(Celestia, Distant Past)
Celestia stared at the scene before her, with Luna standing at her side since she had a... personal investment in the issue.
The whole point of making marriageable age higher than what was considered the one of consent was to prevent the family drama that Griffons and minotaurs went through... pretty much all the time before they had an unified country. She ought to know; she was old enough to have been there. She liked to think better of ponies, but she did not want to deal with ponies getting scammed out of their inheritances or their dowries because they ran off with the first silver-tongued quick-witted mare or charismatic dashing stallion that promised the world but gave only heartache.
Ponies were also highly physical, unlike Griffons (getting one to agree to a nuzzling was difficult for non-direct-family, much less a hug). Mere words where not enough to get to know each other, even if high-brow unicorns would like to believe otherwise.
That is to say, ponies were supposed to get to know each other before involving anything that could be considered 'official'. They were free to chose their partners, free to get together or drift apart, and thus they were given the time to mature further and do so before anything that could complicate matters due to a rushed decision was able to be involved.
"Princess Celestia herself said so."
However, words could sink a relationship really, really fast. That he sounded so demanding and smug did not earn him any favors.
(She would like for talented individuals to 'get together'... but then again, if it would lead to the situation she was currently facing...)
"Wind Whistler deserves a nobler, more adequate partner." Storm Chaser said, proudly throwing out his chest.
"Wind Whistler deserves to choose what she likes, and Windstorm is not a scoundrel, he is merely less fortunate." Storm Shadow retorted, looking straight at the two sisters without so much as a glance towards Chaser; with his impassive demeanor and cold, firm voice, Chaser actually faltered. "His interests and personality are much more in tune with my daughter's, and his skills have impressed us."
Celestia knew that it was not a battle that Chaser could win, the problem was acceptance of that fact and coming to terms with it. After all, Shadow was an officer for a reason - a whole slew of reasons, and really danged good ones at that; if he approved, Windstorm really was all that and a bale of hay. She had originally... suggested that Chaser and Whistler got together because the two families were rather influential, and they were rather strong, too.
Hay, Commander Hurricane was the first pegasus that could perform the Sonic Rainboom (that she knew of), and Storm Chaser's parents were great storm wranglers - with him not so far behind. Chaser had, however... not made the best of impressions on Wind Whistler, and Windstorm, too, did not seem to like him too much; trying to make the herd larger still was not an option.
"Not as much as his drive, however." Meadowlark interjected, and Celestia could hear the nails being driven into the coffin. "He approached us out of respect towards us. We could tell, as he asked for our permission to court our eldest daughter, that they wanted our blessing, but did not need it."
The mare stood resolutely next to her husband, her growing belly not detracting from her intimidating aura one bit. Actually, it might just have made her a little scarier.
Celestia could tell that they were holding back, though.
Chaser looked at her like she was a lifeline, though she felt like she might agree with Luna in the end (Luna's thoughts were pasted all over her face, or so they were to her, at least). But what could she do?
The crackling of static coming from the two adults' wings was so surprising that she actually widened her eyes - Luna did, too.
Storm Chaser was so outclassed, it ceased being funny, went beyond that, and became hilarious once more. She knew, from Luna and Clover, that Windstorm had 'figured out' how lightning was made - probably from a brush with Typhon and his ever-growing crazy weather powers - and was learning how to manipulate his own power to duplicate it; Starswirl, his son, and Comet Shine said that they were still researching weather magic!
Windstorm might have arrived with nothing but what he had carried himself, but being in the center of a big magical discovery certainly made him popular. He, and the way he could teach what he knew, was proof that all pegasus ponies were magical, not just the legends - and from there, it was but a minor step to prove that all ponies were, too. Starswirl's involvement in the research may have been ancillary, but that was simply because he was allowing Clover to get closer to them - they became rather close friends, after all, and felt like it was more their right than his.
Now, if only Chaser hadn't decided to get her involved... she had to think of something! She had to... oh! Remember what was that she had said when she introduced Whistler to Chaser! Maybe she could find something that would prevent her from getting tangled up in what should have been a private affair in the first place.
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Oh... oh no... it should have been private in the first place!
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"Reminiscing about old times?" Typhon called out, emerging from an archway that hadn't been there before.
"I am dreaming." Celestia stated, to which he nodded. "Ugh, but why that? It reminds me of the fact that I rarely made functioning couples..."
"You may have good fortune and intuition, but you could be pretty oblivious about romantic interactions." He said as the scene slowly turned into Cloudsdale in the past. "Sometimes in general; Starswirl only acted stern and dignified while inside the castle, but not his lab."
"Well, I preferred to see him like that. He was always so... focused and passionate about his discoveries." Celestia said, almost hearing him going into a spiel about his research, even if it was something simple, like color-swapping.
...
Actually, she could hear him.
She turned around, and was greeted by the inside of the old audience hall, with Luna and herself sitting at the highest seat in the hall, and the old goat himself ranting passionately about the three tribes.
After an... 'accident' with a color spell in his youth (before he even caught the attention of the unicorn courts), the magic stuck to his coat and irises, so they kept changing. Celestia thought it gave him character, although, seeing him again, 'wearing' Twilight Sparkle's color palette at the moment, made her ask herself why she never asked him to get rid of that.
Or get Clover to stop imitating it.
"Sorry." Typhon said, shrugging. "I kinda fell half-asleep for real, so we're only semi-lucid for now."
"Memories running down regular dreams?"
"Yup. Project not working the way I wanted. Tried reading. Wound up conking out on a sofa."
"What kind of project?"
"Something for protection. Mad alchemy, mad enchanting, mad metalworking, and generic magic science were involved." Typhon shook a little and patted his face, trying to prevent falling into a deeper slumber and dragging them off into a normal dream. "I remember this one time with a mad social scientist..."
"Ah... is there a discipline that does not have a practitioner with highly unorthodox methodology?" Celestia asked; starting to get more lucid herself. "It worries me that Twilight might come across one and get swept up in their... intensity."
"Good luck with that." Typhon chuckled. "Twilight's already a little off herself, and - just for starters - there's a mad botanist, a crazy artificer raver, and an alchemist candy-maker just in one section of Ponyville! The jury's still out on Pinkie, due to her casual approach, but if she starts 'improving' the ovens, or the baked goods themselves..."
"Wait, did you say 'botanist'? Like the one that made the glow-in-the-dark flower-based clock?" Celestia asked, images of Ponyville trapped under enormous black briars flashing through her mind. And the dreamscape.
"Kind of, but we have Dark Magician Luna, so the stupid black vines can't touch her." Typhon said, making Celestia look at him in mild confusion. "Alternate universe stuff."
"Where Luna is not as proficient in its use?" Celestia asked with a vague feeling of hope.
"For some odd reason despite being mistress of the night, yes. And it doesn't help any - in fact, it makes everything worse!" Typhon laughed quietly, particularly at the annoyed sneer on the face of the otherwise ladylike pony. "Couldn't fight back vines that disrupted normal magic, couldn't fight back a being that drained the magic out of a pony, and there are instances of ponies getting dangerous dark magic that she just couldn't deal with at all."
Celestia groaned and sighed and slumped on the 'ground'.
"Besides, what's the big deal? The more you understand the basic building blocks of ideas, the better! Darkness is awesome, so long as you don't get caught in any pitfalls, like thinking about 'absolute' power or 'true' power. Curiously enough, the one guy I expected to Understand that words like 'ultimate' are only useful for drama... doesn't." Typhon scratched his head, waving his hand around as the scene swirled into the interior of Sugarcube Corner. "Anyways, if I am here, it means that I was in your head before you even fell asleep. Come on, sit down and take a load off."
"There are several things on my mind lately." Celestia confessed, elegantly lowering herself at a table before taking a bite out of a dream donut. It was good, and made her smile in contentment. "However, how to get paperwork done is no longer one of them."
"The crown is heavy only if you don't wear it well." Typhon nodded. "If you don't get advantages out of something, then why do it?"
"For the benefit of the subje- oh, that would constitute as an 'advantage', wouldn't it?" Celestia's retort died at its own hooves, making her chuckle.
"See? Benefits all around. That includes stopping something worse, of course."
"Where you aware of Nightmare Moon before she came to be?" Celestia didn't take her eyes off her pastry, but could still see Typhon wincing at the edge of her vision.
"Kind of." He gestured with his hands. "It was the most likely outcome in the versions of Equestria that I have seen, but there have been others where you are the one that goes insane; some, it's both of you and it falls to Cadence, who obviously is immortal (or really, really long-lived) in that case, and existed at the time. In a few, it was even a gambit on Luna's part, pretending to desire an eternal night to get a callous version of yourself to avoid turning into a tyrant."
He paused, tapped a finger on the table, and looked towards the ceiling in contemplation.
"I still tried, though. The timeline doesn't like big changes, and let me tell you that killing Tiamat was a huge one... plus some things I did here and there... which we had to fight to keep them from getting cancelled out until they finally stuck for good. The timeline more or less tried fighting further big changes, so it was difficult to predict what would happen next or even stopping certain events. Had we succeeded in defeating Sombra before you arrived, it might have been possible to avert Nightmare Moon, though I don't know at what cost - something equally huge, at least."
The scenery started to bend and fall away, with small, polished crystals peeking from the ground, some slowly growing into the shape of buildings, with the largest, not unlike a needle, standing much, much taller. In the end, a sparkling city carved out of crystals stood in the soft morning light, the central spire was tall like a mountain, and just one of the arches holding it was enough to fit a house.
"Your best guess?"
"No Twilight Sparkle." He said, making Celestia suddenly stiffen. "And I don't know what would have happened to you; it was a big event in the development of your personality, too. Luna learned that she shouldn't get lost in her own darkness, you learned to pay more attention to your surroundings to prevent mistakes... even if you were still kind of self-deluded in that front."
"Nothing could be done, then." Celestia sighed.
"The timeline is malleable, but not that much, not with the resources we had and the mistakes we made." Typhon drummed his fingers on the table. "However, it also means that what I want to do is possible."
Celestia knew better than to ask right then, so she settled for another thing.
"What do you know of the Crystal Empire? Oh, and how often were you there?"
"I'm willing to bet 'more than its average citizen but less than Prospit' and 'almost all the time'. I started being in two places at once, you know."
"Could you have done something about the black rain?" As she spoke, a cloud started to darken and grow, blue lightning flashing from within as distressingly solid-looking black tendrils snaked about what was now an enormous storm; she noted that it was worryingly almost rivaling the size of the storm he himself had made at the time of his... rest.
"Let me guess, you had a feeling of dread wash over you, like being swallowed in a dark cave that just would not relent?" He asked as the clouds began to release an oil-black liquid that she refused to believe could have ever been water. He pointed upwards. "That, princess, is what happens when Void and Rage touch a person capable of calling rain."
Celestia's head snapped to look at him as the water started weighing down her mane, staining it and her coat.
"I had more than enough tethers to sanity and self-restraint, princess." He answered the unasked question. "I had practice, and help, and I need to remind you that there is more to darkness than fear and loathing."
Celestia gave a shaky breath, and, even if the feeling of the... liquid on her coat was making her skin crawl, and she could taste the rage of the lightning... it still smelled like rain.
Mournful, sad... almost normal, really. Fighting off something, just so that it would not go further than that.
"I saw Sombra kill and then possess my friend, Celestia." He whispered, dejected, but his voice was still carried over the sounds of lightning and rainfall. "I... got news that he is not dead, that he managed to hold on to his life, if just barely. Sombra came by surprise, and enslaved all of our friends in the city, and that was just with misaligned magic half-understood from stolen notes. If it were not for the special projects that we started precisely to counter him, I don't know how many lives would have been lost."
He stood quietly as large arch grew out of a large crystal, as if made of blue vines that snaked and coiled around one another, with another appearing further away, and another, until they reached the end of the road. The rain bent out of the way, stopped by an invisible archway connecting them.
"These are the eastern ones, and the closest ones to competition." He said. "They might have not been ready at one-hundred percent, but I wasn't going to let him get away with it. I never figured that I would have to face him directly, though, nor that he would have angered me like so... I was not about to underestimate Sombra, however, so I actually asked for this 'corruption'."
"I... see." Celestia stared at the human, trying to see if...
"No, while my body and mind wasn't exactly meant to wield powers pertaining to another Aspect, there are no lasting effects if you can go back to your previous mentality. I had help." He said, while the grim scene slowly washed away and turned into the atrium of Windstorm's mansion in Las Pegasus. Classic pegasus architecture, with everything made of clouds, with plenty of columns, space, and the occasional bust or statue of an important pony. "I know how to ignore the whispers, and, for all of the impressive Grim-dark look... it doesn't actually change a dang thing, so my 'transformation' actually sucks."
Celestia blinked. He was, after all, challenging everything she believed. Darkness was - to her - a path not worth it; too dangerous, like a tightrope in the dark, with plenty of... things trying to make one fall. It was bad enough that Twilight already wanted to learn it, nevermind Luna teaching it, now she had to deal with somepo- someone that claimed to run along the path and found it unhelpful. Something famed for being addictive and twisting hearts, yet he gave it up because it couldn't twist him. She knew some dark magic, of course, since it was only sensible to know something in the case she found herself confronted by another user, to better understand the principles and how to counter them, but this?
"Let me put it this way. Even if I wasn't as reluctant to fight or use violence as Clover, I still hate to actually hurt others if there's another way; something that doesn't change just because I am angry enough to actually strike at him." He plopped down on a couch of suspiciously the perfect length to let him rest his head and feet. "I still gained some spill-over benefits from the portions of my Aspect I ceded to those two, but the aggressiveness combined with my philosophies meant that I was a pacifist blood-knight, which is as lame as it sounds. On the other hand, mental combat means that I give eldritch horrors Sanity damage."
It wasn't his fault! Not completely, anyways. Like it was his fault that their 'vast, expanded consciousnesses' and 'incomprehensible natures' were so often vulnerable to being told 'no', or to thaumaturgic principles, or Truth, or semantics, or philosophy. Well, the deluded ones with the big overblown egos, anyways, since there were quite a few that were so... Them, and worthy of the nature, like Discord.
Still, the look on the face of that wizard! He was ranting about how it should not have been possible for 'a mere human' to look that deeply into the eyes of the local flavor of Fae royalty, only for Typhon to ask 'What about a Buddhist monk? Or someone with the right siddhis?' and see his brain fry itself over ignored possibilities. Typical, ignoring something just because it's out of view.
Of course, being a Dersite with the favor of a few horrors himself didn't do any damage. Or that he was not a 'mere' anything. Or that 'mere humans' did not exist as such.
"Save for Discord. Or you. Or your sister. Playing the game, no matter how oddly or how many loopholes you exploit, is much too different from trying to butt in and outright trash all of its rules, after all." He also grumbled something that Celestia could swear sounded like 'purged Luna is still more powerful than me'.
A lightbulb in Celestia's mind went 'ping!'
The Elements!
More specifically, Twilight and her friends!
"I have thought of something." Celestia said, the small, happy motherly smile clashing terribly against the spark of deviousness in her eyes.
"Would I be correct in assuming that I won't get a straight answer if I ask?" Typhon felt a small chill on the back of his neck.
"Would you give one?" Celestia spoke with that same smile, never allowing it to turn into a grin... which was more worrying.
"I suppose I earned that one."
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(Ponyville, Library, three days later)
Twilight Sparkle released the scroll, allowing it to gently flutter to the floor.
It was not voluntarily, as it had done so due to her magic fizzling out.
"The princess wants what?!" Spike shrieked a little at the end, but it would be for naught.
"The princess wants me to reform him."
The LoHAVs just keep coming! I can't downvote fast enough!
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If you are going to downvote something just because you don't like the premise, don't. It's stupid.
If you genuinely don't like it, then that's OK. If you are simply butthurt that there are authors that think that following a trend is cruise control for 'cool', then don't vote, either.
I actually put thought in my story, and actually make an effort with the grammar. Besides, this was earlier than the first wave of junkfics - at least, as far as I could tell.
There are genuinely good ones out there, and people seem to like this one, so 'being a LoHaV-inspired story' can't be enough reason for casting a vote before reading the fic.
Please use your brain in the future, it was given to you for a reason, and I hate seeing them go to waste.
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What if my reason was all of the above?
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So long as you read it, and genuinely didn't like it, I can take the downvote without complaint. You didn't like what I wrote, and that's that. With or without criticism (real, positive one, not just negative trolling), it's alright.
If it aligned with the other 'reasons', it doesn't matter, because you would have judged the story for itself as well. I thank you for the time you gave my story.
If you didn't read it and just downvoted for all of the other 'reasons', as your comment implied, then I just give a facepalm of disappointment and decide that the vote is just a sign of people wasting their time and wanting to give the authors a hard time.
But not me. I mean, someone clicked a thumbs down because they couldn't be bothered to read? No skin off my nose.
4850836 Nope. I read it, all right. It was just as bland and uninspired as all the rest.
4850590 ..Little late to the hate train.
Let's make this chapter the criticism dump.
First, this has been great and you continue to have my attention.
Your special dragon came out of literally no where and single handedly organised a almost total reworking of the political position of changelings in a day. She did so using less then an hour's worth of debate and the aid of a number of politically powerful changelings she just happened to meet on a train. Why?
Why hadn't this been done at any point in the last 1000 years or however long it has been since the breath guy was stoned? If we say that his presence is the key, then we have to assume that he helped everything occur in some way. He had no direct hand which is viable, so he had no direct hand. the changeling event is fading out of relevance, so it is to late for any good reveal on the subject. What we know is now what we care to know.
We could say that it was organised before breath guy got free, but then it looses its connection to him. We could say it was organised by the disorganized chaotic blessings of the breeze, but even if breath guy was the focal point which made this possible, he could have preformed that kind of blessing from the statue. Basically, she just came out of no where and solved a huge and contrived political problem we didn't care about or fully understand in an instant when she should have already solved it. I can see no reason for this other than letting her be "awesome", but handing her a sudden problem which should be incredibly difficult and letting her solve it in an instant with no effort and sub-par tactics just destroys my suspension of disbelief AND my ability to care about amazing things which occur in your universe. I don't think I have to explain what kind of damage you do when you remove the legitimacy of any and all shocking events in your story.
Immediately thereafter, horrid creatures that feed on fear like the changelings feed on love are revealed to be a thing which exists which celestia knows nothing of. The dragon then proves them to be useful and practices the spirit of harmony far better then celestia has in her hundereds of years of ruling as a good monarch who cares. Everyone just gets along with the creatures of nightmares like nothing is wrong. It basically shows everyone in this little cult to be absolutely ridiculously wonderful people.
We are then told of a time when the breath player was attacked and proceeded to PEACE AWAY HIS ENEMIES. This is a total power move. It seems like a blood move but there is plenty of class overlap I am not about to argue about what a homestuck claspect means when translated into a new universe. The point is, he is now shown to be the ones who planted the seeds which became his cult of harmony which contains only members more peaceful then celestia herself.
Now, sudden things are not bad, especially since heirs and breath players both seem to be generators for wacky nonsense happening on its own. Talking up the glory of your characters is not bad either, heros happen and are often interesting and secret societies are cool to. The largest problem in this is that you are trying to convince us of how awsome they are by simply stating extremely unlikely scenarios featuring nothing we have ever heard of before.
There was alot of other stuff that was good
there was also this
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Ah, see, the dead session doesn't quite (completely) wreck the planet, even though the entry is by means of kernelsprite black hole. The black hole sucks the planet and its sun in, and, once the player passes the challenge of the planets and obtains all of the leprechauns/helpers, the player's original planet gets turned into a Land of X and Y with consorts and miscellaneous challenges and whatever - that was what I was proposing, Equestria could be the planet 'reborn' as a land full of ponies.
As for my comments about the transit, I meant it as "the 'space' between universes sees this guy, goes 'hey, this kinda looks like that thing from the place, but he doesn't have powers! Ah well, that's easy enough to correct'."
The four objects are the means, by the way, since they are magical.
Malideus.
The Rise of Darth Vulcan.
"F*** it! I'm having fun!" was cancelled and taken off, however.
As for the speculation, there is a wiki. Here is the page for Classes and this is the one for Aspect.
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I feel like I should mention that, though the only thing I was formally diagnosed with was ADD (which has had a lot of its edge taken off), I suspect I have other things, like Aspergers, and I definitely have a case of depression. Weird pacing/concepts/whatever may be the result of non-standard thinking, as - quite obviously - I cannot write something if I do not think about it, and what does remain of the ADD keeps me... busy.
Alright. First, there is no political situation on Changelings - there is folklore on changelings - something that needs to be taken into account in case that Chryssy does something stupid.
The reason they all met in the same day was because it was not coincidence. The Ascension could be seen for quite the distance, and it was the signal that was agreed. I am now realizing that there is no allusion to it in the story itself, which is a problem I should have addressed.
Why? Because Discord, that's why. Discord was the last great even in the timeline that they most definitely could NOT interfere with, lest they mess it up. Also, relations with Chryssy had been shaky, but nonetheless 'not awful'.
Luna told Celestia about the bogeys, addressing in particular those that scare ponies, but not all of them take the direct approach in feeding on fear, and some can be easily avoided. Think Scootaloo, giving the Olden Pony another horseshoe.
Celestia, for her part, simply thought Luna was getting too much into the stories.
I know I'm not that good, and I don't make any favors to myself with my thought process... or the way I present certain things... I just shrug and keep going, because I'm sick of doing nothing all day. I write along what I think up, because I don't want the story to grind to a halt.
I have plenty of events already thought up, but those parts that connect them... I have to fit something in there; I'll take anything.
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That still leaves the question of why they waited. Like, all the changelings had to do to stop being a myth was walk up to celestia and be like "yo, we cool bra'?"
There is no need to wait however long it takes for the assention to occur. Just agree to do it on the 24th or something.
And what exactly IS there to reform about him?
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That's the joke. It's an excuse - hence the surprise.
Something has to be done about the masses; after all, if Celly thought that Discord's public standing could be improved...
I enjoy this story greatly, even if it is a bit confusing to read. I believe I've put all the pieces together so far, but I'm still not sure. Hell, everything could have been explained already, but went over my head due to the type of writing you put forth. I can't wait for the next chapter, I enjoy this story compared to other displaced stories simply because it's so different and deep.
I reread most of the story again (the important parts) in order to make better sense of it. I have some questions though and would really appreciate it if someone could answer them for me:
1. was Typhon the husband of Wind Whistler?
2. is Typhon the head of the storm family?
3. are Typhon and Windstorm one and the same? Or better yet, is Windstorm the pony version of Typhon?
I do have one more question, but it has more to do with the game this story is based off of. I don't know much about it, so the question may come out as a bit naive. My question is this: Is Typhon, for lack of a better description, the god of the wind (in this version of Equestria)?
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Ah, well, Homestuck is actually a webcomic... serving as the framing device for one of those adventure games where you input commands... which is about a bunch of kids that play a game with far too much impact on their lives that most are comfortable with. It's a huge mess and you are given answers and questions at the same time, only that you aren't guaranteed to have made the questions being answered, or that the questions made are going to be answered any time soon.
I am trying to imitate a little of that, but without the ludicrous length between each - Andrew is fond of showing scenes way out of order, and intersperse them, sometimes shoving entire story arcs in between before you can get to know just what is supposed to be going on.
You seem to have caught some of the smaller threads, so, if you are attentive, you can learn the answer before I come forward with it. Still, I can say that his opinion holds much sway in the family...
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Thanks for the information regarding Homestuck. I haven't heard of it before reading this story so I didn't really know what I was getting into. I figured the story was based around some type of text based RPG because of the words used such as command prompts and such.
it bothers me to no end that you aren't going to give me a strait answer. still, with that last sentence you've given me enough of an answer, I suppose, regarding Typhon's relation to Wind Whistler (Still would like a strait answer, but beggars can't be choosers).
I have two questions I'd like answered now, one that i just thought off and the other I feel you didn't really answer. Does Celestia know about the true relationship between Typhon and Wind Whistler?
And finally, I still didn't get an idea regarding the extent of Typhon's powers. In the flashbacks you suggested, through the eyes of Luna and Celestia, Typhon was capable of creating large storms, horrendous enough that it could possibly destroy Canterlot if created within the city. That was before Typhon's ascension. Through the story it was obvious Typhon always used as little of his power when fighting in order to conceal his true might. Now, given what I have learned so far along with my little-to-no knowledge of Homestuck, it sounds like Typhon is a god of the wind (yes? no?). If he truly wanted to, it seems he could easily destroy all of Equestria with his powers.
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Well, Celestia was aware that Typhon felt something for her enough to go ballistic over her death - sadly, only at the event...
As for the extent, his conscious, outright control isn't as large as his subtler, or indirect abilities. He could make the storm because he had lost it, and the Breeze responded in kind. Now, he could make something similar in scope deliberately, though not for long - his energy is not infinite, though it doesn't impact his stamina the way magic use seems to affect the ponies.
As for being a god... more or less, yes. A top-level 'player' is essentially a demigod in-universe, and the God-Tiers are not hyperbole - frankly a player-character as-is would be absurdly powerful without the boost in ability and power granted through Ascension, so it had to be toned down a 'bit'. The Aspect is not limited to a single interpretation of the word, since 'Light' can be 'knowledge', 'view', 'point of view', and even 'fortune' ("fortune is the distilled essence of light"); likewise, the classes can do some freaky things... the Rouge of Breath could steal peoples' "breath" (that is, making them talk a lot, for example) without being Ascended, while the Thief of Light could steal luck from her enemies (making them have fatal accidents immediately afterwards, and use the luck to alter the outcome of events in her favor), and the Rouge of Void can steal an object's 'non-existence' (that is, she can make things appear from nothing). Void players can prevent people from spying on their whole session, as well as provide holes in the perception of otherwise 'omniscient' beings, avoid detection (it's in the word itself, after all), and become invisible...
Etcetera.
It kind of fits neatly in a world where the sun and moon require a manual start-up, a pony can browbeat a dragon a hundred times her size, you can fly the speed of sound if you try really hard, and the feelings of the sophonts become a nigh-unstoppable power in the shape of rainbows. Kinda like the Aspect of Hope (sans multichromatic phenomenons), which is the most powerful in the universe(s) of Homestuck.
Therefore, Typhon refers to the aspects when talking about ponies and their personalities. And they don't have the same restriction as he does about sticking to one - alicorns certainly don't stick to any one tribe, after all. Well, some times, a player can have their role or aspect 'corrupted' by another, particularly if something happens to their mentality, but I doubt I need to say that just switching isn't something that simply 'happens'.
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Thanks for all the information, it really brought light to a lot of my confusion. So, if anger triggered the large storm in the past, which is something he can control today, what would happen if he lost it now? What kind of power could he unleash unto the world?
Sorry for all of the questions, I just wanted things cleared up. I really love this story and having these holes are just killing me. Honestly, I think I understand the story better now then I did before thanks to your answers. To this extent, maybe you should add the tragedy tag to the story, it really is sad. Given what I've learned so far I'm making the assumption that Typhon and Wind Whistler are the head of the Storm family. If this is true, I can't help but smile warmly thinking that Typhon is Derpy's great great great great great etc. grandfather (or twice removed uncle or something). This thought resulted my mind going off on a tangent, the end result being: Holy crap, Derpy can be considered a demigod!
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Because, frankly, trying to explain Homestuck is a task too daunting for any mere mortal man. Here's the wiki to get you a quick start, though actually reading the comic is preferable.
Word of warning: The beginning is slow and silly... sillier, in any case. The comic is reader-influenced (used to be reader-directed to an extent) and the author needed the fanbase to get the randomness of his previous comic (Problem Sleuth) out of their collective systems so that he could get started with the new one - since it had an actual plot, unlike the more 'by the seat of my pants' style of PS. Homestuck really picks up during the second act, although people complain a bit about the first part of the fifth arc, since some thought it was leaving too much on hold.
Then the Act Five finale happened and no-one cared any more. Interesting fact: Andrew put the Finale in a mirror server - Newgrounds's - because his own wouldn't be able to handle the strain from all the readers... careful inspection of the logs reveals that Newgrounds crashed about three minutes after "Cascade" was officially released.
can we expect a new chapter from you sometime in the future?
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I've been having trouble writing lately, but yes. I just have trouble making sure one thing leads into the other.
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I'm sorry... other than requiring basic knowledge of Homestuck (because like hell it can be explained - it's one of those things you have to see for yourself) it also contains a lot of other elements and references...
The invasion would be a little something 'borrowed' from Dark Souls, where players could fight one another appearing as specters on the 'world' of another player...
Things have been slow on this end, though... there are several incomplete chapters that can happen interchangeably, so it's just a question of actually completing something...
So... I decided to read/play homestuck for a little bit. Soon afterwards I questioned what it was I was doing... I still don't have an answer.
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Trust me, It took me like a full month before I just sat down and powered through act 1. I fully believe act 1 is the worst of the series (with the possible exception of act 5.1) but it did give a lot of necessary information. Once I began Act 2, I found myself reading well into the 5-6 AM range before I realized how late/early it was and went to bed. Seriously Power through Act 1 and Act 5.1(I think) they are very slow and kind of boring but the rest are just amazing.
5448489 That's about right, really.
5446530 The general consensus amongst the fans of Homestuck is that Act 1 is shit. Everything after Act 1 is -the- shit, instead.
Just really, take your time when you're powering through it, because everything gets ridiculously complicated due to time shenanigans, alternate reality shenanigans, and the Huss. (IE: Andrew Hussie, the author.)
After all, you cannot beat Hussie in a troll-off, he is simply the best there is. And he spends a loooooooot of time trolling the fans.
Ye think ye can do jacknoirshit to change him into something he isn't? Ha! Yer chances are zero! He practically embodies truth! Ye idiots. Trying to delude him into being more co-operative is impossible. If he wants to, he will. Never before. Don't forget ye can not change when he wants to.
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The joke's on Typhon and Twilight, since he was never evil, thus Twilight has to think of a way that - after all of the hullabaloo his escape made - would make it evident that he is a good guy. And Typhon has to play along, because seriously, can you resist a pony's pouty-face? 'Cuz he totally can't.
5510563 Ye, lol Buttlestia is just doing what's in her nature. Being a butt. Btw, I'm on page 7000 (approx) on homestuck and have therefore read around 5100 pages. In two weeks. P.S. Maybe...... Okay I have no chance.
As soon as I saw egbert I was like sold
5614171 No thank you. I prefer not to read Homestuck. Way too much... Homestuck for my tastes. However, just because it's a crossover doesn't mean we can go with no explanation whatsoever. I found this while randomly browsing stories, and discarded it just as quickly as I found it because none of it made any sense to me. Maybe some of you might read Homestuck, but there are some of us who don't, nor do we wish to read it. A little explanation would be appreciated, rather than being left in the dark about anything to do with this story.
Though, even if I did know about Homestuck, I probably wouldn't have stuck with this. The character's too... wishy washy I suppose is the best I could describe this. I'm given no reason to like him, no reason to want to know more, and no reason to want to know why everything happened the way it did. I get that there was some misunderstanding, but the way the author writes, I just don't feel any investment into the story.
Number two and three are clearly Vinyl and Bon-bon, but who is the botanist?
What I think of is "The Empty Room" by Wonderer D
This really confuses me, ask what and how and what did he earn? Lacking context.