Kobold King

"Can I take your coat, madame? And all your other clothes?"

Fluttershy thinks of them. But after five minutes with them they'd be too tamed to feel any hatred any more.

Just wanted to say that I'm sorry along with everyone else. I don't know if you're religious at all, but I hope you won't be offended when I say that your sister, your family, and you yourself will be in my prayers.

Before I go outside to do some chores:

WoR spoilers:

I didn't realize that Charlie Chaplin ever spoke in a movie. I also didn't realize his character had given one of the most inspiring speeches in cinematic history. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjOkvxMHapo

I generally upload my own images instead of using the presets, so I just enlarge the backgrounds along with the ponies to give a more enhanced, zoomed-in view.

One way or the other, we'd be entertained.

Have you ever woken from a dream with a nonsensical statement or warning still ringing in your head? Well, this morning I woke to the profound and vivid phrase "What do you expect? His degree is impaled on his forehead!" ... I guess my subconscious is warning me not to trust professors who are also unicorns?

Itself stemming from... the Sparkles, or lack thereof.

Which is itself a by-product of... the Cause.

Ha. I anticipated that you'd make that decision, actually. I look forward to it, though. The... Incident.

AKA, the best redemption scene ever. Aaaand Sam scene posted.

For one irritating moment, Nathan looked on the verge of laughing. Fortunately, he quickly seemed to pick up on the seriousness of the situation, and began solemnly pondering a solution. "The night she gave me this suit, a pink tux was the first thing she thought of," he explained slowly. "I think she wanted to make me a suit to match her dress, socks and all. And those socks are kind of awesome, but the rest of it, not so much.” The thought of Nathan sliding around Newcago in a pair of rainbow stockings was both hilarious and mildly unsettling. Sam wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. “Just try talking to her," Nathan went on, smiling encouragingly. "That’s what I did. Don’t get angry, and don’t tell her you don’t like what she made for you, but….you know, try suggesting a few changes. The whole reason I got something I could live with is because she liked what I picked. Be nice, but—“ Sam was hanging on to every word, but his words of wisdom were interrupted by a familiar voice. A voice that managed to be irritatingly gooey even in mid-yawn. "Nathan?" Nathan's guide to not being murdered or humiliated by Doctor Funtimes was interrupted by the psycho in pink herself, standing in the doorway with an air of grogginess about her. Nathan immediately tried to divert her attention with talk of breakfast, but her eyes were already locked her prey. “Sammy?" she asked, voice confused--and maybe a touch accusing. "I made you a dress—didn’t you find it?” Sam blinked, looked down at her towel, and grinned back at her captor nervously. "Oh, yeah, of course I found it!" Found it utterly detestable, that is. "It's great," she lied, shooting Nathan a glance. He gave her an encouraging smile, so she took a deep breath and continued. "It's just... don't you think it's a little girly? You know... not really my style?" And by that, what I really mean is "designed by a psychotic four year-old whose mother is too scared of her to veto her dress decisions." Instead of speaking those words, which would probably have her towel changed to acid before she could finish the word 'psychotic,' she flipped through her memory for gothic-inspired dresses. She'd seen a few, and while she was hardly an expert from the single goth magazine she had stashed back at home, the word "Lolita" came to mind. Funtimes was looking increasingly confused and hurt by the second. "Pink's awesome," Sam said hurriedly, "but I was hoping for something more subtle. And simple. And... not so lacey. Maybe... something black with pink highlights?" She finished with a hopeful smile, not quite making eye contact with the Doctor but keeping her gaze in her general direction. While also suppressing her wondering how long she'd survive if she dropped her towel and ran off into the woods to live on berries and roots. Sparks. If an Epic kills me, I'd rather it be over something more important than a dress.

Either way, I would read that WHOOC. Question. I only got part of the Lightwards scene done today, and I'm not going to be able to finish it most likely until tomorrow. Should I go ahead and post my finished Sam scene now, or wait till tomorrow and post her and Lightwards together?

How the Prime Directive came to be:

Repeat after me: "Life before death. Journey before destination. Strength before weakness." "I will upvote all of TwiLyght's posts." Congratulations Honor Spren. You have been accepted into the Order of the Votebringers.

The infamous diplomacy scenes in the Star Wars prequel films would have been a lot more entertaining if they'd played out like a galactic Mean Girls. Sounds like you had a good prof, then.

So you dream of a future that's less "Star Wars" and more "Star Passive Aggression"? There are some people who have attempted to sue colleges for failing to give trigger warnings, which I feel is taking things too far, but it's certainly not out of line to ask for fair warnings before reading potentially troubling material.

You'd have to change it to "Brother Whitespine," though, which doesn't have quite the same alliterative value.

Yes, but wiping us out from orbit would imply they care enough to even spare that much effort. Like anything the demand for trigger warnings can be taken too far, but as a person who has family members who have nearly broken down in tears at the movies because a scene triggered some PTSD, I am irked by the people who seek to abolish the concept of trigger warnings altogether.

* tips bowler hat * Thank you for the awesome post!