Chapter Three - Dinner with Maria
I groan as I lie sprawling over my star, thankfully it isn’t as bad as last night. Tonight, everything is simply sore. Last night I was seriously considering running myself through with my scythe, but couldn’t bear moving to even make the attempt.
As much as I am tempted to just continue wallowing in self pity and pain, I had promised Maria that I would come to dinner so, struggling to my feet, I set off for the Apple family farm. I don’t want to be late, after all.
About a minute after Mare leaves, Luna and Celestia creep up the stairwell.
“So this is where she lives?” says Luna, looking around, “I must say, it is rather… bare.”
“Mare does not have much in the way of possessions,” Celestia says, crossing the room, “just an enchanted box of keepsakes. I think she keeps it under a false flagstone… ah, here we are.”
“I know we are trying to help her, but this still doesn’t feel right,” says Luna, as Celestia lifts up a small box from the floor.
“That's because it probably isn’t,” says Celestia, “but we are doing it anyway, now help me prepare.”
“Settle down, I’m comin’.” says Applejack, as the insistent knocking continues, honestly, who can it be at this hour?
Apple Bloom perks up in curiosity from her bored slump and Big Mac looks up from his reading. Applejack opens the door.
“Hello, my name is Mare, I’m a grim reaper, is Maria home?”
Applejack looks at the figure, to her dark clothes, giant scythe, and annoyed expression. “Umm, ‘scuse me for a second.” before politely closing the door.
She turns to her siblings, who both wore confused expressions.
“Any idea who that was?” says Applejack.
“Nnope.” says Big Mac.
“Who's Maria?” says Apple Bloom.
“Ah think that’s Granny’s first name.” says Applejack.
“Eeyup.”
“Whats a grim reaper want with Granny?” says Apple Bloom, with childlike innocence.
Applejack and Big Mac share a glance. “Nothing, I hope.”
“Eeyup.”
Applejack sighs. “Well, better tell Granny she’s got someone to see her, and hope nothing comes of it.”
Applejack walks into the kitchen. “Granny, you’ve got-” Her breath catches in her throat.
“Dinner will be a minute er ten, anything I can getcha to drink?” says Granny, standing by the stove and checking on the stew.
“Juice please.” says the grim reaper, who is sitting nonchalantly on the counter next to the open window.
Granny turns around and spots Applejack standing in the door. “Oh hey there Applejack, Allow me ter introduce Mare, a real ol’ friend of mine, she’ll be joining us fer dinner, be a dear and get her some juice, pretty sure we’ve got some fresh in the fridge.”
Applejack looks at the being called Mare, then back to her elderly, yet spritely Granny, then back again to the grim reaper who is apparently her friend. Then she does what she is told, and then walks back to her siblings.
“This. Explains. So much!” says Applejack, as her siblings share confused glances.
“Hey everypony, wash up, dinners ready, I’ve got someone I’d like you all to meet.” Granny calls from the kitchen.
The Apple siblings all exchange worried looks, before going to the bathroom to wash up.
“Are you sure you have brought enough invisible chalk Luna?”
“I don’t know, I can’t seem to find it…”
“That had better not be a joke or I swear to Faust...”
I sit down at the Apple Family table as Granny sets the table for five. By the time she starts ladling stew into bowls, the other three Apples show up. I assume these are the grandkids Maria was talking about. There aren’t any additional place settings, I wonder where the parents are.
The smallest one bounces up and sits next to me. “Hi, my name is Apple Bloom, is your name really Mare?”
“That's what I call myself, so I guess so.” I say
“Didn’t yer parents give you a name?” asks Apple Bloom.
I shrug. “I never had any, so I don’t know.”
This throws the filly for a little bit, but she rallies quickly. “But, why do you call yourself Mare, isn’t that like a stallion calling himself stallion?”
“But I’m not a mare, I’m a girl, the term mare doesn’t apply to me.”
“But isn’t, like confusing?”
“To other people maybe, I know who I am.”
“How old are you?”
“Grim reapers don’t have an age.”
“Don’t you start that rot missy,” says Granny, giving me a sharp rap on the head. “Come on now, if ya don’t start eatin’, it’ll get cold. There’ll be plenty of time for questions later, Apple Bloom.”
Rubbing my head irritably, I look down at my bowl. While I don’t need to eat, it had been a long time since I have eaten Maria’s cooking, or any cooking for that matter.
Without further ado I dig in.
“This seems like a good spot.”
“It's a bit empty, isn’t it?”
“But it has plenty of large windows and a balcony. We can always acquire some furniture from the guest rooms.”
“What is this room for, anyway?”
“Well I had intended it to be your new study…”
“Hey!”
“More please.”
“Whoa settle down girl, some of us haven’t finished our firsts.” says Granny, laughing, “You’d best be careful, you might get some indigestion.”
“Grim reapers don’t get indigestion,” I say, reaching for the ladle. A green hoof smacks my hand away, so I just lean back and pout.
“So you’re a friend of Granny?” says the orange one with the hat, Applejack I think, “Where are you from?”
“Grim reapers don’t have homes.” I say, before getting smacked around the head again.
“If you keep that up you ain't gettin’ any pie,” says Granny scoldingly. She turns to Applejack, “Don’t mind her, one things she’s never had is manners, as fer yer question, she lives out in that ol’ castle in the Everfree.”
“You live out there? Ain’t that dangerous?” says Applejack.
“Not particularly, I’ve never had any troubles.”
“What about all them monsters and such?”
“I ignore them.”
“...And that works?”
“Only if you're me.”
“Wait a minute… I think I remember you, after Twilight disappeared, you showed us a secret passage.”
“Yup,” I say, “I do live there after all.”
“Thanks, I don’t know what we would have done if you hadn’t shown up there.”
“You’re welcome,” I say, before holding my bowl out to Granny. “More Please?”
Granny rolls her eyes, “Alright, you’ve been patient enough.” She ladles another portion of stew for me. “One day I’ll work out where you put all of it.”
“Tell me if you do, I still haven’t the foggiest,” I say, before tucking in with gusto.
“Luna, don’t you think reupholstering the furniture is a bit much?”
“No.”
“Just checking.”
With the first course over, Granny brings out the apple pie, I eye it hungrily, even back when I first knew her, her pies were legendary, I wonder what age was done to this already veteran recipe.
But as Granny is dividing the pie, I catch the eye of the last Apple, the big stallion, who was introduced as Big Macintosh, He was the only one who hasn’t tried to talk to me yet. We stare at each other impassively, as the pie is being served.
‘You don’t talk too much.’ came my unspoken words.
’Neither do you.’ came his unspoken reply.
’Not unless I have something to say’
’Likewise.’
We both nod in mutual understanding before setting about the task of eating, the other Apple siblings looking back and forth in confusion.
“Those curtains are fine Luna… Coincidentally, so are last five pairs you’ve shown me.”
“But what about these…”
“LUNA!”
“IT MUST BE PERFECT!”
“Well, thanks for comin’ Mare, really appreciate it,” says Granny, as we stand on the doorstep.
“Well, thanks for feeding me,” I say. Despite my best efforts I wear a little smile.
Granny gives a laugh before standing to give me an affectionate rub on the head. “Anytime, you rascal.” She drops back to her hooves. “I think you left an impression on the gran’kids.”
“I did?”
“Well it's not everyday some creature they’ve never seen before come to dinner,” says Granny. “Are you sure you don’t wanna stay longer?”
“Positive.”
“Well, since you are walking in that direction...” says Granny, her expression softening “I was considering visiting the Mister, you think you could walk me?”
I suddenly have trouble meeting Granny’s eye, I look down at the ground shuffling my feet. “...No.” I say quietly.
“Still not strong enough?” says Granny.
I cast a sharp eye at Granny, but I only see a soft compassionate gaze.
“No,” I say, before vanishing.
I finish the climb up my tower, and fall prone on my star, feeling my energies ebb.
So this is it then, I am starting to weaken. I can feel my grip on reality slipping away slowly.
I turn on my side. Far too slowly for my liking. At this rate it might take all night, my strength slowly fading until I am unable to stand, and then longer, until the sun simply strips my being away.
I roll on my back, I hope not, that sounds terrible. I’d prefer it quick. Maybe if Celestia comes I can ask her to take my scythe…
I am suddenly aware of a network of glowing lines all over the ceiling that weren't there when I walked into the room. “What…?”
Everything went white.
I floated in an indistinct void... there was colour… I think sound… I lift a sluggish hand and hold it to my chest. I find out two things from this; one, I still have touch, and two, I am naked. In my current mind frame I can’t seem to work up the feeling to be worried.
So this is it, I’ve been sent off, and now comes the sleep, I can feel my eyes drooping.
I gently curl into a ball, I wonder how long I will sleep, years, centuries, forever? Who is to say.
My eyes slowly close…
“I wish you were here with us to stay.”
My eyes shoot open.
“What…?”
Everything goes black.
I feel both the familiar feeling of my scythe in my hands, my star under my legs, and an extremely familiar feeling of deja vu. My eyes flutter open.
I am kneeling on my star, it is night, Celestia is standing in front of me. Thankfully before I can start to ponder if my life's on repeat, I notice that A, this isn’t the castle in the everfree, and B, her sister, Luna I think it was, is standing next to her.
I look around, this appears to be a room very similar to my old decrepit tower room, except it wasn’t decrepit, there was glass in the windows, and it appeared to be fully furnished. Most of the windows had an unobstructed view of the stars, except the ones which had a view of what appeared to be mountainside. A door was set into that side of the room, and it it appeared to be the only exit.
“Welcome to Canterlot, Mare.” says Celestia.
I I turn back to Celestia, who is wearing her patented ‘Celestia knows best’ smile as she looks down at me.
I scramble to my feet, (although I’m still shorter), walk up to her and glare. “What did you do?”
“Whatever do you mean?” says Celestia with faux innocence.
“I was done, I was fading away, there was a weird circle and I was sent off, and then…” I stop rambling and my eyes narrow. “You made another wish.”
“Amazing thing isn’t it? I never knew you could make a wish on a fallen star,” says Celestia, “At first I thought it didn’t work, but here you are...”
“Why? What possessed you to do that!?” I say, throwing my hands in the air.
“You know the wish, you tell me,” says Celestia.
My brows furrow, as I try and remember through the haze of just having ‘woken up’. “You want... me?”
“After knowing you for nearly a thousand years, and all you have done for me, do you really think I’d let you vanish, just like that?”
“How did you even know? I didn’t tell you,” I say.
“You are not as secretive as you think,” Celestia says cryptically.
“Did you even think to ask me about how I feel?” I say.
Celestia raises an eyebrow. “You mean like how you ‘asked’ me whether I would mind being ‘sent away’ for the duration of my sister’s return?”
I stare blankly for a moment, before slowly dropping my head into my hands. “Touché,” comes my muffled reply.
“If I may ask, why were you so intent on being sent away?” says Luna.
“I had my reasons,” I say, before picking up my head, “which present circumstances have rendered irrelevant.” I turn on my heels and flop cross legged on my star. “I guess I’m yours now, for whatever reason, should I call you mistress, or I should I just bark?”
It feels nice to dislodge Celestia’s all knowing grin. “That was uncalled for, and you know it.”
“What does she mean by that…” says Luna, but Celestia interrupts.
“It is a joke she is far too young to be making,” she says, dragging Luna out the door, “And I think it is time to leave her as she is clearly grumpy from being woken up. This room is yours now, you’ve got two hours before sunrise. I suggest you use that time to get familiar with your surroundings, we will see you tomorrow evening, after you have calmed down.”
Watching the two of them leave, the door snapping shut behind them, I decide to take Celestia’s advice. I stand and survey my surroundings again. Apart from the aforementioned details, it was furnished in the style of a bedroom, with a large desk, some sofa chairs and couch arranged around a coffee table, some bookshelves, and a bed that I could practically swim in. I resist the urge to start jumping on it. I detect a sort of star theme going through the room, from the chair upholstery, to the curtains, the bed coverings, the carpet, and (tilting my head back) the ceiling are all decorated with stars and constellations, with an almost frightening level of precision.
I vanish in order to walk through one of the windows. I appear to be in a tower again, if the circular shape hadn’t clued me in, but unlike my previous home, it is encircled by a balcony like walkway. Re-appearing, I walk around the outside, I have never seen Canterlot castle up close. It’s… pretty, I guess, twisting towers, grand keeps and halls, all coloured in white gold and purple. A part of me prefers the dark gothic majesty of the old castle in the Everfree, before its fall into disrepair that is, but for the most part, this is still an impressive sight. I find to my surprise that the doorway leads directly outside, and my tower room is reached by stairs imbedded into the walkway and spirals around the outside of the tower. Deciding to leave the exploration of the castle at large to another day, I disappear and walk through the door, re-appearing to slouch on the bed that is apparently mine, although what I would do with a bed is debatable, considering I am awake through the night and sleeping during the day is… difficult.
I have to wonder though, Celestia does seem to know an awful lot about me, things I never had told her. I wonder how…
I catch sight of a basket on the coffee table that I somehow missed on the first pass. I get up to examine it, it seems to have a great deal of apple based products....
I snatch up the ‘housewarming’ card attached to the handle and read the name, confirming my suspicions.
“Maria!” I snarl.
I then notice a few jars of zap-apple jam in the basket.
‘You are forgiven,’ I think as I open one to sample with my finger.
“No seriously, what does she mean by barking?”
“I REFUSE TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION WITH MY SISTER!”
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At least it's not "turned to stone for 1000 years". Ugh.
Interesting. I finally found a displaced fic, written in the last year or so that I can stand.
Well done.
Of course the thing that irks me about displaced fics is when they start overlapping and combining. So there is still time.
But, until such a thing comes to pass you have my intermittent attention, to be brought about when you update this fic.
Pfffft!
Yeah. That would be an awkward conversation!
Anyway, great chapter. And I'm excited to see how it will go further. Especially wondering if they will find a way to help her against her fading and such.
8123812 Wow, that probably the nicest thing anyone has said about my writing. For me writing is all about character, to hear that I do them well is a real joy for me, Thank you for your kind words and thank you for reading
I.... Don't get it.
Seriously. WHY the fck would you use displaced shtick?
It brought literally 0 to plot. With the same actions she took you could easily tie her to the original and just make crossover.
Well, I gave it a chance. It's not ideal, but I was interested in overall concept of this "mare" character.
If there will be any displaced crossovers - I'll just drop it. It's not so deep in that shitty universe to warrant them. There is so few fics that could be great, despite their displaced upbringing.
In conclusion: that was nice overall, I hope it will stay the same.
This whole "Mare defeated NMM" reek of typical Displaced sh...tick when Displaced steal all of Mane 6 achievements and in a span of one-two-four chapters demote them to useless extra or "damsels in distress". Really hope that I`m wrong but...
8123920 The reason I used displaced? Why does anyone use displaced, so they can make a similar character to one they like, without having the baggage of said character. The actual Mare is happy where she is thank you, I like her too much to take her away from what she has. And doing it this way allows me to put entirely new baggage on the character and make her my own, without being to constricted.
That and well, It seemed like fun
As for crossovers... I don't intend to cross-over meaninglessly, I won't just go "Hey look everybody, its Gilgamesh!" Studio audience Applause. As much as it might be fun to work with some other authors, If there is any crossing over to be done, it will only be in a way that aids Mares growth as a character, I won't accept any others for this story. Mare has a planned character arc, and problems that can't be solved with violence, having largely combat-centric characters pop in every now and then wouldn't do much for the story apart from pointless cameo, and I like my story too much to subject it to that. I doubt anyone will ask for crossover anyway, Mare isn't particularly crossover friendly in the first place, to much trust issues, and with Zero combat ability.
That said, if a chance for a fun yet pointless crossover shows up that is too tempting to pass up, I will keep it in a separate side story, so as not to affect the general viewing, and be treated as harmless side content.
That said again, this story will have a displaced extended cast, Displaced characters that I have made up with no stories of their own that will interact with mare at times, to aid her with character development, such as an uncle figure and similar. I'm sorry if this upsets you but that is simply how my muse wrote it in my head, can't argue with inspiration.
I hope this satisfies you, and thank you for reading.
P.S Although you talked about the original... are you one of those people who didn't have to look up the visual novel? If so, welcome fellow weeb. If not well alright, I'll just slink back into the darkness where the NERDS BELONG
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Alright, I'll go ahead and ask for the sake of sheer curiosity.
Then why not just do that without the displaced tag? The whole set up adds literally nothing to the story and chains you into using the same tired tropes that every other displaced writer has already used over and over again. So why? What benefit does the displaced tag provide? Because I can't see any possible way that following a massively overused formula is somehow better and more interesting than writing your own, unique story in your own, unique way.
Unless it's just for the views, since seeing the word "displaced" on a story is better clickbait on this site than porn. If that's why then I really can't say you made a poor choice.
8124025 Don't worry, after this point, she won't have too much interactions with the Mane six, As she can only come out at night and is now nowhere near Ponyville. She won't be stealing any of Twilights and friends achievements she will have no role in discords return, and only a minor role in the Canterlot wedding, and her existence will be virtually unknown to the public.
That's like my mother when we go shopping for formal clothes.
8124066 If you want the honest answer? its already there, the paragraph underneath:
It was just how my inspiration struck me, maybe with a bit more time and planning, it could have been its own thing, thats just how the idea came to me. I don't feel particularly constrained by the formula, hell, the rules of the displaced seem to differ from story to story.
I find its both fun and good practice to write within constraint, that why I started writing Fanfiction in the first place.
All in all, I write for fun, I post it up here because I like sharing with a community that has given my quite a lot of enjoyment over the years I've been a part of it.
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(checklist for 10 items, each with a rating)
okay so just mark the one you want
(marks all 10)
"oh just pick the one i rated highest"
(marked all of them 10/10)
(later gets upset and tells someone else to just pick one, then gets mad at them for picking the wrong one)
women, amirite xd
8124073 What can I say, Luna is an artist.
“No seriously, what does she mean by barking?”
“I REFUSE TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION WITH MY SISTER!” I laugh so hard at this point I can't wait to see what happens next
8123812 I don't think that's what they were saying at all. Reading it, the criticism I see - and agree with - is this:
The author here is significantly more competent than basically every other Displaced entry ever, which boil down to 'Some adolescent/young adult male goes to a convention, gets superpowers, goes to Equestria, and breaks shit'. The latter is tedious; here, at first, there are several deviations that make it better.
Namely that the writing is more technically competent than the others, and that the protagonist, at first, is more compelling.
(There's one exception - the bit in the Human World, where I felt like I was reading her as her future-self, rather than the glimpse of child-her we get right before she deletes her own memories).
And that's the core problem : The deleting of memories. What this does is essentially deletes the Protagonist and replaces her with - well, the 'Hollow' self that is left in its place.
And so all the potential there is gone in one paragraph, and now - well, an easy way to put it on some level is 'From that point forwards, how would this be any different than if she had just been her future-self all along?'.
Nearly every Displaced fic I've ever glanced at I've downvoted after reading the first chapter. This one? I'm staying neutral. It's good enough to not merit the downvote, but at the same time it's not quite in upvote territory because, well, the core question of 'What happens when a small child gets sent here?' isn't really what the story is about, it's about 'What happens when an anime character crosses over?', at least currently.
Kinda weird to see Applejack talking this way.
Missing a word here.
Otherwise the chapter was alright, nothing really to note. setting the scene for the rest of the story is par for the course.
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I'm not one to defend Displaced, but there are a few that have broken the mold and done things differently. The same formula can be used with a different outcome, and I openly acknowledged that in my last reply to the author.
and for the record, I do read and write other types of fanfics, seeing a displaced fic in the feature box caught my attention because I well and truly haven't seen a displaced fic there for a really long time.
And no, my complaints are valid, because as an admin of the displaced group for almost a year, I have seen hundreds of fics with this same exact premise all fall into the same predictable formula that most displaced fics inevitably fall into, and I have openly offered my help to the author in the way of criticism to keep the same from happening to them. Of course if they want to continue doing that regardless that's their decision, I'm merely suggesting ways the fic could be improved.
I'm so happy that this story got featured or i might have missed it.
A good story with well made characters.
looking forward to where the story will go from here.
Yeah, apparently being good friends with The Reaper is good for your long term health, who knew?
Nice chapter, good work.
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That's actually a good point. Deleting her memories really removes some of her humanity from her. I wouldn't say she's an anime character now, since she didn't replace the memories with anything. She's more just... hollow.
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Well, I'm certainly not as well versed in the displaced genre, but that might actually help my side of the argument. To someone who doesn't know the tropes as well, I can't see them done and done again and learn to hate them like experienced music producers hate hearing the default FL Studio sounds. And while that hate will usually warn you of amateur, often bad stories/music, it doesn't mean the person producing it really made bad art. Most of your complaints seemed to be from the perspective of an expert that way.
That said, displaced tropes, like the default FL Studio sounds, seem to be there so new users can produce something mildly enjoyable before they finish climbing up the learning curve of production. More experienced authors should try to stay from using displaced tropes if they can. I believe this author can, since they subverted some of them.
Actually, now that I think about it, the best (near) displaced I read is hardly identifiable as displaced, and that would be Alararogers's Not the Hero, which turns all the usual tropes on their heads and exposes the worst parts of them. I suppose that says something about the displaced genre as a whole.
In that case, I guess reading this story is like watching a grown man riding a tricycle. Sure, they're good at what they're doing, but they're still riding a tricycle.
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Repetitiveness is boring, though. If every single fiction in a genre (take HiE for example) started in the exact same way, person ends up in Equestria, befriends ponies, simple SoL stuff, etc, most readers would probably lose interest before the more interesting stuff even started.
I'm not saying the author committed a sin or something choosing to start this out the way they did, I was merely suggesting that it is the same eye rolling trope that almost every Displaced fic starts out with. person goes to a con dressed up as a character. Find something they want at the con. Buy it. Wow, I'm in Equestria now! Have some events vaugely hinted at that transpired around 1,000 years ago. That's almost the exact same thing in the majority of Displaced fics, I'm not saying that every fic has to break the mold and separate itself from the rest, but if you want to catch and keep a reader's interest, you have to mix it up from the usual formula.
You seem to be suggesting that I think this fic is straight up bad. I think it could have started out a little better, perhaps something a little different to give the Displaced formula a little mix up, but I understand that the author is new and learning, hence why I'm offering to help them. I'm not saying what they made is inherently bad, heck it's a lot better from some of the worse Displaced fics that I've seen, but the formula for making a bad fic is there, and I'm hoping that they steer clear of that as best they can.
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It seems there is something I must adress about Mares character, or as some of you have pointed out, her lack of one. Believe it or not, this is intentional.
I didn't want to say this earlier, because I didn't think it wise to, as is it slightly spoiler-ish, but it seems now I must. Mares entire character Arc is based around recovering what she lost, learning how to be a child again, and remembering what she forgot, learning how to be brave and not run away from her problems, how to rely on others, and becoming a happier person then she was even before she was displaced.
Her character right now is snarky, and distant. But she will get better, some of that child might even start shining through in upcoming chapters.
Heads up though, Mare is a very weird child.
8125633 I think, yea, having that hook be introduced as soon as possible (Or even editing it in earlier if you find a way it fits) will be beneficial here. That and some other flashback more fully elaborating on what drove 'Bel' to that extreme; right now there's a lot left unsaid in the flashback.
Giving flashes of that will be good.
WE love the last part XD. hilarious. The stuff of legends.
Considering she is about a thousand years old, I think she is old enough!
I'm feeling like I somehow lost my adult card somewhere between the dairy cooler and the hot sauce aisle: I don't get the barking joke? From Celestia's reaction to Luna's (okay I feel better, she doesn't get it either, and she's way older than me) confusion, it's clearly a dirty joke. I just don't get it.
Seriously, what does she mean by barking?
Am I the only one who is tired of Celestia manipulating everyone around her without consequences? Regardless of her intentions( which we all know were based around her selfish desire to keep Mare around. And not to help Mare like she said) she has no right to go manipulating others like her own personal toys. ?
I don't get it? Why did Celestia and all the other commenters immediately jump to fetish pet play? In the exact same situation nine times out of ten it is a non-sex slavery 'attack dog' slash 'dog of the state' thing. Hell it appears repeatedly in FMA under those exact words.
I could maybe see FimFiction being so gutter minded but Celestia?
8130694 See the above... kind of wish I'd seen your comment before calling all the other commenters gutter-brained.
Pffft, HOOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA! That's gotta be the funniest pun I've seen in a story!
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>dirtyjoke=sexjoke
>pet play confirmed
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for how long she has been alive or her personality
.....Quality.
I must be sleeping under a rock to not know what bark means
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Bark, as in a noise dogs make.
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Sexual Fetish joke?
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Exactly
Luna is asking the real question here.
Not gonna lie, I laughed a lot at this.
Which isn't actually a good things since it's like 4 in the morning.
I am so lucky that everyone in my house is asleep
.
I’m laughing so much right now
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same
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I'm currently 04:08.