A commission I picked up at this year's Bronycon (2016)
The artist was Devart's own TwistedSketch (twisted-sketch.deviantart.com/)
Since I'm trying to get back to MLP and finish some stuff up, no surprise it was a pic from one of my personal favorite scenes in Platinum Crown. I've always liked the possible interplay between Celestia and Blueblood: how does he see her, how does she see him, how are they related, do or can they rely on one another? How close could they be or how distant? TPC afforded me a few opportunities to explore how the post-groundhogdayloops Blueblood interacted with his two Aunts.
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(excerpt from) Chapter 51
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In the dark of the hidden alcove, built partly into a hill near one of the gazebos, Night Shade tore off the summoned blindfold around her face. In the faint light of his horn, he could see, for the first time, just how terrified the dream-mage actually was. Her eyes were wide and brimming with tears, and he could still make out the painful looking swelling of her cheek where he had struck her. All for the illusion. All of the deception. The violence, too.
It was all for this.
Blueblood promised himself to send Night Shade a box of chocolates when all was right with the world again. He’d never actually struck a mare before, but that seemed like adequate recompense, given the situation.
Not wasting any more time, Blueblood removed Celestia’s dark-black blindfold and wedged himself under her to roll her on his back. The stunned and hurting Princess muttered something as he accidentally brushed one of her wounds, but otherwise made hardly a sound. His beloved Auntie was heavy for a mare – he was a little shy to admit – but carrying two drunk (and lively) ladies on his back wasn’t exactly outside his exhaustive area of experience. It was less trouble than those two rodeo twins he had spent that one night with in Dodge Junction… those girls had worn spurs to bed. Yowch.
“Nephew,” he heard Celestia say, as she tried to move one of her legs.
“I have you, Auntie,” he said, softly. She grunted in pain and finally relaxed on his back again, letting one front leg fall to either side of him across the front of his chest.