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I worked on this one piece for most of Thanksgiving vacation, and every night of the school week after that. My GOD it feels good to finally have it finished.I have always thought that this was Fluttershy's finest moment. I loved the thought of her flying through the heart of a wing-powered tornado, so focused on the task at hand that she barely even noticed when the wind finally stopped. But more than that, I loved the emotional and moral implications of the scene.When i was a kid, I could never manage to do even a basic push-up. I always gave up after a few trys, and I didn't think I would ever be able to do it. The first time I actually managed to do one, I was surprised by the way it felt. The feeling of being able to lift my own weight, especially when I thought I couldn't, was incredible. (Sure I was on my knees, but still…) It seems kind of silly now, but it's one of the best memories I have.But I was a KID. A kid who had trouble doing a PUSH-UP. Lots of kids have trouble doing push-ups. Fluttershy is, as close as I can tell, my age or older. She has been mocked and bullied all of her life for her week wings, and had lost all hope of ever being able to surpass her limits. She has years of emotional stress, dare I even say damage, wrapped up in this incident.The way this must have made her feel, I can only begin to imagine.