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  1. Ms. J. L. Snickers

    Really loving this new GIMP coloring technique! And fun picture to color too! XD

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    I would immortalize her profile picture and hang it in the Lourve. xD
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    Master Artix drew in deep, ragged breaths as those piercing golden eyes were now positively mad. He followed the ghost around the room with his eyes, riveted to her shadow’s form even as she pawed at the red glow around the heart shard. When he finally came down from whatever cliff top she had left him on, he blinked hard and realized the other ponies were trying to talk to him. He swept a hoof over his mane and turned aside, heartbeat still battering his ribcage roughly. "She...she was my wife," He managed, and then all at once it clicked – that eerie calmness, almost jovial nature slipped over him as easily as a parted curtain. "Yes. Buttercup. She was a lovely mare, and she was...murdered. They thought it was an accident, said it would be further investigated, but...it was not." He drew himself up to his full height. His own mental image of Buttercup tittered and waltzed dreamily with herself, then beckoned him with a hoof. Meanwhile, the ghost of her whimpered pathetically, silently trying to absorb whatever energy the necklace gem was giving out. Each time she swatted at it, her hoof went right through the glow with no effect. Master Artix made a ‘one moment’ gesture to the Buttercup in his mind and turned back to his audience. "You are here for a week, and the hotel is yours. But while you may relax in the spa or enjoy the buffet, you are all here for one purpose: to find the person who murdered my wife." Something flickered in his eyes as he looked at the ghost again, but that calmness didn’t waver. "But there’s no reason we can’t discuss this during dinner. Please, have a seat." While the rest of them stared, horrified and slightly disgusted, he took a bite of the candy Phil Noir had offered, letting the licorice dangle from the corner of his mouth, and began cutting his rose salad with swift strokes. "Please, sit," Master Artix smiled. "You’ve all been called here for a very special reason. All of you have the abilities and clues to this case already within your grasp. It’s up to you to solve the case...I believe that won’t be any trouble for the six of you." He patted his muzzle daintily with a napkin. "You’ll be sleeping in the East wing of the hotel, even though you may have the room of your choice, I think there would be a safety in numbers, don’t you think?" At the other’s confused looks, he smiled with frightening complacency. "Well, my wife isn’t the only loved one that’s passed away within these walls...And it appears as though one of your number has a bit of a magnet for them." The ghost of Buttercup gave one sad, final look to the necklace and let herself fade away, but not before looking at her insane husband with sad eyes.
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    The room was bathed in a soft, almost romantic flickering glow. Still, in the corners of the dark room, the shadows gamboled about, leering at the flames. The heart ruby was one of the brightest things in the room, and it was a dull, muted glow instead of the firm brightness of the candles. As the darkness settled in, something pearly white in the shadows flickered. The ghost of a pony, half solid, half translucent, floated silently out of the wall and looked longingly at the flames. The closer the pony got to the light, the more it faded away, until it was nothing more than a slightly disturbed shimmer passing over the candles. When it had circled the table twice, the pony left the light and stayed in the darkness. It was the form of a filly, with darkly freckled cheeks and a tousled mane which spilled over her withers. A pair of mournful eyes stared at the gathered group of ponies, and then it faded away entirely. Master Artix was in the middle of the room, staring at the ghost of his wife with lovelorn eyes. "Buttercup," He murmured. At the sound of her voice, the ghost vanished into the wall. Fury exploded in the big stallions chest. "No!" He reared up, sending his powerful front hooves smashing into the wall. His elegantly coiffed black mane fell into his eyes, and he slammed against the wall again with all his might. "Buttercup! My darling! Come back!" The ghost did appear, but not next to her grieving husband. The ghost crept closer to the light, her gaze fixed on the glowing heart gem.
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    @ Master Artix smirked at the younger pony. "You degrade yourself, Mr. Dancer. I think you’ll be extraordinarily helpful." He left his side with a rather unsettlingly fatherly pat on the shoulder, and went over to the ponies who were scattered apart, untalkative and shy. They weren’t sticking together yet, they were all either eating, eyeing each other suspiciously, or trying to look as though they belonged there. All except for the young writer and the tall pony; they were staring moonstruck into each other’s eyes, blushing furiously but looking soppy nonetheless. All of a sudden, the lights went out. There were startled squeaks and gasps from everyone assembled, freezing in their places as utter blackness fell. Right on time, Master Artix thought pleasantly. "Everypony stay calm," He ordered. "I’m sure the lights will be on in a moment." They wouldn’t be on in a moment, but they didn’t know that.
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    They're not really. Take a look at the "Welcoming" section, and there's several people who've been thrust out of their communities because they disagreed with another brony's opinion. Even here, there's people leaving because of disagreements. Sure, I've seen a couple of YT comments, but that's mostly about bronies reacting to trolls, not bronies reacting to other bronies.
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    Feel free to ignore this post entirely. This is a bit of a rant, very much a tl;dr, and the result of too much coffee ice cream. I’m not really in my right mind as I write this, it’s merely an observation from a new member of the community. The Brony community is known for their “love and tolerance”, which is the message the show preaches to us. Well, in all fairness, I don’t think I’m any more loving and tolerant by watching the show – I still have a short temper, poor debating skills, and the inability to leave well enough alone. (As many of you here in the forums have discovered). And I’m pretty sure there’s a good many people like me, who are just regular people who still have their faults and flaws and aren’t morally impacted by the show in any way. We seem to have a fixation on “trolls”, or “Brony haters” who go out of their way to heckle us. But it also seems like we go out of our way to defend our beloved characters and TV show. So we’re engaged in this eternal tussle over the TV show we love and the people in our fandom who draw a lot of negative attention. A lot of us feel like we’re being unfairly judged because of the kid-friendly, female-oriented nature of the show, and that somehow saps men of their masculinity. So to make up for that, or to “take back our masculinity”, the men defend themselves to an unnatural degree. I can’t stop people from feeding trolls. It’s hard, since trolls design themselves to provoke and inflame. (Look up the “You’ve Been Trolled” song on YT.) But there seems to be an element missing here. An element of harmony, if you’ll pardon the obvious reference. Look over at the “Welcome” section of this forum. Have you noticed how many people in there have been driven out of other communities because they expressed a different opinion? These people aren’t being persecuted by Brony-haters or trolls, they’re being insulted and hurt and shunned by us. People just like you and me. We kick them out of our forum sections, message boards, chatterboxes, or what have you, simply because they disagreed with something we hold dear. We’re supposed to “love and tolerate”, and I see a lot of people suggesting we do that to the “haters”. But not once have I seen someone say, “You know, we treat some fellow Bronies pretty shabbily. We ought to tolerate and love them a bit more.” Shouldn’t we focus more on our groups instead of the people who hate us and our preferences in lifestyle or television choices? Sure, it can be said that the trolls and some other members of the community have the same opinions, therefore we’re bound to clash over some issues. But here’s the difference: these kids aren’t trying to inflame or provoke. These are their honest opinions. Maybe their opinions are skewed due to media portrayals, or maybe their opinions don’t align to yours, but the person sitting behind the computer screen genuinely believes those opinions. I’m not saying don’t stop trying to love the haters, but it seems like we need to rethink our priorities. So can we stop focusing on the haters who try to bully us, and try to love and tolerate the people who try to join our little neighborhood? It seems pretty hypocritical of me, so don’t bring that up, since I feel guilty enough already for slamming some people for having different opinions than I do. Like I said before, I don’t always think before I act, and I can’t just walk away from an argument. But I will make an honest effort to try to be a little more tolerant of people in this community who have contrasting opinions. Because when it comes down to it, we’re all very different. We’re only united by our love of muffins and gemstones and sonic rainbooms, but we’re all unique, and having varying worldviews and upbringings. I’m new to this community. Not really new to the fandom, since I’ve liked it for a while, but this is really my first time actively participating with other fans of the show. Because of this, I’m pretty sure I’m wrong about this. My judgments have been based largely on YT comments, and this message board here. I’m rambling now. And I’m getting a headache. I should stop eating this ice cream, it’s giving me brain freeze and weight gain.
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    I would say something witty, unique, and MLP-esque...But everyone else has already said it. 3: Welcome, have fun, all that jazz. <3
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    Aww, don't say that! As AppleJack would say, "That's just stinkin' thinkin'." I'm sure you'll get a wonderful partner one day, you just need to be patient. I'll enter this as soon as I can find an updated version of myself. All I can find are pictures of me when I still had glasses and a stupid haircut. O_e
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    @, @@LeJAKoJAK Master Artix clucked his tongue disapprovingly at the peppery detective. Of course, Phil Noir would be the one to pick a fight first – he was the most suspicious, and the one with his hackles permanently raised. He was possibly the most colorful pony he had invited to the hotel, although if he proved to be too nosy it would be relatively easy to turn the others against him. "Now, now, Mr. Noir, you haven’t even heard my proposition yet," He chuckled, but his golden eyes had sharpened and focused with uncanny stillness on the detective. "Let’s not knock the game before we’ve played, shall we?" There was one pony, fiddling uncomfortably with his plate and sipping at his water, rather a distance away from the rest of the group. That must have been Flame Dancer. Time to see if the group would bond together. "Now, you’re Flame Dancer, aren’t you? Ah, yes. It’s good to finally make your acquaintance. Tell me, what do you think of Mr. Noir’s warning?" {{On my phone, sorry for the short post.}}
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    Seems like I'm one of the few who actually loves the beach! I sunburn easily too, and I can't swim very well. But I love the beach, probably because my family used to swim at night instead of in the day during the crowd rush. My father and I used to swim out far enough to touch the first sailboat docked about two hundred yards from shore, and then swim back. I have fond memories of living by the beach. It's amazing that we didn't get eaten by sharks, all those times we swam at night...O_e
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    Seems like there's a pretty eclectic taste in music on these boards. xD Here's mine. It's sort of all over the map, I have a varied taste in music. 1. Let Me Be Your Star – Smash 2. Hallelujah – Rufus Wainwright 3. Good Girl – Carrie Underwood 4. Merry-Go-Round – Kasey Musgrave 5. Witch Doctor – Toybox (I think I’m the only person in the world who doesn’t find this song annoying. xD) 1. Queen’s Greatest Hits - Queen(So. Much. Epicness.) 2. White Album – The Beatles 3. 5th Gear – Brad Paisley 4. The Covers: Vol. II – Nick Pitera 5. Play On – Carrie Underwood
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    Finished Chemistry midterms, about to explode from excitement and die from exhaustion. Possibly at the same time.

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      Friendship_Cannon

      I´ve just finsihed my exams for this semester :/ I know that feel... I´m just gonna die from excitement, but first I try to party all my doubts away :3

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      Ms. J. L. Snickers

      No parties here for this bookworm! I'm going to take a bubble bath, eat some ice cream, and watch an action flick. xD Celebrate over the Easter weekend with Terminator 2! :D

    4. Friendship_Cannon

      Friendship_Cannon

      everybody parties his own way :3. Your option sounds incredibly comfy, but sometimes I just need action, (very, very bad, but loud) music, and more or less crazy people xD

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    You amaze me with your talents. How do you roleplay and draw so well and still have enough epicness left over to skip around the forums?!
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    Known for awesome Zecora quote! <3
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    For having the best avatar of Diamond Tiara I've ever seen. XD
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    I certainly hope she gave him a hug! And regardless, I am overthinking this. It's an odd, obscure little facet of information that shouldn't have fascinated me as much as it did. ^^
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    Ah, the young writer, Maple Sands. He had read one of her books, deemed it absolute rubbish, and written her the invitation. She was a pretty young filly, dainty in that shy manner most young mares have before they fully realize they’re attractive. He smiled at her briefly, narrowing his eyes. "The pleasure is all mine, my dear," Master Artix sad quietly. That other colt, a rather tall and lanky stallion with eyes that were a little too knowing, stepped up behind her. After thanking him politely, the colt asked “So, will you be joining us alone tonight, or will you be accompanied?” The difference between them in years couldn’t have been much. Artix glanced over at Buttercup, wondering if she was as amused by his forward houseguest as he, but for the moment she had wandered off somewhere. That was strange, since she usually stuck quite close to him. At any rate, there was a stallion waiting on his answer. "No, I will be joining you...alone." Those mad golden eyes stopped their frenzied dancing for a moment, and his expression was achingly bitter for the space of a second. "There were days where that might have been different, but not this evening." And then it was back, the little unsettled look in his eyes, and Buttercup had apparently located a glass of punch and nuzzled comfortably close to him. If he focused, he could hear her heartbeat. "Right this way, my guests, right this way," He ushered the startled group of ponies up the steps, leading them to the dining room. It was almost absurdly lavish for seven ponies; the ceiling was nonexistent, disappearing up into the clouds, where the neon lights of the upper levels of Las Pegasus flickered dimly. The two glass walls allowed them a birds-eye-view of the casino floor, showing roulette wheels, poker pits, and old fashioned slots. A floor show was apparently in progress, as a mare in a sequined, ruffled leotard spun perfectly over to her dance partner, the spotlight fixed upon them unwaveringly. The table was comfortably cozy in the huge room, with finely hewn crystal glasses full of a rich blue liquid which fizzed invitingly. A stallion with an aggressively waxed moustache stepped forward, busying himself with taking coats and hats. Another stallion, almost identical save for the moustache, showed them to their seats, and then they disappeared without a sound. Two slender fillies pranced forward bearing trays of hors d'oeuvres. "Please, indulge yourself," Master Artix said, passing around the tray of drinks. "That’s what Las Pegasus is all about.” He trotted over to the glass wall and gazed fondly down at the game show floor. "Feel free to try your luck at some of the slots later in the evening," Master Artix told them lightly. "You can’t win if you don’t play.” The eccentric billionaire nudged the detective, who was staring at him like he had sporadically grown a third eye. "Just remember something, Mr. Noir," He grinned suddenly, "There’s two rules in Las Pegasus. Only two rules. Number one, is have an unforgettable experience. Number two...” He paused, and drained his glass of blue fizzberry juice. "Number two, the house always wins."
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    Yep, okay, that's officially my headcanon. Thank you for answering my question, poster with the epic Rarity icon. XD And I find it hilariously ironic that I mention I'm eating oranges, and the Citrus King shows up.
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    I guess so. I just realized that Twilight gives Spike the same self-minded thing every year (a book), and yet the dumbell RD slapped a bow on somehow is just in the background. Ugh. I gotta stop eating all these oranges. They're going to my head and making the ponies do crazy things.
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    Just noted in passing, but Spike's about twelve years old, right? Maybe ten. Rainbow Dash got a dumbell for a ten year old? O_e Is there something symbolic here that I'm missing, or am I thinking about this too hard?
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    Funnily enough, I've only been here for three days. xD
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    This thread is so enjoyably spastic and bewildering, I don't know whether to laugh or scratch my head.
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    ^ | That is exactly what I thought! I was all freaking out, thinking that Joe Biden had actually come out and mentioned MLP somewhere, and then I scrolled down and realized what it was. I'm both disappointed and relieved. xD
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    That Nyan cat looks Mexican, and vaguely racist. It's making me wonder if I'm a racist for laughing at it hysterically. O_e
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