Slay the princess swap au part 16
(Smitten/damse route)
Burned grey ending
Congratulations this is what you all wanted, burning in a fire
Cw: fire ofc
160 images and we finally finished the smitten’s route hooray, for the person who reblogged this who I do not remember your name but I do remember your pfp who reblogs most my stuff here, the damsel is no longer in mental distress
After this the pole will be held for the next route 💪
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Look, sometimes you are driving and are struck with a thought. Sometimes you just really wanna be friends(?) with someone you got mud on one time and who has thought you were icky ever since, and when you not at all subtly try to bare your soul they reject you so you resent them until a tree falls through a window at a sleepover. You know how it is. The instrumental is from a slightly different version of the song I thought suited AJ better and I had to pitch it up but it was still too low for me, so have mercy.
Changed lyrics under the cut.
R: Applejack, that's too distasteful!
AJ: (Spoken) Distasteful? You think I'm distasteful? Maybe, but I think I can change your mind.
(Sung)
La-da-da-da-da
I'm gonna teach you not to fuss
Mudda-da-da-da
You'll get your hair a little mussed
I'm gonna help you see it can be fun getting dirty
I'm gonna-
R: Applejack that's disgusting!
AJ: (Spoken) Oh, you don't like that?
Or do you just not like me?
(Sung)
Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little loyal minions do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar
Am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you, well
I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a pony, am I?
I'm just your problem
Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do
I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist
I forget what landed me on your blacklist
But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you, so
Why do I want to?
Why do I want to?
To getcha on the ground
so you would lie next to me?
I'm just your problem
I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a pony, am I?
I'm just your problem
La-da-da-da-da
I know that it'd be strange
But la da-da-da-da
I think it's worth the try to change
R: Applejack, don't be ridiculous.
AJ: Yeah, that's what I thought.
(As always, I'm open to requests, they may just sometimes take a little longer than I'd like to get to. Also, Rarity was almost nicer then remembered she's both comphet and hates dirt this season and had to play it off as disgust lest she succumb to the ick)
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Was struck with inspiration, made Papa, Can You Hear Me about Celestia during Luna's banishment sometime after the guilt peaked. There are parts that were eerily perfect, but I tweaked a few lines to be more applicable, but it didn't need much.
Apologies for my Celestia voice, I don't practice it much and I feel like I lost it in a couple places.
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Poll Adventure: Rarijack Dinner
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Special thanks to @babydarkstar for putting out the lovely writing! <3
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A tall, willowy woman sits crouched on her knees, tending to a fruiting garden with her back to AJ. Her long pink hair is tied up in a thoughtless knot, though the green ribbon holding it together makes it elegant. A basket sits beside her, half-full with newly harvested veggies, flowers, mushrooms, and greens. As she works, the tune she hums floats across the yard, accompanied by birdsong that chirps along, and the occasional chatter from a chipmunk joining in.
As usual, Fluttershy is surrounded by a sundry of critters. Today there are butterflies flitting around her shoulders, beetles dancing at her knees, a wild doe that rests beside her with its long legs tucked under its body, a tortoise that munches on the kale from her basket, and a roundup of squirrels chattering away as they help her find ripe cherry tomatoes. And of course, Angel—the mischievous bunny that can get away with nearly anything, because he’s Fluttershy’s darling boy. For now, he sits directly behind her, scratching idly at his neck with his hind leg. Bodyguard duty.
A tiny, bright blue flash approaches Flutters and hovers in the air beside her, a delicate flower in tow. Flutters looks over to the proffered gift, removes a glove and holds out her hand out to let the hummingbird drop the flower into her palm. She places it in her hair before letting the bird land on her finger.
“Thank you, Hummingway,” she chimes, bringing the microscopic bird up to nuzzle at her cheek with a soft laugh.
For a moment, AJ can only watch in awe. Fluttershy’s uncanny ability to commune with nature never gets old. A grin breaks out on her face. She’s glad she decided to stop here first; she can feel her stress melting away.
“Fluttershy,” AJ calls from the pathway leading to Fluttershy’s front door, and the woman in the garden yelps, shoulders tensing in a defensive pose. Applejack cringes as Flutters turns to face her, eyes wide.
“Oh—goodness,” she says, a hand to her chest, “Applejack, you startled me.”
“Sorry—sorry,” AJ says with a sheepish smile, stepping over to grab the basket and offering Flutters a hand.
Fluttershy stands, brushing the grass and dirt from her pants and tucking her gloves into a pocket before bending down to scoop Angel up into her arms, bidding farewell to the other critters retreating from their garden duties—the ones that didn’t flee when Applejack broke their peaceful moment.
“Well, it’s good to see you, AJ,” Flutters says in that soft voice of hers, reaching a hand out for the basket in AJ’s hand. But the farmer gives a little shake of her head, insisting she carry it as they step out of the garden patch and over to the cobblestone pathway.
“Um, you really don’t have to carry it for me…but thank you,” she says, stroking at one of Angel’s fuzzy ears, to busy her anxious hands, “Come in, I was going to make tea.”
So AJ follows Fluttershy into her charming little bungalow, locked in a staring contest with Angel, who looks at her over Fluttershy’s shoulder like he would maim AJ if he had sharper teeth. Setting the harvest basket on a bench by the door, AJ watches the timid woman put a kettle on to boil and then putter about the open floor plan of the downstairs as she fusses with putting her veggies in the sink and tidying whatever she deems out of place. As they wait for the water to boil, they make idle small talk—the weather’s been nice, Twilight (yes, Twilight) is planning a surprise party for Pinkie Pie, how are the horses?
Once Fluttershy pours tea into cups on a tray and leads them to the den, she takes a timid sip before looking to AJ. “It’s always nice to see you, Applejack. Did you need me to help with something? Is Winona doing okay?” A look of panic flashes across her face and her eyes go wide. “She didn’t get into the horse feed again, did she? Oh dear…I told her only to eat her own food….”
Her brows pull up in concern as she meets AJ’s gaze, who shakes her head with a chuckle. “No, Winona’s alright—she loves the new food”—(“Oh, thank goodness…”)—“I’m actually…I’m here because I had a favor to ask.”
Applejack rubs the back of her neck. Shit, she’s nervous. Thinking about consulting her friends is one thing, but actually doing it is something else entirely.
“Oh?”
AJ grabs her tiny teacup from the tray and blows on the tea, unable to look at Fluttershy. “Uh, yeah—I, uh. I’m goin’ on a date. And I need some advice.”
“A date!” exclaims Flutters, louder than her usual delicate tone as she flashes a grin, her soft blue eyes glittering. “That’s wonderful.”
AJ can feel her ears turning ten shades of pink. “Heh, thanks. I’m stuck on a few things but I think you can help me out.”
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