#twi is the animal caretaker

[mythsee]

OMG YOUR ART! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!

You're art style is so sweet I love it!!!

Also if you want a request, can I have something with Twilight and Legend? You don't have to, no pressure!

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Thoughts on the Crystal Ball outfits from Legend of Everfree for the Rainbooms, Lyra, Bon Bon, Derpy, Gloriosa Daisy, Timber Spruce, and Bulk Biceps?

Oh a whole bunch okay!

Sunset - The fire theming! The colors! I love her!

Pinkie - looks a touch goofy with the pantaloons but it really fits her

Sci-Twi - actually a bit bold for her! Fits well with the 'overcoming trauma' arc! I think the blues are a little too on the green side, but most of her scenes are either with Sunset(wearing teal) or Timber (blue-ish green hair) so I think it's intentional to match her with them

Rarity - for some reason this isn't hitting. I think it's too much purple-on-purple and then that one bit of green throws it off.

Applejack - I love love love this dress! You'd think I'd be against dresses on AJ since I criticize them so often and you'd be wrong I love dresses on her when it's an appropriate event like this!!

Rainbow - Thank fuck they didn't put her in another rainbow abomination. It's still colorful but it's blocks of primary colors letting the design itself stand out without clashing with her hair. The design works too, being a dress and harmonizing with the rest of the group, but including pants and not being as femme.

Fluttershy - I almost love this but it's one of those times her design leans more into the flora rather than the fauna. Like they want to give her some nature-y designs, but they focus on butterflies and flowers(vine motif, tulip-shape skirt). While ofc the butterflies work, it gives the vibes of gardener rather than animal caretaker. And while she doesn't /need/ to give off animal caretaker vibes 24/7, the plant theme is odd.

Lyra - Still somewhat suffers from the color issues she usually does, but the skirt having various blues smooths it out. I think if the top was a different color it'd be better (if they want to keep the pink maybe a softer shade?)

Bon Bon - a little goofy but I love the shape joke she's literally a bonbon ha! Colors are a little odd though. They're like more saturated hues of her hair.

Derpy - lmao why is she wearing what I low-key joked about with Fluttershy? Love the colors though.

Gloriosa - A little confused. Her top half seems to be giving 'sunflower' but her skirt is more 'autumn leaves' . It looks fantastic until you notice that.

Timber - basic suit. Kinda boring tbh. At least give us a cooler tie.

Bulk - Oh hell yeah. Once again: goofy but aboslutely his vibe and rocking it

[forgotten-elves]

"Sunshine and Moon"

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Enduring Roots: Orchard Gen: Part 19

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Founder: Francesca Phantom

Traits: Erratic, Cheerful, Horse Lover, Immortal, Carefree, Incredibly Friendly, Animal Whisperer, Brave, Animal Affection, Collector, Gregarious, Graduated High School Early Aspiration: Country Caretaker

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Now that the toddlers are growing up, Francesca and Stephon are putting a little more effort into staying connected with friends and family. They visited Valentina and Knox's home. The Greenburg’s young daughter aged up into an infant, and while they were there, Sunshine was bred to Shadowmorse. She gave birth to a colt, now named Moon.

One of Francesca's fellow Secret Society members moved to Hanford-on-Bagley, so they paid the twi-lek a welcoming visit. They also returned to the haunted isle and learned that Gemma and Stuart are expecting a baby.

For the first time since he moved away, Stephon visited home. He got to meet his youngest siblings for the first time, and later the whole family was invited over for Easter. It was a bit cramped; Francesca and Stephon's cottage isn't suited for hosting parties.

On a bittersweet note, Francesca graduated. She got her degree, but now is no longer apart of the Secret Society.

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Previous: Part 18: "Toddlers & Temperance" 

Masterlist 

[st0rmyskies]

twilight 17?

Twilight is a caretaker at heart. He has a big soft spot for animals, especially horses and sheep, and lambing season is and always has been his favorite. He'll be out in the barns at all hours in later upon layer of Carhartt pulling lambs and filling water buckets and shoveling hay. He's also been known to bring downer lambs into the house and nurse them by hand to give them the best chance he can.

Twi also loves kids. If he had his way, he'd have a big family of seven kids on a huge farm out in the country. Maybe someday, he'll find that for himself.

[mandalorian-writings]

Little One- Chapter One

Chapter One- The Meeting

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1,670

Summary: Searching for the Mandalorian proves to be more difficult than expected.

A/N: This is the first official chapter!! Woo!! I’m not gonna lie I did not expect people to actually like the first so I hope this doesn’t disappoint! I am doing a tag list for this series, so if you want to be added just ask! Love you all <3

Little One Masterlist

Oddly enough, finding the Mandalorian was more difficult than you had originally thought it would be.

You had no doubt in your mind that this Child was their Foundling, or something akin to it, and that whoever the Mandalorian was that they would surely be searching avidly for the little one that was currently snuggled into your chest. Shuffling from the Marketplace, you swerved into a quicker side route, continuing to wander aimlessly around the general area where there were the most people.

It really shouldn’t be this difficult to find them. In the last couple of years you’ve lived on this planet, you have yet to see a single sliver of beskar. So seeing a person covered in armor of the substance would obviously be eye catching. After a few minutes of trailing through the side of the market, you slowly re-enter the crowd. As you walk, the possibility that the child may have been able to leave its caretaker without their knowledge comes to mind.

Still, you reason with yourself, there’s no way a Mandalorian would be unable to notice the absence of one of its own. A jerked tug dislodges you from your thoughts as the baby grips onto your hair, cooing and reaching towards a stall that sells stuffed animals. When he notices that he finally has your attention, he babbles and leans toward the stall. You leisurely cross to the stall, looking at the child with a small smile.

“Want one?” The child practically erupts in delight at the question, joy spreading quickly across his face as you grin. “Okay, go ahead.” The stall had an incredible assortment of plushies, ranging from Vulptexes to Banthas. You shift the child slightly to reach for your credit pouch. The little one practically attempts to launch himself out of your arms as he finds the plushie that seems to appeal to him the most. A Tauntaun. You laugh under your breath as you pick up the plush. “This one?” The child screeches with laughter, instantly grabbing at the plush and clumsily pulling it to his body. You handed the needed credits to the cashier, flashing a smile to them as you return to the crowd.

As the little one happily fusses over his new companion you carry on with leisurely strolling through the crowd. After a few seconds a thought hits you. Maker, how stupid am I? You think to yourself, redirecting yourself to head in the way of the spaceports. The Mandalorian would obviously be a passing figure, meaning that he would have to be somewhere travelers would frequent. You almost sighed in frustration, although it wasn’t a difficult conclusion to come to, the amount of time it took to actually think of it was slightly disappointing.

The spaceports are only located a few minutes away from the market, as Vycinyth was a planet powered by tourism, all spaceports were strategically placed where the travelers could see the life of the planet. You look down at the child, extremely amused. “I wonder how long it took you to find me, little one.” As you muse at him, the baby giggles and thumps his new toy lightly against your chest. You chuckle wholeheartedly, looking up at the entrance to the various ports ahead of you. Mandalorians had a tendency to lay low, so in good judgement, you head to the port that is the least exposed and the least flashy. Even if the Mandalorian wasn’t at this specific port, one of your closest acquaintances usually was on shift as the port’s mechanic and it certainly wouldn’t hurt to sit down and practice your Twi’lek.

Sure enough, the familiar azure Twi tiredly started towards the entry of the port as you walked through. You smiled, calling out a greeting in Twi. “Tired?” You chide as she looks up with a small grin. “Actually having work will do that to you, herb!” She shoots back as she wipes her hands on her work pants. She looks at the child in your arms with confusion. “I didn’t know you were a mother.” You laugh a little before you reply. “He’s not mine, don’t worry. He’s the reason I’m here.” She pouts slightly. “So you didn’t come here to spend my break with me?” Shaking your head slightly you smile. “Maybe after I find this little one’s family. Speaking of which,” You lower your voice slightly, you never know who’s listening after all. “I was wondering if you’ve seen a Mandalorian recently.”

Her eyes widen slightly as she scans your face before answering. “I have.” She states. “Why are you asking?” You motion to the child in your arms and a look of understanding fills her face. “He’s one of my clients, a peculiar one but a client.” She begins to lead you towards the ports. “Came into the port with the most carbon buildup I’ve seen on a ship in a long time.” You look at her, tilting your head slightly. “A shoot out?” She nods. “Most likely, but he didn’t say anything.” The both of you stop before the port. The baby seemed to recognize the archway, squirming slightly in your arms and cooing. Before you enter, your friend lays a hand on your shoulder.

“Should anything go wrong, call for me.” She says cautiously, and you nod in response, though you doubt anything too vicious will happen. She leaves you to go back to her other mechanical work as you step through the arch.

Within the familiar steel port was an older ship. It looked like it had most definitely seen better days, with its age and the black stripes of carbon that littered the sides of it. You didn’t think much of it, you had seen worse ships with great pilots and if the pilot was able to make it through a shoot out and still keep the ship in order then you had no doubt they must be miraculous.

The clinking of tools and hardware stirred you out of your thoughts and as you stepped further into the port you noticed a man fixing parts of the ship that you couldn’t recognize. As he straightened up you saw the man that you had been searching for. The Mandalorian was certainly an intimidating figure, donned in gleaming beskar armor and holding a confident stance. You heard a modulated sigh before a rich voice spoke in your direction.

“I told you I’m fine without assistance.” He said tiredly, almost growling out the words. You walked a few paces closer before responding to him.

“I’m not sure about that, but,” He seemed to realize that you were not the mechanic as he looked towards you. “That’s not why I’m here.” The child cooed loudly at the Mandalorian, tugging at your surcoat to be put down.

As you placed him gently on the ground, he wobbled towards the Mandalorian still gripping his toy. The Mandalorian watched him for a few moments, seemingly checking over the baby before looking back up at you. “Did you not notice him leave?” You ask furrowing your brow slightly and shifting your weight as you cross your arms.

“No.” He replied simply. “Where did you find him?”

“The market.” As you said this the Mandalorian seemed startled. “He’s been with me for almost 20 minutes now.”

“That’s not possible.” He shot back. “I would have noticed.” You shrugged.

“Except that you didn’t.” You looked back at the ship.

“He doesn’t just leave.” He took a few steps closer to you.

“Well he did and he came to me.” You met his gaze and paused for a few moments, looking back at the ship. “Are you a bounty hunter?” At that question, he falls silent for a few moments.

“Possibly.” He replies, shifting his stance in a way that seems defensive.

“I heard of a Mandalorian who betrayed the Bounty Hunter’s Guild for a bounty but I thought it wasn’t true.” You muse slightly, looking at the child. “And if you are a bounty hunter,” You met his gaze, feeling his stare through the visor. “I’m going to guess that you are that hunter.”

He stiffens further. And a tense silence falls over the two of you, the child looking between you and the Mandalorian slowly.

“What do you want.” He states, glaring at you but you pay it no mind.

“To talk,” you answer. “About the little one.” You nod at the baby who is now wobbling to you, shaking the Tauntaun slightly. You relax and smile as you tugs at your dress. The Mandalorian watches you for a moment.

“What about him?” He asks, still stiff. It’s now your turn to fall silent for a few moments to contemplate. Deciding your words, you lower your voice cautiously.

“Surely, you’ve noticed that he has… abilities.” You sigh slightly, watching the Mandalorian react to your words. “If he’s your Foundling, I think you should know what power he possesses.”

“You know of it?” He asks, following your lead to quiet his voice as much as he can.

“Of course.” You quip. “We have the same power after all.” If what you were saying before failed to get his attention, this certainly struck something with him.

“How are you sure of that.” he says coldly, watching you with more caution than before.

“I can sense it, but I can’t explain it here. There are cameras that are recording and word spreads fast.” He seems to understand but still looks like he wants to question you. “I do, however, have a home nearby where I can explain everything.”

“How do I know you won’t try anything.” The baby now stumbles to him, and the Mandalorian swiftly picks him up to be cradled in one of his arms.

“You don’t, but I guess you’re going have to lend me a little bit of trust.” He looks at you apprehensively before sighing. You watch him look at the little one for a few moments.

“Fine.” He answers almost in defeat while both you and the child light up triumphantly.

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[sqrt-ed-in-ghana]

“Grieve. So that you can be free to feel something else.”

Thursday morning I was getting ready for training sessions for the new Education volunteers. I busied myself with brushing my teeth, wondering how I managed to get through so much floss during my time in Ghana, and why the room I was sleeping in smelled funny. In the midst of all of my self-made chaos, I had a nagging feeling telling me I should check my phone. I had 10 missed calls from my brother, sister, and mom…and that’s when my stomach sank.

I’ve struggled with depression in my past, something I’m not entirely ashamed of, but even my immediate family is unaware of. It comes and goes, as depression usually does. I have amazing days, and days when facing the world becomes too much that I cannot leave my house for a week at a time. This time around, these feeling started once I got back from Christmas vacation. It was the beginning of the second term of school. My first term was truly trial and error since I’d never taught before. Regardless, I grew fond of my students and we taught and learned from each other.

However, classroom management the second term proved to be my biggest challenge thus far for me in Peace Corps. The disciplines that I thought were effective the first term became more so a game for my students, so motivation and moral declined. They showed up to class late more often or didn’t show up at all, neglected doing their homework, and would talk when I was teaching resulting in me having to raise my voice. After a very frustrating class one day, I closed by asking them why they weren’t behaving in my class compared to how they behave with other teachers. One of my students said, “Madam, it’s because you don’t cane us. No one takes you seriously cause you don’t punish us.” I packed my belongings and fought back tears as I left the classroom.

After this incident, all the issues I’d been facing at site materialized and I hit the bottom of my PC rollercoaster. Not only was I dealing with not having respect from my students, I felt I didn’t fit in with the staff either; my attempts at Twi often left me frustrated so I spoke the little English I could, and when that wasn’t enough, I’d mumble, or simply say nothing at all. Since the people I could talk to about my frustrations were oceans away, I grew extremely homesick. I missed my dad’s laugh, my mom’s cooking, my little brother pretending I don’t exist while still showing small slithers of love through his actions, and my other brother yelling at me when I’m not listening and responding with “Winnie, there’s nothing more important than me right now. I’m your life”. I missed binge watching Vampire Diaries with my best friends from High School, and recreating iconic videos with the ones that I met in college.

As doubts of my reasons for being in Ghana crept in, I started goggling flights home, job and school hunting, and making an escape plan because Peace Corps was draining me mentally. As if I wasn’t punishing myself enough, I found myself comparing myself to the accomplishments of other volunteers in my cohort. Here they were building football (soccer) nets from water sachets, farming and maintain gardens, and having almost no trouble at all communication with their host communities. I was holding all these emotions and what I saw as shortcomings inside and my heart grew heavy. I stopped leaving my house until it was absolutely necessary. The only company I wanted was my own, because that was the only one I felt I could handle.

My sister was the first person I called, and it was from her I learned that my maternal grandmother (Cucu) had passed. I hung up and called my Mom, gave her my support and asked what she needed me to do. It didn’t really hit me until I called my boyfriend and told him that I may not be seeing him that weekend because I’d have to fly to Kenya. When he asked why, all the tension that had been building up inside of me erupted. And for the next 5 hours with every tear, my mind, body, and soul lightened.

In an odd way, her passing healed me.

I was reminded of her passion of continuous learning in all aspects of life, finding joy even in the most trivial of things, and that family is everything and there’s no love more powerful. As I was saying goodbye to her, I was reminded of the joy I get from interacting with my students outside of school, seeing them in town selling Okra or bar soap, conversing with them about their caretakers, what they did over the weekend, or what their favorite TV show is; she reminded me to treat my dogs well so my kids and other community members will learn how to better care and love their animals; she reminded me that once you meet that special someone (especially when your family was starting to worry), mom will be the hardest to convince so start with her first.

Her departure afforded me the opportunity to travel back to my native Kenya. I got to not only see my parents and sister who I hadn’t seen in a year, but also my extended family as well who I hadn’t seen for 5 years.

Coming back to Ghana, I feel rejuvenated, healed, and ready to take on the exhausting challenges because they are still there. I’m reminded of why I continue to stay here in Ghana despite the challenges I face daily. I’m also constantly working on accepting that I’m not like other volunteers, and that I enact change in my own way. I’ve accepted that I’m not here to change my community. I’m sorely a witness to them tapping into the potential that was within them all along.

[dutycxllsforanarchive]

My Story Behind the Blog

Hey! That's what you guys may be asking, what do you mean? Wasn't this blog just kinda mde for Twi? It was: at the start! Over the course of this blog, it's actually help me get to make more of the story for my NG!

Yeah, you're still kinda confused, I get that. My point is: I never had a set story for my NG or any of the canon characters in it. I had the ships, the children, and uses for locations figured out. I also figured out the different personalities, and... well, I made everything up as I went along. This entire blog is pretty much a way for me to help advance my versions of the Mane 6 (+Starlight) and to inform you guys about how this NG is so much more different from others. Why is that? Other NGs are too casual, too normal other than things with the children. So, I wanted to go past that.

Twilight is grief stricken over the death of Celestia. She is the Equestrian Empress, and everypony relies onher. She had so much weight put on her shoulders from Celestia's death; not because of her duties or the amoutn of power she now possesses.

Rainbow Dash got in a ton of accidents that left her with one normal eye, a robotic leg and wing, and a scattered brain due to all the work and the stress from knowing she's no longer a proper pony.

Pinkie is a business pony; who would've ever thought of that? She owns the largest Party Planning Corporation in Equestria, plus she's always having to deal with 4 kids and a husband, and, surprise surprise, she's always tired! Never thought she could run out of energy, huh?

Applejack is a vine slayer. She kills all the vines that attack Sweet Apple Acres, PonyVille and even Canterlot on some occassions. Who would've known that such a simple mare could be that strong? Strong enough to kill the things that murdered Celestia?

This one is pretty common, but I like it and it makes sense. Rarity is the most popular Fashionista in Equestria, and she has the largest Fashion Line imaginable. She's married to Empress Twilight, therefore making her royalty, and she's actually left the Ponytones to focus on her dresses.

Fluttershy, of course, is a veterinarian. She's PonyVille's only animal caretaker in her line, so she's quite busy. She owns a Pet Shop located next to Sugar Cube Corner where she sells healthy stray animals, pet toys, supplies and food. She even sometimes brings Discord or her kids to help her out.

They all still keep their qualities, while still being so much more unique from other universes. That's entirely what I was going for, and I'm glad that this version came out like it did. My last NG was too generic, with basic ships and random bullshit pairings. They all looked like fusions of the parents! This gen, I made them actually look like their children. Plus, I changed the parents designs too! Like adding rainbow power colors in their manes, giving them clothes or body alterations, scars, marks, bandages, new hairstyles. I made it special. And this blog was an amazing way to advance the story.

Now, if you read through this entire post, please reply with 'Storytime With Empress Munlight.' Also, I would like you to answer this one question in replies or reblog: Which of the following should I do on this blog: A.) Daily NG fun-facts B.) Question of The Day C.) Roleplay Scenarios as Starters D.) All of The Above. PLEASE GIVE ME ANSWERS!!