Script Dangles

Venomous, First, thank you for your thoughts. Second...I'm not really sure, honestly. Probably because I, myself, have unnatually long, dark eyelashes for a guy. I'm guessing I see myself in the mirror so much, I never even notice that detail. You're right, though: Maybe I should adjust that. SD

Kyoshi, thank you so much for doing all these for the community! I'm stunned by your talent and generosity!!!

I like her! She's very unique!!!

I hope Sunshine feels better soon! :/

"Money is Not Our God", Killing Joke. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vVDWQlHLOE

Heya, Everypony! I just created a new OC that I'm quite proud of. Please let me know what you think about Smoking Mirror! SD

By far, my favorite is a Pentel .3mm mechanical drafting pencil. http://www.amazon.com/Pentel-Automatic-Drafting-Accents-PG1013E/dp/B005GSL762/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1446122619&sr=8-1&keywords=pentel+3mm+pencil Failing that, Apache Open Office. I make too many mistakes / revisions to use a pen.

Hello, Raoh, Cerberus, and Dark Horse! Everybody's been so friendly and welcoming, thus far! I'm having a great time! People like you are most of the reason why!!!

I would like to think that my reputation is that I'm thoughtful and friendly. Because FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC!!!

I'm feeling thoughtful. Perhaps nostalgaic. But my cat's sleeping on my lap, so it makes it all better. Even if I can no longer feel my legs.

Thank so much, Jonas and Telferi! You've made me feel very welcome, already!!!

Thanks, Kyoshi! I love your Ponysona!!!

My Favourite Mane 6 Pony: Fluttershy How did you find MLP Forums?: Google! I looked at several of the different Forums the search engine led me to and decided that this was the best one for me. How you became a fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic: My wife and I were moving into our new house and, when we set up the television and turned it on...the first thing I saw was MLP. The episode was "Sonic Rainboom". I left it on as I was arranging furniture...and noticed I was increasingly paying attention to the show and not the job of moving.... Heya, everypony! My name is Script Dangles. I'm a 45 year old engineer who lives in Northeast Ohio. Even though I'm probably a bit too old to be enjoying the show as much as I do, I wanted to hang out and discuss the Ponies with fellow MLP enthusiasts. My ponysona is a Unicorn with a Cutie Mark that resembles a hockey stick crossed with a writer's quill. I chose that because it's the meeting of my two biggest interests. I've also been an active role-player (mostly Dungeons & Dragons and Marvel Super Heroes) since about 1979 -- like I said, I'm old! -- and I dearly love the hobby. Here's that ponysona I mentioned: https://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/script-dangles-r8971 It's great getting to meet you all! Don't be shy saying hello!!!

In the end, he decided it was the air. It wouldn't have been easy for him to pick and choose all the differences between the two. There were just too many. So, as he walked through the wide and open streets of the small town, he focused on the single thing that struck him as being the most different between Ponyville and Chicoltgo. Back home, the lake was everpresent. You could smell it on the wind, taste it in the rain and in the snow, when the seasons were right. Here, it was different. The air seemed dryer, but not in an altogether unpleasant way. Ponyville's air was fresh and clean, like there were invisible pegasi scrubbing it when he wasn't looking, hiding behind the clouds when he turned his head in their direction. He decided it might not have been a stretch, noticing a lazy blue winged pony snoozing on a cloud in the distance. The sight of her and her long rainbow locks made him smile. He had to quit thinking of Chicoltgo as home. Ponyville was home, now. With its clean air and wide, empty streets. Nobody -- mercifully -- had recognized him, during his walk. He wondered if they even sold his book in the small town. Back ho...in Chicoltgo, it had been easy enough to be anonymous. There were so many ponies there, unless you were truly famous, you just blended into the masses. He'd wondered if it might be different, here. He had his answer. Script found himself walking along the length of a wooden fence. It bounded what looked to him like a school from the street. Beyond, it was recess. Dozens of little ponies played in the large field at the back of the small brick building. Four or five of them, he noticed had hockey sticks. They were knocking a small red ball back and forth between one another, laughing, whooping. He could feel the smile spread across his face. Script stood against the fence and watched the ponies playing. None of them were especially good. It didn't matter a whit. They were having a blast. It reminded him of when he'd been small, playing the game with his friends for the first time. There was magic in those days and just watching them brought it all back in glittering reverie in the corners of his memory. Not far from where he stood, he noticed a larger pony. The mare stood over by the building, watching over the children, just as he did. A teacher, he decided. Her coat was a gentle mauve, which verged up to a glorious pink mane, shot through with brilliant waves of lighter hue. Her tail was long and luxurious. She had the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen in his life. Eyes that were looking right back at him. Script's mouth suddenly went dry. He started in her direction in a casual lope. Her cutie mark was adorable: A cluster of tiny daisies with smiley-faces in their centers. She was incredible. He tried to make it seem like his heart wasn't suddenly running breakaway in his chest. He wasn't sure he was dong too good a job at it. He tried on a smile as he arrived near her, the fence intervening between the two of them. "Hey," he greeted her. "They look like they're having a good time, huh?" Instantly, felt like the biggest loser on four hooves. A writer, Script. You're a writer. And that's the best you can do?!?!

"I look terrible." Script watched the pony in the mirror frown, then sigh. He tried to toss his mop of a black mane at a jaunty angle across his head. It seemed to wilt, instead. The pony closed his eyes and for a moment, they both disappeared. It's a bad mane day, he tried to remind himself. Not the end of the world. The truth was: It was far too beautiful a day for the world to end, anyway. Through his window, the sunshine streamed inward in fine rays of brilliance. Tiny motes of dust played within the cascade of illumination, seeming to dance weightlessly to the songs of the birds perched into the boughs of the trees outside. He imagined them in a beautiful panoply of colors. In his part of Chicoltgo, where he'd lived only three days ago, all you usually saw were crows with feathers the exact color of his floppy, vexing mane. Another sigh. Then, he straightened a bit. Ponyville might as well be a million miles away from his former home. The sunshine, the birds, were enough to remind him as much. It was a new day. He was determined to make the most of it. He wove his way through his small home until he found the front door. He grabbed his bags, tossed them over the arch of his back, slipped through its frame and closed it behind him. Just outside, the birds in the tree were blue and red and green, just like he'd imagined them. They made him smile. When he'd come into town, it had been night. He hadn't left his house since. That was changing today. Today, he decided, he was going to explore Ponyville. And maybe his mane didn't look half as bad as he'd told himself it did.

Awesome! I look forward to seeing it!!!

I like this because it has a TON of personality. Great job, Sirius!!!

It's not very pony-like, but.... ..."Seasons in the Abyss" by Slayer.