I’ve thought about this in the past. I’d post something very unlike me, like “HATE peanut butter, omg! Everyone is obsessed with it!! Let it fucking be known that Lexxi will never eat this shit ever again! Please spread the word, assholes.” Then read the first letter of each sentence.
When Sunset had heard that Hat Island was the best place to get anything related to evil, she figured that she could maybe make a quick stop there. After all, if she wanted to figure out who was doing this and get a little revenge, she’d definitely have to up her game.
Now here she was, sitting in the lobby, waiting for her name to be called. She sensed something… but what she didn’t know. At least, she didn’t until it tackled her from behind.
She let out a loud shout and a groan as she felt herself hit the ground, hard, saying “Oooowww… didn’t know we were playing a game.” She looked up at her tackler, and and then her eyes shot back to the magazine she was reading beforehand, and then back to the woman. She was on the page. And for sale no less.
“I… I take it you’re Demencia?”
Demencia clasped her hands together and shook them in the air for a moment as if she was proclaiming to a non-existent audience that she had won their game– even if she had been the only one in the know about it. Either way, she won!
At her name, she springs forwards a step, and gives an all-too enthusiastic nod, a big grin on her face. “You take it right!” She pauses, figuring out that that makes no sense after a second. “I mean– Yeah, that’s me!”
“Who are you supposed to be?” She gives Sunset a not-so-gentle poke to the shoulder after the question, her brows raising. “I mean, you’re obviously like a villain, since you’re here, but I mean, what’s your name?”
Sunset let out a groan as she stood up from the floor, popping her back as she said, “Sunset Shimmer. Not very villainous but it’s my name.” She cracked her neck once, asking “So how long is the wait? I made an appointment for today, but no one has called me in yet and it’s been almost two hours.”
i will invade your inbox // im’s // discord etc for plots // headcanon’s // and general yelling about our ship.
i will tag you in gifsets // images // posts that remind me of our ship.
i will send you almost every meme you reblog // pop into your ask IC spontaneously.
i will get on your nerves eventually but that’s fine we’re fine it’s fine.
i won’t force anything on you that you’re not comfortable with and will always discuss any uncomfortable // triggering subjects with you. because as my rp partner and friend i respect you and your boundaries.
“Look, I’m just gonna clear something up. I have a lot of partners, romantic and sexual, and one of the first things I let them know about is Dominator. She is and always will be my number one, no matter. I love all of my partners, but Dom… she’s special. She’s in a class all her own. I’d go to the edge of the galaxy and blow up every star and planet along the way for her. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love Demencia, because I do.
Besides, Dem and I have discussed this before. She doesn’t mind that I have my thing for Dominator, just like I don’t mind that she has her thing for Black Hat. I really don’t. You love who you love, and I can’t stop it. Dominator is my Black Hat, and if she ever has a problem with that, then all we have to do is talk about it.
Besides, I have a feeling that if they met, Dominator and Demencia would get along just fine. And now that I think about it, the three of us totally need to have a movie night. What say you ladies?”