#mlp writing

[skysyzygy]

Something that’s always stuck out to me in my little pony g4 is how any non-unicorn writes by holding the pencil in their mouth. It seems somewhat unwieldy, and also looks like a less elegant method for writing (which is likely intentional, there are parts in the show that position unicorns in allegories for classism). I can still see using a pencil and having that writing system available making sense, but a system that I think could work for everypony is:

Behold, my idea for a new(?) pony writing system:

Stamps! So you would make a shoe-like accessory that could be taken on and off easily, and put stamps on the bottom of it. The whole shoe would be pressed into an ink pad, and one could select which stamp to use by shifting the hoof slightly to angle that stamp to be pressed into the paper.

These ponies don’t seem to have a ton of rotational capability in their hooves, so I think 4-5 stamps total would work best. The writing system would function not unlike Chinese radicals or Korean Hangul, where each stamp has a “character,” and the number of times that character is used in a word, or which characters are used together, is what distinguishes sounds and words.

It could also function like letters, where combinations of 4 symbols in duos would equal a letter. (If you have four symbols and you’re counting two of the same symbol together as a new “letter,” including the four on their own that’s 20 different combinations assuming AB and BA are treated as different.) I could see this working, but stamps can be hard especially when you have four hooves and no fingers, so I kind of like the idea of paper being gridded and each square is one word or something. Then one would only have to aim the stamp into the grid instead of distinctly next to the other stamp in a smaller range.

Anyway, I wanted to think of a writing system that everypony would use the same way, and could still utilize paper and ink without compromising speed and efficiency. This could also work for other hoofed creatures! I don’t know if this has been done in the show (Friendship is Magic) it’s been a while since I’ve seen it. I also don’t know if this has been done before in fandom; I would honestly be surprised if an alternative pony writing system hasn’t been conceived given the age and size of the fandom. If you’ve seen anything similar to this, let me know! I’d be interested to see what kind of pony writing inventions fan artists and authors have thought up.

If this was integrated into the world of MLP:FiM I could see it being the “default, everyone uses it” writing system. But because the pencil is more exclusive to unicorns, some would see it as a higher, more elegant way of writing than the like “country bumpkin stamp shoes,” which could lead to interesting conflicts. And then maybe you get a storyline about the best poetry in a competition is written in stamp rather than pencil and it’s about classism in the arts yeah that sounds like a my little pony episode

[thedarkcircuswritings]

Part 6 Where Fancypants introduced Female Rockstar Pegasus Reader to his parents and Ofcourse the His Parents disapproves while Reader's Parents approves of it

-🦄 Anon

Fancypants was nervous when it came to the thought of each other meeting the others' parents, but you assured him again and again that things would be alright. However, when you first met his parents, things were very tense. It was clear that they didn't exactly approve of your relationship as Fancypants would've hoped, and it left a sour taste in his mouth when the two of you left. Your parents though? They were automatically ecstatic, talking up and down to Fancypants as if they were an old friend, or maybe even already part of the family. It at least helped to lift up the spirits of the fancy unicorn knowing that he was accepted at least in one family for who had fallen for.

[mushroompone]

@0-bloom

Fate wants me to write an evil Twijack fic REALLY bad.

#25 on my Spotify Wrapped was Haunted, by Poe. Poe has received some attention recently for writing some (very good) original songs for the (very good) game Alan Wake II. The reason this song from her 2004 album is on my Spotify Wrapped is because it was written as a companion to the novel House of Leaves—a fantastic piece of experimental horror literature written by her brother, Mark Z. Danielewski. The siblings worked in tandem on the novel and the album, and released them at the same time.

It’s also a really good song.

“What exactly is the story your grandmother told you?” Twilight asked, summoning a brilliant plumed quill and parchment from what seemed to be thin air. “For posterity.”

“Uh… Wasn’t much of a story,” Applejack said. “She told us the farmhouse grew here. Not how it is now—it used to be smaller, and the farmhouse grew a new room before each new child was born.”

“Approximately how long before the birth did the room materialize?” Twilight asked, her quill scribbling madly as she inspected a nearby doorframe. “Excuse me—grow?”

Applejack chuckled. “That’s a funny story, actually: she likes to say that the house knew she was pregnant with my daddy before even she did. Gave her husband a scare.” 

“Mm-hm…” Twilight murmured. “And the other children?”

“Er… I couldn’t say,” Applejack admitted. “My granny tended to talk in stories. You ever know anypony like that?”

“No,” Twilight replied.

Twilight crouched down to inspect the floorboards, pausing her manic note-taking only to run the tip of her quill along a seam and inspect the compacted dirt and dust which collected there. She made a face of moderate surprise and amusement, then jotted down more information.

“What about your younger sister?” Twilight asked. “Apple… something. Do you remember a new room growing before she was born?”

“Uh… that’s where things get a mite complicated,” Applejack said. “See, there was a bit of a… a fallin’ out. A few, actually. Who was or wasn’t considered a member of the Apple family was a bit of a sore subject when our generation was comin’ up.”

Twilight asked no follow-up questions. She scribbled down a bit of information on her parchment, then poofed her materials away. “Thank you, Applejack. I’ll be running some tests out of my lab in the Library. Do you think I could come back tomorrow to collect more samples?”

“More… samples?” Applejack repeated.

“Yes.” Twilight pointed to the doorframe. “I took a small splinter. As well as some dust from the floors. I hope that was alright—I can put it back.”

“The splinter?”

“Yes. I can put it back if you’d like.”

A small smile broke across Applejack’s face. She shook her head. “Naw. I think we’ll be able to get on without it, Ms. Sparkle.”

Twilight nodded—just once, sharp and curt. “I’ll be going, then.”

“I’ll show you out.”

Twilight blushed as the farmer swept in beside her. “And, um… you can call me Twilight.”

Applejack smiled as she opened the front door and waved the tiny unicorn through. “Pleasure meeting you, Twilight,” she said. “And I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”

Send me a character/ship and a number (1-100)for a snippet inspired by my Spotify Wrapped!

[lepucide]

Number twuo

theyre all done I have a lot queued

This is Gala Apple, she's a RariJack baby, the other one I already posted! Gala was named after the kind of apple called gala apples. I imagine Applejack spent a lot of time on finding the perfect name, and Rarity was very touched but also like go the fuck to bed the baby's not even here yet. Rarity was a little horrified when she saw the baby had GREEN HAIR, but she really tried to ignore it, because she still loved her. She learns to like green... she was a calm and curious baby, and a playful foal. She loves flowers and colours, and runs a flower shop, with money from her lowkey rich mom. She grows, arranges, and sells her own flowers, and loves it. She was given a rabbit, who she named Peach, because of the pale orange spots, and Peaches being her favourite fruit. Applejack tries to convince her to move apples up from second place. Her cutie mark is a bouquet of flowers for her love of flowers and design. She is a canon ship kid.

[sunny-and-vicious]

Hi, Tumbler people! Lately, I felt like writing something, so you can now request me to do a small thing about TF2, DSMP, Hermitcraft/life sires, or MLP. I also can do my own headcanons if you'd be interested...

Or just ask me anything else. I don't mind. Peace out, fellas.✌️

[bluebuckstallion]

the sun will rise again - mlp fic

part two this is part one! part two and so on will be updated/reblogged when they are out! contents: aj and big mac are like. 13 and 15. big mac realizes she is a trans woman, and is guided by applejack, but there is much more to it than just that lol. its also a little hard for her. sappy, feel-good, tough internal conflict but overall happy fic. paragraph one is previewed here, the rest is below the cut! (note: i am aware my blog makes posts a little hard to read bc of a glitch, i am trying to fix it at the moment, i apologize D: i rec reading it on tumblr mobile or highlighting the words as you read, im sorry!)

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Big Mac shuffled his hooves awkwardly. Racing thoughts fought furiously, cluttering his hurting head, and he put a weary hoof against his temple in an attempt to clear the fog. No avail. It was as strong as ever, the rushing current of rip tide sweeping him in the more he struggled. He insisted he'd never felt this way before, trying violently to shake away the thought, it made him shudder. But deep down somewhere he knew, he couldn't hide this strong feeling he'd become so familiar with. It felt like home, but he was trapped inside with the windows boarded and the floorboards were so old they were making him fall through with every step, and there were thick dusty cobwebs everywhere he tried to rest his burdened hooves. He couldn't leave. Outside of his overflowing head, there was a faint knocking at his door, though he had tuned it out completely. His thoughts whirled, and everything was making *so* much noise, the ceiling fan, the electricity in the walls, the birds outside, even the trees being rustled by the evening wind. Everything was so loud, and so muffled and far away, so close and inside his ears, they twitched eagerly trying to bat the harsh noise away, all collected into one horrid ear-piercing amalgamation of staticy sound. His fur was disturbed by his blankets, and his teeth felt uncomfortable as they grit desperately in an attempt to relax, his eyes were dry despite how much and how hard he was blinking, it felt like even the smallest thing would throw him overboard in this thundering storm of unsettlement. -

The knocking got louder. "Big Mac!" The sound was lost in the chaos of it all, but it prevailed. "Big Mac!" There it was again. It didn't quite reach him yet, though. But my, was it there. Incessant. Pounding. Oh, the headache of it all. Just adding to the pile. It hesitated. "Big Mac." The gentle coo reached him, piercing through the overwhelmingly loud silence in the air, he felt this odd choking sensation in his throat when he registered the voice, so familiar and so loving. But would it continue to be after this? The thought scared him. Fear struck his spine in striking bolts, waves of dread sulked, creeping in and making their nest in his aching body. He was so tired of coming back to this again and again, but it plagued his mind like a cold. He realized his internal monologue had been ongoing - even though it hadn't really spoke - but alas he had been lost in his own downward spiral of paranoia again, and had forgotten to respond. "Yu- uh- eeyup?" he stuttered out like he was drowning, he felt and sounded like a silly foal learning to walk for the first time again. He pushed his hoof lightly against his throat, shocked at his own lack of voice. Usually he was calm and confident, knowing what he wanted to say, despite how little it ever was. However he feared this would give way to his sister finding out, that she would know something was awry with him. "Can I, uh, come in?" the voice questioned. He nodded, then processed he had forgotten to use his words, and managed a sheepish "Yup." "Uh, okay." She responded equally as softly, her voice leaving a tinge of confusion to be interpreted. Applejack trotted in, her hooves making the wood beneath her creak as the old house settled. She nudged the door shut behind her nonchalantly with her back hoof, not taking her gaze off of what was ahead of her. She made a gesture towards Big Mac's bed and tilted her head, knowing he was a horse of few words, moreso when he got this way. And goodness, how he could manage to get into his own head. Applejack understood the feeling, more than he was letting on. Applejack got up and sat down awkwardly, glancing at her hooves as they, too, dragged over one another slowly, she never did like eye contact. Big Mac was more fidgety - he was straight-up restless, as he clapped his hooves together ceaselessly, clicking them atop one another with a hard "Clink." The silence was substantial, but it wasn't like it bothered them, usually. It drove Big Mac up the wall, he was sweating buckets thinking about what Applejack could possibly say. *Did she find out? Does she know? Does she hate me? She hates you. She knows and she hates you. She'll never forgive you. She'll never see you the same-* his thoughts were cut off abruptly. "So, big brother," she chuckled stiffly, "what's on your mind?" Blunt and to the point. She looked upward briefly, catching a glimpse of his face, caught in an uncomfortable twist as his mouth hung downward and his eyes sunk, staring blankly ahead. Neither of them looked at the other, but this again, was not unusual. When she said 'brother,' the word stung like a mosquito bite. It was barely there, but just enough to irritate him. And it grew bigger the more he picked away at it and gave it the time of day. Maybe if he just ignored it it'd heal itself, he thought. Her words in general hung high above his head, and he had forgotten to respond with the way he was over-analyzing it a million different ways inside. What was on his mind, besides this scary, burning question gnawing him alive? He gave a lackluster response to divert any inkling of anxiety, "Oh, nothing," and with that he kicked his back hooves loosely up, and they swung back down heavily in the empty air. What else could he say? The silence sat for a couple of seconds. Too long for Applejack's liking, she was growing a bit impatient with his lack of answers. She looked up and moved her head upward in tune with her eyes, rolling her head from one shoulder to the other as her lips pouted and she let out a quick exhale. She looked down at her teetering hooves again. "Nothing..." she repeated, tapping her hooves together about three times, give or take, she wasn't paying attention. "Oookay.." she said in a quiet tone, and the cadence in her voice had shifted after this minute or two of waiting. She scratched the back of her ear. "Well, if you won't tell me, I'll figure it out myself." She looked up and beamed what was supposed to be a reassuring smile, which came out rather awkward. It fell just as awkwardly. She wasn't the best at conveying emotion, but neither was Big Mac. They had that in common. "Ok, I'll spit it out, rapid-fire," she said funnily, holding her hooves up and moving one in front of the other and back again in tune with the quirky enunciation of the last word. If nothing else, she was making an attempt to lift his low spirit. She inhaled, "Is it about me? About Ma or Pa? *Granny?* Baby Bloom?" and with that she exhaled overexaggeratedly. It took a second, but the half-smile she had faded from her face as he stood there saying nothing, simply folding one hoof over his other arm, rubbing it rigidly and looking away, and what she hoped was not true, had hit her. It was about himself. "Oh.. brother," she whispered to him, "You can tell me anything," she reached her hoof up toward him, pulling it back when it was halfway there as she winced at his lack of response, not even a lean-in to her gesture, but she continued anyway. She gingerly put her hoof on his shoulder. Becoming more confident with her comforting, she rubbed his back gently. "So it's about you?" He took a second, and nodded somberly. "Hey, that's alright. Tell me what's on your mind for real now, when you're ready. If, you're ready." AJ's voice, he found, was quite calming. Big Mac shot a glance at her timidly, then down at her hooves, and back up at her, but he couldn't look too long in order to stop the waterworks from coming. He gulped dryly and looked at the wall, and after the ceiling. He watched the fan dodder decrepitly, but so sure of itself, it's purpose, rotating on it's axis, again, and again, and again. He wished he could be so sure of himself, he wasn't sure if he ever could be, though. And here, he found himself envying the rotating of a ceiling fan. What an interesting moment, he thought sarcastically to himself. Was this really where he was at? He zoned out briefly, watching the blades go in circles, and then snapped himself back to reality with a hard blink, a downward motion of his head, and a squeezing of his hooves. "I..." he started softly and then trailed off. He sighed in dejection. "I- Well, I am me. But... I'm not. I look in the mirror, and it's not me looking back. I know that sounds... stupid, but it's not me. It's not like it isn't who I am, it's just not me. And I, don't know why. I mean I think I do, but I don't - sometimes-" He took a second to collect himself and inhaled, exhaling sharply after, he put his hoof firmly against his chest, as if almost trying to coax the words out. "I'm me, but I'm not. I'm not who I'm meant to be, I, I was born wrong. My body is wrong," he shook his head, like trying to shake the bad thoughts away. "It's not mine. I was born with something wrong about me, outside, inside I'm me, but outside I'm not. But - I'm not bad or anything, it's just that there was something different. And, you know that funny feeling of those butterflies in your tummy when someone you like says your name? I'll get that, but I won't recognize my name as mine, but I do get that feeling when...ponies accidentally call me what they call fillies, even though they don't mean to and fix 'emselves right after, and they act like it's so wrong, but I still get that funny feeling of, goodness. It catches me off guard in the best way... my heart skips a beat. And I know I'm s'posed to like girls, but there was something wrong about me lovin' 'em... it feels like. I feel real guilty-like when I start getting all lovey about one. It feels like I'm not allowed, like there's somethin'.."  he teared up, "different. About me." He emphasized the last word quite significantly. He began to finish, not wordvomitting as much as he was before, instead saying it slowly, as if he was really trying hard to get his thoughts out. "I- I think, I think if I were born in the right body I'd be happier, but I don't want to change me, I just...want to change how people *see me."* Applejack raised her eyebrows and looked down, pushing her hooves together. She couldn't move, and she didn't. Big Mac's welling up had turned to a tear, gently rolling down his cheek. He held his breath, eyes darting back and forth from his sister's gaze - or lack thereof. Applejack held her breath as well. "Big mac, well - gosh." she let out staggeredly, anxiously chuckling, raising her hoof to her chest as she exhaled bluntly. Big Mac felt it coming, Roaring and Crashing. The water was surrounding him still, no matter how subtle it was before, it had been growing this whole time. Internal dread multiplying like a bilious bacteria, out to get him and cover him in it's killing spores. It must've been at least neck-high now. AJ chuckled, "Big Mac, I love you no matter what. You're my family." She looked him in the eyes, "It's gonna be ok." And there was the straw that broke the camel's back. It came through gently, like a soft breeze through his hair in summer, but it broke him so, so ruthlessly. He bit at his bottom lip and released, his mouth turning to a shaky U-shaped frown, and he bawled. Oh, how he bawled. He lunged for his sister's arms, which quickly opened for him to land in. Applejack huffed as the wind left her with his impact, but she regained control of herself and softly smiled, tenderly hugging him back. His head rested on hers, as hers on his. "It's alright big guy," she laughed. "In fact, I think I know exactly what's up." She pushed him off cautiously, and held her hoof against his shoulder. His tears subsided slightly, he wiped them with a trembling hoof. "Have you ever thought that maybe you feel like you're in the wrong body, because you're really a mare? I know nobody sees you that way right now, but I could start if that's who you really are." Big mac's pupils constricted, and he felt a leap in his chest. A mare? He tried so hard to push it out, but he couldn't. A mare. A mare! He let out a small smile, "A mare..." he then promptly shook his head. "But, I can't be. I wish it was that easy, that I could just be a mare, oh I wish so bad AJ," he put his hooves together and shook them, like he was pleading. He pushed her hoof off of him, sighing and speaking again, his voice cracking from the tears and raw emotion, "But I never could. I couldn't. I wish I could, but I'm not allowed to." he sighed defeatedly. Applejack chuckled, "Says who? All it takes is you saying you can. And I'll be honest, I feel like a lot of people don't give it much thought whether they want to be a mare or not - they just are." It all clicked. They, just are. He processed it for a second, and thought, and the thoughts slipped into words, "I'm a mare," he whispered. He smiled, the most genuine smile he'd ever shown. "I'm, a mare." He laughed, looking at Applejack. "A mare! I'm a mare!" His smile faded slightly, "But Applejack, am I still allowed to like other fillies? I figure now I'll have to like colts, that's what I've heard at least, and I really don't want to-" despite his concerns, he still looked quite euphoric. Applejack laughed again, "No, Big Mac, you can still like mares. It doesn't work that way I'm pretty sure." She rubbed the back of her head, "If it's any help, you can do whatever you want... What feels right." She closed her mouth and grinned, waving her hoof in the air dismissively of any negativity, her eyes in the other direction. Stopping, she looked at the ground and fiddled her hooves, "I, I actually know a lot about how you're feeling," she spoke nervously, cautiously, dancing around her words like she had something she didn't want to admit to herself as well. "I, know how you feel - about liking mares and, and the wrong body an' stuff. Feeling like your body isn't yours, it doesn't belong to you and never will, unless you make a big change, or somethin'. I get it. I feel wrong when people say I'm a girl, but I don't reckon I'd feel right with them callin' me a boy or something either - I don't think I really feel like either." She paused, cutting herself off, "I don't expect that to make sense to you, I know it's kind of weird and all." Big Mac thought for a bit, and then nodded, "No, I get it. I mean - I don't, but, I know you're you, no matter what, and I don't care who you are, you're still my sibling." Big Mac smiled nervously, trying to make sure he was doing the right thing. "And you're my sister, Big Mac," Applejack smiled back at him. "Now, how do you feel about me calling you by girl terms? Like, sayin' she, and stuff..." she struggled to think of an example. "Oh! Like, if I meet someone, I'll tell 'em "Oh Big Mac? She's my big sister!" Applejack let out a wide twinkling grin, feeling confident and proud with supporting her sister's feelings. "I, I like that." Big Mac said shyly, and she did. "Wait, how do I do the same for you?" she questioned. Applejack stalled, she really didn't think she'd get this far. "I think... I really like being called he, and brother and such. Although to be honest I'm not your sister and I'm not really your brother, and I still like other fillies - but I'm not one of them, or not in the same way, and - I don't know, it's a little confusing. I think the only way that I'm a filly is in the sense that I'm a mare who likes other mares. I don't really know what any of this is called," he voiced embarrassedly. "I wish I did." Big Mac smirked, "It's okay you don't, I don't know either. And we can learn together, little brother." She fluffed Applejack's hair playfully and her smirk became a toothy smile. Applejack laughed and joined her smiling. "Thanks," he said, quite gratefully. "To be honest, I've known this for a really long time, I just didn't know how to say it," he looked out the window longingly, "I wish I knew how to tell Ma and Pa, or Granny," he laughed a little, "and I don't even know how to tell a baby," he uttered, trying to lighten the mood a little after bringing it back down. Big mac grinned, "Why don't we go out to the orchard, little brother?"

[quinnheartland]

“The palace walls raged with fire, as the Alicorn king rushed back into the abyss of flames to save his queen.” Quinn spoke as his smile widened slightly. All the fillies gathered around his small fire, as he told the story of a great Alicorn king whom had fallen for a meat earth pony. He kept the story filled with suspense for the colts and ramonce for the sweet little mares. His Irish accent wasn’t too thick but one could tell it was there. His smile slowly turned to a bit of a smirk as he raised his eyebrows and glanced his emerald hues toward all the ponies that kept their eyes locked onto him. The lands of Equestria were much different from his home across the sea...but he loved it. Traveling to different towns and cities, telling his stories and singing his folk songs around a warm fire. It was the best life that Quinn HeartLand could ask for...

[abalonetea]

Christmas Gift for My Friend

Prompt – winter jackets Characters – applejack/rarity Word Count – 563

Notes – this is for my awesome pal, @appojooze! I haven’t written for MLP in ages, and it was so refreshing to return to these characters. Also, this ship is super cute, so? Have some fun wintery goodness!

  “There you are, darling! I’ve been looking all over town for you! I’ve no idea why I didn’t think to check here first!” Rarity trots over to the wooden stall, where Applejack is currently rooting through an old looking box of bronze coated knick-knacks.   Applejack looks up at her, gives an easy smile. There’s dust clinging to her muzzle. “Oh, hey there, Rarity. What’s brought you all the way to this neck of the market?”   “I was looking for you, darling. I just said that,” says Rarity, rolling her eyes. She bumps her shoulder against Applejack’s. “What are you looking for?”   “Oh, I was just tryin’ to find something neat to give Applebloom. Hearthswarming Eve is comin’ up and all. I like to get her somethin’ special for the day. She’s been real into these old nonsense baubles lately, you know?” Applejack picks up one of the bronze coated twists of metal. It looks like an old broach, although it’s clearly seen better days.   Rarity frowns. “But Applejack, just the other day, you were saying that you were trying to save up the funds for a new coat. Did you find one already? I said you should take me shopping with you that day, so we could find something that matched your mane!”   Applejack laughs. She tosses the worn broach back into the bin. “Nah, I didn’t go out jacket shoppin’ without you, Rarity. I just decided I was goin’ to hold onto those bits for this instead. ‘Sides, my old coat’ll work just fine for this winter. It might be a touch nibbled on by them moth, but it’s a hardy old thing.”

  “Rarity?” Sweetie Bell peaks into the sewing room. “Are you going to be done soon? I really want to go bake cookies but…”   “Oh, Sweetie Bell, darling, you go on ahead over to Pinkie Pie’s. I’ll be there shortly, I promise.” Rarity doesn’t even glance up from her work table. The purple energy wrapped around the sewing needle fluctuates and sparks, tugging the slip of metal through the heavy brown canvas.   Sweetie Bell only pauses for a moment – or maybe for a long time. All that Rarity knows is, when she looks up several moments later, the filly is gone and the clock states it’s almost noon.   She really does need to go help bake those cookies, but it’s always hard leaving work unfinished.

  “Happy Hearthswarming Eve,” says Rarity, loudly. She sits her neatly wrapped gift down on the table.   Applejack blinks. “I’m pretty sure we’ve still got a few more days ‘till then, Rarity. But I sure do appreciate yer cheer!”   Rarity laughs. “Oh, yes, well. I know it’s not quite Hearthswarming Eve just yet, but I simply couldn’t wait. Look, it’s perfect for you!”   It takes far less time for Applejack to open the present than it did for Rarity to wrap it. She pulls the jacket out of the box and shakes it out; heavy brown canvas, pale yellow fur trim around the collar.   “Rarity,” breathes Applejack. “Ya shouldn’t have!”   Rarity smiles. “Perhaps…but I did anyway, so you should put it on!”