Lore

(Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are exaggerated actions and views of what my Character views them as, as well as what they think the actions of them would be. This is in no way myself speaking or claiming to know how your character acts or would act. If your characters are mentioned, note that I don't claim to these actions to be Canon nor possible. This is all simple deception and theory to drive a story narrative for my Character) The night is upon me. The sounds of darkness are back to...

Within Canterlot Castle laid a secret chamber. A chamber used for the purpose of performing and discussing secret acts of Arcane Performance. The World of Arcane was never predictable. It was never assumed to be safe. It was always dangerous. No matter if one masters it or is considered an expert in the field. Arcane is always unsafe. The need for caution was always a priority. Therefore, a secret chamber for Arcane Performance was as safe as it could get. And the current acts going on inside th...

————————————————[FOUR YEARS AGO, STYLO APARTMENTS. 2:04 PM]------------------------------------- The shrill voice of the radio host somehow managed to wake me up from my third nap of the day, my whole head felt awful and dry. I didn't hear a single thing she said... it was all muffled. Noise. My focus was on my dry mouth. Like cotton balls clung to the roof of my mouth and the strings dug deep into the cracks of my tongue. I look up at the clock hung above my fridge and only now do I notice the...

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...

I was conscious through it all. I watched the fluorescent lights like mile markers ruin my eyes in a continuous cycle over and over and over and over again… I could hear Gray’s wailing. I was listening to Carmine relay my medical history to some lost looking intern. I also saw Doctor Sawbones and her odd mask… staring down at me from above with a calming smile on her blackened lips. “I will fix you,” she said. “I can fix what is broken. Rest now.” You know how there’s so many tales of grote...

6:00 AM, August 7, 2026, Ponyville. Asuka has been up for around 2 hours this morning, and for good reason. Today was the first day of school, and Asuka wanted to make sure everything would be ready for Cyan for his first day of Kindergarten. She's packed his backpack, made his lunch, and checked, and re-checked all of his clothes for any holes, or wrinkles. She can hardly believe it's time for him to start school, even though he'd already been through Pre-K the year prior. The thought causes...

Before the reader of this journal starts their journey into the personal dairy that is in these pages? I'd like to inform you of a few things. The daily life and expectations of a Lunar is a constant danger. Our purpose of becoming, training, and fighting is for our Kingdom. As well as for the rulers of our Kingdom. And because these things are such high importance, they are also extremely dangerous. So much so that the expectation of death is something to never ignore. Death is apparent and rap...

The damage was worse this time, and Whiplash had already been dismissed for the night. The sting of her numerous cuts and bruises dulled out any sense of emotional pain at her best friend leaving her to rot in the jail cell of Manehattan’s holding cell. The all-too cold bench of the cell had become somewhat of a comforting embrace over her numerous years ending back up in here – now going on three or four years of this dance. The pain-laced scowl was etched on her strikingly-bright face – a h...

(Alright let's get this one outta the way. Those who have roleplayed with me may have noticed a... different form of mine. That being the Unleashed Form. And you guys may have wondered where and how it came to be. Look no further than a episode I have never done a typed story on, neither have I published it to the wiki of mine, named The Posessed Stick. As for when this takes place in the timeline of mine? Let's say... a few episodes after Stickman and the Paw Patrol (Debut of Skye) (dont judge ...

[/u] There was an unfamiliar tense air filling the interior of the Spring household, in the otherwise pleasant and sunny dawn of a weekend day. A gnarly-looking bandage on the upper half to shoulder of Ephemeria's left leg appeared to be the main contributor to the awful mood. Odd enough, her current frustration and gloom laid particularly on the immobilising part of the injury. Any more than a minute and the pain left her panting and burning up. The admittedly funky and cool metallic crutch p...

A full three months. A full three months had passed and yet I'm still finding struggles within my research. Arcane is a complicated center point. The subject itself is unique and vastly unpredictable. Therefore experiments, tests, and theories can so easily be stated as fact or thrown out the window in a matter of minutes. Why is Arcane the way that it is? Why is it so addicting yet so corrupt? Why does it aide powerful magic, yet create a unstable process of spell? Perhaps there isn't a why. Ma...

—————————[MANEHATTAN POLICE STATION. PRECINCT #5. 2:53 PM.]------------------------ We arrive at a familiar scene. Familiar to me, at least. I hear the clatter of the moving gate, the comments from the others in their cells. We go past the hallway, down to the room where I see my supposed client in with two other ponies. A mare and a stallion. I recognize the mare immediately, Chief Xenon. Despite her odd name, she’s very plain looking. Dirty blond mane all tied up in a neat, professional bun, ...

You’re alone in your home. The storm outside is spilling something fierce, but lucky for you, you’re in your nice, warm house watching a bit of TV while the rain spatters against your window. Unfortunately, strong winds have taken out the picture of the TV. It’s all static… You sit, you wait… and it still doesn’t come back on. Perhaps now’s the time to turn it off and go to bed? That seems to be the appropriate thing to do. It’s not late, but it’s well within bed time parameters. With the thou...

(Since it's the 10th anniversary of my series, let's start with the first adventure that started this all, coincidentally called The First Adventure. This will be the first of many special lore-related blogs that relate to the first original series. There will be special blogs relating to key moments in all 4 series that relate to the history of my series, as well as show off what makes my series so special. THIS way should help clear confusing things up. Think of it like an origin story that wa...

Perhaps the worst of it all was the sickly smell of decomposing leaves, Fletcher was never a fan of the Fall season for that very reason. Mist crept through the trees, crawling up their roots and wrapping around his legs as he made his way through the woods. He didn't mind the cold, he didn't mind the dark, those had become oh-so natural to him over the last few years. What truly bothered him was that smell, decay. The certainty that all things are one day to whither and rot. He halted by ...

It was evening, and a beautiful one at that. Gold cascaded down from the heavens above to find a lone pegasus bent over her desk in a little cottage in the Wandering Woods. She gripped a letter open tightly in her teeth by its dark leather handle. Naturally, this pegasus was Blind Faith herself. ...

And yet we have another info friendship letter, this time about the weapons Stickman has or had, depending on the weapon, and in the order they were obtained. With every new weapon Stickman was eligible to get, Stickman had to travel to Master's Peak to take a test overseed by his teacher, Grandmaster Sticksei, to see if he was actually worthy to wield said weapon. Let's dive in, shall we? The Pencil Sword: The one, the only, you'd better believe it, the sword of legend. Made to look like a p...

Part one of a breakdown of the Canon set for Artemis ----------------------------------------------------------------- 1133 years ago: Beginning of the United Era ...