Name: Velvet Sweets Appearance: Velvet Sweets is a rare breed of Pink Bat Pony. She has a lengthy Velvet colored mane that is described as lush and breathtaking. Her leather wings are Velvet colored as well. She has red eyes with Heart Shaped pupils that seem to catch the most attention. She also has one fang that acts as an overbite.  Personality: Velvet is an easy going individual. She isn't quick to anger and is normally the type to make light of even the most serious of situations. On ...

Oh boy, OC Breakdown time! You know him, you love him, you... tolerate him, kek. It's Stickman! To start with, he's a master swordsman, capable of utilizing other weapons. His main ones to utilize outside of Warframes are, of course, the Pencil Sword, the Glue Shooter, and the Clay Busters. He has not unlocked the ability to utilize his ink as weapons... yet. As for his favorite Warframes to utilize? Well, you commonly see him in Lavos, the Elemental Executioner. However, he's taken on a n...

"I wish I could say I'm happy to see you. However, I'm rather upset and annoyed that you still appear to me in my sleep. Pulling me into the realms of my mind once more, Tyrant? What is it you wish to speak towards me now? Meaningless words?" "Your words continue to show your intentions. Nothing good every comes from selfish acts, Tyrant. If I have the power to protect? Then it should be used. For what is leadership without looking out for those that need it." "It's quite simple, Tyrant. Go on...

* "Such a wonderful surprise. Out of all things to witness upon reawakening. Arcane Magic herself. Such a lovely sight to see you once again my dear. You must tell me of what your adventure have been filled with since my slumber." "You wound me, my beauty. Arcana. Sweet, Sweet Arcana. Do speak openly to an old friend. What is new. What is now in motion within this delicious world we are bound to?" "Ignoring such a petty name, your words have struck curiosity. A King and Queen of the Living? I...

It was a particularly calm night in the city of manehatten- well as calm as it could be given the lound noises of the city below.  Flam sat atop a skyscraper, gazing upon the city below- bustling with city life. The active movement of ponies and lives, dancing in an almost romatic rhythm.  But Flam sat looking upon it, not lovingly like one would expect- but almost with a point of stoic pain.  ...