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[heckyeahponyscans]

Advertisement for My Little Pony The Movie in G1 My Little Pony comic #23

[jazz--bugg]

So G1 witches redesigns anyone?

[witchesnet]

HalloweenHex 2022 - day 1 : Childhood Favs HYDIA & REEKA & DRAGGLE My Little Pony: The Movie (1986)

But we are evil.  Not evil enough!

[2snacks]

Speed Paint: https://youtu.be/3ZZDL2o0bAY

Prints: https://www.redbubble.com/people/2Snacks/portfolio

[xenoredux]

From left to right: Hydiella (hid-ee-el-uh), Wreekayla (ree-kay-luh), Dragglynn (drag-ul-lin), and Diamond Dawg.

Hydiella, Wreekayla, and Dragglynn are The Infamous Witches of Gloom Mountain, though most layponies shorten that to “The Gloom Witches”. They have a longstanding blood feud with Starwish Dreamer’s ancestry, and that’s why she’s the one who takes them most seriously. Their goal? Destroy the pony population of Everlast Valley, including everyone who lives in Paradise Estates, so as to claim the land they believe should be theirs. Their track record? Stupidly poor. That damn pink horsie and her friends always manage to save the day. Frankly it’s not very hard given none of the three are, like, smart.

As with all witches (that is their species btw, not their occupation), these chicks are equipped with potion magic. Hydiella often says “If we can brew it, we can do it!” which is a good summary of their abilities. Their magic doesn’t have much reach, but so long as they can combine the right ingredients and chant the right spell, they can create a concoction that does just about anything. The caveat is that no potion’s effects are ever permanent, and every recipe has its own antidote. Many a time have they slipped something into a little pony’s drink only for the effects to either wear off or be treated shortly after.

Hydiella (leftmost) is the undisputed leader of the group. This is primarily because she’s Wreekayla and Dragglynn’s mom, but she’s also the most eeevil and determined of the three. She’s a bitter old hag with endless disdain for all things happy, frilly, and cute. Ergo, All Ponies Must Die. She believes the four legged population of the land are wasting their magic’s potential on frivolities like home decorating and making sweets, and it sickens her. Really, she pukes like once a day just for fun. And she’ll keep doing it until all of the ponies - every single one! - are gone.

Wreekayla (middlemost) is truly her mother’s daughter. She’s too much of a bumbling oaf to earn her mother’s approval, but she wants to be the most dutiful daughter she can. She’s probably the dumbest out of all of them, but she makes up for her lack of brains with excess amounts of cruelty which she usually aims at smaller animals. She holds genuine hatred for anything her mother tells her is bad and she’s often insolent when frustrated. The only things she shows a sliver of kindness towards are her ma and her younger sister, and even then she bullies her sis mercilessly.

Dragglynn (rightmost) is the aforementioned younger sister, and she’s the family’s black sheep. Speaking of black, her dark hair is one of the quirks her father gave her, as is her tall stature. Her pop is an unmentionable topic in her home because he was an evil warlock turned heroic knight, and it’s obvious her mom resents Dragglynn both for looking like her dad and also being a big ol’ idiot. True, Bedraggled Draggle (as her sis calls her) isn’t very bright, but she’s different from her family. She wishes she were more evil so as to make her mama proud, but she can’t rid herself of her ever growing empathy for the ponies.

Diamond Dawg is a unique creature created by Hydiella to serve as a walking, talking moodring. Seriously, he was a normal puppy “adopted” by the witches and turned into a sentient, color-changing diamond. Unlike most of their handiwork, this was not achieved through potions but instead via a ceremony that can only take place every 1000 years. Despite being “owned” by the witches, he’s only involved in their evil schemes because 1) they pay him in gemstones and coffee, his two favorite things, and 2) it lets him to take out his frustration on the fluffy, warmhearted creatures of the valley who have friends, families, and cultures, all things he bemoans his lack of. He’s especially jealous of Spike given the goddamn reptile knows more about dog stuff then he does. He’s not “evil”, he’s just employed in a miserable job and is always having an existential crisis.

Dawg is equipped with gem magic, the rarest kind of magic there is. It can only be granted through dark rituals, an almost unheard of concept in this land of whimsy. His magic lets him change colors to reflect his mood, sure, but it also grants him control over organic materials like rocks, minerals, and crystals. He mostly uses this ability to create crystalline tools for the witches to pair with their potions. The major downside to this magic is that it leaves him very weak, so he can only use it sparingly. The Witches understand this limitation and try to utilize his powers only about once a day, but their poor planning often puts all his efforts to waste anyway. Typical.

The Gloom Witches’ size hasn’t changed much from generation 1 to now, but since Diamond Dawg is just a mutt on two legs he’s closer to the ponies’ size. The top of his head almost meets theirs when he walks on all fours, though you’d be hard pressed to see him do that. I can’t tell if this makes Dragglynn, the tallest, taller or shorter then the average person, but I guess it doesn’t matter. There’s (probably) no humans in Everlast Valley to compare them to.

[doyelikehaggis]

Werewolves of Auradon: Lydia Martin (Daughter of Ariel) x Harry Hook (Son of Captain Hook)

Requested by @iammyownsaviour

Lydia wasn't aware that time could stretch like this. Seconds ticking by so slow they may as well be hours. She's aware of every minute that passes.

All she can do is wait it out. Something she's never exactly been good at, but she forces herself to stay just a little longer. It'll be worth it, she reminds herself.

It's not like there's even anything to do to distract herself; surprisingly, the bottom of the ocean is fairly boring. Sure, there are fish and other sealife, but none of them ever come close to her. They're all afraid of the barrier. But she isn't.

Sighing, she watches the bubbles form from her lips and dissolve again a second later as she looks around. Finally, there's a gentle, muffled thud.

Her head snaps back around. Hitting an invisible barrier is a rusty glass bottle, a red rope tied to it and stretching up beyond the surface of the ocean. Inside, a rolled up piece of paper.

Swimming forward, she carefully reaches for it. Her palm presses flat against the same thing it's still gently bouncing off of. She feels around until there's no resistance, then sticks her hand through the gap and reaches around, grabbing the bottle.

Giving the rope a tug, she unties it before taking the cork out and tipping the scroll into her other hand. She quickly unfolds it and reads the messy but getting better handwriting.

Lydia smiles. She lets go of the rope but keeps a hold of the bottle and the letter as she swims back up.

As soon as she breaks the surface, she's faced with a small stretch of land just out of reach, some trees blocking the rest of the Isle from view. And Harry. Waiting right on the shore, just a couple feet away from her.

His eyes widen when he sees her and his face splits into a bright grin. It's like he just lights up.

Lydia waves the letter slightly with a smile. There's no point in trying to speak, they both know. Something about the magic on the barrier makes it soundproof in a way. No communication between them. The only way is that little gap that was somehow overlooked, so far down in the sea that only a daughter of a mermaid would be able to find it.

Even so, Harry still silently speaks, mouthing the words to her. "Did you read it?"

She nods. Gaze softening, she holds up a finger to tell him to wait, then presses the paper against the barrier. It glows in protest, trying to fend her off, but she's not attacking so it doesn't push her away.

Pulling out a pen that she slid into one of her braids just in case, she writes on the blank side of the paper. Harry's eyebrows are creased in confusion, watching her, but when she turns the paper over and presses that side to the surface, his features relax in understanding.

Then happiness, a smile curving his mouth. She thinks he's laughing and imagines it to be a soft sound. Sweet and kind to her ears.

He lifts his eyes back to her, holding her gaze. She smiles back and mouths, "I love you."

Writing it doesn't feel like enough. She's not sure it ever will. But seeing Harry nod and mouth those three words back to her is close enough. Just until she can find a way to get through the barrier completely. After all, if something went wrong in the spell to miss out even one little section, then surely there has to be something she can do to take advantage of it.

She catches Harry's lips moving again and makes out the words, "Don't go yet. Please."

Lydia's hand goes to the pendant resting at the column of her throat. A little shell, holding her voice and letting her be here like this, in this form.

She shakes her head and hears her own voice in her head, whispering, "I won't." Something in Harry's expression tells her he hears it, too, somehow.

[twalkingd]

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