About wrote:Sweet Sprinkles of the strong and diligent earth ponies. Born with a stunning mint mane, pure white coat and beautiful, green eyes. you live in Canterlot, where you spend most of your days baking treats and sweets, ordering baking ingredients by owl delivery with your trusty pet owl, Ruby. Your cutiemark is a jar of sprinkles, and a sprinkled and frosted cupcake, representing your love of treats, baking, and of course, sprinkles!
You're a pretty laidback mare, and don't care much about what others think of you. You're very social, though you never spend much time outside your bakery, mostly making friends with the ponies that come to eat the, described as, 'delicious, sugary, and the best!' cupcakes ever, though you do indeed think you need might need more practice. You're only a little insecure, and most things make you very happy, not really taking anything seriously. In your free time, you'll go help the elderly ponies, and give them free coffee and your special red velvet cupcakes when they visit. You're the type of mare that can make friends with anyone, though you have only one personality. You love helping the elderly, think it's funny to tell some jokes to the fellow adults, and read to the young fillies when they visit the library, which you'll occasionally visit, when they go there on a fieldtrip.
You're past was.. Interesting. Your parents did struggle for money in their jobs, which was selling whatever fruit they managed to grow. On top of that, they were having some issues in their marriage. At the age of twelve, when your mother no longer had a job, your father decided to leave, and you never really saw him unless he was sitting in the train. Now you were basically broke. What did your mom have? Ten, twelve bits? That's how much money she could pay for your school. It kept you in your school for a few days, a bit a lesson, meaning you only got two lessons. One day, your mother practically gave up. She knew she could no longer do anything. She spent the last seven bits on one last, special lesson. A baking lesson. Because of it being so dark, your loving and kind teacher wanted to make the young filly that was you, happy. So, with her experience in baking, she showed you how to make cupcakes, and sprinkle them perfectly. Even knowing your teacher would say know, you asked if you could take it. Surprisingly, she said yes. You took it home, or, you tried. By then, it was taken by some mean fillies, hungry and skinnier than even you were. But your teacher did let you take some sprinkles. Your mother asked why you were so sad, and you described in great detail the young fillies that stole the cupcake. Your mother, obviously feeling bad, gave you an old plate, a cracked bowl, a spoon, a bag of flower, and cleaned off the counter. With that, she went to look for money to make. Any jobs she could do. While she was gone, you tried to do as your teacher said. An hour later, your mother returned with only one bit. You sat in a tall chair at the counter, ears flattened shyly to your head. Your mom entered the kitchen, dropping the only bit she had. On the counter was a vanilla cupcake, lit with a red candle, and on top, sprinkled with rainbow sprinkles. And next to it? Next to it sat a young filly, with a white coat, fluffy green hair, and chocolate hooves, sprinkled with white sprinkles. But, on her flank.. It was the brightest thing your mother ever seen. A jar of colorful sprinkles falling onto a delicious cupcake. With your new colorful cutiemark, you made cupcakes with the ingredients you had, and you hoped to make this sad town of yours a wonderful place.
My second entry<3
honestly i really like her.
I might make art but *shrugs
i hope you like her c;
i think she's cute, and if she doesn't win, I might keep her, if i can ;3
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i do all kinds of stupid and silly stuff
