Custom-Making and general FAQThis is an FAQ list for those interested in custom-making, or somewhat curious about me and how I do things. It was originally posted under the journal submission "The Warmare Answers" but since that's now buried in the journal archives, I'm submitting it as a text deviation to make it easier to find. This is based on my limited experience in custom-making and is in no way a comprehensive, ultimate guide to pony making. All the same, I hope perspective custom makers find it useful.Custom-Making and general FAQ4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
How did you learn to make customs?
Pre-G4 I wanted nothing to do with My Little Pony, but I had seen people making custom toys on sites like MLPArena.com. Once I became hooked on the new show and wanted to try my own customs, I went back to the old Pony fora to gather techniques from the pros. CustomAnon created one of the first tutorials spe
Snow, Thneeds, and Other Wonderful GiftsIt was a cold December night in the Truffula forest.Snow, Thneeds, and Other Wonderful Gifts3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chilling wind was blowing through the peacefully valley of colorful trees, but none of the animals noticed. They were all tucked away and asleep in their warn and cozy little homes for the evening – not giving a single though to the cold weather as they slept soundly.
Of course...in a familiar cottage, a certain lanky man was still awake.
Once-ler finished buttoning the shirt to his favorite pair of blue bunny-print pajamas before turning around to look out the nearby open window with the excitement of a little kid on Christmas day.
There was only the same old valley he saw earlier outside.
The childish twenty-two year old sighs heavily, and flops onto his bed stomach-first in disappointment. He had been so excited because, earlier that day when he went on his usual trip to town, he happened to over-hear that a snow front was supposed to pass through that very night – coating the earth in unspoiled white powder to be disc
Blurring Lines--Chapter 2It was now Wednesday morning, and Tom felt a new surge of confidence take him. He could do this.Blurring Lines--Chapter 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He slid into his seat in math class and offered Glen a tiny careful smile, but otherwise didn't speak to him. He noticed that Glen was watching him curiously when he didn't think that he was looking, and he knew that the kid was wondering what he was playing at. Tom wasn't talking to him, but neither was he shunning him or ignoring him. Whenever Tom caught him looking at him, he would give a little wave or a grin and then go right back to his math. Once or twice he thought Glen might speak to him, but the other boy seemed to be holding himself back.
When the class was over and the kids joined the hustle and bustle of the busy corridor, Tom followed Glen at a safe distance, watching and waiting for a chance to give it another shot.
It came abruptly. All of a sudden, a larger boy that was a good head taller and a shade larger t
Professional CourtesyThe whole place smelled. He was used to the slums in his own town, but this place reeked of a whole different order.Professional Courtesy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Still, all slums were laid out more or less the same. And people always thought they could hide in them.
The man consulted his watch with a sigh. He hoped this wouldn't take too long - he hated being away from home.
But he had lost his target. It happened sometimes, but not that often. His orders were clear; Jenkens had defaulted on his payments, and his liver was forfeit. The last his neighbors had seen of him, he had been planning a trip to this god-forsaken place.
He didn't find his target, but he did find that this man appeared to have a habit of leaving behind unpaid bills. The owner of an upscale bed and breakfast had told him Jenkens had skipped out on his payment, even leaving most of his belongings behind.
It seemed that the man knew he was being hunted.
But, Nathan was experienced. For someone on the run from GeneCo, Jenkens had done a lousy job at c
Blurring Lines--Chapter 1Tom Hanson plopped himself down in front of his fellow officers, still a bit sleepy but ready for action as always. He'd woken up that morning and had gone about pulling on jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket. He had just been about to spike up his hair when he remembered that he had just finished an assignment and he didn't have to look like some teen punk today.Blurring Lines--Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Damn. Well, he wasn't going to work dressed like this unless he had to. He had then changed quickly into a pair of brown slacks and one of his bowling shirts, and now he was here. On time, and not looking like some delinquent.
Judith Hoffs nudged him lightly and handed him a cup of coffee as she used her other hand to stifle a yawn. Ever since Captain Fuller took over, hours were stricter; they actually had to be there on time every single day. Not that any of them had a problem with Fuller, he was a strong, courageous man whom they all respected a
Dear Gerard from Biology ClassDear Gerard from Biology Class4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dear Gerard Way from my Biology class,
Oh my God,
Gerard Way, from Biology,
words cannot express my undyingI like you. Hell, I might even be inlove with
love for you
you. Even though I've only spoken to you four times this whole year.
I've been liking you ever since my eyes rested on your soft scalp,
which I have been gazing hopelessly at all year. It's pretty pathetic
Your scalp is beautiful.You're beautiful.
I blame you for making me fail Biology,
your God damn scalp...
I love the way you turn your head and gaze out the window in a drifting
daze, and start biting at your chapped, full lips with boredom.
I can'tEvery movement
blame you, Mr. Jefferson a fucking bore with everything.
is just, alluring.
And when in class, and those times you turn your head so I can see, your eyes
twinkle under the shitty excuse of high quality school lighting. (Ah, bless this
God for your angelic looks
MURDERMy name is SarahMURDER11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly brok
A second chance to dance.I know your song has lostA second chance to dance.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
its rhythm and its rhyme
but I promise you can still dance to
the song that pigeons coo for you.
You may first need to
leave this place,
for pigeons don't come
where the wind
is not moist,
where the sky and land
are full of noise, and where
even the shadows
I cannot tell you how to go
since I have never travelled there,
but I know the place is quite far
from where you are
Pigeons sit there as you wait,
yet they may soon disappear;
I warn you about this
time and again
and you say:
"I first must try to find
the rhythm and the rhyme
that my own song has lost."
And I keep promising
you can still dance to
the song that pigeons coo for you,
but you keep claiming
no song in the world
is as beautiful
as your own.
mouthbreatheryou'll call me pretty things because you don't know my name yet:mouthbreather5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today: empty doorways.
i am empty doorways. a prosthetic limb with vermillion coated oceans oozing from beneath my kneecaps, and you'll say you love me as you swim in the soaking floorboards.
(& i'll call you beautiful as i trace your stained skin with my ivory fingertips. i love you back.)
yesterday: november sunsets.
i am november sunsets. a starry-eyed shoreline, crashing beneath the supernovas, and washing your feet as i drag you closer to me. after that you'll show me your split lips and touch them against mine.
(& i'll touch yours back, and tell you november sunsets can't compare to you.)
i am honey. the sweet on your lips and the rays of daylight smothering your chest and warming your heart, and you'll cuddle close to my crinkled denim and fidget with your glow bracelets; then ask to spend every afternoon like this, on the bleachers.
( & i'll say yes and then brush your hair be
Encore :RepoGeneticOpera:In the confusion after Shilo left the medical team rushed to Rotti's aid and his children continued to fight. No one really noticed when the body of rogue repo man Nathan Wallace vanished.Encore :RepoGeneticOpera:6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Graverobber was good at not being seen. The only set back was that Nathan was heavier than he had expected. Still, he got him out of the theatre and into his junker of a car, and down to the dump.
He hadn't always been a drug dealer. Once he had cared about people, but after Gene-Co had cornered the market in all things medical, he had been out of a job. After seeing so many vain and foolish people, he had grown hard.
He dumped Nathan's barely alive body on the table unceremoniously. It was a shot in the dark without proper equipment, and it had been years since he had done surgery, but he decided to try. Nathan had lost control of his own life seventeen years ago, although he had tried to do the best he could for his daughter. He was going to give the former repo-man one last chance to ta
The MLP Drinking GameTAKE A SHOT:The MLP Drinking Game4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Whenever anypony's hairdo is ruined.
Whenever anypony makes a pony-related pun (FILLY-delphia, NEIGH-sayers).
Whenever anypony refers to "friendship".
Additionally, you must say "Friendship is Magic!" or finish your drink.
Whenever anypony refers to PRINCESS CELESTIA, take a shot in her honor.
Additionally, you must say "Another thousand years!" or finish your drink.
Whenever anypony drinks something, you must also take a drink.
Additionally, you must say "Confound these ponies! They drive me to drink." or finish your drink.
Whenever a unicorn outside the named cast appears on screen.
Additionally, you must say "Unicorn Power!" or finish your drink.
Whenever DERPY appears on screen.
Whenever anypony claps (clops?) their hooves or brohoofs another pony
Whenever APPLEJACK or RAINBOW DASH are forced to wear girlie clothes.
Whenever anypony grabs another's tail.
Whenever FLUTTERSHY says UM.
Whenever FLUTTERSHY squeaks.
Whenever FLUTTERSHY is abused by Angel in some way.
Watching I know there are monsters under peoples' beds and clawing so viciously at the walls of my skull. I can hear them screaming and fighting to get out of me through my actions, but I can't release them.Watching3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The monsters want blood.
I don't want that.
But I do...
What do I want? Can one of you help me? None of the monsters help very much--they all tell me that killing is for the best and that if I don't continue it, they'll kill me. I know that you think I'm crazy, but I'm not.
They're real and among us. One in five people is a monster like me--or at least a monster-in-hiding. Psychopaths and sociopaths and schizophrenics and sadist lurk all around you. There could be one in your family, someone who leers over you in your sleep just wondering how your head would look on a stick, wanting to make a lamp or a couc
5 ways to get kissed on Valentine's DayIce-Skating – Frost-ler – Rated K5 ways to get kissed on Valentine's Day2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I-I don't know about this, Jack...”
“Aw, come on Once.” Jack begs to the slightly shaking man. “I promise ice-skating is really fun! Besides, I made sure to triple-freeze the river this morning. Nothing bad is going to happen.” The white-haired guardian then gives a loving smile before extending his pail hand and asking, “Don't you trust me?”
Oncie bites his lower lip nervously, and nervously tugs at the Thneed around his neck before nodding.
“I-I do.” Oncie says, still a little uncertain for some reason.
“Then quit being afraid, and take my hand.” Jack says a bit teasingly. Oncie kept his hand tightly on his Thneed for a moment, but then slowly lets go of it to take a hold of Jacks cold hand. The guardian smiles before carefully lifting the lanky man off the snow-covered earth to the slick ice of the river. Oncie seemed pretty sturdy, but as soon Jack removed his hand
Murder MurderMurder Murder10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A stabbed heart,
A bloodied knife.
Lost a life.
A broken neck,
A home made noose.
A smoking gun,
A half a face.
A roaring track,
A cold blood stain.
Another run over
By a train.
A cute fire,
A burning boy.
Thought a toy.
A piano wire,
A girl in two.
Another one stood
Up to you.
I am the sunsetIt was a month from tomorrow and you were there. You were singing, like always, because those lacerated lips and tic-tac teeth of yours will never be still. I watched from the rafters as you groped for the words, the ones we both knew you needed. Clawing at the walls in frantic pursuit of this song, you tore through the flesh of that memory. The one that was supposed to stay cloudy and close, like a stubborn impenetrable fog.I am the sunset5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you find what you're looking for, you'll wish you hadn't.
The brackish notes rose to meet me, and they burst, one by one, into clumsy ears. As vertigo set in, I tried to restrain my fleeing shroud of indifference, to no avail. Now my salt water notes float down to meet yours. Blush comes to even emaciated cheeks and every heat ascends to heavens. Now I'm gone and you're not and
I didn't want this, but I did want you.
You had notes to match my words and
I didn't want this, but I did want you and
Ode to Matthew BellamyI'd go gay for Matthew BellamyOde to Matthew Bellamy9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I know I shouldn't
I'd go gay for Matthew Bellamy
But hey, who wouldn't?
You're British, that rocks, and you play the guitar
Why should it matter what sex you are?
Your spiky hair and falsetto scream
Truly make you stand out on the rock scene
Everything about you is so easy to love,
I wanna be watching you from above
I'd go gay for Matthew Bellamy
I know I shouldn't
I'd go gay for Matthew Bellamy
But hey, who wouldn't?
We really don't have to take it that far,
but please just play me like your guitar
I'm not really gay, I love Meg White too,
But Matt, she just can't quite compare to you
Everything about you resonates happiness
I wanna feel your love bliss
I'd go gay for Matthew Bellamy
I know I shouldn't
I'd go gay for Matthew Bellamy
But hey, who wouldn't?
Across the piano, I love the way your fingers fly
Just for one night, will you at least be bi?
You're truly amazing, no doubt about that
Oh, let's make some distortion and feedback
Everything about you
Inspiration : 'Under The Brim'Inspiration : 'Under The Brim'5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He needed a break.
Having been up since five, it now being eleven thirty, with only one cup of coffee, his energy was on low and his nerves were tweaked. He needed something to relax him and his muscles after having worked all morning.
He needed a cigarette.
Leaning his shovel up against the playground fence, he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. He pulled one out of the pack, before stuffing it back in his back pocket and removing his lighter. Flicking the fire to life, he stuck the cigarette in his mouth, before lighting the end, sighing as he drew in a sharp breath, inhaling the nicotine, before stuffing the lighter back in his back pocket.
As he let the nicotine seep into his system, he let the cigarette hang from his lips, as he adjusted his hat. "Eew!" He stopped, as he raised his head to see past the rim of his hat, and felt butterflies come to his stomach as he stared at a small girl with dark brown, almost black looking, hair and chocolate
Be Mine? (Soul x Maka x Kid)Be Mine? (Soul x Maka x Kid)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I took a break from DWMA Rumble! for a day to write this one shot~ This is also for a Soul Eater writing contest on Instagram and I always gotta take it to the next level xD
I do not own Soul Eater and I never will... /sobs disgustingly
Also, Maka/Kid is not my favorite shipping, but I thought it fit for this situation. I only ship Maka/Soul and Kid/Me ;D Enjoy~ :3
"Happy Valentines Day, Soul~!" Blair purred, jumping onto Soul's bed in only her bra and underwear.
Soul's eyes shot open and blood spewed out of his nose from the sight. "B-Blair!? What the hell?!" he shouted.
She giggled and trailed her finger down his neck. "It's Valentine's Day, silly~! Like your present?" she asked seductively.
The door creaked open and Maka poked her head into Soul's room. She stared at the scene before her with confusion. Soul turned his head to her and gasped. "No, Maka, it's not what you think...!" he said quickly.
Maka blinked and narrowed her eyes at
Slenderman*Thump*Slenderman3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Wha-...What was that?
I wake up from a dreamless sleep just in time for the second blow.
The walls shudder and suddenly I'm on the floor, gripping the carpet fiercely as the room rattles around me. I shut my eyes tight, hoping for the worst. Then, all of a sudden, the shaking of the house comes to a complete halt. No aftershock, no rumbling. Complete silence.
I stand up, dazed and confused, as I hear a small patter down the hallway coming towards my room. Scared breathless, I had no idea what to expect. Was someone trying to bomb us? Had someone broken in our house? I had no time to think.
The room was pitch dark, so I felt down the plaster walls frantically, circling my bedroom until I found the closet door. I opened it slowly and jumped inside, leaving a small crack to observe the inside of my dark room. Sitting down amongst clothes and other personal belongings, I waited silently in a blanket of darkness.
The patter I had heard down the hallway became mu
The Fruit of Her WombLeft here, dangling-The Fruit of Her Womb4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Strangling, choking on the bitterness;
Force-fed reassurance from a pigeons pocket;
Playing dead, on turntable empathy,
Barely proud, only missing everything.
Inside you, I hide--
Bleeding, misdirected in arrogance;
She laughs, repugnant;
Laps up the curse that blankets purgatory;
Only ugly dreams call for confusion;
Twisted like the thorn in my side,
You, are forever desperately--
Searching for perfection.
will you remember?In years to comewill you remember?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps this shall be a dream
Merely a memory
In the back of our minds
Perhaps one day
We'll pretend this never happened
Pass on the street
With barely a glance
Or would we stop
Surprised at the changes
"It won't be awkward"
Hell it won't be anything at all
Who used to be close
Who used to be friends
Would we speak for history's sake
Or simply put it all behind us
Forget the other existed
But I know I never shall
Never found someone like you before
And don't want to search for another
Yet we'll go our separate ways
Just another girl you met
Just another passing fancy
While you opened my eyes
It'll never be the same
And we'll meet someone new
Yet I won't forget
I couldn't forget
But will you remember?
I am weakI am weak becauseI am weak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't swim,
I can't fly.
I can't speak.
Because I am afraid of the
I am weak because
I let my emotions in my way,
I don't stand up,
I just die.
I am weak because,
when I was called a
dumb birthday slut,
I just cried.
Because when I was bullied,
I just kept silent.
When I was thought of
having a disease,
suicide was my only thought.
But at the end I realised
that I am not weak,
I am strong.
I was strong enough to
not commit suicide,
to blossom from my cuts,
to speak for my own.
Because I was strong enough
to realise that no matter
I will always be weak.
Our DestinyBig bright sun was hanging motionless in the sky. Its bright shine was gently heating up the tops of hills and leaves of millions of trees.Our Destiny4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Freddy Krueger, lying at the edge of the rocky slope, narrowed his eyes, looking at rocky canyons and endless plains, the perfectly red-gold colored.
It was a great feeling just to be able to lying on nice-heated smooth rock and be able to not think about anything. The day was sunny and cheerful and Freddy closed his eyes and wheezed, feeling like the rays of the morning sun gently caresses his skin. He felt satisfied. He didn't know why. Everything was just as it was meant to be.
Observing the big brown eagle, flying around a canyon from under half closed eyelids Freddy sighed. Then opened his eyes.
Along with the bird suddenly appeared anxiety.
Freddy shuddered, lifting slightly up at the elbows. He changed the position, turning his back to the sun. Nothing. The anxiety didn't want to disappear.
-"What the fuck is going on with me?..." he
83 Ways to Annoy Skywarp83 Ways to Annoy Skywarp:83 Ways to Annoy Skywarp4 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) Make a warping noise or say "Beam me up Scottie!" everytime that Skywarp teleports.
2) Call him 'Warpy/Warpster as a nickname.
3) Push Skywarp down when he's least expecting it (since he does it to others a lot as it is). You'll only be able to do this once in your life, probably (as he'll either murder you or teleport away every time after) so better cherish it.
4) Mention how Starscream was right; 'Warpy is a big play-baby with no real skills or abilites. What a shame. At least someone should make use of that teleporting ability!
5) Be serious with him at all times. About everything. And only remark that, "Srs face is srs."
6) Mention his apparent useless throughout the G1 series. Psstt, keep making Energon cubes. Yep.
7) Ask if he's a droid worker who dreamed of being a star one day but was just too much of a procrastinator. Because you understand the poor scrapheap. You really do.
8) Tell him that pink is the new black... And purple.
9) Take the