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RedHoodie21


I write overblown, purple, self indulgent prose, so what?

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Inspired by Bixel's Grand Galloping 20's au! Please go support him!

Written for the Thousand Words Contest!

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Apple Bloom having her father's colors always lends an element of pathos to her infancy. This makes outstanding use of that and one of the best AUs to come out of the fandom in recent years. Excellent work capturing AJ's waking nightmare and the tiny reprieve. Thank you for it and best of luck in the judging.

Read this before and STILL hits hard. Goddamn its good >:) I love it when fics address Applejack's grief.

ooooh lovely word imagery here, it's a great scene youve painted. always great to see stuff from the GG20s au!

(also, might be missing the "human" tag ^^)

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aaa thank you sm! applebloom’s mere brith would be a stab in the heart to AJ, imagine having to see your fathers face every day and the person doesn’t even know who they look like? AJ definitely loves applebloom, but there was no doubt some pain to get over

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thank youuu >;3 i had a blast adapting this to fit within fimfiction, and Yeah. AJ’s greif is saur fun to play with. maybe not for her tho LOL

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thank you for that catch!! i added the tag immediately after seeing your comment. writing metaphors and descriptions like this is my favorite part of writing so im glad to see yall like it :]

April-Jacqueline sat squat on a lacquered pew, donated that past spring from the church to the hospital. It was long. And it was empty.

aww that is a fantastic humanification of Applejack

But like the change in the weather there was an ache inside her, a tightly wound knot that didn’t fit into ridged notches of her momma’s kitchen table.

ooh love this imagery

Granny was in the room that cradled her mother’s life. Just one hallway over, just some plaster and lights and other meaningless stuff dividing them. She imagined tearing down those pristine walls with her bare fists. This wasn’t the first time.

and augh this as well, that is a universal feeling

Just a corner sliced building, its age leaking down the sides.

ooh just adore the specificity of this

She was scared to wash it, afraid the water would take his memory. Every night his face faded just a little bit more, his bedtime stories, she had long since grown out of, losing a word or two.

and augh so true

A little sterling silver bracelet on her chunky baby wrist glittered in the hospital light, the beautiful loopy letters that had once dated and labeled every jar of jam and every late night wax letter read; Abagail Applegate.

and aww great humanification of Apple Bloom Apple

“Hey, there sugarcube.”

and ooh, great way to end it! you have a lot of writing potential with the gorgeous imagery here, which i greatly enjoyed. thank you for writing!

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