Legendary Emerald

I agree with the vast majority of what you had to say. You even brought up a few points I hadn't thought of before. You've got a good critical eye, and you know how to get your point across. I'm actually trying to start a MLP fanfiction bookclub/podcast at the moment. The thread is here. I'd appreciate it if you'd check it out, and if it seems like something you'd be interested in, you could apply for a host position.

Skype will most likely be the program of choice, but depending on if the show makes its way to any of the fandom radio stations, different software may be used. There should be no need for hosts to purchase new software for the program, though.

Do you enjoy fanfiction? Do you annoy all your uninterested friends by going on and on about the latest update to your favorite Grimdark Adventure Shipfic starring Twilight Sparkle and Tom the Rock? Wouldn't you rather talk with some people who care about the same things you do? Let me tell you about a quirkly little book club/podcast I'm putting together... “The Canterlot Library Book Club” (name pending) is a once a week get-together for fanfiction lovers to discuss the material they love so much. Each week, a member of the podcast will be given the opportunity to choose the fanfiction that all members (and listeners) are expected to read before the next online get-together. When the meetings start, we discuss what we've read, give our opinions, and generally discuss the contents of that fanfiction. If possible, after we've said our pieces, the author him/herself might even join in to give us their own two-cents, and be open to questions we might have. The meeting ends with the decision made for what will be covered at next week's meeting, and the cycle continues. How can you join this club? Well, all you'd need to do is tune in to the podcast and read along with the hosts. But if you're interested in becoming a host, now is the time to let it be known, because positions are limited. Too many cooks spoil the pot, after all. The following are the requirements for anyone interested in joining the podcast: You must have a genuine love for fanfiction, and generally have “good” taste. You must be open to reading all genres of fanfiction, and are not put off by sometimes mature content. This may include violence, swearing, and homosexual relationships. No fanfiction for pure titillation’s sake, “clop”, will be read in the book club, though. You must be able to meet online for the recording of the book club meeting for one hour or more, once a week. You must be able to discuss your opinions in an intelligible way, and get along with others even when you don't agree with them. Along with this, a passable microphone is necessary for your words to be heard. You must be able to read a fanfiction each week, which will vary in length from short to very long, depending on the week's selection. *In the event that the podcast is broadcast live while it is being recorded, you would need to be able to be present each week at the same time. This matter is still up in the air though, and I'd prefer it the podcast to be recorded in advance of being aired, if it is aired in any capacity other than a download link.* Still interested? Great! Please respond in this thread with your reasons for why you want to become a host and why you should be accepted. Also include a link and short, spoiler free summary of 1 fanfiction which you love dearly, or is your all time favorite. But don't go into too much detail; if you become a host, you'll be able to discuss it on the show. The cast thus far (this is not set in stone) includes... Legendary Emerald (aka Serah Anastos, aka myself) Questio (Pending) ??? ??? Also, depending on the amount of feedback this thread receives, and the quality of submissions, the cast limit might be made higher to allow more hosts.

“Ooh, when are they going to get back?” Yuffie whined, pacing the floor of the apartment. The hideout was decorated like the inside of a toy chest, with dark green walls and beige carpeting. Rich red curtains were drawn over the windows, and a mahogony door with the number 2 emblazoned on it in gold font was held shut by a complex system of locks. A large bed with a curious designs on the cover sheet dominated the southern side of the room, while a green grandfather clock stood across from it. “I don't know. I hope that man remembers to bring some potions back with him like I asked. If I have to keep healing so many people, I might not have the energy to cook our meals.” the older woman responded. “What? No way! If that man comes back here empty handed then I'm gonna-!” Yuffie almost bit her tongue as the young man she'd brought in stirred from his place on the bed. “Hey, he's waking up!” "Hi, welcome to the land of the living!" Yuffie greeted him enthusiastically. "I'm your tour guide, Yuffie, and with me is my lovely assistant, Aerith! You can thank her for the healing magic, by the way."

Yuffie Kisaragi crouched on a high rooftop, her body concealed in a sheet that was as dark as the permanent night sky over Traverse Town. Down below, five men and women of varying ages waged war against a small platoon of Shadows. “Not good. I haven't seen this many heartless in one area in a while, even if it is just the little ones.” Yuffie chewed on her thumb. “I should help them, right? That's the sort of thing a ninja does in this kind of situation, I think.” There was a flash of light as one of the Shadows was destroyed by one of the combatants. Yuffie's eyes fixed on the weapon the person was using, and a smile played across her lips. “Aaactually, I think they've got this one in the bag. But I still need to tell Cid and the others about this.” Yuffie said with a nod. She stood up, holding her sheet against her chest as her leg muscles tensed before releasing her into the air. And then the air suddenly changed, causing her to fall flat on her face. “Owww! What was that all of a sudden?!” Yuffie shouted before freezing up and shushing herself. She crawled back to the edge of the roof and saw that the number of heartless had been reduced dramatically, but at the expense of one of the humans; a young man fell to his knees, keyblade disappearing from his grasp before he hit the ground. “Uhg, looks like I'm not going to be making my escape alone.” Yuffie grumped. She stuck a finger in her mouth before holding it up to the air. She nodded her head. “Okay, take two!” Yuffie lept off the top of the building and landed with cat-like reflexes on the street below. She scooped up the fallen young man with strength that belied her small frame and was in the air again before the remaining heartless had time to notice her presence. Bouncing from wall to wall in a perfectly performed triangle jump, Yuffie lighted atop her favored rooftop, now one body heavier than she'd been before. The young ninja stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled. “Hey! I'm taking this guy over to District 3! Feel free to drop by once you're done with the street cleaning!” Without pausing for an answer, Yuffie darted off across the rooftop and away from the scene of the battle. --- Yuffie adjusted the weight in her arms so she could reach her hand to the door. She rapped against the door with her knuckles 9 times with practiced timing, and was rewarded by the sound of a deadbolt being removed and a doorknob unlocking. The door swung inward soon after, and Yuffie stepped through the portal. “Welcome back Yuffie.” an older woman with a motherly sort of voice greeted the returning ninja. She laid her eyes on the catch Yuffie had brought in with her. “My my, another one?”

As Serah celebrated the night of her 20th birthday in solitude, the world looked a lot darker than it had been before. What started a dream was becoming a nightmare all too fast. Worst of all, even in this hell that surrounded her, Serah could find no home of her own. --- Prologue Serah woke up in the morning under the shade of a tree, head harboring a nasty hangover and dark spots clouding her vision. She groaned and blinked her eyes rapidly. The spots didn't disappear; if anything, they grew larger. She noticed with some distress that the shapes weren't purely black. On what might have been considered the “head” of the black bodies, beady yellow eyes stared at her with animal-like interest. “What the hell did I drink last night?” Serah though, picking up and examining the label of a nearly empty bottle. The creatures, whether real or imagined, hadn't approached her. Ten of the short, black, vaguely humanoid creatures surrounded her and spoke with one another. At least, Serah assumed that the strange, bubbling, burbling noises were coming from them. None of them seemed to have mouths, or any distinguishing features other than their eyes, antenna, and sharp claws. One of the creatures finally broke free from the pack, creeping forward with timid steps that seemed to carry the creatures farther and faster than should have been possible. Serah's grip on the bottle neck tightened. The dark being was nearly upon her, and she began to smell its essence. It smelled of nothing. Of void. The absence of smell overpowered her, and any doubts she had as to the existence of the creature left her mind. But there was no time to question what they were. The creature slowly pointed a sharp digit towards her chest, where her heart rest. The monster cocked its head to the side, almost curiously. “You want it?” Serah asked under her breath The creature rolled its head over to the opposite shoulder and burbled something. “Then come and get it!” The bottle crashed between the two antenna, dealing a solid blow to the beast's head. The head of the shadow-form caved inward with the blow, like clay that was not yet fully hardened. The bottle didn't break, and was left lodged into the thing's scalp until the moment when the essence of the creature simply fell apart in a sprinkle of black-purple motes that soon disappeared into nothingness. The other black shapes bubbled to one another in a higher frequency than before, seemingly confused by Serah's violent outburst. “... Give you something to talk about...” Serah muttered, getting to her feet and using the trunk of the tree to support herself. She pulled her right arm back, clenching her fist as it was suddenly engulfed in flames. The creatures took notice, and several took steps away from the sudden source of heat. Serah smirked and thrust her fist forward. A moderately sized fireball scorched through the air at the monster, singing the grass as it passed above. The shadow-forms dove out of the way, either by jumping or receding into the ground and into inky black puddle. Two weren't fast enough, and were consumed by the gout of flame. One simply disappeared upon contact, while the other was left to writhe on the ground with one half of its body missing and the other half rapidly turning to charcoal even as it burbled in terror. The heartless spread themselves out across the field, and the ones who'd hid in the ground tentatively peeked out to gaze upon their foe. Serah found herself smiling. “You burn well.” she taunted, wobbling unsteadily. The shadows charged at her. --- Serah sat underneath the shade of the tree, or what little it could still provide. Sadly, the leaves had caught aflame during the onslaught and had burnt up in a matter of moments, though the synthetic bark remained untouched aside from slightly darkened branches. Serah was not as lucky. Numerous bleeding cuts adorned her arms and legs. The creatures had been awfully fond of latching onto her arms, little clawed hands leaving red pock-marks across her skin as they tried to get at her chest. The less daring beasts had felt content to scratch at her legs, tearing through her jeans and leaving long diagonal lines across her calves. Each one Serah sent back into the nothingness, whether through a display of pyrotechnics or the application blunt physical trauma. Only one blow had touched her face, and it hadn't come from one of the small creatures. Reinforcement had been quick to arrive. A few tiny piles of armor littered the ground around Serah, which hadn't disappeared along with the shadows that had worn them into battle. The metal had been resilient, and had it covered her lankier foe's bodies entirely, she may not have survived the onslaught. “Bleeding. Need...” Serah mumbled to herself, patting the ground where her bag was supposed to be. Her grasping palm reached nothing but grass. “City, supplies.” A fighter jet soared overhead in the direction of MaineFrame. Serah watched dully as it disappeared over the tree line. Only moments later, she heard the sound of an explosion and felt the ground shake. “City, not safe.” she laid the back of her head against the tree and closed her eyes. “Shit.” Serah lay there for several minutes, the roar of a city-wide battle raging almost a mile away serving as her lullaby as she began to drift into unconsciousness. The sudden thud of approaching footsteps postponed her trip into the realm of the dreamers. Serah opened her eyes and, for the second time that day, found herself staring at a dark monstrosity. This was the biggest one yet, clad nearly head to toe in thick armor plates, and wielding a shield to boot. No yellow eyes gleamed out at Serah from beneath the iron hood, but the animate hell-hound on the thing's shield regarded her with interest. There was crushing, tinkling sound as the enormous soldier's boot came down on something made of glass. It lifted it leg and inspected the broken shards with it's shield, the dog head sniffing at the bitter smelling liquid that puddled around it. “Hey...” Serah spoke as she struggled to her feat. She wearily adopted her usual combat stance and stared down the monster. “I wasn't done with that.” The hound chuckled, a deep, throaty sound completely dissimilar from the bubblings of the small minions she had defeated before. The air around Serah's hands simmered as she summoned the last of her internal heat. The soldier didn't move to defend itself, and instead turned its back to her, looking off into the distance. Serah followed its gaze, or at least where its gaze would have been if it'd had a proper cranium, but didn't see anything. But then a dull roar slowly reached her ears, and the sky darkened. The trees bent back as if blown by a strong wind, but Serah felt nothing against her body. She couldn't even feel the ground beneath her feet. Serah's senses suddenly and violently failed her as she tumbled through the park, rolling across the sky and splashing in the dirt. Her lungs no longer took in oxygen, her vision went dark, and she produced no noise as she screamed in terror. The only sensation proving that she still had life within her was the beating of her heart, and even that was threatening to leave her, to burst out from her chest and leave her as nothing. She held onto her heart with all her remaining strength, hoping against hope that its next beat wouldn't be the last . She cradled her heart in her mind until her mind could no longer function, until her last fragment of awareness was whisked away... --- As Serah celebrated the morning after her 20th birthday, the world looked a lot darker than it had been before. What started a dream had becoming a nightmare all too fast. Worst of all, even in the hell that surrounded her, Serah found no home of her own.

GOOD FRIEND! (Also he already read the first chapter and said that "it's not even bad at all". That may be the strangest compliment I have ever received. )

Cover art by Arylett-Dawnsborough It's finally done! The first episode of my fanfiction, "The Subordinate Six", is completed and free to view on FIMFiction Dot Net! It's already managed to make its way onto the Featured Stories list (if you don't have your profile set to include +18 stories, at least ), and is getting some favorable reviews. Please give it a read; I didn't work on this for 6 months only to have a handful of people see it! The Subordinate Six Summary: Las Pegasus, the entertainment capital of Equestria. Lyra and Bon Bon arrive in the city prepared to start a new life, but run into some familiar faces. For instance, there's a wall-eyed mailmare living next door, and some traveling magician won't stop proclaiming her own greatness. And Lyra could swear she's seen this pony named 'Vinyl Scratch' before, but Octavia is remaining tight-lipped. Can they make it in this town of glitz, glamor, and crazy ponies? (First episode/storyline is completed!) Characters: Lyra, Bon Bon, Derpy, Trixie, Vinyl, Octavia Genre: Comedy/Normal with eventual shipping Rated: E10+

I came.

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. If you want to read a story that isn't quite as weird, and that I actually put time and effort into, give my story "The Glowmelon Mystery" a shot. There should be a link in my signature. That fic has an EQD stamp of approval.

Granny Smith's Twilight Delight Description: HAPPY VALENTINES' FOOLS' DAY! Granny Smith has fallen in love with Twilight Sparkle, and now the librarian has to find out how to lose a mare in 10... scratch that, 1 day. Written for a 30 Minute Pony prompt. Please don't take this seriously in the slightest; I sure as heck didn't when I was writing it. Rated T for verbal innuendo. Hopefully y'all will get a cheap laugh out of this.

Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. I don't go on this site very often these days. Overall, I found the album very enjoyable, professional sounding, and containing a number of earworms that won't be leaving my head anytime soon. I think the highlight for me was the "Balloon in My Basket" remix, which is one of the greatest feel-good remixes in the fandom. I'd actually had that song on my mp3 player for many months and loved it, back before I knew you'd changed your name from DJ-Pon3 to Freewave. Other songs of particular note were the remix of "Spring", "Road to Appaloosa", and "Tonight". Most songs were at least good if not mind-blowing, though. Only slight criticism I'd have is that some songs tend to use (or abuse) vocal clips a bit too much. "He's a Bear" is a great example, and probably the only track I didn't get any real enjoyment out of. Congrats on finishing this album. You did a great job.