On September 15 2011 21:08 Zephirdd wrote: So I was talking to my friend(girl). She doesn't watch MLP because she stays away from shows period - mostly due to lack of time - but we talk about this kind of stuff.
Then she said "stop whining about this season 2 stuff, it's only two days!"
Whining? I am not whining. I am complaining that the time is too slow. You want whining? THIIIIS IS WHIIINING. WHYYY IS IT STILL TWO DAYS TO GO? WHYYY CANT I JUST TIME WARP TO SATURDAY? WHYY IS EVERYTHING SO DAMN BORING WHEN THINGS ARE SO CLOSE? WHYYYYY
"Stop this!" BUT I THOUGHT YOU WANTED WHIIINING!!!
On September 15 2011 21:08 Zephirdd wrote: So I was talking to my friend(girl). She doesn't watch MLP because she stays away from shows period - mostly due to lack of time - but we talk about this kind of stuff.
Then she said "stop whining about this season 2 stuff, it's only two days!"
Whining? I am not whining. I am complaining that the time is too slow. You want whining? THIIIIS IS WHIIINING. WHYYY IS IT STILL TWO DAYS TO GO? WHYYY CANT I JUST TIME WARP TO SATURDAY? WHYY IS EVERYTHING SO DAMN BORING WHEN THINGS ARE SO CLOSE? WHYYYYY
"Stop this!" BUT I THOUGHT YOU WANTED WHIIINING!!!
I'll link her to Rarity whining later
Reminds me of what that WWE wrestler did that one time. Well played.
On September 15 2011 05:50 TheRealPaciFist wrote: I can't believe I just started writing a fanfic about ponies. The last time (and first time) I wrote a fanfic was DotA Survivor.
I don't want to call this Chapter 1, as the fic won't be long enough for chapters. Part 1 just means this is where I've stopped writing for the moment
“Ha ha! Sorry 'bout that. I was just practicing some of my tricks!” They were on a road just outside of Ponyville. A deep and earnest rain that morning had made the roads muddy, so when Rainbow Dash had come crashing down out of the sky and tumbling into some poor filly, a cascade of mud had whipped up. Rainbow dash – still quick and agile even after a crash – narrowly avoided the mud, which only meant that it would splatter all over the innocent crash victim. This cute, young filly, now drenched in mud, whose name was... Rainbow Dash saw the filly now, as if for the first time. Even with mud dripping down one side of her face, she was beautiful. Her coat was an unusual teal color, with an even more unusual pattern of white lines spiraling up her legs. Her mane was made of waves of glossy white fading into a deep, dark violet. Her eyes... her violet eyes were staring right at Rainbow Dash, who began to blush. And then Rainbow Dash gasped because she realized she had just crashed into and laughed at a pony she didn't even know. “Uh uh uh, uh I'm so sorry! Here, um, here I'll help you,” she muttered, stumbling over her own words as she recalled the last time she had tried to help a muddy friend of hers. Dash flew into the sky and was back in an instant, bringing with her a dark cloud. She set it beside the nameless filly, and trotted around in a circle above the cloud, careful not to stomp to hard. Rain fell, not too light of a drizzle nor too strong a downpour. The filly smiled as she took her cue, stepping into the rain and letting the mud wash off her body. When Dash asked if she was ready she nodded, and Dash put away the cloud. Dash looked at her hoofs, slightly embarrassed, as she said, “Hey, look, uuuuuum... I think I can dry you off, but I've never done this before so it could mess up. So, can I...” Dash looked up and saw the filly giving her the strangest look – and it never occurred to Dash that she had no idea what drying her off would entail. Regardless, Dash heard her make no note of dissent, so Dash began a winged gallop, circling the wet filly. Within moments Dash had created a gentle tornado, a cyclone of wind calmed to the point of enveloping the filly with warm, dry air. Rainbow Dash looked over the result, anxious as ever. “Your mane is a bit ruffled, but...” “You are a marvelous pony, you know that Rainbow Dash?” Rainbow Dash almost jumped, so startled she was at the filly's first words to her – and then her blush deepened to a conspicuous red on her coat of blue.
–
The filly's name was Patchwork. Patchwork had grown up in Ponyville with her single mother and her older brother, but then her family moved to Fillydelphia to be with her grandparents. Rainbow Dash hadn't recognized her all grown up. Back when they knew each other, they hadn't even acquired cutie marks yet. Patchwork's mark was a brown square that looked like it was stitched to her side. “I got my cutie mark after watching a really scary play in the Fillydelphia theater,” Patchwork said, as she walked alongside Dash back to Ponyville, “Because when I slept that night I had night terrors, night terrors so bad that I somehow tore up the quilt I slept with. This quilt was my mother's before she gave it to me, and it was her mother's before she gave it to her, and so on and so on for countless generations. It's incredibly important to our family. It's a beautiful thing, truly, a melding of many different patterns that swirl together and... well, you'd have to see it. When I woke up-” “What happens when there's more than one daughter?” “What?” “I mean, if you had two daughters. Who would get the quilt?” “Oh. Our family never has multiple daughters, there's only ever one. I think one time there was a woman who only had sons, so she held on to the quilt, but then out of all the grandchildren she had only one was a girl, and so the tradition held. “Anyway, when I woke up the next morning I was horrified to find the quilt torn, and even more horrified later when my mom told me that I had been the one to tear it. She had held me during the night, trying to calm me. When I started to cry just then, she held me again, and she explained that there was nothing to be upset about. She explained it was about time for me to make my own addition to the quilt anyway. That day she helped me sew a piece of patterned cloth of my choosing onto the quilt. When we finished, I was overwhelmed with this sense of – this sense that I'm a part of this big, wonderful family, and that my ancestors will always be with me, not only through the quilt but also watching over me, and I was so happy that I got my cutie mark.” She smiled brightly at Dash. “It also turns out that I love to sew, and to weave. Any sort of weaving, actually, even basket-weaving, which I plan to do here in Ponyville because I heard you gals are lacking a basket weaver. But if you gals didn't already have somebody to sew and patch clothes, I would want to do that.” Patchwork is a beautiful name. This was the thought that filled Rainbow Dash's mind at that moment. She would have never before thought that something as mundane as “patchwork” could be such a beautiful name, but now she realized it was. However, Dash knew that Patchwork hadn't always been her name. “So that's when you stopped being called Sweetie Pie, Sweetie Pie!” Dash teased, chuckling. This time it was Patchwork's turn to blush. “I always hated that name, and I always knew that the day I got my cutie mark would be the day that I change my name, and so I did. My mom still calls me that though, and it's actually sort of sweet.” They trotted along for a moment. “So, Rainbow Dash... what's your cutie mark story?” the teal filly asked, with a sly grin spreading over her face. Rainbow Dash exploded with excitement, her own grin fierce, as she sprung into the well-versed tale of the Sonic Rainboom. Rainbow Dash never noticed that Patchwork was leading her through the longest route possible to her home in Poneyville, hoping to extend their evening of conversation. Dash would have been pleased, had she known.
Wow I remember when you were skeptical and I got you to stay with a rainbow dash picture! You've come a long way!
I like how a lot of extreme skeptics find themselves on the completely other side of the horse (pun intended) the moment they give the show a fair chance; which makes it interesting to read posts of bronies-in-the-making who report back after watching each episode, as the reactions in their posts mark their different "brony evolutionary stages", which are difficult to observe in any other case since the conversions are just so spontaneous that after just a few hours since starting to watch the show, most of them will no longer really talk skeptically anymore, not even about the earlier episodes that they had watched while still having doubts.
It still blows my mind though that it not only is one of the most immersive shows ever, but it actually strongly motivates most bronies to start creating fanart/fanfics/cover songs/etc. even if they haven't yet tried their hooves at it before; hell I might just go draw some ponies right now myself.
On September 15 2011 05:50 TheRealPaciFist wrote: I can't believe I just started writing a fanfic about ponies. The last time (and first time) I wrote a fanfic was DotA Survivor.
I don't want to call this Chapter 1, as the fic won't be long enough for chapters. Part 1 just means this is where I've stopped writing for the moment
“Ha ha! Sorry 'bout that. I was just practicing some of my tricks!” They were on a road just outside of Ponyville. A deep and earnest rain that morning had made the roads muddy, so when Rainbow Dash had come crashing down out of the sky and tumbling into some poor filly, a cascade of mud had whipped up. Rainbow dash – still quick and agile even after a crash – narrowly avoided the mud, which only meant that it would splatter all over the innocent crash victim. This cute, young filly, now drenched in mud, whose name was... Rainbow Dash saw the filly now, as if for the first time. Even with mud dripping down one side of her face, she was beautiful. Her coat was an unusual teal color, with an even more unusual pattern of white lines spiraling up her legs. Her mane was made of waves of glossy white fading into a deep, dark violet. Her eyes... her violet eyes were staring right at Rainbow Dash, who began to blush. And then Rainbow Dash gasped because she realized she had just crashed into and laughed at a pony she didn't even know. “Uh uh uh, uh I'm so sorry! Here, um, here I'll help you,” she muttered, stumbling over her own words as she recalled the last time she had tried to help a muddy friend of hers. Dash flew into the sky and was back in an instant, bringing with her a dark cloud. She set it beside the nameless filly, and trotted around in a circle above the cloud, careful not to stomp to hard. Rain fell, not too light of a drizzle nor too strong a downpour. The filly smiled as she took her cue, stepping into the rain and letting the mud wash off her body. When Dash asked if she was ready she nodded, and Dash put away the cloud. Dash looked at her hoofs, slightly embarrassed, as she said, “Hey, look, uuuuuum... I think I can dry you off, but I've never done this before so it could mess up. So, can I...” Dash looked up and saw the filly giving her the strangest look – and it never occurred to Dash that she had no idea what drying her off would entail. Regardless, Dash heard her make no note of dissent, so Dash began a winged gallop, circling the wet filly. Within moments Dash had created a gentle tornado, a cyclone of wind calmed to the point of enveloping the filly with warm, dry air. Rainbow Dash looked over the result, anxious as ever. “Your mane is a bit ruffled, but...” “You are a marvelous pony, you know that Rainbow Dash?” Rainbow Dash almost jumped, so startled she was at the filly's first words to her – and then her blush deepened to a conspicuous red on her coat of blue.
–
The filly's name was Patchwork. Patchwork had grown up in Ponyville with her single mother and her older brother, but then her family moved to Fillydelphia to be with her grandparents. Rainbow Dash hadn't recognized her all grown up. Back when they knew each other, they hadn't even acquired cutie marks yet. Patchwork's mark was a brown square that looked like it was stitched to her side. “I got my cutie mark after watching a really scary play in the Fillydelphia theater,” Patchwork said, as she walked alongside Dash back to Ponyville, “Because when I slept that night I had night terrors, night terrors so bad that I somehow tore up the quilt I slept with. This quilt was my mother's before she gave it to me, and it was her mother's before she gave it to her, and so on and so on for countless generations. It's incredibly important to our family. It's a beautiful thing, truly, a melding of many different patterns that swirl together and... well, you'd have to see it. When I woke up-” “What happens when there's more than one daughter?” “What?” “I mean, if you had two daughters. Who would get the quilt?” “Oh. Our family never has multiple daughters, there's only ever one. I think one time there was a woman who only had sons, so she held on to the quilt, but then out of all the grandchildren she had only one was a girl, and so the tradition held. “Anyway, when I woke up the next morning I was horrified to find the quilt torn, and even more horrified later when my mom told me that I had been the one to tear it. She had held me during the night, trying to calm me. When I started to cry just then, she held me again, and she explained that there was nothing to be upset about. She explained it was about time for me to make my own addition to the quilt anyway. That day she helped me sew a piece of patterned cloth of my choosing onto the quilt. When we finished, I was overwhelmed with this sense of – this sense that I'm a part of this big, wonderful family, and that my ancestors will always be with me, not only through the quilt but also watching over me, and I was so happy that I got my cutie mark.” She smiled brightly at Dash. “It also turns out that I love to sew, and to weave. Any sort of weaving, actually, even basket-weaving, which I plan to do here in Ponyville because I heard you gals are lacking a basket weaver. But if you gals didn't already have somebody to sew and patch clothes, I would want to do that.” Patchwork is a beautiful name. This was the thought that filled Rainbow Dash's mind at that moment. She would have never before thought that something as mundane as “patchwork” could be such a beautiful name, but now she realized it was. However, Dash knew that Patchwork hadn't always been her name. “So that's when you stopped being called Sweetie Pie, Sweetie Pie!” Dash teased, chuckling. This time it was Patchwork's turn to blush. “I always hated that name, and I always knew that the day I got my cutie mark would be the day that I change my name, and so I did. My mom still calls me that though, and it's actually sort of sweet.” They trotted along for a moment. “So, Rainbow Dash... what's your cutie mark story?” the teal filly asked, with a sly grin spreading over her face. Rainbow Dash exploded with excitement, her own grin fierce, as she sprung into the well-versed tale of the Sonic Rainboom. Rainbow Dash never noticed that Patchwork was leading her through the longest route possible to her home in Poneyville, hoping to extend their evening of conversation. Dash would have been pleased, had she known.
Wow I remember when you were skeptical and I got you to stay with a rainbow dash picture! You've come a long way!
I like how a lot of extreme skeptics find themselves on the completely other side of the horse (pun intended) the moment they give the show a fair chance; which makes it interesting to read posts of bronies-in-the-making who report back after watching each episode, as the reactions in their posts mark their different "brony evolutionary stages", which are difficult to observe in any other case since the conversions are just so spontaneous that after just a few hours since starting to watch the show, most of them will no longer really talk skeptically anymore, not even about the earlier episodes that they had watched while still having doubts.
It still blows my mind though that it not only is one of the most immersive shows ever, but it actually strongly motivates most bronies to start creating fanart/fanfics/cover songs/etc. even if they haven't yet tried their hooves at it before; hell I might just go draw some ponies right now myself.
I just wish I had any artistic talent at all, otherwise I'd contribute. I stopped taking art classes way back in high school for a reason x.x.
On September 15 2011 05:50 TheRealPaciFist wrote: I can't believe I just started writing a fanfic about ponies. The last time (and first time) I wrote a fanfic was DotA Survivor.
I don't want to call this Chapter 1, as the fic won't be long enough for chapters. Part 1 just means this is where I've stopped writing for the moment
“Ha ha! Sorry 'bout that. I was just practicing some of my tricks!” They were on a road just outside of Ponyville. A deep and earnest rain that morning had made the roads muddy, so when Rainbow Dash had come crashing down out of the sky and tumbling into some poor filly, a cascade of mud had whipped up. Rainbow dash – still quick and agile even after a crash – narrowly avoided the mud, which only meant that it would splatter all over the innocent crash victim. This cute, young filly, now drenched in mud, whose name was... Rainbow Dash saw the filly now, as if for the first time. Even with mud dripping down one side of her face, she was beautiful. Her coat was an unusual teal color, with an even more unusual pattern of white lines spiraling up her legs. Her mane was made of waves of glossy white fading into a deep, dark violet. Her eyes... her violet eyes were staring right at Rainbow Dash, who began to blush. And then Rainbow Dash gasped because she realized she had just crashed into and laughed at a pony she didn't even know. “Uh uh uh, uh I'm so sorry! Here, um, here I'll help you,” she muttered, stumbling over her own words as she recalled the last time she had tried to help a muddy friend of hers. Dash flew into the sky and was back in an instant, bringing with her a dark cloud. She set it beside the nameless filly, and trotted around in a circle above the cloud, careful not to stomp to hard. Rain fell, not too light of a drizzle nor too strong a downpour. The filly smiled as she took her cue, stepping into the rain and letting the mud wash off her body. When Dash asked if she was ready she nodded, and Dash put away the cloud. Dash looked at her hoofs, slightly embarrassed, as she said, “Hey, look, uuuuuum... I think I can dry you off, but I've never done this before so it could mess up. So, can I...” Dash looked up and saw the filly giving her the strangest look – and it never occurred to Dash that she had no idea what drying her off would entail. Regardless, Dash heard her make no note of dissent, so Dash began a winged gallop, circling the wet filly. Within moments Dash had created a gentle tornado, a cyclone of wind calmed to the point of enveloping the filly with warm, dry air. Rainbow Dash looked over the result, anxious as ever. “Your mane is a bit ruffled, but...” “You are a marvelous pony, you know that Rainbow Dash?” Rainbow Dash almost jumped, so startled she was at the filly's first words to her – and then her blush deepened to a conspicuous red on her coat of blue.
–
The filly's name was Patchwork. Patchwork had grown up in Ponyville with her single mother and her older brother, but then her family moved to Fillydelphia to be with her grandparents. Rainbow Dash hadn't recognized her all grown up. Back when they knew each other, they hadn't even acquired cutie marks yet. Patchwork's mark was a brown square that looked like it was stitched to her side. “I got my cutie mark after watching a really scary play in the Fillydelphia theater,” Patchwork said, as she walked alongside Dash back to Ponyville, “Because when I slept that night I had night terrors, night terrors so bad that I somehow tore up the quilt I slept with. This quilt was my mother's before she gave it to me, and it was her mother's before she gave it to her, and so on and so on for countless generations. It's incredibly important to our family. It's a beautiful thing, truly, a melding of many different patterns that swirl together and... well, you'd have to see it. When I woke up-” “What happens when there's more than one daughter?” “What?” “I mean, if you had two daughters. Who would get the quilt?” “Oh. Our family never has multiple daughters, there's only ever one. I think one time there was a woman who only had sons, so she held on to the quilt, but then out of all the grandchildren she had only one was a girl, and so the tradition held. “Anyway, when I woke up the next morning I was horrified to find the quilt torn, and even more horrified later when my mom told me that I had been the one to tear it. She had held me during the night, trying to calm me. When I started to cry just then, she held me again, and she explained that there was nothing to be upset about. She explained it was about time for me to make my own addition to the quilt anyway. That day she helped me sew a piece of patterned cloth of my choosing onto the quilt. When we finished, I was overwhelmed with this sense of – this sense that I'm a part of this big, wonderful family, and that my ancestors will always be with me, not only through the quilt but also watching over me, and I was so happy that I got my cutie mark.” She smiled brightly at Dash. “It also turns out that I love to sew, and to weave. Any sort of weaving, actually, even basket-weaving, which I plan to do here in Ponyville because I heard you gals are lacking a basket weaver. But if you gals didn't already have somebody to sew and patch clothes, I would want to do that.” Patchwork is a beautiful name. This was the thought that filled Rainbow Dash's mind at that moment. She would have never before thought that something as mundane as “patchwork” could be such a beautiful name, but now she realized it was. However, Dash knew that Patchwork hadn't always been her name. “So that's when you stopped being called Sweetie Pie, Sweetie Pie!” Dash teased, chuckling. This time it was Patchwork's turn to blush. “I always hated that name, and I always knew that the day I got my cutie mark would be the day that I change my name, and so I did. My mom still calls me that though, and it's actually sort of sweet.” They trotted along for a moment. “So, Rainbow Dash... what's your cutie mark story?” the teal filly asked, with a sly grin spreading over her face. Rainbow Dash exploded with excitement, her own grin fierce, as she sprung into the well-versed tale of the Sonic Rainboom. Rainbow Dash never noticed that Patchwork was leading her through the longest route possible to her home in Poneyville, hoping to extend their evening of conversation. Dash would have been pleased, had she known.
Wow I remember when you were skeptical and I got you to stay with a rainbow dash picture! You've come a long way!
I like how a lot of extreme skeptics find themselves on the completely other side of the horse (pun intended) the moment they give the show a fair chance; which makes it interesting to read posts of bronies-in-the-making who report back after watching each episode, as the reactions in their posts mark their different "brony evolutionary stages", which are difficult to observe in any other case since the conversions are just so spontaneous that after just a few hours since starting to watch the show, most of them will no longer really talk skeptically anymore, not even about the earlier episodes that they had watched while still having doubts.
It still blows my mind though that it not only is one of the most immersive shows ever, but it actually strongly motivates most bronies to start creating fanart/fanfics/cover songs/etc. even if they haven't yet tried their hooves at it before; hell I might just go draw some ponies right now myself.
I just wish I had any artistic talent at all, otherwise I'd contribute. I stopped taking art classes way back in high school for a reason x.x.
Everypony can contribute to the fanbase, i don't know how to draw or make music, but i can edit pictures with photoshop and increase the memebase ^^
Here's are all i have done (of SpitFire obviously)
@Squarewalker: The phenominon that is occuring with the brony fandom is one that's really common in video games. Take for example, Minecraft or TES:Oblivion. Neither of those games' vanilla versions are particularly well-liked or popular, it's the community that makes them both so big. Almost everyone I know buys Oblivion for the modding and community, not the base game. It's kind of nice, seeing a community like that, because such communities are usually quite accepting of new people as long as they contribute in some form or another, be it through art, literature, or simple discussion. Compare that kind of popularity to the popularity of... Gears of War, for example. It's a game that is fully capable of standing on its own as a quality game and doesn't necessarily need a community, even though one might be there.
His assumptions fail to account for the fact that Pegasus ponies are really made of clouds, how else do you think they can fly/cloudwalk? This is why Rainbow Dash weighs significantly less than Applejack, and why Fluttershy's weight can be sustained by butterflies
His assumptions fail to account for the fact that Pegasus ponies are really made of clouds, how else do you think they can fly/cloudwalk? This is why Rainbow Dash weighs significantly less than Applejack, and why Fluttershy's weight can be sustained by butterflies
That, and dark matter isn't incredibly dense (dark matter is a substance we can't see or detect but is believed to make up 80+% of the universe)
I'm thinking if she was made out of the material at the core of the sun, it could get the job done! Depending on how light Rainbow Dash is and how fast she ended up going, one of the heavier elements might do as well (Plutonium Applejack?).
Although it was funny, his analysis is incredibly flawed. But it looks like an introductory high school physics class so it's ok and doesn't need to be taken seriously, I enjoyed it.
His assumptions fail to account for the fact that Pegasus ponies are really made of clouds, how else do you think they can fly/cloudwalk? This is why Rainbow Dash weighs significantly less than Applejack, and why Fluttershy's weight can be sustained by butterflies
It is really hard to take in one sitting. Alot of theory and assumptions that may or may not. But i still did read everything and if you ever plan to make a fic then some of these theories can easily be answers to your questions.
Guys, season 2 might or might not be good, but if there's one thing I learned over the years it's to never be excited over something you have no control over. There's nothing more obnoxious than putting up with a bad show because you're trying to convince yourself it's good, rationalizing any flaws away, until at one point you start to slowly hate the franchise. Take a more apprehensive attitude and then if the episodes are good, then that's wonderful, if they aren't then at least season one was good. Win/win basically.
His assumptions fail to account for the fact that Pegasus ponies are really made of clouds, how else do you think they can fly/cloudwalk? This is why Rainbow Dash weighs significantly less than Applejack, and why Fluttershy's weight can be sustained by butterflies
On September 16 2011 06:22 Grumbels wrote: Guys, season 2 might or might not be good, but if there's one thing I learned over the years it's to never be excited over something you have no control over. There's nothing more obnoxious than putting up with a bad show because you're trying to convince yourself it's good, rationalizing any flaws away, until at one point you start to slowly hate the franchise. Take a more apprehensive attitude and then if the episodes are good, then that's wonderful, if they aren't then at least season one was good. Win/win basically.
I've never been so hyped since ThorZaIN vs NaNiwa at TSL3.
And boy, was that a good series. I am also afraid that it could disappoint, but from the spoilers I'm already satisfied with what we are having.
On September 15 2011 05:50 TheRealPaciFist wrote: I can't believe I just started writing a fanfic about ponies. The last time (and first time) I wrote a fanfic was DotA Survivor.
I don't want to call this Chapter 1, as the fic won't be long enough for chapters. Part 1 just means this is where I've stopped writing for the moment
“Ha ha! Sorry 'bout that. I was just practicing some of my tricks!” They were on a road just outside of Ponyville. A deep and earnest rain that morning had made the roads muddy, so when Rainbow Dash had come crashing down out of the sky and tumbling into some poor filly, a cascade of mud had whipped up. Rainbow dash – still quick and agile even after a crash – narrowly avoided the mud, which only meant that it would splatter all over the innocent crash victim. This cute, young filly, now drenched in mud, whose name was... Rainbow Dash saw the filly now, as if for the first time. Even with mud dripping down one side of her face, she was beautiful. Her coat was an unusual teal color, with an even more unusual pattern of white lines spiraling up her legs. Her mane was made of waves of glossy white fading into a deep, dark violet. Her eyes... her violet eyes were staring right at Rainbow Dash, who began to blush. And then Rainbow Dash gasped because she realized she had just crashed into and laughed at a pony she didn't even know. “Uh uh uh, uh I'm so sorry! Here, um, here I'll help you,” she muttered, stumbling over her own words as she recalled the last time she had tried to help a muddy friend of hers. Dash flew into the sky and was back in an instant, bringing with her a dark cloud. She set it beside the nameless filly, and trotted around in a circle above the cloud, careful not to stomp to hard. Rain fell, not too light of a drizzle nor too strong a downpour. The filly smiled as she took her cue, stepping into the rain and letting the mud wash off her body. When Dash asked if she was ready she nodded, and Dash put away the cloud. Dash looked at her hoofs, slightly embarrassed, as she said, “Hey, look, uuuuuum... I think I can dry you off, but I've never done this before so it could mess up. So, can I...” Dash looked up and saw the filly giving her the strangest look – and it never occurred to Dash that she had no idea what drying her off would entail. Regardless, Dash heard her make no note of dissent, so Dash began a winged gallop, circling the wet filly. Within moments Dash had created a gentle tornado, a cyclone of wind calmed to the point of enveloping the filly with warm, dry air. Rainbow Dash looked over the result, anxious as ever. “Your mane is a bit ruffled, but...” “You are a marvelous pony, you know that Rainbow Dash?” Rainbow Dash almost jumped, so startled she was at the filly's first words to her – and then her blush deepened to a conspicuous red on her coat of blue.
–
The filly's name was Patchwork. Patchwork had grown up in Ponyville with her single mother and her older brother, but then her family moved to Fillydelphia to be with her grandparents. Rainbow Dash hadn't recognized her all grown up. Back when they knew each other, they hadn't even acquired cutie marks yet. Patchwork's mark was a brown square that looked like it was stitched to her side. “I got my cutie mark after watching a really scary play in the Fillydelphia theater,” Patchwork said, as she walked alongside Dash back to Ponyville, “Because when I slept that night I had night terrors, night terrors so bad that I somehow tore up the quilt I slept with. This quilt was my mother's before she gave it to me, and it was her mother's before she gave it to her, and so on and so on for countless generations. It's incredibly important to our family. It's a beautiful thing, truly, a melding of many different patterns that swirl together and... well, you'd have to see it. When I woke up-” “What happens when there's more than one daughter?” “What?” “I mean, if you had two daughters. Who would get the quilt?” “Oh. Our family never has multiple daughters, there's only ever one. I think one time there was a woman who only had sons, so she held on to the quilt, but then out of all the grandchildren she had only one was a girl, and so the tradition held. “Anyway, when I woke up the next morning I was horrified to find the quilt torn, and even more horrified later when my mom told me that I had been the one to tear it. She had held me during the night, trying to calm me. When I started to cry just then, she held me again, and she explained that there was nothing to be upset about. She explained it was about time for me to make my own addition to the quilt anyway. That day she helped me sew a piece of patterned cloth of my choosing onto the quilt. When we finished, I was overwhelmed with this sense of – this sense that I'm a part of this big, wonderful family, and that my ancestors will always be with me, not only through the quilt but also watching over me, and I was so happy that I got my cutie mark.” She smiled brightly at Dash. “It also turns out that I love to sew, and to weave. Any sort of weaving, actually, even basket-weaving, which I plan to do here in Ponyville because I heard you gals are lacking a basket weaver. But if you gals didn't already have somebody to sew and patch clothes, I would want to do that.” Patchwork is a beautiful name. This was the thought that filled Rainbow Dash's mind at that moment. She would have never before thought that something as mundane as “patchwork” could be such a beautiful name, but now she realized it was. However, Dash knew that Patchwork hadn't always been her name. “So that's when you stopped being called Sweetie Pie, Sweetie Pie!” Dash teased, chuckling. This time it was Patchwork's turn to blush. “I always hated that name, and I always knew that the day I got my cutie mark would be the day that I change my name, and so I did. My mom still calls me that though, and it's actually sort of sweet.” They trotted along for a moment. “So, Rainbow Dash... what's your cutie mark story?” the teal filly asked, with a sly grin spreading over her face. Rainbow Dash exploded with excitement, her own grin fierce, as she sprung into the well-versed tale of the Sonic Rainboom. Rainbow Dash never noticed that Patchwork was leading her through the longest route possible to her home in Poneyville, hoping to extend their evening of conversation. Dash would have been pleased, had she known.
Wow I remember when you were skeptical and I got you to stay with a rainbow dash picture! You've come a long way! Unfortunately I need to go to sleep but I will certainly read this in the morning.
=)
On September 15 2011 21:08 Zephirdd wrote: So I was talking to my friend(girl). She doesn't watch MLP because she stays away from shows period - mostly due to lack of time - but we talk about this kind of stuff.
Then she said "stop whining about this season 2 stuff, it's only two days!"
Whining? I am not whining. I am complaining that the time is too slow. You want whining? THIIIIS IS WHIIINING. WHYYY IS IT STILL TWO DAYS TO GO? WHYYY CANT I JUST TIME WARP TO SATURDAY? WHYY IS EVERYTHING SO DAMN BORING WHEN THINGS ARE SO CLOSE? WHYYYYY
"Stop this!" BUT I THOUGHT YOU WANTED WHIIINING!!!
I'll link her to Rarity whining later
That was one of my fav moments of the season. So much awesome =D
On September 16 2011 00:11 ArcticVanguard wrote: @Squarewalker: The phenominon that is occuring with the brony fandom is one that's really common in video games. Take for example, Minecraft or TES:Oblivion. Neither of those games' vanilla versions are particularly well-liked or popular, it's the community that makes them both so big. Almost everyone I know buys Oblivion for the modding and community, not the base game. It's kind of nice, seeing a community like that, because such communities are usually quite accepting of new people as long as they contribute in some form or another, be it through art, literature, or simple discussion. Compare that kind of popularity to the popularity of... Gears of War, for example. It's a game that is fully capable of standing on its own as a quality game and doesn't necessarily need a community, even though one might be there.
I'd have to disagree. The base game that is Minecraft is simply amazing, and though I'm one of the folk who spent a lot more time modding Oblivion than actually playing it, the console following for the Elder Scrolls shows that the base game is great as well. I see your point though.
--
Pony physics will become somewhat relevant to my story eventually.
“Ha ha! Sorry 'bout that. I was just practicing some of my tricks!” They were on a road just outside of Ponyville. A deep and earnest rain that morning had made the roads muddy, so when Rainbow Dash had come crashing down out of the sky and tumbling into some poor filly, a cascade of mud had whipped up. Rainbow dash – still quick and agile even after a crash – narrowly avoided the mud, which only meant that it would splatter all over the innocent crash victim. This cute, young filly, now drenched in mud, whose name was... Rainbow Dash saw the filly now, as if for the first time. Even with mud dripping down one side of her face, she was beautiful. Her coat was an unusual teal color, with an even more unusual pattern of white lines spiraling up her legs. Her mane was made of waves of glossy white fading into a deep, dark violet. Her eyes... her violet eyes were staring right at Rainbow Dash, who began to blush. And then Rainbow Dash gasped because she realized she had just crashed into and laughed at a pony she didn't even know. “Uh uh uh, uh I'm so sorry! Here, um, here I'll help you,” she muttered, stumbling over her own words as she recalled the last time she had tried to help a muddy friend of hers. Dash flew into the sky and was back in an instant, bringing with her a dark cloud. She set it beside the nameless filly, and trotted around in a circle above the cloud, careful not to stomp to hard. Rain fell, not too light of a drizzle nor too strong a downpour. The filly smiled as she took her cue, stepping into the rain and letting the mud wash off her body. When Dash asked if she was ready she nodded, and Dash put away the cloud. Dash looked at her hoofs, slightly embarrassed, as she said, “Hey, look, uuuuuum... I think I can dry you off, but I've never done this before so it could mess up. So, can I...” Dash looked up and saw the filly giving her the strangest look – and it never occurred to Dash that she had no idea what drying her off would entail. Regardless, Dash heard her make no note of dissent, so Dash began a winged gallop, circling the wet filly. Within moments Dash had created a gentle tornado, a cyclone of wind calmed to the point of enveloping the filly with warm, dry air. Rainbow Dash looked over the result, anxious as ever. “Your mane is a bit ruffled, but...” “You are a marvelous pony, you know that Rainbow Dash?” Rainbow Dash almost jumped, so startled she was at the filly's first words to her – and then her blush deepened to a conspicuous red on her coat of blue.
–
The filly's name was Patchwork. Patchwork had grown up in Ponyville with her single mother and her older brother, but then her family moved to Fillydelphia to be with her grandparents. Rainbow Dash hadn't recognized her all grown up. Back when they knew each other, they hadn't even acquired cutie marks yet. Patchwork's mark was a brown square that looked like it was stitched to her side. “I got my cutie mark after watching a really scary play in the Fillydelphia theater,” Patchwork said, as she walked alongside Dash back to Ponyville, “Because when I slept that night I had night terrors, night terrors so bad that I somehow tore up the quilt I slept with. This quilt was my mother's before she gave it to me, and it was her mother's before she gave it to her, and so on and so on for countless generations. It's incredibly important to our family. It's a beautiful thing, truly, a melding of many different patterns that swirl together and... well, you'd have to see it. When I woke up-” “What happens when there's more than one daughter?” “What?” “I mean, if you had two daughters. Who would get the quilt?” “Oh. Our family never has multiple daughters, there's only ever one. I think one time there was a woman who only had sons, so she held on to the quilt, but then out of all the grandchildren she had only one was a girl, and so the tradition held. “Anyway, when I woke up the next morning I was horrified to find the quilt torn, and even more horrified later when my mom told me that I had been the one to tear it. She had held me during the night, trying to calm me. When I started to cry just then, she held me again, and she explained that there was nothing to be upset about. She explained it was about time for me to make my own addition to the quilt anyway. That day she helped me sew a piece of patterned cloth of my choosing onto the quilt. When we finished, I was overwhelmed with this sense of – this sense that I'm a part of this big, wonderful family, and that my ancestors will always be with me, not only through the quilt but also watching over me, and I was so happy that I got my cutie mark.” She smiled brightly at Dash. “It also turns out that I love to sew, and to weave. Any sort of weaving, actually, even basket-weaving, which I plan to do here in Ponyville because I heard you gals are lacking a basket weaver. But if you gals didn't already have somebody to sew and patch clothes, I would want to do that.” Patchwork is a beautiful name. This was the thought that filled Rainbow Dash's mind at that moment. She would have never before thought that something as mundane as “patchwork” could be such a beautiful name, but now she realized it was. However, Dash knew that Patchwork hadn't always been her name. “So that's when you stopped being called Sweetie Pie, Sweetie Pie!” Dash teased, chuckling. This time it was Patchwork's turn to blush. “I always hated that name, and I always knew that the day I got my cutie mark would be the day that I change my name, and so I did. My mom still calls me that though, and it's actually sort of sweet.” They trotted along for a moment. “So, Rainbow Dash... what's your cutie mark story?” the teal filly asked, with a sly grin spreading over her face. Rainbow Dash exploded with excitement, her own grin fierce, as she sprung into the well-versed tale of the Sonic Rainboom. Rainbow Dash never noticed that Patchwork was leading her through the longest route possible to her home in Poneyville, hoping to extend their evening of conversation. Dash would have been pleased, had she known.
After saying goodbye for the third time, Patchwork closed the door behind her. She sighed the content sigh of a pony who is ready to relax at home after a long day. She trotted upstairs to her bedroom, adjacent to the bedroom where her mother was most likely already asleep. These were the same rooms they had lived in years ago, the same home, the same creaking floorboards and circular windows and hallways she could navigate even in pitch black darkness. A cousin had taken care of the house while they were gone, leasing it to the occasional other pony who needed a place to stay. It was strange, living here again, just her and her mother – her brother absent because he had decided to stay in Fillydelphia to study at the college there. It was strange, being surrounded by this thin film of memory. It was sad, longing to see her grandmother again though knowing that such a thing was now impossible. As the laid in her bed, clutching her quilt, she thought about many things. She planned out what the first floor of the house would look like when she converted it into a shop for her baskets. She wondered about what kind of welcome party Pinkie Pie would throw for her tomorrow – a surprise party that Rainbow Dash had let slip. She remembered how disconcerted Rainbow Dash was about having let Pinkie Pie's secret slip until Patchwork had promised to act surprised. She thought about how Rainbow Dash was the first pony in a long time to call her Sweetie Pie, outside her family. She dreamt of making new friends, finding old friends, and flirting with one friend in particular.
–
“Oh yeah, my practice is going great. I've got one trick I'm working on I think I'll call the Extraordinary Extra-ordinary!” “Uh huh,” the pony replied, completely uninterested and walking off to another corner of the party. Rainbow Dash sipped her punch, trying to act as cool and collected as possible. She saw Patchwork out of the corner of her eye, but looked away, then looked down, and concentrated on her punch. Rainbow Dash had spent all last night thinking about Patchwork, with a nervous excitement building in her gut, as if she had a performance the next day. Sleep was long in coming, and the next morning left her bruised from an unusually clumsy bout of practice, as she seemed to crash with every stray thought about her once-ago childhood friend, now returned to Ponyville. “Hey there Rainbow Dash!” “How are you doing?” “You didn't tell anybody about the secret party before the secret party did you?” The poor blue pony jumped in response to Pinkie Pie's inquiry, dropping her punch in the process and spilling it all over. “Um, yes. I mean, yes I'm good. No I didn't keep the secret. I mean no I did not tell anybody! Pinkie Piiiie,” she entreated, “you can trust me, gosh!” Pinkie Pie nodded, as if not really concerned anyway. “You seem nervous Rainbow Dash. You haven't talked to Patchwork at all. Why don't you go talk to her huh?” “I talked to her. I'm not nervous. I'm fine!” “Uh huh. Weeeeeeell... o-kay!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, before hopping off. As Rainbow Dash resumed sipping her punch (was it ever really spilled?), she couldn't shake the impression that Pinkie Pie knew something more than she was letting on. Then she thought about it more and decided that Pinkie Pie is just crazy. The party partied along for the next few hours, every pony there socializing, every pony having some fun. Patchwork was delighted to make new friends and find old ones, and Pinkie Pie was overjoyed to have given Patchwork that opportunity. Rainbow Dash sallied along the entire time, trying to act cool as she sipped her punch. There was one time when Patchwork came up to her, a bright smile on her face, and Rainbow Dash steeled her stomach, hoping to make a good second impression on the teal pony. However, she soon found that her stomach had other ideas, because as soon as Patchwork walked up Rainbow Dash realized she really needed to pee. So much for second impressions.
Maybe my thing is formatted wrong, but what I'm looking at right now is NOT a 100 pages. Way too few words per "page," the entire thing is probably like 20 or 30 pages.
/endrant
I really like the Pinkie Pie magic idea, where her talent is not a random precog but rather an information gathering database that her subconscious tries to analyze and then explain to her conscious via the twitches. Of course, Pinkie Pie's character works just fine without this explanation.
Uh. The thing stopped working. I get stuck at 7% and can't go further. *shrug*
On September 16 2011 06:22 Grumbels wrote: Guys, season 2 might or might not be good, but if there's one thing I learned over the years it's to never be excited over something you have no control over. There's nothing more obnoxious than putting up with a bad show because you're trying to convince yourself it's good, rationalizing any flaws away, until at one point you start to slowly hate the franchise. Take a more apprehensive attitude and then if the episodes are good, then that's wonderful, if they aren't then at least season one was good. Win/win basically.
Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, right? I don't know if it's a bad thing to get excited, part of the fun of the show is being excited and sharing your excitement with the community. If you wind up disappointed... well I suppose that's a bit of the fun too, sharing that disappointment and rage with the community. At least you've got them to fall back on.
EPT
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