Welcome to Cloudsdale Masterpost

A friendly city in the sky where the sun is a pony, the moon is also a pony, and mysterious piezoelectric golems pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep.

Welcome... to Cloudsdale.

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Welcome to Cloudsdale is the most meta of metafiction; a story contained entirely within the comments of other, better stories. Inspired by the seminal "new weird" podcast Welcome to Night Vale, the series originally took form deep within the comments of Skywriter's Cadance of Cloudsdale series in January of 2015, and so far can be found exclusively hiding there. It's now long enough to warrant its own masterpost and central clearinghouse area.

Welcome to Cloudsdale is potentially available to appear in the comments of YOUR story, depending on setting, thematics, and how much I like you! Inquire within!

And now... the weather.

Part One - The CWC vehemently and completely denies the existence of a so-called 'Shadow Cloudsdale.'

Part Two - Princess Celestia is pretty big, I bet she could eat a whole griffin.

Part Three - Never make eye contact with your preener.

Part Four - A recovering immortality addict.

Part Five - A sponsored segment on telling the difference between things that exist and things that do NOT exist.

Part Six - "I lettered in gibbering in high school."

Comments

[Skywriter]

This is a handy reference!

...hoofy reference?

that feeling when you've been writing pony too long

[Georg]

A brief moment of silence for the patient Sister Kale, without which the Cloudsdale/Crystal Empire princess we know and love would still be an adorable little foal.
5766934 I'd love to see a short with Princess Cadence trying to feed a fussy Flurry Heart and having to go back to her roots to find a food she won't spit back out. And Shining Armor's reaction to his sometimes crazy wife trying to feed the baby Gravlax.

Sister Kale's eyes watered as the griffon deftly unwrapped the parcel with his claws, revealing a long slab of something pinkish-red and covered in strong spices. It was the color of pickled ginger root but it smelled nothing like ginger. In fact, it smelled like nothing Sister Kale had ever smelled before, and for that she praised her lucky stars.

[Bad Horse]

Thanks for bringing this to my attention!

Please don't tell Skywriter that I'm reading the comments section but not the story.

[horizon]

Just wanted to belatedly note that these are great and I'm glad you took a few moments to collect them