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Pancake

4 hours ago RP

Pancake sat on a bench, looking as though sie were deep in thought. Sie seemed to be zoned out on the concrete that was just before the bench, and sie huffed out a sigh filled with wonder. Sie put hi...View More

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Gray Rivers Alto Yuri

18 hours ago RP

Gray lost his favorite pillow and he’s making it everyone’s problem. #rp

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Ghostbit

"........I can be a Pillow ?"

17 hours ago

Gray Rivers Alto Yuri

Gray huffs. This idea displeases him greatly. “I don’t like that.”

17 hours ago

Nitroxus Soulspins

*Nitroxus would hold a set of needles, thread and some foam.* I will make you that pillow.

17 hours ago

Gray Rivers Alto Yuri

“It won’t be the same! That one was the perfect shape! I spent years and years hugging it, until it was perfectly molded” he laments.

17 hours ago

Nitroxus Soulspins

Nuts. I wish I could go back in time. Now, how can we find your pillow?

17 hours ago

Zerathur A. Naszberuk

'Everyone' included even the most unlikely of folk. Even the Husk heard of those news, and can be spotted by the corner of one's eye, having thrown itself into the search for the pillow.

16 hours ago

Phoenix Wind

"If I buy you a new pillow will you relax with all the dramatics?"

14 hours ago

Gray Rivers Alto Yuri

“Maybe.”

7 hours ago

Honeymoon Crescent

August 9, 2022 11:29 am RP

#rp Just another normal day at Canterlot's Castle except normal didn't exist at the Castle at times, but today seemed to be running smoothly so far... so far. Honey was making her rounds patrolling th...View More

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Rook De La Squawk

Smoothly is a relative word as there was someone waiting for Honey this night.

August 9, 2022

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Honeymoon Crescent

As Honey continued on making her rounds she came to a stop... she had this funny feeling that she wasn't alone.

August 9, 2022

Rook De La Squawk

And she wasn't! Not at all! Outside by the castle gardens was a griffon in suit loitering about and having himself a cup of tea. There's another cup sitting besides him as if waiting there.

August 9, 2022

Honeymoon Crescent

Honey sniffed the air and her ears twitched somewhat. "Hmm... something is afoot." With that being said she took flight to get a better view.

August 10, 2022

Rook De La Squawk

The tea was a simple rose and honey tea. Sweet and fragrant. Almost unmistakable really. Though it wasn't something afoot as it was an unintended visitor at the castle. Minding his own business.

August 10, 2022

Honeymoon Crescent

It didn't take Honey too long to track down where the smell was coming from it was one of many of her skill sets tracking. "Excuse me sir. Why are you out so late?"

August 11, 2022

Stardusk Strider

Whilst on her patrol, there came to he some pony who was screaming as he fell down from the rafters above her. He landed with a heavy thud and groaned, him slowly working to stand back up. "Damn it, missed that jump.....oh, uhh, hi."

August 10, 2022

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Honeymoon Crescent

Her ears perked up when she heard somebody screaming. "Well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in. That... was quite the fall you had."

August 10, 2022

Stardusk Strider

"yeah, and the floors you roam on don't exactly have any padding, so..." He stood up fully, him stretching and cracking his back with it. Once he fully got up and ready, he looked back to her "So, I'm just gonna go. That's cool, right?" He said, as if just sneaking in the castle is an every day oc...View More

August 10, 2022

Honeymoon Crescent

Honey shook her head. "No, no it isn't cool. You my friend are trespassing." Indeed he was no matter if he did this during the day it would still be considered trespassing because he didn't book an appointment to see the King or Queen.

August 11, 2022

Stardusk Strider

He frowns, him looking to the left then to the right. "Soooo....what you're saying is that i need to book an appointment with the king or the queen....well, can i do that with you then?" He asks wuth an innocent smile!

August 11, 2022

Honeymoon Crescent

"I dunno." Honey tapped her chin. "Usually with trespassers we throw them in the dungeon." She wasn't kidding either when she said that.

August 12, 2022

Cynbel Ferode

17 hours ago RP

Cynbel’s taking his golem out for a walk. The creature just looks like a tall pile of rocks that are held together in a humanoid shape by some unknown force. Everyone else has left the dog park. #rp...View More

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Pancake

Pancake would tilt hir head at the rocks collected together, smiling with curiosity as sie looked it up and down, observing its structure. "I like your ,, pet ! does it have a name ?" Sie would ask, glancing up at its owner expectantly as sie waited for an answer

14 hours ago

Cynbel Ferode

“Hm?” His head was tilted upwards, toward where his hulking creation’s rocky arm lifted up to rattle a nearby oak. It wanted to see if there was a nest… “Oh. Uh, Gog. His brother, Magog, gets feisty when others are near.” As he spoke, the titan tried once more to shake the tree. Rather than a nest...View More

11 hours ago

Stickman, The Normal Stickian

16 hours ago RP

*Me and Jewel spend a day off from doing USF work by heading to a nearby dimension called the Rail Kingdom, where the sickest and gnarliest rail grinds are performed. I put on the rail guards for my s...View More

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Nitroxus Soulspins

16 hours ago RP

*Nitroxus would be seen working out, by holding a lot of weights. He was even working out his tail. His weights, were quite large and heavy.* Feel the burn, love the burn... #rp

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Ghostbit

August 13, 2022 11:31 am RP

Ghostbit would procede to Throw a Frisbe off to the distance and Retrieving it back before Doing the whole thing beside you which isn't Surpriaing since he was weird like that. #rp

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Nitroxus Soulspins

*Nitroxus would blink.* Did you want me to help you at all?

August 13, 2022

Ghostbit

"Meh, Sure ?" He'd asked... Though muffled as he held the Frisbe in his mouth so it was more like "Mfh, Ssugere ?"

August 13, 2022

Nitroxus Soulspins

Do you want me to throw it, or catch it?

23 hours ago

Ghostbit

"...Yas"

21 hours ago

Nitroxus Soulspins

Wait, to both?

17 hours ago

Pancake

Pancake would just sit, happily smiling as sie watched them play with the frisbee; Sie enjoyed seeing them enjoy their activity. Sie would lean back a tiny bit, holding hirself up by pressing hir palms to the ground, balancing hir weight as sie continued to watch, a small sigh escaping hir lips.

17 hours ago

Ephemeria Spring

19 hours ago RP

Ephee does a yawn #rp

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Ice Wisp

Ice yawns because of Ephee's yawn.

19 hours ago

Stickman, The Normal Stickian

*Stick yawns cause of ice's yawn cause of Ephee's yawn.*

19 hours ago

Nitroxus Soulspins

*Nitroxus would try to keep his jaw shut from the yawn. He would fail and yawn.*

17 hours ago

Torch

August 12, 2022 4:55 pm RP

Torch stumbles towards you, foaming at the mouth, her wings fanned out and feathers ruffled in an aggressive display. She approaches with a delirious look in her eyes, unable to maintain a straight co...View More

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Dr. Reid

"You must be miss torch... My daughter has said much about you. Good things, it seems." His eye sockets would glow red behind the slits of his mask. He would sit next to her as she would struggle. "Oh, it seems you have a case of rabies. A rough thing that... Now let's get a good look at that leg." ...View More

August 13, 2022

Torch

My current situation started 10 days ago. I was in the park, as I am now while I lay there struggling to breathe and foaming at the mouth. I was just taking a walk like always, a nice evening stroll, not a single clue what would await me that day and the next 10. I heard it before I saw it - a yapp...View MoreMy current situation started 10 days ago. I was in the park, as I am now while I lay there struggling to breathe and foaming at the mouth. I was just taking a walk like always, a nice evening stroll, not a single clue what would await me that day and the next 10. I heard it before I saw it - a yapping noise off to my right in a grassy area. I turned my head to see a fox, drunkenly stumbling in my direction just as I had come to stumble in yours. The only difference is that I’m not a predator, with no drive to aggressively bite and transfer this horrifying disease. The animal unsteadily walked towards me, and at first I thought it was limping, injured. I instantly take pity on the creature as it approaches, moving towards it myself as I reach into my saddlebags to pull out my first aid kit. As it came close enough for me to pet it - I genuinely thought it was seeking aid for its injuries - the fox suddenly leapt at me, sinking its teeth into my outstretched foreleg. I fell backwards as it bit me, kicking it with my hind legs and screaming for help as its jaws clamp around my foreleg over and over, the animal even biting my neck once. It didn’t take long for help to arrive. A mare ran over to me and with a twirl, she spun around and bucked the fox hard enough for me to hear its ribs breaking. It went flying off to my left and I get up in a hurry, and immediately the mare grabs me and starts leading me away from the fox. Naturally I’m freaking out at this point, so as this strange mare took me by the hoof and pulled me along I had a fit. I yanked myself out of her grasp and bolted away. She chased after me, but I just kept running and eventually lost sight of her. I shouldn’t have run, though. It wouldn’t have gotten to this point if I didn’t. I left the park in a hurry, avoiding anyone that tried to stop me. I wanted out of there, I wanted the safety of my alleyway. I return home as quickly as my injured leg allows, and when I do I immediately take out the first aid kit I intended to use on the fox and I start treating my own wounds, still bleeding. Now having my foreleg wrapped in gauze and a few bandages on my neck, I lay down and call out to my cat, ready to unwind and process what happened. I rest for a while, my bite wounds still stinging, heart still pumping, but eventually I fall asleep. The next several days proceed as normal asides from a few friends asking about my injuries. I lie and tell them I ran too fast through some thicket and got scratched real bad. I don’t want them to worry. Another mistake that lead me here - if I had told them the truth, one of them would have surely taken me to see a doctor. About a week after I was attacked, I woke up in a panic. I bolted upright, waking up from the depths of a nightmare. A huge, savage wolf bore down upon me. I held it back for but a few seconds before it tore my throat out, and though in the dream I died immediately, I continued feeling every bite, rip and tear as the wolf snacks on my corpse at its leisure. My panic didn’t subside after waking up. I know the dream wasn’t real, but it FELT real… It’s like I stepped into a parallel universe just to be eaten. I didn’t feel safe alone, so I left the alleyway, nearly jumping out of my skin as Jangles emerged from behind the dumpster to greet me. I joined up with the public and started walking down the street, but still I felt this nagging fear. I stare at each pony I passed by with suspicion, avoiding getting too close to anyone, and when a petitioner tried stopping me I broke into a run. I didn’t care where I ran, I just kept going and didn’t stop. I stumbled and tripped over myself as I galloped, and without realizing it at first I found myself back where this all started, back at the park. I wandered around, searching for a secluded spot to rest, still avoiding everyone out of fear. Fear of what? I don’t know, but the feeling only grew with time, throwing me into a sense of panic over everything I experienced. The sight of any pony turned me in the other direction, children’s laughter throwing me into a further panic, and when a frisbee flew past my head I screamed and threw myself into a patch of bushes to hide. Over the next few days I stayed in the park, unwilling to leave the hidden safety the thick foliage afforded. The longer I spent there, the worse I got - all I could do was stay in my bushes, hunkering down at any noise I heard, the unspoken horror going on in my mind spiraling out of control. I tried drinking from my bottle to stay hydrated, but after the first sip I started choking, coughing up the water, throwing my bottle to the ground. I couldn’t try drinking again after that, no matter how thirsty I got - every time I thought about it my throat closed up and I couldn’t breathe. I became very dehydrated, so I conserved water by staying in my shady bushes and limiting my movement. It didn’t help much. I spent the next two days hidden in those bushes, flinching at every noise. I was plagued with splitting headaches, vivid hallucinations, constant dizziness and I felt weak all over. I was horrifyingly miserable as I stayed put to await the end of this terrible disease, crying as I watched myself continue to deteriorate. Eventually, a creeping feeling of anger rose in my chest as I lay there, bubbling up from the pits of my despair. It quickly overtook my mind and overpowered my sense of fear, leading me to stand up and leave my bushes. Why me? Why is this happening to me, and what’s going on? Why am I hiding in fear instead of doing something? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME—!!!?? …The fox. My mind returns to the fox, how it attacked me, how it drunkenly stumbled around. I thought about how I’m stumbling just like the fox did as I leave the bushes, and both my anger and the fox combine to form a single thought. I’m going to kill that fox. The fox attacked me because it felt this same unexplainable rage I feel now. It was confused and angry, and it lashed out at the first creature it found that got too close, just as I feel the urge to do now as I wander the park, looking for that poor animal. I’m going to put it out of its misery. I draw the knife out of my bag as I search for the fox, drawing looks of concern from passerby. I try to ignore them the best I can, but one stallion trots up to me, tries talking to me. I think he wanted me to give him the knife, but I was in such a daze I could barely hear him. As he comes near I get angry and afraid, so I swipe the knife at him. He backs up and keeps talking, so I just run away. I feel so weak, but I’m still faster than him. Finally, I hear it. That delicate, pained yapping of the fox from 10 days ago. I turn my head to find it slowly limping in the grass, just like I found it before. I feel an intense pang of sympathy for the poor creature, knowing exactly what it’s going through by now. I approach the fox step by step, not wanting to scare it away. I have to end this here. I reach my foreleg out to the fox just like before, and it limps towards me once more, now clearly frothing at the mouth, seemingly at death’s door. But I know this creature will go on to infect others if I don’t take care of this, so I hold steady, waiting to get close enough. Once a few feet away the fox seems to forget of its condition, leaping at me once more. This time I’m ready, though. I don’t care that it tears into both my forelegs as I stab it to death, because I know I’m doing the right thing. It dies once my blade finds its throat, going still with its mouth still clamped around my hoof. I tear it off of me and let go of the knife, as it became stuck in the fox’s neck. I wander away from the scene with my injuries, proud of what I’d done, yet now on death’s door myself. I don’t have long - I can feel this virus tearing apart my brain, shutting down my muscles and wearing my mind away to nothing. I’m not going to die in peace. In this impenetrable wall of mental fog, I barely notice myself wandering around the park, searching for something… At this point I might have overcome my intense fear and started searching for help, but I don’t know. Its too late at this point anyway. I do know that I was being avoided, though - I remember several groups running away from me as I approached them. I didn’t understand why until I made my way to the pond, where I saw my reflection. Peering down at the shiny surface of the water, I saw myself and nearly recoiled at the sight. Drool from my mouth falls into the water and disturbs the mirror-like surface, my eyes wild, posture swaying as I struggle to stay upright. I look down at my forelegs and stare at them, torn to shreds and bleeding heavily. I start sobbing, trying to find a reason for this madness. Maybe I just had too many shrooms and this is one bad trip. Everything stopped making sense after that. My whole world dissolved into a dream state where nothing existed, nothing happened - my suffering stopped and, for a short while, I got to experience the infinite peace of oblivion. It felt like a deep sleep where you’re awake just to feel absolutely nothing, and that was okay. I woke up from that dream just a few minutes ago to find myself limping towards someone, an alien sensation pulsing throughout my body. Is this what dying feels like? The pony before me wears a stark white, standing tall straight ahead of me, and immediately I believe I’m seeing an angel. I get the feeling I’m approaching the gates of Heaven, and so I throw myself forwards, ready to experience peace at last. I trip over my own hooves and fall sideways onto the ground, and however hard I try I can’t get back up. My muscles won’t work any more, I can’t move my legs. I’m choking and retching on my own drool at this point, hardly able to breathe as my throat spasms. The angel steps towards me and I cry out for help, but I can barely croak my request. The angel sits down beside me, and a strange feeling of comfort comes over me. They speak softly, reassuring me though I haven’t a clue what they said. All I know is that them and their words made me feel safe. I can’t move as a creature jumps off the back of my savior, an odd-looking thing that’s too short with too big a smile, but I don’t feel afraid - not even as it walks behind me and I feel my hind legs lifted up, as it sinks its teeth in and I feel my body draining of its blood. The corners of my vision darkening only furthers the peace I feel. The creature soon finishes and comes back around to wipe my face with a cloth, cleaning up the drool and foam coming from my mouth. I barely register the sting of the antiseptic on my wounds, the soft pressure of bandages wrapped tightly around my forelegs. I notice the headache fading first, as it was so bad it was nearly all I could feel any more. It goes from torturous, to painful, down to uncomfortable, and then fades completely. The fog in my mind begins to clear, and I soon see my two saviors for what they are - not angels, no, doctors. Doctor Reid, a friend… That sense of comfort blossoms in my chest despite the undeniably strange creature beside him, but I know I’m safe at last. I survived. At first I struggle to get up, but slowly I rise to my hooves, dizziness and muscle weakness lingering within me. I raise my head to look at Doctor Reid, wiping my face of what drool remains, and slowly step towards him. My friend. My savior. All I can think to do is give him as tight a hug as I can, tears streaming down my face as I start to break down. I just experienced the worst hell imaginable. I sob into his white coat, thanking him as many times as I can, gripping him like my life depends on it and refusing to let go. It’s finally over.

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20 hours ago

Pancake

22 hours ago RP

Pancake sat on the warm grass of the field located just beyond hir backyard. The dandelions that had bloomed weeks before had turned into fluffy balls of wishes just waiting to be blown away. Sie woul...View More

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Ghostbit

Ghostbit would've froze there Unsure how to act as He was used to Ponies just fleeing away from him in terror or cause He was different so this just caused Him to freeze up, Before He shyly took the Flower'sin his paws And smiled, He'd also spot the Plushie of himself He gave to them on the "Hoo-Ma...View More