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askfortunatecookie:

OH Oh oh I know this o- wait. I know everything. Well darn, I just spoiled this for myself. Oh well.

But yes! I know who you are, little Heart, I do know! And yes, you are right, I’m that “in between”. It’s a good spot, the “in between”. Kinda lonely but you get the point. 

Minds like yours is fascinating. Always thinking. Always on the run but often jumping the gun way too soon. Just a wee bit. 

And yes, in this world, I’m known as Pinkie Pie. Or the long one, Pinkamina Diane Pie. I assure you I have nothing to do with pony cupcakes. I like my cupcakes with sugar, not body parts. That’s disgusting!

You might know me from your universe too! It’s a pity I had to die so soon, but I had to get out of the game for a wee bit so I can prepare this. 

But for now, you can call me Pinks. Or Peixes. Whichever you wish, really. I’m everywhere. And nowhere. 

I made you a bubble. I know you dislike getting wet. But I won’t be able to keep you in it because -

Ah! There they are. My friends. Now run along, be nice to others and.. oh, be a dear and hold onto this for me for a little while, alright?

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Run along now!

Oh! Uh…I didn’t even notice I was in a bubble…Huh. I guess that does explain why I can breathe at least. I’m still wet though…

Listening to Peixes I watch as she materializes a rather strange mish-mash sword. taking the sword with both hands I captchalogue it into my Array Specibus as it seriously was the most useful one out of all of them before responding with a nod.

Alright, I’ll hold onto it for you, just make sure you come back for it, got it? I’ll be wandering around for awhile, and fight only when it’s needed, sound good for this game? Also, I do know you from the T.V. show, you look different, but it is a different reality. Also, i would have known right off the bat if you were the schizophrenic one right off the bat.

I can basically feel others hearts remember Peixes? Also, I’ll agree on the pony parts, it would cause the shakes if a pony ate another pony, just like a human eating another human. It does massive nerve damage to the brain, even if it doesn’t kill you in some way, it slowly drives you insane. I would like to request one thing from you? If that’s alright? Could you kindly teleport my someplace else a little less wet? You see, being a Mage of Heart, i have no method of teleporting myself places. Please, and thank you. Sorry for talking so much, I…really can’t stand large bodies of water.

Giving Peixes a curt nod, I wait patiently, not really minding if I stayed where I was, but still seriously feeling a bit anxious being under a large body of water, my arms currently crossed as i tap an armored finger on my arm almost rapidly.

I know you’re not fond of water. Hence, bubble, remember? But sure! I can shoot you off to somewhere dry. In fact, I know just the place you can start off!

But before I do, I have to do something about how you look. This is going to be a rather.. equine scene, per say, and you’re sticking out like a sore thumb with all your fleshy humany thingy-wingies. So before you go..

Pink Python gives Steven’s bubble a swift pop with a hoof, plants a sloppy pony kiss on his human nose which transforms him into a pony himself, then teleports him onto the ground before he can even get wet.. in the middle of Ponyville. As a freshly turned pony. That’ll be fun for him.

ask-xain-the-madman:

askfortunatecookie:

From a few feet away, reality seems to bend and crack for a moment behind the pink haired mare, a short man appearing from the bend stumbles backwards and into the mare. Moving almost violently in panic the short man one hand latches onto the mare as if trying to protect something fragile from breaking, the speed of the movement giving way to a very calculated, and soft grab. Tilting his head to the side in confusion, he looks to his left, as if looking towards something that was watching, but not in the scope of this reality.

Letting the mare go, he rubs his right shoulder, his long deep red jacket comes down to just below his knees with an extended collar, the same color but lighter shade jeans and boots, along with what seemed to have been plated light armor, with several trails of purple barely glowing in ancient magic, a heart shaped symbol on the back of his jacket in pink.. Wandering around a bit, the man tries to determine where he currently was before addressing the mare.

Okay, let’s not bother with introductions, I know you’re not mortal, and nether am I. So getting that out of the way, where am I located in terms of planet, universe, and reality wise? Also? Why does it reek of ass cheese magic? Before you ask, crappy magic trying to make yourself seem a hell of a lot stronger than you really are. God I feel like I’m in a bad B rated horror movie slash chick flick.

Raising his hand he turns it in a “hurry up” motion, frowning slightly as the feeling was starting to slightly annoy him.

Seriously, what’s the obsession with dark magic? Do people not know there are better, more potent forms of magic out there?

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Dark magic? What dark magic?? Mine isn’t dark magic. Mine’s not even magic! Silly thing. You’re not even supposed to be here yet. I guess Reality made a headstart. That’s cheating and definitely not fair, but it makes it more fun! So welcome!

You’re currently in Equestria. Place of ponies. Soon enough there will be more types of things like you. So don’t worry, friend, you won’t be feeling lonely!

I’m not sure why it would reek of magic. We’re underwater. Nothing smells underwater. Unless you have a very smelly magic. Like fart magic. Ew. Gross.

Anyway. We’ll have all the fun soon. Would you like a saving point, friend? Or would you rather not and test your skills without one? That would be fun!

Okay, so My Little Pony, got it, from my guess you’d be the forth wall breaking PinkiePie. Or something very close to that anyway, I’d be panicking from being underwater, but I can breathe just fine it seems…I still hate being wet though. To answer your question? A bit of a mishap really, but I’ll stick around, why not?

Looking towards the general direction of the source, I shake my head as I continue to listen to the mare a bit shorter than I was. Hearing the word save point I roll my eyes, figuring this to be a waypoint for things to come. Turning around, I point to the symbol on the back of my jacket.

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To be frank I’m not going to need one, unless something comes at me I don’t interfere with a world unless it’s absolutely needed. As for you, I can feel you’re not really malevolent, or benevolent, you’re just in between…Also, you’re very bubbly. Ha! Anyway, my name’s Steven, I’m sure you’ve already seen my creation I made when I was but a wee kiddie.

OH Oh oh I know this o- wait. I know everything. Well darn, I just spoiled this for myself. Oh well.

But yes! I know who you are, little Heart, I do know! And yes, you are right, I’m that “in between”. It’s a good spot, the “in between”. Kinda lonely but you get the point. 

Minds like yours is fascinating. Always thinking. Always on the run but often jumping the gun way too soon. Just a wee bit. 

And yes, in this world, I’m known as Pinkie Pie. Or the long one, Pinkamina Diane Pie. I assure you I have nothing to do with pony cupcakes. I like my cupcakes with sugar, not body parts. That’s disgusting!

You might know me from your universe too! It’s a pity I had to die so soon, but I had to get out of the game for a wee bit so I can prepare this. 

But for now, you can call me Pinks. Or Peixes. Whichever you wish, really. I’m everywhere. And nowhere. 

I made you a bubble. I know you dislike getting wet. But I won’t be able to keep you in it because -

Ah! There they are. My friends. Now run along, be nice to others and.. oh, be a dear and hold onto this for me for a little while, alright?

Run along now!

From a few feet away, reality seems to bend and crack for a moment behind the pink haired mare, a short man appearing from the bend stumbles backwards and into the mare. Moving almost violently in panic the short man one hand latches onto the mare as if trying to protect something fragile from breaking, the speed of the movement giving way to a very calculated, and soft grab. Tilting his head to the side in confusion, he looks to his left, as if looking towards something that was watching, but not in the scope of this reality.

Letting the mare go, he rubs his right shoulder, his long deep red jacket comes down to just below his knees with an extended collar, the same color but lighter shade jeans and boots, along with what seemed to have been plated light armor, with several trails of purple barely glowing in ancient magic, a heart shaped symbol on the back of his jacket in pink.. Wandering around a bit, the man tries to determine where he currently was before addressing the mare.

Okay, let’s not bother with introductions, I know you’re not mortal, and nether am I. So getting that out of the way, where am I located in terms of planet, universe, and reality wise? Also? Why does it reek of ass cheese magic? Before you ask, crappy magic trying to make yourself seem a hell of a lot stronger than you really are. God I feel like I’m in a bad B rated horror movie slash chick flick.

Raising his hand he turns it in a “hurry up” motion, frowning slightly as the feeling was starting to slightly annoy him.

Seriously, what’s the obsession with dark magic? Do people not know there are better, more potent forms of magic out there?

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Dark magic? What dark magic?? Mine isn’t dark magic. Mine’s not even magic! Silly thing. You’re not even supposed to be here yet. I guess Reality made a headstart. That’s cheating and definitely not fair, but it makes it more fun! So welcome!

You’re currently in Equestria. Place of ponies. Soon enough there will be more types of things like you. So don’t worry, friend, you won’t be feeling lonely!

I’m not sure why it would reek of magic. We’re underwater. Nothing smells underwater. Unless you have a very smelly magic. Like fart magic. Ew. Gross.

Anyway. We’ll have all the fun soon. Would you like a saving point, friend? Or would you rather not and test your skills without one? That would be fun!

asksandyshores asked:

But...but th' tests sound so dangerous. Y'said that our feelings could kill us, or that th' universes are gonna collide or some such. Foals are all gonna go t'sleep for safety. Ponies everywhere could be dyin' from this test without even knowin' what's happenin', an' it's out of love? How?

It is. They will. I’m kinda sad that you didn’t listen to me, though. Not properly.

I said “death is not final”.

Look I’m even giving needless spoilers and ruining the fun even more so.

There will be deaths. The weak minded will crumble. Those who are not ready, the foals, will be guarded. War will happen. Pain, suffering, to a point of torture.. We won’t cause it ourselves. We will only set the platter and watch who does what. We only give them freedom. Everything, even our own knowledge of everything, will crumble. But if we didn’t have back up plans, we wouldn’t do this.

We have to know how the souls are progressing. We have to know just how many times you have to die and come back as a different being until you learn everything you need to learn. And at the end of the day…

.. Well, you’ll only remember me as Pinkie at Sugarcube corner, and nothing else.

asksandyshores asked:

Is that all we are t'you folks? Lil' toys who're only valuable when we're entertainin'? Junk t'be chucked away an' replaced when we're not? Isn't there anythin' about us worth carin' for?

n’awwww! You’re precious. Lookit your little, disappointed face. Hatchling, if we didn’t cared for you at all, we wouldn’t be monitoring your entire life. We would create as we go, on a whim, and abandon them when we’re bored.

But no, that’s not the case. Think of it like parents. We’re the mommies and daddies of everything! We love, unconditionally, even though we are not even known and regarded as who we are.

Tell me, did you even know I existed as a being before this? Did you pray in my name that I’d keep you sane or bless you with inspiration and clarity?

I think not. But that’s not the point. We do care. We do love, as a parent loves their offspring. 

The thing is, we’re not as old as you think we are. In fact, we could be considered foals ourselves!….

… Okay not foals, but yearlings, at most.

We are constantly dying and reborn with no love nor recognition from our children that we create, and merely spectate as to how far they would get, waiting for them to bloom enough so they could one day join us.

As you can see, we’re still only six.

These games test you - and us. It tests you and tells us about your growth. It tests us and our abilities when we’re out of our safezone.

Plus, as I said.. we’re bored. Watching is no fun when you can’t really join your friends play, knowing it would wreck all the walls, not just fourth.

asksandyshores asked:

No, I, er, that weren't quite what I was thinkin'. I like m'mind where it's at. If anythin', I was wonderin'...why? Why put this all into place, then turn around an' help us out? Why give us all this help an' advice if you're not on our side? Why put Miss Cookie through all this, if you're helpin' us help her?

Oh gummybear, you got it all wrong! We are on no one’s sides. We’re helping everyone here get ready for their rightful parts.

But truth be told, we really do want Cookie to continue living. And she will need all the help she can get her lovely golden hooves on, so I’m giving you a slight heads up and a nice nudge between the haunches.

As to why, in general.. well, we’re bored. Very bored. Super duper extradooper bored. Do you know how boring it is when you know everything about everything? I know where your minds dwell, Death knows each death of each timeline, Reality knows everything about what is real and known and also real but unknown, we know everything! EVERYTHING.

Ugh.

So from time to time we put little jalapenos in this bowl of peppers and play Universe Roulette to see who loses this time. Death is pulling its own part, too. Death wins all the time and THAT is boring too. But now we decided to break the laws of every single aspect.

In which death is not final and what you see isnt real, but what you feel just might kill you and the reality you’re in might not be the one where your body’s at.

A real party!

Cookie is a key but I can’t really say why as of yet. That would be spoilers! But there is a reason why she is called Gatekeeper, one that she doesn’t even know.

One Celly-kins doesn’t want her to know. For the sake of yadda yadda boringpoliticshere.

So yes! We’re not helping anyone but also helping everyone get in place. One poke at a time. But if it all ends up being a big mess and it’s no longer fun, I guess we’ll reset the universe and start over from planktons.

Again. Sigh.

asksandyshores asked:

And if things get out of hoof again, that's it? No more savin'?

Not unless there is another given saving point, sugarbunny. 

I won’t repeat myself, though. I get really bored of repeatinh things, and I need to work with everyone to set the final step of this.

I’m sure you might be thinking of interfering me right now. I would suggest otherwise, considering I can break your mind. Mortals like their minds.

I find it hilarious!

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

What do you mean by "saving point"?

A pinpoint created in the timeline you are in that you can return to, just for one turn, if something goes wrong.

Just once. One chance, one shot. You save at the time I have given you. When things get out of hoof, or death is imminent, I will return you to this point in time.

A saving point. Literally what it means.


((OOC: I WILL TAKE THIS TIME TO ALSO SAY THIS: No art for a few asks I’m guessing, I dont have anything installed in my laptop right now and I’m trying to get my files back. Dont worry, there will be art. I’m just reusing things and continue, hoping my words would suffice for the time being.

Also, my commissioners: Can you guys resend your commissions as an ask? Trying to gather them in one place.))

asksandyshores asked:

But how can we prepare if we won't know what t'do until th' time comes? Ain't there anythin' solid an' sure we could be doin'?

Here’s a spoiler of sorts and I usually don’t do this.

There are four spirits tied to a game of chess.

Death, Life. Mind and Reality.

Two lies. Two tells the truth. One cheats. One always wins the game. Though we know this is established, we continue to game.

This game we decided to play, is one that breaks all of our aspects.

The dead is alive. The living are dead. The mind is broken. And reality is nonexistant.

There is no way of preparing physically, but make sure your mind is steady, for I will break those who are weak.

We are pulling the limits away from our playground. To see just how one would adapt or fix the situation.

Whether you’ll make it out alive or not is no concern unless your worth in this game is proven otherwise. Call it a culling of the weak. And no, no foals will be allowed to participate. They will simply sleep until its over.

You can tell the game has started when the water ripples and becomes completely still, for just one second.

And then the foals will fall asleep. That’s when the timer starts.

Would you like a saving points?

Anonymous

Anonymous asked:

Um...What would happen if I messed up what I'm supposed to do for Kin-Ay? Just for curiosity's sake, of course. Haha ha...ha

You would make her really, really unhappy.

She’s probably aware of your actions as of now.

Would you like to make a saving point? I could do that, for you.

And for the story’s sake.

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