Realized I had done little-to-nothing with Cadance and Co., so here’s a quick summary: Cadance was a pegasus before ascending, she and Shining are foalhood sweethearts who are sappy dorks to this day, they rehabilitated/adopted Cozy Glow and have one other child, Flurry Heart (who was born a pegasus because.)
Cozy Glow grows up to be a brilliant tactician, assisting Shining Armor with military stuff and cheerfully owning Flurry at strategy games. Flurry is a bit of a thembo: energetic and kind, though none-too-bright, but nevertheless aware of the citizens’ whispers about how neither they nor their sister are “fitting heirs.” They don’t let it bother them, instead spending their time spreading cheer with fun wintery magic and surprisingly in-depth knowledge of history.
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Literally where was the fancy masquerade ball wyllstarion quest line in bg3???
The party has to infiltrate a fancy ball for plot reasons and Wyll and Astarion are the only two in the group with any relevant high society experience and therefore have the lowest chance of getting found out and caught.
They show up as a couple dressed incredibly glamorously and Astarion manages to pick pocket everyone in the room while being stared at the whole night because wow he and Wyll really do look Good together. Astarion isn’t the best dancer but Wyll expertly leads him through a few waltzes.
Astarion is dressed too slinky to hide the loot on himself so he slips it all into Wyll’s jacket under the guise of cuddling up close to him as they dance. Wyll minds this a lot less than he anticipated.
Finally the event ends and they make it out unscathed and the rest of the group meets up with them in a nearby alley. They walk up to Astarion with his hands up Wyll’s shirt and they’re all like OHHHHH??? 👀 and Astarion pulls out all the jewlery he nabbed like relax you heathens.
It’s one of their most successful heists. As they’re heading back to camp, Astarion kisses Wyll very sweetly as thanks for a fun night out 🩸🗡️
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How Finite is Love?
This is a short little piece set in @shirecorn‘s super cool mlp AU! This is just a first pass at it, I’ll definitely refine it if I post it to a fic site. I just HAD to get this out though, the au hits all my sweet spots!
Shining Armor considers the ponies he loves, and how a mortal pony can love goddesses.
Shining Armor held no resentment towards his two favourite mares. It wasn't their fault. They had no choice. Shining wasn't certain he believed in destiny, but whatever happened to his wife and baby sister sure was close.
First it was his wife, and that he could handle. She was an adult. They had fallen in love in highschool, they had grown together, Shining knew how strong Cadance was. If anypony deserved ascension, it was her.
If anypony could weather this, it was them.
He loved his wife with every bone in his body, every fiber of his being, every ounce of magic he could channel. And he knew she felt the same. If she didn't... this never would have happened.
Can love be a curse? Can loving somepony too much damn your soul? Can it save it?
About a month after Cadance gained her horn, Shining Armor decided dwelling on these questions wasn't helpful, and the answers didn't matter. He loved Cadance, and Cadance loved him. He couldn't change the past, wasn't sure if he even would -- but he was dead set on building a happy future.
At least as happy as he could give her. He couldn't guarantee that the love his mortal body held would last into her infinity, but he was determined to try.
He hoped it wouldn't destroy her to leave him behind, when the time came.
He loved her too much for that.
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He had celebrated when The Sun took notice of Twilight.
The young stallion was oblivious to the looks of quiet worry on his parents' faces, the body language that said they were resigned to a cautious optimism. How could the attention of the source of Equestrian life bring anything but fortune?
He wasn't yet old enough to have heard the whispers. The old fables weren't circulated in school for fear of divine retribution, and Shining Armor was not as studious as his sibling.
Now?
Had he the power, he would have torn The Sun from the sky.
His baby sister, the sweetest and most sensitive mare he had ever known, damned to an eternity of watching her friends die.
She was a child (she was older than Cadance had been) she needed protection (she had brought down false gods) she wasn't ready (The Sun had learned from its mistakes, this new goddess was more than prepared).
She needed him.
Didn't she?
(She did, once.)
He was proud of her, of course. And if he had been watching for the signs, he wouldn't have been surprised.
Twilight Sparkle had always had an innate love for those around her. Before she had locked herself away in that tower amongst the tomes, she had been a kind filly. And even then, she had never quite managed to harden her heart.
She was still openly affectionate with him, with Cadance, with Twilight Velvet and Night Light. She shared her knowledge with them because it was how she said 'I love you.'
Leave it to a goddess to exploit that trait.
When Shining managed to find time to talk with his Twily after she had earned her wings, she had said her job as goddess was 'to spread the knowledge of friendship' and to teach others what friendship truly meant. She sounded excited, happy. She had found a purpose for her research.
Shining Armor wasn't sure if his baby sister hadn't yet considered the consequences of eternal life, or if it simply didn't bother her. He didn't ask.
He realized that while she was still his Twily, and would be until the day he died, she was more. She was Ponyville's friend. She was Celestia's Twilight Sparkle.
She was Equestria's new goddess.
He renewed his vow to remain her BBBFF forever, to keep her safe from turmoil and danger.
He swallowed down his anger and despair that night, in favour of his inevitable role as protector. He had his cutie mark, and he knew what it meant.
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Shining Armor loved the mares in his life, and he would go to the ends of Equestria to keep them safe and happy, whether they needed him or not.
He was glad, at least, that they would have each other.
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