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. )

While I enjoyed other theories, I'd like to comment on this one.

Perhaps the song is a play on words. When it says, "her magic will not last forever", it means a spell she cast will not last forever. So basically, they have to save the day before the spell wears off, in which something similar to what Flutterscotch described (forgetting about love and friendship) occurs. They have to make them see the light themselves before the spell keeping them 'sane' wears off. When that happens, the spell and curse type thing will wear off at the same time.

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

Twisted was overwhelmed with joy when the mare let her use her library card. "Thank you, i wont let you down." Twisted Sound said. "When are they due?" She asked, for further clarification. this was turning out to be a good day, even if her client here canceled his appointment. he had found someone else to paint for him. The only good side of this was she got a small, 'vacation' she wasn't quite sure what to do with her time.

It seemed so easy, Twisted was almost angry. she could never do something like that. She glanced at the covers of the book. they looked intensely thick. she wondered if she could finish them before she had to leave town. And then came a question, something about a library card, twisted didn't even know what that was. and thus she said. "I don't.have a library card." she obviously didn't understand how a library worked. she suddenly realized that she had forgotten something "Thank you for your help too. "

Yeah i agree, although with character development anything is possible.

Hello, Welcome to the community

im rather new too, however im alwayse open to talk. Just throw me a message sometimes.

I like all of the ponys but snips and snails. i sorry but i just cant like them at this point, it may change though.

(oh opps,)

The yellow pony jumped when she herd words, because she hadn't expected them. When the other pony told her this place was full of books, Twisted got annoyed, really she knew this was a library and that library had books, she wasn't dumb."Yeah? i wouldn't have guesed" she said snidely, however, she quickly calmed herself. "Im sorry. i didn't mean to be rude." The lemonade colored pony, would heave a sigh "Yeah im looking for a book, one on house painting, and one on the history of art in equestria. i just, dont know where to look." she admitted humbly, perhaps this mare could help her, and see through her previously rude behavior. Twisted Sound Really needed that first book for work. if she couldn't do it right she couldn't earn bits. Which were coming in slow at the mome

(i know she has a profile, but this is an rp with someone whos character has not been accepted yet.)

Twisted Sound paced back and forth. She was nervous e being around Canterlot ponies. the ones she wished, oh so much, would love her paintings. but she wasn't here on a sail pitch or a glory. she was here on business, or well research. she may have been an artist, but sometimes she needed a good book, and while she was in town she figured the library may have been the best place to look. The truth was that Twisted didn't read very well, and upon entering the library, she found herself lost.

She had never been in a library, well not since she was a filly. And thus she did the only sensible thing she could think of. She swallowed her pride, even though her insides screamed Oh come on Twisted, this is a bucking library for celestia's sake. She sighed, making sure she didn't look too annoying or picky, but also trying to look and walk more sophisticated than she normally would.

"Hello, is anyone here, I- I would like some help" She paused. "I'm looking for some books?" She hoped that that was how you were suppose to ask.

Okay that sounds good, thank you

I've never rped on here before, but do you want me to start?

I Would also be interested in an rp. i have Twisted sound, whos profile cant be found in my character log.

they are both artists, so perhaps that is what we cant base the rp around.