#started as height comparison

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I rlly hope you saw that lil doodle i made of my oc in that mud au you did…sighs..wait that sounds self-centered its not oh dear GOD

ANYWAYS- i was wondering..abt mud in ur au, does he like a resting post/nest (yes im getting this from tf2…shush) or is he usually by diligences side most of the time? Also does mud know abt mel in this au or does ken just never let him see her…💔

I did see your little doodle!! Your OC is SO cute, I lover her sm with her fancy uniform and cool mask, love that you played around with her design for this AU :) Everyone else should also totally go check your OC out! She’s very cool!!!

To answer your question, Mud technically does actually have a nest on top of the gate that he regularly has to climb up to to do perimeter checks / lookouts from above, but the rest of the time he's mostly stuck next to Diligence at the gate :)

Since he's almost always busy and on the job, he doesn't usually get the time to sleep so he’s rarely at his nest for long enough to rest. He's learned to sneak in a few naps throughout the day whenever he gets the chance. He's gotten scarily good at sleeping upright without anyone noticing! Although he did get caught. Once.

He didn’t realise even when he woke up and no one told him so he doesn’t even know about it 😭

Mud does know about Mel! In fact, she’s the first Smiling Dead he meets when they break into Heaven. It was while they were running away and everything was in chaos, so you could say that their meeting went… a little violently.

[commandertartarsmoocher]

"Gay Is Okay 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇩🇪"

[nattikay]

OC lineup! All the characters that currently exist in this "story"

[mechazushi]

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, IT TURNED INTO A THING!!!!!

Haaa... Kafka x Dante Love Children AU + lore/story beats. Amateur art warning under the cut. Also long post warning. Like... REALLY long post.

Before you get into this, might I recommend my two Dmc x Kn8 Crossover Fics for context?

25 Minutes

Another Fucking Idea

{I am NOT coming up with the full devil trigger forms, ya'll got imagination, do it yourself. That shit is too damn detailed oriented for my hands to deal with.}

Francesca "Rimi" Rimini Hibino-Sparda. (Kafka insisted on the hyphenated name, but Dante insisted that takes the back seat in placement because Kafka was the one to give birth to them)

The older sister... Technically. By seven minutes.

Definitely takes after both of her fathers in humor. They like to joke that she stole all of her sister's energy in the womb.

Real big into music. Likes to study music theory and make beats in her spare time.

Wields two axes named Bass and Treble (Bass is pictured here.) Bass had the meat mallet end designed for breaking exoskeletons while Treble has a Kaiju uni-organ socket for elemental damage. She gave Nico a look at it and now can put demonic energy into the ax as well.

Currently works with the Defense Force style of Fighting, but has been considering trying out the Devil Arms system as a way to connect with Dante.

The jacket she's wearing was originally Kafka's from the time he was stuck in Dante's dimension. Dante worked with Nico to make something for Kafka so his Kaiju energy could convert into demonic so Kafka could wield the Beowulf Gauntlets and cut down on his time spent in Kaiju form.

Now the jacket makes limited hard-light copies of her weapons and can project them short ranges away from her. (I like to think they make the M-1 Garand ping noise when they do.)

Has an ABNORMALLY high healing factor. Like, faster than Kafka. (Think almost on par with Andy from Undead Unluck but not to the point she can make clones.)

Loves pizza as much as the rest of her family, but is a die-hard for Kentucky Fried Chicken. (Convinced Dante to drive her to Kentucky for a bucket on her birthday.)

Wears heels and can full sprint in them. Partially because she's one of those people that has incredibly tight tendons in her ankles so heels are actually better for her, but also because she's mildly irritated that her sister is taller than her by three inches, even though their both 7ft. (She's 7ft 1in specifically.)

Author's Note: Personally, her Devil Trigger form (the middle face) looks like one of those Chinese Lion Dogs to me but I don't hate it. I aimed to make her look more like a Kaiju to show how she's more on the Kaiju side genetically and to also separate her from her sister which you'll see in just a second. And since I know no one is going to be able to tell but in her Sin Devil Form (the top face) her mouth and eyes are just constantly on fire. Have been debating on what to call their Devil Trigger forms since they're not fully demons. Been leaning towards Kaiju Trigger but I don't really like the sound of Sin Kaiju trigger.

Malatesta "Mal" Paula Hibino-Sparda

The Younger Fraternal Twin sister who stands at a whopping 7ft 4in.

When she was a toddler, she walked right into a cabinet door so hard, it caused a permanent scar over her nose, which technically shouldn't be there because she also had an abnormal healing factor (albeit not as fast as her sister.). It was the first time Rimi and her father ever heard her cry, let alone scream in pain, so it took them a few minutes to react when it happened. It's thought that its still there because she's somehow subconsciously keeping it there.

Acts very cold and unenthusiastic, but don't let that fool you. She is just as full with love and care for her sister as her sister does for her. (although it may not look like it when they fight.)

When Kafka was stuck in Dante's dimension, he got to listen to all the shit that happened to him and his brother so when Kafka got back home and found out he had twins, he became dedicated to make sure that all that shit didn't happen to his kids. (God only knows the damage that would happen if one of them became traumatized.)

She's incredibly shy and socially awkward which doesn't help her outward personality, but once she opens up you'll quickly find out she's a MASSIVE Star Wars nerd.

Goes to all the conventions, has several OC cosplays, and makes a new one every year as a way to showcase her personal growth to herself.

She also pays out the nose for a new custom lightsaber for each of her OC cosplays. Again, this is Every. YEAR.

Built her own Lightsaber Display Wall. Which unintentionally gateway-drugged her into loving DIY projects.

While she doesn't use conventional Defense Force weaponry, she did eventually find out that she has the ability to use the Meraki Kaiju Explosion runes for some reason. No one had any idea how this is possible considering that's not something Kafka can do. It's theorized that her demon half has something to do with it.

Had to create her own system of Defense Force fighting style. Consists of:

Cleansing Ties: An augmented version of the Meraki bands that can produce healing energy. Baneful Bindings: Strings of Meraki bands that trap and restrains enemies and inflicts a Burn status. Sadistic Symphony: An Explosive 4-piece slash attack.

(There's others, but I can't really come up with anything else that sounds interesting.)

After Meeting Vergil, Something came up and it was decided that He should train her in using the Yamato, He had to COMPLETELY rewire her train of thought when it came to sword wielding because it conflicted with all her knowledge on lightsaber stances.

Something happened to the Yamato and caused the tip of it to break off. Vergil converted the broken tip into a small, pocket dimension opening dagger. It's called the Ya-Mini and Mal pretty much only uses it to store snacks. (I should say that the pocket dimensions aren't that big)

Author's Note: Okay, so I didn't really have any idea what her character was going to look like outside of the bolero jacket and the weird corset-tailcoat looking thing I gave her. Once I decided on giving her puff shoulders on the bolero, the princess vibes just kinda fell in. Her color scheme is black, white and yellow, but the second I knew that there was going to be yellow in the outfit, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to color it because I don't know how to color something without it turning piss yellow. If you've followed my page at all, I made an idea that Kafka should get wings and it should look like there's ghost faces in it to represent the souls of those that became the Parasite Kaiju. I absolutely reused that design here. All I knew when I was coming up with her Devil trigger faces that she needed to look more human because I've noticed that in later evolutions of Dante's devil trigger designs (Not including the dmc5 Sin Devil form) he starts retaining a more human face, I'm guessing to represent how he's accepting of his human lineage. Her horns are inspired by Albedo, so I think that helped keep up with the princess theme that I have no idea where it comes from. (I mean that in the sense that I have no In-game/lore reason as to why she looks like this... outside of personal aesthetic I guess?) Do not ask where the snake fangs come from, I think I literally gave up on design cohesion toward the end of the sketch. I should also mention that her hair is on fire.

☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆ Alright, onto the Story. (Abbreviated)

Okay, so if you've read the tags at the end of Another Fucking Idea, I should say that some of that had been retconned a little

Dante does end up in Kafka world and does meet his first daughter, but the rest of the dmc group doesn't end up in Kafka's world as well.

What happens is that another, different colored portal opens up and sends Dante back to his world but traps him in hell. This happens right as Kafka and Mal just step down in Japan.

Rimi saw what happened and tells her father to which he goes "Fuuuuck, another one?"

Kafka then asked for the Defense Force to look out for another portal activity (they know what to look for because they had a hand in fixing the portal problem the first time). Once they do find one, Kafka tries to give his kids a run down of what their about to find on the other side.

He keeps the details of how he knows Dante vague and instead hammers home who to find and where as well as how they had to fix the portal problem the first time.

Once a portal was found, all three of them head over to it. Something happens and only the twins make it through, leaving Kafka on the other side.

Now trapped in a clearly demon infested America, Rimi and Mal decide to hunt down the Devil may cry building. (This is in the rain btw)

They find the building but only find Lady and Trish inside. The twins give them a rundown of what's going on at their end and ask where Dante is.

Trish and Lady tell them that Dante hasn't been seen in three months and they have no idea where he went. They talk for a bit and decide that they should hunt down Vergil because if anyone could get a hold of Dante, it's the man with a portal opening sword.

But before they can get a hold of Vergil, they have to get a hold of Nero because no one knows where the hell Vergil went recently.

So the four of them head out and of course in true Hero's journey fashion they have to fight off a few demons along the way. At first Trish and Lady thought the twins were normal for the most part (excluding the 7ft tall bit) but they very quickly find out about the "I can heal faster than I'm injured" and the "I don't care how big the room is, I cast fireball" parts of the twins. (There was also a discussion about how similar they look to Dante but the twins shut that down by saying that they already know who their dad is {which is Kafka} but they never knew their mom and would like to keep it that way)

They get to Nero and Nico and they ask them where Vergil is and Nero is like "How the fuck should I know? I haven't seen him since that one time a few months after the Qliphoth fell."

So discussions are had, Nero brings up a problem they're dealing with and say that they'll help if everyone chips in and fixes that problem before they tackle the other stuff. (Nero also brings up the "How are the two of you NOT related to Dante" issue but brings up how Rimi's hands on her wings look like his)

Everyone helps wrap up Nero's problem and it consequently reveals where Vergil's been cooped up this whole time. They head on over and ask what's going on with his neck of the woods and he reveals that, for some fucking reason, The Yamato can't open a portal to hell anymore. He's reasonably pissed about this. (oh, at some point between this bullet point and the next it's revealed to the girls that Kafka is in fact their mom biologically and Dante is their dad)

Everyone talks about what's been going on with them and its one of those "Everything is Connected" moments.

They come up with a plan and its that they should teach one of the twins to wield the Yamato because the barrier between earth and hell is being reinforced with dimensional energy from Kafka's dimension and they think that if someone came at it with both types of energies that it should -hopefully- break open just enough to let everyone in.

It ends up taking a lot more than just the Yamato to break it open (This is where the Yamato breaks and Vergil holds on to the broken pieces for later.) They make it into Hell and suddenly Nero, Mal, and Vergil are hit with the WORST pressure migraine they think they could ever feel. (Rimi is immune due to the healing factor.)

They poke around and eventually find Dante who is dealing with a similar migraine and quickly recount what's been going on with them. (After an emotional moment where Dante realizes that not only his kids from another world came to save him but his brother of all people came willingly to help.) {Keep in mind only Dante here knows it's his kids and he's not saying anything}

They all pool their brains together and figure out what's the problem: (So I don't really have an clear picture of what the "Villain" is here but I do know its an original character. The best idea for a plot so far is this->) The guy that made the portal problem the last time in an attempt to resurrect his ?wife? by utilizing transdimentional time warp wasn't as dead as they thought he was and is now trying to destroy all three universes by reinforcing the barrier around hell and stuffing Hell with so much extra-dimensional energy from Kafka's world that once the barrier finally breaks, it will break with enough force that it will wipe out all three universes in one go because they guy got really pissed that he failed the first time.

So obviously that gets fixed, but that's only half of the problem. Dante and Vergil figure that the only way for people to stop fucking around with the dimensional barriers is for them to recreate the ritual that Sparda did with their blood and have the new twin's blood act as a sealant between Kafka's world and their world, which does mean that the twins will never be able to come back to Dante's world.

Now, if it was up to me and I had the power to make this into a video game, this would have two endings. One where you play normally and one where you 100% the game. The first ending is where they make the portal and there is a tearful goodbye where neither Dante or the twins mention that they're related. The portal closes and as Dante turns to leave, Vergil says "Did you know?" and Dante responds with "I don't want to talk about it." aaaaaand credits roll.

The SECOND ending is after 100% the game and you hit the end, the Portal opens back up and the girls jump back through, tackle their dad, and excitedly explain that, just before they did the ritual, Japan figured out a way to let the three of them hop back and forth across their dimensions so Dante can keep his visitation rights. Dante says "The THREE of you?" to which you start to see Kafka's monster frame lumber through the portal. He stands straight, looks Dante dead in the eye (as best he could with the height difference) and says in a tired voice ". . . Hey babe."

And NOW credits roll :D.

The only reason this is achievable after 100% the game is because the in-lore reason is that means you spent THAT long, in in-game hours, that it gave Japan enough time to figure out a way to leave enough space in the fabric of reality that it lets them make a two way portal just for Kafka and his kids to visit Dante. Will this irrevocably change the course of the future for both realities for better or worse? Most definitely. Do I care? Absolutely not. That and we're talking about Half Demon/ Half Kaiju Mutant Children here that wish to visit their dad in a different reality, We've lost the plot when we started.

[avaritia-ffxiv]

Restored Riordan! And tweaked him juuuuust a tiny bit, mostly by moving his neck scar higher. The sculpt is also not my work and it had had some ~feature~ updates, so he got a beauty mark now too.

General consensus seems to be "he's hot" but for someone that has looks he really is the biggest motherfucking loser on the planet. Riordan I love you but good god can you get your act together (no).

[wutheringmights]

honestly. have u ever thought abt how everyones heights compare to spirit? i remembered him n twi being the same height so i got curious ♡

I cannot be trusted to keep characters heights straight, so my rule of thumb is to make everyone’s height order the same as their age order (with exceptions made for extraordinary heights, like Four being super short).

So Sprit would be about Warriors’s height, if not slightly shorter. That would make him just a little bit taller than Twilight.

Basically: Time > Warriors > Spirit > Twilight > Sky > Wild > Legend > Hyrule > Wind > Four

What are everyone’s heights? In my head, Warriors would be like 5’ 10” but I’m writing LOZ fanfiction and Link is generally a pretty short guy. So I always have to mentally scale him back down a few inches. I’ve settled on 5’ 7” ish as a compromise.

[kittyplushy]

Sorry

Obsessed woth this panel at 12:30 am bc the camera is at bertie's height which may be around 4'11" its so low dor that reason also btw did u know i am 4'11"

[svampira]

a mother can do incredible things for her children (me spitting blood trying to draw character sheets cause i love my ocs)

[californianedgeworth]

i need to stop bookmarking characters on artfight i'm never going to be able to draw them all

[ipomoeanils]

[fictionallyinparadise]

I started writing this when I started feeling Bad and finished it recently. There aren't any TWs needed but please feel free to request one if need be. Take care <3 (also reblogs are off because this is kind've a vent-y piece and. yeah. I'm doing Better-ish btw)

Cora was silent, their head in Chuuya's lap while Dazai talked about whatever came to mind. A cloud shaped almost perfectly like a triangle, a dandelion that grew in-between side walk cracks, what he had for breakfast that day.

All of it was for the sake of distraction. Cora knew this; nights like this were becoming much too common. They weren't doing good mentally. Between everyday life stress, work anxieties, and dysphoria...they were perhaps at a low point.

Chuuya's fingers ran through their hair. It was longer now, with tangles and snarls littered around like seasoning. He didn't say anything about it, gently working the knots out with his fingers. Dazai eventually stopped his rambling and just leaned his head against Cora's shoulder.

"How do you feel, belladonna?" He asked in a murmur, fingertips brushing over their face.

"...numb." They replied in a mutter.

"Well, it's different from 'shit', so I consider this improvement!" He tried to find the bright side, giving a sympathetic smile.

"...is it an improvement?" The redhead muttered, raising a brow. Cora just shrugged their shoulders in response. They supposed it would be improvement compared to their usual answer but still, it wasn't an ideal answer.

"Can I get you anything, darling?" Dazai tilted his head, looking like an excited dog ready to fetch. They almost smiled at that.

"I dunno." They muttered, shrugging again. "I just..." They trailed off and sighed. "I don't know."

"That's okay, sweetling." Chuuya murmured softly, gently moving aside greasy hair he'd gotten untangled to the side so he could continue without hassle.

"I was about to say that!" Dazai whined, crossing his arms and sighing dramatically. They smiled at that. "Ha! I got them to smile!" His pout faded to pure happiness.

Chuuya rolled his eyes but seemed happy, patting the top of Cora's head. "Atta..." He trailed off, silent for a moment. "...atta-thing?"

That got them to laugh.

"Chuuya! Don't call our little bear a 'thing'!" Dazai scolded lightly, but he looked elated to hear Cora laugh.

"Well I can't say 'attaboy' or 'attagirl'! There's no neutal word I can use!" Chuuya shot back with a lighthearted glare.

"So 'thing' was the best thing you came up with?" Dazai crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Is that what our darling Cora is? A thing?"

They tried not to laugh more but failed. It was obvious the two were only having this back and forth to make them laugh. It was sweet, actually.

"Well, if they wanna be a thing, they can be!" The redhead crossed his arms and huffed. "That's not the point anyway, dumbass."

Dazai raised a brow and hummed, playing with Cora's hair a bit as they closed their eyes. "We should all take a bath! Together!"

"No bathtub would fit us, mackerel." Chuuya snorted, shaking his head. "Good idea, absolutely no way to execute."

"Well, we can just squish together in the bath." The detective waved a hand, poking Chuuya's forehead. "It'd be like cuddling!"

Cora glanced between the two, raising a brow. "Wet cuddling."

That made the two laugh, and brought a smile to their face. "That sounds dirty, silly." Dazai hummed, kissing Cora's forehead. "We'll figure something out. We always do!"

"You say that now, so you better now whine about leg cramps later." Chuuya said in a grumble, raising a brow. "I guess it wouldn't be too bad. What do you think, sweet thing?"

Cora was quiet for a moment before nodding a little. "Can we cut my hair first?"

Silence filled the room; not a bad silence but a thoughtful one.

"I can do it." Dazai offered gently.

They nodded and sat up, still sticking close to Chuuya though. The physical contact brought comfort.

Gingerly, Dazai cut their hair, the tangled locks falling to a paper bag held underneath. He was focused on the task, no remarks coming out as he just focused.

Chuuya held their hand, also silent. It felt comfortable to be silent. Soon their hair was back to the short length they preferred, though still greasy and rather unpleasant to touch.

It didn't seem to bother either of their partners, though. They were grateful for that.

Chuuya got the bath running, adding lavender Epsom salts and making sure the water wasn't too hot. Dazai waited behind, arms wrapped around Cora, his face buried in their neck. The warm silence continued.

It continued even into the bath. It took a while to get arranged, since it was hard to fit three people into one tub. But it worked, in the end. Dazai and Chuuya took turns, one rinsing Cora's hair while the other massaged berry scented shampoo into it.

Cora didn't say anything. They let themselves be taken care of, for once. It felt nice, having gentle hands rub shampoo into their hair or a hand shielding their eyes as water poured over their head.

Getting out of the bath was a little more chaotic. It was rather amusing to hear the two bicker about who would get out first and why. In the end, Cora got out first, and helped the other two out. They took over the task of drying themself off.

"See? I knew we could do it." Dazai's smug but genuinely happy voice broke the silence.

"I'm gonna have bruises from your fuckin' elbows." Chuuya shot back, crossing his arms as his wet hair clung to his face and neck.

Cora just chuckled a bit, shaking their head. They took the chance to slip out of the bathroom and nab their boyfriends' clothes to use as pajamas before coming back to make sure the bickering didn't escalate.

"Aww, look at our handsome bear! They look so pretty in your shirt!" Dazai immediately stopped the argument to gush over Cora, smiling widely. Chuuya glanced over, his cheeks flushing and a smile undeniable on his face.

"...yeah. It's better than swimming in one of your shirts, you tall bastard." He mumbled with a chuckle.

Cora raised a brow and laughed at that. "It was the first shirt I could find."

"Well, you look positively glowing!" The brunette grinned, pressing multiple kisses on their face.

Chuuya, not about to miss out on giving Cora more affection, scrambled over, wrapping his arms snug around them, head resting on their shoulder.

A rather romantic scene if it wasn't in the bathroom.

Amused, Cora just returned the affection before getting dragged to bed, being immediately pulled into the usual messy cuddling position.

Chuuya, buried into their arms and clinging onto them, while he and them laid almost on top of Dazai, who had his arms loosely around them both.

It was awkward with limbs getting tangled and bumped together but Cora wouldn't trade this for anything. It felt nice, to just be held and to hold. Especially after the rather hard past few weeks they'd been enduring. This was always a relief from it all. And at least now, that relief came with the comfort of being clean with their usual haircut back.

[kissingmilfs]

is it a little unhinged to think of cockwarming sevika in a public setting? she makes sure you’re wearing a cute little skirt or dress and no underwear. maybe it’s before a game of poker. she unzips her pants and pulls out enough of her cock (strap) then guides you to sit perfect and pretty on her lap.

she knows you’re wet already—so not like she needs to prep you. you’re a perfect little plaything for her. she loves how soft and warm you feel too. in a way it keeps her grounded. she knows you’ll be flushed and fidgety once everyone starts coming in. but you both know the slightest movement leaves you sensitive and desperate to be fucked.

sevika loves when you’re too gone and have to lay your head on her shoulder. she purposely will buck her hips upwards, acting as if she’s shifting in her chair. you always leak all over her pants and it’s smeared between your thighs. when sevika bounces her leg as the game intensifies, half knowing what it does for you but also so distracted by the game.

you don’t care when you start whimpering and mindlessly kissing her neck. sevika’s one arm while circle your waist and tap your thigh to behave. she has to do this once or twice throughout the night. not like she truly minds. but sevika would rather not give away the truth of the situation.

and when sevika inevitably wins she rejoices and dismisses the losers. her hands gripping your waist knowing she’s about to claim her prize. sevika bouncing you on her lap and letting you be as loud and profane as you desire. she knows people can hear behind the thin curtain. heck she knows they can see the shadows. but it’s all the better for her. having you so far gone you don’t care you’re being fucked in public.

or if sevika had a rough game—she’ll hook her arms between your legs. pushing into the nearest wall and fucking up into your leaking hole until she’s had enough. your weight and height nothing in comparison to sevika’s strength. her arms dragging you down on her cock as she slams her cock into you.

[darkmatilda]

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the weight of distance presses heavier with each passing day, the ache of absence stitched together only by hour-long phone calls like a fragile sutures on a wound that refuses to close. so you choose his birthday — the perfect day to cross the miles in silence and secrecy, and surprise spencer on his special day.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐭𝐰: glasses!reid x baufemale!reader, long distance relationship, early seasons team, so our queen elle is here, lots of team interactions overall, both reader and spencer's pov, height difference, kissing until his glasses fog up xx

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 5k

𝐚/𝐧: literally started writing this over two months ago so i hope the first half doesnt differ too much in quality from the second one :/ the soul who’s the first to catch the tiny subtle mr darcy reference gets a cookie!

You admitted it without a trace of embarrassment – every time you called your long-distance boyfriend, you waited for him to pick up with your forehead almost glued to the screen and your lips frozen in a half-smile, ready to bloom across half your face the moment you saw his face.

Automatically.

The word nonchalance wasn’t foreign to you, but you deeply despised it. You had no intention of pretending it didn’t matter whether he picked up or not, or that you hadn’t rearranged half of your quite busy day for that shared moment. You weren’t going to pretend that hearing his voice meant any less to you than it actually did, just to maintain some kind of image or out of fear of being too much.

No, that definitely wasn’t your case.

If anything, you leaned toward paranoia — that you weren’t doing enough to take care of your relationship stretched across nearly 4000 miles and separated by the Pacific. That you weren’t trying hard enough. You had a set time for one call a day; usually, by then, you were already comfortably tucked under the covers and reporting in for duty (though duty was a very poor comparison—unless we’re talking about the duty of petting small fluffy puppies. yes. kissing the heads of twenty fluffy puppies was almost exactly like your daily call with Spencer).

But that one daily call usually wasn’t the only one. You reached out to each other spontaneously throughout the day, depending on your schedules and the plans of that particular day. On weekends, you watched movies together, he read a book aloud and you exchanged thoughts only when his calm voice reached the end of a chapter, or you played chess online. The bare minimum to fill the void left behind by the distance.

A void that was, however, ravenous—and seemed to deepen with every passing day. It wasn’t a graph line with rises and dips. It kept steadily taking up more and more space inside you.

And that’s how you came to the conclusion that even hundreds of books read aloud by Spencer wouldn’t be enough to dissolve it.

Not when his voice came through a phone speaker.

Not when it wasn’t followed by his breath, tickling your ear.

And that realization pushed you toward a certain…spontaneous decision.

But more on that later.

Your call was finally answered, and a premature, involuntary soft smile curled your lips before his face even appeared on your screen.

“Hey, handsome…” you began with your usual line, fully prepared to relish the blush that would bloom on his cheeks like cupcakes with sweet cherries on top—

but instead of your favorite treat, you were met with something entirely different.

Seeing Derek’s face, clumsily close to the front-facing camera and moving in a way that strongly suggested he was fiercely struggling to keep hold of the phone, snapped you back to attention like an athlete catching their footing.

“Hello, conventionally handsome man, long time no see. Anyway, where’s my handsome man?”

“Morgan, I’m serious, give me—”

“Hey, kid, how many times have I told you women don’t like possessive men? Let me talk to her for a sec…”

“I’m not possessive, I just…”

“You’re right, long time no see,” Derek cut in, completely ignoring his friend—his words, his attempts to wrestle the phone back from his hand. You kept your gaze fixed on the corner of the screen where a part of Spencer’s face occasionally slipped into the frame. Your lips were still curved in a smile, but shifting your focus to Morgan took effort. “What’s up, former-new girl? Don’t look too happy to see me.”

“Oh, I’m very happy to see you. In fact, the sight of you has turned this rainy Amsterdam day well, not exactly sunny, but let’s say we’ve moved from a downpour to a drizzle.”

“You’re welcome—that’s what friends are for. So? You in the mood for a quick chat with me?”

“Morgan.”

“Hmm, gladly,” you replied, tapping your free lip in mock thoughtfulness. “Let me just check my schedule to see when I might be available. How about next Friday?”

“Next Friday?”

“Morgan, I swear—”

“Oh my God, stop torturing them already,” cut in a woman’s voice you recognized instantly, and almost in the same moment, the phone moved from Morgan’s hand to your friend Elle’s.

She gave you a smile—a fleeting one, just a flash of sincerity—before replacing it with her trademark bossy expression. “Another second and they’ll both shrivel up from longing. Here you go.” She handed the phone back to its rightful owner. The first thing you saw were his eyes behind the glasses, aimed at her, full of grateful warmth. “You both owe me one. But since one of you is currently unavailable and clearly unable to repay it, you owe me two favors, Reid.”

A nod.

 “Goes without saying.”

You just managed to catch Morgan’s disappointed sigh at having his thoroughly entertaining game cut short, before you found yourself finally, completely one-on-one with your boyfriend.

He was watching the two of them—presumably leaving—until, at last, his gaze shifted to you. That tiny smile of yours finally bloomed into something fuller.

“Okay, I feel like I was interrupted earlier and I need to say this again, properly,” you said before he could get a word out. You took a breath, like you were about to cast a spell. “Good morning, handsome.”

You loved that kind of smile on his lips—the one that came with an involuntary tilt of the head, like its weight shifted evenly and pulled just enough to cause that barely noticeable movement.

“Finally. Good morning, angel.”

It warmed you every single time he used that phrase with you, and you couldn’t help but blink a little faster at the thought of hearing it in person after such a long time apart. But that was still the future, a vision. For now, there was the present, reality.

“Please, tell Morgan I didn’t brush him off because I didn’t want to talk to him,” you said. “But I literally have fifteen minutes before I have to leave and just wanted to call you real quick, because I won’t be very available later. I have a seminar.”

Spencer nodded because, of course, he remembered. But still, his brown eyes clouded slightly.

“You mentioned it. And well, of course I’ll tell Morgan you brushed him off because you didn’t want to talk to him.”

You almost snorted, but held it back.

“Hey, being my boyfriend doesn’t give you permission to use me for your personal revenge.”

“It doesn’t?” he asked with a face of innocence, fake curiosity, like he’d just come across a tiny footnote at the bottom of a page, an unknown piece of information.

“Well, usually no, but there are exceptions to that rule. For example, when the personal revenge might bring satisfaction to both of us. The second is when you ask nicely. Just please, don’t abuse that option.”

“I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises.”

“I’d make you pinky-promise, but that wouldn’t really work in our current situation,” you said, glancing at your own raised pinkie, the corners of your mouth tugging downward.

Then suddenly, they parted, struck by a thought. “Oh, right. I just remembered. What are you planning to do tomorrow?”

Spencer’s brow furrowed slightly.

“The usual, I guess? Go to work…”

“For your birthday, silly.”

This time, it was his lips that parted with a soft, dawning hiss of realization. You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Don’t even tell me you forgot your own birthday.”

Spencer shook his head distractedly.

“No, it’s not that I completely forgot. But if you think about it, it wouldn’t be that weird if I had. I don’t have any plans anyway, and it’s just going to be…you know, a totally normal day.”

You watched him for a moment in silence. You rarely faked emotions around him. But this time, you had to summon a thick mask of exaggerated disappointment—couldn’t let even the tiniest flicker of stinging excitement slip through.

“I wish I could be there for you so badly.”

That part didn’t need faking. The sincerity in those words rang clear. You saw your boyfriend’s jaw tighten slightly, and you wished you could reach out and rest your hand against it, letting your thumb brush toward his lips.

The silence that followed suddenly felt especially heavy. You knew Spencer was masking his sadness so you wouldn’t feel bad about not being there. He didn’t expect you to feel guilty—but he anticipated it. And, well, he’d be right. You would feel bad.

You forced a smile onto your lips—only because you wanted to see how, eyes fixed on your face, he’d unconsciously mirror the gesture. You’d learned that trick a long, long time ago.

“I have to run,” you announced with a sigh. “Seriously, I have to run. technically, I should already be out the door.”

“Don’t forget your umbrella.”

“It’s not raining anymore.”

“Yeah, but it’s supposed to start again right around the time you’ll be heading home. And there’s a cold front coming in from the North Sea, so maybe wear something warmer under your coat. I don’t want you getting sick.”

Spencer knew the weather in your city—on another continent—better than you did.

A moment of silence to let that fact settle. Thank you.

“If you’re right, I love you,” you said. “If you’re wrong, I still love you, but I’m also mad I had to lug around an umbrella all day.”

For a fleeting moment, he dipped his head, eyes squinting just slightly, a small smile on his lips.

“I love you too.”

*

Spencer had never been particularly fond of celebrating his birthday.

To him, birthdays were simply another way of measuring time like years, months, weeks, and days—only a little more brutal. They were like a mirror you woke up in front of one day, a moment of realization and reckoning—not so much with time moving forward, but with everything that had been left behind. The new year reflected what you had achieved and who you had become. Birthdays, on the other hand, felt like a celebration of missed chances, honored with the addition of yet another digit to your age.

Twenty-six. He could’ve done something far more impressive by now—and he didn’t mean that just as self-criticism. He was being objective. At twenty-six, Einstein had his Annus Mirabilis, his miraculous year, the year he developed the theory of mass–energy equivalence. With that knowledge in mind, Spencer had every right to feel a certain pressure.

But beyond all that, that day…he just wasn’t in the mood.

He had just been wondering what to eat for dinner when his phone started ringing.

A long-distance relationship had trained him to reach for it the exact second the ringtone sounded—and to experience that brief flicker of disappointment when the name on the screen wasn’t the one he was hoping for. Just like this time.

“Oh, Reid, how wonderful that you picked up so fast,” came Penelope’s voice on the other end.

“Garcia, hey. Something’s wrong?”

“Yes. I mean—no. I need you to drop by for a moment, is that okay? I mean, even if it’s not okay, it’s still probably better if you come. Not that I’m forcing you, but—ugh, just come over.”

Spencer was standing in his kitchen, phone pressed to his ear, and as her explanation spilled out, a suspicion started blooming in him. He considered himself a fairly perceptive person—and Penelope a very open book. So it was no surprise that, almost immediately, he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. He leaned his lower back against one of the cabinets, folding his free arm across his chest.

 “I’m not sure I can make it,” he said despite knowing full well that he could, and that he had the time. But he also knew that, on the other end, Garcia was probably exchanging panicked looks with the rest of the team, arguing about where exactly to hang the balloons in her apartment. And the image was amusing enough to drag out the moment. “For what?”

“I need your help. With something.”

“With what exactly?”

His friend let out something between a hum and a sigh—both thoughtful and panicked.

Meanwhile, Spencer waited patiently, smiling to himself and saying nothing.

“What am I supposed to tell him?!”Penelope’s voice came faintly from the speaker, as if she’d lowered the phone away from her mouth probably thinking that would keep him from hearing. It didn’t.

“I don’t know, make something up!” came a reply Spencer recognized instantly—Derek. A finger snap. “Lightbulb in the bathroom went out.”

“Oh, great! I love when your brain is the same size as your biceps.” She turned her attention back to the phone, voice suddenly loud and confident with her freshly invented excuse  “The lightbulb in my bathroom blew.”

Spencer wasn’t about to let it slide that easily.

“What wattage?”

“What?”

“What wattage is the bulb? LED or halogen?”

“Normal. It’s a normal lightbulb, Reid.”

“Are you sure it’s burnt out? Could be a wiring issue. Might be better to call a specialist to take a look. I’d rather not end up electrocuted. Especially on my birthday.”

“Jeez, tell him to stop being such a child.”

Penelope pulled the phone away again.

 “I can’t, then he won’t come at all!”

“I have an idea,” Spencer said suddenly, forcing her to scramble back to the call.

“Why don’t you ask Morgan to change it for you, since he’s already there?”

Garcia squeaked in panic. Then immediately broke into a cough, trying to mask the sound.

“There is no Derek Morgan here! Where would you even get that idea?” she squealed in a high voice. At the same time, a distinct snort of laughter echoed in the background. “That? That’s just the TV. Just…some dumb show with an annoying host. Ugh, I should really turn it off…”

The snort that echoed in the background this time didn’t belong to Morgan. It belonged to Elle. A quiet, distant argument broke out between all three of them, and Spencer didn’t understand a single word of it. He cut in at the moment he considered most appropriate.

“I’ll be at your place in 30 minutes.”

Complete silence.

“You’re coming? Seriously? Guys, he says that— I mean, ymm, great! See you!”

Before she hung up, he still managed to hear her deep sigh of relief that the conversation, in which she had to show off her conspiracy skills, was finally over.

Spencer slowly pulled the phone away from his ear, remaining for a moment in the silence that followed. Of course he had intended to show up from the very beginning. He might not have felt excited at the thought of his birthday, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate the surprise his friends had put effort into preparing. It wasn’t his dream way of spending the day, but there was a reason that dream scenario remained in the realm of dreams—its realization was simply physically impossible. But a not-so-surprising surprise party ranked high on that list.

He hesitated over what to wear. In the end, his gaze settled on the shirt he'd gotten from no one other than you. You liked how that soft, muted pink color both slightly contrasted with his wardrobe and still somehow fit perfectly into it. You also used to say it brightened his face.

Spencer pulled it on, tied his tie, and sent you a photo. He wanted you to know that even though you were far away, he was still wearing your favorite clothes.mHe didn’t expect you to reply right away.You’d already had the birthday call, during which you gave him wishes you’d been crafting for two weeks. You delivered them at machine-gun speed with all your enthusiasm, then repeated them more slowly so he’d have a chance to actually understand anything.

Your reply came just as he was leaving his apartment.

my boyfriend sending me an outfit check??? never thought I’d live to see that day

He was just turning the key in the lock, the light from his phone casting a glow onto his face, letting the gentle smile on his lips break through the darkness slowly wrapping around the stairwell. He pressed the handle again to check whether being distracted had made him forget to lock it. Then he dropped the key into his pocket and slowly started down the stairs. 

Not quite an outfit check. Just tangible or well, virtual, proof that I really like this shirt and I’m not wearing it just because you told me to. The team’s throwing me a surprise party and I figured it’d be perfect…

here his fingers slowed

…it’s your favorite, and in its own not-quite-explainable way, it makes me feel like you’re here.

The reply probably came in before you even finished reading the whole message.

so an outfit check?

wait what kind of surprise party is it if you know about it??

u’re so sweet. also you look so good in that color.

He wanted to text back, to explain how he even knew about this surprise party, but another message came in.

sorry cant really text rn just getting off the tram :( hope u have fun at the party kisses call u later

He was a little surprised, since you usually took the later tram home, but maybe you just had your own reason for coming back earlier. Maybe he’d ask about it later, when the two of you called. Spencer hoped he wouldn’t be too tired after the party to talk to you.

So he replied simply

Got it. Please, be safe.

The way to Penelope’s apartment passed very quickly for him. It occurred to him that he didn’t really know who would even be there. Definitely Morgan, Elle, possibly JJ, but he doubted that everyone had shown up—like, everyone everyone.

And if it turned out he was right, he didn’t intend to be even slightly offended—after all, it was understandable they might’ve wanted to spend the evening in a different way. He knocked on the door and didn’t even call out to come in, even though as he was approaching them, he had clearly heard voices coming from inside, which suddenly, as if by magic, fell silent.

He felt like rolling his eyes—in a positive sense. It was predictable. Of course it was. But it also filled him with a certain warm feeling.

He opened the door and stepped into Garcia’s apartment, heading for the living room. And that’s exactly what he did when he saw the entire team gathered there. He rolled his eyes, though that warm feeling grew stronger and made the decision on its own to stretch his lips into a broad, broader smile when he realized they really were all there.

They were silent, eyes fixed on him, Elle and JJ both holding a tray with a birthday cake with lit candles, but for some reason not bringing it any closer to him.

“Sorry, but I have to say this,” he began. “You’re so predictable.”

“Are we?” came a voice directly behind his back.

He didn’t exactly freeze in place, like he’d been hit with liquid nitrogen. His body transitioned into that state gradually — starting with his shoulder blades instinctively drawing together, long before his mind fully processed the situation or registered that voice.

That voice.

The voice he heard every single day through his phone or laptop speaker, desecrated by the quality of the device — which, even if it were the most cutting-edge machine built by NASA, wouldn’t be able to truly convey the tone of her voice, let alone force him to feel the kind of emotions that now crashed into him like a wave, drowning him.

Water filling his ears.

No, that couldn’t be — they had literally exchanged texts just moments ago!

His eyes locked ahead, all the team’s gazes fixed on him, waiting, expectant. Penelope, her hands tightly clasped together, resting just beneath her chin.

Spencer, not breathing, turned around — and only then drew in a deep, vital breath.

Vital, because he knew he was about to pull her into an embrace so tight neither of them would get a taste of air for a very long time.

Your eyes locked onto each other like two powerful magnets, desperately seeking one another — an instant click. Another instant click when both your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, lifting her feet off the ground. Click when his hands gripped your waist firmly, steadying you. Click when his face found its place in the curve of your neck, burying itself there completely, disappearing, hiding, drawing the curtains so no one else could interrupt this moment.

Click, because you were together.

Spencer drew in a shaky breath, entirely filled with your scent — a scent he seemed to rediscover after months apart — occupying his mind so completely that the words he had intended to say slipped away from him entirely. You took over the role of speaker instead.

“Happy birthday,” you announced tearfully, sniffling and pulling your head away from his shoulder so the tear rolling down your cheek wouldn’t stain his shirt.

The pale pink shirt. Your favorite shirt.

You pouted your bottom lip, trying to hold it together, but you couldn’t. Now that you were finally with him, the full weight of maintaining a long-distance relationship — the weight you had been pushing away to avoid sinking into sadness — crashed down on you all at once. But it was wild, unrestrained, and yet instantly found comfort in his arms, his scent, his presence.

You felt his chest cave slightly as he took in a breath and lifted his head to look at you. In the process, his glasses had been pressed all the way up his nose from where they'd been crushed between your neck and his face — the frames practically touching his eyelids — but neither of you thought about how ridiculous that must've looked.

His eyes immediately locked onto the tear that had slipped from yours. He wanted to wipe it away, but he didn’t want to let go of you either, so he settled for pressing a fleeting kiss to your cheek, brushing it away with his lips instead.

It earned a muffled, quiet laugh from you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in a hushed voice.

You blinked and dipped your head slightly, letting the tears pool without falling, then tilted it back up so you could focus on his face. Immediately, you had the impulse to adjust his glasses, which you did.

“Attending my boyfriend’s surprise birthday party,” you replied, sliding your hand down his chest and rising onto your toes to kiss him — briefly, because you could feel the eyes of all your friends on you, patiently silent and giving you time.

It wasn’t a good idea. The moment your lips brushed his, Spencer froze for a second, only to lean in for more right after. You barely managed to pull away, ignoring his disgruntled hum of protest.

“But I guess I’m the only element of this whole thing that was actually a surprise…”

You shot a meaningful look at Penelope, fully aware Spencer had known about some kind of party happening. The blonde defensively waved her hands in front of her, brushing off the implied accusation.

“Oh, you don’t get it. I let it slip on purpose so your entrance would be more spectacular! Our genius boy thought he had outsmarted our whole plan and then…” she gestured between the two of you, still tangled together.

This time, it was Spencer who shot her a look, full of disbelief at her words and amused pity. And, as it turned out, he wasn’t the only one — well over half of the people present mirrored his reaction.

To shake off all the attention suddenly weighing on her, Penelope snapped her fingers in the direction of Elle and JJ, who were holding the birthday cake.

"Those candles are practically melting! Don’t forget your wish, loverboy."

Your lips twitched the moment you heard that nickname, and you gave Spencer a light, urging pat on the arm still wrapped around you. You could still feel his hand gently tightening around your waist for a fleeting moment before he let go — his fingers performing a subtle flex before falling back to rest — and leaned down over the cake to blow out the candles shaped like the numbers 2 and 6.

He immediately tried to pull you back into his embrace, but you forced yourself to slip away, letting him get swept into the whirlwind of bear hugs from everyone else.

You stayed back, just slightly to the side, knowing you'd have time for just the two of you later. Your gaze lingered on his softly glowing brown eyes behind his glasses and the faint squint from the smile that simply refused to leave his face. The sounds of the room gradually faded away around you.

Surprisingly, you didn’t feel the slightest exhaustion after the long, connecting flights. And even if any fatigue dared creep its way into your body, it was instantly drowned out by what now burned in your chest — that warm, joyful feeling.

“Why did I even stress so much over picking a gift for him?” you heard from your left , Gideon muttering under his breath, but still loud enough for you to catch. He was staring in the same direction. “No matter what I gave him, the only thing he’ll remember from today is you.”

You exchanged a glance with him — the smile lingering only on your lips, but you could tell he shared it.

For the rest of the party, you and Spencer stayed within arm’s reach, always side by side, finally able to allow yourselves that closeness after so many months apart. Even later, as you made your way back to his apartment at night, hauling gift bags and a single box between you, he carried them all on one arm just so he could keep the other wrapped around you.

You clung to his pink shirt, occasionally rising onto your toes to press a kiss to his jaw or a smile, only to pull away again quickly — careful not to crash into a trash can or a lamp post along your path.

Clinging tightly to his side wasn’t exactly making it easier for either of you to walk. But Spencer didn’t complain. Even despite the fact that you were moving at the pace of a drunken turtle.

When his apartment building finally appeared within sight, you tilted your head back for a moment, breathing slower, more consciously.

“Tonight’s stars are so beautiful,” you remarked, staring at the faint, barely visible dots in the sky.

Spencer slowed his steps, lifting his gaze toward the sky, only to fully shift his attention to your face.

“Setting aside the fact that those are the same stars on the same day,” he started, in that scientific yet soft way of speaking of his, “which I’m quite sure you know…no, they’re not beautiful. Look again. You can barely see them.”

“They’re still beautiful,” you insisted.

You were two adults, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, loaded with birthday gift bags, arguing whether or not the stars were beautiful. Spencer stood firmly on the no side of that debate.

“Absolutely not. Artificial light sources in the city generate light pollution, which makes astronomical observation of the night sky difficult. If we were somewhere less urbanized—”

“But we’re here,” you cut in softly, your face still tilted toward the sky. “We’re here together, which makes them beautiful to me. Besides, beauty is a relative concept. Which I’m quite sure you know.”

His quiet sigh, the gesture of surrender. Instead of trying to convince you of something he simply couldn’t convince you of, he just pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Fine, you win, my little relative concept.”

Already on the staircase, your melancholic mood vanished entirely as you pulled him into a kiss he couldn’t escape from. Not that he wanted to, but he had to — if he actually wanted to dig the key out of his pocket and let you both inside. So while your hands clung to the back of his neck, his fumbled through his pockets — the same ones, because he was far too distracted to remember which ones he’d already checked and which he hadn’t.

“Wait—”

“Can’t—”

“Find—”

“The key—”

Slipped from his lips in the few short moments they weren’t covered by yours. You couldn’t care less about his key struggles — you’d been away from him for months, and you fully intended to kiss him for every single time you’d wanted nothing more than exactly that, but had an ocean between you instead.

Eventually, Spencer gave up and fell silent, returning your kiss with his entire being, both of his hands cradling your cheeks perfectly. You wished your skin was made of plaster, able to preserve the shape of them on you forever. You heard his short, muffled whimper and cracked your eyes open, just enough to notice that his glasses were completely fogged up.

His glasses fogged white, his cheeks flushed pink.

You giggled at the sight, making his face match the color palette of his shirt even more. One of his hands slid down from your cheek and drifted toward the small pocket on his chest. “Found the key,” he announced.

It immediately slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a clatter.

His sigh, your next giggle, and both of you bending down at the same time.

A head collision and two groans.

You burst into open laughter and took full advantage of the fact that he was bent down, reaching for the key, to press a soft kiss to his hair—the very spot where you’d bumped heads. You left a trail of kisses along his head, wandering across his forehead, brushing the tip of his nose, slowly claiming his lips.

Meanwhile, he blindly fumbled with the key, trying to aim it at the lock without breaking the kiss for even a second.

You weren’t sure there’d be enough hours in the night to fully make up for all the time you’d been apart. Especially since you yourself still couldn’t quite believe this was happening. That you were seeing him again. Kissing him again.

Finally, after what felt like real, dragging hours and simultaneously exactly 4.24 light-years traveled in mere minutes—the sound of the lock turning.

[nyaruelle-designs]

🦄 Mane 6 Redesign! 🦄

Aaaaaa my first redesign post!! I had so much making this and been looking forward to finally share it. (but my hand hurts right now from drawing lolol)

To those new to me: I do this thing where I redesign characters as a challenge (+ have fun being creative with design tweaks (✿◠‿◠)) , I don't dislike any of the OG designs, I just like to give myself something fun to do :'D

Keep reading below for design notes! :D

OK so starting off with species differences:

I make it a point to make each species unique from one another with different tail + ear shape for each kind of pony

in order to explain away how do ponies in this iteration get conveniently matching body markings, I imagine that fillies are born without markings but slowly get them after receiving their cutie mark. the markings slowly leaves changes on the coat/mane as they grow into adulthood :D

also gave all species hoof markings, the shape of the hoof corresponds with the pony's cutie mark

for unicorns– they also have horn markings that correspond with their cutie mark. OH and, horn magic color corresponds with the color of the pony's eyes

for pegasi– the tips of their wings would match with the color of their manes

not mentioned in the images attached but the eye light shape also corresponds with the ponies' cutie mark >_< (fillies just have regular circles until after they get their cutie marks-)

misc feature: ponies may or may not have leg tuffs, like with some ponies you'll see below, some may have fuller leg tuffs that goes all the way around.

Alright now that you know more about the species design notes, I'll get into each ponies' design choices

Pinkie Pie

Starting off with Pinkie, I made her coat fluffy, matching her mane, her mane was shorten a bit and also gave her a white streak in her bangs + added a hair accessory + confetti in her hair from throwing parties (my headcanon is that she doesn't bother to pick them out so she just leaves em there)

she has pebble shaped markings on her face and coat running down her back. In her pink form, those markings are commonly mistaken as large freckles

her desaturated form takes inspo from how she looks as a filly, also her mane shape may or may not have been inspired by the shape of pinata paper strips.

Among all the ponies, Pinkie is also the shortest. I try my best to give each pony a different height, hope that was noticeable haha

Applejack

Next up, Applejack, now for her design (+ most of the mane 6's designs) there isn't too much change. For her, I gave her coat more texture akin to actual patterns from real horses. Similar to pinkie, Applejack's back has pebble-shaped spots (feel free to believe that I intentionally added it there to link AJ + Pinkie as distant relatives haha)

In comparison to pinkie though, I used a lot of sharp lines while drawing AJ, also made her look more muscular / "box" shaped compared to the other ponies. (which fits too as I imagine her farm work made her pretty fit)

As mentioned, AJ's hoof tuffs go all around

Twilight Sparkle

For twilight, I tweaked her colors to be more Purple and included a bit of orange to create a small contrast as I noticed her OG palette was a lot of Purple. (cool colors) + I wanted her palette to resemble more of a twilight color (?)

I also noted that some other people felt that Twilight doesn't match the archetype she was meant to represent so I gave her glasses in an attempt to make her appear more "studious"

Her unicorn form is also shorter compared to her alicorn form. (gave her slightly shorter horn + legs)

Rarity

Okay Rarity's has to be my favourite redesign HAHA. I also have a feeling a lot of you will point out she resembles the last unicorn a lot 🥲 to that, i'm deeply sorryy

Anyway, for Rarity I changed her palette a lot more compared to the others because I wanted her palette to match her name sake 'Rarity', so what better way to set her apart as being a pony with a different mane/tail color!! + heterochromia which means her horn magic is 2 different colors. (that's my headcanon of what might constitute as 'rare' in pony genetics. ALSO off topic but is it just me or has there never been a pony in the show that actually has heterochromia? 🤔 tbh I can't remember)

I also gave her some gem accessories that she wears as a necklace, oh and a matching earring as well

Fluttershy

ah yes, my other favourite design. For Fluttershy, I softened her colors and also added some green

also, among rainbow and twilight, Fluttershy's wings are purposely designed to be fluffier. I imagine as opposed to rainbow who actively trains her wings for athletic flying > sharpens them to become aerodynamic, when fluttershy flies, she takes her time, so they aren't as worn down as RD's.

I imagine Fluttershy uses floral-scented shampoo that she handmakes with flowers from her own garden which attracts the butterflies that rest in her mane

I also purposely designed fluttershy's ears to be down on default, playing into her 'shyness'

Rainbow Dash

last but not least, rainbow underwent a few changes. Firstly you'll notice I shortened her hair + added white streak bangs & side tendrils that cup her face. (now that I'm looking at it, her hair resembles the pony life RD 😭)

Additionally, RD's wings are sharper, more chipped due to active use.

also among the rest of the ponies, Rainbow is also on the shorter side but she's also more lean/fit. I took into consideration her being an athlete (and a flyer at that) would influence her body shape, I feel that in order for her to fly fast, her body shape suited her nicely.

I also gave RD some googles as accessories.

Anyway, congrats on making it to the end! here's a height lineup ref for the mane 6!!

Thanks for reading all my design notes :'D I'll definitely be drawing more. (I definitely wanna draw secondary characters and also the mane 6's families soon)

[ventique18]

Sebek and Epel were trying to use the broomsticks the witches of Halloween Town use. Epel was frustrated he was doing badly but Vil reassures him that he's doing much better than Sebek who can't even fly. Sebek, offended, argues that they're blind.

Sebek: "MY TOES!"

Vil: "It's true... He's floating about the height of the tip of my pinky."

Then Malleus starts praising him for a job well done. Vil looks at him weird and tells him he's spoiling Sebek too much, but Malleus reasons that it was just yesterday when Sebek still threw tantrums and screamed and cried because he couldn't event use magic at all, so compared to that, Sebek's miles better now.

Sebek: "Ma, Malleus-sama, that was a long time ago..!"

So Sebek starts laugh-crying because even though Malleus is praising him, his comparison chart for Sebek's magical prowess was him as a literal baby. 😭

[oflights]

helpful sites for writers

i have a little collection of websites i tend to use for coming up with ideas, naming people or places, keeping clear visuals or logistics, writing basics about places i've never been to, and so on. i tend to do a lot of research, but sometimes you just need quick references, right? so i thought i'd share some of them!

Behind the Name; good for name meanings but also just random name ideas, regardless of meanings.

Fantasy Name Generator; this link goes to the town name generator, which i use most, but there are lots of silly/fun/good inspo generators on there!

Age Calculator; for remembering how old characters are in Y month in Z year. i use this constantly.

Height Comparison; i love this for the height visuals; does character A come up to character B's shoulder? are they a head taller? what does that look like, height-wise? the chart feature is great!

Child Development Guide; what can a (neurotypical, average) 5-year-old do at that age? this is a super handy quickguide for that, with the obviously huge caveat that children develop at different paces and this is not comprehensive or accurate for every child ever. i like it as a starting point, though!

Weather Spark; good for average temperatures and weather checking!

Green's Dictionary of Slang; good for looking up "would x say this?" or "what does this phrase mean in this context?" i love the timeline because it shows when the phrase was historically in use. this is english only, though; i dig a little harder for resources like this in other languages.