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Background Pony #6CD4
@Dirty Bit  
Works better with AJ.
 
“Tell me if this sounds familiar: Naive child with good grades and big ideas thinks ’Hey! I’m gonna move to Manehattan, where everypony gets along and is all fancy and sophisticated, only to realize – whoopsie – we don’t all get along. And that dream about being sophisticated? Double whoopsie, the portions are too small and you can’t sleep at night. And whoopsie number threesie: Nopony cares about the pony or her dreams. Soon, these dreams die and the pony is living in a physical and emotional squalor in a box underneath a bridge until she decides to go back home with her cute tail between her legs to become a, you’re from Ponyville, right? So, how about an apple farmer? Smug shrug Sound about right?”
 
“Eeyup, pretty much. ’S how I got my cutie mark!”
 
“Well alright then.”
Dirty Bit
Thread Starter - Hazbin Hotel Thread [Possible NSFW/Dark]
Lunar Supporter - Helped forge New Lunar Republic's freedom in the face of the Solar Empire's oppressive tyrannical regime (April Fools 2023).
My Little Pony - 1992 Edition
Magical Inkwell - Wrote MLP fanfiction consisting of at least around 1.5k words, and has a verified link to the platform of their choice

That's him, officer
@Deon Miller
 
@phoenixacezero
 
“Tell me if this sounds familiar: Naive child with good grades and big ideas thinks ‘Hey! I’m gonna go to Las Pegasus, where everypony and their mother are friends and we all sing songs.’, only to realize - whoopsie - we don’t get along. And that dream about meeting animals? Double whoopsie, only prairie dogs. And whoopsie number threesie: Nopony cares about the pegasus or her dreams. Soon, these dreams die and the pegasus is soon living in a physical and emotional squalor in a box underneath a bridge until she decides to go back home with her cute tail between her legs to become a…You’re from Ponyville, that’s what you said, right? So, how about a caretaker? Smug shrug Sound about right?”