Wanderer D 4,818 followers · 49 stories

Feel like buying me a drink? Try my Ko-fi account! Feel like helping out with rent? Check out my Patreon!

News Archive

  • 4 weeks
    Everfree Northwest & MythrilMoth [Royal Canterlot Library]

    The RCL is taking a break today, as we often do on the weekend of a major pony con, and Everfree Northwest is in full swing in Seattle, WA! If you happen to be in the area, please report any sightings of FanOfMostEverything, who managed to escape the RCL reading dungeon room long enough to experience the beauty of the Pacific Northwest. We'd really like to get him back.

    Read More

    27 comments · 2,651 views
  • 6 weeks
    SA: Round 150!

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

    Intern rushed through the main work area of the Seattle’s Angels compound, coming to an abrupt stop next to Heartshine.

    “What’s up—AAAHHH!” was all the small pegasus got out before Intern picked her up and dashed back out of the room.

    “No time to talk!” Intern said as he raced through the halls with Heartshine slung under his arm. “We have reviews to do!”

    “What’s the rush?” she asked with a frown. Despite her generally pleasant demeanor, getting carted around without warning ranked around a five on her bottom ten list.

    Intern finally came to a stop, paused to catch his breath, then addressed the question. “It’s our sesquicentennial post.”

    Heartshine’s eyes lit up, giving a happy clop of her hooves. “Ooohhh, really?! We’re turning one-hundred and fifty already?”

    Read More

    2 comments · 1,384 views
  • 8 weeks
    SA: Round 149

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

    Matthew was waltzing through hallway A-27-84-B, music blaring through his headphones, when he came across a very unfamiliar door. Unfamiliar doors are not that odd of an occurrence in the Seattle’s Angels compound, unless you’ve waltzed through this particular hallway as often as Matthew had.

    So Matthew did the logical thing and opened the door. Only to stumble into thin air and fall three stories onto a purple mat.

    “Oh, hey Matthew,” Cynewulf said, turning her high-backed swivel chair around. “I see you finally found our new research center.” Cynewulf ninja-star threw four files at him. “Now about those reviews that were due last week...”

    ROUND 149

    Read More

    4 comments · 1,306 views
  • 11 weeks
    SA: Round 148

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

    The Intern dove behind an overturned desk, just in time to hear the tell-tale SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT as his newest creation, Memebot #44, fired its Gak-ling cannon across the lab.

    “I just don’t know what went wrong!” he whined. “I could have sworn I debugged all of the coding that made Memebot #43 turn evil and attempt to turn all of humanity into paperclips!”

    “Maybe we added too much tomato soup? I heard a theory that canned soup sometimes holds magical properties?” Heartshine asked, trying in vain to get the sticky purple substance out of her coat. “And why did you arm it if all of the other creations became evil?”

    The intern waved a hand before pressing the big red button on the bottom of the overturned desk labelled ‘in case of emergency.’

    Read More

    8 comments · 1,463 views
  • 12 weeks
    SA Round: 147

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

    The Intern wandered the endless mazes alone.

    It is Right that Interns brave the darkness of the maze alone, if you think about it, for is not the intern but a redshirt, writ large and brave? Is the Intern not a kind of mythic creature, which cannot be stopped, which endures weather, unpaid labor, coffee runs, and endless work and comes out on the other side technically alive?

    Yes, all of that, but it didn’t really matter because he hadn’t seen coffee in weeks, there wasn’t any work, and also the Reviews were Due.

    The reviews were a kind of mystery, really. Where did they go? Where did they come from? Who wrote the stories that they read and who supplied the typewriters that they wrote upon? Intern does not know, and he does not ask. The asking is done by the narrator, narrating his--

    “Are you done yet?” he asked.

    Read More

    9 comments · 1,665 views
  • 17 weeks
    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.”

    Read More

    4 comments · 2,126 views
  • 18 weeks
    SA Reviews: Round 145

    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.

    ROUND 145

    Read More

    9 comments · 1,970 views
  • 21 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.

    Read More

    4 comments · 2,134 views
  • 24 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.

    Read More

    11 comments · 1,794 views
  • 26 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.

    Read More

    10 comments · 1,728 views

Story Reviews » SA: Round 151! · 8:40pm 6 days ago

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

"For the last time," Corejo said, throwing his hands up in the air. "The car pulled out in front of me, I swear!"

He and Chris (yes, THAT Chris) wandered through a used car dealership on a cloudy afternoon. They passed one of those wacky waving inflatable tube men things doing its wacky waviest between them and the nearby highway.

"It was parked," Chris said. He had his glasses off and was rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It had its hazards on!"

"That doesn't change the fact it jumped out in front of me!"

"Except it does," Chris mumbled under his breath.

He decided against saying that loud enough for Corejo to hear. He didn't need that argument. The migraine behind his eyes was already bad enough just knowing how badly they'd get chewed out once they got back to base.

The car salesman that had been showing them around, a portly, balding man whose button down looked one size too tight, stopped in front of an old, beat-up sedan. He slapped the roof of the car.

"This bad boy can fit so many Seattle's Angels in it," he said.

"We'll take it!" Corejo said.

"No, we won't," Chris cut in. He let out a loud sigh. "Can you please show us something in our price range? I told you we can't afford these, and we need to get back to base. We're already late enough as it is with our reviews."

The car salesman pointed a can-do finger at Chris and gave him a winning grin that only a used car salesman could give. "I know just the thing. Come on over this way."


There is no such thing as a gut feeling, not really. If you suddenly start to feel afraid for no apparent reason, it's very unlikely to be anything serious. But it doesn't make it feel any better does it?

Twilight is up burning the midnight oil again, when suddenly every sense she has tells her that something is terribly wrong. There can't be anything really wrong though, not in reality.
Can there?

So as any writer will tell you, horror is hard to write, atmospheric horror much more so. One wrong move, and the whole story collapses on itself.  Thankfully, The Seer got that memo and planned accordingly.

There’s no such thing as a gut feeling.  Not really.

I love this assertion.  I don’t necessarily agree with it—I do believe in gut feelings, cause that’s instinct talking—but I love that The Seer steps up to the plate, gives a home run swing, and delivers with a ball straight over the back fence and through the window of the neighbor nobody likes.

The entire story delivers on that one assertion.  From the buildup to the climax, everything feeds into the impossibility of gut feelings and digs deep into Twilight’s mindset on the goings-on of the story, with all the rationalization you’d expect out of Purple Smart.  It’s like reading a goddamn thesis on how to do scary right. That said, it got a bit long-winded in parts, but it wasn’t enough to pull me out of the moment.

The problem with being the second Angel to add your reviews to a post is that sometimes Corejo SOMEONE perfectly summarizes the appeal of the the fic in question, and you’re left with precious little to say except, “He’s right, you know.”  

This is a story about how Twilight thinks, and how she confronts that which lies outside her worldview.  We’ve seen this already in canon in one context—Feeling Pinkie Keen, anyone?—but here, the author transports that same style of thinking into a beautifully rendered horror story.  Twilight’s characterization is entirely on point, and that gives us readers a chance to really empathize with her… and in so doing, to take in her terror.

And this is a terrifying story.  The Seer wrings import out of the the smallest details and most inconsequential-sounding observations.  The creak of a window, the sighing of the house as it settles, a rustle of wind. They’re all perfectly innocent… right up until they’re not.  And the language takes a deep dive into Twilight’s psyche as it explores how all these tiny little nothings feed into a feeling that she can find no logical explanation for, even as those “nothings” become more and more frequent, and significant, and unignorable.  The tension continues to ramp and ramp, which is a doubly impressive feat when the story starts out from such a place of tension to begin with. In all, this is the kind of tale that leaves your heart beating just a little faster than it was when you sat down to start reading, and that—if you’re very unlucky—you just might find yourself remembering when you try to go to sleep tonight.

But don’t worry.  After all, there’s no such thing as a gut feeling.  

Sixteen-year-old Limestone Pie is chafing from a lack of good female support—in all senses of the term. But when a bra-hunt at the local mall reveals an otherworldly force that's hell-bent for leather (or cotton) about leaving her hanging, Limestone has no choice but to trust her mom for help—even though Cloudy Quartz wouldn't know a good bra if it hit her in the face.

You want to read a funny story?  Good, cause we got one for you.

If it wasn't immediately obvious from the title, Bra Quest! is about Limestone Pie and her mother, Cloudy Quartz, heading off to the mall to get Limestone a new bra, and all the shenanigans you'd expect that to entail.  This one’s bursting at the seams and spilling over with lacey-racey quips that sure got a giggle out of the five year old in me. The other Pie Sisters all have their moments in the spotlight, providing pitch-perfect one-liners, and Cloudy provides the foil Limestone needs to drive this story forward.

Thankfully this isn’t a one-off joke fic.  There’s a bit more to be had that should appease those of you looking for more than just a giggle.  Don’t dig too deep for it, though. This story definitely knows what it’s about, and it aims to keep its focus on that.  Which, honestly, isn’t a bad thing at all.

Again, inappropriate bra humor is the name of the game here, so if that's your thing, then strap in, cause this one will have you hooked.

This story belongs to a category I would describe as “dumb humor.”  I don’t mean that in a pejorative way at all; it’s not the story that’s dumb.  But rather, the humor here is all predicated on the characters acting kinda, well, dumb.  Responding totally inappropriately to fairly banal problems. Creating shenanigans. And making so.  Many. Bra puns.

And it’s all perfectly hilarious!  

One thing I really appreciated about this story was that it also managed to be surprisingly (surprisingly to me, at least) lacking in crudity.  When you see that a story is mostly based on brassier humor, you might expect things to get sexual, or gross, or both. But here, the story remains essentially lighthearted and goofy throughout, never losing and pleasantly wacky tone.  All in all, it’s good silly fun, from A to DD.

Trust is important. Trust in our friends, trust in our community, but most of all trust in what we experience is actually true. When the line between what's real and what isn't blurs, Rainbow Dash asserts her autonomy against a sinister foe. Or perhaps it all is just a bad dream?

And here we have a bit of an eerie one for you. This story comes from the Twilight Zone Write-off prompt a little while back.

I gotta say, this story really fits that prompt. There's a strong sense that something's off all throughout, a sensation that Rainbow Dash finds herself questioning every moment.

What's dream and what isn't?  That question pervades this story, and the twist is just subtle enough to keep you unsure if you guessed right until the end. It's interesting to see how it plays out in relation to the story actually going on here, and seeing how it's used against Rainbow Dash is rather fun to think about in hindsight.

If a little dose of fridge horror is something you're looking for to spice up your digital bookshelf, then pop this one open and enjoy.

I’ll be honest: when I began reading this story, little knowing what I was in for, the first two chapters of this didn't stick out to me.  Oh, they're a well-executed example of "trapped in a dream," but there're a lot of stories with that premise out there.  But the third and final chapter found a way to utilize that setup that I found really effective, preying on Dash's insecurities and attempting to turn her greatest strengths into weaknesses in a manner which suggests great attention to character.  That final chapter tells us so much about who Dash is, and what makes her tick—all without ever explicitly spelling those things out!—which left me terribly impressed.

In the first two chapters, a pre-reformation Starlight Glimmer tries to overtly attack Dash's sense of self-worth in order to get her to accept "equality,” creating dream-situations which encourage Dash to buy into her whole ethos. But when she sees that doesn't work… well, then we get the third chapter, which invites us to ponder just what is a dream, and what was reality.  Specifically, the way the events of the last chapter leverage Dash's strengths as displayed in the first two chapters against her—in effect, those first two chapters lay out the roadmap by which Dash can be convinced to accept that doing her best is a bad thing.

This is a story about trying to convince someone that success is failure.  Is it convincing? Is it even real? One thing’s for sure: after you finish reading, you’ll be left with plenty to think about.

Before recorded history, there was the Age of Chaos, when Discord ruled the world.

And in this age, there were two sisters.

The elder, a unicorn, possessed unprecedented refined senses and magical might. The younger sister was a pegasus, with insight beyond her years and the strange gift of walking through shadow and dream.

One day, they would be alicorns. Ponies and other intelligent beings would debate over whether they were goddesses.

But first, before anything else, they were children.

This is their story.

A Celestia and Luna origin story? Sign me up.

Origin stories will always have a soft spot in my heart. I don't know why. Something about seeing other people's headcanon. And my God, is there some good headcanon going on here.

So this is the story of how Celestia and Luna grew up among the dangers of living in a world ruled by Discord. It's not a pretty place. That [dark] tag is there for a reason. But darkness is not without a light to counterbalance, and some sisterly bonding besides.

The dialogue is intriguing and unique, even in its patterned "Lunaspeak." It doesn't try and do ye olde wordings; it does them, and it does them well:

“Art sure I was not born of shadow?” she asked at last. “Sometimes, when I walk between them, I feel as if I could just be them if I wanted.” She reached out towards the darkness beneath some bushes. “Spread out, like small water in a bigger pool.” She sighed, looking away. “Perhaps it would be better. I could not feel such sadness, then.”

Granted there are a few missteps, but the turns of phrase used are what really sell this distinction, and I am more than impressed by this alone. Pair that with the wonderfully immersive dream bits Luna graces us with, and this story carves out its place as my favorite of the bunch.

It wouldn’t be a Chris round without some historical worldbuilding, now would it?

Here’s a series of vignettes that, between them, tell us about the Discordian world that Celestia and Luna grew up in.  And as is fitting for a story set in that era, it’s a little bit of everything. Cute playtimes? Check. Sobering reflections?  Check. Horrifying abominations? Check, check, and check. We swing from action to slice of life, from drama to comedy, and from tragedy to romance discussion of tiny butts, and yet… and yet, at no point does this feel like anything but a cohesive piece of storytelling.  Because you need all of those things to tell us what life was like growing up for these two future princesses, and, by extension, who they were and are.

It doesn’t hurt that all the individual elements that go into this story show so much attention and care.  From physical characterization (Discord, when he does appear, positively oozes a wonderful mad whimsy) to language (even beyond a very respectable effort put into the Olde Ponish, there’s the way particular words which the sisters use to speak of themselves and the world around them speak to a very deliberate linguistic awareness on the author’s part) to the author’s notes illuminating some of the thought that went into this story, there’s so much here to appreciate.

The market for Celestia and Luna sister-fics is a broad one, I’ve learned from my years in the fic corner of this fandom.  Here’s a story that won’t just scratch that itch, but will give you so much more than you bargained for, all in a deceptively small package.

"I can't believe this is all we could afford," Chris said as they rolled off the lot in a Little Tikes Cozy Coupe, knees up to their chests.

"It's not my fault I have bad credit!" Corejo said.  "You know how many Luna and Sunset plushies I'm still paying off."

"The plushie maker's business card is not credit."

"It's a credit to how great a plushie maker they are." Corejo ribbed him enthusiastically. "On the bright side, we can totally park this bad boy in the rumpus room with the one Squirrel has."

"Just shut up and help me pedal," Chris said.

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

Report Wanderer D · 1,387 views ·
Join our Patreon to remove these adverts!
Comments ( 5 )

Exiles was truly excellent.

"You know how many Luna and Sunset plushies I'm still paying off."

Somewhere, a past C2 who poked and prodded Corejo into an all-Sunset round is cackling madly.

Thanks for the review, guys.

I'd kill for CoffeeMinion

Bra Quest was the story that really got me interested in CoffeeMinion's work, just because it was doing a lot with such a silly concept most writers would've either discarded or written far more simplistically. It was a tough balancing act, but I was all the more pleased by the final result.

Seeing Coyote get some love was great! He's really underrated.

Login or register to comment
Join our Patreon to remove these adverts!