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av1dence · 25 days

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my mlp oc - Astral Darling ☆☄️

BASE IS NOT MINE I FOUND IT ON PINTEREST, CTTO !!!

backstory >:D

-she was born to a unicorn mother and a pegasus father

-her mother told her tales of her late father who was well-known for his skilled and fast flying that he was like a meteor in the night sky and that if there's ever a shooting star, it's probably her father

-bcus of this, Astral always dreamed of being a pegasus or an alicorn so she could fly up to the stars and see her father (and also so she could be as good at flying as him) (she's still grateful to be a unicorn tho)

-as a filly, her unicorn magic was a lot weaker than other fillies her age. to make it even worse, her mother was a talented unicorn that was good at magic, so Astral felt insecure of herself

-her mother was very sweet tho and always supported her and gave her the faith to believe in herself :D

-Astral tried to get into Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns cus she wanted to be a well-known, excellent magic caster, but she wasn't skilled enough to pass the entrance test

-so she kept on training n training n training and studying and studying and studying. progress was very slow unfortunately 😔

-one day, after she failed once again to lift a small box, she nearly gave up. she thought of her father who would've been proud of her, and her mother who's been her role model her entire life. she sighed cus all she ever wanted was to be a star like they were. her mother understood Astral's frustration and comforted her. her words gave Astral hope to try one last time, and that's when the sonic rainboom thing happened

she had a burst of magic that caused her transport herself to a diff dimension, which was the dream land thing that Luna governed, then she transported to a 3d looking dimension, then a future dimension, then a glowing white one, and she just kept travelling through different dimensions until she reached one where everything around her was stars and she could see souls that looked like clusters of stars. in this dimension, her father's soul approached her and embraced her, telling her how proud he was of her and that she was destined for greatness. she finally transported back to reality but she fainted cus she literally just traversed through the fabrics of time and space

and that's how she got her cutie mark ^^

-that's the only powerful thing she could do, she still had to learn how to do basic magic and how to control her newfound talent of travelling dimensions

-she gave up trying to get into the school cus she didn't know other spells and couldn't properly display her dimension travelling thing cus she didn't know how to "activate" (for lack of a better word) it

-she decided to just kept practicing and studying independently with the help of her mother. she eventually got better as she grew up and her magic's as good as an average unicorn :)

-she's very curious and adventurous bcus she rarely ever got to explore and know the world around her as a child without her mother interfering. her mother became a bit overprotective because she was always afraid Astral would get hurt since she was young, didn't know how to use her magic, couldn't fly, and wasn't as strong as most earth ponies were

-before passing from old age, Astral's mother made sure to give her the most delightful enlightening life changing inspiring heart melting speech to her beloved daughter. Astral kept faith in herself and her skills. despite her failures, she always had hope and was determined to become a great magic user!! yay!!

-she became best friends with a successful pegasus performer but that's for another post

she meets mane 6 eventually idk when but yeah she hecomes friends w them idk something sometjing

she's more involved in eqg (similar to sunset shimmer) but i dont have a design for her yet 😔😔

#mlp #my little pony #mlp oc #my little pony oc #oc #original character #dont you just love putting “parents died” in your ocs backstories #hahahhahaha #my little pony original character #astral darling #also her hair was straighter but the rainboom caused it to be kinda wavy (like how pinkie had her hair from straight -> curly)

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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Hiiiiii! I was wondering if you had any other deleted scenes you could share from earlier on in SS? 👀

hiii!! yes, I do!!

here's one from when I was writing it in Jake's perspective in first person and Filly was an OC named Sookie!!

Sookie and I are straying behind everyone else, our arms brushing against each other’s as we walk. My hands are shoved deeply in my linty pockets and hers are freely tugging at the hem of her dress, an absent hum in her throat.

“Winner takes it all,” I repeat softly, furrowing my brows. “Define all.”

Sookie snorts, grinning.

“Well, you’re buyin’ me breakfast,” she tells me. “And I’m the winner so I’ll take it all: orange juice, bacon, hotcakes, eggs, hash browns, sausage, grits.”

I’d forgotten about our plans for breakfast, which we made late last night in Eliza’s driveway as she fruitlessly attempted jumping jacks to aid in her sobriety before having to face her daddy. He always waits up for her.

“You’re a real pain in my ass,” I grumble, straining to remember how much cash I have in my wallet. It’s at least an even $75 after Mr. Underwood paid me for May a couple days ago. “And you can have bacon or sausage. Not both. Hear me, young lady?”

“Fine,” Sookie agrees, sighing. She hooks her arm in mine, leaning against my shoulder. “You’re a grumpy old man these days,” she says thoughtfully, biting her lip.

I laugh and she squeezes my bicep.

“We were born the same year,” I argue.

She ignores this entirely.

“Maybe you need to get laid,” she says softly--softly enough for only me to hear. She didn’t hesitate before she said it--it just fell from her mouth and floated up to my ears privately like she’d been rehearsing it.

But it almost stops me in my tracks. She may as well have strapped lead shoes on my feet and cracked a whip in the air. I feel I might keel over in the narrow aisle, falling face first into the creaky wood flooring. She’s not even looking at me, though--her shoulders are squared and she’s staring straight ahead as she pretends that she doesn’t notice my gaze.

I could say anything, really. Wanna help me out with that? I know we’ve been the best of friends since basically the dawn of humanity, but Hell--let’s take a chance! Or I get laid plenty, Sookie-girl, thank you very much, ma’am. Or a more casual Hmm, are you volunteering? You know--just as a one-time thing. Get it out of our systems. Just to see what it’s like before I go. Maybe it would be the perfect moment to confess that I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember and I want nothing more than to lay you down, Sookie-girl. But not like I laid Emmaline Oddette down or Sarah Porter or Wanda Webster or Ruth Lown or Annabelle Raitt or any other girl that I’ve cycled through.

“That’s what you think?” I ask--my voice is thin. Fuckin’ Hell.

The chattering is too loud for anyone to hear our conversation. But I swear, above all of the clattering and clacking heels and sniffling and coughing and sighing, I can hear Sookie swallow harshly.

“Maybe it is what I think,” she says, shrugging like this is a conversation we have regularly. She keeps her shoulders impeccably straight, that fabric stretching across her breasts straining. Every step she takes, the hem of her dress dangles dangerously close to her fingertips.

I don’t know what to say--but I know that it would be worse if I said nothing.

So I swallow hard now, plastering a grin on my face, shaking my head. She’s peering at me from the corner of her eye now--I pretend not to see.

“Well,” I sigh, “what’re you gonna do about it?”

Now she has lead shoes strapped to her feet. She stops dead in her tracks, mouth ajar and eyes wide. Gaping--that’s what she’s doing as she stares at me. And everyone is trying to maneuver around us, patting our shoulders, excusing themselves politely. I have to move closer to her so people can pass--so close that when she inhales, her breasts press into my ribs.

For some reason, all I can think about is that scar on Sookie’s chest. It’s a little thing, sitting in the middle of her diaphragm, whitened and puffy with age. I was the one that gave it to her; accidentally ashing a cigarette on her when we were thirteen, sizzling her skin. I branded her in a cluster of itty-bitty marks--like a firework exploding. She didn’t tell on me. She’d blistered a little bit, biting her lip hard whenever anything touched them. But she never made me say sorry and I never said sorry--even though I was. I’d pressed cold paper towels against the wounds--which I knew were going to scar--for hours, her shirt pulled off so she was just in a flimsy training bra with the underwire poking through the cotton. I don’t think we’ve ever told anybody about that--those little marks that are just mine and hers, the ones I inflicted. And right now, as we stare at each other, those little scars are pressing against my chest through a measly two layers. I wonder if they’re still warm like they were when it first happened--little infinite embers.

I don’t know why it’s so hard to swallow right now, but it is.

Her eyes are swimming with something I’m entirely unfamiliar with; I’m in a leaking dinghy in the stormy brown of her irises, scouting for land through a dense fog. It’s with a cold dread in this hot little church that I suddenly realize that I don’t know what she’s thinking right now. I always know what Sookie’s thinking. But right now, she’s as good as a stranger. This face she’s making--it’s far more delicate than her usual brash grin and narrowed eyes. She looks very open, very innocent. As long as I’ve known her, which is going on a solid fifteen years now, she has never looked innocent. Even when she was innocent, she was precocious and knowing. It makes me want to reach up and swipe the back of my knuckle along the ridge of her cheek, the highest point on her face. It makes me want to suck her bottom lip between mine, makes me want to swallow her whole. It makes me want to hold her body against mine, very pliant and soft.

Maybe I’ve said too much. Maybe I’ve gone too far.

My breaths are bated. Neither of us are willing to submit.

Heat radiates off her in perfumed waves, engulfing me, inspiring perspiration on my hairline. She doesn’t move closer to me and she doesn’t move further away from me. And she doesn’t take those doe-eyes off mine--not for a minute. I’m sure we’re blinking in utter unison, too.

My mama turns and looks at us suddenly, a few paces in front of us. She looks just as frazzled and worn as she always does despite having tried to pin her hair in place. She jerks her head towards the door.

“Quit dilly-dallyin’,” she tells me and Sookie--shooting us a wide-eyed, slack-jawed look. “Idle hands are the Devil’s plaything!”

I finally look away from Sookie, stuff my hands deep in my pockets again. If my face is red, I will say that it’s only because it’s hot outside. Not because I’m thinking about telling Sookie sorry for branding her, not because I’m thinking about the way that puffy skin would feel like in my mouth, not because I’m thinking about her chest grazing mine. No one will ask, though.

“My hands aren’t idle,” I quip, motioning to them stuffed deeply in my pockets. “I’m countin’ pennies in here, mama.”

If I was close enough to her, my mama would slap the side of my head. But she just turns on her heel and shakes her head, following closely behind Harper, Brandy, and Callie. They’re not squabbling yet--at least not outwardly. And it’s probably only because Harper’s jackass fiance Curtis is here today, dressed in his stupid linen suit with buckets of sweat rolling off his pasty forehead. He’s older than Harper by about ten years--he looks and acts it, too. She doesn't seem to mind it, though, especially since he’s buying her a big house in Austin just as soon as the deal is sealed.

Sookie silently falls in step with me again. My breath is still caught somewhere between my chest and front teeth. I’m waiting to exhale until I know what just happened, until I’m outside of this musty church.

“Whatever you want me to.”

tbh I still like some of this stuff I've written so if you see it in SS soon......no you don't

#m answers #silver springs #slumber party #directors cut

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bowlerhatwearer · 2 years

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What Is "Code: Purple Falls"?

Greetings Anon ^^

(Roadkillerz OC Spoilers)

Code:Purple Falls is the symbolic deed of Blaise Owens, that shows that they can no longer be a neutral party in the conflict between the Roadkillerz and the Wrath.

Having seen, so many things done by the Wrath and how Commander Grizzly/Carlos treated people, the final straw was when Blaise was put under house arrest by the Commander, not allowed to leave the Wrath base.

Which basically meant Blaise was a P.O.W now, and this meant on the other hand that Grizzly just broke a rule of an convention/treaty.

Which was that war journalists must not be taken as prisoners.

In the short moment Blaise is able to escape they give their permission to activate "Code:Purple Falls" which is executed by an associate of Blaise.

Basically "Code: Purple Falls" is that, in the case the Wrath would cause harm to Blaise, that all intel, folders, data, information etc. Blaise has collected or were given to them over the time they wrote articles for/about the Wrath, that these collected informations would be forwarded to the Roadkillerz.

The associate brings Sam and Cupid to an old mine tunnel/shaft, there are a lot of crates in there, all filled with the information about the Wrath, Blaise has collected, and they now belong to the Roadkillerz.

Finally the associate would give to Sam, Blaise personal journal, telling the general that Blaise wanted him to have it in case something happens to them. It is fillied with very personal information of the Wrath members and the association would say that Blaise believes that their journal would be safe in the hands of Sam.

The content of the journal are very sensitive informations and were the only part Blaise did not want to give the Roadkillerz since they are very, very personal, so they believe that Sam will take good care of their journal.

Yours sincerely

Bowler

#Roadkillerz #Rkz #General Snowballs #Commander Grizzly #Carlos Rojas #Roadkillerz OC #Rkz OC #Blaise Owens #Owens family #Ask #Anonymous #Anon #Cupid Hound #Rkz spoilers #Roadkillerz Spoilers

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duckulamoved · 3 years

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Ok ok ok I found some of my old writing I never finished earlier. On of them is a couple years old for a MLP fic I wanted to write that had my ocs in it. One of the ocs, Polar Freeze, is a pen pal of Rarity’s from Manehattan who has invited her and her friends to a fashion show. At the same time, they are called to Manehattan for solve a friendship problem. Rarity wonders how she will help her friend and solve a friendship problem at the same time, but it turns out, the two may just be connected.

I wanted to write it as though it were a young readers chapter book. Which would be an exercise for me because I tend to be over wordy when I write. I’m not sure about the characterization so far but I think I may have done a good job (at least with Twilight who I know would be delighted to hear about and meet one of her best friend’s friends) here was all I found. (Unedited it’s just one page now I think)

When Rarity receives an invitation to a Fashion Show hosted by an old friend, she is elated. Less so when the Map calls her on a mission to the same city. How will she support her friend and deal with her duty as an element of harmony? The question weighs on her mind the entire trip, but she finds it may be the fashion show is her mission.

The day was beautiful.

Birds sang and fluttered about, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the grass seemed especially green. The residents of Ponyville trotted about their daily business, chatting amicably amongst themselves.

It was such a lovely day there wasn't a frown to be seen.

The Mail Pony was among them, his satchel filled with letters, he smiled knowing ponies would be pleased to receive their packages and letters from friends.

He tipped a hat to the ponies who greeted him as he made his way to the Carousel Boutique. One of many stops left in the day, but that thought didn't break his stride.

With one hoof he knocked lightly on the door. And just a moment later, it opened for him.

“Parcel for Miss Rarity!” He said, producing the small letter from his satchel with his magic.

“Oh, why thank you, Darling!” Rarity returned, taking the envelope with her own magic. It was a simple exchange, but the two bade each other goodbye as the mail pony trotted to his next delivery, and Rarity turned back inside.

“More orders?” Twilight and Spike were visiting, helping Rarity to organize a recent influx of orders. Spring was just around the corner, and many ponies wanted to be prepared for the new fashion season. Spike spoke from over the top of a small mountain of envelopes. He was bored. This was not a way to spend a Saturday, but for Rarity he would try.

“Thankfully, no!” Rarity said. She loved the orders, to be sure. But so much work was ever so slightly stressful. It was good to know the stack wouldn't grow any more today.

As she spoke she grabbed a letter opener from across the room. “On the contrary, I've been very excited about this letter.” The opener cut through the envelope with ease before floating aside to the desk with the torn paper, leaving the folded note inside.

“What is it, if you don't mind me asking?” Twilight said, turning away briefly from her already organized stack of envelope orders. She'd truthfully done the bulk of the work. But she was happy to do so. She loved organizing.

Rarity smiled fondly as she unfolded the note. “Its a letter from a friend of mine in Manehattan.”

“Like a pen pal!?” This excited Twilight. “Rarity I didn't know you had a penpal!”

“Oh, yes! We've been writing since we were fillies. But, Polar is rather shy, so I thought best not to mention her until she was ready to meet you all.” She trailed off as she began to read, eyes scanning the note.

It said:

Dearest Rarity,

I was very excited to hear about your latest fashion exploits. I'm so happy for you and your expanding business. I've visited your boutique in Canterlot recently and it's so lovely. I still check into Rarity for You often. I was sad to miss you on your last visit. I'm very proud of you and hope you continue to grow.

Things are crazy as ever with my family, though I thank you for asking. My brother and I haven't exactly been seeing eye to eye lately and my family keeps talking about me taking over the business soon. I'm not ready, Rarity, and I'm not sure what to do. I hate to bother you about this but, given your past adventures I wondered if you might be able to offer some helpful insight. She's very busy I'm sure but I wondered if you might be able to ask the Princess for help, since you are such wonderful friends.

I feel like I am talking too much, and I would love to catch up personally. My family is hosting their end of season fashion show. I expect it to be chaotic, given everything that's been going on, but it might be entertaining! I would like to extend an invitation to you. I would so love to see you again. And perhaps meet your friends. They don't have to attend! But the invitation is there if they like. I have tickets attached for each of you. I do hope to hear from you soon, and do let me know if you can make it! I will talk to you again soon.

Your Loving Friend,

Polar Freeze

Twilight and Spike let Rarity finish reading, although the Princess of Friendship could hardly contain her excitement. A pen pal! One of her friends had a pen pal! By extension, she wanted to meet this friend of Rarity’s.

Hardly able to contain her excitement, and with disregard for manners, she said, “Ooh, what's it say what's it say!” with hooves tapping against the ground happily.

Rarity set the letter lovingly on her desk for later response, though the tickets attached to the note still hovered above her.

“Why we've all been invited to Manehattan for a Fashion event!”

“All?” Spike asked.

“All of us,” Rarity assured, sending a ticket Spike’s way.

It was a small, glittery piece of paper, with words and swirls that sparkled and shined. The silver snowflakes across the edge almost looked real. Frosted Nights was written across the middle.

“We get to meet your friend?!” Twilight was a little too overjoyed.

“Why yes,” Rarity nodded, happily, “If you would like. Although,” she frowned slightly. “It does seem poor Polar is having some family issues. Her and her brother haven't exactly had the best relationship the past years and she is rather broken up about it. She thought you might have some insight, Twilight.”

At this, the Alicorn's eyes sparkled. “She wants my help. Rarity, I would be honored! When is the show?!”

“Apparently next week,” Spike said, checking the date on his ticket.

“Oh, that's so close!” Twilight tapped her toes in anticipation.

“Oh, Twilight, Polar will be thrilled! I'll writet back to her as soon as I can.”

Soon would have been now, truthfully, but both fillies felt an odd static run up their sides. It was the same feeling that preceded the soft glow of their cutie marks.

The Map was calling them.

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dawn-and-friends · 7 years

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Hello and Welcome! I have decided to revamp and restart this little old Tumblr of mine, and as such, I need questions to answer, so please ask my Ocs anything. But first, you need to know a bit about the characters before you can ask them anything. Dawn: Dawn is an adorable little earth pony filly who lives in Ponyville with her cousins and their friend Plume. She lives with them because of trouble with her family. She goes to school, plays with friends, everything a normal filly does. She doesn't really know what her cutie mark means, just that it has something to do with art. Amethyst: If you remember this blog from when I started it, then you'll remember that she is a pegasus mare, an artist, working in Ponyville as a Skyscaper, basically like a landscaper but for clouds. She was living with her two best friends from school when Dawn came to them, only then finding out that she and Mirage had a common cousin. Amethyst's special somepony is currently a unicorn mare named Final Verse. Mirage: Mirage is a unicorn mare, her special talent is illusion magic. she works at the local theatre, doing effects that usually only the big productions in Canterlot and Manehattan can afford to have. She loves entertaining ponies, seeing the looks of wonder as they see the room around them become an island paradise, or fear as a dragon appears before them. The way to tell her illusions from reality is the faint golden glow they all possess. She was excited to learn that she and her best friend had a common cousin, and loves having Dawn live with them. Plume: Plume is a peacock pony mare. She is a bird enthusiast and makes and sells quills. She's a quiet mare, but by no means shy, she loves to party and she'll tell you off if you're in the wrong. She moved in with Amethyst and Mirage after school, and loves having Dawn living with them.

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awoonews · 5 years

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Sample art from Torben’s collection of products

I’ve recently had a conversation with our guest of today, Torben. Torben is a Germany based artist and convention seller that has recently entered this world of the Furry fandom.

Torben is as much a furry as a pony (Brony), he has made many friendships and bonds through the years, but he also didn’t started as a Brony, so in which fandom did he started that lead him to this point? Here’s what Torben had to say:

Wow that’s a long story … so back in the old days, way before pony, and way way before I entered, or had even heard of the furry fandom, there was a fandom of Pokemon fans on Deviantart, a tightly knit community, called the Eon group, who were all people celebrating the Latias and Latios Pokemon, they where a Family to me, and soon my character who had started its life as a dratini, turned into a Latios, named Torby.

Torben has came a long way down until this point that leaves him with tons of experience in being part of fandoms, always helping the community and most importantly always giving the best of him for the community. But as Torben as a person has changed and gained more experience through the time, what about his character, is it still a Latios?

Torby is a kinda the cutsie version of my IRL name Torben, it was a shiny blue cute Lati, (gender neutral name for a oc based on latias and Latios) but when this community started to break after a few years, pony came in its place and so I took from the Lati design, creating a Lati pony, who would forthon represent me, also called Torby, he had been my sona for a long while, and even so much that I had a full body suit made, for me to be him.

But this wasn’t even over, because a new character would be created to be the main character of Torben because of the situation that would happen with a familiar OS that had a reputation…

When Windows 8 rolled around, a new character was born, everyone hated on the operating system, and everyone was so comically against it, that it made me want to try it out, because I own a massive touchscreen display, and I didn’t find it to be half bad, and so I wanted to poke fun at the comical hate for the OS, so I made : Win 8 42 23, a Windows 8 pony robot, with a real soul, controlling its robot body, completely made to mimic the look of a real pony, she started growing on me more and more over time, till she became my main character sona, I loved the idea of being small and cute, and cuddly, wile torby was based more around my real life self, Win was my free time sona, to have fun with and feel like a kid again, enjoying exploring, traveling, and having a childlike fascination for the world, so she became my sona.

The main sona of Torben is Win, but I asked him If he had ever tried to make a sona different from a Pony and he answered:

When I entered the furry fandom, I thought a long time again about making a fursona, a long long time … I made some foxes, I’ve made some dragons, but I just loved the feeling of hooves more, in a weird way, dragons where too anthropomorphic for me, and and foxes … didn’t feel like something I could be … so I found the middle ground, I dressed Win up in a fox onesie, just like a human would wear a fox outfit, only that it was a Pony doing so, and so that’s why, my sona character is a Robot Windows 8 pony, looking like a normally pony filly, wearing a fox outfit.

Torben made his sona wear a fox outfit, and here is where the art part becomes really important, because he focuses in outfits, precisely prints, that is when he started his company called “Art N Prints”

Art N Prints had its starts in 2012 when I invested 50 euro in a burner and started making cute little wood burnings into boards of pony characters, used for breakfasting on these little burnings where a massive success financially for someone who started from nothing with almost 0 start investment and allowed me to be pretty well off while I was doing my apprenticeship as a technical designer. After investing in needless luxury items, I found that it was time to try something new, so I made pictures of these wood boards, and combined them to combined pictures, and shaped them into the shapes of ponies, with the help of friends of mine, and the success continued, I sold about 1000 shirts of this kind, with having 5 different designs, and even to this day, I still see people wearing them at conventions.

This company was a great hit for him, were in 2016-2017 was one of the largest sellers of brony merch in the market, and he also worked with the best artist in the market too, but after the event as he calls “the pony crash”.

I hit the pony crash … and it hit hard, sales plummeted, and less and less events in the Winter time caused a Winter of almost no sales due to lack of money, that was where I saw that I needed to expand, to survive.

Torben after suffering from the “Pony crash”, he created his now new company called Fur N prints.

After having visited Eurofurence, I started getting into the furry community not from a business perspective, but out of own interest as pony declined more and more, I needed a new community to call my internet family. So I started working with furry artists, on designs and and I visited my first furry con I sold at, people loved my merch, and especially the ability of onsite Production, so I started to build Fur “N” Prints, that’s where I am now.

This is were now our young artist is starting his new business, were he promised to give everything from him trying to give people who give a chance, the best quality, the best materials, and also all his effort, to make the perfect shirt.

Now I’m leaving you with some words that Torben wanted to say to the fandom:

Thanks for accepting the weird wacky person I am, and for welcoming me. I’m looking forward to wonderful times within your community, and with you as individuals, I’m looking forward to dive into more and more of your creativity and to feel at home here. and I look forward to meeting you at the cons I am to visit.

This was Torben, an artist that because of his needs he had to adapt and overcome the difficulties, and as you can see, he has done a pretty good job with it. If you have the time, why don’t you take a look to his prints – you may find something that catches your eye!

Special thanks to Torben for the interview!

#awoonews #furry #furries #Art

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ashyfur-524 · 7 years

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An old oc of mine, the daughter of Applejack and Coluratura.

(From her description on Deviantart.)

“Time for the spectacle, time for the show..”

After AJ and Rara got back into contact, they began to write more frequently, Coloratura making sure that her modified tour schedule wouldn’t interfere with her pen-palling. Years passed, and the Countess left behind her old image, instead marketing herself as Equestria’s premiere “Soft-Pop fusion” act. Her outfits, designed by Rarity herself and hoof-shipped from Ponyville, were much more modest than the flashy garb that Rara had indulged Svengallop in wearing. Her songs continued to climb the charts, but after years of being in the spotlight, the former Pop pony decided to stay true to her heart, and retired, buying a portion of property from her dear friend Applejack, making herself a modest home. That was, until Applejack offered that Rara could stay with the Apples, and that she could use the loft in the barn, AJ even saying that she would renovate the barn’s loft into a nice living space for both summer and winter. Rara couldn’t deny it any longer; She’d known ever since they had reunited as friends that she had been harboring more than platonic feelings for the farm pony.

“The lights are bright and the colors glow..”

It was during the cold winter’s months, Hearth’s Warming Eve, to be precise, that Coloratura professed her feelings to an astonished Applejack, who then bashfully confessed her own feelings to the blushing blue pony. The two grew even closer, though a slight tension built between them when the two found out that through some.. More than friendly experimenting.. Rarity was expecting an adorable AppleGem fluffball. In order to mend the hurt between the two, Applejack agreed to bearing Rara’s foal, Rarity being more than willing to help in any way possible. (Magic happens, and Applejack became pregnant with Rara’s baby.)

“I’m not just anypony, I think you know..”

During the late summer, Applejack gave birth to a healthy filly, who’s pale raspberry eyes shown with a curious flame. Due to the young foal’s eye color, AJ began to affectionately call her daughter “her little razzle-berry..” This eventually stuck, the two happy parents deciding to name her Razzle Dazzle. Of course, Razzle was more of a “spotlight seeker” from the beginning, raiding Rara’s old dressers and trying on anything she could lay her hooves on. Applejack was of course very accepting of this; her mother had been such an icon, it would be silly if the filly wasn’t drawn in by the shiny costumes that hid themselves in Coloratura’s closets. After years of bouncing between farm-handing and taking immersive vocal lessons, ranging from one on one sessions with Sweetie Belle, to singing harmonies with her parents, Razzle decided that she wanted to become a singer, trading her cowgirl hat for a studded headband. This was a shock to Coloratura, who had been secretly hoping that her daughter wouldn’t get sucked down the wormhole that was the Pop Charts. But, Razzle had made up her mind. She somehow managed to sweet-talk her parents into escorting her to Manehattan, arriving in the city with starry eyes. She had found the place, the big-time.. And it was all within a hoof’s step.

“The time is now, it’s about to blow!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As one could assume, Razz made it big, finding her stage manager was closer to home than she’d anticipated. Her half-sister, 24 Carat (Nicknames ranging from Carrot to Cara to Two-Four.. Rarity calls her “her sweet little Diamond”) was more than happy to help with the artistic measures. However, her stage name of Duchess Dazzling was constructed by a young stallion by the name of Argyle. This title, alongside her blood relations to Countess Coluratura, helped her skyrocket up the charts. There was a small skirmish between Carat and Argyle (my Suri x Svengallop baby) in who should manage the entire show and everything that went into it, but they settled their differences and compromised on Carat designing the visual effects and the costumes, and that Argyle would do stage designs and help with lyrics.

(More to come later.. Including an official Cutie Mark.)

Traits from Applejack:

Freckles “Southern Flare” vocals/riffs Yellow streak in mane Hardworking spirit Truthful demeanor True to herself; no one pushes her Raspberry eyes (from Apple Rose’s subsection of the Apple family) Enjoys getting dirty (as in dirt. Get your mind out of the gutter.)

Traits from Coloratura:

Coat color Base color of Mane and secondary streak (that dark blue color and her other blue) Natural flamboyance Sense of fashion Charitable nature (i.e., doing charity work, School-pony meet+greets, etc.) True to herself; no one pushes her.

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