Since i can now post this without fear of violent replies:
Protect the dolls <3
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Chase
Uh context?
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7 hours ago
PinkBow
Just feels chiller and safer to trans post now :3
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7 hours ago
Chase
Ok well have fun with that
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7 hours ago
Fruity Loops
We will my friend :3 :hot_pepper:
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Snow Storm
100%
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PinkBow
snow you’re a real one
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Brave Charger
Which Dolls?
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PinkBow
all of them.
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4 hours ago
Peach plum
Which way? Mtf or ftm?
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2 hours ago
Torch is on your porch. She's knocking on your front door. #rp
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The door suddenly creeks open. It is dark inside. A cold draft rolls out around Torch’s hooves.
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January 20, 2026
Torch might have noticed that this place is huge. A manor in fact. The foyer yawned into a grand space with a staircase in the centre back and two wing areas on either side. A candle chandelier hung over head.
“Cobble Stone?” Snow’s voice sounded weak from the left wing, “please tell me you bought... View More
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January 20, 2026
Torch ganders around at the ensemble of furnishings within the manor, trotting towards the staircase presented before her. At the sound of Snow Storm's voice, she whips around and gallops towards the source of the spoken name, into the left wing, where supposedly, a new friend awaits.
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Yesterday, 7:02 am
As Torch turns the corner at the left wing, they’re greeted by the sight of the small pony lounging dramatically by a lit fireplace. They’re draped in a blanket and surrounded by tissues and half empty cups of different beverages.
Snow Storm doesn’t even lift their head, “You’re not Cobble Stone… ... View More
The little red pegasus comes to a screeching halt in front of Snow Storm, staring at her rather blankly. After a few moment's consideration, she uses her snout to work her way beneath the blanket upon Snow's back, pressing herself against the mare's side. Friend.
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3 hours ago
“Woah, you’re a warm ghost..,” Snow Storm was toasty under the blanket. They reached forward towards the tissue box on the ground and tugged a tissue pathetically.
“Are you here to help me through my flu? That’s nice. I haven’t had many helpful ghosts in the manor.”
Mimi had no home…Only a cave for his isolation so He began to wonder…How did this pony manage to knock on something if they had no door ?
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January 20, 2026
...How... the hell did you even get up here? *Turns out, she was knocking on a non-existant front door of the Stickman HQ.*
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January 20, 2026
12 hour sleeps feels like the shortest naps when looking at the clock
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lowfruitloopenuinely or something
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My life is a party my home is the club
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