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  • 111 weeks
    SA: The Last Round

    "So, what do you think, Corejo?" Wanderer D asked, politely showing off the stack of papers in his claw.

    The burlap sack with the printed (in color!) face of Corejo remained silent.

    "I see, yes, yes!" Wanderer D cackled. "Ahahaha! Yes! I agree! This story should do fine! So, who's reviewing it? RT?"

    The sack that had the picture of RTStephens on it tilted just enough for a single potato to roll onto the table.

    "And we have two! Alright, team, I expect you all to figure out who's doing the next one, okay? Let's not keep the readers waiting!" He glanced expectantly at the several sacks with pictures around him. "Alright! Dismissed."

    "Sir?"

    "Ah, intern. Is that my coffee?" Wanderer D took the proffered mug and downed the contents in one go. "Excellent! No time to rest! We have to edit what the guys just handed to me."

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  • 133 weeks
    SA: Round 186

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    The Dodge Junction train ramp was not where Floydien expected to be part of a reunion.

    He especially didn’t expect it to happen four times in a row.

    “Wait, Winter? What are you doing here?”

    Winter’s eyebrows raised. “On Summer vacation. What about you?”

    “Uh, same.”

    “Guys!”

    The two Angels looked to where the voice came from. Cynewulf came running up to them, a wide brimmed sunhat and sunglasses adorning her head. “Fancy meeting you two here!”

    Floydien scratched his head. “Same. Are you on vacation too?”

    “Yep! Had a blast down on the Horseshoe Bay coast.”

    “Well, ain’t this something!”

    All turned to the fourth voice. Knight strode up, his body decked out in fishing gear, complete with a fishing pole balanced over his shoulder. “Haven’t seen so many of us in one spot since vacation started.”

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  • 148 weeks
    SA: Round 185

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Winter and Knight stared out at the bleak townscape. All around them, the fires raged unchecked as Ponyville's former occupants stumbled mindlessly about, their undead faces ravaged by rot and decay as they moaned for sustenance. Knight turned to Winter.

    "Ready to go?"

    Winter nodded and shifted a backpack. "Got everything with me. I guess it's now or never."

    Knight gave a wry smile. "That's the spirit. You do have your reviews, right?"

    "Of course!" he said, patting his chest. "Right here."

    Knight nodded and said, "Alright, here's the plan: we stick to the shadows as much as possible. From what I can tell, their eyesight isn't that good, but their sense of smell is excellent. We just have to stay upwind."

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  • 155 weeks
    SA: Round 184

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    “I see. Alright, I’ll let him know.”

    Intern twisted a dial on the small mechanical piece attached to his ear, retracting a blue, see-through visor from across his face. He turned to Floydien, crossing his arms. “It’s confirmed. Generation 5 is on its way. Season 2 of Pony Life is just around the corner. And the series finale of Equestria Girls was scrapped for a holiday special.”

    Floydien lifted an eyebrow. “And, what does that mean for us?”

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  • 159 weeks
    SA: Round 183

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Over their heads the flak guns peppered the sky. The planes roared and sputtered. The clouds were dark, heavy with the child that was war. It was all noise.


    Cynewulf looked around the bend. “You know, I’ve been reading old fics. Remember Arrow 18?”


    Floydien slipped—a Floydien slipped—One Floydien came through the fractured time in the lower levels of the Sprawling Complex. “Uh, human in Equestria?”


    “Yeah. You know, we were probably too mean about those.”


    “They were terrible. I mean some of them. I guess a lot of everything is terrible.”


    “Well, yes. But anyway, I was reading it, and it occurred to me that what I liked about it was that it felt optimistic in the way that Star Trek was optimistic. It felt naive, but in a way one wanted to emulate. To regress back into it.”


    “Uh, that sounds nice?”

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  • 164 weeks
    SA: Round 182

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    “Okay, Winter, hit it!”

    Winter pulled a lever that ignited a rocket placed underneath the communal Christmas Tree. The tree blasted through a cylindrical hole and out into the skies beyond. It only took seconds for the tree to become a tiny red dot against the blue sky.

    Winter stepped away from the control panel and down to where Intern was standing behind a fifty-five millimeter thick glass wall. “We could have just picked up the base and tossed it in the garbage bin outside, you know.”

    Intern scoffed. “Yeah, we could, or we can go over the top in a comedic and entertaining manner that leads into our reviews.”

    “You’re getting all meta, now.”

    “Exactly! On to the reviews!”

    ROUND 182

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  • 169 weeks
    SA: Round 181

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    For the first time in the year that he worked there, FanficFan finally experienced quiet in the Seattle’s Angels Compound. All the other reviewers had gone home for the holidays, leaving him and Intern to submit the last round of reviews of the year. However, with Intern off on an errand, FanficFan was left alone.

    With stories ready to be read by his partner, all the reviewer could really do was wander around the empty building, taking in all the holiday decorations left behind from the Office Christmas Party a few days prior, like office space holiday knick-knacks, lights strown about the ceiling and wreaths on nearly every door. Plus, there was some leftover cookies and egg nog, so that was nice. 

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  • 173 weeks
    SA: Round 180

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Cynewulf lay in a grassy field. This was a curious occurrence, as the Seattle Angel’s Dyson Sphere-esque compound basement labyrinth did not usually have grass. 


    But like she had many times before, she’d been teleported here, and whether or not the sky above her was real or not, she didn’t mind. The grass was nice, and the wind was nice, and whatever happened happened.
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    There was a great crash and Corejo stumbled into the grass to her right.

    “Oh, god, are we out? How did—”

    “No clue. I suspect that it’ll just take us back anyhow. Did you have the reviews? The machine came for me a few days ago, so I’ve got mine.”


    “I… Uh, I was late. I mean, we both are, unless you’ve been here for days.”

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  • 177 weeks
    SA: Round 179

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Winter peered cautiously out the corner of the broken window, surveying the damage outside. He turned to his companion.

    "Looks like we're trapped in here," he said quietly.

    Intern grunted and adjusted the bandage on his arm. "Nothing we haven't gone through before." He looked up at Winter. "Got your reviews?"

    Winter nodded and patted his chest pocket. "Right here, where they're safe." He turned and looked once more out the window. "Now, it's simply a matter of getting through all those ponies." Winter shuddered as he took in the horrors before him.

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  • 180 weeks
    SA: Round 178

    Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


    Matthew stumbled through the basement, crouching low to avoid all the pipes on the ceiling. Floydien hadn’t told him much, just that it was extremely important, had nothing to do with Intern, and to take the last fire door on the left.

    After what seemed like eternity in an instant, Matthew finally came to said fire door, damp with sweat and condensation. He carefully undid the latch and opened it with one arm raised just in case of any traps. Only to be greeted with the sounds of maniacal but joyous laughter as he spotted Floydien sitting in the center of the room surrounded by thousands of stacks of papers.

    “I found it!” Floydien said, tossing a stapled pack of papers to Matthew. “I finally found the answer. The answer to all of our questions. To our very existence!”

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Dec
4th
2016

Story Reviews » SA Reviews #95 · 11:15pm Dec 4th, 2016

Seattle's Angels is a group that promotes good stories with low views. You can find us here.


The Angels had been in worse spots than this. Ancient temples, amphibious assaults, collapsing space stations. But being held hostage by about five dozen rodents and assorted mustelids had to take the cake. A spotlight shone down on them from on high, highlighting the fact that they were tied together in a large circle and blinded by the light.


A hooded and tiny figure stepped forward. “Welcome,” it squeaked, “to the Fuzzy Association Friendship Funtime initiation.”


“Fuzzy Association Friendship Funtime initiation time,” the other small cloaked figures chanted slowly.


“Red, we know it’s you under there,” said Plum. “This is the sixth secret society you’ve thrown together in as many weeks. For the last time, Bon Bon replacing you as Best Thrower of Things Off Tables is not a conspiracy, and creating dozens of imaginary counter-conspiracies doesn’t automatically cancel out the first imaginary one.”


“SILENCE!” shrieked Ferret, who fwaffed Plum in the face with her fwaffer, that being her tail. “Thou shalt not speak to the Grand Squeaker with such insolence! Listen closely to his voice, for it is really high-pitched and hard to understand.”


“Behold!” said Red, pulling out a scroll. “The sacred texts of our order, written three hours before the deadline, as the prophecy foretold!”

ROUND 95


Ursas are ancient creatures of the sky; even a baby is millennia old and filled with ancient wisdom. So when Snips and Snails burn a small portion of the Everfree Forest in their attempt to find an Ursa for Trixie to vanquish, the Ursa Minor comes forth to teach them a lesson. How will the ancient yet immature star-bear communicate with simple ponies to give them his Message?


Miscommunication is the basis for almost all hijinks. He said, she said, that’s not what they meant, and suddenly everyone is wondering why asking for a cup of coffee got the family goldfish in the coffee maker and half the house is on fire. How much worse, then, is this conundrum when the communicator is a bear that only makes bear noises?


Well, it’s hilarious. Giving the Ursa Minor more facets to its personality than just “I am a giant bear and I eat things” quickly turns a mildly amusing situation into wonderful comedy, accented by how seriously the Ursa takes its own inner musings. The story as a whole is not asking you to take it seriously—in fact, it’s the solemnity with which the Ursa treats the whole situation that’s a main source of the comedy, because, well, it’s a giant bear trying to take itself seriously.


The ending bears much of the burden for making you laugh, or at least chortle with self-deprecation while you punch your monitor and cry yourself to sleep. Many bear-iations of this kind of comedy exist, but the bear-naked truth is this is a really entertaining story.

This story is a fascinating mix. It feels both ancient and at the same time very new. It suits the protagonist, the Ursa Minor from Boast Busters, to a T.


The ursa is woken from his slumber by Snips and Snails of course, but the way in which they wake him is slightly different from how it’s implied in the show. In this case, it’s less that they wake him by harassing him directly and more by being in the forest and causing trouble to the wildlife.


The story then follows the ursa’s attempts to communicate with the ponies which is what we saw in the episode itself, but fascinating because it’s from the opposing viewpoint. It blends beautifully with what we know and really helps lend authenticity to the ursa’s actions.


There is some beautiful cadence and flow to the story, it does an exceptional job of showing the ursa as both an ancient being in its memories and still quite young, lacking wisdom and experience when interacting with the ponies.


The finale of the story is really the best part hands down. When the ursa is able to finally deliver his message my heart soared. I couldn’t resist a chuckle or two as well. This is definitely a worthwhile read regardless of whether you’d normally pick it up.


The title says it all, dear reader. This is a story primarily about Pony bottoms. And some other things, like cats. But mostly bottoms.


This story depending on your opinion is either the rambling of a maniac or a heartening call to arms. It is however, very much about butts.


If you feel it’s the former, then it’s a maddened manifesto of vitriol against the wonder that is the pony posterior, be it plump or perky. The scribblings of a zealot who knows not what he speaks of. A madman who derides the comfortable life he lives in and happiness that is found by others as mere pablum opiate.


If it’s the latter then it’s a revolutionary bugle, calling all good folks to take up arms against the deadly threat that lurks amongst them. Despite the author being silenced against his will, the call shall live on, and all who have heard the sound will rise up against their oppressors, cast off their damned shackles and fight.


Regardless of what side you fall upon, (or if you fall upon neither) this is an amusing piece of fun all about butts.

What? You think I can do better than that synopsis right there? No, dear reader. It’s impossible. This story is about exactly what it says it is. Rear ends, derrieres, flanks, whatever you call it. This is a manifesto warning against the sheer power of the pony butt.


But wait! What plot could there possibly be in this fic? Well, apart from just a lot of butts being butts, it’s a simple little story about a pony who is concerned that the butts of the princesses are the key to taking over the world, and his attempt to warn people of their overwhelming, hypnotic glory.


No, really. It’s about as amazing as it sounds.


"What happened back there?"
"Nothing, and if you ever ask me that again, consider yourself FIRED forever. Understand?"
That was what he said the day of the Summer Sun Celebration inspection, but a pony can't help wondering. Shining Armor has followed that particular order to the best of his ability since then, but some other ponies aren't so inclined to let the past lie.


‘A True Story’ is more or less true. It’s set in the universe where several stallions took up the elements of harmony instead of the mares we know and love and it shows off some very strong characterization for each of the stallions and even the main six get some good shots in.


This story focuses on the morning after the opening episodes and involves Big Mac, Thunderlane, Soarin, and Shining Armour discussing Blueblood’s odd experiences the day before. Shining admits to stepping out briefly while Blueblood was with Rarity as it seemed to be getting rather steamy, only to have him storm out and swear Shining to secrecy.


Shining realizes his error and heads off to try and correct his mistake while the rest try to imagine what happened. This is the main meat of the story with different characters overhearing the conversation and coming up with their own theories. These range from performance enhancing drugs to gritty film noir Casablanca remakes.


Eventually everything is cleared but it’s a very amusing ride from start to finish. If you’re a fan of AUs and goofy misunderstandings, this is one you really shouldn’t miss. Don’t let the sequel tag scare you off.

Everybody likes AUs, right? I mean, technically every single fic out there is AU, so, this shouldn’t be a problem. I liked it! In spite of it being part of an ongoing series about a stallion version of the mane six, it feels standalone and requires very little if any prior reading. Plus it has Blueblood and Shining Armor as BFFs (Best Foils Forever), and you can’t go wrong with that.


So Blueblood is Blueblood and that causes problems when he bumps into Rarity, predictably. Shining is the only living witness to the horror that went down in the Boutique. A comedy of errors ensues where everypony else tries to imagine or discover what caused the fracas, and the main thrust of the story is their frantic orbiting of Blueblood and Shining, postulating all the wild and zany things that could have gone down, until the entire town of Ponyville is on edge, desperate to know the truth.


I like stories about stallions, I like stories about Rarity and Blueblood, and I like both of these things when they’re well done. You’ll find all of them in here.


Twilight shares a secret place with Rainbow Dash on her first birthiversary since they became a couple. [TwiDash]


It’s fitting that one of the most well-known readers of our fandom should write something as moving as this. It’s pure poetry without the verses and stanzas, and I couldn’t have felt more warm and fuzzy after reading it.


Twilight and Rainbow Dash are polar opposites in many ways, which is probably why some of the great shipfics of our age are about them. Scribbler lets this dichotomy shine through beautifully in the fic, with Twilight’s earnest sincerity contrasting with Rainbow’s ‘git ‘er done’ volatility. This is not a fic about kissy-kissy faces. It is a fic about two wildly different characters coming to understand each other on a more fundamental level and deepen their relationship.


The activity chosen to reach this understanding? Well, it’s a bit of a nice surprise, and ends on a real whammer of a line that sent my cold, shriveled heart all aflutter with good feelings. I loved the spot-on descriptions, the subtlety of the characterization, and especially how it was all tied up at the end. This, my friends, is how to write a romance.

This is a gorgeous fic in and of itself. It comes to us from the silky voiced Obabscribbler who most of you already know and if you’ve ever heard her exceptional readings you know how talented she is. This story does not disappoint. It’s actually a birthday piece for mein comrade Gutiusserenade and I’ve no doubt he adored it.


The story starts with some pure dialogue, Rainbow is pestering Twilight to know where they’re going, but Twilight refuses to answer her, giving teasing responses. Dash lets us know she’s blinded somehow and that flying without sight is dangerous, and since Twilight hasn’t quite mastered flight, doubly so.


They eventually land and begin walking through a busy area. This part of the story shines, in showing off all the things Dash can hear and picture in her mind. The conversation continues to be sparkling and fun, with Twi and Dash teasing and joking back and forth. It really shows how close their relationship is perfectly.


When they finally arrive, it’s to a strange club, full of strange ponies. From the doorman who demands a password to one so covered in scarves so she’s barely visible. Dash isn’t sure what to think about entering this new world, especially with Twilight being so comfortable.


The reveal of the what the purpose of the club is is beautifully handled and the sounds they hear are exceptionally described. You really feel as though you can see the characters and feel their intensity.


The way Twilight and Dash feel about each other comes across beautifully and really shows the depth of their love for each other. This is a shipping piece, but even for non-diehards, it’s worth a second look.


“So, what do you think?” Ferret asked, wringing her tail in her fuzzy widdle paws. “Will you guys join us and take down the horrible domination of cats in the fuzz department?”


“Surrender, nonbelievers!” squeaked Red. “Surrender to our superior wisdom!”


“I mean, we are kind of lacking in the fuzziness department,” Plum said, shrugging.


“I’m not,” said Arch and Pav at the same time as they stroked their beards.


“Perhaps,” said Corejo, “if you would give us a minute alone to consider it?”


Red clapped his little squirrel hands together. “Excellent! Brothers, sisters, turn your eyes and ears! Let the heretics convene and peacefully repent! Play the song of solemn penance!”


After the Jeopardy theme ended, the circle of fuzzy squeakers turned around to see if their guests had seen the light. Instead, the tight rope bindings were empty, save for a little note in the middle.


It read, “Nuts!”


Feel free to visit our group for more information and events, and to offer some recommendations for future rounds. See you all next time!


http://www.fimfiction.net/group/1734/seattles-angels
http://www.fimfiction.net/group/1734/seattles-angels/thread/5830/fic-recommendation-thread

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Comments ( 13 )
Majin Syeekoh
Moderator

I remember liking the butt story.

4328936
I remember thinking that you wrote the butt story.

Fuzzy Association Friendship Funtime

Oh, I get it.

Majin Syeekoh
Moderator

4328946 Judging by the way the story is framed, I'm immensely honored you would have thought that I had that level of inventiveness.

This series of reviews were insane. Hence, they were also some of the best reviews in a dog-gone while.

PresentPerfect
Author Interviewer

>mfw 2000 Words Mostly About Butts

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4328946

I literally had 0 ideas and stream of consciousnessed that entire thing. At some point I went 'What if I went Welcome to Nightvale in here?' and that's where the ad came from.

Had no idea that'd be up in here, thanks guys!

4328936
I remember the butt story before it even "existed". Princess Sunny strikes again!

Grand gathering of stories this time, but while Plum remains unfuzzy, peaches surely will join your group.

When you say you only promote stories with low a views, what's the maximum amount of views you can get?

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1,000 unique views.

However, it's not an absolute rule. We are prepared to go a tad beyond that if we feel the story deserves it :twilightsmile:

Nearing that 100th mark there.

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