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1945; the year Scout was born and the year his father would disappear before Scout even got the chance to create memories of him. 1968; the year the two become coworkers and the year the two are reunited.
**NOTE!! I do not know if I will end up working on this specific fic again. I started this fanfic on a whim when my hyperfixation had really started to kick into overdrive again and didn't exactly make a plan for it. That being said, I don't plan on orphaning it. If anything, I'm going to start from scratch and rewrite it (while actually having a plan this time). Thank you for all the support, and I hope whatever I come up with will be something I can stick to.
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The road to redemption isn’t straight, and it isn’t downhill. Princess Celestia has asked Fluttershy to try and reform Discord through occasional visits to his prison chamber, and both his and Fluttershy’s lives connect and diverge through the relentless passage of time. And perhaps Discord can see the distant glimmer of a better life... if only Fluttershy were in it.
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10 Jan 2026
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Oh.... oh... oh my dear.... augh.... my heart.......
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Three stories in which the Conductor and the Hobo finally meet and get to know one another. First two are gen, third is slash.
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“I’m really excited we’re doing this,” Tenna whispered, voice a low buzz of static in Spamton’s ear before he pulled away and stood, fussily brushing dirt off his trousers. “I think we’re going to have a really beautiful partnership.”
“A lucrative partnership.”
“That’s what I said.” Tenna lingered for a moment, looking excited and awkward all at the same time and then stiffened, screen gone black and antennae standing at attention, a zap of electricity rippling between them. He raced off, floor thumping and warping wildly underneath the sheer weight of him, the whole set awash in light. “She’s here! She’s got her cup of hot cocoa ready and everything! Places, people, places! I don’t want to see any loitering! I don’t want to see any lollygagging! And, god forbid, I don’t want to see any LAGGING BEHIND! Come on, on the double, iiiiiiiiiit’s SHOWTIME!”
Spamton settled backstage in the uncomfortable folding chair that Tenna had set up for him and resigned himself to a dull evening of corny jokes and unbearably sappy ballads, only to be greeted with the most surprising fact of all.
Tenna was good.
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a fic for spamtenna week 2025! prompt: ON-STAGE.Series
- Part 1 of spamtenna week 2025
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12 Oct 2025
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"We're gonna be *stars*."
Well ok then thanks for making me yearn
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“I’ll teach you,” Benders says, and he draws it out so casually that Brian doesn’t even register what he’s saying at first. But when Brian whips his head around to stare at Bender , he finds Bender with his head tipped back, tendrils of smoke leaking from his slightly parted mouth.
“What?” Brian stammers after a long moment just digesting Bender’s words.
“So you don’t fuck it up with your first girlfriend,” Bender replies and he just looks at Brian — his face blank like he doesn't care either way about Brian’s reply.
John Bender — for some reason — offers to help Brian practice kissing with his braces. And for a reason unbeknownst to him, Brian accepts his offer.