A little bit of self-indulgent art of my alicorn OC as an Avatar of the Eye.
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You would'nt believe what happened to me today
I was just hanging out as a #Mentiad on #Zanak (Yes, I am a Mentiad now, I am contractually obligated to be) and I saw someone singing a weird song that went like this:
There was once a dream.
A dream so small, nobody knew who dreamt it.
And this dream went:
What should I do so other people dream me?
The first Shayla, a man of black
Got imprisoned, left a trail behind
In the groves of Traken!
The second Shayla, was a man of violet
Charming and persuaded, he to others sang
He got shot down, we never heard of him again!
The third Shayla, she was a woman of blue
Obsessed and possessed, she ruled Traken
And made it a strange country!
The fourth Shayla, were two people
Invited to the court of the woman of blue
An older lady in brown
An younger man in grey
And they came closer, to the true Shayla be
But they won’t wake no more…
They’re lost in source land!
So I followed the sound, and saw a column like those once often seen on Earth. "Weird." I thought.
The column opened, to reveal a weird man dressed in dark colors. He greeted me with "Alolissimo! I knew I'd find you here! It's been milliards of years!"
I looked at him intensely, and introduced myself. "I'm Mentiad Luvic".
"I know you. I was a big part of why you became a Keeper and later on, a Mentiad. I buried Tremas' body back on S'Arl milliards of years ago, and since then, I've regenerated in many ways. I've turned good. Today, I'm Rasputin, but also Sandokan, but also the Prince of Persia!"
"What ARE those things!?!"
"Silence! You can call me… the Prince of Pirates Master! And if we team up, we can get Traken back!"
"If you insist…"
And so I boarded the Prince of Pirates Master's TARDIS! Anything could happen!
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If Prince Mentiad weren't an alicorn, I probably would've made him a Sphinx instead. Textless version under the cut.
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Artober Day 3 - Static
We interrupt this program for a very special announcement. I can see you.
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The Hermit
UPRIGHT: Soul-searching, introspection, being alone, inner guidance
REVERSED: Isolation, loneliness, withdrawal
Prince Mentiad, alicorn of knowledge, exiled himself from Equestria many years ago to reflect on himself and learn ever more about the universe. This resulted in him staying cooped up alone in his ivory tower for some thousand-odd years. Here, he wanders ever deeper into a system of caves, leaving the world outside behind and only himself for guidance.
Wheel of Fortune
UPRIGHT: Good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point
REVERSED: Bad luck, resistance to change, breaking cycles
Imagery taken from my fanfic The Unexpected Adventures of Trixie and Sunset.
This card is all about cycles and fortune, the waxing and waning of the various powers that control our lives.
Justice
UPRIGHT: Justice, fairness, truth, cause and effect, law
REVERSED: Unfairness, lack of accountability, dishonesty
Justice lies where logic and intuition meet, and the consequences are inevitable. Here, Cadance stands prepared to pass judgement on some unknown case, her sword raised to demonstrate her preparedness to mete out the consequences herself.
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Januarty 19 - Platonic
Love is stored in the infodump.
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Collectiontober Day 29 - Lightning
Mentiad quite likes zap apples. They recharge the lightning in his mane.
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For the Hermit, I chose Prince Mentiad, my OC alicorn of logic and knowledge. The Hermit represents self-knowledge, introspection, and inner guidance. Reversed, it means isolation and withdrawal. Mentiad has spent the last thousand years alone in his ivory tower trying to forget the terrible events that forced him to abandon the mortal world, which may not be the greatest coping mechanism ever, but sure.
The light the Hermit casts represents his wisdom and authority. However, it illuminates only a few steps ahead in his trek through the snow, and he must keep moving forward.
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Inktober Day 10 - Pattern
Such is the way of the world -- order begets chaos, sun begets moon, and new knowledge begets new heights of creativity. And in turn, the reverse is also true, and the cycle continues on and on and on...
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Chapter 10: The Prodigal Daughter is Home
Sunset awoke to the faint smell of ozone and the sound of quiet radio static. She blinked once or twice and sat up. A tall, grey pony with deep, green eyes like the mist in a forest and a messy, mostly-black mane glanced up from where he sat at a desk. “Oh. Awake at last. Very good, I was getting worried. Do you, by chance, know a nine-letter word for ‘cannot be rubbed out’?”
Sunset stared. “Where am I?”
The stallion sucked the end of his quill thoughtfully. “W-h-e- no, that’s only eight letters. And it— oh. Oooh.” He nodded. “Right. At least you didn’t start off asking if you were dead. That’s what they usually do when they wake up.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18069254/chapters/43512416
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Prince Mentiad, alicorn of thought, logic, math and science, and being an all-around dork.
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