#first ic post

[spoilers-ahead-647]

First IC Post: Failed Mission

The door slammed shut, the little brass lock clicking automatically into place, just like Steph knew it would. 

She stalked across her tiny apartment, yanked a chair out from under the kitchen table and sprawled across it, legs propped up on the table and arms dangling at her sides. 

“Grrrrrrrrr.” Stephanie said to herself. “I was this close!” 

She yanked off her mask and tossed it onto the table. “I almost had him! Her! Whoever it was!” she punctuated by throwing her hands in the air. 

Looking around for something at which to direct her rage, Steph glared at a tiny, broken glass statue of a bird she’d found in an alley and brought home. 

“They better fly away,” she mumbled to herself. “Because next time, I’m not going to miss.” 

[killcastle-blog]

≫ @killshield / cont.

         “ -- oh,” he’s good. russo expected nothing less, but it’s nice when his instincts are a dead ringer. he shifts, stance knocked from parade rest and his fingers move to pluck at his cufflinks, head ducked with a modicum of false modesty. “you’re thorough. good. i just hope you didn’t skip over all the other impressive things on the list.”

                    an equally thread-bare hint of a grin is returned. “i would’ve, yes, but this conversation becomes a little more one-sided when you know all the answers. just bill’s fine.” 

[charmingsmygame-blog]

@regentoftwilight liked for a starter!

As the bustle of this so called “friendship festival” died down, Capper noticed many ponies starting to leave and go home. He supposed he should do the same soon - even if it would be quite a way’s back, and.. well, maybe sort of lonely after.. recent events.

Before he could go though, out of the corner of his eye he spotted the princess of friendship herself in what looked to be the first time he’d seen her alone all night. It wasn’t necessarily his style to be all too sincere ever since what happened with the one friend he trusted, but he needed to get something off of his chest.

Quietly stepping forward, he cleared his throat. “Ahem.. excuse me, er.. Princess.. Twilight?” Just how did you approach pastel colored equine royalty, anyway?

The feline awkwardly fiddled with and looked at his paws for a moment before giving her his full attention. “Listen, I.. since I haven’t already, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For uh.. y’know.. tryna sell you and your pals earlier. I don’t know what got into me.” A pause, as he realized that wasn’t entirely truthful.

“Well.. I do - but I shouldn’t have tried to drag y’all into my mess. But uh.. I thought you deserved to hear that. That’s all. Y’all can have no fear, ‘cause I’ll be out of your little pony manes shortly.” 

[a-normal-human-worm-baby-blog]

Why does the name EARTH not look or sound anything like HUMAN even though wee are the dominant species???? Who can Explain THIS??????

[victoriouspink]

"That was absolutely bonkers."

"Let's do it again sometime!"

[deathlykingdom]

".......I have so many questions. But I feel I will not get a direct answer."

[sogekyng-a]

          “a very lovely evening to sanji and sanji only.”

[iced-out-engineer]

It’s late - beyond late, really - but Iced-Out had offered to take the graveyard shift for a good reason; the halls, rec room and even the engineer closet was quiet. Empty, devoid of anyone who’d think of giving the former flier a hard time.

The silver mech chuffed to himself as he fixed a panel back over a brand new repair patch. Courtesy of himself, of course. He had a few more patch jobs to do, then the rest of his shift would be spent sipping warm energon and relaxing next to the heating coils while he pretended to write a shift report (really, he’d be watching Earth romance movies).

It was damn near peaceful tonight.