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flamboyant

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„your jackets are simply much more comfortable than my LT."

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PRINTS on my shop: link in bio 🫶🏻 MORE ARTWORKS and RENDERINGS on p@treon: link in my bio 🫶🏻

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my three main pony s/is!! key frame, floathoof and charlie horse

old refs under the cut, theyre all still accurate i just wanted drawings in my new style

bases for old refs by SelenaEde

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drew that one photo

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"how long have you been standing there?"

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yes, no, maybe so

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consider this an apology for my last post

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When you wanna draw a horse but don't know what pose to pick:

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Someone on p4tre0n requested a Prof. Riley x Student MacTavish!AU hehe

Professor Riley would slay those cunty glasses tbh

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catching a unicorn 🐺

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✨🐈 Slinky kitty 🐈 ✨

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Domenichino; Vergine con l'unicorno.

One of the many frescos in Galleria Farnese, Rome.

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Imagine Simon Riley learning pottery when he retires.

He passes by a ceramics studio every time he goes for a walk or to get groceries and it catches. his. eye. But Simon being Simon, he looks ahead and forgets it, about the people inside working on a wheel and the hanging plants from the ceiling and the POTTERY CLASSES sign staring right at his face.

That is, until he visits Johnny. They eat a homecooked pasta dish and Johnny sets an old tea plate full of olives on the table. "Cannae be bothered to buy a bowl," he says, throwing an olive into the air and catching it with his mouth.

Simon makes it his mission to make him one. It's an excuse to try a new hobby, he tells himself. It's an outlet to be creative, and it's useful; he feeds these ideas into his head.

The bowl has to be perfect. Simon won't settle for less. He rethrows and reshapes it about a thousand times, glazes it in blue and white, impatiently waits for it to dry and finish firing in the kiln and finally wraps it up in a nice box.

He acts tough and nonchalant when he hands it to Johnny, but their fingers touch and he feels the burn like a thousand suns and thinks, did Icarus feel this way when he flew this close to the star?

Johnny's mouth is slightly open and his gaze is soft, eyebrows curved lightly as he inspects the bowl. His stomach twists into a knot, his hands sweat, and he's so fucking scared of dropping and breaking it.

"Simon," his voice wavers, "this is-"

He has to stop talking because he knows his voice will crack and the tears in his eyes are already threatening to spill.

"Look underneath."

Johnny obeys, twists the bowl upside down. In the middle of the flat bottom is the stamp of the maker, a simple letter 'S'.

A few months down the line and Johnny has replaced every single plate (big and small), every cup and mug and coaster and even has a clay vase sitting on the dining room table. Every single piece, along with his ring finger, marked with the letter 'S'.

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my phone isn’t charging even though i plugged her innnnn dramatic ass bitch. YOUR PUSSY IS FILLED! WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT

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EVERYPONY LOOK AT ME AND MY WIFE!!!

if u want more pony selfshipping check me out at @lockandkeylove

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"neurotypicals have this special way of saying 'okay' that makes you feel like shit after infodumping your special interest" anyone can do that actually