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![Dory Roo [P-Com #2]](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/47ff87f7-ff8a-4484-b09c-3afdea31ddc0/d6n1gt4-d192634f-db6e-48fa-85ac-8aad3b619d13.png/v1/crop/w_92,h_92,x_0,y_11,scl_0.10313901345291,q_70,strp/dory_roo__p_com__2__by_renaifoxi_d6n1gt4-92s.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTMwNSIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzQ3ZmY4N2Y3LWZmOGEtNDQ4NC1iMDljLTNhZmRlYTMxZGRjMFwvZDZuMWd0NC1kMTkyNjM0Zi1kYjZlLTQ4ZmEtODVhYy04YWFkM2I2MTlkMTMucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTg5MiJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.4oMVGEy7az-ND3xjpgrx4V_OW2b7FhWC9-87appgrSM)
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Hey there, It’s me again and I am drawing normal arts again, yes. Sorry for this pause, I didn’t draw canon characters for almost month, I had some kind of an art block. And now I am quite proud of this pic, it’s my favorite one so far. [I feel strangely sad right now, idk why, really. So I decided to draw. Best way to show feelings for me is drawing. And music, but now it’s 3 AM - not the best time for singing and stuff, yeah.] Hope you’ll like it, guys!
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Meh. Might as well make a story. I DON'T CARE IF I GO OVERBOARD.shut up. I love reading and writing, yet I draw and play the violin 
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It was night in Ponyville, a small town, west of Canterlot. Pinkamena Diane Pie, or Pinkie Pie, as she is normally called, trots up to her bed. She lets out a a small sigh, knowing she'll have the same dream as always. A blank, but black screen, with the feeling of her falling. She never really thought of it as, well, a dream she thought she would have, being so cheerful, baking pastries,throwing parties. Just like she had done when she first got her cutie-mark.
She lifted up her bedsheets, and lays down into her bed, and tries to fall asleep, slowly, so she could possibly avoid that dreadful ' dream '.She knows she is dreaming when her mind has emptied, and she begins to fall. She doesn't see a black scene at all, not this time. Instead, all of the empty blackness, was replaced by colors. Almost as if a child had painted everything, was she sharing someone's dream possibly? At the thought of this, her mane fell flat, saddened that this possibly is not her own dream.- " Hello...? Is anypony...here? "
- She doesn't hear anything, nothing coming from anywhere. She begins to walk around, not used to seeing the colors in her dream, and she didn't want to be alone, either. - " Hello? Can anypony hear me? " - She calls out, every so often, and listens closely. Nothing. She trips over something, and an unknown liquid is splashed onto her.- " Huh? " - She looks at it - " Paint...? " - ' So, somepony must have placed this here... Somepony must have painted my dream. Pinkamena gets back up, but quickly falls back down, falling down into a deep hole. As she falls, she can make out a small,white blob at the bottom. - " Hello?! " - She yells, and the blob moves slightly. Pinkamena rolls over in air, and as she does it, she see's other ponies gathering around the top. They all look like blobs now, with how far she is from the top. Yellow....purple...orange......blue.... my friends? She shakes her head, then closes her eyes, preparing for impact, for she did not know how close to the ground she was. -
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It was night in Ponyville, a small town, west of Canterlot. Pinkamena Diane Pie, or Pinkie Pie, as she is normally called, trots up to her bed. She lets out a a small sigh, knowing she'll have the same dream as always. A blank, but black screen, with the feeling of her falling. She never really thought of it as, well, a dream she thought she would have, being so cheerful, baking pastries,throwing parties. Just like she had done when she first got her cutie-mark.
She lifted up her bedsheets, and lays down into her bed, and tries to fall asleep, slowly, so she could possibly avoid that dreadful ' dream '.She knows she is dreaming when her mind has emptied, and she begins to fall. She doesn't see a black scene at all, not this time. Instead, all of the empty blackness, was replaced by colors. Almost as if a child had painted everything, was she sharing someone's dream possibly? At the thought of this, her mane fell flat, saddened that this possibly is not her own dream.- " Hello...? Is anypony...here? "
- She doesn't hear anything, nothing coming from anywhere. She begins to walk around, not used to seeing the colors in her dream, and she didn't want to be alone, either. - " Hello? Can anypony hear me? " - She calls out, every so often, and listens closely. Nothing. She trips over something, and an unknown liquid is splashed onto her.- " Huh? " - She looks at it - " Paint...? " - ' So, somepony must have placed this here... Somepony must have painted my dream. Pinkamena gets back up, but quickly falls back down, falling down into a deep hole. As she falls, she can make out a small,white blob at the bottom. - " Hello?! " - She yells, and the blob moves slightly. Pinkamena rolls over in air, and as she does it, she see's other ponies gathering around the top. They all look like blobs now, with how far she is from the top. Yellow....purple...orange......blue.... my friends? She shakes her head, then closes her eyes, preparing for impact, for she did not know how close to the ground she was. -