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👁️ Be not afraid 👁️
Angel AU Thistle for my Artfight is here. She’s a fluff ball who tries to be intimidating and she actually is. So yes be afraid! >:3
Named her Radian, a shorter variation of Radiance & any pronouns work for this AU of Thistle.
I think I love the concept of Ace having a one sided crush on 2D during ‘The now now’ a bit too much..
Sorry Ace <\3 I still love you man..
Evil au where rocky is just a rock based on some nasa articles i read a while back plus the video circulating with ryan gosling and elmo. doodles below
bonus, Stratt and Jeremiah (oc) reaction to the vlogs.
I made a whole fic based off this idea too and I hate the idea of rocky not being real in phm, but the psychological horror of it is so fun that i had to write it. If interested, heres the link: All the work you left behind btw it has a good ending to it tho so there is that, im not that evil.
Crossroads
Trinity
Trinity inhales.
She knows how to breathe, first of all, because she’s been doing it all her life. She’s quite the expert.
Trinity exhales.
Yolanda said something about ‘mindfulness’ once, about prolonged exhalation and its impact on the body’s parasympathetic nervous system.
“That’s why people sigh. To relieve stress. And that’s why people do breathing exercises. To… relieve stress.”
Baran’s hand swipes across the outside of her thigh again.
Trinity swallows.
She must be disgusting, right?
She’s must be some kind of wicked, disgusting thing.
She’s thinking of Yolanda—Garcia, Garcia, Garcia—in Baran’s arms.
Curled on her chest, arms loose against each others, and legs tangled. She’s thinking about Yolanda.
“Oh. Uh, cool, I guess? Nice fun fact?”
“I’m asking you to breathe with me, Trinity.”
“Oh! No yeah, yeah, I mean, yeah.”
Trinity can hear the beating of Baran’s heart, that’s how close her ear is to the other woman’s neck. She can smell her. She can see her. Shit, what were the other senses?
“You’re not breathing right.”
“Sorry. S’kinda hard to copy you. I’ve got nothing to go off of.”
“Here.”
“What?”
“Here. Put your… head on my chest.”
“Um,”
“Seriously, we don’t have to do this.”
“What? No, you’re the one who brought it up, just let me- okay okay, I got it. I’m fine.”
“Okay.”
“You with me?”
“Wha—t?”
Funny thing. Trinity actually speaks while she’s inhaling, and the one drop of saliva in the wrong pipe may not be in the right position. She’s spluttering on the side of Baran’s face as the other woman laughs, cheeks warm with what must be embarrassment and lack of oxygen.
So much for expert.
The thumb that wipes away the little dribble of drool is soft, and the eyes that crinkle at the edge that stare into her own are somehow softer.
Trinity can only blink.
How long has it been? A glance to the clock reveals nothing. She forgot the batteries were still dead. Whitaker needs to change them.
“Forty,” Baran offers, smile teetering on her lips.
“Huh?”, because Trinity still hasn’t found her bearings, and she’s quite sure she just passed out in her date-not-really-girlfriend-not-really-situationship’s arms and woke up without control of her face.
“You fell asleep,” she hums, adjusting herself slightly, curling her body toward Trinity’s, “it’s only been forty minutes.”
“Oh. Yeah. Right.”
Trinity hadn’t fallen asleep with Yolanda.
Her hand had rested on the surgeon’s hip, squeezing gently, because she had complained about leaning on it weirdly at work.
Then Yolanda’s hand was on her waist, scratching lightly, and then her hands were on Trinity’s breast, and then something, something, something. They had laid together for about 8 minutes, because Trinity counted, because Yolanda’s clock actually works, and spent the rest of the afternoon panting into each other’s mouths.
Trinity had left the apartment with her own sore hip.
“Sorry, I… uh, I didn’t mean to. You’re just really warm-?”
“Trinity,” Baran laughs.
She’s always liked the way Baran said her name. Baran says it lightly. Baran says it like it’s a cloud or something equally cheesy and dramatic. Trinity likes Baran’s name too. Baran. Baran. Baran.
“It’s okay. I’m not mad. I think it’s cute.” Trinity likes the way Baran says that too, the way the older woman’s face still remains soft and malleable and full of an expression that’s ready to change.
It’s not like Yolanda—Garcia—at all.
“Oh.” With half a smile, Trinity allows her head to fall back to Baran’s shoulder. “Okay. Right.”
She must be disgusting.
She must be, really.
Really, seriously, genuinely.
Trinity must be disgusting.
Garcia, Garcia, Garcia.
Not Yolanda.
@merpinglilac @blueeyesshyskies
May or may not finish this later,
But I wanted to see my art improvement,
So redrawing toxic lesbian horses it is
Idk if I’ll render it, but it was fun to draw, and revisit MLP GrimDark’s in general lol
the kubrick stare and other normal ways of looking at a first lieutenant
