TallaFerroXIV

As I've re-begun to draw ponies over that past week or so, I've noticed that I can now draw them faster and better than before. This has made my /dream/ of making an as blog a tad more atanable.

So after a bunch of character design, I present to ye, humble watchers, a mere thing:

ask-ruby-streak.tumblr.com/

I need asks to start this up, so, ask away!

Thanks for reading.

Studying again. I have free time now so I may as well get pack to drawing. I should have never left it, it was wrong of me. Time to re-learn and improve!

Hello peoples! well I have been very busy but i have made it.
I have finally started my conworld asktumblr thing. I would much appreciate if you could maybe go check it out.
voicesofataname.tumblr.com/

On request, I shan't be taking them any more. Sorry, but no time really. I will be taking commissions, though. Just send me a note on that.



Thanks for reading and I hope to make more art soon.

Hmmm... yeah, it's been long!


And I'm not too depressed anymore

Will start drawing more soon, I'm waiting on something.

I won't be taking requests though, not anymore. If anyone had a request pending please tell me here.

I hope you like humans too.

Sorry about the last journal, I was emotional and had to rant... thank you for your kind words, you guys mean a lot to me. I maintain many Internet friendships that I care as much as my IRL ones... so sorry for acting all stupid back there.

I also thank you for the 7000 views! Wow! If you came to me six months ago saying I'd be here now I would have not believed you. Actually, one year ago is when I first saw the first bronies (they popped up on TWC), and if you had told me I;d be art of this fandom I'd have been very dubitative.

But, here we are, that's how the big potato rolls.


I need to finish off the prologue... I'm so close yet so far atm...

Sometimes you squint and see the string that hold up our delicate dreams, little silver strands, tensing and toiling their length to hold things of which you've never told. Running secrets and made up things, only suited for non existent kings. So sometimes these little string, though tough, do break and release the dreams. They fall, they tumble, down the air and then, lightly, crash, as you despair. You see what meant to you fall and die, a million pieces that make you cry; and so you do. You cannot lie. But that's when it dawns upon you that, maybe, all the dreams are never truths, but little whispers in our selves that bring us down imaginary roads to cities that glimmer in the platonic shine of impossibility. You see them far, diamonds shining on the horizon till they are destroyed by the hordes of truth and the meteors of reality. And, so, standing on the plain you finally realize and regret; move on and forget, and live on your life.