#nobiiliity

[stallionofgold-blog]

    “Ya know, I was going to ask you both to come back to my apartment for a visit after the dance, stay a few days and just have fun together. Now no one is invited.”

[laftcr]

❛ ugh mama ain’t handling this drama... party, it was wrong of you to tease blue after you noticed he got upset about being a number. blue, it was not right for you to claim golden ink as yours, as golden is his own pony and able to make rational decisions. also i would like it for you to not think my boy not handsome. or i will make sure that blue in your name stands for something other than your nobility. and golden ink thank you for staying slightly rational, but don’t let your emotions get the best of you. ❜

with that she’s off, she has to go get some caters, she has work to do... still.

[yourhexbreaker-blog]

Closed starter for @nobiiliity

Out of all of the cities in Equestria, Canterlot was the one that Hex had the most conflicting feelings about. The architecture was beautiful for sure, and it was even more lovely in the early morning fog, but ponies here were just so.. snobby? Was that the right word? Sure his attire was more welcomed once the lovely Inky Rose became a famous fashion designer, but the gothic looking pony was still given more than one strange look when he’d checked into his hotel the night before. 

Either way, at the very least now he was in the Royal Garden where he’d be left alone. He had the letter from Luna approving his presence there safely tucked away in his herb bag as he trotted around in search of the things he needed. 

The cool morning are felt so crisp and refreshing, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he quite enjoyed the fact that the sun hadn’t cut through all of the fog yet. It gave the entire garden a more magical, mysterious look. Then again, this was coming from the same pony whom as a child was more than alright hanging out in graveyards. 

A soft hum left his lips as he began to snip pieces from plants here and there. Hex bundled each different plant that he took to keep them apart with string before he’d put them into his bag. Honestly he wished he could come here more often. The Royal Garden held many more plans than his tiny personal garden could ever hold, and quit a lot of them held the magical properties he needed for his spells. 

[golden-ink-stallion-blog]

“Princesses have work to do, so don’t get in my way.” — The daughter of Prince Blueblood and Golden Ink, Princess Citrine. This ambitious, high brow mare isn’t here to take your nonsense, and makes it well known. She has an air around her than demands respect. However, she melts when a child is near, and gives them priority. Princess Citrine wants to inspire younger ponies to be something more than they think, and realize how important they are.

[nobiiliity]

                                                 BLUEBLOOD

   noun:

       noble birth.

       a person of noble birth.

[regiismcrningstar-blog]

@nobiiliity

                “ You know there is nothing wrong with a bit of advancement. If somepony were to lose a part of their body or the functionality of that part, there at least should be ways that they can use it again. Its something I’ve been experimenting with and not something I’ve done before. You’ve seen those star projects I’ve done for class, this is just the next level. “ As someone who doesn’t like to socialize or make friends, he does have the well being of others in mind. 

              A stallion of magic and science, he wanted to put efforts to help others. Something that his mother had always seen in him. The potential to make others happy, to allow them better lives. Perhaps that is why she encourages him to make friends and to stop hiding his wings. That was a long road for him to tread. Being sheltered most of his life because of the circumstances of his birth, it was hard for him to see himself getting along with anybody aside from family and those working at the castle. A few of the pegasus guards had taught him techniques of flight, even to make it look as though he was using a levitation spell.

              But those were the days of his youth, when his mother was worried for his safety. Now she was more comfortable with him being an alicorn to the public. She just wanted him to let go of his fears, his concerns, and accept it. On his own time, of course. It wasn’t easy. “ I want to do more than just little projects, cousin Blue, there is so much I could do. Yet, there is always a limit. “ And he had a problem with limitations. He is an alicorn. Lucifer is supposed to be as strong as his mother, but he’s barely even at her level. Bits and pieces of cogs and screws laid scattered on the table of the main room of the castle. There was something not quite whole yet, incomplete. All there was was a cone yet to be finished. 

                 The prince’s vibrant plum colored mane and tail didn’t look like they were brushed. Strains were out of place, wild, unkempt. The sign that Lucifer must have stayed up all night again on whatever he is working on. It even showed under his eyes. Heavy dark bags and his wings didn’t look as gorgeous as they did. Only in the castle did Lucifer find it comfortable to not use the illusion spell on his wings. Not many ponies that didn’t work here or were part of the family just come and go.

[honestcore-a]

@nobiiliity || s.c.

      “Hello Blueblood , come here t’throw more insults at my hard work?”

[golden-ink-stallion-blog]

Because what hopeless romantic wouldn’t have a crush on @nobiiliity