//I decided to make myself a ponysona.. I need name idea asap and I need art from ppl of him I love him very much <3
art and design is by me!!
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Seren starts violently beating you with a wooden post.
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Aux is laying on Thier stomach in the snow, (Random patch of snow surrounding them, don't question it) the music played thru Thier headphones as pink and orange waves of color crashed over Their hair.... View More
На Дне, Babe! (Mashup of Good Luck, Babe! & На Дне)
Mashup I made of good luck babe by chappell roan and На дне by Молчат Дома. Am very proud of how this one turned out and what I was able to do for the artwork!
The mashup and artwork a
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Not me trying to do my daily job and Autumn Night just has to exist to distract me.
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"Was your daily job delivering Pizza!? Why are you stepping on it!?"
Chitter, captured during the canterlot invasion, jailed and rehabilitated, delivers pizzas now
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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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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..."
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The steps continue up the stairs without an immediate response. Though the clicking heard before the... Visitor, first spoke certainly implies words may be coming, if that indeed has correlation. Once the steps arrive at the top of the stairwell, it becomes quite obvious indeed what manner of being ... View More
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Yesterday, 1:39 pm
Quicksilver watched her enter.*
The clipboard lowered slowly, not set down — just forgotten, held loose at her side as her full attention settled on the mechanical mare with the particular quality of focus she usually reserved for mechanisms she hadn't encountered before. Her eyes moved the same wa... View More
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Yesterday, 1:49 pm
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
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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Yesterday, 3:23 pm
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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6 hours ago
“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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Yesterday, 1:11 pm
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.'
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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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Yesterday, 1:35 pm
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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Yesterday, 1:44 pm
Call of Duty®: Ghosts Extinction -- First Contact Trailer
From all of us at Infinity Ward, Neversoft, and Raven, we want to extend a HUGE thank you for all of the support and for participating in Double XP week. We can't wait for you to get your hands o
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