Of death, there are two things that I believe: that it first comes in the form of a memory, and second that it comes wearing the face of a friend. As for when it comes, I can not say for sure, but I would like to think that when it comes, it parts a sea of angels as they crash and scream around it, to lead us to whatever lies beyond. Whatever that may be.
A Quills and Sofas Contest Entry for Seer's Colorful Characters Contest: Fluttershy. Originally conceived and written in the span of an hour and edited later. Written with input from Vis-a-Viscera, Flashgen, Snow Quill, Seer, SamG, TheLegendaryBillCipher, and Wish, with further suggestions from HapHazred.
Masked ponies in the background were done by HapHazred and a bottle of whiskey. Thanks Hap!
Dedicated to themoontonite: congratulations on 100 followers and here's to a hundred more!
I'm crying and I don't know why. This was beautiful in a way that I cannot quite put to words. Another fantastic piece!
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Thank you Silent ^^
I am so confused.
Very well done!
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that probably means I'm doing my job right!
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Thank you glad you liked it ^^
Death always meets us, but whether it comes as a friend, or our enemy, we shall never be ready for it until the very end.
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Indeed. Glad you liked it ^^
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Is that what you were trying to do?
Beautiful story.
I don't have words to describe how deeply moved I am right now
Thank you for this story.
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Really glad to hear that! Thanks for reading! ^^
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The story is inherently confusing, so maybe.
This was heartbreaking in a way that I'm ill equipped to described. But! I must try, mustn't I? I think the most spectacular facet of this story is the way the prose fits the emotion of each scene perfectly. It's dreamlike and eerie until it needs to read as threatening and otherworldly before slipping into this cold oblivion, this dark acceptance of fate that just oozes out of every line. There's a certain warmth that doesn't hit until the very end that just absolutely seals the deal for me. It's a powerful interpretation of what it means to walk in the place where death is not just a concept but a force, a space that you occupy and move through. Absolutely astounding. Thank you so much for this.
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Thank you for writing stuff dawn! Pls write more, it's very good. Glad you liked it and stay awesome! ^^
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Oh ok
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Like uh what specifically did you not get, I can try to explain
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Everything
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So the plot is basically this: Rarity is dying and Luna arrives to carry out her duty of escorting her soul to the afterlife. However, Luna wants to do this is an easy of a way as possible because of who Rarity was to her. So she comes in the form of a memory, a masquerade ball. She brings with her the soul of Fluttershy to help guide Rarity. As Fluttershy maneuvers through Rarity's memory she encounters a series of angels, reminiscent of the rest of the main six. The angels are angry and bitter towards her because she is there to take Rarity's life.
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Was fluttershy wearing a mask? Also, you mean to tell me that those were rarity’s memories? And, the angels are similar to the mane six?
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No i'm lying to you. Kidding.
At the end of the story Fluttershy puts on a mask to carry out her task.
The implication was that this was a memory of a dream.
The eye colors and types of the angels were meant to reflect that of the main six.
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Wait, but how did she know it was fluttershy?
So, rarity had this dream?
How do they reflect the main six?
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All of those are up to audience interpretation. I think you might be trying to read a little too much into this lol. The idea of this kind of fic was to let the audience draw their own interpretations regardless of what I intended.
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Oh ok
A gaggle of individual letters, insignificant in their standalone chants, have come together to create a beautiful orchestra of words. Their sounds crash onto the readers' minds like the most ferocious of waves, softly soaking them in a glowing warmth that pulsate throughout the heads of the crowd.
I give this a standing applause, Red. Beautifully written, with the surreal atmosphere of the setting of the story described as vividly as it could be. This was an ornate dance of words, Red, one that only you can orchestrate. Once again, good job, and thanks for bringing us this story!
Sometimes, Kindness isn't a simple feat, but a life complete.
Red, this story read to me as an inky ball made up of tendril-like strings that dripped ichor. Like reading a passage from the beyond. It's hard to wrap my head around it, just as trying to understand that ball of ichor, but with the last paragraph, you pulled one of them, and it all unraveled. A story I couldn't quite get until that, and now that I do understand, I can say I loved it.
The pacing of this was rather nice, and the prose doubly so. The feeling that a set of eyes is watching you is not a welcome one for me, or Fluttershy for that matter. But the feeling of every set of eyes glaring at you, and screaming at volumes near-deafening, in pitches near-unrecognizable is nothing short of petrifying. The thought that every pair of those eyes hating you with every fiber of being possible, thinking that you are death, believing you are the destroyer of worlds, well, I couldn't see myself keeping sane. I'm sure that everything in this piece was placed there with a specific intention, and a symbolic meaning, but I am not one smart enough to place with any sort of conviction any of them. Only what is literally in front of me, and to that end, I loved every word and savored the bitter, dark, brooding story as I would a crumb of spent ambrosia that fell from the gods' sky.
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Thanks Ruby! I think a lot of the extra elements did get away from me and I chose to just let them be ambiguous to help out with the story. Glad you liked it!
By the way, you should read my Derpy x Octavia story ;)
This was intense and moving, but also a little confusing. Are the angels blaming Fluttershy for being Rarity's psychopomp? If that's her job, then, that's her job. The angels might as well blame tears for being wet. It's what they do.