Cagey

Same here. I tried learning to cartwheel last year, actually, and failed—but I found out my mother can cartwheel, despite her age and the fact that I’ve never seen her do so much as run before.

Mostly YouTube. If I'm away from my computer, then usually Bandcamp or my old iTunes downloads.

[The notes are messy, as though the author has just learned to write.] I am afraid. Even now, months after my acquaintances companions friends freed me, the Collective keeps showing up in my dreams. In them, we I'm searching, and empty, and existing as someone I don't even recognize. And the worst part... is that it feels natural. It feels like that's how we I'm meant to be. My voice is not my own. My thoughts are not my own. And I wake up, and I can't tell which is real life and which is the nightmare. I hate it. I want to hate it. My identity was... who I am. It's supposed to be getting better. I'm supposed to feel normal again, but I have to learn to use new limbs, and I don't have horn magic anymore, and I tasted death and it was terrifyingly instant. Except I wasn't dead, really. ...What does it mean to have a soul? [Notes are illegible] And then, today, I had to relive the Collective again, this time as part of some sick, twisted mind spell in the dungeons of the Crystal Empire, because fate just wants to punish me. And I saw the Collective again and I felt it and I couldn't go through that again and I needed it to STOP – And there was fire, for a second. I think I've been running from myself. I am not special. Not brave. Not strong. Not even a freaking individual. I'm miserable and lost and weak and scared and I've been pretending my whole life that none of that is true, pretending that my parents were wrong, but I keep facing the truth, over and over and over. Even foals can tell. I'm worse than a failure. I'm nopony at all. And I can't escape it.

Manga panels for painting reference.

Snippet from Sycofear's Ponyfinder campaign. Scene featuring Skylight Scintillate, Dynamo Pad, Caramel Ripple, Forest Storm, Mango, and Frostbite. Takes place in the far future of FiM; Diamond Tiara is the mayor of Ponyville and had an affair with Apple Bloom. Lots of drama. Author is half asleep at the time of posting. And only remembers what was typed in the chat during the game. In the waiting room of Canterlot Castle, the bedraggled band of adventurers finds Snips and Snails, who come bearing a message from Diamond Tiara. Diamond wants to meet with them, but she won’t share the reason. The ponies look at each other in surprise, considering their last meeting with her; Diamond was unrepentant in her affair with Apple Bloom, tearing the family apart, which certainly didn't cast her in a positive light. However, this means nothing to Frostbite, who was absent during the group’s unfortunate encounter with the pony. He stares at Snips and Snails, unimpressed. “Who’s Diamond Tiara?” The group ignores him in favor of the more pressing conversation. “Okay, why does Diamond Tiara need to be so secretive about what this is?” Skylight asks, frowning. “Why does she only want to tell us this face to face?” Snips and Snails only shrug and say that Diamond would be most persuasive in person. “That’s how she does her best work, you know,” one of them says. Frostbite doesn’t remember who’s who. The others are wholeheartedly unenthused by the thought of Diamond’s persuasiveness. “Oh, I think we've seen her work plenty enough,” Skylight mutters darkly. Frostbite's head whips around, noticing the group’s matching expressions and feeling left out of something distinctly important. “Who’s Diamond Tiara??” he asks again, directly, no longer trying to keep the genuine inquiry out of his voice. Skylight makes a face. It’s not a pleasant memory. “Oh, the mayor of Ponyville. She also does plenty of work around there.” If you know what I’m saying. Again with that tone, that suggests something hidden, something everypony else knows but Frostbite doesn’t. He hates the feeling. “What – what does that mean?” He can’t control the brittle tone of his voice. It's a complicated mess, so Skylight turns to their friends. “Does somepony else want to explain what happened?” If there’s one plus side to feeling offended, it’s that Frostbite feels like himself: upset and defensive and individualistic. He hasn’t felt that way since before the Door Demon. Dynamo and Caramel, on the receiving end of Skylight’s question, mutter back and forth. Neither of them wants to talk about the affair, and Frostbite’s gaze ping-pongs between them, glower growing in magnitude. It’s almost a comforting normalcy. “Well, you see, in a certain way, Diamond Tiara…” Caramel waffles awkwardly as the group leaves the room. “Just say it!” Frostbite snaps. The words burst from Skylight: “She ruined Apple Bloom!” “Huh??” The doors close behind them.

I used to write a lot about various books I liked as a kid, with a fanfiction.net account and everything. Nowadays, I write a lot slower, but I do still write when an idea strikes.

A few times back in elementary school, though I can't remember what for. High school was fine, but funnily enough, it happened several times in college classes, too.

I... wow. I'm sorry to hear about this. I echo everyone else's statements, and I send my condolences to Jeric's loved ones.

“I wussed out today, but tomorrow I might wuss back in.”

"We should get her some cat grass. So she can graze. Like a cow."

Up-to-Date Art for Sycofear's Ponyfinder Campaign

I'm sick right now, so I've been going back and forth. Definitely was asleep somewhere between 4pm and 8pm, then again between 1am and 7am, give or take.

Congratulations, both of you!

Congrats, Astral! *cheers teacup*

Silky levels up to administrator, and now Sir to moderator! Congratulations, Sir!

Aye. Are you @Aticus the Adequate?