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Anticorns: A RebirthAnticorns: A Rebirth
Transforming Twilight Sparkle into an alicorn left many, many fans of MLP: FiM bitter and heart-broken. It left many angry. It gave rise to a great divide, wherein two camps rose to great prominence in the Brony Community: the Pro-Twilicorn Camp and the Anti-Twilicorn Camp. Chief among the latter is The Anticorn Group. Passionate and hurt, they fought against the company they felt so betrayed by and against the members of the other camp. They destroyed their image, mainly being seen as crazy fools who were too obsessed about a cartoon about horsies; a force for chaos instead of a force for order.
Obsession and frustration are the key problems with it. Many anti-twilicorns merely want a safe-haven where they can be free from persecution. They wish for a haven where they do not have to be alone in their dissatisfaction with FiM. The Anticorn Group seems like that sort of haven at first, and is at the lower levels. It is the upper echelon that has gorged too heartily
Ideas Are Magic: A Sister Series to FiMIdeas Are Magic: A Sister Series to FiM
It has been many months since I've written anything like this. I say it's been far too long. Though I love MLP:FiM, I've given up on it ever achieving the writing quality and soul of its first season ever again. I wish, then, to focus on one of the aspects of a proposal made back when BronyUnderground was still young: a sister series starring The Great and Powerful Trixie.
A decent number of the people I've talked to are opposed to the idea of a show following Trixie. It is quite understandable, given the perceived nature of the character and the very popular demand to see a series based on Celestia and Luna. Understandable as it may be, a Royal Sisters series can ultimately have no suspense because the audience knows that they will have made it out of every situation safely and soundly, that they may appear in FiM later; the audience knows that everything will work out. As interesting as it would be to see the princesses in the past, such a seri
The Guurshan Chronicle: Chapter 3“Hey,” said Feris, stepping back into the wagon. “We're here.”
“Excellent,” said Zaketh.
“Why is she untied?”
“How else is she going to read a book? Besides, she wasn't going anywhere.”
“More like you weren't going anywhere, what with your nose in that book.”
“I'd have heard her trying to leave.”
“Well whatever. Sorry, dear, but I'm going to have to give you the full treatment again,” sighed Feris as she turned to Yusha.
“Will her majesty be wanting more ropes then?”
“No, Zaketh, you smart-mouth, I just need more strips.”
“We're going to run out soon if you keep using them like this. You had better hope that I can get my hands on more spider silk.”
“I'll ask around town. I don't want to stay in this wagon tonight anyway,” said Feris. “Make fists with your hands again, Yusha.”
“Off to the tavern?”
The Guurshan Chronicle: Chapter 2“Hey.”
Yusha did not stir.
Yusha groggily opened her eyes then closed them again.
“Time to wake up, gnimir,” Feris said again, this time shaking Yusha.
Yusha's eyes shot open and she immediately recoiled.
“You can stop being scared now,” Feris huffed. “I'm not out to hurt you. Hold still.” Reaching out, Feris took hold of the adhesive strip and slowly pulled it off of Yusha's face. “Huh? Where'd the rag go? Zaketh must have done something with it.”
Yusha stared up at Feris.
“Are you still that afraid of me? Tell me your name before I change my mind about the adhesive strip.”
“Y-Yusha. My name is Yusha.”
“You've got a cute name, Yusha. I bet you're wondering why I decided to let you talk, no? Well, it's because we're in the middle of the woods and no one's going to hear you scream. Don't give me that look. If I'd wanted to kill you, I'd have done it last night instead of pi
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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