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Hey all, sorry I haven't been doing all that much. Been doing other stuff, like helping create a pony convention! It'll be down in San Diego, and here is our promo video for it! I actually wrote the script for it, and it's so trippy to see something I wrote be animated and performed.


Pacific PonyCon Promo Video

Also, next month, I'll have my annual Halloween fic posted, and I'm so excited to share it with ya'll!
  • Listening to: "Hokum All Ye Faithful" by Sycamore Smith
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  • Watching: Key & Peele
  • Playing: Pokemon Alpha Sapphire
Poison Oak
Written by Closer-To-The-Sun (Joseph Noblit)

“Come on, Rarity, hurry up!” the excited unicorn filly called out as she hopped down from the fallen log to the dirty path. The neckerchief around her neck bounced lightly on the landing.

“You don’t have to be in such a rush, Sweetie Belle! I assure you that the entire Everfree Forest isn’t be going anywhere,” the grown unicorn was talking her time walking through the path. She wasn’t sure why she agreed to go with her sister for this hike through the Everfree Forest, but Rarity was just happy to see Sweetie Belle happy. They never got to do things like this all that much, and it was a nice change of pace.

Sweetie Belle seemed to be bouncing off the trees and everywhere else with her energy. This was a mixture of excitement of being out in the forest, but also being with Rarity. It wasn’t Rarity’s cup of tea to go out for trips like this, however due to her constant begging and pleading, Sweetie Belle was able to convince her sister to go. Of course, she only agreed with a few reservations.

“Quit being such a slow poke!” the filly stopped and turned to call out to her sister.

While looking at her, Sweetie Belle really saw just how much stuff that Rarity brought. To start, Rarity was wearing a sun hat to cover face and mane from the elements, a stylish cream-colored silk sweater that Sweetie Belle knew was one of her favorites, and a saddle bag filled with bug spray, a first aid kit, emergency supplies, and of course, their lunch.

“I’m not slow, I’m simply enjoy the scenery,” Rarity corrected as she caught up with her little sister. She paused for a moment to look up at the canopy of the trees where Celestia’s sun pierced through the branches and leaves. A smile appeared on her exhausted face. The critters on the trees seemed to be very busy with their own daily lives and content with their lives. “Simply marvelous, isn’t it?”

Sweetie Belle was also looking up at the same scene, “I guess it is. But I don’t think this is gonna get me my cutie mark.”

Rarity turned to the filly, “Please don’t tell me that’s the only reason why you brought me out here today.”

“Sorta,” she admitted.

Raising a hoof to her face, Rarity seemed she was about to say something. She stopped herself and took a moment to think before speaking, “Well, can you at least just enjoy the scenery? It is a very lovely day, after all and its not everyday somepony gets a chance to look at all the hidden wonders of Equestria.”

“Okay!” Sweetie Belle beamed as she then turned to look back up at the canopy. “What’s that thing right there?” she pointed to a woodland critter.

“That’s a squirrel, you should know that!” Rarity chuckled lightly.

“But I’ve never seen one like that.”

“Well, it could be a different kind of squirrel that we haven’t seen before. Fluttershy is much better at identifying animals than myself,” Rarity admitted.

The animal realized that it was being observed by the two unicorns. With a glance at them and quickly to the left and right, it took off and climbed higher into the tree and out of sight.

“I guess we startled the little critter,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Don’t worry, there are plenty of more animals throughout the forest.”

“Yay!” the filly shouted with excitement. With a hop in her trot, she took off down the path on her own, leaving Rarity behind.

“Sweetie Belle, wait for me!” she called out.

Her sister didn’t listen. She rushed down the trail, but eventually started to trot off the path and into some green plants that went up to her belly. She stopped to turn and wait for Rarity, “Come on! You’re too slow!”

When Rarity arrived and saw Sweetie Belle standing amongst the plants, her reaction was one of horror. “Sweetie Belle!”


“Don’t move, just stay still, I’ll be right there!”

The filly was puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

Rarity drew near but stopped at the edge of the plants. “Don’t be alarmed, but you’re standing in the middle of a patch of poison oak,” her voice was calm, despite that she was shouting only moments ago.

“Don’t you mean poison joke?”

“No, poison oak! There’s a big difference. Poison joke is a blue, flowering plant that plays a joke on those afflicted,” Rarity said, taking her saddle bag off and opening it up to pull out the first aid kit, “This is poison oak, a plant that secretes an oil that causes rashes on the coats of ponies.”

Sweetie Belle raised one of her front hooves and looked at it. The white coat was starting to turn red at a few spots. “It is starting to get itchy….”

“Don’t scratch it!” Rarity barked the order. She dug through the first aid kit and pulled out a bottle of liquid. “Just carefully come over here and out of the brush,” she added calmly.

Sweetie Belle did as she instructed. She took care with each step of her hooves. It took a little longer than she would have liked, but she was out of the poisonous plants. Her legs were covered with red spots from the plant.

“Oh dear, it looks pretty bad,” Rarity commented.

Sweetie Belle started to scratch at her limbs.

“Don’t scratch, it’ll only make it worse!”

“I can’t help it!” Sweetie Belle whined as she continued to scratch at her limbs.

Rarity gave Sweetie Belle the bottle, “Rub this on the affected areas.”

Taking the bottle, the filly did as her sister said, “What is this?”

“Soapy water mixed with some baking soda. It will clean and relieve you of some itching for a while,” Rarity said as she took out a washcloth from the first aid kit, “And I’ll wipe the water off of you, but we will still need to go home to treat you properly.”

Sweetie Belle gave a small smile, “I can feel it working a little.”

The mare gave a sigh of relief, “Good, now let me just wipe the water off of you.” Using her magic, Rarity lightly rubbed the washcloth across her sister’s legs, “That should get some of the oil off of you. Just don’t scratch anymore.”

“It’s still itchy….really itchy!” the filly cried, fighting the urge to scratch at her coat.

Rarity put the washcloth away in her first aid kit and closed it up. She then looked at Sweetie Belle who was obviously hurting, on the verge of crying, and wanting to scratch at her rash. An idea came to mind. She took off the sun hat that rested on her head, and then her sweater.

“What are you doing?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Here, put my sweater on,” she gave the sweater to her.

“Huh, why?”

“It will protect you if you try to scratch at your rashes. And, since it is made of silk, it will feel good on your coat,” Rarity explained.

Sweetie Belle pulled the sweater over her head. It was a bit big on her, but it fit nonetheless. The fabric felt wondrous on her coat. While she still had the urge to scratch at her rashes, the sweater seemed to act as shield against the irritation.

“Feeling better?”

The filly smiled and nodded, her curly mane bouncing.

Rarity smiled back, “Marvelous, now let’s get you home so we can get you cleaned up completely.”

The two started to trot back to Ponyville, and this time, Sweetie Belle was sure to not wander off the trail. The little pony seemed melancholic on the way back, however. She knew the sweater meant a lot to Rarity, and it made her sad that she might have just made it worthless.

“Hey, Rarity?”


“I’m sorry for ruining your favorite sweater,” Sweetie Belle hung her head as she trotted.

Rarity placed a hoof on her sister’s mane, lightly roughing her up, “No need to apologize, darling.”

“But it’s, like, your most favoritest sweater in all of Equestria!”

“That’s not something to really worry about.”

Sweetie Belle was confused, “What do you mean?”

“There are far more important things than fashion, Sweetie Belle, like family.”

Poison Oak

"I don't think that I ever loved you more." -Bright Eyes, "Poison Oak"

Another commissioned fic. This was a fun and little cute story to write.

Title: Poison Oak
Premise: Rarity and Sweetie Belle are spending some sisterly time together by hiking through the Everfree Forest. However, Sweetie Belle's carelessness causes her to come in contact with a poisonous plant.

The title of this short story is taken from the song "Poison Oak" by Bright Eyes, from the album 'I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning'.
All characters belong to My Little Pony (c) Hasbro
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic was made for television by Lauren Faust :iconfyre-flye:
Written by :iconcloser-to-the-sun:
This fan-fic was commissioned by :icongaryd12:

Goodbye Stranger
Written by Closer-To-The-Sun (Joseph Noblit)

This was it. The biggest convention of them all. Clash of the Cosmos Con. A must-attend for anypony who is a fan of the amazing sci-fi franchise. Every year, this Baltimare con draws ponies of all ages from all over Equestria, and even beyond. And just like the years before, the convention tries to one-up itself from before: a star-studded guest list, an amazing live concert, activities for all ages to enjoy, panels for just about anything, crazy parties and, of course, a spectacular vendors hall.

But behind every single thing that the convention offers, there are plenty of hard working ponies that do everything they can to make the experience great for everypony. And behind the vendor hall is Blank Canvas, currently stressed and running on almost nothing but caffeine and anxiety.

Blank Canvas was a white pegasus mare who loves working for the convention. She wouldn’t have signed up for this if she didn’t live and breathe the con scene. But this year had been extremely stressful for the mare, so much that she came close to pulling out her lilac and pink mane due to the extreme deadlines she was given. This didn’t stop her from finishing her task, however, the vendor hall looked spectacular. Canvas took pride in her work, and it shown in her tired blue eyes.

The hall had already opened for the first day and ponies already started their transactions. Canvas finally had some time to relax and figured she should do what everypony else was doing, just enjoy the convention. She started to trot around the floor. Amongst the fans, she saw everything that she came to know and love about conventions. Friends new and old discussing the franchise, cosplayers dressed up as their favorite characters, artists selling their works of art, vendors displaying fan-made projects that are in currently in the work, and so much more.

Canvas smiled to spoke softly to herself, “This is why I do it, to make others happy.”

White trotting down one of the aisles, it became almost impossible for the white pegasus to move with all of the traffic. While she thought of using her wings, Canvas noticed an empty aisle and quickly moved down the second she had an opening. She made it safely to the aisle. Taking a deep breathe to get her bearings, she noticed where in the vendor hall she was at: the fandom tables.

These tables didn’t sell anything, rather they existed for other conventions to advertise their own cons, maybe even sell a badge or two onsite. Canvas never understood exactly why one would do that, but it was their choice to do so.

Trotting down the nearly vacant row, she saw a number of different conventions being advertised. Cons for those who like to dress up like animals, the Daring Do series, certain types of comics, a cartoon that was made for foals but that also has a large grown up fanbase, and so much more. However, one table seemed to catch Canvas’ eye. At the far end, there was a table that had a single pony behind it. Only a cash box and a few flyers rested on the surface. The pegasus trotted up.

“Hello!” the white-coated earth mare spoke. Her blonde mane had a silver streak through it and her face was dotted with freckles.

“Hey,” Canvas spoke. Her voice was rough after having to bark orders for the last 24 hours, of which only two hours was devoted to sleep, but not back to back.

The earth pony’s face turned to concern as her green eyes looked at Canvas, “Are you doing okay? You seem a little tired.”

Canvas couldn’t help but chuckle at the at the tired comment, “It’s what I get for helping create this convention.”

“Oh! Are you one of the creators of the convention?” the earth pony’s smile returned accompanied with wide eyes.

The pegasus nodded with a weak smile, “Yeah, I’m in charge of all of this.” Canvas raised up her badge that hung from the lanyard around her neck, “I’m Blank Canvas. You can just call me Canvas.”

“Oh, alright! So you’re the Blank Canvas that I got a hold of for the booth!”

“Mhm, I like to correspond personally with each vendor,” Canvas paused a moment before she continued, “and….forgive me for me not remembering you.”

The earth pony giggled playfully, “No need to apologize, I understand you’re under a lot of pressure lately with this ginormous convention!” She stretched her limbs out as she spoke, as if she was trying to encompass the entire convention center in her embrace. “My name’s Charity!”

“Nice to meet ya face to face,” Canvas reached out to shake hooves with her.

Charity made contact and both smiled.

“So what’cha got here? Are you advertising a convention or something?” Canvas asked as she looked down at the booth.

Charity grabbed a flyer and passed it over to Canvas, “I’m here with the Pony Thank You Fund!”

The flyer was pretty simple. On it was a pony who looked as if they were presenting the text, which read ‘The Pony Thank You Fund. A non-profit dedicated to helping those less fortunate in anyway we can.’ There was some other text beyond that, but Canvas was too tired to continue.

“I remember seeing the name when organizing all of this, but I haven’t heard of you ponies before. Do you go to conventions a lot?”

“Well, yes and no,” Charity started, “we go to conventions a lot, but this our first Clash of the Cosmos Con, as well as my very first convention over all! I must admit, I didn’t know what I was expecting when I came here.”

Canvas seemed a little proud as she replied, “Well, not to brag, but we keep growing every year and I think this year this Cosmos Con will be talked about for a long time. We all put a lot of time and effort into this because of how much we just love the franchise.”

“Really? Is it that good? It seems so interesting!” Charity said.

“Wait, you haven’t watched Clash of the Cosmos?” Canvas was in disbelief.


“What about reading the novels or comics?”


“What about the games?”


“You at least saw the new film reboot, right?”

“Did that come out during the same weekend as ‘The Great Galloway’? I just love the visuals in that film.”

Canvas looked as if she was about to lose her cool. However, she stopped herself and took a deep breath and mumbled to herself, “I didn’t get mad when Hoof Beatz had the fire during the concert, I won’t get mad now.”

Charity could tell that she may have struck a nerve with the pegasus, “I’m truly sorry! I do plan to get into it soon, but this charity that I help is always first and foremost.”

“I guess this organization means a lot to ya, Charity?”

She nodded, “Mhm, you see, we help ponies in anyway we can, no matter how small it may seem to those on the outside, I know for a fact that each and every thing that we do greatly helps those in need.”

The pegasus was intrigued, “What are some things you ponies have done?”

Charity looked a bit unsure at first, but then something came to her mind. “Well, for one, during the fires that ravaged a portion of the Everfree Forest last year, we donated what we could those who lost homes in the area as well to organizations dedicated to help restoring the habitats of the animals who live there.”

“I remember reading about that. The damage was really bad, wasn’t it?” Canvas thought back.

“Mhm,” the earth pony nodded, her mane bounced gently, “We did everything we could to help. A number of us even went out there to do what we could with rebuilding. One pony in particular built a family a brand new home all by himself!”

“That’s really amazing to hear.”

“And this year, we have a special cause that we are helping. We are funding cancer research.”


“Yup. Foal cancer to be more exact. We’re striving for a day where no foal has to be told they only have five years to live,” Charity’s demeanor seemed to change when she said that. The bubbly personality was replaced with something more somber.

Canvas raised a hoof to her mouth, “Goodness.”

The smile returned to Charity’s face, “Sorry, didn’t mean to get all gloomy there.”

“It’s okay. It’s just….it’s just that’s really powerful to think about. I can’t imagine being told something so….devastating,” Canvas tried to think, but could only get so far before shivering.

“I can. It happened to me.”


Charity placed her hooves on her mane and lowered her head. As if it were nothing, the mane came off to reveal that it was a wig and Charity was, in fact, bald on her head.

“Oh my Celestia….”

With that bubbly and bright smile, Charity laughed, “Heh heh, surprise.”

“I….I had no idea….”

“Well, that is the idea of the wig, silly.”

Canvas could only look at Charity. She was at a lost for words as she looked at this earth pony. Her head was completely smooth save for a scar that rested slightly to the right of the center of her head. Despite this, the mare smiled on. Her freckled cheeks seemed to make her smile bigger and brighter.

“You had cancer?”

Adjusting the wig in her hooves, the earth mare nodded, “About nine years back, they found something weird when I went in for a check up with my mom. A few months later, they told me I had a brain tumor and I had five years to live, if I was lucky. That’s not something you tell a little filly, especially to one that still didn't know their special talent.” Charity flipped the mane back up onto her head, making her look just as she did when Canvas first saw her.

“I’m….I’m so sorry….”

“Why are you sorry?” Charity’s voice was still sunny, “Not like you did anything to me. I was just given a bad hoof of cards, ya know? My dad always told me to not let that stop me from playing. And five surgeries and eight years later, I’m still here!” She looked proud about that statement, and Canvas could tell that it’s because she have lived it.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how have things been for you. Since….you know, learning about the cancer?” Canvas asked carefully.

Charity was quiet for a moment before answered, “When I was a little, I just thought that all of Equestria was fighting against me. And now, I still believe that. But I don’t just curl up into a ball in cry. I fight back. You can’t just give up. And from that fighting dumb disease, I’ve learned a lot since then, and it’s to not get hung up on the little things, or even the big things. There are far more important things.”

Canvas raised an eyebrow, “Like what?”

“Friends, family, all of ponykind, all life for that matter. We are all here to live our life, right? Let’s help each other out. So what if we all don’t see eye to eye on all issues or belief the same things? I personally don’t care what others do with the little time that they got on this planet, as long as they don’t hurt anypony and do what they can to help others in need.”

The pegasus smiled, “We certainly need more ponies who think like you. Perhaps if they went through what you did.”

“No,” the statement was firm, “no pony should experience what I had to. We all have our personal giants, and I don’t anyone to face mine.”

“Well, you certainly were brave slaying that giant,” Canvas nodded, “Can I ask you one more thing?”

Charity smirked, “Is it about my mane?”

Canvas rubbed the back of her neck at the bluntness, “Eh heh, actually yes. Do you miss it?”

“I knew that the chemo would take it temporarily, but apparently it took it permanently. Sure, I miss it. But so what? Life is more than about a single mare’s mane. It’s about helping others. At least that’s how I see it.”

With a final nod, Canvas pulled her wallet out, “Well, thank you very much for coming to our convention, Charity, and for sharing your story with me. Allow me to make a donation.”

“Oh, please, thank you for listening to me! I was so scared of coming here alone to represent the organization and you just made my day by stopping by!”

Canvas pulled out a number of bits and placed them on the table. “Here you are,” she stated, “one donation for the Pony Thank You Fund.”

Charity quickly counted the coins in front of her, “Twenty-five bits? For real?” She seemed in disbelief.

“You said it yourself, it’s for funding cancer research. And pardon by French, but buck cancer,” Canvas’ statement was filled with conviction.

“That’s the spirit!” Charity gathered the coins and placed them in the cash box with a smile, “Thank you very much!”

“No, thank you again for sharing,” Canvas took a business card out of her wallet. “May I borrow that pen for a moment?” She quickly scribbled something on the back before passing it off to Charity.

“What’s this?”

“My business card. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to get a hold of me. And, if you don’t happen to have any plans tonight, allow me to treat you to a beer at Baltimare’s best ale house.”

Charity’s face beamed, “Sounds great!”

“Great! Just give me a call when you’re done here in the vendor hall.”

“Will do!”

“I have some other things to take care of, but I’m looking forward to tonight! Bye!” Canvas quickly trotted away, waving to her new acquaintance.

Charity waved by to the pegasus as well before looking down at the business card she just got. On the front, there was the basic contact information for Blank Canvas as well as her position in the convention. She turned it over and noticed that she had written a cell phone number and a small message: ‘thank you for sharing!’ The inscriptions were accompanied with a small scribble of a heart.

Goodbye Stranger

"And I will go on shining,/Shining like brand new,/I'll never look behind me,/My troubles will be few." -Supertramp , "Goodbye Stranger"

This fan-fic, believe it or not, is a commission for someone. He actually commissioned a few from me. Anyway, he asked for a shipping of mascots, so I did.

Title: Goodbye Stranger
Premise: At one of the biggest conventions in the fandom, Blank Canvas is running on empty. While going around the vendor hall that she helped set up, she starts up a conversation with a pony behind a booth.
Canvas wasn't expecting the conversation that she was about to have.

The title of this short story is taken from the song "Goodbye Stranger" by Supertramp, from the album 'Breakfast in America'.
All characters belong to My Little Pony (c) Hasbro
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic was made for television by Lauren Faust :iconfyre-flye:
Written by :iconcloser-to-the-sun:
This fan-fic was commissioned by :icongaryd12:
Blank Canvas is a mascot of BronyCon.
Charity is the mascot of the "The Brony Thank You Fund".

Father And Son
Writtten By Closer-To-The-Sun (Joseph Noblit)

I was in my room before it all started. I was packing a few things for the whole thing. Sure, I was going to be here in Canterlot for the boot camp, but that doesn’t mean I will have the luxury of having a bed at home. I’ll be having to live with the rest of the recruits in the barracks.

Staring into my open bag, I noticed how little I could really take with me. Only some clothing, hygiene stuff, and not much personal items.

The sound of hoofsteps in the hallway broke me out of my daze. I looked up from my packing to see my dad was standing in the doorway.

“Hey, Shining Armor. What are you doing?” he asked. I hadn’t told him yet.

I froze. I couldn’t say anything.

Instead of waiting for me to answer, his gaze went down to my bed. Along with the open bag, there were a few brochures and other pieces of parchment about the Royal Guard on my mattress. He quickly put two and two together. “What is this?” he asked in a firm voice. Using his magic, he levitated one of the brochures up to my line of sight.

“I….I’m going….to join the Royal Guard,” I somehow managed to speak. It felt as if I had reach deep within me to pull the words out.

“Are you mad?” It wasn’t the exact response I was expecting from him, but it was about what I had imagined how he would react: calm indignation, “Why in Celestia’s name would you want to join the Royal Guard?”

“I want to do something with my life, something that I can be proud of,” I answered, looking to the side of him, not wanting to be caught in his glare.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad take another look at the brochure. His rage had gone down, but I still could tell that he was still not happy with me, “This is a big decision, Shining Armor. Why did you have to make this choice on your own?”

“Mom is supportive of it, I’ve already talked to her about it."

“Look at me.”

I did. I knew better than to not.

“Is she really?” His voice was stern.

I sighed and shook my head, “No….well, kinda. She’s really worried about it.”

He continued, “And that’s why I don’t want you to join either. I’m worried about you. We all are.” While he was still rigid in his demeanor, his words were far more compassionate and his face reflected this.

Looking down at the different literature about the Royal Guard, I spoke in a soft tone, “But I want to serve. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for as long as I can remember.”

I was excepting to be scolded by my dad right then and there. Instead, he was quiet. I looked back up at him. For a moment, he looked back at me before he turned to look around my room. His gaze was fixated at the stuff that I had posted on the wall next to my bed. “Can you come over here, son?” he asked in a calm tone, with no hint of strictness.

Obeying, I trotted around my bed and stood next to my dark blue-coated dad. He didn’t say anything when to arrived. He continued to stare at the items on my wall. Pictures of us as a family on vacation in Seaddle, a photo from my flugelhorn recital, a poster of Bruce Springsteed’s album ‘Born In Equestria’, a crayon drawing that my little sister Twilight Sparkle drew for me, a photo from the dance where Cadence and I fell in love, and plenty of other stuff from over the years.

I still didn’t understand why my dad called me over. I was about to say something until he moved his head and looked around at the rest of my room.

Following suit, I took a look around my room. The first thing I really took notice of was that my room was a complete mess. I’m sure my dad took notice of that too. But other things stood out as well; a collection of guides and monster manuals for 'Oubliettes and Ogres' on my bookshelf along with my dice and figurines, my flugelhorn (which I hate to admit but I still enjoy practicing), the model of the spaceship Equestreprise from Star Trot, and a stack of cassette tapes (including my favorite one by The Mystic Knights Of The Electric Stable).

I was the one who broke the silence between us, “Wow, I never realized it before, but I sure have a lot of crap in here.”

This was enough to make my dad smile and laugh. My dad wasn’t made of stone, in fact he was very loving, but I’ve never seen him be so candid before.

“Shining Armor, let me just say that I’m proud of who you are,” he started, as he turned to me. Our eyes met and I could tell this was one of those stallion-to-stallion talks. “I remember when you were a little colt, trotting around this house with an overturned cardboard box on your head, claiming to be the captain of the Royal Guard.”

His words made me really embarrassed, “Uhh….geez, dad….”

He laughed again, “But I guess I never wanted to believe that one day you would go and make that change.” His expression changed to one that almost seemed melancholic, “Growing up and going off to the Royal Guard. You’re becoming a fine stallion, talented, smart, got yourself a special somepony, and now already looking toward the future. I fear that this is all going too fast.”

We paused for a moment. The silence of my bedroom didn’t offer comfort for either of us. To counter it, I spoke, “To be honest, I sort of feel the same way.”

The stillness returned. The only noise that was made for the next few minutes was the squeaking of my mattress when he sat down on it. While I couldn’t see or hear anything, I’m sure there was a lot going through my dad’s head. I had only seen him like this once before, and that was when he was helping Twily study for her entrance exam for Princess Celestia’s Academy.

He finally spoke, “You really have your heart set on this, huh?"

“Yeah, it’s this yearning that I can’t fight. It’s just too hard to ignore it,” I answered.

Dad retorted quickly in an almost pleading manner, “But why don’t you take your time and think about it?”

“I have thought about it. For years.” Now it was as if we were both pleading to each other, “I just know it’s the right thing for me.”

“Are you sure though?” he stood back up to his hooves, “Remember when you wanted to become a famous martial artist after you saw Buck Lee in that movie? For weeks you tried to copy him, but you failed each time until you eventually gave up. I’m just saying that you’ll still be here tomorrow, but your dreams might not be.”

I raised a hoof to my face and tried to hide some of my shame, “Oh geez….I remember that. Can’t believe I was such a dork….”

My dad chuckled a little at my reaction. He changed the subject for both our sakes, “I just want to make sure you understand what you are getting yourself into. You’re my son, and I support whatever you plan on doing, even if it’s going to make me worry about you non-stop.”

Without a second thought, I said what was on my heart, “I’m positive this is what I want to do.”

He smiled at me, something I always enjoyed seeing. “Well, I guess I can’t change your mind anymore than I can change Twily’s mind when it comes to buying books.”

I smiled at both my dad’s approval and his comment, “Thanks, dad.”

“Hold on a second,” he said before trotting out of my room. About twenty second later, he returned with a piece of parchment being levitated by his magic. “Boot camp is a nightmare from what I’m told, so I want you to take this.”

He lowered the parchment into my bag, on top of everything else. I recognized the photo immediately. It was of the four of us getting a family portrait done together. I remember the day too, it was right after Twily had gotten her cutie mark and we all saw it as a time to celebrate.

“Just remember, Shining Armor, we all are proud of you no matter what you do. Your mother, Twilight Sparkle, and myself. And we are here for you whenever you need us, kiddo.”

He hadn’t called me ‘kiddo’ in a long time. It was enough for me to wrap my limbs around him for a hug, which he returned. I tried my hardest to not shed a tear, but I’m only a pony after all.

“Thank you, dad.”

Father And Son

"But take your time, think a lot,/Why, think of everything you've got./For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not." -Cat Stevens, 'Father And Son'

Here's something I wrote for Father's Day. There's also a ton of 80s references hidden, can you find them?

Title: Father And Son
Premise: As he is packing, Shining Armor is confronted by his father about his decision to join the Royal Guard. Will he approve of this?

The title of this short story is taken from the song "Father And Son" by Cat Stevens, from the album 'Tea for the Tillerman'.
All characters belong to My Little Pony (c) Hasbro
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic was made for television by Lauren Faust :iconfyre-flye:
Written by :iconcloser-to-the-sun:

This Too Shall Pass
Written By Closer-To-The-Sun (Joseph Noblit)

"You ordered a cherry muffin and a café mocha, that comes to four bits please."

"Yes, here you are," the elderly mare shuffled around as he placed the currency on the counter next to the register.

The pony behind the counter pressed a few buttons and the machine made noise as it accepted the charge. The transaction was complete.

The elderly pony excited the shop into the early morning, leaving the stallion alone in the shop with one other individual. The cream colored stallion looked at his other guest, seated at the counter. He had seen this purple unicorn many times before, coming in to the donut shop late at night with her books, parchment, and other scholarly items as she buried herself in knowledge. Often he would ask his manager about this odd pony, but he was told to let her be. After all, she would always purchase something as she would be up to her horn in her studies.

As he got closer, he noticed how she had enveloped herself in dark purple hooded sweater, with the hood covering her mane and ears as if she was trying to seal herself off from the world so she could get work done. At her hooves, there were a few open books, quills at the ready should any notes be needed, and an empty mug pushed to the far side of her workspace.

"Freshen your coffee, ma'am?" the stallion asked. His voice echoed through air of the empty shop.

The unicorn mare didn't respond. Her mind was elsewhere.

Clearing his throat, he tried to get her attention.

The purple pony jolted her head up at the noise, making eye contact. She made a startled sound, "Wha?!"

"Coffee? Would you like me to top you off?" the stallion repeated.

Her eyes returned down, looking at the books and parchment in front of her, and then eventually she found the coffee mug. Seeing it was empty, she finally gave an answer, "Oh, sorry, yes please."

Using his magic the unicorn stallion moved the coffee pot over and filled it up. "Burning the midnight oil, I see. Got a big test tomorrow?"

With a stretch and a yawn, the purple pony replied, "No, I just want to get a head start on what we will be covering in my class next week. We started studying some advance types of magic and I wanted to learn more about some of them. Like how so magic dwells within certain objects, like the fabled Lost Masks of Maryans, said to possess the wearer." The pony pointed to an image in one of the open books showing one of the supposed masks, "I just find it so fascinating of how an object can hold powerful magic that can rival Princess Celestia's own abilities. It's almost like something out of Daring Do."

The stallion seemed lost at the mare's words, "Huh, well, glad somepony finds it of interest."

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to get carried away," the purple pony was visually embarrassed.

With a shrug, the stallion brushed it aside, "Don't worry about it. I'm just kinda happy that you spoke. I've seen you come in this donut shop in the middle of the night with books and paper so many times that I didn't know what to make of you."

"Oh, heh, well, just a normal school filly is all," the pony spoke with a forced smile, "A school filly who is working her flank of to make sure she doesn't fail."

The last statement caught the stallion's attention. After returning the coffee pot to it's original hope, he shifted his interest to his only customer, "Bad grades? If it makes you feel better, I wasn't the best student myself."

Gasping, the mare, looked up at the sever. "Did you get a B+? If I ever get one of those, I would never be able to forgive myself! I mean, a demerit like that on my record, the thought of it is just awful!"

"Huh? No, no, I actually dropped out of college. Really, the only thing I ever was good as was cooking," he stated, "Explains why I'm here working the graveyard shift."

The purple pony seemed visually shocked that anypony would willingly drop out of education.

"But enough about that, why are you so worked up of getting something like a B+? It's still a solid grade."

"I can't. I....just can't have something like that haunting me. That's why I have to study hard and perform well. For my parents, myself, and Princess Celestia."

The stallion's eyes widened as he heard the last name, "Princess Celestia? You're part of her private academy? You really have to have a good head attached to ya if you're learning from her."

"I want to do well. So....I can't do anything less than perfection."

"That's a big hurdle you set up for yourself," the stallion commented, "You sure that's not too much for you?"

The purple pony ignored the question as she took a drink of her coffee and returned to her studies.

A couple minutes of silence passed as the two resumed their activities. The mare dove horn first back into the world of facts and figures, while the stallion started to clean the large counter in preparation of more customers, wanting coffee and donuts. The morning as still young and Celestia's sunrise was still at least an hour and a half away. The stillness was deafening between the two and only broke once or twice when the stallion would softly hum to himself as she cleaned the counter with a rag.

Eventually, his cleaning brought him to the mare again.

He was about to ask if she could move, but he paused for a moment. He then he said something else, "Hey, kid."

Without lifting her head or any other acknowledgement of the stallion, she spoke, "My name is Twilight Sparkle, and I'm not a kid."

"Fine, Twilight. In that case, you can call me Donut Joe, everypony else does. Anyway, are you really worried about not living up to all of those expectations you have set?"

The mare didn't move from her position for a few seconds before speaking, "Can I order something to eat?"

"Sure, what will ya have?"

"Pie," she answered, looking up at Joe, "Apple."

"Apple Pie, the cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast."

"It's three in the morning, I hardly think this counts as breakfast," Twilight added before taking a drink of her coffee.

Donut Joe trotted to the glass case that held the donuts, cakes, muffins, and all the other baked goods, including the apple pie that Twilight requested.

"A la mode?"

"No need, just the slice by itself."

Joe returned with the slice on a plate, lowering it on top of a few pieces of scratch paper in front of the purple pony, "Sorry it's not all that fresh."

Twilight mumbled something under her breath, possibly a thank you, as she used her magic to levitate the fork to take her first bite of the pie.

"Lemme tell ya something, Twilight Sparkle. I think you're nuts with all of this goals stuff you have set for yourself."

The purple pony was quiet as she took another bite.

"You're freaking out over something that's not a perfect score. That has to be unhealthy for you, at least mentally if not physically."

"How can it be physically unhealthy?" she asked.

Joe pointed to her plate. "You're in a donut shop at three in the morning eating pie and drinking coffee. If that's not messing with your body, I don't know what else could be."

Twilight looked down at her slice of pie. She was lowered the fork with her magic and finished the food in her mouth.

"Look, I'm just voicing my concern," Joe insisted.

With a sigh, Twilight shot back, "Do you really think I'm going to take any advice from some college dropout?"

The statement visually hit Joe. Before he retorted, he held his tongue.

Twilight continued, "I don't mean to be rude, but look at yourself, you're a waiter in a donut shop working nights. I don't believe I should really be taking any advice about life from somepony who serves me pie and coffee. Can you really say that you're happy with your life?"

"Can you?"

The reversed question surprised Twilight. Unable to provide an answer, she levitated the fork and took another bite of her pie.

"We all have our dreams. We all have this ideal map of what our life will be like. I was supposed to be a pastry chef, a patissier. I wanted to be chef who made fine desserts for the royalty here in Canterlot, be known throughout Equestria for my wonderful creations, having ponies traveling far and wide to have the chance to taste something that I created. I wanted this more than anything, to be an unparalleled chef."

Twilight watched on as Joe spoke. It was apparent he was sharing from his heart and it humbled the purple mare. "What happened, if you don't mind me asking that is," she edged on, wanting to know more.

"Life. Life simply happened. It can't be helped I guess, but I guess I'm lucky to have a job where I still get to make something that I enjoy," Joe seemed to give a small smile, but the cream colored stallion forced it. "Can I ask you something in return?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Why are you so scared?"


"Of failing," he elaborated, "Why are you scared of failing?"

"Oh, uh, well I'm worried about that if I fail, everything I've worked so hard for will be all for nothing and then...."

"And then?" Joe edged on.

"....I don't know."

Joe gave a soft chuckle, "I'll give you a possible spoiler, Twilight. I'm living proof of everything be okay after failure. It's not the end of Equestria."

Twilight looked away from the conversation, "It sure feels like it."

"But it's natural to be scared. Heck, if you weren't scared I'd say there's something wrong with you. Life is pretty darn scary, even for a schoolpony as yourself."

"I just don't want to be a failure, after everything everypony has done for me," Twilight looked down at the half-eaten pie in front of her.

"So what if you fail? Failure is not the end!" the stallion's voice was one of strength and conviction, "As long as you keep your head up high and keep pushing toward your dream, you're on the right track! Never give up on that hope."

The mare looked up slightly from the books, papers, and plate. A small, hopeful by cautious smile was on her lips.

The stallion continued, "There is no fate but what we make. An old friend from school used to say that to me all the time."

"That's so cliché," Twilight commented.

"Didn't say it wasn't. I'm saying it's true."

With a small giggle, she added, "And in that case, I guess all of those old pony tales that are filled with clichés are also true."

"Don't know about that, but sure, if you want to say that." Joe returned to his rag and started to continue the cleaning.

Twilight took a few more bites of her dessert, "Maybe I'm worrying too much about being perfect with my studies. But I need to do well, I just have to."

"Well, just remember that you're still a kid. There's still a lot you don't know, and that's fine. Take your time and think. And don't forget to have fun and just be you."

"I guess it never dawned on me to just relax and have fun," the purple unicorn mused as she finished her piece of pie, "Guess I was too caught up in my studies to see that."

"Don't feel bad, we all have our fair share of problems in our own lives," the stallion paused in his cleaning to continue his thought, "Life is a grand and interesting voyage to someplace. We might have had a plan to end up in one place, but we might end up somewhere we never thought we would."

"The princess herself couldn't have said it better herself," Twilight gave a warm smile

Joe returned the smile, "And with that statement, I hope you do well in the princess' academy. And remember you don't have to do this alone. You got somepony rooting for you, even if it's just somepony who's refilling your coffee."

With a sigh, Twilight nodded, "Thanks for the vote of confidence. Just never thought I'd be talking about this with a donut maker at three in the morning"

"You can find kindred spirits anywhere, kid. Just remember, this too will pass."

This Too Shall Pass
"Let it go this,/Too shall pass." -OK Go, 'This Too Shall Pass'

Another item I wrote for Everfree, this time for the Iron Author. The three items they gave us were "mask", "a voyage", and "one brief, shining moment". I did alright, some of the judges admitted they liked how I did Donut Joe, but they felt I kinda forced and stretched a few things.

Title: This Too Shall Pass
Premise: In the early morning hours, it's up to a donut chef to console a stressed out student who is scared of what the future might hold. Will he even be able to relate to the purple unicorn?

The title of this short story is taken from the song "This Too Shall Pass" by OK Go, from the album 'Of the Blue Colour of the Sky'.
All characters belong to My Little Pony (c) Hasbro
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic was made for television by Lauren Faust :iconfyre-flye:
Written by :iconcloser-to-the-sun:



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*(Not true, but I do try to get art up everyday)

- Pencil Artist (not that great at that)
- Trying to learn GIMP
- Gamer
- Pokemon fan
- Otaku
- College Student
- Brony
- Nerd
- Not perfect in the least
- Enjoys a cup of tea every so often
- Enjoys comedy, horror, sci-fi, and all other types of genres
- Geek
- Member of The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints (also known as Mormon)
- Born in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba
- Former Boy Scout, with the rank of Eagle
- Supports LGBT movements (some of my best friends fall in these categories)
- Favorite Anime characters, in this order: Yotsuba from Yotsuba&!, Kirino from Bamboo Blade, Totoro from My Neighbor Totoro, Snoozer from Hamtaro, Kagami from Lucky Star, Ritsu from K-ON!
- Plays guitar and bass among other instruments (trombone, flute, drums, various percussion, and piano to name a few)
- Writes all types of genres
- Ska enthusiast
- Believes Magneto was right
- Majored in history and secondary education in college
- Proudly watches My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
- Draws requests for free
- Listens to a vast amount of music (Currently at 67 Gigs worth, and still growing)
- Favorite Pokemon go in this order: Teddiursa, Squirtle, Ralts, Munchlax, Absol, Celebi
- Former Cosplayer
- Favorite Five Ponies are (and in order): Applebloom, Rarity, 80s Cheerilee, Twilight Sparkle, Doctor Whooves
- Favorite Meme is: Sweetie Belle Derelle
- If you watch me or fav any of my deviations, I will thank you personally, regardless if you want me to or not Okay, since it has become really taxing to do this lately, I would still like you all to know my gratitude for faving, watching, and everything.
- Enjoys singing (and I would say I'm not that bad, though I can't hit the high note in Boston's "More Than A Feeling" or Freddie's super high note in Queen and Bowie's "Under Pressure") Account:…
Twitter: (Don't use it all that much)
Current Residence: SoCal
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Ska, Metal, Classic Hip-Hop, Punk, Electronica, Alternative, Reggae, Jazz, really just about anything save a few certain artists I loath.
Operating System: Mac, Windows, and Linux
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Personal Quote: "Und wir sind dann Helden, gerade fr einen tag."
Hey all, sorry I haven't been doing all that much. Been doing other stuff, like helping create a pony convention! It'll be down in San Diego, and here is our promo video for it! I actually wrote the script for it, and it's so trippy to see something I wrote be animated and performed.


Pacific PonyCon Promo Video

Also, next month, I'll have my annual Halloween fic posted, and I'm so excited to share it with ya'll!
  • Listening to: "Hokum All Ye Faithful" by Sycamore Smith
  • Reading: Birthright
  • Watching: Key & Peele
  • Playing: Pokemon Alpha Sapphire

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AleximusPrime Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey dude, I heard you were at BronyCon and wanted to see me so sorry we didn't get to meet.  I think I might have seen you there at least once judging by the photos you have of yourself...
Closer-To-The-Sun Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Yeah, was kinda hoping to run into you since I know we're on opposite ends of the country (though I think you went to Everfree once when I was working, though that's all I do at that con now, not that I'm complaining). But yeah, I guess you found DW and chatted with him about that. And yeah, I was wearing my punk vest the whole time, though I was mostly in the vendor hall advertising for another con. Still, glad to see you had fun out there. Maybe we can hang next time I head to the East Coast or whatever.
AleximusPrime Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I actually wasn't at Everfree but I'd love to be able to afford it someday
Closer-To-The-Sun Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Volunteering there is always a good way of saving some cash when going. I started doing it to keep my cost down, now I'm one of the department heads....I think that sort of backfired on me, but I love my job there.

Anyway, yeah, just wanted to say hi since we had connected online way back when. Even though I more or less moved on to FimFiction and only doing so much art and stuff now a days, it'd still be cool if we met face to face.
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Happy Birthday.
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