#mlp fresh paint

[some-swan]

A lil ms paint dump

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(Yes, that's the sketch to my previous post lmao)

[popinade]

mlp sonas for me and my bf … witch + sea monster boyfriends💜🩵

[ponysciencesworld]

reposting my horse art to this blog because I want to.

This is a rarity redesign! She has a prosthetic hind leg.

[bixels]

I really like MLP stuff because I feel like a lot of artists choose to set their stories in the 20's(makes sense it's a cool time period). But when drawing their characters and settings they look mostly at the fashion and the architecture and not the drawings of the time. Which always made me sad because the commercial illustrations, comics and paintings look so good and still feel totally modern and fresh even though they are almost 100 years old.

Anyways I just want to say that your art really has that sleek modern feel and I was wondering if there were any specific illustrators that you keep in mind or if I'm just making stuff up in my head

This is a small thing I've also been struggling with art for the AU project. Deciding whether or not I want it to truly feel authentic to the 20s/30s or draw what feels natural to me. I ended up going with the latter because if I'm constantly forcing myself to draw in a style that doesn't feel right for me, it'll stop being fun really quickly and I'll burn out. That's why a lot of the illustrations feel more anime-ish.

That being said, I pull a lot of inspiration from 50s-60s pulp comics (especially in the CYMK color palettes) and 1920s graphic artists like Leyendecker and Hirschfeld. In terms of graphic design, I'll sometimes pull from art deco, art nouveau, or reference the visual flourishes of book covers from the time period.

[marukuroshima]

Here’s my little Amber ! She’s literally a social butterfly who throws way too much party. A big extravert. She sings, makes sure people are having fun, provides food and drinks… And even does fireworks shows ! A real party expert who knows the preferences of ALL of her guests and makes sure that the party pleases everyone. Her party teammate is definitely Fresh.

Her wings are made out of paint and she can change their colors whenever she likes. She can also make them disappear if she doesn’t need them.

My biggest inspirations for her : Beelzebub/Queen bee (Helluva boss), Lapis (Steven universe, for the wings), Pip petals (MLP G5), Pinkie pie (MLP FIM), and even Ai Hoshino (Oshi no ko)

Note : SHE DEFINITELY LOVES TWICE (the kpop group)

[imreadydollparts]

Incidental Interlude

One reason I’ve been hoarding old MLP tails even when they’re cut is that the newer hair supplies don’t EXACTLY match in either color or texture, and vintage hair tends to be closer (unless it’s become discolored in some way).

A cut tail is very often long enough for a forelock, and forelocks are the most likely bits of hair to be cut off a pony by a child. I guess we all hated how they stuck STRAIGHT UP after a while.

I had vintage hair to patch in both Baby Bright Bouquet and TaF Baby Love Melody. Love Melody needs a good bit of paint, I see...

I did NOT have vintage hair for Snowdrop and had to go with Cantaloupe from Shimmer Locks.

It’s very close, but in person I can see that Snowdrop’s hair is a little pinker of an orange, whereas Cantaloupe leans more toward yellow (and yes, I am a very, very pink colored person).

The new Cantaloupe is also a different texture, but will become more like vintage hair after washing, conditioning, and a pass with the flat iron. However, the fresh nylon will always be more slippery.

[pjunicornart]

I turned Ink into a unicorn.

I made lore. - Within the head is a crystal that connects to the horn, which contains their soul. It also provides these unicorn creature things with their magic. Since Ink's horn is broken, his soul is fractured and so is his magical capabilities. Hence the Unicorn Dust. - Speaking of Unicorn Dust, it's kinda like a prosthetic that you would sprinkle on your horn. For those who are hard of magic. - Without the Unicorn Dust, Ink's horn sparks, and can't perform complete spells. Similar to how Tempest's magic works from the MLP movie. - If the horn is completely destroyed, the soul shatters, killing them. - Shattering the crystal within isn't the only way to kill them, but it is a way. - Each unicorn is born with a distinct magic type. Ink's - no surprise - is about creativity and art. - The vials don't make him feel emotions. He can feel those just fine. Instead, he uses them to dunk onto his paintbrush to create "magic paint". - Magic Paint is something Ink came up with. Using essence of certain things, he can make paint that magically looks like a night sky, a pattern of strawberries, moving clouds, etc. The possibilities are endless! - Unicorns don't eat regular boring foods. Oh no. They eat magical foods like Rainbow Squash, Moonberries, and Rainanas. - Ink is one of the few Unicorns to not have square pupils. (I say square pupils because unicorns are actually goats with horns, not horses.) - Oh, and his Broomie his sentient.

I have made the Unicornverse. I want to make more magical skele-corns.

[ravenouscultleader780]

Status Update : So Hi Guys and Gals, I have some Great News! My Windows 10 Laptop is Finally Fixed! No More IBIS Paint X And not ever again with their awfully complicated Bucket tool!

So turns out the USB flash drive brought w10 laptop back to life I guess lol.. but either way I'm so happy and glad I can do ms paint and download my mlp bases again or at least use the same account I had before it was out of order by minitool I accidentally installed or maybe I'll start fresh which I'm actually cool with since I did it before..

Anyways just gotta do a new acc with my mom real quick and glad I can finally get back to doing my mlp base edits on this blog on Tumblr.com, Esp Devainart and Vk.com maybe even Instagram very soon.

So Overall my MLP Base Edits based on COTL(ROTOF Epilogue *new name from now on*) will be back on track not dealing with steam, sims or anything ever again consoles forever and Art on my laptop!

Later Guys and Gals hope u have a great day!

[fireflake-art]

A sort of crack ot3. Spitfire, Cloudchaser, and Fresh Paint. A side character with two incredibly obscure background ponies. Cloudchaser is basically Thunderlane with foofie hair and I only know who Fresh is cuz someone I follow is obsessed with her..... yet, still, I pine for this throuple

Taken from a thought dump doc of mine, swearing and talk of depression ahead

So I was thinkin' thoughts last night and for some reason Despacito kept playing in my head, I don't even know the lyrics to it, I just know the beat and Despacito, but couldn't help making an animation in my head. I had been playing with ships the whole day, wondering who to place certain characters with, and then.... this just sort of happened. Spitfire x Cloudchaser x Fresh Paint. they were dancing n shit and it was adorable and I imagined at the end they cuddled together on a couch so uh yeah

Spitfire was a divorced single mother when she met Cloudchaser and his girlfriend Fresh Paint. Her brief marriage with Trenderhoof fell through, and she was left to care for their young daughter, Brimstone Sparks. She was raised in an on-again, off-again marriage, and wouldn't raise Brimstone like that, so she gathered full custody of the filly. Still, no matter how much Spitfire adored her little Sparky, she was overworked by the Wonderbolts and easily exhausted with daily life. Eventually, despite running the biggest flight academy and most popular aeronautics team in the country, Spitfire lost her house due to forgotten bills. She was forced to move in with her best friend, Soarin, and his husband Thunderlane, along with their boy Steamroll. Spitfire's spirits went to a new low. She tried as much as she could to put on a smile for her daughter, but sometimes she just snapped at her, or was too tired to play with her, or she locked herself in the room so that her baby didn't see her meltdown.

Soarin and Thunderlane were in the middle of making Thunderlane's brother Steamroll's godfather. He was flying in and bringing his girlfriend with him, so Spitfire and Sparky would have to share their room. The pair arrived from Las Pegasus; hugs were given all-around, and Cloudchaser introduced them to Fresh Paint, a fun, kind and scatterbrained professional graffiti artist. Cloudchaser was wild, scrappy, and just as fun as Fresh Paint. Spitfire was somewhat annoyed at their happiness. She sucked it up, and played nice while they were there. She was friendly, but she certainly wasn't a friend. One day, she returned home from work to find Fresh Paint teaching "Sparks" and "Rollup" how to paint. The walls were covered in rainbow prints. But, with her daughter smiling so big and bright, Spitfire couldn't be mad. She laughed, picked her baby up, and helped her paint higher. Cloudchaser came in with snacks for the baberinos and pretty soon, both kids were standing on his shoulders, trying to get their messy hands on the ceiling. There was laughter echoing from the walls. For the first time in a while, Spitfire felt.... happy.

Over the course of their stay, Cloudchaser and Fresh Paint went from sleeping on the floor while Spitfire and Brimstone cuddled on the bed, to the little girl huddled between the three.

When it was time for Cloud and Paint to go back to their dinky Las Pegasus apartment, they found that they didn't.... wanna leave. Spitfire didn't want them to leave. Spitfire had finally rummaged enough money to get her own place, a small one for the moment but it would do. She thanked her friends for everything, packed up, and on the first night she and Brim spent there, Cloudchaser and Fresh Paint had stayed late to help unpack. Spitfire told them to just spend the night, as it was too late and them going back to Soarin's would probably wake up Steamroll. So the couple spent the night. This time, Brimstone had her own room and her own bed. There was nothing to hold them back.

The next day, while painting Brimstone's room, they had a little talk with her. They asked her if it would be okay if Fresh Paint and Cloudchaser stayed for a while. When the young filly asked why, they explained that mommy really liked them and wanted to spend more time with them. Brimstone chimed that she really liked them, too, and she hoped that they'd never leave!

... They did, though. Eventually, they had to go back to Las Pegasus, so they could sell their apartment and get their things. Because they were moving in with Spitfire. They talked with Sparky again, and asked her how she would feel if Cloudchaser became her daddy and Fresh Paint was her mommy, too. Brimstone was sooo excited like FINALLY

To recap

Cloudchaser is Thunderlane's identical twin brother. When Rumble was a baby, their parents were killed in a weather accident. The twins were barely old enough to foster Rumble, but they were allowed to adopt him as legal guardians. They raised Rumble together, until Thunderlane married fellow Wonderbolt Soarin and Cloudchaser was offered an athletic scholarship in Las Pegasus. That's where he met Fresh Paint, who was taking art classes from the same school. It wasn't long before they became study buddies and friends with benefits, and they became boyfriend and girlfriend quicker still

Spitfire is bisexual, Cloudchaser is a bi trans man, and Fresh Paint is pan. Cloud and Paint had ID'd as poly when they met Spitfire, who used to think she was totally mono. you're an idiot, spitfire

Spitfire got on depression meds, because love doesn't automatically cure mental illness and the struggles of daily life. Anyways all three of 'em have adhd

Brimstone very much views Cloudchaser as her only father. Trenderhoof is just a guy she happened to get some DNA from, Cloudy is her real dad. He's the one who helped teach her to fly, the one who hugged her when she was having bad days, the guy who helped her with homework and ruffled her mane and gave her goodnight kisses and took her to games. He's the one she loves, not "like" a daughter loves her dad, but as a daughter who loves her father. Even so, in her teen years, Trenderhoof warred for partial custody of her and got a few man-dated visits with Brimstone Sparks. He was not happy that he called some other stallion her dad. maybe you shouldn't have cheated on her mom if you didn't want spitfire to find someone else you lil bitch

OH yeah Trenderhoof cheated on Spitfire so no happy ending for him. He’s in an equally-abusive fickle relationship with Quincy Svengallop the III, a fellow divorced cheat, fueled entirely by loneliness. On the upside, Brimstone Sparks found a best friend through learning their dads were fuckbuddies. She and Cherry Chapstick are practically sisters!

[dollsonmain]

What is MLP regrind? What does that mean? And how do you deal with it?

So sometimes Hasbro had failed batches of ponies and to save money they literally ground up the failures and fed the powdered vinyl back into the hoppers with fresh vinyl and cast it all together.

However, for reasons I don't know and can't explain, sometimes the ground up vinyl (regrind) turned different colors than the new vinyl (I suspect it was something to do with being melted down twice whereas the fresh bits had only been melted once but I don't really KNOW) resulting in spots and splats of different-colored areas.

To deal with it either you ignore it, dye the whole pony, or paint over it.

At least that's my understanding of what I've read about it.

[rothjuje]

MA update: job requires a security clearance, so no start date until the background check is completed. The relocation company and one of their realtors have called us though.

Until he has a start date, he can’t give his two week notice. Which means his company can’t counter until then (if they’re going to).

So. Just waiting and not getting too worked up. They wanted him to start early Q3 and relocate in Q4 (everyone is still working remotely so we wouldn’t move right away).

Justin has some cold feet but is mainly excited. It still doesn’t feel like it’s happening yet. I wouldn’t be surprised if Justin backed out or if his company countered. But I wouldn’t be surprised if we moved either, it’s a great job with a great offer. At the end of the day though it is still a demotion and not a lateral move. Anything can happen.

I’m actually not stressed about moving. I’m excited to get rid of a lot of furniture (our huge brown corduroy couch, BYE). Our kitchen table won’t be coming, our sofa chairs, our nasty living room rug. Most of the playroom furniture. Our library shelves will be painted white. Most things will get an upgrade. And also we just have way too much shit. We have 3 couches, two sofa chairs, and one of those extra large bean bags that you could sleep on. It all fits, this house is stupid big (I wanted 2,000 sq ft, he wanted 3,000 sq ft). And the toys. Oh the toys. I’ll probably get rid of most of them. We have closets full of toys and my kids play with 5 things; their shopping carts, their indoor tricycles, their dolls, their doctor sets, and blocks. That is it. I’ll keep baby toys and Alyssa’s extensive MLP and Peppa pig collections but that might be it.

I deep cleaned the fridge last night and it’s the best feeling. It’s so fresh and organized. Our life has basically been on pause for 3 weeks between the MA job, Justin needing stitches, both our cars needing repairs, the twins getting two different stomach bugs. This weekend should be open to get all the projects done, knock on wood.

I have a new daydream/fantasy/plan (I’ve clearly been watching too many remodels on Instagram). Wherever we end up (including here) I would like to get a cheap “cabin” in the middle of nowhere, 60-90 minutes away by car. An investment home. You know, 3 years down the road when/if we can afford it. Something small, nothing fancy. Put a bunch of bunk beds in one of the rooms and make it a kids’ room. It’d be so nice to have a place to spend weekends at that is away from the city and all the annoying things civilization brings.

I have the fondest memories of visiting friends’ cabins growing up. There’s just something magical about a cozy little home waiting for you. So I’m manifesting it.

And coming to the realization that I likely won’t be able to travel home (6.5 hour flight) with 3 (or 4) kids very often. It seems romantic to have a getaway to make memories at. Also perfect because in-laws can come for extended visits, Justin can unwind after work and then join on weekends, and I wouldn’t have to supervise young visitors around our elderly dog and very mean cat. Although it would probably only be used for weekends/summer because Alyssa will be in school full time come fall.

[ponyguru]

Tonight I watched all of He-Man: Revelations and most of Centaurworld (I watched the first three episodes like, a week ago?) and I have ... opinions. (And it’s 4:37am, might as well share them while they’re fresh!)

(Warning, this got very long and ranty, sorry for stretching out your dashboards if that’s even still a thing anymore?)

He-Man was entertaining, but it did feel like (as someone with like, less than a passing knowledge of the characters) someone’s super-angsty fanfiction more than like ... a continuing series. They killed off multiple well-known, beloved characters, to drive home the point of how SERIOUS and how HARDCORE this series is, and instead it felt like being a little kid in the 80s watching Optimus Prime get murdered to sell more toys. Like, WHY DID THEY DIE? Oh right, to show the viewer how SERIOUS the bad guys are! And to give the other characters things to angst over, to show you they’re no longer just shallow 80s muscle man stereotypes to sell toys! But then you gotta wonder, where will they go from here? Who’s even left to continue the storyline? Is it still He-Man if half the supporting cast is dead?

Like I said, I’m not a He-Man fan by trade, but aside from the pointless murder, it did seem like it delved into the backstories that a lot of people have probably wanted since the 80s, and it made some very interesting points. So, hey, maybe it’ll be beloved by its fans! And it was very entertaining, especially as someone who wasn’t a childhood fan so I didn’t have a lot of nostalgia that I had to watch die. It doesn’t end on a happy note, there’s definitely the ‘what if the villains WON’ theme going, so maybe my opinion will be less dour when the next part comes out. (I did like that it focused more on the female characters, which was a very unexpected change, and in that aspect I felt it was very well written; that could explain why I’ve heard other screechingly negative feedback elsewhere online, heh. He-Man fans probably don’t appreciate the heavy preference paid to Teela.)

Centaurworld was ... well, I watched the first episode with my mother, which was a Huge Fucking Mistake. I heard that it was a thrilling combination of something akin to Adventure Time and a more serious cartoon like Avatar, and instead I got 10 minutes of that, and then 16 minutes of continuous ass, fart, and poop jokes, combined with a couple of great tunes and a lot of tuneless recitative style “songs”.

If you follow this blog, you probably know toys; you know the Poopsie Surprise toys? The ones which were so obsessed with uncomfortably sexualized poop/fart/barf references that entire scholarly articles were written about the sexualization of children with scatology-themed toys? Yeah, that’s what Centaurworld felt like, almost the whole time. Like just ... an uncomfortable amount of poop/butt/fart “jokes”, to the point where it felt like it had to be one of the writer’s fetishes. Like, it was clearly not funny, and the main character is clearly uncomfortable with it ... and it just keeps going.

I say jokes in scare quotes because jokes are supposed to be funny, and a lot of Centaurworld just wasn’t funny. You could tell it was meant to have jokes, but it was very much dated early-2000s type humor, I want to guess? The kind where it’s not so much ‘setup-punchline’ but the more ‘awkward reference awkward reference awkward reference drawn out wooooord’ type of “jokes”. And most of those “jokes” were just - you guessed it - drawn out references to butts, or farts, or some combination of the two. I felt like an aged boomer watching it. I like to think I’m hip and with the times, but it felt like it should be aimed at a middle schooler - but like, an oversexualized middle schooler? It was uncomfortable to say the least. (One character talks to his farts, claims they talk back to him, and he addresses them as ‘Daddy,’ while another character expresses how uncomfortable that is, and implies he has “issues” to unpack. Because that’s hilarious, I guess?)

Centaurworld did, beneath the heavy layer of scatology, have an intriguing storyline. A warhorse from a LOTR-style world is thrown into a wacky Adventure Time-type land made up of silly centaurs, and has to try and find her way back home. It was thrilling at times, if you could slog through everything else that beleaguered it. There were some really good jokes! But I couldn’t quite muster up a laugh, because I was still wondering when the next butt reference would sneak in. After ten terrible jokes, the one good joke couldn’t manage to lift me from the depth of despair I’d sunken into. It really only felt like the show got ‘tolerable’ around episode 7 (out of ten!!!!), which was an episode heavily focused on cats. (Which, again; wasn’t the internet very much about LOLCats in the early 2000s?)

If six episodes of a ten-episode series is nigh-intolerable, is it a successful show? Should you bother watching something that is 60%+ garbage? (And DON’T FUCKING WORRY, the poop/butt/fart jokes continued UNTIL THE FUCKING FINAL EPISODE.)

I suspect that, if there was a “goal” for all of the fetish stuff (beyond fetish stuff for fetish sake), it would be to illustrate to the viewer how uncomfortable the main character feels in this strange new land, and for us to share in her discomfort. Which, fine, sure! Secondhand embarrassment is definitely a trope. But the sheer uncomfortable volume of the poop/butt/fart jokes clearly went way beyond mere discomfort, and veered into ‘why is this coming up so much, is someone getting off on this?’ territory, at least for me. A couple butt jokes an episode, fine, okay. Entire five minute bits devoted to farts and butts? Entire songs about butts? I start questioning why it’s such a beloved subject for you to write about.

Plus, and I may be reading into this too much, but several of the only Black-coded characters felt racist. I’m talking neck-snapping, tribal body paint type racism, although only one got the exaggerated “soul” type music to sing, which I guess is a relative win? (Waterbaby and Judge Jacket, if you’re wondering who I’m referencing. One of them is a literal hippo centaur, giving us shades of Madagascar.) It wasn’t obvious, but combined with everything else, it felt ... bad. (There are multiple other nonwhite voice actors who aren’t stereotypes, so maybe it was just a bad case of ‘trying to represent different culture while being clueless white people’, who knows?) There was also some classic fatphobia, with one of the villains being shown as a fat neckbeard collector/nerd. Wasn’t that relevant in - wait for it - the early 2000s? They redeem themselves very slightly by having maybe two other characters who are visibly fat, but one of them is also viewed as an antagonist.

Anyway, I was disappointed enough with the show to feel like I should say something, so - there it is. Centaurworld did have some good moments, some lovely songs, and there was some really heartwarming and tender character development that I liked, sandwiched between huge swaths of discomfort. There might be a season 2 (there shouldn’t be, LOL) and hell, I will probably suffer through it because I want to see what happens to them. But I can’t recommend that anyone else do the same, in all good conscience. It’s not good. It’s just not. But if you have 5 hours to kill, there’s worse stuff out there?

If you want to watch one episode to see the best of the series, I recommend episode seven, “Johnny Teatime's Be Best Competition: A Quest for the Sash.” It’s themed after the CATS musical, and the extended number at the end gave me shades of MLP or Fashion Star Fillies. (I found an official clip of the song posted here.) There’s also other lovely songs in the series, but you’d have to suffer through entire bad episodes to see them. The lovely “You’re Okay” shows up in the very first episode, so if you’re curious give that a watch... just be aware it never gets better, only worse.

This series genuinely upset me, because I wanted it to be something much better, and there were glimpses of it; you just had to try and close your eyes to the obsession with butts and farting to see pieces of what it might have been.

One notable fact that I thought was kind of like ‘wow, oof’ was that Meghan McCarthy, of MLP:FiM fame, was a story editor for Centaurworld. And considering how MLP went downhill in later seasons, I gotta say I’m wondering if there’s a commonality there. Maybe her fetish is bad writing? There’s worse fetishes to have, AS CENTAURWORLD CLEARLY DEMONSTRATES.

[fairyglosses]

mlp hcs part 5!

- twilight is a major coffee drinker

- pinkie and applejack love baking together so much that they decide to hand out sweets for everyone’s birthdays/holidays

- twilight really likes reading spike to sleep because it comforts him. most of the stories she reads are comic books because spike likes them

- fluttershy loves running through fields of flowers and grass because she feels at peace when she does so

- rainbow dash loves falling asleep to the rain

- rarity is really good at ballet and ballroom dancing but doesn’t show it off unless she absolutely has to

- sunset shimmer says “what the hay” unironically

- when starlight was living with twilight and spike, she’d cleanse all the gems that spike brought in to eliminate their negative energy. most of the time she doesn’t have to do this because ponyville is a relatively positive place, but she does so just in case

- applejack throws knives

- rainbow dash took up sword fighting because she thought it would be helpful in battles

- maud, rarity, and spike all go cavern exploring together

- the flowers that trixie uses in her magic tricks are all fresh and either bought from the flower sisters or fluttershy’s personal garden

- starlight knows a lot about crystals and gems due to her interests even though she’s not directly related in that field

- fluttershy and applejack have painting sessions

- pinkie pie loves to sing whenever she can

- applejack is really good at archery

[stabletwooriginals]

CHAPTER THREE: Guidance

LittlePip wakes up to a brand new day. Which she never experienced before and we get some fun observations from her about.

I knew this was coming but I’m so relieved LittlePip finds one of Rarities dresses in perfect condition inside a locked chest.

The comment, that the dress is the prettiest and most cheerful thing she has seen since leaving is striking to me. She has had one terrible string of bad luck so far, but there are amazing things still waiting to be found.

Which is undercut somewhat by her discovery of the dead cats hung over where she slept. Absolutely terrifying. That doesn’t seem just for shock value, as it preoccupies our (and LittlePips) mind as she accidentally activates a land mine. Oops.

Watcher making his first appearing here, giving LittlePip life saving advice.

Raiders attack again. And we get LittlePips naive interpretation of grenades through a childhood memory of someone bullying her. This explains to us why she focuses on throwing the granade back next… killing her first pony.

We don’t get a lot of rumination on that yet though, as we get a scene break and LittlePip has managed to sneak out of Ponyville. What are these segmenting parts called, actually? Is it “Dinkus”? That’s a fantastic name.

The retelling of escaping Ponyville sounds like a stealth sequence in any video game, which I find amusing.

After a brief first encounter with a Bloatsprite - the mutated version of the Parasprites from the show - we reunite with Watcher and LittlePip get’s to have her first friendly conversation so far. (You might wanna count Velvet at the very beginning, but that’s up to you.)

“A friend.” I raised an eyebrow. “Okay, a passing acquaintance. But one that doesn’t mean any harm.”

This back-paddling is interesting. Why isn’t the “Friend or Foe” distinction enough here? My interpretation is that FoE takes friendship quite seriously. Since it is adopting “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”, in which friendship is the key to change the course of history, just the word “friend” has a lot of worth and meaning that can’t just be thrown around lightly. We don’t know it yet but the core mechanics of MLP, namely friendship and the Elements of Harmony, are still intact in this story.

Finding my apple, I levitated it up. “Thank you. And thank you for the warning about that… thing in the ground.” “Mine.” I blinked. “Y-you want my apple?”

I just want this on here.

We get some info on the Bloatsprite - mainly it’s name and that it is the result of something called Taint. Which, uh– and Watcher’s name. He is not a Spritebot himself, but located somewhere else and just hacks into them to interact with remote places of the world.

Finally he gives vital advice any newbie RPG player can use: Find better gear, learn about the world and make some friends! What? Yes, there it is again. Friendship.

For guidance LittlePip returns to Ponyville. Watcher told her a copy of the Wasteland Survival Guide should still be at the Ponyville Library. Twilight’s home! (Remember, we’re sticking strictly to the first season.)

I was convinced The Wasteland Survival Guide was a reference to an older piece of post-apocalyptic fiction, but nope, it seems to come from the famous quest line in Fallout 3. At least, that is what dominates the search results when I try to google it.

Quite some time is also spend on the horrific decoration, namely desecrated ponies. Mutilated and in pieces, stuck to the walls and hung from the ceiling. These displays of gore are reminiscent of how Super Mutants tend to gather in places with such bloody decorations in Fallout 3. That game reduced the Mutants personality from a faction, as they were in the previous titles, to little more than orcs. Which is a shame, as they mostly exist as canon fodder now. And help us get over killing them, it shows us with lootable sacks of gore that they deserve it.

The raiders here get painted in the same light and fulfill a similar role. As clear bad guys and somewhat as cannon fodder. Their psychology never gets explored much beyond “the Wasteland drove them mad”. They often even have ridiculous cutie marks, implying they have been born into being raiders and that being cruel is their special talent. Which, besides painting the saddest existence, is a shame, since they clearly form groups among themselves, can talk just fine and are/were, by all accounts, just ponies like anyone else. Except, they’re not. They have gone insane, mind you. They live in their own shit and sleep under fresh, dripping intestines. Because they’ve gone mad, you see!

My point with all that is, that the excessive gore in this scene takes away from my immersion, as it raises questions with no answers, and raiders holding slaves and killing ponies (without putting their corpses on display), again, would be fine enough to convince me of their evilness.

Watcher was playing LittlePip a little, as he knew it was also where a couple slaves are kept in cages. One of them is implied to have been sexually assaulted, which - while still despicable - at least makes more sense for raiders to do than the gore fest described earlier.

LittlePip glancing over the bottle caps the first freed slave offers her without a second thought is a fun touch.

Then a fight breaks loose!

I hadn’t just killed a pony–these raiders had given up any right to the title! These were not ponies, they were sick monsters that needed to be put down!

Which implies choice. Something I can’t imagine, choosing to be a raider like this, but fine. I’m sure plenty of FoE side stories go more into detail with raiders, FoE itself seems mostly comfortable portraying them as orcs most of the time. Until it doesn’t. But we will cross that bridge when we get there.

I didn’t realize until that moment, but I was mad! The pure evil of this place had shaken me to the core… and my core was furious!

Regardless of my feelings towards the raiders, Littlepip’s reaction to them has always been inspirational to me. I know, it leads to… problems later on. But joining in with unbridled rage of LittlePip is cathartic in ways I haven’t yet seen replicated somewhere else.

(what do you know, they do shoot with their tongues!)

Figuring out how horses shoot firearms is… it’s own entire discourse I am not very interested in. But it’s fun to see what ideas FoE brought to the table. And it’s even more fun to see high quality concept art of tongue-triggered pistols for the Fallout: Equestria fan game Ashes of Equestria.

The fight is fun, with brisk and clear descriptions and punctuation of humor (“Shouldn't you ponies be smarter than this? You live in a library!”).

LittlePip gets shot but finds the Fluttershy branded medical box. Love that decision. Also our introduction to healing potions – they work like Stimpaks from Fallout, but are actually more believable because magic actually exists!

I was even more pathetic with melee weapons than I was with guns.

Love that RPG progression being set up here.

It was a zombiepony!

Don’t be mean to ghoul Ditzy Doo. Don’t ever be mean to ghoul Ditzy Doo.

I can’t really place the note about why someone might need binoculars in a library. I assume it’s a MLP reference but I’m lost on that one.

After another short lived meeting with mines the fight is over and LittlePip decides to loot the bodies for armor. The bloody, tattered armor. To be fair, it is the best armor she has come across so far and we do stuff like this in RPGs all the time.

She finds bottle caps again and chooses to ignore them this time. Great tease. Love it.

She finds and identifies radigator meat. I’m not sure she should know their name at this point, but whatever. The narrative framing allows it.

Lastly, she confronts the sniper that has been on the balcony of the library the entire time. Here we get a better glimpse at AngeryPip, surprising herself with her audible confidence and malice. It feels like a different character, but since this is portrayed as a extreme situation this seems more adrenaline fueled to me, rather than pathological.

Leaving the library, LittlePip has a combat shotgun, an assault rifle, a revolver (which gets lost in the next scene), a knife and now a sniper rifle. Impressive for this early in the story.

An alert flashed on my PipBuck. Checking it, I discovered that it had labeled the gazebo in front of me: The Macintosh War Memorial.

First, harrowing. Love it. Secondly, I love the inclusion of the gazebo, which has to be the one we can see in the show. It’s cool to see how many elements of the show actually made it in here. Pretty unobtrusively too.

The Memorial specifically names Big Macintosh and his sacrifice. It’s obviously unclear how much of the story was prepared in advance, but the way the war started 200 years ago must have been among that. We get to learn later what Big Mac’s role in the war was.

And we end with LittlePip picking up “The Wasteland Survival Guide. By Ditzy Doo…”

Level Up! New Perk: Bookworm. Kinda nice how we went to the library this time, got a book out of it, the quote at the beginning was “Books! I’ve read several on the subject.”… So, this one feels more than earned.

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Victor smiled as he finished up with his latest patient.  Using a rag wrapped around one of his fore hooves, the other end gripped in his teeth the zebra polished the shining steel of the green earth pony’s prosthetic rear leg.

“Now then,” he said, tossing the rag aside and picking up a small vial in his teeth, “In a few hours the anesthetic will start to wear off.  It will feel like a dull ache at first but will gradually get worse.  As SOON as you feel that ache I want you to take a teaspoon of this potion, then once every eight hours after that.  I’m sorry if it throws off your sleeping schedule, but this is necessary to make sure that everything heals and melds together properly.”

Rosewater nodded and smiled, taking the vial and placing it in her saddlebags, “Thank you, Doctor!  When that cart ran over my leg, I thought I would be in a mobility cart for the rest of my days.”

“Well, you’re not out of the woods just yet.  There’s still a chance that your body might reject the implants or the nerve connections may not heal properly.  However if you take your medicine at the prescribed times and come back for your scheduled checkups, the risk is minimal.  In fact, you should be right as rain in just a few weeks time.”  He walked around the mare, making sure that everything seemed to be properly finished as well as admiring his own work.  “In the meantime, you can walk on it normally, but no running, jumping, or kicking until I give you the okay, alright?  We don’t want to cause any more damage.”

The mare shook her head, her pink curls swaying from side to side.  “No sir!  I’ll take it nice and easy for now.”

Victor smiled again, draping a hoof over the back of the mare that he towered over.  The red-maned zebra being the size of a Rom horse himself cast a bit of an imposing image, but his gentle words and actions had won over the smaller female.  “Now, since you are the first to get this experimental treatment, there shall be no charge for the surgery, however, I will require a few bits payment for the medicine itself.  I will send you my bill shortly, but I promise it will not be much.”  He carefully helped the mare walk towards the door.

Rosewater opened the door slowly, the well oiled hinges not making even the slightest squeak as she stepped outside and took a deep breath of fresh air.  The sun was sinking low in the sky.  “Oh my, it’s later than I thought!  Thank you, doctor but I need to hurry home before dark!”

Suddenly the heavy hoof of the zebra stamped down on the end of her tail, drawing her up short.  “No running!  Just move at a gentle canter and you should be back in Ponyville proper before you know it.”  He lifted his hoof and smiled before waving.  “Fair travels, miss Rosewater, and I will see you next week.”

As he trotted back inside, he put out an ornately carved wooden sign that said “RING BELL FOR SERVICE” in bright green lettering.  The paint of the sign was designed to glow brightly when struck by moon or starlight as was the bell hanging by the front door.  Heading into the workshop at the back of the clinic, he tossed a few hunks of wood and coal into the large incinerator and fired it up, using a chemical compound and a bit of flint.  After the fire was burning brightly, he opened the door to his operating room.  Carefully gathering up the bloodied sheets and disposable equipment, he tossed them into the incinerator.  Closing the heavy iron door with a loud clank, he turned his attention to his surgical equipment.  He pulled out a few bottles of powerful antibacterial potions and carefully mixed them into a vat of water.  He then set his sharp, shining instruments inside to soak for a while.  He heard the bell ring at the front door.

Tilting his head, he headed for the heavy wooden door.  He'd never actually had a patient this late since the areas near the Everfree could be dangerous after dark, so it must be truly important.  Opening the door, he was used to looking down to greet his patients, due to his towering, Rom-like height.  He was quite surprised to actually find himself eye to eye with a beautiful midnight-blue mare.

“Oh! Your highness!”  He remembered himself at last and bowed to the Princess of Dreams and Nightmares, “To what do I owe this wonderful surprise?”

The zebra found himself being ushered to one side by one of the Royal Guard.  Commander Lightning Rays, a white pegasus with distinctive black wing tips used the tip of his spear to gesture for the doctor to step back to what he deemed a safe distance.  As he glanced through the doorway he could see two more guards posted outside the doors before they swung closed behind his guests.

“Unfortunately, my reason for visiting is not pleasant.  I have received a complaint from the Ponyville Medical Society that there was a doctor in the area practicing without proper authorization.”  She frowned a bit, looking over the zebra’s shoulder, “May I come in?”

Victor nodded, smiling as he backed out of the way, “Of course, of course! Please, make yourself at home!”

Luna cast her gaze around the waiting and consultation area, seeing that everything was clean and brightly lit.  It was cheerfully colored rather than being the normal stark white of the horsepital.  Several comfortable chairs and couches lined the walls.  There was a shelf full of various books.  A small area off to the side seemed to be dedicated for foals to play while they waited.  A large, heavy-looking wooden desk was central to the wall opposite the entrance.  She rested a hoof on it’s shining, smooth surface, the reddish-brown wood so polished that she could see her reflection in the surface.

“Mahogany?” she asked, a bit surprised as the wood was quite hard to come bay so far to the north.

The zebra nodded, his chest puffing up a bit with pride, “I wanted to be sure that everything was the very best, for both myself and my patients.”

The mare looked thoughtful, walking over to the bookshelf, running a hoof over the many different tomes.  There was everything from medical journals, to nonfiction historical books, children’s books, and even a complete set of Daring-Do novels lined the shelf.  Victor watched as she inspected everything carefully before she headed towards the operating room door.  

She pushed through into the operating chamber, finding the room to be a sparkling white.  Her nose stung a bit from the strong chemical smell coming from the bucket of surgical tools, but that was to be expected.  Her ears twitched a little at the low rumble of the incinerator against the far back wall.  “I can see you keep everything meticulously clean.  Not at all what I was told by Dr. Crossly.”

The good doctor looked a bit confused, “Dr. Crossly?  I’m sorry, I’ve never met anypony by that name.  In fact, I haven’t met any of the other local doctors.  They seem to be avoiding me for some reason.”

The midnight mare rolled her eyes a bit, “I expected as much.  It would seem that the Medical Society feels threatened by your business and are trying to use me for a method of bringing you grief.  Tell me, the prosthetic on the young mare who just left, was that your work?”

“Yes, your highness.  In fact, surgical amputation and prosthetics are something of a specialty of mine.”

“Do you have one of your prosthetics that I may look over?  I am very curious about your work.”

Victor crouched down and pulled open a heavy drawer set in the base of the wall.  Dark padding lined the inside of it and a small, foal-sized prosthetic leg was lying within.  He lifted it out of the drawer and placed it upon the operating table, an odd amalgamation of wires dangling from the inside of the hip.

Luna picked it up with her magic, turning it over in the air, inspecting it with a jeweler’s gaze.  Every tiny detail was visible to her, from the wires designed to interface with the nerve endings in a pony’s legs to the special pads and enchanted rods used to allow the natural magic of an earth pony to flow naturally.  She tilted her head a bit before uttering, “Doctor, there is one thing I am curious about.  Many prosthetics are designed to rely on a pony’s natural magic to power them, but I see no such thing in your design. While it is very impressive, I fail to see how it can even function.”

The zebra smiled a bit, reaching up to tap his hoof on a small square panel that the princess had assumed was part of the assembly.  With one gentle press it sprung open, revealing an empty cavity lined with hundreds of tiny metal wires, looking much like  brush of some kind. “This is where the power supply is inserted.”

He pulled the drawer out a bit further than it was before and produced what looked like a small suitcase of some sort.  Opening it revealed a crushed velvet lining and several small quartz crystals nestled within.  Each of the crystals glowed faintly with a differently colored aura.  “A short while ago, I discovered an alchemical process to alter quartz crystals to allow them to hold either magical or electrical energy.  The prosthetics are designed to use either.” Picking up a crystal with a faint green hue, he placed it in the open compartment where it slowly started to rotate, generating tiny sparks as it rubbed against the metal brushes.  He snaped the door closed before picking up another crystal, this one glowing bright white.

“The crystal I put in the leg is charged with earth magic, while this one is charged with pure electricity from the last storm to pass through the area.”  He smiled at the princess as he readied the white crystal.  “Would you mind setting the prosthetic down on the table, please?

At the mention of pure electricity being harnessed from lightning, the guard perked up a little.  He rubbed at his black goatee a bit as he too leaned in closer to see what was going on.

Very curious now, Princess Luna did as he asked and stepped around to the opposite side of the table to watch.  Victor lowered the white crystal to each of the “nerve” wires in turn, causing the leg to twitch and spasm, the artificial “muscles” contracting just as a real leg would.

“I can connect these to the major nerves.  I have even perfected it to the point that if too much is lost I can run artificial nerves straight to the spinal column, though the procedure can be dangerous.”  He sighed a little as he set the crystal aside. “Sadly, my ultimate goal is to give the patient sensation in an artificial limb, but I fear that may be out of my reach.”

Luna actually seemed a bit stunned.  This was an incredible accomplishment for anypony, and his ambition was amazing.  This zebra sought to create a prosthetic leg that would be functionally identical to that of a real one, and he had gotten very, very close!  She leaned down a bit closer, tilting her head as she noticed there were a few silvery wires that he had not touched with the crystal.  “And, dear doctor, what are these connections for?”

The big zebra actually clopped his hooves together and smiled brightly, “Actually, that is the part I am most proud of.”  He gestured to the delicate-seeming bundles of wire, the tiny connections little thicker than a single strand of his bright red mane.  “These allow magic to flow freely through the artificial limb as if it were real, meaning that Earth Ponies still have their full connection to the Earth, and pegasi won’t stumble from having an artificial leg that falls through clouds!”

Luna’s guard took in everything, then gripped his spear a little more tightly.  When their host had smiled, he had caught a glimpse of the zebra’s oddly sharp, interlocking teeth.  Long and white, they reminded him of the mandibles of a shark or some other sleek predator that lurks in deep, dark places.  He shook his head a little because his charge seemed oblivious to the possible danger of the situation, but he knew better than to chime in when she was so wrapped up in what she referred to as “talking shop” with another pony.

Lightning Ray’s ears perked up as he heard a commotion coming from the guards he left posted outside.  As he pushed open the door he saw that they had their spears crossed, pushing back a rather pudgy-looking off-white unicorn.  The intruder stamped his hoof and hissed at them through gritted teeth as he demanded entrance.  His mane, almost the color of a smoker’s stained teeth flipped this way and that.  He turned around and at first Lightning thought he was going to make the massive mistake of bucking at the royal guards, but instead he was trying to use his prodigious rump to shove his way through!

“AHEM!!” Lightning poked at the unicorn’s rump with a wing tip.  He got a good close look at the intruder’s cutie mark.  To most ponies, it would look like a red cross adorning a medical bag, fairly common for pony doctors and nurses.  However, to his trained eye the cross was slightly askew, and it was a bank bag, not a medical bag that adorned his flank.  “May I help you with something?”

The unicorn puffed himself up with pride, almost giving him the appearance of a bloated toad.  “Yes, actually.  I am Dr. Crossly, the representative of the Ponyville Medical Society who reported this fraud for operating without the proper permits.  I came by here to make sure that he was shut down.”

Lightning tilted his head a little, then thought of Luna’s reaction to the work that Dr. Mordenheim was doing.  Smiling a little, he gave the signal for the two guard ponies to let the unicorn pass.  “Of course, Dr. Crossly, right this way.”

The unicron looked like he’d swallowed a lemon when he heard laughter coming from the next room.  A deep, bass rumble of a laugh and a higher, beautiful tone, almost like tinkling chimes.  He burst into the next room, Commander Lightning rays in tow and stamped his hoof on the white tiles.

“What is the meaning of this?  This.. this les... er.. zebra.  Has been operating a clinic without authorization!”

Luna nodded to the unicorn, and sadly to Dr. Mordenheim.  “This is true, and a fine of five hundred golden bits must be paid.”  Dr. Crossly was practically rubbing his hooves with glee at this remark.

“However, I have now thoroughly inspected your facilities and seen examples of your work first hoof.  You have my approval to keep operating your emergency clinic right here on the edge of the Everfree for as long as you are able.  Please stop by town hall tomorrow evening.  Your paperwork should be properly registered by then.”

Crossly’s jaw nearly hit the floor at this announcement, but he quickly recovered.  His shocked face soon became a smirk.  “Actually, to operate a clinic here in Ponyville, he will need to be voted into and become a dues-paying member of the Ponyville Medical Society.  We all have to do our part to protect not just the good ponies of this town, but one another as professionals, after all.”

It was Victor himself who got a bit of a smug grin now.  “Actually, that was what we were discussing when you so rudely barged in.  It seems that my own clinic is actually outside of Ponyville and therefore falls directly under royal jurisdiction.”   He slowly stepped towards the unicorn and lowered his head to Crossly’s level.  He smiled a little wider on one side of his mouth, out of sight of the princess and her guard.  His long, sharp teeth were revealed to the unicorn causing the pudgy pony to pale prodigiously beneath his fur.

“I suggest you leave immediately before I ask our dear princess to have you removed for trespassing, or better yet I take care of it myself.”

Dr. Crossly, who had already been slowly backing up as the towering zebra advanced, nodded and turned tail, his hooves scrabbling on the slick tiles as he scooted back through the door and out into the night.

Victor cleared his throat a bit as he stood upright once more, using a hoof to straighten out his slightly rumpled lab coat.  “Alright then. Thank you, your highness, for the proper documentation to operate my business.  I truly was unaware of the rules at the time, but I shall gladly pay the fine that is due tomorrow when I visit town hall.” He smiled a bit more pleasantly at both Princess Luna and Commander Lightning Rays.  “Perhaps we could meet somewhere this weekend and discuss matters further over tea?”

Eyes twinkling with humor, Princess Luna smiled back at Victor, her own lips spread just enough to show a set of fangs even larger than his. “Your dismissal of Doctor Crossly was delightful, Victor!  I would be delighted to meet you for tea, after my Night Court adjourns.”

A bemused Victor watched his royal guest and her guard take wing. Muttering to himself, “She really does not miss much, does she?” he shut the door.

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[sarah-samedi]

I’m so tempted to go into characters from My Little Pony but a) I don’t know anything about modern MLP and b) bronies. Nope.

Anyway, I know that I’ve described my friendship with Laura otherwhere, and she came over to hang out. I coerced her into letting me paint her up like her sweater, in glorious, vibrant rainbow. I already knew that I’d be busting out my lavender hair later in the day, so why not do it with Laura and get pics of us together?

A little more about Laura: she is proudly queer, poly, panamorous, a real-life faerie, and a cat-mom. She’s also super gorgeous and one of my best friends. When she arrived, I practically pulled her down the hall and into my kitchen for fresh coffee, chatting all the while that I wanted to do her makeup because you friends are all probably sick of my old face. Which you’ll see again shortly.

Anyway!

We started by filling her complexion in using a freshly-washed Beauty Blender — I wash mine with a natural soap and just squeeze it in warm water until it’s rinsed and clean — and used Dermacol 207 to bring a porcelain finish to her pale, neutral-toned skin. Once this was in place and had set, I contoured her heart-shaped face with my Sephora Pro Collection Brush 53 to the contour below with an unknown MAC shadow from an inherited palette.

She’d gotten her nails done a few days previous, so I wanted to keep in the pearl tone of her claws and decided on Violet Voss’s Rainbow Palette, which as you friends know, I get a lot of use out of. After Laura had her eyes primed with Urban Decay’s Eden Potion Primer, I began gently pressing the different and gradient shadows into place: Flamingo, Peach, Buttercup, Seafoam, Fiji and Indigo across her lid, and Violet along her lower lashline to pull it all together.

Once these colours were in place, I took the lightest application of Makeup For Ever’s Star Lit Powder in Frozen Silver on Morphe’s M510 Blending Brush and blended the spectrum together. There was no need for eyeliner as Violet acted as colour against the fringe of Laura’s undies, which were then coated in Benefit Roller Lash to give them extra curve and blackening. On her upper lashes, we placed a pair of Ash-Lash Angelcakes and make them stick with — as usual — Duo Dark Lash Glue in the latex-free formula.

With such drama on her eyes, I kept her lips utterly neutral, bringing out a Super-Saturated Lip Pencil from Urban Decay in the shade Glinda, a slightly-pinker-than-nude shade to plump her lips and give them definition.

I, on the other hand, started my complexion with another clean Beauty Blender, adding MAC’s Studio Fix Foundation in shade NW10 to my skin until I had the finish I desired. I was wearing my glasses to keep my eyes comfortable, so in staying with that theme, I filled my brows with a long-wearing lip suede called Ghoulish, though the brand itself has long worn off the tube. This dusty lavender shade seemed to be the “natural” pick, in contrast to the usual, brighter colours I like for lavender brows.

I dusted a tiny bit of Makeup For Ever’s Star Lit Diamond Powder in shade 103, a white-pink glimmer that didn’t do much more than brighten my lids, and that’s all I wanted. For lashes and since I was wearing glasses, I chose Nymphet, again from Ash-Lash and again fastened on with Duo Dark Lash Glue.

My lips were where I decided to rock some drama, after seeing how beautiful Laura’s makeup turned out. I coloured my upper lip in with a shade from Urban Decay called Spank, a very dark magenta that looks amazing with the lavender colouring, and lightly outlined my lower lip in the same colour. On top of that went about a litre of Urban Decay’s XXX Gloss, a mega-sticky, glassy-glossy gloss, and to finish it all up with a blitz of glitter went more Makeup For Ever glitter, in the Star Lit Glitter line this time, in Grape. Muah!

All in all, Laura is one of my most colourful friends, both in person and personality. She is beautiful, funny, kind, passionate and always willing to stretch herself to the limits when it comes to love and acceptance. I’m so glad to have her in my life. xoxo, Sarah.

My Little Laura and Friend I'm so tempted to go into characters from My Little Pony but a) I don't know anything about modern MLP and b) bronies.