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  1. The fanfic isn't finished yet, but it's always in full production. You can choose to read what's finished now, or come to it when it's done. Up to you. Chapter One "But... Sir, you see..." "No! I don't give a damn for the last time! I've heard enough of you! Go, leave, now! I don't care! I'm tired of waiting on week late rent!" Derpy would sigh solemnly as she trotted away. Sluggishly, she'd lower her head, her snout almost touching the ground as her hooves made a light "click, click, click" with each hoof step. She'd pout as she stepped into an alley-way and curled up behind a dumpster. She had no idea where she was and she didn't care. All she wanted was to get some sleep for now. As the pony laid her head against her legs, she would shut her gentle yellow hues. She looked over her thoughts and feelings, eventually coming to the conclusion that she just didn't care anymore. She began to drift off into the world of slumber and imagination. *The Next Morning* "Hey, is she alright?" "Of course she is." "Are you sure? She looks... Out of it to me..." "She's fine. She's just sleeping!" "Who... Is that?" Derpy lightly slid open her crooked hues, her expression that of tired and lonely. "Who... Is that?" As Derpy muttered quietly, she noticed two blurry figures over her moving about. One figure appeared to be a pale yellow with a peachy pink mixed in. The other figure looked to be dark colors, mostly mixtures of purples. "Oh, she's awake. Good... I was worried that she needed help..." The yellow figure moved out of Derpy's short, blurry vision, followed by the purple figure doing the same. Just then she felt something tugging her up. She'd force her hues to open a bit more to notice the figures were Twilight and Fluttershy. "...You girls... Are... Helping me...?" "Of course Derpy. Everypony treats you so badly. I wanted to help you." "So did I..." Derpy had a confused look written across her face, as the other two ponies would lift Derpy up and begin to walk her out of the alley-way. Fluttershy interjected at almost a whisper. If she hadn't been latched on to Derpy, she'd of never caught hint of Fluttershy's voice. Twilight and Fluttershy began to carry on a conversation, as it sounded, they were already deep into it before they discovered Derpy. "So, Fluttershy, what was it you were telling me? Something about your animals?" "Oh, yes, um... I was wondering, um, if you don't mind... Can I borrow one of your books? I'm starting to feel a little off with tending to them all." "Of course, Fluttershy! All you had to do was ask!" From that point on, Derpy faded out of the conversation, her own thoughts trailing on her current problems. She was homeless, bitless, and most importantly, careless. She was ready to give up altogether, but then, she faded back to reality. "Derpy! Are you alright? Are you hurt somewhere?" Dery hadn't realized it, but a tear escaped her yellow orb and collapsed onto Twilight's leg. "Oh, it's nothing... I'm just having a rougher time than usual." "Anything I can do to help you?" Derpy's eyes lit up then. She got an offer from somepony. An offer of help! She was ecstatic. "Well..." Derpy proceeded to tell her story of the past few days, leaving a few small details like times, dates, and names. "...And that's when you girls found me back there." "Well, certainly, we can do something to help you." "Well, I hope... Homeless is bad enough, but I can't afford anything on the side. How will I get my muffins...?" Twilight looked at Fluttershy for a moment. Fluttershy just giggled. "Well, who's house would you like to stay at? Fluttershy's or mine?" The three ponies stood in thought, before Derpy finally bursts out. "Twilight's!" Twilight blinked at the sudden decision, but smiled softly. "Alright, then you may stay with me. Spike might even enjoy the company." Derpy was overflowing with glee. For once, she would have a home she didn't have to rent out. She was able to stay there until Twilight was fed up with her. "That won't be long," Derpy thought to herself, "She'll get fed up with me within a week and kick me out." "Well, Derpy, come on. Let's go." "Oh. Right... " Derpy proceeded to follow Twilight to her library. Fluttershy split up with them around half-way, telling Twilight she'd be back later for the books. Twilight nodded and Fluttershy fluttered off lightly. Derpy smiled and stretched her wings out for a moment. Twilight blinked at this, but smiled again. Derpy retracted her wings, and followed Twilight into the library. "Spike! We have a roommate!" Hearing these words put a bigger smile on Derpy's face. "Spiiike! Where is that dragon?" Derpy blinked. She had never seen a dragon before, but she shined with glee when she found out she would get to. "A... A real dragon...!" Derpy exclaimed. She began to flap her wings in overjoyment. The gust blew some papers around, which Twilight soon caught with her unicorn powers. Derpy looked at Twilight soon after realizing what had happened, before crashing into the floor, forgetting to resume working her wings. Twilight just sighed and pulled Derpy into a room. "Here... This will be your room. Just remember..." "Yesss?" Twilight suddenly began to go on about a long list of rules, some revolving around food and drink, some around noise level, and even some about the books, and which ones she could use when. Derpy's eyes crossed more than usual for a minute, before she closed them, shaking her head. As the words continued to flow from Twilight's lips, Derpy head began to hurt more and more. She eventually just shook her head once again. "Uhh... Twilight...?" "...And also, if you're going to converse with anyone, be sure that you're not interrupting my studies, unless they happen to come in handy!" "Twilight!" "Oh, um... Yes, Derpy?" "...Can I try living with Fluttershy instead...? I can't keep up with all these rules..." "Oh, sure. I'm sorry I couldn't help." "It's... It's fine." Then, Derpy fluttered out the door. Chapter Two "Great," Thought Derpy, "That's already two houses in one day..." She clumsily trailed right above the ground, her wings slow and solemn, just like her. She stopped thinking altogether and aimlessly fluttered, hoping to go on forever this way. Too bad for her, she soon came into a collision with a building. She fell to the ground from impact. "My, oh my! Dear, are you alright?" Derpy knew the voice speaking to her. No one in all of Ponyville spoke with the regality this pony did. "Y-Yes... I'm... I'm alright." "Would you like some help up?" Derpy's vision began to clear over, seeing the hoof of none other than, Rarity, pointing right at her. Derpy smiled clumsily and grabbed her hand. She finally stood after a few minutes of wobbling and tripping over herself, still a bit dazed, surprisingly, from such a small impact. "Is something bothering you? At all? You seem a little... How should I put this nicely? You seem like something has managed to climb into your life and eat away at all the things you had." "...Good guess..." Derpy sighed as she instantly fell into a sitting position, her face in her hooves. "I have no home. I have no bits. I have no job. I pretty much lost it all." Rarity blinked, then she sat beside the mournful mare, laying a hoof on her shoulder. Derpy looked at the hoof, then at Rarity, her usually yellow hues glazing over slowly with a reddish color. "Please, dear... Don't cry. I'll try to help you. I might have a spare room you may stay in. Would you at least like to come inside for something to drink? You look absolutely parched." Derpy hadn't realized this either, but she hadn't had anything to eat or drink in... Well, ever since she had lost her job. She had her usual snack like she would on her daily routine before she lost everything. She would get up, take a quick shower and deal with all of those hygienic routes, have a quick snack, go to work, come back home, and do something for a pass time, before going to bed. She imagined it was around the time she would of been half-way through work. She felt her stomach rumble, looked around, then gave a light exhale. "Thank you, Rarity... I would really like that... " Derpy slowly stepped inside, looking around solemnly, as to watch her movements. She noticed that everything looked so expensive, so nice. She was beginning to doubt rether she should stay there or not, seeing as how she didn't want to break any of Rarity's precious objects, especially her gems. "So many... Pricy things..." She'd think as she passed each individual costume and piece through the Beauty Carousel. Her yellow hues lit up with each thing she'd see that looked attractive to her, and some things would make her shy away. "Right this way, deary. I'll try to find you a free room..." "Thank you... Rarity... I appreciate it..." "By the way dear... What happened? You never really specified besides it's been bad." "Well... I've been kicked out of my house, because I lost my bits... I couldn't pay the rent... I couldn't get more bits because I had lost my job a few days before that..." "Oh, dear. That's... Terrible! Simply awful! Of all the things that could happen... This is the worst... Possible... Thing!!" Rarity would pull a red-plush loveseat over, falling over onto it as if she's fainting. Derpy would look at her with a confused look upon her face. What Rarity was doing, she had no idea. "Um... Rarity...? It's not that bad... It's happened before..." "What? You've suffered this fate twice now?! Of all the-" "Five times, actually.... It's almost like I'm used to it..." Rarity would blink and sit up, before standing. She pushed the loveseat away, before straightening herself out. Derpy giggled a bit at the performance. "Well. I think you can stay in... Well... I don't think I have an open room, sweetie. I need all of these rooms, they all hold spare inspiration for me. Except two, one's my bedroom, the other is Opal's." Derpy's head would lower, her smile flipping around. She'd give out a light sigh, before turning around. "I'll... Just go, then. I don't want to be in the way..." After she sorrowfully sulked along to the door, she turned to face Rarity. Rarity blinked, feeling a little disheartened that such a poor Pegasus had to keep searching for a homestead. "Wait! Derpy! I could... Uh... Make you something, if it'll make you happier..." Rarity's face lit up with red, as she smiled shlyly at the pegasus. She could usually handle showing off to her friends, but this pegasus, she needed help, some sign that someone cares. Rarity never really used her talents to show this to anybody, except her friends a few times. Derpy let a smile trace her lips gently. "No... That's okay, I wouldn't have anywhere to put it, seeing as how... You know..." Rarity gave off a slight laugh that hinted to anyone she was nervous. "R-Right... Take care now, you hear?" "I will... Thank you for trying to help me." Then Derpy just fluttered away. Chapter Three As Derpy slowly fluttered along Ponyville, her yellow orbs traced the ground below her. She hadn't looked up for some time, but managed to catch herself right before running into a tree. She'd sigh at how near the event almost occured, then plot herself upon the ground under her. She released another, more powerful sigh. She looked to the sky, her hues twinkling with a faint expression of hopelessness and emptiness. "I'm doomed to a life of loneliness..." "Now, hold on jus' a minute, sugarcube. Ah don't think that's yer destiny." Derpy's visual direction locked on to the direction of the voice, spotting the orange pony that just spoke to her. "If yer gon' jus' quit, maybe it is yer fate. But ah can help ya' out with that lonely path yer walkin'." "But... AJ... Can you really help me...?" "Whut in tarnation are you thinkin', sugarcube?! Of course ah can help yer problem!" Before Derpy had time to react, the orange Earth pony had her by the mane, dragging her to the last place she thought to go; Sweet Apple Acres. -Sweet Apple Acres- Once the two had approached the gate of the Apple fields, Derpy felt nervous. She had been to the Acres many times before, but she never thought to ask about living there. She felt nervous, almost overwhelmed, looking around the Acres. Her hues lit up at the thought that she may get a home. Finally. Her hopes and dreams were unwrapping right in front of her. "Sugarcube! Are ya' listenin'? Whut kinduh house do ya' prefer?" "O-Oh... Just a simple home... Something basic that I can keep order of..." "Well... Sugarcube... Ah gotta look 'round fer ya', but ah promise ah'll get ya' a home." Derpy's face was overflowing with glee. Her cheeks were flaring, streams even ran down her cheeks as her yellow orbs were glowing brightly. AJ formed a smile across her face as she noticed the joy filling the disheartened pegasus. "AJ... I... Can't believe you'd do this for me..." "Why not, sugarcube? It's all ah can do ta' help ya' and yer issues. 'Sides, ah couldn't jus' let'cha be a lonely pony. Could ah?" Derpy couldn't respond. She was so overcome with joy, her body began to shiver. Her wings would tightly retract against her body. She couldn't even blink. Her cheeks became red from the rivers of joy flowing down her visage. AJ ran over and wiped her face up. "Pull yerself together. We got ta' get ya' moved in." As AJ smiled at Derpy, she felt something deep in her chest that made her feel even more overwhelmed. Derpy's legs began to wobble, and seen before she even knew it, she fell to the ground in an unconscience state... Then reality faded away. -Five Hours Later- "Sugarcube! Are ya' alright? Wake up, sugarcube!" Derpy's yellow orbs slowly began to slip open, as she returned to the world of Equestria. She took a quick look about her surroundings. She was laying in a bed. The house she was in had a grey-black tint about it, and the windows were old and square-shaped. The roof appeared to be very low slanted, almost like a flat roof, and the floor looked as if it were regular oak wood. Overall, the house seemed simple and peaceful. "How are ya' feelin', sugarcube? You hit yer head perty hard out there." "I... I fell...? No... I... Passed out, didn't I...?" AJ nodded lightly. Derpy looked down at the bedsheets she was under. "I'm sorry... I'm just messing up everything... Again..." "Sugarcube, ya' didn't even notice where we were, did ya'?" "Hmm? It's... A simple house..." "No, sugarcube... It's yer house." Derpy looked up, shock and happiness fighting for the dominant feeling in her figure. She noticed the smile painted on AJ's face, then allowed glee to overflow her once again. "Careful, ya' don't wanna wet yer bedsheets with yer tears!" Derpy flustered up and smiled a little. She was where she wanted to be. Home. "What shall I do tomorrow?" Derpy let her thoughts trail as she laid in her new bed. Then... She simply fell out of reality once again. Chapter Four Derpy found her hues slowly glazing open. She looked about slowly, before coming to the realization- She had no clue of her surroundings. Everything was bleak and quiet. Too quiet. She couldn't tell if there was anything about her, due to the immense shroud about her figure and area. The lack of illumination was so grand, Derpy couldn't help but cower against the only direction she could go. This only added to her fear when she discovered that she was being restrained to something. Chains? She couldn't tell, she was too fightened by the darkness falling heavy against her. Her yellow hues, tearing up with each movement, averted rapidly across the blank visual. "Why... Why..." Was all she could mutter. Suddenly, she heard the soft clicking of hooves against the cold ground. She shot her vision in that general direction, flickering wickedly across the area. Before she knew it, a pony did walk out of the darkness and into her sight... Along with two other ponies. In the center proudly stood... Rainbow Dash? To her left was Fluttershy and to her right vaguely stood Pinkamena. With straightened hair. Derpy scanned the three with quizzical fear and emotionless hope. Her lips trembled as tears streamed her cheeks. "Well, well, look at this girls. I think she's scared." Rainbow taunted the grey pegasus. "She's... So pathetic... Can't I just take care of her now?" Pinkamena impatiently nudged on. "She'll be quick to give in... She's not strong. She's weak." Fluttershy even added on to the insult. Derpy shut her hues and simply laid back, sniffling occasionally, the tears now just a quiet creek across her visage. She couldn't open her eyes to look at them, she knew what they wanted, and she knew what was going to happen. She knew it was all a lie. Everything everypony told her was nothing but slander to her. She felt her knees beginning to give in. Soon after, she collapsed to the ground. "Aww... Look... We haven't even touched her and she's already breaking down. How... Pathetic." Rainbow Dash laughed out arrogantly, a twisted smirk across her facials. "Well, you know, girls... I have a present for miss Derp here..." The other two behind the arrogant rainbow raised a brow in question. Right then, Dash turned around, bucking Derpy. Derpy barely made an effort to fight, only remained still and took what damage had been done. The impact left a cut across Derpy's temple, a slight trail of blood trickling down her cheek with the tears. Rainbow Dash only laughed again. At that moment, Derpy's hues shot open. She sat up, her quiet stare skimming the area. She was in her room, the place Applejack had allowed her to stay. She gave a heavy sigh, placing a hoof against her forehead. She had been sweating a lot, but as she pulled her hoof back, a little crimson shined off of it. She got up and walked into the bath room. She flipped on the light, then looked in the mirror. To her agitation, she had a slight cut across her temple. Giving a gentle sigh, she cleaned it up and put a band-aid over it, before sitting in the bed and staring forwards. "I have a home now... But... It's quiet... I'm alone..." Derpy sighed once more. As she stood, she turned to look at the messy bed she had just left. She shook her head and walked down the stairs. She looked around at the interior, realizing she wasn't even used to her own terrain yet. Sitting down on the couch in the main living area, she cradled her visage in her hooves. She sat there for the longest time, her mind racing. What to do now that she had a place? Should she wait a little bit to find a job, or maybe ask Applejack if she could help on the farm? Would farm work be hard? What could a pegasus like her even do on the farm? Soon, she realized that someone was knocking on her door. She looked up from her transparent thoughts, before shaking her head gently. "Um.. Yes? Come in." It was Applejack. "Hay there, sugarcube. How are ya' feelin'?" "Not too good, AJ... I had a pretty scary nightmare..." "Well, ya'll had me worried. Ah knocked fer a good ten minutes. But it's good ta' see yer doin' fahne." "Thak you, AJ... For the house, I mean. It's a very nice place..." "Sugarcube... There's sumthin' yer not tellin' me. What's wrong with ya'?" "Oh.. AJ.. It's terrible.. I'm so lonely.. I have no one here with me.. I don't feel much better, if any at all.. I have no job.. I'm so far away from anyone I could ever be friends with besides you and the farm..." As Derpy went on to explain more and more about how she felt, Applejack's face twisted into various feelings and emotions, from empathy, to sympathy, to slight horror, and even more. After Derpy had finished pouring herself out, Applejack stood in silence, looking off to the side. Derpy sat there, staring at the floor in despair. "Why... Didn't ya' ever tell anyone? Yer not just some doll they can throw off to tha' sahde like that. Tha's not right. N'sides... Yer an amazin' pony with more skill than ya' credit yerself fer." Derpy sobbed silently, her hues fixated on the floor. Applejack looked at the crying pony, then sighed. She trotted over and sat beside her, hugging the pony tightly. "We'll pull ya' through this, sugarcube. Ah swear it." Derpy muffled herself in Applejack's shoulder. The two sat in that position for a long length of time, Applejack simply sitting there with her green hues shut. Applejack gave a deep exhale after some time, then began to lightly move the grey pegasus. As she stood, she had noticed the pegasus cried herself to sleep on the Earth pony's shoulder. "Hm... Adorable, she'll be fahne." Applejack smiled lightly at the peaceful sight. As she turned to walk out, Derpy lifted her head lightly, giving the Earth pony a smile. Applejack flashed her a smile, similar to Derpy's. "Thank you, AJ... You've made me a happy pegasus." Applejack nodded softly, before walking out of the house. Outside, Applejack gave off a light sigh, letting a few tears free to streak her muzzle. -Three Hours Later- Derpy slowly sat up, before taking a moment to rub her hues. After she opened them, she cowered back in fear. Her house was on fire! Somepony started a flame upon her home. Derpy's hues began to swell up, quickly bursting with tears as she cuddled against the backstabbing corner of the couch that kept her from being safe. The flames licked and swallowed at anything within five feet of her, frightening her immensely. "What... What happened to of caused this...?!" Soon, she heard the soothing accent of Applejack and her brother, Big Macintosh. "Quick! Go fetch sum water! Git sum other ponies ta' bring more with ya' ! Ah'll get her outta' that mess!" Suddenly, a loud crash came from in the house. Inside, a piece of roof had collapsed. Derpy saw a hole she could get out of and she proceeded to jump up and dart out of the hole, flying from the site in fear. Applejack, unknowning of her escape, busted the door down. As she ran in, she noticed the blanket Derpy slept under laying in the floor. Torching. Soon, the other ponies came back with more water. After putting out the fire, they found her no where, then they noticed the hole. "That darn pegasus! She scared tha' livin' Hell outta' me!" Applejack then cringed, falling over on the singed ground. She winced and laid her hooves on her left front knee. "We'll take you to the hospital!" Some of the worker ponies said, before they picked up the orange Earth pony and galloped off. -The Next Day- "Applejack. Wake up, Applejack. You have visitors." Applejack's hues slowly slipped open, the colors meshing together for a moment before everything split back to it's original state. "Whut.. In tarnation..?" From the left to the right, all five of her friends stood over her, all with an expression of concern. She could see, further back from them all was Derpy. She was sitting in a chair in the waiting room, holding her visage in her hooves, as she'd see many times before. Derpy's wings looked as if they'd been a bit singed, as well as a few other patches of her hair. She'd stare at Derpy for some time, before looking back to all of her closest friends. They stood in order from Twilight, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and finally Rarity. As her hues travelled repeatedly across her friends, she thought for a moment. After a few minutes, she shook her head, before sitting up and smiling weakly at her friends. "Howdy girls..." "Are you alright, Applejack?" Twilight. "Oh.. Um.. How badly does it hurt..?" Fluttershy. "You're tough, come on! You'll be fine in no time!" Rainbow Dash, being as stubborn as always, hid her worry. "You're okay, right? Please be okay, please, please, please!" Pinkie Pie. "My, oh my... Of all the- Well, it's not appropriate for that... But I do hope you're fine, dear." Rarity. As all the girls continued to express their questions and comments, Applejack mainly focused on one Pegasus. Derpy Hooves. Keeping a constant stare towards the grey Pegasus, she only managed to give a small sigh. "Derpy... Come here, sugarcube." All of Applejack's friends froze and stopped speaking, all of them turning and stepping away for Derpy to come to the orange pony. As Derpy looked up slowly, her hues were barely even noticable as yellow. She'd been crying for so long, her eyes were tainted with red. They also looked bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept ever since. As she slowly stepped to Applejack, her lower lip quivered, like she was ready to break into another fit of tears. "Y-Yes... AJ...?" Her voice was hoarse and scratchy. "Ah'm glad yer alright, sugarcube... Ya'll had me worried... Ah see yer managin'... Well, about as well as me..." Applejack would give off a fake laugh, before looking down at the bedsheets she lay under. Derpy was unable to do anything but stand there, her head hung low, her yellow mane a mangled mess with blotches of black mixed in. Applejack laid a hoof on the Pegasus' shoulder, looking dead serious at her. Derpy slowly flickered her hues to her, nibbling her lip nervously. "Ah'm sorry... Ah should come clean with ya'll..." All the ponies looked at Applejack with a confused face. Derpy, out of them all, was the most confused. "Ah've been hidin' a dark secret from ya'll for a while... Ah think it's time ya'll got to findin' out." Everypony leaned in close, keeping a close ear to the Earth pony. "Everehpony... Ah was the one who arsoned Derpy..." It was silent in the room. No one made even a simple hoof tap. If it was possible to break something that already shattered, Applejack had done it. Derpy had seemed like she was cracked before, but she was absolutely broken. Ripped into so many pieces, she couldn't even stand. Her falling was the only sound that rung out in the quiet hospital room. One by one, the ponies began to look to Applejack, looks of curiosity, confusion, and even doubt. Applejack kept her line of vision aimed at the sheet over her, her green hues slamming shut. Fluttershy silently slipped over to Derpy after some time. She would latch on to the broken pegasus, keeping her in a tight grasp and whispering softly to her, like she would her animals. Derpy only nuzzled into her and remained silent. Emotionless. "Everehpony... Ah'm... Goin' to leave Ponyville for a while. Ah've caused enough trouble fer ya'll. Ah've got a place ah can go to. Don't none of ya'll plan to come after me, neither." Silence. Nopony had anything to respond to that. Most of them just looked to the ground. Even Rainbow Dash had given up the stubborn act and allowed a few tears to slip down her muzzle. "Ah'm goin' ta' get a few more hours of sleep... Then ah'm leavin'. First thing tamorrow." Nopony said good-bye. Nopony said good luck. Get well. Or anything. Everypony just began to quietly shuffle out the door, except for Derpy. Fluttershy had to help her out, since she had lost so much will, she couldn't even move. Applejack rolled herself over. She closed her green hues. Then she fell into a calm slumber. Chapter Five Currently in production. It'll be up soon.
  2. Ok, so some of you may have noticed that LRP has kidnapped Feld0. We cannot let this happen. I have a plan, but it will only work if I recruit enough ponies. Reply if you're willing to join. I guarantee you a either a medal, a bodybag, or both.
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    Favorite Scene

    What is everyone's favorite scene(s) from an episode? My personal favorites are the Bear-Killer Fluttershy and the clip of wub woo Rainbow Dash ("So awesome")
  4. So i got to thinking what if Rarity wasn't into gem hunting for her dresses, what if she was a geek who loved collecting Rare collectibles? Some names in Equestria are too broad, what other names can you think of that can have more than one cutie mark, and what do you think it might look like?
  5. I am now practicing Rarity a few sketches for a next "grand wallpaper" project of mine so I'll post my creme de la creme of that into this thread :3 First one: Second one!
  6. Since you guys liked the Scootaloo I drew earlier.http://mlpforums.com...ew-a-scootaloo/ I decided I should start drawing more often. I'm going to draw one pony a night and post them here. If that's okay with you guys... So here is the one I drew tonight. Please critique my work. I know there are flaws somewhere... EDIT: I can't make my pictures larger because I take them with my PSP camera, sorry.
  7. done by : master chief, Reemus Amantius and lord scootaloo
  8. Hey everypony, what's up? I've been a fan of LP's and LPers for sometime now and I think it's about time I give back to the LPing community. I'm planning on making a Pokemon Yellow Let's Play, but I recently had an idea to make it "20% cooler." Take ponies, and put them in the game. No, I don't mean Ponymon or anything, I just mean the style of play and commentary would be Pony oriented. Of course I could always just do a normal walkthrough, but where's the fun in that? I made this poll just to see how many people would be interested in watching this style of LP. The more people that are interested will determine not only the fate of this LP, but of all my future LP's! I'm always going to include ponies in my videos, this poll is just here to determine the frequency and intensity with which they will appear. This will be my first LP and I can't wait to get started, be sure to check it out! I'll be uploading the videos starting in about two weeks, so head on over to my YouTube channel and stay tuned! (Currently, there is no content uploaded on my YouTube channel, but that is obviously going to change )
  9. I've had a bit of spare time on my hands lately, so I decided to have a shot at drawing Rarity. This was originally going to be a speed-paint of sorts, however I didn't have enough time to draw the entire image in one sitting, so instead I just put this together in sections, adding details whenever I found a moment to spare. All up it took me around two and a half hours give or take, using Photoshop and a laptop touchpad. It took me a couple of shots to get her mane right, and there's a few shading issues here and there, but overall I'm happy with how it turned out. Any constructive criticisms, pedantic or otherwise, would be appreciated.
  10. Hey everypony I haven't uploaded anything in a long time so here's a quick drawing of Rarity and Spike I quickly drew :3 They're the cutest couple evar It was done quite quickly but give your opinion please XD
  11. My inspiration to someone at Deviantart. I was totally in the zone for this one. What do you think?
  12. Well, I have noticed this a few times in past episodes, but non as apparent as the latest episode. She acts like a princess in reality would. She doesn't tend to help the common pony that much. Makes show appearances and has favorites. In most cartoons like this (don't get me wrong I admire it's difference) she would have helped the butler carrying Rarity's bags. But instead she just walks off and chuckles. She also does that at the Grand Galloping Galla, and again at the sweet shop. I don't think she is as kind to her subjects as other princesses from kids shows I have seen. Thoughts or input? Perhaps a counter argument?
  13. (Why do my music playlists always have to be so when I do something like this?) In my apprehension to contribute to the My Little Pony fandom textually, somehow I've managed to type out a fan-fiction, much to my surprise. The Fiction itself is a cross-over with Half-Life 2 (taking place after the events of HL2 Episode 1 and perhaps Episode 2) and directly it doesn't have much to do with the show itself. The main character is an everyman male Human Resistance member who has taken part in the Uprising against the Combine, who has not crossed paths with the main character of Half-Life, Gordon Freeman. God willing the last thing I want to be afraid of is a bunch of teenagers who like shows aimed at little girls, so I'm going to post it somewhere for all to see. Additionally, the title is only something I came up with for the purpose of this thread, for the entire time the fiction has been on my computer, I never gave the story a name. Thus since this whole thread is comments & criticism, the title is also open to that as well. Enjoy~ _____________________________________________________ Dear Princess Celestia: I guess the best place to start would be at the beginning. Sheesh, I’m writing a letter to a toy and the Captain said I must be going crazy. He’s probably right. I remember being a little kid, probably about eight or so, and my little sister, who would watch My Little Pony on TV. I didn’t much care for it, especially whenever Mythbusters was on. I remember watching some of it some time and thinking it wasn’t all so bad, but most of the time I couldn’t care less. But I do remember Christmas that year. I got her You, and a Rarity figurine. -Rarity because she would tell us alot about Rarity being better than the other ponies, and You, because I hoped that someday Rarity would learn from Celestia how to not be such an egotistic- well, there’s my Big Mac talking. Must have been the water though, I don’t remember exactly how or when it was, the day we had to leave. Mom and Dad told us only to bring the things we’d need for a very simple camping trip. I hadn’t heard about them planning any camping trip at the time. Thinking back, they were very protective, shutting of radios and TVs whenever we went someplace. Everyone when we left seemed so frantic, but we managed to get on the highway before most other people, and managed to get out of the city. But then to stay informed, Dad had no choice but to turn on the car stereo, and that’s when I heard the words that have haunted my life ever since. The “Seven-Hour War”. Again my memory goes fuzzy, but instead of being a few months, the thoughts go hazy for a few years. The most vivid memory I can recall is being dragged away by two men whom I think were Dad’s friends, while Dad was being beaten by two Metrocops. In that, I also think I recall that Mom and Sis were gone and I missed them. There is no doubt in my mind now that all three are dead or worse, some forsaken place far from here. I kept you, my Dear Princess, in memory of them, but especially in memory of my sister. Especially in spite of the fact that I’ve forgotten my sister’s name. Living in City 17 has taught me a great many things. But more than that City life ever taught me, you taught me, Celestia. As much as getting street smarts amongst the citizens around the city really saved my life more than once, it dulled my humanity to be simply getting up in the morning, walking slowly to an office building, staring at a wall for a few hours, grabbing a sack of food on the way home and going to sleep. But I could never sleep. Not without You, that is. For as many days as I can remember, I would go up into the rafters of the apartment block and play with You and- well, by that point Rarity had seen her fair share of love from my Sister, her eyes being entirely worn off, horn ground down to a bump and hair lost its curl and color to the weathering of wind, time and sun. Dad and Mom taught me a great many things about life, probably more than any kids at school did, or the teachers. These lessons they taught me started to weave and mingle with some werid- maybe magical is the right word- feelings and memories I had of the show, and I started playing pretend. I would pretend I was a little Unicorn colt named “Morning Ray”. A scrawny, wimp of a little pony who looking back, very much wanted to be friends with people. Studiously wanted to be friends. Desperate, maybe even. Obviously in the world in and of Civil Protection, citizens would have none of that. Playing with these two little horse toys taught me a lot. More than I would have thought possible, and that’s because I suppose I got lots of the traits of my Mom and mindsets of my Dad into You. One distinct lesson I recall that came from these play sessions was the moral in the end “Never stop learning”. I don’t remember if that was something my Dad taught me to do, or an actual moral from the show. Usually I’d always go into a little adventure with exploring a cave to find a missing filly or trying to fight off some kind of big scary monster to save somepony, and you’d always be there to save my sorry butt every time I made a mistake. And when I’d got myself into some kind of big social mess with other ponies, you’d restart my self-confidence and re-commit my willingness to not give up and to stay on track. Heh. I remember that time that I prety much fell in love with you, Princess, and Ray tried to bashfully date you on a few occasions. A crush if anything. In those brief events I think I saved myself a lot of pain and stupid moments by pretty quickly realizing the complexity and rationality behind women through you, instead of saying something stupid and awkward to some girls in the apartment block. Ray would ask a question, and Celestia would answer. He’d do something and she would react, each with their personality and mindset that was proper and entirely like the personality I gave them, and how they thought. I never realized I was actually really smart and kind of witty, recalling things Celestia said from my mouth. And likewise, how pretty wonky and downright dim Ray could be. Well, at least he was patient and wise enough to know that he wanted to be a gentleman, and intended to get there though more patience and wisdom. I don’t know anymore if that’s a boastful thing to say of my pretend-self. Whenever Ray would make a rude response, Celestia would be polite, or perhaps frank, but never cold. And the fact remains, I did learn a lot about girls just through you, Princess. Just through pretending to interact and having some part of my brain reason using this imagined personality as opposed to some kind of assumption of what girls were like. I never meant it to occur, but it can’t be thought of without its irony that an object of my affection taught me how one might have affection for women without them being objects. Always learning, ha ha. As much as life seemed to suck, it was entirely weird to everyone who knew me why I was so chipper, despite the death and darkness that surrounded everyday life. April was the one who first found out about my secret hobby in the attic. She probably thought I was doing something of a... personal nature. In a way, wording it like that is right. It came as total surprise to us both to find a young man and a young woman, looking at each other over the distance of a few feet, one standing from the stairset and the other laying down spread over two joists and holding two plastic ponies as if they were walking side by side. That night was an interesting one, but I am very grateful she was so understanding and patient with my explanation. She tried to convince me it was some form of dealing with the reailty of the world and trying to escape from it. Now I see that most definitively it was. It can’t be denied that I developed as a man because of it, and without it I would have been a very different man, but how dare anyone actually say it was fundamentally bad or wrong? I defended my hobby very sternly in the angle of being in memory of my family. In a way of sorts, I suppose that night was a big test for everything I had taught myself about how to think and act to people. I couldn’t say it wasn’t fair for that ‘test’ to take the form of someone wanting me to part ways with my ‘educator’ in order to ‘pass’, without being one-sided. But regardless of what paths life takes us on, I see now that good always comes out of our choices if good is what we seek. Usually though, not quickly, nor painlessly. The next morning after that, we got word that Nova Prospekt had been blown up and that Gordon Freeman had returned. I had heard rumours about this Black Mesa guy and how he was supposed to save the world, but it never struck me as a realistic idea to have hopes resting on one man. Street smarts somehow quickly translated into fighting skills when push came to shove, surviving against the Combine and retreating out of the city. For eight days, my life became a blur or running, hiding, shooting, walking, glancing out from behind corners, shoving someone out of the way to avoid getting exploded, sleeping when I could and somehow managing to lose Morning Ray- or rather, what was left of Rarity. That was a few weeks ago. I don’t kick myself over it, nor do I mourn. I treasure what moments I had, and dwell on that feeling, instead of hating the future of what could have been vs. what is. I suppose in a weird way it was symbolic of my old young self dying and bringing about my smarter, more mature self. I still was learning new things though; how to demolish a bridge, how to blow up an armoured vehicle, what to do when you find zombies, things like that. The odd part is, as practical and purposeful these skills are, they're still tiny in comparison to what I learned about friendship. Indeed the single most important tool we have in the group of rebels I’m part of, is teamwork. More valuable than any bullet, any hammer, or any one hand. Together they and I have destroyed striders, buried enclaves, destroyed a fortress and wrecked a train, and they’re all colourful and fantastic stories that someday we’ll talk about to each other, to friends, maybe wives and children. But in the moment I think there’s far more importance between the guy that knows that there’s a God and the guy that knows there is no God don’t mistrust each other, or those other two fellows that are at each other’s throats because of some old flame long gone, can extinguish their anger and come to terms with what they know and love about life, and move on. It never struck me I was good at this, until I started getting praise for being able to tie the rag-tag band of jerks that we were, together. The God-fearing guy very seriously thought I also believed in God. I hadn’t really thought about that. I’ll have to think about that some more. I had been called a hopeless optimist before, but that didn't sound right, nor sit well with me, what with all the evil still in the world. Somehow I preferred “Pony-Boy”. All I know is that when this is all over, and those smart people at the base start having to set up the world all over again, they’ll be able to fit together the house of cards made of things like food provision, religious freedom, social stability in the face of aliens, law-making and justice, with glue, if the mindset is Friendship, not just Citizenship. Love, not just Order. Here I lie with wounds in my shoulder and leg as they carry me back to the nearest base. They all know how inept I am when it comes to a firearm, ignorance when it comes to planning, blindness when it comes to tactics, and depth when it comes to looking inside yourself, and thinking about how you think. I think they all love me because I love them, as brothers do. I never had brothers until a few weeks ago, and it’s wonderful. They don’t just leave me behind because I’m good company they say, and they're quite clear in telling me that someday I’ll be a great father. I don’t know about that, I still have a lot to learn about being a husband first, and there are steps to take before I even get there. -Celestia-willing. I’ve got really nothing to do as they carry me. Try to figure out the broken pieces of my younger memories, talk, write or read when I can. (Still is crazy to me where this writing idea has come from.) I’ve never come to completely realize how much You’ve influenced my life, Princess. A journal would have been more orderly, but whoever says to themselves that their mind is a simple and organized place is either a fool whose mind is as simple as he says, or hasn’t delved deep enough into it. This letter as odd as it may be, serves truer a purpose I think, than any story would have- although some time I may have to recollect one of our adventures. Thankfully mail travel time for something like this consists of stuffing the finished piece into my backpack where you reside. I still make a point of the truth that (wherever it came from) rings brighter than almost any other advice I’ve ever heard or given myself, to never stop learning. Writing this letter has taught me a lot about myself, and I don’t intend to stop soon. Thank you for everything, Princess. Your faithful student Raymond Markus
  14. I am creating an animation to the song Art of the Dress . In the animation however; Pokemon will be singing the song in place of our beloved ponies. I am stumped on which Pokemon would best represent each of the Mane Six . I think Rarity would be best played by Delcatty and Pinkie Pie as Jigglypuff. I need suggestions for the others, or if you have a better idea for Rarity and Pinkie Pie that would be helpful too!! Thanks
  15. A friend of mine recently bought a FiM coloring book and came across a page with Rarity on it. However there is something on Rarity's hair, however no one in our group of bronies had any idea what it was in her hair. So everypony, what do you think it is?
  16. Well... It's hard enough for my parents to believe that watching ponies DOESN'T affect my sexual orientation; and it's nearly impossible for them to even consider me purchasing (or having other people purchase for me) the merchandise for the show. So my only option is to hit the shops after school (possibly with my baby sister if people get suspicious...I'm not too open with brony-ism yet.) I want to get some of the blind bags--hoping for Rarity or Rainbow Dash (and when they're out) Lyra Heartstrings and Big Macintosh. Getting to the shop and locating the toys are the easy parts. My problem is my own skepticism if they are really worth it. They are just plastic figurines, and despite their epicness, shouldn't be more than a few bucks each blind bag. Because when it comes down to it, they are plastic and paint. Although, from what I've seen of them, the toys seem pretty durable (unlike previous generations of MLP toys.) But I know as well as you that anything based of any show gets it's price applejacked up to heights unbearable. Normally this wouldn't be a problem; I could normally just Google the toys and find the price in any of my local stores. However, no matter how I rephrase "My Little Pony Friendship is Magic Blind Bags Price" (removing/adding words, abbreviating mlpfiim, changing phrases, etc.) I still can't find the price! Sure I get the review videos and tutorial videos on finding the one you want... BUT I CAN'T FIND THE PRICE! I make burnt offerings to Google, I want my results! If any of you have gotten the blind bags, how much are they? And do you think the prices given are fair?