//------------------------------// // 9. The End Is A New Beginning // Story: Thoughtletts // by Georg //------------------------------// Thoughtletts The End Is A New Beginning “Only you can prevent florist fires.” —Gen. Temcunseh Sherman It’s FanOfMostEverything appreciation week. He has provided stellar work on Never The Final Word - Volume 2, the minific anthology that provides a little something extra (normally good) to some of our most inspiring fanfics. In addition, he has a wonderful little story about today’s (S9E23 The Big Mac Question) episode. I thought it needed a little more. Spoiler tagged for slow watchers. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/216531/37/dueling-keyboards/immodest-proposal-s9e23-spoilers-ish "Princess Celestia, we think..." Twilight Sparkle considered her words and tried some new ones. "Technically, Fluttershy's an alicorn. You know, wings and horn. Horns. The tentacles are... new, I suppose. As are the claws. And antenna. She's undeniably parts of all three kinds of pony, so I suppose we could just mark that down and be done with it." Her Royal Highness (ret) nodded and sipped her tea, seeming perfectly comfortably at Princess (Jr. Probationary status) Twilight's crystal setting room. There was a degree of ambivalence to her demeanor that bespoke of suppressed maniacal laughter, as well as a smug assurance that this whole thing was Not My Problem. "Oh, thank the stars," gasped Twilight. "I thought you would be upset. And we have a few months to update any forms needed before the foals are born." Princess Celestia's spray of tea reached the other wall. The Writer’s Group had a question on What If Tempest Shadow had been the real villain of the movie? It’s worth some thought. https://www.fimfiction.net/group/50/the-writers-group/thread/416774/storm-queen-tempest "Thanks," managed Tempest once she got her hooves under her. "And I'll take that," she added, taking the Staff of Sacanas away from Princess Twilight Sparkle. While the six mares gaped in amazement, Tempest Shadow raised the staff over her head, and lightning crackled through the sky behind her. "Behold," she bellowed, "and bow before the might of your new Storm Queen! Buhahaha!" Then while Twilight was still gawking with her mouth wide open, Tempest pushed the staff back into the crook of her leg. "Just kidding. You know, before I became old Stormy's minion, I used to have a career in stand-up comedy." "We saved the wrong one," mused Applejack. "Think we can find any more of them fancy bombs?" Present Perfect posted this pretty story about Twilight Sparkle being blonde. I mean an oversexed bimbo. Sorry, I get those two mixed together. I had to write a final letter. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/450317/twilight-the-useless Dear Twilight Sparkle, my faithful student, Enclosed is something we in Canterlot call a 'Restraining Order.' No, it has nothing to do with the padded hoofcuffs that you and Cadence played with, or the 'Fungeon' in the palace basement where we had our little 'lessons' in magic. It is a legal document, forbidding you from entering the city of Canterlot for any purpose, or approaching within three miles of my sister. Your loving teacher, Princess Celestia P.S. You should know, I saw her first. Hooves off, kid. Aquanort wonders what the best reincarnation fic is on the site. I’m not sure, but I’m willing to add a little something of my own. https://www.fimfiction.net/group/50/the-writers-group/thread/416464/whats-the-best-reincarnation-fanfic-youve-ever-read For the NON-fanfiction, the choice is obvious: To Your Scattered Bodies Go by Phillip Jose Farmer. Hm.... Reincarnation fanfic that is *not* "I died and showed up in Equestria" or such. Does it count if the character is reborn as *themself* perhaps? I've done two of those, from The Dance of the Sun to In Tambelon Comes The Hungry Darkness. Hm... I really haven't read enough of those to have one that sticks in my head. Technically, Project: Sunflower would count, since Erin 'dies' and is reborn as Sunflower, and it is epic. The field of "Alicorns are immortal because they respawn" fiction needs more stories. Respawn The familiar feeling of aetherial decoupling and recoupling swept across Celestia before any pain, so the tragic accident was really nothing compared to some of her previous deaths. Still, when her material body reformed in the study and she saw a panicked Twilight Sparkle bending over the corpse of her beloved princess, it brought another pain to her immortal breast. She really should have told Twilight, or at least been more cautious with the spells she had been taught. "Twilight," began Celestia with the greatest of caution, "please do not--" With an anguished shriek, Twilight spun in place and her horn flared incandescent. This time, Celestia felt part of the fire that took her life, and after the familiar sensation of rebirth passed, it left her slightly peeved. "Twilight!" she snapped. "Stop this--" By the time Celestia could calm down her panicked student, there were a full dozen alicorn corpses in the study, displaying various levels of incinderation and exsanguination, but all of them part of the disposal problem that Celestia was tempted to just leave to the castle staff and to heck with the consequences. Estee muses on the longevity of a 10-year-old boy and his thousand episodes of life. I muse on it too. https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/871185/twenty-two-years-one-thousand-and-eighty-two-episodes "Now, I know how upset you all are over our show being cancelled after nine seasons," said Twilight Sparkle from her position of authority next to the picnic basket. "Actually," started Applejack, "it gives me some more time to spend at the farm, maybe start a family of mah own." "And I've been running myself positively ragged!" exclaimed Rarity, slumping down on her nearby divan. "What with running three boutiques, teaching at the school, and all of the other responsibilities of proper leadership, I've been under such stress." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I fear at any time, I might see... a grey hair." "As I was saying," continued Twilight, waving one of Pinkie Pie's donuts for emphasis, "you're all upset!" "Not that much," said Pinkie. "I get to finally date!" "And I know how much you want our franchise to continue," continued Twilight despite the objections. "So I've taken measures--" "As long as they don't take too long," said Rainbow Dash through a mouthful of crumbs. "I've got a Wonderbolts exhibition this afternoon." "--to ensure the franchise lasts into the foreseeable future!" There was a rustling in the nearby bushes, and Twilight perked up. "Ah, there they are now." "There they are!" a familiar young voice called from the bushes. "Pikachu, go!" "Princess uses Teleport," announced Twilight just moments before there was a flash of purple light and she vanished. Then the picnic was over as the red and white balls began to fly... Historical Accuracy by Mr. Numbers relates just how unicorns are superior to all the other ponies because they have one thing - Crossbows. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/447723/historical-accuracy Naturally, I extended that to the alicorns. ♫ You've come such a long, long way ♫ "Congratulations, Twilight. You're an alicorn now. Here's your crossbow." "What?" "All new alicorns get a crossbow. Didn't you know that?" "What?" "Admittedly, yours isn't as nice as Luna's, since she's had so much time to customize it. And Cadence put little flowers and hearts all over hers, which I just don't understand. But here it is, all yours. Enjoy." "What?" (Much later) "Congratulations, Cadence. Shining Armor. Your new foal looks adorable! Here's her crossbow." How We Burn A deep and thoughtful story on just what it means to be a book… err… pony, by Cold in Gardez. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/447609/how-we-burn A short commentary by me that degrades the whole wonderful thing into a one-shot cheap gag. “But maybe he can change too. Maybe that’s why he came back.” Celestia fixed her student with the most firm gaze possible. "Twilight Sparkle," she stated in a voice that brooked no disobedience, "you may have grown from my student into a princess of your own, but this is beyond your powers. Even Luna and myself can not--" "Luna and I," said Twilight almost automatically. Celestia did not seem upset at all about being interrupted, but the faintest ghost of a smile came over her stern expression. "Perhaps I am wrong," she said. "To change, he will need more than a princess. He will need... an editor." Twilight Sparkle swallowed, then produced a red pencil. "I believe I can do this, Princess. Let me try, at least." Daedalus Aegle had some thoughts on Frankenstein, Friendship, and Twilight Sparkle (seriously, writers have some of the strangest ideas). https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/868389/things-that-happen-in-the-course-of-the-creative-process I have to admit a little bit of the inspiration for Twilight Sparkle Makes a Coltfriend.... Literally came from that. (FYI: from what I understand, the letter he refers to is linked here, in a style that would be... interesting to reproduce in MLP.) To Mrs. SAVILLE, England. St. Petersburgh, December 11, 17--. YOU will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday; and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare, and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking. I am already far north of London; and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves, and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my day dreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever visible; its broad disk just skirting the horizon, and diffusing a perpetual splendour. To Ms. Moondancer, Canterlot. Ponyville, EQ, June 28, 947 M.E. YOU may have heard that my teacher, Princess Celestia, has assigned me a new task, and despite your tendency to consider every move that I make to be the harbinger of some dire plague or catastrophe, put your mind at ease. The full details of Princess Luna's return have been classified, but with joy in my heart, I must pass along that I had a part, no a pivotal role in that achievement. At the earliest opportunity, I shall endeavor to bring you up to speed, but for now, I shall focus on this town, and my place within. It is a small place, nestled at the foot of the great mountain upon which we both have lived our lives... # I paralleled it with an observation that the style appeared to be something Rarity would be familiar with. Nature took its course. "Live!" cackled Rarity as she yanked on the ropes, causing the elaborate mechanism to clatter and creak. "Live, my creation! Let the power of nature give it... LIFE!!" "Uhhmm..." groaned the thing under the covers until a purple hoof emerged and groped for the nearby pillow. "UHHH!!" it moaned more energetically, eventually getting a grip on its prize and heaving it at the cackling unicorn who was standing by the open window with the curtains flung wide. "Rarity!" groaned Twilight, who found herself without anything to cover her head from the unyielding beam of sunlight pouring in through the open crystalline window of her castle. "I said I'd help you this afternoon!" "It is afternoon, Darling," purred Rarity. She produced Twilight's Extra Large Princess-Sized Coffee Mug (on sale at the castle giftshop for 25 bits, free refills) and waved it near the edge of the bed so the tempting aroma of Bittern's Bitter Biting Brew wafted in the direction of the petulant princess. "And if you don't get out of bed soon, it will be evening, and I shall be forced to see if Rainbow Dash can bring me some thunderclouds for a proper awakening. Tell me, when I attach the electrodes, are you AC or DC?" GapJaxie lays out his schedule to Bronycon and made an off-hand comment in it that I’m *really* going to write someday. Honest https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/865339/breakdown-cruise Turns out when you're writing Star Wars fanfiction you can't just have winged horses show up and talk without explaining it. Yes, but you CAN do it. Alone, freezing to death and unable to move was not how Luke Skywalker had planned to spend his day. He should have been despondent with the hopeless situation he was in, far away from the rebel base with nobody to rescue him, but he refused to give up. He had managed to get away from the ferocious beast in the ice cave by using his rudimentary Jedi power and his father's lightsabre, so all he needed to do was get up... "Luke," called out a familiar voice. It could not be real. The subzero storm sweeping in would have prevented the base from sending anybody out to save him. And yet... "Ben?" he managed to wheeze while looking at the impossible figure a few feet away, glowing softly in the fading twilight. "You must go to the Eqquis system," said the blurred image of Ben Kenobi. "There, you will learn the ways of the Force, from the one master who taught us all over a thousand years ago." "B-but what about Yoda?" gasped Luke. "He held out for too much money," said the ghost of his old friend. "Remember, Master Celestia will guide your steps, but beware of the dark side." "The Dark Side of the Force?" managed Luke. "No, the Dark Side of the Horse," said Ben. "Luna's a hopeless flirt. Look, it will make more sense after you get covered in animal guts. Your friend is almost here, so make sure to hold your nose." Estee has a wonderful tribute to R. Lee Emery in Like a Well-Oiled Machine. So when I saw the possibility of seeing another story with that character, I couldn’t restrain myself. https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/865278/fine-but-only-because-i-know-a-breakout-character-when-i-see-one "JUST WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, MAGGOT? HOW DARE YOU CHICKEN OUT WITH ONLY ONE APPEARANCE! THESE RECRUITS ARE STILL JUST AS GREEN AS GRASS AND SO WET BEHIND THE EARS THEY'RE IN SEVERE RISK OF A FUNGAL INFECTION, AND THAT WOULD BE AN IMPROVEMENT! NOW DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!!" "Um, sir?" The cowering clerk behind the counter peered out around the cash register. "This is the Oatburger. I think you want Twilight Sparkle's castle over--" "DID I ASK FOR YOUR INPUT, YOU WORTHLESS SACK OF SKIN AND BONES? DID I COME BOWING TO YOUR HIGHNESS'S HOOVES REQUESTING SOME SORT OF DIVINE FAVOR FROM YOUR PANSY-ASSED LIPS? I'VE SCRAPED MORE MEANINGFUL THINGS OFF MY HOOVES AFTER A BRISK FIFTY MILE HIKE IN FULL ARMOR AND GEAR! NOW START THOSE PUSH-UPS WHILE I LOOK OVER YOUR WORTHLESS MENU IN THE FORLORN HOPE OF FINDING SOMETHING EATABLE IN THIS STAR-FORSAKEN RAT WARREN!" Jmac made a wonderful Feghoot about Toon Physics. I chipped in a few stitches. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/444679/apples-of-inspiration-and-their-effects-on-time-and-relative-dimensions-in-space "What are you doing, Rarity?" Twilight Sparkle peered into the Carousel Boutique, where Rarity was knitting up a storm. "It's summer, and you're knitting a jumper suit?" "It's Pinkie Pie," said Rarity, not stopping one click of her knitting needles. "She's attracted the attention of the Doctor, and I'm determined to win him back. I believe he has an affinity for pink, so I acquired as much of the rare Pink Marino sheep wool as I was permitted, on account that the ownership of it is restricted. I believe I have just enough to cover my summer coat, and win his heart." "Oh, that explains it," said Twilight. "You have a white short coat and a pink yarn ration." Daedalus Aegle had this wonderful blog post about beetle wings being used in dressmaking and I had to take that to its logical conclusion https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/864734/just-gonna-throw-this-out-there "Rarity, I--" "Doesn't it look fantastic, darling?" "Yeah, but--" "Such glitz! Such attention! So many ponies watching my creation! Oh, and Twilight is modeling the dress quite well too, don't you think?" "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Fluttershy says--" "She's following my directions perfectly. See the short, steady steps, the way she's holding her wings. Oh, having a princess model my Sparkletastic Skirt during the fashion show was genius, Rarity! Sheer genius!" "Ah think you've been hanging around Trixie too much. But as I was saying'--" "I just wish I knew why Twilight has started twitching like that. And it's getting worse." "It's the lights. Fluttershy says them beetles you used on her dress get active in the sunlight." "Oh, my." "And they bite when they get active." "Oh, my! I do hope she can finish her turn on the catwalk before--" "Afore that happens, you suppose? Then again, I ain't seen her move like that in months. It's probably good exercise. And it's better than her dancing." "True, I suppose. I just wish she hadn't started stripping off the dress in the middle of that. She really should have considered my reputation. I mean her reputation, that is." Pascoite made this wonderful Feghoot about Applejack having a well with a bunch of pesky creatures around it that can only be kept at bay with wood, and I read it through, enjoyed it, and… well, it was just sitting there, and I had this wooden pencil… https://www.fimfiction.net/story/444541/just-leave-well-enough-alone "Are you sure you don't want me to put some magical protections around your well, Applejack? It would only take a minute." "Naa," scoffed the farmer. "Although, if yer goin' back that way, you could take.... Oh, this old rocking chair here and put it next to the well. That'll be enough wood to keep them varmints at bay, easy." "That makes sense," said Twilight, marking a note on her form and lifting the chair in her magic. "A picked chair is worth a thousand wards, after all." (Like I said, the story was just sitting there, and I had this pencil...) Hey, found one from a while ago on The Martian, where their changeling mission specialist has podded herself and won’t come out. So they use the most drastic of measures. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/396744/the-maretian Mark Watney squatted next to the dark alien pod, feeling a little silly as he talked, but less silly than a few minutes ago when they all had taken turns wacking on the pod with a short length of metal tubing. (Fireball had hit the pod twice, although lightly, because he said 'The bug flinched, so she gets two.) "Dragonfly, I just wanted you to know, you forced us into doing this. We sang to you, we hugged your pod, and we even followed your queen's advice with the stick so don't hold that against us. You need to wake up and get back to work. There's suits to patch and work to do on the Whinnybago and all kinds of things that only you can do. The Equestrians have done all they can do, and so it's down to some of our Earth magic to get your lazy bug butt out of bed. I don't want to do this, but you leave me no choice." Mark placed a small plastic box on the ground, connected by wires to one of the midsize experiment batteries. "Blame Martinez for this. He left an old MP3 player in his luggage with a couple of Disney songs on it. I found an appropriate one and put it on infinite repeat. The battery should keep it running for about a week, so you'll have company while we're back at the Hab, trying to do your job. Stop by when you're ready to get back to work." Then he walked back to the cluster of ponies waiting for him at the cave airlock for their ride back to the Habitat Module. Sometime later when everypony was getting ready for a short night's sleep, there was an unexpected change in pressure, and the Habitat airlock module cycled, revealing a changeling taking off her helmet who looked somewhat like Dragonfly except for the exotic paint scheme and the look of pure fury in her eyes. "It's not a small world!" she frothed, flinging her helmet into her bunk and moving her head back and forth as she looked around the module. "This is not a small world after all! There's nothing small about it! That blasted (chirp) (screech) (hiss) song just kept playing and playing and playing until I couldn't stand it any more! Where is he! I'm going to kill him! No, I'm going to stuff this (hiss) (screech) music player into his suit and pod him and see how he likes having that blasted song rattle around in his head over and over and over!" Here’s another one from ancient history: Six to Eight Weeks Dungeon by ocalhoun where a busybody determines that Fluttershy’s ‘friends’ are really pets, and thus she can legally be evicted and the ‘pets’ collected. Princess Twilight Sparkle objects, and tosses the busybody in jail… Yeah, read it. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/303739/six-to-eight-weeks-dungeon “Wait a minute,” declared Princess Twilight Sparkle, deep in thought. “Bring Miss Sugar Berry back here for a moment, Rainbow Dash. I think I have a solution that will satisfy all of us.” A few moments later, the code enforcement officer sat reluctantly at a small table. Discord was serving tea with small steaming cups of a delightful golden beverage for all of the ponies except for Sugar Berry, who appeared to have something vaguely six-dimensionsional and hungry lurking in her teacup. “I just wanted to get a few things straight, Miss Sugar Berry,” said Twilight with a ladylike sip of her tea, just as Celestia had taught her. “According to Ponyville code, a ‘pet’ is defined as a non-sapient creature that is under the control of a sapient creature, either by confinement or by training, correct?” “Y-yes,” said Sugar Berry, eyeing a set of sugar cookies on the table that seemed to be eyeing her back. “Although I fail to see how having me assaulted to provide an elementary definition fits in your role as Princess of Friendship.” “I’m getting there,” said Twilight with a wave of her hoof at the large swath of animals who surrounded their table, each looking on with various degrees of depression. “And since none of Fluttershy’s animals are restrained except for the chickens and Angel bunny, who I see tied up by the house, all of the rest of these animals—” “Pets!” insisted Sugar Berry. “—animals,” continued Twilight, “are considered pets instead of wildlife because they obey the resident pony, correct?” “Indeed,” said Sugar Berry with a sniff. “Very well,” said Twilight. “Fluttershy, I need you to do something for me. Tell every one of your friends that Miss Sugar Berry is not to be attacked in any fashion. Can you do that, please?” “Of course, Twilight.” Fluttershy sniffed one last time and blew her nose into a kerchief held out to her by a nearby bear. “Thank you, Hairy. Now all of you, listen up. I don’t want any of you to hurt the mean Missus Sugar Berry in any way, do you understand?” As all of the animals nodded, Fluttershy turned back to Twilight. “I know you think my friends might be angry, but I don’t think any of them would actually hurt her.” “We’ll see,” said Twilight, turning back to the code enforcement officer. “So all of the animals here that obey Fluttershy and do not attack you, are obviously her pets, and you intend on removing them, correct?” “Correct,” said Sugar Berry with a thin, victorious smile. “And by the same rule, any of the animals here who do attack you in any fashion are wild animals, and can remain.” “Corr—” The response froze in Sugar Berry’s throat as she looked at the circle of animals that surrounded their little tea party. The shrinking circle. “Perhaps,” she started with a small, dry cough, “we can come to some sort of agreement.” Darned Feghoot contests. Look, it was just sitting there… https://www.fimfiction.net/story/442196/si-vis-bellum-para-scilis One untold tale of the disaster involved the pony diplomat who was left behind in Zebrica for the rest of his life because he just could not keep his mouth shut. Instead of taking the explanation of the Zebra at face value, he just had to keep poking and prying on an alternative to the ant theory of combustion. Eventually he came up with a theory that the Zebrican Fire Mouse was actually to blame, a creature similar to the Fire Ant as it reproduced by fission, but was more of a pest and had little use as a common match replacement. The rest of the pony delegation derided him for the foolish idea, and with his reputation in tatters, he remained in the country when the rest of them went home. Over the years, he became an expert in the field of odd Zebrican flora and fauna with several books published and some species actually named after him, but his true claim to fame turned out to be the way he had been left behind as the first example ever of a mouse divided carnot strand. My Little Pony meets Spaceballs. How could I resist adding something? https://www.fimfiction.net/story/441202/ludicrous-scene-go “Honey?” Shining Armor gently prodded his sleeping wife until he received a more-or-less sapient grunt. “Honey, I’ve got a question.” “Can it wait until morning?” grumbled Cadence, although she opened one eye to observe her adorable bed-headed hubby. “I was just thinking and...” The words spilled out in a cascade. “Have you ever thought we all exist just as advertising gimmicks to sell little plastic models of ourselves to young girls so they can have tea parties and brush manes and make up stories about our adventures?” “You are so much like your sister.” Cadence reached out with one forehoof and tugged until Shining Armor was once again flat in bed against his pillow, then covered him with one wing and several kisses. “No,” she added between extra kisses. “You’re completely wrong.” Then, because she was an alicorn after all, she waited until Shining Armor had just allllllmost faded away into sleep against her shoulder before adding, “Princess Luna collected the entire set, including the Star Mares characters, after all.” “What!” Cadence closed her eyes with a giggle. “Good night, Prince Skytrotter.” Impossible Numbers wrote a story about Celestia getting love letters for Hearts and Hooves Day. I noticed one was missing. https://www.fimfiction.net/story/440169/romancing-the-sun Celestia frowned at the last letter remaining, one that had shrugged off her speed-reading spell like a waxed duck, and similarly resisted the spell that had wisked all the rest of the letters off to their storage location. It had been several centuries since she had last received an envelope shimmering with the magic of the Underdark, written in the coiling and writhing symbols of the Unspoken Tongue. “Seriously, I thought he/she/it/them were over me,” she muttered, gently applying a line of her magic to the eendges of the envelope and extracting out the folded piece of hide concealed inside. Rows of blackened words were restrained by tiny staples of Itchean Silver, stapled down to the page so they would not wriggle free and cause mischief in the World of the Real, which was nice, considering all the trouble Celestia had tracking down the aftereffects of the last love letter. “A sestina,” she murmured, looking over the letter. “Impressive. Oh, come on!” The last words came out in a burst as she crammed the letter back into its envelope regardless of its struggles. A few minutes later, Celestia rapped solidly on her sister’s bedroom door. “Here!” she snapped when Luna blearily opened the door. “One of your love letters got misaddressed.” The Writers thread commenters wander into the strangest places. https://www.fimfiction.net/group/50/the-writers-group/thread/401718/have-you-ever-found-yourself-preferring-to-write-a-certain-type-of-character-throughout-your-writing-history The most current example is writing a Twilight whose parents weren't changed back after being turned into plants by her magical surge leaving her and Shining Armor orphaned. "I know." Twilight Sparkle sighed and returned to watering the flowers in the Golden Oak Library windowbox. "Growing up after I lost my parents was so difficult. But now I'm here, and I have so many wonderful friends!" She put the watering can down and gave Applejack a brief hug. "Thank you for sharing." "Tain't nuthing," said Applejack as Twilight turned around to gather some nearby books. "Fact is, Granny done her best to raise us up right like my parents, and Ah've kept myself busy with the apple farm since then. It cracked our family, but didn't quite break it, and we've been growing it back together ever since." She nipped a blossom off the nearby flower and chewed while thinking. "Ah think they'd be right proud of the way we--" "Mom!" screamed Twilight Sparkle, darting back over to the window and the flower that had just provided her friend a morning snack. "Are you hurt!" Cold in Gardez muses on Harry Potter and how it relates to The Starlight Pals Magical Half-Hour, and somehow the topic wandered into Ticketmaster. https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/852967/harry-potter-and-the-undercurrent-of-sexual-tension-between-our-two-lead-female-characters Why I thought this, I have no idea. Dear Princess Celestia, No thanks. Here are the tickets. I'd rather spend the day in Ponyville with my friends. --Twilight Sparkle Dear Twilight Sparkle, Here are the tickets back, and four more tickets for your friends, --Princess Celestia Dear Princess Celestia. I wouldn't want to leave Spike at home by himself. Here are your tickets back. Sorry. -- Twilight Sparkle Dear Twilight Sparkle. Fine. Here are seven tickets, plus one for anypony you happen to see who needs one. No excuses. Get your flank here and stand with me to shake hooves with every one of these nitwits or I'm cutting off your allowance. --Princess Celestia, your teacher Dear Princess Celestia, Why can't you have Princess Luna stand with you? And besides, I don't get an allowance. Here are your tickets back. --Twilight Sparkle ... “My, my, sister.” Princess Luna waved her hoof to get a cramp out of it during a lull in their hoof-shaking. “I had no idea how popular your parties are. I think the entire town of Ponyville is here tonight.” “Shut up,” muttered Celestia. “Darned kid.”