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Steven Magnet had always appreciated the way the light of sun, the pony Princess’s golden orb, under which all of Equestria thrived and flourished, refracted through the waves and the ebb of his river home, projecting broad tentacles of light onto the surface of the muddy floor. The shapes it produced morphed by the second, and the sea serpent could just stare at it for hours on end, as the hypnotizing figures flashed from this to that. Sometimes he’d swish his leviathan of a tail about adjacent to the light beam, musing if he, with enough dexterity, could craft the shape into precisely the image he desired, and become their puppeteer. To be their controller, their ruler... Their undeniable ruler... Other times, he just thought they looked pretty as he swam them by. As of late, Steven has been frantically searching for ideas, for muses, for new forms of fashion of which he could utilize, or even invent. The reason for this seemingly manic search for clothing creation concepts? Why, he was selected as one of the top nine ponies - and sea serpents, as it would seem - in Equestria to vie for the most prestigious position as the apprentice one of the most talented ponies in the whole wide world! The one, the only, the mare, the myth, the legend.... PHOTO FINISH! The reptilian still got giddy just saying it. He knew that somepony had to be watching him, and to report to PHOTO FINISH that little mister Steven Magnet was going to be in the top nine! The top nine in all of Equestria! That number is so low, he could count it on his claws. However, the serpent wasn’t entirely confident that he had a scale for every pony who had tried out for what he had done! Unfortunately, Steven has not been around in pony society long enough to know what they wanted in their outfits. So, he had been trying his hardest to learn how to perform the pony arts - knitting, sewing, weaving - so that he could assemble his ensemble in a timely, neat fashion. Lacking materials, he had resigned to making seaweed vests and grass purl stitches for his training. He promised himself that for every time the flimsy plants had snapped, or ripped, or torn, there would be a fresh new roll of pre-made material ready for him. That was another issue that the serpent had to contend with, causing him many sleepless nights; how would he design his clothing? Seaweed was just a flat, drab green. It wasn’t fabulous in any way, shape or form. Why? It lacked [colour=red]c[/colour][colour=orange]o[/colour][colour=green]l[/colour][colour=blue]o[/colour][colour=pink]u[/colour][colour=purple]r[/colour]! You need colour and style, to be proper and stand out, in order to even consider calling yourself fabulous! And green is so last season. It’s just not a creative colour anymore to Steven, he’d seen so many of his garments awash in it! So that is why Steven was currently zipping through the Manebrush River, which cuts through the Everfree Forest, searching for something, anything, to add a dash of colour to his handiwork. Anything.

Third or fourth. Rarest is INFJ, followed by INTJ.

I say, old chap!

Ooh, I can spoil now. They SO took that last scene from Pinkie Watches Paint Dry. Yes, that is a fic. Also, don't you think that last scene is a little anti-ADD, meaning that if you get distracted easily, you get murdered? Yummy thought. Sad Pinkie... NAOR. Also, matching tees? Team Pinkie? Oh noes... TWIIIILIIIIGHT! (and not the good kind) If Pinkie's clones had matching personalities, why not memories? Shutterfly. Genius. Also a website. Wouldn't hay juice just be dew? Twi, stop giving Pinkie ideas! You're doing powerful magic that can permanently ruin a living begin's QOL, and you, at the same moment, suggest more powerful magic!

First! I actually watched a 5-minutes-early airing! No spoilers, but a FANTASTIC epi! One of my favourites!

Maple gave a silent thanks to Celestia for letting her have the experience, stamina, and determination to even consider joining the race this late in the game. Her hooves were moving faster than they ever had before, even from the bed to her delicious waffles on her previous birthday, to at least find the rest of the marathoning pack. She noticed a light drizzle had proceeded her, making the grass field ahead of her obscured by silver fog. On a more fillylike note, the raindrops sounded like an ant's applause, so Maple attempted to slip a giggle into her panting, and made sure to put extra downward force on her next couple steps, both to avoid slipping on the damp pile of grass just ahead of her, and to add her own applause. Speaking of which, she had a race to run! She may be late to the party, but who says you have to start first to end first? Sure, she may not blast her way to a runaway first immediately, but that doesn't mean she couldn't have fun, and knock down a couple leaves in the process! Maple pondered if there would be any maple trees along the way. Just in case, shehad strapped her trusty sap spigot to her hind-left hoofstrap. It wasn't particularly obtrusive to her gait, the way she had placed it, but it swung back and forth on her leg out of rhythm with her gallop. Mmm... maple syrup... She made sure to have a cupful (or two... or three... or six...) of the stuff this morning so that if her tongue found a morsel sticking to the crevices between her teeth, the mini-explosion on her tongue would allow her to focus enough to charge ahead in the race. Either that, or she was hungry. Finally, the race was in view! Given, it was very far away. Very far away. With one final swipe of the tongue over her teeth, Maple put her pedal to the metal (or was it the grass?) and pushed her muddy hooves harder than she thought she possibly could. The other ponies were producing clouds of dust when their legs pushed off the turf. Pah! Maple had somehow managed to produce a mud-cloud large enough to re-paint her tail, failing repeated flicks. Slowly, slowly, the racers became more detailed, more lifelike, and most importantly, larger. Maple was sweating like an apple bucker on a summer's day, a saying she had learned from her father, as she held her breath one final time, and gave her hooves a mighty leap from the ground, sailing past a few of the more fatigued competitors, and right into the fray. Eventually her gait fell in line with the others, and she gradually reduced it to a brisk canter. She had done it - she was in the Running of the Leaves! So many ponies! So many faces! Maybe she'd like to chat with one, but for now, the only thing she needed to hear were her hoofsteps, her manic breaths, and the tiny pling the spigot made. Looking around, she noticed that there was a large series of trees on the hillside, each one adorned with the juiciest, reddest, most delicious-looking apples Maple had ever seen.

I missed it last year, as it would turn out, so I'd like to enter Maple into the race! She'll bring her trusty spigot too, in case she needs a snack.

My record so far is eight 10cm pancakes, and I drink maple syrup straight up. That's plenty of love. Plus, Fancy Maple is hugging pancakes. There aren't many moosen in this area, nor are they very good to ride. Seriously, their knees are knobblier than you think. Hand hook hoof car door? Fun fun happy happy times aside, I can ping just fine on my own.

Good day, old chaps! [colour=grey](I like it!)[/colour] I noticed some other bronies doing it, and I thought it would be fun! You can ask me just about anything - opinions, facts, and more - and I'll give you as honest an answer as I can! Please note, I do NOT do your homework, so don't play me. Have fun!

I got an 897 in the Arcade mode of Fruit Ninja... Heh, but that aside... I beat the entirety of Pikmin 2 without cheating or using a strategy guide. All 201 treasures. I beat Super Smash Bros. on my first try. In Mount and Blade: Napoleonic Wars, I staved off the enemy alone for a whole three minutes, before finding enough time to load a cannon and fire, which thinned them out even further. I ended up losing, but it was so much fun. I can killstreak in Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood for over 8 minutes. I beat Portal 1 in 15 minutes, with practice. No joke.

Before all else: To anyone spelling it "flugal horn" or something of the like, it is called a flugelhorn. It's a German word, meaning it's pronounced "fleu-gl-horn", "eu" being said like "ewwwww". Gak night, and I'll see you in the morning.

GAK GAK GAK!!!! GAK GAK GAK IS SO EDIBLE, YOU'LL DIE CHOKING ON GAK GAK GAK! GAK GAK GAK IS NOT EDIBLE, BUT YOU'LL EAT IT ANYWAY! AND YOU'LL BUY GAK GAK GAK ANYWAY, EVEN THOUGH GAK GAK GAK IS A USELESS PRODUCT! GAK GAK GAKGAK GAK GAKGAK GAK GAKGAK GAK GAKGAK GAK GAK!

STOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP. WHAT THE HONEST BUCK

I never got a true grasp on all the characters Tara played. Turns out, she was the voicetrack to my early childhood.

It seems to me that the RP does work in the "shake of the weary limbs" kind of way. I like to think of it as a book a group of people are writing together, and they use literary devices to make it, well, a better book.

You're right - INFJ is the rarest MBTI type!

I have over 240 hours clocked as a mentlegen. Come at ME, brah

My favourite NMM candy are Rockets (your Smarties - our Smarties are M&Ms, but we have those too ). They're so sweet~

Maple giggled at the compliment. [colour=red]"Yeah, it is a little goofy, isn't it? Well, it's my first Nightmare Night ever, so I decided to go all out!"[/colour] Suddenly, another alicorn with holes in her, well, everything popped up, along with a whole platoon of giant dragonflies! Maple wasn't entirely sure if this was a pony everypony liked, musing wether this was a "trick" or a "treat". Her question was answered when everypony tumbled to the floor, whimpering in submission. This brave (or maybe just uninformed) little waffle remained the last one standing, going as far as asking this stranger: [colour=red]"Hi! Are you a trick or a treat?"[/colour]

Totally rained out. Not one trick-or-treater, and I'm not going out anymore. Anyways, our pumpkin was an angerbird. I had no say in it.

[colour=red]"Oof!"[/colour] seemed the word of the day as clumsy little Maple crashed into everything that rose above sea level. Even her costume's massive figure paled in comparison to her uncanny ability to cause herself, and everything around her, physical harm. Mirror after mirror, pony after pony, all she could do was grunt the stubbing pain in her hooves as she tumbled from a scary Princess pony the filly had never heard of to a cloud to Princess Maple of the Waffle Kingdom, an alicorn in tan, dimpled regalia whose wings were dripping in what would seem to be maple syrup. Happily enough, all this bumpity-bumping led to quite a laugh when the mirror had a magical effect on it, like making a pony taller or skinny as a straw. Maple's always had a bit of a fear of being alone; all she had had for other ponies for her life up till now were her parents, and now she only visits for a bimonthly weekend! So, falling into a living, breathing equine was quite a relief, because she could have someone to watch, if not talk to, along the way through the labyrinth. Crashing into a filly - or was it a colt? - in a bejewelled gown befitting only Sapphire Shores, she noticed her costume quickly filling up the surrounding mirrors' real estate. After slowly picking herself up, she knelt down towards the glimmering pony and lent out a hoof. [colour=red]"Sorry about that,"[/colour] she mumbled with a blush on her face. [colour=red]"This was a really stupid costume idea. Yours looks really great though!"[/colour]

I've become rather experience with FimFiction, and I've done editing and proofreading work for a variety of authors. Noticing that there are over 5 periods in this paragraph, and your ellipsis is properly formatted, I can rest at ease knowing I won't be trudging through a train wreck. Additionally, I'm famed on certain forums and websites for my ability to make basically any story prompt seem more interesting. I'll gladly give you any help I can :aubergine: