Thank you. A Queen must be prepared for any eventuality.

darkblitz:

*Blitz looks towards Nightmare Moon as she awakens, unsure how to address her now.* Uhh.. uhm.. *cough* Thank you. Thank you so much for helping our friend. *he bows respectfully, uncertain of what he’s doing, uneasy to what he’s heard and a certain past memory*

Thank Arcel, not Us. He’s the one that insisted We help.

Now, if you’ll excuse Us, We have a splitting headache to treat.

philosopherofequestria:

ask-nightmaremoon:

Shadow: EVERYPONY HATES ME! THE WORLD IS NOTHING BUT HATE. COME, DIE, YOU WON’T HAVE TO HATE ANYMORE…

*The shadow charges at Zalgo’s manifestation, meeting it head-on.*

*What can only be described as a supernova of factions. An entity of half light and half darkness versus an entity of pure darkness. Needless to say that the interaction created a magnificent and awe-striking display of visuals that would make anypony epileptic. The two enemies clashed together to make a visual explosion that resulted in NMM’s shadow winning, with Zalgo fused with her shadow*

*The shadow continues raging, shouting at nopony in particular about hate and suffering and hopelessness.*

Philemon: That’s quite enough of that. *He walks up fearlessly to the shadow and boops it on the nose.* Back to sleep for now, I think. Nightmare Moon’s not ready to have you go away for good.

*The shadow’s raging becomes quieter, it’s movements sluggish, then it fades back into Nightmare Moon. Philemon drags the still-unconscious projection through the blue door, and then Nightmare Moon wakes up in the physical world with Ponder.*

philosopherofequestria:

Zalgo: Dammit! Duped? Me? A God? Why… I shall have at it with the shadow! *Summons a ball of pure light and shadow and launches it at the shadow* I am a God! You will bow to me!

Shadow: EVERYPONY HATES ME! THE WORLD IS NOTHING BUT HATE. COME, DIE, YOU WON’T HAVE TO HATE ANYMORE…

*The shadow charges at Zalgo’s manifestation, meeting it head-on.*

philosopherofequestria:

*Ponder’s shadow-billowing eyes have ceased, as his regular eyes have restored to normal, albeit glassed-looking and he regains his normal skin tinge. He still retains his sharpened teeth and various wounds, however* What- what happened? Why is the room dark? Where am I? Last place I knew where I was at, I was with this strange man named Nobody and he was showing me some ancient scriptures… Why is my body in pain? Could someone turn on the lights so I can see what’s going on?

Philemon: You may wish to duck and cover. Or run and hide yourself in your memories somewhere. You don’t want to be nearby for this next bit.

*The darkness from Nightmare Moon solidifies fully, in the shape of a tiny filly sitting in the ribcage of a huge, decapitated giantess.*

*The creature screams out with a voice like Nightmare Moon’s, but distorted:* I AM A SHADOW, THE TRUE SELF!

*Zalgo cannot manifest itself within Nightmare Moon while her shadow is active. It can either leave and try to destroy the shadow, or it can stay locked in the body of a madmare for all eternity.*

philosopherofequestria:

ask-nightmaremoon:

Philemon: But I am a pony.

*With a faint flicker, Philemon is replaced with a pony with a blue coat and dark mane, wearing a butterfly mask.*

Philemon Pony: Come now, I’ve bent over backwards to meet your requests. Possess me!

Ponder: I want a pony! And I want a strong one, not one of those pushovers out there like Ironheart of Dark Blitz. I want Nightmare Moon!

*Zalgo unleashes himself from consciousness, disabling any walls Philemon was able to summon, and goes for Nightmare Moon’s mind*

Philemon: Plan B it is, then. You wan’t Nightmare Moon? Then have her!

*There is a loud cracking noise, like the sound of breaking glass, and liquid pools of darkness starts to pour from Nightmare Moon. She drops over unconscious as the darkness starts to coalesce into a physical being.*

askstarbuck:

ask-nightmaremoon:

Now, now, Sturmpony. Zebras are ponies too.

Primitive, backward, underdeveloped ponies that need more advanced ponies to tell them what to do and help them along, but ponies all the same.

…

Fuck, my god is a racist…

Not at all. We simply recognise that, as ponies who have managed to raise ourselves up to the hight of ponykind, it is our duty to provide guidance to our still-struggling cousins, the Zebras and Griffons.

sturmpony:

You see? I told everypony, I warned you all time and again, Zebras are fundamentally evil individuals. They are thieving, conniving, murdering savages who’ll off a pony as soon as look at them. Why we haven’t run every last one of their mongrel hides out of Equestria I’ll never know.

Now, now, Sturmpony. Zebras are ponies too.

Primitive, backward, underdeveloped ponies that need more advanced ponies to tell them what to do and help them along, but ponies all the same.

philosopherofequestria:

Ponder: I said a pony, whelp! Almost any pony will do. Come on, I haven’t all day. I’d be making Ponder mutilate himself or bite his cheeks until they bled due to the vast boredom of these conversations…

Philemon: But I am a pony.

*With a faint flicker, Philemon is replaced with a pony with a blue coat and dark mane, wearing a butterfly mask.*

Philemon Pony: Come now, I’ve bent over backwards to meet your requests. Possess me!