Friendship Letters

The Castle wasn't the first name that was considered when making a Rp Group. Canterlot Castle was to be the official name, however it had soon changed when the sound of it in action seemed rather....cringe. Therefore the words 'The Castle' seemed to fit a better style of title. So much so that it is basically its own brand. (Not really) During the beginning stages of The Castle, Kirra, Velvet, Levi, and Chloe did not exist. It was originally meant to be a Castle with unnamed Lunars, Solars, a...

Got news today from the top, big mane's are coming down to introduce us to a new project. We finally can move forward with Project Genesis! I have been hoping that we'd get the chance to take G3 development to a new level! The only issue is getting the team in line before we start dishing out the new collective requirements. I wish I could list every bit of what we are doing here, but Galv says "security is top priority, so redact it all." Well, I need a way to write down my list of notes, don't...

"Shit shit shit," Talon yells as he runs through a temple that is collapsing "Dont touch anything! Thats all you had to do!" Knight yells as he runs farther in front with Devine on his back "Argue later boys! Knight left at the next turn!" Devine yells as she reads a map ...

"Will you tell me why you have been holding back?" Devine asks Knight as they lay together in a tent. He takes a deep breath and turns to face her, "Long ago I fell in love, but the one who I fell in love with was someone who I was not able to be with easily, we faced many difficulties and all who knew us stood against our relationship. We were even engaged at one point but our opposition was so dead set on ensuring we would never wed that they attacked her during her bachlorette party. She l...

Step one : draw a line Step two: draw the rest of it.

Dear princess Celestia, Today I learned you should check if you're welcome before joining in a roleplay, otherwise you're likely to make someone uncomfortable. Including, but not limited to, yourself.

Fremserp es majik

//Actual final post for the site. I wasn't happy with the ending I gave Asuka and her family before, so I wanted to give it another shot. If I don't end up being dissatisfied with this one I'll probably go back to to being dead after this. "Hey. Sock. Is my mane still good?" Mateo questions his wife on the state of his hair for about the fifth time since he'd styled it an hour ago. Asuka rolls her eyes, but her coy grin betrays her feigned annoyance. "Yes Matty. It looks great." Mateo pops a...

Hello, This is Thomas Reid of the childrens ward. I will be discussing an oddity. The Glutton. The Gluttonous Eater is a unique mutant that isn't made by anything alive. In fact, the creature in question is made up of the corpses of livestock. Pig, cow, and sometimes chickens. The idea was coined by me in an attempt to lessen the loss of children. The point of using them is attempt to use cadavers or animal bodies to out advantage. Mayhaps the mystetious substance that is Choke can bring lif...

NEFARIOUS! would be walking the streets as a small child would grab his hand. "Help mister! There is a bad man and he has my brother! Please!" NEFARIOUS! would sigh and walk towards the alleyway. It was a trap. He knew that much but what was it? Gang activity? Murderers who rope children in. No... He would keep an eye on the left side of the alleyway. Neffy hears breathing instead. Once he got close, he could see deformed fingers as he stopped mid-walk and just after a big row of teeth would ...

This is Thomas Reid of the childrens wing. Today, I will discuss another failure made by simple morbid curiosity. I also want to put on record that despite the children being considered failures, I will always interact with them. Even the most dangerous of the sorts. Just because they are made this way doesn't mean they are worthless or unlovable. The Conjoined is the first mutant to make me realize this. This gentle type of mutant is often loving, kind and, touchy feely. It enjoys hugs an...

Greetings and hello! This is Thomas Reid of the childrens wing. I specialize in child psychology and humane human transformation. This was what my goal is. Now my goal is to not only save what children I can buy uncover corruption unlike anything. I will be going over every 224 cases involving child experimentation here at Sunnyside Childrens "Hospital and Orphanage". Our first case is going to be about myself. Unlike my cohorts, I use only willing people and myself. However, I have don...

Talon had now become part of the group, he was a welcome addition especially since Knight and Devine still had trouble talking to each other like they used to, they really needed to talk things out but it just never seemed to be the right time. As they traveled Knight would train Talon in weapons and combat as well as teach him science and a few other things that he thinks he could master. "So, not to pry, but we have been traveling together a few weeks now, are you two like dating or somethi...

Hello, everyone! I'm sure you're all curious if I had scrapped content from all 4 series that I've done. Well... *Pulls out big idea journal* I sure do! I'm not gonna go into every detail, but know that there have been 3 journals worth of scrapped ideas for the 4 main series, yes, including the reboot. I'm gonna go into the more interesting ones to save my fingers some room. Here we go! By the way, to save my fingers even more, I'll title each of the 4 series as such in chronological order: Orig...

(Welcome back to the island of tortured memories. Ready to see the mascot-only room once more? This is a sequel to a horror story I did way back when involving Destroy Man from No More Heroes, and the Abandoned by Disney creepypasta main location, Treasure Island, or, as it's called in this story, Mogwlii's Palace. This time around, the heroes return back to the horror place where it all began. The abandoned Mowglii's palace. There has been some unusual activity on the island lately, and Stickma...

After the scuffle with Reid. Shila and NEFARIOUS! would be at the incubator. Admittedly, the lack of security was rather... Off putting. The grandiose nature of the Devil's Incubator was so incredible... What was the catch. Neffy would have stepped up the placible staircase with worry. He would then look over to see it completely darkened. He stared for a long while as the door to it was left unsealed. He sighed and said. "Alright... I'll bite..." He would move to the door to open it. Neffy w...

It was so long. So dark... Yet I will not fall... Not yet. I have work to do. ...

Alone, the Chloromancer roamed the dark sea. Were those seconds, or were they entire eons passing right before his eyes? Waves crashed upon the cold hull of the steerless metallic ship, yet no matter how much it rocked, the ship would never sink. No matter how often he tried, he could not jump into the dark waters below. With his book of memories held close against his chest, Zerathur hummed songs of old, and another voice joined his chorus. Sat upon the taffrail, The Traveler examined the o...

You’re alone in your home. The storm outside is spilling something fierce, but lucky for you, you’re in your nice, warm house watching a bit of TV while the rain spatters against your window. Unfortunately, strong winds have taken out the picture of the TV. It’s all static… You sit, you wait… and it still doesn’t come back on. Perhaps now’s the time to turn it off and go to bed? That seems to be the appropriate thing to do. It’s not late, but it’s well within bed time paramet...

It is done. Their memories were compiled and adequately rewritten to further fact from fiction. Did it take him long to revise his work, or did it take no moment at all? Zerathur closes his book and carefully cradles it in his arms. Every lover, every friend, every acquaintance, forever with him. None of them shall ever be forgotten. The breeze died millennia ago; The endless forest was illuminated solely by the illusionary phantoms that moved back and forth in their unending routine. ...

Eadil is a Necromancer. It is common in his kind's folklore for healers and medics to arrive too late to save the heroes who've fallen in the great battles of old, those born with the natural affinity of healing often mocked as 'healers of the dead': A pejorative term turned official with the consolidation of the Velgraviran Empire. As he stares at the skulls piled upon his desk, he curses the irony. He wasn't here to help those who needed it when they were hurt, much like the 'Necromancers' of ...

Wander for long enough, and it will find you, for the forest hungers just as every living thing does. There are many different tales told by many different tongues. Each carries a measure of the truth, muddied though it becomes in the telling. Many are kind enough, speaking of the healer who came for four months to tend the ill, asking only a small fee, or of the mysterious adventurer who could locate anything or anyone with a few words. Some talk of a fae being, a benign entity of a magical fo...

Another turn, another wall of thorns. Another path that leads nowhere. By now, Mirror has grown to expect it. She turns back the way she came without so much as a sigh to show her discontent. The warm summer air is bordering on stifling, now, with the thick sweater that hangs almost to the forest floor on her thin frame. Mirror is drowsy, and separately, she is tired. Tired of seeking a way out of her own home. Drowsy from the lull of crickets, little light, and warmth. The thought of laying ...