Fire. Fire everywhere. Every house was on fire, and every pony, every pony that survived… and I couldn’t do anything to help them. All I could do was hide in the bushes like the coward I am and watch as my whole village was burned… by HER…
The first thing I remember from my life before coming to Ponyville was my best friend, Gearhead… we did everything together. He was mainly an inventor, and he was one who tought me how to invent… Luna, I miss him…
((the fight with Skyheart has shaken Diamondback up pretty badly, triggering some flashbacks and memories, which I will be posting here. they won’t be in any particular order, so have fun figuring that out. enjoy…))
“I must be pretty great at that for a lesbian,” Skyheart hissed. Her wings raised and wrapped themselves around her shoulders defensively, but her ears were flattened back, as if prepared to strike.
I gaped at her, watched a single tear roll down her face, either from embarrassment or anger, I couldn’t tell. “But, I…” I stammered, “I mean, you always seemed so…”
“Oh, don’t act so surprised,” she snarled. Standing now, she began moving through the mess of discarded clothes on the floor, stepping lightly and searching with her hooves. “It’s not like you couldn’t tell.” Stooped, and with her nose practically to the floor, Skyheart kept speaking, “I mean, when have you ever seen me with a stallion?”
It was true, I had never actually seen her act romantic with any stallion, except, “What about the Doctor?”
Her glasses were clasped firmly between her teeth, now, and she chuckled. “Friends,” she growled.
“Friends?” I repeated, and couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief, “You have a daughter!”
“We were drunk, and he showed me his TARDIS!” She bit back, her eyes narrowed behind their thick lenses. “Do you really think he would do that under… normal circumstances?” She ducked her head, another angry tear clinging to the fur of her cheek.
I blinked at her, still shocked and confused. Her earlier outburst still rolled around in my head, mingled with memories from last night. She had been so… insistent. Then again, she was drunk as a mule. A lecture sprang into my mind, but I held off. When I finally spoke, I hadn’t realized until the words were out, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I watched as she plucked her suit jacket from the floor in her teeth and, with swift, practiced flicks of her hooves, folded it into a neat square. Her eyes stayed down as she spoke, “I thought it was obvious.” I stared at her, and she looked up, her eyes wide and serious, “Really, I did! I thought you knew. I mean, you’ve seen me with mares, and you never asked, so I thought…” She stared at her hooves a moment before returning to her clothes, folding her shirt with trembling hooves.
Though I could tell she could take no more questioning, there was still so much more I wanted to know. Had she noticed the way I felt about her? I hadn’t exactly been subtle. And why hadn’t she said anything before? If she knew how I felt and that she couldn’t reciprocate it, did she think she was letting me down easy by not saying anything about it at all?
My mind raced as I stumbled downstairs to my workshop, the only place I ever find solace. Skyheart joined me shortly, and left soon after to pick up Gallifrey from her Filly Scouts camping trip. The rest of the day was spent alone in my shop, trying to forget…
my, my… aren’t we the observant one? Lovesong is Skyheart’s last name… her full name thus being Skyheart Lovesong…
I mostly just go by Skyheart, though. Seeing as it’s not typical of ponies to have a last name, two syllables seem to be enough for everypony. Hell, sometimes I just go by Sky.
The number of followers… It’s not stopping!!! Not that I’m complaining or anything, and I love you all, but I did not expect this kind of a following… thank you, all of you!!
((Oh. My. Celestia.
We went from fifteen to fifty followers in a day, and I just wanna say, I love you all with the burning passion of a thousand suns. Also, I’ll be finishing the next image set for our interesting little story this afternoon. I kinda wanna skip school to do it, but I’m all ready half dressed and that would be stupid.
((Okay, totally OOC, now.
Ask the Doctor Allons-y follows me? Jesus fuck, I love him! I need to stalk him with praise… right the fuck now.
Doctor. I love you. Seriously. ))
Well, somepony’s quite impatient. Calm down. First off, this isn’t Skyheart’s main blog, it wasn’t even her idea, it was mine. And it isn’t Skyheart’s fault that we tend to be a little late. If you truely want know what goes into answering a question, then here: first, we notice that our inbox icon says we have a question. We then read said question and send notes back and forth on deviantart (because in reality, the artist and I are not even in the same state). And the other reasons we don’t answer very many questions are (1) we don’t have very many followers, and (2) we don’t actually have that many questions. We need more questions, and more followers woildn’t hurt either! Yours truely, Diamondback.
Well, also, drawing takes a long fucking time. And I have this thing called a life (obnoxious, I know) that needs attending to. I am an amateur; I draw purely for the love of it, and, honestly, am not that great. Until I perfect my style (which will be a long fucking time of a lot of fucking work) I will be really fucking slow. If you want to actually discuss the various reasons I’m so very slow at posting, contact me on my personal blog, and I’ll be glad to have a civil discussion with you.
… I thought I disabled anon asking.
I asked Skyheart, and all she said was “A city. Kinda far away. You’ve probably never heard of it.” When I asked her to elaborate, she shouted something about groceries (even though I’m always the one to go grocery shopping, and that’s on Mondays) and jumped out the window. Later, when I told Gallifrey about it, she just laughed and said “Yeah, that’s my mum for you,” but I couldn’t get her to answer either. After a little coaxing, all she said was “all kinds of places, not always in the right order.” Man, and here I thought I could be vague when it came to my personal history. Anyway, I grew up in a remote village in the northern part of Equestria, and that’s all you’ll need to know!
So, seeing as Skyheart seems to be the only one posting to this blog (because I can’t draw), I have decided to do texts posts. I will be doing three types of posts: a story, a diary entry from Diamondback’s POV, and answers to your questions for me.
((This could either lead to a barrage of 3 AM art or a lull in posts. Either way, please be patient. I’ve just got a lot of shit going on that I don’t know how to deal with and need some time to calm down. Again, sorry. Please be patient with me.))
((Note from the artist))