Underneath the saccharine veneer of Equestrian society there dwell the morbid, ominous realities unknown to most. Rainbow Dash and Big Mac are of the few who know something is wrong. Together they must stop the madness which threatens Equestria.
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Wow, just, wow. I don't think I can ever see rainbow dash the same anymore.
The feels
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Okay...seriously, Karma...first you do the Bloodhound Gang thing, and then you say "the feels" all cryptically like I'm supposed to know what either of those things mean. I done told ya' before, girl...I ain't no Internet guy. Hell, I didn't even start using the Web regularly until a year ago when my ex-fiance bought me this here laptop. Ya' gotta' explain that shit, baby doll. I'm barely evolved as is. I could probably even walk on my knuckles, if I wanted to do so.
4760498 I don't want to teach you so
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Awww...c'mon! I thought we were friends! You...you were supposed to be my best girl-bro...*puppy eyes*
4760612 I am, that doesn't mean I'm going to teach you shit, I'm not some kind of egg-head
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Awww...don't be embarrassed about being an egghead. Being smart isn't synonymous with being "uncool", ya' know. I mean...look at me for example! I'm like...the hippest, happinest, coolest cat around, and I'm kinda' smart. (Define "smart" for me, would you, please?) I'm so cool that I totally get all the ladies...all the time...then they pepper spray me, and I end up in the county lockup for another weekend.
And then my brother has to drive downtown to post bail again. Good times.
Fuck RD gets intense when she snaps, I'm honestly surprised that AJ doesn't have a black eye or a fuckin knife in her side.
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Nah. She's got a hell of a temper, but she'd never hurt her friends...well...seriously hurt them. Everybody else, though...they aren't afforded such a luxury. Oh, and thank you for reading by the way. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hross. Are you a new reader, miss? Allow me to welcome you to this festering pit of literary decay and debauched, grammatical incongruities that serves as my story page. Stay a while...hehehe...*cue lightning bolt*
So she asked herself as Mac hovered between life and death in a drug-addled stupor right upstairs.
The irony is beautiful.
Don't feel bad, Dash. I found that quite poetic, actually.
THERE YOU GO! See? All you had to do was stabilize your mood a little, and the words roll right off the tongue!
And THAT is how you include a war story in your slice-of-life-y shipfic (excluding, for a moment, the tragedy and murder and monster). It was short, included just the important details, and was given immediate relevance as part of a conversation happening between two main characters in the present. Really, that was perfect. You should keep doing it like that.
Besides that, these are some great emotional roller coasters you've set up, man. And it was so horrifying and hilarious that Big Mac was laying in his room on death's door and drowning in a drug-induced haze while his sister and crush were downstairs going over how amazing and great he was.
Ha. Classic.