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minty x brights brightly 🍭🏖️
#mlp#my art#beetlepaws art#mlp fusion#mlp nextgen#mlp g3#my little pony#pony#minty#brights brightly#unicorn
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Daily G3 My Little Pony is: Brights Brightly! ♡
#my little pony#mlp#mlp g3#g3 mlp#daily g3#g3#generation 3#brights brightly#yellow#she's so cutes...#i want her very badly
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From my Collection of Ponies: Brights Brightly, Sparkleworks, and Sparklesnap (G3).
Original sketch, lineart, and photo of the ponies on my patreon for $1
#simon says#my art#art#I wanted to get back into practicing drawing ponies so I can make my silly pony game#anyways here comes the tags#mlp fan art#my little pony#mlp#my little pony g3#mlp g3#mlp g3 toys#brights brightly#sparklesnap#sparkleworks#mlp sparkleworks#my little pony generation 3#mlp gen 3#my little pony gen 3#my little pony fanart#my little pony toys
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Made some more g3 redesigns after finishing runaway rainbow
#mlp g3#g3 mlp#runaway rainbow#g3 cheerilee#whistle wishes#brights brightly#brights brightly is still the worst name#just call her bright light or some shit#i wanted to rework all 3 ponies' colour schemes to look like each primary and secondary colour they represent#redesigns
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I love redesigning g3 ponies to the point they're unrecognizable
#brightly lives in my mind rent free#mlp#my little pony#mlp g3#brights brightly#whistle wishes#cheerilee g3#rarity g3#runaway rainbow#dragondoodles
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aromantic lovecore but make it ponies that have heart-related symbols. happy pride to my fellow arospec pony people! :)
daisy sweet (g1) is holding an aroallo flag, light heart (g2, with green mane from Changing Mane and Tail set) is holding an aro flag, and brights brightly (g3) is holding an aroace flag!
#mlp#my little pony#aromantic pride#pride#g1 mlp#g2 mlp#g3 mlp#brights brightly#light heart#daisy sweet#that meme thats just like 'today i hand you content specifically tailored towards me. tomorrow? who knows...'#digital art#fanart#mlp g1#mlp g2#mlp g3#sorry for the amount of tags i forget how i tag gens#gay horses
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Brights Brightly
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currently overly obsessed with this bitch who the fuck named her Brights Brightly like What the Fuck
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WAR MACHINE LOVES (?) YOU
#ultrakill#v1#really gotta figure out how to draw them more intimidating yet still very... silly? wrong word but you get it#this was originally going to be a fourth wall break of sorts#a 'thanks for helping me with killing everyone! love you!' kinda thing to the supposed player but it was hard to incorporate that into a-#-drawing. so they are in the brightly colored void now#bright colors
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brights brightly x mochanut 🌅☕
#beetlepaws art#my art#mlp#my little pony#pony#unicorn#mlp g3#brights brightly#mochanut#nextgen#mlp oc#mlp nextgen#mlp fusion
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gotta say, i do not like how lately i've been seeing posts from people who use a person having colorfully dyed hair as a sort of shorthand for "leftist who is actually secretly an asshole." like people making comments like "the girl with blue hair and perfect eyeliner wings is also the one who won't give up their seat for a disabled person on the bus". like we already have to deal with the right-wing fascists using "blue hair and pronouns" as a shorthand for "leftist (trans) person who is insufferable and oversensitive", can we please not turn brightly colored hair into a caricature in leftist circles as well. having brightly dyed hair is not some magic symbol of "person who claims to be a leftist but is actually secretly an asshole". it is a morally neutral trait. and while i'm not discounting anyone's experience with someone with brightly dyed hair who treated them badly, i think that turning it into some kind of shorthand for "asshole" is just going to ultimately hurt us more than it's going to help.
#sye's babbles#like. i love having blue hair. i don't feel right without it.#and i am kinda getting uncomfortable with the level of vitriol that is being aimed at ppl with brightly dyed hair#from BOTH sides of the political spectrum#just because you had one fucking person with pink hair treat you badly does not mean everyone w bright hair will#it's obviously not comparable to axes of oppression since its a personal choice to style your hair like that and all#but also like. it just feels like two steps below being an asshole to someone who is gnc#because having brightly dyed hair IS a non-conformist hairstyle#it's treated as improper and unprofessional#and shitting on people for not conforming is always going to make you look like a conformist assimilationist douche.#please for the love of god begging EVERYONE to be normal about brightly dyed hair.
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Based on this wonderful art of @puppetmaster13u for the dollhouse au!
It had been a long day, and was destined to be even longer.
The original plan had been bad enough; the league had a media conference planned for three o'clock, one that involved foreign presence and thus required pristine presentation.
Then, as all perfectly good plans that could have been left alone by the universe did, it was derailed by a villain attack or several. He said several because it seemed almost a dozen separate villains had individually had the bright idea of sabotaging the well publicised event. Though they'd failed, the accidental collaboration had done what each alone could not, and now the league was dragging themselves to base to hurriedly patch up the thankfully minor wounds and try and rush to meet the deadline.
Each league member on the list had a formal version of their usual super suit - flash's main change had been a bowtie before it met almost unanimous disapproval, and on the other end of the effort spectrum was Bruce. Not of his own will - he quite envied Flash's staunch faith in the single black bowtie - but he not only had been raised for the fast and critical world of the upper class, but was currently in a metal plated marionette held together by glue and screws and wires, which meant changing attire was more of a debacle than it would ordinarily be.
He flipped open the toolkit with the best approximation of a sigh the doll body could manage. The chest inflated and deflated, which was in fact a rather worrying sign because it wasn't supposed to be able to do that. He grabbed a screwdriver and a pit of tar glue and approached the mirror. He'd just have to go into the globally broadcast meeting stinking of sulphur... Perhaps he could borrow perfume from one of the girls, cologne combined dreadfully.
The chest cavity opened with little tugging, and he held one side in place as he attacked the bent hinges. An odd feeling, for sure. He took a hammer to the dent, imagining it was the penguin's face and praying Clark didn't decide now was the time to approach him on his self soothing metalworking hobby. He'd been entrusted with the override code for the door and Bruce was now quietly regretting that.
The chest cavity doors creaked back into place, which enabled him to finally pull out the costume change for the evening and dump it on the side.
Now for the leg, having been crushed under a tank penguin had smuggled into Gotham. It now bent the wrong way, and hiding it under his cloak had been a pain, but at least it hadn't come off -
There it went. Batman watched, almost despondent, as it toppled free of his body and crashed to the ground. The unhappy static that raced up his spine at the sight was expected - he'd be paying for the lack of care for the Patriarch Doll in nightmares tonight.
Joy.
He tipped into the nearby stool and kicked the lost limb closer with his remaining foot, squinting. Just a cracked screw and torn spring at the knee, thank goodness. He'd have it fully attached again within the hour.
But he was pretty sure he couldn't bend that far over without his jaw falling off, so face it was.
Hood off, wires unlaced under the chin, hidden screws loosened. The gas mask came off. The velcro on top of his head took good old fashioned yanking, but eventually peeled off with reluctant crackling, revealing the unpainted grey metal beneath.
As expected, his jaw was almost entirely loose, unable to close now without the structure of the mask. The nutcracker mouth in the lower jaw fell to tap against his throat, leaving either side of the actual lower jaw to hang in the air. Experimentally, he opened and closed his mouth, and watched all three parts swing and clink like a robot body horror wind-chime.
This was going to need a finer touch, and so he stripped off his gloves to access the sharp points of his talons - capped while with the league to keep the prick of steel rending claws to a mere suggestion.
He felt bared, now, all his top layer removed and abandoned, the door to his room at his back. He feels the paranoia to double check the lock, reassures himself that even if he'd somehow forgotten in his haste to hide away none of the members were mad enough to try and get in. Outside Superman, of course, but he always knocked.
Still, he hurried through repairs, running diagnostics in the back of his mind as he daubed glue into the cracks and set about restructuring his own jaw. Ears swivelled. Neck rolled. Glider snaps curled.
The jaw pieces were setting nicely when there was a noise at the door, and batman whipped around, cloak flaring behind him. The pliers dropped from suddenly weak fingers.
Captain marvel stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the room, face pale as he saw Batman propped up in middle, bare of his many obfuscating layers. Black tar speckled his lap, wires hung free like veins, blank eyes glowed, his jaw gaping, skinless. Glinting claws and spikes in full view, a limb discarded on the floor like garbage. His chest a dark hole, void of organs, of machinery, of anything that could make him run. A decades old terror gripped his heart.
HE SAW!
Both froze. Time stretched interminably.
The captains chest heaved for a scream, and batman was moving before he knew it, grabbing his fallen leg and lunging.
Captain marvel fell with a crack. Batman caught himself on the door. Five seconds before short term memory entered long term, had he reacted in time?
Hm.
He considered the body of the champion of magic laid in front of him, idly rebalancing the eternal tally graph of potential energies the dolls might run on in the back of his head and as always coming up none the wiser. This was a very inconvenient place for a body. Perhaps he could nudge marvel into the hallway to wake up. He glanced up and down the empty corridor, staying out of view of the camera.
Maybe he had overreacted slightly.
Bonus:
Billy and Green Lantern sat in the monitor room, ostensibly on duty but really checking out the watchtower camera feeds of the day before. Lantern was pointing at the screen.
"Here," he said, with a glee Billy didn't honestly appreciate. "Look at that. You go down like a sack of bricks and then -" he clicked forward two frames, "- this silver hand thing appears on the door frame. Look at that, that's a proper horror movie hand curl. The claws! Just missing the glint of a blood covered axe appearing from the shadows."
Billy shuddered, but couldn't help moving closer.
"What do you think it was? Can't have been batman, right?"
"You were there, you tell me." Lantern patted him on the shoulder before he could retort. "I mean, doesn't look much like him. Doesn't really have claws and his are black anyway. Pretty sure his gloves are sewn into his skin at this point."
"I didn't need that mental image," Billy said, because he really didn't.
"Could be another Robin variant? Like that black bat thing?"
"Dunno. I mean, unlikely. Maybe it was batman. Maybe he can shapeshift a little."
"We've had that on the list of possible powers for ages, still nothing firm one way or the other."
"It probably is batman -"
"But the claws -"
They trailed off.
"We'll just add it to the list. I'll save the file, hang on. We can talk about it at the do next week - you're coming right?"
"Yeah, but I've got, uh... A diplomacy thing with the yetis at nine, so I'll have to bail then."
"You always have the weirdest personal missions. Hey, maybe you can ask them about batman, pffft. Maybe he's one of them."
#Not pictured: batman in Victorian-esque drip complete with a black full face phantom of the opera mask in a brightly lit room.#Bundled up in as much cloak is polite and just a dark splotch on camera between a very bright superman and wonder woman#Alfred sarcastically pretends to shed a tear of pride#Also not pictured: batman spending five minutes straight making sure his doors locked while on one leg#long post#batman#dc comics#bruce wayne#cryptid batman#Possessed doll au#Remind me to do a Halloween one because the bats would 100% do a scare competition with the poor goons as targets#Bonus points if you freak out a rouge. It gets harder every year.#Pretty happy with how this turned out but my first plan was to have it the start of the Reveal™. The vibes were right.#Maybe once I've got more done for this au
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MLP G3 Retrospective: The Runaway Rainbow
(PART 3/3)
Warning: LOUD YELLING AT THE END
#g3 mlp#mlp g3#g3 rarity#g3 rainbow dash#g3 cheerilee#whistle wishes#brights brightly#the runaway rainbow#review#g3 retrospective#g3 minty#g3 pinkie pie
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Thinking about that one post about the 5000 year old teenager girl found buried with her collection of 180 sheep ankle bones but specifically the addition of how ankle bones were used as dice back then and she was a gamer.. what I'm getting at is: would clan cats make bone dice and Are They Gaming
First let me teach you a little bit about Knucklebones: The Game.
You probably know one of its variants better as Jacks, that game you play with a rubber ball and little metal spikes. There's a version of Knucklebones in nearly every culture, where the basic idea is to throw an object up in the air, pick up as many of the smaller objects as possible, and then catch the larger object before it hits the ground.
In cultures with a lot of access to livestock, usually the hand and ankle bones of sheep would be used. Places that don't have them might use rocks, seeds, shells, whatever. It was Ancient Greece that had such an extreme take on the game that it eventually evolved into dice-throwing-- a totally chance-based game where you would just throw the biggest foot bone of a sheep (the astralagus; equivalent to the talus in a human) and see how they landed.
So the girl they uncovered in Kazakhstan with the 180 sheep bones wasn't really buried "with dice," make sense? It's more like being buried with jacks. Central Asia is actually jam-packed with knucklebones-types games. Mongolian Shagai is recognized by UNESCO.
And it makes a TON of sense, because those regions are grasslands absolutely ideal for raising sheep.
SO. CLAN CATS.
There's two major considerations here;
ONE: The access to, and size of, sheep bones.
Clan cats don't kill sheep. TRIBE cats actually have access to sheep and kill one or two a year! I would actually like to give them a bunch of special uses for various parts of the sheep. I think the eagle-killing thing in canon is actually pretty ridiculous for several reasons
BUT THAT SAID, an astralagus is the size of a cat's paw.
[ID: A human holding an astralagus in the tips of its fingers.]
You'd need to play a different sort of game with this. It's more like a square softball to a cat than a little rubber ball.
Boar also have bones like this, though. A muntjac probably produces bones that are sized properly for a cat. Hares and rabbits are probably the BEST bet here though, which, somehow feels right. I'm not sure why, but WindClan seems like the gamerclan Clan that would think up these sorts of cute games.
Something about it fits their whole savvy culture, tunneling, emphasis on trade and invention pre-Heatherstar. ShadowClan and WindClan share a cultural value of innovation, but ShadowClan seems more... chemical and competitive.
Hard to explain it. ShadowClan invents flax retting and WindClan invents the drop spindle. There's overlap but it has a bit of a different flavor between them.
TWO: Range of motion
I've made BB!Cats have the same range of motion as the cats in canon, which is higher than a real cat. They're able to WEAVE, you can't do that without a basic pincher grasp. They're also able to mix herbs, wrap things up in leaves, and apply bandages.
I haven't actually given my reworked cats much more ability than they already had, I just codified rules based on what we already see.
But that said, they DO have less range of motion in their hands than humans. They have little thumbs and a better ability to grab, but can't twist their paws completely upwards. There's no way they can toss an object straight up, then catch it again.
So any games they do play would need to accommodate that. So far I've got Scratchstone, Teeterstrike, and an unnamed rhyme game. The bone game would need to look more like a game of marbles than jacks. Or, maybe more modified to accommodate swipes and strikes, somehow? Or a two-person game of catch?
Gotta think about it.
#Partner and I had a super cool food idea for the tribe where they make a sort of like... flavored bone lolly out of sheep bones#Called a Sucker#And they'd soak it in juice before leaving on a hunt and gauge how long they had been out based on the fading flavor of their sucker#And have a cool phrase like ''where have you been?? My sucker's gone bland you spanner''#And if they go into something dangerous like a cave or down a river#they actually leave their sucker behind#so if they run into danger and someone comes looking for them#they'd see their sucker unattended#The sucker would also get holes carved in it to feed a brightly colored string or something through it#So it's very bright and conspicuous#And you can tell what sucker belongs to whom based on how they bedazzled it#But I couldn't find anything on flavoring bones or replenishing their flavor#Since humans aren't dedicated carnivores#The string has the added value of making it easy to pull out if they accidentally swallow the bone#But it's all still wip#clan culture#bone babble
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I have…. Normal, sane thoughts
#purples art!#my art!#mine!#me!#John juniper#ieytd2#you know that one specific flavour of nightmares characters who are in the show business might have in media#specifically the ones where they’re sitting in front of a live audience experiencing awful things as the audience claps and oohs and aahs#and laughs at them? eternal faceless observers? uncaring callous judgemental?#I want to inflict it upon him#he’ll be sitting in a room with the brightly lit stage and the friendly talk show host#audience hidden by the bright lights#and he’ll detail - like in any other good story where he draws from personal experience - the events of his life until now#the mistakes and horrible awful things and he does it all with a light smile and joking tone#like always. like it’s just a good story for his fans. heavily edited to not be ‘too much’#and as he describes the horrible traumatic things the audience laughs and cheers#his paranoia laid bare for the world to see even as he loses the self assurance and charisma#in the dream they don’t stop#they won’t stop looking at him#laughing. clapping. joking#not even when he breaks down in tears#hmm#maybe I’ll write it
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what scanner do you use? I have a two-in-one printer + scanner that I got for cheap, but I would really like to get something more suited for artwork
I have an HP ENVY 4520 series, its also a printer and scanner and it works well enough but its not the best for art tbh. it works best for clean black line art, u can really tell its best at scanning printed documents. pretty much all the art in my posts where a scanner was used is edited bc it would look kinda shit otherwise lol. like as an example here's one of my illustrations before and after editing
id also def like to know if anyone has recommendations for a scanner that's good for artwork lol
#its not really 'mine' i just use it the most out of my family lol#they bought it bc they needed a new printer and it happened to also be a scanner#the original scan always looks worse than the irl art and i have to edit it so it looks closer#an annoying thing also is the scanner really picks up the tiny white gaps caused by the papers texture and makes them super bright#bc its meant for scanning documents where its useful to pick up anything white so brightly
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