Flash Angle

(Oooooh, That makes more sense lol :3) "Well I'm not a Supernatural, I'm a Ghostkin...Meaning I'm alive but got cool Ghost Abilites...Oh and Magic" He told them followed by a Blep to them, But He did wonder what was up with This pony and Camera's, Clearly something was with the,... Or now that He ... View More

Like July 22, 2025

Moon Glow

One of the many disadvantages of being a Thestrial is light sensitivity! The fact made itself very apparent as right after the flash photography MoonGlow would find herself smacking head first into a nearby wall.

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Flash Angle

Flash’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind her eyes; interest sharpened to a pinpoint. “Machines as art,” she echoed, her voice quiet but focused. “And their caretakers as curators of precision. That’s... well said.” She gave a small nod of approval, as if mentally filing MoonG... View More

Like 2 July 24, 2025

Moon Glow

"I'd love one." A light tilt of the head and a smile with just a hint of fang graces the mare's face. It only lasts a beat before another chaste giggle would meet her muzzle. "I'll bet I look a might bit silly in it. Those flashers do quite the number on the eyes. Hay, I'd normally have my sunglasse... View More

Like 1 July 24, 2025

Flash Angle

Flash didn’t react immediately, her eyes stayed locked on Moon Glow’s, absorbing the theatrical flutter of lashes, the deliberate tilt of the head, the not-so-subtle bait. Finally, she blinked. Just once. Slowly. “I do all my own development,” she said evenly. “Red light. Cold rinse. Silence. It’s ... View More

Like July 27, 2025

Loona

Loona’s ears flicked instantly at the sound, that unmistakable click of a camera shutter. Her head snapped toward the source, eyes narrowing to glowing red slits, and her upper lip curled just slightly. “…Did you seriously just take a picture of me?”

Like 2 July 22, 2025

Flash Angle

Flash’s gaze lingered on the camera still held in Loona’s claws, but she made no move toward it. Not yet. Her expression remained serene. If anything, more pleased than before. “You’re holding the most valuable thing I own,” she said evenly. “Not in terms of bits. In terms of what it sees.” She st... View More

Like 1 July 22, 2025

Loona

Loona stayed silent for a beat too long. The kind of silence that made the air tighten, stretch, not quite threat, not quite truce. Her claws still gripped the camera like she hadn’t decided if she wanted to hand it back or drop it on the concrete. Then, very slowly, she held it up by the edge, fi... View More

Like 2 July 22, 2025

Flash Angle

Flash took the camera with a practiced flick of her hoof, nodding once. “Appreciated.” Crisp. Neutral. Like a transaction concluded. ... View MoreFlash took the camera with a practiced flick of her hoof, nodding once. “Appreciated.” Crisp. Neutral. Like a transaction concluded. She turned away slightly, adjusting a dial with a faint click. Her eyes narrowed at the viewfinder, lips pressed in what might’ve been annoyance, or just concentration. “It’s misaligned,” she said flatly, tapping the lens casing. Then, louder: “Stand by.” She didn’t look at Loona as she said it. That was important. Her hooves moved deliberately, as if fixing something only she understood. A button clicked. A focus wheel spun. Then, without warning, Flash angled the camera up and snapped a photo. The sound echoed sharp and final. She lowered the camera and spoke plainly: “You’ll prefer that one.” Her face betrayed nothing. No satisfaction. No challenge. But for a split second, something flickered behind her eyes. Maybe pride.. Maybe strategy…She reset the camera’s settings with a flick of her hoof and added, as if clarifying a logistical detail. Flash then retrieved a small portable viewer from her pouch and inserted the memory card with precise efficiency. The screen flickered on, casting a cool, bluish light that contrasted on her dark blue green fur. Upon making eye contact with Loona, Flash held the device steady and said plainly, “Take a look.” The image came into focus: Loona caught mid-motion, muscles taut and defined beneath the uneven wash of light. Shadows cut sharp angles across her face and neck, revealing the tension in her jaw and the subtle flare of her nostrils. The light both illuminated and concealed, highlighting the fine hairs on her muzzle while leaving other details obscured in darkness. There was no threat in the photo, no aggression…only a raw, unfiltered moment where vulnerability peeked through the usual mask. It was the crack in the armor, the precise instant when control faltered. Flash’s lips curled into a slight, satisfied smirk as she watched Loona’s expression change—recognition, surprise, maybe even hesitation. Like a predator who has finally cornered its quarry. “No second takes.”

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