Twimsy

I'm pretty sure she'd be flattered. Somehow. Maybe. A little bit. Hopefully. Persnicketywhycan'tyoutakecompliments *sobbb.* Well, thank you! It's good to hear that my art's taking more shape than before. :3 And yes, yes you do! I actually don't know if I've ever seen your artings...! Do you have a link to any of it? Just an intuos4 tablet and SAI. :U Depending on what I'm drawing, occasionally a reference - which is something I should probably use more often.

"Sounds a bit like acting, in that aspect - you put on your mask and become somepony different." She took a sip of her cider, glancing over the brim of the mug at him. "My story...?" Itching a cheek with her hoof, she sat the mug down. Where to begin, where to begin... "Well, let's see...I was born and raised for most of my young life in Cloudsdale. As I mentioned previously, my mother works for the weather factory - one of the higher ups. She always had high expectations of me, though. Even from a young age. My father was a great deal more lenient whenever she wasn't around, though he did encourage me to do great things. "I didn't have very many friends in grade school. All I ever did was study, and it earned me a terrible lot of picking on. Social awkwardness is something I'm no stranger to, either - be glad that you were homeschooled, at least you did not have to go through getting pushed into rainclouds or called trivial names that lacked creativity." With a grin, she adjusted her spectacles. At least it seemed she could brush such actions off, now. "Mother signed me up for Junior Flight School, in which I strove to excel as well. She had plans for me; plans that I would one day be doing the same line of work as she. But, I had other plans, of course." She gave a conspiring little wink to him. "You can imagine the horror on her face when I told her that I'd quit flight school and taken up acting club in its stead. "When I was old enough, I started trying to audition for more professional plays and acting troupes. Now, this is where I truly started getting a taste of the real world, because my auditions were always flops. I did everything I thought to be right, but they'd always told me that my acting was rigid and far too practiced." She leaned her head to the side, elbow propped on the table. "You can imagine how heart-breaking it is, to expect nothing but rejection and failure, try and try again though you might. "Anyway, this is what set me to look for greener pastures. Bigger cities. So, I moved here, at the recommendation of a then-dear friend of mine. Since then I have gotten a handful of minor parts in various shows, but mostly it's come down to me doing a good lot of writing and not so much acting. I love writing, don't get me wrong! But if I had to choose between the two..." Her smile softened, "So, now I live in a studio flat above a pottery shop, doing odd-jobs for the tennant to earn my keep and living off of what I earn from commissioned scripts. The dear friend I had mentioned has long since gone her own, separate way, and I meet new and interesting ponies most every day, just by exiting my front door." Talk about a soliloquy, you little hypocrite.

Persnickety disliked long, dizzying soliloquys outside of the theater. Perhaps it was due to the curt, precise ways of conversing that she'd been brought up with. Usually, other ponies' life stories were more boring than inspiring, but in the end, she did feel obligated to listen. It was a date, and she didn't have anything else better to be doing. And maybe she did like his company and voice. Just the same, the story itself seemed more melancholy than average. She found herself frowning, occasionally chewing over cheekfuls of pierogi as she listened. Hearing that he performed one-pony plays by himself was both precious and sad in its own right. Had she but known him way back when... "Well, you can't have turned out too terribly stunted, socially. Getting the inside scoop for newspapers usually requires some form of assertion and social prowess on its own, yes?" Her voice lowered a tad, as did her gaze, back to the counter top. "...I am sorry that things have been so hard for you, though. I know the feeling...far too well."

Thanks! Glassesponies are surprisingly hard to draw.

I really am glad you like it. I had fun working on it. >u< I've been trying a lot lately to improve on body language and the like, especially considering it gives a lot more life to ponies. And SERIOUSLY, muzzles are the bane of my existence, but I'm glad I at least did the angle justice!

There. I found one that's far more fitting. xD The other one was a bit more esoteric, you're right.

Reaction gifs! So yes. It's supposed to be her reaction. :B I've been on tumblr too long. Lately I feel that using reaction gifs everywhere is necessary. Please send help.

Hahaha! SO IT REALLY WENT THAT WELL, PERSNICKETY? "................" As far as requests go...ehhhhh, sure. Shoot me a PM, Bassy. I could probably turn out a colored sketch tonight.

I got bored of working on my comic project (at least I have the sketch done!), so MORE PONIES~ NeilWacaster drew a pretty adorable picture of his character Newsworthy and my Persnickety out on le date, so I figured I'd add to the saccharine just a little bit. Canon or not? IT SHALL FOREVER REMAIN A MYSTERY. I like how Newsy turned out, at least. xD;; Derp.

So a while back, I was in the car with my mum after a trip to Wal-Mart, and I'd picked up some of the blind bags. I'd snagged a sparkly Pinkie and Bumblesweet I believe? The last pony I opened was a duplicate for me -- an Applejack. I told mum that she could have it if she wanted, and she just sort've laughed and kind of disregarded it. Fast forward to right now. I'm house-sitting for her for a couple of weeks, and I needed to get something in her room. That's when I see Applejack, perched quite happily on her dresser. It made me feel warm and fuzzy, so I just had to share. ;u; Anybody else have any cutesy family-oriented stories that involve ponies?

"Raging odd ball" isn't necessarily a bad thing. :B And I drew them! Well. Drew the tiny one in my signature, and traced the icon from a picture of Pinkie.

Wowies. You're into a lot of awesome stuff! It's always nice to see another steampunk/art/anime/cooking/bjd fan! Welcome to Canterlot! Hope you'll have lots of fun here. x3

I'd go for telekinesis if it wasn't a default thing. Otherwise...probably some form of clairvoyance. Though I guess that technically is in the same range of stuff. Guess I'd just be a happy little unicorn with my telekinesis. :B

"Your mother?" She smiled. "My father always cooked for us. Mum was usually kept so busy at the weather factory, but he made all sorts of good things." She popped the rest of her pierogi and chewed it over before speaking again. "Whereabouts were you raised, if I may ask?"

"Ha! Well, hopefully we won't be seeing any more sugary weather for a long, long time." With that, the pegasus took a bite out of one of her pierogies, thanking the griffin with a food-muffled mouth when he returned with the second round of ciders. "Sho, how'f-- mmf." Swallow your food first, you silly filly. It looked like someone's table manners were rusty. "Heh, sorry - how is your food?"

N'awww, they're so cute and tiny and and and--! I wish I had the money to spare. I'd totally bother you for a commission~

Very quickly, Persnickety realized just how much mutual gravity those words must have meant to him. She gently cleared her throat, snubbing a rosy-tinted cheek with her free hoof as if it would wipe the color away. She hadn't been lying - the pegasus beside her was certainly someone she cared about. It was hard not to after the previous day's events. "...And here you are! Carrot pierogies and cabbage shchi!" The old griffin had barely uttered a syllable before the jumpy pegasus snatched her hoof away from Newsworthy and tucked it back into her lap, "Oh, thank you, Gavril! It looks fantastic." Gavril merely grinned knowingly, lifting up their mugs, "I vill just refill these for you, then, mm?"

The mare couldn't help but snicker, "Every cloud has a silver lining, as they say. At least the mishaps were inspiration enough to help me decide upon the rest of my play. Never to mention I made some splendid friends." She returned the squeeze, gently, "...Friends that I've already grown very fond of." ((I saw it and squee'd out loud. Now I need insulin for how unspeakably saccharine that drawing is. <333))

That is mildly flattering, MH. ;u; Feel free to bother her! She could use more ponies to chill with in the future. Isn't there a tumblr blog thread in the Brony Chatter forum? o: I'm pretty sure I linked there, as did several others. And you've always got the option to just RP and somesuch on there. I don't quite get 'em either.

Persnickety nodded, though all actions of hers seemed to cease and the color rose to her cheeks and the tip of her muzzle again when he finally bit the bullet and she felt the warm pressure of his hoof atop hers. She smiled sheepishly, bright orange eyes flickering over at him for but a moment, gaze soon retreating to the safety of the bar top. "S-So, uhm... how have you been liking Stalliongrad, so far?" Smooth.

"I recall having to take a bit of Azteca as well, but I think I've long since forgotten it. Aside from food names." She grinned sheepishly, ears suddenly perking, "Oh, I meant to ask -- how is your wing feeling, today?" Whether it was unintentional contact or another intended act of subtlety, as she shifted to get more comfortable in her chair, her own forehoof brushed his for the briefest moment.

"Running from what, if I may ask?" She eyed Cloud for a moment before Draco piped up, and then the wee filly after him. "Hm." She was quiet as she took tea cups out of a small cabinet, placing them on the table. "...I've had to live out here because of my...unusual talents, as well. Normal ponies tend to be so narrow-minded, at times..." She shook her head. "But, I digress. You are currently in Lyes Zarya - the Forest of Dawn. Southeast of Stalliongrad. And these small accomodations are what I call my home."

Just what I need. More pressure. I guess I'll know she's popular when she gets asked to wear socks inb4someoneasks.

"Ha! I would think that you'd perhaps know a different language or two, to go with the territory of your work." She hummed quietly to herself in thought. "A pierogie is...well, I think the technical term for it in Stalliongrad is 'pelmeni,' they're like a fried dumpling and they can be filled with all sorts of different things."

Gavril chuckled, "Pierogies and a bowl of Shchi? I vill put the order in right now." Persnickety thanked him as he shuffled off once more, turning to the light blue stallion, "Stalliongrad's native language is pretty difficult to get the hang of. I can barely speak any of it and I've lived here for several years, now. It's nice to listen to, though."