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what if springtrap somehow had enough of his voice box intact to be able to sing to you. would that be crazy or what. his voice wouldn’t be the prettiest, but it would be dark and deep and gentle all at the same time. Imagine having a difficult time falling asleep, and although he’s insecure about his voice he’d sing you your favorite song to help you relax. Imagine if he lets you sit in his lap with him stroking your hair while you rest your head on his chest and nod off to the sound of his voice. Would that be bonkers or what lmao
what if oi strangled you., right now.
#STOP IT-#HOUUUUGH NO NOOOOOOO NOT THE DEEP VOICE ANYTHING BUT THE DEEP VOICE#I CAN FEEL MYSELF. SLIPPING#AAAAAAOOO#OH GOD#ANON WHAT HAVE YOU DONE#WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#SINGING AS A FORM OF INTIMACY........YOU'RE CRAZY#spacie splains#IM GONNA VOMIT FOR ACTUALLY#save#what? nopony did anything
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MLP Drabble #5 - Chess
Starring: Twi, AJ, Shy, Pinkie
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Twilight had been sitting in the corner by herself for about thirty minutes now, wide-eyed and staring at the chessboard atop a nearby table.
“Wow,” she said for the fifth time in two minutes. “Wow.”
Sitting a few ways away, a concerned Applejack and Fluttershy observed her, whispering amongst each other.
“Look at her,” said the farmer. “I’ve never seen her like this.”
Fluttershy gulped. “I know… Rarity really did… a good job…?”
Applejack laughed. “Good job? She wiped the floor with Twilight’s flank over and over! I’ve never seen anything like it. And how she bragged about it! Worse sore winner I’ve since I played ring toss with AB, I’m tellin’ you.”
“She did read that book about chess, though,” Fluttershy reminded her. “To impress Twilight.”
“Impress her?” Applejack shook her head. “Think she might’a overdone it there, sugarcube. She went and humiliated Twilight, and you know Twilight hates losing at her smart games.”
Fluttershy gasped. “You don’t think this will be bad for their relationship, do you?”
Applejack shrugged. “It won’t.” She paused. “...Probably.” At Fluttershy’s ‘eep’, Applejack nudged her over towards Twilight. “Come on, we oughta check up on her.”
They trotted over to their friend, still staring at the chessboard.
“Twi?” Applejack asked. “You doin’ alright?”
“She beat me,” Twilight said, not an ounce of emotion on her voice.
Applejack cleared her throat. “We saw, sugar—”
“She destroyed me. We played seven games, and she won at all of them faster than I could even do something about it.” A pause. “The only ponies I’ve ever lost a game of chess to are Princess Celestia and Pinkie. I…” Her wide eyes met Applejack’s. “This changes things.”
“It does?” Fluttershy asked, a hint of terror in her voice. “Changes what? Not your relationship with Rarity, right?”
“That’s exactly what it changes,” Twilight said quietly.
While Fluttershy practically fainted, Applejack laughed nervously and patted Twilight’s shoulders. “Now, now, sugarcube, let’s not make any rash decisions over a game.”
For the first time, Twilight showed some emotion, frowning. “...You’re right,” she said, meditatively. “Marrying her this week might be a bit too soon.”
One, two, three seconds paused.
“‘Scuse me?” asked Applejack.
Fluttershy blinked at Twilight, flabbergasted. “Marry her?! Because she… beat you at chess?”
“Beat me?!” said Twilight, and the confusion of her friends tripled when her face melted into the definition of smitten and she dreamily corrected, “She demolished me. It was incredible.”
Before either Applejack or Fluttershy could say anything, Pinkie walked in looking worse for wear. As shocked and wide-eyed as Twilight had been earlier, and with a mane as deflated as her entire aura, Pinkie took five steps forward and then fell onto her hindlegs.
“Wow,” she said.
“What’s wrong with you?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie could barely speak. “Rar… Rarity and I played chess.”
“You did?” asked Twilight, the smitten eyes completely alert, hinging on the answer to her next question. “Did you win? Nopony has ever beaten you. You must have won… Right?”
Pinkie shook her head. “I lost,” she said. “I lost every single time, and one I lost even before I made my first move.”
“Oh my stars,” whispered Twilight.
Seconds later, it was Fluttershy who spoke, or yelped rather, Twilight levitating her into the air as she walked towards the room’s exit.
“T-Twilight?!”
“I’m sorry, Fluttershy,” Twilight said, “but I need your help picking rings for my wedding next month.”
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Afterparty Chapter 4: Sunset
Words: 3,226
Pairing: SunDash
Rating: T
Warnings: Talk of excessive drinking, mentions of sex
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With twenty minutes to work with, Sunset had just enough time to grab milkshakes from Sugar Cube Corner and make it in time to watch Twilight step out of the statue’s base. They didn’t say anything at first, didn’t even greet each other. Sunset just handed Twilight her vanilla shake and they both sat on the stairs leading up to Canterlot High, each of them sipping silently.
Sunset got through half of her shake before Twilight finally spoke. “So, Rainbow Dash huh?”
“Yep.” Sunset had a million questions running through her head, but could only manage that one word. This was already so awkward and she was sure that anything she said would only make it worse.
Twilight seemed to be stuck in her head too. She had that scrunched up look she’d often get when she’d been trying to write the musical counter-spell during the whole battle of the bands fiasco. Sunset couldn’t help but smile at it. She’d missed the princess, and more than that, was grateful she was taking this so seriously.
She rose out of her thinking haze suddenly, back straightening and voice taking on a strict, teacher-like tone. The voice she usually used when lecturing someone. Sunset remembered it vividly from her first encounter with Twilight. “So!” She raised a hand and a finger along with it. What was this? Super lecture mode? “I do have some experience with friendships… uh developing like this. Into romantic relationships. You’d still do better talking to Cadance of course but I’ll-“
“Wait, you do?” Sunset cringed into herself. One of her most insistently poking questions burst out of her. “Please tell me you aren’t dating your Rainbow Dash and this isn’t… super awkward.”
Twilight gaped for a second, rapid blinking completing the dumbfounded look. “Rainbow Dash and me?” She recoiled a little where she sat. “Inconceivable really. We’re great friends but I think our way of communicating wouldn’t work in a romantic context.” She finally seemed to relax a little and Sunset watched a blush creep up her face. “No uh… Rarity and I haven’t told many ponies but… we’ve been together for about a month now? Really only you and Fluttershy know. She… noticed before anyone else did and I’m only telling you because well, it’s rather pertinent to this situation.”
“You haven‘t told any of your other friends?”
Twilight shrunk into herself, looking guilty now, suddenly finding the straw of her milkshake very interesting. “I want to, of course. Rarity told me she wants to as well. It’s just... complicated.”
Sunset‘s face twisted up in confusion. “I haven’t been to Equestria in a bit, but last time I checked ponies were pretty comfortable with the whole same sex relationship idea. More than here anyway.”
“It’s nothing like that.” Twilight leaned back on the stair behind her, propping herself up with both her elbows, and tilting her head toward the blue early summer sky. “If I were still just Celestia’s student it wouldn’t matter. Maybe I’d get a few questions, but Rarity and I would just be two mares who happen to be in a relationship. Nopony would bat an eye. But now that I’m a princess…” She lifted her shake to her mouth and drank for a moment, then two, before letting it drop from her lips.
“Well, there are some ponies, I won’t name names, who already question how much preferential treatment I should be giving my friends. Rainbow got into the Wonderbolts a little while ago and there were stories made up about me using my influence to get her in faster. Somepony even said she would have never had the flight skills to get in by herself if I hadn’t ‘helped’ her! Which is just! Rainbow became a Wonderbolt entirely on her own merits. I helped her study I guess, but all of the recruitment tests are either skill based or involve publicly available information. More than that, you know who taught me how to fly when I became an alicorn?” She waved her drink around as she spoke, using it to emphasize certain exclamations.
“Rainbow Dash?” Sunset said mildly. The answer was a little obvious but she wasn’t about to interrupt a ranting Twilight.
“That’s right. Rainbow Dash. And she’s just a friend. I don’t know what ponies will say when they find out about Rarity and me. She doesn’t either. All her sewing skills, networking, and business sense have gotten her so far. I don’t want to steal credit from her like that.” She seemed to relax a little after getting that off her chest. “And while I know my friends wouldn’t run to the papers or anything, everypony makes mistakes. Says something to the wrong pony. Or just can’t keep a secret when asked directly. What kind of friend would I be if I asked them to lie for me anyway?”
Sunset frowned. She couldn’t really imagine dealing with all that pressure, all those eyes on her, and having that spread to her closest friends too. She didn’t envy Twilight’s crown.
That thought made her freeze, then let out a weird sort of half snort.
“Huh?” Twilight looked over at her. “Are you… laughing?” She sounded shocked and maybe even a little hurt.
“Sorry! Sorry!” Sunset half said, half giggled. “Not at you. It’s just. Just…” She covered up another chuckle, and stuffed down the amusement until she could explain. “I… when I was Celestia’s student all I wanted was to be a princess. I yearned for it, strived for it. The six or so months before I stumbled into this world it was all I could think about. I was obsessed. But now… sorry, but it kind of sounds like it sucks?”
Twilight looked aghast at first, like she couldn’t believe Sunset would even say that, then she relaxed and smiled. “It’s not all bad, but yeah, this one part? Does suck.”
Sunset smiled back, looking hopefully more sympathetic than amused now. “I’m sorry Twi. But hey you’ve still got great friends to support you. And… a marefriend now too, right?” Sunset nudged her a bit with an elbow.
Twilight blushed, but her laughter made it clear she didn’t mind the ribbing. “Yeah, Rarity’s been amazing. She always knows how to say the right thing and pull me back down when I start to spiral. I don’t really know where I’d be without her. She definitely makes what might come in the future worth it, even if it’s bad or invasive.”
“Well, I know this world’s Rarity, and if they're as alike as you say then you’re a lucky mare Twilight.” Sunset nudged her gently again, and this time when Twilight smiled back there was no hint of blush, no hint of embarrassment.
“Yeah. I really am.”
Sunset was caught off guard by that smile, by the shimmering brightness of it. There was something that throbbed in her chest, some twitch of something old finally being let go. Twilight was happy, beautifully so, and that was amazing.
“So, Rainbow Dash.” Twilight said with a bit of her princessly authority. Whatever part of Sunset’s heart that had just collapsed into defeated relief shifted, revealing a new, strange, flickering ember.
“Rainbow Dash.” Sunset sighed.
“How… was she?” Twilight ventured cautiously.
“A-Are you curious?” Sunset stuttered out, cheeks heating up. She hadn’t expected such forwardness. Not from Twilight.
“N-no! I mean yes? Not like that though! I’m very happy with Rarity, she really knows what— Well… I mean… ugh! My point was, how…” Twlight grasped at the air in front of her like it would magically produce the word she was looking for. “How were… how did she make you feel? Did you have fun? Did you feel good? Or were you bored? Was there… anything… there?” Twilight had lost all of her authoritative tone and just looked frazzled now.
“Oh. Right.” Sunset said simply. “I don’t remember.”
“You don’t… remember?”
“I was drunk. She was too.”
Twilight stared at her for several moments. “I thought humans weren’t allowed to drink here until they’d turned twenty-one.”
Sunset didn’t say anything, just gave her a look.
“I see.” Twilight steepled her hands together. “And you got so drunk while drinking illegally that you do not remember what you did last night?”
“Correct. Before Pinkie said anything we weren’t even sure we uh… did… that.” Sunset answered lamely.
Twilight rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Honestly I think what we should do first is have a conversation about responsibility but considering we’re past that…”
“And that I didn’t ask you here to tell me to drink responsibly?” Sunset said with a smirk.
Twilight glared at her for a moment.
“You drank at this little get together too. Well not you. The other you.”
Twilight looked absolutely horrified, eyes wide and mouth agape. “She did not!”
Sunset nodded through a fit of giggles, then her hands as she tried to stifle the laughter.
Apparently sensing a losing battle, Twilight shook her head, sighed, and asked, “So you don’t remember, but how about now? What are your thoughts on last night? Not actual events but the fact that it happened at all.”
Sunset’s smirk dropped into a confused frown. “I mean… does that even matter?”
Twilight’s eyes widened. She blinked once, then twice. “What do you mean does that even matter? Of course it matters!” She spluttered. “Your feelings and thoughts are what will determine how you proceed and how you want your relationship with Rainbow Dash to change or stay the same. That and the key to any relationship, friendship or otherwise, is communication. If you don’t care to know how you feel, how can you communicate with Rainbow?”
“I…” Sunset slumped, resting her chin on her knees and hugging her legs with both arms. “I understand that, I do but… I don’t know the first thing about relationships Twilight. The only guy I’ve ever dated was a tool to me. A means to an end. The last person I loved sent me away because I ruined our relationship so much it couldn’t be repaired. I want… I called you here to get advice on how not to let this ruin everything. Again. I just…” Sunset gripped the sleeves of her leather biker jacket. “I don’t need her to love me. I just want her to not hate me. How do I do that?”
Twilight slumped too. “Sunset…”
That sad, cloying voice made Sunset want to huddle up even more. She didn’t want Twilight’s pity, Twilight’s care, especially now that she knew it wasn’t really hers to take. She wanted to hide inside her spiky impenetrable walls long enough so she could calculate how badly she’d fucked up and fix it logically.
Twilight didn’t say anything. She just reached over and touched Sunset’s shoulder. Sunset turned slowly and saw carefully measured comfort in the princess’ eyes. She watched Twilight’s small smile, felt her sure grip.
She wanted so badly to clamp shut, cut the tether, the hand gripping her, off. But she knew that was how she’d ended up bitter and angry before. She’d stubbornly gone it alone, trudging forward no matter how much she needed a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. So she let her shoulders drop, let her crossed arms open. “I’m… I’m scared. I’m scared I’ll hurt her. Scared I already have.”
Twilight sighed heavily again and shook her head. “You know you’re not that person anymore.”
“I know but— But sometimes it feels so easy to slip back. Someone says something that makes me angry and my first response is lash out. To yell. To hurt. I have to step back and… rewire myself to not just blow up.” She gripped the concrete stairs, doing her best to not just close in and up again. “It’s easier with the girls, they’re so nice, forgiving, but even they snap sometimes and I have to try so hard to not snap back.”
“And that’s the difference, Sunset. That’s what changed. Do you think you would have hesitated before? Do you think you would have cared?” Twilight grabbed her other shoulder, applying light pressure until they were staring each other in the eyes. “Friends fight. AJ and Rarity bicker all the time. Sometimes Dash doesn’t take Fluttershy’s feelings into account. Pinkie is too much for me every once in a while. It happens. It doesn’t make us bad friends or bad ponies.”
“And… marefriends?”
Twilight grinned and nodded, amusement dancing in her eyes. Then she pulled her hands away before launching into a story, switching her princessly lecture voice back on as she did. “Years ago, before I became a princess, Rarity made us all dresses for the grand galloping gala.”
Sunset hadn’t heard about the gala in years, but remembered it vaguely from the time she was Celestia’s student. She always thought it was too stuffy, full of ponies who only cared about money and social status. Not important things. Like magic and power.
“They were all gorgeous of course. Rarity’s only gotten better over time but she’s always been a fashion genius. All of us had our… own ideas about what made a good dress though. I wanted an accurate star map on the skirt because back then I was… very persnickety about accuracy, about how important that was. I still enjoy when things are perfectly in place, perfectly correct, but I know now that a friend’s happiness is more important than things being just so. Rarity was different back then too, not as confident in her design sense and desperate to make us all happy. So she followed our crazy instructions, making change after change to our gowns and when it was all said and done… she almost got booted from the fashion scene when she showed our designs off.” Twilight said the last part in a rush, cringing slightly.
Sunset gasped. She didn’t know pony Rarity, but her world’s Rarity was always looking for opportunities to get her foot in the door as a fashion designer. Apprenticeships, projects, even small boutique jobs. If Rarity was black booked or something, Sunset couldn’t even imagine how much that would hurt her.
“It was a long time ago and it all worked out in the end.” Twilight continued quickly when she saw Sunset’s wide eyes. “She never held it against us either, but… well… having an accurate, portable star map is really useful.” Twilight was playing with her straw again.
“You kept it?” Sunset exclaimed.
“Yes, I kept it! Do you know how much getting a perfectly accurate star map costs? Let alone doing it in fabric? I couldn’t just throw it away, especially when my friend turned marefriend made it for me. I get it now of course, but at the time it seemed harmless. Honestly, the obvious choice to me was to keep it.”
Sunset slowly absorbed that, lips pursed. “Soooo… she found out… when exactly?” Twilight wasn’t avoiding her marefriend as they spoke, was she?
“Last week. She was pretty upset, asked me to throw it away, said she had never wanted to see it again. Gave me the silent treatment when I explained how much getting something like it would cost, how valuable it was. After that I took the time to think it through and I gained the understanding I’d been lacking. I’m not an artist, but I can understand not wanting to look at your previous work. I thought I was so magically astute when I was younger. I didn’t boast but I knew I was good. Now those spells seem like foal’s play.” Twilight smiled a little at some unknown memory. “I almost got rid of it. It was worth a lot of bits, but not her being angry and hurt. Before I could, Rarity… decided to stop sulking? No, that sounds mean. She’d thought it over too. Was still… grumpy, but she realized something I didn’t even see.”
“And that was?”
“It was the first thing she ever made for me.” Twilight smiled softly, her eyes looked a little wet. “More than that it was, well… me. A completely accurate star map skirt with a royal flowing train? She said there was nothing in existence that was more Twilight Sparkle. It became… sentimental because of our love. A little piece of our history. We compromised on it too. I could keep it, could use it, could even display it in the castle’s astronomy tower, so long as no one ever knew she’d made it.”
Sunset burst out laughing, then quickly covered her mouth. “Sorry sorry!”
“No, you're fine. I thought it was kind of funny too. I mean I agreed! Of course. Because why wouldn’t I? But she was so insistent, so grumbly about it. It was cute. We ended up putting it up together in the tower and I showed her the stars that night. She loved that, the hopeless romantic.”
“Awww that’s… tooth rotting kinds of sweet.” Sunset smiled at the image Twilight’s words and smile conjured in her mind. Then she frowned a little. “But that… was just a dress right? I mean it can’t all be that easy.”
Twilight shrugged. “I guess so, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t hurt her feelings, Sunset. She was so mortified, so upset when she first found the thing. But in the end we talked, we compromised, and came out the other end better for it. Stronger for it, both individually and together.”
Sunset rubbed at her leather sleeves, played with the little strings that were fraying at the stitched shoulder seams. Twilight didn’t touch her this time. Just asked gently, “Sunset. Look at me?”
She did, staring into the deep amethyst of Twilight’s eyes. “You are going to hurt Rainbow Dash. Whether you stay friends or start dating. It’s inevitable. Friendship and love means being vulnerable, means opening yourself up to disappointment and hurt and even betrayal. That’s the magic of it. That’s what makes it special. The fact that we can give ourselves to another person, that we can rely on them, that we can be that close. That trust is what makes a bond like that strong, and repairing it, linking all those threads back together through communication and understanding after they’ve frayed or broken. That just makes them stronger.”
Sunset felt warm wetness in her eyes and Twilight blurred a little. “And if she doesn’t want to repair them with me?” She was still so scared, still so prepared for the day Celestia had, Rainbow would, they all would realize she was too fucked up to salvage, and cut her loose.
Twilight took her hands. “Sunset Shimmer.” She said the words with a steady, heavy, sure rhythm. “You are preparing for a catastrophe, a future, that doesn’t exist. Rainbow Dash is the element of loyalty. She won’t abandon you. Not unless you ask her to go away. And even then she might be too stubborn to listen. So long as you meet her half way and work with her, she will always be willing to fix things, okay?”
“Okay.” The word came out choked, but laced with a smile.
“Now, how do you feel? What do you think about last night?”
“I think…” Sunset sniffled. Then reached into her pocket, and pulled out her phone. “I think I want to talk to her.”
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Although both Celestia and Luna were confident that they could send a substantial pile of what they had baked whither they wanted, and they were willing to try it to ease Spike's heart, they admitted that they did not know if it was such a wise idea; so they politely asked the Young Dragon for some time, and promised to let him know before lunch, when they had found and enchanted the two mirrors.
With a quiet sigh, Spike nodded to the Princesses, as he understood that he would know in due time, and he followed them and Stygian as they trotted around the Palace, looking in every Hall for a big mirror, his mind focused solely on their friends' well-being; but when Twilight noticed his pensive looks, she sweetly lifted him on her and Solar's back, and asked him if they could help in any way.
After some hesitation, Spike admitted that his mind was burdened with worries for the others, since he knew how treacherous the Dragon Lands could be, and he feared that they had left the Empire with far too little time to prepare; and as he turned away in shame, he said that he should have offered to guide them, even if only to the Dragons' lair, from whence they could travel onward to the East.
The courage in his heart and his words far outshone the shame he felt over not helping, and as they gently brushed his cheek with their wing, Eclipse told Spike that he should not see himself in such a bad light; for while he might believe he had let down the others, they promised that nopony would fault him for it, as he still clearly wanted to help out by sending them their freshly baked goods.
As Spike looked up at them again, both Solar and Twilight smiled warmly in return, before they told him that if they could not send them anything, they would find a way to preserve everything that he and Stygian had made for them; and when they could receive magically translocated items once again, they would make sure their package was the first thing they got, even if it exhausted them in turn.
To their relief, a smile grew upon Spike's face again, and he thanked Eclipse for their kind words, to which they merely nuzzled his nose, when Stygian trotted into a Hall they passed, and asked them to wait for a moment; and he gestured for them to enter, as he wanted to see if the mirror in front of him was large enough, but he already confirmed that it was before they even made it to his side.
When Celestia and Luna walked up to stand next to Stygian, they found they could only see the upper edge of the mirror when they looked up as well, and they nodded to each other, and thanked the Grey Unicorn for his keen eye; and as Stygian started to blush, he chuckled, and told the two Princesses he was joyous to hear they were content with the mirror, before asking them what the next step was.
After Luna gave her Sister the small mirror, Celestia told him there was little more they could do, as her spell was easy to cast, even though she had never before cast it on any mirror of this size; the hardest part, she added, was to make sure that the mirror was teleported to Ponyville without a scratch, for which she kindly asked them for their help, but that of Eclipse and Spike most of all.
Both the Two-Headed Alicorn and the Dragon on their back were caught off-guard by Celestia's words, but after they managed to get their thoughts in order, they asked her how they could help her, only to be politely asked in return what Eclipse had told the Pillars in their letter; for they knew the Palace in Ponyville better than anybody, and she wanted them to think of the Hall they wrote about.
Fortunately for Celestia, as she cast her Speculis Spell on the two mirrors, Eclipse said that they asked the Pillars to go to the Hall with the Map of Friendship, to which she briefly nodded, before she walked away; but Celestia scared the others when she suddenly appeared in the Mirror, for which she apologised, whereafter she asked Luna to hold the small Mirror, and Eclipse and Spike to focus.
As Eclipse and Spike thought about the Hall, the others closed their eyes, and their horns glowed.
At that moment, they noticed a slight feeling of homesickness grow within them…
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developing an idea for a pretty detailed/angsty MLP royal sisters origin AU(HCs and timeline) (Luna focused) (with a happy ending ofc) omgggg!!! (32 bullet pt.s below the cut) (comment something if I should add anything or if you have questions)
They're one year apart, Celestia is 15 and Luna is almost 14 when they become alicorns and very soon afterwards get crowned rulers, and they've had their cutie marks and been raising the moon/sun for a few years at this point.
They were both the magic apprentices of Starswirl before they transformed and became princesses (That part is actually canon I think)
Their magical abilities over the sun and moon are revered across the kingdom and they get crowned as rulers far too young because of how powerful they are. If a pony lives far enough away that they might never meet the princesses, they probably don't even know how young they are.
Luna and Celestia are both under too much pressure and it is severely Getting To Them, but in different ways.
Luna can't deal with it but it is much more difficult for her to keep her feelings on the inside than it is for her sister. Luna constantly cries and has to hide, leaving Celestia to handle whatever is going on by herself. Luna sometimes feels jealous that her sister is so "strong", but usually she just wishes she didn't have to be a princess.
Celestia can't make herself do anything besides move forward, but whenever they aren't in front of someone they have to behave for, she tends to act overly angry with Luna, Starswirl, their parents, or whoever. She is incredibly ashamed and whenever she has the energy she tries to make up for it and pretend like nothing is wrong, but Luna knows she is faking.
Luna sees how obviously stressed her sister is and tries to convince Celestia to step down from being a princess. All she wants is to be a normal kid again, she might even quit magic lessons.
Celestia works so hard to act like she's fine. She yells that Luna is the one leaving her to deal with ponies all by herself all the time, and that she should go hide in the dark for a thousand years. Their argument escalates until they fight and Celestia literally sends Luna to the moon. That happens two years after they become princesses, so ages 17 and nearly 16.
Celestia didn't know that alicorns were immortal yet, so she believed she would never see Luna again. It took another thirty or so years for her to reach her full height and power level(plus floaty hair), and all she could think of was how she would never see Luna grow up like she did. Luna would wake up after a millennium and be all by herself, just like how *she* was all alone right now. Celestia never really becomes friends with anyone for a while, and her parents never hear her even speak Luna's name for the rest of their lives.
Luna had a reputation for not liking anypony because nopony knew where she went when she disappeared to cry. When she banished and no explanation given, some noble-status unicorns started a rumor that Luna had been jealous of her sister. Celestia thinks it is selfish and cruel to allow ponies to think that of her fragile little sister, but she never disputes the rumors because she can't bear to say the truth about what she did.
Those rumors eventually become a bedtime story with an evil jealous princess with dark magic, Nightmare Moon. The story sticks around long enough that most ponies don't realize Princess Luna was real or that Celestia ever had a sister to rule with.
At some point, Celestia realizes she isn't going anywhere. She has long known the date of Luna's return and even created an annual festival as a count down timer for herself. But she never puts two and two together that she will be there to see Luna's return until that year grows very close.
When Luna is on the moon, she learns to navigate the dream realm. The moon isn't so much a place as it is a stasis state, but her mind can wander wherever it pleases. Many ponies have been visited by what seems to be a helpful spirit, an alicorn princess who is simply addressed as "Luna", but in the waking world she is known as the Princess of Dreams. She helps ponies to know what to do once they awake.
it takes years before Luna learns to access the dream realm, through sheer perseverance. She cried out one night from her own dream to another's she seemed nearby and realized she could literally reach out to them using her magic and cross in between dreams.
It takes even more years before Celestia hears about this. She halfway chalks it up to another fairy tale, something parents say to foals so they won't be afraid of the dark, or impatient or anxious for the coming day. The other part of her wishes somepony would tell her what to do in her dreams. This is nonsense of course, she is the monarch of Equestria and she always knows exactly what to do, she tells herself before drifting into sleep.
Luna doesn't exactly choose what dream she ends up in, she just follows a feeling of sorts. She has never visited her sister, but she vaguely remembers visiting Starswirl once. She spends years and years only in the dream realm and the days and nights all blend together. Whenever she is eventually released, it almost feels as if no time has passed at all, but her memory has faded all the same.
When Luna is returned, she is encapsulated in a shell made of matured alicorn magic just like Celestia's. She never really grew into it because she hasn't grown up yet. This entity calls itself Nightmare Moon, based on a powerful princess it saw in a child's dream. Nightmare Moon doesn't need anypony else, she never gets scared, she has a clear plan for exactly what to do with her kingdom, and she has powerful alicorn moon magic- she is perfect.
When Luna is freed from the shell, she is not only her teenage size, but visibly weaker from not being able to physically move for so long. She regularly zones out, but forgets whatever it is she was thinking when during that.
In her dreams, Luna is a young unicorn and her parents take care of her. Sometimes she replays a memory from what the kingdom was like a thousand years prior, but sometimes her parents are reimagined to teach her how to live in the present day.
Luna often struggles to understand modern stuff. She still uses old-fashioned grammatical structures because it's polite for her, but has picked up modern ponish language during her years in the dream realm helping out modern ponies.
With the way Celestia acts in the present, it's hard to believe she was ever the same pony Luna used to know. Celestia did eventually make other friends, as well as improved her mental health and her ruling capabilities. Sometimes, Luna doubts herself. Clearly, Celestia is a very capable leader, so does that mean Luna really was jealous and convinced herself that her sister was having the same feelings about ruling that she was just to justify wanting to step down? Was she truly in the wrong and trying to undermine Celestia's rule?
It's much more difficult for Luna to remember that far back than it is for Celestia, and her short term memory is pretty bad as well. It's hard to tell if that's because of her banishment, or because Luna always had a hard time with that sort of thing. Even now, Luna could tell you how to tell the difference between two (now extinct) wild cat species native to their mountain home, and which one was the dangerous one, but she could barely remember the events of her day sometimes.
Luna is not expected by Celestia to become a ruler again just because she's a princess. After all, just because her one-thousand-sixteenth birthday is on the horizon doesn't mean she isn't still a kid. All this is fine with the citizens because the lowkey forgot about her ever ruling in the first place.
Luna lives with Celestia some of the time, but Twilight is her guardian and her magic teacher. Until the return of the crystal empire, Cadence also frequently visited the Golden Oak Library to lighten the load, telling Twi it was just one of her royal duties, as she was the princess who often traveled for any royal duties outside Canterlot.
Luna's a little bit jealous that Twilight and Cadence got to grow up with the new Celestia, but she also feels isolated because nopony has the same complicated feelings about her that she does. Spike actually feels a similar way about Twilight, because Luna and the CMCs got to know Twilight only after her constant-study days when she'd ignore what he said, and long after she was young and hadn't fully realized Spike was more similar to a foal than a cat.
Luna probably has more questions about dragon culture than the other ponies do. Back before her banishment, the dragons were known to be another society, even if they were usually at war with ponies. Nowadays, it's been so long since contact with the dragons because Torch got bored of war centuries ago, that ponie didn't really know anything about dragons and didn't realize they had their own society and technology and language. Spike appreciates that Luna was the first pony he met who didn't think he was Twilight's tiny chubby pet at first.
When Twilight becomes an alicorn and gets crowned a princess, Luna gets pretty mad at Celestia until she realizes that Twilight is only given the amount of responsibility she is capable of, but she is still always ready to defend Twilight and stand up to Celestia.
Luna eventually gets comfortable being addressed as a princess, and even with being the ranking authority in certain situations, but she never gets the same type of ruler duties as Cadence and Celestia do.
By the time Starlight moves into Twilight's castle, Luna is beginning too consider moving out. There's plenty of space, so she gets to keep her room in the castle, but there's a whole lot of Equestria out there.
She packs light and is super chill, not necessarily the adventurer type, but she visits damn near every city on the map and meets tons of ponies her own age who she remains in contact with, before-
eventually attending Twilight's school of friendship for one term and befriending some of the other students from multiple different grades.
Yona, Smolder, Pinkie, and Maude become some of her best friends out of the canon cast, but she makes other friends too. The five of them bond over being willing to eat literal rocks, and not fitting in.
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Astor had invited Blue to her house for the night, just the two of them and her undivided attention. She had noticed a change in her friend and she could only guess what the reason was, but she didn't like it. So here they were in Astor’s inner sanctum, the glow in the dark stars and decals Blue had gifted her covering the walls.
"Sit down Blue."
She spoke sternly, making her way over to her desk and beginning to shuffle papers.
"Tell me what's going on."
Blue had been acting a lot more quiet than usual, more shy and nothing like her confident self. She started twirling her mane nervously but willed her hooves to stop as she spoke.
“Oh it’s not much, it’s just...”
But one look over at her friend and it was clear that Astor was not convinced one bit. Something about her unlocked something in Blue, opening up the floodgates as her voice instantly choked up and tears sprung to her eyes.
“Ever since I started dating Varmint I haven’t gotten a break! I love her with all my heart and I want to be with her for a long time, but everypony seems to think I’m NOT going to treat her well!”
At this point her makeup was running down her face and she could not stop it as she spilled all her feelings out.
“Brackish thinks I’m out to hurt Venny and Cedar says I’m a bad influence on Violet for having so many lovers! Do I really seem like the kind of mare who wants to hurt ponies!? I love my girlfriend AND my sister and I...I’d never dream of doing anything to them! Not ever!”
She gripped at herself, riddled with self-hatred as she reflected on all the things ponies had said to her lately.
“But what if I AM a slut? What if I AM a bad influence, what if I do flaunt myself too much? Did I break everypony’s hearts, am I gonna break Venny’s too!? I just don’t know what to do, I...”
Blue couldn’t go on any longer, all she could do was break down into sobbing as she wallowed in her shame.
Astor continued arranging her star maps the whole time as Blue spoke. To anypony else she looked like she was ignoring her friend but in actuality she was listening very intently, evaluating the situation critically as Blue explained it all. And once she was done she immediately had her own two bits to offer.
“First of all, you should stop listening to Brackish. He’s an imbecile and he has zero credibility to talk about your sex life when he brags about his own body count constantly. Red Cedar also has no place to judge when she was looking around while in a relationship. By Gaia, I can’t be your only voice of reason here.”
She quipped in the same blunt tone she always spoke in; anypony else would have thought she was completely serious. But Blue didn’t laugh like she normally would have.
“But what if she has a point?”
Blue got up from her seat and walked up behind Astor, still sniffling and sobbing quietly.
“What if I’m only making it worse for myself by being so open? Making ponies think I’m somepony I’m not?”
“There are always going to be ponies who think you’re a slut. You can stop being open about it and leave them with nothing to use against you. You can hide it all away. Or you could just...stop giving a shit.”
“Well I didn’t until now. I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”
She gripped her hat to her chest, hanging on Astor’s every word for consolation even when her tone wasn’t very gentle.
Astor kept her eyes on the star maps she organized so diligently, but her voice softened ever so slightly as she went on.
“It’s because you clearly care about Varmint. Of course you care about everypony you’ve been with but you seem to be pretty intent on pursuing something long-term with her. This is not another fling.”
“Yes, more than anything, I want her to know that!”
Astor turned towards her, focusing her full and undivided attention on Blue now.
“Then tell her. Nopony has any power to stop you. Not Brackish, not Cedar, not even Gaia. You go right down to that farm and you tell her exactly how you feel.”
A smile finally returned to Blue’s face as she put her hat back on, a newfound courage growing inside her with Astor’s advice helping her.
“You’re right! If Brackish tries to stop me I’ll tell him to fuck himself! And then I’ll fuck his sister!”
She laughed and Astor chuckled along with her.
“Yes you will.”
Astor took note of Blue’s face, still stained with mascara and snot, tossing her a tissue box from her desk.
“But clean yourself up first, you’re an absolute mess. You want to look your best while doing it, don’t you?”
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Argyle looked like doodie crap shit. Did you see mean girls ? That sucked as well. Nothing interesting out lately! Anything your excited to see ?
It was fun i will say that. The first twist was good! Then it kinda all fell apart they got too complicated with it 😭 if they stuck to the whole unknowingly writing the future it would’ve been good. I didn’t see mean girls -_- nopony wants to see it. Such is the way of winter fodder! I am excited for ermmm…Im seeing godzilla soon but thats from December lol. Maybe lisa frankenstein.,…
What about you!! 😁😁
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I wanted to introduce you guys to Evergreen
so I thought it was a good time to cover my headcanons for all three of the pie "wives"
First, with the happiest story we have Cloudy Quartz, a bright young mare from a haymish family just like the Pies. Just as she explained in the show the choosing stone paired them together and 2 weeks later they were married. Usually the betrothed would spend this time apart. Which they did, but Cloudy had a bit of a rebellious streak and took to writing Igneous letters that his sister would deliver to him in secret. She wanted the chance to get to know him on her own terms and she fell in love with what she learned. He treated her like a lady but he didn't look down on her, he communicated very clearly that she would be his equal in their partnership. The day they were finally wed was the most joyous occasion of her life, they stayed up all night talking to eachother, perfectly on the same page that they would keep the family rock farm at its best just like their ancestors before them and well...not to be uncouth but Limestone came very quickly. The pair are very much in love to this day, trading polysemous titters when nopony can hear and making eachother blush like schoolfoals.
Evergreen is positioned next but I'll move onto Whipped Dew first as she doesn't actually have the saddest story of the three. In haymish culture theres a period of time where teenagers can go out and experience the outside world, giving them some experience so they can choose whether to stay in the outside world or return home. Whipped was an up and coming weather pony, the mare with hooves on the ground to tell the unicorn and earth ponies what the pegasai had planned for that day. She wasn't working yet being a teen herself but she had an old soul and lucrative mentee opportunity that kept her in ponyville, where she met the eldest of the Pie clan Sodalite. The rite of passage lasts about two years and the pair found a lot of fun in eachother, they weren't quite sure whether they wanted things to go on long term. In their haste they never found the proper time to discuss it either as Dew fell pregnant and it was nearing time for Soda to make his final choice.
He didn't want to leave his family and she didn't want the life he had ahead. It wasn't the ideal either would have chosen, the young mare even losing the opportunity as she had to figure out how she was going to care for this baby on her own. Yet, everything worked out for the best, Chiffon thrived in ponyville making friends and even falling in love just like she had. She was a stern mother but loved her daughter more than anything, happily putting her success over her own hard feelings. Whipped Dew was eventually able to get the job of her dreams and frequently travelled back and forth between ponyville and manehattan until her daughter was old enough to be on her own.
Finally, we have Evergreen. She was from a tree farming haymish family and the youngest of her siblings so for her the choosing stone chose the youngest member of the Pie clan. She didn't meet him until the day they were wed and even on the day of he seemed more interested in celebrating with his brothers and his friends, even despite Igneous' subtle nagging and urging. Desperate to find a place in her new family the worrisome mare made fast friends with her new sister-in-law, as her spirits fell more through the day Cloudy was there to be a shoulder to cry on, something that continued between them long after the wedding. Since the rock farm was already promised to Igneous she was given the gift of being able to return home, her husband coming to live where she felt was home.
Despite his parents best efforts White Marble was a very spoiled stallion, happy to take advantage of the fact that his beautiful wife would be the one who was expected to mainly care for their foals. The same foals who could soon enough take over the work on the farm, leaving him to essentially drink cider and give orders. As his family grew and he realized his pipe dream wasn't all it was cut out to be he ended up fleeing in the night. At some point on his journey he found himself welcomed in by ponies who didn't expect him to contribute all that much, nopony was special here, they didn't even have cutie marks. White Marble had been running for so long. The vagabond lifestyle was nice but the prospect of a free home sounded really nice, especially compared to the alternative.
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The silence was awkward. Usually he had something to brag about and he was able to plan ahead, like at the buffet. His eyebrow ticked, and his realization from earlier was less funny now. After a few more bites, he finally spoke up, "You know. This is the first time I've been taken to eat somewhere by somepony who didn't pay to fuck me first or for business."
“Well th- that’s their fault for missing out on a g- good time,” Randy replied, smiling as he gently nudged him. He sipped some water, then raised a brow. “.. Th- that doesn’t make this d- date awkward.. does it?”
He sipped some wine then ate more calzone. "I don't think awkward is the right word." he shrugged, then eyed Randy curiously for a bit. What exactly was the right word? Nopony was getting anything out of this, except for this itself and that was... Simple and somehow almost pleasant? Randy made him breakfast and was now buying him lunch. "It's... Mmm... New. Taking a bit to adjust."
“Well.. i- if we keep g- going on dates, you’ll g- get used to it.” Randy blushed a bit and chuckled softly as he snuck a piece of Spinel’s calzone with his fork, putting it in his mouth quickly. He sounded like he was kidding, but Randy wanted more than anything to make this a regular thing, especially after yesterday.
Spinel quirked a brow at him. Did this mean they were... Technically dating, then? Or was Randy implying they should be dating? He had no idea what that exactly meant. He wrinkled his nose and shrugged. "As long as the food's good, I wont complain."
“Hmmm, th- then maybe I’ll let you pick the restaurant next time.” He stuck out his tongue as he softly poked at the rigatoni. “C- Compared to the b- buffet yesterday, this suddenly b- became very bland.” He chuckled, and decided to steal another piece of Spinel’s calzone. He wasn’t sure if Spinel was okay with him suggesting that they go on more dates, but he decided to take the very loose answer as a solid “maybe.”
"Hm, or maybe a bar." he mumbled and trailed off, putting a fork in to the tiramisu. It was just so strange thinking of going out to get food for the sake of just doing it, not for show or anything. He eyed Randy, taking a bite and enjoying it but still in thought. It would probably be less awkward if Randy wasn't the one buying. Or maybe if Randy were taller... His eye ticked, and he looked away to keep to his cake. Those thoughts were going nowhere pleasant and he didn't want them any more.
Randy laughed, and leaned on the table, deciding to start on his own cake. “W- Well, you can imagine h- how much I like b- bars.” He took a bite of the tiramisu, and looked over at Spinel. “S- So, what el- else do you want t- to do today?” he asked through a tiny mouthful of cake.
Thank Celestia, a change in topic. He looked back, "Well, I'm going to have to go back to 'work' myself. Even with all this other crap going down, I have to keep acting like there's nothing wrong."
“O- Oh.. um, okay. I guess I’ll go b- back to the office and show off more!” He was a bit disappointed, but he knew Spinel had things to do. He stole one more bite of the Calzone, and then sipped some of the wine.
He tapped a hoof in irritation, finishing off the tiramisu that he was working on fairly quick. "You should try that tea." His eyes wandered suggestively over Randy, "Maybe call me tonight and tell me how it goes." He paused, then smirked, whispering in Randy's ear, "I've never had phone sex before~ Could be fun."
Randy nearly choked on the wine, and had to cough a couple times to force down what got caught in his throat. He looked over at Spinel, cheeks flushed. "N- Neither of I.." he laughed, embarrassed by his reaction.
Spinel grinned triumphantly, mocking Randy a little by giving him a smooch on the cheek before focusing on his meal again, finishing the rest in confidence. "I'll be waiting for the phone to ring then. Maybe I should prepare myself a bath too, that could be fun." he snickered, enjoying the thought of this more and more. Someone to casually fuck and spend time with maybe? Was that what this was? Was there a word for that? He could accept that better than a 'relationship' at least, it sounded less complicated and more enjoyable. Best yet, money didn't have to be a factor.
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when i complain about g5 i want to be clear i did NOT want it connected to fim, i dont give a shit about ponies that are now dead (twilight), i dont want to see a HAIR from any of the ponies from fim, i want this to be a show good on its own merits and a franchise that stands on its own. what we have now is not that
anyway heres my treatment for what would make a better "izzy does it"
Izzy creates a birthday gift for Sunny, and her cutie mark sparkles as she creates a pile of stuff. She stumbles upon the bracelet like she does in the episode and gives it to Sunny as a gift. This is the first time she says "Happy Birthday" to someone, how fun! Izzy, Sunny, and Pipp all go off to the craft show, where Pipp broadcasts the various wares. She shows off Sunny's new accessory, which Izzy explains was a gift from her for her birthday. As ponies start to head to get smoothies, they notice Sunny's accessory, compliment her and ask her where she got it. Sunny explains that Izzy gave it to her. Izzy says she'd be happy to create more friendship bracelets for everypony to wear, as it would be nice to make so many new friends today!
[6:07 PM]She creates so many friendship bracelets! She's making talk with her new "friends", who each accept the bracelet. More ponies ask for the bracelets after Izzy finishes a batch, and she accepts these requests because she'd hate to disappoint her new friends! We see her cutie mark start to sputter and dull as her new "friends" pay less and less attention to her, becoming more rude when she turns in the bracelets to them. Eventually, there are no more ponies in her queue. Finally! She can create again! But now Izzy is so lonely, just like she was back in Bridlewood...
[6:11 PM]Izzy starts to try to force a new "hit" for people to ask for. She keeps approaching ponies, "Hi, my friends! Have you seen my new NECKLACE accessory? It's twice as long as the bracelet!" No one else is very interested in it...or anything else she creates for her "friends". Now not only is she lonely, but she's not even having fun crafting, trying too hard to make something "everypony" can enjoy. Meanwhile, Pipp has been having a great string of successful hits released, but is now setting out to create her new hit. She starts to set out to work, to make "the same thing but better", as she is known for. She starts to feel like she keeps treading old ground, though. She feels like she put herself in a box. She loves making pop songs, but she wants to do something a little bit different...but she knows all of her fans would be so disappointed to hear something so off-brand! We see her cutie mark sputter out as she tries to force out another pop song that her heart isn't in.
[6:16 PM]Pipp heads to the craft fair to clear her head, and sees a saddened Izzy. She tries to ask what's wrong, and Izzy starts to explain that she's made and lost so many friends today, but they are interrupted by a mob of Zephyr Heights Pippsqueaks, who have all came to the craft fair to find Pipp! The crowd is huge and unrelenting, and Pipp is afraid. Izzy says she knows a quiet place that nopony will find them at, and she leads Pipp towards Bridlewood, successfully evading the mob. Walking towards the quiet forest, Pipp thanks Izzy and starts to vent about how she has so many fans which such high expectations! As a fellow creative, Izzy is so lucky that she doesn't have any fans she has to please except herself. Izzy shakes her head, she doesn't think she's so lucky, Pipp has so many friends who loves everything she creates! Pipp is taken aback, and has to explain that just because somepony loves your content, that doesn't make them your personal friend. Friendship is special, and is built on more than just liking what someone makes. You have to like the pony themself. Izzy realizes she's been thinking of friendship all wrong, and thanks Pipp, she considers her a true friend forever. Izzy realizes now, as she walks along with Pipp, a real friend, that this is where she's inspired. She gets inspired to create very personal gifts for ponies that are close to Izzy, rather than trying to please everypony else around her. She says she wants to make Pipp a special gift to wear at her next show! Pipp starts to explain that she's been feeling so stifled, she wants to create something off-brand, but she can't risk presenting to her fans and having them stop liking her. Izzy decides to make Pipp a small stage that lets her perform for her closest friends, and Pipp goes on stage and performs a scream-o song for everyone. Izzy even gets to create a costume for Pipp, and play a guitar she fashioned out of stuff laying around the Brighthouse. Creativity and inspiration can be hard to find! But being true to yourself and creating stuff that speaks to you, even if it only pleases a small set of people, can be the most fulfilling.
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Rises the Moon
“The moon is as pale as my coat and bright as my eyes. It shines all its glory down on the Earth. Yet most do not realize it, how important and sacred it is.” A solemn yet soft voice sang out. In a darkened alleyway where most couldn’t see her, but could most definitely hear. It also seemed, along with the melodic voice, was the equally soft and very heavenly sound of harp strings being plucked by very meticulous hooves. Hooves that had practiced for a very, very long time to make sure everything was perfect. If it wasn’t for the singer’s anxiety she would be playing for many ponies, hearing them cheer for her and give her attention. But it wasn’t what she wanted, nor needed, for the moment. The mare needed to be alone. Desperately, she needed to be alone, and use one of her few coping mechanisms: music.
Ever since she first discovered it as a small, small filly, just starting to go to school, it was ever present in her life. It helped her through rough times, it made the good times better, and she found solace. Not to mention the habit she had brought upon herself in doing nothing but singing. That was all she ever wanted to do; to sing her heart out, anything and everything she could. She had the drive and desire, what she lacked was confidence and self-esteem, which was why she was hidden in a dark alleyway to avoid unwanted attention. The less the better. She couldn’t handle being seen. Not in her current state. Regardless, her spirits were high and she continued playing the harp; the one instrument she had always wanted to play, for what reason she didn’t ever know. But it made her happy. As did the song she was singing. An original one, that no-one knew but her.
“Oh, how wonderful, how wonderful! The sun and moon are! The life they make, and the lives they keep, will stay forever.”
It was more of poetry than anything. But that was what music was to her. Poetry with a beat and music. Without the instruments, songs become poetry, written by talented poets. Of course she hadn’t been one for poetry herself, more of a writer and baker, but she found it fun at times. Endearing, one may say. She loved finding new and articulate ways to say her thoughts and emotions in an equally convoluted yet beautiful way.
“The sun is as golden as my hair and warm as my heart. The brightness glows and shows even the darkest of places. All welcome it, but ignore its sister.”
Sister. That word alone left a bitter taste in her mouth. She held back the malice but it was evident in the mare’s eyes.
Sister…how long had it been now? 2 years? Possibly 4? Maybe even a decade. Her memory was failing her. Day by day it was getting harder to remember. Harder to recollect certain things. And it seemed she couldn’t find a cure. Barely even an adult and her fear of forgetfulness was setting in. Dementia, some may call it. Was it really what she had? She’d never been brave enough to ask for help about it as she assumed there could be nothing done about it. She either was too far gone, or they wouldn’t have enough evidence to know for certain. Her hoof plucked a string particularly hard and it caused her to jolt, snapping out of her daze and looking around. Nopony seemed to notice her, still. She was grateful for that. Nothing more embarrassing than being caught in your own thoughts and someone randomly approaching you out of nowhere-
“Hello!” A cheerful voice startled the mare and made her jump again, this time off the small stool she had been using to sit on. Her tail curled around her, its deep black fur very different to her otherwise porcelain coat. She looked up at the stranger with terrified violet eyes. The other mare, one that was now worried and seeming to be thinking of an apology to say, was a bright cyan with cream markings on her hooves, the middle of her face, and her chest that stretched to under her stomach. Her horn was also strangely coloured the bountiful cream. It sort of reminded the former mare of a bubble. The stranger had her hair flowing around her in long strands that almost reached the ground. What stood out most was the eyes. Oh dear Celestia, she could stare into those eyes all day. They were mesmerizing.
“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you. I just wanted to say hi. I hope you’re alright.” Even her voice…it was so calm and sweet. The poor mare didn’t know what to do. Her guard was up, but for a strange reason, she felt like she had met her before. “Here, let me help you up.” Her hoof was held out and though there was slight hesitance, it was slowly accepted and she was sat up from laying on her back. Her fur was starting to itch from the slight dampness of dirt and grass. She shook it off as best she could.
“It’s alright. I’m not too bothered. Honest.” It was then she felt as though introductions were needed. They may never meet again but it would be nice to meet somepony new. That seemed to be all she was doing recently since she appeared in this odd place. Meet new, interesting faces that seemed to constantly pop up everywhere she went. Never ending. It was stressing the mare out. It wasn’t that she didn’t like meeting new ponies; just that her memory couldn’t handle it. “My name is Seneca, by the way. I feel as though that is important to know.”
“Seneca…”
The other mare seemed to ponder the name for a moment. Then she smiled and shifted her weight a little to show excitement.
“Oh! You’re the one that Nova talks about, or somewhat talks about. Eve too! Means you must have left enough of an impression on them. Which is great! I’m so happy they’re finding new friends!”
Seneca laughed a little, nervous. They weren’t friends per se. Nova and her only hung out a little bit at a time, usually when he was playing games and couldn’t get his regular buddies to join. Did this bother her? Absolutely not. It just told her that he wanted time alone and needed his privacy, which she would respect. He’d talk when he wanted to. She didn’t know who Eve was and it confused her slightly. There were many she’d seen come and go, many she didn’t know the names of, so any one of them could be this elusive ‘Eve’. But that would need to be a conversation for another day.
“I guess so? I’ve been sort of meeting a lot of..ponies. It’s a little hard to say I leave much of an impact on anyone.”
The nameless mare noticed this and she stared at Seneca, mouth in a firm line. Then she put a hoof to her chest, closed her eyes, and took a breath. “Alright. Now…it may not technically be my work hours, but that doesn’t mean I can’t help you. Trust me, I’ll help you in any way I can. It’s my job, after all. Well, that, and it’s my special talent. Would you even call it a special talent?” Before too much could be rambled she cleared her throat. “Sorry. Anyways, let’s start off simple. My name is Dremaria Flow, but you can just call me Dream.” Her cream hoof was then extended and for a moment Seneca was confused. She stared at it with furrowed brows and an unreadable expression. Slowly she reached out her own hoof and carefully shook Dream’s. It was awkward and it seemed she was trying her best.
“Nice to meet you, Dream..”
The shy and awkward mare felt even more awkward now, unaware of what to do. She slowly pulled her hoof away and went silent. Her ears flattened against her curly blonde hair. Her eyes avoided Dream and instead focused on the ground, unable to hold eye contact for very long, and she could feel her very heart thumping in her chest. Seneca felt so shy. So nervous. It made her scared. Dream seemed to catch on to this, rather quickly, and stepped back.
“Sorry. I know sometimes meeting new ponies can be a bit stressful Especially when there’s so many around. And I know it’s difficult to trust someone you just met. Hmm…” Dream tapped a hoof to her chin before smiling. “Want to try some breathing exercises?”
Seneca wasn’t too sure about it but she couldn’t really deny the fact that she needed to calm down. It wasn’t until she felt somewhat woozy that she realized she’d been holding her breath. She let it out in a big sigh and, with her looking up at Dream with a forlorn gaze, nodded. She watched Dream smile gently and sit down on the ground. No simple fear of getting dirty, it seemed. Seneca joined her while she used her tail to hold to herself. A simple showing of her nervous behaviour and anxiety, but it was enough for Dream.
“Alright. Now, what I want you to do is take a deep breath. In,” She took a slow breath in, held it for a few moments, then slowly let it out. “And out. Can you do that?”
Though still untrusting she gave a nod. The porcelain mare breathed in shakily and deep, held it, then let it out in one big breath. She saw as the other mare smiled and nodded in approval. “Good job, Seneca!” They both continued to try and calm down with breathing, and it worked more or less, but not enough. Dream thought again to herself and for a moment. Then she smiled again.
“Let’s try something different. How about….emotional naming? It will help me to understand what you’re feeling and help you to get your thoughts out.”
Seneca was a little eager to do that but she saw the traffic of ponies increase and went silent. She held her tail closer to her. She watched as the other mare looked behind her and saw the faces, then back to her, and stood up swiftly. She lit her horn in a very mesmerizing glow that soon wrapped around Seneca’s harp. It was gently lifted off the ground and placed next to Dream. “I can see this is not the best place to do this. How about we go somewhere else? I know a lot of good places to go to relax.”
“Um…” Was the only response. An uncertain one. The mare slowly stood up and let go of her tail, noticing now that her back and legs, and now tail were covered in dirt and mud. It made her whine a little as her ears fell further. Tears formed in her violet eyes at the idea that she would need to spend quite a long time getting it out of her fur, and even then it would leave a noticeable stain. Seneca worked rather hard to make sure her coat was as perfect as it could be. Fluffy, white, clean, soft. It took a lot of effort. White coats were so easy to ruin.
Dream took quick notice and stepped closer, slowly, and looked at the damp fur. “Oh dear. You’ll be alright, Seneca. Come on.” Eager and kind as ever she took the distraught mare out of the alley, making sure they avoided other ponies, and slowly made their way to a building. A simple and homey one; Seneca assumed it was Dream’s home. The door was opened and the unicorn stepped through, then set the harp very carefully on the floor, in a place they wouldn’t risk disturbing it. It seemed that the aqua-cream mare was expecting the earth pony to join her as she smiled, first happily, then worried. Her brows furrowed as she saw Seneca still outside, still too nervous to do anything. Her hoof scraped along the ground with her silently staring at said ground.
“Seneca?”
The mare was forced from her trance and shyly looked up. Dream gave a motion with her head to come in. A good amount of time passed before she heard the approach of hooves behind her and quickly scurried inside, with Dream softly closing the door behind her. It seemed the unicorn was even more worried than before. Something Seneca really didn’t want to invoke. She looked at Dream and lowered her head submissively.
“I-I’m sorry…um…I’m just….I was…wanting to…..um……b-be alone…today…” The voice was soft, softer than before, a show that she was very shy and not knowing what to do. Dream was growing more and more concerned. It was rather odd to see someone act this way, much less someone whom Eve and Nova have both said was somewhat outgoing in talking to them. She shook the thought from her mind and smiled.
“It’s alright, Seneca. I apologize for forcing myself in your day. I’ll leave you be, but I know that you’re still a bit dirty. I can clean you off if you want!” The cheerful demeanor of the unicorn returned for a moment. Seneca saw this and considered her options: it was either she let this strange mare touch her coat and clean it, possibly getting the stain out, or leave and risk everyone outside seeing her. Either way she’d be uncomfortable but she’d rather be uncomfortable and clean than uncomfortable with a dirty coat. She gave a slow nod with a soft “Mhm..” Dream’s eyes seemed to sparkle with delight as she trotted off into a different room.
Seneca was alone. She looked to her harp, then where Dream left, then back to her harp. She slowly and cautiously made her way to it and ran one of her hooves over the strings. The sound made her ears perk up. Seneca smiled to herself a little, and her worries eased slightly, able to find her usual solace in the music. She hummed as she continued to strum the harp in a way that soothed her. She closed her eyes for the smallest of moments. Such soothing music.
It was so soothing, in fact, she barely heard the soft clacking of hooves against the floor. But heard it she did, and she flicked an ear to say she acknowledged the presence. It went silent and still and she couldn’t hear anything more. So Seneca continued to play. Soon she used both hooves and stood on her hind legs, all her worry and anxiety vanishing in an instant. Her eyes still closed, she saw beautiful things. Colours and light, memories, figures walking around and talking to her. Ones that she vaguely remembered. One stood out, however, one that she wouldn’t ever forget. Black fur and hair, soft skin, and his violet eyes that always made her weak. She could remember his arms wrapped around her, smelling his scent. Hearing that ever entrancing soft and deep voice speak to her. Just the thought of him made her tail start to unintentionally wag.
Her ear perked up as she heard a giggle. Seneca opened her eyes and looked around, then to the couch, where Dream was sitting. She did a minor jump at seeing the mare as her tail slowly stopped moving. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to spook you. I’ve got the cleaning supplies here. I would use my bathroom but I don’t think you trust me enough for that. So we’ll do it here. Is that alright?” Dream said with a smile, and for once, Seneca wasn’t turned off at the idea. She wasn’t bothered by it at all. So she was eager to nod and pull away from her harp, to which Dream shook her head. “No, no. You can keep playing it if you want. I don’t mind.” Seneca stared at the unicorn, then her harp. She felt her nerves start to act up. The knowledge that someone was there, listening to her, made her too anxious to continue.
“Seneca, I promise I won’t judge you. I actually really like it. You’re really good!”
Though it was meant as a boost of confidence, the earth mare couldn’t help feeling even more anxious. She wasn’t used to compliments. “U-Um…” Her voice was soft again. “Th-Thank you…”
Awkward silence ensued. Neither knew what to do or say. Absent-mindedly, Seneca plucked a string or two, mostly out of boredom and not knowing what else to do. The pull of music wanted her to continue but she felt a bit too insecure. Too scared. It felt as though her body was being put into a box, one that crammed her inside and made her feel tight. An air pocket too small to breathe in. Seneca swallowed her feelings and simply went back to standing on all four legs. Her body posture made it clear she simply wanted to get clean and be left alone. Which for Dream, she was happy to oblige, though not without some helpful guidance. It was what she was best known for. Guidance to help a fellow pony in need!
“Alright. Now…hmm…do you mind closing your eyes?”
Seneca was a little skeptical of this and gave Dream a glance, though the unicorn only smiled. “Trust me.” It was odd to hear. To want her to close her eyes. But she did anyway. “Good. Take a deep breath for me.” Though shaky, the mare did so, which prompted Dream to ask again. This continued until Seneca could breathe normally and a small bit of her anxiety was gone. “Great! I’m so proud of you!”
Her tail wagged a little from hearing that. But she was quick to back kick it and stop it. It was more annoying than endearing to deal with. Especially with someone she didn’t know. There was a soft giggle before the throat was cleared.
“Ok. Now, let’s see….hmm….” A pause. Presumably as Dream thought of something to say. “What kind of music do you like? Obviously the harp, but is there any other specific genre?”
This made Seneca want to go on a huge passionate speech about her love for music, but she didn’t wish to waste the time of someone helping her, so she kept it simple. “I like…..um….the violin…and….the piano…mostly instrumental music. It’s really soothing to listen to, even moreso to play..um….guitar is nice…and I used to play the flute. My parents said I was really good at that. Which..I guess? Um..everyone says it’s one of the most difficult instruments to play, but I don’t think it is. It’s actually quite simple……do these count as genres?”
“Of course!” Was Dream’s enthusiastic response. Seneca took this as an ok so she wouldn’t dare try to correct the mare. She shivered as she felt a bit of water touch her fur. “Any hobbies? Things you like to do?”
Seneca gave a light nod. “Mhm. I like to bake, draw, play my instruments, read books, go out exploring, swim, write stories…mostly be by myself..”
“I see. Well, Nova says you’re really into video games, since you’re always cheering him on.”
“Oh, I..I am. I just…I’m not used to watching others play. I’m more of a….co-op player.” Though she couldn’t see for the moment, she could simply hear Dream’s ears perk up, and knew this would greatly contradict her previous statement of liking to be alone.
“Co-op. Hm…have you ever thought to ask Nova if you could play with him?”
Seneca shook her head. “No. I haven’t. And I would prefer to keep it as it is. Him playing and me watching. Besides, I don’t want to ruin his experience by me being really…really bad at the game.”
Dream went silent, then took another deep breath. “We will need to work on your confidence later. Goodness…well, I’ll bring it up to him and see what he says. Of course, I won’t say it’s because you are curious. Don’t worry. He won’t know it’s you.” Before the thought could even cross the mare’s mind, it seemed the unicorn was one step ahead, knowing the unintentional anxiety that could come along. “Anyways,” She said as more water was applied to the earth mare’s tail. “Not only do you have Nova’s attention, but you seem to have Eve’s too. And Monochrome’s. Though, you don’t visit them as much. From what I’ve heard at least. I don’t want to assume. It might be because you can’t fly and as Monochrome is rarely seen outside of school or their home, it would be rather difficult to meet up. Plus they don’t consider you to be very close. At least for now. There’s always a chance! Anyways, Eve talks about you. You seemed to make her mailpony trips a bit more tolerable with all the treats you make for her. She does say that it’s a little awkward talking sometimes but you seem to show genuine interest in some of the things she likes, such as music. Specifically the violin and piano.”
Something seemed to click in Dream’s mind and she squealed in delight. “That’s it!” This startled Seneca and she opened her eyes to look at the unicorn, a little frightened by the sudden rise in her voice. Dream cleared her throat. “Sorry, got too excited. But you play both of those. I don’t think she knows yet, but if you tell her, she’ll be super happy. I just know it.”
She wanted to protest. Seneca wasn’t willing to play in front of anyone, much less a mare she saw only once a week. She was more than content just giving baked goods. But the look on Dream’s face said otherwise, and the earth mare wasn’t one to let someone’s hopes down. So she smiled and shrugged a little. “Maybe….we’ll see.”
Dream nodded and motioned to Seneca’s coat. “I also got you clean. You’re good to go now!”
Curious, she looked, and noticed there wasn’t a speck of mud or dirt left, not even a slight bit of dust. Seneca looked at Dream again and, slowly, turned around and gave the mare a light hug. It was gently returned by the kind unicorn. And they held it for a good few minutes before Seneca started to pull away. She looked to her harp, then to Dream. “Um….thank you..I don’t…know how to repay you..but…”
The mare simply smiled and waved it off with a hoof. “Don’t worry, Seneca. All I want you to do is to be more confident. To be happy. And I’m more than willing to help you through it. But it’s up to you.”
Seneca contemplated for a moment. She did feel rather comfortable now, but not completely. It would take a good while before anything personal was stated. But it was better than working through her problems alone. That only ever got her into more trouble. So she gave a light nod.
“I’d like that. Thank you, Dream.”
Dream smiled, much happier now, and levitated the supplies with her magic. She got off the couch. “I’ll go ahead and put these away. Then we can start our first session.” And with that, she was gone again. Seneca left alone, again. She looked outside to the sunny day, hearing birds chirp and flitter about, butterflies and flowers along the edge of the house. It felt serene. So many things happening in her life. Maybe a sit down talk would do her good. Besides, it gave her the chance to get over her anxiety.
“Deep breaths…everything will be ok. You’ll get home soon. Just keep trying.” Seneca whispered under her breath. She was greatly homesick. She wanted to go home. But she lacked the means to. Her mind immediately went to her family, her friends, all worried sick about her. “I’ll be back. It’ll just take a bit longer. But I will be back.”
As the sound of hooves got louder she looked back to see Dream, who motioned the mare to sit on the couch, a sincere and welcoming smile on her muzzle. “Ready?”
Hesitance filled her, but Seneca nodded and joined Dream on the couch. This would likely last a good while. More time spent away. But if she had any hope of getting back home, this was something to help her along that track. Something was better than nothing and it was good to make new friends. They may find it in them to help her.
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I have done it! 10 pages! hahah! 4,107 words! Feels great man.
Anyways, yeah. I didn’t feel like drawing something so I wrote something instead. Hopefully it works just as good. And apologies if this isn’t accurate to Dreamy, I really tried. If there’s anything that should be fixed just tell me and I’ll fix it. I don’t mind!
Seneca by me, Dreamaria, Eve, Monochrome and Nova by @mlpdestinyverse (finally got the name right hehe.)
Also, if you're open to it, I have an idea. A little one. And I completely understand if you'd rather not do it. Completely understandable. I just wanna say the idea to ya while I can.
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A Lightning Rod for Trouble
Hey there, unfurnished rooms. Here's your preamble! I think this'll be about halfway between the MLP backlog for now. We did three, we'll do this one, and we got three after that. Then we'll go back and do another six of Avengers Arena, if for some reason you're looking forward to that. I know I'm not! I am looking forward to reviewing this issue, though, so let's get into it!
Here's the cover:
Oh, that's an Andy Price classic right there. Very much a movie poster, or perhaps a title card for an episode of Danny Phantom or Martin Mystery. You can definitely hear the Martin Mystery narrator reading it aloud, yeah? I know I can! Anyways, whoever affixed this lighthouse with a laser cannon instead of a spotlight was probably a jerk. It was probably that sinister-looking guy on the upper part of the cover. He seems suspicious! And, like... Can you say someone looks horse-faced when they're a literal horse? This guy's managing it, though.
So we open to the ponies out in a rainstorm, having followed a lead to this creepy lighthouse out on the coast. Hitch is absent, but the rest of our cast is here. They're greeted at the door by a sea captain-looking pony with that classic yellow raincoat and some muttonchop-like whiskers. He invites them inside, and introduces himself as Lightning Rod. I'm just gonna call him Rod for simplicity. Rod's called them out here because he might have a lead that can help them find Discord, and asks them what they know about chaos magic.
Now, they could just look up a definition on Wikiponia (yes, that's really mentioned by name), but he'd like to tell them a legit legend about the Mirror of Mayhem. Nopony knows the origins of the mirror, but it came here on a cargo ship. This went poorly, as you might imagine. They're attacked by pirates, and the ship goes down. The mirror is recovered by the captain, who keeps it for herself. This also goes poorly, illustrated by a sudden cut in panels from the grinning pirate captain to her grinning skeleton underwater.
Another pony salvages the treasure, soon to be attacked by a shark in the recovery process. It's then sold on a pier to another pony. A pier one import, you might say. But this next pony buys it, puts it in her saddlebag, and then wordlessly walks off the pier to her doom. This isn’t even implied, either, you see her fall in. Dang, this issue is kinda dark. The mirror washes back up, and another pony recovers it. He's going to be the pony who holds onto it the longest, and given his hair and rather wide grin, he must be the sinister horse-faced fellow from the cover.
This fellow is Fet Lockland, and he's a bit more of a sinister type. He's running basically a Needful Things shop, if you know what I mean. He sells the mirror--and keeps selling it. He doesn't mind issuing a refund for it over and over, what's more important is that the mirror is getting out there and causing chaos and hurting ponies. Soon he just stops sending the mirror out, and starts charging folks to come by and look in it. He bills it as a way to look into the future, though I bet you could stil entice folks with "come in and get cursed". Some folks'll pay for anything.
And then... One day, Lockland just disappeared. Nopony knows quite what happened. If there were any witnesses, they're too traumatised to tell about it. Zipp, all hopped up on hot chocolate, demands answers, and Rod replies that this is where it gets complicated. The rest of that, that's all real. But here's where he has to enter conjecture into his tale. Theorycrafting! That's possibly the scariest thing that's been in this story yet! As they all settle back down and another round of hot chocolate goes out, Rod explains his theory.
See, this goes back to when Discord was still a villain, of course. There's a mild continuity error here, as the writer seems to think Discord was trapped in the castle's stained-glass window of his defeat, instead of turned to stone out in the gardens. But either way, the spirit is not bound by the body's limits. And Discord's spirit, despite being locked in its prison, was able to influence a mirror nearby. This mirror then manages to ensorcellate those who look into it to move it and pass it to another victim--raising havoc all along the way, naturally.
So the mirror made its way to Fet Lockland, and following his disappearance, the shop was eventually cleaned out and the objects sold. This included the mirror, which found its way to another fool. And Rod stops his story for a minute to take them up to the top of the lighthouse and show them what lies beyond it: a ruined, empty town called Candlebright Cove. There's barely anything left, and when asked what happened to it, Rod solemnly takes off his hat, revealing a broken horn, and simply says "Me". He then takes them back downstairs to continue his tale. One last ghost story.
He shows them a few photos of the town in its heyday. Gentle, lovely place. Good, friendly folk. He ran the lighthouse, of course, and in those days, it was a real job that helped folks. But as the years wore on, technology changed. Boats became guided by other means, and the lighthouse fell into disuse. Didn't need it--or its keeper. Uncovering the mirror from a box in his basement, Discord reached out to Rod. A way to keep his job, make sure the town always needs him. All he wants in exchange... Well, imagine the chaos if a few boats ran aground. Resisting the temptation, Rod asks if there's another way.
It's unknown exactly what Discord wanted. Maybe he wanted to steal Rod's magic, like he did with Lockland. But Rod uses his magic in an attempt to free Discord, blasting the mirror. And instead of freeing Discord's spirit, it instead destroyed the mirror--and all of Candlebright Cove in the process, as well as Rod's horn. With the mirror broken, Discord's spirit and its evil power vanish from it. But Rod's heart is also broken. He didn't mean for anything like that. He regrets holding onto the past so tightly... So tightly that it broke.
He shows them the remains of the mirror now. It no longer causes its bad luck, but it does still reflect some things--including an image of Discord's former lair. Looks like somepony else is also still holding onto the past. They've got a clue, and Rod feels at ease. He knows this is the only thing he can do to make things right, that’s the whole reason he contacted them. The group takes the mirror and prepares to leave, now that the rain's let up.
As they leave, Zipp begins to realise there's still something fishy about Rod's whole story. How does he get phone service way out here (necessary to see their post and contact them)? Where does he get groceries if the town was destroyed? How long ago did all this take place if Discord was still trapped? Pipp brushes it off, saying Rod was just jazzing it up as a storyteller, since everypony likes a little mystery. And as Sunny glances back... there is no lighthouse, and no Lightning Rod. Just another ruin like the town...
Golly. Now that one... That’s a great issue. First off, it addresses the complaints from the last couple, since the characters are actively pursuing a lead now. And then... Well... Just the whole thing. It’s a creepy, dark issue with about as unsettling an atmosphere as you can get while still being appropriate for its audience. Some of it, particularly Rod’s actual encounter, is a little ambiguous (I think one text box is erroneously printed twice), but a lot of ghost stories are. It’s a well-constructed, spooky issue, and I recommend it.
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Pony Rituals (4/5)
Or so I thought. I was still unsure of how to proceed. After all, I didn’t want to upset Melody the same way I did to the other one… After I got her a job with a caravan of travelling musicians and ponies that dress up and a couple of weeks of contact with her went by, I began to worry that she might forget about her friend. Melody visibly tried to push all thoughts of her from her mind, losing more and more of herself in the friendly company of her new companions. The thought of her friend was still obviously there, but it felt like the concept of her in Melody’s mind was withering faster than a rose deprived of water and forced to grow in the catacombs. Incidentally, withering roses taste like eating dust. I was really worried that I would fail Melody and her friend, dooming their friendship to an excruciating, slow end.
That was until she invited me to come see a street-play they were performing. I was confused at first by the nature of the invitation and the play since Melody only wanted a platonic relationship with me while the so-called playbook promised romance. An explanation for why dangled just out of reach of my consciousness, goading me and irritating me. Worse, a sort of electric current in my mind told me that this event had meaning, had weight, in some sort of fashion that I apparently wasn’t meant to know about above the subconscious level. To put events into metaphor, this invitation and the thought of the play felt more like an insistent hoof-wave that wants something rather than a more sedate hoof-wave that acts as a reinforcement of kinship. That image of a desirous hoof-wave taunted me over and over, cackling in amusement that I could not help her with anything, whispering words of doubt in my ears that maybe this was a happy end in itself, with Melody being friendly to me enough to keep me going while still having companions in the caravan to keep her going. Despite the voices, I needed answers. I had to go.
I took my seat in the devoid auditorium, having made an effort to be a half-hour early for the performance so I could think some more about this in peace. Again, why the invitation? I thought back to some of my dealings with other ponies, but none of them provided an explanation for what I felt at this moment. I thought back to my dealings with the two whose relationship I was trying to solve, and wondered now, why the kindness? Now that I was of a level head with no crowds to muddy my thoughts, I recognized that I behaved incredibly strangely to those two ponies that I thought were so cute. The DJ, I acted inappropriately to in the confusing haze of the raving ponies’ ecstasy, while the cellist, I got kicked out of work while my flank was drunk off the students’ amusement. By all appearances, they could have made my life worse for them, should have done. They could have had me drawn and quartered, but the
As the time for curtains to rise came near, I made a conscious decision to ignore the pessimistic voice that was goading me, instantly releasing me of some of the hollowness that tasted like dussssst in my mouth. Free of these scoldings, I then began to scold myself for my own stupidity, for not being able to see the revelation that I was missing but which seemed to be right in front of my eyes if only I could concentrate.
My ears bent backwards in reflex. Pony reflex, that is, not that of my own biology. …Actually, why did my ears flatten? I said this out loud, but nopony else noticed.
I put that thought out of my mind as the lights dimmed and the curtains fell back to reveal the scene in front of me. Regular ponies, obviously disguised, pretending that they’re nobility, or even royalty! I hadn’t known ponies could even do this! Still, it was obvious that they weren’t who they presented themselves as: one earth pony dressed as a guard had fake wings, and royalty would never conduct themselves in such a manner or come to a location such as the seaside they attempted to convey with the backgrounds.
My criticisms, however, simply melted away as the orchestra began to softly play and the pony introduced as King Gallowe began to passionately speak of personal hardships and worries for the possibility of civil war between two provinces of his land. I mean, even now, I knew that this wasn’t really happening: he clearly wasn’t who he said he was, he didn’t believe in it, nor was the music with its familiar cello a natural part of the world trying to be conveyed, nor could anypony begin to believe that any of this was real. But, somehow… I wanted it to be true. I knew it was fake, but I didn’t care.
Maybe our kind and their kind aren’t so incompatible after all, I whispered…
It was during the third act that I finally got a clue. In this act, the duke and duchess of the rivalling provinces tearfully confess their undying love for the other to the same priest. This priest, knowing how they unintentionally hurt each other in the past, writes a letter of apology to the duke with the duchess’s confession and signature, as if it was written by her. He then does the same to the duchess with the duke’s confession and signature. To both letters, he appends a meeting place and time at his church. The plan works perfectly, both duke and duchess show up, and they sing their love for each other with musical accompaniment before getting married and intermission drops.
#the fractions have been doubled!#mlp#my little pony#friendship is magic#fanfic#fanfiction#writing#yeos#i had terrible writer's block these last few days with this but i just said 'fuck it' and started writing some theme bullshit for later#written today#pony#pony rituals
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As he saw his Guardians head upstairs, knowing that they would tell the group that he would not let the Crystal Royals out of his sight as he followed them whither they went, Spike slowly took a deep breath as the realisation of his great responsibilities dawned on him; but he did not listen to his fear, and stayed hidden as he silently trailed Shining and Cadance through the halls of the Palace.
But soon after he started following them, staying high and out of sight by leaping between columns, Spike realised that though the flapping of his wings was almost silent, it was loud enough for both Shining and Cadance to hear; but to his relief, they quietly told each other that they had to rest, as they were far too tired, given that neither of them was even able to use either magic or wings.
Thanking Nox and the Princesses for giving him the tuned crystal to use, Spike waited until the two had turned the corner before he quickly dashed over there himself, all while quietly grumbling that he hoped what he was doing was worth it, as he was starting to grow tired; and he hoped nopony else was affected by the tuned crystal, as he remembered it drained others in a great radius around him.
Many flights up in the Crystal Castle, Eclipse finally felt able to use their wings again, and they quickly flew the entire rest of the way up to meet the rest of the group, and to let them know that Spike was following Cadance and Shining; and they made the final preparations, since they knew they had one chance to make their plan work, and they had to be perfectly in tune to save their friends.
While Starlight and the Sisters each took a number of the shielded crystals, and headed to separate windows around the top of the Palace, Sunburst lifted the spell he had placed on the box, and asked Nox to be especially careful with the pendant; and after Nox made sure the box was closed properly, she gently picked it up with her paws, and nodded to Sunburst, and flew outside through the window.
Flying into the familiar and comfortable dark of night, Nox swiftly passed the spire of the Castle, and she hovered around here for some time while the others waited for her signal, since they needed to drop the cursed crystals before she dove past; and Nox took a deep breath, spread her wings, and glided through the air while she spoke through the Void to her Mother, Aunt, and Light and Stygian.
It was clear to Nox that both Light and Stygian were exhausted, even if they were overjoyed to hear that she was hovering the spire of the Castle, and about to dive towards the dark prison far below; and she asked the two if there was enough room for her to come to a stop safely, since she knew not at what speed she would fly down there, nor what the ground was made of, if a crash was inevitable.
After a brief moment of silence, during which both Light and Stygian tapped the floor for a moment, the two shrugged to each other, and admitted to Nox that they could not tell what the dark material was, as it did not feel like anything they knew; but they confirmed that Nox only needed to make it past the stairs, since there was limitless space for her to slow down and come to an eventual halt.
When Nox noticed her heart started beating more rapidly, Nox opened her eyes for a moment, and just looked at the stars for reassurance as she circled the Palace, eventually slowly passing the spire, whereafter she flew upwards once again; and here, she spoke to Luna and Celestia, and told them she was ready, when she was met with gentle words of comfort, when the Sisters asked her to be careful.
A warm smile grew upon Nox's face as she promised her Family and friends that she would be careful, before she told them she was ready, and she flew out some distance from the Palace, until she could see a dark speck under the Palace; and while Nox flew up at an angle, Celestia, Luna, and Starlight were hovering the shielded crystals out of the window, while Sunburst prepared to lift the shields.
A new star lit up the sky, and at the exact same time, everypony yelled out:
"NOW!"
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Nox Lunarwing from @nox-lunarwing
Solar Eclipse and Twilight Sparkle as Twilight Eclipse from @asktwilighteclipse
Back from GalaCon and completely exhausted after such an incredible weekend, but I'm taking time to rest and relax, which I can do with writing very easily.
Solving the puzzles that Past Me had created for Future Me for when I became Future Me, making sure everything fits together neatly, and creating something I'm proud of, it helps a lot!
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“Mom! Mom! C’mere!”
The exuberant little colt was over the moon, galloping as fast as his growing legs would take him in search of his mother. He had a big surprise for her—well, technically two surprises! The second one came as a surprise even to him.
“Mountain Peak!”
Limestone Pie looked up from her work looking a bit irritated, like he had interrupted something important. Although it was really the same work she did every day, no more and no less.
“What do you want?”
Mounty was normally put off by his mother’s sour, fun-squashing attitude, but right now he was too excited to care about that. He was jumping up and down like a younger foal, barely able to contain himself.
“I got somethin’ to show you! It’ll only be a minute, follow me!”
“Alright, but make it quick.”
Limestone begrudgingly followed him; it was clear as day she was thinking to herself how inconvenient it was to be interrupted from her work. She didn’t even bother to put down the tools she was working with, because that would have been another few seconds wasted in her eyes. But then she noticed something—
“What’s that on your flank?”
“Oh, nothin’…”
The colt smirked mischievously, having fully intended for her to notice.
“Just my cutie mark!”
He turned around and showed it off proudly, like it was a real gemstone.
“Good Gaia.”
Even Limestone was surprised at what she saw, not just that her youngest foal had finally earned his cutie mark but it was a rock! A shiny geode to be exact.
She couldn’t quite express her surprise and what she really thought of this, but that mark did mean one thing: somepony who was sure to help out around the farm.
“How’d you get it?”
She mumbled through the toolbox in her teeth.
“Keep followin’ and I’ll show ya!”
Mounty led her across the farm, making sure to trot so as to not take up too much of her time. It took a bit longer than usual because what he was about to show her was hidden away at the edge of the farm, where nopony would see it before it was ready.
“Ta da!”
He finally called out in a sing-song voice once they reached their destination.
Before them was a contraption that appeared to be a metal slide, stretching out for a few yards from end to end. At the higher end was a pile of rocks, which Mounty had set up to demonstrate.
He had to admit, the initial thrill of getting his cutie mark had waned just a little as a somewhat anxious feeling set in. He knew his mom wouldn’t like knowing that he’d wasted valuable work time on this, and he knew she wasn’t particularly open to new ideas. But he got his cutie mark making this, it had to be a sign! Maybe this time would be different.
“What in Gaia’s name is this?”
Hopefully…
“Y’see, I’ve been watchin’ the way you and my aunties haul all those rocks around, and it looks like an awful lot of work! And it takes a whole lot of time, that I’m sure you wanna use on other jobs ‘round the farm. So I did some drawin’ and plannin’ and buildin’ for a solution, and came up with this. Never durin�� work hours of course! But watch this!”
He hoisted up a rock from the pile, pushing it into the slide and watching it roll down.
“With the incline, the rocks do all the movin’ for ya! You could build one o’ these clear ‘cross the farm! An’ this one is made of titanium instead of wood, so it’s a lot less sure to erode.”
Then he unintentionally struck a nerve.
“I bet Grandpa woulda liked one of these when he was around, don’t you?”
Limestone didn’t say anything at all for a moment, her mouth dropped agape and her toolbox fell with her jaw. Mounty couldn’t imagine what she was thinking now. Pride? Anger? Sadness? Surely she was missing Grandpa. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought him up?
Not even the Pie matriarch herself knew what to think at first. She had to admit to herself, it was impressive how much skill Mountain had at such a young age. He had designed and built this whole contraption all by himself. It showed a whole lot of dedication and skill.
It also showed a stubborn desire to defy his family’s traditions.
Mounty watched her move her mouth silently for a moment, in pure shock, until she clutched her father’s old necktie and came back to herself.
“Mountain Peak, there’s a reason we do things the way we do on this farm.”
She growled.
“Out of respect for everypony who worked these fields before us. All of the stallions who held this farm together so we could be here. Your grandfather, Igneous Rock. Feldspar Granite and his brother Brackish—the first. And many generations before them. Are you trying to spit in their faces and say they didn’t know what they were doing?”
“No, of course I ain’t!”
Mounty protested, but he couldn’t stop Limestone from picking up her tools and going in on his contraption.
“What are ya doing?”
“Taking this thing apart! We have better things to use this titanium for. Things that won’t make us lazy.”
“It ain’t makin’ us lazy!”
Mounty was outright angry as he argued back.
“It’d make our work better, more efficient even! Grandpa an’ the rest o’ the family jus’ didn’t have tools like this, else they woulda done this too!”
“You don’t know that. One thing I do know is your grandpa wouldn’t like you talking back!”
There was nothing else Mounty could do but kick up dust in frustration, helplessly watching his mom dismantle his hard work…
Painfully slowly. In a twisted way, it was almost comical.
“A couple o’ power tools would get the job done real quicker.”
“Don’t tell me how to do my job.”
She snipped back through the screwdriver in her teeth.
“Go take that cutie mark and do something useful with it.”
And off the colt went, stung by how much this big moment had been soured for him. He couldn’t sugarcoat it: Mom was more ornery than ever. And only getting worse each year since Grandpa died, even though she claimed to be following his legacy.
If she was, they clearly knew two different Igneous Rocks.
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