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Solo picture of Ray that amodwithoutamark did last night during her request stream.
Evening’s little brother is such a dang pretty boi cutie!

Evening reblog

askblacklin:

Solo picture of Ray that amodwithoutamark did last night during her request stream.

Evening’s little brother is such a dang pretty boi cutie!

Evening reblog

Solo picture of Ray that amodwithoutamark did last night during her request stream.
Evening’s little brother is such a dang pretty boi cutie!

Solo picture of Ray that amodwithoutamark did last night during her request stream.

Evening’s little brother is such a dang pretty boi cutie!

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Requests from the stream!

Reblogging this cause of reasons. That first picture? The cutie in it? That’s Evening’s younger brother, Morning Ray.

He’s enjoying his tea and lost in thought about someone. Who? Well, I’m not saying, but there’s a hint with his cup.

Blacklin and Scootaloo: Of Confusion and Tutors.

    

    Scootaloo blinks at the orb floating between herself and Blacklin before giving a cocksure grin and flipping her mane slightly.

    “Handle it?” she asks. “Of course I can handle it! I mean, seriously, this’ll be nothing!”

    The laugh she gives holds a nervous tinge to it that Blacklin catches. The gryphon flicking his ears, but saying nothing. She was psyching herself up for the challenge and he didn’t want to bring down her high. He just hoped she didn’t get too overconfident and end up messing her chances up.

    “I mean, if Rainbow Dash can pass her Wonderbolts exams, I can keep my own grades up too, right?” Scootaloo goes on. “She had a harder time than I have after all. What good is it if I can’t keep up with her?”

    Blacklin looks at her quizzically for a moment. He’s about to ask what she meant by that when the pair cross paths with Lyra. The mint green unicorn looking visibly upset and flustered by something.

    When she spies Blacklin, she stops for a moment and glares at him. The almost pure hate behind them feeling like it was boring a whole into his soul, yet it didn’t feel like it was directed at him. Still, he could tell that whatever it was that had the unicorn up in flames was because of him in some way.

    He opens his beak to ask what was wrong, but is stopped when he’s met with a sudden pain on the side of his face that causes him to nearly topple over. If not for Scootaloo quickly steadying him, both gryphon and cart would fall over.

    Lyra gives a harsh snort before stomping away, tail flicking in anger. Scootaloo watches her leave before turning to Blacklin and tilting her head a bit in confusion.

    “What did you do to her?”

    The gryphon rubs his cheek, wincing slightly. “No idea,” he replies, sounding as confused as Scootaloo looked. The last time he’d been magically slapped that hard was when he met Seabreeze after coming back from Shetlearn. At least then he knew why he’d been slapped. This time he had no clue, but did make a mental note to ask Lyra about it later.

    He sighs and shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he repeats. “I’ve never seen her like that before.”

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Blacklin: The New Apprentice

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    Blacklin had been unsure what Scootaloo’s reaction would be when she found out that both her mother and Cheerilee were okay with allowing her to work with him. He was even more unsure about how she’d take the news that she’d be forced to keep her grades up.

    That was something he was worried about. He didn’t doubt that she would try her best, but he did doubt that she would be able to keep it up without being distracted by something. Of course, it never does well to have doubt about your, well apprentice in this case.

    The gryphon takes a breath and waits, sitting just outside of his place. He had told Scootaloo to stop after school and was now expecting her to come by, most likely with Apple Bloom in tow. Since Sweetie Belle had gotten her cutiemark, the other two Crusaders had been redoubling their efforts.

    One thing he’d noticed about their new efforts was a more organized attempt. No longer were they doing whatever random activity came to mind. Now it was seeming as if they were finally really looking at themselves and focusing more on what their skill set looked to be.

    He is about to go back inside when floating orb opens up into a window and he’s greeted by the familiar sight of Cloud Twister. It takes all his willpower to not roll his eyes and groan at her appearance. The vain hope that perhaps this time it wouldn’t be some attempt to half heartedly apologize for some past transgression or worse, make a whole new screw up that he’d have to clean up after.

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    Blacklin blinks a few times at the open window and tilts his head to the side. The question was an odd one and not one he’d thought about before. He sits back on his haunches and idly scratches his neck in thought.

    “Not sure what you mean by ‘devices’ there, Twister,” he says. “You mean like my computer or the orb I got from Twilight? Not exactly sure what you mean by paying attention to either. When I hear about someone, it tends to be random.”

    He gives a light shrug, knowing that his reply may not be what the pegasus wanted to hear.

    “Maybe you should be a bit more clear in what you’re asking or at least not be distracted by your job,” he adds.

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Still working on the next update. Sorry it’s taking so long. Been dealing with a really sore back the last few days. In the mean time, let me show off my modsona! Yes, he is a gryphon. So meet the modgryphon, Aubri. Many thanks to my friend meadowshrine for drawing him up.

Still working on the next update. Sorry it’s taking so long. Been dealing with a really sore back the last few days. In the mean time, let me show off my modsona! Yes, he is a gryphon. So meet the modgryphon, Aubri. Many thanks to my friend meadowshrine for drawing him up.

Blacklin: The New Apprentice

    Blacklin had been unsure what Scootaloo’s reaction would be when she found out that both her mother and Cheerilee were okay with allowing her to work with him. He was even more unsure about how she’d take the news that she’d be forced to keep her grades up.

    That was something he was worried about. He didn’t doubt that she would try her best, but he did doubt that she would be able to keep it up without being distracted by something. Of course, it never does well to have doubt about your, well apprentice in this case.

    The gryphon takes a breath and waits, sitting just outside of his place. He had told Scootaloo to stop after school and was now expecting her to come by, most likely with Apple Bloom in tow. Since Sweetie Belle had gotten her cutiemark, the other two Crusaders had been redoubling their efforts.

    One thing he’d noticed about their new efforts was a more organized attempt. No longer were they doing whatever random activity came to mind. Now it was seeming as if they were finally really looking at themselves and focusing more on what their skill set looked to be.

    He is about to go back inside when floating orb opens up into a window and he’s greeted by the familiar sight of Cloud Twister. It takes all his willpower to not roll his eyes and groan at her appearance. The vain hope that perhaps this time it wouldn’t be some attempt to half heartedly apologize for some past transgression or worse, make a whole new screw up that he’d have to clean up after.

 

    Blacklin blinks a few times at the open window and tilts his head to the side. The question was an odd one and not one he’d thought about before. He sits back on his haunches and idly scratches his neck in thought.

    “Not sure what you mean by ‘devices’ there, Twister,” he says. “You mean like my computer or the orb I got from Twilight? Not exactly sure what you mean by paying attention to either. When I hear about someone, it tends to be random.”

    He gives a light shrug, knowing that his reply may not be what the pegasus wanted to hear.

    “Maybe you should be a bit more clear in what you’re asking or at least not be distracted by your job,” he adds.

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Blacklin’s Journal: Not a Smart Pony

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    Well, let me catch people up on  things. It’s been a while since I last did any kind of journal, can’t even remember what this one would be. Probably fifty or so, I number in retrospect and there’s a backlog.

    Probably the biggest question on your minds is what happened with Scootaloo. That’s kind of a complicated process that we are still sorting out. Let me give you the long and short of things.

    Here in Ponyville, once you reach a certain age, you’re allowed a sort of “work release”. This means that you’re allowed to miss a few days of school per week in order to do part-time work.

    Now, I’m not fully up to date on Ponyville history (not for lack of trying, but the one who knows most about it is Granny Smith and I passed out the last time she tried giving me a history lesson) so I don’t know the whole story behind this program. My thought is that it was primarily due to the Apple Family and helping out with big harvests.

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Oh also, I think Roseluck should try first to rule out all mundane (normal or somewhat normal) reasons for Blacklin's disappearance (is there ANYTHING that Blacklin would most certainly take along on any kind of trip that is missing?) Then, if she can't find such a reason, attempt to find a motive for why this would happen. I would recommend assuming it to be foul play at this point. Try to figure out which ponies are the most likely suspects, if all else fails attempt to find help outside town

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Roseluck: Good grief, foul play? We ruled that out a few hours after we found him missing. Sweetie Belle didn’t help much there though. Running around saying that the griffon mafia had kidnapped him. Is there even such a thing as a griffon mafia? 

Anyways, we’re pretty sure of the reason why he left which is why we’re trying our best to find him. To apologize and then leave him be. Well, some of us anyway.

Blacklin: Why the heck did everyone think something bad had happened to me when I left? The door was locked and everything had been put away! Trust me when I say that just because I don’t like to fight, it doesn’t mean I can’t and won’t if my life’s in danger.

Roseluck: We got about four or five of those messages asking the same thing when we first found you had left. We all wondered the same thing.

Blacklin: For the record, Rose, there is no such thing as a gryphon mafia. 

Soooooooo, you and Roseluck seem pretty close. Just how close are you, hmm? C'mon, you can tell us.
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Blacklin: We’re friends! Just friends! Yes, close friends. BUT STILL JUST FRIENDS NO MATTER WHAT BON’S TELLS ANY OF YOU!!!  

I’m going to go lock myself in my room now…

RoseluckBlackie, did you mean any of that or were you just really in denial at the time?

Blacklin: Well, I was really stressed out at the time because everyone kept asking me about us. Yeah, I did think of you really more as just a friend and I was really more or less blinded with Fleetfoot at the time. I’d say it was a pretty big case of tunnel vision.

Moonlight: What would have even happened if things had gone well with that Wonderbolt anyways?

Blacklin: No idea actually…