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Can he fly or something? Because in Dark Sides, it talks about him flying.

yay for fanfic approval! Thanks for allowing me to do this! This story is cool, and I knew it had the potential to become a fanfic as well as a roleplay. I promise that I'll start writing it soon. I might have to change a few things like the first person point of view of some of these posts, but other than that I think it won't be too hard to keep your individual voices while adding my own in shaping each post into part of a chapter. My fiimfiction is MeepyMeeper http://www.fimfiction.net/user/meepymeeper so follow me on that account, or just keep checking it. Once Dark Sides is a thousand words I'll submit it! Oh, and do you mind if I change the D word to darn? I hope not because I'm a Mormon and I don't want to have the D word in this fic. Sorry if you do mind! XD The rest of this post is filler so ignore it. ujrohguaoweijghuihgs uirhgouarhiuaehot jeaohtauoehfuorhgtoapuig uaoehgtuaoehgtousahg ojurhgourshgoIUhgr ohghOURhgjoUhg ouhgouhgouhgo usrhoguRShgourhg oyuhsgourhgouRHg ouhgOURhgozurgh oughOSURHgouRhgoj bbuhgourhhb

http://ponymystic.deviantart.com/art/Meep-base-399814958 Meep is happy and positive most of the time. She can get annoyed at life when it annoys her; she's often heard saying "Typical" at an annoying situation. But most of the time she's positive. She loves making people happy and she also loves drawing and writing, which are her special talents (hence her cutie mark, a sheet of paper with an omega sign on it). http://ponymystic.deviantart.com/art/OC-Fireheart-367268617 Fireheart has a short temper, and when she gets angry SHE REALLY GETS ANGRY. Luckily, she doesn't get angry too often. She has a deep, magical strength inside her that could make her strong enough to lift the sun on her own, but she gives some of it away to ponies who need it, even though she won't get its equivalent back for 24 hours! Her cutie mark is here (but better quality than this crappy dA Muro drawing http://sta.sh/0pmsd25f0yx I have more OCs if you want them!

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AAAAAH SO AWESOME!!!! Thanks!!!!! It took me ages to find the right vectors lol I had a lot to choose from. OMG THIS IS SO PERFECT!! I love it! Thank you!!

Normal size Vector: on left Can you do another one, , on the right? Text: ya5la, in pink, with black outline, with font BlackJack http://www.dafont.com/black-jack.font, and in italics. Extras: Nnnnope. Favorite Color: PINK

Cover art: http://creamandcheese1.deviantart.com/art/Upgraded-Twilight-Sparkle-409861781 She had been fighting the magic for weeks. All the years she had had it, it had just been a benevolent presence inside her, willing to do whatever she asked as long as she asked it politely. But after her transformation from unicorn to princess, its power had been growing. It was growing harder to make the magic do what she wished...and it was growing ever easier to let it follow its own rapidly developing will. It was easier to surrender, rather than to fight. She could see that now, as she lay in her bed, listening to her own breathing, and that of Spike, who slept beside her. But she also could not see how to give in, for if she did, the Elements of Harmony would be incomplete, and Equestria would crumble as soon as the newest villain stepped within its borders. She lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Night was the worst, for as soon as the last rays of sunlight disappeared, with them went all hope that she would be able to keep her magic fully at bay...that her magic would not creep through her body, longing to take her over, only needing one word to do so. No. It was not her magic - not anymore. It was its own, and she feared it...she feared it even more than failing her mentor. If she failed Princess Celestia...well, now that she was a princess, she wasn't relying on Celestia to further her studies anymore. She was studying by herself, and Celestia certainly couldn't stop her from doing that. She also could not de-rank Twilight, for to do so would mean an uproar of protests...and nopony wanted that, unless it would be for their benefit. I'm rambling. Why am I rambling? Twilight thought. I need to focus all of my attention on staying awake - I can't fall asleep until the morning! Her...the magic was making her become nocturnal, for to go to sleep when the shadows reigned was to succumb. To die. And she couldn't surrender. Not yet. Why not? she wondered, as she lay there. A breeze wafted through the window, which was open slightly, and sent a shiver of pleasure through her wings. Her wings. That was the answer to her rambling: she needed to go for a midnight fly-around, to breathe in the fresh, cool air, to feel the chill of the fall night and the wind in her wings. So she rose, silently pushing the covers aside and tiptoeing to the window. She eased it up all the way, and launched herself out! She fell about a foot, relishing the air rushing in her wake, then spread her wings and soared upwards, catching an air current, then beating her wings steadily to keep herself in the air. Twilight flew through the streets of Ponyville, brooding on the prospect of surrender. If she gave in to the magic inside her, it would take her over...transform her - though into what, she didn't know. And the Elements of Harmony would no longer exist, unless a new Element of Magic was found somewhere in Equestria. If she didn't surrender, she would be able to sleep half the day away as she always did...but when she woke up, she would face the approaching night. And the thought of another twelve hours of struggling to stay awake, of half-feverish resistance...it was almost too much to bear. I don't know what to do anymore. My days are spent with dread anticipation, and my nights are just about the worst experience I could ever have. I don't deserve this life! I don't know how to go on...it's just getting to be too much. Twilight found that tears were streaming down her cheeks, and that she was slowly sinking through the air, unable to concentrate on flying and her worries at the same time. She descended, landing on the cobblestone street. She sought any comfort she could possibly find. Her eyes found it, in the gentle glow of the moon. She gazed up at it, and her face contorted with internal pain. "I don't know!" she sobbed aloud, burying her face in her hooves. "I just don't know anything anymore!" And then, she heard a voice. "I can help you..." Twilight looked up, wiping her eyes and sniffing loudly. "Who's there?" she asked in a quavering voice. "I've been here all along, Twilight Andromeda Sparkle. You've simply ignored me all these years...but lately, you have been warming to me, and I can finally say what I have wanted to say this whole time." Twilight realized that the voice was in her own head. No... "I can dispel all of your sorrows with a single command. I can elevate you to a level higher than you have ever dreamed of! Troubles and pain will no longer be yours. All I need...is a single word..." Twilight hesitated. Then her eyes flicked up to Luna's moon, and the sight of it reminded her of what she would lose, what her friends and all of Equestria would lose, if she did what the magic was asking her to do. "No!" she cried. "I will never give in!" But then she saw something that made her courage falter. Dark clouds were moving in, from all sides. The sky grew darker and darker, and a cold wind picked up. Twilight gasped as its icy fingers raked through her mane and tail, across her still-spread wings, along her whole body. She could see lines of ice traced along her skin where it had touched. "How about now, Twilight Sparkle?" the magic breathed in her ear as the wind whistled around her, as the dark clouds obscured the last rays of moonlight. "When all hope is lost, when you will surely die, will you refuse?" Twilight gasped for air as the storm clouds closed in. She could feel their density pressing against her skin, and she knew that this was no ordinary storm. She knew that it was the magic's doing...and that it would be worth nothing to resist now. The power that had once been hers had finally, truly gained a life - and a voice - of its own. If she did not give in now, there was no telling what might happen. She took a deep breath. "I will not," she said, letting her body go limp. The wind lifted her into the air, and as the faintest traces of purple began to whisper around her, she repeated herself, but louder. "I will not refuse. Take me over. Do what you wish with me. I am forever yours." The strands of violet grew brighter, and began to whirl around her, joined by tendrils of pink. "Say it!" the magic begged, its excitement plain to hear. "SAY IT!! WILL YOU GIVE IN??!" Twilight closed her right eye, leaving her dominant left open for the moment - for she wished to see as best she could the magic that swirled through the air. The pink and purple strands were beautiful. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and her open eye began to glow with the power inside her. She could feel her horn warming, its heat increasing until it burned red-hot. Her mane and tail streamed around her in the force of the wind. She drew in a deep breath, which was to be her last, as she closed her other eye and basked in the glory, in the heat of her horn, in the wonderful lightening sensation of nearly being free. "Yes." Freedom is a wonderful thing. As the magic around her grew so searingly bright as to obscure her form, Twilight Andromeda Sparkle felt the worry, the pain, the power within her, drain out of her. In one blissful moment, she knew what it was like to be completely and absolutely... ...free. A wave of blinding white light burst forth from her heart, and spread throughout all of Equestria. Power drained from every single mare, every stallion, every creature within its borders. And every one of them knew, too, what it was to be free. ... .... ........ ... "And that's how Equestria was unmade!" *pause* "Dunno why I'm still here though." END.

((This post doesn't have anything to do with the thread, I'm just asking: When this is over, do I have everypony's permission to rewrite this as a story to post on FIMFiction? Let's see, the authors are DashieHeart, FrozenRose...TheLineTrotter, I guess, even though their thread didn't go anywhere...dashian500, FrostyV. Wow, Dashie, dashian and Frosty are the only ones who've done anything for the past few pages! BTW, the Meep thread by me is not going anywhere, and it's kinda too late for me to do anything with it, so I'll delete it. Oh...800 characters is the minimum. So I'm gonna fill this with a lot of randomness. qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq the ihiroth uohuirlahyuroghorihgueoajsuo my naie it my name is meeperdoodles mep muhuohguejshofhmeodhgoeh uhtoushoruthouhosuhouthu ujeohuoshruohauehrouhgtuohsuj jhuhuuuuuujosufgsihikhskfhsfh hhhhhh hghfguosheouahuoh hoeghrueaohtushfyuohsg ujoshrufhuhafoipauith uhyfuopahgouhsguo uahgouhgouhfgouahg joauhguoghuaohguahgo OK now it's 800 characters. Bye! XD))

I love books!! I will never stop supporting them! Reading is my favorite activity, and it just wouldn't be the same if everything went to electronic-ness.

Wow, I really lengthened his backstory!!!!!! Thanks for the help! Now I'll go do Aria.

Oh, gosherdoodles. No reality-related restrictions? Here I go! (These aren't in order of how much I want them.) 1. I would have access to The Realm from the Door Within trilogy by Wayne Thomas Batson 2. I would have a HUGE library room in my house, with about a million books 3. I would be able to meet up with Lauren Faust and the pony crew and get my own MLP series, Friendship is Awesome, with six of my OCs (including Meep, my ponysona!), produced 4. I would be able to visit Equestria whenever I wanted 5. I could shapeshift into the form of a pink dragoness with a silver patch of scales on my forehead!!!!!!!! 6. Magic would exist and I would use it 7. My self-created fantasy universe, the 42nd Universe, which I'm currently writing a potential book series about, would also exist and I could go there whenever I pleased. That's pretty much it lol...OH WAIT! There's one more!! 8. My beloved stuffed animals could come alive with a whispered word!! Yaaaaay!! OK, I think that's it.

I'm not sure what you mean by expanding the backstory...how would he not fit within canon? LOL I'm really new to this sort of thing...

I'm not going to recreate her, but she actually has no wings lol

Meep looked all around outside her house, but saw nothing. “Hmm. That’s weird.” She had to squint against the setting sun…which is why she didn’t see a mysterious figure running off in the distance. Meep went back inside and picked her way over all her books to the dining room, where her cheesy zucchini rice was still warm. She finished her meal and then spent the rest of the evening picking up all her books and things. Then it was time for bed, so she went upstairs, smiling at the familiar sight of the two bookcases along the wall to her left (including her ten-volume Poncyclopedia set). She lay down in her bed, read for a little while, then turned out the light. It always took her a while to fall asleep, because of her active imagination. But this night, she found she just couldn’t go to sleep. So after about a full hour of tossing and turning, she got up and went out of her room. Meep trotted down the stairs and out the door, intending to go for a walk. Indeed, she walked for many yards, reveling in the fresh night air and enjoying every touch of the moonlight. If Meep could have become nocturnal without any problems, she would have, for she loved the night, and she believed that her brain worked best then. Also, maybe if she slept during the day, her dreams wouldn’t be as wild as they were… Then Meep snapped out of her reverie and discovered that she had no idea where she was. I don't really know where I'm going with this...

Wow!

Unicorn Dash, on my phone. I named the unicorn Azula Dasher because I wanted to, even though she doesn't really have a name, and I'd love to be her for a day!

Warning! This post has nothing to do with the thread!! Skip it! Please. (Meep the Unicorn is magenta with a dark-mint-green mane and her cutie mark is a piece of paper with an omega symbol on it.http://ponymystic.deviantart.com/art/Meep-Blushing-base-396936360 Oh, and this at the moment has nothing to do with the previous threads. However, it will tie into it at some point ) Meep sighed happily as she entered her familiar house, with its welcoming ice-blue walls. The many bookcases lining the walls stood as a testament to how much she loved to read, for they were crammed full of books (most of whom were fantasies). But this evening, as the sun slowly set, she knew she wouldn't be diving into any of them. She had an idea, and she had to write it down. It was little known in Ponyville that Meep was a writer, and a cartoon artist. She loved to draw and write, but so far she hadn't finished any stories to publish, and she kept her drawings to herself. And she liked it that way. Meep didn’t want publicity. Now, she got out a sheet of paper and excitedly levitated her quill pen out of the ink bottle. Poised above the paper, it hovered. Then, grinning and almost giddy with anticipation, Meep began to write. Once upon a time, there was a dragon whose heart was black as coal, in stark contrast to his scales of gleaming white. His name was Slytnon, and he was the craftiest wyrm in the entire Eighth Dimension (which was where the dragons lived). Never did he use truth to get his way – no, his whole life was a lie. He deceived every creature he met that he deemed would be of use to him, and whenever something – or someone – was not crucial to his Great Plan, he killed them. For Slytnon had a Great Plan, one that would rival any he had yet spun. Every night, he gloated about it to his small, blue-green slave-dragon, Nettlebic. Every day, he was consumed by its intricate details. He knew everything about this plan had to be perfect, or else it would fail and he would die, according to the Dragon Law. He planned to overthrow Dawnlight, the regal ruler of all the dragons in the Eighth Dimension. Meep lay down her pen. The idea was out, written down on paper, and she wouldn’t forget it. Satisfied, she was about to sit down in her chair and pick up the book she was reading when her stomach rumbled. “Oh, my goodness!” she said aloud, so shocked was she. “I haven’t eaten anything since lunch!!” And that was six hours ago! she added in her head, as she trotted towards her kitchen. Time for supper! Half an hour later, Meep sat at her table with a plate of cheesy zucchini rice in front of her – her favorite meal! She levitated her fork to her mouth and was just about to take a bite…when suddenly there was a tremendous crash in front of her house. She jumped, and as she jumped, every single book in her living room fell off the shelf it was on and landed on the floor with another crash. Meep heaved an annoyed sigh, shoved a bite of cheesy zucchini rice into her mouth and, chewing rapidly, headed for the door to find out what in Celestia's name had happened.