It's a Wrap!Affirmation always feels good, especially after working so hard. It was wonderfully gratifying to get this note from the executive producer and director of MLP:FiM as I wrapped up season III:It's a Wrap!3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pretty damned solid Will!
You're makin it hard for me to find stuff to call.
I suppose this is technically the last episode for you this season. Wish we could celebrate somehow. It's been a solid, solid season for music score. You and your team are definitely killin it, and i'm sure the Bronies will feel it too. They're gonna have youtube videos where they extract the dialogue and SFX and just listen to the score!
Thanks for an awesome third season!
We were actually taking about this particularly in reference to the score for (omitted). We all agreed that you really took the scores for season 3 to a new level... so thanks for all your work this season!
Airshipping Is MagicThe morning air was crisp and cool with barely a breeze blowing. The sky was crystal blue, and the rays of the sun played lazily across the green countryside. It was the perfect day, thought Twilight Blimple, for a flight.Airshipping Is Magic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The little purple sparkly blimp slowly rose into the air, enjoying the wind as it played across her surface. Her propellers spun into life as she turned in a westerly direction, the fluted spire that jutted out from her control deck pointing the way.
Twilight wasn't a big blimp. Her gasbag was large but stubby, her fins small and protruding, and her purple gondola cabin was slung almost apologetically underneath. Growing up as a little balloon in the big city she had always been jealous of the other airships, who always seemed to be more graceful than she. But soon study had paid off.
Today, she was on an important mission. Today she had to ferry vital medical aid across Airquestria. A hailstorm had hit the town of Hull, and puncture repair kits were urgently needed.
A Pony PantheonTrixieA Pony Pantheon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The wandering mage, the Great and Powerful Trixie, Lulamoon
Domains: Magic, Trickery, Travel
Portfolio: Journeymen and women, wanderers, actors, performers, misdirection.
Symbol: as cutie mark.
Trixie is the patron of the arts. Performances blessed by her are always memorable, though do not necessarily go as planned. Trixie often attempts to mislead her followers and worshippers, mainly as a test of their acuity. Her main flaw is an inability to admit wrongdoing, hardly unique among deities.
The Lady of Magic, the Balance Between, the Sorceress.
Domains: Magic, Protection, Law, Good, Knowledge, Purification
Portfolio: Magic and magic users, leaders, archivists, diplomacy, time, students.
Symbol: as cutie mark.
Twilight is the most powerful of the gods besides the six Greater Deities. She represents the balance between the gods of good, and harmonious work in general. She is also the emblem of hard work and k
Brony dictionary version 1Chapter 1: brony EnglishBrony dictionary version 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: fan terms
Chapter 3: shipping related terms
Chapter 1: Brony English
1. Anypony = anyone
2. blank flank = a young pony without a cutie mark
3. cowpony = cowboy, cowgirl
4. Everypony = Everyone
5. featherbrain = a pegasus expletive
6. Fillies and gentlecolts = Ladies and gentlemen
7. hay-seed = expletive
8. hoof-biting = nail-biting
9. hoofmade = handmade
10. hoof-shaking = hand-shaking
11. hoof-wrestling = arm wrestling
12. Hooves = hands or feet
13. Horseapples = expletive
14. It's time to pony up = it's time to man up
15. Nopony = no one
16. pony feathers = expletive
17. single-hoofedly = single-handedly
18. Somepony= Someone
19. sure as hay = sure as hell
20. taking matters into your own hooves = taking matters into your own hands
21. to get your hooves on somebody = to get your hands on somebody
22. What the hay? = What the heck?
Chapter 2: fan terms
1. bro-hoof = bro-fist
2. brony = a fan
Braenbow Dash - Neutralities Braeburn's amber tail swished in anticipation. The train rumbled in the distance, announcing the arrival of visitors to the little village. It had been several months since the six intelligent mares from Ponyville had first visited on a mission to deliver an apple tree to Appleoosa's orchard. They had stayed to help alleviate an ongoing dispute between the settlers and the native buffalo.Braenbow Dash - Neutralities4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Battle of the Pies had been held in the heat of summer. Now the air was chilled with winter's breath. The trees were bare, and the buffalo had migrated south in search of warmer climate. Braeburn's cousin, Applejack, was visiting with her friends to deliver Solstice presents before they began their town's famous Wrap-up festival. He couldn't wait to see the charismatic group of mares again.
Finally a lucid yellow light appeared down the tracks, piercing the cold, inky night. As the train heaved to a stop, all six of them leape
Lost in LoveLost in LoveLost in Love4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well This is awkward.
Here I was, trying to enjoy a quiet, normal day with one of my best friends in Canterlot. Of course friendship, being the ever-changing, mysterious entity that it is, cannot be satisfied until I've apparently learnt something. I think I'm beginning to understand the point of it all It's hard though. Right now, my own racing thoughts are keeping me from approaching the situation logically, and without logic, how can I be sure of anything?
Oh, right the awkwardness. It's very difficult to maintain a single train of thought, let alone manage the torrent of mixed emotions I'm feeling. Most ponies wouldn't think that 'Twilight personal student to Princess Celestia and banisher of Nightmare Moon's eternal darkness' would get herself into a position like this, and I do literally mean position. Right now I'm on my back, staring up at my best friend Rarity, and we're blushing more in
Friendship is RubbishFriendship is Rubbish4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The lights flickered in the studio, the concrete floors and dark corners giving the illusion that the building was to be considered a large garage. However, it was a bit more ornate than that, as banners hanging from the ceiling and different metal machines adorned the edges near the walls, showcasing a pony in a white suit, with even it's mane and tail completely hidden within the confines of the fabric, a shining white helmet adorning the stallion's head, leaving any idea of the pony under the cloth to be a complete mystery.
A bushy maned pony walked into the center of the staging area of the building, stepping upon a raised platform which held two couches, one large enough for two ponies, and the other the beige pony found himself occupying, placing some documents on the table as he rested himself on the seat. Flipping through pages, the pony's expressions flipped lazily from mild surprise to utter disgust as fiddled with the color of
At Last I See the Light"Fluttershy? Darling, are you all right? You've been in there for nearly an hour!"At Last I See the Light4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The butter colored pegasus sank lower in the water she was soaking in, not wanting to even acknowledge hearing the concerned questioning from her best friend. The idea of a nice hot bath had been a wonderful suggestion at first. With added bath salts and oils, Fluttershy felt the tension leaving her body as soon as she was immersed, the knots in her stomach unwinding themselves. She relaxed with her eyes closed and inhaled the fresh scents of vanilla and cotton, and for a little while she was at peace.
When the water began to cool the knots started reforming. The lost tension came creeping back in with every second that ticked by. Eventually she was right back where she started and when Rarity came in to see as much, the white unicorn looked at her with humor laced sympathy.
"You do realize you can't simply stay in there forever, right? How you haven't withered away into nothing more than a prune by now
Friendship is Magic IN MY SCHOOL PAPERFriendship is Magic IN MY SCHOOL PAPER3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Judging a Horse Show
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic premiered October 10 2010. The show was developed by Lauren Faust, who previously wokred on The Powerpuff Girls and Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. After a critical essay was posted on the imageboard 4chan.org, discussing the author's disguest with it, older people began to watch the show. With the unexpected fan base, the show has quickly become one of the popular kids' shows this year. The show is now nearing the end of its second season with a third season in pre-production.
The show stars six ponies, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, with the main character being Twilight Sparkle. The show resolves around Twilight Sparkles' lessons on friendship and magic. Each episode starts with a problem and ends up with a closing narration of the lesson that episode's main character learned.
Staring with the obvious, the show is a girl's show, a little girl's show, but at the same time its more t
My Little DashieOk, don't worry yourselves everyone. This is not a drill. Due to Deviant Art's word cap, I realized a bunch of edits going into my story have not been getting updated. So, I made a Google Doc which you can follow here https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NwdIJMALxxi6egHz832IuNIHy1J7JAqulJFoGeLM5tY/edit?hl=en_US or an actual hyperlinky thingy below in the description. I was gonna just delete this and re-post something about it, but with so many of you commenting I was just overcome by your words. So, I wanted to keep them so that I can remember you all! Thanks!My Little Dashie4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Also, for additional fan work (art, writings, etc) check out my favorite gallery called "My Little Dashie Fan Work" here http://robcakeran53.deviantart.com/favourites/46446902
FirstFirst4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Author's note: This story is best read in its FimFiction.net version, linked here: First, on FimFiction.
"Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it."
- Rabindranath Tagore
"Oh no. No way. That's something I don't get mixed up in," Twilight Sparkle informed Rainbow Dash matter-of-factly, shaking her head. Her horn glowed faintly as she levitated a book out of the shelf she was searching and floated it in midair in front of her. She trotted across the library floor past Rainbow Dash, who was standing in the middle of the room, and set the book down on a reading stand.
"Huh? Why not?" Rainbow Dash asked, turning in place to follow Twilight Sparkle as she moved. "It seems too important not to do, if you can."
"Believe me, Rainbow, there's things I want to know. You don't know how bad it w
Teamwork is Magic: Chapter 1"You did what!?" The purple unicorn fumed, staring at Rainbow Dash angrily. Dash recoiled slightly, never seeing Twilight Sparkle this angry before.Teamwork is Magic: Chapter 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well, I mean Trixie is back, and you're the only one in Ponyville strong enough to duel her with magic, and I..." She trailed off. Twilight let out an exasperated sigh.
"You can't just speak for me! I don't want to fight Trixie!"
"Twi, last time you showed Trixie up by a mile and a half! I'd bet you could do it again!"
"That was six months ago! She's probably gotten much stronger since then!"
"Well, so have you, silly!" Pinkie rose out of a bowl of apples sitting on a nearby table
Twilight's anger subsided slightly as she pondered how long Pinkie had been there. Pinkie just stood beside her, munching an apple. "C'mon, Twilight, it'll be fun!" She said, mouth full.
"Yeah Twi, we've got till sunset to prepare!" Dash chimed
Her brow furrowed, knowing that she really had no way out. If she declined, it would seem as if she was backing out. If
Why Am I Crying - Scootaloo 4Why Am I Crying - Scootaloo 42 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Why Am I Crying?
by Rated Ponystar
Formally Edited by: Clavier, Mr. Minimii and Apple Cinnamon
Edited by: Unnamed Pawn and First_Down
Thanks to Catnipfairy for her artwork!
Scootaloo checked her watch, only a few minutes left. She sighed and leaned back against the entrance to Ponyville Cemetery, waiting for her friend to return. Scootaloo could remember when it used to be daily, then weekly. Only after they started high school did it start to become a once a month visit, and according to her friend’s shrink it was a sign of finally moving on. Scootaloo p
A Very Merry VinylTavia ChristmasOctavia groaned, her more than comfortable slumber cut off by a trio of light prods to the stomach. She rolled away from her assailant, pinning her pillow tightly to her ears, and groaning further, just to drive home the point that she really did not want to be woken up at that moment.A Very Merry VinylTavia Christmas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sadly, the perpetrator of the poking failed to notice this less than subtle body language indicator, and replied with a more fervent series of prods to more tender areas of Octavia's torso. She rolled back over to face her, now fully awake and even more irritated at how awake she was. Octavia found a pair of exuberant, ruby eyes glimmering from the twilit room. Apparently, Vinyl had no issue with an early rise, for once.
Octavia heaved one, last groan that deferred to a sigh as it dissipated into the air, seeing no relent in Vinyl's fillyish excitement.
"I suppose you want me to get up, then?"
Vinyl nodded in a manner Octavia felt would likely resulting in her head detaching from the neck if it co
A Night to Try to Remember Pt. 1A Night to Try to Remember Pt. 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Night (to Try) to Remember
Rarity inhaled deeply, letting the pleasant aroma of her drink fill her nostrils. The snifter glass gently shifted about, buoyed by her magical aura, and its burgundy contents swirled along the transparent walls. She tipped the glass to her lips, gracefully sipping its contents in a way that only years of cultured drinking could imbue. A satisfied smile crossed her lips as the cognac warmed her throat as it drained to her stomach. She was almost finished with her third glass of the night, which would put her just at her tolerance level for this particular beverage; such a shame that her friends didn't know their own tolerances.
At that thought, she looked about the bar from her seat in the corner booth. While she wasn't the type to normally socialize in such establishments, this bar was cultured enough for her tastes, being well designed, well built, and having a satisfactory selection of
shout out to my mlp fim teamhi mlp fans. i know most of you found me here because i am the bgm composer for mlp fim. i want you all to know that when you compliment me on the scores you are also complimenting my incredibly talented team.shout out to my mlp fim team3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
first off is kristopher gee, who has been in the trenches with me since day one. a tireless pony indeed! here's a link to his website:
my buddy jim west, whom i used to play with in weird al's band. we have been working together forever. some of the mlp guitar and banjo tracks were actually recorded on al's tour bus while they were on the road. jim is also an amazing slack key artist. he can play anything and is just a cool guy. here's a link to his site:
my old pal patrick griffin. he got called off the job early in season one, but gets an honorable mention just because he is so darn good. here's a link:
If his website photo looks familiar it's because he shot it in my living room! he looks 2
Limbo (a.k.a. Poems from Work)I.Limbo (a.k.a. Poems from Work)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The machine's being stupid
and her card isn't working,
but he's heard it all before.
He's the kind of man
who expects hurricanes;
he sees the waves
rocketing towards him
and doesn't move a muscle
His mind is a prison
and his eyes are on the bars.
They can't keep him here,
So he throws himself
against the cage,
knowing that one day
it must break.
She's so young, barely an adult.
Her back bends and aches,
and he hates how her shins
creak and wobble
when she tries to walk.
those green slips of paper
as if they were his children:
numbered, ordered, stacked,
She lacks experience, they claim.
"Here, let me set you straight "
and then they all point
in different directions
and tell her to get lost.
He sits, pleading
with his reflection in the window.
Wracked with doubt,
or is it guilt?
(She's not a traitor,
but he can't know for sure)
He's not allowed to dwell;
there's passion fruit to sell.
Monster -- scene prototype Liza Provita weaved her way through the forest, drenched. Having been left behind by her relatives in their rush for cover, she was only a little bit lost, a situation aggravated by the worsening weather. But it wouldn't be dark for several hours, and she knew the manor couldn't be far. So she pushed on.Monster -- scene prototype3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With an exasperated sigh, she bunched up her infinite skirts in her fistsonce pale-blue, now muddy-brownas she tromped through the mud and the rain in a most unladylike fashion. She herself couldn't care less about what she looked like, her thoughts more preoccupied with the current task of getting home. But she could imagine even now the acute displeasure that would be her Aunt Yvette's. She envisioned the tall, bony woman in her mind's eye, saw her thin, painted lips puckering as they always did whenever things were not going to her liking. Liza, she would scold, her eight-or-so layers of skirts forcing Li
Allegrezza - FinaleAllegrezza: ConclusivoAllegrezza - Finale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mounting entries on her to-do list coupled with a draining amount of time in which to attend to them had made Octavia somewhat irritable. The night of the Gala was upon them, and she was expected to be in attendance with her ensemble in no less than an hour. As such, it was very much to her chagrin that she discovered Vinyl asleep on the bed, where she should have already begun changing into her outfit.
A burst of sharp jabs to the stomach remedied the situation, and Vinyl's bleary eyes were met with the sight of a rather indignant Octavia bearing down on her.
"Vinyl, are you asleep?!"
A brief respite was given from the intent glare, as Vinyl's hooves shakily rubbed her eyes.
"Yeah...I was, what's up?"
Octavia practically cuffed Vinyl to her hooves, her benevolence somewhat lessened by copious amounts of stress, and an impatient cart driver waiting outside to bear them away to the palace.
"You're what's meant to be up! Come on! Ge