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On the Sliding Scale Of Cynicism Vs. Idealism, I like to think of myself as being idyllically cynical. (Patreon, Ko-Fi.)


It's all in the color, isn't it? We've seen it time and time again. There's a certain limited range of shades which guarantee survival. In fact, that part of the color wheel means staying in the world whether you want to or not, even if you should have passed on long ago.

So in the end, it's not that her fur means Fluttershy CAN'T die. It's more that the network isn't going to LET her.

(Original story inspiration by Fan Of Most Everything.)

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What I find truly hilarious is that the red shirts swapped with the gold ones for potential lethality after the original series.

>red shirt
It hasn't helped Pooh...


I nearly included him, but I already had one 'and his boy' situation.

Also, Things Fluttershy Would Do To Rescue A Bear.

Dang! So many refs that I didn't get! Cool though!

"CARCOSA" - King in Yellow? ... YEP.

Let's see. When did I...

Yeah, seven hours. In seven hours you took me connecting two dots on different pages (and possibly different books) and turned it into a crisis crossover cosmic horror story par excellence. I am in awe.

Mind you, this isn't the first time I've accidentally inspired someone, but it's definitely one of my favorites. Deeply atmospheric, capturing the disturbing tragedy of those who the networks will not let die. Nor, in some cases, age. You covered more bases than I even thought to consider, and to great effect. Thank you for this.



Oh? Ohhh.

I like what you've done here.

I’m picturing a room, where a giant robot shaped a bit like a Volkswagen Beetle is being made to look like a Chevy Camaro. Over by the wall someone is saying, “I don’t care what the fans think, GM paid for the product placement.”

This was pretty creepy.

She watched electrocuted bodies fall, glanced down at the giant mouse, whose rabbit ears were now at a fully natural loft.

"...thank you," she softly said.

He grinned, said his word as a laugh, and blasted the door apart,


I don't know if the sigil was supposed to be anything?
Lego Ninjago?
and Bart from The Simpsons.

Very creepy vibe with this one. Loved it.

I actually felt bad for Bart Simpson in this one.

First off, I was totally sure this shared a chapter title with this song if not for the pun, but turns out my memory sucks. Still the first thing I thought of upon starting.

This was amazing. It was so disturbing, even when I recognized the source material, framing it like this put such a sinister and sickening spin on the crossover genre. Even when it got meta it still had that creepy feeling. That description of those metal horse things was so disgusting, it reminded me of that story I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream.

I thought about this, and I really like how you took your previous blog post's complaints and wove them into this narrative without it seeming out of place. I didn't even really realize it the first time reading but it clicked after some thought. Honestly, the idea of cartoon characters being forced into perpetuity by some malicious omnipotent entity and the psychological toll that would actually have on them is fascinating.

Definitely one of those stories where the feelings it produced will linger long after reading. Seriously got chills reading this.

Don't forget Tweety Bird.

Dye won't save you from the Unspeakable one of the Yellow Sign, it all washes away at the end. :pinkiecrazy:

butterfly effect man, who knows what it brings ( in hindsight "butterfly effect" is even more disturbingly appropriate for this than usual :/ )

That was dark.

Good, I am in a very dark mood myself.

I almost feel guilty for having to go check there WILL be a season eight of Ninjago (they're chaning Lloyd's voice actor, though dammit).

Oh, yes! Poor Tweety.

By the pearly whites of Celestia, that was fantastically creepy and dark. The horror was nearly palpable. Would not be out of place during Nightmare Night (or Halloween if youre a hominid).

Hmmm... I seem to remember a story where Discord secretly made her immortal.

You know, I think Ash meets Misty again in the newest season, so it's not like he forgets exactly everything.

Of course, she kinda wears yellow too . . .

I was worried I'd have to down-vote this because I thought it was going to just stay grimdark, but you had a very satisfying ending, so have an upvote.

Also, Reverse Flash was yellow, and he died. Granted, he died twice in the tv shows, but still.

Glad you got it. Explain it to me?
Also, what was the sigil?

"But it was simply a sigil. A curious symbol (or perhaps a letter) rendered in gold. It was neither Equestrian nor Protoceran. It was of no known script, and she found herself unwilling to look at it for long."

"and no one may never notice what's been done"
"and no one may ever notice what's been done"?

[checks Wikipedia to be sure]

I do wonder what the green stuff was though...

As FanOfMostEverything said, though, thank you for the story!

"I don't know if the sigil was supposed to be anything?"
(edit: and 8578718)
(edit: That page should mention both.)

Wonderfully twisted.

Well, this was a very interesting read

what specifically were they doing to spongebob?

That's a horror I would not subject any cartoon to.

That would be The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers, inspiration and one of the admitted influences of H.P. Lovecraft.

Carcosa is very strongly linked with The King in Yellow, the book, the play in the book and the character of the same name/title, though it was created by Ambrose Pierce and predates both Chambers and Lovecraft's work, though they both reference it.

Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.

(text shamelessly copied from Wikipedia.

The sign that Fluttershy sees is either The Yellow Sign created by Chambers (most likely) or possible Lovecraft's Elder Sign

As if the entire premise wasn't creepy enough to start with! Thanks Estee. You just had to take the idea to it's logical conclusion. Good thing I don't have to get up early tomorrow.

Edit because the site tried to eat my formatting. Or I'm just creeped out enough to screw up my typing. Either way, I'm checking for Hounds of Tindalos under my bed tonight and am getting the fhtagn out of here for the time being to save my sanity.

That's one heck of an idea to explore, and you did a fine job of it. Well done. I only have one request: can someone please let this Lego Everyone fad die already! Gah!

Sideshow Bob.

...you see it's irrefutable,
It's fixed in fact immutable-
Your senses, they don't trick or lie;
That's what you see in your mind's eye.

Tawny. Amber. Beige and hazel,
It's an accurate appraisal;
Your past is truly cast in hues
Bereft of greens and reds and blues.

A palette made up of close fellows.
Their common trait is taint by yellows.
That's the chroma key supreme:
That golden glow, that shine, that gleam.

Our universe's endless essence:
A transcendent iridescence.
A cliché theme to all our sagas;
All our alphas, and omegas.

But surely there were always others?
Magenta, mauve and all their brothers.
Cobalt rivers, deep jade glens.
Those must still have existed then!

Violet violets! Rosey roses!
Mint green mint held to our noses!
No, we can't have simply lost
That turquoise tint of window frost!

A childhood with every scene
Awash from pink to octarine!
The autumn colours numbered millions!
A world dyed in deep vermilions!

They're all right here and plain to see!
They can't just *now* have chose to be!
So yellow is the one true *Prime*.
But why so peerless in past time?

Well here's the heart of your confusion:
Your memory's a grand illusion.
You forgot most of what you've lived;
Drained away, a leaky sieve.

We've *barely* the capacity,
No matter our tenacity,
To give more than a shaky hunch
Of what we even had for lunch.

Each picture of your history,
The losses, ties, and victories
Are fabricated recollections.
And wholly holey self-reflections.

When asked to audit life's receipts,
Your mind just shrugs and simply cheats.
Your eyes take stock of what's around,
And crib a story from what's found.

Built from parts that still exist,
You are your past... and missing bits.
You're all that's left, what gets to stay
When all but yellow fades away.

At first, she mistook them for some kind of sculpture, and then she briefly thought they might have been a kind of oversized, oddly rigid doll. There was something... toylike about their motionless bipedal forms. The limitations of the joints: shoulders which only rotated in a forward circle, waists which would never turn, no knees or elbows. Their torsos weren't as rectangular as that of the water-breather, and in fact didn't shift with any kind of breath at all. There were no feet: the legs had little stubs at the forward edges to aid in balance, and the arms ended not in claws or hands, but rigid yellow horseshoes.

They were covered in a sort of shiny armor, made from a substance which caught the light in strange ways. Some had helmets. Frozen black beads of ink eyes peered out from under visors, unable to truly see. The thin painted black lines which suggested mouths were frozen. None of them had visible snouts or noses, let alone a single line which suggested them.

Guessed the others but no clue who these guys are

"...this is just in case I ever really need it, just for a -- final emergency... one red shirt."

ooh don't go down that route, next thing you know they've changed the uniforms around and blown up your ship a few times

The horseshoes at the ends of the arms are their hands.

And the "black beads of ink" and "thin, painted black lines" are the classic Lego face.
: -)

Based on other comments, they're part of the Ninjago set which I've heard also has a television show.

Lego men, I think.

I thought it was minions at first, Legos makes way more sense though.

Dear lord, and in such a short amount of time, too. Great job, Estee!

Look at the stars,
Look how they're right for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.

I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow".

So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow.

Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
Do you know,
You know I love you so,
You know I love you so.

I swam across,
I jumped to cross for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
'Cause you were all yellow,

I drew a sign,
I drew a sign for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.

Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
Do you know,
For you I'd bleed myself dry,
For you I'd bleed myself dry...

Coldplay. So easy to subtly filk into Lovecraftian horror.


Or worse, you could become the Most Interesting Pony In The World.

Oh lord! Minions make perfect sense for this setting. Yellow, heavily merchandised, and despite being comic relief they are now expanding the franchise...

Estee, in the search for a scary story you may have uncovered a universal truth...

That was awesome (as in the literal sense of inspiring awe) both in timing and execution.

And harsh, oh so harsh.

I almost feel compelled to write something about happy, cheerful immortals now.

Anyway, thank you.

:pinkiegasp: WHAT. A. RIDE. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :pinkiegasp:

I'm not sure. Haven't seen the show in over a decade. Since we're already deep in the Mythos, perhaps in lost Carcosa, dead SpongeBob lies dreaming.

...leaf green


And to be fair, Winne the Pooh is doing fairly well.

How yellow does one have to be to qualify for being yellow? Would a human character wearing yellow-themed clothing count? What about some of the Bionicle characters... or Bumblebee from the Transformers line?

The Smiley Faces are like rodents in this world... immortal rodents, surviving because they are each simply one emotion, never able to comprehend the horror of their fate...

Interesting horror angle, but I feel somewhat miffed. Mostly on account of being a fan of cool colors like blue and purple and not getting why yellow is such an "eternal" color. I don't even like yellow that much. It's better than bright orange, but only barely. I know this is just my opinion and is rather subjective as well, but still, it distracted me during the story.

So, this whole setup-that which is yellow can never die-has me going, "What yellow based fanatical fetishist got control of an SCP containment facility?" Because, seriously, why yellow? I get that this group is likely bucking bonkers, but I just kept thinking of scenarios outside the facility-where the doctors go home, and are utterly disgusted by someone liking blue or red or something.

World of comic books seems to bend the unspoken rules more than a little bit, considering how many times majority of the characters comes back. And plenty of them do not wear yellow, or even wear red.

"No matter what you think or try," Fluttershy simply stated, "when the time comes for me to die, I will -- dye."

Gakk! My pun-o-meter exploded!

Good job!

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