A celstia. ALSO, Congrats to my friend kudz to getting better! I wish i could've done more.
Seriously, she is evil.
I mean, does she really have to raise the sun every single morning?
Especially when I'm trying to sleep in?
Why couldn't she wait until say, quarter past eleven?
It's just cruel of her, forcing me to wake up without at least bringing me a cup of tea.
And who ever decided there should be children's toys that make noise is a twisted sadist...
Right, hopefully sooner rather than later I will be putting the first chapter of my first fic up, thus opening myself up to the views and (hopefully constructive) criticism of the FIMFiction community. This is the first bit of proper creative writing I've ever got to a publishable length, which I'm pretty happy about, but whether it's any good or not is another matter entirely.
As the post says, I wrote another short story! Another one in less than a year? I know, right? This one is yet another slice of life (as it turns out, it's my most comfortable genre).
In any case, this story involves both Celestia and Twilight spending a night drinking tea or something of the like. Read it if you wanna know.
As you probably assume, i am not the best artist. Having said that, I feel obliged to share my own opinion; All art is good. No peice of art is ever worth a negative outlook, simply because it is how the artist themselves shows their feelings and creativity. You may see a piece of art that graphically shows someone genitalia getting mauled into bloody shreds, while it may make most anybody cringe, shudder, and effectively lose their lunch, it still remains to be art. The artist
I don't often post about stuff I buy, but this place has had some of the best tea I've ever had, and it's a company made by bronies/anime fans.