Chapters Rarity's Explosion of Taste
Tents of all sizes were set up, each displaying something unique. A big banner was erected, saying “Happy Heroes and Heroines Day!”
The aroma of caramel popcorn and candy apples wafted in the air, enticing everyone who passed by.
Rarity rushed into Twilight's tent with a plate of cupcakes in her hands. She appeared agitated, her eyes darting back and forth as she approached her best friend. "Help me, darling!" she exclaimed, holding the plate up to Twilight.
"What's wrong now?" Twilight chuckled, turning from her painting to face her damsel in distress friend.
Rarity held up the plate of cupcakes, "I volunteered to make cupcakes for the carnival because I heard that last year everyone loved Sunset’s. I thought I could do that too and then everyone would love me and tell me how fabmazing I am, but I can't make cupcakes!"
As her bestie spoke, Twilight furrowed her brows, noticing the cupcakes changing colors every few seconds.
"... And I never made cupcakes on the Isle of the Wicked. Evil minion bakers did. Do you remember the awesome ones at my birthday parties?"
Twilight raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't invited."
Rarity let out a slight cough, "...That's because it was a mean thing to do, darling. On the Isle of the Wicked, being mean was being nice."
“Uh huh… anyways, what exactly did you fill these with?” Twilight pointed at the cupcakes, raising an eyebrow again.
Rarity shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "They say baking is a form of chemistry, so I decided to combine all of the periodic elements. I probably should have left out the sulfur. You have to help me! Use your magic!"
Twilight shook her head, "No way, I'm trying to be good, remember?"
"Magic for a good cause is automatically good."
Twilight couldn't help but laugh, "Do you really think it works that way?"
Rarity dropped to her knees, her eyes pleading with Twilight, "Please, please, please, please…"
"You won't stop until I help you, will you?"
Rarity’s eyes’ lit up as she nodded, "Please, please, please, please…"
Twilight sighed, knowing that Rarity wouldn't stop until she helped her, "Okay, okay, I'll help you. But just this once."
Rarity's face lit up with gratitude, "Thank you so much, darling! I knew you wouldn't let me down."
Twilight pulled out her spell book and began flipping through the pages, "Let's see… ah, here it is. This should do the trick. O magic spell book… "
"Hmm, I've always wondered what ununseptium tasted like," Rarity took a bite of one of the cupcakes, immediately gagging at the flavor and quickly spitting it out. She proceeded to throw the cupcake behind her.
“Make no haste and turn Rarity’s cupcakes…”
Before Twilight could complete her spell, her eyes widened as she heard a loud bang. The cupcake had exploded in a shower of crumbs and frosting, splattering all over a nearby tent and its occupants. Some of them were laughing, while others looked disgusted at the mess.
Rarity hugged Twilight tightly, clearly shaken by the explosion. "Oh my gosh, what happened?"
“Rarity! You didn’t let me finish the spell! Instead of an explosion of taste, we made an explosion of…”
“...cupcakes!” Sunset interrupted, angrily holding up the splattered remains of the cupcake.
Author's Note
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As Flash entered the tent, he saw his girlfriend was busy spray-painting. She was completely focused on her task, and it took a moment for her to acknowledge her boyfriend's presence.
“Hey Twilight, are you busy?” Flash asked.
“Yeah. I’m in the zone,” Twilight monotonously replied, still painting.
“Can you de-zone?”
“Not a word, but I’ll forgive you, ‘cause you’re cute. But not cute enough to make me lose my focus. There has been a bit of an ‘incident’.”
Twilight's Digi-Image Problem
As Flash entered the tent, he saw his girlfriend was busy spray-painting. She was completely focused on her task, and it took a moment for her to acknowledge her boyfriend's presence.
“Hey Twilight, are you busy?” Flash asked.
“Yeah. I’m in the zone,” Twilight monotonously replied, still painting.
“Can you de-zone?”
“Not a word, but I’ll forgive you, ‘cause you’re cute. But not cute enough to make me lose my focus. There has been a bit of an ‘incident’.”
“Oh, yeah. Your digi-image.”
Twilight paused to contemplate what he just said, “That’s definitely not a word.”
“Your digital image? Digi-image.”
“Still not a word,” Twilight finally turned around with an eyebrow raised and faced her boyfriend.
Flash handed Twilight his phone, and she saw a photo of herself and Rarity in her tent while Sunset looked on with an angry expression. The caption read, “ ‘Twilight’s a princess in waiting, alright. A princess in waiting to mess up!’ #Princess-aster ”.
“That’s trending, by the way,” Flash informed her.
Twilight rolled her eyes as she handed the phone back to Flash. “Okay, my people may be evil, but what you Equestrian kids are doing to the English language is cruel. Not to worry, I will make it up to Sunset by posting this wicked portrait of her as her favorite heroine!”
She turned the spray-painted canvas around to reveal a portrait of Sunset as Mistmane.
“Hmm, Mistmane. Is Nightmare Moon’s daughter painting Mistmane’s daughter supposed to help your digi-image? Do you even remember Family Day?” Flash asked, reminding Twilight of the disastrous event.
Twilight winced as she recalled the memory, “Yes, I remember Family Day. So, what should I do? ‘Un-Mistmane-ing’ the painting?”
“That’s not even a word.” Flash scoffed.
“I’m learning how to be Equestrian. Come on, it’s not like I gave her Gladmane’s coat. Beware, forswear, Gladmane’s coat you shall wear! ”
As Twilight cast the spell, Sunset's appearance changed to that of wearing Gladmane’s coat.
“Okay, that’s funny, but please stop now!”
“Beware, forswear, Gaia’s scarf might give a scare! ” Twilight continued with a laugh, and Sunset’s appearance changed again with Gaia’s scarf around her neck.
“Twilight! Enough of the magic!”
“Hah. Beware, forswear, sprout my mother’s head-piece on Sunset’s hair! ”
Now Sunset had Nightmare Moon’s head-piece on her. Flash darted his eyes nervously, hoping that no one saw the disastrous painting.
"Okay, but change it back before someone…" A click of a camera's shutter interrupted Flash.
The couple looked at each other in confusion and immediately peeked at Flash's phone, expecting the worst. As predicted, there was a notification with a caption on Twilight’s spell-altered painting saying, ‘Soz, looks like we have our answer about Twilight...Maybe she’s not so “good” after all. Smh’
“...sees it.”
Twilight sighed heavily, “I… have a digi-image problem.”
Author's Note
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Apple Bloom, who was perched on the edge of the bed, watched as the discarded dress landed next to her.
"That one looks nice," Applebloom said, trying to be helpful.
"Nice? The saying isn't 'Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the nicest of them all'!" Sunset retorted. "Ugh, those VKs are getting too much attention for my tastes. And I have very good taste!"
Sunset's New Do? New Don't!
Sunset frantically rummaged through her wardrobe, tossing dresses left and right. She let out a groan of frustration. "No! Gross! That's so last year!" she exclaimed, tossing a dress onto the bed.
Apple Bloom, who was perched on the edge of the bed, watched as the discarded dress landed next to her.
"That one looks nice," Applebloom said, trying to be helpful.
"Nice? The saying isn't 'Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the nicest of them all'!" Sunset retorted. "Ugh, those VKs are getting too much attention for my tastes. And I have very good taste!"
Apple Bloom shrugged. "I don't know, Sunset. I kinda had to learn it the hard way that it's not all about how you look like."
"Everybody's so into their edgy VK style and dark-colored everything!" Sunset continued, not listening to Apple Bloom's words of wisdom.
“I don’t think they’re so into dark coloured everything. They’re so into…”
"Their hair-dos is!" Sunset interrupted. "When Twilight changed your hair, you went from plain Applebloom to… kind of plain Applebloom. Magic me!"
"I don't have magic," Apple Bloom said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Your mom's a Fairy Godmother! She and Nightmare Moon are like the most powerful people ever. If Twilight has magic, you have it too," Sunset argued.
"I never really thought about it that way..." Apple Bloom perked up.
"Do you remember the spell that Twilight did?" Sunset asked eagerly.
“For me she said new hair, but for Rainbow she said cool hair…”
"I'll take both! I want something really out there! Go ahead," Sunset demanded, pulling up a chair in front of Apple Bloom.
“I don’t know…”
“I really appreciate this, you’re a true friend, Apple Bloom.” With that, Sunset closed her eyes, bracing herself for the magic.
Apple Bloom moved closer to Sunset and thought for a while. Then with a smile on her face, chanted a spell. “Beware, forswear, replace the old with… something really out there? ”
Magic flew from her hands and worked on Sunset’s hair which produced a puff of smoke. She shielded her eyes and when she opened them, her eyes were wide as ever. “Woah… woah…”
Sunset, with three braids sticking out of her hair as if electrocuted, turns to look at the young magician. “Do I look different?”
“Definitely!” Apple Bloom said, placing a hand over her mouth.
“Is it edgy?!”
“It has edges…” Apple Bloom replied in an uncertain fashion.
Sunset handed Apple Bloom her phone. "Post it!" she demanded.
Apple Bloom smiled hesitantly and unwillingly took the phone, clicking a photo and uploading it without looking at the messed up outcome.
A notification popped up as soon as the photo went online, ‘New ‘Do’? More like New Don’t!’
Author's Note
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"I mean... that looks great! Haha..." Twilight tried to offer a compliment, but the look on Sunset's face told her she had missed the mark.
“If by great, you mean awful, then yes! It’s great!”
A notification popped up on Sunset's phone, and she read it with a scowl. "Fantastic, another comment!" she said, clearly irritated.
Meanwhile, Applebloom had tagged along with Sunset, and she was feeling nervous and tried to console her friend. "I'm so sorry! I didn't even know I could do magic. Oh my gosh! I can do magic!" she exclaimed.
Careful What You Wish For
Twilight's hands continued to move deftly over the can of spray paint, leaving behind a trail of bright red paint on the canvas in her tent. She was lost in her own world, so when Sunset barged in, she was taken aback. The sudden intrusion caused her to turn around, her eyes wide with surprise.
As Sunset stormed in, her phone was clenched tightly in her hand, displaying a selfie with a strange hairstyle which had turned into a meme of ‘Who wore it better?’. Twilight tried to hold back a laugh at the sight of the new hairstyle, but couldn't resist a small chuckle. "Hi, can I help you?" she asked casually.
Sunset's face twisted in frustration as she held up her phone. "This selfie is ruining my life!" she exclaimed.
"I mean... that looks great! Haha..." Twilight tried to offer a compliment, but the look on Sunset's face told her she had missed the mark.
“If by great, you mean awful, then yes! It’s great!”
A notification popped up on Sunset's phone, and she read it with a scowl. "Fantastic, another comment!" she said, clearly irritated.
Meanwhile, Apple Bloom had tagged along with Sunset, and she was feeling nervous and tried to console her friend. "I'm so sorry! I didn't even know I could do magic. Oh my gosh! I can do magic!" she exclaimed.
Sunset rolled her eyes. "Yup..." she muttered, clearly unimpressed.
"I can do magic!" Apple Bloom repeated, her voice filled with excitement.
“You can do magic?” Twilight asked, surprised.
"We've been over this..." Sunset replied, letting out a long-suffering sigh.
“I better go lie down…” Apple Bloom's excitement quickly dissipated, and she left the tent with a sense of worry.
Rarity barged in just as she was leaving, showing Twilight a post on her phone. "Darling! Everyone is talking about my cupcake disaster! Look at this post!" she said, her voice filled with frustration. "Pastry chef? More like 'Pastry Deaf!' I don't think that's a compliment here..."
Before Twilight could respond, Soarin entered the tent with a lamp in his hand. Twilight, clearly annoyed by the constant interruptions, couldn't resist snapping, "Does anyone know how to knock?"
"You're in a tent! Oh and answer this for me, it's very important," Soarin said, leaving the lamp in Twilight's hands. "Heh, heh, nice hair!" he told Sunset, pointing finger guns at her.
“Really?” Sunset’s face lit up.
"Nope! But I'm trying to learn how to be nice!" Soarin said with a grin before quickly exiting the tent. Sunset glared at him as he left, clearly unimpressed by his attempt at being friendly.
Sunset let out a frustrated sigh as she turned to Twilight, “You have to fix my hair!”
Rarity interjected, “Hold up, she’s my BFF, she’s helping me first!”
Suddenly, a girl with long hair barged into the room, snatching the lamp from Twilight. “Hey, you stole my lamp!”
"What? No! I didn't steal anything," Twilight protested.
“Thief!”
Sunset interrupted. "Cool it, Sapphire. Twilight will help you when she’s done with me!"
Rarity added, "You mean when she’s done with me..."
Sapphire examined her lamp and exclaimed, “Did you get paint on my lamp?!”
Twilight quickly tried to fix the mistake. "No biggie, I’ll just… wipe it off." She took the lamp and rubbed the stain off with her hand.
Meanwhile, Sunset grew increasingly impatient. "Hello! My hair!"
Rarity tried to shift the focus back to herself. "Can we focus on what’s important? Me!"
Sapphire, however, was more concerned about her lamp. "You’re ruining my lamp! Gimme!" she yelled, snatching it back from Twilight before storming out of the room.
Twilight sighed. "Stuff like this never happened on the Isle of the Wicked. I wish we could all just go back home…"
Just then, Flash walked in, hoping to find out what was going on. However, he found himself being magically teleported along with Twilight, Sunset, and Rarity.
“Hey guys! Soarin got me a new phone!” Braeburn exclaimed, entering the now-empty tent. “Where did they all go? Oh well.”
Braeburn took a photo through his new phone and posted it online, captioning, ‘Flying Solo, Oh Well Yolo’
Author's Note
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"Ugh! What is this hideous place?" Sunset's voice rang out, her tone filled with repulsion.
Twilight sighed, a mixture of resignation and familiarity in her voice. "My home..."
Realizing their location, Sunset turned to Flash, seeking solace. "We're in the Isle of the Wicked? Ew, Flash, save me!" She clung to his hand, a touch of desperation in her voice.
Twilight muttered to Rarity, her voice tinged with wry amusement. "Now I think I know why they say 'Be Careful What You Wish For.'"
