What’s this? A Drawing done of my favorite Tumblr blogs? Who might these wonderful ponies be? (In order from bottom to top)

1. http://justplumsweet.tumblr.com/

A wonderfully sweet pony who runs a local fro-yo shoppe called the Sweet Hog. Run by a person who is wonderfully blessed with a gift for adorable art. (Also it’s her 1 year birthday!)


A crazy (but completely lovable) pony who loves his Jacky and loves to hug as well. An amazing artist to boot.


For the BEARRRRRRRRDsSSssSssssss. Also, the macho art style always has me looking at things in a new light. Like, What if that mare…LOOKED LIKE A STALLION!?!?


Mah favoritest person in the whole Tumblr world right here. This is the guy who inspired me to finally take up a pencil and make Horrible crude drawings of ponies (lol, how do I proportion) . I love you Skyly.

5. http://ask-wiggles.tumblr.com/

Oh Wiggles, how did you get here? Probably the inseperable bond between you and Skyly. And your humorousness and awesomeness. And your Sombra stuff is awesome.

6. Last and definitely not least, http://tantamount-time-turner.tumblr.com/

A cutesy-wootsy story blog about the Doctor, but with a twist! The mod is a lovable person, but a bit shy. I love the artwork and the story line that he has.

I recommend you follow them if you don’t already. Highly so.

You silly dog, you finally got me to admit how much I truly loved you, despite all of your oddball behavior. Miss you already. R.I.P. Skyly. The one thing that keeps me smiling is knowing you are no longer in pain.

++ 3 have been sighted





Claws gripping the wooden dragon head that stuck out from the roof of his rider’s house, Toothless stared out into the sky with a heavy, concerned frown. The clouds hung low and dark, a deep rumbling echoing through the sky. His wings shook at his sides, tail fin flaring weakly as the wind picked up and swept anything that was light enough and not nail down along the ground.

Vikings were indoors, dragons were in houses or in barns, knowing a storm would strike any moment because, after all, there would be no other reason for the late afternoon sky turning dark and cold and dangerous in a matter of minutes.

The storm would hit any minute, Toothless knew this, he was adapt to flying straight through the storm itself so he knew storms like the back of his tail fin, but other dragons weren’t like him, and if one Gronkle decided it didn’t like the cramped quarters of it’s safe place and venture outside, well, the metal on it’s saddle would certainly attract trouble.

Leaping from the roof, Toothless began to jog to where the forest and the village met, wanting to make sure everyone was inside. He decided to go around the outskirts of the village first before heading through the village, figuring it was the quickest way to make sure everyone is safe before heading back inside himself.