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    From the album The Character Bin

    I've been wanting to upload one of these for a while. I don't really show many diverse expressions in my work so I give my newest character a chance to shine. I'll probably use some of these in Rp at some point. From Top to bottom, Left to right the expressions are... 1: WHAT THE BUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY MANE?! 2: Irritated 3: Saddened 4: Embarassed 5: Cheerful 6: Sleepy
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    From the album Other user's OCs

    ... It's Balder! I've been working on this all day. Dubstep doesn't have nearly enough OC art or avatars so I have taken it on myself to remedy this as much as I can! First up: Balder. A cute, gangly bou from Clan Kare of Whitescar. He's been a fan of Sigrun of Askr for a while and has recently joiend her on a hunt for a special type of prey! Surely his skill with a greatbow will be instrumental in defeating a relatively recent foe!
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    From the album The Character Bin

    Everyone meet Astrid! the latest (for now) addition to my OC lineup. The High King of Whitescar is currently busy dealing with a multitude of issues back home in the lands of caribou. In the hopes of a united Whitescar that can grow beyond the image all other nations have of their kind as berserking barbarian conquerers and nothing else, HIgh Queen Astrid has been hoping to do more diplomatic work with the adjacents lands... Maybe Neighpon if she thinks that their inhabitants are over that whole... war thing that was a long time ago. She's getting up there in age along with her Husband, Havardr, but also like her beloved she has not let it slow her down. She's an experienced warrior but also one of the best healers and potion makers in her homeland. She'll likely be venturing outside fo whitescar and visiting certain areas of lands beyond in order to meet both creatures of note and those they rule over... and maybe adding to her collection of pulp stories. The drawing itself was a fun to do... although I still think the antlers are a bit goofy looking.
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    From the album Elder's Flower Bed

    Check out them victory rolls. It's Sugar Blues!
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    From the album Requests, Gifts, Commissions

    "...and I break your face." Nah, she's just kidding. Probably. ... Request to draw Bellosh's newest character, a Qilin by the name of Aunt Ci...aka, the "Wrathful Guardian of Fortune." I wasn't feeling up to a full body though, so I settled for a bust shot type deal. Chances are, you're going to be CIing this Qilin around the Triad members that have cropped up recently, because she's...well. Let's just say she's got an understanding going on with the Triads. Aunt Ci (c) Bellosh
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    From the album OC Art

    Brother and sister take some time to just relax under the sun...because all work and no play is really kirin them. *regrets nothing* Just a quick little doodle/color. I need more practice drawing foals so that they look foal-aged...and more stubby looking. Stubby-features are key to all foals! Fēng (c) PrinceBlueblood
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    From the album OC Art

    New OC, last OC, not making another OC after this, have too many OCs, etc etc. I still can't get over my love of Kirins, or Qilins, and they winged counterparts. Did I mention that I love cloven-hooved mythical creatures? Because I do. All we need is for the show to have some cloven-hooved unicorns with lion tails and I'll be all set! Yin is a member of an (as of yet) unnamed Triad based in Long Kong. She was partly inspired by sans from Undertale (everyone better get ready for this puny to hit the stage) and a character from a Korean movie. She's lazy and likes to crack jokes all the time, but she'll get riled up if you mess with anyone she cares about. It takes a lot to get her mad, so if you manage to hit that point...you've done goofed. (Or maybe not. She's a powerful breath user, but physically speaking? A few good punches can take her down and out). She's also sister to Feng, one of PrinceBlueblood's OCs who is also a member of the Imperial Watch. The Imperial Watch with a family member who's a notable rank in a notable gang in Long Kong...I don't smell shenanigans at all~
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    From the album Elder's Flower Bed

    Biru will be...making waves soon enough! Badump-tiss.
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    From the album OC Art

    "...From this hour henceforth I pledge to revere all petals, bask in fragrance, bask in beauty, and serve forever the Empire of Flowers." Thus ends the epic ballad of Limi and Mei, who were brought together by sheer happenstance and stayed together through sheer stubbornness, force of will, and mutual acknowledgement of mistakes and faults. The Empire of Flowers will forever stand as a proof of their struggles, their heartaches, and their inevitable journey towards each other. (And then there's ten years down the road where their trials pale in comparison to the journey of marriage, but no one wants to read about the happily ever after, it's all about the drama of breakups and forgiveness leading up to reconciliation and eventually ending up together. That's what sells them novels and gets movie rights, yo.) Limi (c) Bellosh
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    From the album Elder's Flower Bed

    Drawn for Pyro! The lovely Yurei. (:
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    From the album OC Art

    "...and as the cycle falls, once every one hundred years does the Shogun participate in The Hunt, offering himself as prey for the restless spirits that have made way through the cracks. Hide yourselves as the Shogun flees, wary the sound of the oni approaching from behind. Bare witness to the bell sound of the Shogun's return, in victory or defeat, and prepare the next one hundred years of bountiful harvest, or barren misery." Very rough and unpolished art, I know, but I just wanted to get this little idea out of my head and onto a picture after watching an episode of Natsume Yuujincho (which is also where the mask design comes from). Japanese legend and myth seems to place the importance of masks concerning yokai or spirits, i.e. you can blend in with spirits by hiding your human face. I like the idea of Neighpon having some sort of huge, nation-wide festival every so often, where maybe the barrier between Neighpon and The Door gets blurred, so old, highly superstitious Neighpon used to see everyone walk around with a mask for a whole week, and it just grew into a custom or tradition. Or it's customary for the Shogun to participate in some sort of elaborate song and dance where s/he's dressed up like a powerful yokai of legend, and essentially offers himself up as bait for the lesser oni that have slipped through The Door. Whether he manages to remain at large for the entire night or gets captured by an oni determines the overall success of Neighpon for the next hundred years until the Door cracks open again (at least according to legend). ...Also haven't drawn a human in a while, so decided to practice that. I actually have a sketch WIP of a picture similar to this with actual pony Ryuichi, but decided to switch over to a human!Ryuichi at some point. The mask actually worked fairly well over a snout, surprisingly - I might go back and try to finish that at some point.
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    From the album Requests, Gifts, Commissions

    Another request this time for Pyro's Triad character Corva. A lazy griffon with a perchance for settling all of her problems with some strongly worded letters - aka fists - Corva's going to eventually be running around with the other Triad members as they plod along Long Kong, causing mayhem and trouble when she isn't being lazy. Fun fact: When I read Corva's physical description, I was a bit worried that she'd end up looking like Zelda, one of tacobob's characters. Luckily, Corva's got some very distinctive design choices. I mean, red and orange?! Zelda wouldn't be caught dead in red and orange tattoos. Inkbrand would make sure of that. Corva (c) Pyroblaze
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    From the album Request/trades/gift art

    While experimenting with shading, I figured I'd use Inkbrand as a guinea pig since Zeig drew my character August not once, but twice! So thanks again for the awesome pictures! Inkbrand belongs to Zeig

    © Art by me, Inkbrand by Zeig

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    She had been half-expecting it, anticipating, even, so she wasn't entirely certain why it stall caught her by surprise. Surprise, yes...but not in a bad way. No...no a bad way, at all. Mei was vaguely aware of the soft sigh that escaped her as Caribou lips fell onto hers, was half knowledgable of the hoof that was carefully and delicately caressing her mane and cradling her head, and the fact that she had even a modicum of awareness for either fact should have earned her accolades of the highest order, in her humble opinion. Because it was, rather honestly, a bit difficult to think over the mantra of It's happening it's happening oh it's perfect why didn't we do this sooner? that was running non-stop through her mind, and raging unrepentantly over the fantasies and expectations and hopes and dreams that had placed herself here with a shining prince in armor ready to whisk her away to his palace and riches. This was nothing like what she had imagined. And it was impossible to place a name on the feeling that was rising, soaring, in her chest, as much as she tried. Triumph, perhaps. Relief? Understanding? A hundred and one emotions that all spiraled downward, encompassed in a single kiss, and Mei wasn't certain she would have it any other way. Words were, no matter how pretty they might be, pointless sometimes, and sometimes...it was best to simply be. The veritable whirlwind of cherry blossoms that swirled around them went unnoticed as Mei shifted one foreleg to loop it around Lími's neck, not content to release his attentions for a long while yet. Because despite everything - the trials, the heartaches, the guilt and shame - despite everything, Mei's fantasies had come true. Not in the way she had hoped, but in the way she had needed. She'd found her prince. And she was never letting go, again. [[ Exit ]]
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    Doing posts tomorrow, one of them will involve someones whose name rhymes with "Bacotob"
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    And now the morning had officially moved into "busy hour!" Not that it hadn't been unofficially there since... well, since the minute Berry opened the door for business! Hopefully this foot traffic translated into good sales, but for now, the mare was more than happy to be a good hangout spot for the town. After all, happy ponies (and griffons, dogs, and perytons!) made for faithfully returning customers! Speaking of which, a newcomer had just come in the door. Berry knew she'd have to give him priority. "Sure thing, stranger!" She nodded brightly to him, perhaps the one pony there who didn't mind the smell about him. It reminded her of home, or, at least, certain aspects of her past. Dim rooms with loud music, thick atmosphere, and heavy dancing to the beat outside and inside your head... she wouldn't trade them for anything, but you couldn't pay her to go back at this point. Much better to be out in clean and bright air, serving smiles, winks, and very good drinks. "Our house red today's the fine little number I was just helping Applejack find." She gave the orange pony the last bottle of her order, before opening another for Rune. "Haven't seen you around these parts before. I'm Berry Punch, by the way." She gave a slight turn to the Peryton to indicate her introduction to him as well. Next priority was her next paying customer, the increasingly-adorable Riff-Raff! "Not a problem!" In two shakes of her tail, a freshly-refilled cup of juice with a bright purple straw was ready for the Diamond Dog and his little friend. And, last one for now, an energy pick-me-up for the worn out Kirin! "Just a moment, got a nice little number in from Mexicolt. They've got some special berry, Assai-ee? Something like that. It's pretty bitter, had to mix it with Sweet Apple Acre's finest to make it taste sweet, with a bit of lime to make it refreshing rather than cloying. It'll perk you right up!" After pouring out the last glass, she stepped back to take a bit of a break. Phew, it was too early for her to get tired like that, there was still a whole day in front of her! Should spend some time chatting with customers, that always picked her up. Well, that plus her own wares, but she could hardly drink during business hours! "So, Silverglade, was it? Can't say I've sampled your wares yet; were ya thinking of branching out in distribution?" Looking over, she saw Bunny Moon slumped over her drawing, and gave a light, friendly tap on her horn. "Still feeling alright? Or do you need someone to take you home?" She looked over at Tehengu. "I'm sure I can trust you if needed to carry her, right?" She requested as she poured out the ordered glass from him.
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    As the foals gathered on the platform, a sudden BANG sounded from somewhere in the station house. Strangely, it seemed to have come from the Stallion's bathroom. After a moment, the door to the bathroom swung open, and a cloud of gray smoke billowed out! From amidst the smoke appeared two colts, coughing as they struggled out into the light. Both colts wore saddlebags, but the bags worn by the shorter, grey colt appeared to be scorched, and also appeared the be the origin of the smokey pall. "Darnit, Snails! I told you not to put the spark sticks with the smoke bombs!" cried the shorter, rounded colt. "I didn't do it!" retorted the taller, lanky unicorn colt, coughing. His normally orange face seemed to be smeared with soot, and his mane looked like it had been blasted backwards. "It musta been one of the fizzing whizbies!" Now calming as a got fresh air into his lungs, the shorter unicorn replied, "Nah, there'd have been a whistle if it was a whizbie." He turned toward his friend and produced a handkerchief from the non-smoking section of his bags. The colt used his telekinesis to wipe his friend's face off, as if this was something that happened a lot. "Well, at least we got here early, nopony should have seen that..." Meanwhile, the Snails' eyes had narrowed to pinpricks. "Uh, Snips,' he drawled. "I think we're in trouble." "What'd'ya mean?" Snips said, turning, "There's nopony he..." The words cut off as Snips noted his classmates all gathered, and a certain mulberry mare. "Uh... I... That is..." he stuttered. Forcing a grin onto his still blackened face, Snails managed to say, "Um, g'morning Miss Cheerilee??"
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    Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Biru Chahaya Sex: Female Age: Young mare Species: Longma Eye colour: Ice blue Coat: Biru’s coat is soft and reddish-brown in colour, dotted with shining, sea-blue scales. The underside of her wings are lined with feathers of the same iridescent colour, though her wings are capped with scales in a much lighter blue hue. Mane/Tail: Biru’s mane and tail almost look like giant, lively waves rolling in from the ocean. In various shades of ocean blues, her curly mane and tail are almost a physical manifestation of the sea that surrounds Wingapore. When duty demands it, she will style her mane in a manner worthy of Wingapore royalty, but Biru typically prefers to let it stay wild and free. Almost as striking as her mane and tail are Biru’s horns. They are as elaborate as any Wingapore crown, and are as equally bright and warm a gold as one. Physique: Although she’s considerably shorter than most Longma, this Wingapore princess still has a long and fit body. She’s also more fit than one would typically expect of a pampered princess, thanks to her insatiable thirst for flight and adventure. Residence: The Sovereign Pagoda in the Golden City of Wingapore. Where else would the Princess reside? Occupation: Ruling Princess of Wingapore. Cutie Mark: Biru Chahaya was born with a fiery and unmanageable personality. Her father could barely control her during her youth, and even had to create a new position within his household staff lovingly titled “Princess Wrangler” for his daughter. This position had one requirement: Keep. The Princess. Under control. It was no easy task. Biru longed for two things and two things alone: the open skies and the open seas. From the moment she could run? She was running to the water. And from the moment she could fly? Well, she would fly there! It almost became sport amongst the serving staff of the Sovereign Pagoda to chase the princess every day. Eventually, much to the ruling Prince’s chagrin, they even began placing bets on when the princess would take off and how long it would take to catch her! Biru was a perfectly exasperating pain in her father’s royal rump. And do you think she would sit still for her lessons? If you guessed no, then you’re right! She was insufferable, and no matter what it seemed like nothing was getting through to her. She cared only for herself and her dreams and her visions, until one day...one very dark day in her past. Storm clouds had rolled in off the sea, heavy and black and full of despair. Biru had never seen anything like it! She was excited to see the storm up close. There was something enchanting about the idea of seeing something so ominous and all-powerful up close and personal. So, once more, she escaped! Out into the heavy skies she flew, away from the Pagoda and towards certain danger. This one time, she wasn’t chased by the Princess Wrangler, but by her father. By the time he had caught up with her however, the winds of the storm had swept them both up and flung them far away, to a distant and uninhabited island. Her father was wounded in the process, with a broken wing and a head injury. Biru had no idea where they were or what to do, and while the heavy winds persisted she could do little more than try to tend to her father. They were the most fearful days of her life. Three whole days of uncertainty, heavy winds, and not knowing what nightfall would bring… Biru had little to keep her calm, with one exception: tucked in a little crack in a cliff-face with her father, the longma filly had an elegant blue koi fish for company. The fish lived in a pond near the tiny cave, and seemed content to swim in endless circles, round and around, while the storm raged on. The tranquil sight soothed the filly, and helped her keep her fear under control. After Biru and her father were rescued, she faced a lot of scorn from her tutors. She had risked her own life, the life of her father the ruling Prince, and consequently she had jeopardized the entire Royal Line of Wingapore. And for once, she listened. She sat still while they scolded and punished her, she quietly attended her lessons, not from a sense of defeat, but from a new sense of purpose. She would do right by her father from now on, and make herself into a Princess he could be proud of! When fear or restlessness or her ridiculous thirst for adventure threatened to take over, she would think of the blue koi. Endlessly swimming, endlessly calm: content with its life in its shallow pond. She knew to think like the koi, to accept her lot in life and remain tranquil. After all, she could still venture beyond her pond, she simply had to accept the role she was required to fulfill within it. Just weeks after her incident, the blue koi fish sprung to life upon her flank, and Biru Chahaya witnessed one of the greatest celebrations to take over the Pagoda: the celebration of her coming into her own as a filly and a Princess! Unique Traits: Water breath. With her magical Longma breath, Biru is able to summon tendrils of water into existence and control them. Though Longma are not typically inclined towards the magical arts, as a Princess, Biru received a top-quality education. As one who was always inclined towards the waves of the sea, it only made sense that she would have a natural talent for water magic! History: After receiving her cutie mark, Biru dedicated her life to becoming the best Princess she could be. She went to her lessons, learned to walk with books balanced upon her head, studied the endless histories of the countries of the world, learned to sing and dance and entertain. She became a vision, the vision her parents had always dreamed she would become. Her father was proud to a fault, doting openly and frequently. Though she did always carry one fatal flaw as a ruler: Biru tends to wear her heart on her sleeve. Feelings regarding Neighpon have always been a little heated in Wingapore. Since becoming independent, Wingapore itself has undergone something of a cultural revolution, with its traditions and styles and culture being revived passionately by its citizens the past couple of generations. Lingering remnants of Neighpon remain, both within and outside of Neighpon Town. You’ll find traces of Neighpon in the food, fashion, and magitech of Wingapore...which can be a problem for Biru. Despite generations of peace between her beloved city state and Neighpon, Biru can’t help being suspicious of the shogunate that once kept her citizens held beneath its hoof. She sees nothing but a threat in Neighpon. After all, despite Wingapore’s “independence,” trade is still woefully favourable for Neighpon, moreso than for her people. They are still being held by a leash and she does not trust the nearby country not to try to rule over them again. At least, that is how she sees things. Biru’s hotheadedness and open disdain for Neighpon has become quite a topic of conversation amongst the royals of Polyneighsia, Long Guo, and Neighpon itself. She is not shy regarding her opinions, and it has created quite a few hurdles for her during her recent step into power. Many doubt her abilities as a ruler because of her open disdain for the shogunate, and her opinions have created some strain on trade relations as well. Where her father ruled with tranquility and wisdom, Biru struggles to keep her temper under control. She rules with a fierce dedication towards the citizens of Wingapore, and that heated personality of hers, well...let’s just say she really needs to learn how to embrace the wisdom of her cutie mark a little more. Currently, her retired father is still living nearby in the Sovereign Pagoda as an advisor to his daughter, for he fears her fiery temper could cause many issues for herself and for Wingapore. Character Personality: Biru Chahaya is passionate, fiery, and short-tempered. She loves Wingapore and its citizens, she loves the ocean, and she loves the open skies. For a princess, she has a bit of a poorly-contained wild side. Pirate stories, adventures, lost treasures - these all call out to her and beckon her away from duty, though she only gets to attend to these...extended constitutionals on occasion. As a Princess, she is capable. She rules with kindness and intelligence, she listens to the woes of her people and she serves them loyally. For her people and her home, Biru can keep her temper under control. But for strangers, well...it’s ill advised to insult her, her family, or her home. And it is decidedly ill-advised to discuss Neighpon. Her fiery personality, however, is a large part of the reason she is as beloved as she is in Wingapore. All of that fire and fierceness is typically channeled into working for her people. She has revived old festivals, spearheaded new cultural events that have garnered the attention of nations across the globe, and even earned her the endearing title of the Palmtop Tiger Princess. (Some of the aforementioned cultural events include a Polyneighsia fashion week, Wingapore cooking throwdown, and a globally-renowned Water Festival.) Character Summary: Biru Chahaya is both a popular and controversial up-and-coming princess. She had a fiery personality, a strong love for her people, and strong suspicions towards her foes. She is passionate, caring, and a little wild and unpredictable, but ultimately keeps her temper in check by committing herself to the idea of tranquility as much as she is able. It doesn’t always come easy to her, but she does her best in order to become the leader the citizens of Wingapore deserve. She accepts failure, so long as it sets her on the right path.
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    I adopted a new cat last night. Well, by adopted I mean we found a cat meowing in the rain for a few hours and have turned it into an ally. It was stuck in a tree near our place. Em went out with an open can of tuna and put it on a beefy branch. Cat looked at it for a minute and then I watched it have a tuna feast in the rain.
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    A sound of rustling paper rushed through the air as a pair of young ponies galloped along the platform, "Hey! Ah said ah was sorry! It's not like Ah meant ta lose a hold o' that bag! And yer grandparents were the ones who kept fussin' over ya!" Silence besides the rustling of parchment was his only reply, "Oh. Ha! Ha! If you wanna call my last drink flat I could say the same thing about your last music... thing." The voice talking was that a youthful colt with a bouncy, curly mane of dusty blond. The one at galloping at his side was an irritated looking filly with a ponytail (no, the other kind) held up by red bow. That fluttering turned out to be pages of her notebook that she had been writing down: containing her half of the conversation. "Is that them?" Asked the colt as he gestured to the group at the other end of the platform, "The blue pegasus is yer friend, right?" Bebop's attention shifted to the familiar spot of blue on the scenery that was wind walker. An attempt to nod her head ended with her tired magic wearing off for a moment, the notes falling to the floor... and tripping both her and her visiting friend up: Sending both for a tumble. It wasn't a very long trip but it certainly made an impact as Bebop tumbled into a mishmash of features. She found herself laying alongside a... did Discord have a son? Wait, Discord was the only one of his kind, right? Does that mean he just sort of budded? Maybe her brain was still rattled from that nasty fall she just took. ONce she got back to her hoof she offered a hoof to the tiny draconequus. A note was levitated in front of her along with a pencil that swift wrote out the words "I'm sorry." and offer it to the small chimaera she'd plowed into, along with a helping hoof to get him back to his... paws, talons, and claws. The colt she'd been running along side tripped and stumbled right into Wind walker. Thankfully, it wasn't nearly as disastrous as his friend had with Discord. It was still enough to leave at least Sass somewhat rattled. "Oof. sorry about that!" He said in another southern drawl, not dissimilar to the one that Applebloom brought to the table.
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    HEY EVERYPONY! I'm BACK!!!!!
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    Just came to say that I love you guys so much I'd sacrifice you all during the eclipse so I can ascend to godhood.
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    The life of a small-town shopkeeper is full of a very pleasant kind of business; there is always something to be done, but every bit of work you do is for your and your family's own good. You don't have to sweat for your boss' bottom line, or stretch yourself to afford status symbols to impress your neighbors. Solid, sensible prosperity, that was the ticket! Berry Punch had to laugh at her own internal monologue, as she arranged all the bottles on the shelves in preparation for opening. Who'd have thought the hard-partying mare from Canterlot would have come to this? Still, having a foal can change you, and she wouldn't have traded her life for any without Ruby. That young filly was at school now, while her mother stayed home, running the wine and juice store that filled the first floor of their house in town. It was a pretty good business, if she did say so herself. Good wine at reasonable prices for the adults in this town, who weren't so caught up in snobbery to pay top-bit for a bottle label, regardless of the quality within. The juice, of course, was for the little colts and fillies who weren't old enough for that yet! While much of the wine was imported, Berry tried to make the juices herself, or at least to get them as fresh as possible. Her upbringing as a grocer's gal gave her an eye for good fruit, which she prided her self on putting to good use! Oh my, ten o'clock already? Well, time to unlock the door! Trotting over to the entrance, she pushed it open to test the jingle of the little welcome bell, turned the sign to 'open' and sauntered back in, just waiting for the first customer of the day...
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    Let's see. Door is nailed shut. Real live lion guarding said door so roomie cannot disturb. Phone has been crushed by 16 ton weight.. I think I might be able to post today.
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    You know, that probably explains why those cucumber slices were kinda chewy...
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    *begins work on yet ANOTHER character* Who shall it be? Stay tuned to this forum to find out!
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    From the album BlindJester's Pictures!

    Phew been drawing a lot of ponies lately. Anyway my latest project is to work on banners for all my pones so I can have a visual of what my pone looks like without linking her profile. But we all know what banners are for so I don't even know why I said that. Anyway here is my cutie hippocamp.
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    The night before Discord kept sure to set an alarm. It was a typical night for the spirit as he did his chores prior to settling for the evening which ranged from putting the dishes in the sink to shelving the appropriate shoes into the pantry, where often the soup cans went. Oh sure Discord has errands like any other pony, but his often consisted of discombobulating a day and a half from its orderly progression. He settled into his bedding, polka dot pyjamas covering him from head to hoof, and talon. The spirit was bundled up snuggly in the outfit. He wound up his alarm clock, the somewhat modern timekeeping device far from the usual wristwatch a sundial he cared to show off. He would rest it on his nightstand, placing over it its own sleeping cap. Coiling into his covers the spirit flopped over and allowed sleep to take him, with less battle than usual at that! Tomorrow was an exciting day! Dreams were short, dotted with tomorrow’s possibilities -- or was that last week’s? Nevertheless it was going to be an exciting day! Alas come the morning and Discord had forgotten he had timed his sleep. Bizarre ritual that, held strictly by those ruled so absolutely by day to day life where they had to section parts of it off for lunch break, of only to maximize the workload. He wondered why ponies did it, why they would create such insufferable routines. Seeing that he was a wizard he always arrived precisely when he was supposed to: no sooner and no later, so having an alarm set for these precise moments seemed absolutely mad! He was the spirit of chaos though: perceived madness was part of the job description. Looks could be deceiving. Be that as it may he was in bed, sound asleep before... AAH AAH AAH AAH AAH AAH. Over and over the blaring rancor of an alarm clock chimed across the humble, manic home of the spirit of chaos. The cacophony caused the spirit discomfort, mostly because the wail of the clock sounded more like a voiced scream than the ringing of bells as it should when the small hammers were tossed back and forth in the dome shaped bells. He squinted at the arms on the clock: the hour counting long before he was meant to arrive. Pulling his sheets over his head the sleepy draconequus worked to wriggle his paw from the covers and disarm the clock’s infernal wailing. He knew he shouldn’t have picked up that strange clock from the void. It had an uncanny expression. Just -- five more minutes. But it seemed he wouldn’t even have such leisure as the clock resumes its insistence that Discord needed to rouse from slumber. He reached out his paw once more in attempt to silence it, but the alarm in question jumped out the way of his groping paw. AAH AAH AAH AAH AAH AAH! And again. Aaaaand again. AAH AAH AAH AAH-- KERSMASH! A hammer slammed against the device which sent it across the room and into the wall where it exploded into pieces: the springs, cogs and other necessary mechanisms becoming a rain of debris that cascaded onto the ground. AAH AAH AAH AAH AAH AAH! After a few more attempts before finally turning the clock in question to cosmic dust Discord would prepare for his day. Packing himself a lunch, a box of apple juice, exactly three carrot sticks, a pawful of raisins, a spare straw and what looked to be a spider candy from last Nightmare Night: he stuffed it all into a backpack and perched it on his back. But something was missing. He couldn't go to the trip looking like this. Snapping his claws he shifted into one of his pony forms. But it didn't fit into the situation. Snap, snap, snap and finally he settled on one. Perfect! Small compact and easily too cute to blame. After that was settled he gave another snap and teleported out of Chaosville where he would appear behind Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell. He grinned widely, eyes pinching at his smile. “Hi guys!!!” he honked loudly. “Ready to go?!” He seemed to give a jump when that little body gave a shout,much smaller than Apple Bloom or Sweetie Bell. He wore his green knapsack on his back eating and raring to go! He waved a paw at the little Pegasus pony, grinning wildly. This was going to be fun! He wondered who else would be ahoof.
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    From the album Other user's OCs

    I drew this gift art for brian on his birthday, I just sorta forgot to upload with all the IRL stuff going on with me. Happy Birthday. Brian! I can't wait to Rp with you again!
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    If true harmony could be achieved simply by a strict adherence to rules and procedures, then Feng could hold his head high and proudly claim to have achieved it by training and discipline. At no point during this most trying time had he lost his nerves, wit, or temper; even at the sudden toss of the gift box towards the Empress, he was alert enough to snatch it from the air mid-arc with nary a blink of an eye. His confidence in himself, as a Watcher, was not to be shaken by one mere incident of chaos, for it was for such incidents that the Watch existed, to protect and serve the Empress in all, even the most trying, circumstances. However, if true harmony meant the outer world and the inner world being at peace... then Feng must in shame withdraw his boast, for such peace he had never known. Not as a young longma, hyperactive and rambunctious in his own village, feeling the pressure of expectations of failure and shame from the elders. Nor even after joining the Watch could he achieve it, for he was now placed so close to the highest and most noble object of his affections, and yet could not reveal the truth behind what motivated his devoted service. And, what was worse, he must be silently present at all instances of rivals for Yue's affection earning her favor! It was jealousy, he knew; pure jealousy that cut like a knife across his chest when he saw the smile that Yue gave Silverheart's efforts to distract Discord. But deeper still was the ache of empathy within. Knowing full well himself what it was to bury one's true feelings for the sake of decorum and the Dragon Throne, he was close enough to see in her eyes the same situation. Oh, how he longed to give her a sympathetic word, to pour out the great and encouraging truth that she was not alone! Alas, to do so would mean admitting the full truth, and in front of her hoofmaid, chamberlain, and own born brother? He could not. He knew he could not. And so, they seemed doomed to suffer alone, even while together... *Whump!* The sudden stomp of his hoof surprised even Feng, but the inner spirit within, the inner source of energy and power, refused to countenance silent pain any longer. He was literally putting his hoof down, now. "Lord Discord, you may give us what lectures you like on the nature of chaos and harmony. I daresay you know more about the subject than we. But nothing changes the fact that you are an uninvited guest making a thorough donkey of himself, to the extent that any poor hostess in our fair country would feel justified in evicting you at the end of a broomstick. As for the Empress, she has enough time-wasting irritations in her life," Here he could not help but shoot a subtle look over to the chamberlain, "And few friends. Your welcome is extended on sufferance, in the hopes you plan to be the latter, and not the former. Your efforts so far are not encouraging." The guard inhaled, letting out the breath slowly. The whole of his speech had come out in a rush, and now that'd he'd finished it, a suspicion began to grow in his mind that he just might have overstepped his authority as a Watcher to put words in the Empress' mouth like that. But, darn it all, someone had to say it. The plain fact of the matter was, Discord was a source of distress to the Empress, an undeserved one as far as Feng was concerned, and he wasn't having it!
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    To anyone who drinks OJ with pulp. Pistols at dawn.
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    After waving a final ‘good-bye’ to her mother, Wind Walker’s turned to see what was probably the cutest little thing she had seen so far for the day. She returned a friendly wave, before it suddenly dawned on her. This wasn’t a kid, it was freaking Discord! The silly spirit had 'trans-magic-a-fied' himself into an adorable little ‘Dinky-Cord’. The filly still wanted to give the little guy a big hug, even with the knowledge that the cute little ball of fluff was an very very very very very old whatever he was weird guy in disguise. Geez. Discord was so old, that when he went to an antique auction, three people bid on him! Discord was so old, when he left a museum one day, the alarm went off! She wanted to say something. Ask him what he was up to, but she instead decided to let him have his fun. There was a very good chance he would get either bored or distracted and wander away away. "Hey Scootaloo, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle!" the blue Pegasus pony yelped out the moment she got closer to the threesome. Wind Walker had managed to run into the first two fillies before, but had only heard about the third member of the 'Cutie Mark Crusaders'. There was a strong resemblance between the little unicorn and her famous sister, Rarity. And sure enough, the fillies all had very similar cutie marks. All badges. Had this happened before? There were plenty of families that shared similar markings, but non-related ponies? They must have a very strong bond between each other for such a thing to happen. "No. She's my mother." The apple filly thought her mom was her grandmother? This was not the first time this had happened, and probably would not be the last. Write Stuff had her final child rather late in life, so ponies tended to be rather surprised when they found out that the middle-aged mare was her mom. Nearly all of her siblings were now adults, and even two of them had kids of their own. "Mom has been rather clingy since we moved to Ponyville. Once I'm old enough to go to officer school, she'll be living in an empty nest. As they say." Hopefully by then, her parents will be properly retired by then. They can move to Las Pegasus and live a life of leisure. A few colts made their way towards the group. Two seemed to be slightly singed. They might be the cause of the earlier KABOOM. And one was named Timid? Oh geez. What's with some of these names parents are giving their kids? She had seen a younger guy named Pip Squeak not that long ago. Not to mention an adult mare named Derpy. And now Timid? Some of these names ventured pretty close to child abuse! As she considered this, the diminutive-Draconequus scampered their way. Holy crap! He managed to look even cuter when he ran! "Yeah, Dinky-cord is a cutie." Her little blue ears perked up as the train conductor spoke up. "Guess we better get on board!"
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    He was a bundle of smiles and fluff at his new disguise. The tiny mash of parts paraded around with a laugh after he barked out his greeting. Who would have thought that being a foal was so much fun! Sure he was an adult, the adultiest of adults in age, but in this form everything about him was a foal! His sense of taste, his sense of smell and his sense of dignity! Foals were very much inclined to run amuck without so much as an afterthought. At least the delinquents! And never was a delinquent more delinquent than he! He liked to think of himself as a tiny little anarchist, but he was, at best: no more than a show off and, at worse a bit of a nuisance. It was all in good fun though -- all in good fun. Discord shook his head, those floppy ears flying all over as he did so. He was nothing but fluff and puff in this state! A marshmallow with legs half the length of his body: the stubby clod plodder was a bouncing bouncy ball of chaos that made squeaks and boinks whenever he moved. He had feathers that were like the soft, downy plumes of a hatchling and a tail as smooth as a snake, still young and supple; it was nothing near the hardness of its draconic origin. His white head tuft, which would leave with age, was like a soft cotton ball, his tail tuft just as floof. Everything on him was round, not a harsh edge to his form. Discord made a face: knitted brows and scrunched up muzzle. “Hey! I resemble that!” He would bark, stating at Apple Bloom’s saying. Nopony was more bright eyed or bushy tailed than he! “Auuuh you’re just saying that cause i can turn ya into critters!” He pouted, that squeaky voice wiggling with chirps. Much unlike his mature, adult voice. Discord let out a giggle at Snip and Snail’s antics. It was always fun to watch those two get into messes. The tiny spirit-foal wiggled his fat, stubby tail and bounded around in circles. The sound of the train waiting excited him. He’d be going to Canterlot. On the train! It was the first time he would ever ride it! He looked to Timid, never seeing him before. Puffing up his jaws parted, revealing very few fangs in that young muzzle of his: the snaggletooth being the most prominent. He waddled around Apple Bloom, little squeaks with his paw, claw, hoof, and talon falls. “Who’s that?” He would ask of Timid. “Are we going?” He added. “When’s lunch.” Ah the spirit of chaos. “I’m bored.” He squeaked.
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    You could call Discord many things: a liar, a misanthrope, but you could never call him uncultured. Culture was the very cumulation of what he represented. His knowledge of it, his experience: it is what allowed him to communicate with these primitive ponies, long beyond and after their time. His very presence was proof of a merging point in time where both culture and anarchy became indistinguishable. It was quaint, almost endearing the way she defended it, not yet realizing that it was the natural state of all to change. Ponies changed as long as they had ideas and to force otherwise was, in true form: utterly barbaric. Yuè was right to be incensed though. The very idea of an insensitivity towards a specie's history was putridity on her ideal of Harmony. But he was Discord. Yuè grit and bore his presence in lieu of denying Silverheart's educational pursuits as a mere charade. The spirit couldn't deny he was a fantastic subject, but understanding him was like understanding what slept at the bottom of the sea. It was a daunting task in a world ever-changing. The captain was given the terrible news. It, quite frankly, pleased the spirit to see him denied his post, denied the pleasure of believing he could stop him. The spirit sucked his extended tooth in a wholly, unsympathetic, regard for the currently pink-maned guard. His paw pushed against his chest in a mock display of pity: his head turning to profile as his brows knitted in a show of sympathy. All and all it was nearly tickled pink, taking on a temporary shade of red with customary, curled back horns to tease the captain, before returning to his base form. His forelimbs tucked against his chest as he floated, body constantly shifting as he leaned forward and canted his skull, hindlegs raiding far above where his head currently rest, which was eye level to the ponies in question. “While on a whole I couldn't recommend it, culture is a wonderful tool in helping ponies out when it comes to solving and dealing with life’s greatest mysteries, but it is also a staunch pursuit of perfection I cannot condone.” He declared idly. “A vain virtue many ponies, all too often, mechanically adhere to.” as if an expert on culture. “History is a specialty of mine, given…” he let hang as he held out his claw and let his paw pull from his sleeve of feathers a bouquet of colorful flowers. “Magic? Well I could say I know a thing or three.” Contrary at best, nonsensical at worst. Discord should be given merit for the effort put out on not displaying the madness he had once been feared in Canterlot and Ponyville for. To her residents he was shy of a kind-hearted delinquent that fed the stray cats, or gushed over the sob stories mares seemed to enjoy reading. He smirked at Yuè’s answer. No matter how much he seemed to push her buttons she remained composed. It was a bad sign, really. It means she was already infested by Harmony, by the unbendable force of peace. He dug his claws into the bouquet and from it pulled a small box, no bigger than the palm of a hoof, and tossed it towards Yuè with intent for her to catch it. If her hoof-eye coordination failed her he would levitate the box just inches from her muzzle so she could see the white cube, which seemed bound by a green bow. “Well since you are knowledgeable about her whereabouts a mere empress to her, you are not. This is a gift for her, but be sure not to let anyone but Mei herself peek. It's a gift I wasn't able to give her during the festival I made acquaintance with her at.” “Oh, and of course, one for lovely Liviel!” The spirit seemed to be teasing Yuè, or was he? “We had such a time talking of blossoms, decorum and meeting ponies that consumed her patience quite rapidly. I was surprised at her ability to breathe fire, and so much.” Yup, teasing. He passed to the Diamond Dog a small box as well, wrapped in green ribbon! She questioned his need to visit, Mei of all ponies, but it truth his venture had become so complicated that even the spirit couldn't quite recall what it was he had stepped hoof in the capital. He seemed to continue to float up and out of sight of the direct sight of the ponies. Having mockingly pinched at Silverheart’s cheek the question the empress presented was let, for the moment, unanswered. The spirit grinned at the prince. It seemed said leaders were an opposite on the coin. His ears pinned back as that predatory smirk grew, Liviel’s supporting words. He leaned back, with his claw on his chest, paw curled against him in a regal manner. He was always an exaggerated sort, but that was what made him so Discordy! The Diamond Dog asserted the seriousness of their appointment with the Neighponsese Shougun. His features became flat as he turned that narrow skull to the side. “I’ll never understand the importance of meeting an illusionary concept such as a figurehead of state. I mean if you want to convince yourself it is important…” The anarchist hissed with a chuckle rolling from his throat. Yun He seemed flustered having plopped into the middle of a ninja-party between the Empress and her guard. He will admit there was a sense of amusement bred from the overprotectiveness of the guard. It made him wonder just how weak the dragon empress was to have such force hidden within the shadows. Even Celestia, whom he has just contest with never seemed to have need for her guard. They were props only good for crowd control during emergency situations. And barely that. Silverheart should know! In a flash, the words of the prince sent the poor hoofmaiden to her knees! Now that he has never seen Celestia’s wards do. So did that mean the rulers here had power -- or lacked power? There was a certain paradox to the behaviors presented to him in the past few minutes. Fear for the well being of the royals, yet concern of how that power held, was viewed. Which sort of respect had they? In that thought -- something came to light. His ears perked up as his eyes widened. The mis-sized pupils seemed to glitter with untold mischief as Dong Qing gave him the perfect ammunition to use against her empress… His ear swiveled back to SIlverheart as he declared his having passed the regulations required for guards. Surprising to say the least, given that Discord couldn’t believe, at first meeting, that anything about the stallion said he was indeed a stallion! Eyeing one more to enter… his chance at retribution was complete! “A hanfu?” He looked to Silverheart, that telling smirk. “Well since you are a pony who seems to appreciate the culture here, tell me: what is this false sense of peace and harmony you're trying to feed me?” He leaned his head back, landing on his hind legs as his paw ruffled against his chest, the feathers floofing to accommodate the touch of his soft paw. As he looked down to them he did seem to momentarily flash with the fierce persona of what embodied the Long. That sharp glare was full of pride, power, and proven posterity that provided a paragon partisan pedantically partial to peace. “And it is not to offend you Empress, but since my arrival I've seen none of this peaceful serenity that guards try to enforce. I simply walk down the street looking for a friend of mine and panic follows. If you request eyewitness accounts you shall see I was on my best behavior and was polite.” Which was… True. All except for the walking part. Discord always held to the etiquette required of him as a guest even if he did so in the most peculiar manners like holding teacups upside-down or eating the peels of his oranges before the fruit and eating his utensils after using his salad fork in the salad. He was not aware of the restriction of a house of education. It seemed silly to restrict access to a place of learning. Quite the opposite of Ponyville and Canterlot! And how could one expect a visitor to know? Ignorance of the law may be no excuse, but it was still ignorance. “It was no act of aggression that sent your guards into a flurry. Nor was it my decision to arrive precisely when I did ---” For that was Feng’s selfish wishing! Nor did I know your compatriot here would arrive without your knowledge or --” He noted of the empress' brother. He pointed to Qing. “Or that she would respond to his arrival. And yet -- all these things are occurring without me using any of my influence. After all a quiet, quaint and peaceful countryside -- you should always be prepared for the odd visitor…” He motioned his paw to the one standing beside Lian who had seemingly appeared with no interference of Discord. “I dare say tis not I encouraging these events.” He pointed to the empress. “But you.” Grinning at Silverheart he dared the male-in-question to contest it. Sure he could have made Lian appear, but Sī Jīn too? Unlikely.
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    It didn't take long for Swift Squall to make his way to where herself and Discord were standing, addressing Discord first about something masonry and calling him gramps, which made her giggle a bit. It was good because it helped ease the tension that was flowing through her at the moment. The tension around her was so thick for the most part from her nerves that if it were any thicker, she could have used it as armor. He apologized for causing a bit of a scene and that he was coming back from business in the arctic, adding the fact that she would really love the scenery up there. She couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully. Because of course the Mare of Ice would find an icy tundra serene. He slowly made his way to the back though and began to speak with her mother for a bit. From there she heard Discord comment that she really should just relax. He also added that she needed not to worry about him causing a rucus, unless she wanted him to. That he wouldn't be able to do such a thing in the presence of the Princess of Friendship. That came as a small relief to her. Of course it wasn't that she didn't trust Discord, but she also knew that sometimes things just happened. the Princess of Friendship being here was relieve on more regards than just that. If anything went wrong, they were all in good hooves, even though most of the ones here were now trained to handle things going wrong. Though that would definitely not be how she wanted to start her wedding. At the moment that the music started chirping from the birds that Fluttershy had brought for the wedding, everything in Ice Storm's body felt numb to the world. Anxiety had nearly paralyzed her from the event as she turned ever so slowly to watch down the aisle for when her wife to be started to make her way down. As she did, she catch that her mother again speaking with Swift a bit and a few others speaking about, but lost focus on everything else as soon as Fire came into view. Her dress was that of a pure white, accenting the bit of red that lined it, playing off of her own dress that was pure white with blue trim and accents. Her mane a nice and beautiful, Fire Heart looked like a princess today. And for the rest of their lives, Fire was at the very least, her princess. The butterflies returned tenfold as she watched her approach, feeling the warmth inside her as her face boasted one of the happiest smiles a pony could display.
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    Upupu~! This heart-throbbing despair...it's as if salmon suddenly started assaulting people.
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    Are...are you pregnant?!
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    I probably should not have let Pinkie do my taxes this year.
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    Y-you better. I wasn't sure how I could live with myself knowing my colour was robbed from me...
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    You can't beat extra fiber! I want to make "unfortunate cookies" and put really mean "fortunes" in them, like "You were adopted." and "That hairstyle isn't working for you at all. Your friends lied." I once opened one and it said "Don't ask what fortune cookie can do for you. Ask yourself what you can do for fortune cookie."
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    Feng was... increasingly less sure what to make of all this. He'd pre-screened Lucy, in so far as he was able, seeing in her a sound if vulgar kind of wisdom; if Empress Yue wished to associate with commoners incognito, she seemed to be the sort of commoner that would be valuable to meet, and impossible to under any other circumstance. So far, so good. Then there was the issue of ornamentation and jewelry. Again, fine; the Empress should have all the finery she desired, and more so in fact. The Splendor of the Dragon Throne was in and of itself a pillar of it's legitimacy. So much so that even the lavishness of Frostlace's inner chambers was restrained by comparison. Here, luxury was employed for the viewer to merely enjoy, rather than be overawed. Not that she could do so unaccompanied, heavens no! The Watch must never take its eyes off her, and if Feng was to be their eyes, he was more than happy to do his duty. Only... since Yu was incognito, he couldn't very well tell anyone why he was always watching her, or why he followed along on what was supposed to be a private meeting. It was therefore unsurprising that the guests here were coming to a very different conclusion about his status, including Lucy if that grin and wink were anything to go by. Not that they were incorrect, technically, but that only made it worse... “I’ll take a minute to get everythin’ ready. You two go ahead and get cozy.” *Oh, sure. Could you not even try to be discreet?* Feng remained stoic as he squirmed internally. Lucy knew. She had to know, it seemed the whole world knew his feelings for his Empress, besides the Empress herself. Or, maybe she did know, and was merely being merciful in hiding that knowledge, to prevent the hue and cry from her servants and ministers from forever banishing him from her presence. *Those lot aren't here now, though.* The thought flitted through his mind, as he looked from the punk deer to the serene qilin in turn. One bold move, one courageous question could remove all uncertainty. But what if he got a certain no? What if she was horrified by the thought of affection from a lowly Watch agent? What if tonight was the night his last forlorn hopes and dreams were dashed? *Or they might come true.* The foolish, rebellious, wild thoughts within him could not be silenced, only buried under discipline and training. In the presence of one who wore such things openly, they were coming to life. He could not remain silent, he must speak, he must! "I hope the finished work will be worthy of you." Alright, it was a start.
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    Yeah they're cute dogs. I hear they've got a 'tude tho. I really want to get a husky when stuff settles down. I almost got one once but I when I went to get the dog, I beat another family to the punch. They were there and their little boy was crying and asking why they couldn't have that dog. The choice was clear right away, and I told them they could have the pup. One day. My master plan is to check animal shelters about a month after Christmas since people dunno what they're getting into with that breed and they take the easy way out.
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    She was always happy to see Miss Cheerilee. She was one of the best teachers in all of Equestria for her bits and Apple Bloom bet that other teachers didn't have really funny pictures of themselves as awkward teens that they shared with their students. She was nice and fun and smart and Apple Bloom was happy every time she went to class because of her. "Howdy, Miss Cheerilee! Yer lookin' like y'all could go for some more coffee, right? Ah'm right as rain and ready for this trip!" She said, smile as wide as the world. She patted her saddlebag. "Ah made sure ta bring those books y'all asked for, Miss Cheerilee," she spoke with studious pride. She was a task accomplishment master now! Sweetie arrived next, energetic and ready to roll.She was always good for that! With her on this trip they were bound to have lots of fun together. She also wanted to give her friend some hints and tips as to what to eat or not when there based on what her hoity toity cousin Valen had told her about Canterlot eateries. "Sweetie Belle! Nice ta see you all bright eyed an' bushy tailed- ooh, yer wearin' some sorta new perfume or somethin'?" She asked, her nose picking it up. She knew her friends well enough to pick up on even simple things like that. "Ah think this trip is gonna be awesome! Y'all know where Scootaloo is?" They were being joined by more ponies all the time. Next was a little blue pegasus filly, not Scootaloo, so sort of a disappointment for a flash of a second before she grew interested. Based on the hug of a lifetime being given by what appeared to be her grandma, likely one of the first times she was let out of the sight of a loving and overly caring family. Apple Bloom could relate pretty mightily. She waved the blue filly on over. "Howdy there! Nice ta see y'all makin' it. Whose that, yer granny? Mah big Sis used ta shadow me all tha way ta tha train when we did trips!" Apple Bloom offered with a laugh. Speaking of a laugh, Discord was always good for a few. He was a big goof when it was all said and done nowadays, not at all like the stories of his 'terror' filled reign when he ruled the land. Maybe he was all that and more back then, and who knows what a non-reformed Discord would be like nowadays. But for now all she knew was that he was a softy, a goof, and currently, an adorable little caricatures of himself. "Awww, Discord, you're so *cute*!" She said, running up to him and looking at his tiny paws and claws. "Yer gonna be tha best little fella ever, ain'tcha? Yer paw is so cute!" She said, offering it to others to see. TO SEE THE CUTENESS OF LITTLE DISCORD. She calmed down enough by the time Timid arrived. He was a smartie too! She had heard from Applejack that Twilight had given some sort of special letter or somesuch to one of the other students in class to go study magic in Canterlot. It didn't take a whole lot of deductive reasoning to figure out who it was, or that there was a non-zero chance that this was gonna be one of the last times she saw him. So she did what any reasonable friend would do, she ran up to him and gave him a big hug! "Howdy Timid! Happy ta see ya here. Ah betcher late 'cause you were workin' on yer spells, huh?" She said way too excitedly, always happy to see others being awesome. The train whistle blew and the conductor stepped out. "First boarding: Canterlot!" It was at this moment that Scootaloo arrived. She helped complete the CMC- the most exciting trip of fillies this side of Equestria. "Hey there, Scoots! Glad ya made it before we boarded. Now we can get our seats- together!"
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    Now: "Awww, look how sweet that couple looks..." Several months later: "THEIR WEDDING'S NEAR, AND MEIZILLA'S ON THE LOOSE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!"
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    Music wafted through the streets and alleys of Downtown Long Kong, the raucous blaring of club speakers and the excited chatter of patrons carrying even into the quieter portions of town. As the distance from the riverfront increased, the architecture morphed from the sleek, modern design of Long skyscrapers and entertainment venues into more traditional stylings of Long Kong suburbia. The last rumble of distant thunder gently shook windows and sent ripples through the water pooling in the cobbles. In spite of the passing of the storm, a humid haze lingered at street level, its sticky miasma clinging to the coats of goers-about like hitchhiker seeds. Bucephalus shook the last of the rain out of his mane. Or rather, the mane he had assumed. This form was of a well-built pegasus stallion, his coat the white of freshly cleaned bone with mane and fetlocks the hue of rusted iron. His heavy footfalls reflected martial discipline, but the measured rhythm of his steps reflected high-born pedigree. Thankfully, he had managed to shelter in the metro station before the worst of the storm had struck. Water beaded off his coat and clung to the strands of his mane, but he was otherwise none the worse for wear. But now another problem presented itself. A low growl shook his stomach and put a cringe to his face. It was a long walk to get to the main street Downtown. His dwindling bits meant an unnecessary train ride was out of the question. As if granted by providence, a ramen shop was just around the next block. Bucephalus took one whiff of the delicious scent of soba and broth and began salivating. Love and friendship fed changeling magical reserves, but food was what filled a hungry belly. Furthermore, staying to do dishes or assist with cooking meant a few more bits to pay for lodging for the night and food the next day. With nothing left to lose, Bucephalus hoofed open the door and stepped inside, taking a seat upon one of the cushions by the low counter.
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    Ah; when the petal-eating tradition was explained like that, then yeah it sounded very sentimental. The more sakura petals that danced in the air, the more enlarged Mei's smile became along with Lími's. The caribou looked perplexed at first when his partner decided to snack on his petal at the last second, but after a second of reflection, a dorkish grin from Lími indicated that he recognized a golden opportunity... to take the hoof of Lián Mei into his own. Whereas Mei wasted no time in yanking her petal from Lími, the other employed delicate and deliberation actions. First the young bull's left hoof first gently found a griphold on the qilin mare's wrist, then the other caribou's hoof reached out for the actual pink petal. Lími didn't take his prize at the earliest opportunity, taking several moments to savor the touch of Mei's cloven hoof. All the while, the poetically inclined scion of Whitescar kept his eyes locked on Mei's, although it started driving him nuts how several loose strands of the qilin's disheveled hair obscured a side of her face. Such beauty should never stay hidden. Lími did get around to eating that sakura petal after a minute or so, and it was a blissful experience to be sure. No wonder why the Neighponese feasted on them to conclude the festival! Almost immediately after the caribou forever cemented his roots to Mei with a swallow, the qilin spoke up... or attempted to. Acting on protective instinct, Lími scooched closer to his lady as he thoughtfully brought his free hoof up to the mare's soft cheek; "W-what is it?" That other hoof of the caribou's was somehow still gripping the girl's wrist. Maybe it was Lími's display of affection or something the qilin reasoned in her mind; whatever it was, Mei found the courage to speak up further. Honestly, Lími was only paying half-attention on the actual words Mei was uttering. More important to perceive were the heartfelt emotions behind said words; the dragon mare's innermost feelings betrayed by her earnest tones and the whirlwind expressions conveyed by those pink orbs of hers. By Gods, Mei's heart sang with beauty! It was only after the qilin's concluding declaration of gratitude when Lími finally remembered the master plan in his head that he'd been brewing for weeks. The young bull was supposed to fret anxiously as he confessed to his lady love of the feelings in his heart. Using all the vocabulary of an Askr bard, Lími would vow to always protect Mei as they fought alongside one another, and that his heart would always be hers. And of course, Lími would summon all his courage near the end when the time came for one of his sacred oaths by the Ancient Ones! "Mei..." That single word was as far that Lími managed to reach before all words left him. But it was not trepidation and caution that foiled the master plan; it was that confounded batch of Mei's rogue hair strands the caribou noticed earlier! Without loving words to pay attention to, all Lími could think about doing was brushing those hairs aside so he could stare at Mei's captivating face in full. Compulsion getting the better of him, the fluffy caribou finally set aside the qilin's wrist with appropriate tenderness, then proceeded to use his newly freed hoof to relocate the hairs in question. There... much better. Now to rest his cloven hoof behind Mei's head. Just like in the caribou's dreams! Once in Lími's life did he feel himself consumed in the primal magic of a heartwarming moment. It was back during his Will Test, when he opened himself to the light of Chipper Demise's friendship and reciprocated those feelings in turn. That forging of eternal fellowship had unleashed enough power to bring an entire field of flowers back to life! No words were spoken... but the young bull felt in every fiber in his being a similar connection between he and Mei was forming... but different. More... magnetic, as if two souls begged to form into one entity. And something that prevented Lími from being able to experience fear or form coherent sentences out of his thoughts, let's not forget that! Confined in a world of flowery dreams where terrors and vocal expressions did not exist, there was only one other thing Lími could. The cloven hoof on Mei's hoof switched gears to caress the lady's chin, curiously at the same time Lími's green eyes darted over to Mei's muzzle. Oh Gods; how those qilin lips were begging to be kissed! Yep; the young bull was now 100% intoxicated by the object of his affections; even the dancing flower petals around the couple were apparently screeching telepathic commands to KISS HER KISS HER KISS HER- And in the blink of an eye... it happened. Yes friends, it did. Surrendering himself of all free will, Lími carefully pulled Mei's head in close, shut his eyes, and swooped down! Remembering to tilt his head to avoid an awkward collision, the caribou's muzzle aimed true, locking lips with the mare he'd been fantasizing about for a dozen moons. And he swore, it was incredible! Mei's lips... they were soft, and tasted of cherry blossom. Lími's entire body trembled with jolts of pleasure he never thought were possible. Oh Gods; this was so much better than any pale imitation found in the dream world!!! Meanwhile, the falling sakura petals gathered into a majestic whirlwind around the qilin and caribou. It seemed the spirit of Neighpon itself was giving its blessing to the potential new couple.....
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    Happy Easter Everypony!