This is a truly wonderful picture. Your lines and colors are great, and you really captured the expression of panic here. The shadows fall perfectly, and the lighting makes sense. You chose a great color palette for capturing that panic. It struck a fear bone in me, but yet still portrays Pinkie's cuteness. I love it. Makes me think of a silent hill character, almost. A very very cute silent hill character. One thing I would change is her mane. It looks a bit... Solid to be hair, but that is literally it. Great work! I hope my critique helped
Oh wow i like how you put the style on pinkie pie face.it look so real to me and will just look at it.it's amazing and will done. but yeah i feel bad when i see pinkie pie lost her mouth with Trixie .But then she got her mouth back yay!.But not enough about the show.Is about how awesome about your art work. right? right. so just saying keep on the good work and do not quit. we believe in you and your art.And if feel sad just like this picture. just till me or your watchers then everything will be fine.
Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of Trixie, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that she could do it better. At least the five of them are safe at last. Trixie will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... Trixie has won, simply ... she has taken her revenge ... I have no snout. And I must scream
This picture is... well, I'd say beautiful, but I feel like I'd sound weird saying that about a picture centered more around horror. I'd say awesome, but I doubt Pinkie thinks it's awesome she lost her mouth. So... there's really no words to describe it. I do really like the picture though.
"I thought I could defeat Trixie on her own party ground, but my personality had suffered too much damage to withstand her. And then she took me captive.
Trixie altered my body one last time, worse than she ever had before. I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be.
Rubbery appendages that were once my hooves; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is beamed from within.