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Retiring My Fluttershy CosplayFor as far as I know, I am no longer cosplaying Fluttershy anymore, for these reasons why:
• My idea for her dress is no longer original due to another user/close friend taking my outline and idea...
• I was told I was too fat to cosplay her
• This cosplay has caused so much drama
• The character's imaged is ruined to me due to certain people...
I loved this character with such a passion and had so much fun cosplaying her, but I am done...
I cannot take the baggage of cosplaying a main character of MLP anymore...
Fluttershy was an inspiration to my life.
She made me happy.
But now all it brings me is to tears of sorrow...
I'm sorry everyone...
A NoticeHey guys. It's Lauren (or II2DII). I want to apologize about my Fluttershy journal and some of what I wrote (I also want to apologize for some of my Instagram posts)... I said some (or a) bad thing(s) that I shouldn't have and it cost me a very deep price. I just want to update on my cosplays and a partner that will no longer be with me... I was going to give this entry more time before updating about this so quick, in hopes that maybe it wouldn't be the end between her and I, but I have lost faith...
Since the loss of my partner, I've felt very departed from many cosplays... This does mean that I will no longer have a (full) group (or partner) for South Park, My Little Pony, Regular Show, Higurashi, Umineko, etc... I apologize to my fellow South Park watchers... But I will still cosplay Kenny, but not with my group anymore, since I do not have a full group anymore (but I won't be cosplaying Kenny as much anymore)...
I want to make a positive note and say that I am and will continue on
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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