A questionable person who does questionable things
I know I kinda let this year get away from me. It was better than 2014, but I still slipped a lot worse than I meant to, especially towards the end of the year. My only excuse is that I wasn't prepared for switching to university and let myself fall behind in several ways. Am I caught up? Not entirely, but the break was a well needed vacation that has helped rejuvenate me. I'm motivated, inspired, and ready. So, here is a list of my Art Goals for 2016:
So I saw that Skeeter and Abcron created this blog thing, and I thought I would give it a go. So, to start things off... the rules!
-Make a blog post in February
-You need to make a post concerning something FIM fanfiction related that you love and wouldn't normally talk about
-You need to mention why you love it.
-You need to use #FebFIMFanFicLove in the title and any social media posts that you make.
The Twilight's Dollhouse Comic is based off of a Grimdark Fanfic of the same name by Kaidan
Story Description:
"The newly coronated Princess Twilight suffers an abrupt tragedy. Having lost two loved ones, she begins to question her own mortality, and that of her friends.
I need some work safe Rock Music. I can't listen to my beloved curse-filled drivel while sitting at the front desk, and the few I clicked on Youtube that were supposedly "Edited" weren't really, and my manager came around the corner just as Sick puppies told me not to cry like a bitch when I feel the pain. :I
The AppleJack: Oh, you're getting a call? Lets vibrate so hard we fall off of whatever surface we're sitting on.
The Fluttershy: You have a call? Oh my... I'm just gonna be inexplicably quiet, even though the ringer is at full volume. Um, if that's okay with you.
The Pinkie Pie: You thought you turned off that alarm? NO YOU DIDN'T! Not for the last FIVE times you tried!
I can't sleep, because I am plagued with an idea for a story I know I will never write. I have two I'm working on, plus a comic... so this third one will never happen. Therefore, I will put the idea out on the interwebs in hope someone will take it off my claws.
Ouran-style host club. With ponies.
Let that thought steep for a while.
So, after a particularly not-so-fun day at work a little while back, Fourpony let me rant and rave to him about why I hate my job.
He then proceded to write this for me in the wee hours of the next morning:
She had had a terrible on Tuesday, and Wednesday was not looking any better. Thinking ahead, Jaestring grabbed her big Number 1 fist and tossed it into her oversized handbag.