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Twimsy

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Twimsy last won the day on June 19 2012

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About Twimsy

  • Rank
    Parasprite
  • Birthday 01/05/1989

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  • Gender
    Filly
  • Location
    Land of Cows and Cheese
  • Interests
    Drawing, writing, baking, acting...sleeping. :I

RP Characters

  • Main Character
    Persnickety

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    http://pumpkinpandas.tumblr.com
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    Available via PM.
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    kifflepantsu
  1. She hated to be so dramatic when life didn't call for it. And now, all weepy-eyed, she felt terribly foolish. Even though she knew that if there was one pony in the world who she could probably cry in front of, it was him. She lifted her head up once more, and it was as if time stopped, his muzzle having closed the space between hers. And then those words... For most of her life, Persnickety had felt alone. She had friends, certainly, and her parents, but she'd very rarely ever connected with somepony who understood, sympathized and genuinely cared. It was as if they were souls that had been divided for an age, brought together across space and time. A friendship, forged by fate. And at that very moment, she realized just how much the stallion in front of her could mean to her, if given the chance. Head tilting the opposite direction, she leaned forth to reciprocate the kiss, not only out of her own affection, but out of the warm feeling of not being just another face in the crowd. The feeling of mattering, of being something in somepony else's life - if only by the tiniest margin.
  2. It's because I actually really dislike drawing ponies, for some reason. xD;; So I only do it on rare occasions when I have the brief itch to. Maybe someday I'll grow out of that. I do take commissions for other stuff every once in a while - usually I'll post up a journal on my dA about it - but for now I'm closed with that, too. I'm just the debbiest of downers today, huh. !
  3. This isn't really art, but I found a base on deviantART and slapped some colors/a mane on it just to see what Persnickety would look like in a show-accurate style. Conclusion: diabetes.
  4. I haven't drawn much ponies lately. But here's a sketchy Persnickety profile.
  5. "I had an...alright time. It was not the worst party that I've been to..." She trailed off when he paused in his gait, stopping beside him. "...Somethin' wrong...?" The feathery warmth that unfurled and moved about her own wings made her glance up from the cobblestones, blinking hard to focus on his eyes. They held such a sympathetic conviction, and his words... She could feel her brow knit at the mere sound of them. Even if nopony else believes in you, I can assure you ... one pony always will. How vulnerable it made her feel. But, was that really such a bad thing? "...Thank you, Newsworthy. That-...it means f-..far more than you may know...and it makes me not feel so alone..." He knew just what to say when she felt like giving up all hope. How did he do it? Next to nopony else had ever been able to do such a thing for her. It made her feel like she really could succeed in her hopes and dreams for the future. That alone was something worth dusting off and trying again, for. She hadn't even realized until her eyes began to sting that they'd welled up with tears.
  6. "Take care, Cleff! The ars--arTIStic field is something vicious! But we shall prevail!" the tipsy pegasus chirped, grinning to herself as they departed. Once outside, Persnickety was thankful for the fresh air - even if it was far chillier than one not accustomed to Stalliongrad would anticipate. At least the commotion from within the afterparty could scarcely be heard from out there. The mare walked along in relative silence next to her date, wobbling once in a while or meandering off to the side, but for the most part she kept herself rather composed. "...I'm sorry," she said, finally. "That was rather foolish of me. I shouldn've drank so much..." Putting on a smile, she glanced up at him, "But, I hope that you had a good time...?"
  7. "That just goes to show she's an acre-- actress who can work well under pressure," she replied with a sniff. "Not every pony would have that kind of mettle. They all did their best, and it was a very good play, and they should be proud." Folding up the napkin and tucking that, too, into her scarf, she blinked up at him. "Umh...y-yes. Yes, perhaps we should go...much as I'd like to stay and see more tension brew between the elite and seasoned ponies of the acting, um...field." She slipped from her stool, teetering only slightly before gaining her balance and giving him a smile. "Considerate, as usual. I would like that very much, Newsworthy..."
  8. "Mm?" She glanced up, blinking hard - oh. Maybe she was a little more tipsy than she'd thought. "...H-Heh. That's good to hear." She leaned against the bar as she turned, tucking the quill back into her scarf. "Mhmhm...I got to writing, too. Writing some ideas down, I mean. Which is rather silly, but I suppose it's best to get it down when inspiration hits...!"
  9. She grinned, "I'll try." She watched him head over to the table, soon turning back to drain the rest of her cider, staring into the empty mug afterwards. She had a little bit of money...and Newsworthy had said that he'd pick up the tab if anything else. She could afford another... ...and perhaps another after that. At least she'd still be in the same place when he'd returned, though her head was now resting on a hoof, elbow on the bartop. The occasional hiccup slipped from her throat, and for the most part, she looked like she'd just been trying to avoid contact for the rest of the night, casually scrawling half-hearted notes on a napkin.
  10. Persnickety smiled, though her brows were knit. It was a conflicting expression. She was happy to be of help, but at the same time...part of her just wanted to leave. She couldn't stand the thought of being so rude, though. Not after how excited she'd been the other night to go to the play and after party with him. "That's very kind of you, but I think I might just sit it out here, if you wouldn't mind..." She massaged the side of her head with a hoof, "I feel a bit of a headache coming on...but, do go and talk to them. I'm sure you're right - and they deserve the editorial spotlight. They do work so very hard." In any other occasion, she probably would've jumped at the chance to talk to the actors with him. Though in any other occasion, she probably wouldn't have been feeling her faith in her chosen career path slipping as much as it was, now.
  11. Welcome to Canterlot! And correct me if I'm wrong, but is that a Johnpony I see in your icon? ewe
  12. Twimsy

    Twimsy's Album

    I DRAW POHNEEZ.
  13. Corpse Party: Blood Covered. Guh...who knew a sprite-based game would be so disturbing.
  14. The brown pegasus lifted the mug of cider and unceremoniously downed a third of it without so much as blinking. Her date's words gave her a start, however, and a bit of it ended up in her nose. Good gracious, she was rarely this skittish. Though perhaps the evening's conversations were primarily the culprit. Persnickety cleared her throat, shaking her head at the stallion with a light smile. "She seems like a kind mare, some ponies are just cynical about their work. It's not uncommon, unfortunately..." Some were forced into certain jobs, others had no choice. And then there were the ones who thought to follow their dreams, and that...well. That was a slippery slope to traverse, perhaps even more than the others. "I'll be fine. Besides," she said, "you have to make up notes for a report on the night's events. It wouldn't do to keep you from your work." She glanced over her shoulder towards the heated debate between infamous Mister Pocket and whatever adversary he'd locked figurative horns with, "Goodness knows there are enough big-headed buffoons out, tonight..."
  15. I come bearing pony art. Woah. Have a wee animated gif of my ponysona Tchotchke. She, uh...well. The title of the file is "discorded.gif." I'll leave it up to interpretation. And then a second one I'll leave behind a cut - same as the first, but ah...a teensy bit more "discorded," if you will.
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