Toxic Love
He seemed to glance at the phonograph in the process, more than likely having not expected it to be there even as it played music.
The Patchwork Soldier part IV
Buried amongst the hair-like wires, a component resembling an ancient phonograph needle sat over a gap between two copper contacts: the security circuit breaker.
Dark Author - Prologue
Ink well and a quill, made from a large black feather that seemed to glisten as though metallic, many loose papers, thick and yellow with age, written in english but still incomprehensible as though they were stereo instructions for the worlds earliest phonograph
The Patchwork Soldier part IV (revised)
Buried amongst the hair-like wires, a component resembling an ancient phonograph needle sat over a gap between two copper contacts: the security circuit breaker.
Vector's Memoirs; The Chaotix That Was (Part Two)
Our connection had all the fuzz and pop of a vintage phonograph; constant and annoying little sound demons. clearly, the excuse i'd been waiting for. "now, spare me your whining until tomorrow.
You Conduit!
\>the spark dog holds up a finger in demonstration, then opens her mouth \>her throat moves but nothing comes out of her muzzle \>\*bark\* \>the noise erupts from the phonograph right next to you, startling you a bit \>"ha!
Home to Stay
The silly pink pony was standing next to a phonograph before nudging the needle onto a record. "let's save the sappy stuff for later!
A Human in Equestria
I glanced around, finding the pink pony standing next to a phonograph. "enough waiting! everypony's here now, so let's party!"
Follow the Rainbow
With it being too quiet for my tastes, i turned the phonograph on and started playing one of fluttershy's relaxation music albums before slouching on the sofa for a nap. but once i closed my eyes, i was startled as something fell on me.
The Crystal in the Crags
Si=ftzw\_-rpdpetfbkg i decided to wait things out and put some music on with the phonograph in the living room.
Dancing Among the Embers
And so i have been sitting here at the typewriter with the phonograph playing in the corner. although...the smell in the air. it is not just the scent of savory sauces. is nightmare moon...baking something? something sweet.
Birds of Paradise
Just before we could start dining, one of the guards turned on a phonograph near the door that began to play beautiful classical music just as the two guards departed.