Alright, so I initially got inspired by some anons being interested in an Anonstallion/Pinkie green and thought I'd make something of dubious canonicity with Gale, but before I knew it I'd written out about 1000 words that very much did not involve Pinkie Pie. Whoops. We'll get there eventually. There's an actual storyline here (implying I plan these things out) So! I'm going to make it a separate post from the main Shynon snippet paste. Enjoy some dubious canon.

Part 1:
>With a considerable mane of darkest black, a cleanly brushed olive coat, and the kind of patience that makes mountains jealous, (You) could only be Gale "Anon" Incognito
>Weird, you're used to only being featured at the end of one of those posts
>Ah well, time to main event, apparently
>It's not often you take time off for a proper vacation
>Most of your time off sees you hanging out in your cloudpartment back in Cloudsdale
>Enjoying time with family, hanging out with your circle of friends, puttering around with your own Cloud Collection
>You didn't understand your dad's obsession with it at first even if you do share a passion for weather, but there really is something oddly calming about seeing all the little Cirri clouds bob near the top of their jars and the Strati pooling gloomily near the bottom of theirs
>'Staycation shit', you'd probably call it back on Earth
>Not this time, though
>It'd been a few years since you'd last seen your sister, Fluttershy
>Once you got her cottage fully up and running you didn't want to butt in on things too much
>Generation 5 aside things turned out pretty okay
>The ponies didn't need you kicking the door down and trying to make things 'better' to some sort of arbitrary value
>This was your life now, here in Horse World
>And you fully intended to live it
>Not play Executive Producer
>Still, it did make you miss your oldest sibling, what with this self-imposed exile
>Enough to get you to realize that this was stupid
>At the end of the day you're just an inspector for the Rainbow Factory
>Even if you did visit your sister it wasn't going to throw a wrench into things
>And if it did... well shit, that's just how it's going to have to be, apparently
>It was with that personal declaration that led you here to your sister's home, having shared a few letters asking if she was amenable to your visiting for some time
>She was quite keen on it, frankly
>If you heard that kind of enthusiasm from her outside of ink and paper you'd have to assume she was a very poorly informed Changeling
>And so, when you knock gently on the door, you're not surprised to see a much more restrained sister open it - still pleased, but not gushing
>Flanked by a number of critters that you struggled to remember if you'd seen them before or not (sorry sister, all the squirrels just kind of look alike to you)
>You shared a nuzzle before being let inside to settle on her couch
>The same one you'd managed to put together years ago - with only three screws left over! A personal best
>Fluttershy was keen to catch you up on things
>Given a whole new lifetime's worth of your own experience you weren't exactly hefting around Wikipedia-tier knowledge of the show anymore, but you recognized some of her more adventurous stories and got to appreciate them from a new perspective
>Your stories weren't quite as flashy
>Beyond a close call with a dam that hadn't been given nearly enough maintenance, most of your work was routine, drama-free, and featured significantly less monsters and things trying to kill and/or eat you
>Your sister still listened with rapt attention
>Though before you could start talking about your latest Cloud Collection addition (the coveted altocumulus!)
>Fluttershy's clock chimed four, heralding the start of a new hour
>And a new guest
>Six limbs and zero matches
>A pair of jaundiced red eyes
>And a lazy grin that noticeably dimmed when he made eye contact with you
>Yep, that's Discord
>"Oh I do apologize, Discord. I suppose I let the time get away from me - this is my little brother, Gale Incognito! Though he prefers 'Anon'. Anon, this is Discord, the God of Chaos."
>The Draconequus's expression didn't shift much as you shared a polite paw/hoofbump with him
>Given rampant fan speculation you still somewhat remember, you would assume he'd ease up on the cold shoulder upon learning that the stallion enjoying a private, intimate meeting with the mare he was keen on was related to her
>Though there's always the chance that the mad God was aware that Fluttershy shouldn't have an extra little brother kicking around
>"Excuse me just a moment, I'll get you a mug and get us all some biscuits, we were getting low anyway!"
>Left alone with the spirit, your prediction practically trips over itself on its way to be proven right
>"Right then. So, who are you really?"
"I was just introduced, Discord, come on now."
>The Draconequus stared at you with an unimpressed expression
>He reached into one of his ears and pulled out a bundle of printer paper
>"I've read the script, kid. My best friend Fluttershy only has three other family members - Posey Shy, Mr. Shy, and Zephyr Breeze. You're not on the list."
>You couldn't help but sit up a bit straighter, trying to get a good look at the writing
"Does it seriously have him listed as 'Mr. Shy' on there? You're omnipotent aren't you, surely you know his first name is-"
>"Don't play games with me, impostor."
>Discord hissed through grit teeth, clearly intent on not alerting Fluttershy to the tense turn of the conversation
>"I don't know how you convinced Fluttershy you were a relative-"
>You cut across him with a lazy shrug
"Getting extracted from our mom probably helped. Listen, man. I'm no charlatan. No con artistry, no magic. I've been here the whole time. I don't know what to tell you."
>Discord looked ready to explode on you, but you were saved by your older sister returning with the mug and a tray of biscuits balanced on a wig
>Despite the God of Chaos's efforts, your sister's social awareness was keen as always
>Giving him a look that wasn't quite The Stare but promised some very pertinent questions when she got the opportunity
>Their weekly tea party wasn't the place for it (at least with its' current plus one), and it continued at a sedate, mildly awkward pace for some time
>Rather than continue introducing on what you vaguely interpreted as a date, you begged off, insisting that your sister enjoy the previously scheduled engagement
>You'd be in town all week after all, there'd be plenty of time to see each other
>Plus it gave you a chance to get a look around the town
>The scholars never did really give a concrete answer on how long each season lasted, so you didn't really have any idea of 'when' you were, beyond having comforted your brother for failing his Mane Therapy course recently
>And enjoying a letter about him overindulging in his self-pity, contrary to your advice
>So getting a lay of the land would be good for that, if nothing else
>Besides, you never really got a good look at Ponyville the first time you were here
>Too much time gathering up supplies and tools for the construction on the cottage
>So with a warm nuzzle from your sister and an awkward, unshared wave with the Spirit of Chaos
>You left them to their tea party to head into the Chaos Capital of Equestria
>Ponyville