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Welcome to /RP/!

Hello there and welcome to the roleplaying board! Here, there be monsters and heroes, demons and heroines, love, adventure, and, of course, ponies of all manner and kind! But before you sink yourself into the world of imagination, please take the time to read a little bit about how the board works and how to join in on the fun!

Table of Contents!

A few tips on how to get into this community!
A brief list to read and follow.
A little advice on what to do if you're experiencing a problem.
Various resources available to enhance your /RP/ experience.
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40623991 No. 40623991 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Peace and love or I break your fucking knee caps.

>If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, seea suggested OP post at

Anyone remember those pretty patties from sponge bob? Where they had different colored burgers? No? No one? No one at all?'s this. I'm sure it's the same thing.

The bar is NOT auto-staff, and it will stay that way.

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"All the more reason to make the most of what you have left."
She shrugs, attempting to alleviate the dark mood with a smile. "I apologize for the lecture. I'm sure that's not what you were looking for when you spoke to me."
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"Don't be apologizing." the Doctor said. "I do my fair share of lecturing quite often."

A sudden look of confusion appears on his face. "Hold on, I've just noticed something. You didn't seem to be fazed when I told you I was over 2000 years old, plus the fact that I mentioned my ship."
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....Why hello sir! how are you?

>Nora gives a small smile and waves at him

Oh hey, nothing really bad accident with some engine.

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40516954 No. 40516954 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: AOS/An Odd Story #Adventure #Chill #Violence #Shipping #Semi-serious #Party!

>Off in the distance you see a timeworn yet magnificent mansion that stands alone towering over the surrounding area. Past that is a lush forest that stretches to the vast mountains beyond. Many sorts are drawn to the curiosity that is the mansion.No one knows where it came from or how long it has been there. For whatever reason you find yourself heading towards it. You may not know what tales you will weave in these winding halls. No one does, but all stories have a beginning and this one starts with a knock.

We have our own Wikia page. Note: pages that are being vandalized WILL be locked, and the vandal will receive an IP ban. Friendly and accurate editing is encouraged however.

Please read the following rules thread before joining. If you do plan on joining, then post info about your character in the rules thread. There is a provided blank sheet in the OP. Thank you:

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>> No. 40624797
He waited a few moments for the auto-medic, then gave up. "Screw it, I can do it myself." He grabbed a roll of bandages and started to treat the wound. "Easy now, I just gotta disinfect your shoulder real quick..."

It stung for a few seconds, but it soon felt better. Spider-Pony bandaged the wound and held it in place with a little webbing.
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Harnor didn't react to the disinfectant as much as one might expect. It was mostly because he was barely conscious. Not because he has some developed immunity to pain >.>

His wound was healed, but he was still beat to hell. It would take 1d20 = 17 minutes for him to wake up.


He make some small clicking noises, barely noticeable.

"H...huh? Ugh... my head..."
>> No. 40624853
He would look around to see an empty medbay, and only a faint memory of that red-and-blue pony...

>sorry bro, school tomorrow. Goodnight!

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40592320 No. 40592320 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Closed #Canon: 6A #Chill #Dark #Violence #FiM-only #Semi-serious

You see, the city was going up in flames.


In what will be remembered as the most daring terrorist attack of the decade, a group of unnamed saboteurs turned the Central Divide into a war zone. After an unknown number of assailants—suspected by be between fourteen and twenty—ambushed a Lonestar armored convoy with high explosives and heavy weapons. The attacks left over twenty law enforcers dead; and in the crossfire, Royal Centurion Blue was shot multiple times and fell approximately forty feet onto a side-bridge. He is currently being kept in an undisclosed location, and is reportedly in critical condition. Police are advising citizens to remain indoors, and we will report more on this story as it devel—


Breaking news, folks. Mere hours after the devastating gunfight at the Central Divide, a bomb of unknown origin has been discovered aboard the Celestian Celbratory Cruiser Perfect Dawn, which was in the process of making its annual tour around the Canterlot area. The ship had been seized a group of Ibexian radicals of unknown origin and capabilities, but it is believed at this time that they were going to detonate the ship directly over downtown, which would have killed dozens in the blast. Fortunately, a Lonestar strike team was able to storm the boat and neutralize the terrorists before their plot could come to fruition. It is currently believed that the terrorists were connected to the—

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It seemed Sam was more than content to do nothing to ruin the moment either, for his only response to Farasi coming in closer to the soft fur of his side was to give the zebra a gentle squeeze about his shoulders, eyes remaining on the screen as he left Farasi to eat in peace, allowing him to enjoy the simple comfort that came from anothers embrace. Eventually however, when Sam saw that Farasi had finished his meal, the stallion picked up his glass of Sake where it sat on the ground beside Farasi's own, holding it up slightly as he looked down at Farasi. "Cheers."
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Some of the colour had returned to his dichromatic coat after the dull clink of silverware against bowl finally stilled. The faint ghost of a smile briefly flattened into a surprised line at Sam's motion, and he glanced down at the drink like he had forgotten it was there. Still, he took the cue, grabbing the room-temperature glass like it was an old friend. He gave it a little giggle, swirling the liquid, before reaching up to clink it against Jet's.

"Cheers," Farasi echoed, and wasted no time finishing off the drink. Even warm, anything alcoholic always made a situation better.
>> No. 40624801
Sam returned the gesture, clinking his glass to Farasi's and finishing his own in one go. After that, the stallion fell silent once more, resting into Farasi just as Farasi was resting into him as he watched the film, his hoof around the zebra gently holding him to his side as Sam relaxed with him. If Farasi looked up to his friend, he'd find nothing but a sedate, happy smile on the stallions face, perfectly comfortable as they where.

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40565202 No. 40565202 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Trotswood #Ponies

On the Edge of Equestria near the western forests. Lies Trotswood, a small town on the Edge
of civilization as ponies know it. A haven for the weird and supernatural, Trotswood has
never grown into a particularly large town and though ponies come and go, it needs more
ponies to grow. Ponies who can run shops, work jobs, and defend the town from the horrors
that lurk at its edges. The town is small right now, consisting of a few shops, some homes,
a hospital, and the bar next to the hospital.

Trotswood is supposed to be a growing community, where there is no overall OP to handle anything
but OOC disputes and the rules. Everything is player driven, the story, the town, the ponies in
in the town. It is a place players can make an arc, and bring the whole town into it, you do not have
to make up a setting or anything, just take the town and its basics and make it into a place
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>> No. 40624523
"After Chrysalis was defeated... The hive was weakened... I could manage to escape. The memories are fuzzy. I can't remember before the later half of the invasion..."
>> No. 40624720
She shakes her head
"You really don't need to. I can handle it. I need to do it myself, any way, so I don't forget anything that's done..."
She nods over
"Go help Jon for me, yeah?"
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Orchid nods and trots over to Jon
What can I help with?
>i hate having to switch between my phone which has the pics and this piece of junk

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40617598 No. 40617598 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Planned #Canon: Northern Kingdom #Adventure #Violence

Welcome to the Northern Kingdom rp, wanna sign up or read up on some of the back story then visit the sign up thread in the oc.

Now on to the story

The blizzard was merciless as it covered the ponies traveling a narrow path through the mountains. The storm surely hindered their travels and none of them can see what was ahead. The guide turned and began to shout over the storm so he could be heard. "This is far as I go, if you continue on you'll be leaving Equestria. Stay on the path at all costs and you'll reach a cave that will take you through the mountains. If you have any questions about this area you best ask now."
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>> No. 40624578
Lunar Sun turned in the direction of the voice. She narrowed her eyes, staring intently at the two ponies, but otherwise not moving a muscle. "And you two are?"
>> No. 40624584
"I could ask you the same question"

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>> No. 40624738
"Easy now, I'm sure she's not hostile." He turns to the new pony, "Now assuming your presence here, I think it is safe to say that you're here to become a Herald, correct?"

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40094034 No. 40094034 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Closed #Canon: Destination: Equestria #Series: Requiem #Adventure #Dark #Violence #General #Serious #So close...

Fear. One of the most potent forces. An instrument to rule over others, to bind and break them. A tool of tyrants and monsters.

How grim and narrow-minded.

Fear of the dark and cold gave birth to fire. Fear of being forgotten creates truly amazing works of art. Fear of loneliness forms friendships and communities. Fear of extinction creates new life.

Sit for a while, and witness for yourself what tremendous feats a small band of heroes could be motivated to accomplish...out of their fear of death. Look to the other end of the playing the soulless monstrosity plaguing the land, its vast army...and the puppet it has created to gain my favor and sate my hunger.

Amazing what fear can create, no?

Look, they have almost reached their destination. Impressive that they managed to get the ship up and ready in such a short time, don't you think? Fear, my friend. In an way, you could say...they owe their accomplishments to me. Funny, really...that it was me causing what led us all to this point...and what will end this conflict, one way or another. But enough talk...I'm eager to meet them all.
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>> No. 40602678
Wheaton nodded, picking up his pace, and saying, "We should catch up with Shining Armor and Princess Cadence. I'm not sure what other kinds of traps there may be here, but we should all stay together. Be careful, though. There may be un-triggered traps down here, still."

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>> No. 40623995
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One year anniversary

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40621933 No. 40621933 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

>If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, seea suggested OP post at

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.
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40554480 No. 40554480 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Limited #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Adventure #Dark #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Unikitty best Unikitty #Don't have a cow, man

"Everyone's okay, right? Right."
You just sent a goddamn giant lizard thing over a cliff. You're more than okay.
"Now, we gotta find a few things. First, the rest of the Hoofen soldiers. They didn't exactly help much..."
Having spent most of today on this island, you can think of a lot of things that could have happened to your escort--eaten by those clawed monkeys, killed by whatever caved in the head of that one guy (why crystals?), lost in the forests surrounding the compound...
"We're probably gonna need shelter, too. It's gettin' dark."

The rumbles of your stomach agree. Shelter would be nice. If only you could've gotten a few things out of the cafeteria...
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>> No. 40622796
"Maybe so. Go on, try it!" Ember pokes you.
>> No. 40622808
Dawn lifts the gun toward the point of no return, sweating profusely...
1d20 = 1
1: His hoof slips. His revolver is now a snubnose.
2-5: He scratches a simplistic arrow design into the barrel. Dawn can now use basic telekinesis spells with his revolver.
6-10: A more detailed arrow design. Dawn can cast Magic Missile with this revolver.
11-15: With careful hooves, Dawn etches a fireball into the side of the barrel. He can manipulate flames with the gun.
16-19: He carves a curling, flowing stripe into the barrel, which continues along toward the frame of the cylinder. He can manipulate wind with this gun.
20: Inspiration strikes him, and he carefully carves out what looks like a set of mystical runes onto the cylinder...and the runes begin glowing. Dawn can now cast one Fire, one Ice, one Lightning, one Earth, and one Arcane spell per combat, plus one spell of any kind once he has exhausted all the others. Outside of combat, he may use the revolver as a focus for any non-combat/non-healing spell.
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"...Oh god dammit."
Dawn stares at his newly-made snubnose revolver.
"This is one fine mess I've gotten myself into."

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40332555 No. 40332555 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Ask/invite #Canon: Orion #Ponies #Non-pony #Serious #Semi-serious #Normal #Crazy

OOC thread - check here for information and signups

Another day, another rift.
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The pony pats out the remaining fire on his back before turning his attention back to Dust. He looks at her for a few moments, a quizzical, questioning expression on his face, before he realizes that this likely wasn't very good behavior in pony society, or any society for that matter.
"Well, most ponies, and other beings I meet, call me The Doctor, never been sure why though."
He strides over to Dust and the strangely butch Mrs. Mcdermitt with a light step. An electrifying energy cascading off of him and diffusing the surrounding atmosphere with his vivaciousness.
"Now my dear might I inquire as to your, and your fellow mare's, names? Hopefully the freezer hasn't dulled any of my razor sharp bantering skills and I can be of pleasant company."
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The mare looks him over, surprised, confused, and a bit disgruntled. After a moment, she could only assume he was flame-retardant, resistant, or something of the like, concerning he wasn't reacting at all. That on its own was hunky-dory. However, the entire station doesn't share these qualities, and the mare stands up.

"Nnnnnope. Not a single word," she says, trotting over to the kitchen area. "Let's put them fires out; don't wanna set the station on fire. We only got so much oxygen up here."

"...Or, welp, that settles that, then," she says as he pats the last of the flames out. "Gotta be careful with them flames, 'specially up here."

She looks between the two, offering a smile. "Me? Doin' alright, Ah suppose. Names Miss McDermitt, but you can call me whatever you like. My friends used ta call me Hermit back home," she notes, tossing her empty glass bottle into a nearby garbage can.
>> No. 40623813
"Hermit, eh? You sounded like a real social butterfly. But you do have a point; oxygen isn't something that should be taken lightly in space."

"Banter, eh? It sounds like we will either get along swimmingly or not get along at all. Perhaps both."

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40619888 No. 40619888 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Chill #Lighthearted #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun

>If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, seea suggested OP post at

All cities have dark sides, and Canterlot is certainly no exception. On the wrong side of the tracks, everything appears to be dark and cold, the rainy weather being but an exclamation mark deepening the atmosphere of alienation and lurking fear.

The atmosphere changes though, as soon as you pass the worn door over the neon sign saying, in bright bold letters [U]D NUT BAR

Inside, amongst the tables and chairs dating back to the last century, with their nicks and stains and worn out padding, you can finally get yourself dry, drink something hot and wait out the rain. There's even a antique jukebox - someone placed the damaged neon 'o' from the sign outside next to it, the stylised glass donut looking a bit out of place with the sombre décor.
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>> No. 40621931

>What of you isn't meat?
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>My bones, And blood. Rest is meat more or less. Depends on your guidelines.
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40617775 No. 40617775 Autosaged [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Canon: Donut Bar #Pseudo-canon #Cross-canon #Shipping #General #Semi-serious #Crazy #Courtesy/Common Sense/Fun #Dick Cards

>If you want to make a Donut Bar thread, seea suggested OP post at

Ive been playing fuck loads of game. So Im sorry that I havent been around, so here I am making the thread for your entertainment.

Story time!

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>> No. 40619889
>good good
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40265394 No. 40265394 [View]
#Closed #Canon: The Swirlies #Adventure #Dark #Violence #Non-pony #Serious

His hand moved with fluid certainty as each stroke of the charcoal pencil brought forth a little more detail to the scene before him. It was not his best, but then again, maps hardly ever were. His thin hands were not striving to create one of his often hailed as 'magnificent' artworks, but rather working the outline of a battlefield; a tool that he would use to illustrate the carefully thought out plan in his mind.

The tip of the charcoal snaps and shoots across the table, bouncing off the sleek maroon leather seat across from him before rolling to a stop on the floor. He sighs.

He often got nervous just before a hunt with a new group. There was so much room for error, and so little for success. A simple and seemingly straight-forward plan could be tossed to the fryers if you lacked the basics of a group dynamic. Trust, of course, was the key element if you were to have a successful hunt. But how could one trust someone they new very little of? It was difficult, and sometimes almost nigh impossible. He himself had seen it too many times in his years on the streets. All it took was a inkling of doubt or fear, and before you knew it, that kid who was supposed to watch your back was now a mile down the road and still running, leaving you open to attack. He didn't want that. Didn't need it, and he wouldn't have it. Which was why he was going to test them first. See how they could hold up as a team before they went after the big prize.

With the same fluid motion used to draw the streets, trees, and shops-all key area points to be used for the first test-his hand reached to his coat pocket and withdrew a small sharpener, which he went on to use to carve a new point from his tool, his eyes glancing up briefly at the door, and then the clock. Seven fourty two. The sun had yet
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"Benny? That guy's got all his social skills from the trash he sleeps on. We getting in the habit of playing the telephone game with our info now?" James blabbed, probably sounding a little more accusative than he needed to. Yeah, he was starting to get antsy again. His hot feet were cooking in the boots - probably going to melt right through the floor if they didn't get a start, and a good one.

"Now me, I'd start wondering why Benny hasn't gotten snacked yet if he didn't stink so bad..."

James seemed to become suddenly aware of his own existence, and how that was going for him. He raised his arm and took a wiff. On anyone else's face, the slightly dissatisfied frown would have probably been a dry heave.

"Guess I'm safe. Y'all could get with the frontal plans near where the Toddlers in Tiaras was found, in case our baddie is building some secret underground lair with sharks and laser beams. I could poke around Benny's royal bedchambers and maybe check around... " the kid obviously was improvising at this point, as he made his usual brain buffering gesture of twirling his finger next to his head, only vaguely disguising it by dropping it to a point on the map. It was just some little path tangential to the pond. "Here. Near this jelly stain. I hear monsters love those kinds of places."
>> No. 40608490
Roth barely even managed a shrug at James verdict of 'ol Benny, not caring enough to argue. It would be a waist of precious minutes to dispute the credibility of his snoopy little friend.

He watches and notes the area that James points to with an approving nod. If it were any one else, he might have shown a little concern about splitting the group apart, but not with James. He was too wild for anything short of a humanoid typhoon to take him down, and the park wasn't huge. Roth would be able to hear a whistle or a cry for help.

"Good idea, be easier to cover more ground. Me and Marcus will take the front end of the park then and if we're lucky maybe catch the pisser and chase him back toward you. You gonna need some gear, Spark? I got some flashlights and a few firecrackers in my side pocket."

He pulls his backpack towards his chest and starts digging around in his luggage, pulling out a few light-weight flashlights and a paperbag.

"Be careful snooping around Bennys spot. He's got a few booby traps set up for me. Nothing too dangerous though."

Roths nonchalant mention of the traps makes it sound as if he were just inviting a good friend over to come have dinner at his house and afterwards play a few games. Nothing dangerous at all.
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Your word...


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40460129 No. 40460129 [View] [Last 50 posts]
#Open #Pseudo-canon #Series: End times or something darker #Adventure #Crossover #Dark #Violence #Semi-serious #Normal

Link to ooc which you should read before hopping in:

Week One-Canterlot

My dearest Toby,
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>> No. 40608421
"My name is Shining Armour. And you would be?.. "

As soon as the gun is putnaway the barrier around Blue dissolves.

" Perhaps so, but currently it is the best we got. Beggars can't be choosers."

The guard pauses for a moment and looks around the ruined remains of the once grand building.
>> No. 40608568
"None of you're fuckin' business."

"It would be idiotic to leave."

Reapo continues pestering Toby, getting panicky.
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40616025 No. 40616025 [View]

Looking for someone that might be interested in either of the RPs described here. Ponies are easily involved in both :)

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>dat furry link
>nopes right outta there

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