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Drawer of things pony and furry. COMMISSIONS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED.
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He wasn't much for adventure, truth be told. Unlike his guide, he was very much a city mouse and he was very happy with that, thank you very much. As they swung over, holding onto her waist for dear life, he thought once again that he would be happy once this was all over.

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The underground paths are deadly for mice who ignore the shortcuts under the rails. His guide and companion for the journey, fortunately, was from the tribe of those who lived by the rails, rangers and guards of that mysterious frontier that separated the realms.

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Trixie certainly could be a lot with her ego, but when her friends were down in the dump, she'd always be there to cheer them up with aplomb. Tapping hooves would give a rhythm for the heart to follow, the kind that'd soothe the aches and bring a smile where none was to be found.

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When Dash decided to try out for the Wonderbolts, Gilda became her coach almost by default. Watching her fly, a rainbow of light in the grit below, only further drove the point that while Dash had a dream and the guts to achieve it, she had nothing - nothing aside from Dash.

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She could feel her heart beating like a piston deep within her chest. Her muscles tensed as her eyes sought for her target in the midst of the red haze in her skull. A headache, a heartache. She felt like a feral beast in those instants - a metallic tool of destruction.

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Exactly 10 years ago today, I posted my first art ever online, and it was a picture of Rarity. So, to celebrate that, I always wanted to draw a Rarity on that date, and I figured drawing this Rarity would be fitting. Ten whole years! Thanks everyone for sticking around. <3

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Gotta get your smoke breaks in somehow while working in outer space, too.

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Woah, G5 stuff again!

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Bit sketchy, but ee I'm pretty pleased with it.

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The burning taste of regrets is heavy in her mouth, like every morning. There's no enjoyment to be found, and none is sought. It's all mechanical, a routine carefully built to ignore guilt as long as possible - a little lighthouse burning dutifully in the midst of a raging ocean.

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