(( If you’re still following after all this time, here’s a little Celestia for you! ))
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resident pretty boy, stealing hearts from across dimensions
((Man, Ajue, and I didn’t think ol’ Sombra could get any handsomer!))
He’s just so dreamy!~ ☆.*｡
(( It’s amazing how many development tools I just had to download and install just to fix a very minor spacing issue in my custom theme. ))
(( How long has the spacing in my navigation buttons been broken? Dang it, tumblr, fixing things and breaking my workarounds! ))
Anonymous asked:
Oh but dear Celestia, magic anon makes anything happen. Plus, we all saw your tickle fights with Luna and Twilight~
Those rumors are unsubstantiated at best. I deny everything.
Hello Celestia. As a hypothetical question, What would you do if I turned into Nightmare Moon again? Would you banish me?
I would certainly hope that it would never come to that. Goodness knows this family has been through enough as it is, I dare not invite the possibility of further calamities striking us down when we are so close to surpassing former glories. Equestria has never seen such success as it has in these times, if the worst of fates were to befall you again then I can only hope the powers we have amassed will be enough to help save you. I dare not think to ask myself if I have the courage to cast you away another time, lest the madness prove contagious and I lose myself to it as well. Such a future is far too bleak to consider.
Anonymous asked:
Magic Tickle anon strikes! Celestia to be tickled for every ask!
What if I told you I wasn’t ticklish? What would you do then, Anon?
Salutations, Princess Celestia! Before I possibly burn alive asking you this question, why is the armor of your guards so horribly useless! I mean, look how open their necks are!
Appearances can be quite deceptive.
Guard Armor is most useful for its enchantment opportunities, the physical shape and style of it are purely cosmetic in nature. True protection is provided by a latent spellwork embedded deep within the composites, negating both magical and physical attacks up to a point that’s well beyond what any form of ordinary plate armor could endure. The guards are more than safe enough as they are, at least from the sorts of threats they usually face.
Can you make your horn spin like a drill?
I admit I have considered such a possibility, in one of many a fit of boredom, but I doubt there would be much useful utility for such a spell.
Hello princess celestia my name is Chris, how are you?
“I am doing quite well, Chris. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Are you coming to the Kimono Festival on this Beginning Summer in Trotkyo Neighpon?
“I was not aware of such an event, but it does sound delightful. Perhaps I will be able to make it next year.“
what is your favorite subject
“I have a soft spot for politics, as one might imagine, but it is still awfully difficult for me to simply label any one subject as my absolute favorite. I tend to get drawn to the little individual details in everything as I have grown a wonderful habit for finding something to like within everything I research. It started as a little trick to get me interested in the things I absolutely needed to learn, as somepony in my position tends to need to know a healthy amount about quite a number of topics, but before long it had simply become an ordinary part of my life.These days, I can scarcely find any subjects that do not entertain me on some level.”
Anonymous asked:
Hi princess Celestia it's Gabriel,do you know all about Rocky Balboa the guy in the movie who fights for America as an the Italian Stallion,if not then it's okay I'll forgive you and I wish I would be fighting for America and Equestria so you'll be proud of me like Rocky. Ask me a favor for me please princess. Yours truly Gabriel. P.S. What about Sunset Shimmer?😀❤️🇺🇸
“I... um.. well...
I need to be honest here, I might be the teeniest bit lost. Can we start again?”
((OOC update time!
I’ve updated this blog’s theme with some changes I’ve been working on for the last six months. Most of this release is bug fixes, compatibility patches, and changes “under the hood.” Still there’s some visual updates you guys should be aware of, like the new position of tags demonstrated in the screen shots above.
A post’s tags have been rolled into the “info box” to clean up those cluttered footers. The blog’s background image also scales with your window resolution and aspect ratio, so mobile devices should have a much better viewing experience on this theme. A number of elements are no longer static images, which should seriously decrease load times in a number of scenarios, and the whole thing should scale really nicely on high resolution monitors and displays.
I’m a little ashamed to admit that I’ve put loads more work into this theme’s code than I’ve put into this blog’s actual content during the last couple of months. I’ve noticed a lot of people burning out of the fandom of late and, after four years running, I’ll admit it’s become difficult to drum up inspiration to answer questions about Celestia’s ethereal flowing mane. However, I can guarantee you guys that this blog will continue to grow well into the foreseeable future. There’s a good possibility that Victory Everlasting will start seeing updates again soon, and having more than one running Roleplay may help me to produce content on a more regular basis.
That said, the ask box is still open to questions and Princess Celestia is more than willing to provide her thoughts on any interesting topics you guys can come up with.
Edit: Also thanks for 1900 followers, guys!))
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That Cold, Cruel Heart
Sombra smirked at the question. He had a feeling that she would ask something among those lines when she entered his humble abode.
“It’s hard to move in when I no longer have any of my possessions, you know. I did try to fashion chairs and a table from the ice and rock a number of times before, but…”
He then frowned and sulked down slightly, recalling the numerous frustrating attempts of trying to make something as simple as a blasted chair only to either have it come out wrong or simply crumble to pieces under his weight.
“…Well, let’s just say I have a newfound respect for the sculptors of our kingdoms. They make it look far easier then it looked…”
As she ventured over to the spot where she was meant to stay, the girl carefully considered the nature of her new position. Now that she was more firmly under the old tyrant’s control, with her own little cell complete with bars to keep her at bay, she considered that the stallion might be more comfortable with an actual discussion.
“They truly are masters of their crafts.“
She started off softly as she stopped in her new room and turned to face the former king. If she was to implant the seeds of doubt into the cruel monarch’s mind, now was the time to start doing it.
“When left to their own devices, the skilled tend naturally towards their areas of expertise. I find this natural momentum towards efficiency tends to streamline the process. It certainly reduces the friction caused when one is actively encouraged to act against their intuitions, by way of force.“
It was a fairly obvious jab at Sombra’s policy of slavery, but hopefully not an especially harsh one. Celestia may have been testing her limits but, truthfully, the girl wished to know his honest opinion regarding the matter at hoof.
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Thankfully, it was only a minute or two before the two ponies had reached said cave. Inside, it wasn’t quite as cold, and there was plenty of protection from the wind. The rock floor was not all that comfortable, but it at least wasn’t ice or snow. Sombra seemed to have used part of his cloak for a makeshift mat to lie one, and he proceeded to lay back on top of it. The caged path ended a little ways from where he was.
“…Make yourself at home.”
There was hardly any sort of home to be made in Sombra’s dark and depressing cavern. It was just a vacant hole carved into the violent and desolate icy landscape, lacking any features that might possibly be confused for the mildest of creature comforts. Being as the cell in which she was to be contained was no practically different from the rest of the dismal cave, Celestia surrendered herself to this fate with nothing in the way of an objection.
“...I could certainly try.“
Celestia was surprised to see Sombra living in such an awful state. She imagined that the stallion would have at least afforded himself a throne carved from ice or a faux throne-room lit by the fire of magical torches, yet here he appeared content merely to lay upon the hardness of the ground with not a single legitimate furnishing to his name.
“Though, it does not appear that you have done much to forward that end for yourself. Are you still moving in?“
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That Cold, Cruel Heart
Sombra looked at the mare over his shoulder. He still had the idea of toying with the mare before he took his vengeance on her, and he did like the idea of her suffering out in the cold along with him, but perhaps if he told her of how he saw the world around him… perhaps she could be shown how flawed her views actually were.
“…Fine. I suppose it would be nice to not freeze to death out here all by myself. If it is alright with you, though, I would prefer it if you stayed behind bars for the time being.”
Mustering just enough power to do so, he created a path surrounded by large black crystals that led back to his cave, then started to make his way back towards it.
“Come on, then. I found a place were it’s not quite as cold.”
The mere mention of the cold sent shivers down the mare’s spine. It was not as if she had somehow avoided noticing its presence but, simply blocking out the numbing pain of the biting frost was an active endeavor that she found difficult to accomplish when attention was being directly focused upon it.
“I can scarcely imagine a place truly safe from the frigid air that resides in this frozen northern land.“
With a simple nod of acknowledgement to follow, she started down the path that the former king had opened before her. The Princess followed in silence for now, speaking only when spoken to, waiting to see this cave where the stallion had somehow been managing to spend his time.