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10/09/11(Sun)11:35 No.30409591>>30409513
no, idiot
we draw fanart and write fanfics
"Mom, I'm home!" cried the black filly, throwing the door wide open with her magic. Inside, books, pens, and other egghead shit was scattered around haphazardly all over the floor, making it look as though someone had been working all day. Unfortunately Miss Sparkle hadn't thought far enough ahead, and Griffy had just caught her lazing around her bedroom through the window on the way over, completely ignorant of everything going on outside.
"Twilight, it's serious!" Griffy bellowed, shoving past Nyx to get to the bottom of the stairs. Spike lumbered into the front room, rubbing his eyes; he looked more than a little fatigued, as though he'd just woken up from a long nap.
"Nyx, Griffy, what are you doing here? I thought I told you to get out this morning," Twilight Sparkle sighed, cantering down the stairs. Dressed primly and properly, she looked imposing, throwing Spike a compassionate sideways glance as though to say "You're not an OC, you aren't deserving of my contempt". Spike seemed grateful.
"Mom, shut the fuck up, this is important!" Nyx's sharp shout captured the attentions of everyone in the room, and she rose to her full height, quickly transforming into her third stage true self. Griffy looked astonished; Twilight sighed out of boredom. She'd probably seen it all before. "Something happened to Ponyville, we think someone might have been hurt! And they might have been after you!"
"And what makes you think that?" Twilight replied, still dismissive.
"We found a box with our names on it!" Griffy piped in, raising a claw to scratch the underside of his chin. "You're Nyx's mom-"
"Don't ever call me that again," she interjected, sighing melodramatically. Griffy nodded.
"-And I love to read books with you, as we're both Celestia's students. Clearly it was meant for you!" |
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