anyway my resolution for this year is to stop caring what I think people will think of my art, and I’ve always wanted to do telverse humanized vignettes with narrator Rarity a la Crimson Lips so–
keep holding on
by MonochromaticDeath follows Princess Twilight Sparkle like the most loyal of servants.
It trails after her as she walks, every footstep casting a dark shadow as endless as the vacant expression in her eyes, surveying her lonely prison made up of tombs for dead trees.
She wished she could die.
She wished it so often, the poor lonely princess, her fingertips idly brushing against her neck, morbidly recalling facts she’d read from coroners’ reports of people long gone.
It could be her. It should be her. When would it be her.
If only hating yourself could kill.
But Spike was still counting on her. And the princesses, perhaps, though she wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t. After all she’d done, everything she was responsible for, well…
Maybe there was a reason she wasn’t found yet. Maybe that was on purpose.
She longed for death.
Coveted it, wanted it, would give herself entirely to it if it came knocking, a torrid romance for the ages, the princess and her most devout and homicidal of admirers, hands intertwined, eyes only for each other, both beautifully waltzing together over a steep cliff.
Princess Twilight Sparkle would fall in love with death if she could.
And she would.
She would, after all, meet me.
Love the emotional tension in these lines. Moody, powerful, and biting.
Death follows Princess Twilight Sparkle like the most loyal of servants.
OH. WAY TO WRECK ME FROM THE BEGINNING
Coveted it, wanted it, would give herself entirely to it if it came knocking, a torrid romance for the ages, the princess and her most devout and homicidal of admirers, hands intertwined, eyes only for each other, both beautifully waltzing together over a steep cliff.
This is the most beautiful paragraph i have ever read in my life oh ny god
She would meet me, after all.
Oh!!!!!
Do you hear that. That’s my heart falling out of my chest and shattering to a million pieces