He was an artist you might not know.
But you’ve met his children…
It’s rare that a “new” iconic monster is born and becomes forever identifiable,—— no matter the variations, by generation after generation. So it was when George Romero created the ultimate “zombie” in his Night of the Living Dead in 1968. Zombie Apocalypse fans today may have never heard of George or seen the original “Night,” but the zombies they so love in fare like The Walking Dead owe their existence to Romero’s original vision.
In 1979, screenwriter Dan O’Bannon crafted a horror script by starting with neither a story idea nor a hero protagonist to follow.
He built his script around the monster itself, knowing only that he wanted the frights to come from more-and-more revealing glimpses of one of artist H.R. Giger’s mad creations. That monster, the alien in Alien (1979), has now become what everyone knows a space alien to be. Most movie aliens since Alien have been modified versions of Giger’s creation. Giger is the father of today’s aliens, as Romero is the father of today’s zombies.
Giger, who died May 12, was a nocturnal hermit painter, sculptor and set designer whose strength was translating nightmare visions into his bizarre works of art, many of which exuded a perverse sexuality. He is usually classified as a “surrealist,” but he called his art “biomechanics,” with its subjects often appearing to be hybrid living organic creatures having bodies melded with mechanical parts.
The 1970s generation will never get his album cover for Emerson, Lake & Palmer’s Brain Salad Surgery out of their heads. Punk rock’s Dead Kennedys’ album Frankenchrist featured Giger’s painting, Penis Landscape, resulting in an obscenity trial for lead songer Jello Biafra. Giger’s first published book of artworks was 1977’s Necronomicon, named in homage to horror writer H.P. Lovecraft.
Giger was a touchstone artist for those in the 70s & 80s who sought to shake up the establishment with a walk on the wild side. Today he is thought of by many artists as being one of the exemplars of letting the mind go free—to explore either the light or the darkness—and be fearless in sharing what was found there in one’s art. His art might be considered “safe” today, but he was a real inspiration to many of today’s artists.
from today’s talented artists within the deviantART community:
Like all great visionaries, Giger has no truck with superfice; he plunges his hands into the raw stuff of our subconscious. Following where he's gone, we discover that we are not, after all, strangers here. As someone that not only created memorable monsters, but saw the beauty in them, there is a place in Midian for H.R. Giger.
— CliveBarker —
I instantly became a fan of Giger's work when I came across his 'Necronomicon' art book in the library, as a boy. To me, Giger will always be the 'King of Biomechanoids', elegant yet disturbing hybrid beings. Sci-Fi Horror is my favourite visual niche, so I've always been enamoured with his inimitable style. A true legend, what a legacy.
— conzpiracy —
To view Giger's work is to become swept into a new world of darkness and fascination, where nightmares become reality in a way that is both grotesque and intriguing. You can't look at Giger's work without wanting to know more, longing to explore a world that is nearly visceral with all your senses. For me personally, Giger appeals not only to my darker senses, but also to my intellect because his work drives me to reconsider what reality is. What genius must a man possess to take us on such journeys, to capture the most vivid of imaginations and to chill the spirit?
— Aeirmid —
A farewell to a man whose artistic imprint will never fade away. Thank you for setting the bar high, thank you for being a true inspiration, and with a lot of nostalgia, I wish to also thank you for being such a huge part of every kid's childhood, including my own. How often do Alien Monsters make the world a better place? Maybe never, unless H.R. Giger has had something to do with it. So thank you for your truly timeless artistic vision.
— nina-Y —
H. R. Giger's works were one of the first—if not even the very first—that I encountered after I became art-conscious years ago. The eerie world of his creations had an enormous impact on my imagination. Big enough to still feel an itch at the back of my head (or perhaps a hug on my face) from time to time, and big enough to still sense an echo of it in my own pictures, no matter how far I've got since then. One of my role models, next to Alan Lee, when it comes to utilizing the mind - how he went from paper to onscreen, but not by moulding himself for the movies, only by using his own, already existing view, without bending it to fit in. Seeing his designs transferred, moving around and breathing, his architecture filling the space—that is something quite inspiring to look up to, whether you like the views themselves or not.
— STelari —
Rest in peace you masterful dark overlord.
His nightmares make life worth living.
When I was about half my current age, H.R. Giger's works got me interested in a particular kind of art for the first time, before I even had a particular sense for art beyond 'Oh this looks cool'. His art seemed to be everywhere to the point I took it for granted. 'This is Giger, this is art, of course it's on posters and album covers and in movies and on t-shirts and inked on people's skin'; especially the Birth Machine was and is very popular where I live. People who barely have an interest in art are intrigued by his creations. H. R. Giger was synonym for surreal bio-mechanical art. Back then just the word "Giger" stood for that type of art first and then the person who created it. "Gigeresque" is a frequent word in surreal arts. Hans Rudolf's works feel like an unquestionably integral part of science-fiction and surreal art and undoubtedly for our modern art world as a whole.
— Thunderstatement —
H.R. Giger was the first artist whose name I could remember and style I could recognize. My first serious artistic attempts were inspired him and my desire to create art was born from Giger introducing me to other universes. His influence in my artwork is in the intricacies. His art is not clean and simple, it's made up for many lines and lots of details, a complete universe hidden in the smallest detail. There is always something new to discover in Giger's art. Today I'm very sad as I've lost one of the father's of my inspiration.
— Urus-28 —
H.R. Giger didn't just redefine a genre, he created one. His grotesquely beautiful bio-mechanical visions influenced art across all disciplines. Wether adapted for the screen or for the page his signature style could be identified immediately. His body of work should be a reminder to all artists to be original and explore beyond the boundaries of our imagination. I'm sad that we will no longer see new paintings from this legendary artist but I take comfort in knowing that his work will live on to inspire us all.
— BrianKesinger —
He was a great inspiration to me, nearly scaring me half to death as a child with his brilliant design in Alien. He took artistic risks, and had a signature style that would and will be hard to miss.
— DanLuVisiArt —
My first exposure to Giger's work was at the age of seven, thanks to a computer game called Dark Seed. Giger, for me, was the kind of artist whose work went beyond exploring conventional beauty and popular ideas- it was equal parts repulsive yet hauntingly familiar at the same time and it absolutely fueled my nightmares and imagination. He made me believe that truly great work was really not about what you drew but how you made people feel. A true icon.
— ukitakumuki —
Giger carved living, livid forms out of flesh and metal in his mind, and somehow managed to transfer those visions to flat surfaces. His paintings were sculptures. His production design-work has never been bettered, and has been endlessly imitated. Most of us can only dream of such a legacy.
Though his art somewhat resembled the restless, metamorphic paintings of Zdzislaw Beksinski, they were crafted it in monotone hues using an airbrush in unique and entirely original ways. Sometime a fresh-blood red would dominate, or a bilious green, but mostly these were shadow-land images, carved from smoke and bone.
He inspired me not only as an artist, but as a writer. It was a joy to be able to write and draw a story for his classic Xenomorph in my graphic novella 'Aliens: Fast Track to Heaven'. Perhaps, at last, he will rest easy. Such nightmares could only arise from a troubled soul - though it is our joy and trauma to continue to behold them...
— LiamSharp —
In space no one can hear you scream". But we heard a wail of sadness on Tuesday when we found out about the death of artist HR Giger. Giger found the perfect outlet for his work when he was hired to create the creature for Ridley Scott's space horror film Alien.
HR Giger changed the we look at horror in film the same as Technicolor changed the way we looked at film. It has never been the same since.
Giger's vision was unique. He was a man of extraordinary talent whose work is almost uncatagorisable in it's vision of other worlds and the creatures that inhabit them. His influence on the last few generations of artists is immeasurable. He will be missed. Godspeed HR Giger.
— DaveDorman —
The first movie I saw when I was a little boy was Alien. My father's mistake became a big obsession in my childhood. Why did the shape of the monster in that movie that scare me so much? Back in that time, there were only a few ways to watch a movie, in a theatre or maybe TV. It wasn't like now, where you can find images related to a movie everywhere. My only way to find it, was using my memory and drawing. So that is why started to draw, to remember the work of H.R. Giger that impressed me in Alien. When I grew up, I learned about him and his work and watched how his bio-mechanical vision became a true icon for a whole generation, my generation. Last year, I travelled to Switzerland and was able to visit Gruyeres and the Giger Museum and see his work with my own eyes. There was the original costume and head that he did for Alien. As an artist (and my inner child) it was like the end of a peregrination. Thanks H.R. Giger for the nightmares and wonders.
— GENZOMAN —
It wasn't aliens that drew me to Giger's work, but the surreal, bio-mechanical landscapes that seemed like the fever-dreamed manifestations of the music I'd discovered at exactly the same time. For me, Giger occupies the same brain space as Front 242, Leæther Strip, Skinny Puppy and the germinations of my own creative fumbling. There will always be a corner of my imagination that looks like his work, and tendrils of it will always color my own.
— Memnalar —
How does someone pay tribute to an artist who changed so many things? He added a new level to the look of sci-fi and horror. His bio-mechanical drawings, dark fancies, and mood took the dark side one step further. I believe he was someone you loved his art and followed that muse, wither light or dark he was committed. He work was layered with mystery, sensuality and danger. It questioned ideas in bold statements and he was not afraid to challenge you directly. From Dune to Alien, from sensual to the horrific, from the decorative to the ugly there was nothing he could not do. I will miss that there will be no new work. The body of art he leaves behind is amazing and compelling. He changed my visual outlook, opened many doorways to new ideas, and will be missed.
— MANSYC —
H.R. Giger has been an inspiration to me with the organic forms and fluid lines his artwork was primarily made of. His art evoked fascination for me. There was great beauty in the creepy yet erotic scenes he would depict. A mixture of repulsion with attraction. You can find his influence in so many artists, and immortalized in film and on the skin of people for generations to come.
— GillianIvy —
If Hans Rudolf Giger was ever afraid of the dark, it's evident that at some point he must've fallen deeply in love with it as well. Giger rendered nightmares that are ultimately, unspeakably beautiful. It may well require a mad man to see such ornate grandeur in even the most Stygian darkness; there's no question that it took a uniquely gifted artist of the highest caliber to allow for us to see it, too.
— SRaffa —
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It is said that if there's one place in Equestria that the sun shines the brightest during midday, it would be found in the magical city of Canterlot. Though more significant events that affected Equestria took place in its neighbor city of Ponyville, Canterlot was the place that a large number of unicorn ponies called home. The entire estate brimmed with a degree of glamour, sophistication, and enchantment that other towns didn't quite measure up to. It was no wonder that Canterlot was the capital city of Equestria, and home to their two regal rulers, who lived in the highest tower in the city. Princess Luna, in charge of raising the moon each night, who was scarcely seen during the day, and her older sister, the one tasked with raising the sun high in the sky each morning, the fair and benevolent Princess Celestia.
Princess Celestia was loved by all of her subjects, royalty and commoner alike. For she was not the type to sit from her throne barking orders, letting her appointed officials do all of the work for her. She had no issue with flying down to the Earth pony's level, to interact and get to know every pony in each town as much as she could. She also had a very abundant sense of humor. As long as no pony was hurt in the process, she'd always find ways to liven things up in whatever occasion she was a part of. She was so loved by all residents of Equestria, that if one were to speak out against her, they'd soon find it very hard to make any close friends in their time there. It was her presence here that made Canterlot the shining attraction to view the sun in all of its glory.
However, on this day, Princess Celestials' usual calm and cool demeanor seemed absent. Sitting atop her throne, tapping her back hoof impatiently, looking up at the enormous clock appointed above the double doors entering into the room, the princess could not hide the fact that something had her most unsettled. Noticing her distress, one of the two guard ponies assigned to her watch tried his best to gauge the situation. "Um, your majesty is everything okay?" he asked, turning his head from the front slightly.
"It's none of your business." Princess Celestia snapped back rather forcefully. "Mind your post." The guard gulped loudly and turned his head back, facing the doorway. The princess's head sank as she realized how rude she had just been. "I apologize. You've done nothing wrong. I'm just... nervous about the meeting I have today. It's been so long since I've had private meetings with someone in my throne room, besides my sister of course." The guard pony said nothing, his eyes not even budging from the front. He seemed determined whether the princess liked it or not, he was going to stick to his duty. She rolled her eyes, and took another look at the clock. You were supposed to be here five minutes ago, she thought to herself. Where are you, Twilight?
Twilight Sparkle had been a very important pony in Princess Celestias' life, as of late. She had discovered the young unicorn one morning when she had finished raising the sun, and was taking a moment to enjoy the scenery of a fresh morning. Part of what kept her being such a beloved princess of Equestria was that she stopped to enjoy the little things in life, instead of only focusing on her duties.
However that morning, something unexpected happened. While she was watching a group of young ponies find their way back home after a night of hijinx, she heard a loud and thunderous crack come from the sky, as a giant rainbow ring expanded throughout the clouds. "Oh my, a sonic rainboom" she noted, nodding her head down to sniff the flowers. "I haven't seen one of those in a few centuries. I wonder who's responsible?" Before she could investigate, another large crack rang out behind her. She looked in its direction to see a giant dragon's head jutting out of the roof of the building where examinations for gifted unicorn scholars took place. With a sense of urgency, she ran into the building, surprising many ponies there with the sight of their princess galloping past them, with none of her guards anywhere near her. Finding the room that the dragon was confined to, she peeked her head in to see a young purple unicorn with pink streaks in her mane hovering in a magic bubble, with all sorts of magical disturbances occurring all around her. How can such a young unicorn have such power? She asked herself. It was enough to rival her young sister's, maybe even her own. She stepped forth and placed a hoof on her, giving her a reassuring smile as she turned to see who had just appeared. As the young pony settled down, things began to turn back to normal throughout the room: The judges crashed on the floor with a thud, the cactus and yucca turned back into who the princess assumed to be her parents, and the giant dragon resumed its infantile form, sucking its tail contentedly.
"Twilight Sparkle, you have a very special gift. I don't think I've ever come across a unicorn with your raw abilities before! But you need to learn to tame these abilities through focused study. I'd like to make you my own personal protégé here at the school."
From that moment on, Twilight had been constantly pushing herself, learning new spells every day, and reporting to the princess her progress with her studies. Princess Celestia marveled at how dedicated Twilight had been to prove herself. It was something that made her every day that she had chosen the right unicorn to become a mentor to.
While Princess Celestia was busy reminiscing, one of the doors opened slightly, as a guard stepped in and bowed his head to the floor. "Your majesty, a young mare requests an audience with you. One Miss Twilight Sparkle."
A wide smile appeared over the princess's face at hearing of her guests' arrival. "Wonderful! I mean, yes of course. You may send her in." she responded, trying to regain her composure. The guard nodded and retreated to the other side, preparing the young guest to enter her throne. Quickly, she illuminated a mirror to levitate in front of her, and checked for anything about her appearance that might be amiss. "Let's see, any make-up smears? Eyelashes, hooves, good; mane, flowing as usual; great." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Come now, Celestia, you've dealt with Discord, and Nightmare Moon, as well as keeping this entire country safe for a millennium. Why are you getting so worked up over-"
The double doors swung open as the two guards outside pushed them away, and faced each other to allow the same young unicorn the princess had discovered that day to enter the room. Here she was, all grown up, and with many years of training under her hoof. She looked up at her mentor and beamed enthusiastically. "Hello, princess!"
"Twilight Sparkle, my most faithful student" Princess Celestia responded majestically, not a trace of her prior tension apparent in her voice. "So wonderful to see you!"
"And you as well, princess." Twilight bowed her head slightly, not as low as the other ponies, as a sign of familiarity. "Sorry I'm late. Spike had been up all night finishing up his chores because he'd been over helping Rarity with her dress orders, and he didn't wake up when he got your letter. I found it this morning in his mouth and had to rush to find a chariot to fly me here."
Princess Celestia giggled at how flustered Twilight was. "Oh, Twilight, it's no problem at all. I would have sent a chariot to pick you up myself, but since this isn't official business, it would have seemed a bit shady."
"Wait, what do you mean this isn't official?" Twilight asked a bit confused. "I figured any order from her majesty WAS official business. Isn't there some sort of task or special problem you need me to investigate?"
"No, no, Twilight. Not everything has to be about saving Equestria or reporting your studies to me. You see, I'd been thinking about what happened at the Grand Galloping Gala some time ago, and-"
"Oh, that..." Twilight turned her head down at the mention of that event. Princess Celestia had invited her protégée to the most anticipated ball of the year, and Twilight had of course brought her best friends along as guests. Each pony had their ideas of what they wanted the night to be like, but every single one had ended up being disappointed. Even the princess herself was becoming frustrated that she couldn't get a word in edgewise with her own student, since so many guests kept showing up well past when the party had started. By a miracle, Twilight's friends had provided a grand distraction. After a multitude of events, her own nephew had been covered in Applejack's baked apple desserts, a statue of herself had been broken in half by Rainbow Dash, and the garden animals were being chased around by the not-so-timid-anymore Fluttershy. "Princess, I'm so sorry about that. I never meant for things to get so out of hoof. I just wanted to-"
"You misunderstand, Twilight, I'm not angry." She reassured her "In fact, I wanted to see if I could make it up to you."
"To... me?" Twilight gasped.
"Yes, of course. You had said that you wanted to speak with me about all the things you'd learned, and about how you'd improved on your magic. But I was so busy greeting every guest that I just couldn't get a moment with you. So, I'd like us to take this evening to do just that. You and me, nopony else to distract us. Guards! You may leave us." The two guards propped up and marched towards the doors, closing it behind them with a resounding THUD. With them gone, she lowered herself to Twilight's height, and rested on her stomach in a more relaxed state "Well then, let's chat."
Twilight's face lit up when she finished explaining today's agenda to her. She looked as if she was about to start bouncing up and down at any moment. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, princess! You don't know how much this means to me!" Twilight quickly sat down on her hindquarters looking right at her with anticipation.
"Let's see, where to start. Ah, well first of all, I did assign you to your first task in Ponyville primarily to harness the Elements of Harmony. I was expecting that you'd want to return to your home in Canterlot after you had finished, but you surprised me when you said you'd wanted to stay. You must truly cherish your friends."
"Of course I do! I mean, when I first met them, they all seemed absolutely crazy to me. Rainbow Dash sometimes has a bit of an ego problem. Rarity just can't seem to do anything unless it sparkles with absolute perfection. And Pinkie Pie? Don't even get me started on Pinkie Pie."
"Oh, that was the one that decided to ‘share' my cupcake with me at the get together you arranged for me, correct?"
"Uh... yeah, that's Pinkie." Twilight sheepishly responded. Pinkie Pie was probably the only pony in history that would have ever had the moxie to snatch a cupcake from right under the princesses' snout. "But, despite all of their quirks, they're the best friends a pony could ask for. They've taught me so much about what it means to get along with others in society. If it weren't for them, I might still be holed up in my library, not even aware of how lonely I was."
Princess Celestia noticed that Twilight was looking a bit gloomy while she reminisced about her previous life, surrounded by books and isolated from the outside world. She quickly decided to change the subject to keep her spirits up. "So, my faithful student, have you been improving on your magic?"
Twilight's face instantly perked up "Oh, yes princess! I've learned so many more spells! The way I've been going lately, I'm learning more than two new spells every week!"
Impressed, the princess nodded her head. "That's very good to hear. I knew from the first day I met you that you were destined to do great things. It's not every day that you can find a unicorn that can not only hatch a dragon egg, but also expand its size by twenty times."
Twilight snickered. "Oh, come on, princess. You've lived for a thousand years. I'm sure you've found a few more talented unicorns than me, right?"
Princess Celestia shook her head "No, I can't say that I have. In fact, I'll share a secret with you: Even I'm not able to do what you did."
Twilight's jaw dropped. "No way... are you serious?" the princess nodded. "Really?" she nodded again. "...REALLY!?"
"Yes, Twilight, really, really. I've never in my entire life of ruling this kingdom have come across a spell like that."
"Oh my gosh... I'm able to do magic that even the princess can't do."
"Oh, have you rediscovered the spell, dear?"
"Um... no. I haven't."
"Well then, I guess you really don't have that edge over me quite yet, do you?" the white alicorn stuck her tongue out at Twilight, causing her to jump up on her hooves with a snort.
"Just you wait, princess!" Twilight exclaimed full of enthusiasm "I AM going to figure out that spell, and when I do, I'll come back and show you how it's done. Then the student will have officially surpassed the master!" Princess Celestia sat in shock at her student's sudden outburst. Suddenly remembering who she was talking to, she sunk her head and prepared to recite an apology to her mentor, before the princess broke into an uproar of laughter.
"Oh my goodness, Twilight, such passion! I had no idea you were so determined to upstage me! I actually admire that. It shows that your desire to learn literally has no bounds."
"Really? How so?"
"Well, think about it this way:" Princess Celestia cleared her throat and lifted her body up to stand upright, her head facing towards the ceiling "I am Twilight Sparkle!" she announced resolutely "And it is my mission in life to study the secrets of magic, and unlock my true potential! Even the limits of the wise Princess Celestia are but a stepping stone on my path to ultimate knowledge! I shall aim higher than she can even raise the sun!" She looked back down at Twilight who was looking transfixed upon her teacher. "What do you think? Pretty inspiring, isn't it?"
"Princess..." Twilight started to say, but choked on her words. "Thank you. You're the best. Even if I were to surpass your abilities, I'd still look to you for direction and support. That's something that will never change."
Princess Celestia smiled and gazed at Twilight Sparkle, still in awe of her majesty's greatness. "I know that, Twilight. You'll still always be my most faithful student." She stepped towards Twilight and knelt down, bringing her face down against Twilight's. "I cherish the relationship we have."
"Oh thank you, princess! This has been the best day of my entire life! Even better than when I got my cutie mark!" Twilight nuzzled gently against her mentor in pure bliss. Princess Celestia smirked as she felt Twilight's soft coat against her cheek. The princess didn't really have many ponies who she could converse with like this, except for her sister. And while she was glad to be reunited with Luna, there were some things that could never be repaired after she had been exiled. It made the princess feel empty inside. Feeling Twilight against her seemed to bring back those happy feelings she'd shared with her sister. However, they began to grow more intense inside her as she began to feel a sense of longing for the unicorn next to her. Feeling playful, she moved her head up and nibbled Twilight's right ear, making her giggle. "Stop it, your majesty, that tickles!" Without warning, Princess Celestias' tongue slid out and probed the inside of her ear playfully. "P-princess, what are you...?"
"Ssh, just relax." Princess Celestia whispered slipping her tongue out and looking deep into Twilight's eyes. "I thought I'd help train your body on how to control all that magic it has inside." She moved in and kissed Twilight's lips tenderly. They tasted sweet, like sugar cookies. She must have eaten some from the guest plate before entering the room. At first, the purple pony protested with a surprised muffle, but she gave in as she stood frozen in place. The princess invaded Twilight's mouth with her tongue, feeling up all around her oral intracacies. After a few seconds of no motion, Twilight's tongue instinctively began to move in tune with Princess Celestias', both intertwined and caressing each other in harmony. She broke the kiss and moved away from Twilight, a small strand of saliva hanging in between them. Breaking the strand, Princess Celestia moved in and licked the tip of Twilight's nose, flashing a very seductive smile. Twilight opened her eyes after having them closed during the kiss, and looked up at her blushing slightly.
"How...?" she stammered nervously. "How can any of this teach me how to control magic?"
"Well, my student, it's to warm your body up. While you do need to keep calm and focus your mind, you also need to have some sort of stimulation to get your energy flowing." Twilight clenched her teeth as her horn began to glow slightly.
"Wait, something's wrong, I... I'm not trying to conjure any spells! Why's my horn-?"
"Well, it seems you really haven't mastered controlling your powers yet, have you, Twilight?" The princess giggled as she ran her own horn against Twilight's horn. "That's alright though. Maybe I should help you relieve it of some of its pent up magical tension."
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Princess Celestia looked down at her student with shame in her heart. She'd betrayed the trust that her prized student had placed in her, and robbed her of her dignity. She had to force herself to get the words stuck in her throat out. "Twilight...?" The small pony did not respond. "Twilight, I'm... very sorry."
"Sorry?" Twilight responded sharply, her back still to her mentor. "You're sorry? Really?"
She gulped as Twilight's words stung her. She knew what she did was wrong, princess or not. "Yes. I know I can't ever take it back, but I-"
"What you did... what you just did to me was... was... amazing!"
Princess Celestias' eyes widened at Twilight's words. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
Twilight rolled over to face the princess, a look of happiness spread across her face. "Thank you so much, princess. It was even better than I imagined it would be." She leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek against the princesses' foreleg, purring like a kitten.
"You're thanking me, dear? But Twilight, what I just did wasn't supposed to-"
"I know, princess, I should have been able to control my powers by now. I've been practicing for so many years; I thought I'd gained control of myself. But I guess I just wasn't ready for your method of training. Twilight's head sunk again. "I'm so sorry..."
So that's what she was so afraid of, the princess thought to herself. She was embarrassed that she'd lose control of her powers in front of me. "Phew!" she breathed a sigh of relief to know that her most cherished pupil didn't hate her after how inappropriately she had behaved. "Well, Twilight, to be honest with you, I probably put you through more intensive exercises than you were ready for. And as I've said before, you have more power than any unicorn I've ever seen. So it's natural that it would take more time for you to control all of it." Twilight smiled weakly as she stared back up at the princess. "I have an idea. I'll arrange for more personal visits like these, so we can properly train your body to control all of that power inside of you."
Twilight's mouth hung open as she heard her teacher's words. "Really?" she asked earnestly.
"But of course, my little pony. I'll still expect brief friendship reports from you every week of course, but I'd say once every three weeks or so, I'll invite you into my chambers so I can give you more ‘personal tutoring'." She whispered this phrase into Twilight's ear, causing her to shiver with excitement. "How does that sound?"
A wide smile appeared over Twilight's face, as she closed her eyes and hopped up and down around Princess Celestia, abandoning any notion she had of keeping a regal appearance. "Yes yes yes yes yes yes!" she cried out in glee. The princess giggled at how adorkable her student tended to be sometimes.
"Well then, if that sounds good to you, I guess I'll be seeing you more often. Take care of-!" before she could finish her sentence, Twilight bounced up and pinned the princess to the ground, kissing her lips passionately. Where did she get that kind of strength? She asked herself. What happened to her being so submissive? Was that only because she was so afraid of her powers?
Twilight Sparkle broke the kiss and ran a hoof across Princess Celestias' chest. "Princess..." she mulled over, trying to sort out her thoughts. "This whole... thing that we just did. It wasn't only about magic... right?
"Well, whatever do you mean, Twilight?"
"I mean..." she gulped as she searched for the strength to speak her mind. "I've had feelings for you for a long time, princess. At first I thought it was just a phase, like how must fillies have a crush on their teacher. But as I got older, I realized that I couldn't stop dreaming of spending time with you like this. So, do you have feelings for me as well? Please be honest with me. I need to know."
Princess Celestia looked into Twilight's big eyes, full of longing and hope. She looked away trying to find the right way to put it.
"Can you promise that you won't speak this to anyone, Twilight Sparkle?"
"Swear to me."
"Um... cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye?" Twilight squeaked innocently.
Princess Celestia wasn't quite sure what Twilight had just said, but it made her laugh. She composed herself and began to level with Twilight, rolling over so that they were both on their stomachs, side by side. "It's not very easy to rule this kingdom. I've lived for more than a thousand years, and I've made many wonderful friends through my time. Some closer than others." She ran a hoof through Twilight's purple and pink mane as she mused over the past." But of course, time is my constant enemy, and it has claimed each companion. I've had my heart broken so many times, I've lost count of it. And each time it's happened, I've wondered if it would be better to just distance myself from mortal ponies, so that I don't have to experience it again." Twilight's face turned to gloom as she heard the princess's words. She looked away, possibly preparing herself for rejection. "However..." Princess Celestia put her hoof to Twilight's chin, turning her back so they were face to face. "However, now and then one special pony comes along, with something that makes them stand out from all of the rest, and reaches me forcing me to cast aside those thoughts and open my heart again to beautiful friendships. So I suppose what I'm saying is... I'm willing to suffer another inevitable heartache if it means being with you."
Twilight Sparkle's lips quivered, as a stream of tears poured down from her eyes. "Oh, Princess Celestia..." she leaned in and kissed her beautiful princess gently on her lips. "I love you. I love you so much. I always have. I always will."
"And I love you, Twilight Sparkle" she responded, her own tears forming on her face. She placed another kiss on Twilight, their tears mingling together and sliding to the floor. Twilight broke their kiss and leaned her head on the princess's side, dozing off into a deep slumber. Princess Celestia nuzzled Twilight's cheek softly, as the sun shone in through the shattered windows, bathing the two ponies in the most regal warmth. In all the centuries of her raising the sun, the princess had never felt such benevolent warmth before, even though it was influenced by her. She had the small pony to her side to thank for it. Yet another of the many who had found a way into her heart.
Twilight Sparkle: the Element of Magic.