Avery

@Sparklefan1234 @ExplosionMare @Clawdeen (hey guys, don’t worry I’m still RPing with you all, but I’m im officially back from out of state, I will make a post tomorrow to resume our fun RP together!)

It would be either a Doberman or Orcas. Doberman are known for their loyalty and pride. Orcas are known for moving in a pods rather in solidarity, strength and endurance.

Just got the Addams siblings outfit so me and my sister can match together!

Not clowns from space?

A little weirded because while at church, I sat down next to this girl who just kept giving me side eyes, staring and looking at my direction, like analyzing me.. while smiling. I was like It felt like the longest 30 mins of awkwardness.

Hm, that’s a good question—how does one truly let go? The more I think about it, the more I realize I never really wanted to. A friend once told me it’s as if I’m waiting for someone else to give me permission to release the rope. My hands still cling tightly, even when the storm has already passed and the sea is calm.

Quillhelm jumped at Luna’s booming voice, eyes wide. “Zoinks! Looks like no anemia for me—my heart’s pumping enough to light a lighthouse.” He gave Viola’s back a casual tap with his hoof. He shot Viola a flat look. “Happy now, Miss Nightshift?” Everyone was aboard the train now, busy with greetings and introductions. Quillhelm, meanwhile, was still processing the fact that he’d been hauled onto the carriage by a giant bird. He shook his head, then glanced over at the newcomers with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. @Sparklefan1234 “Trixie’s ego isn’t just big, it’s a local landmark.”

Quillhelm snorted and turned to @Clawdeen “Look at Viola—she’s got the face of someone who’s only met daylight once in her life.” Quillhelm’s eyes darted back and forth as Pencil and Wind poked at each other’s snouts like squabbling foals. He leaned back slightly, trying to stay out of it—until Pencil suddenly booped him right on the nose. He blinked, “…Shouldn’t have stuck my nose where it didn’t belong.” Quillhelm glanced at group, then at the distant tracks, then back again. His face stayed perfectly flat, but his tone carried that faint edge of sarcasm. “Well, good news. There’s a train coming. Bad news… we’re supposed to be on it.” He stood, brushing crumbs off his coat, and gestured vaguely toward the tracks. “So unless one of you’s hiding wings big enough for all of us, I suggest we do the revolutionary thing… called running.”

Quillhelm chuckled at the strange device. “Funny… looks like a fancier version of what we used to call a newspaper.“

My “natural enemy” would probably be anything that embodies chaos without purpose or authority without integrity. I thrive in environments with mission, order, and loyalty, so I hate anything (or someone) that’s unstructured, disloyal, manipulative, or aimless. Such as– someone who shifts alliances purely for gain, never standing for anything– a force that pulls people off course with no destination in mind– or a leader who wears the uniform or medals but has no honor

Yesterday actually, I went out to bowling, and the best part was they were playing “Dancing Queen” and I was like “yeah that’s my jam” and got a strike. Then the song “Girls Just Want To Have Fun”, another song i could vibe with and got another strike. Plus they were showing “Nacho Libre” what a treat to bowl and watch one of my favorite movie!

Damn…That’s so metal🔥

I hope everything goes well for you Clawdeen, and that all the result will come out good too.

Quillhelm, ever the dependable bartender, pulled a bottle of water from his bag and handed it to Twilight Sparkle. “Alright, Princess— put some sparkle in it for my customer.”

Quillhelm smirked, giving the faintest shake of his head, arrogance still firmly in place among the group. “If I’d known sooner, I’d have brought champagne—since we’re apparently throwing a party!”

Quillhelm let out a quiet snort, barely holding back a smirk. “Yea, sureeee. Here.” He plucked the nearest rabbit from the bushes by the scruff and tossed it toward Izzy. “Here’s the gerbil you ordered, kid.” “Go see Wind Walker—she’ll lend you some bits to buy what you need.”

I don’t think you ever misgender me, Sparkle. But even if you did, i won’t be offended . ————————— My older sister and I took the “Which Wednesday character are you?” quiz. Funny enough, she got Wednesday, and I got Pugsley. Out of all the characters, we ended up with the siblings—which fits us perfectly. My sister definitely has that Wednesday vibe, and I’m her goofy little brother. An old friend used to call us the “siblings of horror,” so I thought this was a pretty funny coincidence.

Last night, I dreamed about my job—but in the dream, I was going through orientation with a group of newbies, and we were assigned to run the bar as mixologists. It felt strange. There was an older man acting as our mentor, but he didn’t seem to notice me. I didn’t mind, though, since I was focused on the alcohol side of things. The whole scene moved in slow motion, heavy and almost suffocating. Then a new guy walked in, the kind of confident, popular type you’d expect to be a CEO. He shared my name. Everyone around him welcomed him warmly, drawn to his charm and presence. I just stood there, quietly rolling my eyes as I carried on with the drinks. Which seemed like a small moment of solidarity for me, just before I woke up. i think it was trying to tell me.. don’t fall into an old habit.. no matter what happens.

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Going back listening to some old music from my childhood

I’m not sure… I woke up feeling off today. Realizing you’re rotting away in this lifestyle.. maybe it’s because of my upcoming job—the reality is hitting harder now. Just the thought of going back to work for the same place that nearly sent my drinking habit spiraling… it’s rough. But what can you do? The bills still need to be paid.

Quillhelm raised his eyebrows, fresh from the coastal winds of Horseshoe Bay, unsure if this pony was serious or just fishing for a reaction. He cleared his throat, straightened like he was about to address the Naval High Command… and then, in a flat, steady tone, began: 🎵 “If you want to know… I’ll tell you… what a hand iiiis… It’s like a hoof… but sneakier… It grabs things, it points things, and occasionally waves… And if you meet one in the wild— Best to shake it before it shakes you…” 🎵 (I can’t help myself with this whole The Thing joke )

@ExplosionMare Quillhelm gave a small nod at Pencil’s introduction. “Quillhelm,” he said simply. “And no, I don’t hand out cookies—before you even ask.” Quillhelm had the radio humming while he crunched through a bag of chips, half-listening to their conversation.

Hand sign language for “thank you, kind stranger.” As for Sparklefan Wanna me to knock you off cold or take your phone away?

Oh boy… Japan. I landed in Osaka after a grueling 12-hour flight from the US, already stressed from the journey and under the effects of my anxiety medication. I was not at my best. Everywhere I turned, it was packed—pure chaos with rush-hour crowds in every direction. Trying to navigate to the right station and figure out how their entire transit system worked only added to my anxiety. So, imagine being medicated for anxiety yet thrown straight into culture shock—it was far from an ideal experience. When we finally arrived at our destination, I completely crashed until the next morning… but that rest was cut short when we had to wake up at 4 a.m. I was grumpy for the entire two-day Japan trip. It got so bad that, while I was trying to sleep, I thought I could hear crowds talking—but it was all in my head. That’s how high my stress level was. Honestly, it left a pretty sour impression of Japan for me.