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OOOOOHSHIIIIIIIT. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD I HAVE A RANDOM GIVEAWAY LIKE THIS?

Well who doesnt just love this number! Anyways, this is a special giveaway becaaaaause, I am giving away a special place in Trixie’s heart WOHOHOhohohohoo. My.My. 

That doesnt mean a special friend as in boyfriend/girlfriend, buuuut as in a special friend! We all know that Trixie needs one of those! And for all we know it might grow into something more HOohohohOH. watt. ANYWAYS, all YOU gotta do is to like or reblog this, or both if you want a bigger chance of winning!  You do not have to follow this blog, but you should probably follow if you are the lucky one to win in the end, because you dont want to miss out em updates with yah dear character in it!! Oh and yes, this is like you win a place in Trixie’s heart and a place in this silly story! WOHO! Guud for yuh ma friend!

Oh and, I’m more into plain bootifle OC’s than those fancy brothers and sisters of the canon ponies. 

This giveaway is a short giveaway, whiiich means the winner will be announced in like an hour! Man this is exciting!!! 

~Mod

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" Well, when I came to this city I didn't have any clue how I got here or where here was. I was told I was crazy and needed a Doctor, or I needed to find an Angel to me find myself. ", he would shrug slightly and smiled, " Honestly, I was told that people always need an Gaurdian Angel, and I wanted to know why some angels weep. " 

Daimon began to feel like this was a while goose chase. There was no way that ‘The Angel’ could be from same one from where he was from.  Many people could use that nick name. He would make his way into the cafe and look out the window. ” After all The Weeping Angel could be different. “ 

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Angel sighed to herself and hopped out onto the cloud. She made her way to her hidden ladder and climbed down into an alleyway, curious as to where and when the stranger was from. She followed him to the cafe and sat in a chair across from him. “H’allo.” she smiled. “You lost?”

He looks over to her. " Me lost? Nope, I know where I'm at. I'm at River Pond Cafe. Maybe more out of time ", his watch seem a little out of place. It was not high tech, in fact it looked like it could be a pocket watch from the early 1800's. " Just doing a paper on weeping angels. "

Daimon began to feel like this was a while goose chase. There was no way that ‘The Angel’ could be from same one from where he was from.  Many people could use that nick name. He would make his way into the cafe and look out the window. ” After all The Weeping Angel could be different. “ 

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The Angel and The Demon. <RP>

Daimon began to feel like this was a while goose chase. There was no way that 'The Angel' could be from same one from where he was from.  Many people could use that nick name. He would make his way into the cafe and look out the window. " After all The Weeping Angel could be different. " 

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Any pony on?

Good Morning.

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Good morning my small selection of followers.

I hope you all are having a wonderful weekend.

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I don't know how I feel about this.

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I picture a diamond dog and Spike in a car dancing to this.

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love it!

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Can't help but like this song.