After years on the road, Twilight Sparkle and Spike pack up their lives again.
Chapters (1)
- Member Since 14th Apr, 2012
- offline last seen Wednesday
Fiddlebottoms
"Art forms that appeal to modern leftish intellectuals tend to focus on sordidness, defeat and despair, or else they take an orgiastic tone, throwing off rational control ..."
Fiddlebottoms
Joined 14th Apr, 2012 ·
Offline
Also LikedSimilarAuthor
- Fiddlebottoms · 1.9k words · 92 15 · 3.5k views
- Fiddlebottoms · 2.6k words · 41 13 · 1.3k views
- Fiddlebottoms · 1.6k words · 21 0 · 892 views
- Fiddlebottoms · 2.1k words · 39 2 · 1.7k views
- Fiddlebottoms · 3k words · 58 7 · 1.9k views
- Honeycomb · 1k words · 15 3 · 945 views
- Pascal · 2k words · 57 0 · 1k views
Join our SubscribeStar to remove these adverts!
Join our SubscribeStar to remove these adverts!
Stats
Page generated in 0.095 seconds
Total duration
686 users online
805,990 hits today, 2,280,440 yesterday
FIMFiction
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fanfiction
Designed and coded by knighty & Xaquseg - © 2011-2024
Follow & Support Us
Support us
SubStar
Chat!
Discord
Follow us
Twitter
MLP: Friendship is Magic® - © 2024 Hasbro Inc.®
Fimfiction is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by Hasbro Inc.®
this... this was amazing. Fiddlebottoms, I love you. like, for real.
i.imgur.com/v5o97jY.png
2476581 The point of that being...
2476584
>regidar
>complaining about pointless comments
im just staking moi claim m8 u want 2 make sumn of it ill bash ur fockin ead in i sware on me mum
*the sound of Fiddlebottoms dramabating furiously fills the room*
2476604
>not greentexting
Pleb
2476609
>not ninja-editing to appear right in every debate
you're not even commonwealth m8 right ill fockin rek u
2476616 ur jsut scurred oph mah patrician tastes
2476623
And then we all die and nothing we said or did on this site will have any merit. Good end.
Or, for whatever reason, every public site in existence is documented and archived to show the future generations the like of their ancestors' way of living. They stumble upon YouTube comments, newfag posts, and worst of all, community based sites with inter-warfare. The entire future cringes. Bad end.
Regardless, this fucking story was a masterpiece of literature. Nothing short of what is expected from Fiddleybums, though the lack of a silly cover to contrast the serious underlying themes and clever uses of literary devices is very surprising.
Strange to read a fic that feels like an excerpt from a much larger story. The whole thing is a bit of a mystery.
Le'ts go practice medicine.
Poor Twi, running from life.
Poor Spike, for not knowing the reasons.
Poor us, our lack of knowledge prevents our understanding as well.
Huh. I guess we're supposed to feel exactly how Spike does.
Confused, clueless...
That's cool
Boop.
It should've sad tag, or I'm just depressed?
2476616
2476623
well-aye, this kid doesn't evn talck like a mackum like
So I take it you drew some inspiration from your past experiences?
Also why is Twilight sparkle running from life? Isn't she an alicorn, how is she getting away with it I mean.
Edit: new theory, Twilight does not want to be royalty (or rather believes that because she is royal she should live a minimalistic lifestyle due to the irrational fear that she will become like a member of the canterlot critics society).
That or bitches be crazy yo. On a side note, poor spike. I'd class this as child abuse.
Beautifully written. Twilight really takes Spike for granted, doesn't she? It kinda bothered me, though, when Spike thought his sister/guardian was actually going to hit him. The only way such violence could be acceptable is if she first slipped into a leather corset and struck him with a riding crop.
I know that feeling. The feeling of old keys and things unpacked from the last move.
This didn't make me cry, but it did something much worse in reminding me of every move I've ever had. It's so surreal to see the space you lived in empty of the things that made it a living space, and then walk out of it and know you'll never come back.
Something very like this happened in my life a few years ago. Very, very like this. It resonates.
Neat. I just junked some stuff from my last move and left some other stuff at my old apartment. That place is abandoned now. Going to move again in a couple of months. I hope I get to stay there more than three years. Well, that what I would have wanted a couple months before now. What I want now? To make my home wherever I lay my head down.
I do this digitally. Currently, programs for MS-DOS 6.2 are sitting on a 1Tb USB hard drive, tools that fit on a 1.44Mb floppy with lots of room to spare, tools for viewing text files and binary files and editing binary files at the byte level, and colorized versions of DIR which sort by three letter extension.
AXELF.MOD is on there, somewhere.
2476673
We're all going to die someday, yep. Although it gets pretty tiresome when all the "internet intellectuals" who write poetry and try to win over girls with their sensitive sides neglect to shut up about it. It's a simple fact of life, and spending all your time thinking about it only draws it nearer. It's like not wanting to eat a sandwich because you know that once you finish, you have no more sandwich.
2502655
Want to talk about it?
2873097
Eh, why not. tl;dr version because... because.
>raised by grandfather
>isolated from rest of family, he was all I had my whole life (so like the spike/twilight dynamic)
>a few years ago we up and moved, hopping around the States from hotel to hotel with no set destination
>dropped all our belongings in a self-storage facility in an unfamiliar state and just left them there
>ALL our belongings
>gone forever
>notasinglefuck.gif
2876240 coolstorybro.png
2873097 Was... was that supposed to be directed at me? I don't think anything I say comes off as poetic.
Rather impressed, but wondering what that last line means.
Oh.
I've lived in my current house for about 15 years now. I am very near the end of my secondary education and will be moving out on my own pretty soon. Not only that, but my brother is changing schools, to one that is two hours away from where we live. My mother will be selling the house and probably getting rid of a lot of things too. We have a huge house. Two storeys and a massive floor area as well as a large yard. I really don't want to leave.
It's not exactly the same, but this story really resonated with me.