Astral Blitzen

Pizza, definitely pizza! 

That lost me really. Lol i have tried pony creators but failed horriby at getting the cutie mark

Ah, if you look for a cutie mark in google images do lolwitpie filetype:png  (replace lolwutpie to w/e image you are searching for).

woohooooo! thanks a lot! c:

Disregard the recording quality... I was playing the bass with my left hand

https://soundcloud.com/ninja-coyote/jazzy-wut

https://soundcloud.com/ninja-coyote/electric-piano-solo-and

Someone who can play over this, kinda like free-form jazz

(it's a bunch of randomness)

She doesn't seem like the clean type to me xD

Rainbow Dash may use water, but no soap. 

It'd be really interesting to know this, in my opinion.

Dashie bathes everyday, she flies though rainclouds. their nothing but water vapour. XD

 

Now Applejack and Fluttershy are surrounded by either dirt or animals 24/7.... i bet they might smell abit fresh if you caught them at a bad time.

XD that's true too. FS, the sweetest kindest pony, smelling like a zoo. Ironic.

Yeah, that is very true.

I actually read a fic where RD didn't bathe for a week XD

It's a random, question. But I ask because her mane and tail is so dishevelled unlike anyone else's' in the Mane 6 or is it just because she flies a lot.

Same thing with Scootaloo and sometimes Rainbow Dash. You really can't tell until you hear their voices.

Hahahaha, that is awesome!

woohoo, 74 songs, I wanna get to 100

Would a lion/beast-tamer pony who performs in a creepy circus be too edgy?

You would think that even to the non-artist, you can tell what colours clash. Common sense. Same thing goes for abilities etc.

(Speaking of bad OC's... I started brainstorming for a fic that was supposed to be about a pony named hypo thesis who notices something peculiar about a certain pony. An animation error of some sort. So blah blah blah he goes to tell everypony about his discovery and madness ensues. But meh, if anyone wants the rights to the story and stuff just pm me)... My point is, bad OC's can be made useful in fimfics.

I wanna know what you guys think makes an OC good as in 'awesome' or an OC bad as in 'blech'.

I think this is also a good place to discuss OC's, whether it be your's or something.

http://colorschemedesigner.com/   THIS HELPS A LOT once you figure it out.

I don't have nightmares, which is odd considering what an anxious soul I am during the day

I very rarely have nightmares. But when I do, they are very weird.

Aw man, I hate dreams like those! I used to calm myself down by ending the dreams in my head. For instance, you could have grabbed your dog and bolted inside before the tornado hit. Happy thoughts!

I would've if I had any control XD

I currently drive a large boulder.

And dang! WAS THIS SCARY!              

           I've never had a day as nightmarish and... strange before. I could have sworn it was some dream, but it was very real...and very creepy; well at least to me... It happened about a year ago, my family and I were staying at our beach house down in Florida for a week's vacation. The second day we were there, everything was off. After I had woken up and come to, I noticed that the world seemed gray and drab, kind of foggy as well. I got out of bed thinking that it'd go away in a little bit once I had become more awake. I made my way into the kitchen. It was empty, I figured that everyone must've been still been sleeping. I got myself a bowl of cereal and sat on a stool at the counter. I looked outside, the sky was white with no sun, yet light filtered into the room; this is when I realized that my drowsiness had not caused me to see the world in a foggy and gray tint, I wasn't just seeing things this was real. What the hell was going on?! I was frightened to death. In panic, I ran to the master bedroom, thinking this could not become any more horrifying, I found my grandparents in their bed awake having a conversation, while my mom and brother were on sleeping bags next to bed conversing as well.

      Silence filled the room after they noticed me standing in the doorway. My grandma beckoned me in, telling me to join them. I asked them what was going as I was shaking and panting. They ignored my question as if I hadn't even said a word and my grandfather told me that we were under a tornado watch and that I should stay in here in case a tornado came. I asked again what was happening, but they didn't answer. I sat next to my mother. She asked me to let my dog in from the backyard. I nodded and made my way to the sliding door in the room onto the back porch. Then something caught my eye. In the center of the porch there was a small, white lawn table with a weather radio on top of it. I placed myself in the doorway and asked if I should bring it in (stupid question, I know). My mom said yes. Then my brother said that they left it there while they were sitting out on the porch a few hours ago. Being about ten in the morning it was still dark a few hours ago. I didn't even bother to ask them why they were out there in the dark. I made my way back outside and called for my dog to come in. The tornado sirens went off and then I heard a voice. It was an automated voice, droning and monotonous. It was coming from the weather radio. I moved closer to see what the voice was saying, " the National Weather Service in Tampa, Florida  has issued a tornado warning for... *ERR ERR ERR - beeeeeeeeeeep*", I was so scared I broke down in tears and then I looked to the sky to see that the tornado was heading straight toward me.

I wouldn't mind doing this as I have never gotten to really do a comic before.

Only thing is, I might take a little while to do it.

If you were willing to wait, I wouldn't mind trying a go at it.

Yes, go right ahead just like pm me each panel like when you finish one c:

actually

Astral Blitzen (mare/pegasus)
http://i.imgur.com/4wp4c3X.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/TQsWxAM.png
http://i.imgur.com/pfS0ZD0.jpg

Some corrections and details:
Her tail touches the ground in length (a little but shorter than Fluttershy's).

Her eyes are darkened like in this image https://derpicdn.net/img/2012/11/15/152948/large.png

Her pupils are like the pupils in the NSFW images.

Her cutiemark is the chair and whip and not the collar and dogbone.

The story (divided by panel)


She was in bed on her back staring at the large face of a clock on her ceiling that she had painted many years ago.

"Tell me a story, ya' bloody thing", she angrily whispered, "All you do is tell me about time! Is that all you do!", her whisper turning into a shout," Why not tell me a story, o-or hello, or something. I'm just so sick of you telling me time all the time!".

She turned onto her side facing her night stand. She grabbed the digital clock that was on top it and held it up to her face, staring at it intently. The LCD display showing '12:00' flickered on and off.

"At least you tell me more... Than just about time", she cooed as if she was talking to a filly. She flicked the switch on the side of the radio.

*static*, she fondled the tuning knob looking for a station *static*. The mare looked at the clock in shock and awe.

Shaking and eyes watering she said in a eerily calm voice clenching her teeth," You... You traitor. Y-you *twitch*. Don't tell me your siding with...", she pointed at the painted clock, "With him".

Her mood changed again quickly, her grimace quickly turning into a wide grin, and she hung her tongue out of her mouth stupidly and she shut off the radio.

"Awww... I'm sowwy, I didn't mean to get angry at you", she said fondling the volume and the tuning knob on the clock, "Now, I want you to tell me something that isn't about time.

"I'll give you one more chance", she said tilting her head at nearly ninety-degrees with her tongue still hanging out from her mouth, "otherwise, your TIME here will no longer exist *twitch*... Buck, that sucked."


She flicked the switch on the clock *static*, she carefully turned the tuning knob all the way to the left then all the way to the right. Everything was static.

"So, Mr. CLOCK, you are a *twitch* traitor, out to *twitch* kill me", she bared her teeth at the clock grasping it with both hooves.

Now face to face with the traitor, she twisted her body and yanked the cord of the alarm clock out of the socket *snap*. The mare let out a maniacal laugh that reverberated throughout her room.

She literally hopped off her bed holding the clock above her head,

as she sprinted toward a window on the other side of the room.

"NOW, NOWWW you are gonna *twitch* gonna, g-get it!", she yelled. She threw the alarm clock through the window. The window shattered and glass rained down in front of her. There was an audible thud a split second later as the clock hit the ground below.



you can't blame someone for moving on from you if your the one that pushed them away..