practically a constellation

casual, indie rp and ask blog for Viva Pinata's Hudson Horstachio, who belongs to Rare and 4kids TV, respectively

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[lacehxarts]

[foodfuck]

[aniishaaa]

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[earlmerle]

[fergylicious-definition]

“Somebody’s jeeeeaaaalous.”

[hudsonhorstachios]

    “ugh. no. of course not. i just don’t see what some amateur doenut has that i don’t!!... besides silly twiggy things growing of of their head.”

[hudsonhorstachios]

     “what do you MEAN the role of Rudolph can only be played by a doenut?! --- i don’t care if HE’S a doenut, if he’s the titular character, then he simply must be played by me!!”

[delectabledelight-blog]

Pink Candy Corn (by newmanlp)

[foodchewer]

um excuse me you shouldn’t be paying attention to anyone else

[pandorameadows]

[pinataislgardenadvising-inactiv]

Was that an invitation? Nice! The girl slipped off one of her gloves and gently ran her fingers through Hudson’s mane. Just as nice as she remembered! It was good to feel the softness of tissue paper on her own skin again. However, she kept it brief and didn’t allow the Horstachio any more physical contact.

‘Alright, time’s up, fella. There are attention starved Horstachios that need me too!’ She chuckled a little, sliding her hand in her glove again. The smirk on her face might be saying that she was teasing him. It’d be a treat to see him give in and ask for more - but she’ll see.

‘I’m flattered you came to me of all people. You probably knew I’d fawn over you, hmm?’

     Hudson’s jaw had jutted out a little at the mention of these so-called attention starved pinatas, obviously feeling that no other horstachio quite deserved recognition quite like he did. “of course! everybody fawns all over me; it’s the natural order!” the tricoloured pinata beamed, trotting a little closer to her and flicking his ears, still wanting her attention ( and her hand on his mane ).      it wasn’t often that Hudson thought so highly of others, but Leafos was very much like a mother to most pinata -- and Hudson wanted very much to be the favourite son.

[fizzlybruh]

“Aaah, well ah can try, but..” 

He really can, but everyone knows Hudson as a huge stickler for perfection. Maybe the fizzly will be let off the hook if he didn’t do a good job? I mean surely Hudson wouldn’t freak out over a nail or two out of place or anything. They are the best of friends, were they not?

“.. Ah heck, ah’ll try, Hudson-dude! Just don’t expect it to be ah.. perfect.” Franklin’s tone of voice tensed on that last word, feeling rather unsure of his hands-on abilities.

    ”don’t you worry, Franklin.” Hudson started, wheeling around his friend to gently start pushing him in the direction of the superstar’s home. “i’m not expecting perfect! i’m just expecting one less hole in my roof.” trying to keep the bitterness from his tone, the horstachio gave Franklin one of his most dazzling smiles, as if trying to bribe him with good looks to get a move on. this was a very important roof they were talking about, after all. “besides, the only pinata who can be totally perfect is me. i just, ah... don’t do manual labour. you understand, right, Franklin?”

[incomprehensiblycute-blog-blog]

Les stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Hudson let out a startled whinny, and returned to where he had been stood, trying not to look as though he’d been trying to creep away, unnoticed. “Mmm…?”

Wait, was he supposed to look, was he not supposed to look? Either way, curiosity got the better of Les and his large, owlish eyes gazed up at the tiny bald patch. “Huh… Rrrrepity rroo.” 

I’m sure you’ll live.

[hudsonhorstachios]

     ”whatever am i to do? i’m auditioning for a movie role this afternoon-- i can’t go as baldy mc.bald-horstachio!” teeth chattering comically, the horse pinata seemed torn between staring at his reflection in horror and throwing the mirror far across the room. if his paper pieces kept shedding, he’d sooner be a paper mache husk than a movie star! “m-maybe this wont be so bad! i can deal with having only one good side, right?”      a pause. “Les, i need your help.”

[fergylicious-definition]

“That makes sense! Would be a lot easier to kiss him when that thing’s off, eh? Ehh?” Wink wink, nudge nudge.

How incredibly forward. Seriously though, that’s really nice of you, Hudson. Good on you! Fergy should take a leaf or two out of that book… “Ooh! You went on a daaate!~ And I get ya, she gives me the heebies. I’m just teasin’, big H!” Commence more nudging against leg because Fergy is short. But then he remembered himself and Ella, and he gulped. “Uh, yep. Let’s not talk about that…”

[hudsonhorstachios]

     a sharp exhale of breath through the horstachio’s nose was quick to convey Hudson’s distaste with the statement - however true it was. “yes, Fergy. a date. a simple, glamorous, fantabulous date. one i’m sure you would be unfamiliar with.” it was much less a jab at the other pinata’s dating history; moreso at his eating habits. dinner dates weren’t really within the Fudgehog’s ballpark.        “dropping the topic would be fab, if you don’t mind.” and beneficial on both parts. he brought a hoof to his chin, pausing in his tracks and looking to the left and right. “in all this conversation, i’ve forgotten where i’m supposed to be going. my beautiful voice must have been too distracting! curse my perfect vocal chords!”

[keefoxfarms-blog]

[horsep0rn]

[incomprehensiblycute-blog-blog]

Oh man, gag me. 

Les winced at his celebrity friend sitting there and stroking his own ego- any minute now he was probably going to get out that mirror and admire himself. Heck, the Galagoogoo felt he could probably sneak off and Hudson wouldn’t even notice…

… Actually… 

[hudsonhorstachios]

     well, he wasn't wrong. Hudson was rather quick to admire himself in the pocket-mirror not a second after the thought had passed. unfortunately for the galagoogoo, before he could sneak away, Hudson leaped up--- a neigh of horror bursting from the pinata as he noticed some of the confetti pieces on his cheek had fallen off. “Les, look!--no, don’t look! this is a catastrophe! my gorgeous face - RUINED!”