1) In a drawer in the bathroom.
And I have one of those little toothbrush caps on my toothbrush!
2) If I remember right, I spoke with the author of that fanfic a few months after that happened.
askwinterflake submitted: 
I drew you :3
I saw! When Fuselight showed me, I liked it!
But you also drew it before you started following me, so I have no indication that you drew it for me.
I reblog and give pictures the gift tag if they were drawn for me. Otherwise somepony could just submit every picture of a Lyra they’ve ever drawn, to every Lyra they know hoping for exposure.
Sorry, it’s a very nice drawing and I do like it, but those are the rules.
Miss Lyra mentioned PlayDoh awhile back. Then this happened.
((I regret nothing!))
Wooo~!
You edge close to the doorway and look outside to try and spy any sign of your friends. Unfortunately the blizzard is much too thick and obscures any detail you might be looking for, like hoofprints in the snow. If you’d had the Binoculars you might be able to see something definitive, but if you recall right, Twist has them.
Other than that, everything outside appears as it did before. Ignoring the large shadow staring daggers at you, that is. But you’re careful not to meet its gaze again.
You backtrack along what is most certainly, and without a doubt, a dark tunnel. Because there are no other paths leading off of it. And it’s poorly lit.
You climb the stairs at the end of the tunnel and come back out at the armory. Since you’re already here, you take his opportunity to grab 2 more Arrows, bringing your total back up to 20. From there you head back into the grand hall with the large table and the metal chairs. You look around but the only exit from here other than the armory, is back outside where you first entered from. And where this all began.
Well…Exit found.
From here you can even see the still-open gate from where you first used the key. Looking into the brightness outside, where the sun isn’t obscured by the snowfall, you check the time on your nifty Multitool to find only an hour has passed. It’s currently 9 AM.
1) DERP
2) That’s just the thing. It has to be organic or it doesn’t mean anything.
3) Strange…
I don’t know that I get very many strange questions. Creepy? Sure. Got an entire tag for that.
…
You know what? I take it back. I got a message once that was evidently in reference to a fanfic about me being decapitated and existing as just a living head. That was the strangest.
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1) I don’t have any money to give and there aren’t any charities based in Ponyville.
I’ve donated time to a few across Equestria.
2) Go nuts. I can’t help you make it accurate, though, considering I have no idea what he looked like.
Or if he’s dead.
3) None that I can think of. We’ve never even had a fight.
And not that I want to force us to have a fight, but you kinda need to see what your partner is like when they’re upset with you.
4) Well, yeah. If you eat a lot, you poop a lot. That’s how that works.
And ah…. Whatever doesn’t harm anypony else is…
…
Let’s just not talk about that anymore.
5) Oh and how I’d love to be able to do that. Not so much any character I hold any value for, but to show ponies what I envision. No pony is interested in reading stats and notes, they want to see it for themselves.
6) Of course not, but it might help a little. And it would definitely be cool.
And it’s alright. I guess I’m still a little shaken up by my friend’s passing.
You’re so hard on yourself! I mean, everyone needs some motivation in order to improve but you really take it farther than that. I went back the other day through some of your older drawings and I thought they were nice!
1) I’ll admit that I can’t remember the last time I had a conversation about poop, but it’s better than constantly getting “How was your day?” and “What did you eat for dinner?”
You know? Ask me a real question that doesn’t involve me having to think back minute-by-minute on what I did during the day.
2) I’m just being realistic.
…
I liked this one. To tell the truth I felt bad when I uploaded it because I spent so much time on it and… it got no likes. No comments. Not a kiss-my-[omitted]. Nothing. It might as well have never happened. I thought I was doing something nice for a little filly and… no one cared one way or the other.
I always try to encourage other ponies; you’ve all so talented and it’s… It’s just been an absolute pleasure to watch each of you improve, day by day. I knew you all could. But I find it hard to encourage myself sometimes. I’m not really that lazy. I’m just so tired of… Not even failing. Just… not mattering. Not making any difference. Not making any impact. If I died today, the only thing I’d ever really be was a tragedy. All I can do is encourage others. But at the end of the day, that doesn’t really amount to anything tangible.
And no, I’m not asking for encouragement, or a lecture about how important I am and I shouldn’t feel that way. I know someponies care about me. You just brought it up, and… [sigh] that’s how I feel.
1) Uh… I’ve never really paid much attention.
If a 1,000 lbs horse poops 50 lbs a day, you’d think a much lighter pony would poop the equivalent of 5 lbs for every 100 lbs.
Without telling you my weight, certainly doesn’t feel like I poop that much a day. Seems like it should be somewhere between half and a quarter of that. I mean, we don’t eat a whole lot; few slices of pizza here and sandwich there. Obviously with ponies like Pinkie Pie who are liable to eat an entire cake, your mileage may vary.
2) You’re very sweet to say that. But I hardly call two hours on this while staring at the exact pose to be any real measure of drawing ability.
This is probably more accurate.
You take stock in your current situation, to try and clear your mind. You aren’t necessarily trapped, just separated from your friends. Though it’s dark, there doesn’t appear to be any clear danger where you’re standing.
You still have your Cloak-Style Blanket, which appears undamaged. After firing two Arrows, you still have 18 left plus the Bow. You have your Food and Water supply along with your Multitool and the Rope. You’ve Lost your Clawed Gauntlet in the fight; if not permanently than at least for the moment.
Now that you’ve calmed down, you can’t help but look down at your chest. You could have sworn you saw something being pulled out while you were pinned against the wall. Then seeping back in once you were rescued, but there’s no visible marking. On the other hoof, you now have a very unsightly scorch mark on your right shoulder. But with any luck that’ll heal over time.
The Giant Shadow has stopped striking the doorway, but it’s still waiting just outside.
1) In your world’s United States, yes. I saw a while ago. However, that doesn’t really have any bearing on our world. Or more specifically, my dimension of our world.
In my dimension a bit is worth roughly ten USD. I calculated that based on things like construction costs and yearly taxes, but I still had to factor in food consumption. If we spend three bits on a bag of apples, that’s roughly 30 USD. That’s going to look really expensive to you humans, but that’s what our economy is based on: food. Food is what we spend our money on.
We don’t pay for things like electricity and water, those are just provided for if you own or rent a home (within limitations). We don’t pay for law enforcement or road repair. We don’t need clothes. The only tax we have is the ownership tax based on 10% of what we own, not what we make.
2) Goodness, you weren’t kidding. That sounds horrible! Worse than a water-based flood!
3) That depends, are you a Homestuck fanboy?
I kid. I kid.
No, I don’t think so. I recall more than a few coming to Gilda, though.
4) [Omitted]!
I knew if I said four it was going to be three!
But yeah! Nocturne was sweet! If I could draw with a reasonable speed I think it’d be cool to do a pony drawblog based on the main character toward the end of the game. You know, reflecting back on what happened before climbing the tower. Just something fun with a hard limit of like 50 responses.
I mean, why not? Everypony else RPs all the time.
Answers after the break
Anonymous asked: Are unicorn horns sexually sensitive?
Well well. Still didn’t have the courage to use a known account when asking, huh? For shame…
To review, the sensation you feel in your horn would be wholly different from anything erotic you’d be able to compare it to. But, if stimulated it would cause something called Magic Feedback. It’s where magical energy just keeps building ontop of itself in a loop. It’s not charging because you can’t control it and can’t do anything with it. It’s like you’re casting a spell on top of a spell on top of a spell, and so on and so forth. The final result is that the magic has nowhere else to go and you experience a benign Magic Overload and a forced and very extreme case of Overcast. Overcast being a state of magic exhaustion.
The feeling of the entire event has analogs with intercourse; a great build up and an intense release. The key difference is that, as I’ve said, it all takes place on another level. That is, one is not mutually exclusive with the other. You can experience both in tandem.
All that said, my personal experience with Magic Feedback? It’s awful! After only a few seconds you become almost completely paralyzed! As in, can’t move! All I could ever do was focus on breathing so I wouldn’t pass out! The following exhaustion felt like I was on the verge of death! I swear every single time was worse than the one before!
Some unicorns seem to enjoy it, but I will never, ever ever experience that again.
I think the numbering on these are a bit out of order due to addressing that one separately. That’s interesting to learn about your horn, though.
Answers after the break
Anonymous asked: Why do you, unlike so many fictional characters, not use your troubled life as an excuse to be evil?
Are you comparing me to a fictional character? That’s not really fair to the character. No matter what you can never produce a fictional character with as many experiences as a real one. You can stack as many adventures, information, and interesting conversations as you want, and it’ll never compare to the silent moments sitting in the waiting room. Or that half hour you spent laying on your bed after you woke up. Or the irritating scratchy throat that, despite not being sick, won’t seem to go away no matter how much water you drink.
You have to remember that we are the sum of all our experiences, not just the big ones. If all I ever knew was my life as a physically and emotionally abused thief, and the only emotions I ever saw in others were disappointment and hatred, maybe the story would have gone in a different direction.
But in between the terror, pain, adrenaline, and anger, I saw natural pony emotions. I had friends, even if I was rarely very close with any. I saw that life doesn’t have to be cruel and we don’t have to treat others the way we were treated. And while I didn’t always make the socially accepted right decision, I made enough that life eventually lead me here.
But I don’t believe in good or evil. I am just me.