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"I'll just write a short story to get going" brain said
"It'll be sweet and simple" brain said
the friggin setup alone of my cute little G3 crossover fic is somehow now over 4 thousand words long D: how the hay!?
There's gonna be 4 chaps D:
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yup, that her all right. There's fan art of her too
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day ten thousand and one of the internet being the internet
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brownies! oh, Bronies. THIS IS ALSO MY REACTION TO THEM This place is particularly sweet. I have never personally met a bad one, altho I have spoken to a few troubled types. Pony friends have their share of problems that any netty fandom has ofc, but then you have to expect that. The pony creativity though D: hoof bros and gaskin gals are so good for that! Things like Scootertrix (spoilered - language) -
woo! great av also I read this as Suriname and thought you were from South America ahh, I also found MLPF like that through random googling :3 new to MLP means you get to see all the content with fresh eyes I envy that have some epic fan content
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Betwixt the carnival angels
You rose from a strange hell
And entered the stage
Took souls wherever your eyes met
But you've not begun yet
The true masquerade
I've never seen an enigma such as you
Took my heart with a spell and now I'm doomed
Stuck in trance with a wicked force exhumed
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If anything goes, then everything’s flawed
Oh my love, what the violence has caused
Malevolence flowed from beyond
And my heart cannot take much more
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Oh my love, I can explain
I was only a child in search of my own name
A rider of the storm
A mystic self-proclaimed
The glider of the air
A creature in its cage
Now won’t you send me home
To my point break
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Searching through snow
For the javelin I had not
Meant to throw right at you
For if it had hit its mark
There'd be blood in the place where you stood
It's a terrible thought to have and hold
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ponies grazing, Derpy being Derpy, and the most real life portion of this story (and its inspiration)
***Crafty Crate returns to the thinking spot in the ditch, his eyes mournfully drawn to his watch.
’12:30’ it declares, with the other delays, they were now over an hour late. There would be no drinks at the Sky Anchor tonight.
Mind blanking, his light brown ears unwillingly take in the sounds of the unfamiliar world: the quacking of ducks and the chirping of a moorhen cuts through the gentle tinkle of fountains from Kimono’s gardens. Into this soundscape another, more irritating, sound cuts in.
“Quit chompin’ so loud, will you.”
“Oh. Sorry bo’th!” Derpy replies, mouth full of grass. “It’sh jusht sho tashty.”
He shoos her, and she contently ambles away down the ditch, cropping the grass, which she notices has been allowed to grow long.
‘All the more for me’ she thinks happily.
Freed from distraction, Crafty Crate racks his brain for a solution, but seems to be confounded at every turn by the problem of not being able to fly or to call for assistance from local friendly Pegasi – those two recourses had been the solution to virtually all the many delivery hiccups he had had.
Idly, he gazes at Derpy, feeling jealous of her care-free attitude.
‘No quotas for her. No overheads. We both know I’ll fire her when we get back, but what’s that matter to her? At times like this, it almost makes me envious.’
Derpy, noticing him gazing at her, swallows her mouthful.
“This patch is so good – I can’t believe they left it. Do you think they don’t eat grass here?”
With a withering sigh, he turns away and the grinding, munching sound resumes.
It’s as he looks at Derpy’s hooves, fetlocks unkempt and hooves ill-shod, that Crafty gets an idea.
“I’ve got it!” he says, causing her to flick an ear at him, but not cease grazing.
“Stop acting like a damn sheep and find some stones or wood.”
Derpy swallows her mouthful.
“Rocks and wood boss?”
Biting back an insult, he patiently explains that they need something to grit their hooves, to prevent them slipping. They will put grit and wood on the bank so that their hooves have purchase to.
“Got it boss.”
It is as both ponies are looking for these items, that they notice a timid blue presence watching them from the garden gate.
“I… couldn’t help overhearing. You need stones and wood to unstick the wagon?” Ocean Mist’s voice quavers.
Crafty nods.
She holds out some timbers from Kimono’s wood store.
“Will these do?”
“Can’t hurt.” Crafty says gruffly, causing Ocean’s ears to fall.
“Hey, thanks.” Derpy offers.
Crafty unceremoniously puts them in place.
“I’ll know where there’s some stones!”
Ocean runs off, soft hooves gliding over the ground.
After a little while, a track of stones and wood line both sides of the wagon.
“Right. Again.”
Crafty commands, and both he and Derpy put their shoulders to the wagon. Ocean Mist, too nervous to offer to push with them, hops from hoof to hoof, hoping that her efforts have been enough.
This time, their hooves do engage better with the ground, the wood and stones proving to be somewhat effective and the wagon does begin to move. Unfortunately, the weight of the wagon proves to be too great for the soft earth, even gritted in this way, so that Crafty and Derpy’s hooves merely push it out the way.
After a number of tries, during which Ocean’s hopeful smile gets thinner and thinner, Crafty declares defeat.
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sheesh I've got the writing bug today for sure. This Crafty and Derpy dynamic is intoxicating!
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I like the idea of the copy cat as a one-off sounds like a villain from G1 a bit, just the right balance of cheese and sinister. It could drive an interesting narrative too - Sunny has a disagreement with Pipp about authenticity, and then it snowballs into a villain whose whole thing is copying. I do wish MYM had followed that kind of adventure format, but its G3ish approach is also endearing.
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one of things that was confusing e is why the room temperature seems to increase so much when I work or create (about .5 of a degree every 10-20 minutes until it gets to about 22.5 which is well over what the heating should be producing). well... turns out I am heating the room with my body temperature D:
"In any setting the heat produced by sedentary adults will vary between about 75.66 watts (271 Btu's) for 1.3 m2 and 128 watts (459 Btu's) for 2.2 m2."
huh :3
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of Earth ponies and the legend of 'four hoof drive' as told by Derpy and Crafty Crate
“I think it’s stuck.”
Derpy, hooves back on the ground, eyed the problem with equanimity from under her baseball cap.
Crafty Crate, face like thunder, ignored her.
His knowledge of problems like this was limited. His company, and himself when he was younger, flew loads like this, using the generous physics of Equestria. Though he was loath to admit it, his flight was magical, and with magic not carrying through to this new dimension he was merely an earth pony with wings here.
Nevertheless, he had many earth pony friends, and they had talked at length in Earth watering hole across Equestria about what to do when the conveyance encountered sticky problems like this one. Horsepower was key.
“If we put our backs into it, we can pull it free.”
“But the bar’s in the air boss,” she slurs lazily, mind drifting off to her captivating surroundings.
At this point Crafty decided that it was time to show a portion of his anger.
“Derpy!” he snaps.
“Sorry.”
“Put your shoulder to the side. Now on three, push!”
To Crafty’s relief, the coach began to move.
Both ponies, however, were finding it a struggle. Their hooves, intended for the well-drained plains of Equestria, try to dig in, but are too slick and slide on the gradient into the soft water-logged earth.
“B-Boss!”
Derpy flails as she and the wagon slide down the bank.
Crafty sighs angrily and racks his brains for more earth pony wisdom.
He vaguely recalls a conversation in a bar in south Equestria when he was only a colt beginning his delivery businesses. He had overheard his, then, boss asking a crusty, mud-stained, earth pony how it was possible to take a wagon through the southern swamps.
“Y’see boah. All your hooves gotta grip, so when y’push off y’whole self is doin’ it. ‘s called ‘Four hoof drive’.”
Crafty looks at his hooves, perplexed as to what the elderly pony could have meant.
Feeling foolish, he tries angling his hooves in the mud and trying to move them at the same time, but the process feels unnatural.
Derpy, wondering what was going on, splooshes around the ditch-bound wagon, only to see Crafty practicing what looked like prancing.
“Boss?”
Despite herself, she couldn’t completely keep the chuckle out her voice.
Crafty’s face reddens, but he keeps trying the ‘four hoof drive’ and ignores her.
“What’cha up to?”
Irritably, he turns to Derpy.
“Will you put a pie in it and let me try this.”
“Ok…”
She watches him for a while, as he huffs and puffs, flattening his hooves out and trying to spring them together.
“Four hoof drive makes no damn sense!” he eventually exclaims.
“Oooh, I’ve heard of that!” Derpy says laconically.
Crafty Crate looks at her incredulously, grunting as he continues his attempts at practicing the strange manoeuvre.
“You thought it would help with the ditch?”
Crafty grinds his teeth together.
“Yes.”
“Well, I don’t think it will work, boss.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, because my friend Turnipseed-“ she pauses. “Y’know him?”
“No.”
“Oh he’s great, I think you’d like him.”
“Derpy,” he growls.
“Well we went to the same summer school. One day, he fell in a puddle and it made him all brown and he looked so sad I jumped in after him to show he wasn’t the only one, and then we all did. We got such a scolding-”
“Derpy!”
“Oh yeah, well, after that we became special someponies for a while and he let me in on his big secret about ‘four hoof drive’”
“Yes?”
“And he said, ‘Bubbles’ – that was his name for me y’see – ‘Bubbles, you know ah wish’n ah could flah like yah’.”
Derpy pauses.
“I’m not very good at his accent.”
“Get on with it.”
“Uh, anyway, he basically said that he wasn’t rich like his Da’ with a proper house, so he couldn’t be my forever somepony. Which is silly, because I was just a filly and he was the smallest colt in school, but you know how it is in school.”
Crafty Crate snorts, giving Derpy a dangerous look.
“Well he said he’d never be rich like his Da’ because his Da’ had a special secret that made him the best delivering pony around.”
Crafty, patience finally snapped, scoops up oozing mud in his forehoof and gestures to Derpy.
“If the next thing you say isn’t about ‘four hoof drive’,” he growls.
“Sorry boss, I was almost done.”
Crafty advances on her.
“Well, y’see he said his Da’ was born with it, and he wasn’t,” she says quickly, backing away against the wagon.
“So?”
“He said he tried to learn it, but he couldn’t. ‘Yah have tah be born with it Bubbles. So ah cahn’t marry yah’ he said.”
Crafty Crate sighs wearily.
“So I don’t get pied?”
With a flash of anger, he grabs her cap, and dumps the sweet-smelling mud on his companion’s blond head.
“That’s for wasting my time with that dumb story, just to tell me ‘four hoof drive’ wouldn’t work.”
“Sorry boss.”
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manoeuvre - my brain objects to the spelling of this word because it takes the french spelling, and English has mauled my ability to spell french words
18th century french ofc, back when they were militrary bad-flanks. Original latin refers to working your hand... which is weird
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welcome back to the herd! I sounded out that uwu in my head is such a silly thing
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"So you have a pitch for a new generation of ponies for me?" "Yes sir I do. And I had a few fresh ideas." "New ideas would be tight! I like paying for those." "Really? The last screen writer guy who had those you whipped him and rode him around the office. He lives in a stable now." "Well we like long leashes at Hasbro now. I hope the idea is something challenging that treats little girls like human beings too!" love pitch meetings but yeah, give the writer lots of freedom. make sure they're a quality writer with interesting ideas that are value led but not just a cheap reflection of a bunch of conventional ideas about little girls. Make a clean break from the previous Gen. "
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Limestone Pie is not cute
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best new fandom thing for a while
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oh - yep, more of a tactical rebrand, like the rebranding of Rarity and Pinkie and ofc Dashie in FiM. I do think it's odd that they left her a gardener though. You would think with the earth pony power being plant related, Posey would be portrayed as a special pony, but no she's made butt of the joke instead D: always felt weird to me. I wish they'd made ore of Sprout's mom as a villain. She was great in the movie. Doesn't it feel a bit more natural to have Sprout's mom play the role they give to Posey? -
this, sadly although I friggin love into the unknown. Frozen I is up there with classic Disney for me. Friggin love that movie! Moana too. Never been a fan of Disney sequels though
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I always thought the whole ponies go with dragons thing was odd...
but I now see the connection D:
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laying down wood chip in the garden. Been gardening like a Posey this whole winter after moving into a new place
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What do you think? Why did they make Posey in G5 so unlikeable They are clearly based on each other in terms of colour scheme and love of gardening...
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How many MLP forum members have you met in person?
North Star replied to Narcissus's topic in General Discussion
I met some members of my old UK forum in person was good times. After meeting the Newcastle bronies, the best time was meeting some Czech ponies in Prague after a friends' stag do. Hadn't slept all night and then tried to play CCG with them with my terrible decks while they tried to explain to me some great sights to see the day after, which happened to be a national holiday. Heard a few people on Discord though, like Props, JJ, Silky, Dyny, Scintilate, Loud Opinions... wait there's too many people I have heard on Discord to list D:
Great to see Limestone get some appreciation! 
