Season 4! · 5:25am
Hey, everypony! Did you enjoy the new episodes of Season 4? I know I did. Here's hoping the next 24 are just as good, eh?
Good news! That episode didn't really negate any of my fanon. (I'm going to have to juggle the creation of the Everfree Forest a little, but that shouldn't be an issue. Oh, and a story I haven't written will need some rewrites. Turns out the Didema didn't make the Elements of Harmony after all!)
Better news! New story coming up as I write. Mother and Child. Tell your friends.
Other... goodish news? I've been writing these review thingies to celebrate Season 4 coming up. So... that's why I didn't get Mother and Child up before the season premiere. If you'd like to check 'em out, they're all here. Here's a snippet of my "Boast Busters" review:
Trixie says, “I just made the whole story up to make me look better.” But in pony society, you don't have to make things up to look good. You are perfect just the way you are! (I suppose we could also mention that Trixie is talking in first-person here. It's indicative of the fact that her façade has fallen, that she is Great and Powerful no longer.)
Oh, one last thing. You know when you do something really awesome, but you can't tell anyone because you have to wait? You know, kind of like buying a really cool Christmas present, but you can't tell them about it? Well... screw it. I want to show you this clip. It'll be later in Mother and Child, but I want you guys to read it, so... here you go. It'll help you get into the mindset of why Pinkie Pie and her mother are at odds with each other.
I have four daughters. Many days, I tell the people I meet that I only have three. But every time I lie, I am ashamed. The fourth, the one I pretend does not exist, is the one who has saved Equestria many times over. She and her friends are the greatest ponies of our time. Even if she weren't, she is still happy where she lives, successful and surrounded by love. So why do I reject her?
Because she is not like me. Because I, in my foolish pride, believe that there is only one way to be happy, and it must be mine. And my daughter, my darling Pinkamena, rejects me because I force her to be someone she's not whenever she returns from her self-imposed exile. What would convince her to return? If I called her “Pinkie” as she goes by with her friends, would she respect me? Must I abandon my faith and my demeanor, become somepony I'm not? Or are Pinkamena and I destined to be separated for the rest of our lives? I pray that someday we may find the path where we may be family again. I do not know what it is, and Pinkie cannot tell me.
~from the diary of Cloudy Quartz