Twimsy

Dear Princess Celestia, Today I learned that - if you'll deeply pardon my expression - it is better not to "drag around the beaten horse." Very often, it only opens up old wounds. There are kinder ways to go about things. There is always a way. Forever your flummoxed (but faithful) student, ~Twimsy

Someone from Russia - aaawesome. And a D&Der? I approve of this. Welcome to the forums!

Clair allowed one front hoof to fall before the other, standing straight and poised. "Many live in this forest, Knight..." Her voice was calm. Knowing. In a way, it was disturbing. She peered down at his drawings. They were good. Very good. Someone who was an official who had such a humble hobby couldn't be all that bad. She looked back up at him with those startlingly green eyes - bright and clear, as if they held the lushness and fair weather that the forest itself may have once held. "They are tools, my eyes. Gateways." The ethereal-maned unicorn realized how odd she must've sounded - not speaking to anyone living for so long tended to do that to one - and genuflected, "It is an honor to meet you, Sir Knight. I am Clairvoyance." She wasn't sure if the knight could see her daughter, so she refrained from putting the dear little thing on the spot for the time being. "Forgive me if I seem wary. Things have been--" Before she could finish her sentence, the scramblign and shouting not far off caught her ears, pinning them down and stringing her features taught with puzzlement and wariness once more. "What in the world is that...?" Whatever it was, it drew closer, and it felt terribly ominous.

xD! I've missed you too, Bass.

Thinking on it, Persnickety didn't find it surprising that a couple of onlookers and/or thrill-seekers would clamber to the scene of the disaster. She tilted her head, reading what the quiet pony had written on his notepad, her mouth moving inaudibly. "Oh. Well, ah...I'm not entirely sure. He's destroyed my window and my piano, b-but as for himself, uhm..." She looked back into her flat at the unconscious stallion she'd left sprawled like a ragdoll upon the rickety mattress. "I didn't get the chance to look him over, but I'm certain that the window was no doubt unforgiving." She didn't know what to do, really. She was a playwright, Bones - not a doctor!

The pegasus was working on lugging the unconscious Cloud from the debris (how could she have known he was unconscious before she started griping at him like that) when the knock sounded. "Hnf-- b-be right there! Just a moment...!" She at least made sure to heft the azure pony onto the metal-framed bed that lay in the far corner of the studio apartment before skittering over to open the door, poking her head out to see not one, but two concerned faces. "Yes, can I help the both of you? I've got my hooves full at the moment, so I'm afraid it will have to be quick..." ((Aurgh. Bed time for me, folks. I have to get up early. I'm sorry to cut out, but I'll certainly be sure to make a reply tomorrow! :U))

She didn't want to look. She'd heard the harsh shatter of glass behind her, and-- damned be all, she looked. She looked right at that giant hole in her window. Persnickety raced back up the stairs to her flat and all but burst through the door, mouth hanging agape at the now-wrecked piano, and the pegasus laying amongst the wreck. "Wh-...what is-...m-my piano...!" She galloped over quickly and dropped her satchel, utterly frazzled, "You bucking, blind-sighted fool! What have you done to my piano!?"

I haven't been able to play TF2 in what feels like decades and I've been jonesin'. I miss playing Demo/Heavy. Baugh. I don't have anything fancy really, but I do like playing. ;u; Not because I have a soft spot for big Ruski men. Nosir. I'm not on a lot, but feel free to add me: kifflepantsu

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. How many days had it been? Tick. Tick. Tick. How many weeks? Perhaps it had been months. Tick. Tick. The pegasus stared on, gaze transfixed upon the standalone clock perched atop her rickety piano. It was how many days had been, lately. Tick. Each second dragged, and each minute lurched, and each hour was painful. When it had began, her shut-in phase was fruitful and there had always been work to be done. Inspriation poured like a glassy waterfall from her mind to the pen between her teeth as she scrawled words. Lines. Music. Beauty. Scowls were never spared when she'd crumple papers and throw them into the already overflowing wastebasket, and elation was always a welcome feeling when she'd closed gaps or finished hooks. The only thing that she'd forgotten about, was the outside world. She'd rarely left her flat long enough to be social anymore (not that she had much of a social life to speak of, beforehand.) Celestia forbid that anypony see her as she was, now - thick glasses murked, mane and tail askew; even her pelt and feathers, usually kept decent and soft to the touch, had become lackluster in her neglect. ....Tick. She lifted her chin from the ivory keys of her beloved piano, neck aching something awful and wings sore in their nestled position. She gave all three appendages a good stretch before stepping away from her stool, moving to glance out one of the tall, skylight windows. "...I wonder if anybody is even here, still. Or, back again." She mused quietly to herself, souring at the faint reflection that stared back at her. Perhaps... ...perhaps she ought to cease being a shut-in and go out and greet the world, once more. The pegasus took some time to tidy herself up, garb her side-satchel and stepped out into the biting, frosty air and the untold possibilities that Stalliongrad had to offer. - - - ((I'm so sorry that my post was so miserably long. x_x But! Anyone is free to toss out a post. As stated, this is in Stalliongrad, so just keep that in mind if you do plan on writing up something. ))

I'M BACK GUYS. Maybe not as fervently as before, but I certainly will be popping in more often. I'm sorry I just up and left but it makes me feel warm fuzzies that a couple folks missed me. ;o; ily guise~ Anyway, this thing is open again, of course. :U

Sort of fell off the face of the Earth there for a while, but I think I'm going to try and be around a little more again. I've missed the lot of you. I have a plane trip tomorrow and then some more packing to do to go house-sit for my mum for a couple of weeks, but at least there will be internet. I'll sort of try and...integrate myself back into the system, here. Somehow.;; How have all of you been?

Mostly going to be inactive here - as in, not posting to RPs and such. Sorry, guys. Just hating the internet right now. I'll catch you lot some other time.

Persnickety's ears folded back at the sound of a knock on the door. It was a bit late for visitors, wasn't it? Stepping over and opening the door just a crack, she peeked out, peering at the teal pony. "Can I help you?"

Twenty years. It had been twenty long, laborious years. Years filled with trials and tribulations, of friends and wine, of sharing curries and stories and sleeping on floors when the liquor had been too tasty and the smoke had been too nice. Somehow, through it all, she'd persevered until she was living what she'd dreamed of for so very long. The parts she'd played in theater had been striking, compelling and inspiring. She'd taken not only Stalliongrad, but other parts of Equestria by storm as she'd traveled with the acting troupe she'd long since dubbed her family. So many precious years, so many precious memories... ...but, as they say, home is certainly where the heart is. She'd left hers in the place where her acting had first taken wing. The last five years of that two-decade period had been spent, fixing up one of the older playhouses in Stalliongrad to use as a place to mold aspiring actors, organize plays and work in a more comfortable, intimate and familiar setting that she realized she'd lacked for so long. Even with as busy as it was, the mare - now far older than she was in her prime - couldn't see having it any other way. "Ah--!! Soliloquy, please do take care to watch your--" THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD KRSH~!! "...step. Hmf." She carefully descended the stairs, snatching up a few costumes and laying them over her back as she went. "Are you alright, dear?" "Y-Yeah...s-sorry, Miss Persnickety...! Forgot that they were leaving the props there." The clumsy colt with the fancy name lay in a tangled heap at the bottom of the stage's staircase. "Well, please do try to remember. The dress rehearsal is tonight, and they can't put on "Manespray" with a slew of broken props." Her words were stern and a tad frazzled, but she tried her best to remain kind. A bit hard at such crucial times, but some actors worked well under pressure. "Yes, ma'am." "Good. I need to see how they're doing with the banner, outside. Oh- and if Masquerade comes by, could you let her know that I need those dresses by next month?" "Of course!" "Thank you kindly, dear." With that, the mare headed outside. "Not a dull moment in this theater, that is most certain..."

Clairvoyance squinted as the stallion came into view. From his words, it truly sounded as if he meant no harm. Just an aimless wanderer who'd let his creative mind get the best of him. Why he had a sword and royal armor was a mystery to her, but she chanced it. The mare stepped over to the door, opening it quietly to emerge from the little hut. "What is it that you seek, traveler?" she said in a raised voice, just raised enough for him to hear her as she descended the small porch and warily closed the gap between them a bit more. When she was no less than ten hooves away from him, she sat herself down, her gaze still unsure and judgmental.

I made a little comic since I was feeling down. It's kind of big. But yeah.

Thank you, both of you. It really does mean a lot to me to hear such kind words from others. It really is a shame when people don't win against their depression, but it is possible to do. If I can, anyone can. I actually used to be much worse than this, and it's relieving to know that I've gotten better over the years to a point where my depressive bouts won't last for longer than a couple of days.

To those who may have been wondering why I was so scarce today/yesterday, I apologize. I was feeling an immeasurable amount of depression and regret and beating-self-up today, which happens sometimes. Hopefully I'll be back up to speed tomorrow, and I'll get around to replying to posts and such.

RL > character pictures. You just have to do what you must, and it's completely understandable.

Have another, then! Here's a sketch of Elerman (wolpertinger-bogeyman. Bogey...tinger...? Ohlord.) that I did Just now. Trying to flesh out his features and be more comfortable with drawing his face. His nose is a lot of fun to do. :B

Old(er) art, because I'm getting into working on these three again, and I wanted some critiques on what you guys think of their character designs. :U I'd love to do a comic about 'em, but I'm not sure. It's hard to come up with a coherent story about a TV-headed ringleader who turns people into machines for an off-beat, steampunk-esque circus - a rabbit-eared sourpuss of a bogeyman/wolpertinger hybrid with a cloak made of pure shadow - and a dragon/gargoyle lady who's an obnoxious ray of sunshine packed in a wee little package. Surprisingly, I was not under the influence of anything while creating these three. Sometimes I astound even myself.

They're miserable, really. I'd rather get a stomachache than a headache. This one seems to be lightening up a bit, but it's still there. It's still there... e___e But, thank you guys for your sentiments. I think I'm gonna go have some tea and watch a movie.

Sounds like quite the trip! But like NW said, we will miss you when you're gone.