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.

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.

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.

One of those types of parties I avoid, where everypony is standing around and the noise is so loud you can hardly think.

Lights out! Now it's a rave. I avoid those too.

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Surprising few if any, the final prompt pair for NATG XII was 'pony graduating' & 'pony attaining goal'. Well, nopony graduates like a graduated glassware pony.

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Nope. Running pone. In living colour thanks to ZeFrank's Scribbler.

I wanted to wack my wacky Wacom. What ever became of the KISS principle?

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

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.

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.

Writers! Who drives the narrative?

Achieved! Above and beyond the hurdle. It's not day eleven yet, it's a Makeup Day. So either I draw nothing, or I draw makeup. Decisions, decisions.

Pony Puddle.

As the party burbles and rumbles in the other room, one pony slips a sinister liquid into the punch.

I solved the missing ponies problem of Maretime Bay. It's head crabs. You're welcome!

What I can't fathom is what triggers the "read more" cuts in this "blog" thing.

G5 unicorn in G4 style, transformed in ZeFrank's Scribbler and white areas filled with colour in MS Paint.

Magic earth pony mucus! So much glow. What snot to love? Earth pony nose drip accessory for ewww!

Grady twins. The Shining. Blood red colour. Day 7, they ask for pony giving birth to a fawn while on top another pony. That will be difficult. I sleep now.

Pony attempting to scrape the bottom of a barrel while straddling it to keep it from rolling away. We're about halfway through and Calpain is running out of ideas for "art" prompts. I got art prompts for ya right here:

i: Draw a pony portrait / draw a pony standing / relaxing
ii: Draw a pony rubbing her nose / ponies rubbing noses / a pony rubbing hooves together

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