Anonymous-Materials

Dib watched the bird through the camera viewer, waiting patiently for it stand still. It was midafternoon in Gravity Falls, and with the sun was coming out, the brisk morning air would soon give way to more typical summer temperatures. The weather had been something Dib appreciated when he had came up here with his family. Gravity Falls currently had perfect trenchcoat weather: cold enough to require it in the morning, but never so hot for so long that wearing it would be torturous. Summers in his home city always felt terrible, a result of the urban environment coupled with the high humidity. His trenchcoat made those days feel especially u

The ground moved and Vikitier lost her already precarious balance. She tumbled down the hill, rolling head over feet until she reached the bottom, where a tree finally stopped her. She cried out as the back of her head erupted in pain, her vision going white. She blinked her eyes, trying to regain focus as her hand searched for her spear. As she started to wonder if the spear fell elsewhere, her fingertips brushed by something long and wooden. She reached out and wrapped her hands around the spear shaft, pulling it out of the mud and clutching it close to her chest. By then her vision was starting to clear, and she made the decision to sit t

Mort stood frozen to the spot, his head craning up to maintain (reluctant) eye contact with the alicorn. Thanasia towered over him, her ashen body and rigid form almost making her look like a small monument. Even her expression was stone-faced. "T-talk?" he squeaked out, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. "T-talk about what?" She arched an eyebrow, looking vaguely bemused. "I believe you know. In fact, I know you know." Mort gulped. The benefits of a mental link meant instantaneous communication, no matter where you were, or how far you were separated. The downside was that you inevitably got peeks into the psyche of the one you wer

From Terry Trotchett's A Concise History of Equestria: If you were to ask ponies what they thought of Equestria, there would typically be one of three responses. Most would happily go on about how it's one of, if not the, most beautiful land they've ever laid eyes on. When its lush, sprawling forests aren't meeting you at every turn, you're instead walking through flat, green plains that are punctuated with fields of flowers both unique and sweetly fragrant. The animals, use to the care of the equine inhabitants, are incredibly friendly and would like nothing more than to nuzzle up against some passerby. Not to mention that that most of the

A huge grin appeared on Pinkie Pie's face. "Morty~," she said, in a sing-song voice. It wasn't just her who was looking at him now, it was every pony in the room. Quite a few of them were barely holding back their laughter. He gulped, trying to back away. "Uh, heh heh, I-I don't know, Pinkie, I've never done this before and there are probably tons of more skilled ponies here, so I'll just—" There was a sudden shove from behind, and he found himself stumbling forward, stopping just a few inches from Pinkie Pie's beaming face. He twisted his head around to see who had done it, but only had time to see Twilight Sparkle's own confused face

Mort's reasoning for avoiding crowds was two-fold. For starters, he didn't feel comfortable in crowds, or rather, he didn't feel comfortable being visible in crowds. Plagues or fires were one thing, as there was a clear goal in what he had to do, and the recently departed almost always asked the same questions every time. They had become, more or less, a predictable affair. Living crowds, on the other hoof, he had no idea on where to even begin. There was no clear cut purpose, no specific goal. Some ponies stood to the sidelines, enjoying the beverages and treats, some sought out particular ponies, some jumped in conversations in progress, a

Rarity sat huddled on the dressing room floor, sniffling as she beheld the task before her. On one side of her were the shoulder pads with their frayed tassels, the diamond-studded buttons and a single, chipped ruby. With them were over two dozen pieces of torn fabric, sewed together and arranged in a way that they were beginning to resemble a sleeve. Rarity found some solace in the fact the gold thread helped her know where to start, like the round edges of a jigsaw puzzle. But it was of little comfort, as the other side of her showed; there lay the rest of the suit, haphazardly piled. She levitated two pieces from the pile and brought them

It didn't take the two of them long to find him. He hadn't gone very far, settling down on a grassy slope, in the shade of a tree. The slope looked over the hub of the park, which consisted of a dirt path circling a fountain, surrounded by benches and several paths leading elsewhere into the park and into Ponyville. More ponies were beginning to show up, planning on enjoying the bright, clear day. Mort didn't seem to register her until she was practically on top of him. He looked up at her with pink eyes, looking pitiful. She gave him a comforting smile. "How's it going, Mort?" He shrugged, murmuring something under his breath, before turn

Mort quietly shut the door behind him, Rarity's suit draped over his back. The dressing room was larger than he thought it'd be, and just as frilly as the rest of the boutique. A light-purple wallpaper covered the walls, walls that at one end had a rack of dresses neatly hung up, and at the other end a number of pictures and paintings of mares in dresses. And at the far end of the room, there was a long, ruby-colored dresser with with white carvings, reminiscent of vines. A large, oval mirror stood in the center of the dresser, and in front of the mirror were dozens of bottles, brushes, eyeliners, lipsticks and other make-up that Mort had nev