#ask whiteblade

[askthequietdoctorwhooves]

Doctor : Wait- you didn't sneak into my Tardis when I went to get Skylar, did you?

Feat : @ask-whiteblade

Asker : @asksolareclipse

[Mod: Doctor, have you forgotten that you have the form of one of the most powerful Villains ? ,No wonder people are watching you. ]

[artblooger19moon]

@werewolf240moon wishing @ask-whiteblade Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday

Thank you ^^ (sorry I won't do any more sketches)

[asktheartpone]

Inktober 19: Superhero

I borrowed @ask-whiteblade's White Blade and dressed her up as Captain Marvel. This is another instance of I thought they'd look good dressed as such, and I was right. XD She really is rocking the look for sure! Go save some ponies, girl! ♥

[allyooops]

Been in the works but I think I'm done now! Various ponies that are friends, followers, inspiration, and just passersby 💚❤️ I hope each and every single one of you have a lovely holiday time, however you choose to celebrate

I tried to gather everyone to tag but it's possible I missed someone hahah!

@askmovieslate @askponyinuyasha @dawn-at-midnight @scribblad @painttasticpony @ask-luciavampire @ask-crescent-crescendo @chromacloud @ask-sunspot-and-friends @hoofclid @captainzigo @idreamofopaline @lucidlarceny @ask-coppertop @tequilaazide @icarroteater @ask-gadzooks @randomgurustuffs @flashmod @an-immortal @askdaisydandfriemly @temper-temper @doeblossom @jdeck306 @ask-grapesherbet @asksnowywhooves @ask-whiteblade @sullensharkstallion @mewskylar @lumiere-angel-90 @daintydoilypon @asknightspinner @thelunararmy @askcaffeinehazard @flashtheponyofwind @whirlwindflux @askashapeshifter @askblacklin @ask-summer-epos @aerialaim @nopony-ask-mclovin @askbananapie @an-immortal @little-red-rabbit @asktwilighteclipse @foodielovethealicorn @thedumbguywithaheart43

[fuzzie-bumble]

Day 0 (Exposition Master Post)

My AU is a slight continuation of the story but also detours from it a bit. In my AU, some Infected are not hostile, but 99% of them are. Although some act docile in order to lure unsuspecting ponies in. I'll eventually make a post detailing my version of the stages from both bites and consumption of tainted goods.

Towards the end of the original creator's AU, they had Dash run away from an infected AJ, as they couldn't stomach the thought of killing them off. In my story, it happens as well, but not before Rainbow is bitten. They hide it, hoping they can be helped when they reach the city... But once they reach Canterlot, all hell breaks loose.

Dash wanders off from the group knowing that they're going to turn soon and ends up biting a nearby pony. And as the group realizes Dash is gone, they split up to search for her. Resulting in Zacora finding Dash infected, a corpse, and a bitten pony running away.

Little do they know, the infectious cookies are already being passed around the city like free candy.

(These characters belong to @jasper-eris-uwu and @ask-whiteblade.)

The character we follow is an OC of mine. Their name is Monstro Pon. They are a bat pony that lives in the woods by themselves. But during an errand run, they fly over Canterlot right as the infection is taking over the city. They don't know what started it.

However, while flying over, they come across a pony that is running away from an infected, and they swoop down, killing the infected. And saving the earth pony who goes by Pumpkin Patch.

(Feel free to ask questions; lore-related questions will be tagged/answered when I complete the continuation that gives an answer.)

This will be pinned to my profile.

[artblooger19moon]

@ask-whiteblade gave a pony sona (werepony) to @werewolf240moon and they can use it in asks & make fanart

@ask-whiteblade , can I your permission to draw the Werepony you drawed for me ( add it color, cutie mark and make like my pony sona [ when I ask you questions] ) ?

Yes of course ^^

[whirlwindflux]

A belated happy birthday to the mod of @ask-whiteblade

[fate-inspiration]

~FATE~

Twitter, Tumblr, Insta, Facebook - @basykail

Other Blogs -@fate-inspiration @ask-whiteblade

[ask-violinsunrise]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @ask-whiteblade !!!!!!!

BC THEY ARE SUPER NICE!

DELAYED BUT IT IS HERE!!

[flashmod]

Current favorite ask blogs?

Why must you make me choose!

@aerialaim @whirlwindflux @allyooops (all her blogs) @randomgurustuffs (all his blogs) @temper-temper (all your blogs) @dawns-laboratory (all her blogs) @ask-summer-epos @ask-whiteblade

[askthequietdoctorwhooves]

A Night at Maretime Bar

The night air buzzed with neon hum and echoing laughter as Maretime Bar welcomed another crowd beneath its shimmering lights.

Ponies clinked glasses, danced on worn wooden floors, and let the rhythm carry their worries away.

Among them, a curious figure stepped behind the DJ booth — a darkgrey unicorn pony in a sweater and hourglass cutie mark.

Doctor Whooves.

His sonic screwdriver wasn't needed tonight. Instead, music would be his instrument, his means to connect, to forget... or perhaps to remember.

As the bass line pulsed and synths filled the space, the Doctor scanned the crowd and there she was.

A mare. A stranger. Yet strangely familiar.

Her mane was a pale silvery-blonde, soft like morning fog.

Her mane was swept up into a sleek twist, not loose and windblown. Her lips were painted a daring crimson, the same color lining the edges of her eyes in a bold wing, giving her gaze an intense allure that was both captivating and haunting.

Around her neck, a vivid pink choker glowed softly in the club light, clinging close like a secret untold.

Moments later, she stepped into the spotlight and sang.

Her voice soared through the bar like a beacon — rich, powerful, aching. Each note shimmered with a kind of haunted beauty, drawing every eye, every heart. But the Doctor saw beyond the song. He saw pain — layered and quiet, hiding behind every perfect pitch.

He felt it in his chest. A ripple in the timestream. He knew her. Or perhaps... he once did.

Without hesitation, he left the booth and joined her on stage.

And then he sang. In that duet, they weren't strangers.

And for a few fleeting minutes, the weight in her gaze softened. A smile ghosted her lips. Her eyes, once clouded, shimmered with light.

The Doctor didn’t know what time would bring —

he never truly did. but in that moment, beneath dim lights and shared song, he knew

He hadn’t come to Maretime Bar by accident.

[Mod : Hope you guys Enjoyy ! this is my bigest Animatic I've ever made]

Feat : @ask-whiteblade and @asksketchyskylar

[ask-whiteblade]

Un dessin d'échauffement parce que ça faisait longtemps.

Je dois dire que des amis proches ont réussit a me redonner l'inspiration alors que ça faisais longtemps que je ne l'avais plus. Merci a eux ^^

En: A warm-up drawing because it's been a while.

I must say that some close friends managed to give me back inspiration when I had lost it for a long time. Thanks to them ^^

[wynilthyrii]

Scars and Souvenirs

A gray sliver of dawn appeared through the trees that lined the road through the Everlight. For a few moments, she watched that slice of sky shift its color, growing lighter with the sunrise. A mist hung thick and heavy, as was common this time of year, threading through the trees the same as it would hang over the markets at the township, at the Reprieve, as it would drape itself over still-rebuilding Whiteblade and lay like velvet over the fields outside of Anu’shalah.

Thoughts tangled, images from the previous night’s nightmare mingled with the conversations of previous days. The argument with Tyr. The discussion with a stranger near the steps. Then Aison Bloodwrath the previous night, with a ranger’s teasing to break the brittle ice that might have settled without it. Maybe that had been the spark that set the fuse that led to the terrors that had plagued her sleep.

“You’re quieter than usual for a morning you’ve asked me to ride with you,” her companion ventured softly. Tenebre sat easily in her saddle, body swaying with her mount, bow hanging from a hook near her knee. The ranger watched her for a few seconds, then glanced away, tracking the motion of one of her foxes as it veered off toward the edge of the road to investigate something, only to return a moment later.

Wyn noticed, too. “Anything?”

Tenebre shook her head. “No. So what is it?”

She winced. “Just a lot on my mind, I think.”

“Ah, well. Join the club, there.” A wry smile curved her lips, then faded. “So what piece is it? The thing that has Tess wargaming, the fight that no one is supposed to know you had with Tyr, or something else? Sleeping giants stirring?”

Wyn winced again. “How did you know about—”

“Ardus is worried,” Tenebre said, her voice even even as her tone remained light but almost wry. “When it comes to the two of you he falls into that brotherly role pretty easily. His only saving grace is that he didn’t inherit the same drive to fix things for everyone all the time.”

“I don’t do that. Not all the time.”

“Only sometimes,” Tenebre agreed. “So is it that, or…?”

“No,” she said. “Not just that, anyway. “More than that, and less. It’s a lot of things.” Wyn paused, eyes roaming across the road ahead of them. They’d clear this section of the forest soon, emerge into fields near the lake. “Maybe it’s just the weight crashing back down again.”

Tenebre was silent for a few seconds at her side, following her gaze. The forest grew lighter as the sun climbed into the sky. “I don’t know. It seems like the balls are in the air.”

“For now,” Wyn said softly. “I was talking to someone yesterday about the Order. Something he said…I don’t know. It just brought everything back. The choices you try to make to make things better until suddenly there’s no more choices—the choices are all bad.”

“Service teaches us to obey orders in those situations,” Tenebre said quietly. “And command teaches us to make them and damn what it might do to us.”

“I can’t let the Order turn into some kind of meat-grinder again, Tenebre. But that almost seems secondary to here, to this place and these people. And at the same time, what kind of person would I be if I stood back and just let the old patterns take hold again?”

“Not the person any of us know you are.”

The brush thinned. The gray light of a misty dawn folded around them. Tenebre nudged her horse closer, reached across the gap to squeeze her knee.

“I had nightmares last night,” Wyn said, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the mist-shrouded wood. “My mother. The war. The aftermath. That—all of it.” She swallowed hard, closing her eyes for a second. “If he hadn’t been there this morning, I’d have woken up screaming.”

Tenebre’s fingers tightened a little more on her knee before she let go. “You’re not the only one with nightmares like that. More of us have them than don’t, I think. It’s…it’s another part of what we are, I guess. Part of the kind of life we live. I think…” her voice trailed away.

The silence lingered for long enough that Wyn began to wonder if the Farstrider by her side would say anything at all, would finish the thought. She nearly told her that it was all right, that it was just that she needed to wrestle with some things, to sort through them, and all would be well. It was perhaps only half a lie.

But Tenebre eventually continued, as they cleared the edge of the forest and began up the road that curved toward the lake and the Caverns, green grass rising on either side of the road. “I think the fact that some of us find a way to keep on, to keep trying to make it all better than it was for us for those that come after—it’s good. Maybe it’s not all good for us, but it’s good. It’s something. Somehow it’ll make a difference even if it doesn’t make everything worth it.”

The nod came slowly, but it came nonetheless. Wyn reached across to squeeze her arm, then let go, turning her attention back to the road, to the stillness and quiet around them.

”There’s more coming,” Wyn said, her voice nearly inaudible.

”I know,” Tenebre answered. “There always is.”

Somehow, the way she said it didn’t leave her stomach clenching or her blood cold. It was just an acknowledgement. Not something to fear, to run from.

It simply was.

Just another thing that would leave them bent, but not broken—or, if broken, remade. Perhaps it had always been that way, would be that way, until cycles were broken.

They’d already broken one. How many more would there be?

“Thanks, Tenebre,” Wyn murmured.

“Yeah,” the ranger said softly. “Of course. Anytime. You all right?”

“I will be,” Wyn said, one corner of her mouth quirking toward a smile. “Probably. Eventually.”

Tenebre laughed. “The story of our lives.”

Wyn grinned, then kicked her horse into a trot. Tenebre kicked hers into a gallop, setting off across the dew-damp grass.

Laughing, letting go of some of the weight, Wyn followed.

[werewolf240moon]

My Werepony [ pony sona ] Andrea , drawed by @ask-whiteblade

THANK YOU SO MUCH 😊 I LOVE IT ^^

[artblooger19moon]

Whiteblade

WhiteBlade In her Original Form with the mark of Grin Palefiend

Grin and the art style of WhiteBlade is from @severe-cane

WhiteBlade is from @ask-whiteblade

[mysteriathealicorn]

White blade: Wait a minute... It is a dragon? *wants to hunt him right now. *

“Pleasure to meet you too....”

@ask-whiteblade