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acmelab · 20 days

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I love how you draw Pinky! ♥️ he's just a silly little guy. ♥️♥️♥️

thanks so much! ;__; that means a lot bc he's honestly the hardest for me to draw haha no lie i've spent many hours pulling my hair out over how his facial structure works 😂 luckily he's cute and perfect so i forgive him 🙏

#pinky and the brain #patb #animaniacs #ask #my art #anonymous #this ask is like months old i'm so sorry 😭#i always want to respond to them with little doodles and then i inevitably get distracted #i genuinely appreciate all the nice words btw seriously 💕#new goal is to respond to them more and not be self conscious about how crappy the attached quick doodle is lol

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dapper-lil-arts · 2 months

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Some peeps asked what were my designs for Anthros of MLP, so i decided to sketch some stuff for the mane 6! and also sunset shimmer because i like sunset shimmer. ✌️ (i've been sketching a lotta stuff like this inbetween arts lmao. all on patreon!)

Bonus unrelated sketch comic about AJ and Rarity getting together for the first time lmao

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blu3b3rryj4mp1r3 · 2 years

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I stayed up until 6 am because my brain can't stop thinking but here are some ponies I drew 🙃

#i always start drawings that i never finish because i feel like my artstyle isn't good enough so i end up drawing a lot of these #and a lot of sketches #i usually fill 1 or 2 A4 papers with sketches for drawings or comic ideas every day then i almost never make them into actual drawings #because i tell myself i need to practice more #i don't want to be a professional artist i just draw because i think it's fun and I've always done it #i wish i could stop being so judgemental of myself and just make the things i want when i want to make them #I'm sure there are other people who have this issue too #sorry for venting but i don't know it's just so tiring 😂#anyhow:#mlp #mlp:fim #mlp fim #my little pony #friendship is magic #pinkie pie #twilight sparkle #rarity #applejack #my art! ☆#my pony art ☆

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wimsiecal · 2 months

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Idk I was thinking about that invention that let them see into the future. Like a revision of it or something that showed different possible realities and outcomes

(Plus I just needed an in between commissions doodle thing)

#i haven't drawn them in a bit sorry it's so messy #I'm still trying to work on commissions I'm sorry it's been taking so long I've been so fucking busy #and also sad #and hghghhh #I'm sorry #pinky and the brain #dark pinky #my art #art #doodle #drawing #digital art #fanart

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illuadvent · 6 months

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Fuck it *resurrects only to start motherfucking homestuck*

#homestuck #dirk strider #jake english #dirkjake #listen #i'm having the time of my life #i'm on act 6 int 5 and dave just explained communism to the trolls #illu illustrations #i also don't know anything about my little pony so i'm sorry but pinky pie spoke to me and mr. splinter

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myymi · 3 days

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drabble prompt; can we have some big sibs being protective over the baby? (tails as the baby, obv)

word count-636

ao3 link

“Alright, let's get started.” Amy said, clasping her hands together. She was standing in front of the large consoles that controlled the wall of monitors Tails had built.

“What’s the point in doing this?” A soldier, a brown raccoon, asked with a deep frown. “With Sonic dead there's no hope in us winning.”

“Sonic isn't dead.” Tails mumbled, his gaze locked onto the map sat atop the table everyone was gathered around.

“Then where is he?” The soldier asked, rolling his eyes. “You gotta grow up and accept that Sonic's–”

“Leave him alone.” Knuckles turned to the soldier to glare at him.

“I'm just saying!” The raccoon raised his paws defensively. “He needs to–”

“You've said enough, Ranger.” Amy frowned at him before sighing. “We're going to find Sonic, but right now we have to focus on pushing Eggman back.”

“Good luck with that.” Another soldier, a light blue lion huffed. “The closest thing we have to Sonic can't go outside without having a panic attack.” She made a point to look towards the little fox, rolling her eyes when he didn't move to argue with her.

Silver frowned at her, “He's going through a lot. Give him a break.”

“We're all going through a lot, Silver.” The lion said, crossing her arms. “But at least we're pulling our weight.”

“Come on, Quinn.” A gray cat sighed, “That's not fair.”

“Who cares about being fair, Hazy?” Ranger asked, frowning. “He's dealt with Eggman longer than any of us! He watched Sonic die, the least he could do is help out in the fights!”

“Hey!” Amy shouted, glaring at the raccoon and lion. “Both of you, stop it.” She scolded.

“You know we're right, Commander.” Quinn grumbled. “He's practically useless right now.”

More arguments broke out after that. Some defending Tails, but most berating him.

Silver went to join the conversation, but stopped when he felt a head push itself into his neck.

Looking down to his right, he found Tails trying to hide himself against the gray hedgehog. He was trembling slightly, ears pressed against his head as his paws clung to his tails that were twirled around each other.

Silver frowned, “Knuckles–” He looked up, stopping himself when he realized the echidna was standing now. He was arguing with Quinn, baring his teeth at her.

“Amy?” He turned to the pink hedgehog next, but she was busy trying to get everyone to stop yelling.

“Guys!–” Silver tried to raise his voice, but everyone else only got louder.

He groaned and looked around the room as he hugged the fox, trying to find a way to get everyone's attention.

His eyes eventually landed on the light switch beside the door.

Using his telekinesis, he flipped the switch down. The room went dark, causing the arguments to end in gasps as people looked around to figure out what happened.

Once it was just quiet mumbling, Silver flicked the lights back on. “Guys.” He called, watching as everyone finally turned to look at him. “You're scaring him.”

Knuckles and Amy immediately looked down at Tails, the latter's ears wilting at the sight of her brother.

Ranger scoffed and went to say something, but the pink hedgehog quickly beat him to it, “Silver, Knuckles, please go take him to his room and try to calm him down.” She ordered, looking at the two.

Silver nodded and shifted the little fox so he could pick him up as he stood from his chair. Knuckles walked ahead, opening the door for the hedgehog.

Amy smiled at them before turning back to the other mobians, specifically Ranger and Quinn, “We're gonna have a talk.” She decided, her smile dropping into a glare.

Silver could feel a shiver go down his spine at the sight.

He's just glad her anger isn't directed at him.

#surprise; sonic's not one of the big sibs #i got this so long ago i'm so sorry ajdjdnsj #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sth #tails the fox #sonic #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #silver the hedgehog #brain and brawn #pinky lemonade #futuristics #sonic forces #myydrabs #drabble #anon #myyanswers

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bunni-art · 1 year

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a guaranteed way to cheer brain up :3

so they're airing season 3 right after valentines day :0

which couldn't possibly mean anything right

#btw i'm HSADFKJASHDLKFJASHDKFJASHDKFJASHDLKJFH #i'm a bit late to posting valentines but its because i wasn't supposed to have time to draw this :)#sorry other projects and assignments. brinky takes priority #pinky and the brain #brinky #bunni art tag #animaniacs #animaniacs season 3 #valentines #valentines day

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punk-angel · 2 months

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oh yah art I made while I was away

#yes I'm very sorry I missed pinkys narf-day 😔#I can't believe he's turning years old #art #animaniacs #traditional art #patb #animaniacs 1993 #pinky and the brain #my art

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luimagines · 2 months

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IT IS I! THE WIZARD!

I wanna write a story, but it would be weird to write so here it is:

(Warning: swearing)

A reader who can speak to the dead, can see spirits. They chat often with the villains because they hang around them often, and often ask the reader to tell the Links messages.

The reader collects cursed items, having the strange ability to quell the corrupting powers (for example, they can use Majora's Mask with no negative effect). So they have like cursed knives, Majora, a few shards of the mirror of twilight glued together (I know it's impossible but let me dreeeeaaam-), that kind of stuff.

So like, something like this would happen:

»»————-　★　————-««

Reader walks up to Four, listening to thr whispers of their spirit friend, Vaati. He had asked to give a message to Link, 'The short one that looks like a f*cked up kinstone', and Reader was too kind to say no. They always knew that spirits that lingered often suffered in pain. Maybe it would help Vaati pass on?

"Hey, Four." Reader said, and Four turned.

"Oh, hello, Reader. Do you need something?"

"I have a message for you." They said, eyes glowing a dim blue, like a luminous stone. "Vaati said 'You're a loser, no maidens?'"

Four passed, a mix of confusion and horror on his face. "I'm sorry, WHO told me WHAT?!"

»»————-　★　————-««

Reader held Majora in their hands, staring into the great yellow eyes, invested in its whispers. A cough pulled them out of their trance, and Time sat next to it, giving a caughtous glance at the mask. "You seem enamored with that thing."

"I do. . . don't i?" Reader said wistfully. They sighed. "Do you know what it's like. . . seeing the dead? Hearing their woes and being able to do. . . anything? It's painful, watching them suffer."

"Why do you keep it, of you know it's story?" Time asked, frowning. Reader sighed, running a hand on their head.

"You probably wouldn't understand." They explained. "Spirits are more complex than a dungeon clever could be. . . this one has taken a liking to me. . . or. . at least is trying to control me."

Time stiffened. "I've worn it, Majora. He always throws a fit when I do because he cannot invade my mind." Reader explained, turning back to Time and pointing at the marks under their eyes. "These marks are like the ones you have. Proof of my power over it."

Time huffed and Reader suddenly snapped their head back to the mask, eyes glowing blue. Time watched them nod to it, and slowly turn back to Time, eyes still glowing creepily as they slowly asked "He wants to know if you've become a mask salesman too. . ."

»»————-　★　————-««

"You've lost someone important to you. . . haven't you?" Reader asked Legend on night. He was on watch duty, and the others were asleep. He glared at Reader.

"What?" Legend asked, sounding offended.

"I don't mean to insult!" Reader said quickly. "It's just. . ." Their eyes turned blue, as they looked next to him. The familiar humming of a tune oh so forgien yet familiar to their ears clwas heard only by them, sung by the spirit next to Legend in the pretty blue dress and red hair. "I can see her. . . Was she close to you?"

Legend froze. "What the hell are you talking about? Is this some kind of sick joke?!"

Sensing and watching him grow angry, Reader gave a sympathetic smile. "She likes to hum a pretty tune, you know. as if she is trying tell you it's okay. She can't speak, sadly."

He continued to glare, about combust until they began to him the tune. That tune which he missed of so dearly. The tune he'd trade EVERYTHING he own To be around again.

Reader continued to hum the tune, closing their eyes and doing their best to match the woman's tune when she felt Legend shaking next to them. They stopped and opened their eyes to see him shaking, head in his hands.

"D-dont stop" He said, his voice breaking and shaking. Reader nodded and continued, and his shaking voice started to sing the lyrics softly, leaning into Reader. They wrapped their arms around them, providing some warmth, to comfort the tired, broken, hero, that the lady in blue could not anymore. . .

»»————-　★　————-««

Either blunt as a dull butter knife or extremely creepy, or comforting. No inbetween. They've got three looks. And That's IT.

Thats all. Thanks for comeing to my Ted talk

I mean.... this could be a pretty decent story if you chose to write it out.

Thank you for sending this in.

This would be like... every Link's worst nightmare. The idea that the people who taunted them and nearly destroyed everything they held dear is still dissing them from the beyond? Horrendous.

They will never be free.

#pinky replies #anon stories #to be completely honest #from a philosophical stand point #I have to disagree with Reader #If ghosts are people stuck in their ways from before they died #then the person who was alive is more complicated than their ghost #and the villains- while alive- chose to do bad #I can't bring myself to feel sorry for them #because they made their choice when they had the chance to change #and you know #not suck #even if it this is fictional and I'm probably taking this too seriously #it just rubbed me the wrong way #probably not the take away you wanted me to get from this #but now I'm here ^.^*

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angelsdean · 3 days

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that scene where dean kills amy and then talks to her kid is actually so good. because his monster ethics are so clear. john would've killed the kid too. but to dean a monster is a monster when they hurt / prey on / kill innocent people. the kid hasn't done anything yet. so dean lets him go.

#sorry to bring up amy (beloathed) but i'm going thru my drafts and this one's good and true #dean was right to do what he did Sorry!#amy pinkie promising she'll never kill again is well. useless bc what. she can guarantee her kid will never get sick again?#she absolutely would have preyed on innocent civilians again and decided which 'undesirables' of society she'd get to feed on #and dean. mr saving people is Not incidental it's thee whole point. was not gonna let that happen #monster ethics #vic.txt

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shoshiwrites · 2 months

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7 from the February Nosebleed Club prompts for Jo/Egan🖤 - @lostloveletters

7. "pinky," Bucky Egan/war correspondent OC. @mercurygray or @basilone didn't know they were collaborating with me on this but they did:)

If she’s keeping count, this is the second time Bucky Egan has acquainted his fist with someone’s face on her behalf.

That she knows of. If she’s keeping count.

Someone. William. Her William. Was. If he’s anyone’s William he’s not hers anymore, as he stumbles back, his fingers grasping at the worn, smooth wood of the bar. Rubbing his jaw as it makes a noise that curdles her stomach. He tries to hit back but he’s too stunned, too fuzzy from the beer, and Bucky just leans back and lets him miss.

His shoulders slope towards her like an aside, as he demonstrates with his hand. Behind them, the publican starts making noises, about the lack of respect, the threat of throwing them all out. It’s all true. She’s seized by a sudden flight in her feet, but he’s standing here next to her, and she doesn’t move. “See, just like I told you, gotta keep the thumb in like this-”

William runs his tongue over his teeth, his voice ragged and angry and different. “Jo.”

She opens her mouth to speak — to say, she doesn’t know what — but all John does is stand between them, the threat of more should someone dare try, the blood rushing in her ears.

The woman William had been chatting up — the one in the blue dress — the one whose name she does or doesn’t know — is gone.

And he leaves. Turns and leaves like a coward before she’s had the chance to throw the ring in his face. Not that she's one for that kind of display, but considering that her companion, tall enough that he has to watch his head for the beams, had just been moved to fisticuffs completely sober, well-

It all sounds different now, in her voice. Breaking, light. “John.”

“You alright, Captain?” he says, before he catches himself, realizes what she’s just called him. She’s not a captain tonight anyway, and maybe that’s one in her army of mistakes. Her trousers, her blouse, the medallion beneath the neckline. She wears it now instead of keeping it safe.

Is it raining outside? It smells like it will, or did, when she pushes through the door, the air thick and almost warm. He follows her out, the bike or two parked outside and a jeep. Around the side of the pub, a quiet path.

“Jo.”

What is she supposed to say? William doesn’t think she deserves to be here. William doesn’t think anything she writes is any better than anything any man with a byline could spit up. And she’d agreed to marry him. She’d thought that was ok.

And John-

The day they’d come back from the scrapped mission, the one she’d been allowed to observe. Observe. A miracle she can hardly still believe, in more ways than one. Dumb luck, more like. It still sets her heart racing, if she thinks too hard about it.

The ground beneath their feet again, and her knees knocking together and her ankles, the relief. The scarf damp against her collarbone. I knew you’d get up there, he’d said. You don’t let us tell you no. Mention how good I looked flying past you n’ Buck, alright?

Like it wasn’t a question.

“Jo, tell me you don’t think he’s got the right to do that to you.” She’s frozen, like something could wind back what just happened. Her eyes fill with tears. He sees them, she knows he does. She’s still wearing the goddamn ring. She shakes her head, the smallest noise.

"What do you want, Jo, huh?” The question moves through his whole body, his arms, his hands. He means it, every word. You want me to find him and hurt him? I’ll do it. You want me to go kill a guy, I’ll go kill a guy. I do it all the time, it’s easy. “What do you want?"

You.

It’s a shock in her chest, for the times she’s thought it before. Like a match lighting in a dark room.

Quieter now, his eyes trained on her. “What do you want?”

“You to kiss me.”

He stops. Only a second, trying to see her in the dark-dusk, against the trees and the tangled hedges, the last slivers of fading light.

She’s looking up at him, watching him, before he stoops, so close that she can feel the curls against his forehead. A breath, that shaking pause, before he presses his lips against hers. Seeking her. He doesn’t taste like the beer he hasn’t drank, only toothpaste and the smell of aftershave, and warmth, and a little sweat.

Her top lip in both of his, her hands at his jacket, her fists balled like she’ll drown.

“Easy there,” he says, the words dancing with a laugh, the complete absence of meaning it. She can’t help it, the stupid grin on her face, his hand cupping her jaw, his thumb on her cheek. The way he doesn’t stop kissing her.

The smallest stuttered noise in the back of his throat, the kind she feels in her hips. God-

“John-”

“Say that again.”

She whacks her palm lightly against his shoulder, pulls it back slow as his tongue catches at her front teeth. “Won’t push my luck on a Bucky, then-”

“Since when-” she says, and he wants to laugh again, how breathless she sounds. He’s here, he’s here, for how long, for how long- “Since when don’t you push your luck-”

He smiles against her mouth. The noise of people leaving the pub, or coming in. She straightens up, but he doesn’t pull all the way back. “If that’s all it took to get you to smile-" The back of his neck is warm under her hands, the short hair. He’s a little breathless too, the kind that stops her heart. “Am I better?”

Her lips press the soft spot against the side of his mouth, so firm she feels the gums beneath. “What do you think, Major?”

He’s beaming, here in the dark. “I think I like it when you call me Major.”

“Do you, now?”

“Or John.” He presses his thumb against her chin, her bottom lip.

“Or Bucky.”

Soft against her ear, his voice. “Or Bucky.”

#masters of the air oc #mota oc #bucky egan x oc #lostloveletters #battie i'm so sorry we did not get any pinkys actually #but uh. we got some other things #shoshi writes #jo's tag #motaverse #1k ?????#i know there are typos and i'll find them once it's posted #blame this show for giving me not one but two bucky kiss scenes to rewatch #officer i've never seen this woman before in my life. etc.#thank you battie for letting me go a little ....this #posting before i can start tearing it apart

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blu3b3rryj4mp1r3 · 1 year

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changed up the mane 7's colour palettes a little bit! I think I'm pretty happy with them ^^ not that anything's set in stone haha ♡ I enjoyed scribbling all of these! 💗💗💗

♡ sfw interaction only ♡

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stick-by-me · 6 months

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Fancy frogs :D

New follower sticker for: @bbysnowgoat!

#stickers #sticker collection #New follower sticker!#I hope this one is more your style!!#Frogs :]#They're charming lads #Sorry for the delay it's been a Month this week #Hope u enjoy!! If not u can dm me and I'll find you something o7 #Pinky promise #animals #cute #bunny's favorites #Stickermagic brand #Frogs #Guessing on the brand but I'm pretty sure

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fluffishere · 4 months

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Hip To Be Square HD

#Lets see rainbow dashes card #I'm so sorry idk what came over me #no blood version because the raincoat layer gets in the way and waaahhh i dont wanna fiddle with layers and lineart #maybe ill do it later (lie)#I've been listening to hip to be square on repeat for like half an hour #american psycho #my little pony #pinkie pie #mlp #mlp fim #fim #my little pony fim #mlp friendship is magic #american psycho 2000 #art #fluffishere art #fanart #american psycho art #mlp art

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cxpperhead · 3 months

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Belated munday post but the little one is settling in nicely! He's taken to watching me when he thinks I'm not looking at him, horrible camera quality as the angle is wonky but the tank looks better/is more sizable than it appears from the side!

Unfortunately I forgot that flash was enabled and he slipped back into his cool hide after. Sorry for startling you, sweetheart. 😔

#🐍 || ooc #;; mun bullshit #He's been here just over a week and seems to be settling in quite nicely <3 #Loves his pinkies and is getting better with handling #The first two times he was quite a bit more flightly #Today he was calmer and just slithering through my fingers nicely #Gonna leave him alone a day or two so he can keep settling in and he'll get another pinky in another couple of days #I have no idea how old he is but think he was a bit underfed #Needs more than a little pinky every week sagsfsf #Sorry to have been quiet today was mostly recouping and resting up all day #Didn't have much energy beyond typical chores but feeling way less sore/exhausted now :D #Ror's an anery corn btw!#He looks so much prettier irl than the camera shows all these lovely greys and blacks and mochas <3 #Will try and get something done tonight now I'm feeling a bit better about writing

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lepusrufus · 8 months

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Haven't had as much time to play but I'm sure everyone misses the silly funneh ow doodles XD

#overwatch #my art #i swear everyone is expecting Moiras to be assholes and don't even notice when I'm keeping them alive :(#like I pinky promise I'll heal you #unless I see a Genji in succ range I'm sorry in that case the bloodlust is just too strong ur on ur own

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