Twimsy

There had always been something exhilarating about being in a theater - perhaps that was how Persnickety had known what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, from a very young age. The sound of ponies filing in and taking their seats, the excited hum of chatter before the band finally struck up, the curtain rose and one was transported to different worlds for an hour or two. She loved watching plays just as much as she loved being in them. "I haven't been here in so long," she said to her date, smiling brightly, "it feels good to be back. I forget - is this your first time coming to Stalliongrad for your work?"

I still have no idea what I'm doing with her. But actually, I think that's why I like drawing her so much. She sort've has free reign of being crazy. And here's a quick Persnickerz that I sketched. Because I wanted to try drawing her with her mane in a bun. :U

Twilight! That's a pretty nice recreation of that pose of hers. c:

"...Is that all?" She almost laughed, but figured that would be a bit rude. "Well, I for one do think you look quite dapper, and you are attending the afterparty. The nice thing about dressing up, however, is that you can always dress down as needed."

"You have a sister? Lucky you. I'd always wanted a sister or brother. I thought it might get my mum off my back more often." She grinned with a wink, glancing around at the others. When she looked back to him, her giddy expression fell just a tad. "You look distraught. Is something wrong...?" she asked as the pair of them fell into the line outside of the university's theater.

"You may have been more help than you think, dear sir." I don't know if I would've had the bravery to do what I did, without you there to cheer me on. "Vainglorious? As in...the Vainglorious?" She smiled at him, "That should be quite interesting. I wonder if anyone I know would be there...I hear the costume design professor, Razzle Dazzle, did a good bit of work on this show. I've known her for quite some time...but, she's just had a foal. She'd probably want to spend time at home rather than hire a sitter, but who knows?"

My pony style fluctuates like crazy nowadays. Ah, well. Vintage, your bangs are gonna get too long to put up in a faux-hawk anymore.

((I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to reply. D: I've been a busy bee.;; )) "What is it?" Persnickety moved up beside Newsworthy, reading the article quietly to herself. There had certainly been plenty of reporters and ponies on the scene that day, it was imminent that news had gotten out about the event." "...G-Goodness...!" She was practically blushing. "Eheh...it feels strange, actually. A good strange, though!" She ran a hoof along her bangs, probably more out of nerves than preening, the humble little thing. "I wonder why they didn't mention you and the others, though...A couple of you helped out, as well."

"I actually don't know too terribly much about it, aside from the basic plot - I've heard it's quite good, though." Then again, Persnickety, you like just about any play you're put in front of.

Thems is my monster characters! I have a whoooole slew of world-building stuff written up for them, but since I really don't have the time or patience to do a full-blown comic, I figure doing a blog for them would be the next best thing. :B

"I'm sure you'll fit right in. I guess my wardrobe was more bohemian than I thought." She smiled sheepishly. "But, if you think it's fine, that's all that should matter really, mm?" She blinked at the roses. Not having the time to pay them much mind previously, "F-...For me...?" She beamed, gently holding them in her hooves, "Well, thank you...they're remarkable! I don't believe I've seen any quite their color, before. Let me just put them in some water and we can be off, mm?" She disappeared back into her flat for a brief moment, soon returning to his side and closing the door behind her.

Working on a million projects at once - one being a matryoshka hoodie, which I'll try to post pictures of when I finish it. Another is something I'm 99.9% done with, I just need to find some way to make the background for it transparent so it can go on an ask blog I'm making. Yesanotherone.

"Already heff nyewspaper sabscription, zank you! Hnf!" Persnickety opened the door, blinking at the pair of them, "...Uhh..." "Mees Peersneekeetee! Tell zat ve already heff nyewspapers!" The old mare gestured at the spiffied-up Newsworthy with her brush, again. "Erh...she likes doing this to strangers--" She raised her voice a tad, "It's alright, Missus Wicker! We're going to be going to see a play!" "Are not goingk to stay? Ees he new landlord?" A sigh. "No-- going OUT! To a PLAY!" "...Are goingk out to play?" "Ergh...close enough. You needn't worry, Miss Wicker! You go ahead back downstairs, I've got everything under control!" The pegasus ushered the babushka'd old earth pony back down the stairs, the old mare hobbling off as she rattled off something in the native tongue. When she'd gone back to her shop, Persnickety turned back to Newsworthy, "Heh...sorry about that. She's hard of hearing." She tilted her head, giving him a look-over, "Y-You, ah...you look quite nice, though. I fear I might've underdressed, but I don't...really have anything too fancy..."

A faint, "I'll be right there!" rung from behind the door. A brief moment passed, when the sound of feeble but deliberate hoofsteps scaled the staircase leading to the flat. "Who ees fancy stallion?!" The owner of the hooves - a frail looking, dusty rose-hued old mare in a babushka and large, rectangular glasses - scrunched her wrinkled face in a leer at the light blue pegasus. She pointed a small cleaning brush that was soaked in wet clay water at him. "Are not reef-raff here to be causingk trouble, mmm?"

First, they came out with that. Then, our dear friend Pyro updated the TF2 main site's blog today with this message: Mmm Mmmph! June 22, 2012 - The Pyro Mmmmph mmmmph, mmmmm mmmmmp mmmmmph. Mmmmmph mpm! Mmmmmph mph mm! Hm mmmmmph, hmmmmph mm mmmmmph mmmmmph! People have since figured out that, the dialogue in morse code translates to "MONDAY." There is speculation that the final Meet The video for Pyro will be premiering on Monday. Some are speculating, furthermore, that it will be broadcast on Adult Swim. My guess (and this is only a small guess) is that they very well might show all the Meet The videos - including Pyro's - in a nice, big, half hour block on AS.

Not sure if anybody's heard, but I figured my fellow TF2 aficionados might be interested in this little link...

The following evening... ...in the bohemian little studio flat, the teal-maned pegasus shuffled here and there, getting herself ready. She hummed a chipper tune to herself as she fixed her mane into a bun, stepping over to the upright steamer trunk she kept as a makeshift closet. "It would probably do not to get too fancy, it's not like it's an opera...but it couldn't hurt to polish up just a little bit." She decided on a pashmina scarf of a warmly-colored design...and then decided that the bun should be made into a ponytail. She had no idea why she was even caring so very much, she hadn't in the past. Then again, she didn't usually go on dates with someone who's company she very much liked. Speaking of whom, he would probably be getting there at any moment. The very thought made her put her mane back up into a bun, again.

Sure! I always like looking at other people's artstuffs. Toss me some links, and I'll check 'em out.

While he'd found himself preoccupied with saying goodnight, she found the moment enough of an opportunity to bite the proverbial bullet. Moving forward slightly, she pressed a small, chaste kiss to the stallion's cheek. She leaned back, and smiled. "Goodnight, Newsworthy." With that, the mare turned, heading for the small staircase that ascended to the loft above the store, filled once again with that pleasant warmth. Goodnight, goodnight - parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say goodnight, till it be morrow.

The look on her face was certainly that of mild relief - mostly that her words had been met with such positiveness. "Well, it makes me even happier to know that the feeling is mutual, and I could definitely say all of the same to you...aside from the 'being a wonderful mare' part." They rounded the corner, coming to the front of a small pottery and basketry shop. Part of her was disappointed that their walk had to end so soon. "Well, this is my home - the apartment above, anyway, not the, uh...the shop. Heh. But, tomorrow evening's show should be fun! I can't wait."

"You really didn't have to, you know," the mare said, giving him a timid smile, "...but, uhm. I am glad that I'll get to see this. Especially with you. You've proven to be quite enjoyable company." Jeez, was it possible for her to say what was on her mind without gussying it up to sound formal or stuttering awkwardly? She busied herself with slipping the ticket safely into her satchel. As they carried on further down the street, her voice came once more, quieter than before, "I...did have a great time, tonight. The most fun I've had in a long time with somepony, really. So, uhm...thank you...for the date, 'n stuff..."

The young mare sniffled in disinterest, casting her magazine aside to go through a stack of papers on the counter near her. "B2, B2...yeah, B3 is available. Would that be alright?"

Persnickety smiled, though she could easily tell that her wording had done more harm than she'd intended. As the pair of them trotted up, a light green unicorn with a more vividly verdant mane looked up from her magazine, leaning forward from behind the small box window to peer at them. "Can I help you...?"

"Ehehm...w-well, I...uhm. I'm truly flattered that you think so highly of me. I can say with true honesty that I don't think I've ever met someone with as big a heart as yours, before. Especially in the field that you're in. Usually reporters are...y-you know. Not...so nice." The ability to form eloquent sentences was leaving her, and fast. She knew very well how to act in heart-felt situations. When the real thing presented itself, however... "Oh! Look, isn't that the ticket booth right down the block?"