SORRY, I FORGOT TO MENTION PRIZES!So, if any of you have read one of my recent journal entries, you would understand what I'm talking about. IF YOU HAVEN'T, READ IT NOW.SORRY, I FORGOT TO MENTION PRIZES! by sychang18
Anyway, I realized that I had posted the contest notification WITHOUT MENTIONING ANY PRIZES. I know, guys, and I'm sorry. I was in a REAL rush!
But now, I have the time to fully elaborate upon what I am willing to do in return for your favors.
BEFORE PRIZES, though, here's one rule I forgot to mention: NO SMUT WHATSOEVER. PERIOD.
Moving on. PRIZES!
IF YOU WIN THE SPOT OF. . .
My Tumblr CHARACTER ARTIST, I will write a pony-related multi-chaptered story for you! This can star canon characters, your OCs, or maybe just have me narrate a scene based off your artwork. Just tell me what to write!My Tumblr BACKGROUND ARTIST, I will write a multi-chaptered story for you! This can be of any fandom (because I doubt only pony artists do backgrounds), but I assur
Fillies, Offer Your Hearts -Ch. 3 [MLP/SnK X-over]After much explaining of what they knew, many introductions and hoof-to-handshakes, and fitting themselves into their own Omni-Directional Maneuver Gears (that were also part of the equipment they had brought along), the fillies had to part ways under the orders of a nearby Garrison officer. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were to join Squad 34, Eren's squad; this provided some comfort for the two, as they were at least sticking with someone that they had grown used to being around. Sweetie Belle had been assigned to the rearguard to supervise civilian evacuation along with Mikasa, and Sweetie was joyful of her own accord to be paired up with someone she had deemed friendly.Fillies, Offer Your Hearts -Ch. 3 [MLP/SnK X-over] by sychang18
A few tutorials of using their blades later, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo stood amongst Eren and the others.
Apple Bloom glanced around slightly, taking note of the members.
Armin Arlert: a blond-haired boy with blue eyes, somewhat timid like Fluttershy, matching Princess Twilight's intelligence.
Thomas Wagner: a stocky blo
Fillies, Offer Your Hearts -Ch. 2 [MLP/SnK X-over]"Woah, woah, calm down!" Scootaloo raised both forehooves in the air. "We're not here to fight!"Fillies, Offer Your Hearts -Ch. 2 [MLP/SnK X-over] by sychang18
The other fillies finally came to, and their eyes widened in shock.
"H-hey, don't aim them like that at us!" Sweetie Belle squealed, vision glued to Jean's swords.
"Act innocent all you want!" Jean yelled. "What are you?!"
Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow quizzically. "We're. . . ponies. Is somethin' wrong with that?"
Hushed conversation arose from everywhere. How was it possible? They didn't look like normal ponies. Sure, they had hooves and muzzles and tails and all, but their heads and eyes were so big. Not to mention, they were creepily adorable. And above all else. . .
"Are those wings?!" gasped a cadet.
"Look! That one's got a horn!" exclaimed another.
Jean was still tense. "Well. . . who are you?!"
The yellow filly stepped up first. "I'm Apple Bloom. I'm just an earth pony here with mah friends. Nice to see ya." She stretched out a hoof for a shake.
Jean didn't move. What
The Centerpiece Of My CollectiThe Centerpiece Of My CollectionThe Centerpiece Of My Collecti by geldonyetich
(This is a work of fanfic based on Hasbro and company's "My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic." I am not in any way affiliated with the creators and this document is wholly intended to be a work of parody that complies with fair use. Given mature themes, the intended audience for this piece is adults.)
Spike was proud of his hoard, hundreds of years in the making, as well he should be: a dragon's cave is a sight that inspires legends, littered with precious metals, gems, and other artifacts and protected by a ferocious dragon. As the expansion of Ponyville went deeper into the Everfree Forest and encroached upon his current den, he would have to move to one a bit further out. His current cave was once home to a green dragon that he happened across when he was a baby. The green dragon was right to be enraged at
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