Friendship Letters

//This is the first of two 'lore' blogs i'll be posting in the near future. The other blog should be posted either today, or tomorrow. No one ever said the road to becoming a wizard would be easy, but then again no one ever thought it was. For the longest time you were either born magically gifted, or you weren't worth a teachers time. Equestria had a funny way of telling unicorns "you can do anything!" only to disregard them if they weren't born gifted. That wasn't the case anymore. With...

((Words marked with an * will be put at the bottom and translated to make it easier I guess?)) It was a good day for a hunt, the chief, Abooksigun*, was lounging in front of her teepee like structure. It was more permanent then a teepee, still movable, but much bigger, and harder to take down and set up. Her headpiece was simple, feathers from a large bird, the feathers surrounded the entire thing, and small beads going down to bigger beads, one strand on either side. Her coat, was a deep, pl...

Set when Cally was within the Canterlot Police Department. A cold breeze set the pace for the soft snowfall onto the streets of south Canterlot, a false silhouette of purity. 'The Cliff' was the nickname of the lower-income part of the city. The soft cloud of innocence that was dimly lit by the moon was the only source of safety within the area of The Cliff. A barely standing few neighborhoods consumed by gangs, drugs, and prostitution. It was just another night in 'Princesses Country' to the...

Welcome to my reveal of a trailer to a large scale project that finally with a story board drafted a small bit, I can progress on making this a reality! For a while now, I have been developing Devka in a lot of ways. Pictures of houses, fauna/flora, layouts, events and so much more. And there hasn't been a way to share it outside of Personal Messages until now. Welcome to Stories of Devka. ...

(This has implications of abuse, mental trauma, violence, and blood. If this is something you can get offended by then do not read. This is a short story of my oldest character, Thanatos. Revamped into the new timeline.) Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock... Every day the clock ticks. Imagine being paranoid schizophrenic and all they have to do to torture you is a clock. A lock and a dark room. Tie you up... Tick... Tock... As to show that my time was up. I was to be on the edge every... single ...

Dear Princess Celestia, I wrote you but you still ain't replyin' I left my cell, my email, and my work phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em There probably was a problem with the dragon or something Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em ...

Dear Princess Celestia, My brother thinks that you don't read these letters, but I trust that you do, after all, I heard that you ready your students letter, I think her name is sunset shimmer, so why wouldn't you read mine? Me and my brother have just moved from dodge junction to here in manehatten after being forced to give away our family farm. It is so much different here, and I don't know how I feel about it. we spent the last of the money we had getting the train tickets, hoping ther...

While the vast majority of Marina’s memories detailing her life before King Sombra’s reign had returned to her over the time she’d spent recovering, there were still bits and pieces that had yet to reemerge; such crucial and vital memories that would bring the mare at least some mitigation regarding, quite literally, who she was as a pony. It was... exhausting, to say the least, and did little to quell the feeling of discontent she held solely towards herself. In fact, Marina herself sometime...

"You fuckin' idiot. You know this formation is supposed to be like this. You tryin' to get these soldiers killed?" "Calm down, Shiv. Despite his physical prowess, Gale isn't in here for his intellect." "...I'm gonna beat both of your asses." "Y'know if you clock both of them, you're gonna flunk your exams." ...

Spirit Weaver had been gone for some time. As she often was. This was the first she stepped into town in easily over a month, after all! And it had been even longer still since she’d checked her PO box. A thing that she forgot that she even had, most times. It had been…. Quite a while since she’d been in. Mostly because there’s never anything interesting there. This quarter’s stack felt no different, either. Junk. Junk. Junk. Jury summons (whoops). A bill. She was on the verge of tossing the wh...