Gaming Hooves ProfileGaming Hooves Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Gaming Hooves
Species: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: Gameboy
Occupation(s): works as a electrician and fixies small machines
Likes: gaming, electronics, fixing stuff, wires of all kinds
Dislikes: traditional work and labour, being treat like a foal, not having less than a day alone per week
Personality: Gaming Hooves is a outgoing Stallion that loves to game and build/fix electrics, he thinks everything through completely, he is usually happy pony that spends most of his time huddled up in his den making stuff that really serves no practical or important purpose but more of a fun or time wasting device designed to entertain ponies not to do much else, he usually argues that his machines are important even though he knows they are not
History: Gaming Hooves was born into a Large family with 3 sisters and grew up in a rather large farm outside of ponyville, will at ponyville school he started to learn about machines for the first time and grew massively interested an
Kitty Kare ProfileKitty Kare Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Kitty Kare
Species: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: Cat Face
Occupation(s): A Vet in a small firm
Likes: peace and quiet, Animals, Foals
Dislikes: noise, social interaction
Personality: Kitty Kare is a quiet Collected Mare who can be brutally honest sometimes but knows that honesty is the best thing to do in most scenarios, she can often be seen watching birds in the park or relaxing away from noise often, sometimes foalsits and cares for foals in her time
History: Kitty Kare was born into a small poverty stricken family in Manehatten, they had not much food nor money and were forced out of Manehatten and took up residence in a small tenement in Fillydelphia before being moved out to another Tenement in Ponyville which they stayed in for a few years and sent Kitty Kare to School from there which led to bulling against Kitty Kare for it, after school she became a vet which brought in a lot more money than her parents jobs which was able to get herself a house in ponyvil
The mirrorThe day had been long and tiring, and I was not sorry to finally get home. I parked my car in the driveway, go tour lazily of it and headed slowly toward the porch. During my slow march toward home I started to get my keys and in a lazy gesture, I began to look for them in my pocket. While my hands brushed finally against the cold metal, I lifted my head toward the door and I suddently stopped myself: the door a few meters away was slightly ajar. I had a moment of hesitation, my gesture suspended in the air, keys in hand, before running to the porch to see that the door was wide open indeed. yet I never forgot to close double round every morning before leaving, and this automatically for almost for three years: it was inconceivable that I could leave it open, even with the largest delays. I stood a moment before the door, breathless. Then I put my hand on the handle, and, heart pounding, I started to push the door wich opened without a sound on the corridor. The whole house seemed quieThe mirror1 year ago in Settings More Like This
a Lonesome Roadi am walking on a lonesome roada Lonesome Road1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
the only road i can walk, and only i have ever known
don't know where it goes or if it ends
i walk this road that feels more like a personal hell to me
its full of empty paths
i walk the empty lonely road all day and all night
when all is asleep i run the road in the dead of night
i walk alone on the road
waiting for the cross paths
where me and my princess can walk together
on a road that will be perfect
but for know i walk this lonesome road
with nothing to keep me company
not yet at least nor for a while
i wish to run on the other side
the perfect road with my own princess
im on a line
being pushed off by my mind
on a line on the edge of the road
pushed back onto the road by my mind
reading my own mind
its scary that this feels alright
check my heart
beating for the future and a hopeful end of this road
though i may still be alive
doesn't feel like i am
16 years still don't know where it goes
hope it ends so
such a empty life
walk alone through the ro
Lightning Strike ProfileLightning Strike Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Lightning Strike
Species: Unicorn Pony
Cutie Mark: Thunder Cloud
Occupation(s): electrical control
Likes: Bad Weather, music, parties
Dislikes: being a father, being quiet
Personality: Lightning Strike is a music loving, loose unicorn who just wants to go party and have fun, he is currently tied down with 4 small new born foals of his own, which are a result of his loose parting personality which leaves him trying to learn responsibility for the all the foals sake
History: Lightning Strike was born much like his foals were born by accident into a family of partiers who already had 2 kids, after spending his first few years in neglect before being sent to School in Ponyville, where he met all his friends, after school he quickly found a job which uses his special talent, Electricity, to where he found great oppertunities to get promoted and did, but unfortunately got a mare pregnant at a party and got the 4 foals to raise himself
. Profil Perry : PL/ENG . WERSJA POLSKA:. Profil Perry : PL/ENG .1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Imię i nazwisko: Perpugilliam "Perry" Huddersfield
Wiek: ok. 21 lat w chwili zgonu
Data urodzenia: 15. Listopada
Znak zodiaku: skorpion
Wzrost: 180 cm
Waga: 62 kg
Kolor oczu: zielony (limonkowo-malachitowe)
Kolor włosów: jasny blond
Grupa krwii: 0Rh-
Stan cywilny: panna
Kosa: tradycyjna; stalowe ostrze z peryskopowym uchwytem
Name: Perpugilliam "Perry" Huddersfield
Age: about 21 at the time of death
Birthday: 15th November
Zodiac sign: scorpion
Weight: 136,7 Ibs
Eye color: green (lime green and malachite)
Hair color: li
Random Mane ProfileRandom Mane Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Random Mane
Species: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: Yellow Balloon
Likes: fun, being random, being hyper, sweets, food
Personality: Random Mane is a fun, energetic, random pony who seems to have no pattern and no sense to what he does or what he'll do next, he doesn't seem to dislike everything and either likes or is neutral to everything ever, he is usually seen doing almost everything or eating nothing but sweet sugary treats, maybe how he gets all his energy
History: Random Mane was born a only child in a small family in ponyville who went to school their too, he wasn't really random at young age, he seemed to grow into it, they are many rumors around his randomness the most popular being his randomness was multiplied by 1000 by Discord and its effects were never reversed by the elements, now he has is own house in ponyville and is still unemployed and somehow lives but some unknown means
Trotting Love ProfileTrotting Love Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Trotting Love
Species: Unicorn Pony
Cutie Mark: Love Heart
Occupation(s): Works at the Spa
Likes: Making friends, talking, gossiping and working
Dislikes: unfriendly ponies, being alone
Personality: Trotting Love is a nice, kind and friendly pony who lives in ponyville, she is a really friendly mare who loves to make friends no matter who or what the possible friend is, she likes to help out anypony in trouble and is willing to stop what she is doing just to make somepony feel better
History: Trotting Love was born and raised in Ponyville, she went to Ponyville school and met her friends there she then after school got a job at the Spa in ponyville with the twins and her own house near the center of town that is near her job, they are various rumors spread Trotting love the 2 most common being that she gives more than just love to ponies and that she is not really her parents daughter
Cyan Blur ProfileCyan Blur Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Cyan Blur
Species: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: 3 Arrows
Occupation(s): working a stall in the market, training to be a track runner
Likes: Running, Foals, sweets, food, doing energetic things
Dislikes: being forced into work, sleeping, standing still
Personality: Cyan Blur is a hyper and energetic pony, shes a rather arrogant but kind hearted pony, she never really thinks anything through properly and makes bad choices, she usually just relies on other ponies to tell her if she is wrong or not, she also is known to make a mess and break everything a lot
History: Cyan Blur was born in Fillydelphia but moved to Ponyville as a foal, she grew up in Ponyville where she did everything running, she made her friends in the school too as well as the first to get their cutie mark out of the group, after School she got a small job working a stand in the market selling some foods to the ponies while still training to become a track runner, she also was the first to accept Blue
SerivetSpecies: Serivet http://eckatzl.deviantart.com/#/d5m0jcySerivet1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Population: 25 -is increasing fast!-
Rarity: extremely rare
Habitat: Snowy areas
Personalities: Normally a fun loving carefree animal. They all live in groups or prides. The males are more laid back while the females are very rambunctious.
Looks: To tell the difference between a male and female look at the horns and mane. The males mane is normally more full and a darker color while the females is lighter and a little less fluffy. The males horns are also bigger then the females for dominating purposes. The horns are normally used in fights for dominance between two males to see who will rule the pride. They come in different grey brown shades but their manes are any color. they have a third eye on their tongue that is normally the same color as their other eyes. They're eyes can be pink, blue, yellow, gold, grey or green. Their back paws are more like a dragons. They only have stripes on their back near the rear not normally by
Some thoughts...AbandonedSome thoughts...1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I saw a shop today.
It was abandoned.
It lost its purpose,
it was scarred and looked different from all the other buildings around it.
I couldn't help but wonder...
Am I like that little shop?
Friends or family, family or friends.
Who would I choose, you ask?
I'd choose friends, without a doubt.
Why, you ask?
They are making me feel home more than my family.
How come, you ask?
My friends are the only ones listening to me.
And my family tries to take them away...
Everyone is a little mad.
That's what I always thought.
That's what I always heard.
That's what I always believed.
I am confused now, though.
Why do the ones that teached me that,
tell me I'm the only Mad one now?
I am used to followers.
I am used to people that respect me.
I like what they think I am.
I doubt I am the one they see though.
In the end it's only my own shadow following me.
Or it's me following my shadow.
Never Strikes TwiceNever Strikes Twice2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mornings were never truly crisp and fresh.
This story takes place in a cuboidal land with structures and landscapes made up of blocks. the creatures who inhabited it fit in with the blocky style, yet none of it looked like a bad fantasy. The mornings there should have seemed crisp and fresh. The clear skies and beautiful grassy landscape dotted with flowers relaxed and soothed a person just by looking pretty. But the beautiful visage was spoiled by towering infernos of Skeletons and Zombies, hissing and howling as they heaved their mangled, burning bodies to shade. Warm morning sunlight ignited their sensitive bodies, and smoke filled the air with the foul dust and ash left behind as they wasted away into nothingness.
Down by the forest laid a dead-end cave, overshadowed by a large tree with a house in it. Only the tree-dwellers were awake this early. One, and Enderling with a genetic fault, covered a branch like a furry matress waiting for the burning of the creatures to end. Unlike m
Never Strikes Twice pt22Never Strikes Twice pt221 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"They've stopped attacking!" Came joyous yells and whoops of relief. As Creeps studied Cregg and mulled over his idea the Pearless moved back and slowed their attack. Creeps thought now would be perfect to try and see if the next part of his idea could work.
Jupee slumped in the corner of a wooden hut amber eyes glazed over with a curtain of fatigue awaiting medical help. He had been teleporting frantically most of the day, chased by obscene monsters. He had come across a fortified village; while it was under attack itself it seemed the safer place to be and had hid there. He was stumbled upon by a testificate who threw to him an Iron sword
"I don't really like you mobs being here" He had said "But if you're gonna stay you better help fight!" and with that Jupee had been dragged into the fray slicing at limbs, cutting at faces. Some of the faces he thought he recognized. Faces he had seen while travelling. An Elderly Ender with a snapped spine lashing out with the fagged edges of the b
Day 02: haikuAh, we meet againDay 02: haiku1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't seem to keep you away
Dreaded writer's block
Wannabe Droog"Doo bee, doo bee, doo bee doo!"Wannabe Droog2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I feel my mouth twist into a grin, almost involuntarily.
My most recent...
"I'm singing in the rain,
Just singing in the rain," he chants gaily, and kicks the poor man square in the stomach.
I lean forward attentively and stare intently into the screen, watching his every step with complete and utter joy.
Wrapping tape around the captive woman's mouth, he continues the spew, dancing all the while.
"What a glorious feeling,
I'm happy again!
I'm laughing at clouds,
So dark up above."
"The sun's in my heart,
And I'm ready for love!"
I lean back and giggle indulgently.
What is it that makes this man so...
I turn my attention back to Alex, wholly amused.
"Let the stormy clouds chase,
Everyone from the place."
He kicks the man in time with the music again, two kicks, then one, a spin or two for effect.
"Come on with the rain,
I've a smile on my face!"
He climbs onto a desk, and kicks aside a book, then a pen,
Barnyard: Foot AttackNow our story begins as Freddy being the hungry little fellow he is,starts his tipicle day of mischife.He walked over to the chicken coop and made sure noone was around.There was nothing more than he would not give just to get a chicken*gulp*Or even an egg......So he snuck in quietly,well tried to only to be stoped by Otis."What are you doing Freddy?"Asked Otis tapping his hoof."Noooooooothing."Said Freddy as he put on an innocent smile."You weren't planning on going into the chicken house were you?"Asked Otis even though he already knew the answer."Noooooo."Said Freddy still acting innocent."Good!Because you know the rules.If you get caught in there."And with that said Otis left.Freddy really didn't know why everyone was so frightened when it came to going into a little chicken house.I mean what would they do?Peck you to death?With that in mind,Freddy waited another day..It was just before dawn;everyone was sound asleep,well ecept for Freddy.He snuck out into the chicken house;he finaBarnyard: Foot Attack3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alex's DeceptionHuh huh huhAlex's Deception5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My plan is set
He took my bait, now I wait
Remember not to drink milk.
Huh huh huh
I bet hes avin fun
ee should be out soon.
huh huh huh
My plan is going to work
-Here he comes
A real pleasure this is
Huh huh huh
Tickled by Ghosts 2 "Hahahaha .AHHHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!" Janie woke up to a tickling sensation in her midsection. "Wake up, wake up. You've been sleeping for seven days now, wake up", she heard someone sing as the tickling continued. Janie confused, tired, and delirious. She hadn't eaten for a while and was very weak in mind and body. "Hahaha AHHH!! I'm awake, I'm awake!! Please STOP!!!" she begged absentmindedly. The tickling stopped and Janie took advantage of this short pause to figure out where she was. As she looked around the sunlit room, she soon realized that it was daytime and that she was in the Ghost's House, in an empty room, with her arms stuck in the wall, and knew she hadn't been dreaming. She had been tickled by a ghost, a female ghost, who looked a lot like Janie, with pale skin and long black hair. "Could we be related?" she asked out loud, thinking she was alone. "No we're not related" answered a woman's voice. "I've been dead for 30 years now." Janie tTickled by Ghosts 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jasmin's Belated Birthday PresentJasmin's Birthday FunJasmin's Belated Birthday Present11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a cool afternoon, on a bright fall day. The cold wind passed by as the colorful leaves in the trees swayed and fell. A young man in a black sweatshirt, wearing blue jeans and gray shoes, was walking down the sidewalk in a small little town. Small clouds filled the air, house chimmnies where full of steam as people kept warm in there small house. The young man stopped at a small blue house, and knocked on a white door. A small girl answered the door. She was wearing an orange DragonBall Z shirt, with her beenie to match it, jeans and white socks.
"Bro!" she shouted, hugging the young man.
"Hey Jasmin!" said the young man. "Happy Birthday!"
"Aww shucks, thanks Stephen." Jasmin said. Stephen walked in and the two of them sat down on her couch in the living room. The two talked for a while about how things were going on in there lives. Jasmin told Stephen about her grades and how school was going. She was always excited to see her older brother when he came to
A friendly game part 2As Bryan the Pichu was staked out on the ground by Topaz the Pichu he thought about how Wave the Shinx almost captured him. Bryan looked through the forest for the Shinx and was caught by surpise when the young shinx lassoed him. Wave tied his hands behind his back and proceeded to tickle Bryan until he surrendered. Bryan laughed and wiggled cutely but Wave did a poor job witht he rope work and therefore Bryan easily slipped out of it and captured Wave.A friendly game part 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now however he knew escape would not be so easy. "Alright Bryan time to surrender." Topaz said. "Hehe you'll need to give me a great tickling." Bryan said. Topaz responded by blowing a huge raspberry in Bryan's belly making him squeal and laugh with excitement. Topaz feathered his belly now and he laughed madly from this. Topaz got from her bag of tickle tools a feather roller and rolled it on Bryan's belly. He laughed and wiggled madly loving this. Topaz rolled faster making him laugh and wiggle harder. "Tickle tickle Bryan.
Stop Tickling Stop itStop Tickling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stop oh please
That really tickles
That really tickles
So hard I'm crying
Take those feathers
Away from my soles
Get your fingers
Out of my armpits
If you blow
On my stomach again
I swear I'l
take a bow.encore//19the world is a stagetake a bow.encore//192 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but i am behind the scenes
and you are the the star
Swimming in TicklesSwimming in TicklesSwimming in Tickles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is fictional. It involves scenes in which anthropomorphic minors are restrained and tickled. There is no sexual or erotic content in this story; if that is what you are looking for, you are out of luck. The characters Reynard Fox and Roland Fox are the property of SC ©, and are used in this story with permission. The character Jody Coyote is the property of Dorain ©2000-2011.
Jody had finally managed to extricate himself from his grandmother's attention, and was now happily cruising along on his skateboard towards the Fox home. The old female coyote was convinced that Jody's nascent psychic abilities were beginning to emerge, and was trying to coax them to the surface. For hours, Jody had tried to guess what symbols were on the cards that sat in front of his grandmother; an activity that left the hyper young coyote thoroughly bored. Finally, she let him go, and Jody had