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The S Squad

[image description: four ponies stand against a blank background. On the far right is Shining Armour, who is looking at the pony next to him, Stygian. Standing next to Stygian with a hoof around him is Sunburst, who is smiling largely. His other forehoof is around the final pony, Sombra. All four ponies are wearing matching gray, black and white suits. Below the piece is an ask from an anonymous user. It reads “Could you draw Sunburst x Sombra x Shining x Stygian? Wearing matching tuxes if that’s ok, I imagine since they all have semi-important rolls they have to attend lots of events.]

#sunburst #king sombra #sombra #shining armour #stygian #im just gonna call them #s squad #cause i can be bothered thinking of a ship name #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony #mlp:fim #mlp #mod gem

spot: look, you’re obviously upset about katherine

smalls: so, we’ve decided to come over here to help you out

sarah: i’m not upset

spot: we found you in the park throwing rocks at couples

sarah: WHY SHOULD THEY BE HAPPY

#s squad #i gotta write some hcs about that Nice #spot conlon #smalls newsies #sarah jacobs #newsies

Hey Tony! Did I miss something going down with Stevie? You haven’t posted about her in a long time and all your old #StevieSquad posts are gone??

For whatever reason, during The Great Tumblr Tag Purge of 2021, anything tagged as StevieSquad got flagged and sin binned :( So basically, all those posts are gone. What can ya do eh?

#*shrugs*#it is what it is nonny #s squad #hey nonny nonny

How are Stevie and LC? You’ve not mentioned them for a while

Got quite a few DMs like this that i haven't answered (soz), so i'll just answer them all here.

They're both OK. Sort of.

Stevie kinda just....disappeared for a while. I dunno if it was intentional and I upset her somehow, or she decided that she wasn't interested in being friends anymore, or if something happened, but we've hardly spoken for weeks now. Makes me sad. I know she's been hella busy with work and with life, so that could just be it. Alas, I have horrific abandonment issues going back to September 1991 (yes, that specific), so i immediately always jump straight to worst case scenario and assume it's because of me. We're back talking daily again though, so hopefully we're all good.

LC is having an absolute shitter at the moment bless him. He looks after both his parents who are both quite poorly. His Dad has fairly advanced dementia as well as other health issues, and he got rushed into hospital over the weekend. He also has COVID so no-one is allowed to visit him in hospital. On top of that, he's trying to work full time as well and he's having a bad time right now and struggling. We talk every day still though, so i hope i'm managing to keep his spirits up!

#s squad #(that's your new name btw)#Team LC #hey nonny nonny

Winter Rose 3/?

@technicallypsychiccupcake. Also for the rest of the Satan Squad who are interested.

Margaery shielded her eyes from the bright, bold sun shining at the apex of the sky. She looked down and stared at the dark green grass between her toes.

At the sound of clanking wood and children’s laughter, she jerked her head up. She watched as her brothers, Garlan and Loras, fought each other with their wooden sticks in the open field beside the castle’s open gate. She couldn’t help but smile

Another higher pitched laugh caught Margaery’s ears. She turned around. A little girl no more than three years old with wild brown hair ducked down to pick flowers at the bush. Margaery walked closer, curious about the girl. The girl smiled as she reached for a rose. Margaery instinctively reached forward as the girl’s hand clasped around the stem.

The girl shrieked and yanked her hand away. Three deep dots began oozing with blood. Margaery looked down at her own hand, comparing the scars. They were the same.

The girl wailed and hollered as Margaery remembered what was happening. From behind the bush, her Grandmother came running. It was odd to see the old woman move so fast, lifting her skirts to reach the child quicker.

“Oh Margaery,” sighed Olenna. She took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around the girl’s hand. “Hush now, my little flower.”

Little Margaery hiccupped, but tears still trickled down her face.

Olenna sat down in the grass and pulled the girl into her lap. Margaery slowly came forward and sat down next to the two. They never glanced at her.

“Look now, my love,” whispered Olenna to the girl. Olenna carefully plucked a rose from the bush. “It’s quite a beautiful flower, isn’t it?”

The girl nodded. “It hurt me,” she whimpered.

“Margaery, these flower are called roses. They smell wonderful, don’t they? And they’re beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you,” Olenna tickled the girl, eliciting a laugh from her. “But they have prickly points here, do you see? These are thorns. They protect the roses from animals that would want to eat them. They’ve adapted to survive. As beautiful as these flowers are, they are equally dangerous, love.”

As if to prove her point, Olenna pricked herself with a thorn. A small dollop of blood rose to the surface of her finger. The little girl’s eyes widened in horror. “Grandma, it hurt you!”

Olenna chuckled. “Don’t fret over me, my flower. I’ve been pricked many times. It makes me tough. One day, you will be even tougher than me.”

The girl smiled wide. She hopped off Olenna’s lap. Olenna stood and took the girl’s uninjured hand to lead her back to the castle.

When the scene began to fade, Margaery wanted to scream. She wanted to stay here forever.

Everything faded back to black. Margaery opened her eyes. Snow covered the ground with sunlight reflecting brightly off of it. She could hear a sound similar to a crackling fire but more muffled. She rolled over. There was a fire burning a few feet away from her.

Slowly her hearing cleared and Margaery realized she was covered in blankets. Sweating even. She pushed a couple of blankets off and sat up, immediately regretting the decision.

Everything began moving again, though slower this time. She groaned and held her head in her hands.

“Brienne! Brienne she’s awake!” called a voice. He sounded familiar, though Margaery couldn’t place why.

She looked to her left. A young man with a boyish face and dark brown hair ran over to her. Her vision was becoming stable and less dizzy by the time he knelt down next to her.

“How do you feel, your grace?” he asked. He placed a hand against her forehead. “Still a bit warm.”

“Move Pod,”ordered a voice Margaery knew at once.

She looked up. Brienne of Tarth came striding toward her from where three horses were tied to a tree. “Brienne,” smiled Margaery. She sounded like a frog in the in the twilight hours by the pond in Highgarden.

Brienne knelt down next to her. “Your grace, please drink this,” said Brienne. She handed her a flask. Margaery opened it and drank. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until the water reached her tongue. She savored the feeling, pouring more into her mouth.

She almost whined as Brienne pulled the flask away. “You’re dehydrated, your grace. You don’t want to drink too much at once.”

Margaery nodded. The three sat in silence for a moment before Pod asked, “Why are you here?”

“Not now, Pod,” Brienne growled through clenched teeth.

“It’s quite alright, Brienne,” said Margaery. Her voice still croaked a little, but not as bad. She turned toward the boy. “I was on my way to Winterfell to visit Sansa and congratulate her on her wedding. My horse wandered off on its own and I lost my traveling party. So here I am.”

Pod nodded. “Is the King coming North too?”

“Podrick, why don’t you go fetch Margaery more water,” snapped Brienne.

“But I-“ started Pod.

“Water for the Queen. Now.” Brienne ordered.

Pod quickly grabbed a bucket and dashed into the forest.

Margaery chuckled. “Where did you pick him up at?”

“It’s a long story,” sighed Brienne. “He’s Tyrion’s former hand man, Podrick Payne. He asked to squire for me, and refused to leave me alone.”

Margaery smirked and scooted last blanket up to her neck. “Sounds like you’ve had quite the adventure then.”

Brienne looked down. “You had a fever your grace. And you’re hardly dressed to be in the North. What really happened?”

Margaery huffed. Her foggy breath disseminated into the air. “Petyr Baelish. He kidnapped me. Told me I would be a gift for Sansa. And I escaped. I was trying to get as far from him as possible when I came down the path last night.”

Brienne stood. “That was three nights ago. You’ve been sleeping ever since.” She walked to a small stack of wood and placed it into the fire. “We’ve traveled a ways North since then. I carried you on my horse with me. I hope you don’t mind.”

Margaery tugged the blanket tighter. “No, of course not.”

“There’s a village a few miles north of us,” said Brienne. She sat down next to Margaery holding a skinned rabbit. “We’re stopping here until a few hours after sundown, but any merchant would be more than happy to take the queen back-“

Margaery cut her off. “I’m going north. I can’t go back.”

Brienne quirked an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“There’s nothing to go back to.” Margaery thought back to her grandmother and how strong and tough she was. She swallowed down the tears and pressed on. “They’re dead. Loras. Father. Tommen. They’re dead. Besides, if I go back Cersei would kill me herself. Any man or woman in King’s Landing would drag me to the bitch’s mercy. I would never make it back to Highgarden alive.” Margaery refused to call her queen. There was no one else to rule the kingdom, but Cersei was no queen.

Brienne gazed into the fire and sat quietly. “I’m sorry, your grace.” From the corner of her eye Margaery saw Podrick struggling to carry the large bucket of water past the trees. “Podrick and I are heading to Winterfell. Sansa and her brother are waging war against the Boltons. I don’t know if she’s even still alive, but I will not break my oath. I must protect her.”

Margaery stood. “Then let’s go, my good lady. I believe it is still a long journey to Winterfell.”

Brienne looked up to Margaery. Margaery had little left in the world, save for her friend. That was not about to slip away too.

#game of thrones #s squad #sqwad