Attacks on Paris: How You Can Help · 3:29am Nov 14th, 2015
Howdy, y'all.
I've never seen a place that's quite like this. Everything is turned around; this crazy world is upside down.
Howdy, y'all.
Howdy, y'all.
Some of you may remember a little story I posted a while back called Her Scarf Fluttered in the Absence of Wind—a little story about Cadance and a dragon. It was received pretty positively all around, and a lot of people were requesting a sequel of some kind. I even went out of my way in the story comments to hint at a possible sequel on its way.
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Howdy, y'all.
I think it's obligatory that I lead this off with the following warning: if you haven't seen the latest episode, Crusaders of the Lost Mark, and if you intend on seeing it at some point, turn back now. A lot of stuff happens in the episode. Stuff you don't want to be spoiled on. Trust me on this one.
You have been warned.
Howdy, y'all.
Howdy, y'all.
Even though I thoroughly enjoyed this most recent episode as a whole (I found Gilda's appearance here much more palatable than in Griffon the Brush-Off), I'm gonna skirt past all of that in favour of getting a new and exciting bit of headcanon out of my mind. If I leave it alone much longer, it's apt to make me release a half-assed story about it prematurely, and no one wants that. Head on below the break for some rapid-fire theorizing.
Howdy, y'all.
If we were having a conversation in person right now, this would be the part right after the opening hellos where you ask me "How you doing?" and I would probably answer something to the effect of "Fine." despite the fact that the previous eight hours of my life have redefined the term "bad day."
Howdy, y'all.
♫ On the Fifth Day of Ficmas, the author gave to me ♫
♫ Five frozen hours! ♫
♫ Four sister stones, ♫
♫ Three muted sirens, ♫
♫ Two feuding friends, ♫