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I couldn’t come up with what they’re talking about, but it ain’t good. Probably something about crushing dissenters and what to have for brunch. 

I started this drawing and halfway through started questioning it. Nightmare Moon is still evil, power-hungry and arrogant and would have to fight constantly to secure her reign after deposing Celestia. She is a tyrant in every way. I have a hard time thinking Twilight would forgive NMM, much less join her. I’ve read a few fics like that, but it usually had a heavy dose of “Celestia was really a tyrant all along!” and I’ve never been a fan of that idea. The one exception was pretty damn dark and basically Twilight had a serious case of Stockholm Syndrome. So yeah, in the Starlight-altered timeline, Twilight would either just break and be a recluse, be imprisoned, or be leading the resistance. Maybe… Maybe if Twi tried to get close to NMM to sabotage her, free Celestia, etc…

However, I could totally see the above image happening if NMM had won that initial fight against Celestia 1000 years ago. I don’t think it would exactly be a loving relationship of equals though. 

I promise this is the last time I do Gaster, but I had to try again because apparently no one likes the “fleshy” version or rather, he looks too much like Voldemort lol

And I hate to admit it, but despite my strong belief that Gaster is more fleshy this version is much better, although more scary 😂

And I know, I had to do Markiplier, but I needed to relax with something simple ;_;

Enchanted // mgc


(Y/SN) = Your sister’s name

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

“No! No! No!” You exclaimed.

“The King had invited every families from all over the country for the Prince to pick a bride,” Your father said.

“Exactly! I have no interest in marrying the prince or whatsoever. There are thousands of girls out there dying to marry him, so why should I come?”

“Y/N, this is for your own good,” your mother said.

“You said you would let me marry someone I love!” You shouted. “Not a stranger!”

Your parents answered you with a deafening silence.

Your younger sister sensed the situation won’t end well and grabbed your hand and led you out of your parents’ room.

“Are you calm now?” Your sister asked when you both reached your shared room.

You nodded. “Thanks, (Y/SN).”

“You seriously don’t want to come to the party?” she asked.

You groaned. 

“Are we seriously going to start this discussion again?” You retorted.

“I heard there was going to be large amount of extravagant food,” she said.

This caught your attention.

“Did you say food?”

“(Y/SN), could you please help me with this?” You asked.

Your sister quickly helped with your dress and smiled.

“I’m sure by the end of the day you’ll have a lot of suitors,” she giggled.

“I’m going there because of the food okay? Not to find someone to marry,” You stated.

“Sure, sure.”

As you stood quietly in the corner of the ballroom, still taking everything in, your sister approached you with a tray of delicacies. 

“(Y/N), didn’t you come for this? Why are you here alone?" 

Your parents was somewhere in the ballroom, probably socializing with other families. But you couldn’t care any less since you weren’t a competition. 

"Sorry I just got a bit distracted in my mind." 

Your sister stared at you with a worried expression. "You sure you’re okay?" 

You gave her a nod and plopped one of the sweet treat into your mouth. 

As you both were enjoying the evening, a loud trumpet honked through the air, announcing that the King and Queen was making their appearance, including the Prince.

When he glided down the grand stairs in such an elegant manner, all the attention from the King and Queen shifted to him as if his presence demanded all the attention, including yours.

As his eyes swept across the room, he somehow stopped as his gaze found yours, leaving you in awe. 

Never have you ever seen such beautiful emerald eyes. 

You also knew you were in deep since it was indeed, the Prince.

The King had invited every wealthy family from across the country to the Great Banquet, in hopes that the Prince would find someone to marry. 

Once Prince Michael reached the bottom of the stairs, girls started to surround him.

Your sister gave you a nudge but you had no intention to be closer to the Prince. Your parents also approached you, encouraging you to try and approach the prince. When you couldn’t stand their constant nag any longer, you excused yourself and went out to the quiet garden.

You were exhausted as you sat on the cold, stone bench. The night air touched your exposed arms, earning you a shiver. You needed some time alone. Some time to think peacefully.

At least it wasn’t suffocating any longer now, you thought.

You were lost in your thoughts when someone sat beside you, snapping you out of your daze.

You turned your head and it was the Prince.

You stood up quickly and gave a curtsy. “I-I’m sorry if I’m interrupting you, Your Highness.”

You were about to make your way back until he reached and held your left wrist. “Please don’t be bothered by me. I could use a company.”

“But Your High-”

“Call me Michael.”

You blinked in confusion.

“It’s tiring on how people treat you based on your level, you know. We’re all humans yet are treated unequally.”

You sat back down, listening to his rant about how he saw a poor, old man earlier in the morning, sitting on the roadside with his knees bleeding yet no one has cared enough to help him.

“I’m sorry for talking too much. I realized I haven’t ask for your name.”

“It’s (Y/N), Your Highness.”

He let out a chuckle. “Didn’t I told you to call me Michael?”

“I-I mean Michael?”

“So, (Y/N), what are you doing here all alone?”

“I just needed some air.”

You never thought the Prince of all people would think such way about the ones who are below him.

And you found that truly admirable.

“I… Thank you,” he said. “Thank you for listening to me.”

You smiled. “No problem.”

“I would gladly listen to whatever it is in your mind,” Michael blurted.

You chuckled. “Why, I am so honoured, Your Majesty.”

“You listened to me, it is only fair if I become your listening ear as well, am I right?”

You nodded in agreement. 

“Well, my parents wanted me to find someone to marry as quickly as possible,” you explained. “I never intended to since I believe that true love exists and I just needed to be patient until it comes. I don’t want a loveless marriage just for the sake of the family. Call me selfish, but I also want to find my own happiness as well.”

You were actually a bit surprised as Michael listened intently to what you were saying the whole time.

“Thanks for listening to me as well,” you said.

“No problem, I’m sure your parents wants what is best for you, (Y/N). If you disagree on their decision, you should tell them.”

Afterwards, silence fell between the two of you but it was comfortable as if just being in one another’s presence was enough without any words needed to be uttered.

You realized an hour has passed with you both having little random conversations here and there.

“I better get going,” you said as you stood up until he grabbed your hand.

His eyes was filled with worry and disappointment. “W-Will I see you again?”

You didn’t have to think twice as you answered, “Yes. Of course.”