Rarity
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Me? A Drama Queen?!
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Post by Rarity on Mar 14, 2012 19:24:10 GMT -5
This post is for any poses you're particularly proud of. A place to show off your writing talents! I know not all of us are writers, and THAT, darlings, is exactly what this thread is for! Did you write a pose that made everyone giggle? Did you write a pose that made everyone gasp? Did you write a pose that you look back on and think to yourself: "YES! I, NAILED that one!" Share with us here!!
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Post by Apple Bloom on Mar 23, 2012 11:07:07 GMT -5
Marble stands there quietly, contemplating his current state of existence. Well, at least it was one of his charges he was resolved with. Though redoing the seals on this artifact will take hours and... lots and lots of mead. "R-right away, your highness!" MArble turns to face Star Paige and calmly, and with some measured attempt at dignity with a clammy artifact sock on his face, says, rather stuffly and formally, "... Paige." He turns and, without much thought given to the paperwork he left on the floor and is now sopping in tea, turns to walk somewhat robotically back to his office. He has lots of work to do.
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Post by Apple Bloom on Apr 6, 2012 1:56:23 GMT -5
"Oh, I live for organization and documentation of information. *Imagine!* A colt in school, the teacher *forgets* to assign homework. But the colt knew, he *knew* homework was meant to be *because he wrote it down in his organizer!* 'Miss Boiled!' He would cry... 'Miss Boiled, you forgot our math assignment!'" He stares off into the general distance, a twinkle in his eyes. "Oh... to simpler days." He sits there, staring a few moments, before he shakes his head. "D'ahhh, I mean, uh... I am in charge of taking care of countless artifacts on behalf of the princesses. If I don't, many would become very dangerous and could mean *utter ruination* for the entire kingdom!" Dramatic pause! More dramatic pausing! "... Which brings me to why I am here..."
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Post by butterscotch on Apr 24, 2012 10:07:42 GMT -5
"Well.. they say that eyes are the windows to the soul and sometimes.. I don't.. want anyone to see mine I guess." Dynamite says as he brushes a hoof gently along her cheek before he softly says, "But tonight I just want to look at you. I only got eyes for you, not even the lights can match your shine." Aw. Scootaloo blinks up at him at the rather poetic explanation. Not only was she not expecting that to come out of his mouth, but then he goes and... shamelessly flatters her. No one has ever done *that*! Sure, the "that was awesome" or "cool trick", but this wasn't about what she can or did do. This was about Her. Woah. She blushes fiercely, so much even the lights can't fully hide it, and a small and shy smile creases her muzzle. "Well... I think your soul is pretty awesome." Shaking his head slowly, Dyna's nose brushes against hers left to right. "No, my soul is pretty messed up Scoot, but, I'm trying ta' make it better. I just got some things to work out." As his hoof slowly slides around the back of her neck, it brushes upwards into her purple mane. Tilting his head forward slowly, he leans in, inch by inch, his eyes half lidding. That is, until somepony bumps into him from behind, causing his head to rock forward and smack against hers. "Ow!" "S'why you got friends like me!" Scootaloo assures him with a smile as she brushes a hoof across his shoulder. Her grin catches some as he inches closer and closer, eyes widening slightly and her breath sticking in her chest. Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohm-- *WHAM* "Ohmyhead!" She grumbles and rubs a hoof against her brow. Getting head butted is one thing, but knocking noggins with a unicorn is not high on the comfortable list. "Watch it!" She huffs over Dynamite's shoulder. Looks like they won't be getting their cutie marks in making out.
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Post by Apple Bloom on Apr 26, 2012 12:41:37 GMT -5
Well, that's done it. All the stress, all the trouble of finding the Mystery Object plus more stress. Now *nopony* will listen to the artifact expert? *Nopony?* Cutie Mark Failure Insanity Syndrome ensues at maybe the worst. Possible. Time. He's gone berserk, his eyes are practically flashing red now and he starts going absolutely ballistic. "What the [BUY SOME APPLES] is wrong with this town? What the [BUY SOME APPLES] is wrong with the *ponies* in this town?! Does nopony ever think about the consequences of their actions?! Ever?! IN THIS TOWN?! PONYVILLE HAS TO BE THE WORST TOWN IN ALL OF EQUESTRIA! THE!!! WORST!!! YOU ALL! WITH YOUR SELF-INVOLVED INSANITY! ALL THE CHEWING OF YOUR COFFEE AND DRINKING OF YOUR BRAN MUFFINS! AND THEN YOU NEARLY GET YOURSELF ALL KILLED BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE A HOMICIDAL ARTIFACT?! HUH?! HUH?! WHEN I GET BACK TO CANTERLOT I AM SOOOO--" That's about all Marble gets out, though, when he gets sandwich-clubbed between the two wings of the machine. The impact was intense... he's seeing stars, and finally he just loses consciousness and falls off the beastly artifact.
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Post by Firefly on Apr 26, 2012 19:10:07 GMT -5
hehehe. : ) Sittith not upon the back, of the unknown artifact. > This was a great. I'm still laughing.
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Post by Apple Bloom on May 13, 2012 0:36:01 GMT -5
Marble is well on his way out to prepare for his date with Fluttershy, not really looking where he's going as he is humming a little happy tune to himself. As such, he doesn't see the veritable juggernaut that is Big Macintosh headed in to the market. He bounces right off of Big Macintosh with an oomph, and careens into a popsicle stick stand. The stand collapses, sending the popsicles sticks into the air, to land nearby, in sequence to build a beautifully detailed little cabin out of them. If he had also crashed into another stand there'd even be a little fire in the fireplace. Marble, meanwhile, is buried under the rubble of the stand itself.
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Rarity
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Me? A Drama Queen?!
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Post by Rarity on May 16, 2012 21:06:45 GMT -5
Rarity slowly sets herself down and pulls the bib overalls towards her feet, tugging them up in a slow, steady motion, until they reach the curves of her hips. "HMmmmm a bit...tight. "She moans, giving her bare bottom a slow wiggle, arching her hips from one side to the next while attempting to slide her tail through the slot. "I don't know if I can do this alone...I'm sure I could use some......'help'...before she sighs and slides her overalls off, slowly, rolling over onto her back to thrust her legs into the air, each one rolling the fabric down until they puddle loosely around her ankles. She twists about, laying on bare hip on the ground and gently kicks the rest of her clothing to the side, her soft, creamy coat bare with just the most delicate hint of sweat glistening against her perfect curves. She rolls her nimble tongue over her plump, succulent lips and-" This is what you miss when you don't come to Game night, ponies.
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Post by Apple Bloom on May 25, 2012 2:30:54 GMT -5
Marble, nonplussed and *certainly* not appeased by this apology from the filly, holds out a hoof and taps her tight in the nose. "Not so fast! I am *still* talking." In terms of actual official authority here, Marble's ranking. Socially BlueBlood may be much higher up, but Blueblood hasn't had a real job in years and Marble knows it. The princesses will buy that argument, right. "Sky Blue. *You* are a guest of the princesses. I suggest you realize what that means and leave *Ponyville* outside! You will sit outside the throne room, *well* within sight of the guards, until *Her Highness* comes to *you.* I'm not about to have you damaging any more of the palace." He releases the filly and marches straight up to Blueblood and probably shows among the greatest gall an administrator can have. "And *you.* You're *royalty,* you understand that?! And you know what royalty does? Serve! That's right, I said 'serve!' Celestia and Luna don't abuse their subjects. And it's high time you learned a lesson. *Go* into my office and pick up the mess. Don't. Touch. Anything. Else." He looks between the two. "Do I, the Keeper of Artifacts, Master of Rituals, Filer of Late Study Paperwork, make myself *perfectly* clear or will I have to ask Celestia to come out here to deal with you both *personally?*"
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Mixtap3
Yearling
PARTY HARD
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Post by Mixtap3 on Jun 11, 2012 18:32:25 GMT -5
Mixtape turns ever so slowly towards Marble once she hears that Red is ok. After all, she's being taken care of by Alsomoose and thats important. Seeing Vinyl snugged by Marble gives her a small sense of longing- but far more a sense of irritation- which turns to out right rage when she hears Marble threaten *Her* AND she sees the scratch on Vinyl's leg* Oh, ha~il no. Things just got ugly. "...Colt you musta lost your mind. I know you didn't just tell me where to go in MY club. In MY home. In MY place of business! I KNOW you didn't just threaten ME with your snobby snooty government official BS! Here *MY* suggesion, Ya'll better get out my club, before I PUSH you out my club. And If I don't PUSH you out my club, I will BEAT you out of my club. and if I can't BEAT you out my club, you ain't gonna be leavin if you catch my meanin! I am the mare no mare wants to mess with! I am the mare that the MAYOR don't wanna mess with! I am the mare that will tear off your tail and squeeze it round your neck so tight, out of pure spite, that you lose the will to fight, and the only thing in your sight is that bright white light which means you'll be dead by the end of the night! So my suggestion to YOU, is that you get to steppin while you still haves hooves left to step with! Mares and gentlecolts, My club be closed, so thank you, good night, and GTFO!! AND for YOU, You monocle wearing, Pimp-Purple-Posing-Political-Pancake! If I ever SEE you again in my club, you will be leaving, in, a, BOX. " She snarls, turns sharply on her hooves, and stomps towards her loft, mumbling the entire while how much, she, utterly, HATES, these, ponies.
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Post by sevenseas on Jun 11, 2012 18:53:51 GMT -5
Oh SNAP son.
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Post by Apple Bloom on Jun 16, 2012 22:04:44 GMT -5
Oh! How nice! How very... terribly nice! IT's so nice, that Marble starts screaming nicely and flailing with his nice hooves! The nice coverage of the nice parachute only accentuates just how nice the evening is for the nice bureaucrat and just how nice his day has been. His nice screams and nice flailing is accompanied by just how *nicely* he is running about, crashing nicely into the nice counter, flopping nicely over to the other nice side of it, catching an entire shelf of nice coffee and nice coffee paraphernalia that is nice, pulling the entire shelf nicely down on him. Such nice luck!
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Scootaloo
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TLC as in Tender Loving Care or Totally Lost Cause?
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Post by Scootaloo on Jun 17, 2012 14:52:09 GMT -5
Vinyl_Scratch nods, silent in thought, before she speaks up. "Hey.. I know this might be difficult for you to get.. but... I get this... this feeling... every time you're... we're... It feels like.. Oh, man." she facehoofs, stuttering dreadfully. "I just... I'm not used to friends either. And I'm terrible with the whole mares game. But... finding you, it's like that feeling you get when you've got this huge jigsaw and you can't find one piece, and you have everything else but that one piece, and then you find it. And when you find it at first, you feel so mad at it for.. well, being lost, and at yourself too, but the SECOND you fit it into that jigsaw you know that it was meant to be there. And wham, little Mixtape jigsaw piece just... fits, and... it's the missing piece to what I went all around Equestria looking for." Meh, it's a spoiler, yeah, but I'm really proud of the emotional metaphor here.
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Post by Skyheart on Jun 21, 2012 3:43:43 GMT -5
((Skyheart has a very interesting relationship with discarded feathers...))
Skyheart watches Orpheus as he turns and looks at Fluttershy. The bird coos and WOULD have done something until an inglorious and downright girly shriek is heard from the the general direction of the falling chair and the loud crashing noise where Skyheart used to be. Crawling away from the falling little feathers, he scrambles away and curls himself up low to the ground looking at them fall around the upturned chair. "Wh-What the hay? Pick them up! Toss them out!" He cries. Orpheus seems to take initiative and starts collecting the small discared feathers. "Oh no no no!... Orpheus..." He crosses his forehooves over his muzzle. "Now I have to give you a bath when we get home..." The bird just turns his head to him with the weirdest look a bird can muster.
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Post by Apple Bloom on Jun 26, 2012 18:44:24 GMT -5
"First kiss. No, I wouldn't say the alcohol had much to do with it." Marble says, finally drinking his wine. He looks over at Vinyl. "Le premier amour est dû par le premier baiser." Marble says to her. "What the old Fancy ponies should have said that more valuable is a friendship that lasts past that 'premier baiser.'" He looks into Vinyl's red eyes. "You and I... have shared things that we never shared with anyone in any other setting. What I may have felt then. What I may feel now... Perhaps what I may feel in the future. You have dated Sunflare. Good. Octavia? Better. Maybe it's even better still between you and... Mixtape. And I don't feel sad. Because I know if we both felt like if our feelings brought us that way... we'd find ourselves that way." Marble smiles, and he does kiss Vinyl right on the cheek. "I'd keep you in my life even if it meant losing all the amour in the world."
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