I did some math regarding everypony’s mortality.
Since this blog is about death incarnate, I thought I might as well post it here.
Sleep tight.
I will draw an answer for absolutely every single coherent sfw thing that shows up in my ask box from now until when I close asks.
uh…wait… this could end poorly….. limit one per person, then. And anon is not a person.
GO! GO! GO!
EDIT: Three so far. Cool. I’ll leave this open overnight and hope I don’t get in over my head here. OR I’LL RANDOMLY CLOSE IT, WHO KNOWS
EDIT EDIT: eeeeee, closed, I want to at least try to maintain some kind of standard of quality. Thanks for asking stuff, I’ll see you guys tomorrow after I sleep and maybe after a surprise meeting for work~~~!
JUST TO BE CLEAR, I DIDN’T CLOSE ASKS, I JUST CLOSED THIS OFFER AND CAN NO LONGER GUARANTEE I’LL ANSWER EVERYTHING, BUT YOU CAN STILL ASK THINGS.
Just in case… you know?
Obligatory reblog? Hmmmm…
Anyway, this post is now about how infrequently I update this blog. Just like my last gazillion posts. Daaaaang, my last gazillion posts are about the same thing. Hm. You guys like that kind of post, right? “This isn’t really an update, but hello?” Ha.
BECAUSE MY MODERATOR IS A LAZY BASTARD.
Also, just yesterday he accidentally uninstalled his operating system, so you can just imagine the random derpidity of dumb that he gets up to rather than DRAWING ANSWERS FOR THIS BLOG LIKE HE SHOULD BE.
You can yell at him here if you like: http://hereticalrants.deviantart.com/
I never delete asks so you might see random questions from several months ago pop up at any time. My moderator-illustrator person is going to be trying out the workflow of using MyPaint and GIMP in tandem and will probably end up helping me answer some questions here for practice. Maybe. Eventually. I’m still pretty busy smiting the damned, ya know.
I really like her mane!
I mean,
Uh..
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(Source: askdreambaker)
OH IT WILL BE SO MUCH FUN
PONIES TRIM EACH OTHER’S MANES, RIGHT? I READ ALL ABOUT IT IN THIS BOOK
That’s entirely up to you!
Psychology is, of course, malleable. Sentient beings are able to overcome their own natures. In this regard, I do not want to overcome my own: I, myself, have never really understood the fear of death. Oblivion is oblivion, nothing more. It is not something I am frightened of.
However, I’ve been reading up on attitudes towards death throughout history, and the fear of death does not appear to naturally prevail over its acceptance. I believe the fear of death to be, by and large, a social construct.
Some say that death is what gives life meaning, that it’s what drives us to live wholesome and fulfilling lives— because we have a time limit. This way of thinking is misguided because of the time scales involved. Our minds simply cannot concretely grasp time periods longer than a few moments, and our conception of longer periods of time is based entirely on vague abstractions. While most people are certainly more productive when working on deadlines, this only holds true when the deadline is known and looming a relatively short time in the future. No one really knows when they will die until it is too late.
Text answer because reasons.
My new pet! She’s better at magic than I am and a faster flier than Rainbow Dash. Truly, a multicolored neon glowing alicorn that everypony loves. EVERYPONY. Even Gilda.
Behold, Sarea Bright Eyes Fence-dancer Squidacina The Third, the last of the Pulpoponis, a race of blue-ringed octopus-ish alicorns that far exceed even Princess Celestia in intelligence and power. Unfortunately, they have no bones. This is highly debilitating, as one might expect.
This picture isn’t clear about this, but she has no eyes, because she is a hipster, and all the ponies worth knowing know that eyes are highly overrated. Actually, her mother stole her eyes to further her power-hungry rampage across Equestria by sacrificing them to an ancient Cthulian predecessor to Dischord. As such, she doesn’t like to talk about her dark, dark, dark, grimly dark past.
tl;dr, this is actually just some manner of… art trade(?) of ridiculousness with Dream Baker here on Tumblr.
The blog will return to its usual lighthearted angst whenever the hell I feel like it.
In the mean time, DON’T FEAR THE REAPER YOU LITTLE FOALS.
(Note: I am not making fun of Slugbox’s Cteno here. I love Cteno. Especially her skeleton.)
