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  • Saturday
    SA Reviews: Round 146

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

    It was a call to action. It was a call for adventure. It was a call to right the wrongs of all those that had come before and secure the future for all that would come after.

    These were not the calls Intern wanted to take while cramming in reviews the day before a deadline. Slamming the phone down for what felt like the hundredth time, Intern continued to furiously type away. Seriously, what type of hyper-techno, sudo-magical organization still used rotary phones anyway?

    At least he wasn’t suffering alone.

    “How much time do we have left?” Chris asked, himself typing at a dizzying pace.

    “Not much, and all these robo-calls are stealing what’s left,” Intern replied. “I knew it was a bad idea when Matthew said he had signed us up for that Hero’s Weekly newsletter. We’re Angels, not the Avengers.”

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  • 5 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 144

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

    “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

    “Last I heard, you don’t get paid at all.”

    “My point exactly.”

    Cynewulf huffed and reached a little higher. Her high heels perched precariously on Intern’s shoulders, the Seattle’s Angle strained to unscrew a bolt from a metal panel. Intern clenched his teeth, threatening to wear down his molars. A small silver screw dropped past his face.

    “Got one. Three to go.”

    Intern bit back a curse. “Speaking of things that come in fours, did you get your reviews in yet?”

    “Ugh, not now. I need to concentrate.” Another bolt came loose and fell.

    “Why didn’t you just get a ladder? Why use me?”

    Even though he couldn’t see it, Intern could feel the smirk as Cynewulf said, “As if you don’t already know.” A third screw came tumbling down.

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  • 7 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 143

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

    The Endless Labyrinths of the SA Compound are host to a lot of strange things. Monsters, ghosts, office cubicles that go on for a mile, strip malls. And of course, the omnipresent Reviews, which must be places in the Questing Box which appears randomly to haunt you like that skull from Diaries of Spaceport Janitor. It also sometimes goes NYEH in your face like that skull.

    NYEH said the Box.

    “Um.” Heartshine nervously fussed with her mane. “Um, uh. Shouldn’t we, ah, do the thing? You know? The reviewing? The thing with the words?”

    Inside of the changing booth, Cynewulf was incredibly busy. A skirt went flying like a beleagured parachute over the top of the door and fell like an awkwardly shaped leaf down in front of poor Heartshine.

    “BUSY!” Cynewulf yelled, not really needing to yell but deciding to.

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  • 9 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 142

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

    Heartshine stared at the doorknob that sat on the door labelled ‘custodian’. Cyne had asked for her help in decorating the facility for Hearth’s Warming, and, in her enthusiasm to pitch in, Heartshine had forgotten one minor detail about the facility that occasionally made it difficult to get around the vast complex.

    Doorknobs were not made for pony hooves. Or mouths, for that matter.

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  • 11 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 141

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

    Matthew would have jumped at his door slamming open, but big bangs were practically an hourly occurrence at the SA compound. He looked up to find PaulAsaran in his door. The man’s eye was twitching and his sweating was not what someone might call pleasant. He’d only ever seen Paul like this when they were late, which they clearly were not.

    Matthew ventured to ask, “Is there a problem?”

    “I’m reading a bunch of big stories all at once.” Paul’s twitching was starting to alternate from eye to eye. “I haven’t written a review in over a week. Please tell me the next SA blog has an opening.”

    Matthew smiled in relief and raised a collection of papers. “Why, yes! I have the stories right—” Paul snatched the papers from his hand, sat down on the floor, and began pouring over the material. Literally. “—here?”

    ROUND 141

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  • 14 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 140

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

    PaulAsaran sat in his office, Intern seated across from him. A stack of completed review papers lay between them on Paul’s desk. The two stared at the pile as though expecting it to get up and walk on its own at any moment.

    Given the things the two had already experienced working for the Angels, that possibility wasn’t being ruled out.

    “So… we going to just sit here and wait until it’s time to hand these in?”

    Paul flicked his gaze briefly from the reviews to Intern, then right back again. “If that’s what it takes.”

    Groaning and pinching his nose, Intern said, “You know, we could be doing anything else. Hang gliding, playing games, getting outside, explore the terminal. Not all review posts are eventful.”

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  • 15 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 139

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

    Cyne swallowed nervously as the nurse talked on.

    She hated needles, but it was just one of the many hoops one jumped through in staying healthy. Besides, the place felt so calm, and finding a clinic in the non-euclidian sacred geometry of the vast SA compound had been so difficult and taken so long--


    How had she found this place? Where was this? When did she arrive?

    Before any questions or further insight into the baffling nature of the endless labyrinths the Seattle’s Angel’s inhabit could be answered, Chris burst through the wall.

    “Come with me if you want to live!” he bellowed at a sputtering Cyne.

    “Wait, what?”

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  • 18 weeks
    SA Reviews Round 138

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

    “Here’s the cafeteria, there’s the offices, down there’s the jet propulsion lab—”


    Intern jerked from the sudden squeak coming from the light green pegasus pony standing next to him. “Yeah?”

    “Why do you have a jet propulsion lab?”

    Intern stared at the newest member of the Angels, Heartshine, as though unable to process the question. “Why wouldn’t we have a jet propulsion lab?”

    Heartshine giggled. “Good point. Carry on!”

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  • 20 weeks
    Seattle's Angels Round 137

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

    “Um… watcha doing?” asked Matthew. “And why am I tied to a chair?”

    Archonix looked at him and smiled. “Don’t you get it? It’s a conspiracy! All of it!”

    “Uhh… ok. Mind explaining?”

    “You don’t believe me do you?” Arch screamed at the ceiling. “They’ve already gotten to you! It’s too late, I’m the only one left.”

    “Yeah, ok…” Matthew looked around the room. “Mind having a breakdown later? We gotta get some reviews done…”

    ROUND 137

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  • 22 weeks
    Seattle's Angels Round 136

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

    Matthew poked his head into Cynewulf’s room. “Hey, you guys done yet? You and Corejo are late.”

    “Yeah, we know,” Cynewulf said over her shoulder. She and Corejo sat hunched over some metal contraption beside Cyne’s couch. Whatever it was, there was a “DANGER: FLAMMABLE” sign on it, and a pair of tubes ran to what looked like giant vacuum cleaners on their backs.

    “Wwwwhat are you guys doing?” Matt took a tentative step back.

    Cynewulf and Corejo gave him big grins and snapped down welding visors in unison.

    “Science!” they said.

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Story Reviews » SA Reviews: Round 145 · 6:46pm February 4th

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

“Hey Cor,” Matthew began, “what would happen if we didn’t have an intro?”

Corejo thought for a moment. “I have no idea,” he said.

“Should we… should we try it?”

“Eh, why the hell not?” Corejo laughed.


Princess Luna has been freed from the influence of the Nightmare thanks to the Elements of Harmony, and she is now on her way to reintegrate with the society. However, when she realizes the weight of crimes she has committed as Nightmare Moon, she decides to create an equally nightmarish servant to ensure she will not fail her subjects ever again.

A Tantabus origin story? Yes please!

Luna fics are best fics. Plain and simple. Add the Tantabus to the mix, and you've got yourself an S-class honeypot.

All that the Tantabus episode gives us is that Luna created the Tantabus to remind herself of the horrors she had committed as Nightmare Moon, so that she'd never fall victim to the anger/jealousy she felt again. That's a monstrously vague statement ripe for any writer to come a-picking.

Prane takes an interesting in medias res stab at it and hits a solid mark right between the eyes, with a nice edge of archaic otherness in Luna's voice to keep things grounded. It gets a little high-minded toward the end for my taste (mind you, I have very strong headcanon in regards to the Tantabus and Luna in general), but this is a cool take on a Tantabus origin story.

Tantabus stories are not anything new to Fimfiction, but Prane’s take on it is certainly refreshing. Primarily because this story is about the creation of the Tantabus. The teaching of how to play with fears to torment another.

Prane took what was a parasitic, mindlessly evil idea and gave it life, gave it an intelligence worthy of its creator. It’s a little bit horrifying. But it’s horrifyingly good.

Twilight won't settle for anything less than a perfect gift for her girlfriend.
They have very different ideas about what that entails.

A Sunlight fic? Sure, why not! It's not like I have a bias toward this ship (damn you, Novel.)

This delightful word-ball of fluff is brought to you by DrakeyC, who some of you might know for his piece Driver's Side from the Sunset Shipping contest last year. (Consider this a small bonus fic rec that you should all totally go check out.) It's not as heavy as our other entries this week, but that doesn't discount what it's got going for it.

Picking out a nice gift for someone special tends to be a difficult task. We've all been there. (The new holiday special is a great example of this, am I right?) It's only natural to accidentally blow things out of proportion, and the results can range anywhere from benign to catastrophic to downright embarrassing.

So maybe you need some catharsis after a particularly bad spree of gift shopping, or just want some of that good old Sunlight ship, give this a look-see. I can't say it was on the same level as Driver's Side, but fluffy is as fluffy does, and I'm sure you'll get a few warm fuzzies out of this one.

A very simple piece, but one I enjoyed nonetheless. Personally, I struggle a lot with gifts. I’m terrible at knowing what to give, even worse at showing excitement when I receive one. I also completely understand that simple feeling of wanting your significant other to be happy. So you know what? I totally feel for Twi.

Although I haven’t spent as much as she did on someone...

Fizzlepop Berrytwist was a little girl, and Twilight Sparkle's best friend. Her death left Twilight traumatized.
Fizzlepop Berrytwist was a little foal, with a bright future ahead of her. Her trauma gave birth to Tempest Shadow.
When someone is gone, it's the duty of the ones left behind to remember them, and to avenge them

Fizzlepop used to be Human!Twilight’s childhood bestie until she died in a tragic accident, and Tempest travels to the human world on an errand for Princess Twilight? This can only end in good things. And by good things, I usually mean bad. But in this case, it's actually good things.

What makes this story special is its presentation. Sure, flashbacks aren't anything new, but they're done right, and in lieu of the story's progression, makes for strong, concise storytelling.

It tends to get a little over the top goofy at points, which felt incongruent with the tone of the set-up, especially when it was Tempest being the silly one (except for the gunshop scene. That was proper, all-around gold). It became a sort of half silly, half serious story that favored jumping between the two rather than blending them together. Nonetheless, each individual part is valid and well-executed and never pulled me out of the story.

Fans of MagnetBolt's style will like this one, if they haven't already pounced on it. To those who might be on the fence, if you like quick, throw-away humor, this is definitely up your alley.

Friendship teaches forgiveness, to move past your anger and become a better person for it. But there’s something just so damn satisfying about revenge. So it comes as no surprise that a lot of stories use this to their advantage. Although I can say I haven’t ever seen an author use vengeance quite like this…

Because, honestly, this is a story of subversions and comedy. And it’s glorious. No, like, seriously. This had me constantly checking myself and chuckling as I sat back and just… enjoyed the ride. Because this story is worth that enjoyment. Also, Tempest = best friendship councilor.

When the Queen of the Changelings refuses to stick her neck out for a dying soldier, Moulder’s passionate love drives her beyond convention to seek a deal with the dreaded Sorceress, who seems more interested in a fairy tale from long ago.

I don't often read Changeling fics. I need to fix that.

So here we've got an interesting one. I didn't know what to make of it at first—I had actually wrongly mistaken the Changeling Queen as Chrysalis at first, which made for some rightful confusion—but once I got my bearings, this made for a nice treat. We here at Seattle's Angels love ourselves some good worldbuilding, and in that vein, this fic offered us a sneak peak at the dog-eat-dog nature of Changeling culture.

Aren't Changelings supposed to be mindless drones likened to punching bags and cannon fodder? There have been numerous stories that delve into the “Changelings are people too” idea, but I particularly like this story’s spin on it.

Told from the perspective of the current changeling queen, we follow the story of a changeling combat medic who seeks the aid of an evil Draconequus sorceress, to heal her brother-in-arms from a wound she can't cure herself. The narrative is steeped in the bias of the Queen's harsh and exacting rule, which I think adds that necessary spin any good culture exploration fic needs.

Did I mention there's an evil Draconequus sorceress who delights in the plights of mortals, just like our good friend Discord? Because there's an evil Draconequus sorceress who delights in the plights of mortals. That's good stuff.

This story can get a little hard to parse at points, but it definitely scores points in originality and intrigue. There's no small amount of “what's gonna happen next?” in this one.

I am a complete and utter sucker for Changeling culture worldbuilding, and by golly does this one satisfy that need. My only gripe? I couldn’t stay in this world long enough.

A story about the downfall of the Changeling Queen as a combat medic seeks the aid of a forbidden sorceress to heal an unhealable wound, she struggles to maintain the image the hive needs, and believes, her to be. Because if she doesn’t? The hive’s laws are clear, a new Queen will kill her and take over... just as she did once.

The rituals in this story are of particular interest to me, referencing the mysterious Catacombs and the runes they contain a number of times. The summoning of the sorceress requiring needlessly symbolic rituals and sacrifices. And the ceremony to pacify the being that will destroy Changeling life if not sated. All of these contain the perfect amount of explanation and mystery.

Deep within the bowels of the compound, at the top of the highest tower, and slightly phased out of this reality, was the Seattle’s Angels Penitentiary Center.

Matthew looked at Corejo. “So, that’s what happens when you have no intro. Good to know.”

Corejo glared at him for a minute. “I hate you.”

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Comments ( 9 )


...no intro?

*adjusts glasses, stares at penitentiary center*

Has the new pony recruit made the ferret go soft?

Good gentles, I find myself most pleased by the laconic nature of the morality play presented herein. Within a mere sub-centennial elements of locution, the delinquent rapscallions perpetrating a crime most heinous are proven pliable to the absolutive effect of prolonged incarceration. I proffer hearty applause, along with a request for further tales of moral clarity to offer sorely needed sage instruction to the turbid youth of today.

Cor pulled a few strings to keep us out of the torture chamber... Angels that go in there, never come out shudder
Good grief, horizon

Aha! I wondered why Diminished was suddenly getting so much attention. What a treat indeed.

Yeah, this was an oldie written for a worldbuilding contest back in 2013, when I wasn't quite as experienced as I was later on. That goes someway towards explaining its rough presentation. I'd also originally intended to expand upon the story, tying up one or two loose ends and developing more of the world's details.

Unfortunately, between the word limit (which I'd already surpassed) and my delays in getting back to it, I never fully recaptured the old passion. So I just wrapped it up there and then. It later tried its luck at Equestria Daily, for no greater reason than to see if it could pass.

I'd almost clean forgotten about it. Finding it here brings back some nostalgic memories. Wonderful to know you two enjoyed the reading, Corejo and Matthewl419, and thank you very much for making my day! :twilightsmile:

Fizzlepop Berrytwist was a little girl, and Twilight Sparkle's best friend. Her death left Twilight traumatized.
Fizzlepop Berrytwist was a little foal, with a bright future ahead of her. Her trauma gave birth to Tempest Shadow.

There was a SunLight fic with this premise, except it was Sunset instead of Fizzlepop.

Thank you for the feature and your words of praise!

If I remember correctly, I did not like Do Princesses Dream of Magic Sheep when it first aired, so this story must have been born with a “I must fix that!” mindset - not the most noble approach, and could have easily gone wrong, like turning into one writer’s rant. But when you’re writing a Princess Luna story, you take after her character. Instead of ranting angrily, you keep your suffering to yourself, typing words one by one while trying to make the world a better place (in my case, giving a greater sense to the episode I disliked).

I guess the episode was my personal Tantabus: a source of great “pain” which eventually allowed me to come up with something good. Per aspera, ad astra.

Once again thank you guys for reading and reviewing my story! :raritywink:

Yeah. It's right there in the synopsis.

That would explain that then.

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