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Pippin could only stand and watch in a bit of shock as he saw the Yak prince dart away from the situation.
Still feeling eyes on him, he nerviously speaks up to the ponies around him.
"Well, I guess I'll be on my way! Better go help mom at the farm."
His anxiety raises as the ponies continued to stare, he starting to shake. Realizing that they won't stop staring until he leaves, he then turns around and trots towards Sweet Apple Acres, humming the My Little Pony theme and occasionally whistling.
He damn well knew that his mom isn't there. No one was. It was just a lie to get out of the situation.
Looking around as he walks, he makes sure no one can see him. He then starts to run as fast as he can when he sees no one's around. He's galloping across the orchard faster than he ever has before, looking around to make sure no one was home.
When he reached the house, he didn't slow down and bashed the door open, closed it behind him and locked it, stumbling into a different room
Before he could even look around for the lightswitch, he could feel the anxiety attack he was trying to thwart coming on and it was too late.
He shook his head as he stumbled around, whinnying and hyperventilating. The world was spinning around him and he could feel himself trip over a chair, nearly landing perfectly sat in it.
Well, it would've worked if he was smaller at least. He tumbled off the side of the chair, falling against the wall and onto the floor.
His eyes widened as he tried to process what just happened.
Covering his head in his hooves, he started to do the breathing excersizes Morning Glory had taught him.
Goodness, she was a sweetheart. After his Scopophobia diagnoisis she did her best to help him.
Soon, he was calm, finally lifting his hooves off of his head and looking at the damage he had made while having the mini-attack. Nothing was broken, thank Celestia, but things were knocked over and strewn about. He even managed to make a painting and some books fall.
He stood up, collecting the things he had knocked down and started putting them back where they belonged, thinking about the encounter he had with the Prince the entire time.
It started out with simple, infrequent thoughts. Feeling a little embarrased about bumping into him, the awkward conversation they had, things like that, but he was still mostly paying attention and making sure things looked alright where he placed them.
But, by the time he got to the last thing, he was lost in deep thought.
He didn't understand why or what it was, but something felt... off about the meeting with the Prince.
Red Velvet did nothing wrong by any means, and Pippin knew that the feeling he was feeling wasn't a negative one, but he couldn't quite pin it down either.
He didn't look weird or act too weird or anything. In fact, he loved the outfit he was wearing.
He definitely dressed with more vibrant colors and pizzazz than the other Yaks did, and the fetching yellow color he chose for the carpet he was wearing definitely contrasted nicely with his eye color and mane.
...
He noticed that he was flush, his heart pounding even though he was well over his anxiety attack. His chest started to feel heavy and his thoughts started to race.
Thinking about the Prince put a big dumb smile on his face, but he didn't understand why.
He touched his chest with one of his hooves, shaking a little bit as the feeling in his chest intensified.
...What is this?
He heard a knock at the door he locked.
He quickly slapped the painting up on the wall, taking some time to make sure it lined up with the horrible dust print that was on the wall because it hang there so long.
He quickly trotted to the door, unlocking it and opening it.
It was none other than Prince Red Velvet himself.
PIP HON OMG
The background I used is here!: https://www.deviantart.com/boneswol.....-Den-310654865
Oh man this is like the first follow up picture I've ever done lol. Let alone so quickly
Previous: https://www.deviantart.com/musical-.....ions-795182584
A lot of Pippin love from me lately, lol. I'll be trying to draw other characters next time.
To be honest I might either slow down or really pick up with art. I've been stressed beyond belief lately and I'm in a constant weird state of wanting to draw everything and wanting to never draw again so I don't now what's going on tbh.
I hope you guys like what I've been doing lately!
If you like my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon and following me on the other websites I'm on! You can find them all here:
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Musicalmedic
DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/musical-medic
Instagram: @ musical_mediic or https://www.instagram.com/musical_mediic/
Furaffinity: https://furaffinity.net/user/musicalmedic/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Musical_mediic
Tumblr: https://Musical-mediic.tumblr.com
Posted using PostyBirb
Still feeling eyes on him, he nerviously speaks up to the ponies around him.
"Well, I guess I'll be on my way! Better go help mom at the farm."
His anxiety raises as the ponies continued to stare, he starting to shake. Realizing that they won't stop staring until he leaves, he then turns around and trots towards Sweet Apple Acres, humming the My Little Pony theme and occasionally whistling.
He damn well knew that his mom isn't there. No one was. It was just a lie to get out of the situation.
Looking around as he walks, he makes sure no one can see him. He then starts to run as fast as he can when he sees no one's around. He's galloping across the orchard faster than he ever has before, looking around to make sure no one was home.
When he reached the house, he didn't slow down and bashed the door open, closed it behind him and locked it, stumbling into a different room
Before he could even look around for the lightswitch, he could feel the anxiety attack he was trying to thwart coming on and it was too late.
He shook his head as he stumbled around, whinnying and hyperventilating. The world was spinning around him and he could feel himself trip over a chair, nearly landing perfectly sat in it.
Well, it would've worked if he was smaller at least. He tumbled off the side of the chair, falling against the wall and onto the floor.
His eyes widened as he tried to process what just happened.
Covering his head in his hooves, he started to do the breathing excersizes Morning Glory had taught him.
Goodness, she was a sweetheart. After his Scopophobia diagnoisis she did her best to help him.
Soon, he was calm, finally lifting his hooves off of his head and looking at the damage he had made while having the mini-attack. Nothing was broken, thank Celestia, but things were knocked over and strewn about. He even managed to make a painting and some books fall.
He stood up, collecting the things he had knocked down and started putting them back where they belonged, thinking about the encounter he had with the Prince the entire time.
It started out with simple, infrequent thoughts. Feeling a little embarrased about bumping into him, the awkward conversation they had, things like that, but he was still mostly paying attention and making sure things looked alright where he placed them.
But, by the time he got to the last thing, he was lost in deep thought.
He didn't understand why or what it was, but something felt... off about the meeting with the Prince.
Red Velvet did nothing wrong by any means, and Pippin knew that the feeling he was feeling wasn't a negative one, but he couldn't quite pin it down either.
He didn't look weird or act too weird or anything. In fact, he loved the outfit he was wearing.
He definitely dressed with more vibrant colors and pizzazz than the other Yaks did, and the fetching yellow color he chose for the carpet he was wearing definitely contrasted nicely with his eye color and mane.
...
He noticed that he was flush, his heart pounding even though he was well over his anxiety attack. His chest started to feel heavy and his thoughts started to race.
Thinking about the Prince put a big dumb smile on his face, but he didn't understand why.
He touched his chest with one of his hooves, shaking a little bit as the feeling in his chest intensified.
...What is this?
He heard a knock at the door he locked.
He quickly slapped the painting up on the wall, taking some time to make sure it lined up with the horrible dust print that was on the wall because it hang there so long.
He quickly trotted to the door, unlocking it and opening it.
It was none other than Prince Red Velvet himself.
PIP HON OMG
The background I used is here!: https://www.deviantart.com/boneswol.....-Den-310654865
Oh man this is like the first follow up picture I've ever done lol. Let alone so quickly
Previous: https://www.deviantart.com/musical-.....ions-795182584
A lot of Pippin love from me lately, lol. I'll be trying to draw other characters next time.
To be honest I might either slow down or really pick up with art. I've been stressed beyond belief lately and I'm in a constant weird state of wanting to draw everything and wanting to never draw again so I don't now what's going on tbh.
I hope you guys like what I've been doing lately!
If you like my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon and following me on the other websites I'm on! You can find them all here:
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Musicalmedic
DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/musical-medic
Instagram: @ musical_mediic or https://www.instagram.com/musical_mediic/
Furaffinity: https://furaffinity.net/user/musicalmedic/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Musical_mediic
Tumblr: https://Musical-mediic.tumblr.com
Posted using PostyBirb
Category Artwork (Digital) / Miscellaneous
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 3762 x 2114px
File Size 1.22 MB
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