Hey there everyone, just me here checking back in - and asking for a little help for a friend of mine. Currently, the fellow people over at Ask Philososhy on tumblr have run into a few issues... They need to get at least $300 in the next 10 days. Now, I would like to ask you for your help and to maybe donate a bit to them if you can spare it, but it is also understandable if you cannot.
They don't want all that much from any given person, but if a few people give $10, then they will be that much closer to earning their keep in their current studio, and might be able to pull everything off for the next month. But hey, $10 is only 2 Starbucks coffee's if you really do think about it.
I can't ask for much, or even expect you guys to donate at all, but if you can that would really help out the people over at Ask Philososhy. So please, if you can spare it - help a fellow brony out! Don't be afraid to ask them questions either, the writer behind Philososhy is a nice person to talk to, and if you get them on skype they are always more than willing to strike up a conversation!
(And thanks if you can manage just a few dollars to these wonderful people.)
And a taste of writing, something I did for a little ask blog over on tumblr: Ask-Palette ModBlog:
Bats echoed through the night, their incessant little squeaks seeming to come from each and every way as a lone pony made her way through the city streets. There was no rush in the steps she took. It was as if she was only delaying the inevitable as the dark surrounded her, the orange glow of the street lamps providing little comfort from the night. A lone tear slowly slid down the side of her cheek, her creme fur turning darker as it progressed down her muzzle. It dangled from her jaw from a mere moment before the jolt of her steps tossed it to a puddle just beneath her, falling with a soft plink. Her name was Palette, as most had always called her. She had a few nicknames here and there, but never anything that actually stuck in stone. She wore a paintbrush upon her creme flank, her mane flaunting shades of pink, and a lovely lavender.
The smells of the city surrounded Palette, the recent downpour giving a stronger sense to everything around her. Somepony was preparing some sort of stew as the scent of carrots and potatoes held lightly in the air, and even though it was reasonably humid, it felt dry. As the air flowed through her nostrils and her mouth, she could taste the dust in the air and feel it within her lungs, but one could not see any dust around. It was just dry, and dirty. But as Palette was, the dry air was something that she came to enjoy. The one constant thing she could count on through the night, and through the day… unlike other things in her life.
By no means was she living as hard as she had seen other ponies throughout her lifetime, but sometimes she felt like she was in the slums of it all. Almost as if it was all out for her, and as if she could never get rid of it. But as it is, that may just be what comes of love. Love. Palette closed her eyes for just a moment, trying to bring back the memories that made her love, the memories that gave her a reason to remember him. She continued along the sidewalk, even with her eyes closed as she hung her head low, the memories she had something she knew would never come again.
Humid, that’s what it was. A heavy rain had just come across the lands, and with that large puddles here and there. Small foals played in the puddles as long as they could, coating themselves in the thick mud before their parents came along to pull them from the slimy depths of the puddles. Sometimes, it wasn’t just those young foals who decided it was a good day to enjoy the mud and the rain that had been so graciously given to them. Sometimes, it was just time to have fun and let everything else around them go. Time to themselves, while they could still enjoy it.
That’s what Joen and Palette had in mind, two ponies who were most definitely in love. They didn’t see what every other pony saw between them, and whether it was they enjoyed the friendship too much to give it up no pony would ever come to know.
Palette lay in the dirt, mud staining her body as her mane slowly sunk into the puddle. Her hooves rested lightly on her chest as she looked towards the sky, the baby blue starting to slowly shine through the dark clouds. With a soft sigh, she began to slowly close her eyes, and cracked a smile across her lips. All just for Joen to come along, and plop back into the mud just beside Palette, flooding a bit of mud over her body. With a cute giggle, Palette looked over to Joen, his fur seemingly untouched by the mud; his natural color blending with it nicely. In a mere moment, Joen looked over to her, and with a large smile plastered upon his face, he dug his hoof into the mud and dabbed a bit onto Palette’s nose.
She smiled, laughed, and wrestled Joen in the mud for as long as she could come to remember. It was one of the times that she had held so near and dear to her heart…
…before she was back into the real world, out of her memories. Palette’s cheeks were dampened from the tears of her past, as she glanced down at the road below her hooves. It was almost as if it was straight from her memories, as she lifted her hoof and stared at the mud that coated it for just a moment. Pressing her hoof against her nose, she could feel the cold and the wet, as it slowly began to crust and turn to the dirt it had once been. A smile was to be had for the moment, the memories of Joen that much more alive.
It was brighter… Yes, much brighter… and it seemed to be getting brighter with every moment she stood in the street. As Palette knew, it was much too early for the sun to be rising, and even if it had been rising it would be at a much slower pace. She rose her head just in time to see the light approaching her faster than she had seen it ever before, and she stood petrified in fear. All that she could do was stand there as it came closer and closer, and the point of impact came upon her. And yet it came, but so very different from what she had expected and with a voice so familiar to her.
“PALET-” she heard the voice call as she felt her body jolt forward, as somepony had came and pushed her out of the way. In that moment, she heard the sudden crashing thud of a body against metal, and the sloshing as it got tossed through the mud before coming to a stop.
Joen…? She thought to herself as she wiped the mud from her face, clearing her vision as she slowly stood trying to regain her balance. She looked to where the mud had been cleared away by the force of the body, and saw the trail of blood as it set just upon the mud, slowly spreading through it. At the end of the trail lay a familiar brown colt, his chest slowly moving up and down as he weezed violently, a slight trickle of blood running out of his mouth.