The piercing cry of an alarm clock filled the air. From under the covers of an adjacent bed, a hoof attached to gray leg reached out and slammed atop the offending device.
It's too early for morning.
Five minutes later the alarm rang again. This time the hoof fumbled clumsily about until finally it knocked sideways against the fiendish device, sending it tumbling to the floor below.
At the sound of the crash, the occupant of the bed bolted up right, "I'm up, I'm up!"
A moment passed as her mind settled, before the earth pony mare stretched and let out a great big yawn. She scratched a single hoof against the back of her curly dark dull-green mane as she blinked her bright green eyes. Finally, she glanced down to the floor where the alarm clock was still intact… mostly.
Getting out of bed, she picked it up and placed it back atop her worn nightstand. There was a new crack in the glass surface, though she was starting to lose count. It had already become almost impossible to read what time the pointers indicated, but it wasn't like she needed it to do anything other than blare out its cacophony every morning. That it could still do so after all the abuse her sleep addled brain put it through was a true testament. The clock was a perseverant survivor, much like its owner.
Clover Charms had not led what most would consider a fortunate life. Orphaned at a young age, she'd spent much of her youth passed from one foster family to the next, with a fair too many stints of being homeless on the streets thrown into the mix. Then there was the matter of her love life —no— she'd rather not even start down that train of thought. Proceeding as if that last stray thought had never happened, she looked around the chipped paint and peeling wallpaper of her rundown apartment; she wasn't so sure her present circumstances were all that much better than those of her past.
Still, she made do the best that she could, but with limited education, her job options weren't much to speak of. She couldn't even fall back on her special talent to pay the bills. The trio of four-leafed clovers on her flank didn't really represent any marketable skills. Like her nickname, 'Lucky', her cutie mark was more ironic than anything else.
Ponies that bothered to get to know her always asked how she got that mark if her life sucked so much. Well, she would always answer, there are two kinds of luck in this world, and so long as I'm hogging up so much of the bad there's that much more of the good to go around for everypony else. Most ponies would then give her an odd look, unable to comprehend how she could actually mean such a thing, but Clover 'Lucky' Charms had learned years ago that the only way to survive the harsh truths of the world was to laugh off her own misfortunes. The way she figured, she had two choices: grin and bear it, or be crushed beneath the weight of her own misery.
How could that not be the easiest choice in the world to make?
Her odd outlook on life often made other ponies tell her she was funny. Too bad they meant that more in the touched in the head sort of way than the comical one.
For several years now she'd been trying, unsuccessfully, to make a career for herself as a comedian. Unfortunately it seemed the type of wit that could get a sarcastic chuckle from an individual really wasn't the kind of stuff that wowed larger audiences. Truth was, most ponies preferred to believe that Equestria was an idyllic paradise where nothing could ever go wrong. Lucky couldn't fault them for wanting to hold onto that belief, no matter how wrong it actually was.
Oh well, no sense dwelling on all that, she thought to herself as she paced over to the window and threw open the curtains to bask in the morning light of the new born day, or at least she would have. Unfortunately, the skies were gray and overcast, an all too common sight in Manehattan, or at least this section of it.
"Another glorious morning view from my luxurious penthouse!" she quipped to herself. "What more could I possibly ask for in life?"
It was a silly joke born of an obvious lie, but it brought an instant smile to her face. Not a sarcastic one either, but a truly deep and genuine grin that reached all the way to the bottom of her soul and back again.
She really did have what mattered most. She might not be rich and famous, or even financially secure and appreciated by those few who she knew personally, but she was alive and so, as the old saying went, that meant she had to have hope. Not hope that things might ever get better (she was realistic in her expectations) but hope that she would wake again tomorrow, the day after, and the next after that as well. She was alive, and for as long as that lasted she would treat every day as the miracle it was.
Of course if she expected to stay alive she had to put food on the table, and to do that she had a job to get to.
She trotted into her bathroom, more of a closet really, and turned the tap to start her morning routine with a brisk refreshing shower. The water was far too cold, but at least it was clean. As the flow washed away yesterday's grime, she hummed to herself.
My name is Clover Charms; I'll sing under the spray
And wear a great big smile; through every gloomy day
It doesn't matter how; I should be sad or blue
'Cause keeping up good cheer; is what I always do
I always wear a smile, smile, smile; yes I do
It guards my heart from noon shine all the while; yes it does
'Cause all I really need's my smile, smile, smile
Even if it's all I've got
Trotting from one market stall to the next, Lucky ponders what she wants to eat, and perhaps more importantly, what her precariously light coin purse can afford.
I'd like some fresh éclairs; but day old will have ta do
With cheese dip and some relish they'll be just as tasty too
I might have little money; but I will not pout or frown
I'll tell a joke and give a laugh; then scarf my breakfast right on down
'Cause life's not a game to win, win, win; no it's not
Never let them see my fear, and don't give in
Just to live with joy's a win, win, win
When it's done we're all the same
Clover pushes a mail cart down an aisle of office cubicals. An oppressive drabness pervades the entire scene, unhindered by the multihued coats of the ponies at each desk.
It's true this job is drab and dreary; and maybe I should feel sad
But silly as it seems I can only choose instead to be glad
Some folks might call me sappy; and say my life's not worthwhile
But I just laugh them off; and give a smile
Later that evening, in a back alley pub with a sign advertising open mic night, a tomato sails through the air. It strikes the curtain behind the stage as Lucky dodges it with practiced experience.
I shouldn't be so happy; when all they do is jeer
And yet I smile, it's no denial; life's too precious to me
So no matter what I'll dream, dream, dream; yes I will
Tell me, what more should I need to live life for; such a thrill
'Cause, all I'll ever need's my dream, dream, dream
Yes, I couldn't ask for more!
Worn, but never weary, Clover canters her way down the streets of Manehattan. All that was left was to go home and to bed so she could do it all again tomorrow.
I never wear a phony smile, smile, smile; Even in the dark there's moonlight, moonlight
All I'll ever need's a smile, smile, smile; To see me through each night!
I never wear a phony smile, smile, smile; Even in the dark there's moonlight, moonlight
All I'll ever need's a smile, smile, smile; To see me through each night!
Always live my life guilt free; as I smile with every mile
And stay as happy as can be; smile, smile, smile, smile
SMILE!!
I've got to smile; I've got to—
"Hello."
Halfway up the front steps of her apartment complex, Lucky turned to face the unexpected greeting. There she saw a lavender mare, about her own age, maybe a bit younger. Despite a neatly trimmed dark blue mane, the poor dear looked like she'd been living on the streets for days, if not weeks, the ragged burlap cloak a poor protection against the chill night air.
"I'm sorry miss, but I really don't have any bits to spare." Clover hated turning away somepony in such obvious need, but her own means were meager at best. "There's a good soup kitchen and shelter just a few blocks down though."
The mare tilted her head in a look of confusion, but then glanced back as if taking in her own appearance for the first time. "What? No. I mean… I know what this must look like, but I'm no beggar. Well I do sort of need help, but not of the financial sort. If you'd just give me a moment of your time I can explain everything and—"
The mare was cut off by the sound of her own traitorous stomach as it pleaded for sustenance. She gave a sheepish grin.
Lucky knew she should just walk away, or maybe escort the starving girl to the local shelter. Instead, for reasons she couldn't quite explain, "Look, I don't have much to offer, but if you'd like you can come upstairs and I'll see what I can pull together while you explain that everything you mentioned."
The apartment was small, but the sparse furnishings made it spacious enough. Clover spooned out a second bowl from the contents of a portable stove set atop a mini-fridge, before going over to the low set table and taking a seat opposite her guest.
The unicorn, who had introduced herself as Tenebrosity Scintillation on the way up, sniffed uneasily at the bowl that had been previously placed in front of her, "I've… um… never had chocolate flavored ramen with barbecued apple slices before."
"Huh? Yeah, I guess most ponies must find it a bit odd, probably why the stuff was double discounted in the bargain bin." Tilting her own bowl back, Lucky downed nearly half the contents before setting it back down. As she looked back up at her guest, the earth mare slurped down the end of a long noodle that hung from her lips. "Personally, I can't get enough of the stuff!"
Her guest took a few hesitant sips before offering up a weak grin in an obviously false expression of appreciation.
"So then, Miss Scinti— actually that's kind of a mouth full; mind if I just call you Tenbre?" There was no wait for a response, "So anyway, Tenbre, you had a story or something you wanted to tell me?
"Well, Miss Charms, I—"
"Oh please, no need for you to be so formal if I'm not. Just call me Lucky. All my friends do, or at least they did back when I had any worth speaking of." It was true, not that she was a lonely pony; she had plenty of acquaintances and associates, just not really anypony she would call a proper friend.
The lavender mare frowned a bit, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Why?" Clover smirked. "It isn't your problem."
"Well, it's just that I've never really had any friends at all; there just never seemed to be the time."
"Sounds more like I should be the one feeling sorry for you." She didn't frown —not with her mouth at least— but Lucky seemed to hold a degree of wistful sympathy in her eyes as she questioned, "Really though, never a one?"
The unicorn returned a shy smile, "Well there was one, but well, he doesn't really count."
Lucky gave a wry snicker, "Oh…! Had yourself a very special somepony then?"
Some warm memory seemed to kindle in the back of the mare's eyes, "Yeah, he was pretty spec— Wait, no!" she blushed furiously. "It was nothing like that. I mean he was my brother. That would just be…"
"Hey, I'm not one to judge," Clover said with a sarcastic leer before pressing, "If that's what whiles your willies far be it from me to…" The poor girl's embarrassment only seemed to deepen, threatening to turn her whole coat from lavender to a vibrant crimson shade. The earth mare let out an exasperated sigh "I'm joking. Sheesh, Tenbs, learn to lighten up and live a little."
The clarification hardly seemed to help and several awkward moments passed in silence as neither mare seemed able to look at each other.
"Uh... how 'bout we just get back to what exactly brought you to my doorstep?"
The unicorn's mortified humiliation finally seemed to subside, at least enough for her to find her voice, "Oh, right. Well… um, you see, I've kind of been looking for a comedian, and well, I caught your act and…"
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"…and? Wait! Don't tell me you're a talent scout or something?" Lucky smiled broadly. Her smiles were always genuine, but she'd almost forgotten just how much better they could be when she didn't have to coax them out through sarcastic wit. Then again, it was probably too much to hope for, however… "I mean if that's true, it would be the most exciting news ever… but, Tenbre please, even I'd find it in poor taste if you were only teasing me."
"Sorry, I'm no talent scout," the unicorn answered with a frown, but then amended herself, "well, I guess I sort of am scouting for talents, but it's nothing like what you'd think."
"Oh…" Clover felt that boundless and joyful hope slowly ebb from her face as a frown slowly crept into replace it; that wouldn't do, "but you actually liked my act, right? So much so that you had to follow me home just to meet me in person." She could feel the excitement rushing back. "So what's the gig then, Tenbs? Even if it's just a birthday or a wedding, that's still more than I've ever been offered before, and…" She trailed off as she caught herself. Now she was just starting to sound way too desperate. "Yeah right, just listen to me prattle on. You're the one looking for a comedian after all."
"About that," the unicorn shifted nervously in her seat, "I don't actually think you're the pony I'm looking for. I was sort of there looking to catch one of the other acts. Seeing you perform was really just an accident, and well, I wouldn't exactly say I liked your routine."
Now Lucky could feel all that small hope from earlier truly twist and morph into something like anger. "Well then, just why is it you're bothering me then!" she fumed with a dry bluster.
The unicorn shrank under Clover's glare "Um… well, Curiosity I guess. After that first night, I came back and… well, I mean, I just don't get it; you never make anypony laugh, so I just had to know why it is you keep getting up on that stage?"
Looking into the Tenbre's eyes, Clover saw only genuine puzzlement. Whatever anger she'd been brewing quickly evaporated as she smiled and explained, "Oh, that. The short answer is that I'm probably just a glutton for punishment, with an unfortunate emphasis on the pun." Nothing. The unicorn just held a studious gaze without so much as even a groan.
Lucky sighed; she had hoped that would be enough, but her guest's penetrating stare never wavered. "Look, first off, it's not like it should even matter if anypony is laughing or not. I get up onto that stage cause it makes me happy; what else should matter other than that?"
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"And the second reason?" the unicorn pressed.
Oh, Clover had hardly realized her previous statement had ben prefaced in a way as to invite such an additional query. She really wished that Tenbre hadn't asked her that. Was there even a 'secondly', she thought to herself. Normally she wouldn't bother, but something about that look of unbridled inquisitiveness compelled her to try at least.
The earth mare scratched her chin, for once attempting to come up with a serious answer to a question that she'd hardly ever even bothered to ask herself. "Well hmph… I guess, well maybe… it's like this. When ponies hear my jokes they might not laugh out loud, but I can see the look in their eyes. They don't want to admit it, but it makes them happy to be reminded how bad their lives aren't. They really are laughing, sort of at least; just somewhere deep inside their souls, in a place they don't like to admit even exists."
Her guest squinted one eye as she raised the brow of the other, "…and, and you really believe that?"
"Yeah... I guess I really do. I mean, what would be the point if I didn't? I might not think about it much, but in a way I've always known it, ever since the day I got my cutie mark." She paused and watched as her guest leaned sideways to glance around the table at Lucky's flank.
"I used to wonder why my mark would be a symbol for good luck." She chuckled a bit. "I mean with the kind of luck I've always had a ladder, or a broken mirror, or maybe an open umbrella against the silhouette of a house would have all made more sense. It took me awhile, but then I noticed how much better my misfortunes made everypony else feel."
She saw a look of stunned, not quite horror, but something almost as uncomfortable cross Tenbre's face. Clover had to admit, waxing philosophical like this really did cast her talent poorly.
"It sounds awful, I know, but ponies can look at me and say, 'I'm glad I'm not her'. It makes them smile, even if they don't know why. That's when it hit me; my luck may be rotten, but that's because I am the lucky charm."
"Huh," the unicorn said in complete bewilderment. "I don't get it; how's that make any kind of sense?"
"Well, it's like this. Ponies pick clovers for good luck, right?"
The unicorn nodded.
"But think about it; what happens to the clover? It dies, that's what!" She slammed a hoof on the table, not out of anger or spite, but merely to emphasize the point. After that, she paused to take a deep breath. "But before it does it fills the bearer's life with joy." Lucky shook her down cast head as she strained to chuckle. "I know it might seem sad, but well, if in my own little way I can leave the rest of the world a happier and better place in the end, well, then all the little personal sufferings I have to endure will all be worth it."
A blink, then a second and a third, "Wow… You…? You're perfect!"
Clover regained a bit of her normal wit, "Perfectly insane you mean, right?" She giggled lightly before continuing, "If I had a bit for every time somepony told me that… well, actually I'd still be close to broke. Most folks prefer to just shake their heads and walk away rather than speak their mind like that."
"No I'm serious!" Tenbre insisted. "I didn't think I'd ever actually be asking you this, and well, it's probably going to be your turn to think I'm the crazy one afterwards, but... well, here goes."
I really liked this one. I think Clover's personality comes through really well (and now I'm quite curious about how she got her cutie mark). She definitely seems more... sane... than the other 3 members of the fake elements so far, which makes her a useful addition to the team. And I have to admit that I'm kind of rooting for her, even though the fake elements are pretty obviously doomed. She just seems so happy that, despite all her misfortunes, she can bring joy to others.
This was a fun one. Clover has a mentality I can definitely identify with. "Laugh, because the only other options are anger or sadness."
First and foremost I would like to thank both LDLUYAB and Mally for their usual efforts in proofing this chapter for me, with extra thanks to LDLUYAB who helped me flesh out some details that were hanging me up. I would also like to thank Fizzy Orange, Blackbelt, and GrassandClouds2 for pre-reading this chapter and providing me with additional feedback.
Anyway, sorry to have kept you all waiting so long. I could have pushed this out the door 3 or 4 days ago, but it wouldn't have been half as good, and well this chapter above either of the two I wrote before it was something I wanted to get right.
There's an old saying that authors can't ever create truly original characters, only ever aspects of themselves. Unfortunately, yes that does mean I've got more Silverstar in mean than I'd care to admit. I don't drink, but I do find other ways to punish myself for perceived failings. That wasn't what held me back here though. Rather, it's because Clover Charms is so much more so the kind of person I aspire to be, at least in terms of her attitude of taking whatever misfortunes life throws at her and laugh until it doesn't seem so bad.
She's also a full-fledged OC, so more so than any of the rest of Twilight's misfits I had to make sure to present her as a fully fleshed out character, as I couldn't just rely on generally accepted fanon to fill in whatever blanks I left in her. I hope none of you mind that I used an OC, she's the only one I promise. She also wasn't always so, actual background ponies that were considered for this role were, Shoeshine, Lucky, and Hugh Jelly, but for various reasons none of them panned out. However, the last of those just might be the act Twilight mentioned she was trying to catch.
Oh, and most of you probably noticed the profile at the end, done in a style similar to the ones RDD has in his blog for the Luna-6. While I made sure to have one ready for her because she's an OC, I do intend to put up profiles for all the rest, including going back and adding one for Silverstar. Maybe even Twilight herself as well, though I'm not sure if I should be that presumptuous.
Anyway, Ch4 will be a much shorter wait, as I was able to write it in between mulling this one over. It's with Mally for final proofing now and should be up in the next day or two.
Wow. Clover is an excellent addition to Twilight's little posse. I can actually see her embodying the Element of Laughter, but only partially of course.
You're doing a great job of bringing together a group of cracked mirror images here.
In my opinion, you should totally do profiles for everyone, including L!Twilight.
924459 No to Hugh Jelly? Heh, I can see how that could have been awkward.
So Clover is actually unlucky enough to talk herself into being un-rejected from bunch of rejects that are on a express elevator to Tartarus?
Wow. Maybe her cutie-mark should have been a boomerang with a stick of Acme dynamite strapped to it!
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I hadn't thought about it like that myself, but you're absolutely right. Not only is her life full of misfortune, but she is apparently fully capable of, even if only unintentionally, inviting more of it upon herself. Man does it suck to be Clover Charms; the fact that she can just grin and bare it is a true testament of her drive and perseverance.
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It would have to go something like this:
Twilight Sparkle: Younger sister of Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guard.
Strengths:
Prodigy: Twilight Sparkle is not only the most gifted student of magic in her generation, she's the most gifted that's appeared in a long time...and, boy, does she like to remind ponies of it. The downside of all of this is that she's somewhat dangerously ignorant of the world outside of her field and seems to not see that as a problem.
Diligent: When she sets herself a task, she will do her level best to accomplish it. Usually, this is a good thing. The problem is that somehow along the way, she never learned to ask herself if the method she is using is the right one or if the task needs doing in the first place. We also have to remember that if her plan isn't working, she doesn't have the wisdom to realize that her methods might be wrong.
Well-connected: Being the daughter of a member of the Night Court and the sister of the Captain of the Royal Guard has given her opportunities denied to ponies who have not lead lives as exalted as her own. This hasn't made her a typical Canterlot snob. What it does seem to have done however is to keep her from understanding how normal ponies live.
Weaknesses:
No Social Life/No understanding of the mundane: It would be a kindness to say that Twilight is a wallflower. Quite simply, she never learned to interact with other ponies or value the company of others. The idea of having friends is so alien to her experience, she quite simply cannot understand it. Also, since being a scholar of magic is the only thing that she values, she has a dangerous lack of awareness of how things really work.
Simplistic Thinking: Her signature character defect, the engine that fuels her failure to play with others if you will, is that she can't see the value of anything that doesn't interest her and cannot see past first impressions or through defense mechanisms. In her mind, Trixie Lulamoon isn't somepony who is both very lucky and who lies owing to a troubled past, she's a dangerous fraud who's a threat to the world. She also tends to rely on dictionary meanings because she never learned to see past the surface.
Stubborness/Obsession: This is more or less the down side of her diligence. What happens is that she gets so focused on a minor detail or attached to a self-serving misapprehension and cannot see that she's marching witlessly towards self-willed ruin. This, coupled with the fear of admitting the least mistake lest she disgrace her family name, makes her less a villain and more a tragic figure who flees from the salvation that her brother wishes to afford her.
Comparison to Mane Six and Luna Six counterpart:
The Twilight that bears the Element of Magic would regard the version of herself that haunts the Lunaverse as a cautionary example of what might have happened if she hadn't had a Celestia in her life. In her calmer moments, the Twilight we see on television clearly understands her own potential for acting against her own self interests; the Lunaverse version has never learned that lesson.
Given that she has no idea that she should have friends (because nopony ever told her to make any) and that she has little patience for the failings of others, L!Twilight clearly seems to regard Trixie as a dangerous and villainous fraud. The idea that Trixie regards her as somepony to be pitied would confuse and anger her.
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That's pretty dang good right there if I do say so myself.
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Indeed it is, thank you Candiru. I've already been working on bits of a profile over on the Lunaverse boards (post #5 or so of the Profiles! thread), but I'll definitely take some of you points under consideration should I get around to finalizing a published bio for her.
924756 I do like Clover's chipper spirit. I can kinda see it driving the rest of the merry band to drink, dark magic, and un-ponylike cussing, though.
Have you settled on a title for Team L!Twilight?
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There is the title of the story.
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Long ago, when this idea was in its nascency, RDD dubbed them the Elements of Failmony which is pretty much what I've been calling them ever since. They can also be properly addressed as the Fail-Six, or F6 for short.
This is actually kind of depressing. But in a good way. I really feel sorry for Clover Charms, but I see your point in saying that with her, Twilight has actually come really close to getting it right as her attitude is actually inspirational.
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Presume away; I'd love to have one done up for Twilight.
I really like Clover! I think Twilight managed to actually hit paydirt with this one.
Ah, Clover... I wanna hug her and slip her a bag of bits. She is gonna stick out like a sore hoof, being sane and relatively well-adjusted...
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Depressing yet inspirational, yeah that's pretty much exactly what I was going for. I really am quite glad she seems to be going over so well. Even going so far as to get people wanting to hug her, though she doesn't really need the sympathy. Despite her luck, she's got no problem feeling good about herself. That, said she is by far the character in this story that I most want to see get a happy ending, to finish better off than she started. Wish I could say with any certainty that would be the case.
Yeah, Twilight really did get it pretty darn close to right here, pity it was only by accident. I'm kinda sorry though that I went and introduced Clover so early; it's going to make the next three (or at least two of them feel like such an utter fail fest), but for various reasons this is the place she had to go in the sequence.
As for sticking out in Twilight's band of misfits, there will be some of that. Even if she's a well adjusted one though, Clover here is still something of misfit herself, at least in so far as she's a pony who has never found her niche in the world. By comparison Silverstar used to have a place for himself, and still would if only he could get over his own self-loathing (if only there was somepony that could teach him to laugh, instead of drink, his troubles away). Then there is the coming soon Ch4, at the risk of minor spoilers, that pony, while possibly the biggest misfit of them all, has no doubts about their own place in the world.
I'm hoping that once all participants have been revealed that Clover won't seem horribly out of place. Besides every group needs its straightman or such, somewhat amusing here that it will be laughter playing that role.
927019 Yeah, you got her right. She almost feels inspirationally disadvantaged as TVTropes calls it. I've come to see her talent as absorbing the bad luck of others so that they have more good luck. I don't know how close that is to what you intended, but that's the idea I have in my mind. You don't often see cutie marks which have a negative effect on the pony who earned them. Closest I can think of from a fanfic where it was done well was the chipped measuring cup from The Worst Bakers of Equestria (excellent fic by the way).
Lucky's story is so sad , I really hope she and Silverstar end up on at least truly friendly term with Twilight. Or with each other (?). I think those two need some sort of happy ending.
What a sad story this is becoming. Don't even know where this is leading yet but the broken pony after broken pony you're creating is all rather quite depressing. Hopefully they all get together and help fix each other just a bit...Otherwise this is just going to be a sad story. Still though great OC and characterization here. Anxious to see how this develops.
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You and me both. I'm starting to get a vague idea of things here, but the ultimate outcome is still a mystery even to me.
Anyway, the fic does have the SAD tag for a reason, but it's not my intention to just keep piling it on indiscriminately and without the chance of something better along the way. Right now I just happen to be focusing on what kind of desperate situations could drive a pony to actually team up with someone like Twilight in whatever nutty scheme it is she's plotting.
I would hesitate though to call Clover a truly broken pony. Certainly her life is a wreck, but she herself is in pretty good spirit in spite of having ever reason to be miserable. Even Siverstar is less broken than he tries to insist upon; he still has things that make him feel good, he just no longer wants to feel good about anything.
Of the remaining 3 after this I'd really only call 1 of them 'broken', and only indirectly so. They're all certainly messed up in someway though.
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A happy ending for Lucky and Silverstar would be nice; wish I actually had 100% control over that. Perfect as they could be for each other though, I don't think they'll actually end up together, though I certainly wouldn't mind if someone else felt like writing a non-canon shipfic/fixfic that paired the two of them up like that.
931913 Well I didn't seriously think they would be a couple, but I hope they end up as friends.
God damn... I really want a happy ending fro poor Lucky
I wonder do Twilight Mane 6 will end up with Celestia/Corona in the end ?
So she suffers so that everyone else's luck is better as good/bad luck is simply a comparison to those around you. I'm reminded of that scene from The Hogfather now.
"A poor little match girl dieing in the snow is a Hogs Watch tradition. People can go "Well we might be poorer than a disabled banana and have to eat boiled shoes, but at least we're better off than that match girl" and then they feel better about themselves."
Death proceeds to say STFU to that and restores her to life out of pity. Yes, Lucky has in my brain cannons not died yet because even Death feels sorry for her.
I see Lucky's tastes are similar to Trixie's.
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The fact that she can grin and bear it means she has unbelievable willpower, she'd make a good Green Lantern as so far she seems to be an Iron Woobie, nothing goes right for her, yet she grins and bears it, hoping one day her luck will change, maybe she should become a Blue Lantern as well, that would definitely put Clover into high spirits.
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Green Lantern yes, but probably not Blue. She doesn't really have any hope nor belief that her luck could ever change. Even though she always tries to make the most out of her misfortunes, she's pretty much long since resigned herself to living out a life of obscure mediocrity.
a lot to love about these three chapters, the ocs are well thought out and the characterizations are spot on. I loved how Twilight is looking more superfically than on the insides of each elements
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I tried to make sure each character had their own personality and motivation in their own uniquely broken way, which probably worked out better with some rather than others, but I'm still always glad to see when a reader enjoys them.
I also always appreciate a comment, even all these months later. So thanks very much for helping to brighten my day.
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