• Member Since 9th Jan, 2012
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It seems I'm not capable of writing a bio without sounding really pretentious, so I'll keep it simple.I write pony-fanfiction. That is all.


Everyone has an imaginary friend growing up: a stuffed animal, a companion to guard us when the monsters come knocking and the like. We know them and love them; they mean everything to us. But have we ever stopped to ask what we mean to them?

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I rather like this. Very well done. Makes me want to hug my plush toys even more. :D

Wow. Just, wow.

I loved it.

Manly tears were shed. I loved this story of how we all have to grow up and leave behind the "inanimate" things that we love.:fluttercry: You sir should feel proud of this wonderful story that tugged at my heart. Absolutely amazing writing from the standpoint of a doll, it reminded me of my own days as a young child. You deserve more positive ratings than I can give. I think I need to find my old imaginary friend, just to show him that I still love him.

Why the hell isn't this featured? This is really, really nice. I likes it. :pinkiesmile:

this is awesome pawsome

Simply touching. Many internets and a manly tear for you.

it's like toy story almost. very good.

Wonderful job! I loved this story, and filly Twilight is just absolutely adorable. :twilightsmile:

You did a great job bringing the emotions across, and this definitely earned it's [sad] tag.:fluttercry: But more in a bittersweet way - while Twilight may have moved on, I'm happy we see Big Mac, and how much he's truly taken a liking to the doll. :eeyup:

Great job! :pinkiesmile:

You sir have just made my Sunday night I thank you. I give you many mustaches as a reward :moustache: :moustache: :moustache: :moustache:

This was great. This should get featured, and featured now.

In the beginning i was like, i shouldnt read this, i know how toy/stuffed animal stories end...
But you gave it a happy ending! amazing story.
5 twis up.

Manly tears were shed when I got to the end, when Smarty Pants met Big Mac. She'll find real love in his capable fetlocks, tucked into his horse collar and held against his warm body as he goes about his day.


Excuse me. I have something shippy in my eye. :raritycry:

Good story

I'm not gonna say as to whether or not it should get featured :trixieshiftright: but good story.

GAH!!! I can't stop feeling sad after reading this! Make it stop!:raritycry::applecry::fluttercry: WHOEVER RUNS THIS SITE, FEATURE THIS NOW!!!

Well, this was... interesting to say the least. The story itself is good, very well written.

But I just can't get over how it is about the stuffed doll of Twilight xD

That was a beautiful story, and for that I bequeath unto thee five sad Rarity's out of five.
Here they are: :raritycry::raritycry::raritycry::raritycry::raritycry:
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a little something in my eye...:fluttercry:

You made me cry, mission accomplished.


This does dovetail nicely, doesn't it?


I support the ship for a reason.


Now we need a 'Twilight does magic and fails epicly' story that permanently brings Miss Smartypants to live one way or another to complete the ship.


My own version involves making it MEAN something by having Big Mac go on a hero's journey to find a legendary creature that can supposedly make Smarty-Pants become a living being.


My finger quotes there were being sarcastic, though I do want the end result. Now we just need someone to write it, I wonder who could do that? :scootangel:

This story gave me the same feeling as when I first watched Toy Story 3. It really makes you think about your childhood and everything you left behind.

I also find it interesting how you left out the events of Lesson Zero. It felt symbolic, like Twilight was so far off the deep end that her imagination was just completely gone.


If you want to, please do. I have a fully-developed idea but Luna is occupying most of my time, and Bad Apple takes the rest.


:ajsleepy: I'm not a very good writer, so that counts me out; my sister is the one with that talent.


This is heart wrenching. No matter how joyous the time in his existence in the real world, it's the time in oblivion i remember the most.


I have only one expression for this... :fluttercry:

Migod this is so favourited...

A very good story, indeed! It even made me look at some of the old toys, which are laying on the top of the closet, in a new way.

How did you make this be so full of emotion? The concept is rather silly, yet now I feel the horribly urgent need to hug something. And then headbutt a helicopter to regain my masculinity. Bravo, sir. :moustache: :eeyup:

This is beautiful! :raritycry: I had to stop mid-story to find a couple of friends to read with me. -snuggles with old baby blanket and greying unicorn-
Congrats on being featured on EQD!

I don't think I'm alone when I say I went over to all my stuffed animals and told them how much I love them. :pinkiesad2:


In my head canon, Pinkie was Twilight's imaginary friend... No seriously! Petriculture

Ok, how can I start this...
Well, I've always thought that the meaning of a story, the spirit, came from the writer. Years of reading and writing had taught me that this is only a half thuth: the reader puts half ot the spirit in a story, How it affects you, depends only of you.
I've started reading this story without any big expectatioN. I've thought, 'just another story destined to make you cry. Huh. I wonder if it will be something interesting...' The idea of a story told from the POV of Smarty Pants did not impressed me: it sounded like Toy Story. And I love Toy Story, yeah, but... i don't know, I wasn't expecting anything in particular.
Of course, I was wrong.
I've loved this story. At first, I was thinking of talking about how obsessed Smarty Pants is with Twilight, but it's her toy. She is the only thing it has. It's natural to it to be obsessed (he doll is a mare or a stallion? Hell, I can remember it). Then, I was wondering about the 'dark place' and the way Smarty Pants falls 'asleep' in the night, but it also make sense: if Twlight is not thinking about it, the doll doesn't have any conscience. I was expecting getting bored by the heavy introspection of the doll, but it was entertaining. Some times funny, some times heartwarming.
In other words: there's nothing in this fic that I would change. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And you're reading a post made by a guy who thinks that 'The Godfather' would had been a better movie if he had directed or wrote it.
I've felt every inch of emotion that you had put in Smarty Pant's mind. Every. Inch. I don't even know if 'inch' is a correct way to measure the 'emotion', but I don't care now. I've been sad for Smarty Pants, I've been obsessed with Twilight with Smarty Pants, I've been hoping that the purple unicorn would play again with the doll. Just like Smarty Pants. And I've been scared when I've thought of the scene in Lesson Zero in which Twilight uses Smarty Pants like a simple tool. I'm really relieved with the way you've finished the story (even tough I don't see Big Mac enjoying anything made for a little girl. I mean, he's an all-grown-up stallion andwaitaminutenowIgetit...)
Well, I'm finishing that review. I'm starting to get melodramatic, maybe someone has put something in my drink. Fancy words aside, very good and touching story. Now, if you escuse me, I'll leave the computer, go downstairs and play with my old dolls for a couple hours. Like real men do.

Wow... just wow.

This is truly amazing and something that I haven't even considered before. Nor do I think many people have. It simply inspiring to see something like this created!

Fury of the Tempest fav's this story and is glad it appeared in EQD!

Absolutely amazing job with this one. Manly tears were shed. While I was reading this, I kept glancing over at my old toy chest. So anyway, 5/5 and congratulations on the feature on EqD. I will give you a 5 there as well. :pinkiesad2:

:fluttercry: This story moved me to my core. I find myself struggling to remember all my imaginary friends, and feeling guilty that I can't. The tears just flowed, and I wanted to stop reading, but I couldn't. I studied literature in University, I actually have a degree in it, I spend a lot of time reading, and reading, and reading, and I can't think of any one story I've ever read that affected me quite as profoundly as this one just did.

This is a masterpiece in its own right. I'd offer you a standing ovation if I ever saw you walking down a street. I really can't praise this enough.

This made me dig out my old ragdoll, Hornsley.

Why would you do this to me?:fluttercry::raritycry: Dammit, Josh. Manly tears were half-shed.

i... i think i have something in my eye... *sniff* :fluttercry:

*looks at dislike bar.
Those five heartless bastards!:twilightangry2:

Huh. I'd forgotten the stage where a kid puts a high weight on their dolls' personas. I guess it's 'cause I never had much of that.
And if that's not confusing enough, I also have this to say:

Huh. I guess I'm not the only one who says "I love you" to imaginary friends before I go to sleep.

If only I could put that kinda stuff into a fanfic...oh, wait. I have, but not in an easily recognizable way. Oh, well.

I love this story! It's got such a great message to it and it ends perfectly with the show. Well done!

:pinkiesad2:sniff sniff...Aj figure... could you look away for a sec?

(late at night, no goodd comment to make)


Oh wow, for a story about a stuffed animal, this hit rather hard. Yeah, I just got a load of old toys out to put on my desk.

I just pulled my childhood stuffy out from the corner of my bed. I needed some serious cheering up awhile back (oddly around the time I first read My Little Dashie) and he did it for me, now this story has ensured that I'll cuddle with him tonight

Heartstruck. I remember I used to have a ragdoll when I was little. I'm now 18 and I never realized how much I miss the doll now.
I just hope it's in a better place now. :raritycry:

Anyways, I loved this story. :heart:

Loved this story! Wish I could hug my old teddy bear now...

This story was such a precious one, made me shed some manly tears. Good job mate!

Fuck you Twilight how could you do that to something you loved so dearly?:applecry: I still have a Michaelangelo Ninja Turtle doll that I've had since I was 4, it sits on my dresser and I get to wake up every morning to see it and get reminded of how many times we beat Shredder and ate pizza.:rainbowlaugh: Times like that should never be put into a dark closet to never be remembered as they gather dust. Twilight is WORST pony.:twilightangry2:

You'll have to excuse me, I appear to have sprung a leak from the eyes.

Toy Story: Equestria. Well done.

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