absence, darling,” his words were sincere. Alastor didn’t like being away from you very long, didn’t like having to go places filled with people he couldn’t care less about and having to deal with others he disliked. But duties are duties and work is work, he’s a man of principle.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t long to be with his beloved, and he know he’s godawful at telling you. Part of the reason he’d kept his shadow with you, in hopes to keep you solace, and company when he couldn’t. But seeing you grow closer to the creature and pouring all the affection you couldn’t give him made his chest tighten, a feeling that crawled under his skin and bothered him in ways that shouldn’t matter to him. You were his. Yet, here he is, acting childish even if you are probably mostly unaware. Or he hopes you are. Because this is embarrassing, it makes him feel embarrassed deep down. His ears twitched in annoyance as the thoughts swirled around his mind trying to push them away but failing.

“I know you’ve been busy. I wouldn’t call it neglect really,” you answer back, relaxing into the embrace and tilting your head so that you can press a soft kiss to his cheek then nuzzling him, “But you are gone too often, I had meant to talk to you about it but I didn’t really know how to. I guess I also felt a little bad asking you to give me more than you already do,” you chuckle unhumorously. Alastor did give you everything, hardly ever did he tell you no and did what he could to make you happy. Your relationship had been very rocky at the start. Both of you had to learn to make your relationship work and meet in the middle on a lot of different things. Alastor had to re-learn what it’s like to love someone, you had to adjust to his own way of loving and take baby steps, slower ones than you were used to. Both of you accepted the flaws that came with the other, you were in hell, he wasn’t the worst out there and you weren’t perfect.

“And you don’t have to be jealous of your own shadow, Al,” you quipped, a grin tugging the edges of your lips. You had to press your lips into a thin line to keep yourself from giggling at the flare of radio static around you after saying that. But he didn’t really refute it.

“Very funny, darling,”

© 2024 the-xolotl — all rights reserved. do NOT alter, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my consent, do not claim my content as yours.

[chronal-anomaly]

@tlacehualli asked:

"Huh. No fucking shot, you actually looked like a little rockera, look at you." Sombra's tone is bordering on affectionate; she's got a polaroid of Lena way back in the day in her hand and the pilot has a messy but somehow actually still pretty sick looking mohawk.

"You're not gonna believe this one but - " Her circuit hand extends and she's playing a video fashioned out of her memory; she's looking in the mirror putting on Los Muertos paint in glowing green and her hair is in a mohawk - it's magenta, the same color as her cybernetics now, and smaller and tighter and clearly involved more hair gel. But hey, a mohawk's a mohawk.

She dismisses the video and seems contemplative for a second, stretching out her elbow by grabbing it over her head with her hand. "You think us back then - those punk kids - would like who we turned out to be now? You working with the supercops. Me at fucking Talon." Sombra laughs darkly. "Think I'd wanna punch myself in the face." || Unprompted ( always accepting )

Lena really shouldn't be surprised anymore. After all, they had told her when she was a kid that nothing was gone forever, not really. Including, apparently, the film from one of the many illegal underground concerts she attended, seemingly lifetimes ago. She could still remember the smell of alcohol and smoke burning her throat as she screamed along with the others, a breathing, living massive of people living solely in the moment. In all honesty, Lena didn't remember this exact picture, taken by the side by a childhood friend whose name was long lost to time, sign of the horns flying high to whatever beat pulsed through her chest. The mohawk, so carefully combed earlier, now flopped over her eyes - likely disturbed from the headbanging throughout the night.

"Hey, look at that!" Lena stared at the hologram, at the short display of a much younger, much different Sombra going through a similar ritual. Putting on the war paint.

Wonder if either of them truly knew what meant at that age.

Maybe they were more similar than Lena thought. Kids, caught up in matters well beyond their years. It wasn't fair, sure, but they could hardly afford to rage at this like they did The Man so many years ago. Cards fell where they did, and Sombra and Lena were just two lost kids trying to make it in a world that wanted the exact opposite for them.

"Yeah, yeah. Guess we're not where either of us would want to be, huh?" Lena handed the photograph back, ignoring the swell of emotion that threatened to choke her out. "If you have changed all of this, what would you be doing right now? Me, I'd be in competitive gymnastics, maybe. Or retired from the military."

[cutestupid-emotes]

Overwatch 2 Sombra Emotes

[tlacehualli]

A gift! It has a wi-fi geotag with the name 'ForSombra_:3', inside is a well wrapped package of Buñuelos and an insulated thermos with Champurrado inside. There is also a note, should she read it: "I know you'll find this somehow, and it took me a few tries but I hope this tastes alright. Feliz Navidad"

This has gotta be a trap. Got trap written all over it.

Sombra was suspicious but sadly, despite all of her intelligence, she was also really stupid and completely lacking in wisdom. So she went to the geotag that had popped up in the 3d map of Venice in her mind's eye, fully cloaked, dropped like 4 translocators all around before going in with gun in hand and -

It's a package. A bomb? She reaches out with purple hardlight, probing inside - oh. Nothing.

She blinked and shrugged. Well, if she died, she died. She picked it up and it felt...warm? Also there was a familiar smell - one that made her ache somewhere close to her heart. Her nose twitched and she gently opened up the package - holy shit, she was right. "Huh. I haven't had this stuff in ages..."

There's a soft little inflection in her voice about it and an equally soft smile breaks out on her face when she reads the note. Aww. What the fuck. Why is everyone being so nice.

[thelastharbinger]

When Tenoch Huerta hugged and kissed a Latine reporter’s head after bringing them to welling emotions when he said:

“The only thing I want is the next time little boys and girls [in Latine countries] see themselves in the mirror, that they feel proud of that reflection. That they see that there was never anything wrong with them, but rather in the eyes of those who judged them.”

When Tenoch Huerta of Nahua and Purépecha Indigenous ancestry said this in a cast interview for Wakanda Forever:

“...We have in Latin America, two main roots: which is the Indigenous roots, of course, and African roots. The food, the customs, the music, even our way of life has a strong influence from African cultures. So for me it’s important to see it [in the movies]; I mean this character [Namor] comes from Meso-American inspiration, particularly Mayan and, of course, is an interpretation of those cultures. But at the same time, we can feel close [to it] because all the process to get us “mixed” is just a way to erase our Indigenous heritage and they taught us to feel ashamed of who we are. For 500 years!”

When long-time actor--since 2006--and advocate, Tenoch Huerta published a book (paperbacks set to release December 13 but digital copies available now!!!) titled Orgullo Prieto (Brown Pride) that is a reflection on racism and colorism in Mexico. He has also gifted his voice for the audibook narration of these books: La sombra de Miztlán [The Shadow of Miztlán]; Las Venas Abiertas de América Latina [The Open Veins of Latin America]; and Los Narcos Gringos [The Gringo Drug Traffickers] (Spanish Edition).

And when Tenoch reiterated:

“It’s not common in Mexico, in Latin America that a brown-skinned guy could be the main character and have a lead role in movies. And then I jumped to the U.S. and I did it here [with Wakanda Forever] and it’s powerful and deep, and I hope the kids in their homes can feel identified. And I’d just say to them never, never in the life was nothing wrong with you, it was in the eyes of the people who was looking at you. But not [as in nothing being wrong] in you, not in your skin, not in your roots, not in your blood, not in your history. So please, babies, feel proud.”

He is also a mental health advocate and champion for the sciences. He has said all the YouTube channels he follows are science, historian or philosophy-related. If this man didn’t already have me in a choke-hold I swear to fucking god-

[puppy-waves-art]

finally finished my base edit of my redesigns of the MLP princesses! base credit goes to sleepymoss on dA. i've been having a very hard time drawing lately, and base edits help a lot with helping me still draw while not requiring too much energy. regardless, this still took a while.

some headcanons below the cut!

each of the princesses have the colors of their eyes and some aspect of their designs influenced by major events in their life.

for cadance, this was repairing the crystal heart and saving the crystal empire from sombra (with the help of twilight, of course). this granted her the blue hue to her wings and eyes, and the blue streaks in her hair.

for twilight, this was at the same moment she became an alicorn after unlocking her true power when it came to magic; her colors were pink and orange!

for luna, she gained her silvery and blue colors when she returned to equestria and rebuilt her bond with her sister, celestia. her starry hair shifts colors and brightness based mostly on her emotions and what she's doing. during a solar eclipse, her hair is completely white and leaves a trail of shimmering dust behind her when she walks and flies. when the princesses' magic was taken by the storm king and tirek, her hair turned to just deep blue-black hair.

for celestia, this was the moment she used the elements of harmony to banish luna to the moon. she took some of the elements' power within herself, and that power just grew in the time she was raising the sun and moon on her own. this power manifests in the outer 'aura' of color in her hair, which shifts and changes color according to the time of day. her true hair is the pink and orange inner layer. when her magic was taken, the outer layer disappeared entirely, and she felt almost naked without it.

this is how they will be appearing in my next gen, as well! some aspects of their designs have been changed to fit the show style of the base, though, but i will keep those aspects a surprise <3

next up will be the mane 6 i think! probably another base edit tbh...

[kookydoodleky]

Did you have a bad day?

Feeling down and overwhelmed by emotions?

Don't worry, coming from the shadows the great ringmaster has what it takes to boost your self-esteem!

Be guided by the lights and playful songs to his fantastic circus of wonders.

Go ahead and have a good time and let those bad emotions leave your being.

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¿Acaso tuviste un mal día?

¿Te sientes decaído y las emociones te abruman?

No te preocupes, proveniente de las sombras el gran maestro de ceremonias tiene lo necesario para subirte el autoestima!

Se guiado por las luces y canciones juguetonas a su fantástico circo de maravillas.

Adelante pasa un buen rato y deja que esas malas emociones abandonen tu ser.