marlyly

I dont consider myself as someone very social. Sure I know how to adapt myself to the people arround if needed ( which mean for work), but I allways prefer being kinda crazy, even if it means I'm not loved by everyone. I respect peoples way to be and I try to avoid bothering them with my personality. In return I expect the same, even if I find it way more funny when peoples try to find any logic in my ways. Conclusion: I'm a socially ackward guy, not the one everyone avoid, but not the one everyone want to hang out with. I only say that to highlight how important this forum was, and is, for me. You see I'm also associal on the net, I hate facebook, dont see the point of twitter, and I usualy post on forum for mmo guilds and never stay too long with them. MLP forum was the exception. I think I allready told about it in one post and I hate repeating myself so to make it short I consider this forum as the finestof the brony comunity, which is allready the finest on the internet. So why did I spend so much time without posting or even conecting ? Well. Because I first I needed to be "dead" for a while, like why I stoped watching mlp after the royal weeding ( it was soo awesome, I couldn't watch one more pony without riscking a heart explosive attack), then I was busy with work, and I came to the peroid when I was like "I'll come back tomorrow...and tomorrow... and tomorrow". The only thing I needed was some free time, free of work, drawing, and video games. And right now, after being accidentaly stabbed in the hand by my bff while kitchening (by the way I'm tiping this with only one hand, you're welcome) I'v got plenty of time. So here I am, I dont think I'll be super active, now I have the time but not really the hands for that, and when my hand will be back I'll be busy again. To be fair I'v never been super active and I think pretty much noone knows me, but I'm back and I want to post about it ^^

So he also need Chuck's bear. And 5/10 for chaotic, I jsut dont like it.

11/11 Pinkie just brained her damage.

Where is it weird (not that I disagreed, but I want to be better so) and 7/10, cuz cow boy shouldn't wear Texas ranger's hats.

10/10 Man, Pinkie sky hug must feel awesome.

Woah! Now there’s a professional advising me. The signature: that so obvious I feel stupid that it’s not already done. Since I really don’t like facebook policy with picture, and the way they make it hard to be informed of it, I won’t change my mind about this website. Tumblr I’m waiting for my artist skills to increase, since I want to go for a “ask-…..” type Tumblr. Thank you for the good, and rich answer. Allready saw your DA, love the MLP memes. Also thank you for indicating me how to found those "groups". Hope to find some good ones .

My DA account is in my profile, here's the link: http://dear-sweet-molestia.deviantart.com/ As I said my skills are low so dont expect nothing. And how am I supose to find groups, there must be like hundreds of them (yeah, when I say I'm not good with computer, it means I'm a tard with its).

That’s your FIRST drawing !!! I’s more than impressive, it’s really well done and accurate as hell. Why did you waited for a day without class for drawing ponies, you’re made for this !!! ps: I'm just gonna go and clap my hands

Hi ! My request might seem unusual and I must explain something about me before. I’m also not sure if it will fit in the topic, it’s not really about art but about deviantart. So please godlike-moderator, forgive me if I did wrong. I’m not into the “internet social stuffs” at all. I’m not on facebook or twiter, or any forum. MLP forum is THE exception, and I was so happy to fell like staying on it, I even celebrated my hundred brohoof http://mlpforums.com/topic/40665-my-thanks-to-the-forum/. But, due to my paranoia, and the fact that I’m just not good with computers, I don’t know how to “be” on the internet, if you know what I mean. And now here’s where I need your help. I have a DA account since one year, it was first made for a work for my business school. I first used it as an example for this work, then I posted a few arts on it (if you can call this art, my gosh it’s even worse than my actual level). I didn’t care about getting feedback, and the main point was to have an URL of my drawings so I can repost them. But a few weeks ago someone watched me, I watched him back, we had a nice chat. And then another one, and another one. Now there’s 5 peoples watching me, and they are in “groups”. I sincerely like this, having some feedback (it’s still practically nothing but that count a lot for me), talking, but this “group” thing perplex me. Is that a way I could bring more peoples to see me? And what group would you suggest for a low skilled brony artist like me? Thank you for your help.

"You Elements wont be needed here, jsut keep an eye on Discord" Crossbreed was smiling, and Voyage soul was doing the same. “My power is yours evil creature, my power is yours corrupted princess.” He raised his hooves. “You creature of darkness, take every drop of my shining holy power. As he said those words, Luna and Harmonic realized their mistakes. They feel their dark powers turning into light, the power they absorbed was turning every bit of their own power, into the energy they feared the most. Luna felt into coma, as the evil spirit of nightmare moon was hold back once more. Fate was less kind with Harmonic. His bone, his skin, his very soul began to burn, the light energy poured from every inch of his body, destroying it from the inside. They were nothing left, not even a pile of dust. Crossbreed assure himself, looked into the physical, spirit and magic world. They were no trace, he was obliterated. “Killed by his own greed” As he said this, Crossbreed disapeared. To the 6 mare's eyes and the princess' one he was never there. (OOC: seems like my internet connection is fading away, I wont be back before maybe a day or 2, if you decide to make H come back or create another order please send me a message Edit: considering Honestly is going away too, you would me kind to slow down (I'm trying to make this as polite as posible, dont feel offended by this sentence, Im' just not perfect at english).

The teleportation occured in a blink of an eye, but still Crossbreed managed to appear before Harmonic. "You are not A blasphemy, you're the worst insult your sily pony kind has ever done to magic my mother, and in her name I shoul rip your existence of this world, as I rip your bones of your corrupted body". His wings took the shape of a circle, and an unlimited quantity of pure energy began to flow through it, like a reversed black hole, absorbing everything that's evil. And Harmonic was facing it.

Crossbreed, that how the other dragons used to call him I the tribe, felt another disgusting power being used. His eyes opened to the spirit world and one of his feathers of light he catched what was, a few second ago, Shadowheart. “I could crush you in an instant, but I want your master to feel all my rage”. As he was saying, the light form the feather turned into a chain linking Shadowheart to Discord and enabeling his spirit to do a single moove. “You wanted to feel the power of Discord ? You are now as a spectator as him as a statue, excepted that you’ll remain like this for ever, unable to talk, use magic, or influence him". This action only took an instant, o the guards around him, it seemed that the pony in front of them had just dissolved into a thin wisp of shadow.

Unicorns are not magic creatures, they are like blacksmiths, and they take the magic energy, change its shape, and turned it into a spell. The only specie that once earned the title of “true magic creature” was the dragon kind. Before they regressed to their state of flying lizards, they were able to live with magic, to become magic itself. The rest of this old specie were holded back into Voyage very soul, but the echo of Harmonic reborn in the magic void suddenly awaken it. The dragon mark on Voyage’s flank began to glow, he rise and opened his eyes, they were red, with a thin iris. The 20 remaining cards of his deck began to levitate, linking themselves with Voyage’s back, becoming the feathers of two wings of light. “Stop this blasphemy” He shouted. His voice seems far more older than usual, with millenaries of knowledge inside of it. But more than the knowledge of the ancient, or the greed of the dragon, the easiest thing to feel was the rage of the magic creature, and with it, the anger of magic itself. He saw a dragon coming for the fight, apparently in his side. It wasn't gonna be a fair fight, he was going to obliterate them.

The card vanished, taking the magic wall, and all of Shadowheart's powers with it. As he felt the pain he absorbed from Pure, and the lost of one of his arcana, Voyage felt into coma. With a smile on his face, knowing he was leaving Shadowheart powerless in Scrya's hooves, and the dragon's claws.

That wasn't the way I intended it, thaught Voyage, but it will work. As the blood of Pure touched his card it began to flow back, his open stomack and belly began to colse by themselves. Voyage felt the terible pain but he knew he could handle it. He wont be able to maintain his "purifying light" spell for much longer, but Pure was back on his hooves, and began to approch Harmonic's back.

The battle started with Harmonic being charged by a guard in shining armor, the green light from Scrya’s spell was glistening on the precious metal, keeping the guard safe. Voyage couldn’t face Harmonic in this condition, the guard was seeking a fair duel and he will have it. He quickly throws one of his cards so it goes between two plates of the armor. He then looks at Shadow once more, as Scrya was coming next to him. “Now, lets get back to business, shall we ?” As walls of darkness were appearing arround them, he shouted: "FEAR ME, IN ALL MY GLORY" The green light turned into a shining white light, erasing the wall. Voyage, brighter than the sun looked at Scrya. "That should keep him busy, him him when he's weak"

“Looks like centuries of corrupting dark magic had fried your brain. Do you even remember when we were studying ? 600 years ago? Open any historical book and you’ll discover that our dear princess was sealed in the moon. What you call Luna is nothing but a twisted dark part of your sick mind, it has always been back then, and it will always be”.

I'm nearly 20, french, here are my answers: Yep, 14 years ago with my gran-gran-granmother (don’t know how to say it in English). Yes, and barely half of my life, my parents couldn’t afford it. September 11 I think. You should have seen the French restriction after that. Militaries at every corners, so weird. It passed out only 2 years ago, it was older than me. Well I never read about it in books. My gran mother. Nope, we didn’t have computer at home anyway. Long ago, more or less than 6 years, but I still use my agenda ^^ Batman The Animated Series, and I’m still in love with it. I still have my old VHS and keep an old TV only to watch them. To me, most of the actual cartoons looks and sounds like crap, so the 80s’ones doesn’t feel dated but refreshing.

There he was the everfree forest, a place filled with black magic. Voyage knew better than any pony the danger of this place, since he was responsible for part of its corruption. As he began to remember, he didn’t realize he was facing Zecora’s door. The zebra was waiting for him, her mysterious smile on her face. She began: “It’s been a while, since I saw you master. You seem bothered, what’s the matter” “I was awakened by a surge of dark energy. Does that ring a bell if I tell you “necromancy”?” “I knew they ware, still, and infiltrated the enemy. And for Celestia sake, don’t try to out-rhymed me” They both looked at each others, and began to smile. Voyage was happy, Zecora was one of the few things that never changes in this world, and it was a delight to be close to her. “Ok let’s save the chip-chat. I already know they are a few necromancers in Equestria, and that you faked being one of them. What can you learn me?” “I’m sorry master, that you awaked this night. As it was the one, when you had to be quiet. This fool Harmonic, speeded up his evil plan. And without you it could be, the beginning of the end.” “What plan? Where is he? Are they other I should worried about?” “To the first question, I cannot answer. By interfering now, you blew up my cover. I can tell you there’s a colt, and Shadowheart is his name. He’s got his own plan, but the danger is the same. He found a new sanctuary, and freed it on his own. You’ll find him inside of it, but I cant help you more”. “And that’s more than enough, thank you for the advices” As he was nearing the sanctuary, Voyage recognized a familiar face. The pony of the dark wall he avoided before. He was standing, an old basement behind him. “I suppose you are Shadowheart, and this is the sanctuary”. He made a step backward, took his fighting posture, and began to draw a rune on the floor with his right hoof. “I already saw your power, and know where it comes from. Don’t worried, it will painless”. (OOC: next time you want to throw something at Voyage, please quote my last post so I can be aware and quickly answer).

This popped into my mind because of your drawings (and your answer to Firebolt). What if Pinkie Pie's cannon was loaded with candies ?:

“Don’t worried about Zecora, I’d thrust this Zebra with my own life. Actually, I think she’s good enough to take all of you down, why would she even need your help?” “You should stay here for a while and make yourself comfortable; I even have my own laboratory in the back of you want. I don’t have dead corpses but it’s still a good place for science. The think you said about Rarity, it’s just the trace I needed to Harmonic” He went at the door. “This place is my sanctuary, Harmonic might be able to locate you here since he knew me, but if anyone tries to go inside, whether it’s a pony or a spirit, I’ll be inform and ready to fight back. You are safe here, fell free to leave or stay. I might need your help once I located Harmonic”. (OOC: 3 am I'm gonna go dudes, see ya tomorrow I hope) Then he aimed for Carrousel. He had to knock a few time before Rarity answered. “Who the hell are you, do you know you should NOT! Interrupt a lady’s sleep ?” “I’m realy tired right now so I’ll do this quick” As he said, Voyage put his left hoof on Rarity’s head and pushed away the intruder inside her head using a mental wave. He then used another one, and another, and another, each one more violent than the previous, until the evil spirit was nothing but a dark sparkle. The remaining wasn’t more useful than the skeletons, Harmony had covered his traces well and Voyage tried to think about another way to find him. Since he didn’t directly come to face him, it means that there’s at least one more sanctuary in Equestria. His horn and cards began to glow; he forced the little creature to stay In front of him: “I know you are watching me Harmonic. What you did isn’t worse than the ancient master’s work. And I’ll undo everything as I did before.” The previous mental waves were like walls, but this one was like an explosion inside the creature that disappeared in dust. “Now, time to see what my old pupil is planning”.

After more than 600 years of life, Voyage had come to the conclusion that they were only a few events he could remember as good. He will keep the memories of this one forever, as a proof that faith in pony kind is never useless. A tear drop from his eye and as it touches the floor the desert turned into luxuriant vegetation. He saw that Scrya was still in shock, but now he’ll do anything for her, and it was all that mattered. As his spirit was going back to his majestic form, he took the ex necromancer in his arm: “Do not fear my child” They were a blinding light, and they were back in the physical world. As Scrya was drying her tears Voyage looked at the card he used to fusion with her. “Here take it, that’s a promise” She looked at the card and holds her in her hooves near from her heart. She began to cry, but Voyage also saw her honest and warm smile. Memories he will cherish forever. Then he stood up, with a serious face. “We need to leave now, I don’t expect you to help me right now, and things can go at the speed you liked it, but soon I’ll have ….. “erase” this sanctuary”. He gave her the time she needed to rest, and then 10 minutes to garb everything she needed. When they crossed the main entrance Scrya turned back to have a last look, but the old basement they were in a couple of second ago had just disappeared, like it never existed. He then brought her to his old antique shop, carefully avoiding the guards: “Make yourself comfortable; just try not to touch the artifacts labeled “deadly” or “GOD-LIKE”. Where do you think we should begin?” (OOC: That’s the magic of RP, sometime everything can happen)

After 20 minutes of walking, Voyage finally found an entrance. She was sealed with magic, but nothing he can’t handle. The first room was a large hall, most of the basement was in ruin, but you could still fell the old glory of the sanctuary. As he made a few steps, shadows raised from the ruins, some skeleton archers. Voyage knew where the arrow will ended up even before they were fired at him; he was more bothered by the way the skeletons were “built”. They were only one necromancy school able to teach how to make bipedal skeletons, and he thought he destroyed it 50 years ago. As the unanimated skeletons were falling into pieces, Voyage decided to speed up. “It’s been a while Harmonic”. Anything, he couldn’t find anything. Harmonic was there, the skeletons proved it, but they were no clue of where he was now. The Sanctuary was empty, which mean they were only a few necromancer active, but they were busy and Voyage was just stuck with an empty sanctuary and a cursed necromancer. He couldn’t contact the guard, he could fell the dragon’s magic being used but this one just wasn’t gonna help him, and Harmonic was too powerful to be magically traced without personal material. As he touched his cards one felt from the deck, indicating him the only possible way. It was the necromancer’s card. He made his way through the laboratory and funded her lying on the floor, her face covered of tears but still in stasis. When he first saw her he tried to give her a chance, but now he was wondering: “Is there any hope for this kind of ponies? What could possibly bring some pony to such atrocities?” He really wanted to understand her. He knew he could beat her, even kill her, but he wanted to believe they were another way but to curse himself with more blood on his hooves. He took his decision, knowing that if this trick didn’t work, he might even be of the game for a whole century. He threw all his card away, broke all the mystic link between him and it’s, only keeping the necromancer’s one. He began to feel her power, then adapt his own, melting his energy and very soul into her being. After a second that spent like an eternity he was finally there, in Scrya,’s mind. He was like an angel in a dark desert of rock. Guided by a sparkle of life he found Scrya, lying on the floor, crying and slowly fading. She raised the head. “Leave me alone” He looked at her. “I first tried to make a deal with you, and you refused. Now I can’t do nothing but beg for your help, I won’t lie to you” As he said this word his angel wings disappeared, he became older and older until all the muscle in his bodies practically disappeared, the light around him faded away. As he was revealing his true self, in all his pitiful weakness, he touched Scrya’s head. “I lifted my curse, and I’m stuck in your spirit, now please help me. And if you don’t do it for me, do it for the thing you cried for”.

Voyage was sad; he knew what was gonna happen. When a player meets another, only a second is enough to judge the level of the other. This lil pony was sage to flee, but foolish to think it could be enough. He closed his eyes and touched the “baby”, now as empty of magic as her master was of luck. And use the link to look at the scene. Scrya picked up the first card, the tower, then a second, another tower. She blinked; they were no copy in her deck. She looked at all the cards on the floor one per one; all of them were the same. The tower, the symbol of the end, the fall. At the same time Voyage took the remaining card of the sword’s ‘baby’, and cursed Scrya using her own power, making her fall into a stasis state. “You who pretend to read fate, I could have learned you how to rewrite it. To leave this state you’ll have to face your inner demons, I hope it will change your mind.” As Scrya was fighting inside herself, in a world even Voyage couldn’t apprehend, he kept Scrya’s remaining card near from his own deck and looked at the basement he was expulsed of, some kind of ruin of an ancient sanctuary. He began to follow the wall, looking for an entrance.

“That’s some wonderful work you did there, if you can consider a sacrilege insult to pony-kind a wonderful thing” Voyage looked at her as he was talking. She was kinda cute (even in the deadliest situation a stallion remain a stallion, and will always judge the physical attributes of the mare facing him), not like the perfect mare, but you could easily feel her pride and intelligence. But they were something behind that face, was it curiosity or just hatred? “I usually don’t have anything against thieves or illegal scientists, but necromancy isn’t only against the princess’ law, it’s the nature itself that you are violating.” He didn’t give her time to answer and looked at her in the eyes. “But I don’t usually see card player, even less when they are also talented scientists, so we can make an arrangement. Give up on necromancy, and help me stop it, I could learn you even more than you can imagine. Or you can face me, then your creature will move once more, revealing your cards and sealing your fate, and you will fall”.