Ever wanted to ask Bucky, Derpy, or Berry a question? · 6:33pm May 24th, 2014
Edit. No questions in over an hour, so I am killing the Q&A session.
It was fun. Shall we do this again?
She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
Edit. No questions in over an hour, so I am killing the Q&A session.
It was fun. Shall we do this again?
Why yes, that is a glow in the dark Derpy Hooves! How nice of you to notice.
My beagle. I wanted to capture a moment where I was happy.
“Celestia, if things fall apart, if things go badly I want you to know that the flock looks after its own. If you need Ponyville, we will be here for you, declared state of war or no,” Twilight offered. “But I do ask that the noble houses be dissolved. It is time for the old ways to be set aside and new ways to be discovered.”
Celestia’s eyes watered, and she began to sniffle. She tried to speak, stammered, stuttered, and then said nothing, but nodded her appreciation.
Rage. Unimpeded now unfettered rage.
Derpy sat on the couch, surrounded by her foals, Piña Colada now among their number in a very real sense. Berry Punch sat on a cushion on a floor, sitting near the couch, and Bucky reclined in the overstuffed chair, watching his mares play with his foals, even Sparkler now among their number.
Go have a read if you dare. It is an entertaining little short story.
It happened entirely by accident.
It was meant to be a ridiculous pairing, impossible, and absurd, a comedic romp that ended in one chapter. And then, I don't know what the hell happened. As usual, I was seized by something, abducted violently, and the The Muse dropped a Truck Stop Steamer on me as she is wont to do, replete with extra corn. This horrible idea not only became a story, but it grew legs and demanded to be told beyond the initial concept.
Oh Goddess, don't do it, save yourselves!
My prosthetic leg.
With a Jolly Roger.
Because I can laugh at my self. And it makes people laugh. Well, they might be laughing at me while I limp and stagger along, but they could be laughing at the pirate flag.
And my black hat. My corduroy fedora represents my social disability.
So, there is this other bad story idea which may or may not see the light of day soon.
Keep in mind, this is a bad idea.
An exceptionally brave pegasus will challenge a dragon that enters pegasi territory. The two will face off, snarl a bit, the pegasus standing on top of a rocky outcropping, staring the dragon the eye. The two will continue to snarl and make faces, the tiny little pegasus facing off against the enormous dragon.
The enormous she dragon.