Friendship Letters

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— Today at 7:16 AM Buster wakes with a start again, though much less dramatic this time. Noticing the absence of their largest member wakes him up fully and he gazes about the room to notice a new open door. He checks on his brothers before curiosity urges him away from the warm pony pile. — Today at 7:20 AM His new mother stirred and mumbled, groggy. "Where do you think you're going?" ...

When Ignition stepped out of the medical bay, he was greeted by a crowd of wastelanders all enthralled to see him walking. Cheers of "blood talisman" swept around the main floor, like a chant. A chant that was more damning than any of them would ever realize. The stallion did not bear this new scar of that title with any resemblance of pride, but despair and shame. And that flickered on his face now as he began to move through the crowd slowly, painfully. It parted for him of course. And he was ...

Changelings are the most notorious of Equestrian fae. They require love to sustain themselves, and for a very long time, this led them down dark paths. Foals were stolen from their cribs and replaced by newly hatched changelings in their likeness. While horrifying behaviour to pony kingdoms, it was a custom formed of desperation. No changeling wanted to let their children starve and suffer, not while ponykind gorged themselves on hoarded resources, and they did not harm the stolen foals. Each on...

I am holding a party in the Town Square with pinkie pie and I want you to come to my party because, I want one princess to come to my party, and after that I want you to come to my friend's baby shower (don't forget the presents for the baby) and of course the trip to the rainbow factory.:rd_sunglasses::ninjadash:

Rise of the Gods and the Void. Approximately 20,000 years ago, a star was shattered and the eldritch horde was pulled into the world, the moon was sent careening towards the galactic west. The planet was under siege from interstellar menace until a creature of unbridled fury rose up. This was Midan, the god-breaker. The raging flame burned black as he tore through the ranks and stole their power. Accumulating the strength to punch the skull of the eldritch elder god’s head open. Once stealing...

This might end up being more than one blog simply on the area of length. I wanted to express my headcanon for the magic in the show and use in roleplay from my point of view, this is by no means a hard rule that I expect everyone to abide by when they RP with me, but it is the line of thinking that I follow whenever I make a pony who has a basis around magic. On the forefront there inherently are two kinds of magic, active and passive. Passive magic is the type of magic that isn't cast or...

The jokes that sonic performed in front of everybody were so funny. He added a few addons to his jokes and also a few movements too which made everyone like him more than their Canterlot duties. I want you to calm down the Canterlot ponies for a couple of moments so I can talk to the crowd about the speech I was pre[aring for till today. love, Amy Rose

I can't wait for my friend sonic to perform on the stage at the gala, he is kind of scared performing a joke show in a front of a crowd but I wish you were there to see this. it will be a pleasure for you to come to check it out, Sonic has been practicing saying jokes to me and the mane 6 last week and he did a great job telling them, we even laughed at his jokes. If you can't come I am also thinking to make a video of him saying jokes and send it to you by email. Your biggest fan, Amy Rose...

Bridlely hadn’t been much, especially in the seaside town on the riviera. Days had been spent well-warmed by the sun and full of laughter, chasing after her friends along the sea. Life had been good, albeit filled with minute struggles, full of long days ending with her sleeping on the bar at her mother’s job, well into the earliest hours of the morning. It hadn’t been much, but it’d been . Chiara liked Until it wasn’t. The news of “moving day” had been something the filly wasnâ...

It had been a long day for Silver. Getting back into her career as a flight racer was a long process and a lot of publicity, this meant enduring interviews and tackling questions that she would not find very appealing. Alas, that is what it was if she were to become a coach or even reignite the passion of racing herself in the lower divisions of the leagues, not pleasant stuff. These requirements to fulfil were what had her out of place. The mare at home left pacing back and forth as her mind ...

Each second passed so slowly. She could not think, because that hurt as badly as anything else. Every breath stung like bitter cold in her lungs. There was nothing, nothing but pain in every part of her. Needles across her skin and daggers in her eyes, hammers and bowling balls in her head. Her ears ached inside and out. Her skin felt pulled tight across rows of molars jutting out from her muscles. Every so often, she would stop breathing, just stop so that she could have that moment of peace....

Herd, Equestrian, Crystal Empire: 1.) A group of ponies all led by one or a hoof-full of central mares called matriarchs. 2.) A family where the oldest living mare is in a leadership role. 3.) A relationship between a stallion and two or more mares. (Archaic) Herd, Outside Equestrian Lands: 1.) A term for any group configuration of ponies with the leadership role being either a mare or a stallion. 2.) A relationship between a stallion and two or more mares. Matriarch, Equestrian, Crystal E...

Papillon had been staying in a hotel for a few weeks now. She always hated hotels. They were always so uncomfortable. The beds were too thin and coarse. The beds themselves were always either too tough or too soft. The pillows were basically decoration. The television didn’t have anything on it- and there was hardly even a way to cook. This was exactly what led to the current situation of the mare sitting alone on an uncomfortable couch, watching a styrofoam cup of noodles. A small timer was s...

The hunt was always the same. Search abandoned buildings, sewers, caves, and more often forests. One lead always led to another until an end was met. I had never called myself a detective, but looking back on it now, it was the closest to a… positive description of my mission. This hunt, like many others, had led me out of Canterlot and into the unknowns of Whitetail Woods. I had stood way too long outside of the forest as if something surrounding it kept me out. As if I were being to...

A dazzling new day broke through Bee's curtains, to find her already lacing up her leather gauntlets for what promised to be a grand adventure. Birds greeted the sun from the trees outside. She tied her leather pouch on and slipped her red cloak over her head - up went the hood, just covering the two sharp horns between her ears, and it was time to get started! Bee moved almost silently down the tavern's stairs. She tossed a few bits in the tip jar on her way to the door, as not even the own...

Smiles are the one thing Canterlot ponies seemed unable to afford. Their riches could buy them almost anything, and honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to buy the Sun and Moon. Walking these streets almost daily left me with more dread than even standing up to an Ersa Major. Their “clean” noses held high, hoof steps in sync, and eyes almost closed as the mindless wondered about. At least until eyes landed on me. Within an instant the faces of hoity-toity righteousness quickl...

Before I tell you my story, and before I delve too deep into the mystery of my life, I would like to explain what a Godhunter is. Godhunters* -though far and few between- are trained fighters who serve only to delay, stop, or end those that wish to or have become gods. Gods, in this case, are ponies and creatures who have found power far beyond that of your average pony. Those that find artifacts, weapons, elixirs, and other means of incurring their deepest desires and manifesting them to real...

Wind whips a cloud of white snow around the bus as it lazily chugs along a long forgotten road. It's driver has ridden this route many times before, so this storm is not unusual for him. His sleeping passenger had fallen asleep only 5 minutes after the bus left Vanhoover, and now that they were nearing their destination she was beginning to wake. By the time Asuka has managed to wake herself up she finds the wrinkled face of the veteran bus driver staring directly into her soul. That was as ...

Cast your mind back several years, for this is where our story begins. It has been only months since her love was locked away in stone, and Mirror is restless, even as she walks the path she has marked out on a map. This path would lead her to an ingredient she believed may be essential to healing the wounds that had brought her to cast the stone sleep spell upon Blind Faith. Walking felt so slow. Each step seemed so much shorter than she would have liked, and she longed to run, as she had at ...

Hearing about Prince Dusk Shine made Lesa think back to the day when she was his assistant, she was twenty-one years of age when she met Dusk for the first time. Without any doubt that stallion loved his books. He did have quite a collection of books in his library all nicely organized. How did Lesa become Dusk's assistant? You would think he wouldn't need one because he already had one his trustworthy dragon assistant. She didn't use her charm or her looks nor did she use her knowledge, she was...

"Arold!....Arold! ....Arold you shouldn't go against the Dark Leader!" "Mhm...." A quick open of the eyes seemed to be the first action taken by the Nightmare Spirit. The Nightmare Spirit of Artemis himself. A spirit with power and control. A being of pure danger. One that would normally be doing his current night job. The job of dream jumping and eliminating terrible dreams from sleepers without any of them being the wiser. However....that's not what he was doing. That's not where he was goi...

None would have dared notice the disappearance of the occasional castle staff member, for the fear of meeting a similar fate, and certainly they didn't ask why they'd been promoted to a role that had been filled for years. This meant that the maids, the cooks, even the guards, all kept to themselves. It made for a very lonely castle, and was lonelier still for Blind Faith. She'd once been the general of the queen's personal guard. When she lost her vision to an injury in combat, she was given...

Obsilion sat out in front of a tunnel, panting heavily as he sat against a tree. He is pretty much soaked in sweat and is nearing dehydration. There is something strange about the tunnel that he is sitting in front of. The tunnel appears to have been freshly carved. Not only that, but there is some blood splattered here and there. The way the tunnel was carved made it seem like someone was punching or kicking the rock away. Obsilion would continue to sit against the tree, panting heavily. His a...

The late summer heat was bearing down, rendering many to seek the shelter of their homes as soon as they could, surrounded by fans, air conditioning, or even pools if they were so lucky. However, being deep in the Everfree did have one good thing going for it. The trees blocked out most of the sunlight, leaving the forest floor cool and calm, albeit a bit damp in some places. Light filtered through the green leaves, allowing small spears of sun to pierce through to the ground. Spirit sucked ...