ask all the other ponies
I'm glad I'm not the only person with 9458409850934 pony OCs. XD

I have SO MANY PONIES

So, now I've saved all your OCs to my gallery. I love them. I want to draw them. All of them. You need to create more OCs someday when you find the time :)

aaaa that makes me so happy, thank you! I will definitely keep making OC’s, it’s sorta my thing C:

Do you still do character critiques?

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/ponycritiques

I do yes! I have a blog with only character critiques in the link above.

craptastics:

WHAT IS THIS IS FRIDA MAKING PONIES WHAT IS THIS SORCERY
uhhh yeah this is Celavi, a fashion pony who lives and works in a rather modest shop in Canterlot. He makes all his own fabrics and sews his own collections. He’s an eccentric stallion who is passionate about what he does. He’s a naturally pure white unicorn, but he dyes the tip of his mane a soft blue. Just ‘cause.
He’s a family friend of Palette’s family. Sort of. Her dad knows his dad and such.
He calls everyone he cares for ‘darling’. Sometimes slips into a kind of french accent, usually when he’s excited or upset. 
for those who don’t get it right away; his name is basically the pronunciation of “C’est la vie”; such is life.  
yay for puns.

craptastics:

WHAT IS THIS IS FRIDA MAKING PONIES WHAT IS THIS SORCERY

uhhh yeah this is Celavi, a fashion pony who lives and works in a rather modest shop in Canterlot. He makes all his own fabrics and sews his own collections. He’s an eccentric stallion who is passionate about what he does. He’s a naturally pure white unicorn, but he dyes the tip of his mane a soft blue. Just ‘cause.

He’s a family friend of Palette’s family. Sort of. Her dad knows his dad and such.

He calls everyone he cares for ‘darling’. Sometimes slips into a kind of french accent, usually when he’s excited or upset. 

for those who don’t get it right away; his name is basically the pronunciation of “C’est la vie”; such is life.  

yay for puns.

craptastics:

I’ve changed this guys’ mane color like a trillion times and I’m still not sure I’m 100% happy.
Name: Psychedelic Remedy, but he never uses his full name.Nickname: Psychedelic, Psyche (Sai-keh)Age: UnknownGender: MaleOccupation: Witch doctorTalent: Communication with the spiritual world
Psychedelic has always been interested in the occult and unnatural, but it grew into an intense passion when he first tried, and succeeded, with speaking to a being in the spiritual world. He became obsessed with this new place he had discovered, the spirits, demons and other entities that moved freely between his world and theirs. He craved knowledge, and he became reclusive. An intense scent of incense constantly filled his room and he’d stay up days in a row while communicating with the other world and its inhabitants. They gave him precious knowledge no book in Equestria could give him. They beckoned and lured him deeper into his obsession, until one day he simply packed up and left his life behind. His family and friends meant nothing to him by now, all he could think about was the knowledge on offer for him. The skill he’d been promised.
And skill he now has. Psychedelic lives in an old swamp where he can gather all and any ingredients he might need to cure any ailment and brew any potion. He can see into the future of the curious, but of course, for a price. He never goes anywhere without at least one stick of incense as he can’t seem to function properly without the scent up his nose.
He has a pet stuffed raven named Bucket.

craptastics:

I’ve changed this guys’ mane color like a trillion times and I’m still not sure I’m 100% happy.

Name: Psychedelic Remedy, but he never uses his full name.
Nickname: Psychedelic, Psyche (Sai-keh)
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Occupation: Witch doctor
Talent: Communication with the spiritual world

Psychedelic has always been interested in the occult and unnatural, but it grew into an intense passion when he first tried, and succeeded, with speaking to a being in the spiritual world. He became obsessed with this new place he had discovered, the spirits, demons and other entities that moved freely between his world and theirs. He craved knowledge, and he became reclusive. An intense scent of incense constantly filled his room and he’d stay up days in a row while communicating with the other world and its inhabitants. They gave him precious knowledge no book in Equestria could give him. They beckoned and lured him deeper into his obsession, until one day he simply packed up and left his life behind. His family and friends meant nothing to him by now, all he could think about was the knowledge on offer for him. The skill he’d been promised.

And skill he now has. Psychedelic lives in an old swamp where he can gather all and any ingredients he might need to cure any ailment and brew any potion. He can see into the future of the curious, but of course, for a price. He never goes anywhere without at least one stick of incense as he can’t seem to function properly without the scent up his nose.

He has a pet stuffed raven named Bucket.

craptastics:

I’ve been trying to draw this fucker for AGES!
Meet Mongoose.
Name: Mongoose TrailNickname: MongooseAge: Same age as Logan (whatever that is, I forget. somewhere around 26, 27?)Gender: MaleStatus: SingleBirthplace: MexicoltLives in: Manehattan Job: Allround mechanic. Weapons, cars, even some carpentry if he’s paid for it. He’s incredibly skilled with constructing and building things, and makes stuff after his own designs.
Background: He grew up in Mexicolt until he was turning ten. His father was a mechanic and eventually served in the army, where he was killed in the line of duty. Mongoose and his family used the money his father had left them to move to Manehattan, where Mongoose quickly had to learn how to survive. He stepped up as the family pillar for his mother and a bunch of sisters.
Mongoose met Logan for the first time when he had just moved to Manehattan, and the two of them grew up together as the best of friends. Very violent and spiteful friends who got into more trouble than they could handle, but still inseparable. Once Mongoose reached 15, he managed to secure a dingy old workshop, and it’s where he’s been working ever since. 
Other stuffs: 
Mongoose is a lover of cars. His baby is an old military jeep that his father basically built, and it takes up a lot of his time. 
He’s rather short but well built and is incredibly flirtatious, no matter the gender. If he sees a chance to fool around, he will take it.
While he’s generally kind and social, he has his demons. If he gets riled up he can take to violence, and it’s not uncommon for two hotheads like Logan and Mongoose to go after each other like rabid dogs, but they never hold a grudge. He has a tendency to use pretty foul language and can come off as insensitive when he’s joking around.
The scars on his back and cheek are from one time that Logan and him got way in over their heads with a gang. It’s probably the only part of his life he refuses to talk about.

craptastics:

I’ve been trying to draw this fucker for AGES!

Meet Mongoose.

Name: Mongoose Trail
Nickname: Mongoose
Age: Same age as Logan (whatever that is, I forget. somewhere around 26, 27?)
Gender: Male
Status: Single
Birthplace: Mexicolt
Lives in: Manehattan 
Job: Allround mechanic. Weapons, cars, even some carpentry if he’s paid for it. He’s incredibly skilled with constructing and building things, and makes stuff after his own designs.

Background: He grew up in Mexicolt until he was turning ten. His father was a mechanic and eventually served in the army, where he was killed in the line of duty. Mongoose and his family used the money his father had left them to move to Manehattan, where Mongoose quickly had to learn how to survive. He stepped up as the family pillar for his mother and a bunch of sisters.

Mongoose met Logan for the first time when he had just moved to Manehattan, and the two of them grew up together as the best of friends. Very violent and spiteful friends who got into more trouble than they could handle, but still inseparable. Once Mongoose reached 15, he managed to secure a dingy old workshop, and it’s where he’s been working ever since. 

Other stuffs: 

Mongoose is a lover of cars. His baby is an old military jeep that his father basically built, and it takes up a lot of his time. 

He’s rather short but well built and is incredibly flirtatious, no matter the gender. If he sees a chance to fool around, he will take it.

While he’s generally kind and social, he has his demons. If he gets riled up he can take to violence, and it’s not uncommon for two hotheads like Logan and Mongoose to go after each other like rabid dogs, but they never hold a grudge. He has a tendency to use pretty foul language and can come off as insensitive when he’s joking around.

The scars on his back and cheek are from one time that Logan and him got way in over their heads with a gang. It’s probably the only part of his life he refuses to talk about.

craptastics:

Name: CiderpearNickname: Cider, as well as any fitting addition to Cider (Ciderpone, Ciderbutt)Gender: StallionAge: 23Talent: He is obviously good at working with pears, but there’s more to him that that. He’s an exceptionally loyal and generous stallion who’s never afraid to stand up for what he believes in.Family: Grandmother - Nana PearMother - ForelleFather - ???Little sister - Brittlebud
Home: The Woven Islands, a small archipelago not too far from the shore beyond White Tail Woods. It’s a collection of five different islands, connected through bridges. His island is the furthest south, and the village is named Flatfield Village after the truly flat fields with only slivers of forest that make up the island.
Cider is a hardworking, gentle stallion. He doesn’t mind it when the local fillies pull him away to have tea parties where they braid his mane and tail. He puts aside his own chores to help the villagers with their work, like carrying heavy baskets and such.
He’s not one to say no to anypony, even though some things quite quickly fire up a blush. He’s shy around any mention of romance, but is in general sturdy and calm with a smile on his face.
The orchard and farm make a modest profit, and he usually trades with pears rather than actual money.
The story of his chipped ear is quite the tale. He was young, but old enough to go off on his own. The Woven Islands have no production of salt on their own, so each village goes to the mainland to buy it. It was usually his mothers’ job with those quick hooves of hers, but she had fallen ill and thus the task fell on young Ciderpear. Eager to make his family proud, he set out on his journey. There was a merchant in Ponyville, his mother had told him, and that was where he was headed. However, he had barely left White Tail Woods behind him when a stubborn wind snatched his map, and he was left on his own, only having his intuition to trust.
Which he shouldn’t have, because young Ciderpear wandered straight into the Everfree Forest, and it didn’t take long for the colt to be chased by a pack of Timberwolves. He nearly got caught; one of the beasts grabbed hold of his ear, but it slipped through its teeth as a loud voice rung through the forest, and the wolves scattered. Cider was taken in by the hospitable zebra, and his ear, which had nearly gotten torn in half, was sewn together, with a special ointment smeared in all over it. After that and a whole lot of thanks, he continued on his journey, eventually bringing the salt home to the family.
His ear healed well, except for that one little chip. If you brush away the fur, the scar is still visible underneath.

craptastics:

Name: Ciderpear
Nickname: Cider, as well as any fitting addition to Cider (Ciderpone, Ciderbutt)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 23
Talent: He is obviously good at working with pears, but there’s more to him that that. He’s an exceptionally loyal and generous stallion who’s never afraid to stand up for what he believes in.
Family:
Grandmother - Nana Pear
Mother - Forelle
Father - ???
Little sister - Brittlebud

Home: The Woven Islands, a small archipelago not too far from the shore beyond White Tail Woods. It’s a collection of five different islands, connected through bridges. His island is the furthest south, and the village is named Flatfield Village after the truly flat fields with only slivers of forest that make up the island.

Cider is a hardworking, gentle stallion. He doesn’t mind it when the local fillies pull him away to have tea parties where they braid his mane and tail. He puts aside his own chores to help the villagers with their work, like carrying heavy baskets and such.

He’s not one to say no to anypony, even though some things quite quickly fire up a blush. He’s shy around any mention of romance, but is in general sturdy and calm with a smile on his face.

The orchard and farm make a modest profit, and he usually trades with pears rather than actual money.

The story of his chipped ear is quite the tale. He was young, but old enough to go off on his own. The Woven Islands have no production of salt on their own, so each village goes to the mainland to buy it. It was usually his mothers’ job with those quick hooves of hers, but she had fallen ill and thus the task fell on young Ciderpear. Eager to make his family proud, he set out on his journey. There was a merchant in Ponyville, his mother had told him, and that was where he was headed. However, he had barely left White Tail Woods behind him when a stubborn wind snatched his map, and he was left on his own, only having his intuition to trust.

Which he shouldn’t have, because young Ciderpear wandered straight into the Everfree Forest, and it didn’t take long for the colt to be chased by a pack of Timberwolves. He nearly got caught; one of the beasts grabbed hold of his ear, but it slipped through its teeth as a loud voice rung through the forest, and the wolves scattered. Cider was taken in by the hospitable zebra, and his ear, which had nearly gotten torn in half, was sewn together, with a special ointment smeared in all over it. After that and a whole lot of thanks, he continued on his journey, eventually bringing the salt home to the family.

His ear healed well, except for that one little chip. If you brush away the fur, the scar is still visible underneath.

craptastics:

Scrap and Mac! The blackmane brothers, to make things sound fancy. Ah, I don’t give these two fellas enough attention. Two homeless stallions.
Insomniac is blunt, indifferent, sarcastic and generally rude. His talent is that he sees visions of future disasters, murders and accidents in his dreams. He’s yet to be wrong.
Scrapson is paranoid, nervous, shy and kind of sweet. Scrap is terrified of his own talent and never speaks of it.
I’ve missed these two.

craptastics:

Scrap and Mac! The blackmane brothers, to make things sound fancy. Ah, I don’t give these two fellas enough attention. Two homeless stallions.

Insomniac is blunt, indifferent, sarcastic and generally rude. His talent is that he sees visions of future disasters, murders and accidents in his dreams. He’s yet to be wrong.

Scrapson is paranoid, nervous, shy and kind of sweet. Scrap is terrified of his own talent and never speaks of it.

I’ve missed these two.

craptastics:

Name: HoneychimeNickname: ChimeAge: 15Gender: FemaleRelationship status: SingleTalent: SingingLikes: Ringing bells, composing new melodies for the bells, singing to herself, sitting by lakes, pretty landscapesDislikes: Modern music, screeching noises, startling noises, ponies invading her personal spacePersonality: Chime is a very shy and withdrawn young mare. She is a gentle soul with a lot of love and care to give to others, but sadly is often too shy to do it. She keeps to herself and watches others from afar, wondering what it’s like to be a part of a community, instead of living on her own. But that’s a step she’s far from taking.

craptastics:

Name: Honeychime
Nickname: Chime
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Relationship status: Single
Talent: Singing

Likes: Ringing bells, composing new melodies for the bells, singing to herself, sitting by lakes, pretty landscapes
Dislikes: Modern music, screeching noises, startling noises, ponies invading her personal space


Personality: Chime is a very shy and withdrawn young mare. She is a gentle soul with a lot of love and care to give to others, but sadly is often too shy to do it. She keeps to herself and watches others from afar, wondering what it’s like to be a part of a community, instead of living on her own. But that’s a step she’s far from taking.

craptasticponies:

ALL HAIL PRINCE BABY BLUE
Name: Baby BlueTitle: PrinceAge: Damn old but still faaa-buuu-looouuusGender: MaleSexual orientation: He’s-a-flamin’, guys
Talent: Fabulous magic, creating new spells, judging others magic and fabulousnessCutemark: Three colorful sparkles that combined have all colors of the rainbow with a white flash behind them
Personality: Obnoxiously, self-absorbed and fabulous to a fault. 
Background story: Another mysterious nephew of the princesses. 
Dreams: He plans to become an alicorn. Princess Celestia has promised to make him an Alicorn when he successfully invents a spell to make rainbows into delicious cakes. 
The delicious part being the tricky part.
Reason why he’s best pony:
He’s more fabulous than Rarity and Luna and Celestia and Cadence combined
!!!!

craptasticponies:

ALL HAIL PRINCE BABY BLUE

Name: Baby Blue
Title: Prince
Age: Damn old but still faaa-buuu-looouuus
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: He’s-a-flamin’, guys

Talent: Fabulous magic, creating new spells, judging others magic and fabulousness
Cutemark: Three colorful sparkles that combined have all colors of the rainbow with a white flash behind them

Personality: Obnoxiously, self-absorbed and fabulous to a fault. 

Background story: Another mysterious nephew of the princesses. 

Dreams: He plans to become an alicorn. Princess Celestia has promised to make him an Alicorn when he successfully invents a spell to make rainbows into delicious cakes. 

The delicious part being the tricky part.

Reason why he’s best pony:

He’s more fabulous than Rarity and Luna and Celestia and Cadence combined

!!!!