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abbytabbys · 6 days

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What are the Mane 6's lives like in the Swap AU?

I’m not sure if you mean swap main 6 or fim main 6 so I’ll do both

Cheese sandwich runs sugar cube corner and plans the parties in ponyville! He’s very goofy and even has a pet chicken, her name is boneless. He has no family, but the cakes quickly integrate him into theirs (they’re not swapped with anyone)

Pinkie pie travels though equestria spreading cheer! Once she left the rock farm and first saw cheese throwing a party, she’s been estranged from her family ever since.

Sweetie belle is a popstar, she puts on shows all over equestria, but prefers ponyville as it is her home of course.

Rarity is still a dress maker, but as she’s so young she hasn’t yet found it’s what she wants to do most in life. She’s sees it as just a hobby.

Scootaloo is a master trick skater, and a bit of a menace. Many see her as immature, but she’s just having fun in life!

Rainbow dash really just want to fly! She looks up to scootaloo a lot, wanting her skills and confidence. She’s just a bit too clumsy, and her overprotective parents aren’t much help to fix that.

Big Mac is a skilled apple harvester, and make up guru. Sweetie belle commissions dresses from rarity for him sometimes, as he is her best friends younger brother.

Apple jack is the youngest Apple sibling, and daddy’s girl. She’s ambitious, emotional, and maybe a bit too honest.

Discord is a kind creature who lives on the outskirts of ponyville, right next to the everfree forest. Ponies are a bit scared of him due to his appearance, but they grow to not judge based on looks quickly. He’s still a little insecure though, but his animal friends know just how to cheer him up.

Fluttershy/flutterbat is a bat pony nearly a century old. She caused an entire famine before her containment, and she promises she’ll do it again if she pleases. She can be cruel, and knows just what to say to make somepony cry. She uses her stare to hypnotize others into doing her bidding.

Spike is the guardian/dad of Shining Armor and Twilight Sparkle. He’s more brawn than brains, and is impulsive in nature. He moved to ponyville by order of princess Luna, and is a bit nervous due to not feeling very accepted in canterlot. He quickly makes friends, and takes Twi practically everywhere with him.

Twilight sparkle is a filly, and definitely still a bookworm. She’s more outgoing than in fim, and is a bit sad to leave her old friends, but promises she’ll visit! She’s the brains of the group, letting everyone know what danger lies ahead.

#my little pony #mlp #mlp au

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renrink · 1 year

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Aaand the last batch of commissions! In order below the cut aha. Thank you all for the support!! ♥️♥️♥️ I’m defs gonna be able to eat some yummy foods now for murica >DD

1. @onlytri85

2. Raven (Insta)

3. Jaycmore (twitter)

4. @filly-serenity

5. @zonedsmiley

#my art #commissions

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rainbowdelicartz · 16 days

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Diamonds are a Filly's Best Friend

I finally got to everypony's favorite fashion designer, Rarity!!

Honestly, I love the Butterfly Pea Tea/Rococo Vibes I gave this piece!

Hope yall like it too!!

[ART COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!]

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darksly-z · 5 months

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Filly Flu-Flu [Commission for @ BlueSkiesWolf] Thank you so much!

#mlp fim #my little pony #illustration #oc #original character #digital painting #human art #art #commission #cute #hybrid

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foreveryeta · 5 months

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Commission done for Filly! New avatar for her twitch, chek out!

Headshot/Icon $24 USD

⚡ I'm back with open commissions! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ ⚡

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millieduboisart · 11 months

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You all knew I was going to participate in the Color Wheel Challenge, it has my name written ALL over it! Character list under the 'keep reading'

Ko-fi/Commissions

Pink: Jem (Jem and the Holograms)

Red: Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug)

Orange: Orange Blossom (Strawberry Shortcake)

Yellow: Puppy Brite (Rainbow Brite)

Green: Minty (My Little Pony)

Blue: Talia (Lolirock)

Indigo: Tamara (Fashion Star Fillies)

Purple: Twilight Sparkle (Equestria Girls)

#millie's art #color wheel challenge #This was so much fun to make!

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alfafilly · 10 months

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Oooh, who IS she??

Commission for Pheasant-one/Nooneishere12!

#Filly's Art #Filly's Commissions #oc #original character #naga #sergal #furry #anthro

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alexdti · 7 months

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Reminder Never make filly Dash angry

(sneak peek for chapter 2 - all sketches thanks to V_Nico)

#mlp #my little pony #rainbow dash #comic #rarity #twilight sparkle #applejack #pinkie pie #flutteshy #how we met #hwm #fan comic #spike #commission open #commission #filly #hoops #dumbbell

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footfoxxy · 1 year

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Commission.

#footfoxxy #filly-dip #furry #sexy furry #furryanthro #furrydrawing #furry commissions #furry anthro #furry art #furrygirl #gay furry #furry character #cute furry #Anthro #anthro oc #anthro commissions #anthro dog #anthro art

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marinerainbow · 9 months

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Hey! ^^ I dunno whether your new job is getting easier or not but I figured F/O's can never hurt a situation! XD Either way though, here! Have some of your F/O's finding out about/asking about your OC's ! ^^

Imagine Audrey II humming over the phone he stole right out of your hands while you were messaging a friend, scrolling through the messages about some funky little weasels and bunny rabbit~ "Oooh, these are some snazzy characters, here, sweetheart! I especially like that filly, Shiny! She's got something, huh? Heheh." You try to grab it back, though you're feeling a sense of pride and warmth hearing the loud-mouthed plant compliment your creations in a way thats so genuinly them, but they raise their vines quick before you can reach it. "Uh uh uh, not so fast cupcake~~ There's more to find out about what goes on in that sweet little head of yours, isnt there, hmm? Heheheh."

(I don't know how Audrey II reads without eyes but he does okay 😅😅😅)

Imagine Harper squinting at your phone and holding it far away from his face, using one hand to hold it and one finger on the other hand to scroll on the futuristic device. He's definitely not used to technology but you sure love watching him use it like a grandpa- even looking as young as he does. It's very amusing. So you don't mind letting him play with it for a whole, around an hour, until he finally drops his arm and the phone to his side and flashes you one of those devastating southern grins. "Well, sweetheart, you sure are talented with the writin'. And those characters a' yours... I am intrigued. I have some questions for ya. Mind if we take a walk?? I could use some time in the great outdoors after playin with your lil device, here."

Imagine how the Hessian's eyes always linger on that commission of the rabbit in your room anytime he's there. He's always wanting to ask; questions boiling inside him about this unfamiliar Thing that seems to be something important to you. Something he doesn't understand but feels he needs to- just doesn't know how to ask. He's fascinated by you, and and there always seems to be something new. But that rabbit, that always seems to catch his eye.

Imagine Russ, zeroing in on Poppy immediately and tapping a commission of her with two fingerless-glove-clad digits; a broad grin spread across his face so that his perfect white teeth graze his bottom lip. "Ooooooooh, this one's cute! Reminds me of someone else sweet as sugar I know~ " He winks down at you, the smirk not budging. "You know who I mean, babygirl??... "

Imagine Scroop overhearing you telling a friend about your OC's, namely a 'Shiny'. You don't notice him standing tall in a dark corner until your friend leaves again and he creeps out on all those spidery legs and with a low hiss. "Shhhhhhhiny, huh??... who's that?... sounds fun." After you tell him a little bit about Shiny, touching on Poppy as well and explains that you have more too, Scroop's got a tiny little smirk stretching at the corners of his bug-mouth; his eyes alight with a fiery interest just for you and what goes in on your head. "... tell me more."

Imagine Tiffany snooping through your laptop when you go to take a shower and leave it open. What? Her ex husband was Chucky; she's learnt to be... uh... shall we say, cautious? Anyway, she's quick to check the important stuff, like email and such, but after deciding that you were good- she thought to peak at your open tabs. One was tumblr, and there was all sorts of interesting stuff on there! Her little sweet thing sure was creative!! Poppy was adorable, just like you. And Shiny was such a kick!- just like herself. Popshine was right up her alley~~ When you got back, Tiffany was reading through your fics with a glass of wine in her hand and a delicious cup of coffee for you, and she pats the the cushion next to her on the couch. "C'mere, babygirl! This stuff is out of this world! You really have a writers brain- gosh, that's so sexy. Let's read together for a while!- ooh, did you use the shampoo I got you? Smells as sweet as you look!~"

Omggggg I love this! But I'm also getting embarrassed at the thought too; these guys are reading my stuff??? My self-indulgent dumb stuff??? They read our conversations???? I... How am I going to live through this?? They weren't supposed to find out! 😅 But they LIKE Poppy and Shiny??? They like my writing???

Oh my lord, this is going to be on my mind all day AT WORK now. I don't know what I'm gonna do or how I'm gonna respond to thus. But thank you so much for this ask! I truly brightened my mood ^^

(Girl, Audrey II choreographed a whole musical number with no legs, figured out how to use a payphone, and knows where to grab prey. And you're questioning how they can read with no eyes? XDDDD what I'm wondering is how the heck did me and my friend not at all noticed the spider psycho in the corner trying to be Inkubus-)

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fluffyxai · 1 year

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Gray Hat Reference

This is a ref sheet commission for a friend AetherTheorem of their newest OC Gray Hat who is an MLP G5 OC here is the bio Aether provided

Gray Hat is an earth pony mare who lives in Maretime Bay. At a young age, she gained a passion for working with technology. There was one thing she was particularly good at: hacking. When she was a filly, she earned her cutie mark in gaining access to her teacher’s login, and would tamper with her own grades to make them look better. She was caught in the act, but it did not deter her from continuing to hack. Many moons later, she works as a professional pentester, employing her skills as a (mostly) ethical hacker to see if digital and physical security across Equestria is as solid as everypony believes it all to be. She runs a cafe on the side and has a hackerspace open to the general public. Personality-wise, she is quite reserved, however, she will immediately talk about subjects she is interested in, including a special interest in 3D printing. She is quite conscientious about the environment. Gray Hat despises slimy textures due to how they overstimulate her. She does have problems with social skill, especially when it comes to permission going into places she should not. She also sees most authority figures and business leaders as corrupt.

https://linktr.ee/FluffyXai For all my sites! Support me on Patreon and Ko-fi for early releases and Discord access.

#ref sheet #reference #gray hat #pony #earth pony #g5

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calciumdeficientt · 11 months

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hello clockwork orange community. do you like nadsat? i have nadsat (old commission)

Welly welly welly well my brothers it is time once again it would appear, for uncle Alex to tell you a story. An omission from the tale of my previous exploits and this, my dear brothers, is my way of sending my deepest appy polly logies to you all; twas a nochy like any other I suppose, my little droogies and I out in the thick of it. A routine trip to the korova milk bar was well underway, my cancer now barely a nub of ash and orange filter when suddenly, like some great divine inspiration from bog or whoever else may be lurking up above us in the great black nowhere. Dim opened his great big maw as if to say something, noticing the shift in my expression no doubt, a raised hand from myself soon silenced him and he fell quickly back into submission. This was our second visit of the evening, our nightcap until we four parted and I found myself headed bedways to municipal flatblock 18-a, but tonight brothers I found that this second bout of moloko plus had done me no good at all; no indeed my brothers, all it seemed to achieve was to further stir me for another few hours out to myself, the other three could follow me or not. Georgie had a funny look about his glazzies,shagged fagged, fashed and downright useless. In no state for any more of the ultraviolence tonight. No indeed.

“Dobby nochy, brothers”

I found myself humming absentmindedly, staring through the film of moloko left at the bottom of my glass and adjusting the hat placed atop my gulliver, stood up to take my leave

“Bedways so soon, Alex?”

Pete guffawed, leaned so far back in his chair I was almost certain he would disappear into it. Despite questioning my quick exit, he looked in no way prepared to leave himself

“Quite the opposite, o my brother. Much fun is yet to be had, although it is now clearer than crystal to me that our earlier fillying hath done all tree of you in, and with thus I must bid you adieu”

Outside it was bitter cold, much much bitterer and colder than I had remembered it. Soon enough the knives that I had ingested would begin to work their magic, brothers and I would become all the more aware of the lewdies, or lackthereof out and about on the streets. I had bid my little droogies a dobby nochy, that much was true but it was now more apparent than ever that night would soon be over and was bleeding over into the young hours of the morning. Luckily for little old me, I had my maskiwask in my clutches from an earlier spree of shop crasting under full, glorious anonymity hidden, too under the cover of darkest and most mysterious night. Black sky was now a very deep blue and as the moloko plus paid its due dividends I feel, o dear brothers, that the sand in my own ultraviolent hourglass was running out, running thinly like the krovvy of a malchick low on his iron. A rustle from an abandoned gazetta pricked mine ears as I trudged carefully through the street, waiting patiently for any sign of life.Caution was the key in these night-time affairs as the threat of the barry place was ever present, and while I did not fear the stripy hole I did fear for what it may have done to me old pee and em.

I took some liberties with my route home, opting for small alleys as opposed to wider, much more open streets. An unorthodox decision considering I had found myself droogless and after yet another clash with Billy boy and his other eunuch jellies could have even put myself at risk of an ambush but having no one but myself beside me makes this victory mine alone. My pocket jingled with pretty polly, distended from the volume of it. The noise seemed to draw out a devotchka. She looked poogly, her dress hanging off her as though it had been thrown on in a hurry. Big brown glazzies met mine and I could see the glimmer of tears in them, clearly she had been boo hoo hooing and for why I did not know. The old in-out always went down a treat when the urge was still around, nagging even after a whole nochy of fillying. I fancied I could slooshy her heart hammering against her ribs and what a pleasant sound it was, strands of dark brown glory flopped limply over her pale, moonish face as she looked up at me all, like expectant. I watched her back herself up against the wall, making it clear to me that someone had gotten to her first. Had I been a bit more present, I might have left her to find some other dama for myself. There were plenty about after all but mostly I was glad to have found her in the state I had. All warmed up, brothers. Relaxed despite her best wishes not to be. I fancied myself to be a kot, I did. Quite right. This is what, dear reader, cats of the street are so fond of doing. Breeding, filling the streets with as many filthy beasts as their malenky bodies might let them before bog gets them as he does all things. Never one for lubbilubbing was dear uncle Alex, brothers. Not one care for it at all I must attest.

Now, where were we? Ah yes, the devotchka with the moony litso. Very very pretty, yes yes there was no denying that brothers and droogs alike, she was beautiful. I fancied the krovvy on her might have tasted like jammiwam but I didn't bother to test it, most of it was staining her dress. Beginning to dry that horrible old blood brown as opposed to that gorgeous red that sent shivers through me when even the tiniest bead dropped from a lewdie. Not so rare and yet far more precious to me than any jewel in the world.

What happened next, brothers, was something I could be nothing but proud of. I let my face drop a little bit so I wasn’t scowling so much, it helps to lessen resistance in devotchkas I find. Despite my partiality to a bit of chase and find, that fateful nochy I was not in the mood, no autos were crasted that night so my poor dear feet were so achy that any more fillying about may have caused them to drop off. I stood there for a bit, chumbling to myself before I pounced. Her creeching was low and half-hearted as if she knew herself that it wasn't going to garner a drop of sympathy from me. This certainly was not the fault of the devotchka, most persons would be in the mindset to creech for their life, especially this one. The creetching soon stopped when, from out of my pocket I brough out my most trusted nozh. Hardly used that night, nice and clean, or at least as clean as a knife could be. It was sharp, cold, so tantalising I could feel my pan handle straining against my neezhnies at the thought of how pretty she might look under it. How still she might be if i teased it against her neck… if I teased it somewhere else. Brothers I found myself drooling at the concept. Just as I suspected, the creeching ceased and was replaced with silent weeping. I watched her chest jerk up and down as she tried to keep herself nice and quiet for me, as I pressed the blade into her neck, gently so it would only barely nick the skin. I would press harder elsewhere when she was nagoy, I thought to myself with deepest delight, watching this devotchka, already poogly from another encounter, half dressed as it were, struggling to undress herself at my command was too much. Then, out came the kot, slashiwashing with my knife the dress was out of the picture.

Ah. Nothing underneath. The cry at the sudden cold made me believe this was not something she had chosen for herself. Fearing the millicents on their early morning beats I worked quickly to strip myself of anything below my waist and get cracking on with the in-out-in out. She would have to warm up to it or suffer the consequences, most devotchkas did when I was with my droogies. On my oddy knocky I was not so sure but she would have to put up with it, my pan handle was now growing too hard to ignore. Her nogas were clasped tight, a feeble attempt for her to keep her dignity. Unlikely to work when I was in such a beastly temperament, every second wasted only seemed to make me angrier. Like when you flap a red cloth at a bull. I parted the clasped legs, it took a lot, mind, but the trembling of the muscles and the purple, pulsing, cables under her pale skin let me know she wouldn’t try and close them again.

Something possessed me to speak to her. A small slip of the tongue to keep her quiet at the world woke up. An angry throb below the belt led my mind elsewhere. I figured the nozh would be enough to keep her quiet, little drops of blood beaded around where the pressure was. Even the lowest whimper made her delicate skin press against the blade. My free hand circled a glazz, and pinched it. Her cry sent me jolting into her on just instinct alone, sheathing myself comfortably. It was clear that someone had been at her before me as there was no resistance, no horrible gravelly feeling and I pushed my way into her. In-out-in-out, smooth as if we were luddilubbing. Her face was scrunched up as if she was trying to build the nerve to start creeching. I wouldn’t have minded, sometimes I find, it really eggiwegs me to keep going.

As I moved. The hand that had been cupping her bezoomny had moved to firmly grip her waist, the hand with the knife had done the same. I made a real show of that one, creating a fine red line down from the centre of the neck all the way down her middle. Like I was a surgeon about to cut her up and perform the old in-out-in out on her guttiwuts. The krovvy only made me harder, so maybe, oh my brothers, it was a mistake to cut her as I did. But oh, it was heaven. Bog new damned. I cast my eyes toward her grahzny dress, and then back to her naked frame. I noted, brothers, that she looked like a doll more than she did a living, breathing lewdie. In and out I moved over and over, listening out for any millicents that may have interrupted such an intimate interaction. Eventually, I noticed that the shirt of my koshtoom was sticking to my back. Clinging to the skin, adhered by pearls of sweat. I could taste that irony taste fizzling in the back of my throat, it was almost time for the big finale brothers. My muscles were shouting this from the rooftops too, make no doubt about that little droogies, they burned so fiercely that even knives devoid of moloko could not quell the sensation.

The devotchka had quite visibly relaxed under my touch. As I, your dear and most trustworthy uncle Alex, kept tight firm hold of her bony waist I pondered the possibility that in some way shape or form she was thoroughly enjoying this feeling. Having accepted it she might have allowed herself to take pleasure in this. A twitch from my pan handle let me know the end was upon us and acting yet again on my most trusted friend, animal instinct, I grabbed a fistful of her luscious glory and tugged as hard as I could muster. Her creech of pain as her hair departed from her scalp was more than enough noise to conceal the low groan that accompanied my orgasm. As I slid out of her I relished in the fact that she seemed too full to move from my seed.

I cleaned myself off using her dress and dropped it on her nagoy frame. Dressing my lower half swiftly and nimbly, the deliberately quiet platching of the young girl was terribly terribly moving. I threw some coins at her litso, knowing I only had a minoota or two until the millicent’s found her or even worse that she found them. Wordlessly I left her, nudging her with my boot as she left just to check that she was ticking away nicely and the pol hadn’t killed her. When she groaned, I knew at once it was bedways for me, and quickly.

A nochy to remember indeed. O my brothers.

#a clockwork orange #acwo #aco #nadsat

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