User:NeonMelody

hello I'm started with a new thing I'm gonna draw oc's ask on my talk page ;).

Hello I'm magic love I'm a drawer I like to draw oc's and ponies :)

My favourite pony(s) are dashie and pinkie

favourite ponies
Pinkie pie (She is my favorite mane-6)

Luna (She is my favorite princess I love her design)

celestia (I love her she's a awesome pony)

Twilight (She gets alot of development I didn't like the transformation so early but the world is a big suprise)

Apple bloom (She is my favorite CMC)

Rainbow dash (She just is another loveable main-character with good development and less attention)

soarin (I like his primitive and simple outlook, while in the end he gets his work done)

Discord (i loves his personality and look)

Photo Finish (She is by far the most intressting celebrity, yes ofcourse fancypants needs more development)

trixie(she's a cool pony but she's bad :(.





Wikia friends


Wieishierdom (a friend of school)

Want to join my list??? Ask on my talk page!!!

From fimfiction: bronyderp117

I've lived a difficult life. I'm not a normal pony. I'm an abnormal pony in an abnormal town, Ponyville. I've never been the normal one. I've always been the smart one, or the weird one, or the shy one, or just the different one. Usually all of those, mashed together into one strange individual. I've never listened to the same music as everypony else. I've never dressed or talked like everypony else. I was teased, looked down upon, and spit at. Being the grandcolt of a infamous Equestrian mastermind didn't help either. So what if I'm related to him? That doesn't make me him. I would listen to a rock song titled "Would It Matter" every night. It made me think: would it matter if I didn't wake up in the morning? My life was never so dark in only my fifteenth year of life, like I was trapped in a freezing, dark stone room with rain pouring above the roof, chilling water slowly seeping and crawling its way through the cracks, landing on my drenched head with my mane in my eyes, to just add to my thick bag of countless emotions, most of which were negative.