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Another drawing I started during my 2025 MerMay themed Picarto stream.

A useful tidbit of information. If you're in a world with magic, and you're swimming, and you discover a large sea shell with cryptic glyphs covering it. Take a moment and think really hard before picking it up. Sunburst wishes he had.

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Another of the drawings I started during 2025 MerMay themed Picarto stream. Lyra and Bon-Bon take a moment to swim with a Manta Ray.

Decades ago I considered becoming a wildlife artist. Apparently those years of study didn't go to waste.

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The first drawing I started during my recent MerMay themed Picarto stream. I like the fan idea of Tempest Shadow/Fizzlepop Berrytwist starting an ice cream business once she turns her life around. Link

Well you can't make ice cream underwater so Fizzlepop makes it a habit to serve the merpony community with these treats. A regular customer for her is one of Everfree Northwest's Link mascots. The orcapony Marina. Link

I hope you like what you see. Please help make more art like this possible by supporting me at Patreon

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Tonight 5/17/25 starting at 5:30pm Pacific it's fun above and below the waves as we celebrate MerMay on Picarto.

So join me for an evening of art, stories, and a really friendly, welcoming community. See you there!

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This Saturday 5/17/25 starting at 5:30pm Pacific I'll be streaming on Picarto.

This weekend it'll be fun beneath the waves as we celebrate the month of MerMay. So join me for art, stories, and good times!

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Another of drawings I started during my May the 4th inspired Picarto stream. Link

Since he was in a hurry to get off Tatooine and they made him a decent offer, the CMC ended up acquiring Luke's old X-34 Landspeeder Link for a bargain. Now the 3 mares are having a blast....well at Applebloom and Scootaloo are having a blast. Sweetie Belle may have different opinion of their purchase.

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The heavy blaster-proof door groaned in protest as its mechanism slid it open. Backlit by the corridor lighting was the silhouette of a small robed, hooded figure. The figure reached over and tapped a panel on the interior wall of the room. After second or so a series of overhead lights flickered into existence.

The room was mostly empty except for three items. The first was large lounge chair clad in a leather of unknown origin. The second was small glass and polished metal end table that sat to the left of the chair. The third and most impressive item in the room was a carbonite bed hanging on the wall directly across from the chair that contained the encased form of Princess Celestia.

The small figure entered the room and closed the door behind them. The figure then walked over to the carbonite bed and stopped in front of it. With impish grin Cozy Glow pushed back the hood of her robe and looked up at the trapped princess. Still grinning she removed a comm pad from a pocket on her robe. The filly's grin grew bigger as she activated the pad. However after a few seconds the grin faded and was replaced by a frown. The shell pink filly started jabbing her finger at pad with increasing frustration. Under breath she muttered.

"Stupid Bluehoof! It never works like they say it should!"

After much more cursing and threatening to force chuck the comm pad against the wall the rebellious electronic device behaved and it made a connection with the occupant in the carbonite bed. Cozy looked up at the imprisoned alicorn and grinned again.

"Well what do you know! Lord Tirek wasn't lying when he said you never stopped glaring at him and cursing his name even as you were encased. Very impressive. A useless gesture, but still impressive."

After a few seconds text started appearing on the comm pad. Cozy giggled read the message and looked back up. "Those big threats for something that looks like it should be hanging on the wall of some Honeymoon Suite, but I doubt you'll be able to make any of them reality!"

More text appeared on the screen and the pegasus filly laughed. "Well Chrysalis has Cadence in her possession Link so we just need to get a hold of your annoying sister Luna."

A flurry of more text marched up the screen. Cozy Glow glared at it and then back at the alicorn. "Yes! Technically your annoying protege has been rescued, but that's only because Lord Sombra is a pompous fool! Link We had her trapped like you are now, and some how that blowhard succeeded in having her stolen out from right under his nose!"

The filly raised her arms and slowly twirled in place. "You'll see that Lord Tirek had taken provisions assure that you're nice and secure. Deep underground in the shielded vaults of his fortified sanctum, and not on display in the damn foyer of a penthouse like that buffoon Sombra did!" The filly growled. "And then his stupid house staff let Twilight's friends to come in disguised as the cleaning staff and TELEPORT HER AWAY!!" The filly roared.

The filly turned away from the carbonite bed and lowered her head as she clenched her hands into fists. After a few seconds more text appeared on the screen Cozy read the message as her jaw clenched tight as she spun around screamed.

"JUST SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A GLORIFIED BOWLING TROPHY NOW!!"

The filly turned and started stomping toward the door. She'd just reached the control panel when the comm pad chimed one last time. Her face turned beet red and she looked back the encased princess. Suddenly the comm pad rocketed out her hand and slammed into the wall next to the carbonite bed and shattered into dozens of pieces. Cozy opened the door and turned off the lights in the room. As she left and closed the door she muttered to herself.

"She's such a troll."

This is a patron reward for one of my patrons. They wanted something appropriate for May the 4th.

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Tonight 5/3/25 starting at 5:30pm Pacific I'll streaming on Picarto. With May the 4th being tomorrow I'll be celebrating The Force tonight. So join me for an evening of droids, jedis, star ships, and blasters. Also the final BABSCon report and 2 D&D reports. See you there!

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This Sunday is May the 4th. So this Saturday 5/3/25 starting at 5:30pm Pacific I'll be doing my annual Star Wars themed Picarto stream.

The film A New Hope convinced me when I was 11 that I wanted do something artistic and creative with my life. So this weekend it'll be droids, light sabers, blasters, starships, jedi, and sith.

So join me for an evening of art, stories, 2 D&D reports, and the final BABSCon report. See you there!

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A Patreon reward for Spypone. His OC Skyfall Link, Link and my OC Straight Laced Link, Link. Both work for Princess Luna, but different security details. One is Spypone's and the other is mine.

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If you've tried to get in touch with me recently

Hello there. You may have noticed that I haven't posted much over the last few days. This due to several reasons:

1. For folks outside the United States taxes are due this week and we've been getting those finalized on our end.

2. I have been finishing final commissions that I will be delivering at BABSCon this week. Of which I will be in the Vendor Hall at Table H12.

3. I have been finishing last minute preparations for the convention. Organizing stock, and packing for the con.

So if you have sent me an email, note, direct message, or tried to contact me via Discord, or Chat on Bluesky, and I have not yet replied. Understand I am not blowing you off, upset with your message, or not receiving them. I am just very busy.

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Out of the corner of her eye Octavia spied in the darkness a fedora adorned shadow slowly rise up from behind the Pierce-Arrow. As the threatening silhouette brought a shotgun shaped shadow to its shoulder the mare swung her submachine gun around and fired a quick burst.

     Rat-tat-tat!

     The shadow convulsed several times and then tumbled back behind the car.

      This was the final drawing I started during my recent Noir/Hard-Boiled Picarto stream. A few years ago there was a surge of fan art piece portraying Octavia Melody as a gangster. Heck at the time I drew that way as well. But I've never drawn her with a Thompson/Tommy Gun. So I decided to fix that. Now I only had an hour to work to get the basic line work done, but at least I had some references of a Thompson with me. So overall I am happy with the results. Of course I finished the shading after the stream.

      And yes if you're wondering her outfit is very much inspired by certain Michael Jackson video. Link

Edit. This piece will be for sale at BABSCon 2025. Come see me at Table H-12!

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Tonight 4/5/25 starting at 5:30pm Pacific I'll be streaming on Picarto. Tonight we'll exploring the world of gangster, private eyes, dames, and coppers. So tune in for an evening of art, stories, and the D&D report!

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The old zebra stallion pulled the sandwich off the grill and in one quick motion placed it on a sheet of white paper. In my Royal Equestria Security Forces (RESF) dreamscape. Then in a blur of speed that came from doing this task thousands of times he wrapped it up. Picking up a knife he sliced the paper and sandwich diagonally in one quick motion. Then wrapped another sheet of paper around it and tossed it into a waiting brown paper bag. Spinning around he grabbed a metal scoop and proceeded to fill it with some onion rings that had just come out of the fryer. He poured them into a broad mouth paper cup. He tossed them into the bag with the sandwich and a little sealed tub of ketchup and a handful of napkins. With excellent timing his wife had just finished fill a large paper cup with lemonade. She placed the cup next to the bag. Grabbing both items zebra stallion handed them across the battered stainless steel counter to Two Tone.

     "Here you go! One pepper jack grilled cheese sandwich with garlic shrimp and caramelized onions, your side of onion rings, and a large lemonade! Enjoy your meal! ORDER 26 YOU'RE NEXT!" The grill owner yelled over the sound of other orders being cooked, folks talking and placing orders, and the tinny sound of Calypso music blaring out of cheap speakers hanging on the walls of the restaurant. Two Tone walked to her bike and sat down on it. With a grace that came from doing this many, many time she unpacked her meal on top of her bike. She grabbed one half of her sandwich and took big chomp out of it. Then proceeded to rapidly suck air into her mouth as it protested to having molten cheese and sizzling grilled shrimp and suddenly occupy it. The mare grabbed her ice cold lemonade and proceeded to quench the heat with a big gulp of the liquid. With a burned mouth averted the zebra continued to enjoy her dinner. She snatched an onion ring and plunged it into the ketchup.

     It was an early Thursday evening and a surprisingly pleasant breeze was blowing in off the ocean and cooling down Ft. Trotterdale from its sweltering afternoon. Because of that many a pony was taking advantage of the pleasant weather to enjoy the evening. Zenek's Beachside Grill had been apart of the Ft. Trotterdale scene for almost 40 years. So it was usually so crowded that finding a table to eat at was impossible. Since this a favorite's of Two Tone's she'd developed the skill of eating on her bike. But this evening, just finding a parking spot had been a challenge. Numerous vehicles slowly circled the parking lot hoping to snag a slot when somepony left. Sometimes they drop off a passenger to get in line and put in an order.

     Although Two Tone had a deadline that was coming up for the completion. She was grateful that Chrysalis had ordered her to take a couple of days off. Her majesty had even contacted her later and told her that these days off didn't count toward Two Tone's fortnight deadline to get the 25% bonus for completing the job on time.

     TwoTone had just devoured her sandwich and was in the process of polishing off her onion rings when she felt her phone vibrate. Pulling it out of leather jacket she recognized the number as being one of the numbers Chrysalis used. Curious she opened the text message.

     Are you available tomorrow evening from around 8pm to 11pm?

    The zebra typed out a reply. I can be. What's up? Where do we need to meet?

     A few seconds later a reply appeared on her screen. Are you familiar with the Moonlight Club?

     Two Tone froze. She knew of the Moonlight Club. It was a very,very ritzy, upscale night club that was frequented by the elite and wealthy of the Ft. Trotterdale. After a second she replied. Uh, yes I know of it and where it is. Why?

     Almost immediately another text message dropped into the zebra's inbox. There's a charity art auction being held there tomorrow night to benefit the Ft. Trotterdale Music Center. My alias Glimmering Gems, is very involved in the local art and music scene, and while my security detail will be with me of course it's awkward and raises questions if I attend alone. I had another partner lined up for the tomorrow night, but business will be keeping them out of town for the next few days. So. Would you do me a favor and be my guest tomorrow night?

     Two Tone stared at the screen for about a minute before cautiously typing a reply.Why not ask one of your damn drones to go with you in disguise. The zebra thought for a moment. Are you asking me out on a date? Be warned I don't have anything fucking appropriate to wear to such an event? Two Tone received an answer very quickly.

     It is true I could instruct one of them to accompany me, but between just you and me most of them are hardly well prepared for an evening of staring at art. Am I asking you out on a date. There was a brief pause. Only if you want it to be. The zebra imagined a mischievous twinkle in the queen's eyes as she typed that last reply. On the matter of you not having appropriate wardrobe for the event that can be addressed. The queen replied. In fact you could probably benefit from a trip to the salon/spa. Tell you what. I'll send one of my drivers over tomorrow around 9am to pick you up. I can arrange for measurement to be taken at that time. I know some ponies that can put something together at the drop of hat!

     Two Tone had serious doubts that she was any better qualified than a changeling to stare at a bunch of damn art, but once her majesty had gotten an idea in her head she could be very stubborn about it. The zebra imagined the changeling staring intently back at her through the screen. After a moment Two Tone sighed and typed her reply. Yeah sure. Why not. I have nothing else planned.

     Excellent! Flashed on her screen. See you tomorrow! Have a good night.

     Two Tone took a long sip on her lemonade before muttering to nopony.

     "Well shit. This is going to be different."

I hope you like what you see. Please help make more art like this possible by supporting me at Patreon

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For everyone who might be attending BABSCon 2025 they've posted the Vendor Map. I will be at Table H12. So if you're going drop by and say hi!

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Boom! chichak. Boom! chichak. Two of the assailants who had attempted to waylay Tempest Shadow slowly collapsed to the ground. Their drawn weapons tumbling from their now lifeless hands.

     The unicorn looked at third member stood there frozen in place. His weapon still in his holster as his now dead comrades who'd been standing on either side of him slowly made ever growing pools of blood from the holes in their skulls. He was an earth pony probably 16 years old at most. Not even truly a stallion.

     The mare had one of her revolvers leveled at his head. Still peering through her revolvers sight's Tempest spoke.

     "We don't get to chose when we're born, and often we have no say when we die. Today you have a choice. Is this the day you chose to live or die?"

     Now visibly trembling the young stallion's hand slowly left the grip of the pistol on his right hip. Palms out he raised both his arms to chest height. He swallowed several times before finally speak in a small voice.

     "I, I, I, chose not to die. Ma'am."

     Carefully Tempest decocked her revolver and raised its muzzle. Black powder smoke wafted from the muzzle of it. The mare's sheer presence kept the young stallion rooted in his place. For what seemed like an eternity Tempest stared at him. Finally she addressed him.

      "You may have just made the most important decision of your life. Okay here's what's going to happen. You're going to turn around and walk away. I can see it in your eyes. You're not cut out for this lifestyle. Don't take that as insult. It's just a truth. Walk away from this path you're on, and chose a better path." The deep maroon mare casually waved her gloved right hand. "Now on your way." She looked down at the bodies. "I'll clean up this mess."

      "T,t,thank you ma'am." With a distant look in his eyes he slowly turned around and walked off on shaky hooves down the rapidly darkening dirt road. Tempest sighed and holstered her pistol.

      One of the drawings I started during my recent Old West themed Picarto stream. I could imagine a redeemed Tempest Shadow being a gunslinger in an Old West setting, and this is the story that popped into my head as I working on the piece.

I hope you like what you see. Please help make more art like this possible by supporting me at Patreon

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The first drawing I started during my recent Wild West themed Picarto stream. Now I don't consider myself a very good portrait artist. In fact I think I'm quite poor at it, but I believe it's good to push yourself outside your comfort zone once and awhile.

        When I think of movie cowboys I first think of Clint Eastwood. When I think of ponies and western lifestyle I think of Applejack. Well back in the early days of the Brony fandom the doubleWbrothers did a cartoon Link that inspired this portrait. By the way you can find their amazing videos on YouTube.