Starshine

I don't understand the reference, but it's cute :3 Need more cheese in the middle

Winterglade couldn't help but to grin childishly when the mare licked her lips. A pony who licked their lips would be more likely to order a bigger portion. Just as the mare started to reply, am earth pony stallion entered the tent. Winterglade had to stop herself from prancing in place out of sheer happiness. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all. "One mint cone, coming right up!" With trained precision Winterglade grabbed an empty cone from her basket and filled its top with bright green deliciousness from her ice cream machine. It hummed softly as its owner clicked a button to stop it from overfilling the cone. She handed it to the stallion. Her face contorted into a confused look when she saw the bits the stallion gave her. "Um, sir, one cone only costs you one bit. It's a bit too much, or maybe you want some more of it?" The stallion was busy introducing himself to the mare. Winterglade assumed that he missed her explanation about the ice cream cost. With a shrug she pulled one of the bits onto her cabinet under the table and set aside the rest for stallion to take back. Trench Digger, and Grand Journeys, her first and second costumer of the day. She hoped that they wouldn't be the last. Winterglade made an "O" face when Grand Journeys explained that she came from the Tall Tale just to see the festival. That's a long distance to cover. "One bowl it is!" She chirped as she turned around and started to fill a bowl with the mint chocolate chip ice cream. The machine's hum grew a bit louder and rougher. "Come on... Don't you die on me now!" Winterglade hissed. Thankfully the machine stayed true to its function and filled the bowl to the brim. She turned and with a smile gave Grand Journeys her ice cream. She pulled the three bits into her cabinet. Four bits, one hundred and ninety six to go! Winterglade watched in curiosity as Grand Journeys and Trench Digger continued their conversation. With ponies talking in her tent, it was more likely for other ponies to notice her tent. A lone dove was flying above the Vanhoover harbor in wide circles. It had been doing its daily routine of searching for food for its young, and now it had the entire day to fly around in bliss. It had no idea why it chose this particular spot to fly around, but it did. A kind yet curious equine had feed it a lot of bread crumbs just a few minutes before, and it was content for its belly was full. The kind equine even gave it a sparkly necklace. It was a small glass tube with a rolled piece of paper inside it. It looked shiny and pleasing to the dove. Today was a good day. @@Motion Spark A yacht slowly made its way to the Vanhoover harbor. It was relatively small, but it was very glamorous looking, compared to any other yachts on the harbor, and it piqued the dove's curiosity. Slowly it glided to the yacht. There was a pink equine sitting in the yacht, but there was no open window for the dove to perch on. It instead chose to land on the deck and started pecking around the floor. It cooed happily.

No Bipedal Lyra in nurse outfit is best Lyra

@@King Brony, Sorry, but as Bari said above you and in the OP post, we can't really accept everyone. So far all the available slots have been occupied. My apologies.

Bipedal Lyra is best Lyra You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve been further even more decided to use even go need to do look more as anyone can. Can you really be far even as decided half as much to use go wish for that? My guess is that when one really been far even as decided once to use even go want, it is then that he has really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like.

http://mlpforums.com/topic/60023-2013-best-oc-championship/ This gonna be gud

I nominate... Zoop's Keystone, Key Gear's Key Gear Bari's Misty Leaves, Motion Spark's Rosebelle, and NewCalamity's Decisive Act, too bad there is yet to be any profile page for him.

Don't you agree that morning is the best time of the day? Hello there :3 50 bits if you can answer that question

Good morning there ...and that's a good thing!

Rarijack is now canon *** Bamp I'm really tempted to use this as an avatar Today has been damn slow day... At least we got some replies in Vanhoover thread. Oh well Also, poor Rarity

The abrupt pause when Keystone mentioned about his financial situation somehow threw Winterglade off balance. Thankfully Keystone almost immediately continued his speech. Winterglade let out a sigh of relief at the mention of his job. She chuckled. She really need to learn to stop to assume the worst. With a flick of her hoof she unlatched her cape and folded it neatly on the armrest of her chair. It certainly felt good to feel fresh air on her rear. Winterglade couldn't really help it, she burst into laughter when Keystone said that he was loopy. He was hardly the loopiest pony in this room. "Ah! You don't have to worry about anything. I'm pretty sure you've seen the full rent on the paper I posted in the town hall. Heck, you even carried the paper out from the building. If you don't have any job yet, I can help you to find something to do to pass the time." She rocked back and forth on her plush chair. She was sure that Keystone would be able to earn enough to help her to pay the rent. It was relatively easy to find a job in Ponyville, but the hard part was to find a long-term one. She was glad that at least Keystone seemed to already have a good one. Being unemployed after having pretty much everything you have burnt to ashes would be a total disaster Winterglade looked at the clock on the wall. The lunchtime was still thirty minutes away, she thought that since they both were already sitting comfortably, it might be a good time to start a small talk. "Hm, Keystone, you're not from this town, right? Where did you come from, and why do you choose Ponyville?" Winterglade paused. She scratched her head. "Sorry for asking, I get curious at times. Anyway, if you're okay with me asking, what does your cutie mark mean?"

But I was planning to screencap the 19,999... I can see the reasoning behind it. While older members generally won't pay much to it, some of the newbies might get intimidated by the older members. It won't do anything nice if they started to look down upon themselves when they failed to meet the "brohooves quota" or something absurd like that. The fancy counter serves no purpose but to look, well, fancy. If anyone wants to know if his or her posts are appreciated or liked, he or she can wait for the brohoof notifications or go check the posts individually. So, +1 support on this

>tfw nopony noticed the bedroom eye AJ pic Rarity has

No. Bad pony, bad pony!

Just found some damn funny screenshot from the IDW comic Roosters are like that. All it take is some noises and a bright light and then suddenly they are all crowing like mad

You don't need eyelashes when your legs are wheel ?(???)?

Marmalade was on the roll. She patiently answered all of the questions that were directed to her, taking care not to reveal too much. The crowd of ponies in front of her, unsated was their curiosity at the giant construct that was looming over the quarry, kept asking even more question. Marmalade tried her best to calmly answer each and every one of them as a teacher would. A dainty mare with flashy garment at the back of the group asked what was the point of it all, if Celestia could provide them everything they would ever need. Marmalade had to physically stopped herself from slapping the naive mare. With a chair. When Silver Ore plowed his way through the crowd, Marmalade let out a relieved sigh. The stallion was one of the heads of the Ore clan. The mayor smiled as the stallion spoke. "I sure do notice what you did out there, Silver. You did an excellent job leading the miners. I'm grateful to have you in the team." The stallion might be a bit harsh and demanding at times, but Marmalade had to agree that he was a strong leader, albeit a bit less than his cousin's charismatic presence. "I'm afraid there is nothing else to do here, we should gather at the seminar for the next phase. Um, if you want to leave to the city first, that would be fine." Summerfall watched the entire ordeal from her place next to the meek mayor. She didn't say anything anything when the rude mare from the back spoke, or when Silver Ore approached Marmalade. She simply stood there, unassuming and looking a tad bored at everything. She had no need to say anything, Marmalade had agreed that she would do the public relation matter. When the mayor told Silver to leave them behind, Summerfall stepped forward. "Excuse me, Marmalade." She whispered something to the mayor. She looked disappointed, but she nodded an approval. Summerfall then turned to address the crows. "Excuse me everypony, the questions would have to end here. We can continue later at tomorrow evening at the town hall. Any further questions should wait until then." The crowd looked disappointed, but nopony said anything as they slowly dispersed to each of their own. Only the journalist remained, but a stern glare from Summerfall was enough to send him away. She turned to face the mayor. "I'm sorry, but we can't afford to delay anything. We should go to the ballroom now." Marmalade sighed. She wanted to talk more with the crowd, but Summerfall was right. She still had a lot to discuss with Beryl Ore. With Summerfall on the lead, she trotted to the city's tram near the barrack. There were already some ponies waiting inside the tram. She looked to Silver ore. "Are you going?" Bonzo's already wide smile grew even wider when he sensed that more and more ponies had gathered around him and his apprentice, who hadn't stopped from her crowd-gathering routine. The torches in his juggle circle had started to grow dim, nearly out of oil, even the cat grew bored and stopped hissing. He would have to switch to another attraction, fast. "Bright Penny!" He called out to the filly. "Random stallion, three apples!" @ Bright Penny quickly skid to a halt. Three apples, that was a code for something she was always excited to try. With manic grin she quickly jumped onto a nearby sky blue unicorn. She pulled out three bright red apples out of nowhere and stacked them on the stallion's head. She ducked to whisper to the stallion, "Psst. Don't move your neck. Stay calm." The filly then stood on her hindhooves and shouted, "Make way for the Bonzo the knife thrower!" The crowd of ponies around the unicorn stallion quickly cleared the area, some even cried out in surprise. Without a word Bonzo quickly caught the falling knives one by one and threw them straight to the apples, neatly piercing all of them near the middle. The crowd cheered in amazement. "Thank you!" Bonzo bowed, only to cut short as the cat fell on his rainbow wig, which promptly decided that it was a good time to enact her revenge. The crowd roared in laughter as the previously calm clown suddenly reduced into a screaming, panicked mess as the cat furiously attacked his face. Bright Penny herself made no attempt to help her teacher, she only stood on the icy blue unicorn and giggled. Blitz Blaze scanned the now almost crazed crowd. It was subtle, but he could definitely see that a certain twinkle in the eyes of the huge majority of the ponies. The same twinkle that once drove him away from his old friends. Greed. Pure, undiluted greed. These ponies cared for nothing but their own wealth, and Beryl had just shown them a new way to achieve it. The ultramarine unicorn sighed. It pained him that the ore would be used for fuelling the industries instead of for magical research. He had planned to scare the ponies away with his fire, but he knew that without an open corporation and sponsorship from these ponies the ores were unreachable. He backtrotted away slowly from the stage, the ore still in his telekinesis, to his seat near the backstage. "Such mindless crowd... driven by nothing but lust for excess. It was a good thing that we have our eyes trained on the proper thing, isn't it?" Blitz spoke to the floating ore. There was no response, not that he expected any. He liked to talk with random objects. it might looked weird, but it was a habit that he developed when he was an apprentice. "I wish that Maroon and the others were here. We could think of something to fetch us the ores without having to rely on these ponies." The unicorn looked impassively at the crowd. A stallion had a bright idea to climb the stage to approach Beryl, but with a strong push of telekinesis Blitz Blaze shoved him away from the mare. There was no time to deal with such hooligans, he thought to himself. OOC: I will respond to Trench Digger's ice cream purchase after Grand Journeys replied, so that it won't mess up with the timeline.

Hello there tough guys :3 "Honey bun" My mind is suddenly overrun by innuendos Oh NASA, you and your army of nerds That's some damn sweet looking modelling there. I'm not sure if Dashie's fur can make a good color base for a plane though. Gotta agree with that *whistles* That's genius... both your "Mashing" and the tasty ice cubes Gotta get me some strawberries tonight

Oh bloody Luna I can watch him fainting forever He's a damn lightweight Their lower jaws are very blocky-looking... I wonder how could they survive with a jaw that can cut through steel like that 3D polygon? Now this is something I would have to see I don't really see Mrs.Cake as a cheat, that pudgy mare would have a hard time going around, but I can't really say anything for sure.

That sounds mighty complicated Is the snippet on the lower right the wip pic? Mr.Cake looks awfully awkward there

Herald There is only one way to describe this fanfic: it's definitely fucked up in more ways than I'm comfortable for. If you can't stomach the intense dread feeling, don't read it. Written by shortskirtsandexplosions, this fanfic has more than enough mindfuck to render the rest of your days empty and joyless.

Haters gonna hate

Winterglade almost squeed when Keystone voiced his approval. Now she could finally relax, she wouldn't have to double her workload just to afford to sleep under a roof. She let out a small chuckle. Hopefully Keystone's arrival would be the turn point in her life to the better. Keystone's ears dropped a little, and so was Winterglade smile started to flatter. It was painfully clear that the stallion needed a good rest, the sooner the better. "I'm sorry for dragging things out. Let's go, I'll take you in. I'm sure that you can get a buckin' good rest once you got into your room. The beds are very nice!" She said to Keystone. She motioned him to follow her to the inside. Winterglade trotted to the apartment building's door and unlocked it with a key from her cape. She flapped her wings for once before opening the door and entered the building. She trotted past the small lobby and straight to the hallway. She didn't particularly like trotting around in the hallway, it felt cramped even when it's wide enough to accommodate five ponies walking side by side, but she never expressed it out. Taking a faster pace, she trotted to the end of the hallway and climbed the stairs to the second floor. With the same key she used to open the front door, she opened the door of a nearby room. She looked to Keystone behind her as she nudged the door open. "Don't ask how the keys work around here. Unicorn stuff. Even the owner can't explain how the all of keys can open the front door while they can't open any rooms other than the right one." The mare practically bounced into her apartment, and what soon will be Keystone's apartment. She relished in the fact that she wouldn't have to trot in the hallway anymore. She turned around to face Keystone and swung a hoof to show him around the place. "And here we are! Welcome to, um, your new apartment!" She paused, and then facehoofed. "Okay, that sounds silly. Anyway, that's the dining room and the kitchen." She pointed a hoof to her left, or Keystone's right. She then trotted to a nearby sofa and poked it with a hoof. "This area would be the living room. It's quite sparse, but I'm planning to save for some more things to put around here. And those doors would be the bathroom and the bedrooms." She pointed to the four doors, which were already numbered from 1 to 3 with a large wooden numbers, and the last door had a large "W" on it. "Mine is the room 3. You can pick between room 1 or 2, but I would suggest the room number 1. Room number 2 doesn't have any bed in it. Oh, and your key would be on the key hanger in the kitchen." Satisfied with her hopefully clear explanation, Winterglade trotted to a plush chair next to the flower vase near the middle of the apartment and seated herself there. "Make yourself at home!" She called out to Keystone. She hadn't talked about the rent yet, but she hoped that Keystone would be okay with splitting the rent evenly.

Welp, here goes the layout for the apartment~? Since before this Winter was the one who moved in, she is now in the Bedroom 3. Keystone can pink between Room 1 or or Room 2, whichever works.