Anonymous asked: CYOA: Ask Fake Namy if he has any better ideas.
You rear up, put your fore-hooves on your hips and ask if Fakerton has any better ideas. She looks confused. You clarify by asking if she has any past experiences that would give her more knowledge on the subject than you. She shakes her head “no”, taken aback by your sudden mood shift.
Princess doesn’t seem interested in this minor tiff and continues on behind the divide and out of sight.
theblackstrawberry asked: um... what are you doing? If you don't stop yelling nonsense, I'm going to have to put a basket on your head...
Ha ha!
Actually, I like the sprint power. Reminds me of the Megamare X series!
((Wrong picture?))
Yes it was. Thank you for noticing! It’s fixed now.
theblackstrawberry asked: You've been playing Skyrim for a while... you might develop an addiction...
I don’t know what you’re-
Fush Row DAH!
Thank you!
If you really think my music is fantastic, how about a few more listens on this one?
Seriously. It took like twelve hours on my end alone. Forty plays? That’s a little depressing.
If you didn’t like it, let me know.
Anonymous asked: EYE EYE EYE EYE DO DO DODO DO DO DODO EYE EYE EYE EYE DO DO DODO DO DO DODO
Shoo be doo be doo~!
pegasuslyra-blog asked: It was supposed to be a table, but okay.
theblackstrawberry asked: Lyra, what are you up to today?
Just playing Skyrim again.
ask-fiw-pinkiepie-blog asked: Hey, Lyra! Do you know if bears dream? I bet that would make a excellent ingredient in the baking!
I imagine so, but bear dreams don’t possess any physical properties for use in cooking.
Anonymous asked: do you love boscov? if not can i make him into a furcoat?
You may not.
ask-fiw-pinkiepie-blog asked: CYOA : Break all the chairs then start a bonfire with them!
You stop at one of the chairs, fully intent upon smashing it for firewood and, reflecting on the knife musing from earlier, possibly a blunt weapon to use if need be. However, upon closer inspection you realize the chairs are all made of metal. Steel to be specific. The cushions are gone, likely removed long ago or stolen. You find the welding to be pretty high quality too. You also notice that the screws holding the back and sides together are made of a different material. Easily mistaken at this size for oxidized copper, the screws are actually made of jade. Incredibly significant because the use of jade as a building material is a feature found exclusively in Griffonian culture.
You quickly trot up to one of the shelves and notice the same thing! By this point you’ve drew the attention of the other two ponies, who stand by an opening into a backroom. You relay your findings to the pair. The “Princess” seems genuinely impressed! Fake Namy doesn’t appear to know whether or not to believe you.
You decide not to use your real name and introduce yourself as Lyra while trotting to catch up. It would have been clever, but the pegasus introduced herself as Fake Namy and the unicorn as Princess Celestia. Lot of good that did.
You ask if they have any food, and they both say no. The pegasus just flew up here in a matter of an hour, so didn’t bother. On the other hoof, the unicorn has been here since yesterday and already ate all of hers.
Not that you were actually planning on poisoning them, but useful to know considering that makes you the only one with any food left.
Thanks for the heads up! Consider it fixed!
Also, I’m glad you enjoy it!
Anonymous asked: The eye patch is the most distinct thing about the way he looks. Not to sound racist against bears or anything, but they seem pretty hard to tell apart.
Why does he has to have that added descriptor all? The ponies were all grouped together.
You turn away and hide your face as blood rushes to your cheeks. Flirt…? With them? You’ve never done that before. Certainly not with another mare, let alone two!
You steal a glance toward the pegasus. She’s smiling; must think this is still part of the act. She seems athletic, which is normal. Pegasus often are. Her mane and stance are somewhat… What’s the word? Butch? That’s a little crass… Oh well, it’ll have to do. Not like she can hear your thoughts.
You try to catch a glimpse of the unicorn, but all you see is her behind. It’s… nice? Ugh… This is stupid. You just aren’t attracted to either of them. However… The unicorn’s posture, the space between her steps; it’s not natural. She’s concentrating on her movements, as though she’s trying to conceal something about herself. You could be wrong, but you’re pretty good at this sort of thing.
You shake it off for now and trot up to and past the pegasus, giving a generic, informal salutation, as though you’ve done it a hundred times before. The pegasus seems willing to play along. The unicorn turns back with widened eyes. When you give her the same treatment, she reverts back to that annoyed look of hers and continues on, following behind you. The three of you head through the sizable doorway into the structure.
You were right. A large table sits as the prominent feature of the room. The figure you thought was a third pony was a large chair on the other end of the table. In fact, there’s lots of smaller chairs too, but you couldn’t make them out before. Looking around at some of the shelves, carvings on the walls, decorative weaponry, something stands out to you. You’re not huge on history, but these fixtures definitely look foreign.
The other two ponies pass you while you take in the room and head around the table to the other side of the hall.