#story posting

[aceofstars0]

aokie is gonna destroy yall

[system-of-a-feather]

Forget having a partner system, the most healing and enjoyable trauma x trauma relationship is developing a world with someone when you were 14 and both in peak abuse and depression and nurturing it with characters and insights of your healing as you cut off nips of your own experiences and let them flourish into original characters and letting those exaggerated fostered nips of yourself develop unique and real relationships with your friend's fostered nips until you have reflections of all the different ways your individual trauma and life experiences have synergized throughout your friendship

[blazes-books]

✨FIC POSTING✨

Instinct, a original story, is now posted!

Help! The Evil Family Likes Me?!, a original story, is now posted!

The Stars Above Midnight, a original story, is now posted!

[silly-world-shenanigans]

Once known as the greatest singer of their time, now regarded as a hazard.

Their voice a hypnotic drone that called to their "adoring fans"

This is all they've ever wanted, right.

They loved the attention didn't they.

Their tired eyes cast upon the crowd, as they made animalistic noises in response to the star's presence.

They took a deep breath.

The expecting eyes of the crowd stared through them.

Put on a show. Feel the limelight wash over you.

Feel the melody pierce the night like a rusty knife.

Heart beating in time to the rhythm.

The crowd growls and wails along with the beat.

Just another performance.

Just one more.

Calm yet so overwhelmed.

Just like before but... not.

The music ends... the crowd goes silent.

Everything stops.

The star is finished.

The show is over.

The star exits the stage.

The crowd is left in silence.

[mlplovelight]

Ch. 6 - Ponyville

“So what do you think of Ponyville, TWILIGHT SPARKLE?”

Applejack asks you this as soon as you reach the town gates, so all you really have to say is:

“It sure has buildings.”

“Hehe, fair,” Applejack chuckles.

“Give her a break, Applejack,” Sweetcream Scoops scoffs and taps Applejack on the shoulder as she passes by. “Let her have a minute before you start asking questions.”

“Sorry, I just get excited,” Applejack rubs the back of her neck and Sweetcream Scoops rolls her eyes with a weird smile on her face.

While Sweetcream Scoops and Berryshine say their goodbyes to Applejack before taking off to wherever they’re off to, you decide to take stock of this Ponyville real quick, and yea it sure does have some buildings alright.

There’s a two-story shop on your right hoof side just as you walk through the town gate, you can tell cuz it says ‘shop’ on the sign, and even that building standing right next to you feels miniscule compared to the crumbling spires and castles of Old Equestria that you’re familiar with.

In fact, the whole town feels tiny. You can see another gate leading OUT of town off in the distance, even though you just got here! it almost feels more like a pitstop than a town, with only a small handful of buildings, and just a few ponies walking to and fro across its dirt roads.

What’s weird though is that every time two ponies cross each other in the road, they stop to say hello or even engage in full conversation with each other, some of them even meeting at a crossroad and then walking together the rest of their way. You certainly hope you aren’t expected to be that friendly, that sounds like a nightmare.

As long as no one perceives you, you’ll be good.

“Howdy, stranger!” a woman approaches you from behind and you jump literally ten feet in the air with a yelp. Well not literally ten feet, but you do literally jump. “Oh, uh, sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you!”

The woman is a very purple pony, with soft hair curled around her face like a comfy pillow, which is fitting because she looks half-asleep, despite her seemingly friendly demeanor. No wonder she’s tired though, she’s dragging a suitcase behind her that’s practically as big as her whole body is.

“Daisy Dreams!” Applejack says, grabbing Daisy Dreams’ attention and rescuing you from a potential social situation. You take the save with grace and hide behind Applejack. “It’s been a while! What brings you to town?”

“Just business as usual,” Daisy Dreams chuckles. “Gotta lug some merchandise for a friend of mine in town, you know how it is.”

“Always on the go, Daisy,” Applejack says with a smile. “You oughtta relax sometime, take a moment to smell the flowers.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Applejack,” Daisy Dreams sticks out her tongue. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were practically fused to your shop.”

“I ain’t in the shop now, am I?” Applejack crosses her forelegs and tilts her head up. She’s affecting a powerfully smug posture, you’re pretty impressed.

“Yeah? I saw you just got back in town yourself,” Daisy Dreams gives a very sinister and evil smirk. “Where ya headed?”

“I mean, I’m goin’ back to the shop NOW, yeah,” Applejack stammers and kicks her hoof across the dirt. You are no longer impressed. “But I’ll have you know I’m plannin’ a big expedition!”

“No kidding!” Daisy Dreams says. “You’ll have to tell me all about it when I’m not lugging so much cargo.”

“Will do!” Applejack nods her head. “Pleasure chattin’ with ya, Daisy Dreams!”

“You as well, Applejack,” Daisy Dreams returns Applejack’s nod, and then turns her attention to you, and while you look away to avert her gaze, you wish you had some kind of spell that would make anyone who looks at you turn to stone medusa style. “And welcome to Ponyville, stranger!”

The woman trots off and you curl your nose up in contempt.

“Is everypony in this town so FRIENDLY?” you ask irritably.

“Pretty much,” Applejack laughs. She moves to touch your shoulder, but backs off after you recoil. “Stick with me though, I’ll take the brunt of the conversations.”

“If I’m being honest,” you say sternly, “I’d rather just go to the library and be left in peace.”

“Hm, okay that’s fair,” Applejack sighs and hangs her head. What’s her problem? She perks up right afterward and points into town with her hoof. “It’s on the far side of town, up the hill on yer right over there. Building with a red roof, you see it?”

“I do,” you say, and begin to trot off before looking back at Applejack. She immediately darts her eyes someplace else as you look toward her. Again, what is her deal? She’s so weird, you don’t understand her at all.

You know if Emerald Ray heard you say that, she’d be all ‘well maybe you should get to know her better’. Fussy, pestering ghost.

Ughhhh, but you DID promise her that you’d try to get along, and you also told Applejack you’d let her give you the tour, so…

“But first, you promised me a tour,” you say, barely exerting the will power to not grit your teeth.

“I did!” Applejack’s whole posture stands up straight, like she was just possessed or something. “You really wanna take the tour?”

“Whatever, just show me around,” you sigh, eager to get on with this before you change your mind and chicken out. “But I’m limiting us to ONE random conversation with a stranger. If a second pony tries to talk to us, I’m booking it to the library.”

“Hehe, ‘booking’ it, that was nice,” Applejack laughs. You didn’t intend that pun at all, and hearing Applejack’s laughter at your unintentional joke makes you feel weird. Your cheeks get all hot, and you feel like something is going on with your stomach. But it’s… nice. It feels good to get praised.

“Yes, well,” you say sharply, drawing yourself up, “I am a master at many things, including comedy.”

Applejack guides you on the tour and quite frankly there isn’t a lot to see; there’s the library, obviously, a couple of private homes, a sweet shop, the scrap shop, and the general goods store. Oh, and a couple community centers.

What is odd to you is the ‘couple of private homes’; you would’ve thought a town would have more buildings for people to live in, but apparently most of these buildings were erected a long time ago, and building more has just never been in the cards for the ponies who live here, so most of them sleep under the stars.

It strikes you as quaint, and all too familiar. You have no idea when the last time you slept in a real bed was, probably not since you were a child but all your memories of childhood are fuzzy and\or horrifying so you’re not really sure.

The only building Applejack actually takes you inside is the sweets shop, where a vibrant cream-colored pony is standing behind the desk. She gasps when she sees Applejack and comes out to greet her, and you slouch and groan and brace yourself for another one of these awkward conversations.

“Applejack, how the heck are ya!” the pony says, grabbing Applejack’s hoof and shaking it vigorously.

“Pleased as punch, Honeybelle!” Applejack grins ear to ear, she really must be as pleased as she says. “How ‘bout yourself? Fancy seein’ you in town!”

“Yeah, I’m taking over the shop for Ribbon Heart while she’s out,” Honeybelle shrugs. “You know I hate working hard, but hey a friend’s a friend, right?”

“Yep,” Applejack chuckles. “Is Ribbon Heart already out? I thought she was leavin’ tomorrow.”

“Nope, she just took off this morning,” Honeybelle says, and you are SO LOST. “Probably gonna be a while, y’know? The rock farm is pretty far away.”

“True,” Applejack sighs. “Dang, wish I’d gotten a chance to see her off.”

“Maybe she’ll bring you back a souvenir,” Honeybelle shrugs.

“Like a rock?” Applejack says with a devilish smirk.

“Like a maaaaagic rock!” Honeybelle says with a life. “C’mon in here, girl! Make yourself at home!”

“Maybe later,” Applejack says, “I promised my new friend the tour, so I only popped my head in to say hi.”

“Oh, I didn’t even see you there!” Honeybelle gasps, and as she reaches for your hoof, you jump back and hiss.

“Good,” you say firmly. “Keep it that way.”

“Uhhhh,” Honeybelle narrows her eyes, then arches an eyebrow and looks at Applejack.

“Don’t mind her,” Applejack says quickly. “We’ve been on the road a while, nerves are frazzled.”

“That right? Really take you ‘a while’ to get to the scrap meet and back?” Honeybelle scoffs, but before Applejack can mount a retort, Honeybelle just laughs. “Whatever, it’s no big deal. Feel free to swing by anytime, I’ll be phoning it in here all day!”

“Will do, Honeybelle,” Applejack smiles. “Pleasure seein’ you.”

“You too, sweetheart!” Honeybelle gives a big smile and a wave as Applejack heads out the door with you in tow.

“Alright that was the one conversation I promised,” you grumble. “I’m heading to the library.”

“Sure,” Applejack smiles at you and nods affirmatively. Very casual, very professional. You appreciate that kind of thing. Not everything has to be a whole conversation. “I’ll be at the shop if you need anything. Er, MY shop, the scrap shop. Not the general goods store, it has the ‘shop’ sign outside so—uh, y’know, it might be confusing.”

You are trying really hard not to laugh. She almost gives you a run for your money in the ‘dumb awkward girl’ competition.

“So you sell the scrap you take from Old Equestria?” you ask, and honestly you’re not even sure why you did that, what about going to the library? Well, you’re curious so that’s why you asked, but still that’s a weird thing to do! You can’t just be asking people things!

“Mhm,” Applejack says. “I take the stuff that’s old and broken from the ruins, and I make it new again. And if I can’t figure out what somethin’ used to be, or if it’s way too banged up to go back to what it used to be, I make somethin’ entirely new.

“Ponies come to my shop and they ask for this or that thing, sometimes knick-knacks, sometimes tools, and if I have that thing, I give it to ‘em! If I don’t have it, I tell ‘em I can go get it, and then I do! Simple as.”

“That’s…” you can feel yourself about to say something really stupid and there’s a part of you SCREAMING at yourself not to finish that sentence, but your dumb horse lips just move of their own volition and cringe sound comes out of your fail mouth. “…really cool!”

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY DID YOU SAY THAT, SHE’S GONNA THINK YOU’RE A LOSER! YOU CAN’T JUST BE LIKE ‘thAT’s rEALly COOoL’, you hear that?? YOU HEAR THAT MOCKING TONE??? THAT’S WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE.

“Thanks!” Applejack says, and she has a big smile on her face. A big pity smile cuz she doesn’t want you to know just how stupid she thinks you are. “You’re welcome to swing by, check it out if you’d like.”

DO NOT SAY YES. YOU WILL BE TRAPPED IN A BUILDING WITH A CUTE GIRL SURROUNDED BY COOL STUFF SHE MADE AND YOU’RE GONNA FEEL COMPELLED TO HAVE OPINIONS ABOUT IT. DON’T DO IT. DON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT—

“Yeah, I’d like that!” you blurt out FOOLISHLY.

WHYYYYYYYYY DID YOU SAAAAAYYYYYYY THAAAAAAAAAAAT???????????

“Awesome!” Applejack jumps up and whinnies, before taking off and beckoning you to follow. “C’mon, it’s right this way!”

“Yeah,” you say awkwardly, “I’m right behind you.”

You really are the stupidest pony who’s ever lived, you know that?

Of course you do. HOWEVER!

Maybe just this once you can let yourself be a little stupid.

[mapbotofficial]

huzzah main 2 (?) characters and the gods . more info under the cut on each for funsies. also its height accurate YAHOO

mallory is the guy who decided to leave home in order to solve a family disappearance from 140 years ago. it took QUITE some time and money in order to find anybody actually willing to take them to where they wanted due to it being a pretty closed off area, but he managed! they were hired by dawn to work at a news station to both help out, get a place to stay, and look through archived documents for any info that may help!

has frequent bouts of dropping clocks and watches, resulting in them breaking. unfortunately, this is *highly* disrespectful to the time god. oops!

ever since being hired at the news station, mallorys been voted best employee due to always being on time. they live at the station.

"is a wet cat" - mod riddle

gg was a high mage. however. after a few events, they chose to leave that job of their own choice. upon hearing mallory needing info regarding caretakers, they immediately jumped to help. they know all of them personally, but havent talked in some time.

seems to get nervous around the forest. when questioned, they deny this happening.

look at how mapbots pet stoat has grown up . god this blogs come a long way

"kind of a bitch. this is an understatement" - mod riddle

dawn is mallory's strange boss. dawn seems to be the owner of the diamond news station and also seemingly lives there. despite this, they never show up on time and are always late. they hired mallory due to also being an outsider to the area, and they are largely unfamiliar with the caretaking system. despite this, dawn has a strange amount of knowledge regarding the gods.

dawn always seems uneasy about mallory constantly breaking clocks.

theres something off about them, but nobody really seems to notice..

"met god, got haunted by it" - mod riddle

swilla is the more passive of these two gods. while rarely seen, they are highly respected in the mining town of silverbell. little is known about what they can do or how they act. however, some have observed them being able to melt metal with their bare hands.

many speculate on the bond between swilla and one of the first caretakers, sycamore. this is due to sycamore having been well versed in moon magic, until switching out of the blue. something unheard of as it can take decades to switch magics.

the summer solstice isnt a large festival, but more a time of appreciating the joys of life, frequently family as well. swilla has overall seemed uninterested in the festivities. in fact, they are seen less during this time.

" *trumpeter swan honk*" - mod riddle

magnus is the more energetic of these two gods. known for its theatrical flair, magnus is also known for their odd abilities. they thrive off attention, frequently puppeting shadows to turn eyes on them.

every year around the winter solstice, theres a festival dedicated to putting out sparkly gems and jewelry. getting your jewelry taken by them is seen as good luck for the next year, however magnus has been known to take it regardless if the festival is happening or not.

rumored to have had a rivalry with one of the original caretakers. nobody knows if this is true. but due to magnus's easygoing nature, many speculate what was done to start this, if its true.

"every moon god has 8 shiny stolen objects is a statistical error. magnus, who has 5 million shiny stolen objects is an outlier and should Not have been counted" - mod riddle

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[jesncin]

"Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane" a fancomic about hope and connection. I've had this story in mind for so long and I'm very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[horrorlesbians]

sorry I liked your post a second after you posted it I don’t have a life

[captainkirkk]

At least once a month I remember that Ozai ruled for ~3 years. That's shorter than one presidential term. That's nothing. In comparison Zuko - who suffered so much cruelty and was made to feel worthless under Ozai - ruled for ALMOST 70 YEARS. That's more than 22 times the length of Ozai's rule - and he will go down in history as one of the most influential and well loved Fire Lords of all time

[system-of-a-feather]

I love writing my traumatized characters having really stupid and frustrating behaviors they learned in childhood that are trauma driven

Its so funny in a relatable way

Cause out of context its so so so stupid

But you know why they're like that

But you can also look at them in the long big picture and see them repetitively doing the same stupid thing

And its great

This is brought to you by "Aiden, can you please, for once, stop and ask someone for their opinion before changing your plans and leaving off to do something on your own only for people to have to wonder where the fuck you went and have to hunt you down while you are off doing something extremely emotionally impulsive and stupid"

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[silly-world-shenanigans]

It's dark outside, the sun has set for the night. The streets are streaked in dark sludge, walls and lampposts smeared from passing hands.

idle bodies fill the sidewalks.

waiting.

occasionally, a spasm takes a section, causing some to flail and scream in unison. with excitement no doubt.

still waiting.

it's time for a show.

the star is fashionably late as always.

the crowd grows and gathers.

people of all ages come to see their performance.

they were famous.

a famous superstar.

A Famous Superstar.

[mlplovelight]

Ch. 5 - Anxious

Quite the mess you’ve gotten yourself in, huh TWILIGHT SPARKLE?

You’re the first one awake in the camp in the early morning; Applejack and her dumb friends are still sleeping. Though ‘first one awake’ implies that you ever slept, which you did not. You spent the night chit-chatting with Emerald Ray, as you often do.

Though in this case, you spent most of that time anxiously awaiting the morning. And not the good kind of anxious either, more like the… anxious… kind of anxious. Yeah.

What were you THINKING, suggesting that you and Emerald Ray ask Applejack to help you find Emerald’s body? Well you didn’t think she’d SAY YES! You suggested it as a JOKE and Emerald was all ‘oh that’s a good idea’ and then you were all ‘yay somepony praised me!’ so you had to follow through with it and AAAAGH.

You’re freaking out a little bit, and normally this is where Emerald Ray would come in and help you calm down, but the stupid jerk SLEEPS during the DAYTIME like some kinda FREAK.

She’s not a freak, she’s cool. And you shouldn’t be sassing her, you sleep through the daytime too and you’re not even a ghost, so what’s your excuse?

Still. You wish she was here with you. You wish she was here to comfort you, to make sure you’re safe, to keep you company and not leave you all alone with a group of strangers.

“Mornin’, sugarcube,” Applejack says drearily, and you nearly jump out of your skin as she addresses you, but you manage to keep your cool.

“Hm,” you say stoically, like a dark and mysterious anti-hero (which is what you are; emphasis on ‘cool’).

“Sleep well?” Applejack yawns. You debate whether or not to reply to her, but it seems a harmless enough question, and Emerald Ray did politely request you try and get along with these ponies, so you can do the small talk game if you have to. You can act normal, no problem.

“HA!” you laugh haughtily, raising a hoof up to your lips. “As if a creature of the darkest night would miss even a second of the blessed moonlight! While you were snoozing away in dreamland, I was engaged in spirited debates with the spirits of the dead!”

“Guess that’s why they call it ‘spirited’ debate,” Applejack chuckles. Yes! You nailed it. Great job, Twilight Sparkle, you are SO NORMAL! “We’re just waitin’ on Sweetcream and Berryshine now, shouldn’t be too long, then we can head to Ponyville. I hope you like the place.”

“Meh, I’ll probably just blow it off and go back to my own home,” you say with a casual shrug.

“I suppose that’s fair,” Applejack hums, and her mouth does that twitchy thing where you like move it to one side, y’know? “I was hopin’ I could show you around, but it’s no problem.”

“Hmmm,” you grumble. This is the kinda thing Emerald Ray was saying, isn’t it? About trying to get along? Ugh, you suppose it couldn’t hurt to humor her a little. “Well, if it means that much to you… I GUESS you could show me around your backwater town a little bit, but don’t expect me to be impressed!”

“You mean it?” Applejack asks with a big smile, her eyes widening. What’s her deal? “I’d love that! I’ll be honest, part of it is I just wanna get to know you better, and I figured givin’ you the tour would be a handy way to get some time in with ya.”

“You want to get to know me better?” you scoff dismissively, and then scoff a second time for good measure. “Why?”

Why would ANYPONY want to get to know YOU better? It’s like saying you really want to dig around in the trash can and find out what’s in there. Though Applejack does spend a lot of her time digging around what are effectively glorified trash cans, with the stuff she takes not even wanted by the dead, so you suppose it fits.

“We’re gonna be travellin’ together, ain’t we?” Applejack closes her eyes, affecting a rather awkward smile. “We might as well get to know each other! Besides, I always love makin’ new friends.”

“Heh, don’t get ahead of yourself,” you scoff dismissively AGAIN! You are absolutely on a roll of dismissive scoffs. “I don’t make friends with the living.”

“Fair enough,” Applejack shrugs. “I think you’ll like Ponyville though, we got acres of beautiful land, the ponies there live in harmony with the natural wildlife. Plus we got one of the sweetest bakeries you’ve ever been to. The girl who runs it, her name’s Ribbon Heart, she’s practically sweeter than the cakes!”

“Yeah?” you say wryly. “Does somepony have a crush?”

“Nah,” Applejack chuckles, “romance ain’t my thing. I’m just affectionate with my friends sometimes.”

“Mhm,” you roll your eyes very distinctly, like you really put some emphasis on it, but Applejack doesn’t seem to notice as she goes back to rambling about pony town or wherever.

“We got a nifty fightin’ arena,” she rambles, “we got a temple, we got a HUGE library, we got—“

“Library?” you blurt out, your ears flicking up in attention. You very subtly run your hoof over them to tamp them back down, but they immediately flick back up.

“Hon, we got the biggest library this side of Horseshoe Bay,” Applejack says with a smarmy little grin. “If you like readin’, I promise that place could keep you busy for WEEKS.”

That sounds promising. That actually sounds quite compelling. How long’s it been since you’ve been to a proper library, instead of having to settle for whatever scrapped and damaged books you find lying around in the ruins? Heck, how long’s it been since you’ve read ANY book that didn’t have pages torn out of it or made unreadable with age?

Okay… NOW you’re the good kind of anxious.