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Post by Firefly on Jun 26, 2012 22:35:32 GMT -5
Dawwwww : )
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Mixtap3
Yearling
PARTY HARD
Posts: 32
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Post by Mixtap3 on Jun 28, 2012 2:55:09 GMT -5
Mixtape is...well it happens too fast- like most things in life. Too fast to enjoy, too fast to prepare for, it all happens so fast, all you can do is hang on, and try to do the best you can. That's what Mixtape is doing. She's trying to do the absolute best she can. Make the best choices, and be daring, and impetuous and live. So she has no regrets when she throws her headphones off to the ground, sweeps Vinyl_Scratch into her arms, holding her tightly, as if she could shield her from the world; and pulls her into a passionate, tear stained kiss. It happens too fast to enjoy it- to savor it, to react to it- but it's happening. Right now, right here. Life. The only time you get, so you make it count- and Mixtape is making this kiss count for everything.
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Post by eclipse on Jun 28, 2012 21:17:08 GMT -5
The door to the library opens and closes. Prince Eclipse wanders in, taking a moment to look about. Outside music is in the air, as apparently someone needed a choreographed musical number. It's a good one, too, Eclipse stayed for most of it, something about Friendship overcoming anything and making ponies happy. Had a good beat and one could dance to it. Now he starts to head over to the fiction and is perusing the shelves.
(I just like the thought of musical numbers randomly breaking out in Ponyville)
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Mixtap3
Yearling
PARTY HARD
Posts: 32
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Post by Mixtap3 on Jul 1, 2012 12:48:54 GMT -5
It's a lively night tonight, with the club downstairs jumping at full blast! Hot, heavy, sweaty ponies, pounding the dance floor and waving their hooves like they just don't care. Dubious substances aplenty, it's a sweet paradise of absolute sin, and it's the party Mixtape loves the most- so it's curious, as to why the little DJ has taken a break from the evenings debauchery and is sitting, calmly, quietly on the roof, over looking the town under the twinkling stars.
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Post by Skyheart on Jul 30, 2012 1:39:15 GMT -5
((Never let this poet walk into a discussion about high-level magic.))
Skyheart blinks and stares. Blinks. And. Stares. In a mental image of the poor poet's mind, a clock is ticking and some gears are moving in synchronization. Click. Click. Click. Click. SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH THUD! "....................Wait. WHAT!?"
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Rarity
Pony
Me? A Drama Queen?!
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Post by Rarity on Jul 30, 2012 21:27:14 GMT -5
From down the street, past the rows of homes, the rows of shops, specialty goods, and specifically, the famous Carousel Boutique, comes perhaps, the most beloved pony in town (self described). That's right ponies- tis Rarity, and her current outfit suggests she's make a bee-line for the auditions. Her normal lavander hair, dancing about her head with equal shine and bounce, is covered by a remarkably large sun hat with flutters down over her eyes and obscures her brilliant, dazzling beauty from the sun. And goodness, that fur coat of hers is white as white can be- the purest of alabaster snow would be jealous! Her eyes are hidden by an oversized pair of sunglasses with sparkle along the rims with various gems. She walks with her hips swivling and swaying back and forth, with her tail flickering about behind her much like a pendulum bouncing sensuously from side to side. When she reaches the middle of the market, she cants a pose, and dramatically tears off her sunglasses. "Alright everypony, you needn't worry whom to cast for the main lead! I have arrived!" She croons, batting her eyelashes. That's Rarity everypony- a scandal just begging to happen.
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Post by Apple Bloom on Aug 6, 2012 16:05:49 GMT -5
Marble almost shrinks under the table when EB suddenly realizes what is going on. "O... o-oh... Um... y-yes." He reaches a hoof up to have his coffee, which sets a few things in motion: First, he knocks over the cup, spilling his coffee all over the table. This causes the bureaucrat to panic and attempt to set the cup back up, but his way of flailing causes him to *punt* the coffee cup into the air. The cup, therefore, arcs over the counter and the head of the barrister and strikes the box of newly-baked bran muffins. Each and every one topples out of the box onto the floor with horrifying, repeated *thut* sounds as the impact smashes each one on the floor. It is at this moment that the poor fellow receives his greeting and kiss on the cheek from his fiance. "O... o-oh dear."
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Post by Firefly on Aug 6, 2012 19:16:49 GMT -5
Le gasp. Mass Muffinicide.
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Post by Derpy on Aug 12, 2012 22:08:48 GMT -5
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Post by Bardigan on Aug 31, 2012 20:09:58 GMT -5
"I am a dancing king! Get down and undulate with me!" Bardigan says to nopony in particular. A few bemused glances are sent his way, but he seems to be enjoying himself whatever the situation. "Skyheart! Are you going to dance with somepony or do I have to come over there and do it myself!" He flaps his wings and hovers above the crowd, commencing a midair one-pony dance party... and actually, he's doing rather well, even if he's more enthusiasm than technique.
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Post by Skyheart on Sept 4, 2012 1:17:21 GMT -5
Way to assert your masculinity, Sky... Edited with the strikethrough for humor. _____________________________________________________
"Everything's ready~" Out sings Skyheart in what looks like a filly apron (Hey, it was the only one he could find.) and also out comes a tray with a tea kettle, about a half-dozen empty cups AND what looks like a tray of scones? He made scones? Seems so. They're arranged in a heart-shape, too. He sets everything on the table with a bright smile on his face. Looks like somepony got a little WAY TOO carried away. Again. Orpheus, meanwhile just looks on beak-dropped. He hides his face in his wings and withdraws. Why... Why? WHY!? HAVE YOU NO SHAME!?!?!?!?
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Post by Bardigan on Sept 8, 2012 0:17:08 GMT -5
Bardigan raises an eyebrow, and pokes him in the shoulder with his hoof. "Skyheart... stop talking nonsense. Look at your cutie mark. Now back to me. Now your cutie mark again. Now back to me. I'm not the pony of your dreams. But I'm still sitting here! Do you know why?" He leans forward and stares the poet in the eye. "Because! We care to spend time with each other. A lot of time. Unnaturally so, in fact," he says with a quick glance skyward, as if just now realizing this. "Now your special talent is romance, correct? Well I'm willing to bet if you started spending as much time with a special pony as you do me, you'd be able to tell fate to stuff it! But it would help if stop trying to avoid my lessons! They're helpful if you apply them, really."
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Post by Derpy on Sept 8, 2012 1:39:22 GMT -5
[balances precariously on Carrot Top]
I'm on a pony.
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Post by Apple Bloom on Oct 26, 2012 22:48:41 GMT -5
"Yes, that... that would work quite well!" Marble says... and gets a little... scary look in his eyes. "Yeeeeeesss. And my fiance won't have to know I screwed up the one simple things she was counting on last night! That Marble Memory, Unemployed, can take care of himself!" Marble says, lifting a hoof in the air... then just... holds that position, as if he just heard himself.
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Post by Solar Solstice on Nov 6, 2012 3:59:32 GMT -5
Nightshade does something almost unheard of. She smiles. "I shall," she says, so low as to be almost a whisper, a dream. She takes a deep breath, a noticeable quivering in her flesh as she invokes the magic, her horn glowing with black light. The shadows at her feet suddenly break through the artificial barrier of light and tug at her legs, start to climb onto her body, wrapping around them tightly, feeding on her, consuming her. No...she is consuming /them/. She inhales deeply, the darkness diving into a mouth which hangs open, hungrily swallowing the pure, inky black. It accelerates, faster and faster, the colour and form of her body being sloughed off like dead skin, fur and flesh dissolving away as if bathed in acid, shadow eating her from the inside. She gasps silently, sound being taken away from her at last as her body spasms and stretches. It is unclear if she's in pain or ecstasy...or both. Her eyes give way to a piercing, sinister purple glow that flashes brightly for an instant before, like a nightmare, her whole body slips away from view, leaving only thoughts of monsters in the agonized mind. Except she hasn't left. She lingers, like a memory, at the very edge of visibility, but she is there, watching Virga, seeing him, hearing him, his heartbeat, his breath, his pulses of life. She yearns for it, to take it away, to satisfy for desire for life, but she holds back, she controls herself. The shadows are her life now, if only for a moment. They coalesce around her, swirling about excitedly. They have missed her. "It...starts like this," she says, her voice otherworldly and distant, for she is, in fact, somewhere else. She walks between light and dark.
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