#mlp fic

[iyaplikeapeasant]

@dapper-lil-arts I read the great Tartarus escape💀

MY GUY HOW DID WE GET HERE 😭😭

[edgelordhoard]

posting art that isn't creepypasta related? absolutely insane. anyways, i've had this idea for a horror/infection au for a while now that focuses on some of the characters i think are incredibly underutilized, or never used, in these aus.

this is just a concept and i barely have anything written, but if this post gets some good traction i'll see about working on it! been meaning to do something with tiktok for a while now and this might help me get a good start.

if y'all like what you see here then please leave a like, reblog, and leave a comment. lemme know what you like or what you dislike. constructive criticism is encouraged!

below is a summary of the start that i've thought up so far and my idea of how to execute this project.

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Flim and Flam take a trip to the Crystal Empire after running out of areas to scam, trying to come up with enough funds to save their casino ever since the Friendship University scam destroyed their reputation and funds.

After arriving, they found out how difficult it is to fool the crystal ponies with simple tricks. They supposed that after Sombra and Chrysalis they'd learned to be vigilant of sketchy ponies and illusions.

Flim was about to give up but Flam knew that there had to be a way to dazzle the bits out of their wallets. The tourists that came were rich ponies so perhaps they were looking for something that'd dazzle like the empire itself.

There were rumors all across Equestria of how the crystals that grow in the empire held powerful magic, the type that only the best magic wielders could utilize. So when a mysterious but powerful looking unicorn approached Flam with a gorgeous crystal in hoof, how could he say no?

The scam was easy. Beam some light through the crystal, let the cut of the gem make it look like he put on a firework show with a foal's worth of magic, market it as a magic enhancing relic, and call it The Cadenza Crystal. Tourists and citizens alike would eat it up and the brothers would be sleeping in bits in no time. Best of all, the mysterious pony only wanted a small favor in return.

There was no way this could backfire!

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the plan for how i would execute this project is making a whole pilot episode-esque animatic using the finished start above. from there, the rest would be through comic pages for minor story beats and animatics for more important moments. if the project is a success and the series runs for a while, there would be recap posts on certain characters based off of the status posts in the usual infection aus you'd see on tiktok. these slides wouldn't contain stats but simply give us a recap on the cast and what had happened to them last, to help keep those invested updated and to keep a steady flow of content in the case of a new post being delayed or behind schedule.

another thing i would love to do is get voice acting on this! i'd only seen one infection au have "voice acting" before but in the form of ai; which makes zero sense to me since this fandom is full of wonderfully talented people, new and old, who always show willingness to work on any fan project.

TLDR; if you like my concept here lemme know, constructive criticism is encouraged, and if this gets a good response imma see about making it real and hopefully i can help some va's get their start through this!

[rosenapppiing]

They were apple trees, and the fruit hanging off them were of a plump and ripe nature befitting a pegasus' dreams, her dreams. With a gentle flap of blue wings, Rainbow Dash hovered until she was nose-to-skin with the brightest apple in sight.

Food

[ms-tv-art]

Currently reading @zoeyhorse s Twilight x Trixie fic "Twilights New Moon" and this line made me laugh so hard I had to pause for about ten minutes and compose myself

[liminalbliss]

SCISET FIC NO TITLE YET!!

hello to whoever reads this! I’ve never really written before, but i had this in my notes for sooo long and i just wanted to share it!! This is part one of this fic, Twilights POV. I don’t have a name for it yet LOL, sooo suggestions will get taken! I will make a part 2 (ofc for sunsets pov) and it’s HEAVILYYY inspired by the friendship games movie. Enjoy!

People typically described Twilight as quiet, reserved, odd. No one ever really talked to her. Not unless if it was for homework or class assignments. Twilight knew this. She knew nobody liked her, everyone seemed to have this bit of hatred towards Twilight. They hated her boring straight hair. They hated how professionally she dressed with her stupid skirts and sweaters. They hated her name brand shoes and clothing. They really did hate Twilight Sparkle. Did she care? She just tries to get through the day. She can’t control the opinions of others, and she for sure can’t change herself. Twilight always knew she was different.. in some ways. But the way she is and hows she’s perceived to others is not important. She works hard on her studies, focuses on her future and how to excel in everything. Spending most of her time in her lab, with her adorable companion Spike, she never kept up with the outside world, school related news was usually sent to her from the dean herself. But today was different. Twilight was tinkering with some object in her lab, the light sound of jazz music in the background with Spike napping in her lap. The door suddenly opened, entering was a tall thin lady, light pink skin with streaked colored hair of pink, purple, and blonde. She gave a warm smile to Twilight, the purple skinned girl quickly got up from her seat and rushed over to give the familiar face a hug.

“Cadence! What are you doing here?”

Twilight exclaimed.

“Hey there Twi,”

The pink lady chuckled

“I decided to visit the school and see how much changed since I graduated. I also really missed my future sister in law.”

Cadence teased as she ruffled with Twilights hair.

“But I also have some other set of news.”

Cadence said on a more serious note, handing a letter over to Twilight. She stepped back from the hug, grabbing the envelope and ripping it open. It was a letter straight from the school district.

Dear Twilight Sparkle,

Your excellence will not go unseen. We are glad to inform you that you have been chosen to be one of our competitors in the newly made S.T.A.R.S program (Student Technology and Academic Research Series) This program consists of series of competitions between Crystal Prep and Canterlot high. We hope it will showcase the academics and skills of students by putting them through tests and training. Think of it as the friendship games, except all the games include what you have learned throughout the school year. Twilight, we hope you accept this invitation with sincerity. We are excited to see how this new program will succeed!

Thank you,

The Canterlot District

“Ms. Cinch and Principal Celestial are already planning for the first competition to be held this Friday. I guess this new program is another excuse for why i’m here, since I will be judging.”

Twilight stood there for a few seconds in silence. Her hands becoming tense, almost crinkling the paper. Twilight didn’t socialize, that’s wasn’t her thing. And meeting people from other schools? Honestly, she thought it was a waste of time. Most importantly, she was just terrified at the thought of talking with other people. She knows Ms. Cinch already put a high amount of pressure on her, she’s afraid of the possibility of messing up.

“Can I decline?”

Cadences smile faltered, just for a second. She knew Twilight would react like this. But she also knows how smart and unique she is.

“Twilight.. give it a chance. Not only would it look good on your record, but maybe.. just maybe you’ll be able to make friends? People who actually understand you.”

They stood in silence until Twilight finally spoke.

“Okay, fine. I’ll do it. I’ll give this a chance.”

Cadence pulled Twilight for a tight hug, Twilight returning the action.

“The theme of the first competition will be revealed on Thursday, then of course that Friday we will all meet. But i’ll go more into the details with you later. Oh Twi, I am so excited!!”

All Twilight gave her was a small smile. As Cadence left, she melted into her chair petting her dog Spike for some comfort.

“What am i getting myself into?”

She thought to herself. There was many preparations to do before the competition. But she wanted to do some background research from Canterlot high.

She opened her laptop and typed in the school, going into a rabbit hole of all their accomplishments and achievements. She wondered who would be the students chosen from their school. Something then caught her eye, a section from the school website titled “Friendship Games”.

The last Friendship Games that was held, Twilight did not attend. She was at an abroad program, learning with other students from different countries with great professors. She never wanted to participate in these games either way, but curiosity got the best of her.

She clicked on the tab from the website, then opening an article of how much Canterlot High had improved in the friendship games. Pictures were also included of students actively participating in the events. There was this one cycle event, by the looks of it, maybe a race. Someone in particular caught her eye, for a bit too long. Red fiery hair flowing through the wind, fine buttery skin stained with mud, and a determined look on the pretty girls face. Twilight quickly exited the website before her mind could say any more stupid things. She packed her bags and Spike so she could go home and relax until the first competition. She put her earphones in and the song Lone (instrumental) - by Tyler the Creator started playing.

Her walks weren’t that far from school. Usually she would take the bus, but she had no extra cash today. Twilight liked to stay humble. Sure she had a well known, lavish family but she didn’t like to flaunt her money. Her house was huge. Two story victorian style home, said to be passed down from her great grandpa. The house always gave her the creeps, though she never said anything. The house was dark brown with dark gray shutters. There was a huge grandfather tree that usually covered the home with leaves. There were no cars in sight, of course, her parents were working late again. The servants were usually the ones to start dinner, Twilight would eat alone in the dining room. Never in her room. She was always taught each room had its own use. Things in her home were orderly and organized, nothing ever out of place. This family is never out of place, they were.. perfect.

As she finished up her dinner, she went up to her room to continue her homework. She couldn’t stop thinking about the competition, and to her surprise, she started to feel a bit excited.

[spacepuppyart]

New Cover Art

For my Fic "A Child At Heart"

A Child At Heart

A strange lookin "pony" named Nix Wuffstein moves to Ponyville, to work as an assistant for his scientist boss who lives in a hidden lab in

Individual characters+background below the cut

Fun fact: Mogjegon (the snake boy) does have legs. I just didn't know where to put them based on his contorted body. And since he's a shapeshifter I can say he decided to just not have legs for a minute.

[junebuggiezz]

For a writing request could you maybe do mutual pining with twipie? maybe twilight completely overthinking everything before a eventual confession? lolol >u>

Sweeter Than Sweet ✦ Twipie

She pauses and looks back at Twilight. “You do know that you make me happy, right?”  Twilight stares at her, then blinks. “Of course I do. I mean, that’s how friends are with each other.” She laughs lightly. It’s Pinkie’s turn to stare. She blows air from her mouth and looks up in aloof. “Well duh, hehe! I should’ve known,” She picks up the last piece of silverware and places it in the picnic bag. “Just friends…” or, The Princess of Friendship overthinks her feelings to a T.

Everyone who has interacted with Twilight Sparkle or remained in her friend circle knew how smart she truly was. The pony was a proud bookworm who was always drinking in the words to quench her thirst for curiosity, leaving no stone unturned, no clue left untouched. Any question somepony didn’t know was answered by her swiftly, even taking the time to take them to the library to research it for hours on end. 

She was also somepony with a head on her shoulders, taking the time to think logically in any situation before falling into any sort of panic.

Spike nearly in tears because he lost something? “Let’s retrace our steps and see if it pops up.”

Rarity fanning herself in a panic because she ran out of a specific thread material? “I’m sure you told me you kept a spare in your cupboard!”

Rainbow Dash is zipping back and forth because she can’t find her goggles? “It’s… on top of your head.”

So clearly, clearly she doesn’t have many issues that can be solved, right?

Well… no.

Out of all things considered, Twilight had her eggs in one basket—except for one egg she apparently couldn't latch onto was that of liking somepony. And not in the friendship way that she has grown accustomed to, no no no.

This was romantic.

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“More shprinkles, Twilight?” Pinkie’s muffled voice chirps, shaker in her mouth.

“Yes Pinkie.” She nods with a close-eyed smile as Pinkie Pie begins to shake the sprinkles onto her slice of cake. The shake of the sprinkles became more aggressive, making her open her eyes—her slice now covered in sparkly, pink sprinkles—and covering her muzzle with her hoof. Pinkie shrinks her head into her shoulders, ears slightly turned down in lighthearted guilt.

“Shorry Twilight!” She smiles. 

Twilight’s wings lightly flutter as she lifts her fork with her magic. “No no—it’s fine, Pinkie,” She reassures as she takes a chunk of the sprinkle-covered cake and consumes it. As soon as she begins chewing, small crunches of the sprinkles begin to break apart. I hope they aren’t the cheap ones that dye your tongue, she thinks to herself as she swallows the desert and smiles at the mare.

Pinkie’s ears perk up and a comical squee sounds out as she gives a toothy smile.

Suddenly, Twilight doesn’t mind the sprinkle intake.

“Oh Twilight! I was wondering—”

“YES!” She suddenly yelps. She covers her mouth with her hoof and coughs awkwardly. “Ahem-hem. Y-yes?” She smiles toothly.

Pinkie just pushes the sudden encounter aside like it was normal. “I was wonderinn’ if you’d like to come to a picnic I’m setting up later today?” She asks before taking a bite out from her own cake.

“Sure! Where will it be?” 

“At Shaddle Lake!” She muffles.

Saddle Lake… Goodness, she remembers back to the Pinkie duplicates incident.

“That sounds relaxing. Who else will be there?”

Pinkie Pie replies, but her speech is muffled by the sound of cake and frosting.

Twilight laughs lightly. “I can’t understand cake speech, Pinkie.”

A piece of Pinkie’s hair coil twitches as she stares at the princess. She suddenly shakes her head quickly and gulps the piece of cake. “Sorry! I was trying to say that it’ll be,” She takes another bite, but her speech is less muffled, “Thaf it’ll be between jusht the two of ush.”

Hm. Okay. Twilight fidgets her fork in the air. Maybe her speech was muffled again.

“What’d you say, Pinkie?” Twilight questions. Pinkie Pie hums and swallows.

“I said,” She drags, “It’d just be the two of us! Isn’t that great!?”

Twilight nearly bends her fork.

Hm. Okay. Yeah. So she’s very aware that her ears are working.

The princess gives her a wibbly smile, teeth nearly grinding. “I’d LOVE to go!” She pushes from her throat.

Pinkie gasps in glee and claps her hooves together. “Yippeee~! I promise promise promise you Twilight that this’ll be the best picnic EVER!” She squeals.

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Great. This was great, normal even.

Pinkie invited her to a picnic—just her. At Saddle Lake. Just the two of them. Alone.

But it’s okay! They’re friends! Friends can have one on one times together without the full group in tow. It helps create stronger bonds, better learn each other’s interests—Oh, who was she kidding! 

Twilight’s heart had nearly burst when Pinkie admitted it would just be the two of them. This was the problem about romance, it was hard to read whether something was romantic or just plain normalcy! For all she knows, Pinkie’s just wanting to spend time with her friend, meanwhile said “friend” is trying not to word vomit about how she clearly has feelings for her.

Twilight’s wings shuffle in place as she thinks back to her behavior in SugarCube Corner. Did she give her too much eye contact? Did she space out a lot? Were her smiles too forced? Celestia, she felt like digging her head into the dirt and never getting back up.

Twilight pauses as she looks towards a specific path.

If she’s going to impress Pinkie Pie, then maybe she’ll need an outfit to catch the mare’s attention.

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Rarity bites down on the string and perfectly tears it from its roll before using her magic to loop it through the sewing needle. Holding it midair, she aligns the needle towards the purple gown on the mannequin. “Honestly Twilight, I don’t think you need an outfit to court Pinkie Pie of all ponies.”

Twilight, who had been seated on the plush pillows, hunches her torso as she makes circles on the ground with her hoof. “But Pinkie has all sorts of colorful outfits. I thought maybe if I get one from you, that it would catch her eye more!”

“Pinkie has always been extravagant. It’s in her cutiemark,” Rarity replies as she smoothens fabric with her hooves, “Not to mention bright colors don’t match your palette.” She pauses her work and looks over her shoulder.

Twilight lightly pouts before her worried look reforms. “So what should I do?” She lifts a hoof in the air.

Rarity lets her tools float to a table near the mannequin and walks over to the pillow pile to sit next to her. “You just have to swoon her. Go together on that picnic to push her out of her shell and confess as the sun sets.” Rarity daydreams, smiling in content.

“”Push her out of her shell”? Pinkie doesn’t get nervous.” Twilight raises her brow.

“She is around you.” Rarity smirks, batting her lashes.

Ha-ha! Pinkie Pie. Nervous! Around her?

Dear Celestia, the world might end.

“D’oh Twilight, darling, how are you overheating indoors!?” Rarity lifts a foldable fan with her magic and begins waving it in front of her friend’s red face.

But truth be told, I know why, Rarity laughs inwardly.

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A loud BAMF reverbs from the orchard as AppleJack bucks her hind legs at the apple tree. “So lemme get this straight… You dunno if Pinkie likes you in a platonic or romantic way, but you’re too afraid to ask.” She bucks the tree again, grunting as she sees a few of the apples stayed put.

“I… wouldn’t say I'm afraid, I-I’m just worried that she won’t reciprocate, then things would be awkward, then we won’t talk as much, then we won’t be friends, then it would affect you guys and I would—”

BAMF!

Applejack huffs as she turns her attention to her friend and raises a brow. “Sounds like the definition of ‘afraid’, Twilight.”

“Yeah…” She drags.

“Look sugarcube, likin’ somepony ain’t ever easy to think about or act on. But’cha gotta know when to be honest to both them and yourself.” She pokes the tip of her hoof towards Twilight’s chest. “Pinkie knows what she likes and acts on it! Now, I ain’t sayin’ you should do the same, but you should at least do it in a way that slightly steps outta your comfort zone.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ya overthink.” She responds bluntly as she turns back towards the stubborn tree. “Stop thinkin’ about how things’ll go wrong and givin’ up when things don’t change, instead,” The orange pony aligns herself and digs her front hooves in the dirt a few times before, “YOU GET IT DONE!” She lifts herself up and gives the tree a hardened kick. All the apples on the tree finally fall into the bucket, making Applejack laugh in success before letting out a loud, “YEEE-HAWW! HAHA!”

Twilight lightly chuckles at her friend’s cheerful success as the latter comes back and wraps her in a side hug. “Just tell Pinkie how you feel and let things play out. Either way, I’m sure you two can still be friends if it doesn’t work. You are the Princess of Friendship, afterall.”

Twilight hums in content. “Thanks Applejack. I’m glad you told me this.”

Applejack lays a hoof on the brim of her hat. “I am the wielder of the Honesty element.” She jokes.

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The afternoon would soon turn to dawn, and so Twilight decided that it would be best to go to the picnic without any excuse or distraction needed. (She did try to make an excuse, but Spike had practically pushed her out the door and locked her out.)

So with a stuttering heart and nervous sweat, she took her bookbag, picnic blankets, and made her way to Saddle Lake. By the time she got there, so did Pinkie; her very own bag in tow full of the necessities and foods for their hangout.

“Hiya Twilight!” Pinkie waves rapidly.

She laughs. “Hi Pinkie,” She lifts the blankets into the air, flattening them before gently placing them on the ground.

Pinkie Pie unpacks in a blur. Sets of silverware, cups, bird-shaped napkins, and different foods and drinks placed with practiced precision. Pinkie's eyes suddenly widen in realization as she sits down and pulls another item from her bag.

“I for-got! I made a dirt cake for the occasion! You can give it a try when you’re ready, I’m not sure if it’s the type of dessert you’d like.”

Would it be normal for her to confess that she’d risk cavities to become Pinkie Pie’s taste tester?

She shakes the thought out of her head and plops onto the blankets. “I’ll wait a bit to taste it. But besides that, how have you been?”

“Oooh, well lemme tell you!”

Pinkie couldn’t stop the words from tumbling from her mouth when she started. She spoke with animation, moving her hooves around and sometimes using the surrounding objects to add visuals to her commentary, shuffling the blankets in the process. Her blue eyes twirled around in each direction, dilating and shrinking as they reacted towards her emotes.

Twilight, without taking her eyes off Pinkie, digs into the dirt cake with her fork and places it into her mouth. Her eyes widened comically—Pinkie really wasn’t kidding when she made a dirt cake, considering the very earthy taste and texture of the dessert. Twilight goes to spit it out before Pinkie spots her reaction, stopping her rambling.

“You okay, Twilight?” She raises her eyebrows in confusion.

Twilight lets out a muffled “Mhm!” before cringingly swallowing. “I-It’s just Cough- You’re dirt cake is REALLYY good!” She gives her a close-eyed smile.

Pinkie smiles back and looks down at the dessert tray. Except… there wasn’t a bite taken from it. There was a small opening from the shifted blankets that had a missing patch of dirt however.

It was dirt.

The Princess of Friendship accidentally lied and just ate dirt right in front of her.

Pinkie sweats and immediately shifts the blankets to cover the tiny hole. She bends down and bites a good chunk of the cake, its contents smearing over her lips. She quickly bounces back up and picks up a napkin to cover her mouth just in time as Twilight opens her eyes again. Pinkie nods her head in agreement.

“Mmmmhm! Gotta shay, I did a pretty good job at thish!” She wipes the cookie crumbles off her face.

Minutes turned to hours; the two talked about whatever to whoever, ranging from topic to topic on their interests. Memories flood in from all the adventures they’ve been through, trial and error, the settlements they’ve made with themselves and others. 

Twilight vented about the struggles and work as a Princess..

Pinkie vented about the few rude customers she had encountered during her work hours.

She knew it wasn’t as comparable, but they both struggled nonetheless.

Twilight had taken an actual bite from the dirt cake and had to hide her reaction as her friend continued talking. Hopefully she was too focused on telling the story to notice she had eaten dirt earlier.

Time flew, the sun had already set from the horizon, Twilight freezes. Didn’t Rarity tell her to confess as the sun sets?

No… Was she already messing things up? Wasn’t that what she was supposed to do? Was that how confessions worked?

Suddenly she comes back from her inner workings, Pinkie has begun to pack the leftovers and trash into separate bags with fast-paced precision. Twilight abruptly stands back up and uses her magic to curl the picnic blankets from the ground.

“Wow, sure got late pretty fast, huh?” She expresses exaggeratedly.

“It did! But that goes to show how much fun I have with you,” Pinkie says before tying the trash bag. She pauses and looks back at Twilight. “You do know that you make me happy, right?” 

Twilight stares at her, then blinks. “Of course I do. I mean, that’s how friends are with each other.” She laughs lightly.

It’s Pinkie’s turn to stare. She blows air from her mouth and looks up in aloof. “Well duh, hehe! I should’ve known,” She picks up the last piece of silverware and places it in the picnic bag. “Just friends…”

The purple mare's ears downturn, a gut feeling setting in. That sounded like sadness—Was Pinkie Pie sad at what she said? Are they not just friends? Maybe she should’ve said best friends?

Pinkie rubs her hoof on her arm’s side. “Is there…uh… anything else you’d like to talk about before we call it a night?”

Her heart stutters. “Nope! I have nothing else to talk about.” She lies through her teeth, looking away in a flustered, awkward manner. An unresolved tension fills the gap and Pinkie gives a smile that doesn’t match. The pink mare turns and slowly begins to walk off from the picnic site.

Twilight bites her lip. She couldn’t do this anymore.

“D’oh, Pinkie! I’ve been making things more difficult.” Twilight admits with a sigh. Pinkie stops and walks back to her previous spot in front of her friend. “For a while I’ve been trying to force myself into thinking that what I’ve been feeling was just some sort of favoritism or admiration. But clearly it’s something more than that…”

Twilight ducks her body down in guilt and looks towards the side. “I’ve been thinking that I’ve grown to like you more than just my best friend. I-I want to be your partner—Someone who wants to be there romantically—I’ve never really taken much time to pay attention to stuff like this because of all the work I’ve been doing, so… I’m sorry if this isn’t the type of thing that you’re too fond of.”

There’s a few beats of silence that pass through the confession, unable to look up at the pink pony’s expression out of fear before:

“D’awwww, Twilight,” Pinkie tucks her head underneath the mare’s chin and nuzzles her to lift back up, “Why didn’t you say so? I like you, too!” She admits, her previous behavior dropping like a hat.

What?

…

WHAT?

“Ha! Haha!” Twilight's eyes widen, her face beginning to flush as she attempts to look down at Pinkie with her eyes. “How much… do you like me?” She squeaks.

Pinkie giggles, backing up from her and lifting her hooves horizontally as wide as possible. “About THIIISSSS much! No, wait—bigger!” She lays her body down and begins to stretch out. “This much—no, wait—!” She sweeps her hair as far as possible on the ground to attempt to look longer. “No! Not enough!”

As Pinkie attempts to continue, Twilight snorts and covers her mouth with her hoof, now looking at the pink mare affectionately as she uses her magic to lay the blankets back down. “I get it, Pinkie Pie.”

Pinkie’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as she walks back to Twilight’s front, crossing her upper body and neck over her back. “That’s good.” She smiles softly as she cuddles her, closing her eyes in content.

Twilight does the same, prompting the two to slowly lay back down on the blanket as the blue hues fill in, stars gleaming white. All her worries washed away.

“And don’t worry… I won’t tell anyone you accidentally ate dirt.” She whispers, her tone playful.

Twilight lips flatten in realization and shame. Most washed away.

She really was a worrywart. Oh well… at least it was something Pinkie liked.

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𖦹—You kids and your gay little ponies /J. I’m sorry if some things seem rushed or seem OOC, I only know a few bases of gen 4 MLP characterization and have seen only a few episodes/movies here and there. Anywayssss, I hope you enjoyed the writing!! I actually made a playlist to go with this. Please do check it out if you'd like!

[hp-feencraft]

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The Hearts & Hooves Day school dance had fallen so horribly silent. Only the music -- "Feathery" by Milky Chance -- remained, not stopping like everycreature had... when Gilda, driven to utter madness, had unleashed upon her now-former friend the deafening roar of an enraged griffon. Gilda felt she had no other response to what Sun had told her: that she was a terrible person. The one person she trusted, loved, had turned her back on the griffon. Sun betrayed her -- having had enough of Gilda obsessing over her, pushing all others away, treating everyone like dirt because Sun was the only one she cared about -- and the only friend she had left. Gilda just wanted it to stop. Silencing Sun -- and everycreature too, collaterally -- was all she could think to do. And so she did. Now everyone, everycreature, stared. At her. And Sun... was not affected by her roaring one bit. The heartbroken mare, in fact, had this to tell her: "Sorry that I'm just another lame pony like you say everypony else is. But hey, at least I'll never be as much of a dweeb as you are. Now leave."

Gilda did leave. She never came back.

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A piece depicting Songs of Innocence 2's 33rd chapter: "This Will End in Heartbreak". As you might be able to tell, it had a bit of an angsty ending, but I feel like it was the good kind, fortunately. Sun finally finds herself unable to brush off the controlling and downright obsessive behavior Gilda has shown towards her, and -- over Gilda not letting Gallus dance with Sun of all things -- she decides enough is enough. Gilda, as I'm sure you get by this point, does not take it well. Their friendship ends here, she leaves town, and is never seen again for the rest of the story. If any of you guys are interested, I could elaborate on how Gilda is in my fic, as I believe that it's a rather tragic story that I'm a bit proud of, even despite its ending...