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Celestias Paladin
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Ok folk I have a question for you all. How do you feel about a Collab work like what the Twilestia and Twiluna groups are doing?

Totally copypasta'd all of this from the Twilestia Prompt Tag Collab thread, which in turn was taken from the Twiluna Collab which stole from AppleDash.

What the title says. Here are the rules:

Someone starts off by posting a 100-500 word mini-fic about Celestia. At the end will be a one word prompt. If you would like to write a 100-500 word mini-fic relating to that prompt within the next four hours, comment right away to claim that prompt. Post the story when you finish, and add a one word prompt at the end for the next people to claim.

Simple enough?

Just to make sure everything is clear:

* The mini-fic can be in any style, any tag, AU, humanized, whatever. It can be a cute scene, a snippet of conversation, or an excerpt from an Equestrian history book. It's not expected to be preread or proofread, and if you've never written before that's just fine. Just try to keep it rated teen or lower and make sure it's 100-500 words of fiction about Celestia and it relates somehow to the prompt you claimed.

* Claim prompts with a quick post responding to the last post. Just the word "claimed" is fine. When you finish, make a post with the mini-fic and the next prompt.

* Your claim is valid for twenty-four hours, to keep someone from accidentally holding things up all day. After four hours, another person could post a claim for the same prompt. If you ran out of time, and no one else has claimed it, and you still want to write it, just go ahead and reclaim it.

* In the event that people become confused, and two fics are posted for the same prompt, the first one posted contains the official next prompt.

* Please include a one word prompt at the end of your fic. There are lots of words, and they can mean lots of things, and it's up to the next writer what they want to do with it.

If you'd like to play, I'll make the first prompt. After we have about ten(or so) prompts completed then I will put it into a story and we'll just update that as we play on this forum.

Here's the first prompt, whoever is up for it.

[PROMPT: Honor]

SInce I take part in one, I am for it, of course.
Though it's a bit tougher with simply writing about Celly being great. Still, it could lead to some interesting and good little stories.
Count me in :pinkiehappy:

1797348 I say go for it, though you I doubt you would see me write a story. If I could try, it will be short as I have a habit to rush stories out of excitement.

Celestias Paladin
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It will be 100 to 500 words per person.

Hell yeah. Let me know when we begin:pinkiehappy:

Celestias Paladin
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Got the info posted, think about what to do and have at it. Also try to write this up in Word first so it can be somewhat grammar/spell checked, also keeping track of word count.


I run the TwiLuna one and I took part in the Twilestia one.

I will help, of course

Ugh! More F/F shipping abominations.

Well I like it them, they are a nice read in between. But still i like Longer Stories more. If you want to do something similar then y not?

Celestias Paladin
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Any help will be appreciated
There is a time and place for everything, this is neither the time nor the place. This has nothing to do with ships, unless the posts do that, but I do not wish to delve into a shipping war.
Sometimes drabbles are enjoyable to read

I DESPISE Twiluna!
In all of it's shapes and forms.

Twiliestia is ok, when in the hands of the right person.
I confess myself disappointed in you, fine sir.
Megatron out.

1797348of course on thr weekend Im out. Btw, get my pm?

Celestias Paladin
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Megatron calling a fleshing a fine sir? Some please check if hell has frozen over. And Milord to each their own, and I happen to like Twilestia
You need not worry Dance, this will remain open for a while

1797985 if hrll foze over, then the lions won the superbowl.

Celestias Paladin
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With or without the Cub winning the World Series?


Megatrom calling a fleshing a fine sir?

Hang on...


You DARE misspell the name of the mighty Megatron?!

Some please check if hell has frozen over.

No, my mother-in-law's house is fine.

And Milord to each their own, and I happen to like Twilestia

Thank you for adressing me correctley, but i never said i didn't like it. I've just read a few twiliestia fics where it's just..done horribly!! :raritydespair:

Tuesday, February 33, 9999

1797348may we have an example to start?

Celestias Paladin
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Semper has the first go, but take a look here for somewhat how it is done

Can someone PLEASE! Make a prompt named "sandwhich" for me to claim?!

1797348 how about we send the works to whoever is going to claim the main story sothat there is some secrecy to it.

Celestias Paladin
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Uh no, rules are rules


What's up? Well i've thrown myself under the bus with this one. I wish to apologize in advance if it isn't that great. I spent most of last night writing and re-writing this and I've got it to the point where i'm happy with it. Well, enjoy.

Note for Celestia's Paladin:

I'm aware i blew the word limit, but just couldn't get it under 500. I decided it be easier to ask forgiveness than permission. I hope you can understand, and thanks for giving me a shot at this.

I call this piece, Honor
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Honor: Verb: To fulfill (an obligation) or keep (an agreement). Or, to pay public respect to.

I watched as he stood at attention on the balcony, stoic as ever. His gaze fixed on the land down below. The city of Canterlot below his hooves, along with towns glowing dimly far of in the distance. He looked ghostly in the moonlight. The stars over his head gingerly twinkling. I must admit, he did always seem to look handsome when he's up there.

The cold night's wind softly blowing his armor; the mail and inter-locking plates rippling in small waves in response. With every breath he took, a small plume of mist would be carried of, slowly dissipating in the air. I slowly approached, taking one silent step at a time. I know he comes here to be alone, but that is just the thing. He comes here every night for almost two years. Whether it be pouring rain or freezing cold. Or even both. When ever I can, I just watch him stand there. I've tried talk to him, but with only limited success. Every time I see him, he always seems troubled by something. I understand him for trying to cope with what ever is his burden, I truly do. But why does he persist on carrying it alone? I took a step more, desperate not to alert him.

“I know you're there” He stated.

“It's awful cold out here.” I said. But gained no response.

“Why don't you come inside?” I tried to make it sound tempting, but he wasn't buying.

“Is there something on you mind?” I asked, expecting the usual response. Either silence, or we would have a small conversation that ultimately led to him requesting that I leave.

I never seemed to get to deep with him no matter how hard I tried. But this time, I'm not letting him close me out. So I slowly walked up the remainder of the shallow steps. Stopping at his side to gaze out into the distance with him. After a while, he must have realized I wasn't going anywhere. Something stirred in him. He turned his head turned slightly, just enough that I could see the corner of his eye.

“You're persistent, I'll give you that.” He returned to his head to its original position, letting out a minute sigh.

“Why do you stand here every night?” I asked. It took a moment for him to respond.

“I must remain vigilant. It is my duty.” He stated,

“You plan to watch all of Equestria from here?”

“I can try.” He went quiet for a while after saying that.

I hated when he shut me out; as he did to almost everyone. But then again, I admired it. Normally a Guard would give me their undivided attention, but him, he was different. I would walk by and he wouldn't say a word; he'd just give me the mandatory nod of the head in greeting, then return to his mechanical stare-to-nowhere. To sum it all up, he wasn't a kiss up to the princess. Prime example, he isn't even supposed to be on this balcony. And yet if I said anything, he would probably disregard it. I looked into his eyes, they seemed to sparkle in the night. But there was something he was hiding, I just had to find a way to get him to let me in. I think I have a way to break him this time.

“Why did you join?” I asked, his eyes widened just a tad when I said that.

“Hmm?” Bingo. I'm in.

“Why did you join the Guard?” It took him a while to respond.

“Honor” He said,

“Care to explain?”

“I joined because...I needed to regain my honor.”

“How did you lose it?” That was the wrong thing for me to say. I felt him lose interest and begin to shut me out. I didn't want to do this, but I can't let him push me away.

“Guard, I order you to answer my question.” I stated in a authoritative tone.

“Choke on horse-apples” He retorted gruffly.

A gasp escaped my lips. Another guard would have been begging on his knees for forgiveness just for thinking about saying that. But he remained unmoved, not even turning his eyes to look at me when he talks. Time for plan B.

“Pretty please” I implored in a foal-like tone, hoping to tug perhaps on his heart strings.

He let out a sigh, finally turning his head to look at me. I was expecting him to be either agitated by my asking; or amused by my degrading plea. But when his luscious eyes met mine, there was something else. Sadness. Looking at me as if to say 'please don't make me talk about it'. He returned to looking out into the distance.

“I lost it two years ago. When my brother died” His voice carried a weight of pain and regret.

“He joined the Guard a few years back. Said it was the best job in the world. Every day he'd beg me to join him. 'we'd be the ultimate team' he'd say. I always said I was never cut out for it. Truthfully, I was just scared.” He begun,

“Then two years ago, he and his unit were on a mission in search for a missing pony somewhere near Ghastly Gorge. They were ambushed by quarry eels.” He paused for a moment.

“Well..all they found was a broken spear...” His voice began to crack up.

He tilted his head down; closing his eyes tightly as if it was killing him just to remember. He took a deep breath, then he returned to his original position. His expression completely blank, soulless almost.

“...and a piece of his helmet” He finished.

My eyes were already dripping with tears. I remember when that happened. I understand his pain now. I know all to well what it is like to lose a sibling. You feel a hole in you being, a piece missing from your soul. To lose family is to lose part of yourself. But... Luna came back. I regretted making him talk about it. He hid his emotions very well, but I could tell he was crying on the inside. Bottling up his emotions in a jar already full. I hate myself sometimes.

“That's why I joined. I wasn't there when he needed me. I was a lousy coward.” He looked downward to the city of Canterlot.

I joined him in the view. Ponies were out and about, going along their own business. Visiting stores, going for a walk, chatting with friends at small cafe's, dancing to the music of street musicians, and much more. It was all a lovely sight seeing my little ponies happy. Without any fear, without any enemies.

“I had to regain my honor” He started, “I swore I will fight for them. Like he did for me...and may death be the only thing that stops me.”

I had no idea how to respond to that. It was such an admirable, yet morbid statement. I could only stare at him. He was so resolute in his decision. Not showing any signs of having a second thought.

“He told me that some nights he would would sneak up here. Spending hours just looking of into the distance.” He begun,

“That's why I stand here every night. I feel... closer to him here.”

“I-I’m so sorry” I managed to stammer,

“Keep your 'sorry'. I don't want it and I don't need it. I’m not doing all this for you.” His voice carried off as he finished that sentence. The vapor slowly being pulled away from his mouth by the frosty wind. We stood in silence again.

To say his intentions are noble would be and understatement. But his plans would ultimately lead to his demise. He would perhaps die a hero, but a lonely one. His mind has been made up, his fate determined. No, I can't let him. I can't let him do this to himself. He deserves more from life. He deserves better.

“I've answered your question. You can leave now.” He said,

He's closed down for tonight. But I’ve made good progress. I will bet my crown that I’m the only pony he's ever trusted enough to tell this to, let alone even talk to for this long. Perhaps I can get more from him tomorrow. I turned about, ready to leave, but I decided to leave him with something. I slowly lowered my head, and placed a small, soft kiss on his helmet. The cold metal tickled my lips. I pulled back to look at him once more. He didn't seem to moved by my gesture. It is difficult to tell if he cared for it. His eyes remained locked on the lands below. Well, it was worth a shot.

“Goodnight.” I said with a warm smile.

I begun to trot down the shallow steps. As I reached the door I heard him speak in a soft voice.


I took one last look at him, he remained unmoved from his self-assigned post. Still standing at attention with his gaze upon the horizon. I reentered the castle, leaving him be for the night I do not yet understand his need for honor, but I can see its importance to him. Like the saying goes; “Life, every stallion holds dear; but the dear stallion holds honor far more precious dear than life”.


New prompt: [Regret]

That's all folks. Hope you enjoyed it.


-Semper Fidelis

another thing, I know we have to follow another person's prompt, but do we have to keep it in line with theirs?

For example, if someone said "Titanic" and then wrote a parody of the end of the titanic, and ended it with, "icecream" would we have to keep the continuity of the titanic emoness happening while now trying to write something about icecream, or could we write our own, independent, story about Celestia eating her first icecream cake.

Celestias Paladin
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Only if you want to

1805724 can you make a second prompt? It looks like nobody is jumping on this one.

* please, no emo words.

Celestias Paladin
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Look at the end of Semper's post, current prompt is Regret

Der Claim: Regret


"She must report to me her new findings from her new home in Ponyville!"

Cheers and laughter errupted around them and her new friends engulfed Twilight in a close and happy hug. "Oh, Thank you Princess! I will study harder than ever before!" The unicorn promised happily ans she was hugged from all sides.
The sun princess smiled at the happiness her well chosen words had brought. She stayed for the small festivities that followed Twilight's official reassignment and wrote the letters to the pupil's parents herself.
But as she was about to head for her chariot where the honour guards was already waiting, a small purple and green obstacle stood in her way.
"Do you need something, Spike?" Celestia asked gently.
"I... I guess I will be staying in Ponyville as well." the dragon said slowly while fiddling with his claws nervously.
"Twilight is going to need the best assistance available." the sun princess answered honestly.
"I know... she would be totally lost without me." he replied proudly, but deflated immidaitly "But... I haven't .... you know... I'm not quite used to..." he sightly forced himself "I'm gonna miss you."
And all of a sudden, Celestia's mask of calm serenity broke and a hint of sadness came into her eyes. "And I am going to miss you too!" she said forcing a brave smile onto her lips. She leaned down and gently nuzzled the little dragon's cheek "But I need you watching over her!"
Spike embraced the princess of the sun. "I will! I will take good care of her!"
"I know, my son." Celestia answered and gave the dragon a kiss on the cheek. "And please take good care of yourself as well! And please, don't just send Twilight's letters!"
"I promise!" Spike answered, trying to be brave as well. Still, there were tears in his eyes. "Have a good ride home!"
"Thank you! Try to enjoy the celebrations." the sun princess answered and the mask returned to her features as she made the way to the chariot.
She was ready to fly back to her palace.
A palace that would feel a lot quieter with her baby dragon gone.

Prompt: Laughter

1812265 clam!...)..

1810696 but I must warn you, it contains humorous use of genetailia, so I am willing to have it screened.

Celestias Paladin
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... I would rather it not have those kind of jokes

Celestias Paladin
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Will it be clean?

1812792 it assumes tha the reader knows tat the boys have pee pees and the girls have vaginies.

Celestias Paladin
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Dance... keep it clean, none of those jokes

1812841 well, if kids can understand why donald duck holds a towel up after he's in the shower, then I think they'll be fine.

Celestias Paladin
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Please don't make me regret this

Celestias Paladin
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Just post the damn thing

1813238 when I write it. Ths certified Quality Engineer manuel isnt going to read itself.

1813238 Thisis unrelated to our other conversation: can we use anthros?

Celestias Paladin
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You can use any form on the anthropomorphic scale: 0 being pony, 10 being fully human.

Celestias Paladin
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And please run it through a spell check

Prepare to take your panties off!

By Dancewithknives
Rated T,
Warning: Contains Anthros.

Summer, what a glorious time of year.
On one of the many glorious beaches in an area of Equestria known at “The Sunshine Islands”, Citizens from across the country retreated to this small slice of paradise to relax and get away, to sit back, relax, and enjoy her majesty’s glorious sun while it warmed the white sands and cold waves from the ocean washed up and down the beach.
Everyone was allowed to bask in the glory of their own work, and, just like a normal person, Princess Celestia herself was enjoying her own hard work.
Of course, she was not going as the princess everyone recognized, that would attract too much attention and obviously spoil the purpose of trying to get away from her other self. Instead, The Princess was disguised as a normal pegasus, a feat performed by quite an effort of magic. Now, the tall, beautiful and buxom ruler of this fine land with a flowing head of hair was now a not-so-tall, beautiful, and buxom bikini clad pegasus with a physical head of hair similar to that of one of the nation’s six elemental defenders.
But, of course, what was the point of having something great if one could not share it! The Princess was not alone on this populated beach. Instead, while she lay down upon her towel with her hair pulled aside, and bikini top straps undone, her dark colored but equally beautiful sunglasses unicorn sister sat curled up beside her and underneath the umbrella, giving her skin time to rest from the light before lounging again.
“Sunny, you should put some more sunscreen on. You wouldn’t want to get burned, after all.”
Celestia practically heard her sister’s inaudible smirk with the statement. There was a rustling on their blanket as Luna walked on her knees out from under her umbrella and beside her. Her top still undone, Celestia lay on her front, face down on the towel, after all, this was a family beach, and allowed her equally disguised sister to rub the sunscreen onto her back. She thanked her, calling her by her alias, “Honeymoon,” and kept lounging.
A spray of sand exploded in front of them. Still censoring herself, Celestia covered her eyes while Luna jumped away at the attack of white grains. When the smoke cleared, an inconspicuous white Frisbee sat before Celesta’s head.
The old mare, cleaning her eyes, saw the Frisbee and then moaned, “People still think the old Frisbee trick work-”
All of a sudden, a male, lacking both horns and wings but with tanned complexion and great definition slid to a halt before the two.
“I’m sorry.” He said, acting suave, “I didn’t mean to do that, My names Diesel, by the way. Where are you two from?”
Celestia rolled her eyes at the coed that was hitting on a woman 10,000 years older than him. Then, because of the roll of her eyes, she then noticed something; an anomaly on his persons that was obviously not natural.
Celestia smiled and began to answer him, but, in secret, began to magically whisper a devious plot to her openly magically inclined sister.
The three kept conversing, the ladies on their towel acting interested in the almost pathetic show before them, and, on a rehearsed count, attacked.
In complete synch, Luna Lunged while Celestia kept her front covered to the ground. They both grabbed a leg of his swim trunks and pulled.
As expected, a white bundle of cloth fell with the shorts.
As quick as them, the boy by the name of “Diesel” became red in the face and pulled up his shorts. Swearing and wishing he could simply vanish, he ran as fast as his feet could carry him down the beach.
The two sister literally rolled on the sand as their almost earth rumbling laughter attracted the attention of the vacationers around them. Celestia, wrapping the towel and covering herself, said, “Hey! Come back, you STUD! You forgot your socks!”
Luna sat up, “And take your F****** Frisbie, too!”

Next Prompt:
Or if not clean enough,

1813667 when are theese being posted in a fic?

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