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Parcly Taxel: Shaking and rubbing have the same initial effect; the genie is just a cloud of mist, so floats out of their vessel without feeling anything unusual. Once outside and facing their wisher, however, any further shaking sends unbearably great tickles up their misty tails and into their solid half!
Wishgriff: This is also the finished vector of what Parcly did at UK PonyCONLINE: Welcome to the Maneframe.
(Derpibooru mirror here.)
Parcly Taxel: This is what I was doing in those eight months. Nova Spark, a friend of mine, turned into a genie as her own wish. In between vectoring sessions I did so much mathematics they could fill an entire book.
Spindle: Parcly’s memory stretches very deep. If she promises to grant a wish, no matter what comes her way, she will grant it.
(SVG here.)
Parcly Taxel: Happy Deepavali/Diwali, everypony! This vector was much inspired by a very old picture of Twilight Sparkle of the Twixie Genies with a single candle on a table. Here I’ve replaced that candle with diyas (oil lamps) on a rangoli (a colourful decoration made from rice flour or flowers).
(SVG here.)
Parcly Taxel: For 2018, Deepavali is 6 November in Singapore, where my mod lives, and also south India, but 7 November in North India.
Genie Pinkie: Since it is the mid-autumn festival (at the time of this post), I took Luna from my universe and squeezed her body into mooncakes, which do taste delectable enough to my tastebuds. Indeed, she even enjoyed eating herself!
The pattern on the mooncake is the Pappus graph and the signature in the top-right was scanned and simplified from Parcly’s mod’s handwriting. The characters after Parcly’s logo form the mod’s real Chinese name, while those before simply say “mid-autumn festival”.
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The finished YCH, for JKjuggs (Storm Shield). SVG here.
Parcly Taxel: She really does look a lot like a shantae, with her long ponytail and reverberating hair. In fact, the latter’s so long that it flows into her lamp alongside the normal genie mist, creating an extra layer of cosiness.
Genie Rainbow: Eh, Scootaloo could wish herself to be able to fly in this form, but she finds it better to float around holding the bottle in her hooves. The Cutie Mark Crusaders have grown so much since meeting each other so many years back; their cutie marks attest to this growth. I still grant wishes from her for many other things, like seeing Flash Magnus face-to-face or visiting exotic places to excite her heart.
Parcly Taxel: I can create geniefying bottles on demand – indeed, those bottles in the first panel were mine. I’ve given some of those to Twilight.
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Scootaloo: This picture of us Cutie Mark Crusaders is part of an answer comic that should appear after this on ANH (I got the most attention in the questions asked). No matter their age, genies share their love of granting wishes to other ponies!
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Parcly Taxel: I discovered this type of auction called a YCH, bid on one and unexpectedly won. Curious, I have now decided to start my own auction featuring a cosy genie (with some jewellery attached). The point is that you have the chance to get your own character in place of the genie I’m showing above!
The link to the auction is here. I wish you best of luck!
Genie Fluttershy: While I can talk to animals just fine in my pony form, sometimes I really need to reach into their hearts to make them smile or appreciate what I’m doing for them, and for this I transform into their species – sometimes multiple species at once, like the lamia form shown above.
If ever I get suddenly sucked in, be it my bottle or a powerful vacuum cleaner or even a black hole, don’t worry: we genies have in-built protection! Under a strong enough suction, we involuntarily dissolve into genie mist, which can slip through the tightest of spaces and turns.
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Parcly Taxel: Of course they do exist! Indeed, a long time ago I geniefied my own mentor Luna using the same spells I used on myself, the result being as above. Cadance got the same treatment, but eventually the novelty wore off and I reversed the spells.
Parcly Taxel: This marks the first appearance of my dreamscape form, where I float with my hindlegs dissolved into genie mist but without being tethered to any bottle. This is the representation of what I wish to be myself.
By the way, my mod has a ko-fi account to which you may send tips to. I don’t drink coffee, though. [On the ANH blog there is a button linking to that page on the sidebar.]
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Genie Fluttershy: Finally, Parcly found the time to tell my own story, which you could say is a little calmer than Rarity’s.
The teapot I am holding in panel 3, which was pushed to Derpibooru as a checkpoint, is a Utah teapot – a common test figure in computer graphics, which Parcly likes.
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Six Alicorns – Celestia, Luna, Cadance, Flurry Heart, Twilight and Parcly – in one place. SVG here.
Parcly Taxel: This is something I’ve been wanting to do for months – gather all the alicorns and myself for a photo – and here it is!
A request for LightFury/Kaenoch featuring his OC Moss Hooves get sucked into a bottle – and turned into a Saddle Arabian genie. SVG here.
Parcly Taxel: Comparatively, I had eaten less and exercised more yesterday than the day before, so I was feeling better when I woke up. Outside the partially frosted window in my hotel room was a green wall and a palm tree, providing a soft lighting effect on the adjacent table. Aching in my front hooves was not the result of the massage, but the swimming.
Spindle: There was also a 500 rupiah coin left over from our shopping sprees, all but one higher denomination being realised with notes. This is made of aluminium, like the one yen coin of similar value, yet their utilities differ by a gulf: because giving exact money and exact change is a courtesy in Japan, the yen coin is in wide circulation. In contrast, as long as enough money is paid, the Indonesians are happy. Customers will often forgo collecting the smallest change, leaving it as a tip.
Parcly: Since we began our local food adventure at Made’s Warung, it was natural that we should end it there. I had beef rendang and gado-gado (long beans, bean sprouts, peanuts and tofu) for brunch, enjoying the external scenes a little quieter than before.
There is a lot of the island of Bali we did not explore due to time constraints. For one, Mount Agung provides all the volcanic material found closer to its shores, a theme also found in other Indonesian islands, while the northern regions are scarcely touched by modernisation and globalisation. I was mistaken about Bali being a small island; it only looks small because of Java and Sumatra to its west, Kalimantan above and New Guinea to its east.
Spindle: Still, to many tourists who descend upon this destination, all the relevant places are concentrated in the south, giving a veneer of convenience. The price for that is an abundance of touters. As long as you don’t look at them or their products, they won’t pester you back, just as windigos prefer not to be disturbed by non-windigos during a hunt.
To give Parcly some time to digest her brunch, we took another dip in the hotel’s pool. This time I gave her an ice floe to play with, mending it when needed under continuous sunlight. Continuing her exploration of the forms in the necklace, she grew her seapony tail and slid it across the floe, emulating some conditions around Seaquestria.
Parcly: I looked to the sky, then my necklace. The aura that developed left behind feathery ears and fetlocks, wings to rival Celestia’s and darkened claws where my front hooves were. My voice’s timbre changed too, to a more chirpy quality reinforced by a thin-walled beak. Further aerodynamic enhancements came to my hairs, which straightened out. I moved in and out of the water, changing between seapony and hippogriff each time, tasting the fluidity between these two forms.
Spindle: After drying out and packing up the luggage, loaded by few tangible souvenirs, we headed to Ngurah Rai across the busy main roads. There is no public transportation system across Bali like in Canterlot, but this deficiency is much loved by everypony, both locals and tourists. It means more interactions in each journey, meaningful conversations with endless possibilities, not all sweet and boring.
Parcly: Just before my flight I had dinner at Last Wave, a cosmopolitan surf-themed restaurant – the name was an uncanny fit. I ordered truffle macaroni and cheese and accompanying sirloin steak, both of which I consumed as a hippogriff due to the species’s affinity for meat and grains. For “The Rocks”, a chocolate fudge brownie dessert, I reverted to an alicorn.
Thus I took off with the night in full swing, looking down upon the laces of lights demarcating streets and locations of interest. More lights shone in the distance, representing islands up and down the chain from Bali. The cries and beeps and clinks, each an individual expression of vibrant life, merged into a uniform background din and then faded into howling stratospheric winds.
Spindle: Finally, we landed in Canterlot at 21:40. Rather than the castle’s topmost balcony, we took to riverside where we could admire all three domains of the creatures of the world – land, sea and sky. The same domains were encompassed in the precious necklace from Ocean Flow.
Parcly: I saw in that necklace the vague shape of a Julia set, a depiction of the boundary between domains of a particular dynamical system. At the same time, the up-pointing sapphire could stand for the sky, the down-pointing one for the sea and the other two on left and right for the land. The fact that the whistle-like device ported by most hippogriffs/seaponies only allows conversion between the first two domains was why Flow needed to make something new for me, lying in the third domain.
Sweet Luna, it is simply gorgeous.
Parcly Taxel: There were still a few grains of the fine volcanic sand from Seminyak Beach on my bed when I woke up against the weight of all the food from yesterday. I had already digested some of it and magically burned off the rest before brushing my teeth. Spindle was not at all affected, leaving a healthy dose of frost on my coat and genie mist.
Spindle: Crossing into Monday, the tourists outside were done with decadence, revealing the familiar side of Bali: locals on motorcycles (some without helmets), the odd curious tourist window-shopping, cigarette smoke billowing from the mouths of workers at rest. An endless cycle of building huge events over weeks or months, then tearing them down in mere hours, is symptomatic of the island; crowds swell and disperse in response. Yet the fundamental spirit was not gone.
Returning to the Treehouse Café for brunch, since it was already half past ten, Parcly had fried noodles alongside orange juice and black coffee – the last leaving quite a bitter aftertaste because too much powder had been dissolved. The local beer is Bintang, a Pilsner, signs for which can be found everywhere in this part of Bali, but she abstains from alcohol.
Parcly: On the other side of the hotel from where we had walked, as far away as the current bars and pubs, lies the memorial to a serious bombing in Bali that happened sixteen years ago, to which we made a short diversion. It is the deadliest bombing that has happened in Indonesia, with a majority of foreigners among the fatalities. Accordingly, there were a hoofful of other ponies around, pointing to the names of victims or taking photographs.
Spindle: Nothing much of our interest remained unexplored, so we kicked back swimming in the hotel’s rooftop pool. An amusing scene played out there when young workers descended under the poolside planks to fix a light without getting wet themselves.
Parcly: Aided by oceanic winds, kites flew serenely above the bustling streets, contrasting with the run-down exterior of the top of the neighbouring Sky Garden nightclub and maintenance right behind my position. The in-house restaurant and bar was devoid of ponies, as expected at this time of day, though it was still playing music from its speakers.
Nevertheless, the scene as a whole reeked artificial when compared to the seapony delight I lived out among sandy waters and cheap refreshments at the beach the day before. I did try Ocean Flow’s necklace here, but my tail kept on slapping the walls rather than making clean movements through the medium.
Terramar: Parcly loves the mountains more than the sea, so doesn’t have as much swimming experience with three limbs like Twilight (who brought out fillies to see me among others). She would prefer a visit to my father over my mother, but her aspirations reach beyond the atmosphere into astronomy and the workings of the universe, as her galaxy cutie mark signifies so clearly.
Spindle: The afternoon dragged on, sunlight diffusing over clouds. I passed the time by freezing ice cubes out of the water. Again, light meals replaced lunch, and just before we thought we were the only users of the pool for the day and were packing up, a bunch of smokers sauntered in.
Parcly: With the water done, we hit up the Smart Salon & Day Spa, where I ordered a one-hour back-of-the-body massage. The masseuse was at first busy with another client. She began my session in a dimly lit room by applying layers of oil on my back, then pressing and pinching my coat to softness. This was then extended to my neck and front hooves. I turned over, facing dreamcatchers, and received more of the same on the latter before it was concluded with a few head rubs. I was told to keep my wings shut – I can preen them myself of course – and they covered my horn when they got to the head.
Spindle: If that was a Balinese massage, a Balinese dinner was a good companion. For that we went to Poppies, one of the oldest restaurants in Bali with open-air tables, straw-covered roofs and other decorations of old. Against the twilight, with table lamps for illumination, Parcly had fish chowder soup and beef curry rice paired with garlic bread. Considering the “secret garden” feel of the place, entry and exit going through a single door, it was no wonder that it had won a number of local tourism awards.
Parcly: I probably regained the weight I lost in the morning with that dinner, but that was fine since it was my last night on the island. As I stared at a blank sheet of paper, Luna implanted a message from Ocean Flow into my mind, making me blush.
“I forgot to tell you that my necklace also allows you to transform into a hippogriff! Think of the wide-open skies, uninterrupted by clouds, maybe by rocky peaks. You know, my husband’s domain.”
