The series could have ended right there.

So how many of you would insert your dick in her mouth and want the cockatrice to turn you to stone?

>>29832184
The show has many moments of Deus Ex Machina.

so obviously she didn't die, if she was left there would she have been frozen in time forever, or would she eventually starve to death while still encased in stone?

Way to go, celestia. You're prized pupil and designated successor was killed by a random forest horror. Nice. Good pick.

>>29832184
Literally the only time Twilight herself was in peril until the Season 6 finale. Literally every other time she was just barely lucky enough to escape and save the day, or because "it was her destiny" to save the day.

>>29832220
Somehow a little thing came to mind when I read your comment so I wrote it out because why not.

>You're an aspiring archeologist pony on your first big expedition after graduating.
>And after a three day journey taking you deeper and deeper into the increasingly untamed jungle, you think you're finally getting close to what you're looking for.
>Sitting down on a large rock, you take a moment to catch your breath.
>Even though it's around noon, most of the sweltering sun is blocked by the thick roof of leaves far above, leaving the forest floor with only a bit of murky twilight.
>Doesn't help the heat though.
>Or the humidity.
>Or the annoyingly huge insects buzzing around, trying to sting and bite you at every opportunity.
>So why, you keep asking yourself.
>Why would you willingly put up with all this?
>After taking a long, satisfying drag from your flask of water and wiping your face clean of the sweat and dirt with a handkerchief, you carefully unfold your map from your saddlebag.
>You smile, gently following the entwined trails and pathways with your hoof.
>You must have spent dozens of hours brooding over them back in the twilight of your study, trying to unravel their hidden secrets and locked-away entrances - you actually think you've got them memorized by now.
>Still, it never hurts to double check.
>And there - in the heart of this godforsaken forest - lies the reason for your expedition.
>A village.
>Not a large one, mind, if these charts are anything to go on, but there it is.
>And once you knew what to look for, the evidence just kept piling up, leaving you traces and hints like breadcrumbs scattered throughout history.
>An ancient civilization.
>No one seemed to be able to clearly identify anything about it, but it was - unmistakably - there.
>Here.
>Or around here at least.

>>29833240
>You didn't find any villages yet, but that doesn't surprise you.
>Older charts suggest that the jungle has been spreading rapidly in the last centuries, and even if it hadn't, you doubt traces of huts and houses would survive long in these conditions.
>Still, you should be able to find something.
>Life is bound to leave traces not so easily reclaimed by nature, and you can almost feel yourself getting close to them.

>After a bit more resting you continue pushing forward, feeling the air around you slowly - thankfully - cool as midday turns into afternoon and afternoon into evening.
>The sun has long vanished behind the horizon, leaving you with the quickly swelling sparkle of moonlight making its way through the overgrowth.
>Another uneventful day it seems, and you're about start arguing with yourself if you should begin your return trek tomorrow, when an unfamiliar shine rips you from your thoughts.
>There, a few meters in front of you between the tree trunks, something that shouldn't be here catches your eye, the scattered moonlight touching it with an eerie, almost unnatural glow.
>A statue.
>A statue of a pony.
>You gallop towards it, nearly tripping over your hooves from your excitement.
>This is it.
>This is proof.
>Proof of this once being a place where ponies lived.
>You stop in front of the statue, quickly dropping your saddlebags and equipment in an attempt to get out your tools.
>You can feel your own heartbeat pounding in your chest and you see your hooves shaking when you slowly, gingerly reach out to touch the processed stone.
>It's cold to the touch and oddly smooth.
>Examining some more, you quickly pull your sketchpad from your bags and begin taking notes.
>This is incredible.
>The statue depicts a mare, that much is clear, a unicorn with an evenly-cut mane and tail, about life-sized and fairly detailed.
>Too detailed.
>Her eyes seem to sparkle with unshed tears; her mane and tail are incredibly lifelike.

>>29833269
>But it's her expression you can't wrap your head around.
>Her look of shock; of pure, unfiltered terror.
>Her eyes are wide and her mouth agape.
>A shudder runs down your spine as you quickly scribble more and more data into your notebook.
>Why would somepony make a statue like this, and in this detail no less?
>Statues are supposed to be celebratory or glorifying, are they not?
>Or intimidating even.
>This is neither.
>This is a mare moments away from her demise, the true nature of her circumstances just now dawning on her, but too late to be of any assistance.
>All her realization is causing is solidifying her panic, as she - in the last second of her existence - pieces together what the rest of eternity would be like for her.
>You sink down on your makeshift camp, still mustering the statue.
>The moonlight is still hitting it, making its features all the more pronounced in the stark relief of light and shadow.
>Another shudder creeps up your spine as you turn to lie on your side and close your eyes.
>Regardless of its eeriness, your find just brought you a major step closer to unraveling a bit of history seemingly forgotten.
>You’ll properly catalogue it in the morning and see where to go from there.
>Sleep comes easy to you.
>You dream of a purple-eyed mare stuck in time, waiting out the eons in darkness and silence until the end of the world finally absolves her.

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>>29833316
The terrifying thing is, Discord was imprisoned in stone for 1000 years. This exact thing may be more realistic than assumed.

I actually like the idea of one day in the show they find a pony or "statue" and when brought back to Canterlot to be put in a Museum or etc Celestia gazes upon it and breaks down in tears or something as she realises it's one of her former students. Wheither or not they can bring him/her back is another mystery.

But this all kind of depends on what it was like for Discord. Is Discord immortal and can live 1000 years in stone? Or did the stone itself maintain his corpse and he's less powerful than we thought? Could a normal pony survive it or would they die from regular causes while trapped?

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>>29833384
The tone of the entire matter is probably too dark for the show to be fleshing out lore about it. I'd like to think you can at least percive time being trapped in stone. Discord seemed to have a feeling on how he was gone a long time. Then again he was petrified by the elements, not a cockatrice so it might be different.

Remember when Equestria was a land actually filled with danger and monsters around every corner? Yeah, now it's go-karts and supermarkets.

>>29833384
>is the embodiment of chaos immortal
hmm

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>>29833694
Like he said, Discord is pretty gifted. I don't see him being able to percive time while trapped to be too much of a stretch, however does anything actually state how powerful Discord is? I thought the embodiment of chaos thing was more of a fanon idea.

>>29832200
>rises hand

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>>29833921
>What? Why aren't you turning to stone
"I'm already ROCK HARD baby!"

>>29833935
That reminds me of some short green where anon claims he is rock hard for Maud and she destroys his testicles and dick to prove he isn't really very rock hard.

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>>29833316
Fucking hell. Good job, mate, that hit hard in only a few posts.
>The statue is accidentally unfrozen at some point
>Twilight has to deal with being jumped untold hundreds of years into the future
>Not only her friends are gone, but everything she once knew
>All her knowledge, irrelevant
>Eventually she begs to be returned to petrified oblivion

>>29833384
I've seen at least once description of Discord's petrification as basically a combination of endlessly ongoing torturous execution, as his very existence is chaos and being forced into stillness like that was so anathema to him that he was aware of even his very atoms being forced into immobility.

>>29833976
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDhJU_cNCZE

>>29833316

This was pretty creepy, nice work.

>>29833316
>Celestia is still alive, and the capital is still Canterlot
>archaeologist returns the statue to a museum in Canterlot
>Celestia comes to see it
>She recognizes her faithful student and uses a spell to counteract the cockatrice petrification
>Twilight wakes up a millennium in the future, friends and home long gone

Gotta get back

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>>29834245
Well fuck....

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>>29832184
Actually

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>>29834438
That single statue speaks volumes.

>>29834466
Fluttershy bunny rescue at 12-4am

>>29833384
Just use a fragrant branch of yore, she'll be fine.