Someone wanted a big, super-stuffed, suspended gut with a pony attached to it, and I wanted to further render the last drawing of Twiggle subway.
So the result is Twilight Sparkle being forced into a Subway Customer Service and Satisfaction compound by the unending demand of her stomach’s hunger for its only desire: that slightly crunchy yet still burnt sandwich bread with soft slabs of salty processed hay between them.
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