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I was watching the Season 1 deleted scenes and noticed this. being that the entire original take of "Some Enchanted Evening" was REALLY off model, its meant that they made a few mistakes in animation. So this is one of four times in the simpsons when you actulley see that she does wear underwear :P If you want to see the other 3 just ask and I will post them
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Marge with a high school theme. Altered her hair in this one. =]

edit: touched up on the colours.

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Marge Simpson © Matt Groening, Fox
Fan Art © ~Strike-Force
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Same reason for this, as for the Bender one. Made the lines traditionally and then when I got home from Spain I colored them. I did use much more effort on this, than in any other peace I made there. :)
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A Simpsons and Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World mashup.
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i don't draw the simpsons kids enough
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Powerfull!
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For the 1st Year Anniversary of :iconvvitch:
8th August is the day he joined DA. If you love him or his arts, draw any cartoon characters for him. find more details here ---> [link]
I decided to draw Jenny because he a very big fan of MLaaTR
GO AND DRAW FOR HIM NOW!!!

ฉลองครบรอบ 1 ปี DA นะครับวิท หวังว่าจะชอบนะ เห็นบอกเอาพื้นหลังขาวๆ แต่มันโล่งๆไปหน่อยเลยเพิ่มเงาไปนิดนึง วิทคงตัดออกได้แหละเนอะ
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Jenny-san from MLaaTR

She is very cutie Robot girl!
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Day 1
>You are Mary, a fluffy unicorn with a red mane and tail.
>You woke up this morning to see such a happy sight.
>Babies!
>More importantly, your babies!
>You're the happy momma of 4 babies.
>Two unicorns and two earth fluffies, all fillies.
>One unicorn has purple fluff and a purple and pink mane and tail.
>The other has white fluff and a purple mane and tail.
>One earth fluffy is orange with a light brown mane and tail.
>The other is pink with a pink mane and tail.
>You feel yourself swell with pride.
>And milk. Lots of milk.
>You sigh and just lay there, your babies softly snoozing on your tummy.
>"Mah babehs. Wuv babehs."
>After a short while, the babies start waking up.
>The pink one yawns and lets out a soft chirp.
>"Babeh hungwy? Nee' miwk?"
>The baby starts wiggling its legs in the air and chirping, sounding increasingly panicked.
>"Siwwy babeh, weggies go unda fwuff!"
>You help turn her over.
>Her eyes still aren't open, but she slowly crawls along your tummy fluff. You can feel her toothless gums nipping at your tummy, looking for your teats.
>You know from last time that babies need a lot of help when they're just born.
>You softly nudge the baby forward, until it find your teat and begins suckling.
>"Good babeh. Dwink miwk, haf' fuww tummy, be happy babeh!"
>As the pink one continues to drink, the other babies begin waking up as well, chirping for help.
>You do your motherly duties with each one, gently helping it find your teats.
>You have as many teats as you have babies.
>Daddy always said you were a special fluffy with more milk places than other mares. That's why you got so many babies!
>Hmmm.
>Something doesn't seem right.
>You hold your legs in the air and wiggle them.
>"Weggies aww hewe."
>You look down. The babies are all quietly suckling.
>"Babehs aww hewe."
>You look around the room without turning over, so the babies don't fall.
>Toys, check.
>Bed, check.
>Litter box, check.
>Wa-wa bottle, check.
>Looks like everything is here, so why do you feel strange?
>Wait, what were you thinking earlier?
>You knew from 'last time' to help the babies?
>What last time?
>These are your only babies!
>Why would you think that you had others?
>The door opens.
>"Daddy! Babehs! Mawy be mumma!"
>"That's right, honey! You're such a good momma, feeding your babies."
>You love Daddy. He gives you nummies, and clean your litter box, and plays with you.
>He doesn't even get mad when your babies make poopies out of the litter box.
>Wait, why did you think that?
>You just had your babies yesterday. They haven't made any poopies yet.
>"Mary? What's wrong?"
>You don't know...
>"Mawy...Mawy wememba otha babehs. Mawy haf otha babehs?"
>Daddy makes a strange face, then kneels down and pets your mane.
>You smile. You like it when Daddy pets you. You like it when he gives you hugs, but he can't do that with the babies on your tummy.
>"No, Mary, these are your babies. Remember yesterday? You gave birth to the babies. You were so happy. You haven't had any other babies. Just these. Don't you love these babies?"
>"Wuv babehs! Mawy wuv mah babehs! Mo' dan anyfing!"
>"More than Daddy?"
>You freeze.
>You do love Daddy. A whole lot. He's Daddy! How could you not love him?
>But you love your babies too! How could you ever choose which one you love most?
>"Mawy...Mawy wuv daddy an' babehs!"
>Daddy smiles. He's not mad. That's good. You weren't sure what to say. You didn't want to say something to make him sad or angry.
>"That's good. Mary. You're a good fluffy. You're a good momma to your babies."
>You smile again. Daddy always knows what to say.
>But you can't remember giving birth to the babies.
>He said it was yesterday? Yesterday was...
>Your orange baby has finished drinking, and tries to crawl around on your tummy fluff, but goes too far and falls off, landing on the blanket.
>She starts crying.
>"Nuu! Babeh nu cwy! Mumma hewe!"
>Daddy picks the baby up, since you can't reach it with the other babies still on your tummy.
>He drops her in your hooves, and you hold the baby close in a hug.
>"Mumma hewe, babeh. Pwease nu cwy, gif huggies."
>The babies' cries quickly die down, and she hugs your head.
>"Good babeh. Wuv babehs."
>Daddy stands up.
>"I'm gonna go make breakfast. I'll bring you some food, okay?"
>"Kay, daddy. Fank yoo! Wuv nummies! Nee' nummies fo' miwk fo' babehs!"
>Daddy closes the door, leaving you alone with the babies again.
>Why can't you remember giving birth?
>Well, Daddy says you forget things a lot.
>You don't remember what he says you forgot, though.
>Maybe that's why you forgot about giving birth to the babies.
>Makes sense to your tiny fluffy brain.
>You can't help but feel like you've had babies before, but Daddy says you haven't.
>Daddy is such a smarty, so if he says so, that's how it is.
>The other babies have finished suckling, so you slowly roll over and let them roll onto the ground.
>They start chirping again, but you lay on your side and pull them close.
>"Wuv babehs."
>Daddy comes back with nummies!
>"You hungry, girl?"
>"Mawy hungwy, daddy!"
>He puts the bowl on the ground near your head.
>"Oatmeal and fruit for my good little girl."
>He gingerly puts your babies on your back as your roll over on your legs.
>By now, all the babies have opened their eyes and are mewling and babbling.
>As you eat your yummy nummies, Daddy gives each baby a tummy rub with his finger.
>The babies all laugh and flail their tiny leggies in the air.
>It suddenly smells not pretty. You feel something dribbling down your side.
>Oh no! One of the babies has made poopies all over your fluff!
>Daddy sees it and frowns.
>"Daddy! Pwease nu be angwy! Babbeh nu mean make poopies! Not know about witta box! Pwease nu put babeh in sowwy box!"
>Daddy softens his expression.
>"It's alright, Mary. She's just a baby. She's not old enough to learn how to use the litter box yet. You'll have to wait until she's older to teach her. That'll be your job, ok? Good mommas teach their babies how to be good fluffies."
>You nod your head. "Day good babehs! Mawy be good mumma, teach dem be good fwuffies!"
>"Glad to hear it. Let me get something to clean you with."
>Daddy leaves the room, and you resume eating your delicious nummies.
>Like you knew, Daddy wasn't mad at the baby for making poopies outside of the litter box.
>But how did you know that?
>If you had made bad poopies like that, Daddy would have put you in the Sorry Box!
>You don't like the Sorry Box. It's dark, and Daddy won't respond when you call out to him.
>You love Daddy, so you're a good fluffy so he won't have to put you in the Sorry Box where bad fluffies go.
>How did you know that Daddy wouldn't put your baby in the Sorry Box?
>You're so confused. All these thoughts, and you don't know why you're thinking them.
>But then again, Daddy is really nice.
>Maybe that's why he didn't put the baby in the Sorry Box.
>You feel like such a smart fluffy. You figured it out!
>Daddy comes back with a wipe. He cleans the poopies out of your fur so you can smell pretty.
>When he finishes, you give him a hug. "Wuv daddy!"
>You won't want him getting jealous of all the attention you're giving your babies. Daddies need love too!
>"I love you too, Mary. Daddy has to go to work now. Make sure to be gentle with the babies, OK? They need to learn to walk and talk, so make sure to let them try moving around on their own for awhile."
>"Kay, daddy! Mawy be best mumma eba!"
>"You already are, dear."
>You tilt your head to one side.
>"Awweady?"
>"Nevermind. Just do your momma thing and I'll see you when I get home, alright?"
>"Kay. Bye, Daddy!"
>He closes the door.
>You do remember that when he goes to 'work' he's gone for a very long time.
>Time to play with the babies!
>You'll be the best momma ever, and your babies will grow to be big and smart and good fluffies!

Day 4
>Your babies are growing up so fast!
>They've all learned to walk, and are scooting around the saferoom, playing.
>They learned faster this time.
>Wait, this time?
>Silly Mary, there never was a last time!
>Your babies love you so much. They always come when you call them for milk nummies, and give you so many hugs, like good babies.
>"Pay! Wub ba'!"
>"Gib hugs!"
>"Bocks!"
>They've been energetic all day, running around and playing with their toys.
>The only times they stop are to hug or to drink more milk.
>You're completely worn out, lying on your bed, trying to rest a little.
>You wish you could take a nap, but you can't sleep when your babies are awake! Only bad mommas don't watch their babies.
>You remember that from before.
>There it is again! Why do you keep remembering things you don't remember?
>You sigh. No energy to get upset about it.
>The babies didn't take their nap today. They were too busy playing.
>You're glad that they're so happy, but they really tucker you out!
>You hear the door open.
>Daddy's home!
>The babies stop what they're doing and look around, trying to find out where the noise of the door had come from.
>They'll soon learn that it's the Daddy sound!
>You look up to see Daddy smiling at you.
>"Da! Da! Da! Da!"
>Your babies all run over to Daddy to give him hugs.
>They haven't known him for very long, but they love him very much.
>Your purple baby trips on her legs and falls face first on the papers that Daddy put down for when the babies missed the litter box.
>He's so smart, he knew that the babies would take awhile to learn to use the litter box.
>You've tried telling them to use it, but they're too little to remember.
>Daddy said not to worry about it for now, and they'd learn better once they can talk better.
>Your baby starts crying, but Daddy picks her up and gently pets her.
>"Shhh sh sh sh, it's okay, little girl. Daddy's here, you'll be alright."
>The baby calms down to just sniffling and hugs Daddy's thumb. She starts suckling on it like it's a teat. It makes Daddy smile.
>Daddy loves your babies. That makes you so happy. You'd be so sad if he didn't like them.
>That's why you try your best to be a good momma and teach your babies to be good fluffies, so Daddy won't be mad at them.
>You slowly get up and slowly walk over to Daddy to give him hugs.
>You look up at him while you hug his leg.
>You frown. Something's not right.
>"Daddy? Why you fwuff bwue? You fwuff wed when you weave."
>Daddy stops smiling at the babies. You hope you haven't said anything to upset him.
>"You mean my shirt?"
>He tugs at the blue fluff on his chest with his free hand.
>He laughs. "Mary, my shirt was blue this morning, too. Silly fluffy, I wore my red shirt a few days ago."
>You relax.
>You're such a silly fluffy! You forgot that Daddy wore his blue fluff today.
>He's such an amazing Daddy, being able to change his fluff color.
>Sometimes you wish you could change yours. You love your white fluff, but it gets dirty so easily.
>"Hee hee, sowwy daddy. Mawwy fowgot. It wonnnnnnnng day, babehs make Mawy so tiwed. Wan' sweepies, but babehs nu wan' nappies!"
>"They played through nap time? Well that's not good. You're their mother, Mary, you tell them what to do. If you're tired, tell them to come nap with you. You don't want to exhaust yourself."
>You lower your head, along with your ears.
>"Sowwy daddy. Wan' take nappies wif' babehs in fwuffpiwe, but babehs haf so much fun pwayin', nu wan' make babehs stop haf' fun. Wan babehs be happy, make momma happy..."
>Daddy picks your chin up and pets you.
>"Awwww, that's alright, Mary. You're a very good momma who likes seeing her children play. Tell you what, how about I take the babies into the other room to play with for awhile, so you can take a nap in here, ok? When you wake up, dinner will be ready."
>You happily give Daddy another hug, then wearily lie down in your bed.
>"Fank yoo, daddy. Wuv daddy."
>"I love you too, Mary."
>As get ready to sleep, you watch Daddy pick up the babies and carry them outside the safe room.
>Right before you close your eyes, you think you can see Daddy not smiling anymore.

Day 9
>The babies are even bigger now!
>They know how to talk properly now, and are always talking to each other.
>They're still babies, so it's mostly things like "Huggies!" and "Pway wif baww!"
>Even more exciting, today your orange baby was crying about "mouf huwties."
>When you looked into her mouth, you saw a bit of white.
>"Teefies! Babeh haf teefies!"
>You were so happy that you gave her a huge hug.
>The babies didn't know what teeth were, but they got excited when they saw you so happy.
>Daddy said that when a baby started growing teeth, it meant they were going to be foals soon!
>Daddy told you that when the babies all get their teeth, they'll be able to get names.
>Seems like you could do that now, but Daddy said to wait until they got all their teeth.
>And Daddy knows everything.
>Your babies are growing up, and it makes you happy because you are their momma.
>Daddy says they're growing up so fast because you're such a good momma.
>You were so pleased at the compliment, you didn't even get sad when Daddy left for the day.
>But you can't help but feel strange about the orange baby getting teeth.
>Not because Daddy said it was a bit early.
>But for some reason, you were almost certain the white baby would get her teeth first.

Day 16
>The babies are all about to finish getting their teeth now, and they're using the litterbox frequently.
>There are still accidents, though.
>But Daddy said they'd get it right soon.
>And Daddy knows everything.
>Today, you're playing blocks with the purple baby, your back turned to the rest of the safe room.
>"Now babeh, take bwock, an' put on otha bwock!"
>The purple baby carefully picks up the block with her hooves, and moves it over to the other block.
>Carefully...
>"Cawefuw, babeh. Nu wan' make bwocks faww..."
>"Kay, mumma. Be good babeh, nu wet bwocks faww."
>Closer...
>You feel yourself completely entranced by your baby's progress. The block moves closer and closer...
>"Awmowst..."
>The babeh grunts, then suddenly lets go of the block.
>Toki wo tomare!
>It's like time has slowed down all of a sudden.
>Well, you have no concept of the passage of time, really. But still, shit be moving like, super slow.
>The block falls through the air.
>Your eyes go wide.
>Your baby watches with rapt attention as the block slowly descends.
>Finally, it lands neatly on top of the other block with an almost imperceptible 'tap'.
>Soshite, toki ga ugokidasu...
>Your stand up on your back legs just long enough to wiggle your front legs in celebration.
>"Babeh make bwock piwe! Is smawty babeh!"
>Your baby cheers alongside you.
>As you both share hugs, you marvel at the glorious block tower before you.
>Daddy let you watch FluffTV, so you know from watching it how to count all the way to 5!
>One...two...
>Two blocks tall!
>Such a marvelous accomplishment! Daddy will be so proud when he comes home.
>"Ewww, nu smeww pwetty! Mumma, sissy make bad poopies!"
>You turn around. Daddy said if the babies kept making bad poopies out of the litterbox, you'd have to be more strict.
>You don't want to be a meanie momma, but good babies use the litterbox, and you don't want your babies to be bad babies!
>That would make you a bad momma, and Daddy would be sad.
>You go up to the white baby and bap her on the snout.
>You tried not to hurt her, but she still cries.
>"Owwie! Why mumma huwt babeh?"
>"Mumma sowwy. Mumma no wan' gif owwies, but babeh nee' wememba make poopies in witta box ownwy. Good babehs make poopies in box."
>The white baby sniffles and looks at you with sad, confused eyes.
>"Buh mumma, babeh no make bad poopies! It sissy! Sissy make bad poopies!"
>You frown. Babies shouldn't say things that aren't true. Only bad fluffies lie.
>You bap your baby again, harder this time, and she cries.
>"Nu be siwwy babeh! Mumma know you make bad poopies. No say fing dat not twuwe, ownwy bad babehs do dat."
>The implication that she's a bad baby just makes her cry even harder.
>"Mumma, babeh nu make bad poopies! Wook!"
>With one hoof on her snout, she points towards the litterbox.
>You see your orange baby next to a small pile of poop.
>She's trying to hide behind it, her ears flopped down, and a very guilty expression on her face.
>"Wha? Bu'...bu'...owange babeh neba make bad poopies. Why you make bad poopies?!"
>The orange one doesn't say anything, she just cringes and starts quietly crying.
>The white one cries louder. "Mumma meanie! Gif owwies when babeh do nuffing!"
>The pink baby is woken up by the white baby's cries.
>"Why sissy cwy? Nee' huggies?"
>The white baby runs over to her sister and they hug, the white one still crying.
>"Meanie mumma gif babeh owwies, say she bad babeh fo' make bad poopies. Bu' babeh nu is bad babeh, nu make bad poopies, is owange sissy!"
>The orange baby slowly shuffles over to her sisters, her head bowed low, she doesn't even realize she's reached them until she bumps into one, uttering a quiet, automatic 'Oopsies.'
>"Sissy sowwy, nu mean you get owwies."
>She holds out her hooves, and the white baby graciously accepts her apology hugs.
>You're distraught. You punished the wrong baby, and now your babies think you're a meanie.
>You approach your purple baby, who's been sitting by the blocks the entire time.
>"Babeh wuv mumma?"
>The baby squeaks and tries to hide behind the block tower.
>You move around it, but the baby keeps moving so the tower blocks her from sight.
>"Why babeh twy hide? Nu wan pway hidey game, mumma wan' huggies."
>You change direction, but she still hides.
>You start getting angry again.
>"Why babeh hide fwom mumma?!"
>You stop, and you can see the backside of the purple baby sticking out from behind the blocks.
>She's shaking.
>"M-m-m-mumma scawwy, gif owwies to good b-b-babehs. Am good babeh, nu wan' owwies!"
>You frown. Why are they acting like this?!
>"Mumma nu gif owwies, jus' wan huggies! Gif huggies!"
>You swat at the tower in your way, and the blocks tumble down to the ground.
>Your purple baby bursts into tears.
>"Nuuuu! Mah bwock piwe! Mumma bweak piwe!"
>You stop and look down.
>Oh no! The block pile your baby made! You were so proud of her, but now it's ruined, and it's all your fault.
>You look at your baby with pleading eyes.
>"Mumma sowwy, babeh! Nu mean bweak bwock piwe!"
>You reach out to offer hugs, but your baby shrinks back and runs over to her sisters, who are all sniffling and hugging together.
>"Mumma meanie! Make good babehs haf saddies!"
>You're at a total loss.
>Your babies are sad, and you want to give them huggies and make them feel better.
>But you're the reason they're sad, and they won't let you give them hugs.
>You sit there, frustration on your face as your feeble mind tries to think of something to do.
>You're a good momma, you're sure of it!
>Maybe if you give your babies hugs and say that you're sorry, they'll forgive you for your mistake?
>"Mumma sowwy, babehs. You good babehs, wan gif huggies."
>You approach them and they all run away, crying in fear.
>"Nu wan' good babeh owwies!"
>You pursue them.
>"Nu gif owwies, gif huggies! Why babehs wun fwom mumma?"
>You're so focused on your babies that the loud thump outside your safe room door doesn't even register in your mind.
>As you get closer, the babies just cry harder.
>"Hewp! Nu wan' meanie mumma!"
>That makes you stop dead in your tracks.
>They don't want you?
>Your lip quivers at the thought.
>But instead of getting more sad, you get angry instead.
>The babies have run themselves into a corner, and are cowering, hugging each other.
>You approach slowly, your anger showing on your face, making the babies shake even more.
>"Nu am meanie mummah! Am good mumma! You mah babehs! Wan gif huggies to babehs! WHY NO WET MUMMA GIF HUGGIES?!"
>"What is going on in here?!"
>You freeze, and turn around.
>Daddy is standing there, and he looks very not happy.
>Your anger quickly melts away into fear.
>"Daddy, b-b-b-babehs nu wan gif huggies to mumma. Dey fink Mawy am meanie mumma, dey wun fwom Mawy."
>"Maybe they're afraid of you because you're yelling at them and chasing them. Did you ever think about that? What if I was yelling at you?!"
>You flinch and lower your ears. You hate it when Daddy yells. When Daddy yells, it's usually because you were being a bad fluffy.
>He walks towards you very fast. You yelp and try to run, but Daddy catches you in an instant.
>He picks you up and holds you in front of his face.
>You curl your hooves into your fluff and try to look as small as you can.
>You're so afraid you're about to make scaredy poopies.
>"Are you afraid, Mary?"
>"Y-y-y-yes..."
>"Did you get scared when I shouted at you and ran to grab you?"
>"Y-y-yes, daddy..."
>If I was yelling at you to give me hugs, would you be afraid to?"
>"Yes, Mawy am scawed! Pwease daddy, wan' down!"
>He pulls you a little closer.
>"This is how your babies feel when you yell at them and chase them around the room when they're scared."
>At first, you're still too afraid to understand what Daddy's trying to explain.
>But then the moment of revelation hits you like a giant Sorry Stick.
>You're so afraid of Daddy right now, even though you love him any other time and always love giving him hugs.
>Your babies feel the same way about you at the moment.
>"Mawy sowwy, daddy. Nu wan' babehs be scawed of mumma, wan' dem wuv mumma."
>Daddy sighs and his face doesn't seem as angry.
>"I know, Mary. I know you didn't mean to scare them. But you can't do this to your babies. If they're scared, then let them play away from you for awhile. They'll come back to you when they're ready to. They love you, but you can't force them to love you back if they're afraid."
>You nod, and look down at your babies, who are still in the corner, hugging each other.
>"Mumma sowwy, babehs! Wuv babehs!"
>"Mary, I think you need to take a break from them, OK? Let you both calm down a little and come back when we're not so upset."
>You don't want to be separated from your babies, especially right now when they think you're a meanie, but you trust Daddy.
>He always knows what's best.
>"Otay, daddy..."
>He takes you out of the safe room and plops you down on the couch in front of the Magic Picture Box he calls the TV.
>"A little FluffTV should take your mind off things for awhile, Mary. I'll make us some dinner, and we'll all be feeling much better after that."
>"Fank you, daddy."
>Daddy fiddles with a stick with buttons that he always plays with right before the TV starts making pictures.
>TV time is usually a happy time, but you still feel so sad.
>What if your babies never forgive you? What would Daddy do to the babies? Or you?
>The TV flashes to life, and Daddy is pressing buttons on the stick that makes the pictures change.
>"...practically poisoned plenty of..."
>"...I was bored to tears even before the hour that wouldn't end..."
>"...You're talking about Shenanigans, right?"
>"...we're up here at Gobbler's Knob waiting for the forecast..."
>"...is best baww fo gwowin' fwuffies who wike..."
>Daddy walks into the kitchen to make nummies.
>The TV keeps talking. "Up next on FluffTV is Babies!, every fluffy's favorite show. Brought to you by Psilocyfluff! The only fluffy treat that takes them on a wiiiiiiild ride (warning: limit one treat per hour, ask your vet and/or dealer if Psilocyfluff is safe for your fluffy, symptoms may include but are not limited to: sneezing, vomiting, excessive diarrhea, recessive diarrhea, depression, regression, inception, a bad case of the Mondays, nausea, loss of motor functions, permanent brain damage, a good case of the Thursdays, nasal bleeding, and imaginary drowning)."
>Your eyes are hit with the scene of a happy fluffy momma, lying on a blanket while her three babies play with a little ball.
>The babies babble happily, and the momma smiles.
>"Babehs! Wuv babehs!"
>The babies waddle up to their momma and give her hugs.
>It's too much.
>You start crying, harder than you ever remember crying before.


Day 22
>Daddy's just come home.
>Your babies....no, foals....have finally finished what Daddy calls 'weaning.'
>That's Daddy's word for babies learning to eat fluffy nummies instead of momma milk.
>The purple baby was the last one to make the final transition.
>You know you should be overjoyed at this, so happy for your baby that she's growing up into a healthy, happy, smart baby.
>But you feel so sad.
>It's like the more they grow, the closer they come to going away forever.
>But that's silly, isn't it? Your babies aren't going anywhere!
>So why do you keep thinking they are?
>You've been hugging your babies a lot lately.
>Not that you didn't hug them before of course. Good mommas give their babies lots of huggies!
>But now it seems like you're trying to hug one at every moment.
>The babies got tired of that pretty quickly and wiggled their way out of your legs to go play.
>The pink baby, on the other hoof, seemed perfectly content to lie there with you an nap.
>You got in trouble a few days ago because of her.
>You got really angry for some reason and started yelling at her.
>Saying that she shouldn't be taking so many naps, she's supposed to be the baby that always runs around and plays.
>She didn't know what you were saying. She said she always loved taking nappies.
>You tried to remember if that was true. The last time you thought your babies were lying, you were wrong, and the babies got scared because you punished a good baby.
>You couldn't remember. Your memory isn't very good. Daddy says all fluffies are like that, and they forget things very easily.
>But you remember your pink baby being very loud and playful, always wanting to run around and push the ball around with her sisters, and hated having to go to sleep.
>But you also remember her napping all day, and being the first onto your tummy when it was dark times and you and your babies made the fluffpile.
>Could this be a different baby? Maybe some other fluffy's pink baby?
>You asked if she was your baby, and that made the pink baby so upset she started crying.
>Daddy heard her crying, and talked to you again about yelling at your fluffies.
>You wanted to explain to Daddy why you were yelling, but you didn't know how to say it.
>You couldn't tell if you were remembering it right, so you just held your head with your hooves and cried.
>Daddy took you out of the safe room and let you sit in his lap and be petted while he watched the TV.
>It felt nice, but you were still sad.
>And now you feel guilty for yelling at the pink baby, now that she's the only one willing to let you hug her for as long as you want.
>Daddy's making dark time nummies.
>He has to make more now, because all your babies don't need your milk anymore.
>Your teats still feel full, though. They hurt a little, like how you feel when you need to make peepees after waking up.
> Like there's so much that your baby hurts to hold it all.
>Milk for your babies.
>But they're not babies anymore.

>It's now sleepy times, and you're lying there, surrounded by your foals, who are all quietly snoozing.
>The orange foal is lying on her back, and occasionally you see her feet kick like she's running.
>You asked Daddy at nummies time about your teats, and he said it was perfectly normal.
>The hurt would go away quickly, after going long enough without the babies drinking any of the milk.
>Daddy knows everything, so you left it at that.
>The feeling that you're going to lose your foals is now stronger than ever.
>You feel the sad wa-wa coming, but you don't want to wake the foals, so you cry quietly.
>Daddy said tomorrow you could give the babies names, since they're all ready by now.
>But you feel like they'll be gone tomorrow.
>You know it's a silly feeling. If you told Daddy, he'd say it was a silly feeling.
>You know you forget things easily. You know that Daddy is so much smarter than you. And on that same level, you know that your babies will not be here when you wake up.
>You can't let them disappear without naming them, without giving them something to take with them, wherever they're going.
>You slowly get up and walk over to the white baby, lying on her tummy, occasionally smacking her lips as she dreams.
>Barely a whisper, you say, "You be cwean babeh, nu wike diwty fwuff. You name is Peppewmint."
>You give her a soft hug, and she doesn't wake.
>You sneak over to the pink baby.
>"Pink babeh wuv nappies, awways wan' sweep. Mumma sowwy fo' yewwin at sweepy babeh. You name is Dweamew."
>Another soft hug, then moving on to the orange baby.
>"Owange babeh wike pwaying wif sissies. Awways wan' baww an' pwaytimes. You name is Bouncy."
>After hugging her carefully, so as not to get kicked when her leggies twitch in the air, you come at last to the purple baby.
>"You awways wike pway wif bwocks, wan dwaw pictahs when daddy bwing cwayons and wisten to mumma. You is smawty babeh, so you haf' take cawe of sissies, otay? You name is Twinkwe."
>After giving her a hug, you lie back down where you were before, your tears still coming down.
>"G-g-goodbye, babehs. Mumma w-w-wuv you aww."
>You lay there, crying until you fall asleep.
>In your dreams, you're playing with your foals.
>They laugh and play and hug, and you feel happy again.
>But they suddenly stop playing.
>The room goes dark, except for one light on you and the foals.
>Dreamer looks like she's going to be sick.
>"Wha' wong, Dweamew?"
>Suddenly Dreamer starts getting smaller, her voice turning squeaky as she turns back into a baby.
>You run to her, and gently pick her up.
>She's so small now, only making chirping noises as she clings to your fluff with her tiny hooves.
>The other foals run towards you, but they too start getting smaller.
>Peppermint and Bouncy reach you just as they too become as small as the littlest of babies.
>"Why Peppewmint an' Bouncy be babehs? You nu mo' babehs, you haf teefies an' eat nummies!"
>But they don't answer, they only chirp.
>You look at Twinkle, but she too starts to change.
>"Mumma..." is all she can say before she becomes a baby again.
>You now have 4 babies, all chirping for their mumma.
>"Babehs..."
>Their chirping gets louder and louder. Soon it becomes so loud that it hurts your ears.
>"Pwease nu cwy, babehs. Mumma hewe, pwease nu be woud, babehs!"
>You carefully pick them up and lay them on your tummy fluff. Their crying and chirping goes away as they each latch onto a teat and suckle.
>You sigh in relief. "Good babehs."
>You lie your head back and look into the darkness that surrounds you.
>You see eyes staring back at you.
>So many eyes.
>More eyes than you can count.
>All of them glowing, shining in the dark.
>They slowly walk into the light.
>They're your babies!
>Well, not babies. They're your foals.
>Your foals before they changed back into babies.
>But that doesn't seem right. Your babies are right here now.
>You look at your tummy.
>Yep. They're still there.
>So how can they be out there?
>And how are there so many of them?
>You look, and they all look like your foals.
>But there are so many that they surround you.
>"Mumma, wan' mumma nummies."
>They all say it, or something like it.
>"But Mawy awweady haf babehs. Dey nee' miwk, no haf nummies fo' otha fwuffies..."
>"Nu wan' miwk, wan' mumma nummies!"
>They start biting at you, grabbing any piece of you they can get.
>"Owwies! Pwease nu huwt Mawy! Mawy nee' be mumma, gif babehs miwk! Pwease!"
>They ignore you, and get biting at your fluff, your tail, your ears, anything.
>"Ahhhh! Huwties! Pwease nu mo' huwties!"
>They tear off pieces of you, and as each one takes a bite, another takes its place.
>Soon they've eaten through so much of you that you can't even scream.
>But all the while, the babies on your tummy are left unharmed, and they continue to suckle.
>Suddenly you feel yourself falling, your babies still attached to whatever is left of you.
>Through your one remaining eye, without an eyelid, you see a giant foal below you, opening its mouth to eat you whole.
>As its mouth closes around you, it all goes dark.

Day 1
>You are Mary, a fluffy unicorn with a red mane and tail.
>You woke up this morning feeling like you've just had a scary dream, but you can't remember it.
>You open your eyes to see such a happy sight.
>Babies!
>More importantly, your babies!
>You're the happy momma of 4 foals.
>Wait, not foals, babies! Silly Mary!
>Two unicorns and two earth fluffies, all fillies.
>One earth fluffy is pink with a pink mane and tail.
>The other is orange with a light brown mane and tail.
>One unicorn has purple fluff and a purple and pink mane and tail.
>The other has white fluff and a purple mane and tail.
>You feel yourself swell with pride.
>And milk. Lots of milk.
>You sigh and just lay there, your babies softly snoozing on your tummy.
>"Mah babehs. Wuv babehs."
>After a short while, the babies start waking up.
>The pink one yawns and lets out a soft chirp.
>"Why pink babeh wake up? Pink babeh wuv sweepies!"
>Hmm, why would you think that? These babies are too little for you to know a thing like that!
>"Babeh hungwy? Nee' miwk?"
>The baby slowly crawls along your tummy fluff. You can feel her toothless gums nipping at your tummy, looking for your teats.
>You know from last time that babies need a lot of milk to grow healthy.
>You softly nudge the baby forward, until it find your teat and begins suckling.
>"Good babeh. Dwink miwk, haf' fuww tummy, be happy babeh!"
>As the pink one continues to drink, the other babies begin waking up as well, chirping for help.
>You do your motherly duties with each one, gently helping it find your teats.
>You have as many teats as you have babies.
>Daddy always said you were a special fluffy with more milk places than other mares. That's why you got so many babies!
>Hmmm.
>Something doesn't seem right.
>You reach up to feel your horn.
>"Howny hewe."
>You look down. You can see any teats that aren't currently being latched on to by a baby.
>"Miwky tings aww hewe."
>You look around the room.
>Bed, check.
>Toys, check.
>Wa-wa bottle, check.
>Litter box, check.
>Looks like everything is here, so why do you feel strange?
>Wait, what were you thinking earlier?
>You knew from 'last time' to give the babies as much milk as they need?
>What last time?
>The door opens.
>"Daddy! Babehs!"
>"That's right, honey! You're such a good momma, feeding your babies."
>You love Daddy. He gives you nummies, and clean your litter box, and plays with you.
>You feel like you should ask him something.
>"Mary? What's wrong?"
>You don't know...
>"Whewe Twinkwe? Whewe Peppewmint, an' Dweamew, an' Bouncy?"
>Daddy looks confused. You must make that face a lot, because you get confused easily.
>"Who are those, Mary?"
>"Dey Mawy's babehs, Daddy. Dey nee' miwk, ow dey nu can gwow back to bein' fwuffies wike befo'."
>Daddy makes a strange face, then kneels down and pets your mane.
>You smile. You like it when Daddy pets you. You like it when he gives you hugs, but he can't do that with the babies on your tummy.
>"No, Mary, these are your babies. Your only babies. Remember yesterday? You gave birth to the babies. You were so happy. You haven't had any other babies. Just these. Don't you love these babies?"
>"Wuv babehs! Mawy wuv mah babehs! Mo' dan anyfing!"
>"That's good, Mary. You're a good fluffy, and good fluffies take care of their babies."
>You smile again. Daddy always knows what to say.
>But you can't remember giving birth to the babies.
>He said it was yesterday? Yesterday was...
>Your white baby has finished drinking, and tries to crawl around on your tummy fluff, reaching her purple sister.
>She instinctively wraps her teeny legs around her sister for a hug, but this makes the purple baby let go of the teat and hug her back, making them both roll off, landing on the blanket.
>They start crying.
>"Nuu! Babehs pwease nu cwy!"
>Daddy picks the babies up, since you can't reach them with the other babies still on your tummy.
>He drops them in your hooves, and you hold the babies close in a hug.
>"Mumma hewe, babehs. Gif huggies, so nu cwy."
>Daddy stands up.
>"Breakfast time. I'll be back in a moment."
>"Yay nummies!"
>Daddy closes the door, leaving you alone with the babies again.

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>You are Bill, owner of Mary.
>You have a friend, Chris, who runs a small breeder business.
>Thankfully not one of those horrendous fluffy mills that you hear about getting raided on the news.
>It's a small operation that Chris does along with his other job.
>He managed to get his hands on an absolute jackpot of a fluffy couple.
>Tabitha and Oliver. A mare and her mate who produce the exact same litter every single time.
>The best part? It's a litter of 6, and they all have the Mane 6's colors.
>With MLP: FiM entering its 10th season and showing no signs of losing its appeal or quality (you're more of a season 8 fan yourself. The Fausticorn finale was nothing short of glorious), fluffies with those kinds of colors are worth a ton.
>His two breeders are one of the exceedingly few fluffies that are insured. And they're worth bank.
>There's just one problem with them, though.
>Whatever genetic quirk exists inside them that give them such identical offspring also severely impacts the mother's capacity to produce milk.
>Feeding 6 babies is a tall order for a regular fluffy. With Tabitha and Oliver, it would mean choosing which babies got to live.
>Tragic losses aside, it would also be a huge waste of money for Chris.
>Unfortunately for Tabitha and Oliver, he only realized this when their first litter left only one baby alive, and critically undernourished.
>That was when he asked you for help.
>Your beloved fluffy, Mary, had the uncommon gift of having 4 teats instead of the normal 2.
>In addition to making her the ideal candidate for helping raise the babies, it also meant that she was even more geared towards motherhood than other fluffies.
>It's been tested time and time again, and mares with 4 teats are happiest when caring for babies.
>And you want Mary to be happy. When her vet said she wasn't able to have babies of her own, you didn't know what to do.
>So when Chris asked you for help, you two formed a plan.
>Fluffies have terrible memories by default, and when they're caring for babies, it gets even worse.
>All of their mental capacity is geared towards caring for and loving their babies.
>Mary had never had babies before, so when her teats began to fill up with milk, she believed you when you said she was going to be a momma.
>She was so excited at the prospect that she never noticed the slight change in her food's taste as you started adding in hormone medicines that would keep her in a constant state of milk production.
>The first night, you snuck into her room with 4 of the babies.
>Chris said that Tabitha and Oliver were told what would be happening, and that they were less sad about being separated from their babies if they got to raise one or two themselves.
>So the Fluffydash and Fluffyshy were left with Chris. He could help them feed the babies, and Tabitha and Oliver could still be loving parents.
>Meanwhile, you left the other babies with Mary, and told her the next day that she had given birth.
>Exploiting her poor memory and eagerness to be a mother, she didn't question it much and got right down to raising 'her' babies.
>She was perfect, being nurturing and careful.
>She was so good, in fact, that they were always weaned and litterbox trained just in time for Tabitha and Oliver to have produced another litter.
>At night, when the foals were sleeping, you'd quietly remove them and replace them with their newborn siblings.
>The foals would be reunited with their biological mother back at the shelter. The parents would be glad to see their babies happy and healthy, even if they didn't recognize them as being the parents.
>Mary would wake up the next day and quickly forget about her last 'litter' with her brain automatically focusing on the new babies.
>Babies that never get names are a lot easier to forget, so you've made sure to never let Mary name them.
>It was like clockwork, and with you getting a nice cut of the money and any expenses covered, along with Mary getting to do what she loved most, it was a wonderful system.
>But the system is beginning to break down.
>Memories of previous litters are beginning to break through, despite your best attempts to keep her focused on the current babies.
>You're not sure how much longer you can keep this up before poor Mary loses her mind completely.
>This isn't the first time or even the fifth that she's had memory fragments pop up before.
>But after a year and a half of this, this is the first time she's named them, or at least remembered that she did.
>And she's been yelling at the babies for developing different personalities than previously more and more.
>You love Mary, and you know that caring for babies is the one thing she loves to do the most.
>But you can't say for sure how long her blissful joy will last this time.
I am SUPER sorry this took over a month to finish. I’ve been equal parts busy and lazy.
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Just having a little fun with a couple of dearly loved properties...
Really looking forward to the movie.

Watchmen ™ DC Comics

The Simpsons ™ Fox

Update: 06.29.13
Sadly, this is probably the most popular and well-received thing I've ever done. I've seen it on various places across the web (even offered as t-shirts in other countries). I only wish that my own style and original creations garnered half the attention...
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Well... why the FRAARF not?
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"WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH !"


"We've been turned into babies !"


"WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH !"


"Now We'll never get our cutie marks!"


"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ! "


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Fanart: The Simpsons Oscars selfie... :-)
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I've been a big fan of futurama for a long time, that and family guy XD and I though Leela would be kind of interesting for me to draw, it might look weird or creepy to some of you , since she's got a single eye so it's kind of tricky. I tried to place it the best that I could XD anyways hope you guys like, I wanted to make her bad ass also through in a bit of bender because he's awesome too XD

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Mi ultimo dibu del año: Una oda a todos los niños rata de Chile y del mundo


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Interesting design challenge, to draw them in my style.

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The Comic Book Guy, from "The Simpsons".
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Have some Cecil/Mel!

I'm really in love with this pairing. Of course, Cecil and Bob are always and forever a dysfunctional but inseperable couple, but I do love affairs and threeways and more ways and polyamory. I can never stick to just one partner, even in real life!

:iconjossujb: came up with the Cecil/Mel idea, I'm trying to develoop it for my own headcanon lol. Mel is a very sweet guy, and you know what I like to do to sweet guys >:}

Cecil and Mel belong to Matt Groening
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This is a gift for :iconjossujb: I told her I'd do this like a million years ago, so sorry for procrastinating! lol but finally, it's done, and I got to practice the blending again, so I hope it looks nice!

This is a loose interpretation of the part in Day of the Jackanapes when Bob apologized for trying to kill Krusty. He felt bad because Krusty had said such nice things about him on stage during his "final" episode. And so Krusty forgives him and ruffles his hair, saying that every time Bob tries to kill him, it drives up the ratings.

this probably isn't waht they were wearing in that scene, but whatever, I dressed them as I chose xD I love Bob in a turtleneck, I don't know why. He looks so cuddly lol

ok this is two pictures I've done with Krusty and Bob. I do'nt just have slash goggles, I have slash eyeballs that work like Cyclops' eyes. I open my eyes and the slash beam bursts out and fries everything in its perverted path.

Krusty and Bob belong to Matt Groening
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Finally the drawing is finished.
Elton is coming this February 28th to Chile and he is going to be 6 hours here. So my drawing is going to be in the hands of the person who recieves Elton. I can only wait to get an autograph of him in my drawing, and maby a photo of him with it.
As soon as I get the news, I'll tell you if I had luck.

(Days Later)

YEP! I had luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
My drawing was autographed by Sir Elton John
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Materials:
-Regular pencils 4H to 8B
-Mechanical Pencils 0.3mm HB - 0.5mm 4B
-Blender, Q-tip and tissue.
-Cretacolor Nero

Size:
27x37.5cm

Time:
15-20 hours aprox.
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John Lennon
All made in Paint.NET
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Remember my puppy Raito? he is now 8 weeks old! so energetic and playful~ He is living with his mommy @ my grandma's house (in front of my house) because he might accidentally hurt the baby kittens while playing :< but I go to play with him every day <33~


* Raito's backgroun info:[link]
* Newborn Pic: [link]
* 1 week old:[link]
* 2 Week old picture: [link]
* 3 Week old picture: [link] [link]
* Raito and his daddy: [link]


* Raitos videos: [link]

Please do not criticize my pictures, I'm not a professional photographer
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You're good to expect this one :)
This gonna be my very first animated art!

BTW, Anyone know good animating tool?
Even though I finish Homer's all body parts by their own, I need a tool to make them act like as if he is really dancing.
It would be great if I use a flash tool however, I don't know about any of it.
Advise me please?
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Sure we do.
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This is my first picture so don't be mean. I know it isn't perfect I just draw an ugly picture with marge and lisa.
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I spent a little while on this. The bed made it all wavy and shit.
This is the only drawing of the house I have ever did. Out of all the years I've spent watching the show, I just never attempted to draw a building. I drew boxes with boxes for windows, that's pretty much it.

The Simpsons (C) Matt Groening (yes, I fixed the o and e problem. I always thought it was the other way around.)
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NOTE: The change between this upload (Finalized) and the previous upload is only the trees, the wall and the building in the background. I felt this needed to be changed as otherwise it looked like the car was in the sky. That's kinda stupid. This makes it look more believable and hopefull more official.

Even after being smothered with ice cream and kitties, no one likes a needle.
A scene taken from the episode "Bart-Mangled Banner" and remastered into what I hope looks like official Simpsons artwork.

This is also my very first image to be submitted as a print, as the previous version was requested. I'm interested to see what happens there.

So yeah your eyes aren't playing tricks, I just drew some western animation. I watched The Simpsons the other morning and just felt the need to do this.
The circle tool really did some justice here, I'm pretty happy with the eyes. The expressions worked out quite well too i think. I stuck to the style though, I used to draw these guys a lot when I was younger. It feels good to go back to it.
The Simpsons are very strange to cell shade, atleast compared to DBZ. It was almost too simple, so I felt i needed to complicate it a little, and in turn sorta screwed it up.

I can probably arrange it to fit wallpapers, so If you want me to, just ask.

Lineart: [link]
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pink kitty for love at the toytokyo.com maneki neko show
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24x18 acrylic on canvas. commission.
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Hi, You're allowed to use this stock image as long as you abide by my stock rules that are posted on my profile page and in my journal.

SEE STOCK RULES: [link]

SIZE
The actual background is 2000 x 2000 & 100% seamless.
You'll have to download it for the full size.

NOTES
My plaids are created 100% by me with Paint Shop Pro.
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Big part of my childhood.
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I don't draw the Simpsons characters really often... but I like them ! 
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Happy New Year, everyone! I hope all of your resolutions come to fruition! Love :happybounce: 
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"You gotta hand it to those dolphins. They just wanted it more."
"I kinda wish I hadn't freed their leader and, y'know, doomed mankind."
"Oh, honey, I wouldn't say 'doomed'. It's gonna be an adjustment, no question..."

Having recently purchased "The Simpsons: The Complete Twelfth Season" on DVD, I couldn't help being inspired by the end of "Treehouse of Horror XI". King Snorky has spoken!
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Ever go back to one of your old drawings and decide you want to revisit the subject matter?

Looking at this drawing from December 2007 [link] , I suddenly had an urge to draw Marge underwater in the kitchen again. Only this time, I implemented a few new techniques. First of all, I tried my hand at a much more realistic underwater pose, one that made it look like she was not only really floating, but also kicking her legs to stay in one spot. Then I tried my new Paintbrush shading method. I also used my new transparent bubble trick.

And then, after all that, I spontaneously decided to try a new method for making a scene look like it's underwater - a full-screen Gaussian Blur effect, coupled with my previous method of a semi-transparent layer of flat blue. It all combines together to make what I consider to be one of my finest-looking underwater drawings yet! What do you think?
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The Simpson sisters returning to the Flower Garden and Lisa decorates Maggie's head with flowers!:aww::heart:
The Flower Garden is from my "Lisa's Flower Garden" mariosimpson1.deviantart.com/a… and "Spring at the Flower Garden" mariosimpson1.deviantart.com/a… drawings back at 2010 & 2011.;) It was actually easier for me to draw the field of flowers on my 3DS.:XD: Oh and Lisa's flower(along with Maggie's flower floating in the background) in this artwork and in the "Spring in the Flower Garden" drawing is supposed to be based on the Bub-ulb flowers in Paper Mario.:giggle: www.mariowiki.com/Bub-ulb

Feels so great to draw these two for five years!:meow: 

Lisa & Maggie are created by Matt Groening/20th Century Fox
Artwork done in Colors 3D on my New Nintendo 3DS XL 


Maybe I should have replace the flowers with sunflowers.....nah, the inspiration for these spring drawings would be too obvious. xDDDDD
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An Original Concept from Episode 111 of Lisa on Ice From the 1994 Season 6.
RIP Sam Simon.
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This is for :icondanintendolinux:. I hope he likes it.
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YAY! It is officially the start of my 5th DA Anniversary(March 4th, 2010- March 4th, 2015)!:w00t:
Here's a little artwork of my four "mascots" from my artworks- Lisa, Maggie, Slavko the Shy Guy(myself as a Shy Guy), and Emily the Shy Gal(my sister as a Shy Guy)!:aww:
This is going to be my new icon and it's also the first Colors 3D artwork I did on my NEW 3DS XL as well.:lol:
Hope you like it!:D

Lisa & Maggie/Simpsons are created Matt Groening/20th Century Fox
Shy Guys are created by Nintendo
Slavko & Emily are created by me(:iconmariosimpson1:)
Artwork done in Colors 3D on my New Nintendo 3DS XL
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Lisa forgiving Maggie for accidentally breaking her Jazz Award trophy.:happycry: Lisa even says it was also her mistake for leaving Maggie's toy(the Pokeball) on her shelf when she was playing it with Maggie yesterday. So in a way, both of them caused the accident.:thanks: Lisa also says she might win another award next year anyways and at least Maggie wasn't hurt during the accident. Maggie is relieved and hugs Lisa.:aww: And then Maggie just thought of an idea and asks Lisa for her art kit from her backpack. After a brief moment, Maggie successfully glued together Lisa's Jazz Award trophy and added a heart with a music note sticker on it. So, the two sisters did another heartwarming hug  in front of the sunset and the situation solved!:aww: Sisters stay close no matter what!:heart:

Also....one more reference here. The river area background is same place where Lisa & Maggie spotted the rainbow in my "Spotting a Rainbow" artwork. mariosimpson1.deviantart.com/a… The place also appeared in "Maggie Playing Lisa's Guitar" as well.;) And I guess the sunset is also an ode to my "Watching the Sunset" drawing mariosimpson1.deviantart.com/a… as well.:lol: Oh me and my references!:lmao:

So yeah. A bit of a simple, short, kiddie idea. But I wanted to do an idea where Maggie accidentally breaks something Lisa has and Lisa forgives her at the end. Also, this was a dozy to finish on my 3DS. It's actually THREE artworks in one whole comic upload(First four panels was one artwork, the next four panels was the second artwork, and the last picture was the last artwork).:phew: Oh and sorry if Maggie looks a little small on the fifth panel(it's kinda tricky to draw her hugging Lisa like that:blush:) So overall, I hope you enjoyed this small kiddie story!:) Thanks for the support everyone since 2010!:party::glomp: Can't believe I'm still drawing these two for nearly five years!:lol:

Part 1: "Lisa"s Jazz Award" mariosimpson1.deviantart.com/a…
Part 2: "The Missing Trophy" mariosimpson1.deviantart.com/a…
Part 3: "Truth Behind the Trophy" mariosimpson1.deviantart.com/a…

Ah Japan. You know how to make some nostalgic background music for me: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzAEB_… :aww:

Lisa & Maggie are created by Matt Groening/20th Century Fox
Artwork done by Colors 3D on my Nintendo 3DS XL
"No Pokeball toys was damaged during this"

*random narration*
E Gal: "Hmmmmmmm, not bad dude. Not bad. I guess meeting Matt Groening gave you a lot energy for this.:nod: You sure also like ending your ideas with sunsets and have a habit of putting references as a tribute to your own artworks!":giggle:
S Guy: "Hehe, yeah.:meow: Hmmmmm, I feel like it needs more....maybe I'll erase this panel and redraw this and add more panels and....."
E Gal: "Whoa whoa whoa, dude! It's fine! Look at yourself! You've been working on this for hours!:omg: You need a rest and it doesn't have to be perfect..."
S Guy: "Yes, it has to be! It needs to be 100% to its completion! Think about the harsh critics out there!":saddummy:
E Gal:  "Eh, ignore them! No one's artworks are 100% perfect....." ;)
S Guy: "Maybe 99.9%! But......eh you're right. I pretty much satisfied with this anyways and I need some sleep.......*sleeps on desk* Zuzuzuzuzu...:sleep:
E Gal: Ah typical dude.:lol:
(Special "behind the scenes from a different universe" comic- mariosimpson1.deviantart.com/a… )
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