Misc.

TWAS THE MONTH OF CHRISTMAS (Poem was made for my Toyhou.se, but enjoy.) ---------------------------------------- 'Twas the month of Christmas, when all thro' Toyhou.se, Many creatures for sale, even a mouse; ...

In most times of my life, I've shown to be somewhat of a poetic person. I have a belief that I always seem to stick by. The things you enjoy your life will always be available for you to experience, but will never last forever. As chapters close in on your life, new chapters are opened. A chapter of my life as ended and I'm soon going to be writing the newest the chapter going forward. And with going forward, comes the decision to leave behind what you've been enjoying. I'm leaving the site ...

i doN no hw To rite vRy wel BUt mY leson fr tDay wAS iT sux to not hAv frens :( itS my lesOn fr evRydAy uR obdeNT sbjeC, spRotiN BLB

What its like inside the head of a cancer patient. I've been in remission for a couple years now, but the idea of it, and the fear I went through stick with me to this day. In February of 2021, I collapsed in my kitchen, for a few years up until this point I had been feeling faint. My vision would black out, occasionally, and I couldn't stand for terribly long without needing to sit down, but I stubbornly refused to go to the hospital, I had too much to do.... until I collapsed, and passed out...

(How about we do a new story? This one has a sense of mystery and, as the title suggests, tragedy. This one is set in present day, after the events of Operation: Final Battle 6. So basically we're seeing Stickman as his sentient reign self in story form for the first time here. The story? Well... Let's set the scene. Sentient Reign Stickman and his friends happen upon a mysterious theater in Equestria that's been seeing disappearances of ponies for the past few... months. However, once they step...

When Ignition stepped out of the medical bay, he was greeted by a crowd of wastelanders all enthralled to see him walking. Cheers of "blood talisman" swept around the main floor, like a chant. A chant that was more damning than any of them would ever realize. The stallion did not bear this new scar of that title with any resemblance of pride, but despair and shame. And that flickered on his face now as he began to move through the crowd slowly, painfully. It parted for him of course. And he was ...

Dies for every mare, kisses every man, Laid every mother, drools at every pan. ...

I am a Brony gamer. Who on ocassion makes music remakes and draws ponies digitaly. Over the last three years i have created my for stories to take place in. I also wrote a . If some would be interested in doing an RP inspired by my worldbuilding, that would be great.

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.

(Okie dokie! Let's do a new episode, shall we? In this one, we find our heroes returning to the Elements of Insanity universe. Stishoe, Stickman's Elements of Insanity counterpart, has trouble brewing in the EOI universe. Stickman and his friends must restore the EOI's powers after they are stolen by Stishoe. But how sane can you be in this universe? Find out... -Stickman) CHAPTER 1: THE MADNESS BEGINS Our story begins in the Elements of Insanity universe. In Stishoe's hideout, trouble was...

I find myself once again within the confines of a website, one of which my 7th Wall has not graced in a while. I had begun to think he had forgotten me, but then I remember that I occupy at least a small portion of his mind. Not a fully actualized member of his collective consciousness, but on the edges, where most characters exist. I can see myself talking, the text appearing as I speak and write. Existence, multi-dimensionally, is strange when you are aware of the formats you exist in. This le...

— Today at 7:16 AM Buster wakes with a start again, though much less dramatic this time. Noticing the absence of their largest member wakes him up fully and he gazes about the room to notice a new open door. He checks on his brothers before curiosity urges him away from the warm pony pile. — Today at 7:20 AM His new mother stirred and mumbled, groggy. "Where do you think you're going?" ...

- i intentionally give Sprouting Bulb and Spinneret different personalities and mannerisms.  Sprout is a bit more cordial, a little coy, and always smiling.  Spins, meanwhile, is noticeably more casual.  while Sprout might entertain the antics of a flirting stallion, Spins would just leave.  speaking of which... - Spinneret is homosexual.  she's pretty open about it (as long as she's open about being a changeling), though given the nature of changelings, she plays Sprout as bisexual to maximize...

Name:Black Ace Nickname: Ace Age: 29 Place of Birth: Fillydelphia Occupation: Criminal/bandit ...

i've already posted these on tumblr but nobody should ever follow me on tumblr so i'll put them here

I am currenting and slowly, trying to finish my books. The reason it is slow is due to working so much and not having a ton of time. I first just wanted to ask for anyone TRUSTING and willing to help me edit. But now I feel it is just better to ask for anyone who wants to be involved in the project at all, especially since I am more motivated when I am working WITH someone. A lot of people think I'm a bit too ambitious. But I just think creativity is important. NEEDED ------------- To elabo...

Richtofen (when he kills a hellhound): "VAT DID YOU DO TO THE POOR PUPPY?!" Nikolai (when he kills a zombie): "see you're dead now! but you were dead before.. ah fuck you!" Tank: "hey player, i need ammo!" ...

hello my bffs my sis is minty sweet and I thank eveyone who ae bff with me

you know, we don't really know all that much about how years work in Friendship is Magic.  some episodes suggest Equestria uses the Gregorian calendar, but aside from that, no years are ever referenced specifically.  so, here's what i like to think about how Equestria tracks years; specifically, they're tracked based on certain eras, which themselves are determined based on the current ruler of Equestria. this is the period of time before the first unition of the four ponykinds (Earth, Unicorn,...

The sun was just drying the dew from the grass when Stormfeather stepped out of her cottage, empty saddlebags in tow. The storm that had enveloped Everfree Forest two nights before and which had introduced her to her first Ponyvillians had come near enough to the town to have brought down some branches and debris around her cottage. She gazed around the clearing. This was the first time she had a chance to get a good look at her new home; she and the other ponies had stayed at the Castle of ...

Seafoam has had alot of posts over the years, and it's actually quite difficult for me to track them all down for reading in the present. This blog post will serve as an easily-navigable (and updatable!) index of everything important in this mare's storied life on CA. [hr]

What’s in a friend. A unique, unsolved mystery. Is it something that we cherish. Or is it something that we relinquish. ...

like if celestia but she was if she was a deer

Recently, I’ve been wondering if this whole thing was worth it. This kind of question has been in my head for about 2 years. Maybe this fandom isn’t for me, I mean in real life I can barely have a conversation. So why should I be here? Maybe I just don’t deserve to be in a forum. Why am I telling you all of this? I’m pretty sure nobody (or nopony) would even care if I leave or not, after all I’m just “another user.” All of the pessimistic posts were basically how I feel in real life. I have f...

There was no time for rest. Stormfeather had scarcely had any time in the Castle of the Two Sisters since she arrived in Ponyville, and while she wished she could process her journey through the Maze, she simply had to spend some time doing her actual job. Besides, she felt very good from White Ring’s magical healing, and she didn’t feel she really needed rest. In the daylight, it was no difficult task to find the Castle of the Two Sisters. There was a fairly well-worn trail leading to it;...

The sun was not far from setting as the last train of the day lumbered into Ponyville Station. Only a few ponies filtered out when the doors open; the last train is rarely the most popular, and is typically only taken by those who missed their intended earlier ride. One of the last among them was a silver mare, stiff from her journey. She stopped for a moment to consult the Ponyville map. The Equestria Historical Society had lined up accommodation for her outside of town, near a Clock Tower. ...