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Here's everything I've ever gotten of my own little sourpuss of a pony and some notes on why I love them. I gave myself a limitation how much I would ask for in the MLP forum, but now that I'm here instead if anyone ever wants to doodle her, I would adore it.

For this first post, this gorgeous piece by Laura-Mae (Whom currently does run an art thread in the MLP forum but last I was aware was very busy with a long waiting list)


I feel like this just suits her to as T. I can see the little gears in her head turning, recalling patient charts and treatments, which is generally how she reminisces. Or when I'm in a fouler mood, I can see it as her rolling her eyes and the lackadaisical attitude of the ponies around her.

The mark came out perfectly and I love the one bloom sticking out contrary to the others. As well as the different white used on the body than the cloak and the fact that they got her hair looking mussy but still pretty.

So pleased with this one.

Both images by Serhalu:



For the first one, just...d'aww...She doesn't look like such a sourpuss when she's sleeping. This one makes me want to snug her up until she woke up and glared at me.

The second one is fantastic. That tired, weary expression, especially in the heat that she doesn't handle at all well, is just perfect. And I love how dirty her legs look and how beautifully Serhalu has always made her cutie mark. heart

Art by Gachi_san



This lineart reminds me of a Greek statue. A scene full of motion just captured and frozen into art. The story behind the pose left up to your imagination. Personally I see her rushing back and forth, worried for outcome in regards to a heavily injured patient, but every action full of purpose.

Art by Monochromicorn



I did a fix here and there on some details, but the majority of the art is how it came and it was fantastic right from the get go. It's just the sweetest expression of Pan and Tactic's precious nerd love.

Especially since my husband (whom Tactic belongs to) and I find ourselves doing the exact same thing a lot of the time. Just staring into each other's eyes until he inevitably kisses my forehead. It's like the artist read our minds. heart