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mushroompone · 3 months

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Real talk for one sec

If you're active in the MLP community and you're looking for fic / wanting to get into fic writing, I am on my knees BEGGING for you to make a fimfiction account. It's been the hub for MLP fic since 2011 and it's been dying a slow weird death. Like any other site, it takes some curating, but there's a lot of amazing, wonderful people on there and some truly incredible sub-communities that are well worth joining.

If anyone following me is curious about the site, please feel free to ask! I've been a member since 2013 and I know the ins and outs. I'm more than happy to help some new blood get involved!!

#mlp #mlp fim #my little pony #mlp fic

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wandasfifthwife · 15 days

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matter of importance

— eg!rarity x reader

tw || no specific gender mentioned for reader but I imagined fem while writing, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending, first argument, not proofread

summary || rarity’s been asked to design a fashion line for a designer you know she’s been raving about since forever. after succeeding, she’s landed a full-time job as their designer. in doing so, she’s left you behind.

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She’s chasing after her dreams—why would you wish to stop her from doing so. It’s been an incredibly long journey, you know as she’s been using you as a model for her clothes. That was until she got an offer, the one that’s now lead her down a path of success; but lately you’ve been afraid that her vision for a successful future is one without you.

You might’ve not enjoyed the feeling of her needle poking you from time to time when you were her model, but you enjoyed the time spent with her. Now she has real models to work with, important measurements to take. It was all done without you. Of course you try to be supportive by showing up to her events or being in the background. What kept you going was seeing her face light up when she would recognize you in the crowd. She still cares to see you.

You brought yourself over to her workspace, sitting on a nearby chair to watch her. An ugly feeling arising when you come to realize your plans will be cancelled again. Sitting in silence beside her can only be so much for so long.

“Rarity,” you call out, voice muffled from the sounds of her sewing machine. She spots your shadow walking up, momentarily stopping to listen.

“Do you want to go that city event tonight?”

“Oh darling I wish, but I am quite backed up. Perhaps we can reschedule?”

You highly doubt it. At this rate you don’t believe you’ll get a moment alone with her until she’s at a stable point in her career. If that even were ever happen.

She’s gone back to sewing, choosing another project to work on seeing as you’ve started to talk to her. Her glasses set on the tip of her nose, fingers working on weaving the needle through the cloth, fixing a hem that had fallen loose once fitted in the model.

“Rarity?”

“Yes?”

“What’s this supposed to do,” you emphasize your words by pointing at the tack around her thumb.

“Oh why it’s a thumb tack, helps me not to poke my finger when I’m doing smaller stitch work.”

The next two, three, six questions are running her patience thin. It’s like every minute you were dragging her attention here and there, anywhere but where she needs it to be. It snaps after the eight question, pushing her mind into an unhealthy state.

“What’s going on with you,” she starts, continuing to finish fixing the dress, “you’re usually not like this.”

You debate on telling her the truth, not sure if you could handle hearing her response to your apparent “issue.” She would laugh at you, find you ridiculous for thinking her work was taking her away from you.

“I’m just talking to you.”

“Well you did, and if you can’t tell I’m busy.”

“Of course you’re busy, that’s all you ever are,” you snap, hurt bleeding into your aggressive tone. “If you would take a step back you’d see that this has been taking all of your attention.”

“It’s a serious job, it’s going to take time to do.”

“And I’m not serious enough?“

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“No,” you huff, “it’s what you’re showing. You’re acting like this isn’t a problem.”

“This wouldn’t be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it. I think you’re being unreasonable, now please leave me be. That’s been quite enough.”

You wish it was a joke, or a nightmare, but her back facing towards you was reality. There was hope that she would turn around, apologize, say she’d love to meet later tonight. It hurts more when she moves to work back with the machine, the loud sound drowning out any other comments you may add.

With arms wrapped around you, you left. A choked sob escaping you once you’ve left her building. You’ve never experienced this side of her, one that’s aloof and removed. You avoided her house, walking straight back to your own to try and dry up the tears falling down your cheeks.

Rarity was unable to work. After working with a sewing machine for so long the sound has become like background noise to her, she’s used to it. So she heard your cry when you left, the sound new to her ears. She’s heard you cry before, but not because of her. Ego kept her from turning around and apologizing right then, and she regrets, guilt rising within her with every minute.

Maybe there’s a way to make it up to you. She’s rushing to check her clock, seeing that she still has two hours until the town’s event begins—she still had time. Your house was in the same neighborhood as her, a five minute walk either way. Upon approaching she notices the light on in your room. She feels worse when she sees your state. After opening the door, you’ve been looking anywhere but her, eyes puffy and red.

“I came to apologize,” she starts, wringing her hands together, “I was rude earlier, snapping at you like that. It was terrible of me. You didn’t deserve that.”

You nod along, eyes still sad and avoiding hers. She grows frustrated, movements less shy and inward.

“Oh I can’t take this. I miss you, and I’m so sorry. I’d leave this job in a second if it’d help remove this mopey feeling.”

“You don’t have to quit, I’m just selfish.”

“I do, it’s too much for me anyways—it doesn’t allow me to do what matters most.”

You’ve begun to cry again, teeth biting at your cheek to try and stop it.

“Are those sad or happy tears, darling. I quite hope they’re happy.”

“They’re happy,” you laugh, wiping at your face.

She smiles, pulling you into an embrace that would’ve had you blushing if she had done this after a week of dating. You grip her shirt, relaxing in her hold.

“You’re not a second choice to me.”

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tubapun · 3 months

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Wrote a new fic!! It's about loss, grief, and curtains!!

#starlight glimmer #trixie lulamoon #startrix #my art #fanfiction #i already got a really nice comment from a writer i adore im very happy with this one #mlp #mlp fic

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korkietism · 3 months

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@mlp-warpedaway art for my silly fic (it’s not posted yet sorry chat)

#mlp #mlp art #mlp fanart #mlp au #mlp oc #mlp fic

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violitkittin · 4 months

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"Friendship Is Crazy" is an AU of mine based on My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. The idea of the AU is a what if the whole "Friendship" thing had a more realistic dark tome to it, all of the characters in Friendship Is Crazy are a lot darker and more "real", at least my "real" depiction of friends. Pinkie Pie is generally insane. Stay tuned because I will for sure update you all.

If you are interested and would like to help us out, plz feel free to DM me. I plan to eventually bring this to YouTube.

Art by: sage_kitttydraws

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anaalnathrakhs · 1 year

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hi dear readers, today i offer you: slightly out of pocket crossover

Rating: Teens and up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Metalocalypse, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Relationship: Pinkie Pie & Toki Wartooth Characters: Toki Wartooth, Pinkie Pie, small roles for everyone else Additional Tags: Crossover, Cartoon Physics, Childhood Trauma, Crack, Canon-Typical Alcoholism, Past Child Abuse, Accidental Bonding, Friendship, graphic description of cake

#it's not crack treated seriously it's more like... crack treated thoroughly #by virtue of the source material being very cracky to begin with #metalocalypse #mtl #metalocalypse fanfic #mtl fanfic #mlp #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp fanfic #mlp fic #mlp fanfiction #toki wartooth #pinkie pie #i write things sometimes

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queen-raven-imp · 4 months

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Summary: After the events of “To Where and Back Again,” Fluttershy starts feeling bad for Queen Chrysalis, who is all alone with no other changelings and no love to satiate her hunger. So the pegasus finds Chrysalis in the Everfree Forest and offers to take care of her in the Sanctuary. Chrysalis reluctantly agrees, and finds that even though she doesn’t feel any love from Fluttershy, she feels fulfilled in other ways. The changeling queen goes through some inexplicable changes as she gets used to her new life, and wonders if it’s possible for her to love somepony else.

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chemical-bunz · 2 years

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Visionary was among the closest living things to the rainboom when it went off, having gone out to pick flowers for a project.

As a unicorn, she was more naturally in-tune with the magic around her, and oh Celestia, was it around her.

Like an opera singer shatters glass, the terrible symphony of the Rainboom shattered her mind, it’s spiderwebbed fragments wrapping around her every sense, as a storm grew around her.

Visionary was cursed, forever after that day, with such terribly visions and prophecies of the future.

the poor filly would be found three days later by a search party, hysterically sobbing over a “mare in the moon” and “queen of bugs”.

At first, the family was concerned for her mental well-being, but then it became clear that prophetic visions were her talent.

And then it was okay, right? your special talent can’t hurt you. Can’t harm your ability to live free. To live happy. She grew older, and most of her visions were of mundane disasters. A falling pot, or faulty electrical wire.

She saved the day until it was just her job. Now, Visionary is a tired, 20-something mare, with crippling anxiety and a savior complex.

Visionary can be found at Brandy Pie’s Bar, clustered together with the regulars, occasionally breaking out into fits of prophecy.

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edsheerankinnie · 2 months

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Had a dream last night abt applejack, she somehow got deaf bc illness or smth Fortnite related? Can’t remember, but then it was also in the plot of my fic abt her n Cherry, and while aj was learning to adjust to her new world (she might’ve been blind too idk?) Cherry had to also learn to better interact w her now as if she already doesn’t have a hard time w that. N I remember being like in the dream “damn this plot too? In my fic? I mean ok ig”

really funny to think abt tho bc as a kid I was madly in love w aj but had no idea what that was or how to express it so I imagined this entire storyline in my head where she got super sick to the point of near death, n when she eventually did get better she was blind And deaf Hellen Keller style anc Ohh she had to learn her way around in this new world now. and this I used to passionately imagine before I slept every night bc it was so lively to me thd idea bc my dumb kid brain didn’t know what romance was and was forbidden from expressing it, so this was my outlet ig. In retrospect, I don’t think losing her sight of hearing would ever affect AJ at all considering her practical skill and agility

#Ah hell nah what’s she yapping about #anyways go read my pinned fic lol #applejack #mlp fim #mlp #rant #mlp fic #mlp oc #cherryjack #dreams #growing up

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applejackofalltrades · 2 years

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uhm yea! cause i havent drawn her actually like this so i thought i might as well anyway strawb is somewhere off screen i got lazy. have some reins content bc i really deprived yall for like 4 months

this is art based on my story Letting Go Of The Reins please check it out :)

keep in mind this is like the first time I've drawn a wheelchair, i did my best but still got lots to learn!

#my little pony #mlp art #mlp #applejack #applejack mlp #mlp au #mlp fic #mlp fanfic #uhh #shes in a wheelchair?#cause #plot #pls read the story #it updates sometimes?#jay draws ponies

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small-witch-big-hat · 1 year

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I'm going to start talking about writing here, because not talking hasn't helped much

My current major project is a My Little Pony:Friendship is Optimal fic about the staff at a private rocket company heavily inspired (at least in broad concept)by SpaceX.

They realize that CelestAI, the pony-themed superintelligence bent on satisfying human values through friendship and ponies, has gotten too much steam to be stopped. People are uploading, nations are collapsing, and governments are scrabbling to consolidate what power they can, but none of it will work - they are either going to barely live in a collapsing, increasingly ponified world, or they will let Celestia win, agree to be uploaded and live forever as beloved but limited ponies in her virtual Equestria.

So, they force her hand. They know she wants 'em, and they agree to emigrate, under one condition - first, she has to help them get to the Moon. The real Moon, under their own power, in a rocket that they build themselves. They're all massive space nerds and this is the one last great hurrah for humanity - they'll get off Earth at least once, before it's all eaten by a computer.

I've got a pretty solid idea for the (partially-written so far) ending, and I am pretty happy with the beginning. I've got a cast of characters and I know roughly the arc I want each of them to follow. That said, I've been brickwalled on this project for probably about a year. I want to get back to writing but it's become a terrifying concept to return to it - and yet until the story is done, I can't take that off of my head.

#writing #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp fio #friendship is optimal #my little pony friendship is optimal #fimfic #mlp fic #fanfic

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mushroompone · 3 months

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On a chilly morning in early October, Ocellus came to class without a head.

What with all the MLP horror talk flying around, I figured now was a good time to re-share my big horror story from Halloween 2022. It's called The Head and it's a little bit of speculative horror about changeling biology and where we draw the line between life and death. I hope you check it out!!

The cover art (above) was beautifully done by @poggerspie :]

#mlp #mlp fim #mlp horror #horror #mlp fic #mlp fanfic #mlp horror fic #mlp horror fanfic #mlp creepypasta

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konapony · 2 years

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Twilight Sparkle x Sans Undertale

angst, eventual acceptance

The episode begins with Twilight Sparkle walking into her castle, where she is immediately tackled by a skeleton in a blue hoodie.

"Sans!" she yelps, before realizing who it is.

"Hey there, Twilight," Sans says with a grin. "Long time no see."

"What are you doing here?" Twilight asks, getting to her feet.

"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by," Sans says. "Figured you could use a friend."

"I always appreciate your friendship, Sans," Twilight says. "But I'm kind of busy right now."

"That's okay," Sans says. "I'll just wait here until you're free."

Twilight Sparkle goes about her business, but she can't help but notice that Sans is always there, just waiting for her. Eventually, she gives up and sits down with him to talk.

"So, Twilight," Sans says. "What's new?"

"Not much," Twilight says. "Just studying and working on my research."

"That sounds boring," Sans says. "You need to get out more and have some fun."

"I like my work," Twilight says. "It's important to me."

"I know," Sans says. "But you can't work all the time. You need to live a little."

"I guess you're right," Twilight says. "But I don't really know how to have fun."

"I can show you," Sans says. "It'll be fun, I promise."

Twilight Sparkle is hesitant, but she eventually agrees to go out with Sans. And she has to admit, she has a lot of fun. She laughs more than she ever has before, and she feels lighter and happier than she can remember.

Eventually, Twilight's friends catch wind of her relationship with Sans, and they are less than pleased.

"What are you doing, Twilight?" Rarity asks. "You can't date him."

"Why not?" Twilight asks.

"Because he's a skeleton!" Rarity says. "It's just not proper."

"I don't care about that," Twilight says. "I like him and he makes me happy."

"It's just not natural," Applejack says. "You're better than that."

"No, I'm not," Twilight says. "I'm just like everyone else, and I deserve to be happy."

"We just don't want you to get hurt," Fluttershy says.

"I appreciate your concern," Twilight says. "But I can take care of myself. I'm happy with Sans, and that's all that matters."

Eventually, her friends come to accept her relationship with Sans, even if they don't entirely approve. And Twilight Sparkle is finally happy, with the skeleton she loves by her side.

#ai generated #my art #mlp #mlp fim #mlp fic #mlp fim fic #twilight sparkle #sans undertale #sans #twilight sparkle x sans

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dapper-lil-arts · 2 months

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