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I did not know that a Cutie Mark image was a requirement. I can, if necessary, provide a link within 5 days. Is that a requirement?

There is!!!! I didn’t know I needed to provide a cutie mark image. Editing issues too.

So, here's the deal. Every time I try to edit one of my characters, the edit button does not show up. It may have to do with that he is pending second approval, but there are a few things I need to edit to get approved and I can't. Anypony got anything on this?

I’m having some editing issues. The button to edit ain’t showin’ up. I’ll do it as soon as I can.

Alright, I’m good!!!!!!

I absolutely appreciate your help! Thanks! Also my computer is deciding to be mostly shitfaced right now. Sorry. I’ll get that up soon though!!!! Edit: My tech is working again. I appreciate your help. Check it out! I also left your edits blue as you made them so that they’re easy to identify, although your writing style is quite memorable!!

Well, MLPForums, it’s been a good run. I do want to say that this is a welcoming, strong, non-toxic internet community that has avoided the taint of thousands of users by encouraging kind behavior. Thank you to the moderators. I don’t even know the amount of time you all work, but I’ve appreciated it. I can imagine that one of you will rocket in here to move my topic to another forum, my apologies but I didn’t know where to put this. Thanks to all of my friends for being a haven of kindness here, and of jokes too. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving. I could never bear to leave this place. I am gonna be gone for a while, though. Maybe a week. Maybe four months. I don’t really know. We really do embody the pastel ponies that we love so much, and we cherish their core values of kindness, generosity, laughter, honesty, loyalty, and, of course, magic. This forum, more than any other place or experience, has taught me to find the silver lining in things and to have a positive outlook. I will see you all later. And as Pathfinder would say: “Cheers!”

Thank you for taking time to review my character! I’ve implemented your changes as wished (you possess great skill in writing). I apologize for the “pleasure garden” issue. If you have ever read Siddhartha by Herman Hess, you would know what it is. In ancient India, a pleasure garden was just that - a garden, literally, for the pleasure of the plants within. Being a Buddhist, it was a simple way to pay some tribute. However, I do understand the quite erotic echoes of the words, and have happily removed it. Divorce happened to me when I was about 8, and this is another way of paying tribute. Again, removed with ease. However, the dead dad is hard to eliminate, since it kinda forces me to rewrite the entire rest, or almost. Leavin’ that unless you really are against that. I mean, we have Applejack’s dead parents, right? Also, used “perished” to soften the word use. I write dark stories as a hobby, and sometimes they leak into this world of pastel ponies. I await your response with great anticipation! UPDATE: I’m having some editing issues right now. Trust that I am trying my damndest and I will attempt to hash this out in the next few days.

In my opinion, the hooves are the worst of your problems. Work on the rectangular shape, and make them more natural or don’t include any hoof lines at all. Other than that, I love it! You seem pretty talented, especially since eyes are hard to do.

London shrugged. “Your security protocols have a once-every-two-weeks glitch - a hole of sorts. Easily, I filtered through cloaking software. Wasn’t counting on Jarvis being there though. I mean, my code was rock-solid!” He powered down his Terminus and continued speaking. “Regardless, the flawed system plus the easy infiltration of a security profile made entry easy but exit difficult.” He then made a confused face. ”How did you know where to find me, Mr. Stark, and why?”

“I like rusty spoons” Yeah. I watched Salad Fingers for the first time today.

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I would say so, yeah. Unless you negotiate something (really hard with a corporate entity) you would probably would

London didn’t know what to think. He was speechless. Iron Man, Tony Stark, his hero, had just come to his rescue, and he was exultant. He was surprised but reacted quickly. Doing as Stark said, he pulled out his Terminus and set it to low charge. “This should be non-lethal, but no promises. I have tried to monitor the electrode pulses in the past, but stifling it has been difficult.” With that, he fired off a bolt of yellow energy, frying the chest of a bodyguard. The energy burned through the man’s suit, body armor, and part of his flesh, leaving a one-inch hole of blackened skin and muscle in the him. London laughed. “Yeah, thought so.”

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London built up courage inside him. One wrong thing said, and he was toast, and he and Forson both knew it. He hated Forson, but his job paid the bills, and he needed to pay them. “Give me four days. I can clean up my trail and hopefully anonymously slow down Stark and his annoying legal team.” He sighed. He knew he had one shot at this. “Please, just let me off. I can do better. I can do anything you need me to do. Give me another shot.” With that, as he stood up from his chair, he placed a three-millimeter-thick and 1 centimeter-wide microphone under the edge of the desk. Within seconds, it detected the environment and camouflaged. Even if Forson or his goons looked under the desk, all they would see would be flat wood. Might as well listen in, London thought.

@Buck Testa London size up the situation. Two dozen bodyguards, plus Forson: he didn’t stand a chance. He could only hope to convince Forson to let him off. “I was careful, Dr. Forson. I laid in dozens of security profiles and injected cloaking data packets into Stark’s server, but Jarvis was able to bull through all of that. I just wanted to see the authentic Stark and his reaction. We all know that Stark and every other rich person, including you, put on a mask every time you do a bit of PR. I wanted to see a real person, not “Iron Man”.” He cleared his throat for effect and continued. “I also wanted to get copies of the data on the Iron Man suit so that I could get it to you.” He whispered under his breath so that no one could hear (@Skylord Nexus) “Or sell it to the highest bidder.” London looked at Forson again. “I can get back in there with more security and get that data if you want! We both know I’m the best techhead you know and one of the best, period. Give me five days. You will have the data by then. I swear by it.”

Yeah, I’ve seen those ads too. And doesn’t the site have a policy about no risqué things on it? Obviously no NSFW stuff, but might this qualify? It definitely does not reflect my search history.

Trumpeter? I don’t know...

That’s a fair point. I prefer single-capital names, even if word combination is necessary, just because of the aesthetic.

You could also go the single-word-name route; I have multiple OCs such as Supersonic, Whirlwind, and others that use single-word names. Although, yours might work with something like Feather Flash or Shimmering Plume.

@Buck Testa London walked into the AIM headquarters, up the marble steps, and through the glass double doors. The inside was well furnished, but all of the gilded vases and modern decoration hid a vile organization, and London knew it. He planned to leave this job as soon as he could stand on his own two feet. True, his salary was quite large, but his rig and his network costed much to keep running, and until he could rely on money not diseased by the vile hands of Forson, he had to stay. He knew the drill: Forson, enraged, would fire London, or worse, “retire” him like he did his parents; and if that was the case, than London would have to turn on the offensive. Once he escaped, he would activate several failsafes and move to a secure location. Jackson, employed by another company, OsCorp, made more than enough to keep them afloat. Just to be safe, London was currently carrying a self-designed electrode pistol, the Terminus, and wearing a self-designed titanium laced suit. The authorities were more than happy to give him permission, as long as he eventually sold it to the armed forces to be duplicated. He had no intention of doing this until he was aged, and even then, he might destroy it once he had no use for it. He walked up to the door to Forson’s office; making sure that the path from his hand to his conceal-carry pocket was clear, he knocked on the door.