Not surprised to discover that there is a mean girl archetype in this franchise. Surprised that it's a kid for some reason???
These kids were a fun break from the other characters because (in my opinion, at least) they are less fleshed out. They don't got jobs, but they do have hobbies that reflect their Cutie Marks. Some of them barely appear in the show, as far as my research could tell, but there's so much art of them and fan theories. Like Dinky Do, I don't even know if she speaks at all in the show, but every person who made fanart of her agrees that she's a mechanic/artificer of some kind, and I find that so cool.
I know Snowdrop is the odd one out in here, because she's not from the show, she's someone's OC, technically. But listen, I watched her animation on YouTube a long time ago, and I was convinced that it was just an episode from the show. So she gets a spot here.
Also yes, Button Mash's Cutie Mark has a sword from Minecraft. You know why.
The mean girls of Ponyville in my MLP Exileverse AU, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon!
Diamond Tiara is the very spoiled only daughter of a pair of ex-Wonderbolt parents. They retired young and rich, settling in Ponyville to ‘get away from the fame’. Now with nothing better to do, they fawn over their daughter, enrolling her in everything from beauty pageants to flying lessons so she can succeed at everything she does. Her natural force of personality and multi-talented successes earned her a cutie mark when she was very young.
Silver Spoon is the younger half-sibling of Gilda and Diamond Tiara’s best friend. Gilda’s parents divorced after Gilda was sent to military school, and, wanting to wash her talons of the whole mess, her mother remarried a mega-rich Wonderbolt manager and had Silver Spoon. The manager was best friends with Diamond Tiara’s parents, so when they left Cloudsdale for Ponyville, Silver Spoon’s parents followed.
Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara have been attached at the hip since birth, their parents treating them like sisters rather than friends. With Diamond Tiara’s dominating personality and Silver Spoon’s calculating nature, the two are notorious to the children of Ponyville for being awful bullies to anyone that doesn’t fit the status quo…usually any pony without wings.
simon riley x posh!female reader, fluff, "meet the parents" trope
“When we get there, let me do the talking.”
Simon hadn’t been planning on doing any differently. He’s already out of his element in his tailored trousers and a new blazer; “smart” conversation is out of the question at this point.
You flutter over him one last time, picking imaginary dust from his collar and looking at the back of his hands (“Mother will tut over the tattoos, but that really can’t be helped, can it, darling?”). You ask him again if you look ok, and his answer is the same as the last three times:
“Proper stunning.”
It earns him a smile so dazzling he briefly goes light-headed.
*****
Tea at Bluebird isn’t as awkward as Simon would have thought, if only because you’re determined that it shouldn’t be.
As you suspected, his tattoos draw a concerned look from your mother. When your father shakes his hand, it feels like he’s trying to break Simon’s fingers. Two can play at that game, but he suspects you’d be cross if he actually broke your father’s hand.
As the wait staff bring the scones and clotted cream, you seize your opportunity.
“Simon’s an officer.” You rest a hand lightly on his forearm, leaning close. The scent of your perfume is subtle and dizzying.
“Oh, that’s lovely,” your mother says in earnest, some of her disapproval evaporating. You turn to your father.
“Dan Jarvis was an Army officer, wasn’t he, Daddy?”
“He was, indeed.” He gives Simon a speculative look. “Thinking of making a run for Parliament after?”
Simon would rather burn down the restaurant with everyone still inside it. You nudge him under the table with your knee. “Might've given it some thought.”
“Plenty of MPs have, you know. Served, I mean.”
He doesn’t know, but nods anyway.
Conversation flows more easily after that, the temperature at the table growing considerably warmer, even fond. When they leave, your father claps him on the shoulder instead of shaking his hand, and your mother even gives him a hug.
*****
“Really, politics?”
You grin in front of the bathroom mirror, where you’re taking off your earrings. “You’ve got enough years in service left that they’ll forget about it. Plus, maybe we’ll have a baby by then—give them more important things to worry about.”
A baby.
Simon has to grip the door frame for support. You meet his eyes in the mirror and smile, bright and happy.
