Friendship Letters

So, every day, I wake up at 6. Doesn't matter how long I slept last night, always 6. I got like, 3 hours'a sleep, but it's cool - that's what coffee's fer. I untangle myself from Gray without wakin'im up 'n slip outta bed - we cuddled last night, like always. Good frickin' stuff! (Don't tell anyone I said that though, he gets real embarassed about it.) I grab my bag off the floor, and head ta the kitchen. Gotta have a good breakfast. While the coffee brews, I whip up some eggs 'n toast fer my...

mission log number: 2,137 location: pastel horse world subject: depress horse ...

(I just wanted to share a list I made recently describing the differences between my OC Prince Glaciem and some of the canonical cast of the show. If you see any I left out and want to see included feel free to leave a comment." Princess Celestia: Prince Glaciem *A Princess *A Prince *A psudo Mother *A Psudo Father ...

Canterlot was quiet in the heat of the day. The sun reflected and refracted off the white stone buildings, causing the cobble streets to be nearly unwalkable surfaces. But Spirit didn’t mind this. She’d felt worse, for sure. She had something much more important to deal with than nurse burned hooves today, after all. And she knew she’d not be on the stone for long. She would pause outside of the gate that she needed, before sucking in a deep breath. Canterlot Hills Cemetery. Soon, her hoo...

Name: Stardusk Strider Age: 10 The first night out and about in such a long time. The stallion was beginning to give up the idea of ever seeing the outside world ever again. Of course, it's not how he would have liked to see it: It's the dead of night (around 2 AM), with the streets barren as all the ponies have sheltered up for their rest. This is quite the opposite for his clan, however, as they are most active in the night, to work on keeping the peace in the later hours. He could not re...

1. If you unplug their game or interrupt them during a very special moment in their game, they have every absolute right to beat your ass. 2. Touch their games and break them, you pay more than what it costs. (Because all that data will be lost and it HURTS to do that shit all over again. 3. ALWAYS ASK for their permission if you would like to play. Thats it, keep these rules in mind at all times.

Long ago, before the formation of a unifying government, pony folk lived in small kingdoms scattered across the land. These kingdoms were overseen by those who possessed strong magical artifacts, particularly protective ones. Power of the artifact translated exactly to power for the owner and thusly to control of those with lesser magics. As one could rightly assume this lead not infrequently to tyrannical rulers who isolated those under their command, lest they be swayed to the side of a compet...

It had been a problem for quite some time. Something was in these woods, other than Spirit. Another hunter. But not one that deserved the title. Spirit had found bodies of creatures within the woods. Some monstrous and others… not so much. Dryads, and Timberwolves lay among Blight and Void. And as if killing them wasn’t enough, they always seemed…. Almost mutilated. Light slashes marking out letters and runes. A thousand cuts. The battlefield around them seemed only slightly scuffed, like ...

(warning that nobody reads bla bla bla) some weird thing happen, then nothing like come on this lore is worst then what anything i can come up with and am the one who made the lore. sort paragraph worth of lore that nobody will read because it's boring and also there just a clown in a chair drinking from a water bottle for some reason. cloud just being angry at this point because he just is and also he own a laser that turn out to be nothing but, a simply cardboard cutout of a laser pointer b...

Torch turns on her phone's screen, navigating to Snapchat. It's one of her favorite things to do, posting videos. She gets a lot of replies that way. It's nice talking to her friends. The camera turns on, aimed at herself, and she slowly comes into focus, blue sky framing her yellow mane. ...

The siren blares, deafening the sounds of hurrying hoofsteps clacking across a freshly polished tile. Young Cynbel at the ripe age of eleven, was running for his dear life while he wore a tattered black robe. He heard the various shouts, all demanding for the young alchemist's apprehension, but as he bolted past the door, he heard their increased panic. A crossbow bolt flung past him, embedding itself into a steel door that bent into a turn. "Shoot to kill!" one of them cried. Cynbel was soo...

Torch wakes up in comfort this morning. A soft bed beneath her, a thick blanket covering her up, and the coziest pillow under her head. She keeps her eyes closed, not yet ready to get up. It's not time yet. Patience. ...

it was raining. drip, drip, drip. how long had it been raining? she couldn’t tell. how long had she been here? where was she? a million questions she couldn’t be bothered to think of, nevertheless ones she could remember. something was wrong, then nothing. nothing was wrong. she was a good soldier. partaking in their glorious new Empire’s change of government. His prized asset. . .whatever her name was. none of that mattered anymore. a good soldier. a good girl. nothing of this doing ...

"hello might as well say it, am bored and this is recorded so don't even try to find me" crimson said as he had miscellaneous items on a wooden table. "now first thing first before i begin don't use these against someone or anything because i will not take any responsibility for your actions" crimson said as the camera was moved onto the table then, a crystal statue set a piece of paper with a hard to understand writing only know to crystal empire. crimson use a simply quill and some odd col...

Her eyes slowly open as she's stirred from a foul, far too brief night's rest, something nagging at her to get up NOW. Her ears twitch as she sits up, bleary-eyed, a large sheet of soggy cardboard falling off of her. It rained again last night. Despite her makeshift cover, she's soaked. It's not light out yet, but her inner clock tells her it's early morning. ...

It was late. The observatory she now resided in, Canterlot central out of the side of a mountain, was dusty and unpacked. It had been a while since Asteria had moved in, yet the majority of the old items that came with the abandoned Observatory she’d gained custody of. The aura of her horn lit the singular, circular room up. Her eyes rested upon the glint of a reflection. . Asteria’s eyes widened, a step backwards, one forwards. Her eyes closed, counting to ten, before she pulled the dust-i...

Torch is having a pretty good day. She's just taking a leisurely stroll through town, not a care in the world - as usual - when she spies something curious up ahead. Picking up the pace as a food vendor comes into view, her smile turns into a look of pure disgust upon realizing what's being sold. PICKLES. This ruins her day. ...

//Part 2. Music because why not. https://youtu.be/0qANFllirxg Howling wind slowly gives way to total silence. The bright glow of a flashlight illuminates the surprisingly spacious caverns of the mineshaft. Stone intermingles with ice, and a bitter cold permeates the cavern. The remnants of what used to be a mining operation sit half-frozen scattered about the cave. Soft hoofsteps are the only sound to be heard in these tunnels. As any creatures who might have inhabited them left long ago. ...

It was cold. So, so cold. The sun beat down heavily on Spirit’s prone form, but… still… she was so cold. She wanted to shiver. Try to get something to warm herself up but…. She couldn’t get her legs underneath her. She couldn’t move. She tried to suck in a breath. She couldn’t. The ground underneath her was so cold. Why was she laying here again? What happened? Why couldn’t she move? Her half lidded eyes would trail downwards. What was that liquid she was laying in? It was cri...

Warning! This highlights the criminal origin of Sid Michaels and the origin of his wicked art. It features described crime scenes, blood, minor gore, and most importantly Death. So please avert your virgin eyes if that is something you would not want to delve into! ...

Yep, this is something I haven't done in quite awhile. Me, talking about my writing habits as well as decision towards my Artemis character. This isn't a Lore Expansion or anything Just me writing (technically typing) about my character process. Figured it'd be fun. I'm in a writing mood, and I need to satisfy it. If you were looking for lore or something similar? Sorry, not here. You can go back to scrolling or whatever it is you do. Here's a fun beginning fact or piece of info. Artemis is s...

(warning this story has a bit of darkness in it) Sivanro slam the door shut as he leaves and said "now i know why my dad always end up being the reason for people just giving up on him, he can't even save...". "a kitten from a tree?" cloud said as sivanro just nod and said "you know there a place for ponies who tampered with time magic in tartarus right?". cloud laugh and said "so what, I still remember everything that happened up until the last second when he attacked me on my office". ...

Recently got into "We Were Here Together" with a friend, and it gave me an idea for a story, so here it is. This was the only time so far Asuka had come to Lunae without any plans to climb the mountain. She was in a bit of a rough spot in life right now, and she thought her old friend Roray might be a bit lonely. The old geezer was rightfully surprised when he saw Asuka step off of the rickety old bus. Did she really plan to summit Lunae a second time? Thankfully, no. She was just here to v...

(warning this has a small amount of darkness in it, that is all) polo sit there drinking coffee as a pegasus enter his house and hold a birth certificate then, said "hello dad...". polo looked at him and said "how is that possible, you some sort of demon pegasus or something?". the pegasus said "my name is Sivanro Jullifer Nelian Fastter or kill for short but, half demon". polo looked unamused and said "out of all out there to shorten that, you chose kill?". "what do you expect, i wasn't r...