alicornae

[alicornae]

feeling the luna muse all the sudden waddahell

consider this an inbox call ig?? bc i cant make the first move on my own JBSJDBF

[alicornae]

feeling the luna muse all the sudden waddahell

consider this an inbox call ig?? bc i cant make the first move on my own JBSJDBF

[alicornae]

feeling the luna muse all the sudden waddahell

consider this an inbox call ig?? bc i cant make the first move on my own JBSJDBF

[alicornae]

my little dark age

[alicornae]

in five minutes it'd been a whirlwind of emotions — wariness, caution, anger, curiosity, awe ... and now suddenly, pity. luna watched as the newly formed pony using its new limbs, pawing at the dirty they had disturbed with their .. rather explosive entrance. it was no creature like her or anypony she knew ... and yet—

it reminded her of herself. small flashes of coming home came flooding in her mind once more. her arriving to a new castle with faces she'd never seen before. she recalled how they'd all watched on, their faces both curious and so warm. it was equestria, and she'd been surrounded by ponies who'd cared about her. but even so, coming back like that, it all had felt so ... alien.

the silence hung in the air for a moment as her eyes turned from scrutinizing to .. something softer. no matter what, anypony in their situation deserved the same kindness she never felt she'd deserved.

" ... Of course, " luna responded, in a tone kinder than before — channeling her best impression of her sister, whom always seemed to have an easy time just ... talking to ponies, " Of course. I see it now — It is ... most difficult to have been forced to leave home in such a way. "

a silver - clad hoof reaches outward towards the wayward creature.

" I know not of how to return you back but ... if you come with me, we might find a way together. "

The entity blinked down at the other...being? That was the best thing they could think of describing the fascinating beast before them. The deep blues and navies of its coat. The glimmer of silver decor around its body. A symbol of status, perhaps?

And then their was its mane. It reminded them so much of home, the constant flow of the cosmos and the glittering stars that they had held so close to their heart.

Ah, it wasn't the right word. She. This creature was a she. That was more correct. They themselves didn't have any concept of gender- they simple were what they were. But touching this magnificent thing had...

"I...apologize if I have frightened thou." They warbled softly, scuffling a wobbly hoof against the dirt before them. What a strange feeling. Cold. Hard yet soft. Damp and dry at the same time. "It seems in touching thou, I have absorbed and mimicked thou's genetic sequence and shifted to better adapt to this world."

Their silver eyes glanced upward, a longing expression flitting across their new, pony-like face for just a brief moment. "I am me. A nameless thing. I was resting, safe. Then something changed and I was forced out of orbit." Their gaze returned to the princess, still slightly disoriented but adjusting.

"It seems I have ended up on thou's world by chance. An accident."

A pause, before a quick addition- "I mean thou no harm, of course."

[alicornae]

reminder: despite how often i talk abt celestia, i am a luna stan first and foremost and forever til i die and beyond that

[alicornae]

NEW LUNA DRAWING!!!! Stay tuned for the dual matching print :3 trying to practice these types of borders

[alicornae]

🚢

nebulus and luna runs away laughing

shipping sheet / always accepting !!

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers ( ehehehehe get it. bc theyre an alien ) | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: bro im so weak the vibes alone make me wanna ship it. its perfect. space x space goddess LETS GO??

[alicornae]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

[alicornae]

SPARRING/TRAINING SESSIONS WITH A DASH OF TENSION. all these sentences and prompts are made about training sessions or sparring partners that can develop into tension, be it antagonistic or sexual. These quotes explore dynamics like rivalry, mentorship, flirtation, intensity, grudges, and emotional undertones. please change pronouns, locations and more as you see fit.

“You’re holding back. Are you afraid of hurting me—or of what happens if you don’t?”

“Every scar on my body started as a lesson. Let’s see what you’ll teach me today.”

“This isn’t dancing. Stop smiling and try to hit me.”

“You fight with your heart. That’s why you lose your breath first.”

“That sword’s too heavy for your pride to carry.”

“If you flinch again, I’ll hit you for real.”

“I’m not your enemy. Not today. But train like I might be tomorrow.”

“Careful. You’re starting to enjoy this a little too much.”

“You think you can beat me? Prove it.”

“You learn fast. But I hit faster.”

“No talking. Just blades.”

“Each strike tells me more about you than your words ever could.”

“Are we sparring or settling something?”

“I said train, not try to kill me.”

“Your stance is perfect. Shame about the hesitation.”

“You’re bleeding. Still want to keep going?”

“This isn’t over. We just paused it.”

“Getting close doesn’t mean winning.”

“The floor loves you today. How many times will you kiss it?”

“Pain is just honesty from your body.”

“Try that move again. Slower. I want to see why it failed.”

“You hide behind form. Real fighters bleed.”

“I’m not impressed by technique. Only survival.”

“Your anger makes you predictable.”

“Don’t flirt with your opponent unless you can block while blushing.”

“Oh, you meant to fall like that?”

“We’re not done until someone can’t stand.”

“Training with you is like dancing on the edge of a blade.”

“Is that a sword or an extension of your ego?”

“You hesitate before every strike. Why?”

“Your hands shake. That fear’s still in you.”

“The closer you get, the less you see. Keep your distance.”

“You’ve improved. But I still see the boy behind the blade.”

“One day, you’ll beat me. Just not today.”

“You strike like you want to be seen. Real warriors strike like shadows.”

"You keep getting this close… is it my blade you’re after, or my breath?"

"You're flushed. Is it the fight, or the way I look at you between strikes?"

"Careful—if you keep pinning me like that, I might start to enjoy losing."

"Every time we touch steel, you shiver. Admit it—you crave this."

"Your grip faltered. Did my voice distract you again?"

"Harder. Or are you saving your strength for something else tonight?"

"I can hear your heartbeat. Fast. Wild. Not from fear, though… is it?"

"You breathe like we’ve already tangled in the dark—and not just with swords."

"Keep whispering in my ear during combat and I might forget which weapon I’m holding."

"If you want me on my knees, just say so. You don’t have to disarm me first."

PROMPTS.

Two rivals are forced to spar alone for the first time since a bitter argument.

One fighter begins to pull punches—until the other calls them a coward.

A training match gets interrupted when one draws real blood on accident... or was it?

The master and student swap roles mid-spar, revealing secrets.

A sarcastic remark mid-fight sparks a dangerous escalation.

They lock swords—too close, breathing fast, tension crackling between them.

One fighter is injured but refuses to stop. The other hesitates.

Training in the rain turns messy, slippery—and harder to resist each other.

During drills, one whispers something distracting, causing a mistake.

The match ends when someone is disarmed and ends up pinned.

After a harsh blow, the silence between them is louder than the impact.

A bet is placed: if one wins, the other must do something embarrassing.

One fighter keeps losing on purpose—for a reason they won’t say.

A bystander watches the match, clearly affecting one fighter's confidence.

The match was meant to be a formality—but neither pulls punches.

One grabs the other’s wrist mid-strike and doesn’t let go.

Training weapons get swapped mid-match—testing adaptability.

They practice close-combat, and the proximity flusters one of them.

A mistake leads to an awkward fall—someone lands on top of the other.

Someone uses an unexpected move that only a specific teacher would have taught.

They mimic each other’s movements, until one gets frustrated.

Sparring becomes a silent argument—no words, just strikes.

A third person comments from the sidelines, stirring jealousy.

A fighter wins with a trick, and the loser storms off—pride wounded.

One fighter keeps using a move the other dislikes—on purpose.

The match is over, but they keep going.

After sparring, neither speaks, but both keep glancing back.

A sudden shift—sparring turns into a real fight.

The tension finally snaps, and a kiss replaces the next blow.

They train late at night, when no one’s watching.

One accuses the other of holding back feelings during sparring.

Their blades clash repeatedly in rhythm—like a dance they’ve done before.

Sweat drips, bruises bloom—but neither yields.

One drops their weapon and dares the other to continue unarmed.

Sparring ends with someone flat on the ground, laughing instead of angry.

[alicornae]

as an alicorn, she's lived to see a lot of things no mortal pony could dream of. she's seen towns and kingdoms rise and fall over and over again, creatures of all manners and types — ones from the dreamscape alone were countless and as strange as the next.

but this ... it was unlike anything she's seen before.

to luna, it was almost ... endearing and oddly beautiful. she'd been known for her fondness towards creatures many would find disgusting and unsettling ; rats and possums, snakes, etc. this list grows on further each day, including tonight it seemed. the mare was entranced, mirroring the creature as it tilted it's head.

then its tendril wrapped around her hoof, startling her out of her trance, quickly taken by fear once more. it was a split moment before the blobby creature got blasted by her magic ... had it not started to change right before her. teal orbs widened as it grew into a ... strange imitation of a pony. it was almost recognizable, save for ... everything about it.

while it may have found its words, luna could not for a long moment. what does she do? it did not seem like an immediate threat, but who was this? WHAT was it?? finally, luna blinks, shaking her head as she tries to stay grounded. focus.

" Indeed, " luna cautiously agreed, squinting down at the newly formed pony before continuing, her voice growing stronger, " However awkward, thou must answer me — Who are you? And why have you come here? "

@alicornae - cont.

This was a bit of a predicament.

For one, peaceful moment, everything had been as it had been. As it always should be. They existed in the darkness, surrounded by the scattered glow of celestial bodies both big and small. And they had been orbiting around a lovely dwarf planet that had just started to have weather events for the first time- if the clustering clouds were anything to go by.

Then there had been a blinding flash. And they were moving. They weren't supposed to be moving, not like this. Not this fast and certainly not to to a place they weren't familiar with.

The impact hurt. And oh, that was their first time feeling pain! They didn't much enjoy it.

What came from the crater was probably not what the moon princess had been expecting; it was pale and blobby, somewhat like a cross between an octopus and a slug, reaching out long tendrils of light to feel its way across the singed grass. It had one singular eye on its 'dome' that had a pitch black sclera. It's iris was as silver as the moon itself. Sparkling flecks of gold dappled its amoeba like form, a simple feature that made look more ethereal than ugly.

The blob looked at Luna with that one eye and seemed to cock its shapeless head, curious.

Then it wrapped a tendril around one of her front hooves and a violent ripple ran across its body. The tendrils retracted, the eye split in half and it....it grew. Grew until it looked mostly like a pony. Silver and gold with those same strange eyes, and curling horns more befitting of a ram than a unicorn.

It blinked.

"This..." Oh, that language sure tasted strange. "This is awkward."

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@equineumbrus said : It fell from the sky. A brilliant white light streaked across the midnight heavens, Luna's moon hanging high above the sleepy towns and cities below. The object twisted and turned, strange behavior for a shooting star...then it turned completely on its head, crashing in a beautiful blaze of lights and colors into the dirt below. More specifically, the royal gardens of the Canterlot castle.

she alone kept her ever watchful gaze upon the kingdom and beyond as the creatures of daylight rested — and as the ones of the night went about their lives. as ever vigilant as luna was, nothing could've prepared her for this.

she knew the stars more intimately than any other creature of this realm, and yet she'd never seen anything like that. a star had its own presence — but this one moved like it was alive. the monarch of the night was tense and her eyes trapped the white light in her eyes, watching and waiting until it—

the explosion of light caused luna to rear in fright, wings open and fluttering. whatever this was, it was none of her creation. steeled and ready for a fight, she took to the air with no hesitation — dark wings against the blackened sky, she dove for the garden.

even before her hooves touched the wind-torn grass, her horn was at the ready with its bright blue aura. the area was devastated. where the impact was, everything was charred and entirely gone. a small panic grabbed her heart, and she scanned for the animals the garden homed — thankfully, she was quickly soothed once she saw some of their frightened faces hidden within some bushes.

she turned her gaze back to the smoking center, her brows furrowed. it was time to see what she was dealing with.

carefully, luna marched through the gardens remains, black ash swirling around her hooves with each step she took. she stopped right at the edge of the crater and peered within, uncertain of what she'd find. but no matter what was there, she was prepared to do what she has to keep the nights peace.

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luna sees another sombra pop up and is automatically like

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ok ok i know i keep harping that celestia isnt maternal in the slightest ... BUT i feel like shes very family oriented at least. since she only has so many - two to be exact. celestia isn't a mother figure but fuck she loves them to death, and anypony else who becomes a part of her small little family

[alicornae]

Protectors of Equestria

[alicornae]

🌟⚜️🌟Stars Clouds🌟⚜️🌟

[alicornae]

consider: luna as snow white