NomadSpellbrush

A scene from Chapter 13 of Daemon of Decay’s Asylum http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Asylum-You-re-Our-Only-Hope-Twilight-550510203?ga_submit_new=10%253A1438467274

Octavia in her PJs learning how to play the violin http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Small-Beginnings-513095579 .

Vinyl chilling out in her PJs http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Chilling-Out-513540309

Maybe she feels uncomftorable?

A vectored image from S1E3 BTW it looks like Rarity is stabbing Twilight With her horn. http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Uh-Rarity-What-Are-you-Doing-544114075

A young filly twilight becomes shocked at the sight of her brother cross-dressing. http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Shining-What-are-you-doing-523664597

It seems that Applejack teamed up with Rarity to get back at rainbow dash for something. http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Nice-Dress-Rainbow-Dash-525489520

Celestia and Luna flying in the sky in their onesie pajamas. http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Princesses-in-Pajamas-495847331

An alternative ending to lesson zero where Celestia and Luna arrest Twilight. http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Twilight-Sparkle-You-are-Under-Arrest-538444892

Twilight lifted her eyes and recoiled, alarmed to find her friends arrayed around her. Each one wore an expression that drove claws of self-loathing deeper into her spine. They were all different – five unique displays of how worthless and despicable she really was. Rainbow Dash’s face was etched with a furious scowl that matched her outspoken temperament. Applejack glared distrustfully from beneath the brim of her dusty hat, looking like she had caught Twilight trying to steal apples. Having regained her composure, Rarity’s slight frown expressed a mild displeasure that only masked the burning anger in her eyes. Unlike the others, Pinkie Pie looked more disappointed than angry, her normally bubbly personality punctured by a sense of betrayal. Growing more desperate with each terrible rejection, she shifted her gaze to the last mare. Twilight blanched when she met Fluttershy’s gaze. The unicorn’s knees trembled, nearly sending her crashing back to the floor. Pity. There wasn’t a hint of the others’ naked hatred or raw distrust in Fluttershy’s soft blue-green eyes. She was staring at Twilight like she would a bird with a lame wing. She isn’t angry. She thinks you’re a cripple. She looks at you and sees a hurt animal. She feels sorry for you. Twilight shriveled beneath that soft gaze, gasping loudly as she struggled to breathe. She wished Fluttershy would just hate her like the others. It was easier to take. How could she claim that she wasn't ill, that this really was her life, when her friend looked at her with nothing but pity and sadness? “They don’t want you here. Nopony does,” her twin stated, thankfully drawing Twilight’s unsteady gaze away from her friend's judging eyes. “You’re not Twilight. You’re not their friend. This isn’t your life. They don’t need somepony like you around. You just hurt other ponies. You don’t belong here.” “You’re not our friend,” repeated Applejack scornfully. “We don’t need you around,” Rarity added “You’re not wanted here.” “You just hurt other ponies.” “You don’t belong here.” Each friend repeated one of her twin's lines, their words landing like hammer blows against her sanity. Her doubts and insecurities rose to the forefront of her mind as the other ponies continued to chant their lines, the cruel barbs digging deeper into her psyche. Fed by her shame, her thoughts began to echo their words, her mind tearing at itself like a wolf gnawing at a trapped limb. http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Asylum-You-don-t-belong-here-510564379

Her reflection gestured at the sheath. See what they did to us? They all think we’re sick, and our ‘friends’ in this world are either part of the same group keeping us imprisoned, or are patients themselves. You don’t know that for certain! she growled and resumed her pacing, not meeting her twin’s eyes. We don’t know about Rainbow Dash, or Rarity, or- Or Fluttershy? the Twilight in the mirror offered, mocking her with the saccharine sweetness in its tone. Oh, deep down, you know it was Fluttershy she was talking about. Who else could you imagine as the ‘Birdgirl of Broadhoof?’ Don’t try to deny it. Stop deluding yourself that the strangers in this world are just like the friends you knew. Pinkie Pie was crying – crying! – because somehow she thought Applejack was maybe-sorta-possibly calling her a bad pony. Does that sound like the Pinkie Pie we know? She might have her moments of weakness, but she doesn’t break down that easily. Or at least, she doesn’t break down that easily when she isn't a nut-job stuck in an insane asylum. She stared at the mirror with disgust. She is not nuts! How dare you say that about our friend! Her reflection snorted. Please, you saw her back there. She isn't our Pinkie. She isn't our friend. This Pinkie Pie is damaged. Defective. She broke down like a foal because- "Enough!" Twilight shouted as she spun to face the mirror. Her twin recoiled as Twilight slowly advanced on it, the unicorn's visage a seething mask of impossible rage. Her shame and doubt fueled the cataclysmic fire behind her eyes. Rearing up on her hind legs, Twilight planted her forehooves on either side of the mirror and leaned in closer, her reflection staring back dumbly, frozen in shock. "Don't. You. Call. Her. Defective." Each word was spat with venom, her hot breath steaming the glass. “She is not defective! She is not damaged! Eventually her twin closed its mouth as it met Twilight’s searing stare. Slowly it leaned in closer, its fear fading away as a smile spread across its face. Emulating Twilight’s stance it reared up and pressed its face against the mirror with a chuckle. Oh, are you angry because I told the uncomfortable truth about our friend? It hurts, giving voice to what you already know but don’t want to believe. It tilted its head as it regarded Twilight with amusement. Or is it something different? Something more... personal? “Shut up!” she hissed through a clenched jaw. Her reflection’s smile continued to grow wider, the corners of her mouth tearing apart bloodlessly as it grew too large for Twilight’s face. Her reflection’s features ran like wax, the heat of her hate melting her reflection like a candle in an oven. That’s it, isn’t it? it said through a grotesque smile, showing far too many teeth for any normal pony’s mouth. The sadistic glee in its mismatched eyes only grew more pronounced when she didn’t answer. Please, you can’t hide from yourself. We can taste it at the back of your mind. You’re afraid. “I am not afraid of you.” Oh no, of course not, it said as a skeletal smile stretched from ear to ear, splitting its face in half. You’ve defeated Nightmare Moon, the spirit of disharmony, and King Sombra. You’ve faced dragons and monsters and changeling invasions. You’re a bonafide hero! But everypony has fears and weaknesses. Even the element of magic isn’t immune to doubt and insecurity. I know what you are afraid of. You’re afraid that when you look at Pinkie Pie blubbering like a pathetic filly, you’re looking at reality. Her reflection grabbed Twilight by the scruff of her neck and yanked her closer, her head hitting the mirror with a loud smack, followed by the tinkle of shattered glass. Her tormenter was divided into a hundred smaller reflections by the web of fractures, each one leering at her with a dead grin. Twilight’s vision blurred against the sudden burst of pain, but she could still see her many twisted reflections laughing at her. She could hear the voice in her head, its words reaching her through the pain and rage. Deep down... you’re afraid that they’re right about you http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Asylum-You-Are-Afraid-509541293

Rainbow Dash strode up behind Applejack and halted. She must have said something, as Applejack turned around, her eyes flashing with surprise as she recognized the pegasus behind her. Which is when Rainbow Dash flung her soup into Applejack’s face. Applejack’s scream pierced through the background noise, interrupting conversations and drawing the attention of nearly every pony in the room. They all looked over in time to watch Rainbow Dash toss her tray aside and leap upon the blinded doctor with a incoherent shout of rage. The cafeteria erupted into pandemonium. By the time Twilight recovered from the shock, she was surrounded by a crush of other ponies rushing about mindlessly. Some of the patients hurried towards the fight, hoping for a better view, while others tried to flee the violence. Many lost their dinners as they collided in the confusion. Above it all were the shouts of orderlies, nurses, and doctors doing their best to restore order. It was already over by the time she made it through the crowd. Silas and five other orderlies hefted Rainbow Dash into the air, forcing her limbs into the sleeves of a straightjacket with no pretense at gentleness. Like Lyra earlier, she was determined to make it difficult for them, trying her best to buck free while squirming and twisting in their grasp. Her shouts were still incomprehensible beneath the sound of a hundred different simultaneous conversations, but Twilight could make out her pained shrieks whenever the orderlies twisted her legs or wings to squeeze them into the tight garment. Nurse Ratchet stood before Rainbow Dash like an unyielding glacier. Ratchet’s expression was the polar opposite of Dash, her face steady and her body calm, yet her frigid stare was no less intense. The head nurse was absolutely furious, but where Dash’s volcanic temper erupted in a pyrotechnic display of raw emotion, Ratchet’s fury was a snowstorm in a bottle, a firmly controlled blizzard that only grew colder and more deadly the angrier she got. Twilight shivered, a memory of a black storm and daggers of ice percolating at the back of her mind. “Take her to solitary confinement,” Nurse Ratchet said. Her tone was soft but did little to mask the steely resolve in her voice, her words like an armored hoof in a velvet sock. The orderlies obeyed without question. Tossing the bound pegasus up onto Silas’ back the group of them marched out of the cafeteria, the circle of ponies parting before them for fear of being trampled. http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Asylum-Rainbow-Dash-Getting-Punished-509046001

“Let go of me you bastards! I said let go!” a pale green mare screeched as a quartet of burly orderlies frog marched her into the hallway. She squirmed and bucked wildly, spit flying from her lips as she tried to break free. Two of the stallions were doing their best to tighten the straps on her straightjacket, the straps pulling the mare’s forelegs tight across her stomach. She wasn’t making it easy for them – the black eyes and hoof-shaped bruises attesting to her stubborn resistance. “I know you’re in on it, all of you! Why won’t you just accept the truth? Stop believing the lies, you dumb, blind fools! Let! Me! Go!” The group of ponies disappeared around a corner, the echoes of their struggle clearly audible long afterwards. Confusion reigned in their wake. The three mares stared back at each other uneasily. Twilight added another question to her list, once she managed to close her jaw. What was Lyra doing in a straightjacket? http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Asylum-Lyra-gone-crazy-508063049

Fighting the urge to grind her teeth Twilight continued to try and focus on her surroundings. Like stepping out into the noon sun after an all-nighter spent studying, something she had more experience with than she cared to admit,Twilight was stuck waiting for her eyes to adjust to the brightness. Reluctantly the library began to swim into view, rising out of the indistinct waters to form clear shapes and colors. Twilight blinked again, this time in surprise. Despite the pain, her eyes opened even wider. Where am I? Her home had disappeared. The rounded open spaces of the library’s inviting oaken interior had been replaced by a small concrete box. Four walls painted in an institutional two-tone coat of green and white that loomed over her maliciously. It was cold, tiny, and clinical, as if the builder had crossed a hospital examination room with a broom closet. The only break in the room’s bare walls was a smooth metal door in matching livery opposite to where she was, the slender window in its center revealing nothing but more soulless walls outside. Ice water trickled down her spine as her eyes lingered on the thick metal bars bolted over the glass. It wasn’t a closet. It was a prison. http://spellboundcanvas.deviantart.com/art/Asylum-Awakening-507454583

When Twilight Sparkle slipped beneath the covers last night, everything had been fine. She had friends whom she loved, a teacher she adored, and a bright future ahead of her. But when she woke up, her blankets and quilts had been replaced by hospital gowns and padded restraints. Everything is wrong and nothing makes sense; even her friends have changed. The doctors keep telling her that she is sick, that none of it was real and that it was all in her head. Yet she remembers a life far beyond the hospital walls. She couldn't have made it all up on her own. They must be lying… right? A cover of Daemon of Decay's fanfiction Asylum. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend that you do so because it is excellent and well written and is probably one of the best MLP Fanfictions out there. Link:www.fimfiction.net/story/75199… http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/Asylum-Cover-506515237

The Mane 6 in their onesie pajamas having a sleepover. http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/Little-Bundles-of-Joy-2-517193448

The Cutie Mark Crusaders in Onesies, hugging each other. http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/Little-Bundles-of-Joy-493284727

Something I did a couple weeks ago for father's day. http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/We-love-you-Dad-540961862

Twilight and Fluttershy want hugs. http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/Do-you-have-any-hugs-516035696

My first Pony OC and my ponysona http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/Nomad-Spellbrush-My-Ponysona-542779396

Something I did as a celebration for Mother's Day http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/I-Love-You-Mommy-531664174

Pinkie Pie attacking you with a big hug http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/Pinkie-s-Hug-Attack-514295595

Twilight cuddling with Smarty Pants in her Onesie. http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/Sleeping-Sparkle-483314265

Little Rainbow Dash wants a hug. http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/My-Little-Dashie-483495864

Rainbow Dash is sad because no one want's to give her a hug. http://m0rshu64.deviantart.com/art/Sad-Dashie-491777116