Pinkie Pie (Defiant)
"So let's get out and fuck up Equestria. Fuck the mandate and monarchy. This is our world now, our world now, our world now!"Ponyville | Sugarcube Corner | Pinkie Pie's bedroom | 4:27 PM
The shrill sound of a phone alarm echoed through the room, rousing the pink earth pony from her slumber. Pinkie sat up groggily, her half-lidded light cerulean eyes adjusting to the soft sunlight filtering into her bedroom. Despite the blinds shielding her from Celestia's Sun, the warmth of the afternoon light gently bathed the room. She let out a loud inhale, followed by a dramatic exhale, her mind slowly recalling the events of the previous night.
Last night had been unforgettable, she and her marefriend had stayed up late, drinking cider and getting "friendly" with each other. A giggle bubbled out of Pinkie at the memory, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. It had been so memorable, romantic... and even a little steamy. Her floppy, fluffy ears perked up, their tips glowing pink to match the blush spreading across her muzzle. Snapping out of her dreamy state, she craned her neck to where her phone lay charging on the nightstand. Her eyes widened as the screen blared with a notification: "20 Missed Texts."
"Oops! I'm so sorry!" Pinkie exclaimed, scrambling to snatch the phone with her hoof. Using the firm, hardened tip of her hoof's keratin shell, she quickly tapped out a reply: 'I miss you!' followed by 'It's magic!' Task complete, she bounded off the bed with a springy leap, landing on all four hooves. After slipping her phone into her flattened mane, she dashed out of her bedroom, her hooves clopping noisily on the wooden floor. Entering the bathroom, the sound shifted to soft thuds on the marble tiles. Pinkie blinked at her reflection, her limp, straight mane cascading down her face and withers. Then, with a beaming smile that stretched ear to ear, her mane instantly puffed into its signature bouncy, raspberry curls. Pinkie grinned at herself.
"I'm all ready to meet my marefriend!" She chirped, bouncing out of the bathroom with infectious energy. She grabbed a wake-up cupcake from her nightstand and scarfed it down in one bite. "Gotta have my energy for today!" She was halfway out the door when she skidded to a halt. "Wait a second! I can't forget my emergency tool!" Pivoting back into her room, she trotted to a glass case displaying a chainsaw, labeled with a bright warning sign: "ONLY USE FOR EMERGENCIES (LIKE MEETING MAREFRIEND AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE!)"
Pinkie dug into her mane, pulling out a tiny hammer with a flourish. With a precise swing, she shattered the glass, then tucked the hammer back into her mane. She reached in and carefully grabbed the chainsaw with her hooves, holding it triumphantly.
GS 01 - Aetherion
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Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
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Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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