Stories set in the Oversaturated World, some silly, some less so.
The western Badlands were aptly named. With rain being as scarce there as Pinkie was hyperactive, the area was perpetually dry. Cracks permeated the sun-scorched earth, and only the hardiest of life forms could survive there, magic or not.
It was in that inhospitable place, with nigh but tumbleweeds for company, did something wholly unusual happen. Without warning, a jagged portal appeared, and two men stepped through the gash.
The first had the grizzled expression of a hardened warrior, with a five-o’clock shadow to match. He wore tan and lavender robes, their edges lined with fur, under a navy blue half-cape. His long black hair was streaked with grey, and pinned in place by a pewter hairpiece. A straight scabbard rested on his belt.
The second had the bearing and appearance of an aristocrat, composed and in control. His robes were blue, decorated with patterns of falling snow that matched his pristine white hair. In his hand was an elaborate smoking pipe, and on his head sat an equally elaborate diadem of silver and crystal.
Both took stock of their surroundings. His brow furrowing, the man with the pipe took a long puff and sighed. “Well,” he began, “This place looks—“
However, he was cut off. Because Sunset Shimmer had seen the wound in spacetime along with the two men who appeared from it, and only just now finished politely excusing herself from band practice with the girls.
Naturally, when she manifested herself directly in front of the pair, arms crossed in frustration, they were rather shocked.
“Woah!” the swordsman exclaimed, leaping to the side with his hand poised to draw.
“—promising,” the aristocrat finished. Then, he blinked at Sunset. “Why, hello there. What, may I ask, is a fine young lady such as yourself doing in a place like this?”
“That’s what you ask first?” said the swordsman, no longer reeling. “Not ‘how did you just appear out of nowhere?’ or even ‘do you need some ointment for your massive sunburns?’”
Sunset groaned. “I should be the one asking you questions. Considering you two kinda just tore a gaping hole in the fabric of the universe. Which, I might add, I’ve been working very hard to hold together 24/7.”
The swordsman scratched his nose and thought for a moment. “Oh, so you’re some kind of god, then? I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“I don’t like to think so, but that is the common consensus, yes,” Sunset replied, still unamused. “My name is Sunset Shimmer. I watch over this world, and protect it from magical threats. That said, I’m going to assume you are one unless you can convince me otherwise.”
The swordsman’s face paled a bit, and he glanced over to the aristocrat. “What should I do?” he asked.
The aristocrat waved his hand noncommittally. “I couldn’t say. I’m just a spectator here, after all.”
The swordsman sighed. “Well, I’m Shāng Bù Huàn, and this guy next to me goes by Lǐn Xuě Yā. And we’re, uhh, looking for a safe place.”
Sunset’s eyebrow rose. “Really, now? Define ‘safe place’ for me.”
“You know,” began Bù Huàn, “a world without any crazy villians or demon lords. Somewhere secure.”
“We’re refugees,” said Xuě Yā.
Sunset made a show of sizing up the both of them. Bù Huàn looked uneasy. “Yeah, not buying it,” she said. “If that’s the case, why are there only two of you?”
“Stop lying all the time, Xuě Yā!” exclaimed Bù Huàn. “You made it worse!”
“I didn’t think you were actually going to try and tell this woman the truth,” he replied calmly. “If she is lying, we could be dooming thousands by believing her. And if she isn’t, she may smite us for our insolence.”
“I don’t know why I put up with you…” Bù Huàn muttered to himself.
Sunset cleared her throat. “Why are you actually here?”
Bù Huàn scratched his nose again. “The short answer? I’m trying to get rid of a bunch of powerful magic swords I don’t want falling into the wrong hands.”
“Magic swords,” repeated Sunset. “In plural?”
Xuě Yā nodded. “I believe he has thirty-five in his possession at the moment. Each one is capable of slayings gods and demons alike.”
Sunset’s jaw slowly dropped.
“So, now you know,” said Bù Huàn. “After we look around here for a while, and if it turns out this world of yours actually is safe, I was thinking you could find a good place to put them. Maybe? It would be a huge relief.”
Sunset snapped. “I am not letting you offload thirty-five god slaying swords here!”
“Actually, he’d be keeping the Infinity Carver, so thirty-four,” noted Xuě Yā. “We’d require that one if the need to return here arose.”
“Like that makes a difference?” shouted Sunset. “Yeah, still a no.”
“What? Why not?” Bù Huàn asked, frowning. “They can be useful, otherwise I would have just destroyed them all already.”
Sunset facepalmed. “Look, Bù Huàn, was it? I’m sure they are quite useful. But I pretty much am a god; you think I’d be comfortable keeping them around? Not only that, Earth, the world you’re on right now, already has far too much extradimensional magic for comfort. If these swords of yours are as dangerous as you say, just bringing them here might end up adding enough energy to destabilize reality enough that it becomes beyond my ability to fix. Then the universe would implode.”
Bù Huàn blanched. “Uhh…”
This prompted an identical reaction in Sunset. “Oh Celestia, you brought them all here with you.”
“It’s ok!” he assured. “Eh, probably. They’re all bound in a sealing scroll, and the scroll is locked within my qi.”
Sunset sighed in relief. “Thank goodness. For a second there, I thought their magic was so foreign I couldn’t sense them, and that our doom approached as we spoke.”
Bù Huàn chuckled awkwardly.
“So,” said Xuě Yā suddenly, “I take it you’d wish us to leave immediately?”
“That would be ideal, yes,” agreed Sunset, nodding.
Bù Huàn shook his head. “It’s always something or other with these extradimensional realms. I’m starting to think we should have just stayed in Dōng Lí.”
“Oh, it’s not all bad,” said Xuě Yā. “I did just have the pleasure of utterly humiliating a giant, mallet-wielding penguin not two hours ago, after all.”
Bù Huàn rolled his eyes at that. “Speak for yourself, why don’t you?”
Sunset tapped her foot impatiently. “Less banter, more exiting, please.”
“Right. Sorry. Let’s go, Xuě Yā.”
With that, the two of them stepped back towards the portal, their garments fluttering in the dry winds. About thirty seconds after they passed though, it stitched itself shut from the other side.
Sunset took a deep breath, confirming with her senses that the damage was completely reversed. Then, an idea popped into her head, which she then voiced aloud to better cement internally. “Hmm. Maybe I could have Ditzy track those two down if the angst monsters ever become too much to handle. But for now, it’s back to shredding some strings.”
She then vanished, and the Badlands were once again empty.
I never planned to contribute to this originally, but once I get a good idea, it itches to be born. So have a silly crossover. That said, I shall give a box of internet cookies to anyone who actually recognizes where these characters are from.
~ Thought Prism
Personally, I haven't the slightest clue. Though if you're wondering how those two got past Ms. Harshwhinny, the answer is obvious. They cut in line.
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... Yeah that's a lot better than my original title.
Thunderbolt Fantasy
That pun at the end may be the best part of this.
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Really saw hints and such but never really confirmed. Was kidna ahrd to keep track in this story.
So what is this a reference to, if anything? I can't say it's ringing any bells.
8088449 From googling their names, it appears 8088118 was right. It's from a show called Thunderbolt Fantasy.
8088643 You'd let THAT littel detail stop you?
Besides, they did it in the anime.
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Indeed. Have your cookies. (Pretend you're this guy:)
It wasn't until a few hours later that Sunset, responding to some instinctive urge, returned to realise that a firmly non-magical sword and dagger (previously hidden under some kind of invisibility ward) were sticking in the ground of the badlands more-or-less exactly where the two extra-dimensional visitors had been standing. The two weapons were definitely non-magical. There was absolutely no doubt about it. Every test that Twilight and Discord could do to analyse it proved that they were two completely-mundane constructions of steel with brass and and quartz decorations in fine-tooled leather sheaths.
This indubitable fact didn't make Sunset any happier about the fact that the rapier and its matched main-gauche had visibly sparked as if charged with static electricity when Sunset touched them for the first time. It also didn't change the fact that these weapons, which Sunset had never seen before, had her Cutie Mark at the join of blade, guard and hilt made out of shaped coloured crystal. There were no prophetic dreams; there were no strange magical signs (beyond Sunset's own magic very occasionally reacting to the weapons in odd ways that might have been more to do with the crystalline decorations); there was certainly no indication that either weapon could do anything other than what they were overtly designed to do.
Sunset was still worried.
Twilight was quite worried when she visited one day to find the sheathed weapons sitting on a chair opposite Sunset in her apartment. Her girlfriend was staring at them as if she was daring them to speak to her or something similar. After a moment, Twilight broke the silence. "So, what are you going to do with them? Are you going to magic them out of existence?"
"That's my first impulse but no. I don't trust coincidence and I suspect that destroying them would probably break something somewhere. Until I know what's going on, I'm keeping these things where I can keep an eye on them. I don't trust them not to turn out to have a prophecy about them somewhere!" Sunset grimaced unhappily. "Anyway, I've already tried to give them to Trixie's mom and dad; a magical antiques and curios shop is the best place for them but..." The bacon-haired not-a-goddess ran a hand through her hair. "They keep on turning up here in the morning."
Twilight blinked at that news. "Are you still sure...?"
"The only trace of magic is my own Thaumic Signature, which worries me. Whatever is happening isn't intrinsic to the rapier and dagger but is some aspect of my own magic that I can't sense consciously."
Twilight considered Sunset's worried expression for a few seconds before she finally decided that she needed to ease the tension of the moment. Thanks to her association with Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, she concluded that thumour was the way to go. "You could always ask Ruby! I'm sure she could get someone to draft a prophecy about them for you!" Twilight giggled at her girlfriend's stricken expression. " The lavender-hued mage took a dramatic pose. "They could call it: 'Sunset Shimmer and the Legend of the Sun Blades'!"
Sunset's mouth worked silently for a moment. "No," she said at last. "Just... No."
Twilight decided to try her second line of attack and sat down next to Sunset and draw her into an affectionate hug. There is no reason whatsoever to believe that, just as the two girls' attention was diverted, a strange-hued rainbow of seven colours ran along the length of the well-crafted but seemingly-mundane weapons.
I wanna see this expanded upon!
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May I use this in the next batch?
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So, basically what I said then, different canon.
Also, how does one get to Shining Armor from what had to be a Greek/Mediterranean sounding name, assuming it's an adopted/altered name like Gideon Jura is for Kytheon Ioras?
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Please! Go ahead!
8089097
Along comes a pony stallion (adopted, he's of Saddle Arabian parentage) named Carrot-
Oh, no, too ostentatious for that.
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Huh. Somebody actually wrote a sequel to something I wrote, despite it being only somewhat related. That's a first. I'm flattered.
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I wasn't planning on it, but you could always just watch the show this is crossing over with: Thunderbolt Fantasy. Or, as I like to call it, the single most badass puppet show of all time. I mean, just look at the opening:
This story does kinda spoil a major plot point for the ending, though.
8099702 EEEXXXXPPAAAAANNNDDDD!!!!!
plz...
EEEE Thunderbolt Fantassyyyyy Yes! So hyped for their next show.
Wait..... did one of them Humiliate Dedede?