Blue Symphony

This is great! The only critique I have is the muzzle, and maybe the upper torso. It's not quite as bulky as I would picture it, Here's an example of what I mean.

The Derpy is transparent, so you can put it on a blog! Just credit me for it, and I don't care what you use it for.

This is a drawing I created in school of mister doctor whooves guy or whatever.

This is really good. Holy crap.

Pony. Show style. What more is there to say? Sweet Celestia, this took a long time. But good art is supposed to, right? RIGHT?!

Mrehh, teal-ish. Oh well, I drew this a while ago...

Oh well, no regrets for posting this... OKAYIREGRETITNOW

I heard some people say that my avatar is cute, so here's a drawing of derpy I did a while ago.

Okay, there's something i just wanna get off my back. It's Generalzoi's pony maker. Oh my god, does this thing pump out ocs! You can't be a brony and have not seen at least thirty of these unoriginal, overpowered ocs. This "art" creator, makes it so easy to make crappy ocs at the blink of an eye. The worst thing, however, is that even if you suck at drawing, it still has more pride than using it. I assume some people use it because they're intimidated to draw, because some people like to hit below the belt and insult them about their work. But honestly, must you take it that seriously to turn to that? The Pony Maker has turned to sin. Just stick it out and draw one! It's obvious that you used it whenever it's posted online. The only acceptable use for this is requesting a commission, because someone else is going to draw it for you. Really guys, you cant use paper and look up a guide online? If you think you suck, you don't. You just aren't finding the guide you're looking for you make the pony body image just click in your mind. I used to think I was bad, so I used the pony maker. You just have to make yourself believe your art is good! The only problem is that you may rub it in people's faces and when they're better than you, you'll get all butthurt, but that's not such a continental issue compared to this oc making monster. They're so poorly constructed; they look like they have scoliosis, it's so bad. But nooooooooOOOOOOooooo. You guys just have to keep going back to that stupid flash game, so you can pump out your crappy oc. NOBODY CARES ABOUT THE "King of darkness that's Celestia's son and revived assassin who lives in the future." Yes, that's a REAL OC. And guess what? Nobody cares; that's why people parody you, ya big dumb. It's so ridiculous, it'd be silly NOT to parody it. So, in conclusion, don't use the pony maker. Thankssss

Tilting her hat, Twilight grabbed a pokeball out of her saddlebag. She needed this pokemon. Her pokedex was nearing completion, and she was desperate to catch this one. She simply would not let this one get away. Nudging her Samurott out of the way, she threw the pokeball at the fiery dog pokemon with all of her strength, and stared intently as the pokemon turned to red smoke and went inside the ball. Shake three times, shake three times, shake three times, shake three times! She prayed to herself as she glared at the shaking object. One... Two... She counted. Then, it burst open with a giant crack; the pokeball snapped in two. "ARGH!" She screamed in frustration. "Growlithe used roar!" "RainMan was removed from battle!"

Fluttershy was a soft, and harmless mare; everypony knew this fact. She lived in a small cottage, made of wood, straw, and stone right outside the Everfree forest. She lived a simple life, and she was happy. But one day, a small animal hopped into her yard, shivering and ears up with alertness. These were obvious signs that the animal was being hunted, and Fluttershy did not want to interrupt the food chain, no matter how adorable the animal... Wait, what is wrong with that rodent? The yellow mare stuck her head up a little more to get a better view of the rabbit. Through the window, she could see it's features clearly. It had all white fur, with an adorable fluffy tail, like a cotton ball. It's paws had a little bit of a red stain, which made her shudder. Moving her teal eyes up the tiny creature, she noticed something strange. It's head was a slimy, gross shade of black with insect-like blue eyes. The ears were a similar color as the head, but they had holes in them, which the gentle pony hoped was natural. Quickly, the body colors and holes began to connect to another creature that was black with holes- Changelings! She quickly ran outside, her hooves hitting against the hard wooden stairs, and picked up the minuscule animal. She cradled it in her arms, feeling it's heart beat and rubbing her head against it's tiny body. It was a strange creature, but it was still precious to Fluttershy. Leaning up, the animal bore it's sharp teeth and bit her in the neck! Dropping the animal, Fluttershy leaped back and rubbed her neck with her hoof. "Ow! Did I do something wrong? I'm so sorry..." But then a sudden strange sensation hit the fragile mare. Her whole body started to tingle, a really new sensation to her. Suddenly, her coat lost all the fur, and her skin turned black. Her legs bore holes, getting bigger every second. Her ears had the same treatment, and she grew a new pare of wings, her old ones shrinking into her body. Her new wings were clear, and full of holes, like some sort of insect. Her smooth mane slowly grew yellow, and gaps appeared in those too. Her pupils widened, and because bug-like. She collapsed to the ground, staring at her new body. She recognized this too- she was a changeling.

Hey there! My name's Blue Symphony, and I like to post short fanfictions. My little pony is really cool and I hope that this website introduces me to really cool people!

Derpy's eyes shifted slightly to adjust to the harsh TARDIS light. She sauntered into a hallway, fully expecting to be lost. Surprisingly, she found her room with no hassle; so she dropped her saddlebag onto the ocean blue bead, with bubbles hand-stitched onto the soft fabric. It was a nice favor of The Doctor to sew that for her. She'd left the bubbles and thread there to do it herself, but had to go tend to her friend's needs. Her hooves softly banged on the metal floor into the TARDIS' main room, where The Doctor frantically pulled levers and buttons and whatever else lay on the control panels, causing the soft wheezing of the crazy machine, rhythmically getting louder as he took a deep breath to explain where they were headed. Memories flew through the gray mare's mind, bringing a smile to her gentle face. She loved seeing the sights, but this time and space thing was overwhelming. She had payed no attention to The Doctor's rant, so when they arrived he had to wave his brown hoof in front of her face. "Uh... 'ello? Ditzy, you in there?" He snickered as her eyes focused in sudden concentration, and then moved again. "Oh, sorry! Just kinda thinking of... Stuff." The Doctor smiled, showing his almost perfect teeth. "Yup, I get that. Actually, I may be the understandiest of ponies you've ever met for that kind of thing. Right, New planet, new adenture!" He shouted as he took a step into the purple sand of a foreign planet. "Yay! Let's go!" Ditzy Doo yelled behind him as she flapped her feathery wings. Yup, she sure loved being with The Doctor.

Spike's clawed feet tapped on the wooden floor of the library as remorse and nostalgia flowed through his head. He remembered those days, simple days of writing letters to the princess. The days went by too fast, for he had no idea how simple and nice his life used to be. He had grown significantly, as he was no longer bipedal and small. He stood up on his hind legs and tried to remember the feeling, but with no luck. He looked around at the empty bookcases, remembering shuffling through them to find a certain mystical tome. His jaw quivered and water flawed his vision, trying not to let a tear hit the floor. He failed and rolled over on his back and tried to take a nap. He knew that Twilight wouldn't find him here. He was safe, for now. His rebellious teenage phase was far worse than an average pony. He used his controllable fire abilities to vandalize his symbols into the sides into buildings and cottages. Twilight, being a princess, tried to stop him, but he had wings now, so he couldn't be her puppet any more. He felt weight on his eyelids, but also on his back. Why did he feel bad for running away? He had everything, and no chores or rules to restrain him. And yet his head felt like stinging bees, with his own emotions pushing on his like a giant paperweight. It hurt; and as much as he wanted it to stop, his mind held no mercy. He ran out, thrashing out with his tail and destroying buildings, spotting the royal guard already running towards him. Ugh, this again. He quickly spun around and swatted the guards away like flies. Suddenly, a bright light above his head blinded his vision, and the sound of feathery wings flapping made him curious, so when the light finally subsided, he squinted up and saw Twilight, slowly floating down to his eye level, tears rolling down her light purple cheeks. "You can leave if you want. I don't care any more. I won't send any guards. Just go." The large dragon's eyes widened, and his grizzly jaw curved into a surprised grin. His deep, mature voice growled in a low tone; "Thank you... Friend." With the sound of leathery wings chopping the air, he flew off, not even seeming to have a single regret. Twilight turned, still suspended in a flight position, and watched as the deep purple dragon flew away.