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"Hey, Thundercloud! KISS MY FLANK AND EAT MY DUST! CAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU'LL BE DOING WHEN I BEAT YOU!!" *Eeheheheheeee!...😈 😂

"Ohhh, so we've got a challenger, huh? Heh! I like your confidence, Anon. Just don't be too surprised when you're the one eating my dust! Better stretch first—I don't want you pulling a muscle trying to keep up with these wings! Good luck... you're gonna need it! 😎⚡"

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The train hissed to a stop just outside of Ponyville beneath a blanket of gray evening clouds.

Thundercloud Sky Cumulus stepped down from the passenger car with a tired groan escaping his throat. His oversized wings shifted against his sides while his long sapphire mane dragged dangerously close to the muddy platform. A pair of younger mares nearby whispered to each other, one of them clearly mistaking him for a mare until Thundercloud turned his head just enough for them to see the rougher shape of his jaw.

He ignored them.

Months in the Crystal Empire had drained every ounce of patience from him. Training recruits sounded simple on paper. Teach them discipline. Teach them spear forms. Teach them how not to stab themselves in formation.

Simple.

Except most of the recruits acted like overexcited foals holding sharpened sticks for the first time.

Thundercloud adjusted the weathered spear strapped to his back and started down the dirt road toward the small house resting on the edge of town. His hooves felt heavier with every step. The cool wind rustled through his unkempt mane while distant thunder rolled somewhere beyond the mountains.

His ears pinned back immediately.

“Great…” he muttered under his breath. “Just what I needed…”

Even after all these years, thunder still made his chest tighten.

The house finally came into view sitting near the tree line, lantern light glowing softly through the windows. The sight alone eased something inside him.

Home.

The front door burst open before he even reached the porch.

“THUNDER!”

A tiny blur of midnight-blue fur launched itself at him.

“Oof—!”

Thundercloud barely caught Crescent Moonlight before she knocked them both sideways into the porch railing. His little sister wrapped her forelegs tightly around his neck while her small wings buzzed excitedly.

“You’re… y-you’re back!” she stuttered happily.

Thundercloud laughed softly despite himself.

“Yeah, squirt. I’m back.”

Crescent pulled away just enough to start rapidly signing with her hooves, still struggling through some of the motions she’d been practicing.

Missed you. Mom worried. Dad burned soup.

Thundercloud blinked once.

“…He what?”

From inside the house came the unmistakable sound of coughing followed by a pan clattering loudly onto the floor.

“D-don’t yell at m-me!” a rough stallion’s voice called from inside. “I-I fixed it!”

“You can’t fix burned soup!” Thundercloud shouted back instantly.

Crescent burst into giggles.

The front screen door creaked open more carefully this time. His mother stood there looking exhausted but smiling warmly all the same. The older earth pony mare looked thinner than he remembered, dark circles resting under her eyes.

“There’s my colt,” she said softly.

Thundercloud’s irritation faded almost immediately.

He stepped forward and hugged her carefully.

“You’ve been taking your medicine?” he asked.

“And hello to you too,” she replied with a tired chuckle.

From deeper in the house came the uneven clop of hooves against wood flooring.

His father emerged slowly from the kitchen carrying a ladle in his mouth before awkwardly setting it down on the counter. The older pegasus stallion’s right side still moved stiffly from the stroke, one wing hanging lower than the other.

“T-took ya long enough,” he muttered slowly.

Thundercloud smirked faintly.

“You burn the house down while I was gone?”

“N-no.”

A pause.

“…Almost.”

Crescent giggled harder.

Thundercloud shook his head and finally stepped fully inside the house. It smelled like smoke, soup, and old wood.

Home.

His tired blue-green eyes drifted across the room. His mother’s medicine sat near the table. Crescent’s sign language books were stacked beside the couch. His father’s old flight manuals rested untouched near the fireplace.

Everything exactly where he left it.

For the first time in months, the tension in his shoulders eased.

No recruits yelling. No crystal guards arguing. No young stallions holding spears backward.

Just home.

Another rumble of thunder echoed outside.

Thundercloud instinctively flinched.

His father noticed immediately.

The older stallion walked over slowly, stopping beside him near the window.

“Still h-hate storms?” he asked quietly.

Thundercloud looked away.

“…Yeah.”

His father stared out at the dark clouds for a moment before speaking again.

“Y-you still came home through it anyway.”

Thundercloud didn’t answer right away.

Crescent suddenly hopped onto his back, nearly tangling herself in his long mane.

“Movie night?” she asked hopefully.

Thundercloud snorted softly.

“…Yeah. Movie night sounds good.”

And for once, he allowed himself to stop carrying the weight of everything for a little while.

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The Shadows of my past

I walked through shadows, As a shadow of my former self I once knew, A forgotten memory lost in the past, where I roam in a kingdom so vast. Where no pony seems to notice me, Like a ghost drifting endlessly-Invisible, fading so fast, 'Cause I'm a shadow of a lesser past. Whispers call but they fall hollow, Echoes steps I'm to follow. I wander paths that twist and sway, Dream-soaked roads that slip away. Every heartbeat drifts like sand, Through trembling hooves I can't command. I reach for the light that doesn't last-Still chased by shadows of my past. In the dreamlike limbo, I remain, Caught between the memories and pain. I try to rise, but I fall through the glass-lost in reflections of the pony I was. If time could turn, I'd break free at last, But I'm forever bound to the shadows of my past. Moonlit halls of silent sorrow, promise hope I can't borrow. Faces fade the closer I tread-Names I knew now cold and dead. Every door leads to nowhere new, Just empty rooms with shades of blue. I call for help-no pony asked Why I'm trapped by the shadows of my past. Is there a way to wake again? To feel the sun, to breathe, to mend? Or am I doomed to drift alone-A wander soul without a throne? If dreams could break, if night could part, Would I reclaim my trembling heart? Or fall again, outcast... Into the shadows of my past? So here I stand, fading slow-A nameless shade the night won't show. One final wish... Too weak to cast, As I sink back into the shadows of my past.

Hey y'all, TC mod here! If you're reading this, congrats-you can read and you don't live in a cave somewhere. That already puts you ahead of my impulsively written drafts.

So! This isn't just an excuse for me to ramble in a long drawn out Tumblr post about my questionable story structure, weird word choices, or the creativity chaos that is my character notes. (We all have to start somewhere, right?) Everyone has roots-and I didn't make this blog for nothin'.

It genuinely means a lot to have people in the brony ask-blog community (and other communities, too!) checking out my work, sharing it around, and sticking around to see what I can come up with next. I know this might sound a little preachy or repetitive, but I promise that there's a good reason for this post.

Since I'm a very small brony ask blogger who's still figuring out what he's doing the time-not that well known, not super established, and easily distracted by games and YouTube, and the entire Internet. But I've been had some ideas brewing in my head for years, but never fully acted on them... until now.

But the truth is: I can't do it alone.

So I'm looking for help!

If you're interested in any of the following:

• Editing

• Story ideas & worldbuilding

• Storyboarding

• Creative Brainstorming in general

...then I'd love work with you.

If you want to help me out, please message me on my main blog:

@princeofdreamsworld.

And if you can't find it, just reblog this exact post letting me know that you're interested in helping me with my ask-blog, and I'll try to reach out to you whenever I'm ready to get things rolling.

Thanks for reading this-and for being part of this journey. 💙🌛✨

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Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds. While I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence in restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by, the flash of a neon light. That split the night, and touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand ponies, maybe more. Ponies talking without speaking, ponies hearing without listening. Ponies writing songs that voices never heard. And no pony dared, the disturb the sound of silence. "Fools", I said, "You do not know, silence like cancer grows." "Hear my words my that might teach you. Take my hooves that might reach you." But my words, like silent raindrops, fell. And echoed in the of silence. And the ponies bowed and prayed, to the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out it's warning in the words that it was forming. And the sign said: "The words the prophet are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls." "And whispered in the sound of silence."

TC mod: Yeah, I know.... it's cheating. But, you gotta what you got to do. Because I can't write a song for the better of me.