#pinkie01

[insidioustest-blog]

@pinkiesenses

      “You certainly look like something that enjoys eating cake. I could have sworn I heard an elephant coming toward me. Oh, well. You’re a bit small to be so big, aren’t you? Would you like some cake? I have plenty.”

[burnsidebat-blog]

Moral: Experiments Are Bad

@pinkiesenses

       From the looks of the pony before her, she was very obviously sentient and lively. How could anyone mistake the kind of look sentient beings had compared to general animals. Sure, it was strange as she witnessed the pony talking, but she'd known stranger things. It wasn't any stranger than a genius, speaking gorilla, honestly. The thought bothering her more was how she was talking. In her own world it would have been some villain's experiment gone wrong (or well, right in their eyes but not hers).

       “Please tell me no one ever experimented on you? Please, please, please tell me it's just some kind of weird magic thing going on here because I'd more than welcome that over an insanely adorable anime pony being hurt by some villain laughing in the distance.”

[vanschweets]

pinkiesenses

"Holy smokes-- a pony?!"

     Cue an exhilarated exclamation from the girl upon catching a glimpse of the cotton candy hued equine. Unable to contain herself, she'd bound over, stopping short of the other just as tall as her, babbling away her excitement. 

"Okay, you've gotta be the coolest pony I've ever seen.. well.. I mean you're like the only pony I've ever seen but still! Hey, do you like to race? 'm mean, horses race, but do ponies race?" 

     That would make her even cooler. 

[analyticalprincess]

pinkiesenses liked for a starter!

                “Pinkie!”

        With just a glimpse of her very pink friend, Twilight knew exactly who it was and she couldn't be more thrilled. She immediately took to bouncing around her in an excited fashion, smiling as bright as she could.

        “Pinkie! Pinkie! Pinkie! I can't believe you're here. Dear Celestia, am I glad to see you!” She stopped, looking a bit embarrassed and rubbed a hoof to the back of her head. “It was sort of hinted that my friends were here, but I thought she meant my friends from the other world. Is any pony else here?”

        “I kind of hope not...but at the same time, if...maybe if we were all together we could get out of here. I don't have any magic at the moment, but since when has something like that stopped us?” She was at least hopeful.

[catwithacauldron]

New Year Ritual; [CA Closed]

The forest was vast, larger than the one he once called his home. The breeze tickles his fur and the brook babbles on in the background, as restless insects and animals chirp through the night, robbing it of a total silence. In a technical sense, District Mu should have been better than what he called home before, but...

But he can't say he favored it. As much as he tried, as often as he visited, he couldn't feel in tune with anything for the life of him. The same breeze that rustled the branches wasn't the same air that filled his lungs, the animals were hard to understand-- sometimes in tongue, sometimes in species-- and even the very streams, the things that served as the veins of the woods themselves, felt a little too... dry, like it was simply created in the image of a river. It didn't feel like water was delivered to where it belonged as effectively as it could have it nature truly took over. He wants to chalk it up to what he's learned in his short time here, that everything was just data-- which is basically a fancy word for a fabrication, from what he managed to gather-- and perhaps that's part of it... but the scientists know what they're doing. It's not just some cheap knock off-- the herbs and plants he's come to gather from time to time were some of the best he's ever used, in common witchcraft. It was simply that, despite it's notable size and vibrant plant life, the jungle he stood within wasn't his forest. Therefore, it was inferior.

But it'd have to do, for tonight. Beggars can't be choosers.

He always held a small ritual to welcome the new year-- and while he wasn't in the forest he usually held it in, he intended to stick to his guns. Why should he have to change his traditions for a bunch of nerds in trench coats. During th;e night, he arrived in District Mu (It's a miracle it survived all the immolation in the last few months) with a simple goal-- to send a paper boat down the river with both a tea candle and a wish for the new year-- and he's just managed to kneel himself down by the edge of the brook, struck match in hand, the presence of someone else becomes glaringly clear. The thresholds of rituals are fragile, after all, and even though this was just a weak one, it's easy to tell when something disrupts the fray.

Sighing and muttering something rude under his breath, he stands, talking before he even sees who (Or what, for that matter) it is he's talking to.

"... Eh? What're you doing out here? It's New Years Eve, y'know..." He stands, holding the little paper boat in his free hand and the match in the other-- which is quickly blown out before he's responsible for another forest fire. Irritation spells itself out across his features as he faces who he's addressing, spinning on his heel in a single, fluid motion (It's easier to pull off than when he's in the city itself-- the soil's a lot more forgiving than asphalt, on his poor paws)... but what he sets his sights on isn't really what he expected. The bright pink cuts through the evening's gloom like neon, painting out the image of some kind of... weird, miniature horse. Do they usually look like that? He's only familiar with the kind of horses adventurers rode through his woods, only to get struck down by either a horde of wolves or a particularly low-hanging branch.

Not that the city didn't have plenty of other weird stuff. Like that snake woman, or the girl full of metal. This was probably a little more mundane in comparison, he'd imagine.

"I'm sure that even you've got some place better to be than a cold, quiet district like this!"

[heartofkindness-blog]

I Wanna Go Home [ Open / Intro ]

        The awful realization that she was not where she belonged sprung up on her like a wolf devouring a long awaited meal. Experiment? Another universe? So it was something like what Twilight did, but well...she was certain this wasn't Twilight's realm. No, she wouldn't be there alone and there were other humans there, not ponies.        Her stomach churned with anxiety as she stared up at the looming buildings above her. She didn't particularly enjoy vast cities; full of people, loud noises and an entire array of things to worry about. Oh, if there was any little thing she could worry about at that moment it was bubbling up to the surface and welling up behind her eyes.        No, she could do this! Her friends would. Though it would have been easier with her friends there, but she was alone. She planted a foot firmly out in front of her on the side walk, her expression becoming more confident for the slightest moment. Though, as if a pink blur, Fluttershy darted to the nearest alleyway away from the hustle and bustle.        She didn't know how to make her way through, she didn't have the courage to ask and she wanted to just go home now, hoping so badly that it was just a nightmare--a result of watching too many horror movies with her friends. Tambourine clutched tight in hand, she stared down at it as if it had every answer in the universe. It didn't, of course, but a girl could hope. She could transform, and maybe fly over the city. That's what Rainbow Dash would do, but she wasn't her. And to be frank, who would feel like playing a song at this moment? She probably couldn't even get the emotions out to transform. It was useless.        A jingle sounded as back met concrete, vibrating in a strange rhythm as the girl slid down and sat herself on the ground. Her knees were brought up to her chest in an attempt to hide her entire body, arms encircling them and her face buried deep within. The soft sounds of the tambourine continued as her body shook with each sob she let out.