#pony lore

[ry-studios]

Full reference sheet for Princess Starseer! Some angles didn’t get the glitter effect as I wanted to keep those angles more clear in order to serve its purpose better I got lazy

[mlp-natural]

omg its carver edlund

ok pony lore time!

Power and Cosmic stuff used to be more balanced before the Earth was created. Gods had their armies and hosts, sure they clashed for territory on occasion but generally it was peaceful. Until the big bang. When Chuck and Amara split, it caused a chain reaction to create a new dimension with space and planets and stars.

The gods began fighting over the planets and the beings inhabiting them, the most popular being Earth with its more habitual atmosphere. Things could grow and change and worship. Chuck ravaged other gods and flung their armies to the surface of Earth, the survivors became lesser gods of monsters, the first of their kind.

Then there were people. And people could create gods too, or call upon other cosmic beings or godlike creatures like Chuck, which frustrated him a little but he let them be. He kept them in line with his angels if they stayed on Earth or visited his realms (heaven, hell, purgatory, empty) otherwise he let them be unless he needed something.

Then one day he decided to vanish, leave his plan to its own devices and minor deities. He would fend off any cosmic beings who wanted his stories of course, but once the dominoes were set up he just wanted to let them fall for a bit without him. Life continued. He let Heaven direct for a while, the conflicts with hell and Lucifer were hardly his problem. Chuck made other stories, other worlds, just to play with the endings he could think of.

His first err was creating the Winchester bloodline as vessels for his archangels. He knew a great deal, but not even he saw what would come. He underestimated the indomitable human spirit, as powerful and useful as the souls he harvested were. Humans were supposed to be an easy cattle for souls, for vessels, for stories, for art, for life. A pet, an amusement. Not the bringers of hope or freewill, not supposed to be so steadfast. Perhaps his first error was underestimating human beings, then starting the Winchester bloodline for taking control of the monster populations.

Regardless, his second cosmic screw up was taking an all seeing eye off of this Earths Castiel. Stories were far out of gus hands now, but he could write a damn good ending.

Chuck is later found dead at the hands of the first man Adam shortly after pissing off Amara hours after she ressurectted Mary

The prophet of the Apocolypse dimension, Chuck ‘Carver’ Edlund is now imbued with the knowledge of Chuck ‘The God’ Shirley, as are his variants across multiple worlds if any of Chucks prophets are still alive. Chuck Edlund, fueled by visions Kevin preached and the sheer amount of angel grace he had been microdosing on for the last 30+ years, decided he wanted nothing more than to tear open this door to another world. It was tempting, he had been living like a rat for a very long time and he was tired of it. He could be a god, he deserved it, just like his alternate self.

It was easy to slip into the role of Chuck Shirley, easy to grab the reigns tighter than before and steer this world into a better ending.

This worlds Castiel was different than the one he had known, he was not prepared for Jack either. He could control the Winchesters to an extent, control some outside forces and concepts, but it wasnt enough.

In the end, he failed. Stripped of his self built godhood and left to rot in New Jersey, no one knows how Chucks story ended.

[doodle-doodie-doo]

imagine being a pony in equestria and you wanna be a famous singer but you turn 12 and you bake a cake with your mom and use some flour and a image of flour pops up on your ass and you know youre fucked for the rest of your life

[painted-lemon]

um can we make this a real thing??????

please tag any other fandom that could use this meme format

[egotistic-queer]

you've heard of minecraft lore, but have you ever heard of pony town lore?

me and @lady-grey1776 messing around go follow the nerd

[beyhr]

bringing the apple jam to market 🍎

[peaceandlove26]

infinite potentiality

[nutsack90]

these took so much longer than they should have ,,,, cgs as ponies

i might make the crystal temps + the diamonds aswell but idk

[chxrrylungs]

instead of scooby doo, what if they were transported into my little pony?

[shirecorn]

Neither unicorn nor pegasus, Alicorns appear to have traits from both species, but are so much more beyond that.

The first alicorns are known as The Two Sisters, a pair of unicorns with magic so potent, they changed the face of the sky forever. After growing wings, the young alicorns were called princesses and treated like royalty, thanked for their gift of the sun and moon. But as time went on, it became clear that these were not simply horses with extra features, but something else entirely.

When mature, alicorns are massive deities that stretch across the sky, ferrying the sun and moon to all corners of the world, leaving magic and dreams in their wake.

Being larger than the tallest mountains, goddesses generally don't interact with ponies on an individual basis. When they do, it is a terrifying honor; one that will alter the course of your life forever. Listen to the Sun speaking into your mind, and pray you are still the same pony when she is done.

[skyscrapergods]

has being fucking Massive and Immortality changed the alicorns’ perspective on regular ponies? I imagine they’d get more condescending and distant and stuff

You are surrounded by flies. If you pause, and look closely, you realize the flies are iridescent, with deeply colorful eyes, and beautiful wings like stained glass. It cannot see the colorful windows of your world, but you can try to describe them. But know that doing so take up the creature's precious time. Years to them is mere hours to you. In a long conversation about the stars, you and the fly share ideas and perspectives. You come away delighted with a new view on constellations and what they mean to the common folk.

The fly comes away dazzled, haunted, and halfway to the grave. What was to you a wonderful conversation was years of study, communion, and dedication on the part of the small creature. He gave up any other pursuits, he constructed his life around this cause. He lost his friends, family, and home. You lost your lunch break.

You love this creature. You love the small being that you once were. You want to talk to him again. You want to tell him of the stars, of dreams... but to speak with him twice, at least meaningfully, would take from him the rest of his life. Could you demand that from him for the sake of your own curiosity? Years passed for him already. In the time it took you to draw a breath, his childhood ended. Do you summon him again? Or do you let him go to live his life, what's left of it?

It is painful for everyone. It hurts something in your chest, it breaks the heart of a god. It wounds his family to watch him leave them behind for the sake of what? A mere whim? He had ambitions! He had a story! It's all gone now. Rewritten for your musings.

You leave him. He cries for you but he needs not a goddess. He needs to live, to turn from the sky to his fellow bugs.

That's what he is. A fly. A mere insect to you. To hold him down is to pin him through his soft center, and display his corpse as a record of his extinction.

So look away. Forget the color of his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the intelligence that stirred you to pluck him out his world and keep him in yours. There, he would be a wildflower with a cut stem. He would be beautiful, but he is so small, and so quiet. He would be just a decoration on your table; made to dance and sing for your amusement and then tossed out with the rubbish when he breaks.

You miss him. You love him. But he is a crawling worm and you are the rain. There are many others like him, but you must be careful to only speak a few words to each. Or better yet, say nothing at all. Let them fade and mix into a writhing blur without name, stories, or opinions on stars.

You are surrounded by flies.

[ry-studios]

Crystal Wish! Earth pony mage oc

Occupying the high seat of the circle of earth pony mages under the rule of Princess Alexandria.

Alexandria has commanded that each high seat of the three mage circles of the castle, find, raise and present her with their chosen protégée for a project of most importance.

She doesn’t mind so much being made to find and rear students, perhaps once they learn enough they can help her with her work. It’s a down payment for future help. While it is a distraction from her current projects and studies, she knows it will eventually make up for it in terms of offloading some of her many many tasks.

The other mages in her circle are not unskilled or unwilling to help, but they each specialize in different areas. She is technically in charge of managing them, and they very often study and work together on projects for the princess and empire, but they are not really her students. She is a representative, manager, and senior among them.

The circles of mages are not necessarily schools and have been previously not required to teach, typically they have simply passed on talents and knowledge to their own children. But with the growing threats and advancements, more mages are becoming necessary under the transfer of power to the new princess within the last few years.

[proxycrit]

What if I redesigned some horses to fit MY favorite narrative trope: fallen gods and forgotten myths of old? Anyways.

Twilight’s mentor is a strange one. In a world of twilit planes forever shrouded in mystery, the older unicorn Lest and her adopted student Twilight are one in many common travelers, migrating the pitted wastelands and eeking survival within settlements that spring up around the glowing meteor shards. Despite living with Lest for the last four years, Twilight can’t help but seek answers to where her brother has gone— and in the process, perhaps dig a bit too deeply into the complexities of gods far older and dangerous then she can truly fathom.

On the otherhand, Celestia ���Lest” Sol is having a terrible millenium. Her sister is no longer her sister, her student teleported herself halfway across the continent, and she got herself kidnapped by an old rival trying to attune with the elements of harmony to overthrow the current ruler of Equestria.

At least she gets a toxic yuri moment.

Meanwhile, Chrysalis is having a great time. She’s got kingdoms to conquer and people to feed and a waning god to taunt.

(The Selene Grace hates the sun monarch they deposed five centuries ago as they stay chained to their post, keeping the lunar and solar bodies from crashing into each other. Luna misses her sister, and the easier world where they haven’t hurt each other beyond reparation. Nightmare Moon misses their monstrosity, trapped in a host who’s grief has poisoned them with empathy.

Things are bound to tip. The celestial bodies are not bodies, but prisons, and the amalgamations we call alicorns the key. And something desperately wants to be freed…)

Anyways:

My mane 6 redesign here!

And my luna and celestia redesigns here!

[vezhenart]

the sillies :3

[cuttlekiss-mlp]

thought i might attempt to start off strong with my mlp infection au

this is still a pretty big WIP, especially with all of the characters. i've been very thorough with how i want things to go, so i've been taking my time with it.

stuck with a sketchier style bc it fit the vibe of what i wanted so well

MY LITTLE CATASTROPHE : SPIKE AND TWI

!!!TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE!!! "Dear Princess Celestia, I have made a grave mistake, and my judgement is no longer sound. I have ruined everything. I am in search of a cure for what I have created. It cannot be destroyed. Normal magic cannot undo what I have done. He is gone, but maybe I can save the others. I am sorry that this letter has not been sent to you in a timely fashion. He is gone. I had to send this letter via pony mail. Please forgive me for all I have done. Friendship is not strong enough to save us. My friends have abandoned me. They know what I have done. Your faithful student, your failure, Twilight Sparkle."

Between all of the commotion of Sombra's defeat and Twilight's ascension as an alicorn, no one was quick to notice a very important missing person. As soon as Twilight realized her favorite baby dragon was not there to greet her and celebrate, she felt sick to her stomach. Where was he? Spike was found by Cadence. He was delivered to Twilight wrapped in her large pink wings, wounded beyond what could be saved. He was already dead when he was found. Her baby dragon was gone.

No amount of friendship or comfort could console the new princess. She laid with her body curled around Spike, and her cries filled the courtyard for hours. It took two days for her to move from that spot and head home towards Ponyville, where Spike would be buried in front of her home. But she could not bare the thought. Spike could not be gone, not forever.

When she returned home, she holed up in her tree house. The doors locked, the curtains covered the windows, and there was nothing but silence. Twilight worked tirelessly for hours, using magic to preserve her baby dragon's body long enough to find a spell that would erase what happened. Spike would not be dead for much longer. The power of friendship and love would bring him back to life. It had to.

She explained to her friends that if they used the Elements of Harmony, theoretically, he could be revived. They had their reservations. No one thought it was a good idea...but Rainbow Dash talked them into trying. Twilight was hurting, she needed her friends to be there for her. However, their attempts were in vein. Spike was not revived.

Despite their failed attempts, Twilight remained stubborn and persistent. She could not let this happen. Spike could not be gone. Everyone was starting to worry about her, but no amount of convincing could change her mind. They refused to continue trying. They did not believe in her and that made her very angry.

Returning into hiding, Twilight's determination became concrete. She did not sleep, she barely ate. Dash visited frequently, while the others had resolved that Twilight needed time and space. She was the only reason the princess ate anything at all. Twilight soon caught reference to a spell in one of her books. This spell was in a particular book in Canterlot's library...and that is where she would go. She packed up and she made her way swiftly to Canterlot. Unfortunately, the book was locked away, for it's magic was forbidden and dangerous. But this did not matter to her. Twilight broke into the library, stole the book, and rushed off to Ponyville. She would not allow anything to stand in her way. Spike could not be gone.

The spell required an intense amount of magic. Twilight would need help to cast the spell, to bring Spike back. But, none of the other elements would help her. They insisted she lay Spike to rest. She refused. How could they ever say such a thing? How could they give up on Spike? How could they not believe in her?

Twilight took it upon herself to cast the spell. She took the Elements of Harmony and she wielded them herself. Bright beams of pink light flooded out of her curtains...

!!!TW BEGINS!!!

"Twilight. . ." A soft, exhausted voice called from the explosion that was her living room. Twilight could barely hear it's faintness, but his voice was unmistakable. She blindly stumbled towards the voice, to find Spike. When she found him, she was first overjoyed. Spike was getting up! Spike was alive!! Bright pink and sparkling ooze spilled from his chest as he rose from his bed. "Twilight?" His voice was louder and sounded panicked? "What is happening-" his voice cut off with a sickening gurgle. Pink bursted from his mouth, and he coughed and wheezed, trying desperately to regain his breath. His eyes were bleeding, or were they rotting? Twilight couldn't tell. She rushed to his side and she held him. Spike choked and convulsed, pink ooze spilling all over his bed and onto the floor and onto her. And then...he stopped. Unsure of what happened, of what to do, Twilight stared in disbelief, in heartbreak. Had she revived him only to suffer yet another painful death? Tears welled in her eyes and she cried out with unbearable pain.

Between her cries and uncontrollable sobbing, she didn't hear Dash break through one of her windows. She held Spike and cried and cried. The house was a mess and Twilight was a mess and covered in pink ooze and Spike was a mess and pink ooze was still coming out of him. Despite her best efforts, Twilight would not let go of Spike. She snapped at Dash to leave her alone, and that is what Dash did. She didn't want to, but what was there to do?

Twilight fell asleep in the midst of her crying, holding her baby dragon close and covering him with her wings.

She woke to a gurgling growl and a terrifying creature standing above her, with pink, sparkling drool dripping from it's mouth. It's eyes were dark and lifeless but little pink glowing orbs betrayed it's gaze. It stared and growled and breathed raspy, shallow breaths. Twilight pushed it away in fear, scrambling up from Spike's bed. That is when she realized what the creature was. It was Spike...but it wasn't truly. He twitched and groaned and dripped pink ooze.

Before she knew it, a knock came at her door. Spike's head snapped towards the sound.

The door opened.

Spike lunged.

Screams and Spike's growls erupted.

What had she done?

[captainzigo]

other creatures should get some love. i’m slowly working my way to all of them. my Little Pony dolls have a great gimmick. They’ve had a great gimmick since the 60s. They’ve got brushable hair, and they’ve got their whole personality printed on their ass. these are extremely solid toy features, and as we have seen with friendship is magic and the other shows, it makes for intriguing designs and stuff.

i’m going to give the other creatures this treatment. at least with friendship is magic, the toys that they released for the other creatures were lame spiky plastic molds, just waiting for you to chuck them at your sibling. in the show, they are realistically colored and not as stylized as the ponies are. sometimes their lore and quirks seem a little bit, lacking in comparison to the ponies, even. I want to change this give them some magic of their own.

in real life ponies have beautiful brushable hair, and cutie marks are a fantastical reimagining of branding marks, and even further, they get unique magic powers, and ones based on mythology. this is my design philosophy