flutterscotch

I just remembered that Hasbro had characters in the g3 line kind of like flutter ponies called Breezies. You just KNOW they'll bring that back.

Hello Shimmer! Welcome aboard! If you had a cutie mark, what would it be?

Jonagold is ready to play with the other ponies! Edit: also, I apologize if there are random "L"s missing. There's something wrong with my keyboard.

I would totally be up for this. I've been thinking of bringing Gusty (one of my all time favorite ponies) about as a RP character anyway! I would have to re-watch it though. Haven't seen it since it was in theaters.

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Jonagold Gender: Male Age: Colt (but an early bloomer, could pass as a very young stallion, even though he won't officially be one for a few years) Species: Earth Pony Pelt Color: White Mane/Tail Color & Style: long-ish usually messy golden yellow with deep pink streaks, like the apple. While his mane and tail are longer and much prettier when they are actually brushed than a lot of the other colts his age, you would NEVER mistake him for a filly. Eye Color: pale pink Cutie Mark: An apple tree with aqua leaves and an ocher-colored trunk with several pink apples matching the streak in his mane on it. Physique: Huge for his age, but sleek, strong and fast. Residence: Appleloosa Occupation:helps out on the family farm, goes to school. Freelance pegasus (in his dreams). Motivation: The child of two apple-loving farm ponies, Jonagold just naturally grew up knowing his talent would have to do with apples. He was the first in this class to get his cutie mark, a near perfect blend of his mother' simple pink apple (Hidden Rose*) and father's bare apple tree (Jonathan**). But now that Appleoosa's growing and he's experienced new things (and since his sister Gala has almost the same EXACT cutie mark), he's wondering if maybe he got his cutie mark TOO soon. Likes:Apples (duh), adventures, taking dares, exploring the desert, apples, flying contraptions, oh, and apples Dislikes:When his somewhat ditsy sister Gala's being annoying, especially when she tries to tag along on his adventures, people who make fun of farm ponies, making new friends to go on adventures with, Pegasus Ponies (He is SO jealous of their wings), stallion-age ponies showing his sister attention that is inappropriate. Character Summary: Hidden Rose, the shy and awkward mare, and Jonathan, the brash, friendly "most-eligible-stallion-in-town"; youngest in a family of too many to list here, would have been considered the least likely of matches when they met as mere foals attending the pony equivalent of daycare. However, as they grew up and went to school together they discovered that they had so much in common that they even had similar cutie marks! Eventually they got married and took over Hidden Rose's parents' farm (Jonathan's parents' farm was already in good hands). Some seasons, apple-bakes and happy years later, they were blessed with the two prettiest twin foals you'd ever wanna see. They named them Jonagold and Gala. Jonagold was grew into a sturdy little colt, dashingly handsome, while his sister a delicate and fawn-like beauty. Everypony in Appleloosa fears for their young daughters for the day a few years from now when he reaches Stallionhood, but for now he is far more interested in fun than fillies (although if he ever met Applejack, even though she is WAY too old for him, he might be a mite smitten.) Fearless, he and his earth pony friends would "play pegasus" by jumping off the nearby cliffs into a shallow river, or sneak into the Saddleveil Plains to secretly spy on on Chief Thunderhoof's herd in the dead of night. A few times they even ventured in search of the ghost town rumored to be in the Painted Pinto desert, but much to his chagrin he and his friends never found it. An active colt, and the leader of his little band of friends, there's been no ridge that he hasn't climbed nearby Appleloosa (but shhhh! Don't tell his parents) The brash and hot-headed colt is never one to not take a dare, and it gets him into trouble at school all the time. It was during one of the numerous times where he was suspended from school for some kind of mischief or another (nobody remembers exactly which), his parents tried to punish him by giving him applebuck chores for the very first time. At first he rebelled, like any kid asked to do chores would, but feeling the sun on his back, smelling the sweet apples, and hearing the hum of the various bees and yellowjackets enjoying the windfalls was increasingly pleasant to him. He was big enough that a hefty kick brought down all the ripe ones, but spared the ones that were not quite ready yet. Now this was a surprising departure from the clumsy baby-colt attempts that he'd tried a few seasons back, and he LIKED it. Somehow he just naturally knew just where to place his kick to minimize waste. As he got into the steady and fulfilling rhythm of clearing an acre and a half's worth of apples, he didn't notice that it had gotten dark. Sad that the work was through, he plodded back to the farmhouse where his mother had baked him his favorite: a nice apple cobbler (after all, apple deserts baked with love were his mother's special talent). Now if Jonagold liked anything as much as his newfound favorite past time of applebucking, it was probably eating apple deserts. As he dug in, he thought to himself "Gee, there's nothing better than being an apple farm pony, even being a pegasus can't be this good!". At that moment his cutie mark appeared on his flank. And then of course his stupid sister had to go ruin the whole thing and get nearly the same exact mark a few months later, because she didn't have enough of her own personality to find her own talents, she had to do EVERYTHING Jonagold did. After he got his cutie mark it was settled, Jonagold would help his dad and eventually his sister with the applebuck chores every season. They divided responsibility for the the acreage evenly, but Jonagold was always done first, and then would help his sister out for a row or two. After his chores were done, though, he was free to go off adventuring. Now, he was completely satisfied while he was doing his farm work, but sometimes the second he stepped off the property he felt a little discontent. Whenever he felt like this he'd head straight for the Painted Pinto Desert and try to sort himself out by running in the soft sand. It was during one of these little huffs that he met his current best friend, Galaxy***, a pink unicorn about a year older than him with a penchant for adventure and inventing what he considers spy gear, who lives on the edge of the desert. Together they make trouble for themselves to get into; and succeed quite well for a sleepy little town such as Appleloosa. *(Note: yes, I know Golden Delicious would be more appropriate) ** Apple cultivar. Not the boy's name. *** Hopefully WILL be a RP character. Other notes: based on G1 Characters. These poor ponies were never released with real names, just the "Apple Delight" family. Originally, I had called the dad Jonagold and the son Braeburn (scroll down), but the names had to switch up a bit for obvious reasons. The symbol will be a simplified version of this: I do not plan of making RP characters for the rest of the family, and will not be annoyed if anyone else does. Working on FiM art of them.

http://www.avclub.com/articles/my-little-pony-friendship-is-magic,55168/

You can also reenact the great Earth Pony vs. Pegasus/Unicorn war that will come once the Earth ponies throw off the shackles of their empowered oppressors! Either way. Sounds like fun! I am not super good at chess because I do not know the standard defenses, but my brother and I used to make our own chess boards all the time!

Liking what you like is not necessarily a choice. Being an asshole on a messageboard to inflate your sorry sense of self-worth is*. *Ponies, especially not bronies don't do that.

Welcome! If you were a pony, what would your cutie mark be?

Oh, I totally never even thought it would fly in regular RP. I was just going to stage it in Canterlot. But I'm moving it to a fictional city anyway, for the lulz. And the bad puns.

Thanks! Unfortunately, I was silly enough to post this on facebook. There now more pinkies coming my way. HIDEOUS pinkies.

Hi everypony! In about 2 weeks (If I can get the character approved)I'm going to be starting "Daytime TV style" Pony soap opera thread in Canterlot. Romance! Intrigue! The same character coming back from the dead or revealed to be an evil twin! Backstabbing! In short, completely ridiculous fun nonsense. Just because ponies don't have television doesn't mean we should deprive them of their "stories". So if you have an OC who's a ruthless jerk, a spoiled heiress, or just a backstabbing asshole who doesn't quite fit into any of the active threads, bring them aboard. And if you don't and want to try your hand at wither writing, or at least responding, to overly dramatic purple prose, make someone up. And if you have any suggestions to get it started, by all means I am open to them. I just wanna try something this goofy.

In a the nearby undergrowth , Blushroom was doing her daily duty of scouting for delicacies. It was just at the edge of morel season in this part of the Everfree forest, but she was still hoping she could find just a few more to flavor the crepes she was making her grandmother for a very special birthday breakfast in the morning. The midafternoon light dappled the forest floor and the beautiful soft orange tones of the pony's coat, at least the parts that were not covered in mud and various bits of plant material. The birds around her were chirping their hellos as the solitary young mare waded through a patch of ferns, their leafy fonds ticking her belly as she searched. "AHA! There's one!", she mused, spotting one of the wrinkly buff mushrooms. She put the handled basket down and then plunged her face into the green sea of ferns, gently grabbing the morel and popping it into her basket. When her head came up once more, she had the basket in her mouth. Her muzzle was covered in even more black dirt than it was before, and her rather matted mane was simply filled with bits of fern, leaves and other natural detritus. She didn't care. Nobody was going to see her looking like this today! Nobody was going to make fun of her! Suddenly she heard a high-pitched "AEEEYYYIPE!" coming from the direction of the clearing. Instinctively, she dropped to the ground amongst the ferns onto a cool bed of moss. The handle of her basket tumbled from her mouth and the morels she had worked so hard to gather spilled out. "Dragons!", she thought, her heart racing, "Or wild griffins! They've come to get me!" She cowered in the sweet-smelling fronds for a moment. No more yelps, instead a soft conversational murmur. Two voices. She slowly and quietly moved her matted forelock out of her eyes, and pushed aside some of the ferns. Through a tangle of underbrush she could vaguely make out two ponies, a huge pinkish one and a tiny purplish one. Part of an eye here, a bit of coat there, very floral colors on both of them. The young mare watched them for a minute or so, catching more details of the ponies she was more and more considering intruders. "Oh no! it's WORSE! They're ponies my own age!" , she thought with just a tad bit more of a melodramatic flair than was strictly necessary, "And one of them's a BOY! AND A UNICORN! And look at that mare! She's enormous! On my gosh! What are THEY doing in my forest? What am I going to DO?" Until then it had never occurred to Blushroom that other ponies would simply wander into this part of the forest, her own rambling PRIVATE wild woods since she was the tiniest of foals, of their own accord. She quietly backed herself to the edge of the fern pack towards the trees where she would be hidden further and stood up. In a desperate attempt to scare them out of the clearing she put all her weight toward her front hooves and kicked a nearby oak tree with all the force her hind legs could muster, the same force that immediately plummeted her face first back into the fern pack. "That'll scare them off for sure!", she thought. A small comfort for her now sore and scraped face.

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Twilight Sparkle.

dude, that game looks hard. It would have had me kicking the console in a baby rage.

Dear Princess Celestia. Today, I learned that by being on Mibbit chat pretty much all day, I did not get a whole hell of a lot done.

I never got into the Acorna series, but hot damn did I love the Dragon books when I was younger (and recently re-read them for the amusement)

Your parents need to stop being assholes. That is horrible.

I do not understand why at 32 freaking years old, a lot of my friends are still selfish sociopaths. SCENARIO A) Say you and I are friends. Have been for years. And you made me a salad, and offered to put croutons on it. I don't like croutons on my salad, but what actually say to you is "no thank you, I don't really like croutons", which should be enough. Now, perhaps I should have been clearer and said "no thank you, I don't really like croutons on my salad", but I don't feel that that level of things are necessary when talking about lunch, especially when lunch is sitting in front of me, uneaten. But I DO like eating croutons out of a bag. So, later you come across me eating croutons out of the bag and lambast me for LYING about not liking croutons earlier. SCENARIO I go somewhere by myself completely spontaneously. You were not invited because you were not right there at the time, or it was not possible to get ahold of you. Or I wasn't even thinking of you because I was running errands. Of course, you believe that i totally planned to take a different way to the god damn laundromat for the hell of it and accidentally discover a lovely park that I didn't even know about, just to keep you from it. SCENARIO C) I go somewhere without you. Upon recounting the events, I forget that we stopped at McDonalds, accidentally, because it completely not important or relative to the main story. Because obviously I don't have a minute to minute timeline of what I did in front of me, and I am half drunk. Later, when recounting the events, I put the McDonalds back in, and then my entire story is called into question as a huge lie. SCENARIO D) Or perhaps we collect the same or similar things that are kind of hard to get ahold of, or expensive through e-bay, and we are on a shopping trip together. There are certain pieces we are both looking for, and I know that without a doubt if I find one of them and I offer it to you you will turn around and sell it a few months later. Now, ordinarily I would even purchase it for you secretly, and then give it to you later as a surprise. But a combination of countless iterations of Scenario A, along with the sale of countless things that I have gifted to you (and if it is offered back, it is offered back at the price you want for it, not what was paid for it), has kind of made me sick of your ****. So for the first time I find something we are both looking for, just as I am checking out, behind the register. So I buy it for myself. Right then and there. And you walk up and immediately start jumping down my throat about how long you have been looking for the item (even though it was on my list before I knew you), and how dare I hide it from you the entire time we were in the store. Now, after Scenario A + B + C + D or any combination thereof is enacted several times more than is reasonable for "just having a bad day", and I DO point out to you that it's kind of ****ed up; you're kind of overstepping the bounds of friendship. Do you still wonder why I try to not talk to you?

Is that so bad? I've had Skye for most of mine. Skye is totally fine. But xXKittyBabyWolfFace18Xx would be completely ridiculous by the time you were 50. See, you started simple. Not everyone does (and no, i was just trying to cheer Zira up by being silly, not make fun of her name)

Time Pilot is kind of like Omega Race in gameplay?

I know, but I figured it would be appreciated nonetheless. The punchline is that it wasn't a REAL MLP forum. It was one they staged just for the joke. It is sadly believable as an Internet forum thread though; that is what makes it really funny. Indeed it does. Because that is EXACTLY the kind of thing that used to happen on the MLPArena, you know, when folks weren't pleading for people to give them advice on their pain-killer addictions.

Haute Couture is a category of dressmaking that it's not a specific style and is is misused quite a lot (Juicy, I am looking at you). It is regulated, much as the term Champagne is regulated, to not deceive people about the quality of what is being made. But they do not regulate what style is being used, they just regulate WHO can use the term. It is considered an art and open to interpretation, but it definitely refers to the art of creating a dress specifically for an individual, out of the highest quality fabrics. Think of it as using that individual as a base to create a sculpture, even. And not just anyone is allowed to bandy the term around (but they do anyway). She sketch she shows is rather Dior-like, or Chanel-like (elements of both, and seemingly very 80's come to think of it), and they is certainly French, and certainly have proper couture houses so maybe that is what she was referring to by. A specific designer's style that couldn't be named due to copyright constraints. the sketch: A somewhat older Dior couture dress that shares some elements (but is a little more geometric) There is one that is even more similar, but I can't find it again. I KNOW there is a source image they used as the basis of this and I saw it somewhere. But there is no way that shapeless monstrosity that she ends up with could ever be considered high fashion. It looks like it came from the 90's. From K-mart. Or a clown store. Or an Oscar De La Renta runway show (oh BURN).

UGH. I hated baby Lickety Split.