(“Differences” by RatofDrawn)
…watch out for hysterical AppleDash shippers because RatofDrawn decided to do one different ship. (Well at least Tcherno is being goofy about it.)
Unless you find such displays of hysteria to be hilarious, which I do what with being evil and Canadian.
But still, d’aaaaaaaawwwww…they’re touching nosies! :D
RARIJACK! TOUCHING NOSIES! :D It’s an absolutely gorgeous piece, so thanks for sharing. I especially dig the inclusion of Rarity’s outfit from “Sleepless in Ponyville.” It’s very Jackie O.
And shippers gonna be shippers. Sometimes I feel bad for visual artists, as it seems they tend to get this more than fanfic writers do, and I know I’d get really discouraged if I poured hours into a piece only to get a flood of “Rarijack sucks, but I guess the picture’s all right” in response.
Not that I’ve never gotten that in response to any of my stories. But I’ve the sense that I get it less.
It probably helps, too, that I’m so incredibly disloyal that no one probably has any ship-specific expectations of me anymore.
LOYALTY’S FOR SUCKERS, HA. (Sorry, Rainbow Dash.)
…have some Scootabelle!
(“Buzzz” by Kryptchild)
Sweetie, nooooooo! Scootaloo is not a lollipop! (Though Scoots doesn’t seem to mind.)
I am pretty sure that is the exact opposite of minding. Ahem.
Thanks for sending my way! :)
Applejack and Rainbow Dash could have kept going, deeper into the Everfree Forest where they’d be safer — that was a strange thought to have — but Fluttershy was exhausted from her efforts to keep up with the two athletic ponies. So they stopped in a relatively nonthreatening location, a small clearing near the river that ran through the forest, and the three struggled to catch their breath.
Applejack was the first to speak since the three had fled Ponyville. “Reckon we’re safe this far in? I think we’re deeper into the Everfree than those ruins Twilight dragged us to when Nightmare Moon attacked.”
Dash shook her head violently, sending droplets of sweat flying from her drenched mane. “I seriously don’t know if we’re safe anywhere, AJ.” She glanced through the tree line to a mountain far in the distance. “If we stop, we’ll be found. We’ll be caught. And the fate we’ll suffer…” The prismatic pegasus shuddered before turning to her more timid friend. “‘Shy, are you good to go? Because we really need to get going.”
Emdashes or spaced Endashes, thank you very much. *spins into the atmosphere*
“But the practice in some parts of the English-speaking world, including the style recommended by The New York Times Manual of Style and Usage, sets it open, separating it from its surrounding words by using spaces or hair spaces when it is being used parenthetically.”
Now, I’ll admit that, as that article demonstrates, a lot of other style manuals and other resources say that emdashes should only be closed, so I can see where you’re coming from. And I wasn’t aware until I looked it up that spaced endashes would be acceptable; I was always under the impression that they were only for value ranges and connecting words. I may well switch to using them instead.
Hasty Hooves nudged open the door to Sugarcube Corner with one wing, the bell jangling. Its clatter rung like her own nerves, loud and piercing. With a sheepish grin to the others waiting, she signed her name on the checklist and then took a seat in the nearest unoccupied chair.
While she waited, watching the other Pegasi called into the back room one by one, she hid her face in her wings. This is a good idea, this is a good idea, this is a good idea, she told herself in an effort to keep from bolting from her chair.
After waiting an hour, the longest hour of her life, she heard a beautiful voice call out, “Hasty? Hasty Hooves?”
She gulped nervously and stood, trotting into the back room where she saw Twilight and Pinkie Pie waiting for her, seated behind a table. Twilight flashed her a grin and nudged the open chair. “Have a seat, Ms. Hooves.”
I REGRET NOTHING!
I regret that it stopped there. >_>