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Published: 2015-01-06 00:39:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 8639; Favourites: 104; Downloads: 67
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"I've been solving YOUR little problem for five years! Maybe, for just ONCE in your life, you could solve one of mine!""P-Problem? I'm...I'm just a problem?"
When you need someone to blame, there's seldom a better target than yourself.
So, I have this headcanon that Rarity and Sweetie's parents are super-neglectful and spend all their time traveling. About as soon as Rarity moved out, they dumped Sweetie on her and headed off into the world. So, naturally, they don't exactly see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, particularly on each other. It does explain a lot of things, especially how Sweetie supposedly lives with them but is always seen at Rarity's, and the relationship between the two. Rarity tends to view Sweetie as a chore/annoyance (pre-"Sisterhooves Social" anyway), while Sweetie basically worships the ground Rarity walks on... Probably because Rarity is the only member of their family who gives half a shit about her.
Well, that was bleak. Now I need to do something happy with the two marshmallow pones. Suggestions?
(This picture needs something, but I don't know what. And no, copious amounts of ice cream, hugs, and family counseling is not a valid answer.)
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Hugs are ALWAYS an option! ESPECIALLY WITH MARSHMALLOW PONY SISTERS!!!
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Well, you're not wrong
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I know what it needs. Rarity slapping her mother right across the face.
Damn, those expressions. Tug at the heartstrings.
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>> And no, copious amounts of ice cream, hugs, and family counseling is not a valid answer.
Aw, phooey.
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Their mothers personality should totally be canon, dude. I love how imposing she looks standing over her daughters, :>
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It would definitely add some interesting facets to both their characters, and it's an incredibly fun dynamic to work with in a sick way.
And thank you. I wanted to make her look arrogant and imposing, the kind of delusional monster who thinks they can do no wrong.
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No kidding, that poor kid. I think she could use a hug. And possibly some therapy.
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They didn't know she was there.
She was supposed to be asleep in her bed upstairs, but there was no way anypony could sleep through the shouts, the yells... Everything that happened whenever her parents came over. She had been so excited at first; her parents had come to Carousel Boutique, and she'd get a chance to see them for the first time in months! Sweetie had been so excited, and practically flew down the stairs in her haste to get to the living room, maybe throw herself into her mother's arms and remind her how much Sweetie loved-
"You ungrateful little brat!"
Sweetie stopped, cupping a hoof over her mouth as she heard her mother call Rarity a few more wicked things. What? Why was she so angry?
"After everything your father and I have done for you-"
"After everything you've done for me?!" Rarity shouted, "Buck you! You never cared about me! All those plays I designed costumes for? You never went to a single one! Whenever I would do anything that I was proud of, neither of you would give a flying feather! I ask you for one little thing and you-"
"You can solve your own problems, Rarity!" Cookie Crumbles yelled, drowning out her daughter's voice, "You-"
"WHAT?!" Rarity interrupted. With that tone, Sweetie could imagine her pulling hairs out of her mane, "I've been solving YOUR little problem for five years! Maybe, for just ONCE in your life, you could solve one of mine!"
Cookie and Rarity continued to argue, but Sweetie couldn't hear a word of it. She didn't want to. Her lip began to quiver, and she felt a certain wetness in her eyes.
"A... a p-problem?" Sweetie whispered to herself, her voice cracking, "I'm... I'm just a... a problem?"
Sitting in the infinite darkness of the hallway, leaning against a wall that was shaking as her mother and sister slammed their hooves into the ground and screamed at each other, Sweetie did something she hadn't done ever since she first moved in with her big sis.
She put her face in her hooves and began to cry, trying to keep her sobs quiet so nopony would hear.
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...here's my heart, you've torn it out.
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Well, I don't only write about underwear-related exposure
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Still, that was damn good mate. It makes me want to make a pic based on that, but that would be somewhat redundant. You got the dialogue down wonderfully, and the descriptions for Sweetie...
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I've had a bit of practice with... ah, sorrowful stories.
Please do! I'd love to see another pic like that! XD
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So, speaking of another pic like that... sta.sh/027ku8wjgy7g
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Oh? Any in particular I could see?
I might have to! Maybe based something from one of these: rarisweetichief.tumblr.com/pos⦠rarisweetichief.tumblr.com/pos⦠Maybe the raining pic, only inside. Sweetie staring mournfully outside, with Rarity looking away on the other side of the room...
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I agree with the second post, writing Pearl/Cookie Crumbles like that was so much fun
"Rarity? Where are mommy and daddy?"
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It's fun to play the bad guy! I like how you added in that "we're such good parents" spin on her dialogue too.
"they left us, Sweetie."
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Because the best kind of villain aren't the ones who deliberately do evil things to hurt the heroes. It's the ones who feel like their acts are justified, who think that they're right and everyone else is wrong. The best kind are the villains who don't even know that they ARE villains.
Then again, writing about the flamboyant Joker-type character is also fun
"Left us? But... but why?"
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Well said! And that is how real villains are. The more evil someone is, the more convinced Β they're in the right. No one goes into something thinking they're the bad guy. And if you sprinkle a little self-righteousness in there...
"Because their dream didn't include us."
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A little self-righteousness here, a little desire for power over there, sprinkle some justified revenge in that, and pour a little determination to achieve peace no matter what in this.
(And oh my god, that was the best response ever.)
"Are you saying mommy and daddy don't want us? They don't love us anymore? W-why? What did I do?"
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And that's the recipe for a total bastard!
(Which response?)
(Aaaaand there goes what's left of my heart. Again.)
"No, no they don't Sweetie. And the only thing we did was get in the way."
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("Their dream didn't include us" was astounding 
(And like I said... 
*Looks at floor, doesn't reply.*
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(Why thank you!)
"...I'm sorry, Sweetie, I shouldn't take this out on you."
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*Continues staring down, not replying to Rarity*
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"Sweetie, please, I'm not... I'm not angry at you, or..."
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*Looks up to reveal tears streaming down her face*
"You... y-you're wrong! Mommy a-and Daddy love me! You're wrong!"
*Turns and runs away, voice cracking as she climbs the stairs*
"You're a l-liar!"
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"Sweetie, T-that's not what I said...!"
*After waiting a few seconds, she climbed the stairs after her sister, slowly opening her bedroom door to find Sweetie laying face down on her bed, quietly sobbing*
"Sweetie...?"
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*Throws pillow at Rarity* "G-Go away!"
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"Sweetie, will you at least talk to me? Please?"
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"No!"
*Rarity catches a glimpse of her lip quivering before she throws herself back face-down on her bed.*
"I... I hate you!"
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*Something broke in Rarity, some deep despair was unleashed at those three little words. The carefully cultured poise was gone, and in its place...*
"Well I'm the only chance you have! They. Left. Us! I-it's just you, and me! We're all we've g-got!"
*And as soon as those words left her mouth, she threw her hands over it, and felt tears running down her cheeks. A lady doesn't cry, but after that, she wasn't she she deserved to be called that.*
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*Sweetie Belle looked back up in time to see Rarity, the column that supported a foundation of comfort and happiness, break down. Sweetie Belle wiped her eyes and, after a brief hesitation, jumped off her bed and ran to her sister, wrapping her hooves around her in a hug.*
"I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."
*Sweetie Belle squeezed her eyes shut. She suddenly felt very cold. What if Rarity didn't hug her back?*
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*With hardly a moment's hesitation, the older pony scooped her up and started bawling into her sister's shoulder. It was as if their roles had been reversed: The older sister, turning to the younger for comfort. She could only whimper one thing over and over.*
"I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry..."
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"I... I don't even need a mommy or a daddy..." Sweetie said, nuzzling Rarity, "I have a big sis."
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"But I need you, Sweetie. Don't ever leave me, okay?"
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Sweetie hugged her tighter, "Of course not."
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*For a few minutes, the two just sat there, cradling one another. Sweetie's eyes began to flutter, partly from the emotional drain, and partly from the warmth."
"Sweetie, we need to do something together, tommorow."
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"As would I, Sweetie, as would I."
*The two continued to sit there for a bit, taking in the steady rise and fall of each others' chests. Eventually, Sweetie's began to slow, as sleep finally overtook her. Rarity scooped the little filly up layed her down on the bed. After tucking her in with a kiss on the forehead, she quietly stepped out of the room, but not before taking one last glance at the sleeping filly. There was the faintest hint of a smile on her lips, and a rather more pronounced one on Rarity's.*
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The End? The beautiful end?
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I'd say that's a pretty good place to end it, unless you want to go on.
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Maybe we can pick it back up if you do more artwork of it...
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Indeed! I'm rather liking how this is shaping up.
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It does explain a lot. I mean, seriously, why are they never there? There's been some pretty major events they've been absent too.
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Maybe they... Died?
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That... Would also make a lot of sense. Something happened on the vacation they left for in Sisterhooves Social, and now Sweetie lives with Rarity.
But if thats the case... Why was Sweetie;s birthday at Rarity's, and why weren't they there? I mean hell, if it was my kid, I'd move heaven and earth to be there. That's not the kind of thing you miss, you know?
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Yea. They definitely are either dead or they don't care enough to be there for sweetie belle.
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