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halfamoonTitle: Rise of the Drama Lama Queen
Dedicated To: My beloved J. I told you I'd write you something for Drama Lama, baby! <3
Fandom: Original
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: OCs
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Bo Peep just doesn't understand her daughter.
Word Count: 1,054
Written For: Half A Moon 2023 Day 2: Playing Games and Fannish 50 13. Stuffed Animals
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Author's Note: Sparkle/Drama Lama is based loosely on Bonnie.
They thought she was playing games, but nothing could be further from the truth. She had grown up in this poor, little, feeble excuse for a meadow with water miles away and flowers that refused to grow right. She had been ridiculed by the other sheep her entire life, but now that she was growing older, she was beginning to realize she didn't need them. She didn't need the flock. She might need the shepherd, at least once in a while when her brightly colored wool grew too thick. Just like the fabled Joseph and his coat of many colors, she had been born with extra colors in her wool, but while the other sheep ridiculed her for looking so strange and different, she had come to peace with her reflection. Her mouth and ears may be too long, her neck too, but the colors of her wool were beautiful.
She heard the thumping and rolling of the nearby rocks and began to jerk her head and shake her booty again. She heard her mother wearily moan, "There she goes again!", and jumped around to face her. Lowering the front half of her body, she raised her bum and shook her brilliantly colored wool as fast as she could. Her baby sister squealed with laughter and clapped her front hooves together enthusiastically, but quieted down underneath their mother's stern expression. "Won't you do something about her, Rammstein?"
Her father swallowed his cud hard and looked as though it might erupt back up his throat rather than dividing properly on its way to his four stomachs. "Me?" he asked, his tail giving a single flop and his voice pitching a little higher than normal. "Why me?"
"You are her father!" Bo Peep declared.
"But, Peep, baby," he tried to console her, nervously shifting his gaze between mother and daughter. "She's just having fun!"
Bo Peep lifted her black nose into the Spring air. "Some fun, that is! Shaking her booty like that! it's unheard of!"
"It's all the rage in the young lambs, Momma," the youngest of their family piped up again.
Bo Peep glanced over to where the lambs were playing so far away in the meadow that they were practically in another field altogether. "That's a different kind of dance, Peeplet, and a different type of fun as well. They are our babies. It's time for your sister to be an adult." She lifted her head and looked pointedly at her eldest daughter. "It's time for her to pick out a nice, strong ram like her father and settle down to have little lambs like you and chew the cud."
"I'M NEVER SETTLING DOWN!" She sprang, kicking up her hind heels, and landed directly in front of her baby sister. She turned and wagged her tail in her face, making little Peeplet shrill with laughter again and clap her hooves with joy. She couldn't remember ever being so happy as a young lamb. There had always been scarce grass and hard times, but she wanted her baby sister to be able to be genuinely happy and have actual fun. She never wanted her to feel the same way she had for so very long, unliked, unloved, and unwanted. It didn't matter who wanted her now or who loved her, because she liked herself!
Peeplet grasped her bouncing, colorful tail in her mouth. She wasn't hard at all, and it kind of tickled as she continued to dance before springing away again, kicking up both her front and hind hooves. Peeplet laughed and laughed, her laughter music to her big sister's long, floppy ears and encouraging her to have even more fun and dance harder. She pushed her rear end up even higher into the air, bouncing from the tip of her nose all the way through each of her four hooves. Her hooves didn't have the same flavorful coloring of her wool, but perhaps she could paint them with some berries? She'd found berries once or twice a couple of times in the furthest reaches of their poor meadow. They tasted a little sweet, but they were often so colorful. She might not be able to paint her hooves to match her fur, but she could certainly make them brighter and more joyful.
"Honestly, Sparkle," her mother drolled through a mouthful of grass, "that is so demeaning -- "
"What's demeaning is never having any fun!" she exclaimed, jumping to in front of her mother, whirling around, and shaking her butt right at her. Her mother had always been so boring and never liked anyone having any fun.
"SPARKLE!" her father blatted out at the top of his voice. She whirled to look at him, surprised because he never raised his voice to her no matter how much her mother complained. She was even more shocked to find him lowering his horns straight at her! "YOU WILL NOT DISRESPECT YOUR MOTHER IN THAT MANNER!"
"Okay, Dad!" she agreed, quickly recovering before her parents could see that their disapproval did, in fact, bother her. She only wanted to have fun after all! It made her feel better about herself, and it showed the whole world, or at least their boring part of it, that she didn't care what anyone else thought about her. She bounced away to a safe distance before beginning to shake her butt again. "But I'm not Sparkle!" she declared. "I'm the Drama Lama Queen!" Actually, she was finally free of drama, and she would be even more free once Peeplet was grown and the newly renamed Drama Lama Queen was able to leave all of this behind and search for another home for herself, a home that welcomed those with differences, that embraced fun and dancing, and most of all, did not snide or sneer at one because of the color of their wool.
But for now, she just shook her butt, ignored her mother's complaints, and rolled her eyes and grinned at her father's grumble of, "It's just a phrase, Bo. She'll grow out of it." She'd never grow out of being free, of dancing, or, and most of all, of being herself! She was the Drama Lama Queen, because she ruled the drama, rather than allowing it to rule her! Nobody, sheep or man, would ever get her down again!
The End
Dedicated To: My beloved J. I told you I'd write you something for Drama Lama, baby! <3
Fandom: Original
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: OCs
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Bo Peep just doesn't understand her daughter.
Word Count: 1,054
Written For: Half A Moon 2023 Day 2: Playing Games and Fannish 50 13. Stuffed Animals
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Author's Note: Sparkle/Drama Lama is based loosely on Bonnie.
They thought she was playing games, but nothing could be further from the truth. She had grown up in this poor, little, feeble excuse for a meadow with water miles away and flowers that refused to grow right. She had been ridiculed by the other sheep her entire life, but now that she was growing older, she was beginning to realize she didn't need them. She didn't need the flock. She might need the shepherd, at least once in a while when her brightly colored wool grew too thick. Just like the fabled Joseph and his coat of many colors, she had been born with extra colors in her wool, but while the other sheep ridiculed her for looking so strange and different, she had come to peace with her reflection. Her mouth and ears may be too long, her neck too, but the colors of her wool were beautiful.
She heard the thumping and rolling of the nearby rocks and began to jerk her head and shake her booty again. She heard her mother wearily moan, "There she goes again!", and jumped around to face her. Lowering the front half of her body, she raised her bum and shook her brilliantly colored wool as fast as she could. Her baby sister squealed with laughter and clapped her front hooves together enthusiastically, but quieted down underneath their mother's stern expression. "Won't you do something about her, Rammstein?"
Her father swallowed his cud hard and looked as though it might erupt back up his throat rather than dividing properly on its way to his four stomachs. "Me?" he asked, his tail giving a single flop and his voice pitching a little higher than normal. "Why me?"
"You are her father!" Bo Peep declared.
"But, Peep, baby," he tried to console her, nervously shifting his gaze between mother and daughter. "She's just having fun!"
Bo Peep lifted her black nose into the Spring air. "Some fun, that is! Shaking her booty like that! it's unheard of!"
"It's all the rage in the young lambs, Momma," the youngest of their family piped up again.
Bo Peep glanced over to where the lambs were playing so far away in the meadow that they were practically in another field altogether. "That's a different kind of dance, Peeplet, and a different type of fun as well. They are our babies. It's time for your sister to be an adult." She lifted her head and looked pointedly at her eldest daughter. "It's time for her to pick out a nice, strong ram like her father and settle down to have little lambs like you and chew the cud."
"I'M NEVER SETTLING DOWN!" She sprang, kicking up her hind heels, and landed directly in front of her baby sister. She turned and wagged her tail in her face, making little Peeplet shrill with laughter again and clap her hooves with joy. She couldn't remember ever being so happy as a young lamb. There had always been scarce grass and hard times, but she wanted her baby sister to be able to be genuinely happy and have actual fun. She never wanted her to feel the same way she had for so very long, unliked, unloved, and unwanted. It didn't matter who wanted her now or who loved her, because she liked herself!
Peeplet grasped her bouncing, colorful tail in her mouth. She wasn't hard at all, and it kind of tickled as she continued to dance before springing away again, kicking up both her front and hind hooves. Peeplet laughed and laughed, her laughter music to her big sister's long, floppy ears and encouraging her to have even more fun and dance harder. She pushed her rear end up even higher into the air, bouncing from the tip of her nose all the way through each of her four hooves. Her hooves didn't have the same flavorful coloring of her wool, but perhaps she could paint them with some berries? She'd found berries once or twice a couple of times in the furthest reaches of their poor meadow. They tasted a little sweet, but they were often so colorful. She might not be able to paint her hooves to match her fur, but she could certainly make them brighter and more joyful.
"Honestly, Sparkle," her mother drolled through a mouthful of grass, "that is so demeaning -- "
"What's demeaning is never having any fun!" she exclaimed, jumping to in front of her mother, whirling around, and shaking her butt right at her. Her mother had always been so boring and never liked anyone having any fun.
"SPARKLE!" her father blatted out at the top of his voice. She whirled to look at him, surprised because he never raised his voice to her no matter how much her mother complained. She was even more shocked to find him lowering his horns straight at her! "YOU WILL NOT DISRESPECT YOUR MOTHER IN THAT MANNER!"
"Okay, Dad!" she agreed, quickly recovering before her parents could see that their disapproval did, in fact, bother her. She only wanted to have fun after all! It made her feel better about herself, and it showed the whole world, or at least their boring part of it, that she didn't care what anyone else thought about her. She bounced away to a safe distance before beginning to shake her butt again. "But I'm not Sparkle!" she declared. "I'm the Drama Lama Queen!" Actually, she was finally free of drama, and she would be even more free once Peeplet was grown and the newly renamed Drama Lama Queen was able to leave all of this behind and search for another home for herself, a home that welcomed those with differences, that embraced fun and dancing, and most of all, did not snide or sneer at one because of the color of their wool.
But for now, she just shook her butt, ignored her mother's complaints, and rolled her eyes and grinned at her father's grumble of, "It's just a phrase, Bo. She'll grow out of it." She'd never grow out of being free, of dancing, or, and most of all, of being herself! She was the Drama Lama Queen, because she ruled the drama, rather than allowing it to rule her! Nobody, sheep or man, would ever get her down again!
The End
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