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  1. I am currently trying to get and refine ideas for my stories, as a budding author, but I'm gonna need your help. Can I find any websites where I share my story-related ideas, however long, and discuss them with other writers (instead of spending forum posts where not many people are willing to even listen ... ) ?
  2. Rules: This is a story game. YOU decide what happens next. Each poster posts 1 paragraph. No double posting allowed. Editing for typo errors is allowed. Keep it within the universe of the story. Here goes! --- "Once upon a time, Captain Neckbeard and the crew of the Cellar Weasel plundered cities and towns throughout the disasterous nineteen seas, buryin' treasures here and there for. He made landfall on a tropical island, rumoured to be the 'Island of the Bronies', a dreadful army of horse riders and pillaging corsairs, worse than the galleon known as the Mushroon Troll. He and some of his hairy buccaneers walked up a port, confronted by two fair-faced guards wearing cold Tartar armour, drawing scimitars at the pirates' necks. 'Stop right dere, pirate,' one boomed in a rough accent of the steppe dweller, 'vat brought you and your voul krew khere?' The Captain replied, 'To take from you that golden booty known as "The Unicorn's Cane"' He and the two rascals with him drew their swords to fight their confronters ... "
  3. So, as some of you know, I've been writing a story called 'Twotlet' (on my deviantart page) and I decided to test out my photoshop skillz by making some art for chapter two, (obviously I will make more for later chapters) and i just wanted to know what you think. If you havent read up to the second chapter (shame on you) and you dont intend to, the twilight that is close to the viewer is twilight's doppelganger, 'Twotlet.' the other ponies just discovered that it isnt twilight, but a doppelganger.
  4. WARNING: MENTION OF GORE, AND POSSIBLY THE KILLINGS OF YOUR FAVORITE TROLL/PONY (note these are the alpha-trolls) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Oh dear.........this is hard to explain..... ok! lets put it this way I just recently finished watching pewdiepies play-through of "Corpse party" and I automatically thought of....homestuck...dunno why But~ I wanna turn it into a story....based on the game (anime?) buuttttt this will be a hard decision...sense only 9 people get trapped and their is 12 trolls (not counting the humans) so~ What I was thinking 3 trolls and the humans refuse to do the charm, which leaves 9 trolls all together let me put a list Trolls/humans that stay behind Meenah Horrus Aranea Jane Roxy Jake Dirk Trolls who do the charm Kankri Mituna Rufioh porrim Muelin Damara kurloz latula cronus and sense 4 die in this story this will be hard because I hate killing any type of canon character Kankri-Hung by cronus (yus...) Porrim-Thrown down the hall and splattered on the wall by ghost children (hehehe I love gore) Latula-Falls into the floor after it caves in, saves Mituna in the process. Muelin-Goes insane after realizing porrims remains are the ones on the wall (yus) I shall let that sink in for a moment..... My work here is done~ (im still debating on wither or not I should make the humans the ghost children, but that would make no sense) However, Im still debating on wither or not ill mix corpse party will all other sorts of fandoms like MLP (MLP is actually one of my ideas, I just haven't made a list of who dies and who does *evil face) BIG NOTE: BASED ON THE WAY PEWDIEPIE HAS PLAYED THE GAME, SO IF THE CHARACTER DOESNT ACTUALLY DIE, WELL LETS JUST SAY THEY DID IN THIS VERSION
  5. When I was just a child, I had a special skill to make friends with almost anyone I met. People enjoyed speaking with me, and getting to know me better, I was like a "friendship magnet". Upon my middle and high school years, I lost this ability. I became shy, nervous, and I easily made bad first impressions, and lost friends as the days went by. Eventually, I found myself alone, not a friend in the world to run to. I was sad, scared, and friendless. This eventually turned the shining personality I had inside out, no longer was I good at making friends, but good at losing them. Girls never really spoke with me, people would laugh and mock me, and the awkward days of the beginning of school only made this worse. Friends reuniting, and I would just stand in a corner simply twitteling my thumbs. Things got so bad, I would skip lunch and go to the library every day just to feel relaxed. When I would get kicked out of the library for going too much, I would just go and sit in the restrooms, it was a miserable time. I fell into a deep depression from all of this. Imagine the complete opposite of how I am now, that's who I was. A smile was the rarest thing to see on my face. As all students, I eventually graduated high school. Not surprising, but I had no friends to celebrate with when walking across that stage to take my diploma. At the end, the hats would fly and as they fell, I was walking across the football field, ready to go home and start the boring adult life I live in now. The internet is just about the only place I can find friends at this point. During one of my daily Yahoo! News checks, I seen something about "Bronies". To this day, the article's topic remains blurred in my mind. Whatever it was, it gained my curiousity enough to do some research on these Bronies. After I found out it was grown men liking My Little Pony, it made me curious as well as disturbed. I wondered what made these people tick? But, I had a past with watching "girly" shows like Powerpuff Girls, so I thought I would give it a shot, just to see what I could find in My Little Pony. I actually resisted watching the show a few times at first, but eventually gave in and fell in love with the Mane 6. First, it was Applejack, the southern sweetheart. Eventually, it went through them all (except Rainbow Dash). Around the time of Equestria Girls, the lack of MLP between the Season 3 finale and the movie was torturing. I actually came an inch close to losing my Brony faith. I never really considered any of who I had picked before to be my literal favorites, but a phase where I would just switch out every few days. I told myself that Equestria Girls was my last shot. If this movie didn't revive my faith in MLP, I would probably lose it for good. By the way, during this time, Twilight Sparkle was my pending favorite, as I wasn't sure if I wanted her to be my favorite yet. After Twilight becoming a princess, it only pushed me closer to discovering my guardian angel waifu. When I seen the movie, there was something about "Helping Twilight Sparkle Win the Crown" that completely woke my faded Brony side. I was filled with all the rainbows and magic my body could hold. After viewing the movie, I felt as a dead battery being completely recharged. I had never been into MLP more than that particular moment. Something inside me changed from seeing that movie, along with Magical Mystery Cure. It was the moment every Brony experiences sooner or later, the real choosing of your favorite pony. While it may not seem as big of a deal as I'm making it, this choice completely changed me inside and out. I've always said that you don't choose your favorite pony, but they choose you. And this was the feeling you get that I was referring to. With this event of Twilight Sparkle becoming such a big part of my life, my personality finally bloomed. I was happy, energetic, eager to make new friends and turn frowns upside down. Sure it sounds nothing short from Pinkie Pie, but it was the friendship inside that made these feelings possible. I could finally make friends again, make people smile, and they were rewards of their own. I've been asked from time to time if I truly believe in magic, which just happened to ironically be Twilight's Element of Harmony, while also meaning Friendship. As to magic being a real thing, I most certainly believe in it. But not from the view of making things levitate and being able to bend the will of reality itself, I truly believe that magic itself is the feeling you get inside when you make a new friend. The happy, giddy feeling you get that can't do anything but make you smile! I couldn't have learned anything about this, the true magic of friendship, without the help of Twilight Sparkle. Because of this wonderful pony, I've discovered who I am on the inside, who I really am. Not set down by the sterotypes my parents have nailed to my forehead, but who my heart wants me to be. Who am I? This is me. A year had passed, and the feeling of my Brony side had once again, begin to feel a fading feeling. I was worried about this, I loved being a Brony, I loved My Little Pony (still do!), I didn't want this magic inside to end. After a long day of stressing over such a thing, I had finally passed out from exaustion. Something magical happened that night. A dream that had seemed half reality and half imagination, I found myself awake, on my back, in bed, staring down my chest. I seen a small light appear above my stomach. Can you guess whom it was? Twilight Sparkle, of course. At this point, I knew I was dreaming, but I decided to see what would carry out from this "dream" I was experiencing. Once Twily appeared from the center of the light (she was about the size of my fist, maybe doubled), she slowly landed on my chest and folded her wings back. I played along with this dream and asked her what she was doing here. Twilight sat down and looked me in the eyes, and told me she knew what was going on, why I was so worried and stressed. She knew what she had caused, and why I didn't want it to leave. She calmly told me that it was okay to feel this way, these kinds of things happen to everyone, let it flow naturally. Don't force myself to be something I can't have a passion for. I told her how much I didn't want it to end, I remember a tear rolling down my cheek, I loved Twilight, I told her. She told me that she felt the same, and that no matter what happens, she would always be in my heart. There with me through thick and thin, Brony or not, Twilight would always be with me, because she loved me too. I remember as she said so, she began to fly away and fade into the same light she appeared in. I remember the struggle of lifting my arm, due to being asleep and unable to move, by the time by arm was up, I was awake, and Twilight was gone. All this stress had passed, I felt relieved. I layed back down and rolled over, saying "Thank you, Twily", and dosed back off to sleep. At this moment I knew that Twilight was just more than my favorite pony. She was my teacher, my friend, my guardian angel.
  6. If anyone want's to write a story or fan fiction with me ask me. This would be fun,I make sure to credit you if you write in a fan fiction and story with me also the fan fiction or story that you write with me includes a chat like this: User: Welcome to my story/fan fiction were inviting people and writers to chat with us. Feel free to ask me to add you into the chat and I can add the story or fan fiction part's that you help write with me.
  7. On one hand, you will become famous or infamous. On the other hand, they will ruin your interpretation of your story. If this is not worse enough, they can take your franchise away and ruin it, like how Disney did to Star Wars. What do you think?
  8. This is a forum game. You should play it. You get one sentence per post. It can be absolutely anything (Within forum rules of course). Now go write something. I have better things to do right now. Said the person making a forum game. It was a dark and stormy night...
  9. Hey Everypony I had an idea called complete the story-- First i will start off the story and then you ponies can add on to it... Birds tweeting, the sun shining , and every pony was going about their day like normal. Except for me NerdyCupcakeunicorn, I decided to catch up on my anime and read my mangas. Knock Knock Hey Nerdy(called for short) "Everypony is going to the park for a picnic Are you coming." it was......
  10. Hello everybody, I'm curious to know if this looks correct. I'm working on fan fiction writing, and I want to know if the way I organize my paragraphs and dialogue is right. Here's a sample of something I've written. Let me know how I can improve my writing style. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "C'mon Twilight. Hurry up!" Spike pleads. "I'm going as fast as I can Spike. I just need to organize my saddlebag quickly," Twilight says while double checking her list. Spike taps his foot repeatedly on the floor, waiting for Twilight for what seems like hours. He wants to be the first to the 'Annual Apple Acre Fair'. Each year the Apple family organizes games and rides to raise money for new equipment for the farm. It only occurs one day a year because the rareness of the occasion draws everypony to it. Spike has been to many fairs, but never this one since him and Twilight moved in soon after the last one. This led to many hours of Apple Jack answering his seemingly neverending list of questions about the ones he's missed. He's waited for the day he could go to one ever since he's heard of it. Twilight walks in as Spike is in trance, thinking of the event he's still waiting to go to. "Okay Spike, I'm ready." "Great! Let's go!" he shouts as he bolts out the door. "Wait for me!" Twilight shouts to him, though he's gotten too far to hear. Twilight starts on her way to Sweet Apple Acres when she finds Fluttershy on the same route. "Hi Fluttershy," Twilight says as she trots closer to Fluttershy. "Oh, hi Twilight. Are you going to the fair too?" "Yes, this will be my first time." "I've only gone one other time, and it was a lot of fun. Is Spike going?" "He's probably already there." Twilight develops a nervous look on her face. "Is something wrong?" Fluttershy asks. "No, it's nothing." "Are you sure?" "Yes, everything is alright...I hope." Fluttershy is concerned about what's bothering Twilight, but decides to drop it to avoid sounding nosy. They arrive at Sweet Apple Acres where the fair has already started. Fillies and colts are riding rides and Spike is found just where Twilight predicted, at a game. She has explained to him over and over that these games are pointless and can't be won, but he's always too concerned with his goal of winning to listen to her. She's seen him get addicted at times, which worries her. She wants to make sure he doesn't go too crazy over the games, and also wishes she could save all the bits he wastes on them. Twilight goes over to Spike as he is trying to knock down bottles with baseballs. "Hey Spike," Twilight says, but with no response. "Spike?" Once again, no answer. "Spike!" Spike jumps out of shock, "Ah! Oh, hey Twilight." "How many games have you played so far?" "Three." "Really? Wow Spike, I'm surprised," Twilight says happily. "Yeah, I played each ten times before moving to the next," Spike said disappointed as he recalled his failures. Twilight can't believe what she's hearing. She begins calculating how much money he spent in her head but stops as it passes fifty bits, as she was too mad to continue. He's played many games before, but never this many. She doesn't know what has gotten into him, but she does know she's going to stop him before he spends another bit. "Spike, That's way too many games! Do you realize how much money that costs?" Twilight yells, "Come Spike, we're going home." "I can't! I need this prize over here," Spike says as he pointed to a large stuffed gem. "I'm sorry Spike, but you can't keep doing this. We've talked about this before. Now let's go." "But..." Spike begins. "Now!" "Fine!" Spike shouts as he is forced to leave the fair. Twilight takes Spike home and reluctantly sends him to his room. She doesn't like punishing him, but she needs to so he can learn his lesson. Spike gets bored fast since the only things he can do in his room are sit quietly or read a book, both of which he finds boring. He can't stop himself from thinking of the fair, more specifically the prizes he wanted to win so badly. The more he envisions them, the more he wants them, the more he feels he needs them. Spike comes to a very risky decision, he's going to sneak out and go back to the fair.
  11. After reading this thread, I had an idea. Today we make history. Today... we will write the single most repulsive, agonizing, grotesque, other-synonyms-for-terrible MLP:FiM fanfiction the world has ever seen. __________ This is how it's going to go down: The next person to post will choose a title and begin the story, and each one following will add, little by little, to the narrative. Illustrations are also gladly accepted! I will be the one who decides when our masterpiece is finished. __________ RULES: 1. No intentional spelling/punctuation errors. This fanfiction will be terrible only because of its content and structure. (This means run-on sentences, fragments, weird paragraph breaks, etc. are still okay!) 2. No Rule 34. 3. No extreme violence or gore. 4. Contribute at least a sentence! This isn't supposed to be a five-words-per-post story! 5. Contribute no more than a paragraph! This isn't your work, this is our work! The rest, I leave to you. Just remember to pick a good title, first poster. No pressure, though. Though if you feel pressure, try to hold on to that feeling, as that's the proper response to being told that what you're about to write will go down in history.
  12. I did a reading, in character as Discord, doing a narrative. Its a comedy, and i will be doing the sequel as well soon. The link to the original story is in the description.
  13. *Note: This is an old story that I have worked on in the past. I have not completed it, but I am going to put the completed chapters on here, one-by-one. It has a weird name for something that does not directly involve two companies, but it is an interesting story. Also the story is told through the perspective of a 14 (turned 15 later on in the story) year old boy*. Prologue: A helicopter flies away from the White House and the pilot's radio starts to pour out static followed by a man speaking, "An unknown source of technology has been found in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The President wants the technology to be kept under safe keeping and tight security. The Fleet has lost a few ships, and we have lost over a thousand men already. The Ellis children and friends need to be kept in Trinity until further notice". Chapter 1: The Encounter Pineville, Massachusetts, United States: I am Hunter Ellis, I am 14 years old. I live in Pineville, Massachusetts with my stepmother and stepfather Mr. and Mrs. Valentine and stepsister Brianna, who likes being called "Breezy". Breezy is very smart and is a "take charge" kind of person, she makes straight A's in school and is very strict and organized, though she stresses out when there is too much to handle on her own. My stepparents are bakers and they are mainly known for their famous Special Delight Cakes that they make every now and then. They are really nice to me and everyone else that they meet during their work hours. I live with them in a three story house in the middle of Pineville, which is surrounded by woods and some swamps. The population of Pineville is 358 people and for some unknown reason, the animal population of the town has been increasing dramatically. Animals have never really liked this town. About 5 years ago, the animal population dropped very quickly, and for the past few months the population has boomed to where the populations have gone through the roof. August 25th, 2017: I was walking to school with my twin sister Angie Ellis, whom I have been separated from since we were both 7 years of age, and her very shy friend Sherry Anston. We were all friends and we also loved making new friends at the beginning of every school year. So on our way to school, we stopped by some of the new students and talked with them before we left for the rest of the way to school. Sherry was abused as a younger child by her father, but she was cared for by her mother. Her mother always took a hit for her when she was at home, but stays at work almost all day. Then at the age of 10, her mother passed away because of Cancer and so Sherry was abused even more by her father, who didn't know what to do since her mother died, so he took out his pain and anger on Sherry. Sherry always acted extremely shy around me and would whisper when trying to talk to me. It never really bothered me before because I actually found it to be cute, but I never really told anyone. Last Valentine's Day my parents had gotten very excited that I had gotten a letter from an admirer. I actually thought that it would just be a prank from my friends, but to my surprise it was from Sherry. The only way I could tell was by the handwriting and the small heart at the end of the note. The way they were put onto the note reminded me of how Sherry usually wrote and drew. When we had arrived at Brooklyn High, Sherry had tugged my arm and waited for me to look at her. As I turned my head, I followed her hand as she started to point at something in the distance at the Elementary School. I looked very carefully over at Brooklyn Elementary, and there was a very tall man in a suit standing near the young children. The odd thing was that he was staring at us while trying to hide behind the shade of one of the school's Pine Trees. I asked Angie if she knew the teacher by the tree and she said that she didn't know him at all. Since Angie's stepfather was the principle of Brooklyn Elementary, and each teacher visited her family every time they were free on the weekends, I thought that she would know him. I looked back at the Elementary School and noticed that the man was gone, and the children acted as if nothing happened. I went back to looking at Angie and Sherry, "If you see that man again, do not get near him" I said to them as we walked into the school. Class went on as usual and we had our weekly Friday pop quiz, whoopee for me. Before we took the quiz, Mr. Mobley said that today's quiz was going to be cut short due to a planned fire drill later on in the day. What puzzled me was that it was early in the school day and that fire drills usually happen around the end of the day. After about an hour I finished my test and was surprised that I finished it a lot faster than I originally thought. I handed in my test and told Mr. Mobley that I felt like I rushed through the test, but took some actual thought into my answers. Mr. Mobley looked at my quiz and noticed that at the very bottom of the page, the words "The Tall Man...in the Black Suit, What does it mean?" written in pen. He asked me who exactly I was talking about, so I told him about the tall man from the Elementary School. He told me almost the exact same thing I told Angie and Sherry, "Stay away from that man as long as possible". He stopped me before I could leave the room and finally said "Hunter. Strange disappearances have been happening across Massachusetts. Some witnesses of the children disappearing say that children go missing not long after being seen with a strange, tall man wearing the exact same clothes that the man you described was wearing". I walked away and met up with Angie and Sherry and started telling them what I was told. As I walked Angie and Sherry home, being the caring person that I am, we started to agree that one of us should look up the disappearances on the internet to see if they were true. I told them that since my school work needed me to look up information, I would look up the info on the disappearances while I worked. I was actually excited to use my computer since it was brand new and that my computer had new updates on it. So I walked the rest of the way home all by myself. The woods behind the houses made me feel strange, I felt like something was watching me. I found myself pacing the rest of the way home and when I got inside, I locked the door behind me. There was nothing outside, and yet it felt as if someone was watching me from a distance, watching my every move, waiting for something to take place. I went to my room and shut the door along with my window curtains. My computer was sitting on top of my desk and it was still on from when I last used it.I opened up the browser and started my research on the mysterious disappearances. End of Chapter 1. *Note: I have edited this chapter slightly and will most likely edit the other chapters. This story may not sound interesting at first, but it does try to become more better as the story plays out*.
  14. I’ve never really been touched or wowed by the Lion King. Is it because of the animation? No, that can’t be right. The animation was gorgeous. Was it because of the story? No, while it may have felt like Hamlet for children, it was a good story. Then maybe it was because of the characters? Not at all, the characters were portrayed really well. Music, colour schemes, storyboard, pacing, dialogue? Nope, they were all done brilliantly. So then why? Why didn’t I experience that “wow” at the end? Why was I not touched when I saw Mufasa fall to his death before Simba’s very own eyes? Why was all I could say when the credits rolled a mere ‘eh, it was okay’? I have a theory, and I’d like to know your thoughts. And if others feel the same way. I did not connect to any of it, because the characters were not human. The reason I wasn’t moved or touched by anything was because I couldn’t connect with the characters. Solely because they weren’t human. Despite the characters being human in every single way possible except for their bodies. Because of that, all I could see was “oh no, papa lion got thrown off a cliff by uncle lion and baby lion saw it”. Narrow-minded? Perhaps. Or does it just have to do with preference? Many people tend to feel worse when the infamous scenario “the dog dies” takes place. I personally think it’s sad that the dog dies, but I feel 10 times worse when the human dies, because I understand what it means to be human. To feel emotions, to be able to think, to have a future, to always be aware of life and death. To me, humans both fictional and real work like a mirror. Seeing a human allows me to instantly connect with them. It provides a feeling of unity and understanding. And to see all of that in a (somewhat realistically) drawn animal is downright impossible for me, no matter how good the story may be. Maybe it sounds weird or stupid. Especially coming from a brony whose entire fandom is about enjoying a show with ponies. Why am I capable of adoring FiM despite the characters being ponies? That’s because the way they’re drawn is too far away from realistic ponies. They’ve been altered through a cutesy-cartoonizer and resemble more human aspects more than those of realistic ponies. The big size of their heads, the big eyes, the small snout, etc. That allows me to completely forget that they’re based on real life horses and see them as a whole different kind of creature. Not a pony, but a My Little Pony - a creature on its own. Did that all make sense? Does anyone understand this way of thinking? What are your thoughts on it? I’d love to hear what you guys have to say. And even if you don’t, I’m just glad you took the time to listen. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all have a nice day! /)
  15. I typically think of a lot of stories and topics, but I come on undeveloped and unplanned. Some stories I just WANT to write I just can't get the inspiration for it. So what I need, is a team of writers, who in turn like my ideas, and I like their ideas and basicly we form a little group that publishes (on the internet of course) fan-fictions and original stories. Feel free to PM me about the writers team, or leave a nice post here to help me. Writers team spots (this is just a guideline)Green means We have enough of them, Yellow means we will consider letting you in even if the spot has been taken, Red Means full. Yes you can be in all of them or multiple categories Brain-stormers- In this category, all you have to do is brainstorm topics for upcoming stories. Note: Not all ideas get through, I will choose 4 or 5 people to become 'judges' if your idea gets approved by most of the judges then it moves on. Members- RainMuffin Plot-Character Development- Being apart of this category will get you permissions to come up with plot lines, characters, titles and edit the the same features. Members- RainMuffin Writers- In this category, you come up with the rough draft of the plot line, and/or chapters. You have permission to send the chapter up to the Editors. If you have a problem with a confusing plot line or a undeveloped character, check in with me and I might be able to explain it, If I can't you then have permission to bump it back down to the development stage. Members- RainMuffin Editors- If your GREAT at grammar, this is the category for you. All you have to do here is look through it for spelling errors and such. Members- RainMuffin Have any other categories you want to add in? Check in with me My list of stories in the order of which I want them done-Note: That if you join the group, your idea MIGHT be added to the list! The Heart of a Animal Kidnapped for Romance Lowblood Academy (Fan-fiction) The Royal Ball Untold memories Romance In the wrong world Lost in the wild Titles can and probably will be changed. Any questions on any stories current plot feel free to ask. I have a Skype and a deviant art. KittyStoryWriter is my alternate account for published stories if we choose DA. Skype is Kittywilleatchu, my name should currently be Artistic RainMuffin These stories will be published on a social media site we debate on. The writing and editing will take place on Google drive, after approved in the first 2 categories I will invite writers and editors to the file. I am, also currently, drawing covers for stories, if you want to design a cover for a current story, the story has to be approved in the first 2 categories and in the writing stage. Thank you -RainMuffin
  16. "[R]eality will never measure up to your imagination." –lindsay, an INFP from PersonalityCafe “INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One might say they see life through rose-colored glasses… [they] have the ability to see good in almost anyone or anything. Even for the most unlovable the INFP is wont to have pity… [o]f course, not all of life is rosy, and INFPs are not exempt from the same disappointments and frustrations common to humanity... [they] struggle with the issue of their own ethical perfection, e.g., performance of duty for the greater cause. An INFP...describes the inner conflict as not good versus bad, but on a grand scale, Good vs. Evil.” –INFP Profile on TypeLogic NIGHT SHINE is not, contrary to everything I have ever said or implied on this forum, simply another name for the person that is me. In fact, I often feel guilty using this name which I worked so hard to purify last year for my ordinary human and intellectual activities so long after its original meaning died. This blog also contains the reason that I feel that I no longer have any right to post anything on this forum under the name "Night Shine." No, Night Shine was not a person—he was a dream I had, an alternate persona specifically designed to be superior to the real, tangible person who is me. Last year, I regarded Night Shine as nothing less than my very soul. This blog, which will undoubtedly be very comprehensive as well as very melodramatic due to the melodramatic and complex nature of its subject matter, is aimed at dissecting my mindset from last year when I joined the Brony movement, and why that mindset was incompatible with the Bronies, with the Internet, and with the World itself. If you read this entire post, you just might understand me fully and completely, or at least as much as I do. Several factors made my perspective last year utterly fascinating to study in hindsight: 1) My absolute and unshakable faith in the belief that the Brony movement was the purest group of people on Earth. 2) The extreme willpower with which I radically shifted my mind into questionable thoughts, beliefs, and actions. 3) The degree to which my radical actions and thoughts were justifiable as a method of fighting depression, and the degree to which they were not. 4) My determination to transcend human nature by splitting my personality into multiple separate individuals. 5) How I was able to utilize the Brony movement to justify all of the radically positive and negative shifts to my lifestyle. 6) How my teenage rebellion developed as a form of moral purism. However, as I am retelling events only I remember from my perspective, this article will contain a lot of bias--that is unavoidable. This bias probably will skew the facts in the following ways: 1) Exaggerating the abnormality of the mindset and events in order to make them more interesting. 2) Exaggerating how 'bad' the mindset and events were, because I need to feel like I have learned from this experience and thus am insecure. Introduction: So, let's get started. What the heck does "Nocturnian" mean? I came up with the term in order to describe my mindset last year in April, when it finally came under assault by reality--but I'll get to that later. After thinking over the quintessence of Nocturnianism and considering over a dozen different ways to try and explain it over the past nine months, I have come to the conclusion that the Nocturnian mindset is the mindset of a Myers Briggs personality type which has Introverted Feeling as one of its primary cognitive functions, such as the INFP (for more information on Myers Briggs psychology, read the background information in the section later in this blog post). The opening quote from TypeLogic describes the relevant aspects of the INFP mindset better than anything else I have found in the past year (June 2013 to June 2014). But why "Nocturn-ian"? What does night have to do with any of it? Well, in order to answer that question, let us dive into the beginning of the story: how I used My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and the Brony fandom as a method of radically altering my mindset and lifestyle. Before we dive into that, however, I would like to explain the situation in which I encountered MLP:FiM, as it helps to explain why I treated MLP and the Brony fandom the way that I did. The next blog posts will contain an account of each season chronological order of what happened to my little experiment, when I used a fandom to manipulate my emotions, personality, and lifestyle. Part 1: Death of Minecraft (Spring 2012) Part 2: Nocturnian Revolution (Summer 2012) Part 3: Fall and Rebirth (Fall 2012) Part 4: Heart of Winter (Winter 2012-13) Part 5: Ultimatum (Early Spring 2013) Part 6: End of the Era (Late Spring 2013) Part 7: A New Beginning (Summer 2013) (please note that the entries are currently in an unfinished form.) PREFACE This section will explain any information which will be used as common knowledge throughout the rest of the blog. Information covers Myers Briggs personality typology and the Brony phenomenon. Myers Briggs Typology My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fandom, referred to as the "Brony Phenomenon"
  17. Hey anybody who might see this. If you’re seeing this, I need your help in making an amazing project. This project consists of lots of important things and I need lots of people. Quick List: -Voice Actors -Animators/Artists -Writers -Editors -Musicians (Mostly Orchestrated Music) if you are interested, email me at ryan.vance1998@gmail.com! Reblog this around to help spread the word and help me out!
  18. Without going into much detail, I have already worked enough on a universe to the point where I think I can begin a working on a story based off of it. Problem is that I have no experience in actually writing stories seriously. In general what makes a good story? What are things I should keep in mind when writing stories? Would appreciate help.
  19. Is having my oc be a mental asylum escapee too edgy or deep4thou?
  20. Hello. This is a little thing I want to try out. You see, I have this little ability to make stories up on the fly. SO, I want to give this ability a little practice. Here is where you guys come in. I need you guys to give me a sequence of words, be they genre, nouns, a character(s), and I will make a story synopsis around it. And tell me what you think of it. You can take the story for yourself. I am doing this to also improve my ability to make RP stories as well.
  21. Above the forest, in the sky, there was a strange occurrence. The sun was above like it should be, but only in the right part of the sky, and the moon was towering above, in the right side of the sky, so the right was light and the left was dark. But in the forest it didn't matter. The canopy covered up the sunlight, so it seemed dark as ever in the forest, A white unicorn mare trotted through the darkness quickly and quietly, so quietly that it seemed as though her hooves were not touching the ground. She seemed to know this road, even in the dark, and could navigate in it extremely easily. Around her back a sword was strapped, and she was wearing iron armor, with her black, red streaked mane up in a pony tail. Please, the mare thought as she trotted, be safe. She moved now in a gallop, her red eyes staring ahead, fixed on the darkness before her. The mare's path twisted and turned until the forest broke into a magnificent looking city. It's rooftops seemed to shine golden and waterfalls fell from the rivers on it into a gleaming pool below. Canterlot. The mare swiftly entered without being seen by any guards, and galloped in the alley ways up to a lovely castle. When she seemed close enough, the mare looked out of her secret path. As she had predicted, two guards where positioned at the doors to the palace, staring unblinkingly around. The mare began randomly blasting the alley's wall with her red magic, and the guards began to look around, trying to find the source of the noise. BANG BANG BANG BANG The mare kept shooting, and the wall now had marks on it. The guards looked at each other, then back around. BANG BANG BANG BANG "Who goes there?!" BANG BANG BANG BANG Passerby where now looked around also, but could not find the white mare, as she was still hidden. The wall began to crumble. BANG BANG BANG BANG The guards began to gallop to the mare's hiding place, but she whipped around and raced into the castle doors as watching ponies yelled loudly. She was inside the castle, but kept running, her hooves making no noise on the soft rug. She could hear shouts from outside and thumping hooves, but she didn't stop. Not until she reached the Princess's chambers.
  22. BEHOLD A REAL LIFE STORY PUT INTO A STORY FORMAT AHAHAHA. ahem read this in an epic voice. I was in the classroom doing my work like a bozz. "I'm bored" I said "good for you" said my friend "Sir are you a Brony?" I asked. but he didn't here me. "lol ask him again" said my friend "Sir, are you a Brony?!" I asked like a bozz. The teacher then looked at me as if I was a madman. "a what?" he said "Brony" i said "what's a Brony?" he said "a cool person" "omg wait its a good thing" "dont kill me" "being a brony is good" "dont give me detention" He then went to his laptop and searched Brony in Google. A bunch of people crowded around him and the laptop. (i probably should have mentioned this earlier, but im the only brony in my school...yah...tough life) Then the other people saw it and was like "o__O" or "o.o" or "friendship is magic wtf lolwut ahhur". "Stay behind after class" said sir "who?" said my friend "both of you" said sir "I wan't even involved in this..." said my friend "SIR SHE WASN'T INVOLVED IN THIS DUDE WAT I AM THE ONLY ONE IN TROUBLE" I said, like a bozz. *10 minutes later* "right then" said sir "Do you think it is appropriate to be asking questions like that?" "...no.." I said. then sir looked at me weridly cuz i dont think he heard me. "no." i repeated. "Sir I wasn't even involved in this" said my friend "Yeah sir she wasn't involved. EVERYTING IS MAH FAULT SIR. I DESERVE WHATEVER PUNISHMENT YOU GIVE ME" "Then why did you ask me if I was a "Brony"? Are you saying I am gay?" he said. "Sir, Bronies aren't gay people. They're just people who like ponies. Like, I'm a female Brony and that's fine with me. BEIN A BRONY IS COOL I DIDN'T MEAN TO OFFEND U SIR." i said "The internet here says it is gay people" "Sir, just like regular human beings, people can be gay. The majority of Bronies are not gay. If you wanna be gay, fine by me." I said. "You put 'Brony' on your phone case design" said sir "is that appropriate?" "It is in fact appropriate. Becuase a Brony is a fan of my little pony friendship is magic, and I am indeed a fan of my little pony friendship is magic. Do you have something against Bronies or something?!" I said. "...You may leave now" said sir. " *walks out of room with friend like a bozz* "LOLOLOLOLOL" i said "LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL" said my friend "HE SO DA RACIST TO DA BRONY RACE. THAT WAS SO RACIST. OMG. RACISM." *other friend walks up to us* "sup pepesssss" said friend no. 2. "HE SO DA RACIST" i said "what happened?" said friend no. 2. *tells story* "LOLOLOL" said friend no. 2 "ikr" said friend no. 1 "He was being so racist towards the Brony race! Like, he said Bronies are gay!!!" I said. "I am going to call 999 and get the police to sue him for racism. I will set him on fire with my bozzy swag, I will leave him there dying on the floor on fire. I will go to Tesco, I will buy half price marshmallows. I will come back to his fire, I will roast my marshmallows. I will make smores. With his fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i said. then they all lolled. the end. Or if you are a grammar Nazi, then here is the swaggy correct grammar version by a kind fellow who goes by the name of @Shift
  23. *(\ There seems to be some ponies that have a fascination and curiosity with not only my way of thinking, but the nature of my way of being. It's almost as if there's a silent, but somehow notable essence that asks the question; Who are you TwilightCircuits? My fellow bronies, ponies, pegasisters, whomever you may be... I study the Law of Attraction. What is that? How did I learn it? What do I believe in? Will you teach me what you've learned? What does this have to do with the Power of Love? Speaking of those, what are all these powers and laws and stuff anyway? Where did you get the scripture idea from anyway? For crying out loud will you tell me!? Ponies, relax. All things happen at the right moment in time for a reason. As such, so too will be the questions that get answered. I think it should it start with, the day I hit rock bottom... A long time ago, or at least it seems that way for me, I was heading to work. That day though was not born of good tidings. There comes a point in every pony's life that begs the question; Is this really the best I can do? And not only that, is this really all there is to life? I was driving a half dead old pickup truck. I was working a job I hated in a field of work i hated, I was living with my mother at the age of thirty. I was making little money. That was when it all hit me. This was it. This was the best I could do after all of the things I had learned in life. That day, I cried. I'm not afraid to admit this. I've cried many times on my journey to discover the power of love and the law of attraction. It's actually a very healthy form of emotional release no matter who you are. However.... Let's not mistake healing crying for crying from despair. There is a big difference of which I will teach you much later. For now, let's continue my story. But something also went click. I told myself "No." Yep. No. No... No way. Uh uh... I can't.. I just can't.... No.... This can't be it... where did I go wrong?... this just can't be all there is... Well... That's it... In 2007 everything changes! New car, new job, I'm going to dress better... I'm just going to BE better. Then I blew my nose, and continued on to work. Now, what happened? What clicked? Why did it click? What lead to the clicking inside my head? You know, I have never thought about it until a couple months before this writing. I know the answer today but to tell you now would totally ruin everything. And I don't like ruining surprises. After all, patience is one of the most rewarding virtues in the power of love. Huh? What? Patience and the power of love? I know I know, you're thinking "Twilight... what in Celestia's name are you talking about?" Well, some of you are probably reading this right now because of an event in the future. When that event happens, people of all kinds are going to want to know the story of TwilightCircuits. What event? Why, the ones the come after me writing this of course. By being aware that you are reading this right now while you're in the future and I am in the past while i write these words is an astounding way to write things and communicate. I don't know what date it is your reading this. It 'll be a completely different time for every pony. Yes, I said pony. No matter how many ponies read this, no two ponies will ever possibly read this at the exact same time. The tiniest sliver of time and the pace of perception are completely different for every pony. The funny part about what i just said is, because you live in the present and are reading this in the present instead of pretending you're reading this in the past, some of what I say won't make any sense at all. But I said I knew the law of attraction. There fore, it would imply I know whom is reading these words right now. That also means i already knew how you would get here to read these words. But depending on whom you are, the meaning of those words are going to be completely different. That's right. I knew you would be reading this right now. Why because of this thing called inevitability. Meaning, something happens that is always inevitable. What can happen, will happen. What will happen depends on choice. Choice is based on polarity. If you're here for the first time, don't worry, it'll all be explained in due time. If you're here for the second or more time. Welcome back! Didn't see that coming did ya! Are you ready to pay attention yet? It's like i've already said what feels like a million times; I tried. I tried my best and gave it all I got, but you bronies reading this for the first time are only seeing it just getting started. That probably sounds kinda crazy but I can assure a truer statement could not be made. So yeah, like I was saying welcome back. Now, the problem I obviously have is whom do I talk to first? You in the coming months ahead? You in the coming year ahead? Or heck, how about you from like, I don't know, 2 years in the future. Yeah i know, i could pick any number i wanted. I picked those. When it clicks inside your head that I said i was knew the law of attraction, I'd like to say "Hi, I'm TwilightCircuits! You don't know me yet, but you will. Just wait! This is going to be awesome!" Now, any of you might be thinking; Twilight... I say again; "What in Celestia's name are you writing here...?" Hahahahaha! That's an excellent question. But it depends on whos asking the question now doesn't it? You a few months from now after this was posted, or you from two years from now? Now if your saying that isn't that long Twilight I would agree! That's what makes this so awesome! You see, some of you are reading this because of some video's that I made, some of you are reading this because I mention the power of love sometime in the future, and some of you just learned that I have a video series that's coming out. Hahaaaa! If that doesn't bake your brain I hope you brought popcorn, or the popcorn you had is or was excellent! See what I did there? I'm still laughing cause this is so easy. It's almost like, who should i say something to first? It could be anybody I want! I could literally pick any person on the face of the earth and say something to them right now and that would probably make their head implode. Curiosity getting the better or got the better of you did it? Hmmmm... It's a good thing I chose not to mention any names. Why? Oh simple. The true nature of the Power of Choice is to completely understand who will actually be reading this. Did you really think this was some random mumbling and bumbling tom foolery? If that was the case, why would I imply you are all from different time periods in the first place? Easy, because I know that is true. And now you do to. See? That wasn't so hard was it? But i haven't forgotten. No. You must be wondering... Why would people come back and re-read the same thing? Or what's the time significance? Actually it's quite simple really. You see I know how the mind works, and because i know how it works, I can anticipate certain things. The first one being your awareness level. You see, some of you here for the first time all have different levels of awareness. Those of you here for the second time, a much bigger level of awareness. But man, those of you two years from now (or is it three? I don't know it's kindna fuzzy) HAHAAAAAA! What does that mean? All it means is that where ever your life is right now, you can come back at another point in your life, and read this very blog to find and discover answer. Well, to understand that, we need to understand harmony. Which is why i wrote the scripture. Now, technically, i didn't write the scripture. I just thought of it and wrote it down. See, it came to me in the form of an idea and all i did was write it down and share it with the world. So here it is: Once upon a time, love came to the earth. Thus, came the love of creation, and there was harmony. Together, thy understoodeth light, and dark. Thus, harmony layeth over the land. But thou hadst toucheth darkness, and grew to be resentful. Thus Discord belayeth a pony. For Discord take awayeth the love of thy craft. Thus, a pony loseth all love for their craft. Thus, a pony refuseth love. Thus, a pony learneth hate. Thus, a pony seeketh revenge. Thus, a pony darketh the earth. So Twilight teacheth the elements of harmony. For Twilight balanced the discord within. Thus, peace, love, and harmony be restored. So Twilight sayeth to thy little pony: I used to wonder... What could friendship mean? Until you, all shared it's magic with me. It's having adventure. It's having fun. It's having a beautiful heart. It's being faithful and strong. It's sharing kindness, as it is free to give. And like magic, you'll feel loved.My Little Pony, Didn't you know? That makes us best friends. For Twilight sayeth: Judgeth not, a pony that loveth their craft. For that pony understandeth love. As there is always time to socialize. For a pony must remember: The elements of harmony still dwelleth within. If thy pony learneth to reach high, Haste in thy persistence will grant thee a gift. For the pony learneth the truth, And the pony shall receive love, As all, are never lost. Yep. We're back to that. You see, i know that some of you will be reading that for the first time. I hope you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it. But those of you from the future read that all differently didn't you? Some of you probably already find this rather creepy and kinda wish i'd get out of your head! Well, you know I think that might be a good idea. Goodbye my little pony. See you next entry! *(\ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGkeLG7S0jg 00:00-03:00 Message for the Beast (HornHeads): I Don't Give a F*** Tonight 06:36-09:03 Message for Bronies only 13:33 -14:13 Message for everyone on the planet 17:46-18:36 Message to Bronies from Celestia and Luna 21:33-23:46 Message for All Religions 26:36-28:11 Message for All Religions 33:03-33:33 Message for the Beast (Hornheads) 34:50-37:02 Message for the Illuminati 38:36-39:33 My message to bronies 42:22-43:36 Message to bronies from Celestia and Luna 45:03-46:11 Message to bronies from Celestia and Luna 55:32-56:11 Somepony translate the german please
  24. here is the rules of the challenge is that I will write the first chapter of the story and then someone else will write another chapter of the story and then someone else will write another and so and so . you may add another chapter to the story your self if it has been a day since your last chapter and some one else has written a chapter in the mean while . maximum of 500 words in each chapter . only cannon characters are allowed in the story chapter 1 the cutie mark crusaders are towards their tree house when they see derpy flying over them carrying her sack of mail . When they see one of the letters fall out of the sack . Scootaloo using her scooter zooms ahead to catch it but she does not notice the river in front of her .
  25. This is a story I wrote a few years ago that I haven't shown anyone just because I didn't know many people; I decided putting it on the internet would gather more readers. It isn't based on any fandom; it's completely original, and I'm posting it here just because I want as many people as possible to see it. Potential Grimdark Warning: While when I was writing it I wasn't meaning for it to be particularly dark, looking back over it I realize not everyone sees things the same way as I do. For those of you of an emotionally sensitive bent, there's some screwed-up stuff in this. Again, I was actually in a pretty good mood while I wrote most of this, but even while I wasn't specifically trying to create unpleasant emotions, some readers may react in that manner. Anyway, with that out of the way, please also ignore every characters' name in this; I had a very embarrassing idea of what cool meant back then. All feedback is welcome and much desired! Thanks for your time! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VLrwVOwd8W5-E2k7Ens4_7c7xKEpEQ2TI50DzwMGZA8/edit?usp=sharing Ok, I fixed the link now so it actually works. *facehoof* I think my internet prowess has actually been getting worse.