sorry about keeping everyone in the dark lately
the mod has been SWAMPED
i havent had time to take a breather, here’s what ive been up to
i havent even had time to update my tablet drivers and draw in months
im styill setting the laptop up so i can use it for the concert with the RIG
i barely had 5 minutes to throw that teaser for you guys last night
i wake up at 10 every day, and im up till at least 3am most days.
but i want you to know im working my ASS off trying to make ends meet financially so i can send those giveaway gifts out.
i feel terrible, and i really am trying.
because the kovik redux relaunch hasnt happened yet
streaming in through the window, shining through the cracks between the newspapers taped to the glass
another day. another morning. another night survived.
‘ugh im tired of this’
he rolls over, every bruise and muscle aching with a thousand promises of pain yet to come.
‘piss off sun. im tired of this’
shakily, he rolls out of bed, his knees almost collapsing under him.
‘keep it together man.’
he stumbles over to the mini fridge, drowning pills with a canister of energy supplement. the routine was starting to take it’s toll on his body. long sleepless nights, coupled with the meds and the continual intake of energy drink weren’t helping. but like always, he grunts, bares his teeth as they kick in, and hauls himself back up from the floor.
it wouldnt be much longer now. any day now. he’d been tracking them for years. he wasn’t about to let them get away so easily, regardless of the complaints his body continuously screamed at him.
the flashback grips him, tearing at his mind with the imagined sound of distant rotors and explosions
MESSAGE TO ANYONE STILL LEFT ALIVE
OUR DEFENSES WONT LAST MUCH LONGER
BUT TO THE END WE’LL PUT UP A GOOD FIGHT”
as the memory begins to crumble, he shakes his head to clear it of the fog. they were getting worse. more and more vivid. some times it was hard to tell which world was real.
‘it wont be long now’ he says to himself for the millionth time
judgement day was fast approaching. he could almost hear the thundering hooves of the four horses, the final four that herald the apocalypse.
but not while he had a breath in his ragged body. the two of them had to be stopped.
‘it’s my job to see this through’ he had told her once
and he would.
I SPENT MY ENTIRE PAYCHECK THIS MONTH TO PAY OFF MY CREDIT CARD
I HAVE TO WAIT 2-3 DAYS TO MAKE SURE THE PAYMENT CLEARED
BUT I CAN NOW MAIL YOUR PRIZES THIS WEEK FINALLY
THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT
ITS TAUNTING ME
REMEMBER HOW YOU ARE 8 HOURS INTO PAINTING THIS
AND YOU ARENT HALFWAY FINISHED YET
IM STILL HERE JACKASS
YOU STILL HAVE TO FINISH ME”
Excuse me while i keep sharing this for the next week. tagged with mlp because of the mlp fansongs for characters, track 2 is the Vinyl/Octavia song, and track 6 is the Nightmare Moon song.
FREE TO DOWNLOAD!
- Hard Drivers
- Here comes Treble
- Lipstick Kisses
- Little Parade
- Malo Zuto
- Nightmare Monster
- Roxie Style
- Yesterday’s Grace
- Give a Damn (Dont give a damn remix)
THE LP IS LIVE AND AVAILABLE NOW
TRACK 10 ISNT AGREEING WITH THE WEBSITE, SO IF YOU WANT THE GIVE A DAMN REMIX JUST MESSAGE ME
Ok. you settle down.
You got your eyes open?
This is the story, of a Sad Pony, A laughing Princess, and a horrible storm.
A Long, long time ago, in a land far, far away, there lived a Guardsman, a guardsman with empty eyes. He trained his entire life for one purpose: To be the greatest Fighter in the history of all ponykind.
he just achieved his life’s ambition, but his heart felt emptier than ever.
they were calling it the storm of the century. no one could remember the last time a storm that big had rolled through town. the townsfolk prepared, but even with the warnings and preparations, some of them, they just weren’t ready. the thunder roared like a thousand angry dragons. lightning tore the sky in half, so bright it seemed to be noon. the rain poured down so hard it swept entire buildings away. everyone had sealed their houses as best as they could. doors and windows were boarded shut. basements locked. shutters drawn closed. everyone hid indoors.
except for one pony.
he had achieved everything he had ever dreamed about. but he was left hollow. empty. a great darkness filled his heart, numbing him to everything. he wandered the streets, drenched in rain, hardly flinching at the thunder, barely noticing the lightning. the pony just trudged on. step by step. nothing mattered to him anymore.
he heard a cry. no. that cant be right. the wind is howling too hard, too loud, too furiously for him to have heard a…
there it is again.
his ears perked up, searching, straining to hear the sound above the symphony of natures full fury.
there. down that alley.
he takes off running. jumping over the rivers that have replaced the streets. sliding and tumbling around corners in the muck. and he finds her.
a midnight blue pony has crashed into the back of a store, trapped, pinned beneath an overturned wagon, and what is left of the store.
he springs into action. kicks the wagon. kicks it again. and again. and again. until it turns to mushy splinters. then, bleeding from hundreds of tiny cuts and slivers, he gently, but firmly grabs the mysterious blue pony, hauls her past the collapsed wall, into the storefront. her mane seems to… flow. like a serpent.
oh goddess. she’s dead.
he looks around the store, hurriedly searching for anything to use to help her. all he finds are a few blankets. he wraps her up in one, and rolls the other up, softly laying her head against it as a pillow. tired, teetering on his cut up legs, he curls up against her, and slowly drifts off to sleep.
after an eternity of blackness and nightmares, he awakens to sunlight, streaming through the windows, between the boards. little cracks of golden rays.
“uhhhhg. i feel like crap.”
“well i’m not surprised.”
he opens his eyes, to see two huge Green eyes towering over him, staring back. a little startled, he jumps up to see its the mare he helped last night.
“well, looks like you can walk at least.” she teases
“i guess so. you are looking much better as well.”
“yes, well i have you to thank for that”
“don’t mention it. it’s the least i could do. name’s Kovik. Ivan Kovik Du Na’Has”
“It’s a Pleasure Mr. Kovik. My name is Hyper Dancer.”
“The pleasure is all mine Miss Dancer.”
his stomach growls loudly.
“well, little miss,” he chuckles, ignoring the aches from the night before, “how about some breakfast? i dont know about you, but i’m friggin starving.”
“i wouldnt mind a nibble of something.”
he chuckles, “alright, follow me.”
he walks past her, over the collapsed wall in the back, promptly slips on the damp wood, and lands face first in the mud with a PLOP!
She Giggles at the sight of him, like the tinkling of a thousand tiny bells.
and so here he was, peering up at that Mare. when she giggled, it did something to him inside.
for when he saved her life, she changed everything about his.
OH I ALMOST FORGOT
with a lead of 5 to 2 to 1
this version of Xenon won the “you decide” contest!
thank you to all who voted!
Thank you to all 130 of you! Askkovik is now 1 year old!
the Kovik Trilogy is 1/3 finished! part 2 starts soon!
thank you all for sticking around! here’s to the future!
Well there’s your Icon, hope you like it. C:
AAAAA LOOK HOW AWESOME HE LOOKS!
THANKS TO ask-f3rnitef03
And the last piece. A Little fire never hurt no pony.
LOOK AT THIS AMAZING PIC ask-f3rnitef03 SENT ME FOR WINNING SECOND IN THE GIVEAWAY!
OH MAN ITS AMAZING
featuring Grace Note of http://askgracenote.tumblr.com/
The “Hero Pose” for Grace, from “There but for the Grace of Gawd” story arc