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MLP FIM Next Geneation chpt.1Chapter 1 Star Gazer's Invitation
Star Gazer woke up, and caught a faint scent of blueberries and pancake batter, and stronger scent of honey and maple syrup. "Morning, Gazer"
His mom came up behind him with a plate of blueberry pancakes, the source of the smell. He opened his eyes, his vision blurry; the
floor and tables of his study were covered with papers and books. He stayed up late that night, studying the stars and patterns hidden
within in them. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
He turned around to face his mom. It was rare she came up into his study, it was only recently added to the library about a month
ago, so he thought it was because she wasn't used to it being bigger than the tree it was built into.
"Mornin' mom", he trotted over to the same table that wasn't covered with books and papers and sat down. He had something he needed to
tell his mom, but he didn't know how to.
Twilight set the pl
MLP FIM Do I pt.8
"Twilight?", Celestia walked into her former student's quarters, "Yes, Princess"
"Eclipse, what has he been up to, what has he been planning?"
Twilight was confused, he rarely did anything alone, "Nothing to my notice, your majesty"
"Very well, but I will need to know what he has been doing over the years and any of information about him", she started for the door, "unless of course you want him gone for betraying you"
Twilight stopped her research on past Equestrian Wars. Was the princess really considering an assassination on her own brother?
"Princess, I promise you that won't be necessary", the princess stopped outside the door, "We'll see", she shut the door and headed of.
Twilight quietly walked to the door, she placed her head up against it, she could hear the princess walking down the hall. Once Celestia was out of earshot Twilight opened the door and told the guards that were appointed to the job of protecting her, she
MLP FIM Mislead Feelings AJ's Story Applejack looked under the bed, still nothing, she got up and left out a sigh, "Ah'm confused. I could've sworn I left mah hat one my nightstand next ta mah bed"
She scanned the room a last time and finnally saw it on her windowsill, "There ya are, you little rascal", she walked over to the window and picked it up to put it on when she saw an all to familiar face.
"Heeeeeyyyy, Applejack", it was Trouble, "Now what do you what"
He climbed in through the open window, leaned up against the wall, and smiled. He walked up to her and looked down at her. Her angry expression stayed, as did his smug smile. She let out another sigh, "Why are ya even here? Ah'm pretty sure I was clear that I wanted you away from Sweet Apple Acres, today"
She walked away and sat on her bed, next to her boots. She slipped them on and headed for the door.
He walked up and blocked her path to the door, "Going so soon,
MLP FIM Do I pt.7
Trouble walked out of his tent and up to his sister, "Hey, Luna?", she was sitting, looking up at the moon.
"What you and Celestia fighting about, was it about mom and dad", he sat next to her.
"Well, before you returned, Celestia kept saying it was Dane's fault, or my fault. One time when she got mad and was drunk, I don't know why but she started yelling at Dane that it was his fault and that if he never existed it never would have happened. So I defended him, yelling that maybe it was her fault, and then she lashed out at me", he started crying, "Sh-She hit me just because I loved Dane. She disowned him, kicked him out of the castle, she wanted nothing to do with him. She threatened me that if I went with him or brought him back that she'd disown me to"
She looked down at him, "I took that chance, I went go get him. She kicked me and out. I brought us to Ponyville. When Twilight asked her about it she told
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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