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Autumn Night

30 minutes ago RP

"Ladies and Gentlestallions, it's time for the 'Autumn Night Show', staring Autumn Night!" Autumn comes out on stage, doing a 'lil dance before throwing candy to the crowd, and blowing a few kisses! F... View More

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Pepper Snap

Wait a minute this isn’t casa Bonita

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Nar Yakushi

37 minutes ago RP

Nar orders takeout Chinese food for dinner tonight. Nobody tell his father that he’s brought great shame on their family. #rp

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QuickSilver

April 23, 2026 12:54 pm RP

The steady rhythm of gears and pendulums filled the upper chamber of the Canterlot Clocktower, a sound Quicksilver had long since stopped noticing — like a heartbeat, always there, always reliable. S... View More

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Clockwork

Click, click, click, click... A faint whir from the stairwell as the even- but, indeed, unhurried- steps cease. Replaced by a tinny voice that sounds as if emitted by a gramophone. "There was no sign of it being closed? The doo-" tick, tick, click, "-r wasn't locked, and there were no signs..." A ... View More

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Clockwork

The automaton did not respond to the keeper's observations- they were not questions, but statements. A pattern of speech familiar. Perhaps something acquired from prolonged interaction with precise mechanisms? Too few examples for a proper hypothesis. It is comforting, though. As her hooves clink ag... View More

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QuickSilver

Something in Quicksilver's expression shifted at that — almost another gear in the Work.* She filed it away without comment, the way she filed most things that didn't have an immediate category. There would be time to think about it later. There was always time, if you managed it correctly.* "Redu... View More

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Clockwork

There's a faint smile as she listens. The clicking and clinking of the regulatory mechanism is something the former maintenance automaton grasps easily, eyes flitting to the walls and quickly correlating each tick with it's associated tock, so to speak. Her cylinder turns once more, voice whirring. ... View More

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Pizzamovies

“Huh? What do you mean?.” The uncertain voice of a very confused stallion echoed from around the corner. Stepping into the light, an orange and tan earth pony raised his head, revealing a large cardboard box gripped in his teeth. “Does that mean no delivery?” He cocked his head to the side in frust... View More

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QuickSilver

The clipboard was back in her aura before he finished the sentence. Quicksilver stared at him. Then at the box. Then back at him, with the slow deliberate patience of somepony recalculating an entire morning's schedule in real time. "Delivery." She said it the way most ponies said 'catastrophe.' ... View More

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Pizzamovies

The stallion climbed the last step and placed himself on the landing, sheltered in the small alcove above the stairwell, he peeked out further. Locking eyes with her for only a brief moment before jerking his head and attempting to read what was written on a small wispy paper receipt taped to the fr... View More

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QuickSilver

Quicksilver did not move for a long moment.* Her stylus was still hovering over the clipboard. Her expression had not changed. The ticking filled the silence with its usual indifference.* She looked at the box. Then at him. Then back at the box with the specific focus of somepony trying to locate ... View More

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Blackstone Edge

Apologies for intruding, I'm quite found of clock towers like this one. I tend to vist them whenever I can...

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Ghostbit

7 hours ago RP

Ghost laid on the Ground.. In a pool of red liquid, For he was ded!, The question was…Who dun it!? Was it the Changeling maid !?, Or was it one of the mane 6 !? Or was it You!? #rp

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Blackstone Edge

That's clearly ketchup...

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Ghostbit

Ghost never once moved…Still laying on the ground.

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Nightly Starfall

Night offers the mare a stick, also curious about the situation but not wanting to get too involved. "Hate to budge in, but if you get curious.."

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Blackstone Edge

*she'd proceed to prod him with the back end of her scythe ([is not dangerous just a little poke])*

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Loona shared a photo

6 hours ago RP

"She's alright" #rp

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Ghostbit

“…How did she take a picture ?”

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Loona

“She set a timer, okay? Luna’s got magic, brains, and way more patience than I do, problem solved.”

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Ghostbit

“…Like one of those egg timers ?” This had come from the creature who barely even knows what a phone was.

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Nightly Starfall

Nights eyes widen a tiny bit upon seeing the picture. "Whoever that is next to Luna, i wont lie, is pretty attractive." She spoke to herself. Not afraid of speaking her mind.

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Silent V Dusk

" I didn't know you and Luna were friends. Then again, you two basically have the same name. "

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Asuka Yakushi

4 hours ago RP

The setting sun bathes Ponyville in a warm orange glow. Being a Friday night, the town is a little more lively that it is on most weeknights. Doubly so for the Rabble's Gully rock club. All around Asu... View MoreThe setting sun bathes Ponyville in a warm orange glow. Being a Friday night, the town is a little more lively that it is on most weeknights. Doubly so for the Rabble's Gully rock club. All around Asuka, adults, young, and old stand, or sit conversing, drinking, and eating crummy club food. The stage at the back of the club sits empty, save for a few guitars, a bass guitar, a drum set, and some microphones, set up for open mic night. Sat across the booth Asuka is sitting at is sheriff's deputy Marks. A young stallion, only a year younger than her, and her date for tonight. He cuts a fine, fit figure, complete with jeans, black boots, and an ACDC T-shirt. His five-o-clock shadow freshly touched up to help keep that 'gruff lawman trying to look cool' look. Asuka sports a similar outfit, but not quite as casual. She sports a black, slightly loose dress that stops just above her knees, with black stockings to cover the rest of her legs, and a comfortable pair of flat black pumps. The date has been going fairly well so far. Nothing much of note. The two have mostly been swapping stories about calls they've been on, with Asuka being very careful not to get into any of the more intense stories she has. After one that gets a liiiiitle too close to being uncomfortable, Asuka suggests the two hit the dance floor for a little bit. As if that's their cue, a group of 4 men make their way onto the stage. Asuka pays them no mind at first. She's more focused on her date. It's only once the two find a good spot that she manages to take a closer look at the group now setting up on stage. No. WAY. Why are THEY here?! Stood on the stage, checking the various equipment are Juno, Nar, Roy, and someone she's never met before. All dressed in their concert attire. Her gaze meets Nar's for the briefest of moments, and he gives her a wink. The group gives no introduction. Once they're ready, they immediately launch into their performance. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo2Kuqt0EYM) With the introduction of live music, the once sparse dance floor suddenly fills with a flood of patrons. Despite this, Asuka and her date manage enough room for some dancing. Neither of the two are particularly fancy, or good at it, but Marks seems to be enjoying himself. Asuka, on the other hand, is being fairly reserved with her moves. Not wanting to weird out her date. However, as the performance continues, Asuka questions herself internally. Should she stay reserved in hopes of not scaring of Marks? Or should she just be herself? After all, would she want to date someone who doesn't like her for who she is? In the end, the latter argument wins out. Asuka goes from little side shuffling, and hip twisting, to full on headbanging thrashing. Her hair whips through the air, sweat trickling down from her forehead onto her dress. She gets so wrapped up in her moves that she doesn't notice Marks' reaction at first. After their first song, the boys on stage launch into some of Attack on Mango's early songs. Ones from their grunge era, before they moved to Vanhoover. REAL crunchy stuff! Hell yeah! This is Asuka's kind of music! At some point during the set, Marks says something to Asuka, but she can hardly hear him over the sounds around her. He repeats himself. Saying something about going to grab a drink. Asuka does not see him for the rest of the night. Whatever, poser. Asuka's gonna stay, and rock the night away! She can always find someone else who can match her energy! #rp

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Eyes Of A Panther

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Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group Eyes Of A Panther · Steel Panther Feel The Steel ℗ 2009 Universal Republic Records Released on: 2009-01-01 Mixer, Recording Engineer, Producer, Stu

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Ghostbit

17 hours ago RP

Bnnuy Shall flop, For He was bored. #rp

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Suxortin Snipslous

April 22, 2026 7:47 pm RP

*Suxortin would use his tail to cut into foundations of Canterlot Castle. He would sigh.* I know this is solid marble, yet how has this place not fallen yet? I cut like, 12 of these pillars so far. Wh... View More

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Stickman, The Normal Stickian

*I would walk up, notice Suxortin doing... whatever he was doing and slowly back off.*

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Suxortin Snipslous

Stop staring at me!

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Stickman, The Normal Stickian

I have no idea what you're doing and I want no part of it. *I open up and peace out into a Void hole.*

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Suxortin Snipslous

Thank you for leaving.

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Soliana Flare

*as he was destroying pillars Soliana would be fixing them.*

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Suxortin Snipslous

April 22, 2026 7:28 pm RP

*Suxortin would stare at the sky.* Oh come on already! I knew I placed it up there! Did it run out a fuel? How is it still not here? *He stood up.* Where the heck are you?! #rp

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Gloom The Clown

"Have you checked... Up your butt and to the left." Gloom honked her blue nose.

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Suxortin Snipslous

*The Yellow Demon would slowly turn towards to Gloom. Once fully staring at them. He would blink.* I have found it....and you will be the first target of my rage and power. Look up, and tremble in fear. *Above, was a planet breaking meteor in the sky. It was aimed right for Gloom.* Fall

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Gloom The Clown

"And what? Be scared? Give me a break." Gloom drank from her pint of whiskey. "Watch this shit." Gloom opened her phone and said, "Cosmo, honey, I need you to handle that. Thank you, baby doll." Gloom hung up and pointed up as a wave of ungodly magic would wrap around the meteor, slowing crushing i... View More

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Warrant Officer Destrier

April 23, 2026 2:58 pm RP

The hall hums with low chatter and clinking glassware, a soft mix of voices rising and falling as ponies drift between tables. Banners hang from the rafters, simple and clean, marking the event as som... View MoreThe hall hums with low chatter and clinking glassware, a soft mix of voices rising and falling as ponies drift between tables. Banners hang from the rafters, simple and clean, marking the event as some kind of community social rather than anything formal. Near the edge of the room, a mare steps through the doorway and pauses just inside, her eyes scanning the space like she’s mapping exits before anything else. Varnish—now Warrant Officer Destrier—cuts a striking figure at first glance. Her pumpkin-brown coat is kept neat, her frame lean and trained, with muscle that shows through clean posture rather than bulk. The scar that runs from the center of her face down along the right side of her lips is sharp against her features, and the marks along her neck and belly peek through where her uniform doesn’t fully hide them. Her mane, a short mix of red, orange, and yellow, sits tidy but a bit uneven, like she trims it herself. She looks like someone built for the field, someone who has seen things and come through them. Then she shifts her stance, and the edge softens just enough to show the nerves under it. She moves further in after a moment, careful steps carrying her toward one of the open tables where you sit. Her ears flick once as she passes a louder group, her eyes darting for a second before settling again. When she reaches the table, she hesitates just long enough to be noticeable, then pulls out a chair and sits. Her back stays straight, almost stiff, like she’s still in formation rather than at a social event, and one hoof taps lightly against the floor before she stills it. "Uh—hi. I’m… Warrant Officer Destrier. You can just call me Varnish, though." Her voice is steady, trained to be clear, but there’s.. a small hitch at the start that gives her away. She glances at you, then at the table, then back again, like she’s trying to remember the next step in a script she never learned. One of her ears tilts back as she rubs her hoof briefly against the edge of the chair, then she straightens again, catching herself. She clearly chose to be here, but the space doesn’t come easy to her, and it shows in the small pauses between each movement. She exhales through her nose, slow, then gives a short nod to herself as if confirming she’s still on track. Her eyes settle on you again, a bit more steady this time, though her shoulders stay tight for a beat longer before easing just a touch. "I, uh… don’t usually do these. Social things. Figured I should try. What's.. your name?" The hardened look is still there in her posture and the way she carries herself, but up close, it’s clear she’s working through something much different than a battlefield. #rp

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Dr. Norman Reiner

Norman's shoes could cut through sound like he had miniature explosions in his feet. It wasn't unusual for the Doc to attend parties or hoity toity events. Norman is a shorter diamond with a business casual suit jacket and blue tie. The black brimmed hat, a signature to his entire look. Norm slowl... View More

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Sunshine's Corner

Brady Thunderfoot

Sadly not

April 12, 2026

Meino Mysticforger

:hotdog:

April 12, 2026

Chase

Let the screaming begin! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

April 22, 2026

Silent V Dusk

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

April 22, 2026

Meino Mysticforger

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

April 22, 2026

Chase

Hello Gordon! The Black Mesa Screaming Sector has been a complete success!

April 22, 2026

Stickman, The Normal Stickian

My goodness! HUEEEGH

April 22, 2026

QuickSilver

"so much...screaming..."

April 22, 2026

Meino Mysticforger

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!