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It's /sun/day! Let us bask in Princess Celestia's gentle radiance.
/Sun/day Story Archive:
https://ponepaste.org/4028
/Sun/ Music Playlist
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLHFBQk93qeDm43xXRDR1ISEkhdcJTuG2S
Have a Celestia story that you want added to the archive?
>Link to story on Pastebin or Ponepaste
>Say whether the story is finished or unfinished, or if it is a one shot (this is important for sorting)
>Provide a synopses of the plot (please do this, I don't like writing these)
>Any other important information that you want to add, such as the thread of origin.
Broken Pastebin URL? Replace pastebin.com/ with poneb.in/
Humanized variants of Princess Celestia and others are unwelcome here.
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wow so smart
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samefag
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>>43219991
Yes, I also feel a separation from most in here, like they're lesser beings of some kind.
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I think some people will have an easier time of it than others. If you have a well developed inner monologue or can rotate an 3D apple in your head or know how to create a memory palace all these things make it easier.
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AI, while often technically impressive, lacks the spark of inspired creativity and emotional connection that human-created art has. I'd rather a poorly drawn picture of Celestia made with the authenticity of love and regard for beauty that a human soul possesses than any number of technically proficient images generated by a machine drawing from stolen examples of other works.
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i love making aislop because it makes artfags rage that i, a man with no formal training and never spent a dime on pursuing some $6 gorillion faggot art degree, can spend 60 seconds using ai to make something passably pretty to other grugs like me that is brand spanking new /for free/
it rubs salt in their gaping sunk cost wounds, and that just tickles me pink every time i stop to think about their tears
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spite is a powerful motivator, especially against holier-than-thou faggots who think they can dictate what I can and can't post on a yugoslavian yogurt-tasting forum
love for the sunhoers provides the inspiration and direction to whatever it is i wish to have created
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AIslop doesn't change that. The lowest-skilled, most amateurish art that isn't deliberately ugly is far better and more soulful than AIslop. AIslop is only better than artists that make their art deliberately ugly, which has nothing to do with skill, so AI sets a ridiculously low bar.
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i always thought luna was the autistic one considering her love of airships and the Royal Equestrian Navy, but it never occurred to me that celestia might have the exact same autism considering the REN existed before luna came back
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>>43222564
Only real autists will understand what I mean when I post:
Luna likes the trains because they are on time,
Celestia likes the trains because they are big, intricate, and fast.
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>>43222777
double triples! very nice!
>>43222782
based madman
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>>43222564
this pony loves planes, trains and flying
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She's very polite.
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>>43223065
>inb4 she starts posting schematics of equestrian aircraft, tanks, and ships on war thunder forums to try and make the devs be more accurate
>it can't be called leaking because she's the head of state
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>>43222482
Trains are cool
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>>43225687
something like this
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>Celestia: Hey I saw him first. So what if I gave Anon a blowy in his sleep.
>Luna: Sister, that is legally rape.
>Celestia: Says who?
>Luna: LITERALLY YOU WHEN YOU MADE THAT LAW AND SIGNED IT INTO EFFECT A THOUSAND YEARS AGO YOU IDIOT!!
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>Okay. Well, new law: If it's Anon, then it isn't rape.
>Now get out. I still have a few hours until the sun rises and I want to continue abiding the law until then.
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>Twilight. Yeah it's Luna... Tia's at it again with Anon she's... YOU TAKE THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!... Yes she's doing that again. You'll be hear in ten minutes? Good. Goo- TIA! DON'T YOU DARE RUN AWAY WITH ANON'S PECKER STILL IN YOUR MOUTH!
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>>43227170
after years of ruling by herself, Celestia relishes the chance to occasionally be irresponsible
making her sister seethe is just a bonus
>>43227174
Celestia taught her well
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maybe too well...
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>Be Celestia
>Find out about Twilight's childhood crush on you and think it's cute
>Jokingly tell her if she becomes a Princess you'll date her
>Years go by and completely forget conversation
>Enact plan to make Twilight an Alicorn
>It works
>She's a Princess now
>Suddenly Twilight gives you this weird smile and asks where you're taking her for dinner
>Suddenly remember your promise
>yfw Luna starts calling you a cradle robber
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>Twilight when she discovers that her mother, Twilight Velvet is actually her daughter and that Celestia has been letting her live her life and 'die' for the past few centuries because she likes her
>She's not mad over the whole resurrection stuff she's mad because many of the solid magic theories that were unsigned and treated as schizo babble where her own from previous lives
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https://u.pone.rs/nnygnrny.pngVector art is a real pain
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/sun/bros.. i think i finally understand why He did it
https://tantabus.ai/images/27736
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Apparently they're OCs that were born via magic self-impregnation
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>>43231620
I dunno, I like a dappled lil baby pony. It's cute.
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>>43216654
his series of pics are funny and cute whenever i see em on the booru
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>A quilt of rosy light fell upon the mess of an office well-worn, countless columns of patient parchment lathered in pink all stacked high on an ebony desktop.
>The smell of fresh ink drifted gently within errant tufts of conditioned air. The office, hallowed as it was, often found itself mistaken for the printing room of a news outlet by those not privy to the castle’s floor plan.
>In truth, it may as well have been such a room. Most publications based their articles off of every minute detail that dared venture beyond its ornate entrance.
>Beyond the pressing and lifting of pen on paper and the tender grasp of magic willing it so, only the humming of ancient hymns broke the absolute silence - the “do not disturb” sign hung outside had been unusually effective at curtailing wandering advisors and aristocrats that day.
>That, or perhaps the guard detail had been particularly stone-wallish. Either way, the shell-white princess basked within the comfort of sweet solitude.
>Seated on her plush rug, Celestia’s eyes wearily combed the tower of remaining paperwork, and then affixed themselves to the gentle glow of the window to her left.
>Sunset was eight minutes overdue. Despite her vast experience with a post-Gala workload, she firmly believed that if she pushed it, she would be through with the banality by the end of the day this time.
>Evidently, youthful naivety was one among many things preserved by her immortality.
>With a swooning sigh, she laid her pen once more to rest beside the mountain of parchment and rose to her hooves.
>The day had gone on long enough.
>A quick turn and a dutiful gait brought her to the vestibule leading to her balcony. The double doors parted under her influence, a rush of winter wind breaking against her silky fur.
>Her practiced, narrow gait stopped just before the gilded railings, and she set her sights languidly - reverently - upon her beloved Canterlot.
>The hustle and bustle of a weekend night played out in full, blissfully unaware of her watchful eye.
>Even there, hundreds of meters above and removed from the central plaza, she could discern individual ponies going about their lives; strolling to and from storefronts, galavanting about with friends, smiling and laughing and cavorting without a care in the world.
>Some would call it habit, the grin that supplanted her exhaustion, but to label it as such was a gross underestimation at best.
>She did /so/ love this little bit of the day, after all.
>Her eyes fluttered shut as she stood tall, one hoof raised against her golden peytral.
>The lightless void behind her eyelids lasted only a moment. Two pinpricks of light, vertically aligned with one another, began to glitter in the dark.
>Focus steadied by a millenia of repetition, her horn shimmered to life, its gleaming aura reaching out across blackened tides innumerable.
>The tendril split in two, each twining and curling around the binary lights that now strobed in joint tempo under her caress.
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>With a tightening grip, she steeled herself for a duty never meant to be borne alone.
>And yet, in a solemn defiance centuries aged, she began her great turning.
>The lights flared, pinpricks no more - one a soothing glow, the other a raging pyre.
>It was slow, at first, all those years ago. In those distant days, she struggled to urge them along, but now, they went largely without protest.
>A crescendo of mana grinding against aether rose over the rushing wind, a cosmic symphony tuned to her whims.
>In moments, the heavenly bodies supplanted one another, and her firm hold withdrew all at once.
>She opened her eyes and beheld the night.
>Stars and constellations underscored one another ad infinitum as they stretched beyond the farthest reaches of light.
>There was no rhyme or reason to their placement, of course. Even then, she simply couldn’t bring herself to entreat the expanse into performance.
>Not for herself, anyhow.
>The breath hidden within her lungs took its leave at last, furrowed by the newly lulled breeze the moment it escaped from her parted lips.
>Her gaze fell solely on the moon’s scarred surface, pensive eyes scanning every crack and crater as they had every night for an uncountable stretch of time.
>The shadowy sigil of her greatest failure, a seal of her own making, stared back.
>Her chest tightened.
“Your night is as beautiful as ever, Luna.”
>The moon, ever vigilant, afforded no reply.
>Celestia snorted joylessly.
“I fear that, after all these years apart, I’m finally beginning to sound like a broken record. I just wish I knew you could hear me.”
>She sighed, hesitant to re-tread that sob-strewn line of thinking once more.
“It’s not much longer now, is it? Seventeen more years… the eleventh hour is upon us at last.”
>A smile, a /genuine/ smile, pulled at her lips. She reared her head as she turned to face the mountaintop that sat above her castle, high above the clouds.
“Do you remember when we first awoke?” she asked. “Cast down upon the peak, like tears from Caelum. No memory to speak of; not even our names. We only knew that we were sisters.”
>She chuckled.
“The wondrous adventures that followed… beloved memories, all.”
>She paused for a moment, her smile having wavered.
“I long for those days. In dreams, in wakeful stupor, even in duty, my mind returns to when we ran through fields of starry dew and played tag high above the firmament.
“…But here we are, the past immutable. My inattention to your plight is final, as is your reaction, no matter how much I yearn for second chances. The only thing we can do now is move forward, whatever that may look like.”
>Her eyes returned to the moon, its tender gleaming seemingly stronger.
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“If you’d grace me with your friendship once more, I’d like to show you just how much our home has changed,” she offered, a spark in her eyes. “Perhaps, if you can forgive this mare her indulgences, I can begin by showing you how much baking and pastries have progressed in the last nine centuries!”
>A yawn overtook her, maw widening to make room for a blissful exhale. Sharp though Celestia’s mind still was, the onerous doings and dealings of the day had left her lithe form begging for its scheduled rest.
“I’m afraid today’s taken more of a toll on me than I had anticipated,” she regrettably admitted. “I apologize for my brevity, but there's still something I planned on doing before I drift off for the night.”
>She planted her hooves, her wings spread to their full length.
“Goodnight, Lulu. I’ll see you soon.”
>Keen to outpace her exhaustion, Celestia sprang forth into the lively breeze, powerful wings lifting her as casually as one might lift a pen from its rest on a table.
>Against the current, she climbed ever higher, her fur and hair slick with moisture as she emerged from a rolling duvet of clouds.
>Waves of dew rolled from her neck on down as she picked up speed, a generous shiver expelling whatever remained of the unwanted encroachment of her warmth.
>Every beat of her wings brought her closer to the crown of her kingdom, slopes of driven snow contouring the mountain’s nearly inhospitable terminus.
>At last, her hooves carved into uneven ground, momentum from her flight slowing into a steady trot.
>Flecks of snow were upon her like dust as the high winds whipped away, but a quick wave of her horn shielded her from the frozen onslaught, her warmth radiating beyond her immediate person.
>Eventually, her path evened out and began a smooth decline down into an alabaster basin, surrounded on all sides by jagged cairns that seemed to touch the very sky above.
>Ribbons of iridescence danced back and forth with patches of shadow, the interplay between the two not unlike the striations of light that breaches the surface of the ocean.
>The further she descended, the less the wind reached her, culminating in an otherworldly stillness as she reached the bottom.
>Though the dull roar overhead continued on, its fervor was no more than a whisper, light settling into a reverent glow.
>At the center of the clearing, the snow gave a wide berth to verdant greenery, flowers blooming in striking color without even the slightest adherence to spring.
>Laid atop one of the few patches of ordinary grass was a simple tasseled blanket, older than most of Canterlot, its corners pulled taut to make room for two. In just under two decades’ time, it would be occupied.
>Celestia approached, her hoofsteps uncharacteristically timid as she surveyed her most closely guarded project.
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>She swept away light dustings of snow that had trespassed through her chosen perimeter, content that the weather hadn’t been too much of a bother.
>There was still so much more to do regarding the lack of fanfare present, but she was content to wait until the hour drew nearer.
>Well and truly tired, she stopped just shy of the perimeter again, heady with memory.
>A weary smile curled her lips.
>Before she could turn to leave, though, a compulsion to stay announced its presence.
>Ringing, sullen ringing, cut through what remained of the wind.
>No, not ringing…
>Crying.
>Young, to boot; /very/ young. Only a newborn’s wails would curl in on themselves so aggressively.
>Celestia’s ears perked up as she raced to discern the mewling’s origin, shelving all obvious questions for a less critical period of time.
>Within only a few weak sobs, she ascertained its location - an outcropping of snow, cleaved neatly into the ascending slope to shield the babe from the elements.
>Celestia raced over and came to a screeching halt only inches away. Without hesitation, she reached into the makeshift shelter, her magic coiling delicately around the bundle of coarse blankets that swaddled the infant.
>She sat on her haunches and leveled it against her sweltering breast, wings already unfurled in a tight embrace as she set it down gently within her hooves.
>Her roaring disquietude settled, but only just so. Its cries were still hoarse, weakened by an untold stretch of isolation, of abandonment; it’s a wonder she was able to hear it at all, even in the relative silence.
“Shhhh,” she cooed, pressing it more firmly into her winter tuft. “It’s alright now, little one. Sh, sh, sh, shhhh…”
>The hole that had been left in its textile cocoon for its face was turned haphazardly into her chest, obscuring the colt’s features. A simple twist of her hooves, smooth and steady, brought her face to face with the object of her worry.
>Celestia, by all accounts, was hardly a stranger to children. In the boundless stretch of time since her rule first began, parents often beckoned their colts and fillies gingerly along to meet the princesses whenever they could.
>In those first days, most were shy beyond measure, their apprehensive button-eyes peeking out at her from behind their mother or father’s legs. As the centuries unfolded, nervousness turned to excitement, and eventually, even chicks and cubs of all races joined their ranks.
>But never, never in her years…
>Never had she beheld anything quite like the feeble tot that held her gaze so resolutely, in spite of its waterworks.
>Its face was flat and furless, not a snout in sight; only a nose, identical to that of the ancient denizens of Mon’Keigh Isle apart from the triangular protrusion that held its nostrils a small distance away from all else.
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>Its mouth contorted as it held back a whimper, rosy cheeks squirming this way and that as it processed its immense discomfort through high-pitched grunts and frozen-over spit bubbles.
>Beady, lavender eyes blinked back at her.
>Bewilderment held her stock-still as moment after urgent moment passed them by, Celestia shaking herself free of inaction not long afterward.
>Her gaze panned the surrounding hollow, but bafflingly, there were no signs to indicate even a /fleeting/ presence. No hoofprints, no traces of concentrated magic, no disturbed particulates racing through the air…
>Nothing.
“Where could your mother have trotted off to…?” she asked, painfully aware of its open-endedness.
>A troubling matter, to be certain, but one to be pondered at a more appropriate time.
>Celestia looked down at the odd creature cradled in her hoof as she stood once more, wings spreading to their full length as she cast an enchantment of warmth on its fuzzy wrappings. Its enfeebled cries began anew, alarmed by the sudden burst of motion.
“Just hold on for me, sweetie,” she breathed with honeyed intonation, lurching skyward with a single thrust of her powerful wingbeat.
“Everything is going to be okay.”
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>The first whispers of dawn crept in through drawn curtains.
>Spangles of cream-hued light from beyond minute gaps in the linen, dust suspended in sunbeams scattered throughout the otherwise dim exam room.
>In their stillness, Celestia and the bipedal newborn seemed framed in resplendence as the sunshine slowly crept over the great pouf upon which they lay. She held him close as he slumbered soundly, little breaths caught in the fur of her chest.
>It took an iron will not to fall asleep herself, the bags under her eyes beckoning their closure. She stayed with him the entire night as doctors and nurses subjected him to the full extent of their medical scrutiny, which he protested at every opportunity.
>As far as their tests were concerned, nothing seemed to be wrong with him, but on the other side of the coin, they didn’t have any sort of baseline to compare his vitals to. When all was said and done, their countless years of medical expertise amounted to “keep him warm,” which she was more than happy to accommodate.
>To their left, her new assistant scribbled away on her full-to-bursting clipboard, stopping occasionally to slyly steal cursory glances at the baby.
“You may speak freely, miss Inkwell,” Celestia reassured softly, her own voice rousing her from inertia. “I can’t promise clarity in my answers, but I will try all the same.”
>“…Are you /sure/ you aren’t romantically involved with somepony?” she asked sheepishly, straightening her glasses. “An alien, by the looks of it?”
“That would certainly be news to me,” Celestia chuckled. “Besides, I think I’d have known if I was pregnant.”
>Raven set her clipboard down as she turned in her seat.
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>“Just wondering, Your Highness,” Raven jested, her own laugh stifled. “It’s odd that he has your eyes, though. What do you make of that?”
>It was true. Every speck of purple in the colt’s eyes mirrored her own; they were simply smaller.
“I can’t even begin to venture a guess,” Celestia said. “They play well with his mane, though, don't they?”
>Softly, she ran her bare hoof over his wild locks, a tussock on his otherwise furless figure. Aside from the erratic murmurs of dream-laden sleep, he didn’t stir.
>Raven nodded in agreement.
>“He’s a cutie, that’s for sure. I just wish we knew more about him.”
“All in due time,” Celestia replied, a weary smile tugging on her lips. “Once we’re sure he’s stable, the doctors will begin tests to ascertain important aspects of his growth, like his required length of sleep and dietary needs.”
>“Do you think we’ll ever be able to figure anything out about where he comes from?” Raven asked. “What he is?”
>Celestia’s smile fell a bit as she held him tighter.
“Unless whoever abandoned him comes forward, I’m afraid not. The last few search teams are still combing the base of the mountain for signs of trespass, but I wouldn’t expect anything forthcoming at this point.”
>Raven paused for a moment, mourning the circumstance.
>“I suppose I should make arrangements with Canterlot Orphanage, in that case. I’ll make a visit as soon as they open today.”
>Tacit approval filled the space via Celestia’s brief hum, lost in thought as she was.
>It was an old dance, that waltz. So many colts and fillies over her long life, all left unceremoniously in the night on palace steps, Everfree and Canterlot alike. To her - /especially/ to her - none of the wisdom in the world could ever elucidate why.
>Of everything that she had slowly become accustomed to over the years, though, a small part of her was glad that it was just as heartbreaking as the first time.
>“Would you like me to comb over what you have scheduled today?” Raven chimed in.
>Celestia blinked away her lethargy and nodded, train of thought thoroughly derailed.
“Please. A refresher would be wonderful, thank you.”
>Raven smiled as she flattened her clipboard out to the first page once more.
>“Of course. Let’s see… You’re meeting with Counselor Brighthoof and his constituents around eight this morning to discuss the royal budget, followed by…”
>Celestia was, by all accounts, an excellent listener.
>Attentive. Considerate.
>The memory of an elephant, many would claim.
>And yet, as Raven dutifully recounted a schedule packed tight with genuinely interesting matters to attend to, she found her focus wavering.
>Not mindlessly, either; no, that sort of conscious disrespect was far below a mare of her stature.
>Her eyes were pulled away, downward, by hushed murmurs and sleepy fidgeting.
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>The baby, freshly awoken, held tiny fistfuls of Celestia’s tuft in his delicate little hands as he pushed his face away from her chest.
>He blinked away what was left of his dream, one eye after another, and held her gaze as he began to quietly babble.
>Celestia’s tired smile overtook her entire face, rejuvenated; it was all she could do not to double over in sudden joy.
>As if in response, he raised his arms, fingers outstretched as he reached for her face.
>“…And from there, you’ll head to Canterlot Prep to give your speech to the graduating class. Thankfully, it’s right next to city hall, so meeting with the Department of-”
“Raven.”
>Torn from her recitation, Raven lowered her clipboard and quickly found herself fawning over what was playing out in front of her.
>Held a hair’s breadth away from Celestia’s nose, the baby had begun to play with her snout, tugging this way and that as the resultant expressions made him cackle and squeal in delight, a radiant smile on his lips.
>Across from him, the princess sat rigid, breathless in mirth.
>To her, his eyes held the world.
>And, at the very roots of her fathomless soul, something stirred - a fickle desire she had long thought extinguished.
>Primal. /Undeniable/.
“…Raven?” she called out, barely above a whisper.
>“Yes, Princess?”
“…Postpone today’s agenda,” Celestia breathed as she finally deigned to rip her eyes away from the child.
>Raven, recently elevated to her station, froze.
>“…I’m sorry?”
“Most likely the next few weeks, as well.”
>“Y-Your Majesty, I-”
“The High Council can deliberate in my stead for the time being. I know they’ve been itching to prove themselves again for a while now.”
>“Of course, but what’re you…”
>Raven cut herself off, wide-eyed as the realization finally took hold.
>Tender silence overtook them as she looked back and forth between the two of them.
>“Are you…?”
>Celestia beamed.
“I am. Ixnay your trip to the orphanage, as well, if you don’t mind.”
>“Understood,” she sputtered weakly. “I’ll, um… I'll summon the council.”
“Oh, I can’t thank you enough, Raven,” Celestia sighed, her decorum slipping a tad as she returned her attention to the playful child. “Truly.”
>Stupefied, the ill-prepared aide slid out of her seat, clipboard in tow as she once again found her legs.
>A hair’s breadth from pushing the door open, she stopped herself, turning around after a moment of consideration.
>“Why now, Princess?” she asked carefully.
>Celestia ruminated for a short while, smile never once wavering.
“I ascribed it to whimsy, at first,” she began. “Youthful exuberance coming back with a vengeance, perhaps. But I find that far too shallow a descriptor.”
“All my life, a number of things have stayed my hoof. Fear, then duty, and eventually…”
>Her expression fell as a painful memory clawed at her heart.
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“So, from the periphery, I watched, living vicariously through my friends as they reared their own young. I even founded the orphanage so that ponies like myself - albeit with far more time on their hooves - wouldn’t be left longing for their hearts’ desire.
“Throughout the ages, that alone has been more than enough to fulfill me. But now, I hold a miracle in my hooves, one that looks upon me with a love that topples my heart entire, and though I’ve known him for only a night, I would do anything to ensure he grows up knowing the same affection.”
>Celestia locked eyes with Raven.
“I have no proper reasoning for you, Raven. Nothing that would stand firm against logical judgement, anyhow. I just… /know/.”
>Raven chuckled, her understanding a foregone conclusion.
>“Do you know what you’re gonna name him?”
>Celestia lifted her son up to her eye level, pretending to mull over what she had already pondered upon and decided centuries ago.
https://ponepaste.org/11902
some momlestia for the hungry. sunmare is best mare
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>checks the Ponepaste tags
>prologue
relieved
i'm so fucking hungry. as usual, your descriptive writing is peak, and your list of 'words I rarely see in other greens' increases every time I read something of yours. I read Evening Among the Stars a few months ago and really liked that one too.
with the backstory you've given Celestia, and factoring in the time of her life when this green prologue is set, it's easy to see why she'd fall for the as-of-yet-unnamed (unless you check the tags) baby. Raven is fun. I like that she clearly wanted to address the elephant in the room, but didn't do so until Celestia gave her permission to speak freely. i'm ready for all sorts of kid Anon x momlestia shenanigans and feels. can't wait for Luna to freak when she eventually meets seventeen year old Anon.unless something tragic happens to him first...
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they are, she loves them
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>>43233859
glad you liked it! i live and die by my thesaurus, but i try not to overdo it most times.
this is absolutely /aie/, butCelestia has her own terribly cliche ideas for what to name her son. i tried to keep how Celestia would speak and carry herself as accurate to the show as possible, so i'm really happy that shone through. more soon!
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>>43237423
the hell she'll do? sit on me?
please anything but that!
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>>43239285
>Celestia: Mmm.. that was a lovely sleep.. hmm. Odd, I could have sworn Twilight fell asleep next to me last night?
>Celestia: *looks up and sees a still sleeping Twilight slowly circling the artificial sun on the roof* Me damn it.. that's the third time this week
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>>43240782
Referring to >>43218604.
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So I have a very basic idea for a Daybreaker fic
>Everyone assumes that Celestia's potential 'Nightmare' self would be filled with anger and jealousy like Luna's was
>It actually represents her fear of loss, her self hatred over failing her loved ones and a sprinkle of frantic overprotectiveness
>She goes Daybreaker after a particularly shitty day and locks herself in her room
>Luna tries and fails to 'save' her and gets wrapped in a blanket and pulled into the bed by Daybreaker
>Cadence tries next and suffers a similar fate
>Twilight is informed of what is happening and goes to help, but not before telling Sunset Shimmer and gives her a deadline to assume the 'worst if she hasn't heard back by then
>She gets grabbed too
>Sunset ends up coming through the portal after Twilight missed the deadline she gave and begrudgingly makes her way to the castle
>Sees Daybreaker
>Rolls her eyes and walks up to the bed and plops down next to her much to the chagrin of the others
>Sunset tells them this is the third time she's seen this and says to just ride it out before falling asleep pressed up against Daybreaker's side
A very basic, very rough idea. Feel free to add to it.
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>>43241088
>Celestia is on one of her peaceful, evening flights
>decides to flyover Ponyville then head back to Canterlot to finish the day
>sees Twilight wearing a huge feathered, headdress with you tied to a stone table, on a large ziggurat with dozens of other ponies cheering on
>lands before Twilight can carve a hole in your chest cavity
>"Twilight if you read the ancient manuscripts you would know we only sacrifice prisoners of war not the innocent. Let Anon go..."
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>>43233589
Added to the archive, my apologies for my absence. https://ponepaste.org/4028
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>>43241509
>impregnating celly
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>>43249284
her liking it rough makes my pp hard
>>43249477
it tastes like horse butt
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>>43249284
>Celestia: C-come on anon.. ch-choke me harder~ I've b-been a b-ba-bad f-filly~
>Luna, who foolishly thought Celestia was having a nightmare: *Screaming into the void because she can't get out of the dream*
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>>43250381
only one cake, pic for reference
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>>43253670
Because contrary to what everyone believes their “corrupted” forms are their true forms. And under their true guise the alicorns are voracious predators. Celestia would in all likelihood see you as prey.
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>>43254104
That sounds kinda hot.
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>>43254628
>tfw Celestia unintentionally creates myths of some undiscovered equine species because some ponies misidentified her own tracks as belonging to a cryptid.
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>>43254401
Like this https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mares_of_Diomedes
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>>43255602
>Bighoof legends start circulating
>Initially tries to make statement
>Day before she does, new 'photo evidence' surfaces
>It's her after a particularly bad cake binge, covered in dirt, cake and mud
>On second thought, let them believe in cryptids.
On that note, Mothmare was Luna after a six day gaming bender with no sleep
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>>43255919
>Celestia is Bighoof
>Luna is the Mothmare
>Philomena is ???
>Tiberius is the chupacabra because that's the rough sound the spooked guard made when he saw the hungry thing loose in the gardens at night
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>>43255919
Celestia eventually learns to have fun with the whole thing, and occasionally leaves Canterlot secretly to go deliberately leave “Bighoof” trails near wilderness areas often frequented by ponies, where they’ll inevitably be discovered and sensationalized. It becomes a way for her to turn something that might have become a media circus around her otherwise into something to promote greater tourism in the more rural parts of Equestria.
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>>43255839
she shouldn't, its perfect
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>>43256080
>tourism in the more rural parts of Equestria
Grim. Rural areas mostly produce things like food and raw materials. Cities produce products.
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Does anyone have any recommendations for fics where Celestia uses earth pony magic (the “cultivating/controlling plant-life” interpretation) throughout the narrative? I’ve read Exchange where there’s several notable scenes where she does so and Dark Country where it’s the central focus, but I’m curious to see if there’s more.
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>>43256317
the pony equivalent of nessie
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>>43257579
Surprised thats never depicted in the show. Could've just even been one little scene of Celestia tapping her hoof on some patch of soil in a farm thats not yielding crops, and suddenly you see crops and even flowers spring from the ground.
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>>43256317
>Sirengead was actually a very, VERY drunk Celestia with a lampshade on her head, singing a Alicorn folk tune in the Royal Canterlot voice.
>The Dover Demon was a younger Twilight who got into Celestia's 'special' cake stash and had somehow wound up in Maresachusetts
>The Leeds Devil was a very, VERY pissed of Cadence
>Goatman was just a Satyr diplomat
>Ogopogo was Celestia... again. Don't ask.
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She's just scratching her ear. Horses sometimes do it.
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>>43256957
Her rear end looks jank as fuck.
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>>43259425
>Twilight: But Princess, everypony is racist!
>Celestia: Then just say everyone like we did a thousand years ago.
>Twilight: But Princess, that's racist to Changelings because they are a hivemind.
>Celestia: By the Sun, Twilight I will beat you with my shoe!
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>>43259417
twilight did WHAT?!
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>>43248422
Pony Quarantine just took requests over in his Patreon. I love a good Celly belly pun, and I hope you do too.
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>Twilight: I changed it to be more inclusive *Smiles brightly*
>Celestia starts violently shaking Twilight
>Celestia: TWILIGHT! TWILIGHT WHY? I HAD A BET WITH ANON, TWILIGHT! IF IT WENT FOR ANOTHER FIVE YEARS HE WAS GONNA MARRY ME AND KNOCK ME UP! NOW HE GETS WHAT HE WANTS! ALL HE WANTS IS ANAL, TWILIGHT! ANAAAAAAAAL!!
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>>43263141
Man... They never could make up their mind how Canterlot looked.
>Some episodes it's literally just the castle built into the mountain
>Some episodes have a small town on a lower cliff
>Some have a weird city/village hybrid surrounding the castle
>The only constant is the baby shit green road
Seriously, for the seat of royalty and 'high society' it always kinda looks like crap.
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>>43264522
Because the show has terrible worldbuilding. FIM would be like tolkien describing the different kinds of elves and then a paragraph later, he decides to throw in another kind of elf thats blue, walks on water and speaks in ancient sumerian, that lives in a city reminiscent of las vegas.
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>>43235709
she loves to do that
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>>43267140
Yes we should bake more, man.
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>>43267468
why would she share? luna can just order the staff to bake her some cakes
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>>43268135
But they're right there!
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>>43268143
but they are hers! luna can get her own
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>>43268449
Big sisters are supposed to share! Otherwise, she's not a good big sister!
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>>43268457
they also let their little sisters handle things by themselves.
letting luna do something as simple as ordering her own cakes means that celestia is acting like a good big sister!
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>>43268771
But the cakes are right theeerrreee! She doesn't have to order when Celestia could just share!
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>>43268790
but they are hers! it's rude to expect someone to just share what they ordered when the other pony can easily ask for their own cakes.
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>>43270964
but she is besides it could be worse (or better)
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>>43271134
Those are some big ass bitches
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>>43277044
This but unironically
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>>43277044
>tfw you make it so the sun affects anon more than everypony else
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>>43277044
just for that next year is going to be worse
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>>43277585
What the hell. Why would you do this to me, Celestia?
It's so hot that I have to take my shirt off now, even though I can't pull it off of me because it's clinging to my sweaty skin. It's hot enough to make us all start sweating molasses. Someone get me a spatula, I gotta peel this shirt off of my back.
This is all your fault, Celestia. Damn you! Damn you all to hell. Why would you do this to us?
Why, Princess Celestia? Why?
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just wait a while, you'll see what I mean
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>Celestia asked Anon out on a date
>Anon said no because he's busy
>Celestia didn't like that
>Celestia proceeded to spend the next week devising a plan to win anon's heart
>She has not slept a wink
>She is subsisting on energy drinks and possibly cocaine
>Luna finally had enough and went to Celestia's room to make her sleep
>Celestia was not in her room
>Anon now stares a sleep deprived, hopped up on an ungodly amount of energy drinks Celestia who will not take no for an answer
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