An Old Mare's Poem by colourcodedchaos, literature
Literature
An Old Mare's Poem
In certain times, there lives in us
A sense of purpose, a longing
For our lots to be improved by
Things outside of mortal control
Perhaps, then, this is why the day
Is brighter now than it has been
In many years; not since the time
When all Equestria was new
And our Princess, for all her might
Had not yet got a handle on
The power, her birthright, that she
Did wield over the blazing sun
The light, the light, oh how the light
Did scar the ever-watching eyes
Of creatures far too primitive
To have evolved a means to blink
They would not make it to the brink
Of greatness, no, a different fate
Awaited every creature on
The small
Haikus and Horrible Puns by colourcodedchaos, literature
Literature
Haikus and Horrible Puns
Ms. Twilight Sparkle
Pegasus adventurer?
Seems rather odd
But then, this we know:
She's a fan of Daring Do,
Not a little brave,
And a live wire.
At least, whenever we can
Get her out of doors.
Perhaps she travels
Over leagues of mountains high
Braving killing snow.
Mints are her domain,
After all, that's what her mark
Says that she will do.
However, this mare
Has a different view of things.
No fatalist she:
Longing to explore,
To see the many empires
And mighty cities
Of Equestria.
So she now doth eastward go
Beyond the ranges.
Ponies are rare here;
Some think them almost a myth.
Or for little girls.
Past the snow-c
The prince will come to kill the sun
And take what is his own
And with it claim Equestria
And with it claim our home
The forest of the elder dark
Will serve a fitting tomb
And ravens of an earth priestess
Shalt watch her in the gloom
A shining broken-hearted star
Shall visit her and mourn
And seven years of weeping guilt
Are silenced every dawn
And clad in oaken barding-wear
Entwined with shoots of green
A saffron pony sits with her
And listens to her keen
Beside the maiden warrior
Stands one mare from on high
And should her goddess will it so
She gladly then will die
And in the humble hamlet where
The three have lived an
She. The all-pervading she. The clocks can't tick without her willing it so nor the seas move nor the clouds ascend nor this world linger evermore in sunlit salitter. How I ache for her. How can I live.
How can she die.
Storms lap at the edges of my mind laughing at the barricades and defences gliding over them black swans all oh how it hurts my darlings my darlings how it hurts. Fear's fire and strife lifting weights beyond the sacred sepulchre of this so good too good world this earth this Eden this love. Take the blade and feel the sting revel revel in the dying of the light all hell broken loose in a wine-dark monster. The pitch black g
Universally Challenged by colourcodedchaos, literature
Literature
Universally Challenged
"Merton College, Sparkle!"
"The Battle of Lepanto."
WHONNNNNNNNG
"And at the gong, UMIST have 120 points but going to the final are Merton College, Oxford with 195!" Applause rang out across the studio as Twilight Sparkle, currently studying Classics and last-minute addition to the University Challenge team, beamed like a lighthouse. "Well, well done to you, Merton. You just seem unstoppable! Full credit to UMIST, though, deserving semifinalists and worthy opponents. Join us next week for the grant final, but it's goodbye from UMIST."
"Goodbye," chorused the team.
"It's goodbye from Merton College, Oxford."
"Goodbye," Twilight Sparkle s
"Right then... Christmas with the Ponds out of the way, loved the turkey, and the pud! Gotta have the pud, too, so human, isn't it, making something lovely and setting fire to it, there's a complex in that somewhere, alcohol did that, rather a lot of alcohol actually,ooh, and there's something else, something very strange... maybe that's why bits of my face seem to have gone numb, and why am I holding this kipper? Does the TARDIS need a kipper? Ah, I remember, it's to hit the talking cake with. Silly old Doctor. Have at thee!"
The Doctor flailed at his TARDIS' central console with a hammer for some considerable time, after which he held a lo
An Old Mare's Poem by colourcodedchaos, literature
Literature
An Old Mare's Poem
In certain times, there lives in us
A sense of purpose, a longing
For our lots to be improved by
Things outside of mortal control
Perhaps, then, this is why the day
Is brighter now than it has been
In many years; not since the time
When all Equestria was new
And our Princess, for all her might
Had not yet got a handle on
The power, her birthright, that she
Did wield over the blazing sun
The light, the light, oh how the light
Did scar the ever-watching eyes
Of creatures far too primitive
To have evolved a means to blink
They would not make it to the brink
Of greatness, no, a different fate
Awaited every creature on
The small
Haikus and Horrible Puns by colourcodedchaos, literature
Literature
Haikus and Horrible Puns
Ms. Twilight Sparkle
Pegasus adventurer?
Seems rather odd
But then, this we know:
She's a fan of Daring Do,
Not a little brave,
And a live wire.
At least, whenever we can
Get her out of doors.
Perhaps she travels
Over leagues of mountains high
Braving killing snow.
Mints are her domain,
After all, that's what her mark
Says that she will do.
However, this mare
Has a different view of things.
No fatalist she:
Longing to explore,
To see the many empires
And mighty cities
Of Equestria.
So she now doth eastward go
Beyond the ranges.
Ponies are rare here;
Some think them almost a myth.
Or for little girls.
Past the snow-c
The prince will come to kill the sun
And take what is his own
And with it claim Equestria
And with it claim our home
The forest of the elder dark
Will serve a fitting tomb
And ravens of an earth priestess
Shalt watch her in the gloom
A shining broken-hearted star
Shall visit her and mourn
And seven years of weeping guilt
Are silenced every dawn
And clad in oaken barding-wear
Entwined with shoots of green
A saffron pony sits with her
And listens to her keen
Beside the maiden warrior
Stands one mare from on high
And should her goddess will it so
She gladly then will die
And in the humble hamlet where
The three have lived an
She. The all-pervading she. The clocks can't tick without her willing it so nor the seas move nor the clouds ascend nor this world linger evermore in sunlit salitter. How I ache for her. How can I live.
How can she die.
Storms lap at the edges of my mind laughing at the barricades and defences gliding over them black swans all oh how it hurts my darlings my darlings how it hurts. Fear's fire and strife lifting weights beyond the sacred sepulchre of this so good too good world this earth this Eden this love. Take the blade and feel the sting revel revel in the dying of the light all hell broken loose in a wine-dark monster. The pitch black g
Universally Challenged by colourcodedchaos, literature
Literature
Universally Challenged
"Merton College, Sparkle!"
"The Battle of Lepanto."
WHONNNNNNNNG
"And at the gong, UMIST have 120 points but going to the final are Merton College, Oxford with 195!" Applause rang out across the studio as Twilight Sparkle, currently studying Classics and last-minute addition to the University Challenge team, beamed like a lighthouse. "Well, well done to you, Merton. You just seem unstoppable! Full credit to UMIST, though, deserving semifinalists and worthy opponents. Join us next week for the grant final, but it's goodbye from UMIST."
"Goodbye," chorused the team.
"It's goodbye from Merton College, Oxford."
"Goodbye," Twilight Sparkle s
"Right then... Christmas with the Ponds out of the way, loved the turkey, and the pud! Gotta have the pud, too, so human, isn't it, making something lovely and setting fire to it, there's a complex in that somewhere, alcohol did that, rather a lot of alcohol actually,ooh, and there's something else, something very strange... maybe that's why bits of my face seem to have gone numb, and why am I holding this kipper? Does the TARDIS need a kipper? Ah, I remember, it's to hit the talking cake with. Silly old Doctor. Have at thee!"
The Doctor flailed at his TARDIS' central console with a hammer for some considerable time, after which he held a lo
I'm the git that rants about stuff on the Internet! Like Ben Croshaw, only less funny. Or Charlie Brooker, only less funny. Or Marcus Brigstocke, only... you can see where I'm going with this.
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Hi, everyone. I've a problem.
I've got a set of ideas for a wargame - to put it at its most basic, mecha combat set in an alternate 1933 where WWI hasn't ended yet - and its civs. The backstory's kinda funny, there's lots of huge cannons knocking around, it's pretty awesome to imagine.
However, imagine it is all I can do. I'm a talentless hack, as you're all well aware, so I can't draw the mechs myself and have them look like anything other than blobby messes. You guys can tell me who to talk to for commissions. You guys might even do one (I'll pay, of course). You guys can help me figure out the setting more and make it as awesome as it co
Today is a good day. I have been working hard on the next chapter of The L Words (which sadly won't be finished in time for the next WTG grouping), and it's going pretty well. Then I checked out the comments page.
Very powerful story so far. You have a strong writing talent.
You are quite right that these first chapters are very grimdark. I'm holding to the implied promise in your words that the rest of the story will not be so grim... otherwise, I don't know how long I could bear to read it. But with this latest chapter, things are looking hopeful.
Twilight's journal is just heartbreaking. And I hope we see her get the help she really
Yee and indeed haw.
First and foremost, Derpy got her voice out. Knew ya had it in ya, girl. I personally imagined her as having a higher pitch than that, but it's just a joy that we've managed to get her speaking in the first place. Feel proud, bronies. Feel goddamn proud.
Second, the episode itself. I loved it just as much as Sweet And Elite and Lesson Zero, my two faves from S2 so far, and for similar reasons. The comedy was perfect, especially the timing in the chase scene; it didn't rely on weird unicorn JakJak-ness like Baby Cakes (which I also liked a lot, don't get me wrong) or everypony conveniently forgetting that they'd met this
I originally came here to leave random hugs on your page, but now I just noticed your profile and whoa whoa wait. You're a Cassandra too? ARE WE IRL NAME BUDDIES?