Quinch

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  1. Can you think of any immediate ways you could be unblehified?
  2. Hey, that's definitely something to be proud of.
  3. Pretty boring? We'll see about that! Think fast - you're at home working and suddenly the ceiling explodes upwards and you see a flying saucer above you. How do you react?! Oh, also, hi! Welcome {back?} to the forums.
  4. Hey, I like the concept. Any hints on what her cutie mark is about?
  5. Kinda... weirdly upbeat for this time of night? Not gonna argue it much tho.
  6. Definitely logical, for the most part. However, that also handicaps my ability to relate to others.
  7. [Principal Celestia, fifth page] I set my office on fir I almost set my desk on fire today. I was talking to Tremolo Rush, one of our... "problem" students. I forget what. Something something shop class something. It doesn't even seem important now. She's mature. Smart for her age. Smart enough to push my buttons like she's playing a piano. I don't remember what happened really. I just remember her interrupting me and going on tangents and mocking everyone I stood up and everything just went blank for a second. Then I smelled burning wood and Tremolo smirking at me, and there were papers smoking on my side of the desk and I stammered at her to get back to her class and put the fire out with my shirt in a panic. There are scorchmarks on my desk. I feel ashamed of myself. My first thought was to blame Tremolo Rush, that she set the fire when I wasn't looking. She wouldn't do that. She's irresponsible and trollish, not an arsonist. They're far too far on my side of the desk anyway. Plus, they fit my hands perfectly. ----- Note to self: Replace batteries in smoke detector in my office.
  8. [Principal Celestia, first page] Dear Diary... I have to hand it to Luna, she never ceases to surprise me. I mentioned to her that I've been having trouble sleeping yesterday and this morning she hands me this dream journal. I don't think I've even mentioned to her it's been dreams that have been bothering me but, well, she's always had a knack for knowing when something was bothering me. I wonder if she knew even before I told her. Heh. It wouldn't surprise me. It looks like she put a lot of effort into you, too. The moon-and-stars she put on the cover is a nice touch, but the dedication on the inside cover... "The best sister deserves the best dreams." Looks like somebody is getting something extra special for their birthday. Anyway, this is it for my first entry. See you tomorrow. [Principal Celestia, second page] We are stardust Floating. No, not floating. Nothing to float in. Just there. Then the city below me. No detail, no image, but I know it's there. Then moving away. Not away really, not moving, perspective shift. Feeling like I'm not there, was never there, not as a body not as a being. In space, no, not in space, universe around me, difference there. Stars, massive, burning. Feel them, all of them, a new sense, not synesthesia, something new. Thinking should be overwhelmed, first confused that I'm not, then frightened. Then feel becoming them, realize always have been. And that's the part where I woke up. I'm reading what I just wrote and it does make me realize think that's what my previous dreams were about too. It definitely feels familiar. I should probably ask Luna about it, she's always had a knack for figuring out what dreams meant. I might just be subconsciously remembering a Carl Haygan documentary or something, that would probably explain the whole feeling of oneness with the stars or something. It must've really bothered me in my sleep, though. When I woke up, the bed was hot. Like, right-out-of-the-dryer hot. On the other hand, I didn't feel sweaty at all. Weird.