Pinkie
“And while she might be predictable—it's a super silly and funny predictable! And the rosiness to her cheeks and the scarlet flourish in her hair—duaaaaaaaah!”
Pinkie Pie tilted back in the park bench, gasping deeply. When she was finished, her smile tripled in size and she belched her bombastic exclamations to the treetops.
“She's like a beautiful clown! I don't mean to say that she comes across as goofy—but she just looks so dazzling! Oh, sure, she can be goofy too—but it's in a way that makes your heart feel warm and toasty and your cheeks sore from giggling so much! And yet she's also mature and experienced and you want to live up to the legacy that she's made and show the world how much she's taught you about making people smile and happy and—eee hee hee hee...!”
Pinkie Pie hugged herself and kicked at the blades of grass before the bench, chortling from horizon to horizon.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh—what can I say, Flashie? I'm in love! There's no question to it! She's been an inspiration to me all my life and not a day goes by when I don't dream of somehow showing her how much she's made me appreciate life... comedy... show biz—the works! I'm tellin' ya, pally, she's the cherry atop my sundae!”
“Mmmmmmhmmm...” Flash—tired and more than a little bit lethargic—sat on the bench beside her, shoulders hunched as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “I don't suppose...” He looked out across the verdant park full of loitering people. “...you've considered asking this woman out?”
“Pffft! Only if I wanted to be thrown in jail for necrophilia, silly!”
“... … ...” Flash turned to squint at the party planner. “What?”
Pinkie Pie punched his shoulder playfully and stuck a tongue out. “Lucille Ball's been dead for thirty years! Also, she was married twice!” She shook her head. “Pinkamena is many things! But she's certainly not a gravedigging lecher! Nosireebobdoley!”
“Ah. I see.”
“Heehee! Stilllll...” Pinkie Pie tapped her smiling chin and scanned the heavens with eager eyes. “If somebody smart—somebody whose name rhymes with Highlight Gargle—were to clone Lucille Ball in a test tube... … ...and throw in just a pinch of Betty Crocker's DNA to boot...”
“I don't think Betty Crocker was ever actually a real per—”
“Then I just might be willing to make a few new matrimonial choices on the ol' Pinkie calendar if you catch my bouquet! Hah!” She jabbed him with an elbow. “Get it?! Cuz it's nuptial!”
“Heh...” Flash couldn't help but smile. His eyes wandered towards the sound of giggles, and he once again laid eyes on the rest of their friends gathered around Applejack and Rainbow Dash—both of whom were engaged in a highly-spirited kite-flying contest. “Whatever you say, Pinkie.”
Rainbow Dash twirled her kite while licking her lips. Fluttershy cooed something—inaudible from such a long distance—but Flash could see her cupping her hands by her cheek with a loving expression.
Applejack matched most every move that Rainbow Dash made. Rarity cheered the farm girl on, leaning in to rest a dainty hand on her best friend's well-toned shoulder more than once... or twice or thrice. The fashionista's powder-white cheeks flushed noticeably in the afternoon air.
Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle stood a few feet aside, simply admiring the competition as it carried on and on. They both had tranquil smiles... and their hands were held together. Flash's gaze lingered on the girls' fingers for a bit longer than he expected.
He was so absorbed that he scarcely made out Pinkie's words until she repeated them for a third time: “How about you, Flashie?”
“Hmmm?” He looked towards her, blinking. “What?”
She sat cutely on the bench, swinging her legs up and down against the grass like a child. “A handsome catch like you has gotta be swooning for someone in this life... past, present, or future.” Her eyes sparkled with both mirth and mischief. “Well? Ever gonna spill the beans?”
“The beans...?”
“It's okay.” A sapphire wink. “You can trust your Auntie Pinkie Pie!” She pointed a finger. “Ah! I know what that expression means! There's a girl in your life, isn't there?”
“A girl... in my life...”
“Who is it? Hmmm?” Pinkie bounced in place. “Come on! Out with it! Your secret's safe with me! Pinkie promise!”
He lingered in place, gazing at her.
Then he turned to gaze at the rest of the young women. He observed how the wind kicked at their perfect hair... how the sun shone on their pretty dresses... how the air rang with their collective harmony—a symphony that would never end.
His fingers clutched tight to the seat of the bench beneath him, as if he might tip over any second, then everything would be upside down.
As if it wasn't already.
“There's a girl,” Flash Sentry said, absorbing himself into the distance. “A girl that I have never met. And yet... I've no doubt that I would fall in love with her the moment I saw her.” A deep breath. “Which is precisely why she'll never exist. She's just too perfect. She's everything I want and fear all at once. I would love for you to meet her—all of you—if only so she'd be real to someone. And maybe—just maybe—with her around... everything would make sense. Everything would be as it should be. Even if... even if I can't be there to admire her. I think... I think I would be okay with that. If she was here and I wasn't anymore. It would be just right. Or—at least—it would be way less st-stupid than it's always been. It would be less stupid th-than it is right now...”
He was trembling towards the end of this, and a tear fell down his cheek to sanctify the moment. He reached a hand up to rub it away—sniffling.
But someone else's hand caught his wrist before he could.
Biting his lip, Flash Sentry looked at her.
Pinkie Pie simply smiled. “Can't you both be here at the same time?”
His eyes darted away like they were dodging a bullet. In a weak voice, he murmured: “I don't think I could even manage, Pinkie—”
“Manage what? Love?” She giggled lightly. “You love all of us, don't you, silly?” Her head tilted to the side, entreating. Adoring. “What's one more layer into the mix?”
He didn't have a response to that. So he resorted to a tender smile.
And—as always—it was good enough. “Come on.” She hopped up and tugged him out of his seat with both hands. “They're having fun. And so should we.”
He stumbled after her, a grown man powerless to a bubbly friend's tug. “Sometimes, Pinkie, I'm not sure I can.”
“And I'm not sure I can't!” She stuck a tongue out and pulled him anyways. “What say we meet somewhere in the middle, huh?”
“Yeah... okay...”
“Okie dokie lokie! Heeheehee!”
They joined the rest of the girls just as they were starting to take turns. At one point or another, it was Flash's chance to hold the string. He had little control over where the kite went, but after the wind had run its course and the laughter of the group had lifted up and down multiple times, he found that it hardly mattered.
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I know I'm missing something here, because all I'm getting from this is either pen pal or narcissistic cross-dresser. And I doubt it's either.
Oof. I know what it's like to be the nice guy and still be single. =/
Edit: That sounded way less self-centered in my head. XD
Hmmm
I don't think you could make me love Flash Sentry any more than you already have, Skirts. Like, god damn.
I'm...not sure what to say about this. It's...different.
I'm not entirely sure where you were going with that last soliloquy, but this was still a very nice tale of ships and sadbois. Thank you for it.
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He's expressing his absolute loneliness and despair.
Later....
Flash: "The plan worked out as predicted, Master"
Cadence: "Gooood."
I'm missing something too. He's got over his love of the Princess, obviously, so this girl he's thinking of... is it Felicity? Probably not, but I don't quite follow.
Whatever, it's surprisingly moving. Pinkie's ability to make the lonely and depressed smile, to take a bit of that sunshine out of her heart and put it into theirs, sometimes feels like it's coming from somewhere deeper and more important than MLP or EG ever are on the surface. This is one of those times. So much more could be done with her, and I like seeing people write a 'redemptive love' Pinkie. I wish that was the vision of Pinkie Pie that predominated in the fandom. (Damn you, Cupcakes.)
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It's a hypothetical girl.
His ideal.
He's expressing his loneliness.
--Spade
I like the interaction between these two. Pinkie is always the one who gets to Flash. I’d love to see more, they could be besties.
I always enjoy the way you portray Flash. He's a genuinely nice guy who's the for his friends.
As for his romance woes, I hear Timber is single...
You don't have to be lonely by yourself, I guess
Hm. Not a bad read. Awfully short though.
Wish there was more to Flash than what was presented.
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That doesn't make sense to me. I'll have to read the whole thing again.
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I think you're talking about different things, Poeme is talking about how Pinkie cheers up Flash after he talks about the hypothetical girl.
Adore that last paragraph. He might not ever meet his ideal, but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy what he has now before they inevitably all go their separate ways in the future. Hop to it Flash!
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I wasn't sure if it was that or he was wishing he... was... that girl? I dunno?
Maybe I'm extrapolating too much from Skirt's previous Flash stories where he wants to dress up in dresses and stuff. I mean, not that necessarily has anything to do with being a girl; and I'd... sort of assumed it actually didn't and that if Flash wants to be a dude that dresses up in princess dresses and stuff, more power to him, y'know, but the way he said here that he'd almost this hypothetical her rather be there than him made me wonder? Kinda?
It's hard for a girl to have a crush on someone who can rock a skirt better than they can.
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I'll show myself out now.
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I think I'm asking more along the line of him and SciTwi never seeming that close. So, the idea that he ever would have been asked in the first place seems weird to me. Not a big deal, just weird.
Powerless instead of powerful?
Good stuff
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It's a statement that is literally about your internal experience. Of course it's going to be self-centered, but that's okay in this context.
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Good to know.
Sure you've met her Flash. Name's Muffins.
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I haven't even read the story yet but skimmed the comments. The paragraph you quote doesn't make sense to me if he's not talking about himself being the girl of his dreams.
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And this part of SS&E Brad self-insert always confused me. The author actively acknowledges being a pretty pink princess in huge ballroom dresses is *not* what it means to be female. I think of comments in End of Pants that lampshade that:
No one is this pink and girly. Not even a Pinkie Pie and Rarity DBZ fusion.
I think Flash (or maybe the author) should look into becoming a drag queen. Or, I guess a drag princess?
Okay, I read the whole thing in one go. It was cute even though Flash was extremely tired all day from probably staying up crying or something: https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2019/3/14/1984849.png
Or he was just lethargic and depressed. Or he just has something on his mind.
The ending was so endearing and I got more context for the paragraph I read in the comments earlier:
Pinkie didn't miss, she hit it right on the head. One more person to love: himself. 'They're having fun and so should we'.
Why you gotta make me love this? Your Pinkie Pie is best pie.
Hang in there, Skirts, <3 I'm not completely sure what Flash wants in life but I hope he has fun.
Ir was a really enjoyable read, thank you.
Some great lines and humor in this as Flash marches his poor self through a day with these zany notPonygirls.
Let it be an object lesson:
If you like a girl, sack up and ask her out.
...and if she says no, then move on. Because even if you like a girl, but don’t like being her friend only misery awaits. Orbiting a girl and hoping she’ll notice how sweet you are is pointless because the friendzone is a black hole that vacuums up any nice guy thing you do for her.
Astrological humor aside. I do appreciate though at the end that Pinkie Pie out of all of them was the only one considerate enough to ask Flash his own feelings when all the other girls just dumped theirs on him. The ending bit was a little cryptic, the sense I got that he wasn’t pining for romance, not exactly, but belonging?
It… really does sound like he wants to be a girl too so he can join in with the group as the 8th girl. Which is an interesting direction to take it if that is what you were going for and not me just projecting.
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But this Twilight and Flash aren't really friends. He hasn't known her too long and is in love with her twin. So, if it had been any of the other girls I wouldn't find it weird. But this Flash at that Twilight's house doing the painting while she stands around and pretty much does nothing? Eh, maybe not.
9633491 This actually should be a fic..... but with AJ and Mac doing the driving.
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No way. Granny and Apple Bloom. With Mac and AJ constantly trying to stop them.
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I don't know. Flash doesn't get as much screentime as he gets attention in Shorts's writings. Maybe Flash considers all of the humane seven his friends and they consider him theirs?
Or, more awfully for Flash's girly desires, Twilight has it in her mind she specifically needs a guy to help her with the ladder so she asked the guy she knew to help her in exchange for pizza and soda. And Flash is just kind of a doormat in this fic and has trouble saying no because he likes being around girls and the idea of having girl friends.
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Least Pinkie can talk him back from the edge.
Well this hit really close to home, I even had a few tears fall with Flash there at the end. Definitely a new favorite of mine
If Flash/Felicity doesn't get a hug in at least one of these exploration character pieces I'm gonna be super sad, skirts.
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Tell your mom that Cloud Nimbus is the superior choice, but at least she didn't pick Bone.
Huh I kinda get it. Still a good story. I’m slowly getting pulled into the EQG fanfic verse help