Kalpira

The oh so famous fashionista was caught by surprise by that hornful of sketches for new outfit designs, and yet he didn't manage to see them all. He took a closer look at every single one of them, mumbling comments and ideas for himself. They all had a lot of potential, but Rarity needed to improve them in many ways. He shoved them aside with his left hoof, staying face to face with the purple maned fashion designer. "You have wonderful ideas as usual, my dear.", he said, "But I need something with something more than you are used to see. Something wonderful, marvelous, rare!" He pulled his glasses down with one hoof again, smirking at Rarity and taking a step forward on her direction. He now seemed to be even more excited than before, and expecting for her to accept his challenge. "Something... avant-garde!"

Are your requests still open? If so I'd like to request a picture of Carousel please (ref pic on her profile, check my sig)

Another MLP community? Which one?

Could you review this please?

Loooove the Pinkie Pie one *_*

A little bit out of her serene and calm attitude, Wind Mist brought the saddlebags up again and let them rest over the table. She opened them and allowed the two pieces of a golden pot, large enough in length for a pony to place a meal in. However, it was no longer used for cooking, but for display. It still had the story of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna carved around it, znd several other ornaments to make the pot look prettier. But right now, Wind Mist felt like that piece wouldn't be the same until its two pieces were back together again. "I think they only need to be glued together, but since I don't know much about repairing ancient things...", she said. And actually, she was right: she was great at bargaining for them, but not at repairing them if something happened. She liked to have them exposed on her nicely cleaned shelves, but when her rear or a clumsy roof touched those, everything became a disaster for the poor mare. She kept looking at the repair pony with a begging look in her cristaline eyes. "Please tell me you can fix this..."

Name: Stork Sex: Male Age: Very young stallion Species: Earth Pony Pelt Color: Dark orange Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: His mane and tail have three tones: black, light blue and white. His mane is relatively long and well groomed, and his tail is long and straight. His hooves are black (even if not shown in the picture) Eye Color: Gray Cutie Mark: A white stork with a bundle: Physique: Tall and strong, though not too pronounced on that aspect Origin: Manehattan Roleplay Type: Mane RP Occupation: Full time foal caretaker, part-time artist. He splits his time depending on how many foals arrive at his day care, because being an artist has become more of an hobby to him. Motivation: Stork's motivation is the happiness of the baby ponies that are under his care. That means he is in charge of so much responsibility for so long, but it is a reward to see the little foals having fun and listen to their giggles, which shows how he is accomplishing his mission. Likes: Foals, small and delicate things, taking care of others, creating new things, paint brushes Dislikes: Listening to sad cries, broken toys, snobbish ponies, any kind of evilness Character Summary: Stork was born in the large city of Manehattan, among a big number of siblings. He was the oldest of all of them, and therefore, the one that should look after all the others while his parents worked. His mother had always been a very busy mare, not paying that much attention to her kids. Even though that was all due to the heavy pile of work she always had, she loved every single one of them the same way. His father, on the other hand, seemed to only care about the boys, and to turn them into powerful and handsome studs. Young Stork kept that idea in mind, and that was why he always hid under his mother's protective wing. He didn't like violence, but he had learned how to protect himself from others if he had to. That was why he didn't spend that much time with his father, because he was the one treating his brothers' wounds everytime they went out with dad. The young foal preferred to spend his time with his mother and some of his sisters. With them, he could be delicate, yet behave like a male at the same time. He grew polite and happy, while the muscles of his brothers grew bigger and bigger every year that passed. But he loved all of them the same way, having fun with all of his siblings during his free time. However, when his mother fell ill and lost her job, Stork felt like he had to help out the best he could. With some things he had learned over the years, he had mastered the art of painting. And heading to the streets of Manehattan, he sold most of his paintings and brought money to the large family. His father spent his time taking care of his mother, medicating her and making her her meals. Stork had always wanted to help, but his father denied all of his help, stating that he wasn't strong enough. And with that, Stork turned to his siblings, that were all of them - the 15 of them - in a bad mood and fearing for their mother. Even the strong little colts that had grown attached to their father were now shivering in a corner, worried about their mother. Stork was the one to prepare them warm meals, sing them lullabies, play with them to distract their young minds, and so on. With his persistence, his siblings felt more optimistic and with that help their mother started to slowly recover. In that moment of joy, when his mother got up from bed, Stork's cutie mark showed up: a stork itself, carrying a bundle, with who knew, a foal? After some more years with his family, Stork decided to move along like his brothers and sisters. After helping the family with several of his paintings sold out, he moved to , and now runs a day care on his own house. He kept on painting and selling things made with his own hooves, like clay jars and similars. All of those techniques learned on his way to Fillydelphia were well worth it, and now he practices them when the little ones are asleep. Just like he was taught, he grew with good manners, delicate with all the ponies he met and a young stallion that loves to take care of other ponies' foals. He moved to Fillydelphia to make some friends and learn more about Equestria, but also to know the foals that inhabit there.

I'd LOVE to apply for her, but my western accent isn't that good, since I'm not from the USA...

+\\[[ I am TREMENDOUSLY sorry about the delay everypony, but I was fixing a few things about Carousel and didn't wwant her either to vanish out of nowhere or to change her attitude radically. Sorry once again ]] The pony kept listening to both of the other two. Even if their conversation was confuse, it provided her a few giggles that escaped from her mouth. But shortly after she sighed. She had realized how naive young Pinkie was, and she was still wondering what were the intruder's real intentions. She shook her head from side to side, and with her magic, she cut a few rope rings in order to release her new pink friend, but keep the "spy" tied up. "You alright, Pinkie?", she said, taking a close look at Pinkie Pie, "Glad you are. Now about this... friend of ours, if he wants to pull up a prank, he should have known better that Pinkie Pie would have caught him fast enough for him to even have time to say 'Candy!'", she then said, blowing up a snif over the stallion's mane, making it move up and then down over one of his eyes. She then turned to Pinkie Pie again. "Hmm, what should we do with him then?"

The gentle yet slightly distracted and absorbed filly turned to the shop's owner, listening to her words carefully. She cocked her head to one side and to the other, as she listened. She then let out a 'hmmm' and rubbed her chin with the back of one hoof, realizing that she could actually get a taste of all of those teas right in there. Maybe she would get a chance of collecting even more samples for her albums and saddlebags! She looked back at Techno and smiled widely. "I know you're a tremendously talented filly, so why don't you surprise me? I would like to see what you can come up with to present to a customer.", she said in a gentle voice. She was sure to want to have a taste of those mixes, mainly because they had a wonderful scent and look. "Oh, but please let a few leaves floating on the cup.", she then added with a few nods.

Well, I have one of these scary stories too... For years and years I had noticed I had that baby fur all over my face, not that noticed by others but rather annoying to me. So I grabbed my mom's bottled wax, that needed to be heated up in order to be used correctly. Dumb me, I put it inside the microwave with the bottle completely closed, so when i open the microwave to remove the bottle, it explodes on my face. Lucky me that I had my glasses on, otherwise it would have blinded me. I still have a burnt scar on my chest, but the burns on my face healed completely, despise the long time.

Hoity-Toity didn't even notice the presence of the rainbow maned pony, simply because Rarity was his star in that boutique for him. He walked forward, heading towards the pony manequin with Rarity's last creation and paused there for a moment. He admired the details, even if the piece was still in progress. But he could already evaluate it, since the beginnings of pieces were the most important part of big masterpieces. "This has a promising look to it! I can't wait to see this piece finished!", he said with a wide smile, raising his hoof as he always did when watching a piece. He already knew that Rarity was quite talented, but every now and then he came to Ponyville to check her new pieces. He then turned to the author of the fashion piece, now with a more serious expression. He held his glasses with one hoof, looking at her with his large dark blue eyes. "What are the threads you are going to use on this piece, Miss Rarity? I hope you're not considering the use of sparkly ones."

The sweet Hippocamp's song finally hit a high note, a pitch, and something connected inside of her head. Her eyes were still glowing, but at the same time she was going back to normal. The touch of that hoof was enough to make her brain recognize the world around her, and the glow on her eyes started to fade very slowly. She caught herself in front of the red stallion, that seemed to be fascinated by her appearance. She shook her head and blushed heavily. "Where am I? Oh? Oh please forgive me Sir, for anything I did!, she said, looking around at first, and then back at the red stallion, shaking her head once more to make sure she had returned to reality.

Star Trust had been embracing her obsession with herbs and excentric specimens, smiling to herself here and there and bringing her eyebrows close to her eyes more often, while she took a scientific look at all of those herbs and tea leaves. But then, one of her ears caught something headed towards her. Somepony was calling for her. She turned around quickly, her ears perking up in a sudden as the gentle sound of the musician pony's voice. Her head turned around first, and only then her body did so. She had a confused expression on her face, as if she had been completely appart from that group of fillies. She still hadn't even realized that that place was a shop, but she just knew that there was something special inside of it. "Oh, hello there!"¨, she said, a smile showing up on her snout. She trotted happily to the grey filly's side, then noticing the shop owner. She giggled a little bit. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Is this your shop?", she asked Techno Tealeaf, a little bit embarrassed of herself.

Pearl Dust will be a great friend of Pearl Wishes xD

Well, I must say I feel a little frustrated. I thought we couldn't apply with characters with real life features, and Wind Mist (my own character) is supposed to be a medieval chinese character. I know that one of Photo Finish's assistants has oriental-like eyes, but I thought it wasn't allowed in this forum...

Well I currently only own G1 to G3 ponies, filling my entire room to be exact! The only G4's I own are the six mane, the basic ones with the pets. But I might post some pics here later ^^

The gentle filly trotted happily over the roads of Ponyville, wandering what she would discover today. Her saddlebags were, as always, filled with a large ammount of curioisties. Her left saddlebag had all kinds of herbs she had found on that day, from the stinkiest ones to the most beautiful and rare of them all, passing through the poisonous ones. And her right saddlebag had animal remains, such as a phoenix feather she had just caught -probably from the passing by Philomena- and a lizzard tail. She was used to such a weight, but she would never feel satisfied until her saddlebags were full of amazing samples. She humbled some tunes from Canterlot, mainly the ones she heard while celebrating in taverns with her more relaxed fellows. Or else the ones heard during harvest festivities. But her happy trotting stopped as soon as she saw a sign that indicated that the house in there was a tea house. Her eyes seemed to sparkle at that sight, and she didn't even think twice: she entered it, loving the sweet scent that came from inside. Almost without realizing, she caught herself watching all the herbs closeby, analizing them in her head.

Fixed that as well Skye

The young hippocamp smiled widely and let out a giggle. "And you're a nice pirate!", she said, almost tripping over the new pony's questions. She had heard them, yes, but the amazement of how nice she sounded made her feel even happier for talking to an earthling. She could finally talk to somepony that wasn't meand AND liked the sea, just like herself! "I am fine, thank you. And the weather seems to be great as well, even if the fish down there are quite agitated today. Spring cleaning or something...", she said, first nodding at the pony, then looking up at the skies and then motioning her left hoof in circles and in a discursive way, babbling like she used to do. But then she smiled widely again. "What about you? What brings a four-legs that spends her life at sea to its origins?"

Fixed that Sorry I got too into writting her life story rather than explaining the main points of the app

The forest was dark. And creepy. And perfect for a being like Terik BloodEye. The Griffin was hungry, and he wanted to eat something soon. In that dense forest, it was hard for him to fly without being noticed, so he knew he had to stroll on land without being noticed at all. With his skills, he knew he was able to catch the best meal soon. Over a rock, he felt the scent of rabbits. Well, it wasn't that much of a big meal for him, but it would do. He hid behind trees, bushes, and even boulders. He had heard voices, so he would be very cautious this time. He saw two ponies from inbetween two old trees, but he scented the smell of a delicious rabbit hiding inside a hole. In a split of a second, he jumped and landed over the hole where Sunny and Heart were looking at. He looked at both of them with a threatening look. "My meal."

Finished this one.

Oops, my bad ^^' Corrected those mistakes. I wrote this late in the night, hence the mistakes. Seeva is a girl.

The beautiful Hippoccamp was now completely unable to control her own instincts, as they now drove her to something she wouldn't naturally do. Her eyes didn't stop glowing, while she kept saying meanless yet soothing words to the red stallion. She could sense him moving around quite a lot, which for her it meant he still wasn't focused on her. She approached even more from the spot where he was, and started to sing in order to catch his attention at once. Her hooves seemed to make the floor squeak a bit everytime she paced, but her tail wasn't heard at all. The scent of the ocean filled the inn even more than before, not the fish stentch expected from a sea creature. The Hippocamp was finally face to face to the red stallion, and she didn't even know his name. She was completely focused in calling his attention to the weird being she was.