.IWILLKILLYOUALL · 2:14pm Jan 14th, 2016
Everyone thought I was just a goofball
They were wrong
Everyone either beat me up or threatened to beat me up
I'm gonna murder you all
LUCILLE IS THIRSTY
Everyone thought I was just a goofball
They were wrong
Everyone either beat me up or threatened to beat me up
I'm gonna murder you all
LUCILLE IS THIRSTY
...the Great and Augmented Trixie!
[We pan in on the city of Canterlot, which is covered in melting snow.]
One adventure ends...
[Celestia and Luna stand before their subjects, among them being the Mane 6, plus Starlight, Moonlight, and Tempest.]
Celestia: Citizens of Equestria! I am pleased to announce that spring is almost upon us!
[Everypony cheers, happily awaiting the arrival of spring...except for Tempest, who looks down dismally before she looks up at the sky and gasps.]
A new one begins...
Cover art for something that's been just a draft for WAY too long that I'm finally working on. your free to guess what it is!
Alright, so this is probably my favorite part that I've written in this chapter so far, so yeah, teaser for chapter 1
"Mr. Mix? Mr. Mix! Mr. Mix... Mr. Mix, can you hear my voice? Okay, he's not responding, I'm gonna need an 18 gauge, left AC, right away."
"Uh, BP is 90 over palp, respiration's at 8. I'm tubing him."
"DMC, this is medic 41."
"Medic 41, this is DMC base, go ahead."
"He's cold, spike a bag and grab the backboard."
"Okay, got it; on 3... 1, 2, let's move."
There is no escaping....
There's no place to hide....
You scream, "Someone save me?"
But they don't pay no mind...
Goodbye!
The light brown unicorn was barely able to restrain a foalish squeal of delight as he pried open the wooden box on his table, revealing the contents within. He was standing in the middle of a complex and very untidy workshop, loaded with tools of all shapes, sizes, and functions on the walls. Several desks sat around the edges, each one loaded with notes and sketches of artifacts from before The Fall, or of ponies of note.
I can't resist offering up a little teaser of what's coming in the next chapter.
Junior sounded worried. And Junior NEVER sounds worried. I was beginning to wonder if we could handle what we were rapidly flying into. Then Junior went and made me feel worse.
“Um… Pop.”
“Yeah son?” I asked, hearing uncertainty fill Junior’s voice.
“Um. You know how my systems use a variant of bat pony echo location to help identify targets and to navigate in close quarters?”
There was a change in the air when Twilight returned. In the ten thousand or so years she had been away, the ancient city of Canterlot had been remade as a glass sculpture. High rises, single pieces of seamless glass, scattered sunlight along the solar panel rooftops and cut long shadows into the downtown core. Snaking between the buildings was a dense monorail system powered by crystals in the tracks.
Later tonight or tomorrow morning, I'll release the result of a test commission I had with a friend: a short story.
While preparing for her coronation, Twilight Sparkle questions why there's no royal sunflower contest in Canterlot. This line of questioning leads Princess Luna to let Twilight in on an open secret:
Celestia hated sunflowers.
Hey guys, Frost here. As you know, I mentioned in my last blog that I had an idea in the works that I wanted to try out and see if people liked it.
Well, after some thinking, I decided to go for it. Once I look it over a couple more times, it should be good and I'll be sure to submit it. In the meantime though, here's a small taste of the rabbit hole I've been working on.
A preview, you ask...?
“I’m sorry. Did you say the ‘fair’ Lady Rarity? Really, Mia Fey?” The Nightmare’s grin turned sly. “Methinks that ‘fair’ is not the first adjective that comes to mind when describing her. And just what makes you think she has any information or evidence that can help your case?”
Spoilers for Blink Again ahead...
The truth of teleportation has been discovered; the full knowledge of its horrors known by a select few while the rest are given vague warnings of mortal peril. All use of teleportation is banned, all texts on it under lock and key, and all research into the subject placed strictly under government oversight.
Blueblood arrived home in a fluster, calling out to see if his father was around. “Father? Are you home?” He looked around the mansion for a while until he came upon the master bedroom. He saw that his father was talking with a blue mare. She was a slender unicorn and she was tall, too. Her purple eyes were full of unease, but Blueblood’s father shoved aside her concerns with nary a thought.
Celestia gave a nod. “I was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten.”