Shadow Beam

[sarcasm] *cough* english only *cough cough* [/sarcasm] Lovely work, especially the last two. Although I would've loved a prussian pickelhaube just for the giggles.

No probs! Congrats for the impromptu promotion by the way.

Welcome to Octavia's hall and the forums! Regarding the pic, all I can say in whole honesty is: D'awww!

Did someone say Skyrim? Oh, you're serious. Yeah, I used to play Morrowind and Oblivion a few years ago. Good stuff.

Congrats Kou! Ye did et! Now, with your guidance, all the unlighted members of these forums shall submit before the all-powerful :U Man, I'm predicting some sick stuff lately, I kinda knew that you were going to become a moderator the day Jeric ascended to alicorn-hood-stration.

Welp. I can give it a try I guess. "Come on, try it!" The daily Celly-prank-time was a go, and a very promising one. A spoon was hovering ever so slowly, like the calm before the storm, towards it's final destination, soup. Soup with a special ingredient that is. Of couse, as the wicked, devilish being he is, his unbeatable mastermind plans always worked and always improved, this meaning that new ideas used to swarm his mind as his antics progressed. "Oh, you doofus, I knew something was missing!" He thought as a simple snap of his paws transmuted any vestige of water in the room into a harmless spiced liquid, along with a spotless marble floor that quickly became soap, he couldn't simply avoid a chortle. Now it was just a matter of waiting and witness his daily dosis of chaos ensue. "HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!" Of course, somepony always had to ruin the fun. Some-guard in this specific case. "You'll come with me you slippery snake..." The guard peered at the extension of the Spirit of Chaos body. "...thingy." Discord was defeated, the jig was definitely up. He kneeled in pure, undoubtedly realistic sorrow and spoke. "You've got me, and for that I believe you deserve a reward." "A re-what?" The surprise of the sentinel was clear as water. "Let me show you, my meddlesome friend." Another snap of the devilish genius and a Discord-sized-n'-shaped ballon materialized along a rope tied around the guard's barrel, ineluctably carrying him to higher grounds, or roofs in this case. Rage was building up in the stallion's expression, to the point where actual steam blurted out of his nostrils. "I'm going to g-" An apple that out of the blue got stuck in his mouth restrained him from ruining Discord's innocuous fun time. "Don't be such a baby now, papa Discord must give a surprise to mama Ce-" An offeding pillar blocked the maniacal genius way. A suspicious furry, white pillar that to his misfortune, wasn't a piece of architectonic work at all. The mare was staring daggers at the inocent prankster. She knew. "Oh, Celly my dear! Fance seeing your divine self around these parts!" A raised eyebrow was all he received in retort, his heart almost stopped when she glanced to the ceiling to see his terrified, mumbling protector. "Discord..." The temperature in the room started to raise to questionable levels. He employed his last resort, demeaning misstatements. "I... Uh... You've... Got me...? I feel such remorse right now!" . It didn't work. From then on, no joke took place in the castle. Some say that our hero's eerie shrieks caused by unsparing sunburns are still heard 'till this very day.

Someone requested it on Deviantart, it was a nice practice... Even if that scaled brat almost drove me to insanity. I'm serious, sketching a pony is a thing, but he managed to emulate an inderscribable pain in the arse. Original: Super original: Any feedback?