Nov 7, 2018
NOT DURING A ZERG RUSH!
-Northwind
Brawny: “Do you need help with those things crawling all over you? Seriously I have no idea what’s going on here.”
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NOT DURING A ZERG RUSH!
-Northwind
Brawny: “Do you need help with those things crawling all over you? Seriously I have no idea what’s going on here.”
Yaaaay I finished it There’s a rule 63 of Brawny Buck Nobody asked for it but it was an idea I had in my head for a looooong time OC belongs to @brawny-buck or @brawny-and-friends
~Puts a Bow on you and make you look pretty~
no im not sorry
-northwind
Even Brawny putting the rules on me too wwaaahhh lol!
Reblog if you think that if in a crazy alternate timeline a rule 63’d Brawny Buck could be somewhat related to Homura Akemi with some changes
-A fanfic writer
So let me get this straight @eliyora. You meant to tell me that only most of the people I’ve ever known hate my guts? Interesting. I thought things like that happening to me were only a myth.
Pictures used:
Vinyl Scratch’s house interior - MrCurlyPanda
Ponyville hotel room - Sigmavirus1
Why no. I don’t believe I can win. Thank you for asking though.
Pictures Used:
Vinyl Scratch House Interior - MrCurlyPanda
Manehattan Hotel Room - Sigmavirus1
A View of Ponyville - Hellswolfeh
MLP Intro Scroll - M99Moron
A long time ago I worked at a haunted house. It was one of my favorite jobs ever. A point of pride I had for myself at this job was that letting my (at the time) shoulder-blade-length hair down in my face, dawning a flannel button-down shirt, scraping three fake-blood scratch marks on my face and wielding a fake butcher knife was all I needed to do to make myself the scariest person there. The rest was just acting as psychotic as possible.
During my last night working there, the knife I used went missing. So I grabbed a wooden cooking spoon instead. At one point, I boarded the wagon and went after an early twenties woman, who tried to hide from me under the seat of the wagon. At which point, I got down in her face, brandished my ‘weapon’ and shouted, “I’M GOING TO SPOON YOU AND YOU’RE NOT GOING TO ENJOY IT!!!”