#qatsby art

[worgenbreath]

My girl Ophelia was done so dirty in this evil art style challenge 💀

#mlp next gen #mlp next generation #mlpfim #draconequus #mlp #opheliaverse #qatsby #evil art style challenge

[scribblyfrog]

honoured to paint the beautiful Qatsby for Becky & James!! my favourite spicy bean 💚

#painting #acrylicpainting #acrylic #acrylicpaint #scribblefrog #art #artist #cat #catartist #cats #deafcat #deafcatsofinstagram #thegreatqatsby #thegreatgatsby #qatsby #qatar #astronaut #lol #cute #funny #rocket #space #nasa #disabledpets #disabledpetsofinstagram #frogscribbles

[millies-theme]

Gift art for Qatsby on da, of her character Nadira uwu

#giftart #fanart #others ocs #qatsby #digital art #lyena

[laughable-lion-king-art]

Art Thief / Base Maker by qatsby

A huge warning about an art thief on Instagram. They’ve apparently made their account private, so I can’t see whether they bootlegged my art or not. 

#Disney #The Lion King #Art Thief #Instagram

[mystical-cactus]

My new icon made for me by someone on Deviant-Art named Qatsby. It’s my “fursona” Myst and I love this little cute as fuck icon!

#myst #myst speaks #new icon #furry #ferret

[worgenbreath]

🌹🥀A Pride Divided🥀🌹

TLK Next Gen

🌹🥀🌹

So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad

That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad

No, I am no longer funny, 'cause I miss the way you laugh

You once called me forever, now you still can't call me back

And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks

And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed...

And it's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim

I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas

And I'll dream each night of some version of you

That I might not have, but I did not lose

Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do

Oh, that'll have to do

My other half was you

I hope this pain's just passin' through

But I doubt it...

Stick Season - Gareth 

#lion king #tlk art #tlk au #lion king art #apd #a pride divided #qatsby #akina #topanga

[worgenbreath]

Opheliaverse

MLP Next Gen

Drawing Draconequui in this style was a bit of a learning curve, but I think I managed haha

Here is the immediate family of Twilight Sparkle and Discord within the Opheliaverse in birthing order:

Ophelia Sparkle age 25 years old

Persephone Eris age 23 years old 

Hodgepodge Harmony and Maelstrom Miasma age 10 yeas old

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I'm not sure if I want to make larger, linking family trees like I'm doing with my TLK au, I probably wont. I feel like the MLP lineage is easier to follow when compared to The Lion King, as familial links aren't as odd and headcanonny? (aside from my personal mayhem like Discord having a kid with Tree Hugger) BUT if a larger connected tree is something you'd be interested in seeing, just let me know and I'll consider doing it if it makes my MLP family trees easier to follow(:

#qatsby #mlp next gen #mlp next generation #my little pony #opheliaverse #mlp #draconequus #twilicord #twicord #twilight sparkle #discord #ophelia sparkle #persephone eris #hodgepodge harmony #maelstrom miasma #family tree #mlp fandom #mlp oc #mlp art #mlpfim

[worgenbreath]

I'm still that cat 👊💛🐈‍⬛️

#dr. seuss #fursona art #cat in the hat #winterblaze #qatsby #sketchbook

[worgenbreath]

❄️🌹Winterblaze🌹❄️

I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up

When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up

Taking goofy videos and walking through the park

You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep

And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03

Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

Don't stay awake for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

Faber Drive - Death Bed (coffee for your head)

#qatsby #furry community #sfw furry #furry fandom #fursona #fursona art #winterblaze #bobcat #vent art

[worgenbreath]

Opheliaverse

Life really blows at the moment so here are my favs.

I have to fix Twi's bang, but I really like how Discord came out

#qatsby #mlp next gen #mlp next generation #my little pony #illustration #opheliaverse #mlp #draconequus #twicord #discolight #twilight sparkle #discord #my art

[worgenbreath]

Opheliaverse 

MLP Next Gen

💕🐉💕

"Why would you want to be like everybody else?"

"How can we fit in if we're not? I'm so tired of the snickering and jokes..."

"Well... why do you want to fit in with them then...? If you don't like it let's just ignore it! ... Okay?"

"..."

"I like you just the way you are."

#qatsby #mlp next gen #mlp next generation #my little pony #illustration #opheliaverse #mlp #draconequus #ophelia sparkle #coffee cake #cutie pie #my art #sketchbook

[worgenbreath]

Opheliaverse

A small September breeze danced through the orchard, cooling the sweat against the struggling pony’s brow. She grit her teeth and groaned as she worked to pull her harvest wagon overladen with apples through the fall grass. Maybe this shortcut off the beaten road hadn’t been one of her best ideas. 

    Buck Wild halted on her path, her wagon creaking eerily with her day’s harvest. The pony looked to the tree line seeing that dusk was settling in and casting long shadows in its wake. “‘Ahm losin’ daylight,” she grumbled. Buck snarled her nose up at the growing shadows; the sound of cicadas filling the forest. She rolled her eyes at the thought of her big brother Casey teasing her as she trotted in with her morning haul right before nightfall. 

    “Better get a move on…” Buck sighed, heaving her cart back into motion. 

    The breeze whipped through the orchard once more, tugging at the small pony’s golden curls, loose strands clinging to her damp brow. Buck snarled again and blew irritably at the stuck hair near her eye, unable to free it. She bucked in frustration, her strong kick connecting with the wooden cart behind her. The sound of the kick bounced off of the looming tree trunks; her cart groaning lightly as its wooden walls splintered. 

    Buck Wild whinnied in annoyance and jumped up in a childish fit of anger, her cart jolted forward  with her momentum. Buck jumped once more, willing her cart to move at more than a snail’s pace behind her. She wanted so badly to just be finished with the day’s labor and be home with her family for dinner.

    The apple cart jolted to a halt. Not moving any further. Buck Wild whipped her head around and glared at her cart. Her eyes danced angrily, darting to and for as she examined her wagon. A strange vine had tangled itself around the spoke of her wheel, holding them firmly in place.

    The weird vine somehow snaked itself in and around the spokes of her wagon wheel. It was thick and braided, almost wooden in appearance. The vine looked as if the root of a tree came to life and reached out to grab her.

    Was the dimming light playing tricks on her? It almost appeared as if the vine were… moving? Pulsating and tugging at her cart. 

    “Oh horseshoes!” Buck cried out, her eyebrows furrowing in shock and anger. She glared at the vine holding her in place. She snorted once and dug her front hoof into the dirt, ripping up a clump of grass. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” the flustered pony shouted, bucking the walls of her wagon with each raging outburst. 

    With a sickening crack, and what felt like a tug, the axle of Buck Wild’s cart exploded under the weight of her haul, her flurry of kicks, and maybe a pull from the vine. Buck’s wagon fell to the ground behind her in a lopsided heap, apples spilling out onto the forest floor. The yolk around Buck’s shoulders pulled on her sharply as the wagon collapsed, yanking her out of tantrum.

    Buck Wild’s chest heaved under the weight of her harness as she panted lightly from her outburst. She dropped to her haunches in defeat and sat in the dry grass surrounded by apples and pieces of her broken wagon wheel.

    The winded pony released a calming sigh as she turned her head to look at the damage done. Beside the crippled apple cart laid her wheel, no longer tangled up with the vine. It simply laid within the grass, broken and useless, as if it had never come into contact with an obstacle at all. 

    Startled, Buck Wild leapt up to her hooves and twisted her body as much as her harness would allow so she could better see the wheel in the dying light. Where is it? Where is the vine? She asked herself, blinking frantically in an attempt to remove from her sight what may be hiding the missing vine.

    The vine was longer there.

    A harsher wind blew through the orchard and sent chilling pins and needles throughout the young pony’s body. Her eyes wide in confusion and disbelief as she stared at the destroyed wagon wheel. She took slow, deep breaths as she stood rigid in the now dusky, silent forest. Buck slowly swiveled her ears, desperate to hear anything but her growing panic. 

    The cicadas were no longer humming. The only sound was that of the tree’s reaching branches scraping together in the wind, rattling like dry bones. Sunlight was dying out by the second as haunting shadows began to cover Buck in their chilling embrace. 

    Keekee! Kekee! Keek... kee!

    Buck Wild quickly turned around to rake her gaze over the fading tree line, adrenaline beginning to race through her veins at the strange cackling sound. She swallowed the icy lump of fear in her throat and strained her quivering ears forward. “C-Casey…?” she whinnied bleakly.

    Her heartbeat swelled in her eardrums as she desperately waited for her brother to return her call. 

    Silence.

    Stinging, fearful tears burned her wide eyes as she strained to listen. Buck felt her jaw clench as the haunting rattle returned her call.

    Keekee! Kekee! Keek!

    It sounded like dry sticks scratching together alongside the cackle of a hyena. She’d never heard anything like this before in her life. The noise was coming from all around her, crying out to each other. Communicating. 

    “Mom!?” Buck Wild cried out, her voice cracking, the cords in her throat taught as she stood shivering in fear. Her harness rattled between the strange cries of the forest. 

    As the sky burned through its final rays of light, a final burst of air gushed through the woods. It rattled the tree branches, amplified the haunting cries, and brought a bitter stench to Buck’s flared nostrils: rotten wood and wet pine needles.

    A burning, sharp pain struck her on her foreleg, leaving the feeling of warm blood to gush down to her feathered hooves. The pony shrieked in pain and fear.

    Alongside her screams was the loud, bone-chilling sound of howls and savage snarls. She was hit by a massive being, flesh and blood, knocking her over and crushing what was left of her wagon and snapping the reins of her harness. Buck’s senses were overwhelmed as horrid snorts and growls filled her ears and damp stink drenched her nose. 

    Her vision became obscured, and her world suddenly went dark.

#mlp next gen #mlp next generation #mlp #mlpfim #qatsby #opheliaverse #my little pony #mlp oc #mlp art #mlp fan art #illustration #buck wild #mlp fim

[worgenbreath]

Girlies you're supposed to change just a LITTLE over time 🥲💛 and for the better

#qatsby #furry community #fursona #winterblaze #furry fandom #furry art #furry

[worgenbreath]

Opheliaverse

🦄💓Best Friends Forever AU💓🦄 

"Wowza wow, Cutie! How's the finger with that boulder riding up top?" Ophelia jeered, grasping her friend's hand and rotating the engagement ring under the light. The Draconequus admired the flashes of glittering light bouncing off of the gem nestled atop Cutie Pie's ring.

Cutie Pie giggled and blushed with slight embarrassment, allowing her best friend to gawk at her newly acquired engagement ring. She'd dated her high-school sweetheart Casey Applebuck for many years now, and he had finally popped the question. The Earth Pony beamed with pure happiness and excitement, just imagining her future wedding with her longtime lover.

Cutie Pie ran her very own wedding cake shop alongside her mother Pinkie Pie. While Cutie took care of the more elaborate and delicate cakes for special moments, her mother produced the more lighthearted and fun delicacies; cupcakes, kids cake, donuts, pastries, etc. The two were becoming famous on the bakery scene. Cutie Pie's life just kept getting better and better.

"He popped the question last night," the pony gushed, "over such a romantic, candlelit picnic in the orchard. Everything was just... perfect," Cutie Pie swooned, slipping her hand away from Ophelia and spinning on her hooves. She was so in love with this country bumpkin of a stallion.

Ophelia rolled her eyes and gagged in good fun, catching Cutie Pie in her arms as she spun and dipped her down low playfully. "Give me more details, Cutie! I'm dying to know!" Ophelia hissed, picking her friend back up to her hooves, her tail wagging. Ophelia adored a perfect love story, even though she acted disgusted with the thought of butterflies in one's tummy.

Cutie Pie's smile was contagious, her beautiful cheeks blushed a fine pink and a sparkle in her baby blue eyes. "Oh Ophie, I don't think I'm ready to share yet," she cooed nervously, "I'd like to keep this memory private and special, just for a bit longer; you understand, right?" Cutie grasped her friend's hands within hers, squeezing them lovingly and gazing into her eyes. "Remember how you and Retro disappeared for a week? You had everyone worried sick!"

Ophelia clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "That was totally not the same. Those moments were just meant for us! You wouldn't even believe what went down between that wild stallion and I!" Cutie Pie giggled and just rolled her eyes.

The Draconequus grinned sheepishly, her long tail still swaying behind her. "... We definitely get to be the wedding singers, right?" Ophie asked.

"Of course you do! Don't be silly! We run a wedding shop together!" Cutie cried out, punching Oph's arm. "Now come on, maybe I'll divulge just a few tiny details of last night to you if you help me finish this cake for Celestia."

💕🐉💕

While Cutie Pie runs the bakery half of her wedding shop/venue alongside her mother, Ophelia Sparkle handles other merchants duties within the shop, like selling wedding dresses, tuxedos, aids in fittings, as well as advertising her wedding singing services to new couples.

The band is composed of herself, her husband Retro Dash, Nessa Mae, and Sir Celestine. Though the band can get a bit rowdy at times, playing more rock style songs later into the night, they're a highly sought after group for weddings. Every pony loves having a Demigod perform for their wedding!

Cutie Pie on the other hand handles her wedding cake business with pride. Her best selling cake made with the freshest apples from Sweet Apple Acres. (She knows a guy! Wink wink!)

💕🐉💕

Yeaaaah. I finally finished this piece like... 3 years later. Sorry about that ;; I'm trying to finish older stuff before I start many more new things. Sorry if the art looks old, it's been done for AGES, I just needed to color and render it ❤️

Let me know if you have any particular scenes you'd like to see within this AU, particularly with Oph and Cutie Pie's untainted friendship, as this is what the AU revolves around 💛

#qatsby #mlp next gen #mlp next generation #my little pony #illustration #opheliaverse #mlp #draconequus #coffee cake #ophelia sparkle #cutie pie #procreate #mlp fandom #mlp oc #mlp art #mlpfim #mlp fan art #scenario #fanfic #fanficfion #my art

[worgenbreath]

🌻Made for You🌻

Flat color commission for @/Pyropell on DA

Thank you so much for commissioning me and for all of your patience ;; Fern is such a gorgeous character and I loved getting to work on them!

#qatsby #the lion king #lion king #tlk art #commission #tlk fan character #the lion king oc #fandom #tlk fandom #tlk fanart #illustration #lion #big cat

[worgenbreath]

🥀A Pride Divided🥀

TLK Next Gen

Hushed whispers and muffled gasps seemed to follow me through the caves. The echoing caverns of my once comforting home now carried harsh words unknown to me like secret messages from ghosts. Scandal. Adultery. Treason. Bastard. The last word was the most fearsome of all as it was always hissed in my direction.

What do these words mean? Words that escape the lips of lions and lionesses that can’t seem to keep them confined. They sealed their lips as if to hold in escaping prey the moment I walked by. Pride members who once greeted me with jovial purrs now sunk back into the shadows as my mother and I crossed their paths. She seemed afraid of these whispered remarks, so shouldn’t I as well?

Once the moon rises it only intensifies. Glaring eyes flashing in the dark like broken crystals bury their gaze into our sleeping forms. Accusatory tones bounce through the den. My mother is definitely afraid of these unknown words, her fur sharp and cutting with the pressure of them as she tries to rest. I am also afraid of these words that are making every lion act so secretive.

Why is everyone in on this forbidden secret but us? Why does mother whisk me away when Kiara or Simba enter the cave? Why can’t dad take us on patrols anymore?

.

.

.

Why is everyone looking at me differently…? 

#qatsby #the lion king #lion king #tlk #a pride divided #apd #tlk fan character #tlk art #tlk au #tlk fanart #the lion king oc #topanga #illustration #disney oc