MudBug

Thoughtfully she gave a small shrug, flowers were the majority of needs for mud but it wasn't just that. The thought of planting flowers made her inwardly roll her eyes, flowers, too colourful and on a particularly pollen heavy day, could set her nose on fire. It kinda irritated her, she could admire flowers, she just couldn't understand the affinity for them to the point of fawning over them like they were foals or something. Glancing at Sweetie Belle's eagerness to look at her cutie mark she turned herself slightly to show off her flank for the little filly, she was quite proud of her mark. Her splodge of mud and her heart shaped bug showed her love for the brown stuff and how much at home she was there and hearing the little filly she just had to chuckle slightly. "Nah, honey, that mud -is- my cutie mark, see?" Showing it and seeing the filly squelch the mud under one dainty hoof, she couldn't help but smile ever so slightly to herself before- "FIRE!" Fire? Blinking and looking to the tree she saw the water balloons hurtling like huge angry bees for them and they looked full to burst. Now Muddy hated water, but she was sure this little lady hated getting her pelt wet, especially that pretty mane-do of hers. She hated situations like this. But after a moments consideration it didn't take very long for her to take off in a large, arcing leap over the filly with the help of those powerful legs that she used to pound and churn muck and earth before landing infront of the snow white little gal and taking the brunt of the balloon splash. Soon stood there soaking wet, damp mane and tail drooping and...ugh...clean. Well dripping starting to get clean but...still...clean all the same.

Ooooooo

Churning and sloshing the mud happily to herself she paused a little at the voice, raising a head to glance over her should at the pretty little filly behind her. Huh. Fancy that, she didn't get a visitor often while working. Turning she rested her back hooves in the mud and smiled at the little lavender and pink haired dear, her smile brightening to something a little more greet-friendly other than her rough'n'tumble smile she often wore around other ponies and with a foal....maaaaybe that wasn't the best so a more polite smile was deffinately the better option in this case. Wow she was clean as a whistle, not a speck of mud on her. "Well hey there!" She greeted cheerfully before the question finally sank in and she blinked. What was she doing? A brow arched on the young mare as she pulled her head back to look back at her work. The trenches of muck being partially made up with her being pleasently interupted before she turned back to look to Sweetie Belle. Hadn't she seen her somewhere? Around that Carousel Boutique place or something? She'd given it a wide berth but it was obvious to see ponies coming in and out of. Shaking thoughts from her head she offered a small smile. "I'm softening the mud up for flower seeds, I was asked to make some trenches and such for their flowers and uhh..." Glancing around she leans in with a small, playful smirk. "Between you and me, working in the mud just makes my -day-."

...Ohgod...

I think it will take the right fillie to cool Champ's heels.

For a moment, little Champ looked bent on charging at Moose if it weren't for a voice behind him as he turned and peered up at the dark mare with a faint blink, blind sided out of his anger if momentarily before the mother subject came up and he just stared. His mother? Yeah. His mother. Narrowing his eyes ever so slightly he barked a laugh up at the older female and even the tangerine coloured male as he puffed out his chest and tried to look as mean as he possibly could whilst biting down every urge to yell, to scream and go into a fit for mentioning the subject as he squares up his chances with the older Ponies. He doesn't stand one, but he can atleast show he doesn't care for them or their words right now. "Ha! I'd like to see you try that, you old nag!" Came the foals harsh words, pawing at the ground uncaring if any dust went flying out from behind him. But as he opened his mouth to yell more angry, snipey little words he was interupted by a rather irritated yell from across the way of the street facing the left of the library. "CHAMP OAKHOOF!" The foal stopped in his tracks, ears drooping as from across the street, a darker coloured stallion trotted over heavily hoofed and glared at the young colt through small, silver rimmed half-moon glasses and a chatreuse forelock. Standing to Champ's side, he glanced at Willow and Pomelo almost appologetically, maybe even embarassment before his glare turned on the young male. "Champ Oakhoof, are you causing trouble again?" Champ darnright refused to answer to the stallion, squaring his jaw and facing away as he let out a loud, derisive snort at the deep aqua adult whose eyes burnt into his back with his glare.

*wants ponies* DARN YOU MCDONALDS. STOP GIVING ME STAR WARS. I DON'T LIKE JARJARBINKS.

Pfft, MudBug and DC would be hillarious.

I'm not sure there'd be any pony for mine. xP

An invite for a slumber party? Normally she never got invited to these things, she was too busy getting dirty and mucking out gardens and compost heaps and nopony usually wanted to assosciate with a dirtball. Which she didn't mind. She just didn't like when they rubbed it in her face about. Mentally she snickered as she looked over the open door and approached with a bright, if akward smile. The only muddied part of her was her mane and her tail and she'd taken a few....as far as it pained her to think of it...-bathed- her hooves and pelt as many times as she could to get the mud stains out of her fur to atleast make some sort of good impression on her first sleepover for a while. Glancing in the door she looked briefly over her satchel bag, she'd brought marshmallows and chocolate biscuits for the evening and she approached the house with a bright, if forced smile. Be nice. Be kind. Don't freak out if there are makeovers, ponies like makeovers, it's just their choice. Trotting leisurely in she noticed the brightly coloured pony whose name didn't recollect at first speaking with what she assumed was the hostess and the darker pony she'd heard the name of every now and then, Willow Wisp or something? Shaking her head she smiled and pulled out both bags of marshmallows and biscuits. "Hey! Sorry I'm late, I brought some snacks!"

A line had been drawn somewhere, but he wasn't particularly sure where it'd been drawn, whether it was laughing at the fillies or fanning his own anger as his loathing bubbled quietly inside himself and it reached boiling point as he saw this chocolate coloured foal get up close and personal with him. Oh no. Nuh-uh. This scrawny little geek didn't just demand something of him, who the hay did this creep think he was? A Royal Guard or something!? Snorting in Moose's face those thick, well used hooves pawed the ground like an angered bull as he took some heavy set steps closer to the other. "You think a little creep like you is gonna MAKE me appologise to some little fillies just because they're too sensitive?" Snapping harshly at Moose he squared his shoulders and stared the foal down. Briefly he'd glance at Grim and suddenly he felt rather rounded upon. He hated this town and these ponies, they were all so -lame- and he found his tail thrashing angrily for a few seconds as some frustrated whinny's escaped his muzzle. "And what about YOU!?" He snapped at Grim. "You gonna make me appologise to some fillies like yer dimwitted friend here??? I'll take you BOTH on!"

Eeeeeenteresting question, I suppose I'd have to play my ponies more really.

Demand more. ;-;

Normally these things would go smooth, he'd laugh, someones emotions would cripple and he'd feel better about himself, but always with fillies it felt akward and as he saw that pale little unicorn start bawling her eyes oput he soon enough felt his laughter die out to an akward drawl. Aw jeez, why did -he- always have to be the one feeling bad in these situations. Watching the snowy white foal run off he was cut off his actions first by that orange pegasus who suddenly now spoke, or rather, screamed into his face, but she ran off before he could say anything. It did rile him up though. A lot. Feeling a frown crease his brow and his hooves agitatingly pawing the ground, he peered at the caramel coloured colt and then to the little red haired bumpkin, feeling his frustration grow far more and more with the passing words of these stupid foals. "Hey!" He snapped rather harshly. "It aint my fault you all sound like a rusty gate when you sing, nor is it my fault this idea is the lamest thing I've ever -heard- of!" Sneering, he glared Moose down with a slightly threatening growl from between his teeth, he wouldn't be stared down by some confectionary coloured creep nor some little brat with a ribbon. Pawing at the ground again he kicked up some dust at the pair of them, not enough to reach the eyes, but enough to make a point of how much his temper was rising. "And by the way, Apple Worm, I wasn't invited, I was just going to snatch and grab a free meal, blame your little Belle friend for being friendly to strangers." He snorted and rose his head slightly. "Everypony knows you don't go around doin' that, she must just be dumb or fearless."

Certainly will try too, Manestream! <3

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Mr. Oakhoof (Boyd) Gender: Male Age: Stallion Species: Pony Pelt Color: Dark aqua blue Mane/Tail Color & Style: Chartreuse yellow and slightly mussed with work. Eye Color: Pine green Cutie Mark: A toy wooden duck and a paintbrush Physique: Lean Residence: Ponyville Occupation: Toy Maker, owner of the 'Tiny Hooves Toy Shop' Motivation: To make, create and experiment with new toy ideas and to be a good father for his son at the same time. Likes: His son, his work, his shop, his new home, his new colleagues, being able to spend whatever time he can with his son, honey, blueberry pancakes and the smell of his workshop. Dislikes: His son acting out for attention, being reminded of his wife, not having enough time for his family, running over a deadline. Character Summary: Since his youth in Fillydelphia, Boyd has always been interested in creating and painting. He recieved his cutie mark when he made his first toy, a small wooden duck with a bowtie and thus found his calling. For most of his life, times had been good, he settled down with a lovely young mare and together they had a charming young foal named Champ. A number of unfortunate illnesses bartering with his wife's already weak health caused her untimely passing and with so many happy memories set in his childhood home, he couldn't bare staying. So one day, when Champ had just recieved his cutie mark, he closed up shop and moved him and his young son to Ponyville, with the excuse that business opportunities were better. Nowadays, he spends his time losing himself in his work with his new shop and hears complaints of his sons misbehaviour and acting out, with no real idea of what to do about it. [attachment=0]ChampsDad.png[/attachment]

What in Equestria was he watching? Blinking at the two other fillies and that caramel coloured shrimp began to sing, he could only gawk at the scene before him for a few moments or two before he felt his lips quivering with a wanting snicker. Cutie Mark Crusaders? Picnic? Adventures? This was like something out of a story book...or a comedy act! While the grownup was going he felt he was about to burst and as much as he tried to hold it back, he could feel his face going a shade darker as he held it all inside of him before releasing it. He laughed. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA! Wh-What is WRONG with you foals!?" He continued to laugh raucously, using one hoof to hold his belly as the stitches pinched and plucked at his sides. This was the stupidest and funniest thing he'd ever seen in his entire, short lived life and as he looked back to the group he had to wipe a tear from the corner of his eyes. Sighing in faint relief he offered that cocksure grin to the group as one large hoof of his gently pawed the ground. "You guys are honestly putting -all- this effort into finding your cutie mark? Pfah! It's sooooo easy!"

I found this show by accident and was expecting it to be pretty much like the last, poorly done series. How sincerely wrong I was.

OOooo the diamond dog design is simply GORGEOUS, I love the reference.

Fluttershy's different dresses. <3

As he drew closer, Champ picked out the easiest pickings of the bunch, that gray coloured shakey looser looked easy enough for a good laugh, so did that chocolate coloured one. Both easy punching bags if he ended up getting in an ill mood or they get in his way, or if he dang well felt like it and he would've felt like it too if not for the whizzing ball of white and pink streaked lavender that suddenly appeared infront of him. Blinking at Sweetie Belle, his ears fell back in slight confusion. He was used to little ponies trying to stick up to him like that mouthy olive coloured one, 'Apple Bloom', or whatever she said he name was. He wasn't listening. Or even being afraid or nervous around him like that gray looking nerd by that little orange filly. But the whole friendly act just kinda put Champ in a bind. He didn't like hurting fillies, he never had, didn't even like picking on them if he had to be truthful, partially because they cried -so- much...but mostly because it didn't seem right with fillies. He was about to answer in his usual attitude to both the little white unicorn and that loud mouthed apple kid before the glare from the older pony put him off, dangit why'd he have to be around? Ruin his image! Squaring his jaw at Burtrum defiantly as he stomped one hoof into the dirt heavily, he looked back at Sweetie Belle and grumbled. May aswell play ball till the adult's away. So raising his head he placed the best cocksure grin he had on his face in some hopes to impress these foals. "The name's Champ, for -obvious- reasons!" Running a hoof over his hawk he looked over the picnic basket and the like before looking back to Sweetie Belle and the others. "So what exactly are you guys doin'?"

The poor dog's ball was soon set to blaze across the sky, or atleast over several Pony's gardens much to the little canine's dismay as it went after it. Champ was in full revelry today, after a thorough fun making of that little pale pegasi punk and a few rounds of Ponyball to stretch out his limbs before he went on a stroll through Ponyville and had a further look about his new home. This place was stupid, but his dad had said there were better job opportunity's here than there were in Fillydelphia, not that he knew much about that. All he knew is that they had to move and he had to say goodbye to his pals that he'd known since he was a little foal. And he hated that, a lot. Flicking his hawked mane slightly he noticed the commotion infront of the library, a nerd convention, great. He was about to sidetrack around it, since he was already in such a good mood before he noticed a few familiar faces, weren't one or two of them from miss Cherilee's class? That little red head was he was sure of it, 'AppleFlume' or something. The others he'd seen now and then around the town but didn't know them. He only heard the gossip from those whinnying filly bird brains Diamond and Silver. They never shut up. Continuing to try and sidetrack he eye'd up the treats and grinned to himself, well, atleast he could get a free meal out of this if nothing else scintilating and he slowly made his way over to the group with his head held rather high. "Hey little girly-girls!" The overactive jock called out as he approached, uncaring of the adult's presence or unaware if they were with the foals, he was more focused on the foals themselves. "What you got there?"

That bloody water area and seeing Mr Face for the first time. >x

It wasn't any suprise that around lunch time one of the few ponies working was the mud monster herself, MudBug. Hooves already deep into a rich pile of soil that was being turned up for the new flowers for this specific patch, the creme coloured pony shook her rich coloured mane and sprayed healthy clumps of muck everywhere in the process. The care that if she flicked mud on some innocent passer by was FAR from her mind as she filled her senses with the rich ear beneath her, that delightful squish as she pushed down into it and then shoved it about, turning it, kicking it, making a trench, or a pile, or a line or whatever was asked of her. As long as she got to do it in mud, she was happy and dandy. While he worked and probably got the mess everywhere, her thoughts drifted silently over the early luncheon she'd had today before the bustle of work. Grilled dandelion and cheese sandwhich with a tall glass of apple juice. The thought even now made her belly groan in delight with the lovingly made weight that sat within it. That in mind, perking her up even FURTHER (if that was even possible with the good mood she was in), she soon sloshed about the muck and earthy grime with greater fevour.

FFFF- This character along witht he coral girls make me wanna make an island pony. This is such an awesome concept. <3