TwistedSound

Yeah, i would love to draw some pony oc's. I cant promise if you'll get a head shot or a full body picture, but sometimes drawing my own oc's gets boring. Thus Forth, i would adore drawing some other ponys

should the voodoo doll be a human or a pony?

Thank you so much. I appreciate the warm welcomes.

Thank you so much!

About Myself: I was here before and some things happened but im back now How I found Canterlot.com: i dont remember How I became a fan of MLP:FiM: My favourite main cast pony/s: AppleJack,Miss Rarity Hello. If any of you remember me, thank you, if not hello. i'm sorry i left for so long. Long story short my dad had two heart attacks and we couldnt afford internet with the medical bills. i had no chance to tell anyone i was leaving. I'm a bit rusty as to how this place works, but i think we can re post introductions

Computer is broken will be gone untill at least the 9th. sorry guys.

The other mare was now rambling about some old band, that Twisted had heard off, but hadn't listened to much. She didn't mind listening to them though,they had a sound that she could really enjoy. and then, when the other pony descirbed the 'functions' off the dress, it actually seemed very practical. "Why thank you ma'am that sounds perfect." Then the other mare was looking for a tape measure, and well Twisted didn't know how tall she was. She let her eyes scan the room, and then lifted a hoof towards where the tape measure was lying "Right there ma'am." she would say. Twisted had manners that was for sure. "And i know how not being organized feels." she looked around the room. "So how about you tell me a bit about yourself so i get an atmosphere idea?" (ooc: sorry this took so long. )

thats what i thought, like maybe the lesson would be 'don't forget who you are.'

i didn't read through everything, but personally i thought that by. her magic they meant love. perhaps the crystal pony's were fighting so much they forgot they were a nation, she had to put a love spell on them. and it wont last for ever, although i have no real idea.

She nodded, although she silently thought, maybe not disappointed but broke. Twisted Sound glanced at her employer. A small smile on the mares face, as she nodded to the part about artists having personality. Personality was definitely something she had. "Do you have any ideas about colors you'd like. I have a deep red, and a deep purple as well as white and black with me." She paused those were pretty simple colors but she noticed that dosge junction was a pretty barren place when it came to color. "I can always make a trip someone to get more colors." she looked around the bar "Do you know what kind of atmosphere you would like to create?" She would set the paints down neatly by the wall. Then she would follow Boxy to the back room. Once there she would stand still to allow measurements. "Well ma'am i live in Manehatten, and as you know i paint houses. However, i would love to get my other art, my portraits and like wise into a canterlot showing, but many pony's tell me my art is too dark, and not realistic enough. i guess you can say that i'm not the brightest loving pony. I prefer duller colors." she paused "Also i travel around a lot ma'am so id like it to be suitable for that."

"Yes Ma'am"Twisted was slightly taken a back by how...talkative this pony was, and by the fact that her traveling dress was being insulted. In fact the yellow pony didn't know how to respond, and she was just trying to remain calm and not get snide with this pony. Because, as far as she knew this was the pony was employing her, and one wrong word could mean no bits. "Ma'am, i dont have the money for a designer dress." and then came a bunch of stuff rambled about how lovely her looks were. "We'll thank you ma'am." she would say. Moving the supplies, now that was something that she could easily do. She lifted two in her mouth, and then dropped them on her back, because she had no saddlebag with her. she lifted her wings (which the dress was cut to allow) to hold them in place. She took other two in her mouth. Making talking impossible. She sighed internally, this pony was persistent. And thus, she nodded.

TwistedSound was in Dodge Junction. Someone had asked her to paint. That was all the note said "Need a painter, meet me at the Dodge Junction train station." And she did, she was wearing her black and white striped dress that she always wore when traveling. And well, it was not the most attractive thing in the world. She stood waiting with 4 cans of paint, she hoped the commissioner would like at least one of the colors that she had picked out. No one was there, however, and her patience was testing. The sun pounded down, and Twisted was quite uncomfortable. She looked around, all the southern pony's that lived around here. And then bam right in the middle was Twisted with her slight Manehatten accent. She stood out like a sore thumb as either a traveler, or a tourist. She looked around. In her mouth she held a note. "I was asked to come paint, does anypony need a paint job." she set the note on the paintcan, and felt like she may have wasted bits paying for the train ride her in the first place.

Somepony was pleasured to meat her? she was wow, this was turning out to be a great day. The yellow pony glanced over the sketches, it almost humored her that someone had soled some of the commissions she had drawn for them. "Thank you." Twisted would say. "Im glad somepony likes them"

Twisted sound nodded happily at first, before realizing exactly what the other pony had said. Did a pony in Canterlot really know of her paintings. the cartoonist sketches, the things that nopony in Manehatten would ever purchase art from other then interior and exterior painting of houses and rooms. "Y-yes ma'am that would be me." she was shocked to say the least,

"Two weeks." she repeted with a nod. "My name is Twisted Sound." The yellow pony would say. "Ill have the books back by the end of the week, i have to leave town and go back home then." you could tell she was from Manehatten, she had developed a small, but noticeable accent