Awk! My tulips! Eat hoe crazy horse!

Who is this Grace and why were you riding her anyway? You should know better than to ride a pony bareback. Good thing Grace has a talent for first aid and you didn't fall far.

In a world where everypony wears saddles, who will ride the riders? Coming soon to a theater near you.

Princess Celestia makes peace with herself, as anypony who has lived as long as she has must. In the magical land of Equestria, repressed thoughts and emotions tend to manifest physically and becoming whole once again gets tricky.

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Horse lips are so mobile and elastic. I was the only one to combine card dealing and a literal interpretation of "under the table. All natural coloured pencils on paper.

OK, here's the skinny. Day 14 prompt was like 'draw ponies doing'. Then on the news the latest scandal was 'Kali smoking cigarettes!'. I was like 'oh! That could be fun'. And it was. So here you go. Kali doing Kali. Sans cancer stick, 'cause image is too busy to highlight a ciggy. So I had the only image in the day 14 gallery where existing is the action. Ha!

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I was working on a melted pony puddle when I remembered I'd Scribbled this in the days leading up to Day 1. Bird in the hand. I only sharpened the image once, I figure a little bit of soft focus goes with the mood.

Horsehead Nebula, Equestrian space version. Right below the easternmost star in Orion's belt. I used negative versions of the colours I wanted and then flipped the finished thing to negative. Presto: space.

A particular scent can trigger a vivid recall of an event, place or person. Time travel to a past stored in the mind.

Writers! Who drives the narrative?

Misty the shag-maned hench pone dreams of becoming a Real Pony. Heh, it would be hilarious if she overshot and the Good Breezie turned her into a shaggy Shetland dyed bright blue.

To sleep. Perchance, to dream. A white background is the only option in The Scribbler, unless you switch it to negative in some other image editor after you save it. That's what I did. In the darkness, we all float on OK.

Horse in the fire. Based on a vague memory of the back side of the cover of the 1967 Songs of Leonard Cohen album.

The Day 3 gallery is up, so here's what I whipped up for "pony who's full of it, pony wants to go out". Or something like that. It was yesterday, I've moved on to the next prompt.

Light at the end of the tunnel prompt. End being a function of the train blocking egress in that direction and the messy end if you fail to outrun the train.

On display at the Canterlot Cultural Hippology Museum, the bones of the All Mare. The line of ponies waiting their turn to see her stretches around the corner and down the street.

Mostly pastels, pony in coloured pencils.

It's the last makeup day and I spent what time I had sweating over one (one!) line of poetry. Not even original poetry. Emphasis, meter, stressed syllables and flow are grey areas for me. So I spent two hours cobbling together nuance and cascading meanings and hoping I didn't stagger the stressed syllables the wrong way.

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Illustration of a moment from chapter VII July of Twilight's Blog, done as part of NATG V (prompt: draw a pony moving; draw a pony shaking).

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Took the day off since it was a makeup day and I was le tired (fire ze missiles!). Worked all day. Maybe I'll draw a creepy clown next makeup day. Have this horse from last year's NATG. You might recognize her.