Twimsy

"A lot of ponies might find it foolish, but I do live by the fact that you should do what makes you happy, even if it might not mean you're doing something that will give you a secure lifestyle. No sense in fretting over what the day will bring. At least if you're doing something you love, you have something to be happy about..." Dear Celestia, was it nice to talk with a like-minded individual. Perhaps it was just the sort of pep-talk she'd needed. "I'll try. I'll most certainly try. I've made it this far, and thinking about giving up...that's even more a dreadful thought to me than repetitive failure. Even if I never make it...at least I can say that the pursuit was fruitful in its own right. I've learned so very much just from the experiences that I've had." She narrowed those orange eyes of hers at him, grin growing, "How the hay did you get to be so terribly optimistic? It's infectious."

She may or may not have a foal, I'm not entirely sure yet. xD;; And here, I oops'd some non-pony art. I really like drawing in this style. A lot. It takes little effort and the results are pretty dang kawaii. :T

You lucky little ponies. ;^; I only live a couple hours away and I'd probably go for a day if I had the cash. Train ticket/con ticket/food/etc. racks up a pretty penny, though. Next year, though! Next year...!

It was a quiet walk indeed, the pair of them seeming to be lost in their own thoughts for the time being. The only noise amidst the chasm of their silence was the occasional pair or group, chattering as they passed, and the gentle whisper of an evening breeze. Persnickety kept her gaze trained mostly on the sidewalk before her. And then, words leapt over that chasm of silence. Words that she had not expected. She didn't know what to say, although she was sure that the color had risen to her cheeks again. He admired her...? But, she wasn't anything special. In actuality, she battled with the conflict of following her dreams and melding with the rest of society just about every day. More often than not, it was a painful path. There were days where she didn't eat. There were days where nothing came out of all of her brainstorming. And then there were days - those precious, few days - where the creativity flowed, and she'd write a line that held the very heart and soul of what she'd been trying to convey. Days where all of the hard work and suffering paid off. Days where somepony else's words were enough to lift her out of whatever funk she'd been in. Somehow, this stallion, this Sir Newsworthy whom she had met just the day before in that humble little cafe known as the Cider Cellar...it was as if he knew just the right words to say to make her feel as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a warmth that prickled pleasantly in her chest. It was a feeling most elusive to her. "You're--...you're very kind, Newsworthy...thank you," she crooned, "...That means more than you might know."

"Yes, thank you very much for the meal, Gavril. It was wonderful." She glanced back at Newsworthy just in time to see him snubbing away the foam from his mouth, letting out a small snicker. As they stepped outside, the pegasus adjusted the bright orange shawl about her shoulders, "I believe there's a box office on the way to my flat, so I wouldn't mind walking with you." A pause. "Not that I wouldn't mind walking with you in the first place, either, but...w-well, you get the idea."

Persnickety gestured loosely to his upper lip with a hoof, smiling, "Of course! Let me just, uhm..." She turned back to the bar. "Gavril? Could we get the bill, please?" The griffin nodded, pausing in his cleaning of glasses to remove a tab from his apron and slip it over to the pair. "If you're treating for tickets to the show tomorrow, I wouldn't mind picking this up."

"I don't much care for the fancy things, either. Sometimes the simplest things are the most enjoyable." Likewise, she raised her own mug, gently tapping it to his, "Cheers - to the simple pleasures in life." With that, she downed what remained of her cider, finished off her last pierogi and let out a contented sigh. Food definitely turns a starving artist into a happy pony.

Grinning in amusement, she puffed up a bit, wings ruffling at her sides, "Unt aff course, zere ist der mighty unt powerful Braylin accent!" She slouched again and covered her mouth with a hoof as she laughed, "Ehehe...but, your Prance ackzent eez...'ow you say, tres magnifique, monsieur! - It remains one of the accents I always have the most trouble with."

"Well, let's see...the last one I was in was a bit of a historical piece. I got to wear one of those dresses that you can barely walk in. It was fun, though - getting all fancied up. The one before that was a little spin-off of the Prince and the Pauper - the cast for that one was immensely fun to work with." She let out a small snort. "They had me cast as a school marm for that one. Oi 'ad ta precktice a cockney accent jast fa the occasion." The pegasus smiled fondly, recollecting the roles and the memories they entailed. "They were small parts, but it was still nice to be a part of something bigger."

I actually had some ideas for her outside of Canterlot, so I may just try to take this little lady another route. What? Tumblr? No, you're crazy. Hrm...might call her Sweet Pea, or Heartfelt. And I haven't drawn foals before, no! But I probably should work on getting the hang of them, too. fffffffff I actually have a million things I should be drawing.

"That's true..." She mused over the thought. Now wasn't the time to be insecure about her own shortcomings in theater life compared to others - she was on a date, and she was going to enjoy herself, darn it! She was thankful for the food and good company, and it crossed her mind as she was chewing over a bite of her own food that she'd probably have been sitting at home with nothing to do, had the last couple of days not been so eventful. Maybe it was a sign. Things would only start changing if she threw the introverted attitude to the wayside, and maybe that was just what she had to start doing.

"Really? Even the after party? That would be amazing!" She was starting to feel spoiled rotten. Seeing a show and getting to meet the actors would probably be fun to any old pony, but to her, it was priceless. "I wonder if they'd even want to talk with me. But it would be interesting to at least be to an actual after party...!"

A drinking game probably could've been made out of how many times the mare had been brought to blushing. He was certainly charming - or at least, he knew how to wield said charm in front of the introverted mare. She smiled sheepishly, "Well, how could I possibly say no to that face? Of course, I'd love to go!"

"Yes, they were probably doing dress rehearsals all aftern-...wait, what?" Her ears stood at attention, eyes wide, "...Really? I-I heard that it was running for a while here, but...w-would you really want to? I-I mean...with me, anyway." He probably wouldn't have mentioned if he didn't want to go with you, you derp. She tried to be nonchalant about it, but a smile was hard to conceal.

The pegasus nodded, "Oh, yes! Have you managed to make another appointment with them? If not, I could probably pull a few strings for you."

xD I really have no idea why so many of my characters have glasses. This one has an excuse, being that she's a 'sona, but...derp.;; Her hair, I've come to realize, was also absent-mindedly based off of an old TF2 fancharacter of mine. Quite possibly the most moe medic you could ever hope to meet, but anyway. FFFFFFF, those are all such adorable and creative concepts. ;O; The idea that I had for this one was that perhaps she runs a bed and breakfast somewhere - she likes cooking, cleaning, sewing and being generally motherly, so she is quite a bit like the last one you mentioned. And Ginger Heart is an adorable name. Hmmmm... EDIT: Well, here she is, in all her chubby little clydesdale glory: I still need to give her her cutie mark, obviously, but that's her in general. I'm really digging the color scheme.

Someone help help, I'm drawing a ponysona that I've been thinking about for ages. She is too shy to come out just yet. She also needs a cutie mark and a name. I was thinking Patchwork, but...hmmmm.

"Yes, well. I could say the same for you. I don't usually like long-winded conversation and simple chatting, but it's nice." Maybe she'd been practicing the life of a shut-in for longer than she'd thought. "Ohh, that's right! You would get to do those kinds of things, wouldn't you? I'm jealous. I haven't been to a proper play in ages. Of course, I get to go to the plays that I write, but nothing like...Les Mareserables. I've always wanted to go to Manehattan and see it. But yes, you're exactly right. That is the sign of a good cast. Rarely is it so easy to find a group of ponies who work so well together, but when you do, it's an incredible experience." The way she talked about the theater, it was as if she were a wee filly who had been presented with an entire box of caramel apples, all for her.

Aww. That means a lot. Thank you, Techno. ;w;

Oh, Pocket. You so crazy. And you'd better keep drawing too, mister. >:T If you want to, that is.

If it wasn't in the thread that all of us were in over in Free-For-All, then it was probably in the Dusty's Pub thread. I think those were the only two times she butted heads with Pocket. :U Then again, I could be wrong. I had my itchy fingers in like a million threads back then.;;;;

Persnickety chuckled, "Well, I think it's a given that any actor has to be at least a tad attention-hungry and narcissistic, even just to be an actor in the first place. But, it's not just about that, for me. When I act...hrm." She itched at her head, trying to think of the proper words to string together. "I believe I've still got to work on actually being able to convey it more, but when I act, I really try to get into the part. Even if it's a little, one-liner. Everyone has a story to tell, and you have to make the audience believe that." She adjusted her glasses once more, keeping them from sliding farther down her nose. "But, I feel like I'm rambling, now."

Persnickety gave a nod of agreement to his words. He was certainly right. "At least it all gives us something to write about. And perhaps that's one of the reasons why I fancy writing and acting - I wished that ponies could hear me, and that maybe others who have been in similar situations as the characters I play and write about might feel as if...somepony understands what it's like. You know?"