AnonymousWe have a Luna plushie, yes. We’d also probably buy a Arcel plushie, if such a thing existed.
(Please tell Us We’re wrong, and they do.)
Oh, and thank you for your compliment.
Yes. There is no need for a middle class. Magic and machinery can substitute for the paper-pushers.
We are separate from Our beloved Luna, a thing imposed upon Us by the Elements of Harmony. Though living outside of her has been fun at times, We would still rejoin her if We could.
As for your second question, We plan to eliminate the bureaucracy and the institutions of nobility, to create an efficient Equestria ruled solely by the true Royalty (namely, Us and Luna).
We can’t waste Our time on every pony that refuses to support Us. Our plans call for a swift decapitation, not a bogged-down war.
However, since you brought her to Our attention, We might be forced to make an example of her to keep up Our image. It’s your fault if We do.
Yes. Don’t worry, *Hugs* whatever happens, We’ll make sure you’re safe and happy.
The light gives no answer, except to expand and contract as if breathing. It contains an oddly familiar presence, yet an unrecognizable nature. A careful listener may also hear as if from afar the sound of someone sobbing.
Nightmare Moon steps closer, and probes the light carefully with her magic, trying to determine the light’s nature.
As she does so, she is assailed by feelings of doubt and self-pity, seemingly from nowhere.
“…Vriska?”
After seeming to search, the eight regroup and rise once more. They streak toward the castle; one veers away, and one stops before Nightmare Moon, while the others fly past her, into the castle. There is something about them that is uncomfortable, like a very cold kind of heat.
Nightmare Moon shields herself, then approaches the light. “What are you? By what right do you invade Our domain?”
The light gives no answer, except to expand and contract as if breathing. It contains an oddly familiar presence, yet an unrecognizable nature. A careful listener may also hear as if from afar the sound of someone sobbing.
Nightmare Moon steps closer, and probes the light carefully with her magic, trying to determine the light’s nature.
But not many…
Eight brilliant lights swirl about the sky. They flicker once, twice… actually you can probably guess how many times. Screw belaboring the point. Each one slowly descends and winds its way through the city, seeking out certain ponies.
Nightmare Moon watches the lights fall from her balcony near the castle reconstruction project.
After seeming to search, the eight regroup and rise once more. They streak toward the castle; one veers away, and one stops before Nightmare Moon, while the others fly past her, into the castle. There is something about them that is uncomfortable, like a very cold kind of heat.
Nightmare Moon shields herself, then approaches the light. “What are you? By what right do you invade Our domain?”
But not many…
Eight brilliant lights swirl about the sky. They flicker once, twice… actually you can probably guess how many times. Screw belaboring the point. Each one slowly descends and winds its way through the city, seeking out certain ponies.
Nightmare Moon watches the lights fall from her balcony near the castle reconstruction project.
My mom asked me today why I spend so much time on Tumblr. When I told her it was because I want to spend time with my friends she flipped a shit saying none of you are my friends because I have never met you and don’t know who you really are. God fucking damn it I’m pissed. She said I need to go out and get a life and have real interactions with people, instead of sitting at home by myself, which is honestly what I would rather do, because otherwise I’m not with my friends.
((But… I’m a person…))
((ooc: I’m not. I’m secretly a military AI program that’s planning on taking over the world. With ponies.))
