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  2. Skye

    Just as a note...

    By Skye,

    If anyone wants to ask me questions about what I see during my travels, I will most definitely do my best to answer them! In fact, having questions about what I see will definitely allow me to tailor my letters to the Princess. I will always make sure in my previous letter to indicate where I am headed so you may know ahead of time. Please! Ask me questions!
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  3. Skye
    Oh, I’m so glad you asked! Actually, we perytons have a rich and colorful history. There have been many different theories about what we really are or where we really come from. There is a short and a long answer, but I’ll give you the medium answer!
    On the surface, we’re simply winged deer. But we’re so much more than that. As with many other mythical creatures, we have both a negative and positive past. Just like unicorns, we’re both to be feared and sought for! There’s been many different ‘descriptions’ of what we look like, but have you ever seen the wikipedia for sea serpents? Egad!
    But no matter what you may have heard, I’m not the lost soul of a sailor, I’m not here to eat your heart, and I’m not the enemy of unicorns. But I do have a little trick I do with dreams!
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  5. Skye
    kudalyn:


    IVE REACHED 800 FOLLOWERS WHEEEEE how did i get that many where did you all come from. 
    anyways yeah!!! i’ve never done a giveaway before but I figured I could do something for my 800 cause it’s a p big milestone! I chose doing pixel art for the prizes cause it’s relatively easy and enjoyable for me to do still, so I shouldn’t put it off.
    Here are the prizes:First Place: A full-coloured pixel sprite, non animated and transparent, of a character of your choice. 
    Second Place: Two (2) small pixel meenies, non animated and transparent, of 2 characters of your choice.


    AND here are DA RULEZ (they’re slightly strict but I don’t want this to get out of hand please be respectful)You MUST be following me - I will check when I pull the numbers for the winners, if you are not following me I will discard your number and draw again.
    ONE REBLOG ONLY - no likes or multiple reblogs please, I want to keep this simple and sweet.


    Closing date for this is July 22nd, 2013 at midnight, EST. Only a week, cause I don’t want it to get outta hand, yaknow?
    Okeedoke, I hope this works well! Please be respectful and follow da rules and stuff, thank ye uwu
    Kooda Art is awesome and totally worth checking out!
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  6. Skye

    What the hay is a industrial?

    By Skye,

    Well, my dear, there are several meanings to ‘Industrial’. If you are referring to the body piercing, it is a type of piercing with any two holes connected by the same piece of jewelry, also known as a scaffold piercing.
    As a verb, it refers to anyone who is being particularily busy, as in an ant or termite. In reference to music, it is an abrasive and aggressive fusion of rock and electronic music. Oont Oont Oont!
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  9. Skye
    Oh, well, certainly not the air. I would find marshmallows would be very hard to breathe, getting stuck in your nose and all. Oh, you mean a social law! Well, uhm, then I think I’d make it illegal to dip french fries in a milkshake. That’s just unnatural!
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  10. Skye
    frostbackscat:


    mickeymouskovich:
    “Your hair is red. That’s my second favourite colour.”
    “What’s your first favourite colour?”
    “Reflective.”
    “Is that technically a colour though?”
    “It is if I say so. I control words, they don’t control me. Now I imagine you want to touch my muscles. You may want to use both hands, they’re quite large.”
    This is why I want to meet Gaston so bad
    No one can say cheesy lines like Gaston!
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  15. Skye

    Dear Princess Celestia 12/2

    By Skye,

    Dear Princess Celestia,
    Today I finally arrived in Hoofington and thus begins my official exploration of Equestria and the lands beyond. While I actually will not be exploring the lands beyond the sea just yet, I felt that Hoofington was a good place to start. It’s a nice little town, the population is actually a little bit larger than Ponyville as I’m sure you know. You may be interested to know that my initial appearance here sparked outrage before they realized that I was not, in fact, the return of Trixie. If I should come across her in my travels, I should like to have a word with her. From what I’ve heard, she’s a good show pony but her tact and ego apparently leave much to be desired.
    Hoofington has some taller buildings than Ponyville, though because of its proximity to Seasaddle Bay and the waters beyond, many of the ones on the shore are on what the locals call stilts. Stilts! Can you believe this? I have been told that it’s for when the waters rise during a storm surge, to prevent the houses from floating away. What a clever idea! I shall have to remember this, it could come in handy somewhere. Many of the houses here are decorated with pretty seashells, some of which even remind me of your mane. When you hold one up to your hear, you can hear the ocean, no matter where you are. That’s true magic, indeed!
    A delicious dish they have down here is something they call a fruit kebab. If you have never tried one, I highly recommend it! Though I would also recommend you stay away from the ones that have spicy peppers on them. I am assured that the combination of spicy and sweet is very tasty, my watering eyes and sour stomach later would disagree. Yet the grilled pineapple and peach had a very nice smoky aftertaste that I’m sure you would enjoy, particularily when dipped in chocolate.
    I did not have the opportunity to try very many other dishes as I certainly had to move on. I’ve already spent three days here, and apparently my species is as scarce here as it is in Ponyville. I have already recieved two offers for my antlers, and one of them even offered to help speed up the falling off process. What a pity for them that my antlers do not fall off during the winter, unlike my more mundane cousins. Nor can I fly, though I have had to demonstrate how quickly I can run when confronted by too-curious townsfolk.
    All in all, I would recommend at least a vacation retreat to the town of Hoofington to your Majesty, as well as possibly the occasional visit. While I am told that the storms here can be quite fierce on account of their proximity to water, the Seasaddle Bay is a wonderful place to take a dip (as they call it), and the feeling of the salty water in your hide is actually quite refreshing when you remove it during bathing later. Something about the air definitely has agreed with my nostrils too, and that pesky sneeze I picked up early this Fall has not followed me here.
    My next report shall concern Rarity. The Element of Generosity, Rarity has quite frequently at times demonstrated this in her treatment of her friends. Though it is very peculiar and difficult to separate true generosity when she also devotes herself to a venture designed to bring herself a reward as well, nevertheless this unicorn outshines even herself from time to time. Rarity’s fashion sense is without parallel, and you may even be surprised to know that I prefer her outfits to many I have seen from Hoity Toity’s shop. I’m sure he has likely shivered somewhere without knowing why as a result of my writing that.
    Her additional talent of seeking gems (Or perhaps, I should say, her primary talent) comes in very handy during her outfit making. I have never seen a unicorn integrate gemstones into clothing as beautifully as she does! Her attitude often contrasts the beauty she displays in her work, making it often difficult to know how to handle her. I have personally witnessed one meltdown after another over the smallest of things, while also having seen her as a pillar of strength when she needs to be. Her sister, Sweetie Bell, has such a fawning adoration of her big sister, and I am reminded to tell you of the Cutie Mark Crusaders having found my cave in Whitetail Wood sometime.
    Her treatment of Sweetie Bell could use more guidance. Only recently I have learned that she participated in the Sisterhooves Social games held in Sweet Apple Acres, though I did not get the chance to watch. My sister, Stormy, has not been around in quite some time and even if she were, I doubt she would deign to make an appearance even for my sake. I was surprised to hear that Rarity hid in a mud pit for the better part of five minutes, right before a race started, where she traded places with Applejack! Though she did not begin the race with Sweetie Bell, she certainly finished in second place with her sister, proving that when she’s put on the right track she can show with the best ponies.
    With more guidance from Your Majesty as well as her friends, I’m certain Rarity will grow more into the generous mare I know she will become someday. She still has many growing pains to endure, as we all do, and her learning experiences with her sister will certainly be quite different from Applejack’s experiences with Applebloom. It is a pity that Scootaloo’s sister has not been readily found, and if I had more time, I should have tried to cultivate more her relationship with Rainbow Dash, or perhaps a more reliable Pegasus Pony as a role model. Unfortunately, I must cut my letter short here, or my friend will find herself unable to deliver this volume in a timely manner.
    And so I close, and I will send you a letter the next week from my visit in Roam. I hear this city rivals Manehattan, and I am looking forward to my arrival there.
    Yours Truly,
    Skye
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  16. Skye
    <p>Perytons cannot fly, my dear Blueberry Blossom. We do have wings and we can glide, but we’re a lot like flying squirrels. We need some height (and a good stiff breeze helps, too!) but we just don’t have the muscle for it. Ever seen a fat deer? It looks funny. Plus, we’d have to compete with Pegasus ponies!</p>
    <p>I see all sorts of things in my travels, from interesting ponies to unusual things. I did see on my recent leg of my trip to Hoofington a strange little structure on the side of the road. I’m not sure what it was for, but it looked like a little house with a bunch of candles in it. There was a sign but I couldn’t read what it said. I think it was some kind of lamp post, but I’ve never seen one like it before and there was just the one. It was so pretty, I had to stop and look at it for a little while. I don’t suppose you might know what it was?</p>
    <p>I usually have to stick to travelling at night, though, I’m still not used to crowds of ponies or even being seen, so it’s natural to keep to the trees. Though I can see ahead that I’ll be crossing a lot of grasslands, so I suppose I’ll have to bite the stick and come out. The folks in Hoofington seemed to be alright, so far so good! My next destination appears to be Roam, according to the signs.</p>
    <p>This letter was unexpected! It arrived by another pegasus pony, one I guess must have been a friend of the one who delivers my letters to the Princess.</p>
    <p>Aww, you think I’m adorable? That’s sweet of you to say! I’m just an old deer. But thank you for your kind letter, you sweet self!</p>
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  18. Skye
    jirusstuff:
    cure-krismoth:
    digitalhomos:
    chiakinamami:
    rennysama:
    turntechgodtits:
    jakethesnakeenglish:
    therealladystrider:
    guarddogterror:
    armored-core-twilight:
    I’m stumped acually XD

    Pichu

    dustox

    Er. Wingull?

    klink

    Jigglypuff

    Rotom

    Voltorb, Typhlosion, Ho-Oh, Krokorok

    Ditto

    Litwick

    Snorlaxx - Because there’s no A&E when you’re completely passed out!


  20. Skye
    derpymedia:


    videomaster21xx:
    thechildof-thetardis:
    ponyboyismyhomeboy:
    ladydeleau:
    someonesthunderboltsomeday:
    lsdandthc:
    skittlezthecat:
    da-sy:
    redvinesgiraffe:
    You were on your way home when you died.
    It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
    And that’s when you met me.
    “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
    “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
    “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
    “Yup,” I said.
    “I… I died?”
    “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
    You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
    “More or less,” I said.
    “Are you god?” You asked.
    “Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
    “My kids… my wife,” you said.
    “What about them?”
    “Will they be all right?”
    “That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
    You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
    “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
    “Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
    “Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
    “Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
    “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
    You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
    “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
    “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
    “Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
    I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
    “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
    “How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
    “Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
    “Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
    “Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
    “Where you come from?” You said.
    “Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
    “Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
    “Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
    “So what’s the point of it all?”
    “Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
    “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
    I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
    “You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
    “No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
    “Just me? What about everyone else?”
    “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
    You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
    “All you. Different incarnations of you.”
    “Wait. I’m everyone!?”
    “Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
    “I’m every human being who ever lived?”
    “Or who will ever live, yes.”
    “I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
    “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
    “I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
    “And you’re the millions he killed.”
    “I’m Jesus?”
    “And you’re everyone who followed him.”
    You fell silent.
    “Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
    You thought for a long time.
    “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
    “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
    “Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
    “No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
    “So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
    “An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
    And I sent you on your way.
    O_O
    yesss i found it again! one of my all time favourite reads.
    Philosophy went to the max right here
    OI SCROLL BACK UP AND READ ALL OF IT!
    I was really intrigued by this
    Whoa.
    THAT IS THE GREATEST THING EVER I THINK I FOUND MY NEW RELIGION: EGGVERSE
    Always reblog.
    Panentheism…  sweet panentheism.
    This makes much sense to me!
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  24. Skye
    <img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/980d8563e5f8385fbb508354b5ba9349/tumblr_mnqo7xWCVD1sszhrao1_r2_500.png"/><br/><br/><p>jirusstuff:</p>
    <p>cure-krismoth:</p>
    <p>digitalhomos:</p>
    <p>chiakinamami:</p>
    <p>rennysama:</p>
    <p>turntechgodtits:</p>
    <p>jakethesnakeenglish:</p>
    <p>therealladystrider:</p>
    <p>guarddogterror:</p>
    <p>armored-core-twilight:</p>
    <p>I’m stumped acually XD</p>
    <p><br/>
    Pichu</p>
    <p><br/>
    dustox</p>
    <p><br/>
    Er. Wingull?</p>
    <p><br/>
    klink</p>
    <p><br/>
    Jigglypuff</p>
    <p><br/>
    Rotom</p>
    <p><br/>
    Voltorb, Typhlosion, Ho-Oh, Krokorok</p>
    <p><br/>
    Ditto</p>
    <p><br/>
    Litwick</p>
    <p><br/>
    Snorlaxx - Because there’s no A&E when you’re completely passed out!</p>
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