[ID: six digital paintings of the etrian odyssey 4 stratums.
first image, lush woodlands -- it is a limited palette of pale yellow, light green, green, dark green, and dark blue. it is a forested area, with a large tree in the center, palms and branching bushes on both sides.
second image, misty ravine -- it is a limited palette of pale orange, pink, grey, olive green, and blue-green. it is a forested area, with flowers in the foreground, and tree that sweeps across two small hills in the midground, and fog in the background.
third image, golden lair -- it is a limited palette of white, gold, cyan, medium-blue, and grey. it is a cavernous area with water covering the bottom, and small opening to the sky, and stalagmites/stalactites forming.
fourth image, echoing library -- it is a limited palette of pale yellow, pale green, tan, brown, and purple. it is a large library overrun with branches and wisteria vines.
fifth image, fallen capital -- it is a limited palette of pale orange, orange, dusty pink, brown, and dark brown. it is a large tree with winding roots taking over a castle-like structure. warm light streams from the left and illuminates both the tree and the castle.
sixth image, hall of darkness -- it is a limited palette of red, dark red, grey, black, and pale green. it is the interior of a symmetrical strong structure, blood staining the floors and walls. end ID]
Wings Slumbering in the Forest >>> The Ravenous Heir to Madness
I / II / III / IV / V / bonus
55 notes
·
View notes
Her last appointment with Aura was such a clusterfuck that Snowcone almost didn’t want to try therapy ever again. She knew she needed help, but this wasn’t it. If somepony making her feel like shit was supposed to “fix” her, then she wanted no part in it. She’d rather feel like shit on her own terms than go through that again.
But her mom practically begged her to give it another try, after she opened up to her about Veuve. A mistake. Now she was going in to get treated like a project again. Maybe therapy was working for Twilight Sparkle but that didn’t mean it would work for Snowcone Syrup. She strongly doubted it, but she’d give it a try anyway.
So she lay sprawled out on the couch in the therapist’s office, twiddling her hooves and letting her eyes wander around the room, almost as if she didn’t look at her therapist that she wouldn’t see her.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
The older mare spoke up, almost in a casual, laid-back tone. Snow could already tell she wasn’t like Aura, with that stupid grin on her beak and her talons writing down her every word. Honey Lush’s demeanor was more like Aurora’s, chill and nice enough to give her space.
But Snowcone wasn’t going to let her guard down that easily.
“What if I just don’t talk for the whole hour?”
She sassed back, watching her reaction to see if it would get a rise out of her.
But it didn’t.
“That’s your choice. But I think you’ll come out feeling like you wasted your time.”
Snow rolled her eyes. She was basically wasting her time already. This mare probably thought she already knew her anyway.
“Let me guess, my mom told you all about the stuff I said about my EX friend and you’re gonna try to convince me to make up with her like life is some sort of little foal’s cartoon.”
Honey Lush shook her head.
“No, your mom didn’t tell me anything. But if that’s something you want to unpack, go for it.”
The filly groaned once she realized what she’d just gotten herself into. Shit! She’d totally exposed herself and for once her mom didn’t do a thing! Well, except send her to this dumb appointment in the first place.
“What is there to unpack? My mom is getting in my business like she always does! Making me go to therapy like I need to be fixed!”
Her therapist cocked an eyebrow.
“So you don’t think you need any help at all?”
“No, I—“
Snow stammered, taken aback by her therapist’s blunt questioning.
“I do need help! I know that! I’m just not gonna get it from some shrink! I tried before, I really did!”
“Alright then. That’s fair.”
The therapist shrugged. Gaia, she was so casual it was somehow both relieving and aggravating.
“Some methods just aren’t right for you. It’s a lot of trial and error. Do you think your mom sending you to different therapists is her way of trying to help you get the help you want?”
“I mean yeah…”
Snow admitted.
“Mom DOES love me. She IS respecting my space more by knocking on my door and not getting up my ass about grades and all that. And she is going to therapy so maybe she thinks it’ll work for me too. But just because it’s good for her doesn’t mean it’s good for me! I told her all about Veuve awhile back and she really thought a fucking friendship lesson was gonna help me!”
“Veuve is the ex friend you mentioned earlier?”
The filly grumbled.
“Yeah…ugh, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“Well considering you did, it seems to be really bothering you. Want to run me through it?”
Everything in Snow was internally screaming to just walk out but she stayed seated anyway, feeling like she wanted to cry as she started thinking of everything that happened.
“She USED to be my best friend. I was her ride-or-die, when ponies gave her shit I gave them shit right back. But she didn’t like that, she said she didn’t want me to help her like she was too good for that. She thinks she’s too good for everypony, that prissy little bitch. She even embarrassed me at the fucking Gala and had the audacity to ask if I was okay afterwards! Like hello!”
Tears started to well up in her eyes.
“No I’m not! Because of her!”
She gritted her teeth in rage, not wanting to let her therapist see her break down.
“Of course, this is very upsetting. Do you think she wanted to embarrass you?”
“I don’t think she cares at all! It’s all about her!”
Snow cried out indignantly.
“I see.”
Honey Lush nodded.
“Let’s go back to your mom for a bit. She has a history of pushing boundaries?”
“Yes! Mom AND Mother!”
“So if I’m getting this right, they’re trying to help you but it’s not the help you want.”
“Yeah! I want them to stop trying to fix shit for me!”
“Have you considered that maybe Veuve feels that way about you?”
Snowcone was absolutely rocked by this observation. How dare this smug old lady tell her how she felt?
“No way, it’s totally different!”
“Okay, how so?”
The filly stopped, struggling to find the words to describe how she felt.
As she did so, Honey Lush continued on, leaning over her chair like she had Snow all figured out.
“You love your mom and mother but you still need to set boundaries with them. That doesn’t mean you love them any less, right? Veuve seems to still care considering she reached out to you, she just wants a different kind of support from you sometimes. Maybe. I could be wrong.”
She sat back nonchalantly.
“Maybe your boundaries and her boundaries aren’t compatible, maybe it’s not meant to be. Or maybe you can work it out like you and your mom are trying to do, coexisting with each of your needs and wants. It could end well or it could get worse. But you never know until you talk to her. Is it worth it to throw away your ride-or-die without at least seeing what would happen?”
Snowcone was so pissed yet she had so much to think about. This damn therapist, getting in her head like this! Making her do all the work! If only there was a spell that could fix all her problems, she’d take that over this.
But maybe Honey Lush was right, at least a little bit. She really couldn’t know unless she tried. It might not go well but then she could at least tell that mare she told her so. And on the off chance it did go well…it would save her a lot more stress and heartbreak. She had to put in the work if she wanted anything to get better.
She hesitated for a bit, but finally admitted it to herself.
“No…it wouldn’t be worth it.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Previous: Steep Valley
Next: Then Just Give
6 notes
·
View notes
If I think about the putt putt trolls too hard I get sad like-
they were separated by a cave in. They must’ve assumed the other half of the Pop Trolls, or at least most of em, died right? Did they hold funerals? A ceremony at the Golf Course once they learned it was safe for those who passed away in the tunnels?
Did Viva know about the other Troll genre’s and races? Was that kept from her too? I’d assume so. If it was then how depressing is it to view you and your village alone as the only Trolls ever, only for Half of them to die during your escape for freedom?
Given Viva’s comment about “It’s so fantastamazing to see other Trolls!!” I’d assume she only thought those in the Putt Putt Greens were left. Everyone else must’ve assumed that too, right?
Do u Think there’s gravestones? Do u think they planted flowers to represent people who passed away that day?
Do u think when they’re moving the Putt Putt Trolls from the golf course to Trolltopia they come across lil flower patches? Two planted by Viva for her father and sister? Four planted by Clay for his brothers?
Did they mourn? Or did they push all that away? Viva’s definitely someone of avoidance but Clay feels a lot, how different were their mourning periods? Did they cling to each other? Go full loner? They’re closer then close in the movie, maybe there’s an argument to be made it’s teetering on co-dependency
I KNOW ITS A KIDS MOVIE BUT THERES SOMETHING INHERENTLY DEPRESSING ABOUT THE PUTT PUTTS WE DONT TALK ABOUT ENOUGH-
19 notes
·
View notes