/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

Feel free to discuss your plans for the story you intend to write here.

Spoilers doesn't matter, what matters is that the story happens.

I for examp+le is thinking of writing a fantasy story based in the dnd universe, with my own tweeks to the lore when I feel like it. This is because I don't feel ready yet to make stories with the worldbuilding and magic systems that *i have created because I don't think I would do them justice right now so, I stealing someone else's setting to write my story in.

Two young men: One, a vampire in disguise; another, a wizard trained in magic by a Silver dragon set out on an adventure together to vanquish evil.

Here's how it starts.

The light brown haired man with greys and wrinkles over his face put on the dark green cloak's hood. He smiled through his mustach and beard at the silver dragon.

The huge beast took up most of the space in the area of the cave they were in.

The dragon's mouth was opened and smiling. His eyes were wide as one of his claws held up a golden chain and in turn, a golden watch.

The man looked pleased.

”Heh he,” the man chuckledamd the dragon turned its head towards him. ”I take it, you like it?”

The dragon, speechless, looked at him for a while before he move one of his claws, it was a long as a pole and sharp like a sword, to scratch his neck.

”...Yes. In fact, in my long life, this most be the greatest gift I have ever been given...” the dragon said and almost looked teary-eyed for a second before smiled again.

The man smiled and blushed slightly.

”Well, Tyspiotop-” The man saluted the dragon. ”Till next time, my friend.”

”Yes,” the dragon said and began to waggle one of his fingers. ”But next time I'll be the one to visit you.”

The man smiled and shock his head.

”Don't worry about that.” He waved a hand dismissively. ”If you forget, I'll come instead. Point is that we'll meet each other again. That's what matters.”

The dragon nodded and gave him a look a determination. He put up a finger in the air.

”Yes, I agree. That is true but this time it'll be different and that's a promise.”

The man looked like he was about to argue but when he meet the determine look of the dragon he stopped and just smiled.

”Okay then. I'll look forward to it.” Then he turned and walked out of the cave and onto a snow covered path along the mountain wall. ”Bye.” He waved at the dragon and looked behind him.

”Ahh, yes. Goodbye!” the dragon called after the man.

>>286028
Fuck NaNoWriMo, their forum banned me for calling Antifa a terrorist organization.

>>286042
the NaNoWriMo idea is alright but its official forum is pozzed

I'm torn between a couple of ideas here. I've got a post-apocalyptic high fantasy mommy issues story that'd be in the same huge autistic multiverse as the skeleton story I did last year. But I've also got a prehistoric high scifi action comedy that channels my autism for Germanic mythology and which I've already written the first two or three chapters for.

I'm playing around with idea of a story about Reinhard Heydrich's reincarnation in post-S9 Equestria. He then joins Neighsay and his resistance against the anti-pony regime of the impostor queen Twilight. But the amount of work scares me. So it would likely remain just an idea.

>>286052
You mean https://joke-battles.fandom.com/wiki/Breinhard_Bheydrich

>>286056
No, I mean actual Heydrich

shit son I'm in

>>286044
>the NaNoWriMo idea is alright but its official forum is pozzed
This is true. I tried to start an /mlpol/ group there last year. They seemed to ignore it because I don't think they knew what it was, but most of the other groups in there were as left-wing as everything else on the normienet. I don't recommend using their forums for discussion, this thread will work just fine.

>>286067
> I tried to start an /mlpol/ group there last year.
Wasn't that like the year before?

> I've got a post-apocalyptic high fantasy mommy issues story that'd be in the same huge autistic multiverse as the skeleton story
I liked what I read about skeletonman last year so I would be pro this but you should make the decision yourself.

Can you post a list of pros and cons or something on them? I mean like, reasons for why you want to do this story or reasons for not doing that story.

>>286052
Can you tell us some more about your story?

>>286066
yeaa nigguha

>>286044
True

My story will have two mcs, the young men I was refering to before. The vampire one was enslaved and used as part of the vampires blood bank. I took this idea from Seraph of the End but my story will be very different and I won't completely fail to capitalize one what makes this intresting, or at least I will try not to fail.

There will also be a golddragon support character. These dragons will be polymorthed into old wizards. They are kind of like Saruman and Gandalf in these lands and so is their relationship.

>>286052
>impostor queen Twilight
Is Twilight a changeling and the real Twilight locked away in a dungeon or do you mean that she in this universe doesn't deserve to be called queen?

I have thought about writing a green, either about Leslie Fair or Cozy Glow, but I've continually put it off. Maybe this will inspire me to produce something at last.

Why not both?
>Starlight Glimmer clinged to the edge of the cliff with her forehooves
>Her eyes were wide and looked pleadingly at the pink pegasus filly with teal curls in her mane
>The pink filly held onto Starlight's equally pink hooves
"Pleeeease, Cozy. Stop this, you're just making things worse for yourself. I know what's like but just like me you can change. for the better," Starlight said
>Cozy leaned in to Starlight's ear
"Long livethe glim-" Cozy Glow said but was interupted
"Cosy, what I say abot killing ponies. You're violating their NAP," said a yellow earthpony mare with a yellow and black mane
>Then yellw mare met the eyes of Starlight
>She walked up, shoved Cosy to the side, and then bucked Starlight offthe cliff

>>286084
Kek, I like it. I think I'll keep their stories separate. At least, their first stories.

>>286086
Mm-mm, which character do you think you would begn within that case? What makes you intrestedin writing about these characters?

>>286091
>which character do you think you would begn with
I don't know which I'd begin with. I go back and forth, and will probably just choose based on who I feel like writing about first when I sit down and decide to write something.
>What makes you intrestedin writing about these characters?
In Cozy's case, I'm really bothered about the wasted potential with her character; a prodigious filly who recognized the power of friendship, but had a jarringly cynical view of it in contrast with how the world was portrayed, and nearly conquered Equestria despite lacking any special powers. If she was handled well, there was a lot the writers could have done with her, but they didn't put any thought into her. They tell us almost nothing about her, (which on the positive side gave a lot of creative freedom) and it bugged me how the protagonists made no effort to reach out to her even though they did for villains who were as evil and posed a greater threat (I know some rationales are given but I find them weak). So I want to write something where I can explore her character, and why she became a villain, and hopefully point out why how the protagonists dealt with her poorly.
As for Leslie, it's more straightforward. My political outlook could be pretty accurately described as in line with ancap, though I don't really use the word anymore because it's used by people who don't give a fuck about identity and think the NAP is literally the only thing that matters, which I strongly disagree with. I like her, and I don't associate that bullshit with her. I've actually made a lot of the art of her that's been posted here. Aryanne has some nice greens, and I'd like to write one for Leslie too, and give some depth to her character. Hopefully it could inspire other drawfags and writefags here to make more content of her, which I always welcome.

>>286098
>In Cozy's case, I'm really bothered about the wasted potential with her character
I actaully feel the same way about her.
So are you thinking about writing a revenge story about her, a origin story, or a redemption story or something else? What kind of story have you imagined about her and in when in the canon is it played out?
>As for Leslie, it's more straightforward. My political outlook could be pretty accurately described as in line with ancap
Cool. Mine isn't but that's A-okay.
So what kind of story have you imagined for her? I assume the story will be political and be about demonstrating the superiority of ancap beliefs. Or is it a character drama that explains why she became ancap? "Mein NAP," perhaps?
Maybe she gets together with Starlight Glimmer but they don't knowabout each others åpolitical opinions yet and then they find out and they have a big fight.
>Your visioned blurred by your tears and you coldn't see the pink unicorn anymore
"You.. Been a commie this whole time? But we even took a chopper ride together. Starlight, tel me it ain't so," you wail
>Starlight looks at the floor in silence
"What about you then..." she says finally. "After all the roads we have walked on, YOU WANT THEM DESTORYED!!111"
"NO! YOU THEIF!! OF COURSE I DON'T!!!"
>She gasps as if stabbed
"What did you call me?"
>You looked down at the floor
"Thief." It pains you to continue. "Because that's what you are."

Or maybe something more like these two have debates with ech other aout what is right and wrong? Maybe you could show what happens to a society that doesn't follow the ideas of ancap or maybe you could write a story about a one taht does and show the negative resp. potitive consequnces of it.
What do you have imagined?

>>286078
>Can you tell us some more about your story?
So far it's just a concept. It's exactly as it says -- Heydrich goes to Equestria and meets Neighsay who runs a resistance.
>>286081
Remember that the story is seemengly told through her perspective when the book opens and closes. She is an unreliable narrator. The story of her ascending to the throne in S9 (and most of post S5 MLP 2bh) is too bullshit to ever believe. She must've done something to the Royal Sisters, seal or even banish them to be able to fuck up the country.

>>286105
Its kinda of intresting. I had a story idea once about Hitler ending up in Equestria after his suicide. In it Hitler was depressed and filled with self-hatred due to regrets over the outcome of the war. He lived as a lonesome hman painter in a remote Equestrian bay near a more trpoical area as a painter. But poners remaind him of one of his own sayings, "The fighter fights andthe worker works, more can nobody demand," and due to this he raises to the occasion and decides to lead again and to lead the poners in the bay out of their predicament with pirates.
Maybe your story is similar? What do you think will motivate Heydrich to help Neighdsay? I assume he draws parallells between his world and this world or does he simple see that poners are good and honoray aryans and therefore its the right thing to help them?

>Remember that the story is seemengly told through her perspective when the book opens and closes. She is an unreliable narrator.
That iws actually a very cool touch. I hadn't thought about that.

>>286098
>In Cozy's case, I'm really bothered about the wasted potential with her character; a prodigious filly who recognized the power of friendship, but had a jarringly cynical view of it in contrast with how the world was portrayed, and nearly conquered Equestria despite lacking any special powers.
Imagine the friendship capitalist duo. An unlikely team that could work really well.
Cozy with PR, plans, and pony resources. Leslie with a plan, philosophy, and capital resources. To gather investment, while cozy gets the labor, and then it's just getting the initial bits required.
Leslie has big picture and micro plans that can be practically implanted. Cozy can pull success after success in a shifting landscape.
Then it could be a mentor, student or mother, daughter relationship.
They could make a for profit friendship school competitor.

>>286098
You know what, you've inspired me to make an eggonomics story. I don't know what, or how, or any details, but the idea is really sticking to me now.

>>286109
>eggonomics
Eggs + (((Economics)))
I wonder who you are?;P

>When you can't find the crypto griffin meme

>>286104
>So are you thinking about writing a revenge story about her, a origin story, or a redemption story or something else?
Well, it would definitely be at least partially an origin story, and I'd probably also try to give her some reformation by the end. I don't have much of an idea for what the actual story would be, but I have given some thought to a background.
My basic idea is that she was troubled emotionally from the start and got mad easily, and rather than help her ponies just told her that it was bad to be angry, so she just learned to hide her feelings rather than fix them, which led her to stop being honest as she learned that hiding things worked better. After seeing how princesses would befriend powerful evil villains, while she'd just be yelled at when she did anything bad, she came to the conclusion that friendship is just something the princesses use to keep themselves in power, and that everything else they say about it is propaganda.
>So what kind of story have you imagined for her? I assume the story will be political and be about demonstrating the superiority of ancap beliefs.
Kind of. I wouldn't want to make it a story where it's just a rant about how ancap is the best, because it will just bore people who don't agree or don't care, and people who do agree or care would rather just read a normal article about it than one forced into a pony story. A while ago, you might remember, Nigel made his debut here promoting a story where his OC had a debate with Glimmy about communism, and even people who agreed with him about communism thought it was stupid. I'd probably have her make a few off-hoof comments about how the Princess is trying to rob her of her hard-earned bits or those Glimmer-loving weirdos are out to ruin her business, but anything more would have to make sense in the context of the plot. I'm thinking about having the plot be about Leslie fighting a conspiracy by some other businessponies to use the government to drive her out of business. It's less cliche than "Leslie fights the commies," although that doesn't mean I won't write a story like that too one day. I'm also thinking it could deal with the individualist aspect of ancap, which is something I view more skeptically than a lot of ancaps. I think I'd start off with Leslie trying to be independent of others never fit in with a group, an gradually learning that you can be part of a group and not give up on being an individual too. So not really attacking the idea of individualism, but offering a more nuanced perspective on when it's appropriate.
>Maybe she gets together with Starlight Glimmer but they don't knowabout each others åpolitical opinions yet and then they find out and they have a big fight.
That could be funny. Or maybe they start off fighting but then get bored and decide to truce and play video games or something.
>>286108
I love the sound of that.
>>286109
>You know what, you've inspired me to make an eggonomics story. I don't know what, or how, or any details, but the idea is really sticking to me now.
The vidya Recettear is a good place to start. You play as a cute animu girl running an item shop. It's actually pretty similar in terms of mood to FiM, with its fantasy setting and lighthearted mood.

>>286078
>Wasn't that like the year before?
Might have been. They're starting to run together at this point in my life.

On the side note, does anyone knows a decent book about Heydrich? I'm afraid my understanding of his personality may be too shallow to convincingly portray his motivation.

>>286078
>>286079
>Can you post a list of pros and cons or something on them? I mean like, reasons for why you want to do this story or reasons for not doing that story.
Sure man. I'd be glad for advice.

Reasons to do the fantasy story:
>it's a pivotal part of my big autistic passion project and I'm eager to see it come to life

Reasons not to do the fantasy story:
>it's a pivotal part of my big autistic passion project and I'm paranoid that I'm not good enough to bring it to life properly
>would like to use the challenge to write an actual novel length story and I'm not sure if there's enough to this story to do that

Reasons to do the scifi story:
>not as attached to the concept so not as paranoid about failure
>story seems likely to span 50,000 words or more
>already started writing it

Reasons not to do the scifi story:
>feel kind of weak with purely "genre"-style writing like this would be

>>286111
>My basic idea is that she was troubled emotionally from the start and...
I like this character arc. If given enough meat, this could become something good I think.
So like would you have Twilight or Starlight be the support charcters? Is the plot like this:
>Golly's childhood
>Golly is set free like Discord from his stone prison to be redeemed by whomever pony
?
>st bore people who don't agree or don't care, and people who do agree or care would rather just read a normal article about it
Seems about right. Even when I agree with the character's speech, I find soapboxing to be somewhat annoying so this seems to be about right.
> A while ago, you might remember, Nigel made his debut here promoting a story where his OC had a debate with Glimmy about communism
Yeah, a real while ago. Yes, I was there in the thread!!!111
> the plot be about Leslie fighting a conspiracy by some other businessponies to use the government to drive her out of business
Like Flim Flam?
Sounds good. So how do they do this. Do they have contact inside of the cgoverment or are they bribing them, or made a deal with some politican. Is the idea that a new law is gonna sanction them but not their rival company, Lesie? Or is their conspiracy shaped in a different way?
>The vidya Recettear
"....when I wanna relive my ancetory." -Sseth

>>286112
I'm pretty sure. Last year, I was the OP was well but you were that the year before.
Btw, have you any ideas on what kind of story you will be writing yet?

>>286115
Sorry, I don't.
Perhaps, just write based on what you know and then correct your story based on the input you gain from others. I mean, you really don't have to feel like you misrepresent him that much since, well he already has been by historians of today and since you are a writing one a horse forum.
Could his role be filled by a fictional national socialist chaacter from the same period? Like a german soildier but still loyal and a believer of the ideology.

>>286143
>>it's a pivotal part of my big autistic passion project and I'm paranoid that I'm not good enough to bring it to life properly
That's basically the same reason I have for writing what I'm currently writing in this thread. I can respect that.
Though, in my experince perfectionism is bad for the creative process. Trying to do something and fail is better than not trying at all because if you fail you can revision and improve it while failing to produce doesn't lead to anything.

But I would vote for the second story, even though I enjoyed your skeleton story last year. Too bad I had to reinstall stuff on my computer and stuff so I lost it but yeah. Remember you posteda funny vid of a skeleton driving a car at night while he had Shrek dancing in the passenger seat. Good times, really funny inthat autistic, "What even is this?" sense.

So plotwise, how does this sci-fi story go. You said:
>I've already written the first two or three chapters for.
So what happens in chapter four? Where do you want your story to go?

I myself is thinking about taking my story in a darker tone. I'm thinking "spoilers" that the vampire mc should strggle against his new nature until he finally accepts it in the end of the story were upon he and the other mc fights to the death. "You were my brother Anakin!

>>286032

As the man disappeared ouf of sight, the dragon return his alligator snout to the watch. It had several rings that centered around the middle but on different radius from it. Several hands with different lengths to point at different cricle arcs.

The dragon smiled at the clock in his claw as he curled up on a horde of gem in multiple colors. Soon enough, he fell asleep.

For the next few months the dragon spent on flying around on his mountain range, chasing way a white dragon who had happened to entered his territory, eating gems, taking week long naps, and admire his treasure horde.

One day he woke up and the first thing he did was to shuffle about in place. He extended his wings and streatched his back like a cat. A popping and cracking sound came his back as he did this.

After all this stretching, his blinking eyes looked over to the cave opening. Snow was faling down hard outside.

He went back to sleep and he really tried to cozy up to his horde of gems. He cracked a gem inside his mouth and chewed on the shards while his tail swished back and forth.

His eyes peer over to the golden watch, now hung on the wall from a makeshift hook.

Got interupted. Intend to write more today.

>>286165

His half-lidded eyes watched the watch for a while before they became wide. He turned his head towards the cave exit.

He nodded to himself a few times and got out up from the pile of gems and other valuebles like gold coins, jewels, and decorated artifects. He moved up to the watch.

The watch he had been given was special. It was both magical and did not only display time but also the date, year, and century. Tyspiotop had memories the clock's hands that showed which century and year it was when he first had gotten it from his friend.

He hadn't really looked at it for a while now so... There was something off about it. In fact, he could have sworn that he memorized the century hand to be one step up counter-clockwise when he first got it.

No, that's ridiculous. No. No. Hehe, so much for my great dragon memory. Aye, Igrildor? Heh, he thought to himself, forced a grin on his lips but looked with a bit of worry in his eyes towards the cave entrence. But it's probably been a while now so I should go and check on him.

He nodded furiously to himself. [i]He wll probably enjoy that.

>>286161
>But I would vote for the second story, even though I enjoyed your skeleton story last year.
Yeah, I was leaning towards it too.
>Remember you posteda funny vid of a skeleton driving a car at night while he had Shrek dancing in the passenger seat.
It's definitely one of the best skeleton webms in my folder.
>So plotwise, how does this sci-fi story go.
It's what happens when you read all the Conan stories and a fuckton of Teutonic poetry while also watching Lexx season 4. A prehistoric Hyperborean warrior gets drunk one night and accidentally conquers the Gauls. The clusterfuck thus set in motion eventually triggers the cataclysmic sinking of Atlantis. It's sort of an alternate history deal wherein there was some fairly high tech about 10,000 years ago.
>So what happens in chapter four? Where do you want your story to go?
Atlantis has just declared that the mc and his friends are terrorists and dispatched a force to take them out. In order to survive, the mc is going to have to dig himself even deeper into this shitfest.

>I myself is thinking about taking my story in a darker tone.
Whoah, I honestly couldn't tell this was supposed to be dark. I thought you were going for some kind of fantasy-themed slice-of-life. Story seems pretty comfy and light so far. I mean you don't necessarily have to dive straight into some kind of edgefest, but I think your story should have some kind of hook soon to get the readers invested. So far there's a dude who's friends with a dragon, and they have a friendly conversation wherein the dragon receives a watch, and then the dragon retreats to his comfy cave to appreciate the nice watch and take a nap.
That said, it does seem like you're going to cast the hook pretty soon, based on that implication that the dragon just overslept a couple of centuries and expects his friend to still be alive. So you're probably fine in that regard.
>vampire mc
Well shit I couldn't tell that either. Is he still human at this point or is there something I missed? Or maybe this is just how he's still alive after the dragon's long nap. I'm interested to see what happens.

>>286177
>vid
Yeah, thanks. Saved!
It's funny but at the same time. I wierdly connects with me. Idk. It's triumphant and emphasizes the accomplishments of the skeleton mc but at the same time he remains alone in the begin and the end. Shrek seems more a liek a tulpa to me.
Yeah, I'm projecting pretty hard here but. Yeah, this lone warrior that succeeds against all odds yet remain lonely. Idk, Its sort of great, triumphant, funny, but bittersweet.
I especially like the part at the end were the skeleton's eyes seem filled with either regret or dredd but then he puts up his sunglasses.

>Teutonic
>Hyperborean warrior
>Gauls
Man, I feel like such a fool. I only know teutonic due to watching vids with age of empires games. History truly is my worst subject.
But sounds chaotic alright but really great. I'm kinda excited actually. So is Atlantis the greatest country on earth at the time the story plays out or have I misunderstood something?

> Or maybe this is just how he's still alive after the dragon's long nap
That would be an intresting take that I hadn't thought about but no. The two mcs have not shown up in the story yet.
The story will progress from here to introduce them both. The dragon "spoilers" Is gonna find out that his friend died long ago but that his grandchild lives in the village. Through both guilt and a will to wanna relive the fun times with his riends through his grandson, he seeks to mentor the child in cleric and/or wizard magic. This is an opportunity that the child can't pass up so he becomes the dragon's apprentice. Next up, we shift focus to the vampire mc who is just a regular human when we meet him but becomes a vampire due to the vampires being impressed by an escape attempt he does or something.

>>286180
>It's funny but at the same time. I wierdly connects with me. Idk. It's triumphant and emphasizes the accomplishments of the skeleton mc but at the same time he remains alone in the begin and the end.
That's more or less why announced Skeleton Man with it, because it strikes me in very much the same way, which of course means it fits the feeling of the character's overall arc throughout the multiverse narrative.

>Man, I feel like such a fool. I only know teutonic due to watching vids with age of empires games. History truly is my worst subject.
Perfect. That means I can blatantly rip off as much as I want and you won't notice :^)

>So is Atlantis the greatest country on earth at the time the story plays out or have I misunderstood something?
Yeah. The geopolitical situation is vaguely a parody of modern times, with Atlantis doing America's world police schtick.

>The dragon "spoilers"
Huh. Interested to see how those two stories could intersect.

>>286161
Leslie guy from before here, if my ID is different it's because of my VPN
>So like would you have Twilight or Starlight be the support charcters? Is the plot like this:
I haven't decided yet. I was considering incorporating Flurry into it and having her be the one to help reform Cozy. I am pretty sure other writefags have done that, but that doesn't mean there isn't room to experiment with the idea.
>Like Flim Flam?
>Sounds good. So how do they do this.
I probably won't use many canon characters for the story. I'm actually thinking about setting it a while after the events of the show, or maybe not. The actual form of the conspiracy and how Leslie thwarts it aren't things I've totally settled on a solid idea yet either, I might start by building up the setting and characters for the story and see where I go from there.

The idea for the write month is coming along.

Also something to consider. Erotica does sell fairly well, especially with false hype.
https://youtu.be/-3u2xpZF2h4

>>286196
> it fits the feeling of the character's overall arc
I really wanna read this story when its done.
>and you won't notice :^)
Very true.
>with Atlantis doing America's world police schtick.
Cool, that is actually interesting. Both as a form of social commentary but also as a form of fantasy. Like, who will Atlantis be different to America in being the world police. And just teh expression world police sounds like it has a lot of naunces to it. Since police are often regarded to keep order but world police seems to indicate that Atlantis stick their nose into other's buisness where it doesn't belong.
>Interested to see how those two stories could intersect.
"Spoilers" I'll either have them meet over and over again as enemies. Like Princes Zuku and Ang or something, from what I remember I never finished the series. Or I'll have them unwillingly or willingly work together to fix something. Or maybe a bit of both. Not sure yet.

>>286202
> incorporating Flurry into it and having her be the one to help reform Cozy
That's intresting.
> I am pretty sure other writefags have done that
Maybe but it is stilll very new to me. I like it. I imagine Flurry having heard of her aunt's great deeds and even knows Discord and Starlight personally, might wanna try to reform somepony as well. Regardless, I hadn't even thought of her as a possible candidate for it so yeah, intresting.
>I probably won't use many canon characters for the story. Etc.
That's all good.
> I might start by building up the setting and characters for the story and see where I go from there.
Mm-hm, so your gonna set up who the Character Leslie is? Sounds good. Does she own her own company or is she employed in a company? I got the impression that she own her own buisness.

>>286229
>The idea for the write month is coming along.
Glad to hear it. What is it?
> Erotica does sell fairly well,
Well, I guess. If you do that you might have more confdence thatn I have since I don't think appealing to sellsfigures would work for me since I don't feel competent enough to sell what I write here during this event. Then again considering what is being sold in Swedish bookstores:
>Homosexual werewolves hunting down nazis
Perhaps I shouldn't feel inferior to "real" authors.
Eh, what I mean to say is that I think you should write what you feel like rather than looking at what sells. If you wanna write erotica, then do that.

>>286246
>Does she own her own company or is she employed in a company? I got the impression that she own her own buisness.
I'm going to have her as a self-made mare, a merchant or businessmare who made her way to success from humble beginnings through her talent. Other rich ponies will see her as an outsider for not coming from a wealthy background, loudly expressing her unconventional political views, and for her introverted behavior. She won't mind because she doesn't care about their approval.

>>286246
Have a poner frien.
>Perhaps I shouldn't feel inferior to "real" authors.
You shouldn't. Maybe humbleness at times, but there is a very real point in which you understand yourself and skills. To accomplish to the degree you know your capable of, and a little further.
>>Homosexual werewolves hunting down nazis
I didn't expect that. I should have, but I didn't.
The video is that marketing works alot. Depending on audience what they are looking for is different. Not necessarily the core idea I'm thinking of...

>Idea
Something with solid use of creating structures to generate a better world, also recieving compensation (which can be a whole lot of weird stuff).
I'm torn between mlp and creating a new world.
Maybe, I should write about the occult/psychology and detail a 'real' fictional adventure.

>>286250
Dale Gribble's voice acting body double to keep them from getting him, hopefully these provide comfort in these times. King of the Hill.
https://youtu.be/PLXAamjCRcY

https://youtu.be/f2ljH7FplFQ

A Bit of Soul.

"You crazy stallion! Get out of my house you salt licked landwhale."
Where was- was I, what is going on, and why does my body feel all fucked up. Loose pieces of Damocles' debris hangs above me. A hole in the roof and popcorn ceiling shines a radiant beam. Far above.
A deep grutal rumbling comes from above me just above the floor.
Ah
"Sorry, I... I don't know what happened."
I think I tried to say that. Maybe it wasn't me.
"Stop yakin, and git."
Turning around I see tiny blueish hooves infront of me, unmoving. Looking even futher across slapdash wood flooring is a large almost animated looking ponies in the flesh. One mare stumbling with yellow wings bent and a white powder dripping from her muzzle, looking daze. Maybe a hint of gold, but the pony closest to me absorbs my attention.
"You will go to the hospital. If anything happens to my son I swear upon all my ancestors, I will find you, and you will pay."
A stallion soft and a bit pudgy, red mane, and toxic violet coat quickly yet calmly pushes her out of the minishack. With magic and with sheer mass. Something clicks, and the mare speeds off.
He hurries over to me and says childish things about how everything is going to be okay.
Blood is running down the coat of cyan. That's the name of it. Sigh-Annn.
"My fur is just like yours."
Well observed, good talking mouth.
That's my first memory of Equestria.

Audio recording plays: "-my son! That drugged up sick monster broke all his limbs! He'll never move again, and you say calm down!"
"What color was on her muzzle?"
"I've said ten times already." "For another record, just incase with those types."
Mild ambient static, perhaps a small 'fine' could be picked up.
"It was white with golden flakes as a hue of every color rose off of it, but the darker colors seeped into everything." "Everfeel, a localized reality drug. Continue."
"It took everything I had to push her out the door, magic too even then it was flickering."
"I said to Radiant, 'everything's going to be alright, you're going to make it.'"
That was the last message he spoke. Princess Celestia removed the griffon gang, and the storm land drug cartels violently. Because they got their hooves on a couple members that would squawk. Not before... well that's a bitter time.

Magically drugged fueled haze, a trance that seems from beyond this world, so we dreamed of man and pony. Ideas, thoughts, and things standing in command and by our side. On, and on.
Awake for moments seeing the violet stallion pony, a light blue mare that looks decrepit.
Again and again. Times using magic. Moving blocks. Barely awake times with Pa, and Ma. Forgotten memories as well.
A gentle tap wakes me up. Magenta eyes looking into my own deep ocean ones. He smiles, and I smile back. Small scars on the outside still visible, if you really look for them. Ma, the sickly blue mare whispers, "You've been accepted by the princess herself."
He picks up a crude picture of a school, and the Princess.
"Thank you."
Moving my forehooves to hug, I'm shocked with pain. The loss evident. With a fierce force of will no sound is made from my mistake.
Magically I press on and around his lower neck to imitate a hug. Then on hers.
"Magic kindergarten."
We- I said that once right? To learn magic and be an awesome magic person pony?
I think we like magic. Maybe even plans for the future. This is going to be great.
"We'll be right back with something to celebrate with."

"Snookems, did you feel how our son hugged us? It was too solid."
A nod, and a furrowing of eyebrows. The stallion lights his horn and tries to replicate what he felt. The thin frame of his wife rattles.
"Hmmm, like rope or branches."
The toxic violet male points to his scars.
"Claws, no, hands. A minotaur."
A curt nod, with worry glistening in his eyes.
"Once I go back to work I'll include a note for the princess with the acceptance letter."

The tedious hours being stuck in the hospital bed, and ensuring that nothing is going wrong. I could leave the humiliating sponge baths, cooing words, and invasive daily hygiene. I'm free of all that.
Rolling down the royal streets of Canterlot, pushed by ma, from the dingy shack to the extremely well to do materially. Eye catching colors and a kind of feeling, a magic, a place with long histories emanate. Everything feels heightened here.
Socializing, with fellow ponies and I have a school issued wheel chair. Not any regular wheel chair, a magically resistant one. For some reason the instruction manual claims the wheelchair can take '375 tons of force per square hoof'
I frown even more deeply. What the hell did I get myself into.
"I remember my first day of magic kindergarten. Cheer up Radiant I'm sure you'll make lots of friends. Why I still remember those life lessons."
The school looks to be part of a castle. An unsettling intuition looms over me. Ma easily opens the door with magic.
We came early so that ma could get to whatever her job is on time. Lacking students, the school takes a more eerie tone. As the clipping and clopping and the soft squeaks of the wheels echo.
"This is it." "Thanks ma." "Always my little stallion."
Heat, and sunshine personified blasted confusingly from behind the door. That's when Princess Celestia opened said door for us.
An office for all school related affairs. Calm colors, with helpful posters plastered all around. Curving yellow golden swirlish grass waves on the walls. A desk of excellent quality, and chairs that could take seven dozen barfights without a scratch. Nothing, nothing compares to the pony infront of us.
"Radiant, Mrs Set welcome I'm afraid we've given you the wrong letter."
Something younger seems deviated, but an older force of me smells a plot brewing.
She pulls one out from behind the desk.
Unfurls the scroll.
Then reads with a voice that resonates in my body. Her sheer power held back in perfect harmony.
"Radiant Scroll, by royal decree you have the option to become my personal student. What is your choice."
"YES! Yes! Yes!"

>>286029
I have a hard time deciding what to write tbh, so this time I'll let the cruel and unpredictable mob decide.
I pledge to write a novel about whatever crackpot idea a kind anon decides to reply to this with, first post to get dubs is the winner.

>>286886
If you feel a jolt of excitement or contentment write a little about what the thing(s).

>>286886
Magical sloths save the multiverse from an evil tomato.

>>286826
We didn't even hear everything! Just accepting stuff willy nilly is how bad things happen especially on higher planes.
My grin and the laughing tinkling of the mares say a different story.
"I'm so proud of you my son." "Thanks ma."
"So my new student. Shall we begin our first lesson."
My head is already nodding before I realize just what is going on.
"Before you go my little pony, the correct flower order is chrysanthemum, rose, then the usual for Tuesdays."
The skin and bone mother seems to regain a new vitality. "Chrysanthemums, Roses, and Tuesdays' usual right?"
"Precisely my loyal pony."
My means of locomotion and motherly love in the pony world leaves with a quick bow.
In turn the solar princess takes the wheelchair with her magic and we start to stroll. Walking side by side.
It's nice. Door after hallway into green grounds. She magics over a juice box, interestingly its a delicious pear flavor. The moment of companionable silence is given way so it doesn't become awkard.
"My little pony, what do you suppose I favor most from my ponies?"
Hunh, that's one deep question to ask a young however many year old.
"What I think you should favor most or what I think that you do favor most?"
A royal hmmm, tingles the spine. "Let's hear both."
It's delightful to hear her. I could lose myself in her voice for years. The glowing of her horn and the sunlight seem to resonate as well.
Brain.exe has stopped functioning please reboot, running off of presets.
"I think you favor virtues. Importantly those of harmony: Generosity, Honesty, Laughter, Loyalty, Kindness, and Friendship."
The strolling slows just slightly. She softly hems and haws.
"You've had a long time to see many ponies, and know what they could become. So you try to embody what it means for all Equestrians, all species, as an example."
The pace picks up just a smidge faster than usual, but it's a smooth transition. A hedge maze is just off in the distance. While the garden statues near.
"We're all so human, flawed. Yet it is within our very essence to grow greater, into our ideals the pinnacle of what we could be."
Her soft hmms, and subvocal encouragement eases more words out of me.
"I know you can't force change upon someone with an insurmountable will, but sometimes that's not necessary. A lot of percieved problems all boils down to communication. Everything else requires force, magical, psychological, economical, mundane, or any other category of force."
We enter the well trimmed maze a blissful shadow from the tall greenery takes some heat off. All I feel is the reassurance of Celestia. Hmmm.
"What were we talking about again?"
"Humans."
"Right people, people problems. When I was kid studying-"
"-and then Twilight goes and becomes an alicorn-"
"-time travel-" "-you probably know all this, but your previous student Shimmer-" "-I woke up feeling all sorts of weird-"

Waking up in the embrace of the Sun Princess curled in a hedge maze bench. My mind all fuzzy. She looks down, kindly. Levitating a juice box. Whispers a single word.
"Gotcha."
Memories about talking on and on click together.
"Oh." I dun fucked up. All my little secrets and hidden depths gone. Gotta keep my big mouth shut.
"Oh, indeed my little humane pony."
We sit snuggled. Mostly because worming my way out of her grip would be extremely painful. Plus big fluffy poner hugs is a pretty okay way to go out. The youthful body wants to panic, and be relaxed and it's turning my stomach.
"Everything is going to be okay, Radiant. This is a new leaf, so the past can rest in peace. I'm quite happy with the good tidings. Thank you for reassuring an old mare."
The sun seems to be past afternoon. A deep growl comes from us both. A late lunch.
"Say, princess what happened to all the princess governing work you do?"
Surprisingly she brings out a large basket full of food. This has been premeditated and a deliberate power play. She knew before hand, and had time to prepare. Who knows how deep her spy networks operate at.
"I have very close important ponies of mine that I trust with my life, and my little ponies lives. I'm sure you could figure out a few secrets of my own from your tales."
Lazily the full basket is on display.
"So Radiant what did you always want to do, but for some reason didn't go through with it."
Hmmm. Dozens of possibilities of why she told me that in the exact way she did. Wolves in my brain just lazing about. They arn't angry or crazy, just settled jimmies.
"I always wanted to try being an evil villian, but it never made a lot of sense to actually do that. It's counter productive in so many areas I really enjoy."
The taste of grape juice reminded me of greentexts, and of strawberry fields. Which is quite odd. Right?
I felt clear, but am I even thinking clearly? Wait she said tails.
"You's has a nice tail too princess."
It's the fluffiest...

"Radiant."
Everything is nice an cozy. I don't wanna get up.
"Mmmm, nooooo."
White, and warm. This isn't the bed. It's supposed be dotted.
"Radiant, you passed my tests."
"Tests?" "To become my student."
Oh. That explains everything. Time to head back to sleep. I'm sure the pony dream I'm having will continue. Better keep it going.
This isn't my bed.
"Mhmmm time to wake up my sleepy student, and face the day."
Then sun touches my unsuspecting eyelids. I turn around, and the old wounds burn wrecking any peaceful dozing.
"Fuck. Oh shit that wasn't a dream."
"I hear you've already had an education on curses."
My newst teacher, Sunbutt, Celestia is going to pay. She will reap what she has sown!
"Mwa-haha! Mwhaha-haha!" Briefly a memory comes from an evil kid scientist. I should look into better evil laughs.
"Oh my, Doctor Radiant we have alot to cover especially theatrics."
"Huh?"
"We're going to forge you into the best super villian the world has ever known."
Those words cemented what would ensue.

>>286167
<Even though I'm tired right now I got to do it this time.

Tyspiotop stretched his wings as rand towards the cave exit,ready to fly when his eyes caught a sparkling pile of gems. He stopped.

Well, what's the hurry? I'm sure that I most have remembered wrong otherwise Igrildor would be... The dragon shook his head. No, my memory is definitly off.

He crept up to the pile and picked out an emerald to eat from the pile. A he was about to crunch down on the emerald, he stopped himself. He looked at the emerald, at the other emeralds in the pile, and at the other type of gems in his pile like rubies.

He wondered suddenly how many he had of each type so he began to sort them into different pile dependent on color.

>This scene has a purpose.
>This is all I write tonight cause, I don't wanna mess up my sleep schedule. Just wanted to get something out there each day you know,.

Surprisingly I've actually been more than keeping pace this year. I'm a bit under 9000 words right now. Still not sure if I'm actually gonna finish it by the end of November though as I'm expecting work bullshit to crank up to eleven around mid-month.

Well I'm around 4k ish words so things are looking up, and there is quite a few other things that will absorb my attention too.
I realized I wrote myself into a corner. Not so much that there isn't anywhere to go afterward its just full of edge and half assed characters.
It accomplished its own goal of being a generic villain background. Reasoning that to be honest is wack. Set up for 'redemption' without any actual inherent villainy.
I'll post the content anyway for funsies.

>>286932
Under her wings in both senses I have my nose buried in a book.
"This is the science and art of magic. Mysteries for all ponies to find for them selves."
Celestia became the third set of parental figures I never knew I needed to hone myself on.
"Cast Starswirl's Time spell again."
A spell so demanding of me mentally, physically and magically the only other experience is continually running marathons with asthma while a complex test with multiple views and considerations have to take place by an overzealous straight-jacket all on stage trying to form a coherent public speech.
I feel as though death passes over and through me. To be one of the dead.
I enjoy every moment. Something from within is calling out and standing in defiance even with certain destruction.
"BARF."
Once again her pristine white coat is coated in regurgitate. The magically shielded book bouncing it off.
A quick spell from her, and it's gone.
"Again, remember Clover's constant."
I try to say "Fuck Clover's constant it's a load of bullshit," all I have is heavy breathing and a burning desire for success.
This has been my two-hundredth-thousandth try.
Celestia carries the spell before it unravels again, sending us back.
"Now my student cast once more."
A semifugue state fell upon myself as I remeber more clearly lessons of magic in my past life, unknowns and perhapses made real and unreal. Something clicks, I know my subconscious just fully forms the solution.
Maybe.
Casting one last time I feel the world and myself agree I always will be and have been three hours in the past. Then I smell electrical burning. Titanic pressures squeezing vision twisting-
Her rays of light taking the spell from me. My magnum opus.
Fully aware ozone permeates from my horn glowing and seeping back into a migrane.
"Much better, it's time for rest my hard working pony."
The taste of burning atmosphere, vomit, and victory gently greets my tired self. Gentle vibrating and humming from the princess.
Then violently mint flavored toothpaste assaults.

The princess even bought magical comics for more strategic lessons.
Under stars in a great clearing in a forest I look at each of these ponies.
"Troops we may die, but the light of liberty will live on! We will live on in Valhalla!"
A cheer eminates from these constructs, and yet they feel alive.
"What next General Radiant. You have the heart of your forces what tactics will you do."
Empress Celestia of the Solar Ships stands next to me.
"We tactically retreat, as we do so we leave traps and salt the earth their deadly viral advance has to be cut down."
"Oh? Really."
So in the commanding tent I postulated strategies as her highness watches attentively. I work my logic out for a grand plan.
Table and chairs with pieces and maps and charts in the center with good enough light especially for this time of night.
I call in my subordinates minions of the comic book realm.
"The meeting will now commence, what will be our course of action."
More interestingly is how magic can make characters alive. More to the point, I can directly or indirectly learn from magic itself here, and it is glorious.

Another week, at the royal residence. Every room, wall, and floor is pristine. The royal library has been my constant companion besides the solar presence.
From culinary skills, means of survival, to money and more Celestia pushes me forward with nearly reckless abandon. Somehow I find myself rising time and time again on my own legs! Metaphorically the stumps are still there, but I've become more skilled in using magic. Becoming more powerful magically isn't really possible through conventional means.
Instead efficiency and systems of stratagem.
The cutie marks though that's another can of worms. A can full of potential power.
"Radiant, there you are. It's time for lunch and another one of your stories."
No internet, only books, and socializing with ponies my own age just never seems to come up. One reason or another I don't have the time.
"It's that late already?"
I hardly see staff around here anyway, so it's just been me, the young blueish cyan colt, and Celestia.
Hard to believe how fast my life turned around when I became her student, and days, weeks, months seem to stretch on and on.
"I believe you were talking about the new age myths and tales."
She trots gracefully by my wheelchair.
Everything is fine.
"Ah, right. Hey Celestia?"
"Yes my little pony?"
"I-" aw damn it all I need this.
"I need to have some friends, at least acquaintances. I'm going stir crazy cooped up in here, with just task after task and assignments that never end."
She has a brief moment of shock, and smiles. "I understand, infact I have little gift for you to celebrate the one year anniversary of your tutelage."
Oh?
"After lunch."
Dainty sandwiches with flowers and nettle soup. I could feel myself slipping more and more into just my imagination. A very fascinating place, but still having someone else to ground me would be necessary.
"Tadah."
A ream of paper with the first page boldly proclaiming Radiant's Journal. I see why Twilight or Sunset had no friends.
"That's, just, great."
She nods wisely.
"Please Princess Celestia I need to talk to others. I want friends, and at the very least keep my mental facilities up."
She hums. It tickles my bones.

>>287442
Journal Entry 247: Super Villians, Being the Super Hero.
Hello dear journal frien,
When I was high off of mental >rape juice seemingly ages ago I signed up to be a super villian as Princess Celestia's personal student. As its been a long while a refresher to keep my memory limber.

Celestia brings me down to the forbidden section of the library.
"Here is the complete legacy you have from all my personal students."
Many subjects who have done amazing feats, and failures. All different colors and backgrounds. Unicorns, Earth ponies, and Pegasi. From a young age to their death bed.
No bacon haired pone, or Twilight Sparkle to be found abound the rows and columns of ex-students.

No, the most important information I received is I'm in the past. More accurately Sunset Shimmer isn't Celestia's student, that means Friendship powers isn't on the menu. Timeline fuckery hasn't even gone on yet...

My panic over maybe preventing the future heros from actually existing is a serious concern. If they aren't around its directly my problem, and the outcomes are determined by a hair's breadth.
"You've haven't ruined time."
In her magical grasp, I watch from atop her backside. A royal group picture filled with various ponies. Front and center is Celestia grinning with mock rope on a train track. An assembly of almost familiar colors stand behind. Before I can closely look at the photo it's wisked away. Leaving another mystery for me to ponder.

So why is Princess Sunbutt the wise going through with this?
Defense funding, and pony preparation? To raise the barrier for crime, and so only the most serious of evil doers could pose a threat? If that's true then this would also take effect.
Most importantly to unleash the inner spine all ponies have. Through carefully constructed harmonic chaos, and emergency planning no being could see through the crazy. Well no average thinking being.
Self directed study and vague hints are bullshit, but somehow it sort of works.
This is just conjecture because any direct questions is trying to pull water from a stone on the sun-
"We have another lesson, my little pony."
Putting away the loose rope bound papers I wheel over to her on the ornate royal balcony. Magic hands giving locomotion.
"Look through this telescope at the little hamlet."
Doing so I see a familiar little littler pony, Starlight Glimmer.
"Calling her a hamlet is a bit mean all things considered Sunbutt."
"Now now, we're not here to talk about your interests. Look over to this city."
A pink pegasus pony babbles.
"Foals will be glad to know you stalk them."
"Finally over here. To that mountain top."
As the telescope once again caused a nearly nauseating visual flurry. Ice, snow, and heavy magics somewhat distort my perception and a desire to ignore the oddity.
"Okay, I'll admit I'm a bit lost. Please at least explain this?"
"Of course, my most snarky student. You're going to go retrieve Grogar's bell for me."
A shiver crawls up my spine from hearing the name. A feeling of something watching us is now in my consciousness.
"All before a foolish young pony breaks her horn."
Horn? Wait.
Celestia beams at me with a signature princess smile. Smile number 3 if what she said last week is correct. It's not about any of those things directly.
Ah, but this task still is lacking a lot of context. The calculating electric mind continues watching I desperately want to banish the entity, but this might be Celestia's intention.
"Whatever Sunflank what sort of stuff do I have this time. It better be the good stuff."
"Oh it will be, because it's not just his bell. You are going to conquer his castle and keep."
A terrible rumble arcs across my fur and mane. 9/10 on entity communication of their displeasure without it harming the target of the message.
"For this I'll personally bring you to the mouth of that dark relm,"
Okay, now that is strange.
"but first a new campaign to prepare you."
She brings a thick custom magical 'comic' that may take a long time to finish. It's practically a tome durable that one could easily kill a cougar with.
"It's based on several stories you've describled over the years, and this will show how far you've progressed."
"Oh?"
The only one I could ever talk to was Sunbutt. Hmmm.
"Yes this may be your greatest trials."
"You can count on me."
She smiles as the pages suck me in. "Before I forget the only way out is to finish everything perfectly and don't die in there."
"WHAT!" "Finish everything perfectly! That's how you get out! Death in there would be bad for you!"
What the fuck Celestia!
"That takes care of that."
The swirling magical cones and whirlpool leave me dazed.
Thousands of books, movies, and games lie before me. Rules for the meta game, I could bring one character, one item, one magic, and one skill from each fictional place. Failure to perfectly complete it would have the fictional world glow yellow.
Death would be final.
"FFFFFFF-"

>>287443
Ah, what a perfect day. My sister is back and all the land is safe once more.
"Princess Celestia wait."
Ah Twilight.
"My most faithful student, Princess Twilight what is it?"
Turning around my prized pupil holds a dusty old book. My little pony always excited about literature.
"Look Sunset Shimmer found this book in the human world, and then all her messages stopped-"
No, it can't be. Is that?
"Don't open the book-"
A twisting sensation and a violent pull I find myself looking up to a very chiseled stallion covered with heavy magics twisting the page imbued reality. Eyes glowing with eldritch powers. A cyan like blot upon this white void.
"Well, well, well. It's about time Sunbutt. I have a bone to pick with you. Told you she would come Shimmy."
He circles around me. Knees are weak, I can't seem to find the strength to move.
"The little interruption reset all the worlds, again, besides the built in time limit."
He whispers in my ear, a voice cut from the hardest of circumstances.
"Did you know how close I was to being free from your asinine trap Cel-es-ti-a? Take a guess."
Please no.
"Ten, only ten worlds."
Soft words, almost drown out with the beating of my own heart.
"Correct. You've made it quite nearly impossible to escape through legitimate means. Now then pop quiz, why did you do this to me?"
My mouth is dry. What do I even say? I messed up? I made the wrong choice again? I was concerned about him being possessed by unreality beings? I wanted my sister back and I could risk having him interfere? I was jealous of his faith in me even when I cut him off from everything? That I was raising a tool to dispose the worst enemies Equestria ever knew? That his own parents disowned him? He was just a trial run to teach others without burning themselves out? That I was just trying to end his suffering for all these years? I wanted his dream, my dream, to be a reality? I loved him like a son I never had? He's a symbol of how I failed all my little ponies?
He bends down, and licks the side of my cheek.
"Hmmm, tastes like a coward. A chicken through and through especially when you smell blood."
"Radiant."
"You pushed your students to suffer greatly, and all your little ponies living in fear and uncertainty."
Twilight looks up from the floor unable to stand.
"When you knew everything all along."
Sunset looks towards me. I can't meet her eyes.
"I want to be free, I'll even let bygones be bygones. Just this once though because shame on me for trusting you with everything I had."
"I'm sorry," it's faint almost a gasp.
He bends down, horn touching mine.
And violates my mind.

"Morning Sunbutt. Have to say your solutions are pretty fucking shit all things considered. I would have at least put a bullet through me, and atomized the ashes. Never can be too careful."
Real sunlight shines down on me. I see Sunset and Twilight talking and sitting in the grass.
A skinny bone like colt looks at me.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION PROBABLY GOING TO SCRAP THIS FROM HERE.

>>287441
Like the election. Obviously that takes up a lot of attention, which is understandable. Its good that we have people who keep track of all these faggy lefties and their cheating.

I had an idea. It always bugged me because I am not a political guy, nor a guy interested in other languages, yet I always wanted to write this:

The basic idea is a story of a total who stuck in a war between Germaneigh and Maressia. You will be found as a POW, and then sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder.
Now, for random luck, you survive, and one of the sides capture you, and then they will treat you as an inside agent. The thing is the story would evolve into one ending where you help Aryanne take over the world, another where you and Veronika had covered the nations under a equal red blanket, and a third one where an outside group was profiting from the war, and was just waiting for each side to kill one another. Then you will choose to either join them, and enjoy the spoils in a dystopia, or stop them and put an end to the war once and for all.
My main problem is I want to know politics so I can take the "there isn't a bad vs good, just a good vs another good" approach, and I want to learn german and russian so it would be more realistic.
I know /mlp/ has a ruskie thread, but I am busy these days.

Well, that was my idea. What do you think

>>287529
Write it.
>good vs another good
Ehhhh. It is pony land so it is a possibility. Politics is all about history, and the ideals for the future and present.
There are people who have a good heart, but doing the stuff doesn't align with reality.
The politicians and social stuff is more... trying to accomplish goals without being implicated.

Fresh air of a small town, and a new lease on life. A freak magical accident that may or may not possibly leak new people through. In any case after naturalization tests and interviews I'm now almost allowed to roam around Equestria to find my fortune. With being a true Equestrian now I had to have a fitting pony name for legal purposes.
Before I could go on my way, Twilight's school of friendchips had to be overcome. Until then I had room and board even a small allowance, but all things I could do would be limited.
The library though, it's cozy. Not in space or grandeur, but in how it resonates sound that makes it just right for any kind of study. Or even for presentations, full credit for pony architecture they do awesome work incredibly quickly. This relatively small section would have taken years, decades, of painstaking effort back home let alone the possibility of it being made.
"Hello Mr. Radiant back again?" Betsy the newly hired librarian to ensure uppity ziggers, and non-friendly creatures don't fuck up the book palace. Twilight after almost blasting and violently interrogating the thieves sought out the best means books could explain. It stopped for three months before the book stealing continued.
"You know it head librarian Betsy. By any chance you have the lastest econ news in?"
Except I could do research to my heart's content. Feels good not being a fire breathing fuckwad, a dirty griff or a zigger. Sure a sizable portion of the student body isn't dead beats, but never relax is a trusty strategy that works everytime.
"Just came in. Had it in reserve because your one of the few students really interested in it."
She's an ex-security guard due to her age, and, ah, a more excessive force. Perfect for Twilight to keep her precious book duplicates safe. A real sweetheart as long as you make her job easy peasy.
"Thanks, head librarian, I really do appreciate it." Plus she likes her titles. Little bits of social currency to improve someone's day is practically free especially when it can buy so much. Seeing her puff up is just adorable too.
Whipping out the news paper, scanning the lastest news, stock market, and most importantly the comic strips. Apples are up, coconuts are down, the new fangled EOL is now rapidly increasing in stonks since it went public. A bush fire by the border burning down some glass factories, and cactus crops are suffering. The aggregate whole is peaking.
All it is, is cycle on cycles. Big and small, trade and opportunity. Then the meta decisions.
The comic strips are pretty good this time, silly Onut Po. Hard to believe an Anon actually did it.
Cuticula the changeling trots over to here to my table. Yellow with hints of blue. Even if she isn't quite a poner she actually does try hard, which is slightly surprising considering they like to imitate on a surface level and going in deep is hard. Magic and instincts usually guiding them. They tend to not have a depth, just a long shallow droplet. Which is a real shame.
"I knew I'd find you here Radi."
"Sure thing Cula, what's up this time?" After all if she actually becomes a productive member of society that considers the consequences properly there's some bright possibilities.
"It's this thing called a reciprocity, I couldn't find it on a map or a cookbook and Gladstone said it's a just a silly waste of time."
Fucking griff, honestly. Poisoning the good intent. If griffons wern't so much like... well anyway at least Garibaldi is the good rare statistical case.
"Well... first we're going to have to talk about history and how pony or human civilization came to be."
Her grin and serious look, with notes ready. Despite her bug features she's cute. Almost pony like. At least her parents or egg raisers or whatever chose an appropriate name.
"The ape's 'bout to speak again get the 'fessors!" One day I'll find out who that loudmouth is.
Ugh. The library security system does a fine enough job recording everything already. Useful to keep accurate notes, but sometimes I'm not sure all these creatures get its accessible for everyone all the time. Whatever time to keep building the Radiant brand name.
"Long time ago there were people and they had to go get stuff done."
The library is starting to fill out once again. A busy library means Betsy gets paid more, and she has ample enough time to get ready for this weekly occurrence.
"So people did mutual exchange to accomplish goals and tasks and live their life."
"So what's a repcity!"
I think it's that mare with the scrunchie in the back. How rude.
"I'm getting to it. Reciprocity is when you do something for someone else and they do something for you in return."
"Lame! Just take it from others."
A dragon this time. Then a griff speaks up before I can continue "Obviously, but you do it with finesse so they keep coming back." There's a few murmurs, I better cut it off now or there will be a rise in bad faith deals.
These dense fuckers.
"I prefer living in great societies that means reciprocity is at the core of it. To build great works needs some trust, and reciprocity hosts that. For a friendly and safe community reciprocity is a must. To have a flourishing enriched area you need reciprocity. For-"
"Unless you're an expert liar."
"- For a society that is right and just needs reciprocity. No, even an expert liar is eventually caught and brought before the gazes of all those that the lair has wronged."
The crowd shifts again, as Twilight and some teachers and some friends make their way in.
"Not only that the liar and thief starves all those around them from the fruits of their labor, and the real friendship that could have been, and even deprives the future!"
Finding myself being tugged by purple magic, I get my bag and carry the paper.
"There's statistics, game theory, math, historical prescient and science that support how important reciprocity is!"
As much as it bugs me to be in the spotlight, I think I'll need it for my plans in the future.

>>286984
>So making up for lost time.

>>287524

This task had taken the dragon days to accomplish because he had a big horde of gems and he taken long breaks to do other things, like taking naps.

After he putted the last yellow gem in the pile for yellow gems, he backed away to admire his work which has taken several weeks to accomplish.

He smiled and nodded at the pile before turning his head toward the watch. Then, it hits him. He was suppose to be going to see his human friend.

He sighed, growled, and shook his head.

His eyes linger on the pile of coins he uses to sleep on for a moment before he shaked his head and take flight out of his cave.

He flied passed snowy moutain tops. His teeth visibly clench and he shutted his eyes as he take a long detour around them. Tyspiotop knows that if he starts flying between them like he usually do, another few weeks would fly by before he got something done.

The early morning sun's rays is reflected on the snow so its almost blinding.

The mountain range underneath him is replaced by green forrest and even further ahead, he saw several trails of smoke pouring out of far away chimneys from a village near a fort with moat.

Tyspiotop smiled as he saw the town. He roared and a slithering trail of fire spreads far across the sky for a moment before it vanishes.

>>287972
>I like to add pics with as a form of summary to what i write

>>>286249
>She won't mind because she doesn't care about their approval.
Cool. This is good trait to have. Very autistic to not care what other's think and only do what you think but it comes with a price from my experince.

>>287972

Inside the fort an old man with the tip of his white beard resting on his right leg while he leaned forward to sip on a cup of tea. He wore a golden robe tha looked a bathrobe. His moustasche fell seamlessly into his beard and his hairline created a crescent shape with his white hair when viewed from above.

He sat at a low round table and on the otherside of it, sat another man o with a mug in hand. This one was younger with brown and neck-long hair but wore a colorful red west on him that looked expensive due to its extravagance.

He was about to bring his own cup to his lips when the muffled roar from Tyspiotop could be heard from a distance.

The younger man jerked up and the brown liquid in his cup oscillated back and forth. The older man just looked over his shoulder towards the source of the noise.

"That... Sounded like..." the younger man began.

The older man narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, another dragon," the older man finished. "However, that didn't sound like a

heh

>>288419
Yes, another dragon,” the older man finished. ”However, that as not a warcry.”

The older man's eye widen.

”That was... uhh... happy shout?” the old man told the other as his head as titled downwards but his eyes peered up at the other.

The younger man nodded and gestured towards teh other man.

”Well, you would b the expert,” he said, smiled, and made a special nod to the side like is head was about to fall before it was bounced back up by his neck.

The right corne of the old man's mouth dug into his skin and moved up.

”Mmm, you would think so. But its different from dragon to dragon. If that-” He pointed in the direction from which the sound had come from. ”is a chromatic dragon, a shout of euphoria is the last thing we want to hear from it.”

The other man nodded slowly and worry started to show on his face.

”And... uh... what kind of dragon did it sound like to you.”

The old man stroke his long beard.

”An adult male...” A crease appeared between the old man's crinkled forehead and between his eyes. ”Strong and big to be able to roar that much.” He waggled back and forth. ”Either a silver dragon or a red dragon. Probably the former.”

The younger man looked tense in his face.

”Red? Like Ashcup, do you think it could be him?” the young man questioned.

>>286029
>what matters is that the story happens.
True

Welp it's looking like the story I had planned is only enough to pad out about 15,000 words, same shit that happened last year. However, I do have two direct sequels planned, so if I bundle them all into one volume it should total out to something novel-length. Now to just nut up and actually write the shit.

>>290299
Quality and quantity the two thingies of note. I believe in you.

This forum is so cool. I came here coz of Antifa exposing thread but you guys do cool stuff like movie threads and nanowrimo.

I didn't do nanowrimo this year as too busy but I wanna mention a cool writing approach called the snowflake method:

https://www.advancedfictionwriting.com/articles/snowflake-method/

I am in the process of using this for a story. I'm on the second last step before writing scenes.

I need to finish my story before I pass judgement on the method, but so far it looks good. Cycling back and forth between the characters and outline has caused me to change quite a few things in my story.

With my normal process I would not have picked up on them. I have finished stories before but used either writing by seat of pants, or basic plot outline.

I feel like this technique helps you write a richer story and better characters even if you suck at this. My previous stories are kinda shallow.

The other thing is there's a time saving aspect. The idea is you iron out your plot and characters before putting pen to paper and writing scenes, so you throw away less. I haven't got there yet, so this is TBC for me.

>>291086
Glad to have you here new frien.
Anyway the tldr for anyone not wanting to click the link.
Make a central sentence about what the thingy is going to be about. A thesis statement, the catchy sentence that defines the work.
Write all the notes in a sensible way. (Guy recommendeds spread sheets. By notes it's everything the creative force, subconscious or unconscious feeds you. Then logic can spot and fill in things.) You'll be fleshing it out later so more is better.
Detail the big plot what major points does the character do / go through. Fractal time, now go to the next biggest happenings that is smaller than the major points. Keep on going to your heart's content.
When you write properly it should flow from one part to the next, and the tiny details can be done on the spot, but could be done as part of the fractal plan.
What you should have is a complete story that just needs some words that will finish it up nicely.

>>291105
Yes I should have put a tldr! Thankyou :) :)

It's like what you said, you build it up. Start with one sentence summary, expand that to a paragraph, expand that to multiple paragraphs etc.

The one I used cycled Plot outline -> character profiles -> plot outline -> character profiles etc. But yeah, if you have other things like world building notes you could include that too.