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PrisonedMuffin
Fine Arts - Two hundred uploads with a score of over a hundred (Safe/Suggestive)
The End wasn't The End - Found a new home after the great exodus of 2012

I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much fucking pain that it’ll make Luna being banished to the moon look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many fucking batponies you fight with to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my fucking carriage out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to pony hell, population: you
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The End wasn't The End - Found a new home after the great exodus of 2012

@PrisonedMuffin
 
What the buck did you just bucking say about me, you little foal? Ill have you know I graduated top of my class in the Royal guards, and Ive been involved in numerous secret raids on the changelings, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in parasprite warfare and Im the top flyer in the entirety of the wonderbolts . You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the buck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on Dirtville, mark my bucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across Equestria and your cutie mark is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, parasprite. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your magic. Youre bucking dead, colt. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and thats just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in unwinged combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Luna batponies and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass (no offenses) off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little clever comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your bucking tongue. But you couldnt, you didnt, and now youre paying the bits, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re bucking dead, kiddo.