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    Huh I just found this so I'll revive this necrotic thread. I can't say it's been fun. It has been a hard road trying to settle myself here after drama from a previous group who, to this day, continues their antics. I have had some fun threads, finished very few. Because people force their own headcanons on others I find myself and my character, OOC and IC, being regularly accosted despite it being Canon in both show and comics that he is a good noodle. Well I can't stand any more. The lack of community and conversation has killed my muse completely and I don't see it coming back ever. I've made some friends. Others decided to make an enemy of me unnecessarily. I have Asperger's and it is not something I like to admit but to get people to actually talk to me like a normal person it seems, at times, I had to admit such things. My characters were altered during the application process (of which later became Canon despite being Canon in comics and the old series long before) in order to participate in RP, characters I had to apply for because there were none who wished to play with my Discord. Overall I felt the experience negative and cliquey, unopen to a member who tried their hardest for almost three years to be part of this community. A player should not need to try three years to be accepted. No matter what character they play. I do feel hurt and that it is something that cannot be repaired because of the idea that 'I don't like this character idea.' instead of 'I want to RP'. Bad form. I hope in the future other Discord players or anyone to join isn't treated like this than told that it is basically their fault for picking the character. Goodbye.
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    Big Mac perked his ears, brows furrowing as he swiveled them forward. There was a moment he thought he heard Applejack say 'snortin' apples', and by Celestia he could tell you right now applesauce got stuck in your mizzle and gave you the worst sneezing fits... It had been on a date with one of his cousins! Well no matter. "Well ya see--" of course why would Mac explain something so detailed? It seemed the fates had it out for him. He could hear Granny calling from halfway across Las Pegasus it felt. He drooped and unhooked himself from the cart. It was high noon. That meant Granny like needed help with lunch. "Uh, gotta go." He motioned his hoof and sauntered off. It was good reason why they needed so many hooves! Mac and Applejack had only so many! Off the big horse would go. [Exit Post]
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    A magnificent noodle will be coming along to keep certain creatures company. I'll be sure to keep to pony form, even if I think running, when you can float, is silly.
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    The dark-furred Kirin was a sour looking fellow. He looked as if a cat was constantly barking up his wrong tree. Or something. He was never sure with those Equestrian sayings. A sleek body and rich, dense fur the male looked at the peak of his physical condition, but the sturdy looking mob boss had a malady of problems that pricked and prodded at his health on the regular. Drinking would do naught but exasperate his conditions, but it was better than the green sludge to medicine pony fed him on the daily. His lips curled up, sharp fangs designed for the consumption of fish would be on display for but a moment’s pass as a growling exhale pumped from his chest. Tall, dark and handsome with a hint of terror in those eyes of his. The black sclera of the Protectorate leader were ominous, legendary. Those that had the luck of seeing his face and surviving knew well of his haunting gaze. His head cocked to the side at Xovra, those dark eyes narrowing. His magenta pupils shimmered hauntingly. “Time is money Corva, and I rather like increasing profits.” He warned as he sashayed to the counter. The fluffy lord looked more like a scruffy nerf herder than some scary crime boss and that was how it should be. The face of the Protectorate was known by few. To rivals he was a ghost that would pass them and they would never know seeing. But the members knew exactly who they were working for. A young pony came in asking about puppies. His long ears folded back as he looked to Toboe, making a face at her as she slid his bottle to her. Taking it in his hoofs he would snort. Could they smell you? His eyes asked before he raised the bottle to take a sip, unable to hold back his amusement. Jian downed half his bottle before sitting up as a third came in. Pretty sharply dressed. All Jian had on was his thick, purple coat of fur that was, sadly, attached to his body. Rolling his shoulders as his tail hung from the stool, to the floor he couldn’t help but comment. “[What is with all the foreigners? Toboe, I didn’t know you started serving ponies.]” He would say in Long before motioning his hoof, whiskers curling up. “[And selling puppies now?]” He joked. Long Kong wasn’t the safest of places, especially at night and out of the safety of a group. The Protectorate’s influence seeped into many of the businesses and even government officials. Why Jian himself, was a known son of a decorated naval officer. His duties to his family a bit more on the down low. Coltson would need to be careful. Suits weren't always welcomed in these parts...
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    And so it began! The pigs took off, knowing full well how to play this game! They weren't ornery and didn't take getting roped up to offense. Far from it. Seemed they liked a good run. Mac tried to stay out of the way so he didn't get hosed and splattered with mud. While getting a little dirty working on a farm was expected taking a wallow in the pigs' sty was far from a goal. He pulled up a forehoof to cover his face, turning his clean straw across on his muzzle so it didn't meet the fate of his one earlier, what with dealing with the cows in the early hours. With his straw and fur safe his fur far from a caking, gross mess he flicked back his head and huffed as he tossed his mane out his eyes. He reached up to the fence post, hoisting himself onto his hind legs. Looking to the left he would inspect the length of fence. Turning his head to the right he'd again regard the distance around the hogs’ pen went. He snorted, nostrils flaring as he tucked his straw on the other side of his muzzle. Ah nooope. It was best he did not jump the fence. If he missed, which the big fella wasn't given to agility, he'd more than likely take the whole of the fence with him and that was something he wasn't looking to repair. Reaching over he'd undo the latch and scramble out, slipping and sliding on the mud. Once out his hoof slid the gate closed as his gaze drew over to the warrior mare and than his sister. The older Apple sibling sighed and looked over to AJ, his expression flat. By the looks of it the task was one he would rather forget. Hardly the heroic story of a soldier who dun lost a war or one of em legends of some great hero’s weapon used to reroute a volcano. Nope. In this case it was just a disastrous result of social faux pas and misguided views on cow spots. He sighed and looked off, gaze softening as if he was to begin a bardic retelling of an ancient tale…. “....noope.” Nah, he didn't want to bore Tempest with horrible farm memories. If he scarred her now she may never wish to work here again and extra hooves were a necessary thing during the spring and summer. It was why they had folk come in from the city or farm schools learning while, in the same, helping out. Family reunions also did the job. “... hey, uh…?” Maybe they should get going to the next part? The hogs got wiggly if they had to spend too much time in the carts.
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    Come spring ponies of Ponyville and Canterlot would find themselves waking up to not the bright morning sky of blue hey were used to, but to the glittering aurora of green and pink, the sun stuck somewhere between dawn and dusk. It was pretty obvious what had occurred but a large banner and beneath it was what appeared to be a portal between the respective areas. Across the banner it red the Parade of fools. Between the portals multicolored balloons with faces on them floated about, their strong tails carrying a large mirror. Static displayed on the mirror, Discord appearing tapping the microphone. “Is this thing on?” The back of his head facing the crowds. A blue balloon with headphones squeaked and pointed its string tail the other way. Discord blinked and spun around. “O-oh my how embarrassing. Well live performances, am I right? That’s right ponies!” The mirror zoomed out to reveal the veritable king of fools seated on his old throne, a cap and jester’s hat atop of his head. “Greetings one and all! With the gracious leniency of your princesses,” He spat out his tongue and gagged. “I have been granted a day to let you ponies loose from all responsibility: a vacation of sorts. Of course you’ll have the security from your princesses that any changes and alterations will turn it back to normal at the day’s end…” The balloon squeaked. Discord waved his paw dismissively. “Oh fine, fine.” He unfurled the conspicuous looking contract. “In accordance to the games’ rules np ponies shall be harmed, size, color, age shifted in a way that would interfere with the games’ progress and there will be no effects lasting beyond the day.” He paused in his speaking and grinned. “But what’s a day if the sun doesn't set? Of course the agreement was this for halting the day… I have hidden a pocket of my magic somewhere as a reward for one of the games. If a pony can find it using the convenient clues the game will end! Until than fools, jokers and party makers enjoy because today is just for you. Anypony else is a player in the game!” He cackled and held out his paw, tossing the microphone back for the balloon manager to catch. It had an annoyed expression as the microphone bounces off it and held up a picture of Everfree Forest before the mirror zoomed in on Discord once more. With a snap of his claws the fields would be set! The first game is a Scavenger Hunt in Ponyville The second is a capital wide mass checkers game! The games continue until May 18th! -------- There is no posting order. The pace of the game is set by Discord or the game board itself! Things may move ahead or back unexpectedly!
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    Oh the disguised spirit was beside himself with laughter. Well, not actually beside himself. That was one of the rangers! His hoof had slung over the mokujin’s shoulder, the pink nin-pony tuning to face his shadowmaker. It slowly held up a hoof in greeting as the grey unicorn blinked and looked to his creation. He thrust his left forehoof in a straight kick, aiming for the weak spot in the center of his chest. A plume of smoke surrounded the nin-pony, turning him back to the part of the totem he was was part of. The others defeated had also returned to this state after the puff of white smoke cleared from them. The unicorn grinned, his snaggletooth showing off. His ear twitched before swiveling it in Squall’s direction. “I am but a humble traveler.” He assured, turning his skull to fully face the purveyor of the weird and unique, laughing at the air of madness that was wholly tamed by compare to the days of olde. He turned his head to the ever impatient Fire Walker. He was quite surprised her temper had remained in check as long as it did. Neighbors did always seem to strain the host when they overstayed their welcome. Discord always the exception to a rule. It seemed Fire Walker had just about enough of this particular neighbor. Hoof knit sweaters and horseshoes aside she nary seemed willing to have somepony nosing about that ruined her alone time! Xiêyè seemed to know not who the legendary beast was and that only made his coming out all the more dramatic. The unicorn out his hoof to his chest, sitting up on his haunches. He floated off the ground as the Raccoon took over the hyoshigi and clapped the wooden sticks together as smoke surrounded the unicorn, wrapping him in a pink smog that started to take the shape of a fearsome Long. By the descriptions of ancient tales the long bodied serpent gods with curled horns seemed to be what the pink plume formed. But as the raccoon clapped the hyoshigi faster and faster the shadow nin-ponies dropped to their knees in a panic, the remaining two bowing at the formation of this auspicious being! The raccoon blinked and swung its arms out, the hyoshigi sticks hitting the center seals of the two remaining nin-pony and turning them back to the totem pieces. . As the cloud dissipated Discord began to take his full form. Mismatched parts and an outfit as absurd as he! Polka dots pajamas with a hole in the bottom for his tail and Angel Bunny slippers on his hind hooves. “Oh, you know they say the best way to get to know some pony is to sleep over!” He leaned back in the air and waved his paw at the perceptive mare. “Besides I couldn't resist visiting Squall! He always has such interesting toys to play with.” as he said this all the pieces of the totem would stack themselves back before the group, as if to illustrate his point. He looked over to Xiêyè and bowed. “Discord, god of chaos and disharmony. Also known as your local hero and busybody.” He added.
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    Dis -- Detached Cable was delighted his deception worked, but it was not one to Garner world domination nor the upper Goff. An extra kiss, something of which he fairly paid for, seemed to do nopony harm so when his presented cheek was given an extra wet smooch his ears fluttered like a pair of wings, he nearly tipping over as he stood to the tippy top of his hooves. With a snort his eyes, which closed as his smiling cheeks squished up, popped open with the surprise of his near tumble. With unexpected skill and balance the lanky pegasus grey managed to remain upright, if not at a sharp seventy-five degree angle. Cursory as the moment was a few brows were still raised here and there at his exuberant wriggling. The littler pega poked the pink tip of his tongue out against his bucked teeth, pbbt’ing a bit as he chuckled at the apple mare’s question. How delightfully curious these Ponyvillians seemed to be of new faces. Though his was not, by the very basis of his game, new -- it was unfamiliar. A bit squishing, squashing and a misplaced horn: he was a shoe-in for any and many of the new faces that wandered in. And speak of the pinata. The pegaus did take note of Ejaz. Lowering his head to pop the paid apples upon his cranium he peered behind him to grin at the fellow before nodding to AJ. “You can say that! You don't even have to make appointments! I come when a repair is in need! Thanks for the apples!” Laughing the disguised spirit would bounce on his toes and trot out of the scene!
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    Big Mac and Applejack have been roping hogs since they was foals, but he did have a touch of hesitation when it came to a greenhorn wrangling them. His worry as only abated by the fact that they were using the gentler oinkers and that Tempest was a soldier. But what he couldn't stand for was him.being used as the training dummy! He let AJ know by sitting his rump on the ground and giving her a strong look! Well he wasn't gunna say no either. She was a visitor and one AJ right sought to employ. A busy supervillain is one who ain't plotting to take over towns and such. With her reception he supposed they could move forward, maybe get a few.hooves more suited to the workload a farm like their’s required. But no one really ever stayed working longer an’ summer. T'weren't no picnic, to be sure. When the lasso ring looked over his head it did to buck a strand of mane into his face, which he blew up with a distinct pbbbt. “...ready?” Did he really need that much practice? He chuckled a bit at her comment. “Hogs won't usually keep still.” And it was nothing like roping ponies neither, if there was such a comparison. Enslavement and all. When AJ started her countdown Mac had about til three to close the pen sn get himself on the other side! The older stallion scuffled a moment before he got to his hooves and pranced to the pen’s gate. He lowered his head to bump his snout to the surface. Bucking it would like resulted in tearing it off its hinges -- again. He wasn't like AJ in which he could really control his bucks like some rodeo pony. He was a workhorse ager all. “Consarnit!” He neighed when he ended up closing himself inside the pen with them cause he had a split second decision to head in or out and with the pigs starting their squealing as the countdown began -- right awful clever them hogs were, and scattered when the mares began their assault. Some were more skilled as avoiding getting picked while the senior oinkers just laid their heads down against the mud when a lasso came by.
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    Cappy seemed to give a few bits for the cause! The cause, well getting a kiss, a second on. Oh he'd continue to get in line if he could, manifesting as many bits as needed. The attention was nice and the apples were a bonus. He wasn't sure what he could do with the apples, maybe set them free or make snacks for Tuesday Tea. He could rain down a veritable menu of apple treats and even go diving for apples in a giant tub! So many delightful things to make Flutter giggle! Darn tootin’, as she would say, did he know what he was here for! The first kiss was fun, a second can only be more fun! His large ears swiveled forward, those ratty wings and lanky limbs straightened out as he watched her gather him some sweet apples! He laughed out, a whistle singing through the middle of those bucked, front teeth! He paused and raised his forehood, cocking his head in a smug manner. “Well you could say I’m a connoisseur of of apples~” He chuckled and plopped a whole bag of bits, not bothering to count up the amount. “Plus they’re tasty! Have you ever had apple pizza? Amazine~!” He grinned and wiggled a bit. “Oh I’m sure you’ve seen me around Ponyville. It’s always such a gasser here. I’ve probably plugged up a pipe or two and fancied up a few sinks!” He grinned widely. Taking a moment to look over his own body he hummed. “You can call this one Detached Cable.” That was a pony name right? Ehhhh close enough. “Now where’s my smooch miss business Apple?” His squint faced grin showed he was just delighting in this exchange!
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    Mac followed along, hardly suspect of his sister's eventual plan to use him as a training dummy. He enjoyed the walk there, carrying his napping nephew. The stallion's steps were measured. Beyond the rhythmic clip, clop of his heavy hoofs his large body didn't at all bounce about unsteadily. Read ears swiveled forward as Tempest spoke. Sure seemed awful she had to deal with so much. Though... She didn't seem too remorseful. That arrogant pride was on par with Discord. She went on how she was strong and made those no-goods the what for with her leadership yet... Mac would nod at his thoughts. "Take responsibility, however bad." Eeyup! As a strong pony others followed and looked up to, you definitely has to take responsibility and not just by doing a few good deeds. That didn't make any pony good. She could do to tell her stories with a more remorseful disposition, but the last radiated pride and power. T'weren't a bad thing, mind you, but it would make it hard for some others to approach, specially after that there troublemaking. If'n they see she isn't much inclined to even frown, he was sure some of their more faint-prone residents wouldn't take to it. And there went AJ with the overly complex explanations. Too much talk, bot enough do. It'd be easier if she just show her. The hogs that ran up, inspecting Tempest had the right of it. She was irregular, a new face. Petting them as they got near AJ instructed little Zap to clamber off, but what for? Tyke was right comfortable! Though it soon became obvious when she offered him as example. "What?" He protested whilst stepping forward. He looked none too thrilled, expression flat and ears pinned against his mane. Really AJ? We're doing it this way? Didn't much seem he had a choice either! He sighed, shaking out his head, mentally prepping himself! Alright, come on! He debated on rearing up when Applejack tossed her lasso, but weren't what hogs did, so he'd likely sit and be stubborn about it all. Maybe.
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    The little repairpony was delighted to be in line, mainly because it was his second go around! All the kisses. He giggled, tongue poking out over his bucked teeth. With flap-happy little wings and a gangly trot the lanky stallion would crawl his way back to the front of the line. Hopefully Applejack would be none the wiser until it was too late. "Hoo yes!" He hopped and dropped into the front spot in line. "Apples please!" He lisped through those teeth. Oh, bits. Right. What was it with ponies and bits?! He didn't really have bits of his own, chaos noodles didn't work. Even Cappy didn't seem to charge for his services. Wholly odd. He patted his hoof on his chest. Clearly no luck finding bits there. After a moment of thought he had a eureka moment! Pushing his hoof under his wings, twisting oddly to reach -- he'd circle around in place twice before finally extracting a bag of bits. Dropped it on the table the disguised noodle would lick his lips dramatically and push to stance. He leaned his head forward and closed his eyes before pointing to his cheek. "Ah kiss please!" Something was off about the little fellow... More so than usual for the Ponyville residents. Oh well apples and kisses!
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    Well I would surely like to do something in the holiday spirit with the princess, @RainbowFoxxy try on some ugly sweaters and partake in chocolate eggnog and anything else please princesses do during this insane holiday! Perhaps Glimmer & Spike, @Dubstep and Bevel @Pretzelparty care to partake in the festivities as well with a bit of competitive secret santa? Anything else you all have in mind? The noodle is so fun at parties!
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    Mac was right used to ponies finding it strange he didn't talk much, mostly outsiders any how. The whole of Ponyville didn't much feel loss at his quiet. He used to be pretty talkative in his youth, downright bossy! As an older brother he thought himself the cat's pajamas and a right bright Apple. While he was his more persnickety intentions could get in one's nerves. Words didn't often get through to his younger sister once she was of age, questioning his authority and all, mostly on account he could be so old fashioned that playing it safe til the cows came home. Nope, not AJ. Why she would be down at the river wrangling them ladies up with all their gossip and dilly dallying. He matured himself and found that fewer words worked best in not only his sister, but the ponies around him. Action seemed a far better tool than words. Words, well they changed. Sometimes you'd even say the wrong things and lack the words to really fix them up! At least if ya made a mistake you always had the mind to try again! That aside he could pity Tempest's frustrations, but he couldn't help it. He didn't have much to say on the matter that would help it. It would be better for her to experience it rather than him go on some long what now over it. AJ was right on the nose with that observation. On both counts! Mac couldn't help but chuckle feeling little Zap gum at his mane and bed down as if he were a hay cart! But his mane sure was as thick as hay and well it sure was softer than that! He did really good keeping himself nice. He moved along with the group making sure all was well and good,keeping alongside the mares and keeping an eye on Zap who made himself comfortable after his little snack. He looked to Tempest, ears swiveling forward. “Well, you did no good, what made.ta turn over?” Since she seemed miffed by his silence… being in the spotlight wasn't much easy. “If ya pardon.” As to not seem impolite but the silence was better filled by a pony sharing about themselves than seeming a big head and talking about all the things he could do! Seemed much too prideful a thing to do.
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    Big Mac couldn’t help but roll his eyes, at how AJ all but disregarded his worries. Leave her to charge headfirst once she had an idea in her head. He held Zappy in his forehooves and shook his head. “Noope.” He tickled the little guy by rubbing his muzzle against his belly. He sure had a tough mama to deal with! At least Dashie balanced that part out! He smiled at Tempest, her honest attempt to decipher his speech was… well no fault a hers. What weren't none used to how he spoke. A pony of few words he was and she was probably used to a bunch a hullabaloo in the ranks she had been in! “Ehehe, no…” he affirmed her confusing string of words to be pure nonsense and no where near where he tried to converse. Alas… in due time. He helped his nephew finish off the bowl of apple butter ice cream and moved to put the dishes in the sink, Tempest’s including. He had set little Zap atop his head to nest there in his mane while he tucked it all away. Granny didn’t help raise no slob! He made sure to clean every dis after use and wipe down the table. Letting Zap help out, least as much as a wee foal could, about the bubbles and bapping them with the spoons! You had to instill good work ethic in them young, even if it was fun and games! He turned around and gave a nod to his sister. All set to go. “Well, let’s go.” He offered. He would move to pass Zap back to AJ if the foal would go with ease. The older stallion would lead them out. It was easy enough getting down to where they needed, though still quite a walk for ponies unused to the up and downing paths of the farm’s hills. Between the Orchards and the barn there was plenty of land to support trees for not only Ponyville, but much of Equestria! He didn’t talk much on the sights, leaving that to AJ. He had his mind on other things, mostly concerning Tempest. She was said to have been with those no gooders that had caused trouble in Equestria last, though he hadn’t any personal experience with her. He woulda figured she was a pony at the wrong place at the wrong time, sorta deal, but AJ seemed to have a much different experience with her. He had a curiosity that would need to be sate soon enough! They didn’t always have had-luck ponies to help rehabilitate, but when Ponyville did it seemed always the worse of the worse, not passing offense to Discord and Trixie, but twas truer an’ true!
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    The noodle would agree, but only if the apples were all different flavors. Upon vanishing he's lose an apple on the fly. His disembodied claw appeared and grabbed the apple just as it was about to hit the ground and off he was. He had a most clever idea! Why just get one kiss or one bunch of apples! Buwhahaha! With an pop and deflating pffft, the spirit lost his endearing length and handsome parts and borrowed the form of a pegasus not familiar to Ponyville. He had visited once before but today would be the first day he introduce the form to the locals. Brushing his tongue over his bucked teeth the bald, crop tailed pegasus hopped back on line! Oh but ponies had names that we're often conjoined or meaningful. He looked away and hummed. Raising his back leg he looked to his flank and parted his jaws upon gazing one this form's cutie mark. Detached Cable! He nodded, feeling rather clever about this ponysona he's created he settled up in the line, basket atop his head to procure himself another bunch of apples and tender kiss! What pony disliked hugs and kisses? It certainly delighted the ancient spirit. Oh, pardon, youthful pegasus! He he he. Clever snake.
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    There was always a method to the madness, as they would say. The Apple’s peculiar activities may have seemed odd and out of place, but with each job came a completed task that allowed their farm to run smoothly! Even in the worst circumstances, like a bad crop or a collapsed barn, you could be sure an Apple had a backup plan for their backup plan. It really did set a course for being able to do so much at once. While, as a whole, the Apple Family was gigantic: each one did work independently to another, together. It really paved the way for big harvests and varied products that filled Equestria with the love and care they put into them! He looked to the mare as she ate. She sure could put a lot away. He wondered how good she would be at the eating contests at the carnival. While he often hated the kind of pied they had, being an unbiased fan of apple himself, he could see her standing side to side in contest with Princess Luna. He remembered that. It was one of the few times he had free time. Even now, filling up his belly, he couldn't help but wonder what Granny was gunna make for dinner. Mac was sure that snack hit the spot! To call it a full on lunch did his typical luncheons shame! He shifted his weight, ears swiveling towards the stairs as he heard the familiar hoofbeats of his littler sister. Far from the littlest, but when it came to Big Mac, most of his kin were a lot smaller. And by the sound of it the smallest of his kin was tail after his mum. “Well howdy!” He chuckled with little Zappy. “Eeyup.” He affirmed the little one’s ecstatic advancements. The cheerful uncle would lavish his nephew with attention and feed him some of the apple butter ice cream he had while AJ talked to Tempest the stallion pondered a few things of his own. His sister sure was trying to keep the mare busy. He wondered if it was on account a her misconduct in the past. Sure she had lent some similar corralling to Discord, along with her friends, but he wondered if a mare like that could be corralled. It was probably best to burn her out afore trying. “Well now,” the older sibling started. “She ain't an Apple.” Which he was right for saying. Sure she was a tough mare with that there troublemaking group, but did she have the finesse to do the jobs needed? One knew it was right frustrating not being able to hold back a kick where instead of shaking a tree you uprooted it! “Practice?” He suggested something lighter instead of taking her about the whole day.
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    He laid out that snack pretty quick. Big Mac t'weren't called big for nothing! It didn't help that each bit squirreled away between those bread slices were homemade and deeeelish! Why he couldn't remember the last time they had some left over cucumbers or stale pickles! It just didn't happen on the Applefarm! Freshly delivered, just baked, never leftover goodness! Well, unless ya count Monday lunches which were leftovers from Sunday Dinners. But there was no shaking a stick at Granny’s leftover surprise. Mac loved having Monday lunch! All and all he felt like it would fill him up good, but all his fantasizing about lunches and dinner put him.in quite the pickle when Tempest gave a proud assertion of her valiant stamina in hoof to hoof combat. It left Mac gulping for air, not wanting to be caught mid bite were there something to say! He couldn't help the grimace that came with the details of her exploits, which sent fellows through all manner of furniture with their faces. He pulled up a hoof the touched to his shapely jaw. Tough as he was he would almost feel the pain of their loss! She was at least polite and offered not to twist his hoof over picking. She was guest and seemed eager, but it really wasn't the place to do such things. He thought of something that may please her and give her a bit of a challenge without sending a pony’s teeth flying. Mac nodded, resting his hooves on the tabletop. “Hog tyin’” he'd suggest. It was a silly game when they was younger, but one that gave good practice with wrangling those squealers to get them out of their pens for cleaning. Strong as all hay and wiggly at best: getting a hog toes up while caked in mud was harder than taming a stampeding herd a cows! His ears perked up at the familiar sounds. The first was of AJ’s steps. Being a big brother he's known her steps since she was big enough to buck a tree, but the new energetic flappings could only be that a his little nephew! The new uncle seemed to beam with cheer seeing the little guy and offered him a bite of his cucumber! “Eeyup!” He answered before looking to Tempest. “You know...“ Mac started. It did seem a lot to explain now that he took pause to think, so it was better to get to the point. “Hog tyin’ game,” he pointed to the mare. “Practice.” If she was indeed going to stay on the farm a bit, no harm in her getting practice now and it would put down a bit of that energy to fight into growing to something more productive. He looked to Tempest with wide smile, bit proud of his nephew it seemed!
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    Mac was quite a big fellow when in compare to his fellow Ponyvillians. He knows there was a rodeo pony or two that were a might bigger than he, but there was no short reason why Big, was part of his name. Size alone wouldn’ta been enough to justify it why all he did had to be done in such a way! His feats of strength and his big ol heart were show enough that he earned that name for keeps! Plodding to the kitchen the fellow had to take care around corners and appliances, shifting himself with the care of a bull in a china shop. And mind ya those fellers could come about quite clumsily especially when they let out a forceful sneeze! It seemed a practiced touch but, moreover, seemed a pleasant regard that such a fellow could be so attentive to his surroundings. He opened the cooler, a nice burst of chilled air cooled his face. He let out a sigh and fiddled about inside with a hoof, that honeysuckle colored tail flicking as he considered the grand possibilities of a big lunch! “Hmm.” He regarded the idea of just having an apple for lunch. As delicious as they were, s’only good for a snack, in his professional opinion. To have a real meal you needed all the fixings! “S’no good.” He affirmed before peeking out of the fridge and, in arm, was a tower of food items that was not only the fixings, but than some! Setting it down on the table he piled up a pair of sandwiches for them with some apple butter ice cream and a good helping of cubed, chilled apples that would certainly help Mac cool down after such a hot work day! The sandwich was piled nice and high, making sure everything fit just right between the two slices of bread on either end. He dove into the meal and made quick work of the tower, munching it down to a one story after just a bite or two. He could really put food away! He looked at her, considering the words she mentioned. She had mentioned sparring earlier but he reckoned she meant his sister. She was always a scrapper, liking those athletic sorta things. He didn’t consider himself much else asides a farmer. His hobbies seemed to lean away from more physical activities. Twas not to say the workpony wasn’t fit for such activities, but he sure wasn’t keen on hitting a mare. “Uhhh…” He wasn’t too bothered by taking a hit or two. He’s injured himself enough farming to really build up a resistance to most things, sometimes straining himself for not realizing his limitations. “Ah don’t know…” He was pretty unsure. If the mare was a soldier she was pretty tough so he didn’t need to be too worried she’d hurt herself. “...dun seem right ta--” He looked over her form, clearly indicating that -- he didn’t find it right to wrassle a mare. The difference in size was pretty outstanding most times. He was also fully aware of his strength and did his best not to cause too much worrisome problems. Keeping out of roughhousing avoided more of the major forms of property damage they used to cause as a pair back in their youth. No he couldn’t just -- wrassle a mare. Granny would sure have his hide if’n she done found out he was being so ungentlepony like! He hoped AJ was down soon. It was hard enough even tell her no, given such a simple request, but in the same -- gosh the implications!
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    Mac himself did indeed have a sweetheart. It went as well as any relationship could, at least he thought so. It wasn't as if he had any experience otherwise, but did hope his efforts and tenacity sure showed him capable! It was an awful long distance to travel to be sure, but one would never hear Mac complain as he took his apples right on over for her to bake something nice! Despite his shyness Mac was a bit of an unbeknownst mare killer. Many found the stallion a charming sort who could very well make cutting a deck of cards look good. He never did try to be that sort of pony who fiddled around with a filly’s heart. As an older brother he was rather comely when it came to caring for mares! He had two sisters, a granny and irreplaceable cousins and aunts! T'weren't no way in hay he'd do wrong by a mare. He always felt it a might dishonest and arrogant to show off your money and looks over good old-fashioned hard work and perseverance to show somepony else you were reliable! As he had his thoughts it seemed Applejack was up and ready to test that little theory by excusing herself to tend to little Zappy! “Huh?!” Mac was thrown for a loop at the sudden departure of his younger sister. He let those compliments about tree bucking get to his head and he was caught in the spinner! Now he was all his lonesome with the maroon mare! Not that he had and reservations about her as his knowledge of her former intentions may or may not have been shared with him. After a while descriptions of baddies often became so common telling them apart was right a job on its own. He furrowed his brows before he cleared his throat. Turning to face the mare he was able to focus on her proper. Seems her horn was mangled something fierce. But, more over, that armor she wore looked really heavy. She must have been strong. “Soldier?” He wondered, ears swiveling forward before he turned to start walking toward the kitchen, stopping only to make sure the mare was following. “Uuhh...sorry.” he didn't realize maybe it wasn't something she wanted to share. It was one's personal job after all, but one could not blame Mac for the curiosity. "Hungry?" Of course Mac was. He'd spent the whole morning in the field and only had three snack breaks! He always built himself up an appetite.
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    No one could ever say that Big MacIntosh was inconsiderate. Why heck he was sure t’weren’t many who even called him by his full name! Thought that aside it seemed Applejack was just fine, already greeted their guest and what not. The pony looked to be an Ear-- no a Unicorn? Gosh seems her horns gotten chipped off. Maybe she was some sort a soldier like he first thought. Even a wicked scar along her face showed she faced some sort of hardship, though nothing of the sort that he was thinking. Without a view on her cutie mark and naught but some sorta insignia to go on he could only think of her as some sort of knight. Though he wondered what kingdom. Course Mac knew the Crystal Empire had its own sorts, but Applejack was friends with the Princess of Friendship herself. There was no short guessing that she likely met her fair share of dignitaries and emissaries. His sister sure was cultured! A lucky Apple to have experienced as much as she did! Though he could say he was friend with the princesses too, having spent a good day with the Princess of the Moon and having regular game days with the Friendship Princesses’ baby dragon and a demi-god that’s done friends with their local Sanctuary manager Fluttershy! He knew plenty himself, but s’to be expected in a town like Ponyville. He’d admit there were days he missed more quieter times before it got all haywire, but he supposed it was much to ask given a lot of good things came out of these changes! He took noticed the dark, purple mare turned her gaze from him almost with a nervous fizzle. He realized he had too-long stared at her and likely gave her a sort of self-conscious feeling abouts. He did sometimes forget he was a big fella and didn’t much make smaller company too comfortable. It took time for some newer folk to really approach him. He was a workhorse after all, but he wasn’t all business! He nodded furiously when Applejack said he was gentle, and sure as hay, no other he could figure as big as he that sweet. Though Steve Magnet was an exception even if’n he wasn’t a pony. Nice fella, always wanting to do his mane up something nice, but Big Mac never did feel he’d look all that well with a spiffy top! “Eeyup!” He’d agree with his sister before stepping closer. Seems the mare hadn’t a place to go. They could always use the extra hooves and during this time of year it wasn’t any more true with a new mum like AJ with her hooves fuller than usual! “Uh-huh.” He nodded, admitting that he was indeed a great tree bucker! He didn’t think there was much left to do right now though -- he finished the fields and by the looks of it AJ has cleared out most the orchard on this field. “Uh…” His stomach grumbled as if to ring the lunch bell before Granny herself! He blushed and chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “..sorry.” That was a bit rude of his belly, but it couldn't tell a lie and a big fella like him could always eat twice his weight in apples after a good workday!
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    Now there were few more proud of his sister than Big Mac himself. While some ponies did share claim to that pride t’weren't nothing like the pride of family and knowing your blood was out there doing the world something good. He was rightly worried of the sorts a trouble she got into, seeing the sorts a villain she handled on occasion. Discord, while as tame as a bear in a sanctuary still ain’t something to shake a stick at. Still a might dangerous if’n left to his own devices, mind you. Now her latest adventures kept her home with nothing more dangerous than a toddling half-pint colt, courtesy to the union of his mothers Dash and AJ. While a good couple he felt they were awfully busy on their own to raise him without the help of the Apples, but that coulda just been tradition talking and the worry of an older brother and first time Uncle. Now today there was nothing to fret about. AJ was home having herself a little break from both adventuring and mothering doing a bit of field work. He was sure she was glad to be in the orchards again. He knows he was thankful for the help. As eager as Apple Bloom was to take up her sister’s responsibilities she was still pint-sized herself and the workload was just not healthy for a youth to take on. They should be off playing. So should he, to be honest. After a whole afternoon pulling the plow he was about ready to hurl it in the lake and take a nap! That wouldn’t be at all responsible, but seems the screws on the joints were getting loose and as such it made it a challenge to pull straight without a constant sort of wobble. Pulling from the straps he freed himself. The whole field was plowed. Weeds had been taken care of and any old roots that had tried out were plucked up. Now that he had a moment free from the irritation of the plow he took notice of the silence… The signature cracks of AJ’s hooves meeting the side of a tree were nowhere in the air. “Huh…” That was quite queer indeed. Picking his plow up he would carry it back to the barn, taking care not to slam the doors on the way out. Hiois strength was known to occasionally be the cause of the needing of repairs. Turning heel the stallion made his way out toward the orchard. Filled baskets, but no Applejack in sight. His ears perked up at the sound of a none-too-distant Applejack. Well now. Pushing ahead he would soon cross around an apple tree to spot the orange coat of his sister as well as the visage of another beauty. “Errr…” Where had that thought come from? Golly though she was different looking. Not that different was bad, but she definitely didn’t seem like she was from town. “Err… howdy!” Big Mac finally spoke up, whittling away the attempt or two to find familiarity in her. Something about her was a bit -- well, spooky if he was honest. That out fit looked kinda like a sailor’s, but a naval sort. But it was pretty dark for one. Not something you wore at a farm, that was for sure!
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    Ijiroc

    RexDraco posted a gallery image in Canterlot Community Art

    Ijiroc

    From the album: Rex's Art

    The spookiest of spooks! The Ijiroc! Wrote up some spooky lore based on a scary reindeer picture @Dusty found in Canter-chat! Credit for idea goes to ponies and me! Doodle is mine. Lore can be found here.
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