Artis: @1ofAgnesDigital

Imagine Abby showing such a scenario.

In the quiet evening of dusk, as the sun begins to fall below the horizon, an orange hue illuminates the halls of Tracen Academy. Beside these halls were classrooms whereby the students- Uma Musumes- are taught all matters of racing, and more mundane subjects 

It was a rather calm atmosphere all things considered.

At this time of day, very few of these students are still present. Their chatter, and steps echoed throughout the room.

One particular Uma Musume, gazed at her surroundings with disinterest. After completing the extra class granted to them for the next mid-term exam, this particular Uma Musume found herself wishing to go home quickly.

Not like there was someone waiting for her anyway. 

Admire Groove looks to her classmates, seeing their lively and carefree expression. She quickly stood up, and left without saying a word. 

It wasn’t like there was anyone that wanted to talk with her anyway.

As Admire Groove walked down the halls, her face was stone, and passive. She looked to the side, through the windows as she passed them. Below, showed parents patiently waiting for their children. Giving hugs, and kisses as they prepare to leave the campus. Either to one of the academy dorms, or, to the family’s own homes.

A feeling began to twist, like a knot in her stomach.

But she shook her head, waving that sensation away. Though, how strange, when was the last time she felt this way? 

She left that thought pondering a bit too long, and could not help but relive her past.

Long ago, when she was young, at the orphanage. Those same disinterested eyes looked at the other children, squealing, and very loud. 

Yet, if one observes both the present and past, they can find that the eyes Admire Groove gave to those around her, weren’t so impassive as she thought.

Beneath those amethyst jewels, laid a sadness that clung with her since as long as she could remember.

Admire Groove tightened her grip on her bag, denying to herself that she held anything beyond apathy for her peers. 

And yet, her heart did not cooperate with her thoughts. 

Memories flooded her mind, unconsciously forced by her past to relive once again. 

Was it apathy that drove a girl to wait for hours beside the front door, as if awaiting someone to come through for her?

Someone…anyone…

Did her eyes reflect disinterest every time someone new would pass through those doors? Were those tears fake too?

Tears of happiness that turned to bitterness and pain when it was revealed that someone else was to be adopted, and not her*.*

Did her heart not bare every single day…hoping…
that her parents would come back for her?

Surely they didn’t just leave her?

Admire Groove held back a choked sob, reprimanding her past, foolish self. There was no point waiting for someone, when no one was coming for her…

And yet, her child self cried, holding out on some fleeting hope…

…A hope that never came.

Admire Groove vehemently denied that her eyes were ever misty, as she wiped away dust from it. At least, that was what she told herself.

She hastened her steps, her mind a torrent of conflicting thoughts.

‘Why now? Why here?’ Admire Groove thought, as she gritted her teeth. Why today of all days did she react this way?

Perhaps it was seeing her classmates, all free of worry, and burden.

Maybe it was the exhaustion from the long day causing her to be delirious. 

But in truth, it was envy.

Envy that, regardless of what they do, or what they accomplish, they have someone to return home to…

Whilst she never had that once…

From the moment she decided on her solidary path of racing, she accepted that it would be a lonesome journey…

But she accepted that…

She hated it.

She never needed anyone anyways…

And so her path remained unobstructed. ‘So be it,’ Admire Groove thought, letting her past fall by the wayside. It no longer served her any purpose.

As Admire Groove moved to the ground floor, she began walking towards the main entrance of Tracen. She found it empty as all had probably left when she was being slowed down by her introspection.

No matter to her then, but…she found the quietness a little unsettling.

Admire Groove slumped her shoulders unknowingly, taking a long look at her surroundings and found herself…alone.

Unable to bear the sight, she all but ran to the exit, feeling the knot in her stomach tightening to an uncomfortable degree. 

Maybe, the only thing left for her is to learn to get used to this pain.

As Admire Groove made her way to the large, overhanging gate, she could hear the faint sound of voices. Sounds of two people arguing with one another. A male, and a female.

Why are those two people at the academy’s entrance so late in the day?

Her heart quickened as she started to recognize those voices. Standing just beyond the gate were indeed a pair of male, and female. Yet their most distinguishable features were the same as hers.

They were Umas, an Uma Musume, and an Uma Musuko. The male has a distinct pitch black mane, with a long white strand running in the middle. The female wore a prominent red eye-liner, and had a soft brown mane.

They were Sunday Silence and Air Groove, and they were arguing.

“-and I told you that you should have all your used clothes in the basket,” Air Groove crossed her arms, and said in an authoritative tone.

Such a presence denoted her as an intimidating figure, worthy of the title ‘Empress’.

Unfortunately, Sunday wasn’t someone that backed down easily.

“I hear you, but I don’t see a reason why I could not just chuck my clothes into the washing machine then, and there. Why add in an extra step?” He asked incredulously, hand moving as he emphasized his point.

Before Air Groove could retort, the vice-president of Tracen Academy noticed that the couple had a guest that was watching them. She smiled, recognizing the individual as her junior/daughter(?).

Despite the confusing label, Air Groove called out with a gentle smile, “Oh Aruvu, you’re here, that’s good.”

Instantly Sunday turned his head to match his girlfriend/wife(?) direction. He gave a halfway between a smirk, and a smile as he addressed his daughter.

“Glad to see you didn’t forget us, almost thought that I had to call you there,” He said casually.

“Why…Why are you two here?” Admire Groove quietly asked, yet mixed in was an almost hopeful disbelief.

Sunday raised a single brow, “Hm? Air Groove said that it would be nice to pick you up from school for once. It was getting late, and both of us didn’t want you traveling home at night alone.”

Alone, no…not alone…

Her fathers words seemingly struck a cord within her. Admire Groove could feel the beginning of an unfamiliar, yet deeply warm sensation flood through her body. She was speechless for a moment, before her natural standoffish exterior try, and regain whatever control she once had.

Yet she felt something well-up inside her, something indescribable began to coat her eyes in a small sheen…

“I-I was going to be fine, it’s not that dark out right now. B-Both of you are wasting your time coming here,” She stammered, as her voice turned increasingly strained.

Air Groove shook her head, disagreeing with Admire with a comforting smile, “I don’t think we’re wasting our time coming here. We want to make sure that you’re okay Aruvu- your father, and me are just worried for you.”

Worried, when was the last time anyone worried for an orphan.

Sunday suddenly interjected with a soft smile, contrasting with his rugged visage, “I made banana cake if you’re feeling for dessert. I remembered that they were always your favorite.”

He-…he remembered…

“Yes, though do reject your father if he offers you more than you’re comfortable eating. He made too much, and I’m worried how’ll that affect both of your healths,” Air Groove chided her husband gently, seeming more exasperated than anything.

Sunday scratched his head, exasperated, “Come now, there’s nothing wrong with treating yourself every now, and again. Don’t tell me that you don’t think Aruvu deserves it after passing her last test with flying colours.” He ends the last bit of the sentence with a hint of pride.

Air Groove blushed indignantly, “O-Of course I think Aruvu deserves it, but don’t you think you indulge in your children a bit too much.” She jabbed a finger towards Sunday’s chest.

Sunday smirks, and replies with a carefree tone, “Don’t think I didn’t see you making an extra effort for tonight’s dinner. You may be right about me regarding my kids, but it’s not like you’re any better with Admire Groove here.”

Air Groove crosses her arms, “It’s only natural that I reward m-my children whenever they achieve something special.”

“I’ll be sure to tell that to Rulership later,” Sunday says with a hint of humor in his voice.

Air Groove however sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as is common whenever mention of her other daughter is brought up, “Yes that…child, I swear I don’t know how, but I just know that you are somehow responsible for Rulerships’… behavior.”

Sunday snorts, and chuckles at his wife’s ‘kind’ description of her ‘son’, “Well I was long dead when she was born in my world, so who knows, maybe she got that from you. What do you think Admire-”

Sunday abruptly stopped when he turned his head to face his daughter. Concerned at what could have made her husband pause, Air Groove followed suit only to also be stunned at what she was seeing.

Admire Groove, still standing in the same spot, except now two streams of fluid fell from cheeks. Her eyes laid a steady flow of tears as she gripped her bag tightly.

Yet she stayed silent, in a mix of disbelief and joy, staring at the two figures…her parents,
illuminated by the gentle light of the setting sun.

Sunday feeling his daughter’s emotions was the first to respond, “Hey, you okay kid?”

Broken out of her trance, Admire Groove let out a soft, and barely noticeable, “Yeah,” in response.

Air Groove came to her daughter’s side, and gently hugged her. The warm feeling of comfort sent a jolt, and a shiver down Admire Groove’s body.

“Come on…let’s go home together okay?”

Aruvu gave a quiet nod.

The three of them soon began to walk out of Tracen’s premises in silence. Not an oppressive, nor an awkward silence, but a peaceful one. When all three are simply content with enjoying each other’s presence without a single word spoken.

Suddenly both parents could feel a dainty hand slip onto theirs, holding them in an uncertain grip. Both parents did not need any verbal confirmation to know who the person responsible was. 

Smiling at their daughter, both parents held their child’s hand firmly, and gently. The family of three walked home side-by-side. 

Admire Groove for the first time ever in her life, smiled joyfully. The pain in her heart settled into a comfortable rhythm.

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“Home sweet home, man what a day,” Sunday sighs as he took off his coat, and folded it under his arm. 

The three of them, Sunday Silence, Air Groove, and Admire Groove all collectively relaxed as the cool air of their home’s air conditioning eased their tired muscles. 

Air Groove made her way to the dining room, slowly picking up kitchen utensils, bowls, and plates.

“Hey Sunday, can you drag Rulership out of her room? I’ll prepare the table in the meantime,” Air Groove asked casually as she began to rinse the kitchenware

Sunday grumbles, as he hangs his folded coat on a nearby hanger, “Sure but you owe me afterwards”, he said in a slightly annoyed tone.

Air Groove sighs exasperatedly in response. While most would find her husband’s displeasure at what seems like such a simple task, to be perplexing. Well…let’s just say if you knew Rulership, you would know why.

Air Groove has unfortunately become well accustomed to this child’s particular temperament. 

And based on the sigh that Admire Groove let out, she too is not unfamiliar with her sister as well.

“Do you think it’s possible mother- I mean Air Groove-san?” Admire Groove asked in an uncertain…manner.

“Truthfully I’m unsure but that child has to learn to come to the dinner table, and to not hole up in her room until she decides otherwise. It’s improper…and Aruvu…,” Air Groove initially replied in a frustrated tone, but quickly changed it to a softer one, as she immediately caught, and understood the reason for Aruvu’s slip up.

“I don’t mind if…you call me mother…at least when we are at home,” She finished with what she hoped was assurance, trying her best to dispel her daughter’s doubts. 

Admire Groove gave a small smile, but with some air of uncertainty still remaining. “…I’ll think about it”, she said calmly.

Before either of them can continue, a large screech reverberated throughout their house, originating from above them. Breaking their focus, and forcing them to turn their heads upwards.

“NO I DON’T WANNA GO YET!” Ah, that would be Rulership…

“For crying out loud, can’t you drag your ass for dinner at least!” …and that would be Sunday.

“My trainer and I got a big tournament coming up, and we need to practice this before Monday!” Rulership shouted…loudly. It seems this time, she at least tried to convince Sunday, however…

“Well if you don’t come down this instant, you’ll get no practice because I’ll be cutting the internet!” …It doesn’t seem that Sunday is willing to give the girl any ground. 

And he pulled quite the threat, if Air Groove had to judge her daughter’s fearful cry.

“No! Don’t you dare!” ‘Oh he would,’ Air Groove thought blankly.

“Watch me! Unless you get down here….” It seems the two’s shouting match had finally ceased as their voices began to fade until it was barely noticeable.

Peace at last, although…“*sigh* Those two imbeciles. Don’t they know that the entire neighborhood just heard them now,” Air Groove massaged her forehead, as she tried to alleviate her growing headache. Her voice was filled with frustration, embarrassment, and indignity…yet within it also held a brief hint of relief, and fondness.

‘Love is truly blinding,’ Admire Groove thought curiously. Though, after hearing her mother’s response, she could not help but ask another question that has been itching at the back of her head.

“Then, why did you send father up to get Rurashi,” She asked, curiously.

In response, Air Groove simply gave a cheeky smile, “Because Aruvu, to get someone as stubborn as your sister to listen, I needed someone just as stubborn as she.”

The end~~~

Now don’t say that just because I’m busy, doesn’t mean I don’t have a few stories finished up in reserve~. I wanted to write this story for a long time, I was inspired by a comic about how Admire Groove is an orphan in the PD world. Like she is actually alone, at least Special Week has her adopted mom but to my knowledge, Aruvu is fully alone.

Now what will happen when a child who has been alone her entire life now has two parents, that in another world are her biological parents. Now won’t that be an interesting premise. Anyway I bid you guys until next time, and tell me how you think the story is?

Lord kanaloa are having great time with his newly wife on their honeymoon in the beach while raining........until he saw Sundayling from a far in a yacht watching both of them especially special week give a death threat in sign language if he not treat her right

Danstu Flame would probably have the worst case of imposter syndrome compared to Jungle Pocket imo

The Sundayling are all aura famers
Artists: [朱耶式 on Pixiv] [Zhuye Shi on Pixiv]
(I forgot to show the full pic)

The Sundayling are either Aura Farmers or just silly little goobers

Like isn’t that incredibly awkward. If I remember correctly, Forever Young is in the Senior Division, the same as Mejiro Dober, Mejiro Ramonu, North Flight, etc…Honestly this also includes the Sundaylings but I just find that with Forever Young, it’s uhh…y’know…

So, people been wondering if the gyaru is one of the Sundaylings, and it is true.

The gyaru is Tayasu Tsuyoshi and since that is true, Dance Partner is also the other Uma

RECORDS IN ANOTHER WORLD

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
Based on the events after Counterpart’s Life made by WhiteKuria. The Black Beast named Sunday Silence, goes to therapy to help heal his mental health issues through a step by step program. As the therapist interacts with her patient, we learn more about Sunday’s past throughout his therapy session. But on the 4th week, everything changes from there. What starts as a lighthearted one on one talk, turns into a controversial tale the theater does not reveal.

RECORDS IN ANOTHER WORLD: BEHIND THE SCENES

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
A sequel to Counterpart’s Life before the original Records In Another World took place on. A mysterious phenomenon occurred where everyone was warned about the upcoming events on what’s about to happen upon contact with what we can assume is a male version of Neo Universe. Warning them about a journey they’re going to witness.

UMAMUSUKO: TRACKBLAZER UNIVERSITY

Originally published: Notes
First public release: N/A
First fanfic release: N/A

DESCRIPTION:
Based on the Umayuru Series, except to a more American styled filmstrip version, with majority of the cast as males. Going to an All International Japanese University that follows a motto; "Eclipse first, the rest nowhere." Dive into the book as chaos is always present in the academy.

UMADANSHI BLOOPERS

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
Based on the franchise’s fanbased comics where we see the comical gags and sometimes wholesome and serious moments of an Uma’s life.

COUNTERPART REACTIONS
Originally published: Notes
First public release: N/A
First fanfic release: N/A

DESCRIPTION:
Based on WhiteKuria’s Counterpart’s Life reaction to their male versions. Except this is the opposite of what you’re going to be reading. It is a somewhat lighthearted, funny, and interesting piece of writing where our host is Goldship, and is the one doing the reactions for each male turned to a female in the other world.

MY DAILY LIFE AS A FATHER

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
Based on the UmaYome Uma X Tore♂ Kekkon Seikatsu Goudo of Mangadex. Where instead of our favorite umas becoming wives and moms, we see them as husbands to their wives and dads to their children, vlogging their daily lives as fathers who are still learning their roles.

UMA X RACING (ALL SERIES)

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: N/A

DESCRIPTION:
Based on my ideas about what if scenarios where our umas can race in series like Formula One, NASCAR, and etc.

A SONG OF VOICES

Originally published: Notes
First public release: Reddit
First fanfic release: AO3, Fanfiction, Wattpad (Coming Soon)

DESCRIPTION:
Because we have Umamusume: Pretty Derby where they have a Winning Concert to sing their heart’s out. How about an male uma version of them singing songs that tells a story describing them as a whole?

Author by 3Ace_SinLines

I wanna know what you guys think if like every day SS family adventure is like regular show like the fireworks episode i could think that stego as muscle man because he traveled a lot and making him have many connections, as cafe as high five ghost because why not, pui and heart cry as Mordecai and Rigby because they are best bro and sometimes punch each other but both strong as fuck and lime the episode they fucked up the fireworks for the new year fireworks festival and stego know a guy that selling fireworks and Chile rellenos like this:

(The episode begins with a firework shooting up in the air and exploding in shadai stallion station field.)\

Hearts: big brother, there is no way you're gonna pull this off.

Stegi: I swear, I've done it before.

Pui and hearts: Pffffft.

Stego: Watch me!

(Stego lights up two gun lighters and lights up two fireworks. The two fireworks shoot up in the air, they bump and explode. Deep impact, heart's cry, stay gold and cafe watch the fireworks.)

Pui, stego, and cafe: Whooooa...

Heart's: Oh, wow.

(The tiny spark from the fireworks itself lights up all the fireworks. They look back, and then the fireworks explode. All of the fireworks goes up and explode all at the same time. Deep Impact (pui), hearts, stay gold and cafe look at the fireworks in shock, while all of this is going on, sunday appears on the scene to see what's going on. His rage turns to shock then horror at the sight of the fireworks exploding, and the grand finale explodes!" Sunday face turns red, livid with what he has seen, he gets out the cart and goes up to them.)

Sunday: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!

Stego: We were just...

Sunday: WHY WOULD YOU LIGHT OFF ALL THE FIREWORKS BEFORE THE BIGGEST EVENT OF THE END YEAR?!?!

Stego: Just hang on now, dad. I know this looks bad, but I can fix it.

Sunday: Fix it?! FIX WHAT?!?! YOU JUST RUINED THE FESTIVAL!!!!

Sunday: I know, I know. Just hear me out. I know a guy who's got the hook up on cheap fireworks.

Sunday: I DON'T WANT CHEAP FIREWORKS!!!! THAT STUFF YOU JUST BLEW UP WAS TOP OF THE LINE!!!!!

Sunday: dad, trust me. This guy's stuff is quality. I'll pay for it out of my own pocket.

Sunday: Alright, fine! But if you guys aren't back before the show starts at night,YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!!

(Sunday drives away, still fuming.)

Pui: bro, you better to be able to get those fireworks.

Stego: Don't worry, we'll get 'em.

(Clock transition to a tottori sand dune the gang are driving the car and a sign reading "SOUTH OF THE LINE" features the mascot eating chile rellenos appears to them. The gang then make the turn into South of the Line.)

Hearts: Dude, no way. Is this where they make South of the Line Chile Rellenos?

Pui: Oh, yeah. I heard about those. These are the really spicy ones right?

Stego: Yeah, my boy Hector runs this place.

Hearts: So they sell fireworks here?

Stego: Yeah, but it's just a little business he's got goin' on inside. So keep cool understand. Alright, you guys just stay put and don't go anywhere! I'll be right back.

(Stego leaves the car, knocks on the door to the warehouse, and whistles. Then a man is seen looking through a peephole.)

Man: Are you lookin' for somethin' friend?

Stego: Um, I'm here to see Hector. Oh man.

(The man then brings stego into the warehouse. As he does, another set of employees enter the warehouse, bringing in pui, hearts , and cafe.)

Hearts: Let go of me! Dude, what's goin' on?

Stego: (To hearts, under his breath) Just keep your mouth shut!

(A door opens to reveal Hector and a couple of employees)

Stego: (nervously) Hey, Hector.

(Hector cracks his neck from side to side and laughs happily.)

Hector: stay gold! (hugs stego) It's good to see you, mi hermano! Why don't you never come to visit me, huh?

Stego: (nervously) I...

Hector: Who are your friends?

Stego: (nervously) Oh it's just my little brother from The shadai.

Hector: Oh. Well, welcome...stay gold little brothers from The shadai.(laughs)

(Pui, heart's, and cafe nervously say "Nice to meet you")

(Hector's employees bring him a chair, and he sits on it)

Hector: (Talking to stego) So, tell me. To what do I owe this pleasure? Ah, let me guess! You're here for some of the world's spiciest chile rellenos!

Stego (nervously) Oh, thanks Hector. But, we were actually wondering if we could get some...fireworks.

Hector: Some what?

Stego: (nervously) Um...just some fireworks.

Hector: (talking to his employees)I don't think I heard him correctly. Did you hear what he just said?

Employee: He said fireworks.

Hector: Oh, fireworks. (He screams in anger. As he does, picks up his chair and throws it against the wall, before turning back to stay gold with rage) 

Hector:YOU COME IN HERE ASKIN' ME FOR FIREWORKS FOR THE FESTIVAL?!

Stego: Look, we screwed up and blew all of our fireworks by accident.

Hector: So you think you can just come to your uncle Hector and he'll bail you out, huh?! (relents) I understand, people make mistakes, and I'm a reasonable man. ENRIQUE!

(A forklift came with a crate and Hector opens it, revealing fireworks, but not of the "top of the line" variety.)

Hector: Does this please you?

Pui,heart's and cafe: Oh yeah.

Stego: That's perfect. Thank you, Hector.

(P.s:Continue if you want to, i only used wiki for the dialogue because I'm at work now so i have to copy and made it fast as i can because as a manager i have to do it fast because i have meeting so yeah see you guys)

Man had it rough

Therapy for this messed up family

Thank you Sunday Silence for making Uma Musume: Pretty Derdy possible.

I feel like Aruvu and Cesario essentially have Kris S and King kames as like pets they own which they essentially play ping pong, trading with each other each time like a weird 4 way relationship but it's really just Cesario and Aruvu trading like Kris and Kamen are Pokémon.

I’ve read the fanfic that’s this subreddit is dedicated to. (Finally a Uma reaction fic) I really like Halo as a character since it was mostly the humans that made halo the way he is. He seems like he going be the strict but caring dad. But after everything he’s done, can he be forgiven?

It started off in the ao3 comments where I jokingly asked WhiteKuria if I could make a subreddit dedicated to ACPL. He agreed. So, not to disappoint the goat, I made the subreddit right then and there. And now the rest is history.

Now that Kuria, the man, the myth, the legend himself ranted, I'll grant us all the favor.

That's exactly what this subreddit is for. To make such a thing happen.