been too sick to draw anything substantial lately so i grabbed my fan generation's mane 5 and made profiles on them. just in the spirit of G6 being recently revealed.
oh, and i also changed all of my previous art of these 5 to be tagged with "#mlp fan gen" and "#mlp fan generation" instead of G6 now that actually exists.
Summary: After starting a new job, you find yourself enamoured with the guy in the cubicle next to yours.
Warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, f receiving oral, face sitting, multiple orgasms, kissing, Adam comes in his pants, sub!Adam, softdom!reader, first date awkwardness, coworkers to lovers, Adam is a pathetic dork, lust at first sight for reader, photos from pinterest, let me know if I missed anything
Word count: 5.2k
A/N: I've been charmed by a blond man. God help me.
It had taken almost no time at all of you working in HR before you found yourself desperately and hopelessly in love with one of your colleagues. Something that was probably a human resources issue in itself. Almost funny.
On your first day you had been given a very brief tour of the office by Suzie, your boss, before you were being dumped on another employee for training.
"This is Adam. He can show you the ropes." And then Suzie was gone, disappearing into her office to arrange another seminar for the team to take at some point in the near future. You'd quickly learn that seminars were a big thing in this HR department.
Left staring down at this hulking blond guy sat in his cubicle, you tried to be friendly as you introduced yourself. "Hi."
"Hi." Adam was polite, taking the handshake you offered him, but awkward. It was clear that he hadn't been previously informed he was supposed to be training a new hire.
Even though you were standing and he was sitting, it was impossible not to notice how big he was. Tall and broad, with shoulders that practically consumed the entirety of the space in his cubicle. You tried not to ogle him and focused instead on attempting to be a good new employee.
"Um, I think Suzie said something about you showing me the computer system?"
She actually had said nothing of the sort but Adam was blindsided by your sudden appearance, so you decided to be kind and offer him an easy solution.
"Oh." He blinked and stood up, towering about as high as you had expected him to. "Right, right. I'll just, uh, I'll just go get you a chair."
"Thanks."
But he had already zoomed out of the cubicle and around a corner. You waited quietly for him to return. And when he did, you found him to be an excellent teacher. He was patient when you needed him to repeat things or explain stuff again. He was kind when you said you didn't quite understand something. He would let an awkward joke slip into the conversation here and there to put you at ease. As much as Suzie had surprised him with this training scenario, he really was the perfect person for it.
When he had taught you about as much as he could, he showed you to an empty cubicle. Which happened to be the one right next to his. He assured you that you could ask him for help if you needed it, and then you were left to your own devices.
As it turned out, Adam was irresistible.
Totally dorky and kind of pathetic. Clumsy and apologetic, even if something wasn't his fault. Tall and broad, as you'd noted during your first encounter with him, taking up more room than he was comfortable with. You were doomed from the offset. And you realised pretty soon that he was definitely never going to make the first move.
On your second day, you decided to treat yourself to a coffee on the way into work. Nothing fancy, just something you liked from this coffee shop that you passed. When you got to your cubicle exactly four minutes before your shift officially started, you found Adam already in his cubicle next to yours.
He greeted you with a smile and a polite nod. "Hi."
"Hi." You replied and sat down in your chair, coffee cup placed on your desk.
The good mood you were in was quickly soured when your computer refused to let you log in.
ERROR: USERNAME NOT RECOGNISED
With a huff, you tried again.
ERROR: USERNAME NOT RECOGNISED
You sighed and looked down at the post-it note that was stuck to the edge of your computer monitor. You were typing in your username correctly, you were sure of it.
You glanced at the wall that you shared with Adam, wondering if it was too early in the day to be bugging him with an issue you were having. After a moment's ponder, you just bit the bullet and pushed your chair back so it rolled enough for you to see around the edge of the cubicle wall.
"Hey, Adam?" You uttered softly, feeling like a nuisance.
"Hm?" He looked up at you, small smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
"The computer's saying it doesn't recognise my username. Can you help me please?"
He grinned. "Oh, sure."
And then he was scooching his chair around to slide into your cubicle. You watched him as he situated himself at your desk, took one quick glance at the post-it with your login and then typed it all into the computer without a hitch.
"There you go." He waved his hands at your computer screen, like a magician showing off a magic trick.
"What the hell?" You squinted. "I'm sure I did it right."
"Did you type 'HR' in capital letters?"
"No." You looked at the sticky note. "It's not in capital letters on there."
"Yeah, Suzie forgets to write the capital letters sometimes." He shrugged like it was a common occurrence that was no big deal. "Now you know."
"Oh. Well. Thank you, I appreciate the help." You smiled at him, taking in his long blond hair for a moment. He really was something to look at. Reminding yourself how inappropriate it was, you looked away again.
"Anytime." He started to roll away in his chair but his foot got caught on one of the legs of your desk and he bumped into it instead, sending your cup of coffee flying over the edge and all over the front of his pink shirt. "Oh!"
Your eyes widened in horror and you surged towards him. "Are you okay?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He shook his head and looked at you panicked. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I'm so sorry."
"Adam, Adam." You tried to say his name calmly, reaching for the napkin in your purse that they'd given you with the coffee. "It's fine. Are you okay? Is it hot? Did it burn you?"
He took the napkin from you and started dabbing at his shirt, as if it was going to help clean up almost a full cup's worth of coffee from the light pink material. "No, I'm okay. It wasn't hot."
You let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry about your coffee."
You snorted out a laugh. "Don't worry about it, it's just coffee."
He glanced up at you then, eyes all big and round. He looked utterly pathetic. You ignored the stirring in your abdomen.
"Um, do you have a spare shirt with you or...?"
He looked back down at his shirt then. "No, but it's okay. I'll dry off soon enough."
Ignoring the slight whine in his voice, you plastered a smile on your face. "Well, thanks for the help!"
The scenario played on your mind until lunch. You hadn't dared ask Adam for anymore help, despite the couple of hitches you'd encountered, and had vowed to just figure stuff out for yourself from now on. Falling a tad behind on emails, you chose to just eat at your desk. The sandwich you'd prepared wouldn't make too much of a mess anyway. You noted in the back of your mind that Adam went out for lunch, asking you if you wanted anything before he left, and realised that a small reprieve from him would be appreciated.
When he returned twenty minutes later, you were surprised to find a coffee cup being placed on your desk next to you. You looked up in shock, intrigued to find Adam towering over you.
"To replace the one I spilled this morning. I think I got the order right. Sorry if I didn't." He had his own coffee cup clutched in his other hand. VL w/ OM. Vanilla latte with oat milk.
"Oh. Thank you. Um, thank you." The nice gesture had you scrambling for words. "You didn't need to do that."
He shrugged casually and smiled. "I wanted to."
God, you were fucked.
After that, it became pretty obvious to everyone else in the office how head over heels for Adam you were. To the man himself, it wasn't even something that seemed to cross his mind.
Sarah, one of your coworkers, insisted that you should just ask him out. You reminded her that he didn't even seem to register when you flirted with him, just choosing instead to blush and run away. She reaffirmed that he liked you, pointing out that he would unconsciously lean into you when you were talking to him. How he always chose to sit next to you during team meetings. How at every training seminar he would pick you to partner up with. How often he checked in on you.
With that last one, you argued that it was just because you shared a cubicle wall and because he had been the one to train you on your first day. Sarah had given you a very doubtful look. She didn't even bother to remind you of the daily tradition that you and Adam had stumbled into accidentally. After he spilled your coffee on your second day and brought you a replacement at lunch, you had brought him a coffee the next morning as a thank you. Vanilla latte with oat milk. He insisted that it was too kind of a gesture. You waved him off. He then brought you another coffee at lunch. And the cycle continued every day after that.
In conclusion, you and Adam were friends. But you desperately wanted more.
Adam was kind and funny and very cute and extremely into swords you found out. More times than you could count, you'd peeked around the wall you shared with him and found him looking at pictures of swords online. He always closed the tab when he caught you watching him. You made sure to tell him that you wouldn't tell Suzie what he was doing on the clock.
A few months into working in the HR department, it became dire.
Your chest ached at the mere sight of him, your stomach burst into butterflies at the sound of his voice, your knees went weak whenever he smiled at you. Which was a lot. Adam loved to smile. Sarah liked to say that he especially loved smiling at you. You would just laugh and shake your head. Though you did wonder whether there was some truth to it.
It was at the end of a long Tuesday when you finally took the leap. Everybody in the office had gone home other than you and Adam, the both of you behind on emails. The entire department was dark, other than the two lamps that sat at yours and Adam's desks.
It was late when you eventually managed to reply to your last email of the day, packing everything away in your purse and clicking off the lamp on your desk.
You leaned against the cubicle wall to look at Adam. "Got much more to do?"
He turned to look at you. "Only a few. Are you done?"
"Yeah." You smiled tiredly at him. "Want me to keep you company?"
He shook his head. "Nah, it's okay. I won't be much longer. Have a good night."
"Okay, don't stay too late. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." And then he was looking at his computer again.
You turned on your heel to leave but something tugged in the centre of your chest and it suddenly seemed like now or never. So you leaned against the cubicle wall again.
"Hey, Adam."
He turned again in his chair to look at you, a bright smile on his face. "What's up?"
You took a deep breath. "Do you want to go out with me sometime?"
His eyes widened but the smile didn't drop. And he said nothing.
So you clarified. "Like a date."
Still nothing.
More clarification. "Not like a date. Just a date. Do you want to go on a date with me?"
That finally got through to him. "You want to go on a date with me?"
"Yes." You nodded, shifting on your feet. "Very much."
He blinked. Then he blinked again. "I would like that."
A burst of astonishment rippled through you, a part of you had been sure that he was going to turn you down. But you quickly composed yourself. "Great. Are you free this weekend?"
He nodded. "Yeah, totally free. What did you have in mind?"
Ah. You hadn't actually thought that far ahead. You scrambled for the first idea that crossed your mind. "Uh, dinner and a movie?"
"Sounds good. I can pick you up if you want?"
This was going so smoothly, you tried to hide your utter glee. "Cool. I'll text you my address and timings."
Turned out, planning a date with Adam was extremely easy. You berated yourself for putting it off for so long.
The next day at work continued on just the same. You brought Adam morning coffee, he brought you post-lunch coffee. Shy smiles and meaningful glances were exchanged during the day's seminar. You may have faked needing help with something on your computer at one point just to have him crowd in next to you in your cubicle. He pretended like he didn't know that was what you were doing.
The rest of the week was much of the same. On Friday, when you eventually told Sarah that you'd asked Adam out, she was ecstatic. It took a lot of coaxing to stop her from accidentally announcing it to half of the office. She insisted on the two of you going late-night shopping after work to pick out an outfit for you. At the sight of her eager expression, you agreed despite not needing any new clothes. You didn't entirely know why you were surprised when she dragged you straight into Victoria's Secret and immediately started pointing out lingerie sets that she thought Adam would "lose his mind over" if he saw you in them. You told her that you had no plans to sleep with him on the first date. Though in the back of your mind you knew it wasn't completely off of the table.
By the time Saturday evening rolled around, you were buzzing with anticipation. At ten minutes to six, you were sat in your apartment waiting for Adam to come and pick you up. Neither of you had actually chosen a movie to see, deciding to just show up to the theatre and see what was playing. You figured a bit of spontaneity would distract from any potential awkwardness.
Adam arrived early, buzzing the intercom at eight minutes to six. You applauded yourself for being ready early. When you met him out front, you noted the flush on his cheeks matched the pink shade of his shirt. He looked nice, though not that different from usual. His shoes seemed shinier, maybe polished. And you were thankful that he'd put in a little effort but not too much, as you had done the exact same.
You greeted him as you closed the door to your apartment building. "Hi."
"Hi." He returned, grinning at you. "How are you?"
"I'm good." You trotted down the few stone steps until you were next to him. "You?"
He hesitated for a moment, like he was contemplating his answer. "Good too. Excited to be spending the evening with you."
You looked away from him nervously. Barely two minutes into the first date and you were already a mess over him.
Adam was a gentleman and opened the passenger-side door of his car for you, slamming the door gently before racing around to the driver's side. When he was in his seat and behind the wheel, he barely glanced at you before he was leaning over the centre console into the back of the car. You wondered what he was doing for a brief moment before he was presenting a small bouquet of flowers to you with a flourish.
"These are for you."
You beamed. "Thank you, they're beautiful."
He looked as if he was going to say something but then changed his mind, instead just starting the engine. The drive to the movie theatre was quiet, neither of you really knowing what topic of conversation would be good. Generic small talk was had, asking about each other's days, but considering you'd only seen each other the day before not much else could be said.
When you got to the movie theatre, you left the flowers in his car, and went to go see what they were showing.
A new comedy you hadn't heard of. A horror which didn't really seem to be Adam's thing. An action film with Jason Statham. The Princess Bride.
Just as you were about to ask him which one he wanted to see, he spoke. "I love The Princess Bride."
That had it then. Adam bought the tickets, even though you argued, and got you a bucket of popcorn to share, despite your protests. The screening of The Princess Bride was pretty empty so you and Adam practically had the whole back half of the theatre to yourselves. Which was good considering Adam liked to mumble along with his favourite iconic lines.
When he caught you watching him, he blushed slightly under the dim lighting. "Sorry. Is that annoying?"
"No, it's cute." You whispered. "Keep doing it."
He inhaled sharply. "As you wish."
Aw man, you were so screwed.
During the last twenty minutes of the movie, you watched as Adam's hand slowly inched over the armrest between you before stopping about a hair's breadth from yours. You waited a moment to see if he'd make the move. He didn't. So you did it for him, closing the last bit of distance and slipping your hand into his and locking your fingers together. You didn't fail to notice the relieved sigh he let out.
After the movie was finished, the two of you held hands all the way to the diner next door where you only let go of each other so you could sit on opposite sides of a booth. You briefly chatted about the movie, only pausing to order food - a burger for Adam and a stack of pancakes for you.
Once the waitress had walked away, you suddenly had an epiphany. "Wait, is that why you like swords so much? You're big into fantasy?"
"What?" He garbled, choking on a mouthful of his coke.
You frowned. "I know you know I see you looking at pictures of swords online when we're at work. So is it a fantasy thing? Or is it history?"
"Huh?"
You rolled your eyes. "The Princess Bride and Lord of the Rings? Or Romans and Medieval Europe?"
He hesitated before answering, taking a long pull from his coke. "Um... both, I guess."
"So like legends and mythology? King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table."
Adam shrugged. "I just like swords."
"Do you collect them?"
A clear war was raging in Adam's mind. Like half of him wanted to change the topic completely and the other half was screaming at him to tell you all about it. He settled for a middle ground. "No. But maybe someday. For now, I just like looking at them."
You nodded along and moved onto different things. You spoke about what you liked to do for fun outside of work, Adam told you about his roommate's affinity for rom-coms. Conversation didn't stop as your food arrived, both of you taking turns to pause from eating to speak. You liked the way Adam spoke about things, you liked the way he listened to you, you liked that he offered to share his French fries, you liked the way he turned a rosy shade of pink when you started playing footsie with him under the table.
For dessert, Adam ordered chocolate cake and you got yourself a second milkshake after deciding that none of the pie options on the menu were grabbing you. You offered to pay for the two of you, stating it was only fair as you had been the one to ask him out and he'd driven and paid for the movie, but he insisted on paying for dinner too. When he explained why, you were softened.
"You were brave and asked me out first. I've been too scared to do it for weeks."
And then he drove you home, hand interlocked with yours on your lap when he didn't need to use it. The drive back to your apartment building was far too short and you found yourself extremely disappointed when you pulled up outside. So you continued your bravery streak.
"Want to come inside for a drink?"
"Okay."
Adam was polite when he entered your home, taking his shoes off and leaving them by the front door before taking a cautious seat on the edge of your couch.
You eyed him fondly. "Make yourself comfortable. I've got some wine."
You could feel his eyes on you as you disappeared into the kitchen, taking the flowers he'd gotten you with you to put them in a vase. You reemerged half a minute later with a bottle of wine and two glasses, perching yourself on the couch next to him where you poured out a glass for each of you. Adam spoke swiftly, obviously nervous about being in your apartment. You let him ramble, feasting yourself on the sight of his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils as you drank through a glass and a half of wine.
When Adam was done with his first glassful, you took it from him and placed it on your coffee table. You found yourself impatient. Before he could thank you, you cut him off by kissing him.
"Hmmf." He let out a noise of surprise against your lips before relaxing. "Mm."
After a moment, you pulled back a couple of inches. "Is this okay?"
He nodded rapidly. "Yes, yes. Very okay."
With a smile, you cupped his face in your hands and pulled him to you to kiss him more fully. Adam's hands hovered awkwardly between you for a moment before one landed on your thigh and the other on your waist. It didn't take much for you to realise that he was letting you take complete control. He was letting you set the pace, letting you decide how open or closed the kisses were. That combined with the soft little noises he was making as you kissed him, made you think that perhaps Adam enjoyed being the more submissive one.
He was very reactive to little things. Like when you swiped your thumb gently over his cheek, he moaned. And when you took that opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, he whined. Licking your tongue against his, you discovered that he tasted like the chocolate cake he'd had for dessert. During the little breaks you'd take for air, you observed the glazed-over look in his eyes paired with his flushed cheeks. One short glimpse of his dopey smile had you pushing him to sit back on the couch and swinging your leg over his lap to straddle his thighs, where you found him to be hard already. He looked all too elated with the sight of you on his lap.
You kept kissing him, sucking on his tongue and tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth. Adam kept up his choir of whimpers and moans, his hands drifting to sit gently on your hips.
When you experimentally rolled your hips forward into his, you were pleased to hear the cry he let out. But you still checked in. "Too much?"
His grip on your hips tightened. "No. Keep going. Please."
You considered making him beg for it but concluded that may have been too much for a first date. So you did as he politely asked and rolled your hips against him again. He let out a high-pitched moan into your mouth which you drank up greedily. Making out and dry humping was a lost art in your opinion so you kept the pace slow, wanting to prolong it. But with Adam's twitching pelvis and assortment of whines, you figured that he was probably going to come in his pants sooner rather than later. That image had a fiery hot spark lighting in you and suddenly the thought of making Adam come in his pants was more appealing than dragging out the grinding.
You teased him for a little longer, slowing down the rocking of your hips and smiling at the whimper he let out, before picking up the pace again and pushing yourself harder against him. The sounds he was making were delicious and as he chased his high he started licking hotly into your mouth, curling his tongue against yours. It didn't take much before he was cresting right over that edge and holding onto you firmly.
"I'm gonna- I'm gonna- I'm go-" He cut himself off with a long groan, hips bucking quickly upwards into yours.
You kissed him through it, feeling him throb beneath you. "Good boy, that's it."
He whined at the pet name, pelvis thrusting again in response. He was every bit as pathetic as you had initially thought. You were looking forward to exploring that more.
He let you kiss him more as he came down from his high, relaxing beneath you. But once the euphoria had passed, he pulled away from you.
"I'm so sorry." He turned his head to look away from you, embarrassed.
You grabbed his face in one hand, squishing his cheeks and making him pout, and turned his head so he was looking at you again. "Don't apologise. Please." You kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth once again.
He replied, words muffled against your lips. "I just didn't expect it to happen so fast. I'm sorry."
As sorry as he said he was, it wasn't difficult to notice how lost he was in you again already. His mouth opened eagerly to let your tongue in, head tipped back to give you control, hands squeezed your hips, eyes rolled back in his head as you started to kiss along his jaw and down his neck. He was putty in your hands.
His cum seeped through the material of his pants, leaving a sticky patch on your clothes. But you didn't care. It just meant that he couldn't leave your apartment anytime soon unless he wanted the whole world to see the cum stain coating his crotch.
"Adam?"
"Mm?" He hummed lightly, distracted by the feeling of you sucking a hickey into his neck.
"You do realise that my goal was to make you come in your pants, right?"
"Oh?" He responded though it didn't sound like he had entirely taken in what you had just said.
Satisfied with the dark spot you'd left on him, you returned to kissing his plush lips, loving the way he moaned when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. "You're so vocal."
He went rigid for a second. "Is that a bad thing?"
You chuckled into his mouth, ignoring his question for a moment. "No. I like it."
"Oh, good." One of his hands smoothed up the length of your back and landed on the back of your head, pressing your lips tighter against his. The two of you just kissed for a couple more minutes, lips and tongues languidly sliding together, but Adam broke it after a while. "I want to return the favour."
You huffed, annoyed he'd stopped kissing you for this. "There's no favour to return."
"Humour me." He smiled against your mouth, not opening his eyes.
You finally pulled away from him, finding it difficult to resist the way he chased your lips. "Okay. What do you have in mind?"
He smiled at you shyly and that was how you found yourself sitting on Adam's face on your apartment floor.
One hand braced against your couch and one hand slapped over your mouth to conceal the lewd sounds you were making, as you ground yourself desperately against Adam's face. His lips were latched onto your clit as his tongue eagerly flicked over it. With how hard you were rocking your hips on his face, you would've felt bad if Adam's eyes weren't closed in absolute bliss. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, fingers pressed deeply into your skin.
Every few seconds you'd throw your head back in pleasure but would then remember how much you wanted to keep your eyes on Adam beneath you. He was a sight to behold, face buried between your thighs, blond hair sprawled out on the floor around his head like a halo.
His eyes suddenly opened, making contact with yours, and one of his hands abandoned your thighs and instead chose to take hold of the hand you had over your mouth and pull it away so you let out sounds more freely. Needing to hold onto something as a distraction, you threaded it through Adam's hair and tugged, gasping when he moaned into your pussy. His free hand trailed over your torso, palming your tits and pinching your nipples. While he stayed fully clothed beneath you, his cum-stained pants drying on his crotch, you sat on his face completely naked.
He sucked on your clit, tongue circling around it before he started to flick it back and forth over it more quickly than before. Your thighs tensed, clamping around his head, as your hips jolted faster against him.
You fixated on a spot on the wall directly in your eye-line as you felt your orgasm approaching. "Oh fuck, Adam. Just like that. Just like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Adam had exactly zero intention of stopping.
He was also an excellent listener. While most men took the phrases "just like that" and "don't stop" as an invitation to switch up whatever they were doing, Adam did exactly what he was told and kept going precisely how he was instructed to. He watched you keenly as you mewled on top of him, rapidly approaching that peak.
Then you suddenly froze, ragged scream escaping your throat, thighs trembling on either side of his face, cunt contracting around nothing, beads of sweat prickling the surface of your skin. Rapt fascination as you bucked your hips against his face a few more times, softer moans leaving you as you rode through the afterglow. And then you slumped against the couch next to you, satisfied smile on your face.
But Adam wasn't done. After avidly licking up and down the length of your pussy, he returned to flicking his tongue over your clit again.
You flinched slightly at the sensation, the stimulation being almost too much to bear, but didn't move away. Still you gave a half-hearted protest. "Too much, Adam."
His eyes spoke volumes without him actually having to say anything, as he gave you a disbelieving look. You had just started grinding yourself against his face again after all. But he did pause for a moment, waiting to hear enthusiastic consent from you before he continued.
"Oh, god." You whinged. "Don't stop."
He was happy to keep going. That was how you found yourself coming on Adam's face twice on the first date. You regretted not letting Sarah convince you into buying that nice lingerie. Though you figured you didn't need it given the position you had managed to get yourself into without it.
Once you were satisfied for the second time, you finally climbed off of Adam and rested yourself against the ouch next to you. He stayed where he was on the floor for a moment, looking completely blissed out with a glistening chin and mussed-up hair, a hazy look making his hazel-brown eyes glassy.
"You taste so good." He hummed and then he was surging up to sit next to you, immediately capturing your lips in another kiss.
You were all too happy to reciprocate, cupping his face in the palms of your hands. "Want to go on a second date then?"
He nodded his head eagerly, nose brushing against yours. "Yes, please."
A/N: Let me know what you think, reblogs and replies are always appreciated!
My Little Pony; Forever Friendship style imitation Of Nicholas Kole
The Pony herself is Storybelle from Generation 3. She stands out as the only pony with a major media role who is never made into a toy, contrary to the fact that while most G3 characters/ponies only ever appear as a toy. She is voice by Kelly Metzger, also known for her role as Spitfire, and some minor characters in Friendship is Magic. Even though her Direct-to-DVD appearance is perfect to advertise her own toy with The Story Loft Playset. She is instead used to advertise The Deluxe Pegasus line; Heart Bright and Star Flight (2007)
I am starting to use my old pillowfort blog more. I upload some exclusive edits on it; including 2 smaller transparent versions of this image. My username is WingedDragon. I just feel that site is really on life support right now. If you can't and want to access those, give me a call, I will also upload them hear later.
Alright, time to release this into the popular tags.
Recently rewatched Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, what a gorgeous film!✨ I quite like the style they draw the stallions in ❤️ so I tried to emphasis some of that with Tex while also giving him big Clydesdale muscles to show he’s a working draft horse 🤠
This is the type of content I wanna see instead of the constant hate G6 is already getting. I may be apprehsive to the characters they are using (I get why theyre using the most popular G4 ponies obviously), but we have to wait and see what its like!
More of ponies I'd think make good main characters, just for funsies!
Cloud Climber is a fun loving and active pegasus. While she was born and raised on Butterfly Island, she lives in Ponyville. She's definitely an extrovert, and loves to learn about other ponies' interests. She loves building sandcastles and playing all kinds of pony games. While she's pretty unserious, and sometimes forgetful, she'll always slow down for her friends and listen to their troubles. She still loves to visit her home and jump over the rainbow! Her cutie mark represents her active personality, as well as her home.
Toola Roola is an earth pony with a love for any kind of art, but painting is her speciality. While quite friendly towards those she is close with, it takes awhile to become close with her, as she is always engrossed in her work. She is often quite anxious about her work as well, and gets too caught up in her own head sometimes. However, once you become her friend, she'll be using you as her latest inspiration! Ponies dont have fingers obviously, so she uses a common attachment (Im imagining a belt/bracelet that fits around a hoof) used for ponies that holds a paintbrush or other art tool. Or, she uses her tail! Her cutie mark shows her talent for painting, her openness to new artistic avenues, and new friends.
ATP I'm just gonna block people who are already writing off G6 just because it doesn't have Applejack and Rarity (yet)
Yes, I think it's a bummer that the 'core 4' of G6 are just parts of the Mane 6 without any meaningful differences (to the point where Hasbro themselves released a post overnight which seems to imply that FiM and FF Twilight are interchangeable) so their current absence is notable
But I'm still willing to give the webseries and toys a chance when they come out, just as I did with G5. MLP is no stranger to changing with the times, and part of being a good friend is being able to accept differences and changes
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