I dunno if this was intended but I’m gonna say that each pair of ponies is getting married to each other.
I’m not sure if I’ve seen Octavia with Derpy before but that’d be way cute.
Research log of Twilight Sparkle
Upon returning to the library and retiring to my bedroom I noticed a door in the eastern wall which was not there previously. No visible signs of alteration to the structure aside from the door itself. This space was previously occupied by additional bookshelves, which seem to have divided to accomodate it. Inventory shows no books were lost in this change.
Door is rectangular, measuring 6 feet in height and 3 feet in width. Appears to be made of wood, and is painted green. Handle appears to be made of brass. No visible lock. Have not attempted to open.
Began log to track inquiries into this matter.
I don’t often write horror, but I have fun when I do.
“But, darling, you’re the most beautiful mare I’ve ever seen!”
Immediately, as soon as the words leave her tongue, she regrets saying it. Immediately she knows it was all wrong, by the way her friend winces, in the pain and betrayal in those gentle teal eyes.
Rarity sucks in a breath. Beneath her shaking hooves the cafe table feels strangely far away. She can hear her tea cup rattle against the saucer on which it sits, and the sound is harsh and loud. It scrapes her nerves.
“That is,” Rarity says with a smile only a touch forced, “you’ll make a very handsome stallion.”
Step by step, stitch by stitch. The work is slow-going, almost agonizingly so, but Rarity keeps plowing forward. She is not a mare to give up without a fight. Especially not with something so important.
She’s a dress designer—dresses are what she knows, what she adores. When creating a dress, her hooves practically fly. In her mind, she can see every last detail and thread. It comes easily to her. Naturally.
Suits are an entirely different matter. She doesn’t know suits, and she doesn’t really know how to make them. She’s never really had to know.
The material she’s working with is much thicker than most of the fabrics she uses in her dresses. She broke a needle or two before she managed to adjust the sewing machine’s settings for the proper tension. Every last bit of making this suit is a torture. Unlike dresses, nothing is easy, and nothing comes naturally.
Rarity never stops. She works through lunch, and then she works through dinner. She will not stop until this suit is done. Not until every last inch of it is absolutely perfect. It has to be perfect.
It will be perfect.
This story was really beautiful! I can’t recommend it enough. Go check it out.
My Little Centaur
i missed draw a centaur day on the 16th 8( but i had these sketched for then so i finished them up real quick sigh
theyre fun as shit
As with every morning, Twilight’s first act upon waking was to kiss Pinkie, on the lips, just as her eyes fluttered open. Pinkie smiled at her, and in her Twilight saw the pony who had introduced her to love, every kind of love. And she saw a pony who embodied, seemingly without effort or affectation, everything she aspired to be. Pinkie brushed her hoof against Twilight’s cheek, and in her Pinkie saw a pony with whom she could relax and be herself, who would never ask her to smile if she didn’t want to. They loved one another, and Twilight knew from principle what Pinkie knew from practice: that love was the highest thing, and that it was everything. Nothing else was wanted.
Later in the morning, at the bakery, Pinkie gave Mrs. Cake a kiss on the cheek, just before she left to begin setting up Applejack’s birthday party. Pinkie giggled and grinned, and Mrs. Cake made her feel like a filly again, just like when she arrived in Ponyville. Though it was a brief kiss, light and soft, there was a deep gratitude in it, and Mrs. Cake could feel the love and life in Pinkie’s kiss flow into her, and she knew her smile would be a little brighter and her voice a little more like a song for the rest of the day. They loved one another, and they both knew how love could change a pony’s life.
Yesterday on TMP I wrote a story where I tried out exploring ideas about love similar to what I talked about in this post. This story doesn’t get into sex at all, but is related in being about freely expressing love beyond a purely romantic context.
It all began at a party.
The cider had been flowing, the music had been loud, and Twilight was shaking her butt on the dance floor while Pinkie Pie and Applejack raced to the bottom of their mugs. Rainbow Dash devoured a plate of appetizers. Fluttershy flipped through Pinkie Pie’s records in the corner, throwing looks over her shoulder and smiling at the sight of Twilight before continuing her search.
Rarity watched all of her girls, peering over the rim of her cider mug. Her gaze flew from one pony to the next, accentuating their curves and the set of their mane and their bright, sparkling eyes as they laughed and smiled at one another, just the very picture of joy and camaraderie. The cider bubbled on her tongue and she wondered if she was perhaps a little too inebriated to be thinking clearly.
She shook her head and sauntered back over to the dessert table to try some of Twilight’s cookies. They were delicious.
It got worse at a sleep over.
Applejack and Rainbow Dash had started wrestling with one another after Pinkie had begun throwing pillows, and Twilight and Fluttershy hid together behind a tiny pillow fort.
This story for yesterday’s TMP was really beautiful and made me happy. Give it a look!
It is tradition.
Aww, thanks, RWL! They are adorbs, and Pinkie Pie could not look happier. :D
I’m glad you liked it! :D
Remember when i said I was drawing some ships I don’t usually draw. Well, here they are.
I think Fluttercoffee is my favorite one.
Sooooo. I might’ve asked for grown-up Sweetie Belle paired with Pinkie Pie as a surprise for RWL and the rest of the TMP crew. :)
I love all of these, though. Everyone’s facial expressions are great!
Awesome! These are all really cute. :D