Name: (can't come up with one)
Age: ??
Sex: ??
Species: Slime
Height: ~4'1" to 6'5"
Weight: ??

Appearance:
- Hair and fur: They are a slime, almost like Jell-O, with a blue hue.
- Markings: N/A
- Eye color: They have black pupils


Behavior and Personality: They are curious and act almost childlike when smaller, but tend to be stoic and silent when taller. Attitude tends to change with size. More submissive when small, but more dominate when big.

Skills: Able to grow and shrink when ingesting nutrients. Is also capable of splitting themselves into smaller versions and able to give the tiny clones simple tasks to complete. At which point they come back to the original and await orders or reabsorption.

Likes: Sweets, music, anything cute, mild weather, swimming, sleeping, reading, holding hands and being hugged.
Dislikes: Sour or burnt tastes, extreme hot or cold, lint/dirt/or general uncleanliness.

History: (As of yet undetermined)



Clothing/Personal Style: Usually is seen wearing something casual, likes graphic tees because they're very expressive.

Goal: (As of yet undetermined.)
Profession: Clerk at a bookstore/coffee shop (likes all the smells).
Personal quote: ??
Theme song: None really.
Birthdate: ??
Star sign: ??

Favorite food: Hard Candy
Favorite drink: Green Tea
Favorite location: the coffee shop
Favorite weather: Mild
Favorite colors: Blue~

Least liked food: Sour/Spicy/Burnt food
Least liked drink: Things with cinnamon
Least liked location: Closed in places
Least liked weather: Extreme heat or cold


Significant other: None (Single)
Orientation: (Prefer not to answer).

Why can I not find any good ref sheets for "goo monsters"?
I wanna make a new sona but the internet is making it difficult....helps me?

So I get a tablet but now I can't freaking draw!

Slowly but surely my mind is preparing itself for the onslaught of ideas piling up in there just waiting to hit a canvas of some sort...
Any day now....
Aaaaaaany day now.....
...
:/

I can't draw...I want to draw...
HOW DO I DRAW!!!!????

Name: (can't come up with one)
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Species: Black Panther
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 250 lbs

Appearance:
- Hair and fur: All black
- Markings: white symbols arranged on his back (undecided)
- Eye color: His sclera (whites of the eyes) are actually black an the iris are deep (DEEEEEEEEEP) purple. (#2B0057)


Behavior and Personality: Is very thoughtful in a sense that he is always thinking. This is not always a good thing though. He suffers from bipolar mood swings which

lead to a lot of self-harm and attempts at his own life. And to a lesser degree isolation from family and friends.

Skills: Very cat like and nimble. Sneaky and quiet. Extraordinary leg power. Skilled in many forms of martial arts.
Weaknesses: His emotions.

Likes: Sweets, music, anything cute, mild weather, playing guitar, playing piano, drawing, painting.
Dislikes: Sour or burnt tastes, extreme hot or cold, people mistreating musical instruments, arbitrary or useless rules

History: (As of yet undetermined)



Clothing/Personal Style: Dresses in hoodies (no matter the temperature, he doesn't ever seem to sweat at all) and men's Capri shorts (cargo style). All his clothes seem to be permanently stained with paint.

Goal: To be a world known artist (musical or otherwise)
Profession: Freelance anything.
Personal quote: 'He doesn't know what to do, so he just sits there.....taking the pain......and not saying a word.'
Theme song: None really.
Birthdate: Sep. 10, 1993
Star sign: Virgo

Favorite food: Anything really...
Favorite drink: Coca~cola
Favorite location: High places with great views
Favorite weather: Mild
Favorite colors: Blue, red, green, purple...any color really.

Least liked food: Sour or burnt food
Least liked drink: Coffee
Least liked location: Closed in places
Least liked weather: Extreme heat or cold


Significant other: None (Single)
Orientation: (Prefer not to answer).

http://imgur.com/3TLgcvw
http://imgur.com/zEy5MMK

Ever get that feeling you're just being used?

Like...a girl you ya love.She doesn't love ya back. She loves someone else. She keeps you on the sidelines just in case her two main squeezes don't work out.

I mean a woman feels she shouldn't be anybody's second choice, but she EXPECTS you to wait for her while she fools around.
Like all I ask is for her to stop leading me in like she's starting to like me the same way then be like, 'Oh you know we're still JUST FRIENDS right? Like I only like you to an extent. After that it's like...eh.'

What?!?!?!?!?!?!

I feel....totally worthless.
My birthday is in a few days.
But no matter, because everyone I care about is either gone or won't talk to me.
I don't know what to do with myself.

Go get in that man!
Dat raffle!
Bro!
DAT RAFFLE!

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/4825449/

If I faved every pic I downloaded from here...I'd have hellza ton of faves....but I don't...is that wrong?

Name: Zen Mii

Species: Panda

Age: 16

Sex: Female

Orientation: Bi-curious

Height: 5’5”

Likes: Sweet, sugary things; quiet, easy going music; breezy days/afternoons in an open feild; the smell of baked goods; being hugged; being kissed on the nose.

Dislikes: Coffee (black); loud noises; small spaces, anything burnt smelling; her tail being touched; any part of her person being groped without permission.


Description: She’s a panda...... she’s black and white. But she has special tribal markings, covering each arm, her parents referred to as “birthmarks”. The one on her right arm is a symbol of destruction. The one on the left, rejuvenation

She has this cute little tuft of hair that sits atop her chest that she thinks is embarrassing because it brings too much attention to her “assets”.

Her eye color changes with her mood and she has a tendency to be.... clingy.

Name: Back Beat
Alias: “BB” or “T.E.N.”
Gender: Stallion
Race: Earth Pony
Colour: Chocolate Brown
Eyes: Blue
Mane: Bright Yellow
Cutie mark: Snare Drum w/ Sticks
Age: 19

Back Beat was born into a rather “down to equestria” family that owned their own vinyl (record) shop in Manehattan. The shop they owned was also their house. (they had one of those home shop kinda deals...). During his mother’s pregnancy with him, they would put headphones on her belly and softly play music for him. If he liked it (which he generally did) he’d do this thing where he’d rub his hoof on the inside of his mom’s belly (it looked creepy actually). And if he didn’t like it (which seemed to be only when they tried to get him to listen to “Country Music”) he’d give a buck (kick). When they brought their little bundle of joy home, he immediately went crawling around the store, knocking over shelves filled with records. His mom knew then that he was going to be a handful! But his dad thought he would be a riot to have around the shop. And they were both right, his mother got her daily workout chasing the foal around the shop, and everypony that came in seemed to want to buy more records than usual.

During BB’s colt (teenage) years, he got out a lot and met a lot of different ponies. There was hardly anypony he hated, or even disliked for that matter. Even though he still hadn’t gotten his Cutie Mark, he was very popular with the fillies (ladies), which worried his mom, but made his dad proud. One day, while out and about running errands for his mom he saw a flyer for a party honoring a DJ that was in town for a week. The flyer said “Anypony who’s anypony will be there! So if you’re into thumping treble, and banging bass... come on out and see the hottest DJ in Equestria.” He rushed home to ask his parents if he could go, and his mom almost immediately refused to let him... but his dad insisted that he go, he said:
“It’d be good for him to meet some famous musicians honey!”
To which she replied:
“DJing does NOT make somepony a musician...”
Ultimately, it was decided that he could go, just as long as he was home by a before the shop closed...

As he entered the “club” where the DJ was performing, he saw things he had only seen on the streets, ponies breakdancing (or what could pass for breakdancing for a pony), ponies beatboxing... (or at least trying to) when somepony’s voice boomed over the speaker system:
“And now, the pony you all came to see. Fillies and gentlecolts, put your hoofs together for the only filly legally allowed to have this much swag... Vinyl Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatch!!!”
As she came out to the stage, and walked up to her turntable, BB couldn’t really tell what caught his eye the most! The unicorn’s neon blue mane cut in a style he’d never seen before... or the way her coat seemed to glow as well under the blacklight. Either way, when Vinyl Scratch opened her lips, there was only one thing he did know... he had a celebrity crush...

After the performance was over, as a special gift to her fans, Vinyl Scratch threw a bunch of “Back Stage Passes” out into the audience. BB was lucky enough to catch one. After waiting in a long line of screaming fan-fillies (most of which looked like they’d be caught dead before they were caught screaming, like that, for any other reason) he finally got his chance to see his newfound crush.

“Last one.” said the bodyguard as he pushed BB into the room.

“Who should I make it out to?” the all white unicorn asked, levitating a pen and a pre-autographed picture of herself.

BB was silent, dumbstruck from meeting his crush after just started having a crush on her.

“Uh... you okay dude?” Vinyl asked.

“I think he’s another one of those ‘strong silent’ types Vinyl.” came a voice from the side of BB.

There he saw a stunning grey mare lying down on a sofa. She looked absolutely beautiful.
BB was obviously blushing really hard because Vinyl said..

“I don’t think he’s here to see me ‘Tavia” with a sly smile.

“N-no, I was here to see you Vinyl... It’s just that I wanted to say something, then I saw her.” he said pointing to Octavia.

“Oh really, what was it you wanted to say to her before you saw me?” Octavia asked.

“O-oh I just wanted to say, that I...uh... think you’re really pretty Vinyl Scratch... I’ve never seen a pony with a mane like yours.” BB stuttered.

“Oh really now?” Vinyl asked teasingly.

“hen I saw Miss...” he paused not knowing the grey mare’s name.

“Octavia.” she told him.

“...Miss Octavia... and I’ve never seen anypony with a more elegant mane....” BB said.

Octavia blushed a little at the unexpected compliment.

Looking back at Vinyl, she said:

“Nopony’s ever come back here to give us compliments on our looks before...” she said.

She got up off her stool, walked over to BB, and planted a peck on his cheek. As he stood there in shock, Octavia got up from her seat, walked over to BB, and kissed his other cheek. BB fainted. He woke up on the sofa that Octavia was sitting on earlier, both the mares looking worriedly over him.

“You okay kid?!” Vinyl asked with panic in her voice.

“Why’d have to make him pass out ‘Tavia” Vinyl asked accusingly.

“Well, it’s not like I did it on purpose.” Octavia replied defensively.

“W-what happened?” BB groaned.

“Oh, thank Celestia! You’re okay!” they both said.

“Did I pass out?” BB asked.

“You kinda did dude...” snickered Vinyl.

“This is no laughing matter Vinyl Scratch” Octavia said, sounding a little more than ticked.

“I-it’s fine Miss Octavia. I’m okay, r-really!” BB said reassuringly.

“Well then you better get home dear, and get some rest.” Octavia said with a calmer voice.

“Oh, and don’t forget this kid.” Vinyl said, handing BB a photo of her and Octavia together, signed by both of them. He looked up at Vinyl Scratch and she winked at him. He looked over at Octavia, she just smiled.

On his walk home, he couldn’t stop thinking about Vinyl, Miss Octavia and their music!

When BB got home, it was late. His parents were worried sick! They were about to yell at him, when his mom stopped mid sentence.

“BB, y-you’ve got... you got you’re Cutie Mark!!!” she shouted.

He indeed had gotten his Cutie Mark. It was a snare drum with a pair of drum sticks...