…if I had the drive and the ability to draw, I’d make a blog called Socially Awkward Trixie. So it would pick up after Magic Duel where Trixie has changed her ways and wants to now be the Empathic and Helpful Trixie, and is totally sincere about it. Unfortunately her social skills suck because she’s been a hammy showmare for so long that she doesn’t understand personal boundaries or anything like that.

So, for example, she finds someone who has hit his head real bad so she helps him to her wagon and wants to help him get better. She dims the lights because she doesn’t want to give him a headache, and remembers that protein intake is crucial for recovering from injuries. Cue her looming over him in the dark with a creepy grin and a big bowl of eggs.