#tantalizing me

[jakemyboy]

Hmmm...what do you think? I tried to create a cute picture of Blu as the Easter Dog. My sister, ( who always prefers things a bit dark and creepy) says Blu looks weird and scary! I like it! I put white bunny ears first, then I realized they don't match his fur, so I put the dark ones. 🙄

[laurettelarue]

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Don't give up. Don't be a quitter, a spitter.

Follow through on what you started.

Swallow.

Audio source

[kyonshi-8610]

not sure about this one boss

[hellonerf]

i was so distracted by goring ame on his birthday that i almost didnt notice ame being a cutiepie in the new chapter! i would pinch his cheeks... i want to crush his face. black triangle was so super cute here

[thresholdbb]

"Delete the wife" of it all aside, Fair Haven certainly exposes Janeway's desperate loneliness

[markantonys]

every good story should include two genres of villain: "i can fix him" (adar) and "i want him to make me worse" (sauron)

[sexyambrose]

i cant. i cant do anymore of this alilulz i really cant .

happy pride

[tigirl-and-co]

How Finite is Love?

This is a short little piece set in @shirecorn‘s super cool mlp AU! This is just a first pass at it, I’ll definitely refine it if I post it to a fic site. I just HAD to get this out though, the au hits all my sweet spots!

Shining Armor considers the ponies he loves, and how a mortal pony can love goddesses.

Shining Armor held no resentment towards his two favourite mares. It wasn't their fault. They had no choice. Shining wasn't certain he believed in destiny, but whatever happened to his wife and baby sister sure was close.

First it was his wife, and that he could handle. She was an adult. They had fallen in love in highschool, they had grown together, Shining knew how strong Cadance was. If anypony deserved ascension, it was her.

If anypony could weather this, it was them.

He loved his wife with every bone in his body, every fiber of his being, every ounce of magic he could channel. And he knew she felt the same. If she didn't... this never would have happened.

Can love be a curse? Can loving somepony too much damn your soul? Can it save it?

About a month after Cadance gained her horn, Shining Armor decided dwelling on these questions wasn't helpful, and the answers didn't matter. He loved Cadance, and Cadance loved him. He couldn't change the past, wasn't sure if he even would -- but he was dead set on building a happy future.

At least as happy as he could give her. He couldn't guarantee that the love his mortal body held would last into her infinity, but he was determined to try.

He hoped it wouldn't destroy her to leave him behind, when the time came.

He loved her too much for that.

===

He had celebrated when The Sun took notice of Twilight.

The young stallion was oblivious to the looks of quiet worry on his parents' faces, the body language that said they were resigned to a cautious optimism. How could the attention of the source of Equestrian life bring anything but fortune?

He wasn't yet old enough to have heard the whispers. The old fables weren't circulated in school for fear of divine retribution, and Shining Armor was not as studious as his sibling.

Now?

Had he the power, he would have torn The Sun from the sky.

His baby sister, the sweetest and most sensitive mare he had ever known, damned to an eternity of watching her friends die.

She was a child (she was older than Cadance had been) she needed protection (she had brought down false gods) she wasn't ready (The Sun had learned from its mistakes, this new goddess was more than prepared).

She needed him.

Didn't she?

(She did, once.)

He was proud of her, of course. And if he had been watching for the signs, he wouldn't have been surprised.

Twilight Sparkle had always had an innate love for those around her. Before she had locked herself away in that tower amongst the tomes, she had been a kind filly. And even then, she had never quite managed to harden her heart.

She was still openly affectionate with him, with Cadance, with Twilight Velvet and Night Light. She shared her knowledge with them because it was how she said 'I love you.'

Leave it to a goddess to exploit that trait.

When Shining managed to find time to talk with his Twily after she had earned her wings, she had said her job as goddess was 'to spread the knowledge of friendship' and to teach others what friendship truly meant. She sounded excited, happy. She had found a purpose for her research.

Shining Armor wasn't sure if his baby sister hadn't yet considered the consequences of eternal life, or if it simply didn't bother her. He didn't ask.

He realized that while she was still his Twily, and would be until the day he died, she was more. She was Ponyville's friend. She was Celestia's Twilight Sparkle.

She was Equestria's new goddess.

He renewed his vow to remain her BBBFF forever, to keep her safe from turmoil and danger.

He swallowed down his anger and despair that night, in favour of his inevitable role as protector. He had his cutie mark, and he knew what it meant.

===

Shining Armor loved the mares in his life, and he would go to the ends of Equestria to keep them safe and happy, whether they needed him or not.

He was glad, at least, that they would have each other.

[flershnork]

I really appreciate how the Xenoblade community looked at the XC2 party photo in XC3 and decided that this is not Rex's harem, this is absolutely a polycule.

[blakbonnet]

I want an option that's a step before a block - I don't want to block this person but I never want to see their takes ever again

[sunnwalker]

I can't stop drinking Crude Oil

[kobadit]

The Triumvirate

[horrorknife]

PUNCHING HIM IN THE MOUTH...I LOVE YOU SO BAD BLOND MAN

[isdalinarhot]

Dalinar being described as ugly cuz he has a broken nose……… hater. Hater energy from Shallan. You admit to yourself he looked distinguished. Very hard to look distinguished and ugly at the same time. Dalinar don’t listen to the haters **I** think you’re handsome and give you kissie kissie

[daisy-bugs]

scar's red life shawl is his last life robes after one (1) mental breakdown and a pair of shears. to me.