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If you read the topic you get the gist, let's plan an RP or something.
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I'm going to be taking in requests to draw from Feb 16 to Feb 23 (read edit at the bottom) since it's my reading week. I'll probably be bored even though it's Chinese New Year, so I'll make a short queue for free art! I do ask for everyone to be patient as I will have to do sketches before I vector my art, I'm a hobbyist after all so I'm not a printer XD. I would also like to ask that everyone would have a minimum of 150 posts since I'm not up to giving free art to just anyone. I can draw most Canterlot species, but double-check with me just to make sure (especially yokai and other unique species). If you don't want a full body, you'll have to specify (Head shot, head to waist, etc.) Here are some examples! I can draw any of my styles, so specify which along with a reference of your OC OR a brief description of their appearance (sex, age, species, hair colour, eye colour, etc.). Styles: Normal MLP-like (Chibi is a maybe. This one takes the longest to draw) Simplistic Simplistic Chibi (Easiest and fastest style) Hmm, let's start off with 5 for the queue and see how things turn out. 1. GigithePug 2. DreamingKnights 3. Dio 4. tacobob 5. Kahoot I will start drawing on FEB 16, I'm just posting this ahead of time so that I can start right away after mid-terms. EDIT: Even though it is past the finish date, I will be accepting requests as long as you have the requirements. Just note that I will not be as free. Queue: KDS2 There you go, go nuts. (But not too nuts. I don't want to draw Godzilla X Surtur pony )
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Peaking from the hills on the horizon, the sun shined with its piercing lights to begin the day. The rays tickled Equestria's surface with its warmth, and provided substantial illumination. The sun was much brighter than any light or any candle. As the sun rose higher into the sky, the dark which fell upon the Foothills seemed to retreat. The sky, once a navy, began to lighten in its tint to a nice bright blue. It was easy to notice the puffy clouds in the sky, spaced apart from one another and white against the suns rays. The clouds would provide a nice shade, and it was seen already that the weather would involve no rain showers. As the sun continued to rise, the brightness of the massive star seemed to shoot its beams through a closed glass window which belong to a particular pegasus' cabin on the outskirts of Baltimare. The beam touched the edge of the pony's bed, and made its way up to shine directly on the ponies face. The warmth, and the light of the sun caused the pegasus to stir, where she was laying on her back, she rolled over onto her stomach. Except, by rolling over onto her stomach the mare fell directly onto her wooden floors.Thump.[colour=#00cc99] [/colour][colour=#00cc99]"Ugggggh..." [/colour] Musica moaned from the pain on her legs, and face. Cold wooden floors wasn't the best thing to wake up to. Bending her legs, the mare tried to push herself into a stand, having the weight of her covers and maby even her pillow on her body to fight against her. Placing all of her hooves against the ground, Musica pushed against the surface of the floor and lifted herself up into a stand. The covers seemed to shed from her body and slink onto the floor, the pillow somehow falling back onto the bed. Shaking her head, the pegasus tried to wake herself up from the groggy state she found herself in. [colour=#00cc99]"This is the fourth time this week this has happened..."[/colour] Musica muttered, complaining to herself. Her chestnut locks moved, frazzled and tangled and far from tidy on both her mane and tail. Taking her time, Musica mosied on over to a clear place in her room, and began to stretch. She would bend each leg, then extend it outward. Her head tilted and rolled to and from each side, and she flexed and expanded her wings, rotating them in a circling pattern as she stood in place. It was rather quiet in the cabin, though outside the birds were singing and speaking to one another. The mare finished her stretches, her eyes surveying her room for anything to straighten up aside her bed. Nothing. Nodding to herself, she moved to her bed and leaned down, picking up the corner of the blanket with her teeth and jerking it upward. The fabric seemed to flare out and neatly fall over her bed as Musica directed it, making up her bed with ease. She fluffed the pillow and set it against the headboard, and moved to her vanity. At the vanity, Musica didn't spend a lot of time. She grabbed a hold of a wooden brush, running the bristles through her wavy chestnut mane first, then her tail to rid of the tangles and to brush her locks into their place. Her sea-green eyes stared at her reflection in the mirror quietly, finding herself satisfied with her looks, though she wished that she didn't feel so average. Her looks wasn't a problem, despite the fact she found herself often bored with it. Returning the brush to its home on the vanity, Musica moved then to her wardrobe. Opening the doors with her front hooves, she grabbed a different ensemble from her usual colours. Today, she chose to wear a orchid/violet purple pinstripe vest with a matching pinstripe bow. The colour was so majestic against her cream coat, she normally only wore it if she was going to be exposed to a lot of ponies eyes. Throwing on the vest, and tying the bow into the back of her mane, the pony finally departed from her bedroom. The sound of her two pairs of silver bangles bounced against her hooves as they rested above them on her left front leg, and right back. She pranced through her living quarters into the kitchen, and grabbed an apple from a basket for breakfast. Musica had not much time to spare after she prepared herself for the day ahead. With no lessons to teach that were scheduled in the morning, the pegasus was free of all responsibilities. It had been a while since she had been to Baltimare, and it was time that she paid a visit to the city. Eating the apple, and hunting down her white saddlebag, the mare left the house with ease to begin her day. She lived on the outskirts of Baltimare, near White Tail Wood... but it shouldn't take her too long. With a smile on her face, she went about her way.
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I've been on here for about a week and I haven't gotten my application approved yet. What can I do besides chat? I want to be able to feel accepted, but I haven't yet, because almost everypony belongs to something fun or a group if they haven't gotten there application accepted. I need something to do, something that I can do to contribute to this site in some way. (PS, I can't donate yet, I don't have a credit card) I'm a pony that likes to do stuff, be assigned to tasks and carry them out. WHAT CAN I DOOOOO?? :wail: :wail:
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The air in Ponyville was strangely quiet instead of it's usual hyperactive buzz, a silence had drifted over the town like a thin layer of frost over a window pane. Quicklime stood infront of the window which was open, the cool Autumn breeze blowing through her green and black striped mane, a shiver going down her spine as she sat a pot of coffee on to brew to drive away the chill. The town seemed almost void of life for the moment but she hoped that soon it would liven up and become full of life and sound and joy. Right now it was damn depressing... As the pot did it's duty to brew the slightly bitter drink she watched the glass pitcher slowly fill with the rich chocolate brown liquid. Crossing her arms loosely on the counter as it filled up and when it was done took the handle in her mouth carefully and poured a cup of the steamy liquid then adding cream, sugar, and a little flavoring to it before clasping it between her hooves and bringing it to her lips and taking a sip. She flinched because she should have blew on it first , her tongue scalded from the liquid but she just blew on the cup before taking another sip being more careful this time as to not kill MORE taste buds. Quicklime let out a soft satisfied sigh once she had taken her sip, the coffee warming up her insides and getting rid of the chill in her bones, it was a good feeling one that she enjoyed about the fall season in summer the only coffee she drank was iced and the chilling feeling just didn't measure up. When the cup was empty she made sure to wash and put it up before going to rest her forelegs on the window, hoof pressed against her cheek as she watched the empty streets hoping, no PRAYING for somepony ANYPONY to appear and to release the town of its rather boring silence. Yet still nopony appeared to relive the haze of silence that hung like a thick fog over the town, it was almost like it was under a witches spell because not even the birds were chirping, not even a little whistle... it was a sad sad state of affairs it really truly was..
