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>>29839857
For me, that's where the show ended
>everything is well
>Changelings never invade or do anything stupid
>Starlight accepts that she can reform like an adult and appears in the background
>baby alicorn not made that much of a deal out of
It really is perfect if you think about it.

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>when you realize that she was literally the last good writer on the show
>when you realize that the good episodes of S7 were either outliers by generally bad authors or ones by totally new authors who can't be judged yet
Why does Hasbro hate us so much?

>>29839884
To be fair, the old writers left of their own volition

Its the first wide release 2D animated American film in years.

>>29837027
I hope it does well. I'll pay my 11.50 so more 2d films get made.

>>29837065
It won't do that well because hasbro is not marketing it very well.

>>29831714
Is this loss?

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>>29831714
Wow, a mobileshitting faggot is barely out of his teens?

Who would've guessed

Nice meta thread too, faggot

>>29831714
Is that a Jojo reference?

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>>29829035

The OC of my country ^:)

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>>29829035

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>>29829035
Pillowcase is pretty cute.

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>>29826322
Given that she never saw someone walking around naked she could've took a hint that humanhorse people dont walk around naked.
But if that's your kink scenario, be my guest.

Pic unrelated, or is it?

>>29826348
she might have seen a few people in clothes and assumed they were going to a party or something, and assumed that like in the pony world, clothes are usually only worn on special occasions.

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How do you think she a,Magee to take over teh school so fast?
She slept her way to the top

>>29822976
"I'm sorry you had to go through seeing that. I wish that we never had to come down to that. I'm also sorry to say “it's part of the job” but it is. If you want to talk about it you always grab me or Charon if you want. I'm here if you need anything."
>You hug the mare, Breeze nodding and hugging back
>”I know… I know. I just can’t help but be bothered by it. Maybe I should talk to Charon, I remember her saying… something. And thank you, Hunter.”
>Your Aunt approaches, looking at the two of you with a smile that fades slightly.
>”You two okay?”
>”Yes mam, just stressed.
>”Well good news, and bad news for the thrill seekers. Today is an easy day, but a big one. You guys are exploring a new place today!”
“Are we? And for the record, last time we went exploring we went up against an Ursa.”
>”Well… slightly easy then? Either way, this is big for us. An unknown cluster of planets were discovered and a colonization and mining company we scored a contract with is paying BIG credits for us to survey what planets are good for colonies or mining. I’m goanna be honest, you guys only get .5% of the pay for your whole ship for this one. But that’s still up to 12000 credits for each of you.
>”That’s… 12000 times 21 then… they are paying that much?”
>”Exactly why you guys are getting a low cut. This job is big enough to kick-start us and get a whole fleet of ships up and going! They really want these planets, so they are not messing around. I’m actually getting so many ponies asking for jobs now, that we might need to invest in a base.”

>>29822977
Awesome. Let's go.

>>29822977
How many planet are going to make contact on? That base might be a good idea if we're growing this quickly.

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>>29822940
It's the poof and her dominating personality.

>>29822940
Double jointed hips.

>>29822940
because she doesn't have a penis

it's not that I'm against futa, but the idea of females not having a penis or having had once before getting it removed if they are trans arouse me.

>>29821591
but then horse saliva would get in your mouth

>>29821591
Why is her tongue orange

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>>29821597
I know

>>29819761
holy shit it's about time

>>29819761
twon.lawl is ded. someone get on

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>>29819785
>twon

No… No, no, no. No! Your gemstone eyes freeze upon the unmoving and lifeless body of your friend. You are left speechless, the magical membrane of your crystallized gorge is unmoving despite the grasp and relentless say-so of your dark magic, it refuses your inbred urge to weep, to cry and to sob. Your visualization falls into a muted and blurred discoloration, the haziness itself is practically impossible to orient throughout as your body begins moving forward on primordial and most basic of instincts alone. It can’t be, no. This can’t be… It just cannot be. He did not…

“Huh,” Fair Trade voices trembles with a visible pain as she tries to stand herself up, “Removing the Fidelity Helmet should be impossible, how did he-” her question rings in your mind like a demonic taunt as she tries to reach to him.

“Don’t. Touch. Him!” your scream, like a concluding cry of an eldritch and miserable opus, echoes through the empty walls of the invisible trap. Your confused and practically blind body smashes and collapses through the solid crystals and sharp, barely visible blades of Fair Trade’s maze. You can’t see, you can’t feel, you can’t do anything comprehendible or rational in the lurid confusion you find yourself in. You are incapable to think about anything, your mind is unable to concentrate and contemplate; your body is moving on its own and it is moving towards him…

“A̮̹̫̻̫̾̾̒̎ͦ̅̈́u̫̺̞̣̲̱̰͆̿r͛̄͂ͫ͗̆ͪ͝ô̬͔̳̊͑ͫͅr͇͕͔̈́̽̆̿̽ͨͅa̧̻̪͉̺̠͑ͅ,̛̬̅̀̐̚ ͇̲̏́c̨̭̟͚̰̤̬̄̏o̗̤̝͐̔̄̈̆̑̓ṃ͈͙̍́ͮͫ͐̐e͔̩̬ͫ̔̾ͨ̽̌ͅ ̗̺̼̇ͤ́ͣͭ́̆ḩ͔̰̻ẹ̴̖̱̘͚ŕ̼͇̘̱̰͓̩ͪ̏ͫͩé͓͙͕̼͆ͮ,”a voice of Red Sulfur, or so you assume, breaks through the crust of your disorder and loss. Your body, sheepishly, akin to a mindless corpse, turns to follow it. Your hooves grasp through an empty space in the floor and barely avoid falling into what you can only assume to be a pit; you are unsure how, but you body carries on. Just barely, scarcely, you are able to suffer the enormous effort it takes your body to pass through the labyrinth.

Your confusion is slowly replaced with melancholy and anguishes as the veil of darkness lifts off your eyes once you finally end up standing before the body of your friend. You can hear the maleficent flickering of your sinful magic.

“He is breathing,” your crystallized voice resonates with a harsh grind.

“He is not breathing,” Red Sulfur’s voice responds back.

“He can still be alive,” you continue as you crudely kneel before his unmoving body, his lion mane is covering his face.

“I’m sorry, Aurora but he is .̟̹̦̳̘̜̥̓̓ͤ.̛ͧͭ̑̔.̢̬.͍̖̞̟̫ͫ̊̽̈̉ͅ.̰̲̹̘͛̍̒̂̓̿͒.̹̥͢.̴̰͙̬̭̪̬̾ ͙͇̬͕̱̫ͬ̾͗̋ͦͣ.”

“No.” No, that’s ridiculous. That is absurd. It’s just outright stupid. Golden Shield would never die like this. “No.”

“Aurora,” his voice rings in your mind like the final punishment of the tribunal, “He’s d̢̠̫̻͇̮͕͉ͪ̍͐e̹̭͎̭̲̹͍̋͐̇͠a̛̭͔̥̳̽͂ͬͨd ̹̹ͬ͛̈ͬ͊̌͌.”

“Check his pulse, Red Sulfur… He’s in coma, I’m sure of it,” your hollow voice snickers, “Just that, he is… comatose.”

“Aurora, I’m sorry.” No. “He’s dead.”

Dead. Dead! Dead!!!

Dead… No…

No, no, no.

No!

No…

The world around you twists into a raging and roaring ocean of blurred shapes and washed out colors; you no longer feel in control of your own thoughts and feeling. Slowly, you feel yourself slipping into the deep, dark eye of the void. You find the current sensation similar to one having the worst of headaches, and amnesia, in the middle of a rampant storm. You are able to sense your body taking steps forward, but you are unable to focus on it any further…

“Yes, as I said,” a similar voice echoes and wakes you up from your shock, “I’m fucking alright… He’s the strongest stallion, which is not saying much, I just needed more freaking time. Hey, Aurora, did you take care of him by your-”

You arouse from your blackout in a painful, shocking instance. Finally, accepting the reality around you, you find yourself holding Lunar Meridian with a powerful grasp by her throat. Her face is blue, even more than before; the heavily bruised and whitewashed bat pony is suffocating in your hooves. In panic, you take a step back and release her. Red Sulfur is quick to place himself before the body of painfully breathing mare and you, as if you’re an enemy.

“I’m…” you begin as your voice collapses on itself, “I’m sorry… Lunar Meridian - I just…”

“Aurora,” Red Sulfur tucks the edges of his hood in a retort, “There was… no other way, do you understand?”

“What do you know?!” you snap at him. Your demonic voice quakes the serenade of the hanging javelins.

“I know just enough!” he snaps back, “My master died defeated by a golem on his way through the tundra, he passed away without anypony knowing… for hours, Aurora; the death of my master was pathetic and miserable and I was not even there, with him, in his final dying moments!” His scarlet eyes slowly fill up with crimson, boiling blood.

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>>29804312
First for glimmies

>tfw Skittles will never get her walkies
>tfw Corona will never get her Christmas present

>>29804487
Check again, anon. SWF just posted an update for Shiny and Corona.

"It was pretty helpful." - you replied - "Sharing feelings once in a while really helps keep one's mind in peace. And the pony turned out to be quite a proffesional, I must admit."
"Glad you're feeling better!" - Word eagerly reply - "Say, weren't you going to study that new book of yours?"
"'Cryomancer's Compendium'? Well, yes. What's the problem?" - you tilted your head.
"I thought that maybe you could try to read it to me?"
"Sure thing." - you smiled - "Though don't count on me explaining really complicated things. I was not the brightest student. Arcane on the other hoof... Who knows, maybe I can persuade him to give you some lessons about magical theory."

Your speech was interrupted by a furious scream coming from the room next door.
"Stay here!" - you instinctively commanded and rushed to help your unicorn comrade, praying that he have not accidentaly summoned some thing pony was not meant to see.
As soon as you reached the corridor, door in the Arcane's room was smashed open by a telekinetical burst and, accomapnied by an inequine cry, a grimoir flew out of the door and hit the wall opposite of it. A moment later it was followed by a wooden chair.

Audibly gulping, you decided to carefully peek inside the room. Arcane was lying on the floor, thrasing in a fit of hysterical laughter, while his armor set stood near his bed, held together by some charm.

Your actions?

>>29782452
Keep watching the mad fuck and see where this goes

>>29782452
I think he is trying to bring his brother back and getting frustrated that it is not working.
Stay there a moment to make sure nothing tries to kill him then sit outside the room for a while. Take a peak in every now and again.

>>29752315
Slight time skip? Cool. How much time? did we get the homes fixed?

>>29752366
The timeskip was to next morning.
You could timeskip to the city I guess, but you'd miss on things and stuff

>>29752315
So does anyone have any idea's how we'll fix our homes? No? Probably shouldn't have ask. What about idea's for money?

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>You wake slowly, slumping yourself to a seated position after several previously failed attempts to start the morning.
>Rubbing your eyes, you groggily clamber to your hooves
>What day is-
>Oh yeah. Weekend. Not that it matters much to you, but Amy should at least be home.
>You notice a smell wafting in through the door.
>Coffee. Yup, Amy’s up.
>You slowly blink, eyelids moving independently of one another.
>How do you start your day?

>>29710115
Let's get some coffee and say hi to our favorite roommate.

>>29710115
Ask if we can get a share of the coffee, and figure out what we're going to do with Octavia and the band thingy.

>>29579820
>The Mushir pauses to inspect the gallows, as an executioner tests the hatches that will drop the prisoners.
>He then turns to Brairheart.
>”I must take my leave, there is still much to do. However tonight there will be a celebration of our victory, my men deserve the rest. Your men are welcomed to come down and join, should they wish.”
>He then offers a hoof to Brairheart, who grasps it with his own.
>As they shake hooves, Brairheart responds:
>”Good luck with the rest of your campaign. If you need any more supplies, I’m sure we can arrange the convoys.”
>The Mushir gives a solemn nod to the Admiral before taking his leave.
>As he walks away, he moves towards the gallows and begins yelling to the executioner in their language.
>When he’s out of earshot, you turn to the Admiral.
“Sir?”
>”Yes Major?”
“I still don’t agree with this. When we took the airships, we promised that the prisoners wouldn’t be harmed.”
>”And while they were under our jurisdiction, they weren’t.”
“If we released them into certain death, it’s no better than executing them ourselves.”
>”Your complaint has been noted. But that’s just how things are; you don’t have to like it. Compromises and sacrifices have to be made when you’re making any decision, doubly so for high level decisions.”
“Understood.”
>Looking back to the gallows, you see the first group of prisoners being led to their execution.
>You don’t recognize any of them.
>Some of them look like they’ve accepted their fate, others are nervously shaking, and one is even pleading for his life.
>As the nooses are placed around their necks, hoods aren’t even placed over their heads.
>Everypony will see their faces as it happens.

>>29586529
>The Mushir then begins to give a speech in Arabian.
>He’s speaking to the prisoners about to die, and the ones brought out to watch.
>Commander Skies then adds in a comment:
>”The rope is too short.”
“What?”
>”They’re not trying to snap the prisoner’s necks. The rope would need to be longer for that to happen.”
“So they’re-“
>The Mushir yells something, and the executioner pulls the lever.
>The prisoners that are now dangling by their necks, bodies shaking as they suffocate; the life slowly draining out of them.
>”It’s time we return to the ship.”
>You hear Brairheart say.
>Taking one last look at the gallows, you then turn to follow the Admiral.

I'll be back tomorrow
>>29586535
>…
“So, General?”
>You’re sitting in a private compartment with Offense.
>He’s been filling in more details from when you were… indisposed.
>”Hmm?”
“Discord can’t be dead, right?”
>”Well, look at it like this. Starlight Glimmer, one of the strongest known unicorns, hit him at full power. That blast was then amplified through some of the largest focusing crystals ever developed.”
“But it’s Discord.”
>”Before that incident, he was causing trouble across Equestria. After Starlight hit him, we haven’t heard a single peep about his status.”
“But he’s immortal. Or at least effectively immortal.”
>”Well, and this is with all due respect, nopony has ever just tried to kill him before. He was previously dealt with by the Elements of Harmony, which just turned him to stone. We’re just not sure if anypony, say Celestia, would have been able to kill him with magic. It was always an attempt to trap or otherwise incapacitate him, so we’re not sure how much lethal force would have been needed.”
>Maybe he really is dead.
>Maybe.
“And Offense?”
>”Yes, Princess?”
“What about Anon? Are you sure there’s no way to get word to him?”
>”Maybe if you had woken up within a few days of his departure, but it’s been too long now.”
>He’s going to the far side of the world on a false pretense.
>The only real reason why he decided to go was to save you.
>If anything happens to him while he’s gone, then it’s on your head.
>”He’s more than capable of dealing with whatever he might encounter over there. He’ll be back, don’t worry.”