Luna's Sandwich "Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Luna yelled as she ran up the spiral staircase to the room she shared with her older sister Celestia.More Like This
“What is it Luna?” Came a call from the landing just above the young alicorn.
“Tia I’m huuuuuunnnnnnnnnngrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy!!!! Can you make me something to eat?” She reached the top landing and made her way into the room where she found Celestia sitting at a table, an open book floating just a few inches away from her face.
“Why don’t you make yourself a sandwich?” Celestia said without looking up from her book.
“I can’t, you know mama doesn’t want me using knives, even with my magic. I’m too young.”
“Then have one of the guards make you one.”
“No, they never do it right. Can’t you make me a sandwich? Please Tia? You make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in all of Equestria.”
Celestia sighed and pla
Collection: StrengthMore Like This
Strength and Discipline
When “strength” is the topic, do you think of physical or machine power—or of will power and determination to achieve the goals of your cause?
Relative to size, no human being has ever been as powerful as a common ant. And one person’s life ambition is often another person’s conception of total madness. Context and perspective is everything — as you’ll find illustrated by perusing the following gallery of image
Attention SeekingJack slowly drifted through the air over Burgess, eyeing his handiwork. The light from the Man in the Moon made the freshly fallen snow sparkle. Jack grinned slightly, then turned and zipped off towards the south, heading for Antarctica. He didn’t want to be anywhere around when Bunny found out what he’d done.More Like This
“What the bloody ‘ell—JACK!” Bunnymund roared, his ears flattening in rage. One of the eggs bumped against his foot, almost falling in the snow, and absently Bunny reached down to right the egg. Taking a deep breath, he held a paw to his brow, covering his eyes before growling, “Fine. Easter first, then kill Jack. Sounds like a good plan.”
Jack was sitting on an ice cliff, idly drawing shapes in the air with his staff when he heard a loud WHUMPH come from behind him. Grinning slightly to himself, Jack stood up to face the Easter Kangaroo. The Angry Easter Kangaroo.
“G’day, mate,” Jack mocked as Bunnymund