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2013-05-18 Livestream request for ~RainbowDash3221XD.

Horn spoons are going to be the next fashion trend in Equestria. You heard it here first!

Created with Gimp and Wacom Bamboo tablet.


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> engage fanfic mode
>> imagination: active
>> inspiration: found
>> creating backstory


You know, judging by her cutiemark, I'd imagine she could make the spoon resonate with her magic, creating a tune. :)
Seeing how such a thing seems comparatively simple to other spell-craft, and that there'd likely be other, more advanced spells to create music, I'd imagine this was probably a spell she picked up fairly early as a filly. :lol:
...imagining a filly taping a spoon to her horn constitutes a 20% - 200% adorableness increase, and also would make sense, seeing how a filly's magic is still rather limited to make use of the more advanced techniques available otherwise.
:icontwilightdanceplz:


Plus, her cutiemark is that of a record playing, not a musical note or an instrument. As such, resonating a tune from a spoon would relate to her special talent, and might even be strongly connected to, how she discovered it.
:iconapplebloomspinplz:
* Applebloom spinning around like a record unrelated


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Resonant Tune leaned out of the window to see what all the ruckus was about.
"Cutie Mark Crusader paleonthological researchers, yay!"

For a few moments longer, Resonant lingered, observing the antics of the three fillies, hiding a chuckle behind a hoof all the while. But alas, eventually, she had to return to her work.

Resonant sat upright at her desk, intensly glaring at the empty page. Willing the paper to magically reveal its secrets - to indulge her inspiration for a new master piece ... naturally, it was in vain. With a sigh, she leaned back, glancing outside at the sun, as it slowly crawled over the horizon. Still half of the day to go, and she already felt spend, her mind as empty as the page before her.

Whistfully, she let her mind wander back to the stray interuption barely half an hour ago.

Heh. Those fillies.

She shook her head, a grin returning one again to her muzzle. Resonant Tune glanced away from the ceiling above, in the direction of her kitchen.

Heh, yeah. Why not?

A brief chuckle escaped her, before she shrugged and stood up.



She picked one of the spoons at random from the drawer. For the duck-tape, she had to search for a minute or two - she hadn't done anything "arts'n'crafts"-y since... well, it had been a while.

Applying the tape to her horn was a bit tricky - she was a bit out of practice with her hooves, but the stuff wouldn't stay down right while channeling unless it had been properly secured first, which of course created the paradox of making it impossible to apply the tape telekinetically.

Resonant glanced up at the portruding metal object hanging into the middle of her vision.
Her smile grew wide. "For ol' times sake."



The grey pegasus clumsily flapped past the one-level brick building, en route to the next target on her daily shedule.

The sound was shrill at first, making her cringe mid-flight, instinctively trying to cover her ears with her hooves, almost dropping the heavy bag she was carrying. But then the tune softened. A little awkard at first - hesitantly, even cautiously, it went up and down the scales - haltingly, as if the instrument hadn't been touched in years. It turned into a simple melody, slowly gaining courage and metamorphing into the sole voice in, had there been an orchestra to accompany it, would've been an otherworldly symphony.

The mail-mare sat on the roof top, eyes closed in delight.

When eventually, the tune faded to silence, it did so peacefully, leaving the mare smiling in blissfull tranquility. For a few minutes more, she relaxed, taking in the silence after the concert.

This corner of town was rather quiet, leaving her undisturbed by anything other than the sound of somepony's overly enthusiastic attempts of putting quill to parchment, repeatedly stumping the quill in the process. It was probably an urgent letter in need of being penned.

"...! Hayseeds, I'm late!" the mail-pony exclaimed, taking flight.
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:iconapplejackplz: *points at signature*