Hi there, I'm Pinkie Pie! It's so nice to meet you, won't you stay and have a cupcake so we can chat? I'm sure you've got so much to talk about, because I know I do! We can talk about cupcakes, and parties, and my friends, and my pet alligator Gummy, and so many more things! My pet alligator, Gummy, is a baby! Don't worry about him biting you, the worst he could do is GUM you to death!! Do you have any pets? Some people are allergic to certain pets. Some non-people are allergic to certain pets! Do you like balloons? I can ma-- -Indie Human Pinkie RP Blog ~C'mon Everypony, Smile, Smile, Smile!~
hiya, pals! so, I made a side blog on my main, a multimuse rp blog!
I roleplay as a LOT of characters and I figured it would be a lot easier to put all of them on one blog and  have it connected to my main.
Iâll probably still come on here sometimes maybe. I would suggest going and giving my multimuse a follow though! there arenât any rps on there yet because no one has played with me yet, since I just made it!
here it is! There are fifteen muses on there, Pinkie included! Sorry I havenât been on here, but I do hope youâll all follow my new blog. but as I said I might be coming on here sometimes idk
"Well, was gonna put on an apron to avoid mess, but we could clean before we start too.â
Behind Pinkie stood The Doctor, grinning at her and standing clad only in his underwear. He had figured Pinkie shouldnât be the only one under-dressed in the kitchen. Obviously, he felt just a tad awkward, but he covered it with exuberant movements as he bounded over to grab a wet rag and start wiping at the particles of flour that were on Pinkieâs form.
He glanced up at her eyes, giving her a comforting smile before wiping softly at some on her cheek. âLetâs get this cleaned up, yeah?â
She stared at him, ashamed, really, that she'd made the mess. "Yeah," she replied, grabbing a towel and brushing flour off her face. "I didn't get any on you, did I?" she asked, looking him up and down, and blinking.
She swallowed and went to grab a mop, before returning to mop the flour off the tile.
hiya, pals! so, I made a side blog on my main, a multimuse rp blog!
I roleplay as a LOT of characters and I figured it would be a lot easier to put all of them on one blog and  have it connected to my main.
I'll probably still come on here sometimes maybe. I would suggest going and giving my multimuse a follow though! there aren't any rps on there yet because no one has played with me yet, since I just made it!
here it is! There are fifteen muses on there, Pinkie included! Sorry I haven't been on here, but I do hope you'll all follow my new blog. but as I said I might be coming on here sometimes idk
Now that I have your soul, Iâd appreciate you sharing your cupcakes with me. I will season them with soul sprinkles. Those are the best kind, you know.
See that face? You canât resist that face. Donât even try. Just gimme da cupcakes and no one will get hurt.
I don't have any cupcakes YET, but I have some cake. And we're gonna make cupcakes this week sometime. so then I'll give u my cupcakes. I'll make sure to make them gluten free for u
He blinked at her in confusion and tilted his head. âYeahâŚ.I know. I thought for a second that you were gonna say something weird about yaself.â He said playfully. âI remember everything nowâŚ..wellâŚ..I think I do anywayâŚ.â He said rubbing his head.
AndâŚ.that had been unexpected, to say the least. So, they were about to bakeâŚand she was going to only be wearing lingerie?
Well, that wasâŚumâŚ
He really knew how to pick âem, didnât he? The Doctor rubbed his temple for a moment once she was gone before trying to decide what he should do next. Just stay positive. Stay positive and donât freak out. Not freaking out was an essential part of this plan. Yes.
An essential part that he was presently failing at.
She hurried into the kitchen, swallowing and putting a smile on her face again as she pulled out all of the ingredients. Her stomach was in a knot, and she felt like she was gonna vomit. Her hands shook as she pulled a bowl out of a cupboard, and set it gently upon the counter.
He's taking too long... She thought, and the feeling in her stomach grew stronger, and her eyes stung more, and it was harder to keep that smile on her face. She didn't want to go up and check on him, what if he was mad at her? What if he had left? ....What if....
She didn't realize that she'd slammed the bag of flour against the pantry door until particles of it landed on her arms and stomach, and she sighed. "Great..." she muttered, staring at the mess.