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Eyeswirl the Weirded


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Ah, social pressures. From dressing like others to keeping quiet about what you really think of things, just about all of us have something to fear from those we think to be our "peers", don't we? This is true for some ponies more than others, especially when fondness for one outside their circle may go a little beyond enjoying a common mare's music, or giving a royal listener the occasional friendly glance.

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The classism bit does irk me, but it doesn't seem as bad as a lot of fics out there, you don't seem to be partaking on noble bashing and the grand glorious revolution and the NLR. I see potential here, an unusual paring, hetOctavia, and good Blueblood. Personally I'm looking forward to Celestia's reaction to them. I see much hugs

"Perhaps," she said with a frown, "but, well..." She waved a forehoof over her forehead, which pointedly didn't collide with anything pointy.

Ah, right, of course. *growls*

She would have giggled at the impression, but the sentiment was a little too sad. While not even close to nobility herself, Octavia was far from poor. Or having to do manual labor. "The main derogatory term for the wealthy is 'snobby jerks', actually."
He blinked. "Oh. I guess that actually does sortof fit, then, for most."

It really does.

"I'm ranting a bit, aren't I?"

More like rambling, but, kinda, yeah.

So the premise was quite interesting, and the story itself wasn't too bad at all. I'd love to see where this goes!

I suddenly like this ship.

Ever read "The Truth"? For a moment I thought this fic was a prequel to it. :derpytongue2:

This has the potential to be very interesting. It is certainly different, at least. Let's see where things go, shall we?

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I have, but neither of them are changelings here, just to get that out of the way. :twilightsmile:

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Are we talking about the same fic? They are not there either.

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I may have been thinking of a different Bluetavia fic, but the little green checkmark tells me I did read it at some point. :derpyderp2:

Oh, certainly, he'd been able to prevent outright chaos and riots with some clever word choice and a bit of lying, but standing in for Celestia when the sun failed to rise on the day of the Summer Sun Celebration had proven to be the most exhaustive experience of his life.

I've known Blueblood was an okay dude for a while. Thank you Sir Author for realizing it too.

"Yes... They don't let you play if you can't keep a perfectly straight face?"

I hope she turns out to be different than the cold, stoic type she's depicted as so often.

"Do you ever get tired of pretending?"
The answer was immediate, even if his expression didn't change in the slightest. "Very. You?"
She giggled. "Yes!"

Ship it! It fits, it ships!

she should be shocked that he just vaguely accused the Princess of the Sun of practicing necromancy,

Don't tell me the Elements of Harmony do not use Dark Magic themselves. We've seen all the mighty things they can do.

"I'm ranting a bit, aren't I?"
Octavia giggled. "I prefer to think of it as rambling, sounds a little less crazy."

Since when is rambling a bad thing? If a woman wants to ramble on and on, I just let her go for it.

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