Hhhh They Both Look So Gooood!! Thank You For Doing These!!!!

Next in the element swap au; Rarity, the element of Laughter. And her future spouse, Starswirl the Storm Creature!

Rarity wanted ever so much to do something for the school play when she was a filly. The costumes she’d designed just weren’t..... right. And there was no way she’d get a staring role short of a filly suddenly falling deathly ill, and her taking the spot. 

So, for inspiration, she borrowed books on performances from the local library. She found descriptions of many performances through the years.... And found her idea. She found the concept of special effects, and how to perform certain spells in order to make things pop out more. 

The night of the play, she tested out her new spells. And it worked! The play was much more dazzling and eye catching, thanks to her magic!

This is how she got her cutie mark, representing her talent in “show stopping” magic. She is now a show mare, much like Trixie is in the show. But much more humble. She does many shows for children’s parties.

Starswirl came to Ponyville after the Storm King’s defeat, searching for what to do now that their boss was gone. They found a fascination with magic, pony books, knitting.... So many new hobbies were open to them now! (Their personality is like a mix of Fluttershy and Twilight. Nerdy and very quiet and, well, shy) 

They did not, however, have a name when they first arrived. This was because the Storm King did not allow the Storm Creatures to name their young, as it would give them an identity beyond serving him. The mane six help them select a name to set in stone their freedom, and they pick Starswirl. 

Starswirl is Rarity’s number one fan, and they always are in the crowds at her public shows. Starswirl is mute selectively and signs to communicate, but can still talk if absolutely necessary. 

toot toot.

Covah was originally created, in a very edgy way that would be practically unrecognizable to anyone looking at it today, in late July! So, here’s something for the kinda birthday boy! Reference taken from this video 

You think a corrupted dragons blood resin would be a good idea?

🥚 hehe egg. 🥚

Dragon’s Blood Resin was a loving florist who just wanted to make bouquets. Unfortunately, she just smushes the flowers she wants to collect now.... 

I love your hybrid high characters!! Zipper's probably my favorite though, she seems like we would be friends

oh gosh, thank you so much! I'm glad people like them ;;

yes zipper is the best child. you should obviously give her your credit card information. she will do nothing but good with it.

LOOK AT MY SON! GETTING A CAMEO ON MY FRIEND’S BLOG!

Tell me, What do you think of a hero named Covah? Would you ever want to fight him? Or try to get him on your side?

A lovely Ruby I designed today.

You might be saying, “woah that is not a Ruby. That’s a fusion who named herself Ruby.” But she is just a singular Ruby! 

A “disease” can sweep through kindergartens and erase various bits of coding from the incubating gems. This disease is called permafrost, as it is caused by ice even the hottest temperatures can’t seem to melt. 

This young Ruby’s kindergarten was infected by permafrost, and abandoned early on. However, she was one of the few Rubies who managed to form, the frost erasing the coding for her standard form. And leaving.... this. 

Any gem who erupts plagued with perma frost is generally shattered unless the authority can find use for them. This little lady found use as an entertainer in Blue Diamond’s court. Something to be laughed at and mocked for her odd form. But, it was something to keep her alive.

Someone Gets Hurt

Was I a game to you? Was I way too cool? I truly cared - Was I the fool? It's fine for you. It's fine to flirt. It's fine! 'Till someone gets hurt. 'Till someone gets hurt! Feel my heart beating? I'm just like her or you - People forget I'm human too. Yes, they do that. This is performance. This is all self defense. I thought you had the sense To see through that. Was I too proud with you? Was I too cold and forbidding? And you chose her over me! Are you kidding? Are you kidding? Poor little me, All trapped in this fabulous show! You could set me free! But if you're going, go!

My name is Regina George. And I am a massive deal! I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel!

Hiding from the Sunshine

I’m out of my head, of my heart, and my mind.

Cause you can run but you can’t hide.

I’m gonna make you mine!

Gwendolyn jumped as the front door to the home he was staying at slammed open. He sat up from where he sat, placing his propped up feet back onto the floor. "Illy?" He stood and approached the woman he'd come to know as a friend who had somehow found where he was staying. "What are you doing here?"

Illendra stood in the doorway, dripping wet from the rain outside. She glared up from under her wet bangs and spoke clearly. "How do I die?" Her voice was firm, but shaky. And her eyes, dark with hate and anger. Wet with something other than the rain.

Gwendolyn drooped at the question and extended his arms to Illendra, trying to comfort her. "Illy. You know I can't-"

"Don't give me that shit, Rolfe!" Illendra stepped inside, pointing an accusatory finger at Gwendolyn. "I know you know and, damnit, you're the only one I can trust to tell me!" She motioned angrily, "Just- be the rebel you say you are and fucking tell me! I can't do this if- If I don't- If I don't know what he-" Illendra looked away and hugged herself. 

Gwendolyn sighed and took off his coat, placing it over her shoulders gently. "Let's get you dried off, yeah? We can talk about this later, okay?"

"No!" Illendra shook off his coat, "I'm tired of all this! I'm tired of not knowing, of you looking at me with that pitying fucking look in you eyes-" Gwendolyn flicked his eyes away sheepishly at the point, knowing he'd been doing that. "I'm tired of- of Boss and this stupid fucking fate, and the stupid fucking curse bitch and- and-" Illendra buried a hand in her hair roughly, tears spilling freely at this point. 

Gwendolyn blinked a few times, before sighing deeply and looking behind himself a moment in thinking before looking back to Illendra. "You know if I tell you, you can't go back to not knowing."

"You think I don't know that, Gwen?!" Illendra's voice cracked, sniffing angrily and wiping her eyes roughly. "I just.... Wouldn't you have wanted to know?" She looked away, hugging herself, "Before you made your own mistake? Left for your own fate?"

Gwendolyn looked to the floor, distantly. Thousands of screams and the terrible sirens rang somewhere in his mind. He bent down and picked up his coat, "You're impaled," Illendra startled at him actually saying something, instead of saying sorry and moving her along. He began to fold the coat absently, not looking at her, "In your abdomen. Right above your belly button. Your lung gets pierced and the sword exits to the right of your spine. You go into shock pretty much immediately, after he removes the blade. So you don't feel much. You bleed out, I think."

Illendra blinked a few times as Gwendolyn talked, having turned away from her and hung his coat over the arm of his coach as he spoke. He swallowed thickly and leaned on the coach, head hung as he took off his hat and put it on his chest in a mourning method. "I- .... You're not alone. As you die. There is someone there. I cannot say who, but it is not him. He flees after you fall. A small comfort, I know but...." He choked on what he could say after that. 

Illendra sniffed and clutched at her stomach, gripping her shirt fabric there roughly. She smiled, however, tears flowing freely, "Thank you, Gwen."

"Sure," Gwendolyn's own voice cracked dryly, trying to ignore the future gurgling of pain and fear ringing in his ears. Knowing it was him who had to hold her as she died. Comfort her and tell her that it was okay. He didn't know if she would realize it was him. And she didn't need to know it was him. But... She didn't deserve to die alone. He knew he'd go there as soon as he knew. He knew he'd want the same. And so he'd give the same. For her. Because he-

"I'm sorry I asked you do that-" Illendra looked away a moment, sniffing, "I just-"

"It's fine," Gwendolyn pretended he wasn't crying and ran a hand through his hair. "You want something to drink? And a towel? You're dripping all over my carpet." 

Illendra looked down before laughing bitterly, "Sorry. Sure. Thanks." 

Gwendolyn nodded and went to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall next to the doorway after he finally entered it and covering his mouth. So he could finally sob openly.

Man it’s been a while since I posted any sanders sides stuff, huh?

So I had this dream the other night, pretty much right after Crofters part 2 aired. The dream was brief, but the concept was there. 

Roman had ducked out (quack), leaving Thomas unable to summon any of the normal sides. It was his creativity that caused him to put a face to aspects of his personality, after all. He tried Roman first, then Logan, then Patton, then Virgil, even Janus, until finally he tried Remus. 

Remus was the only one summonable. He explained it was likely Roman ducked out, And Thomas needed a game plan. Lest he loose his spark all to create together and loose Remus too. 

Remus had a solution, but it might not be favorable in Thomas’s eyes. In order to help Thomas create a game plan, he needed his aspects. The only way to get his aspects was for Remus to try his hand at creating them. They would be different, Remus warned, Not the sides Thomas was used to. They would be how Remus saw the different aspects of Thomas. Hidden parts of those aspects that Thomas shoved away. 

Thomas agreed. That was when the dream ended, but I found myself wanting to concept these Remus versions of the sides.

Grey is Remus;s vision of Morality, very different from the lovely Patton we know and love. He’s got a more, well, grey view on morality. That not all decisions have a black and white, right and wrong answer. That there is little purpose to try being good in a world full of such terrible negativity and badness. But, that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t try anyway. Because, at his core, Thomas is a good person. Resulting in Grey wanting to try anyway. Even if he doesn’t see much reason in it. 

I’ll do more of these versions of the sides if people are interested!

A few design notes:

Grey is not wearing his jacket normally. Rather, it is draped over his shoulders.

I gave Grey a black and white color scheme to symbolize the generalized idea of a black and white mindset. And gave him the name of Grey to symbolize his thoughts on all that. 

Grey has a friendship bracelet on his right wrist, decked in the colors of the other sides. He still loves them all, a softy at heart. Despite the melancholy attitude. 

Grey’s necklace is his emblem. A yin/yang skull. 

He does not wear the sunglasses on his head as actual eye protection ever. They’re just fashionable.

He almost always has a lollipop of various flavors. It generally changes depending upon his mood. He also has a stash of other candy in his coat pockets.

It’s not shown here, but he has a small gap between his two front teeth!