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i mean really, griffons and like, ember, too. the only thing that *wouldn't* fit in would be people at this point.

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>>30420025
no kidding, but autists will be autists.

>>30420080
Glad thing there's not a spinoff invol-

No need to mock what has already been defeated.

>>30419892
it's still 0.1 seconds more than Sunshit

>>30420034
So, 0.1 seconds for one shitty pony and none for another shitty pony?

That's a good thing in my book.

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>>30419132
I never had a pony dream

A few nights ago I dreamed I was a pony correctional officer. Starlight was in my office, shackled and wearing an ankle monitor, and bawling because her sentence had apparently been remanded. I gave her the option of either thirty lashes in the public square or horn amputation.

She chose the lashes. Her back looked like beef jerky by the time I was done.

>>30419132
Haven't had one in a long time, but a few years back I had a dream were I was hanging out with the humanized mane 6 (non-EqG) in a mall before putting on a diving suit and jumping into a murky swamp like indoor pool to look for glowing green radioactive sticks.

I have odd dreams, that one was honestly fairly mundane compared to some of the other shit I've had.

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>>30418502
okay

Never fucking ever.

>>30417200
man I hope writefag doesnt go through the usual checklist of write, edit, rewrite, reedit, scrap, rewrite, then do something else entirely
I believe in you you faggot

>>30417200
https://pastebin.com/Grx9UneM

>>30417200
I hope this thread 404's and betanon never comes back.

>>30416507
you're just mad because you're gay

I want her to force me down and rape me

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>>30416507
>She joins the heroes at the end
>Her colour scheme gets significantly brighter as her horn grows back, also big glittery wings

I actually got my life together and started working toward my dreams in the hopes of one day sharing it with my waifu.

>>30416155
This.
It sounds insanely autistic, and it is, but ponies have helped me become the pony I want to be

>>30416151
refined my writing skills, got back into drawing, got into VA work.

>golden ratio on the left corner
>Schrodinger Equation on the bottom left corner

>>30412946
>Those stars

Heliocentric fags
B T F O
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>>30412946
>Yfw that's explaining how an aurora works.
There's probably other things involved there, but that's interesting.
> The sun and moon rise at 28.1' clockwise from North and set at 62' clockwise from south.
Neat.

>>30411650
>>>/swt/

>>30411650
moth pony, plane pony, fat pony, now balloon pony
What else we are going to have? Shit pony thread? Oh wait, we already have Starlight Glimmer thread.

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I need more of the cute green faggoty filly in my life.

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>>30409908
I need more fillypee and whatnot.

>>30409965
how lazy, can you not even copypaste for the spirit of 'I wish for filly to pee in my mouth' anon

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“Tell me, meat. How much are these pearls worth?” You demand “And what is that potion you are holding?
“Hey, these pearls belong to the clams!” The Ucan exclaims “They made them!”
“Yeah, and they aren’t doing anything with these besides keeping them around.” The bull retorts “Meanwhile they fetch us from 20 to 50 gold if they’re faultless.”

The bull doesn’t answer about the potion, though.
“Isn’t this pony in his home anyway?” You hiss toward the bulls “He should be the one to decide about this.”
“Hey! Exactly! I make the rules here!” The crustacean puffs his chest.

“Grr, whatever! Just take back those gosh-darned pearls!” One of the bulls groans, throwing his bag to Tori. The bird pony catches the heavy load with a little difficulty while the three bulls start to run for their lives, abandoning all their stuff behind except for the potion.

The Ucan seems content to just let them flee.

>>30388646
But… the sight of preys fleeing in front of you always tickled your hunter instinct. And with the smell of blood in the air, you feel your predatory mind awaken. A quick exchange of looks with Froth shows she’s thinking the same. It looks like you’ll be taking more from those bulls than their stuff…

You start the chase. The bulls weren’t stupid enough to forget what kind of creature you were, and soon you hear panicked shout from them. But on the slippery and uneven ground of the Cove, your coils fare way better than small hooves.
Soon, the injured minotaur starts to fall behind despite the urges of his companions. But just before you come into biting rage, one of the other minotaur throws the pink vial.

The vial crashes one the ground next to you, and a huge puff of pink smokes erupts from it with a hissing sound, quickly engulfing both you and the bulls.
It smells like… cupcakes.

You memory gets a little… fuzzy from here. You remember entering some sort of hugging frenzy under the puzzled looks of Tori and the Ucan. After profusely apologizing, both you and the bulls came to the conclusion all violence is wrong and that natives and adventurers alike were in dire need of a big hug. You eventually decided to let the minotaurs walk away. You even gave them the blunderbuss you had as an apology. If it wasn’t for Tori saying this is going a little too far, you’d probably have given them some pearls back. Indeed, after discussing it with the minotaurs, it appears the pearls are basically the clam’s way or neutering impurities inside their shells which they can’t get out.

After a while, you do manage to remember you were on a quest to do something very not nice, and despite the horror the aim of your quest inspires you right now, you have enough functioning brain cells back to understand your sugar high will fade away after some time.

>What do?

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>>30388650
The Ucan is still with you. After all, he didn’t seem like he wanted to escape your thirst for hugs.

You can feel him shiver with joy.

>What do?

>>30383197
>You use your magic, returning Midnight to her mare self.
“Alright then, let's get ready. You greet him alone, talk with him about things and invite him into the dining room where we will surprise him.”
>Midnight nods, giving each of you a quick pet.
>”Be good.”
>You all go inside and get cleaned up, each of you waiting patiently in the dining area.
>You hear a knock, Midnight quickly getting up and going to the door.
>”Daddy!”
>You hear some laughter, feeling happiness in the air.
>”Sweetheart! …you look bigger. Ha! Nice new legs, bet those ones cost you a fortune. Then again, looking at this place, I bet you can afford it.”
>The stallion sounds clear level headed, midnight speaking next.
>”Daddy… feel.”
>”Oh, real custom job then! these are… are… Midnight? Are these?”
>”I’m healed.”
>”But… how? Those mines, they were enchanted!”
>”Bit of a story, but first… come in.”
>You all keep quiet, watching the mare and the stallion walk in.
>Midnight’s father looks just like her except for his mane and eyes, his mane being a deep blue and eyes green, a loaded magazine on his flank for his cutiemark.

>>30383199
Hi there! Welcome to our home. Can we get you anything to drink? Why are you giving such a strange look?

>>30383199
So you must be Midnights father. I'm Hunter this pegasus is Rusty, the other one Fixit, this little filly is Sparks and finally the griffon/pony hybrid Breezy. I can tell you that our dear Midnight had only good things to say about you.

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IT IS TIME

TIME TO SPAY YOUR MARES

>>30362615
No spay Bash, no spay Bash!
She needs her womb to have lots of happy little bat ponies with a riding stallion.

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>>30362642
>bat ponies
wat

thats dash

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Guess I'll kick things off with a couple screenshots of a DOS-inspired project I've been working on, which is, funny enough, the basis of this threads edition.

It sticks to using only the 16 colors from DOS games with EGA graphics like Space Quest and Maniac Mansion, but has a 16:9 ratio resolution. ("Shovel Knight-ing" is what'd I'd refer to using only some of the limitations of an emulation.)

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>>30359750
I'm planning on making it something like an RPG with turn-based combat, something iirc like Fire Emblem or Advance Wars. Stats that can be raised from battling affect how your units perform.
You may only play as a single pony, but your base Magic stat allows you to summon 1 clone familiar that you control on the board. As the Magic stat goes up, you can summon more clones to help. An idea to allow the player to tweak the stats of clones outside of battle (or perhaps create more summon types) would be ideal to prevent samey-boring gameplay with no variety or something along those lines.
At this point, combat has yet to be made.

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>>30359803
Movement is handled like an RTS in and out of battle: click and you'll pathfind over to that spot.

>>30324584
“I don’t know. The two of them must have a very complicated relationship. I’m definitely not putting myself in a position to affect that. Especially with the way he treated me. I don’t need her or his drama on me,” Rarity said. “It is a shame, though. He is very good-looking, and quite well-dressed.”
“I’m sure there will be others Rarity. Don’t you still have other events to attend while you’re here? There’s bound to be stallions interested in you somewhere,” Coco said.
Rarity sighed and sat down on the podium Coco had been working on. “I know there will be. This one was just so straightforward I thought I’d gotten an ‘in’ finally.”
“Was that all you were hoping for?” Coco gave Rarity a sidelong glance.
Rarity glared back at Coco. “Of course not! But whether or not he would have made good marriage material has nothing to do with the fact that he would have been an excellent introduction into the fashion elite of Manehatten. I’m still new, and an endorsement by somepony of his stature would have gone a long way to moving my career along.”
Coco laughed at how defensive Rarity had become. “I’m sorry Rarity. I shouldn’t laugh. You’re trying your best, and everypony knows it. We’re making a steady profit here, so don’t fuss so much about it so soon. It will happen I’m sure.”
“Oh Coco, thank you. I know it will, but if I can help it along in any way I’ll take that chance. It just need a little bit of work,” Rarity said. “For now, though, let’s focus on creating until tomorrow! I could use an opportunity to channel some of this frustration!”
Rarity flipped her mane and went to stand next to Coco. The two of them looked through a list of orders and each picked out something to work on. The two of them took turns helping customers as they came in, and the day passed quickly.

>>30324588
The evening was a bit more of a fun affair. When they closed up shop, Rarity pulled Coco to a place a customer had told her about. It was a small bar just off one of the main streets of Manehatten. Not too well known, but Rarity said the customer had mentioned that some big names could be seen here occasionally.
“It’s just for a few drinks, Coco. We’ll leave before it gets too late,” Rarity said.
It passed midnight before they decided to leave, and Rarity was quite tipsy. Coco had to support her as they left the bar, with Rarity trying to dance some more as she was pulled out the exit.
“Ahhh, nopony showed up. What a disappointment. Disappointing, disappointing, disappointing. Who decided to come to this place?” Rarity said.
“That was you, Rarity,” Coco said.
“Hmmm, I’ve been making bad decisions these past few days,” Rarity said.
“Yes you have,” Coco said.
Rarity frowned. She opened her mouth to speak, when she stopped. She sniffed the air and moved away from Coco, trying to figure out where the smell was coming from.
“Do you smell that, Coco?” Rarity said.
Coco sniffed the air, trying to smell what Rarity was talking about. “I’m not sure. What does it smell like?”
“It smells like Weak Stitch’s shop,” Rarity said.
Coco followed after Rarity, trying to pull her toward home. “Rarity, that could be anypony who might have gone to his shop today. It might still be clinging to them.”
“No, no. This is far too strong to be residual scent. This is like that pomander he had on him,” Rarity said.
Rarity followed the smell, yanking the more petite Coco along with her as she went. She followed the smell down a street, and into an alley. She continued deeper, until she bumped into a couple of mares standing at a corner.

>>30324598
“Well look what the cat dragged in. You drunk enough to pay 30 bits for a night of fun?” one of the mares said.
“I’m not into mares, no. I’m looking for somepony. Perhaps you’ve seen him? Weak Stitch? Fashion icon of Manehatten?” Rarity asked.
The two mares looked at each other. One seemed confused, but the other sneered at Rarity.
“I know of him, yeah. What’s it to you?” the sneering one said.
“It’s no business of yours what it is to me, but I ‘smelled’ his particular smell coming from this direction and thought I would seek him out,” Rarity said.
“His smell, eh? So you two have been close?” the other mare winked at Rarity and licked her lips.
Rarity sighed. “Not everything is an innuendo, and no, we haven’t. He carries a pomander with him, a small container for scents. Not something you see every day.”
“Oh, you mean like this?” the loud mare held up a gold chain attached to her skirt. At the end was a small ball, similar to that worn by Weak Stitch, but much fancier.
“Ah, yes precisely,” Rarity said.
“They’re not as rare as you think, doll. Weak Stitch is a fashion icon for a reason,” the mare said.
“Well, if you are wearing that because of his influence, can you tell me anything about him?” Rarity asked.
The mare shook her head. “Sorry doll. He’s reclusive, that one. Doesn’t come out much, but when he does, he’s always looking for something. Something very particular, and he won’t stop until he gets it.”
“Hmmm. That is actually useful to hear. Thank you very much.” Rarity floated the mare a gemstone from a pocket of her saddlebag as payment for the information.
“Woo-ee! That’ll save me a night of trouble! Maybe the both of us! Thanks, miss…”
“Rarity. I own the boutique Rarity For You. If you’re looking for clothes for ANY reason, please do stop by,” Rarity said.