( Well, I was warming up for commissions and figured I would redo my ref sheet. So here is an newly updated ref showing her new markings, and a proper size ref. Man it was hard to do the size comparison in show style without making it look weird, also I traced the Twilight and big mac, sorry. Reference Sheet Template was made by Ugly Pony )
“I am going to need a lot of flour……”
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“It is too cold here for this uniform… also I graduated like 5 years ago…”
I saw quite a few doing Drunk Celestia’s Tumblrpon High so I thought i would draw it up as a warm up.
Check out my friend Quill’s submission Here
Yes.. I wore black Punisher sweatshirts and black berets in high school.
Next story update coming soon.
Victor sighs as he sits in the dark beside Dream’s bed. He checks the bandages wrapped around her head for what seems to be the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes. He silently wishes that he could have helped her on his own, but he knows so little about magic.
Glancing over at the PTCD (Portable Transdimensional Communication Device) sitting on the nightstand, he sighs and steps out of the room for a breath of air. He pauses a moment, hearing the two alicorn princesses having yet another heated argument in a room nearby. He would be glad when this whole thing was over with.
Days become weeks, weeks become months.
“I promise.. I will try to wake up soon.”
Ditzy: I don’t know, but I promise we’ll come see her everyday until she gets better.
Dinky: I’d like that.
((Meanwhile outside, Dinky had a mini-adventure))
Victor slowly paced the floor near the door of the hospital chamber. Despite the cold, stark tiles on the floor he did not make a sound as he trod slowly back and forth, his sharp teeth working at his lower lip. The steady beep of the machinery was beginning to make his head throb and the strong chemical smell of the cleaners began to sting his nose. He was becoming more and more on edge as he waited for the two sisters to complete their task. He stood to one side as Princess Luna finished her preparations, and then asked him and her sister to leave them alone.
“Growing up, my father was always gone, and when he was home he was almost always drunk. My mother was in a marriage with a husband who always disappeared and had many of her own issues to deal with so… she forgot about me I suppose. I was in a bad situation but my mom always told me that she couldn’t deal with me… that no one likes me when I am emotional, that life wasn’t that bad. At school I was picked on till I learned to bottle it all up… because no one likes someone who cries or who is angry all the time.. I bottled them all up so deep inside me that sometimes… I would over flow and then those who I called friends would make fun of me. When I first began self mutilating I was called an attention whore for cutting even though I tried to hide the marks, the marks of me punishing myself for having any negative emotion, so I started to hide my cries for help even more. No one seemed to care about me, unless I was manic, but I am so afraid of being alone… that I don’t want anyone to think poorly of me… for crying.”
“Were you digging through my closet???”
((I had an outfit like this minus the head band when I was a teenager… don’t judge me.))
Take me to the sky ~
((lookit! *shameless plug* throw money at me and get art! This wasn’t commissioned but still… ))
