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1920x1080 version, as usually, here - [link]
(the background is a little bit different, it just looked better this way)
Eyup, this one is late, so terribly late. I had some issues with my laptop though and had to leave drawing for a few days. I just came home, finished this one and now I'm submitting it here.
Does it mean no CMC and Trixie? Yes. At least for now.
Okay, something more about the drawing itself. Big Mac isn't really my favourite male pony from the show, but, well, he's... interesting and different to draw. The profession I gave him (The Soldier) may not fit his character well, but I just had this picture im my head, Big Mac carrying a machine gun and couldn't really think of anything else.
(this gun is supposed to be something between gatling and heavy machine gun. All of you who actually know anytking about guns/military and stuff, I ask for your forgiveness)
Other Steampunk Ponies:
The Inventor - Twilight Sparkle [link]
The Timid - Fluttershy [link]
The Lady - Rarity [link]
The Mechanic - Applejack [link]
The Pilot - Rainbow Dash [link]
The Random - Pinkie Pie [link]
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The Princesses - Celestia and Nightmare Moon [link]
The Dentist - Colgate [link]
The Flyers - Spitfire and Soarin' [link]
The Smuggler - Carrot Top [link]
The Messenger - Derpy Hooves [link]
The Dreamer - Lyra [link]
The Professor - Cheerilee [link]
The Virtuoso - Octavia [link]
The Evil Queen - Chrysalis [link]
The DJ - Vinyl Scratch [link]
The Illusionist - Trixie [link]
(the background is a little bit different, it just looked better this way)
Eyup, this one is late, so terribly late. I had some issues with my laptop though and had to leave drawing for a few days. I just came home, finished this one and now I'm submitting it here.
Does it mean no CMC and Trixie? Yes. At least for now.
Okay, something more about the drawing itself. Big Mac isn't really my favourite male pony from the show, but, well, he's... interesting and different to draw. The profession I gave him (The Soldier) may not fit his character well, but I just had this picture im my head, Big Mac carrying a machine gun and couldn't really think of anything else.
(this gun is supposed to be something between gatling and heavy machine gun. All of you who actually know anytking about guns/military and stuff, I ask for your forgiveness)
Other Steampunk Ponies:
The Inventor - Twilight Sparkle [link]
The Timid - Fluttershy [link]
The Lady - Rarity [link]
The Mechanic - Applejack [link]
The Pilot - Rainbow Dash [link]
The Random - Pinkie Pie [link]
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The Princesses - Celestia and Nightmare Moon [link]
The Dentist - Colgate [link]
The Flyers - Spitfire and Soarin' [link]
The Smuggler - Carrot Top [link]
The Messenger - Derpy Hooves [link]
The Dreamer - Lyra [link]
The Professor - Cheerilee [link]
The Virtuoso - Octavia [link]
The Evil Queen - Chrysalis [link]
The DJ - Vinyl Scratch [link]
The Illusionist - Trixie [link]
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Big Mac was TIRED.
It was always the same. The general callout, the mobilization, the airship or ocean going vessel ride to some Diarchal-forsaken place of mud and skeletonized trees, shell craters and barbed wire, and the whiff of toxic gas in the air from the last major attack. Leaping "over the top, lads...!" as they left the trenches to fight somepony getting a little too frisky in the stall, or Chrysalis' minions trying to move in toward Canterlot, or some other sort of insanity.
He wasn't too hopeful even when the Armistance was signed. The suits always came together in top hat and tails, striped waistcoats over portly bellies, making the big fuss over the papers. "Peace in our time," they cried, and three, four years later, the callup would come again.
And friends wouldn't come home.
He was smart, this time. Hank rode home with him in a seabag he bought at the pier, carefully disassembled and wrapped in oilcloth against the sea air. And when he got home, he carefully, just like they taught him, put Hank back together again.
Granny sent him off, frightened by the roar of the gun as it fired, splintering the used cider barrels. But that was fine. He wanted to see the world.
Not the blasted pieces of it. Lessn' somepony got frisky with him and Hank. Then, he might just have to do his own blastin'...
It was always the same. The general callout, the mobilization, the airship or ocean going vessel ride to some Diarchal-forsaken place of mud and skeletonized trees, shell craters and barbed wire, and the whiff of toxic gas in the air from the last major attack. Leaping "over the top, lads...!" as they left the trenches to fight somepony getting a little too frisky in the stall, or Chrysalis' minions trying to move in toward Canterlot, or some other sort of insanity.
He wasn't too hopeful even when the Armistance was signed. The suits always came together in top hat and tails, striped waistcoats over portly bellies, making the big fuss over the papers. "Peace in our time," they cried, and three, four years later, the callup would come again.
And friends wouldn't come home.
He was smart, this time. Hank rode home with him in a seabag he bought at the pier, carefully disassembled and wrapped in oilcloth against the sea air. And when he got home, he carefully, just like they taught him, put Hank back together again.
Granny sent him off, frightened by the roar of the gun as it fired, splintering the used cider barrels. But that was fine. He wanted to see the world.
Not the blasted pieces of it. Lessn' somepony got frisky with him and Hank. Then, he might just have to do his own blastin'...