Friendship Letters

In the later and darker hours in Equestria when not much would be going on the sky would be illuminated by several bright lights seemingly falling from the sky like shooting stars except much brighter and with smoke trails. If close enough to them they would make a subtle vibration as they impacted. At first look they looked like metal eggs but they would all simultaneously shoot flares up into the sky that would float overheat for a while marking their location. Right after the flares they w...

//Had this idea for a series of stories in mind for a while. Decided it was time to start the darn thing. Also going back to an old habit and adding some music links to this series. Might feature some other people's characters in this series if their owners don't mind. https://youtu.be/qIPGdq83Xk4 ...

A soft smile makes its way across her face as she tenderly holds an ornament. A angelic figure, appearing to be an alicorn, holding a candle in each of their crossed forehooves, and draped in a deep red robe with golden ribbing on the edges as well as the bow. Their wings are golden in color and the mane flows softly and gently over the shoulders, encasing their face, and their tail circles the body in a loose circle. The horn separates the mane starkly, holding up a ring. Memories play thr...

about a year ago someone force polo to put this make up on and side "have you consider BOTTOM TEXT". he then ask for the make up and put it on. it was so dislike the owner of the site consider a dislike button. polo got the award for worst oc that year. the end

Canterlot. Two years have passed since Zerathur's last visit to the capital of Equestria, and nothing appears to've changed during this time. The ever-present scent of coffee and cologne that hung in the air was intoxicating, even inside the energy shield. Good Khas, these pompous unicorns with their little outside cafés and snobbish looks, if only they had proper hygiene, there'd be no need for such copious amounts of perfume. "Well, who am I to judge. I've been wearing these pajamas for wh...

Dear Princess Celestia, Today I learned that my husband can't swim. That is all.

(This is all written from an OC question in a Discord server I'm in OC Interview Question! What is your character's favorite part of their job or their everyday life? This was the question) ...

When the Rp Is just right and just thrown together you sometimes get gold. The plot of the RP was My OC and someone else was Chrysalis during a second war in cantorlot. Well sarcon was trying to protect what was left. But sometimes after playing Undertale it ends up as a musical and she knew exactly what I was going for. -The stain glass window of Celestia high above the cantorlot castle garden would shatter as Sarcon would be thrown through it landing in the fountain braking the center piece o...

—————————————— No matter how much he tried to scrub his brain clean of that incident, his eyes just kept seeing the hazy gas. The collapsed man on the floor of the potion room. His friend, practically clawing to get in. “I could’ve saved him,” Cynbel spoke, his fork idly prodding at the small mound of peas on his dinner plate. “What happened to Mr. Moorsom was an accident. It could’ve happened to anyone. You, me, your father. Just an unfortunate accident...

//This is very short but i want spirit to have a little cottage and a fox buddy and also i want her to be HAPPY for once in her damn life. and also i want the achievements for posting blogs. eat me. The Everfree was always a place of magic. Curses. Monsters. And more recently, tell of a witch. One who’s powers come from dark places. One who’s abilities are unknown to the natural world. A slight creature, she is. But a friend of the forest indeed. Only a witch could remain a friend of this...

Obsilion would groan and cough in pain as he slowly wakes up. Though he was now awake, he would still keep his eyes closed for a while. He could hear and feel a fire nearby as well as another creature. Did someone save him? "I see you're awake now." a voice would speak. Most likely the voice of the creature that's nearby. The voice was low, kinda deep, and a little dark. Like someone who is tired of living or just tired in general. Obsilion grunts a bit in pain as he tries to slowly sit u...

Haven't done one of these in a while, eh? Alright, let's get down to business. The Rhythm Thief Force is a off-branch of the USF, specializing in pulling off heists that require rhythmic stealth as well as also saving the cartoon universe from more... musical threats. It mainly consists of us 4 plus Phantom R, our trainer. Our codenames: Stickman-Phantom S, the leader of the Rhythm Thief Force ...