More CheesePie fanfic! Because I don't have real responsibilities, nossir!
This one's a sequel to the last one, Swear on Camembert: It Bombed in Seaddle. Shippy, but clean as a whistle. I mostly write like that anyhow, with the exception of the co-write with docnerd , Reaper Child and Doctor Death, but that's original fic, not fanfic, and besides, there's something about mixing ponies with sex and violence that does not work for me at all. Heck, A Canterlot Wedding has more whoomph in it than this does. So if you decide to read it for whatever reason, you won't find anything offensive.
10,000 words of CheesePie later, I think I'm done. No, honestly, I think I left Cheese and Pinkie in a good spot.
The weird thing is that in almost every Pony fic I've ever written -- not a whole lot, I admit -- there's a strong element of early 20th century popular American theatre. That's probably partly because I'm a professor of theatre history, I have a big passion for early 20th century stuff (and if you like Downton Abbey, you probably do, too), and maybe because my favorite Pony tumblr is Ask Vaudeville, although I'm pretty sure that the last is because of the first two.
Seriously, ALL of the characters I feel comfortable about writing, and there aren't many, are Manehattanites with some kind of theatrical connection. I know you wouldn't think of Babs Seed as having one, but I gave her a vaudevillian grandfather, Pepper Seed, who was --- wait for it -- a hoofer. The family still has a book full of theatrical programs and some gramophone records with Pepper and Babs' gramma, Coco de Mer. Cheese has more of a comedian's/magician's/circus clown's background. (His mom is terribly disappointed about his career path, by the way.) The Ask Vaudeville creator drew some connections with the Great Ponyacci from the IDW comic, but I think I was going there in my head anyhow. Babs' father is superstitious about the word "lucky," for very good reasons. They all use a hell of a lot of specialist argot and draw on details like why you don't whistle onstage. And like I said --
I only seem to be able to write ponies from whatever the Equestrian version of the Tri-State area is.
I'm from New Jersey. Call it a comfort level thing.
10,000 words of CheesePie later, I think I'm done. No, honestly, I think I left Cheese and Pinkie in a good spot.
The weird thing is that in almost every Pony fic I've ever written -- not a whole lot, I admit -- there's a strong element of early 20th century popular American theatre. That's probably partly because I'm a professor of theatre history, I have a big passion for early 20th century stuff (and if you like Downton Abbey, you probably do, too), and maybe because my favorite Pony tumblr is Ask Vaudeville, although I'm pretty sure that the last is because of the first two.
Seriously, ALL of the characters I feel comfortable about writing, and there aren't many, are Manehattanites with some kind of theatrical connection. I know you wouldn't think of Babs Seed as having one, but I gave her a vaudevillian grandfather, Pepper Seed, who was --- wait for it -- a hoofer. The family still has a book full of theatrical programs and some gramophone records with Pepper and Babs' gramma, Coco de Mer. Cheese has more of a comedian's/magician's/circus clown's background. (His mom is terribly disappointed about his career path, by the way.) The Ask Vaudeville creator drew some connections with the Great Ponyacci from the IDW comic, but I think I was going there in my head anyhow. Babs' father is superstitious about the word "lucky," for very good reasons. They all use a hell of a lot of specialist argot and draw on details like why you don't whistle onstage. And like I said --
I only seem to be able to write ponies from whatever the Equestrian version of the Tri-State area is.
I'm from New Jersey. Call it a comfort level thing.