Happy Birthday, FizzypopWarning: This SAD story contains characters & concepts from the My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic franchise (© Hasbro, Lauren Faust, et. al.). If this is not your cup of tea, then please do not drink it, and go find some other beverage to quench your thirst. Thank you.Happy Birthday, Fizzypop3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special note: Fizzypop (and her friends)'s names and appearances are based off of G3 ponies; I, however, came up with their personalities, so that technically makes them OC ponies; if you don't like reading about fan characters, then don't read. That is all.
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Fizzypop put the last carton of ice cream in place. Done! With the dessert table now in order, everything was finally ready! The poofy-maned earth pony stood back to admire her hoofwork.
The young mare's ordinary living room had been transformed into a festive party scene. From wall to wall hung vivid streamers of purple, pink and red; her colors. Matching balloons filled the room, and across the doorway ran a banner declaring "Happy Birthday, Fizz
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Explosions filled the night sky, the staccato of gunfire unrelentingly piercing the silence as the glow from the moon shone down on the battlefield. I panted, hoping and praying that the cavalry would arrive sometime soon before I bolted out from my cover.
"Haley!" I yelled as I slid and ducked behind another wall of mechanical rubble, sparing a glance at the chestnut haired woman, her back against a singed metal panel, holding her stomach and slowly sliding down. Biting down on my lip, I pondered on what to do, for I knew that if I yelled again, swarms of soldiers would be upon us in an instant.
"Thank god," I muttered as I heard the familiar screeching of incoming reinforcements, and of our possible escape from this hell hole. I peered out from behind the rubble before quickly ducking down as bullets riddled the remnants of a wall that I was using for cover. I hoisted my rifle, taking potshots at the goddamn bastards before a hand grasped my shoulder and
The Catastrophic Case of the..The Catastrophic Case of the..3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The Catastrophic Case of the Cutiemark Crusaders
Hello, my name is Pinkamina Dian Pi, and I suggest you pick up a much happier story. Perhaps one in which good things happen to little fillies who do everything right, and the sun always shines. If it sounds as though you would like such a story, then please close whatever form of media you are reading this on, and go to the "Normal" section of Equestria Daily, where such stories are stored. This is not a happy story, this is the story of three little fillies, and the terrible events that were to befall them.
They were not sisters, they were in no way biologically related. The only thing that tied them together was the cruel hoof of fate. A phrase which here means "Really, really bad luck". Their names were Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Bell. As far as my research -much of which was pulled from the remains of various 'accidental' fires- can trace, it all began a few weeks after Applebloom was born. Her sister, Applejack, who grew to
Pinkie's PartyPinkie's Party3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pinkie Pie opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed through the curtains in her small bedrooms above the cakeshop. Mr. and Mrs.Cake had been very kind in letting her stay here, she loved to bake, and this place was heaven
The pink pony stretched her forelimbs with a yawn and climbed out of bed. Looking out the window she noticed it was a beautiful day. After the storms they'd had to clean out the last remnants of the parasprite debris, it seemed the Pegasus Ponies had decided to give ponyville some sun. She chuckled to herself, filled a saddlebag and set off down stairs.
Mrs.Cake was down in the kitchen, as she always was in the morning, making the fresh sweets. Mr.Cake came around the corner and met Pinkie on her way down.
"Hiya Pinks! How are you this fine day?" His voice was filled to the brim with the good nature he always seemed to have. The laugh lines at the corners of his snout stretched as he smiled.
"Tip-tip-terrific, Mr.Cake!" She smiled at the old colt. "I'm going out today, is t
Gun With Occasional Pony CH6Gun With Occasional Pony CH63 years ago in Drama More Like This
Gun With Occasional Pony Chapter 6
In Which a Conman is Consulted, a Watson is Wanted, and a Trip is Taken.
The FiM District was certainly... something.
It was much like the /co/mpound, only less crowded. It had originally taken shape as a refuge during the ban wars, except back then it had been a massive, opulent city, built from rebellion and inhabited by the lost. However, since the end of the wars the population had slowly diminished, leaving many buildings empty and boarded up. Most large contributors had secondary offices in the better districts. The only others who cared to stay were the stubborn kind. The kind that said, if the mods didn't want them, screw that; they could make their own way. It was slow but, to a hoofull of ponies, it was home.
Unlike the /co/mpound there were few Anons running around, most every pony had a name and a story, but I only wanted to hear one of them.
The district bordered the /co/ast before pouring into the /b/ay and, eventually, the ou
Inner LoyaltyInner Loyalty3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ichigo " whispered a voice from within the darkness.
A teenager boy with orange hair and wearing his black Shinigami outfit woke from his sleep and found himself within his inner world. The inner world was his sword spirit home. A sea of skyscrapers covered the world as Ichigo looked on.
"Zangetsu? Is that you?" called out Ichigo as he found himself on the side of a skyscraper "Why did you call me here!? Zangetsu!?" shouted Ichigo as he didn't found Zangetsu anywhere.
Ichigo quickly turned around as he heard her voic
Exile (Part One)Exile (Part One)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Exile (Part One)
Luna was unhappy. No, more than that, she was desolate. After a millennium of being trapped in the moon as a psychotic traitor, she returned to Equestria appearing as little more than a filly. Everypony hated her for betraying Princess Celestia, feared her for her former dark powers. Nothing was as she remembered-
“Luna, it’s me.”
“Oh.” Luna recognized the voice of her sister. “Come in, then.”
Celestia opened the door of Luna’s tower abode slowly, stepping gracefully in. The warmth of her radiant mane, befitting a true princess, filled the room. She stared at Luna, seeing her on the brink of tears for the umpteenth time in a week. “You can’t stay in your room forever, Lulu; I miss you being around the castle. How many more socks do I have
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Mare of the Mane
Special help: uSea: Thanks so much for helping me so very much by giving me advice on all kinds of stuff.
Emerald: Thanks so much for the image and always being there.
eisteetrinker: Thanks to you to for the image also.
All characters and settings belong to Hasbro, Except for "Indigo" belong to Hasbro.
"Oooooh what's this?" Pinkie Pie asked excitedly as she skipped over to a new dress made of lace strands interwoven into complex patterns, hung over the back of a gorgeous white manequin
"Um please don't touch that it's very fragile," Rarity quickly explained but it was too late. Pinkie Pie had already walked up to it and took a closer look by shoving her nose next to it, accidentally hitting the Manequin. The entire thing tipped over and fell onto the hard floor. The pieces shattered all over the floor and Rarity's eyes convulsed slightly at the sound of the manequin being shattered and the dress on it being torn by the small sharp fragments.
Making a brony the hard wayMaking a brony the hard way3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dude there's no way I'd ever watch My Little Pony" Alex said as he picked up his cards.
"But you lost the bet" Matt said reshuffling his cards.
"I don't care that show's for little girls" Alex said.
"But it's so awesome, there are a lot of us we're called Bronies" Matt said.
"Dude I worry about you, no one in there right mind would watch that" Alex a short fat hairy Mexican with a small mullet said.
"You know you give me no choice" Matt said starting to unbutton his pants.
"What are you doing?" Alex asked worried
"Relax it's not what you think" Matt said "But it is worse"
Matt revealed a Tattoo on his hip of a pink stylized 6 point star and much smaller white ones.
"You have a tattoo from that show?! SERIOUSLY!!!!" Alex screamed
"Twilight isn't my favorite but I like her cutie mark" Matt said as it started to glow.
Alex found that he couldn't move ^What's going on?^ he tried to ask.
"You say my little ponies is for girls? OK" Matt said as his cutie mark tattoo grew brighter. Alex felt
DemeterHeart beating, words softly spokenDemeter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shiver and drop to the ground
As my whispers resound
Echoing over a clichéd fortress of solitude,
Of my own interlude
Mirrors and glaciers, to shade me from your warmth
Your forsaken light, your waytoomuch
Of degrees and brightness I'm unaccustomed to
Of elegance and coldness I'm grown fond of, for you
And Your opposite, your pre-requisite
Of new life where my own dies
Of locked doors where my own surroundings lie
Not at all. Simply lacking the colour-tainted
Honesty, That yours so sorely lacks
For give me an overcast silence and I'll show you where my true personality stands
For I govern over your loudness by
H u s h .
Did you catch that sound?
That echoing fall as your own hit the ground.
I am cold, I am indifference, I am all you hold against your very own fate
I am the one who you'll no longer see as you go against me to stand your day.
Oh hush, l
MLP: A Thousand Miles ShyMy Little Pony: A Thousand Miles ShyMLP: A Thousand Miles Shy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the cool, calm wind against her cheeks that woke Fluttershy up. Blinking a bit, gently shaking off the last bits of blurriness clouding her senses, the delicate Pegasus tried to collect her thoughts. What had she been doing ?
"What in the name of all things Cinammon Swirl is a full-grown Dragon doin' here in Equestria?
"Princess Celestia has given us this mission and we must not fail. If we do, Equestria will be covered in smoke for the next one hundred years."
"You have to come! Your way with wild animals will surely come in handy."
oh. Right. The Dragon sleeping on top of the mountain. Just thinking about such a big, ugly, pony-eating monster gave Fluttershy the shivers and indeed, the sky full of thick black smoke which was the first image her slowly-clearing vision saw managed to refresh the sense of fear that con
Strings- A Haiku to OctaviaStrings- A Haiku to Octavia3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You stand on hind legs
and you play a large cello.
How do you do that?
Reflection Chapter 4Reflection Chapter 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
4: Dream of the Sandman
"Alright ponies," said Twilight, as she paced in the library.
Spike folded his arms and grunted in protest. "Ehem."
Twilight stopped pacing for a moment and raised a brow. "And dragon " Upon hearing that, Spike beamed with pride. The unicorn rolled her eyes at how easy it was to appease him. "It has been three days since we made our plan; time to recap! You first Spike, what do your notes say?"
The baby dragon opened a scroll and began to read. "Applejack didn't remember Derpy ever visiting the farm, just passing it. Neither did Big Mac. Apple Bloom said that she was in the orchard a couple of times,
Featherfall - Original DraftFeather fallFeatherfall - Original Draft3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No, no, no, no! You have to angle your wings like this," the rainbow maned pegasus tilted her left wing, overemphasizing the motion. "If you continue to do it that way, you're only going to generate thrust and no lift."
The orange and purple filly nodded enthusiastically. "Oh I see!" She adjusted her wings and continued the short, swift strokes she had been making.
Dash slapped a hoof to her face and groaned. "Kid, you're killing me. Alright let's take a break and I'll try to think of some way to explain this better." She looked out at the sun and judged that it was around five in the evening. She'd been at this task since she finished breakfast; three whole hours and the kid still wasn't flying. She tried to remember how long it had taken her to learn to fly, but she honestly had a hard time remembering a time when she couldn't.
"Whatever you say Rainbow Dash!" Scootaloo's enthusiasm still leaked into her voice. Even though she'd repeated th
No Room For the Girl HereThere is stone in the bones of my spineNo Room For the Girl Here3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that aches like earth-old strength,
I know well (oh, too well)-
and now I know that when I lay
face-down-in-the-dirt I become
an unholy altar for sacrifices kept secret.
(Whip me senseless,
flay the skin-and-muscle
from my stone-bones to
reveal this truth:
inside I am a
hollow stone tower
built to honour things ancient and forgotten.)
There is a dragon trapped and writhing
in the cage of my ribs
and she breathes endless
fire into my lungs;
she fights endless battles
over my heart;
she tears through what
might have been an
otherwise-functioning thoracic cavity
and lays her eggs against
There is a dragon trapped in the cage of my ribs,
and she wants warbloodsexrevengeisbestservedhot.
There is a glacier in my mind;
it came upon me so very slowly that
I cannot say when or where it came from,
or if it has been here all along.
It keeps my ribcage-dragon angry and trapped,
it keeps my thoughts cold and my intentions
PentameterThe back of my high heelPentameter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
taps a rhythm on the
leg of the bench where
biting dents in my fingertips.
One to ten, over and over
in my head.
(Because your eyes are nothing like the sun.)
It's almost as if he knew
and me, and
I wish the words are
mine as they
trail paths over my throat
and across my shoulders.
Pretender, so sweet, and
my breath catches between
my teeth and tangles with
(Because I love to hear you speak.)
Wish I could trap
these seconds in
the chambers of my
Regretful sighs rip themselves
free of my chest as
I stare after you one more time,
trying to catch you,
but not bothering.
(For when you walk,
you tread on the ground)
But you still move
a bit too quickly for me.
I forget so quickly. I stumble
over myself, trying
to keep the love inside
where it cannot
You blink in my direction,
once, I wish
I had words as sweet as a
sonnet to explain
what those eyes mean.
(Darling, your eyes are nothing like the s
FamousIf I become a famous poet,Famous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't be remembered.
[But you will be]
StopNo chance.Stop2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pull my gaze away from the window.
Gray on paper,
but the words won't come.
Seems like I've said it all a thousand times.
I've given this heartbeat
plenty of chances to whisper
the truth to the pen
to the paper
to the notes
to the keys
but the words won't come.
Thoughts aren't always enough.
Sometimes they're just
swirls in the margins.
Poetry swiftly becomes melody,
And they all whisper
And I whisper back,
no, she d
Pinkie Pie UMVC3 MovesetPinkie Pie UMVC3 Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Moveset:
Species: Earth Pony
Series: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
First Appearance: My Little Pony: FIM Episode #1
Health: 930,000 HP Points
Energy Projection: 1
Fighting Ability: 3
Pinkie Pie is an Earth Pony who has been given the title "The best party thrower in Equestria". She's almost always cheerful and happy, and her attitude is almost always positive. She is also very quirky and can be very difficult to read sometimes. She has a small pet alligator by the name of Gummy and possesses the element of Laughter.
Assist Alpha: Balloons for All! (Shot, Front)
Assist HC: The Pinkie Pie Launcher
Assist Beta: Gotta Share, Gotta Care! (Direct, Front)
Assist HC: The Pinkie Pie Launcher
Assist Gamma: You're #1! (Direct, Instant)
Assist HC: The Pinkie Pie Launcher
Pinkie Pie will happily skip onto the battlefield, Gummy on her back, who will then
The Nature of ThingsHere, with my hands in the dirt.The Nature of Things2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I never imagined myself
as much of a gardener.
I never imagined I'd be much of a cook either,
let alone a poet.
knuckles so broken,
I can barely hold a pencil.
Every time I take a breath,
I feel the ribs that have not yet healed.
Though they should've,
So I guess I've changed.
So much so
there are times when I don't recognize myself
in the mirror.
who is this person standing before me?
Where did he come from?
When did he get here?
But I have no answers.
I guess this is the nature of things.
Though part of me longs to reach out.
To tell the `me that was,
there is a better way.
But there is no `me that was anymore,
only the `me
Tyrian PurpleTyrian purpleTyrian Purple2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lips match the blue
fingerprint bruises wrapped around
her throat like the latest fashion.
and a gulp of air
rushes into the silent stage
of a delectable crime scene.
They prod her body like sushi with chopsticks;
the air tastes stale, unused.
One uniform brushes fingertips
across her velvet skin while
another admires the glossy black hair
missing a single lock.
ArchaeologyYou have been claimed.Archaeology3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have seen my competition holding perfumed picks
and daggers in their eyes.
They know the value of the treasure I have found,
but I'm already in your skin.
While I'm here, in my space beside your heart,
would you mind if I gently took a rib?
This is archaeology, my love.
I will sew you up with kisses;
stitch you up with x's and oh's
x's and oh's
Hold me steady,
while I chisel our names into the bone that crossed your heart,
like kids in campus trees:
I will sacrifice a rib if you will do the same.
We will tie a bow around them, and send them into space,
and Orion and Andromeda will be as jealous as the rest
when they read our names upon our bones
and see our love alive inside the marrow.
This is archaeology.
Long after we are dead, our story will live on.