~Chapter 5~ EXTENDED CUT“The light of glory will go on and make a story”at first light they set out across the rocky desert, headed south to meet up with This jessep character Blue Draft was talking about. The sun blazing brightly on their backs as they marched across the hardpan dirt and sand.an eagle circles overhead, happily calling out to them when they stop for lunch a few hours later. they snack lightly on Hardtack and water. travel light, eat light. that is how Kovik grew up in New Pegasus, located directly BENEATH Las Pegasus, where the Unicorns and Earth ponies live beneath the Pegasi. Homeless after abandoning the orphanage, he ran from back alley to back alley, finding food whenever he could. sleeping in whatever shelter he could find. Many nights he spent hungry, wet, cold, alone, and too tired and sore to even cry himself to sleep at night.hours seemed to drag on and on. the terrain rarely seemed to change. the occasional rock formation, or cactus the only change from the dull, drab, ever-present tan.slowly, the sun set. just when it reached the horizon in an eye-blurring red blob, they smelled the smoke of a campfire. within moments, they had marched into the a small makeshift camp. a small brown unicorn sat on the dirt, facing the fire, prodding the logs with a stick, humming to himself softly. the fire died out with a sputter. suddenly, with a WHOOSH-POP! the logs burst into flames. Kovik nearly dumped the wagon over in surprise. at the sound of his amazement, The unicorn turned around, and noticed the duo.“You must be this quiggley i have heard about” kovik says“yes, i am Quiggley Jessep. and lets just say i… can use my magic to make fire”.“I noticed. quite impressive. have you been told anything about us and out mission?”“yes, a courier blasted through here a day ago with a message from Blue Draft. something about rescuing a friend. and lets just say,” he turns and knods to the cannon, “i am the only one who knows how to operate that gun of yours.”Jessep checks his watch, and looks up, “it’s getting late, how about we have some dinner before we settle down for the night, you must be hungry. you can park your wagon anywhere.”"so where are you from Quiggley? thats an unusual name youve got.""im from New Zebraland, across the western ocean.""ive never ehard of that, must be far away." vera adds"yeah, started out as a penal colony for equestria after the fall of nightmare moon. lot of dissenters wound up there, including my great grandfather."they spent the rest of the night chatting, enjoying each others company, and when night fell, and Luna raised the moon, they gazed in awe at the star-filled sky.a few hours later, the fire had died down to mere embers. Eyelids heavy, they looked to each other and smiled, having exhausted their stories to tell for the night.Vera turns to the two males, “Well guys, i don’t know about you, but i’m gonna turn in for the night.”Quiggley nods in agreement, “Lets just say that its a good idea if we all did.”they climb into the wagon, curl up on the benches inside the cabin, and fall asleep. it doesn’t take long for them to all be dreaming and snoring, But unlike Quiggley and Vera, (who dreamed only those insipid dreams that one forgets soon as one wakes up in the morning) Kovik dreamed only of the past.of memories long forgotten, and a childhood long lost. of a family, long lost to the sands of time.{the sun has set, a mother sits in her living room, glancing into the fireplace as a small colt sits shivering next to her…}———END CHAPTER 5———-

~Chapter 5~ EXTENDED CUT

“The light of glory will go on and make a story”

at first light they set out across the rocky desert, headed south to meet up with This jessep character Blue Draft was talking about. The sun blazing brightly on their backs as they marched across the hardpan dirt and sand.

an eagle circles overhead, happily calling out to them when they stop for lunch a few hours later. they snack lightly on Hardtack and water. travel light, eat light. that is how Kovik grew up in New Pegasus, located directly BENEATH Las Pegasus, where the Unicorns and Earth ponies live beneath the Pegasi. Homeless after abandoning the orphanage, he ran from back alley to back alley, finding food whenever he could. sleeping in whatever shelter he could find. Many nights he spent hungry, wet, cold, alone, and too tired and sore to even cry himself to sleep at night.

hours seemed to drag on and on. the terrain rarely seemed to change. the occasional rock formation, or cactus the only change from the dull, drab, ever-present tan.

slowly, the sun set. just when it reached the horizon in an eye-blurring red blob, they smelled the smoke of a campfire. within moments, they had marched into the a small makeshift camp. a small brown unicorn sat on the dirt, facing the fire, prodding the logs with a stick, humming to himself softly. the fire died out with a sputter. suddenly, with a WHOOSH-POP! the logs burst into flames. Kovik nearly dumped the wagon over in surprise. at the sound of his amazement, The unicorn turned around, and noticed the duo.

“You must be this quiggley i have heard about” kovik says

“yes, i am Quiggley Jessep. and lets just say i… can use my magic to make fire”.

“I noticed. quite impressive. have you been told anything about us and out mission?”

“yes, a courier blasted through here a day ago with a message from Blue Draft. something about rescuing a friend. and lets just say,” he turns and knods to the cannon, “i am the only one who knows how to operate that gun of yours.”

Jessep checks his watch, and looks up, “it’s getting late, how about we have some dinner before we settle down for the night, you must be hungry. you can park your wagon anywhere.”

"so where are you from Quiggley? thats an unusual name youve got."
"im from New Zebraland, across the western ocean."
"ive never ehard of that, must be far away." vera adds
"yeah, started out as a penal colony for equestria after the fall of nightmare moon. lot of dissenters wound up there, including my great grandfather."

they spent the rest of the night chatting, enjoying each others company, and when night fell, and Luna raised the moon, they gazed in awe at the star-filled sky.

a few hours later, the fire had died down to mere embers. Eyelids heavy, they looked to each other and smiled, having exhausted their stories to tell for the night.

Vera turns to the two males, “Well guys, i don’t know about you, but i’m gonna turn in for the night.”

Quiggley nods in agreement, “Lets just say that its a good idea if we all did.”

they climb into the wagon, curl up on the benches inside the cabin, and fall asleep. it doesn’t take long for them to all be dreaming and snoring, But unlike Quiggley and Vera, (who dreamed only those insipid dreams that one forgets soon as one wakes up in the morning) Kovik dreamed only of the past.of memories long forgotten, and a childhood long lost. of a family, long lost to the sands of time.

{the sun has set, a mother sits in her living room, glancing into the fireplace as a small colt sits shivering next to her…}

———END CHAPTER 5———-

tagged → #story #mlp #mlp:fim #oc

~Chapter 4~
“Get a gun and let it guide you”

The time for action had come. Kovik and Vera were a blur as they ran around town, gathering materials, supplies, weapons, anything they could get a hold of. Soon it dawned on them, they had NOTHING in which to store any of it. so after a few seconds of panicked prancing, Kovik remembers with a facehoof, that the wagon is at Blue Draft’s shop being repaired still. so while Vera set about cleaning up what was left of the saloon, Kovik took off down the street to Blue Draft’s shop.

Blue Draft is the Local tinkerer. One of Equestria’s more Adventurous and innovative inventors, he had invented a set of pegasus-inspired wings for non-pegasus ponies to use, which had been met with varying degrees of success. he had been rumored to have invented some sort of “gateway device” which was claimed to “open doorways between realms”.

Kovik arrived just as the giant front door slammed up and open, to see Blue Draft rolling out the newly finished wagon. the newly finished… seriously upgraded wagon. ‘with a… no. he can’t be serious. thats a frigging cannon. a BIG. FRIGGING. CANNON. HOW in the name of Celestia am i supposed to use that thing? It’s barking MASSIVE!’

with a bounce, Blue Draft jumped onto the roof of the wagon, and excitedly greeted Kovik. “hey man! i had just added the finishing touches to this bad boy when the bandits busted up town. luckily, they didnt crash my party, or my store for that matter, so they dont know about my latest creation! how do you like her? i was about half finished with the repairs when they attacked, and i had this old cannon from a M808E Main Battle Tank lying around out back, and i thought you might need something with a little extra oomph! yeah, sure, shes as heavy as a piss-cutting fornicator, but she’ll blast the hairs off a parasprite at damn near 700 meters! I named her “Spitfire’s Roar”, because, well, she sounds like her. i, uh, nevermind. anyway, she’s armored, fixed, loaded, and ready to go!”

overall, the wagon was the same as when it had entered the shop a couple days ago. the same except for extra armored plating, lockers, a huge mother-humping gun, and extra thick windows. yeah, it’s got all the modern necessities.

“there is just one, teensy, tiny problem,” Blue Draft looks down, as if embarrassed.
“and what would that be?”
“i dont have anything to secure you to the cart with. i thought of everything else. i even adapted my Wing system to use airflow beneath the cart to lighten the load, you know, so someone could actually PULL the damn girl around. but i forgot about securing you to it. so, technically, it cant go anywhere, seeing as how i have no way of attaching you.”
suddenly, from behind, a silky feminine voice, “oh, well, If you’ll excuse me for barging in, but i can help you out there!”
Startled by the additional voice from seemingly nowhere, Kovik spins around to see her; the most gorgeous mare he had ever seen. her coat of alabaster white, her long hair, falling in two graceful waves of dark jade. her exquisite green eyes. he can’t help but stare. Blue Draft snickers as she closes his jaw, hanging agape in bewilderment.
“You do know it is rude to stare at a lady, right?”
embarrassed, as his brain had finally caught up, he blushes  a little, “Oh, uh, yes ma’am. im sorry.”
she laughs, like the sighing of small, soft bamboo wind chimes (and with a faint oriental accent), “oh, it’s quite alright. i am Shibari Stitch, and i have just the thing to help you out! after those horrible ruffians attacked our peaceful little town, i knew that Mr. Draft here would be up to something. so i rushed over as fast as i could, with some of my best quality rope. and as it turns out, that is exactly what you need!”
“wow. thank you, Miss Shibari. this is perfect! what do i owe you?”
“just go get our beloved Dancer back from those horrible vagabonds, and we’ll call it even.”
with a serrated grin (which had not been seen in a long while), “you bet, We have a deal Miss Shibari.”

Now finally attached to the behemoth, Kovik starts to head back to the saloon when Blue Draft pops up in front of Kovik again.
“OH! i almost forgot! you need a gunner to fire the gun! and it turns out i just happen to know the only guy within 50 ri of this place that knows how to actually fire it! his name is Quigley Jessep, and i’ve arranged for him to meet you. he is camped at about a days ride due south of here. he’ll join you there, and he will be your gunner. you can trust him. you won’t find another barve as ballsy as him anywhere! he’s a little shy at first, but daaaamn can he fight! anyway, i gotta get back to my shop now! you take care Mr Kovik Sir!” and with a salute, he turns and runs back into the shop, slamming the door down behind him.

back at the saloon, Vera is ready to go with a pile of supplies. they spend a few minutes packing, head inside for dinner, and retire for the night. yes, they wanted to head out right away, but they knew if they wren’t properly rested, they wouldn’t last out in the harsh desert.

And tomorrow marked a start to a long, hot, hard journey.

~End Chapter 4~

original release art panels

featuring Blue draft of http://bluedraft.tumblr.com/

and Miss shibari at http://askshibaristitch.tumblr.com/

both characters used with permission

Chapter 3
~What’s Mined is Ores~

Daybreak. the Sun princess’s golden work streamed through the windows in his room. ‘goddess this bed is soft. im so comfy i don’t even want to MOVE, let alone get up. oh yeah. i could get used to this.’

Kovik finally rolls out of bed, ties his wig on, and greets the sun on the front deck. the warm sun filtering down from the blue sky feels incredible. Biiiiiig stretch. ahhhh. then he steps through the saloon back door, into the main lobby.  vera is there to greet him.

“Mornin kovik! how was your sleep?”
“i haven’t slept that nicely in…. well longer than i can remember.”
“its gonna be a slow day today. i can tell.” she says, “i was hoping to give you a tour of the ol Ruby Gulch Gem Mine, just outside town. whadya say? you up for it?”
“sure,” he grins, “sounds lovely!”

a few minutes later, with Dancer watching the saloon, they head out to the reason the town first got started. similar to how Appleoosa is a rail town, built with the railroad at the epicenter, Ruby Gulch was built originally as housing for the miners of the huge Gem mine. eventually, with so many folk coming to work, the families set up shops in the area that eventually would become the town. soon, business was really booming, and the demand for better housing was rising. not long after, the town of Ruby Gulch was officially formed.

the mine was built into the side of a hill, with the cart tracks riding out of the dark mouth of the entrance, around and up a ramp past the gem inspection station, to waiting gem transport vehicles behind the hill. with Vera leading the way, they stepped into the dark maw of the entrance. like a gaping mouth, it swallowed them. it took a few moments for their eyes to adjust to the low light, but soon, they wouldn’t even need a torch or lantern to light the way. little gems by the dozens lined the walls, enchanted with some arcane magic to supply light. they followed the cart tracks, which looped in and round itself, until they reached a viewing area. essentially a hole in the tunnel wall, with a railing for safety, the two of them were able to look down into the end of the mine. hundreds and hundreds of gems grew from the walls. they were everywhere. and they were so bright! Kovik had never seen anything like it. the tour took all day, and night found Vera and Kovik sitting at the top of the hill, watching the fireflies in the night sky. like living stars, just inches away from you. he was fascinated. he had never seen such beauty. it was if the stars themselves had descended from the inky heavens. as  if Luna herself was visiting him. they sat there all night, watching the sky.

the next morning, they headed back into town. but something was wrong. buildings were broken, there were screams in the distant, and the sound of glass shattering. they rush to the saloon to find out what was happenning, just in time to see Dancer, knocked unconscious, and tied to the front of some form of train. a trackless train, with a monstrous flaming engine. dazed at the sight of this, that was when they noticed the Bandit hoarde escaping from the saloon, one kicking open the gateway in the entrance, another jumping off the balcony, countless others running off into the distance, all laughing and jeering at the two of them, and the trackless train roaring away faster than a dragon can fly.

Kovik looked like he had seen a ghost. he had noticed the driver. recognized him, even. Vera was furious. screaming and yelling at kovik. smacking him to wake him from his stunned gaze. slowly, he returned to the world of the living. “Aces. it’s been a while.”

reassuring Vera, he runs to the local tinkerer. the time for action had come.

~End Chapter 3~

(Kovik standalone drawn by http://spittfireart.tumblr.com/)

pictures taken by me of the Brittania Mine in BC, Canada

last panel quick sketch by me

tagged → #spittfireart #story #mlp #mlp:fim #oc

~Chapter 2~
“Friendship is found on both sides of the fence”

“… and that is when i found Miss Dancer here, staring at me right when i had opened my eyes. damn near made me jump out of my skin!”

the telling had taken all day and night, all the way into the morning, with only a few breaks for snacks, or when customers sauntered in from the street.
“Well i guess i should thank you then. if it wasn’t for you, who knows what would have happened to my little Dancer here!” Vera says as she snuggles into Dancer for the thousandth time since the story began. She just blushes and giggles that little laugh, like the breeze rushing through a field of bluebells. Dancer looks up, with the look of having had a revelation spread across her face.
“wait a moment, if you’re trained to be a guardsman, how come you never got into the service?”
Kovik stares at the floor, averting his gaze. “well, on account of my… history. They wouldn’t let me in.”
Vera perked up at that,inquiring “well, why not? what happened?”
almost a whisper now, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Vera squints at him, looking as if she suspects something, but before she can say anything, Dancer perks up and jumps in with “Well that’s OK! we all have our own secrets. we wont bother you about what happened. I’m just thankful you were there to help me get out from under that cart. it woulda been a really cold night. i mighta caught something and gotten really sick!” she gets up and excuses herself, climbing up the stairs, disappearing down a hall.

“well, i better clean this up, and get back to work.” Vera stands up.
“please, let me help, on account of your kindness and hospitality.” he gathers up the mugs and follows Vera into the kitchen. they start cleaning up, when they hear a loud high pitched squealing from upstairs, followed by rapid fire hoofsteps down the stairs. they step out into the lobby to see Hyper Dancer prancing in place at the bottom of the stairs in a beautiful light purple summer dress.
“OH Ver! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!”
Vera Starcharmer just shakes her head and laughs, “i picked it out special for you on the way back from my lunch break on the night of the storm. I’m glad you like it!”
Dancer, still squeeing over her new dress, “like it? I LOVE IT! it’s so beautiful! and it fits perfectly!”
Vera laughs, gives her a hug, and smiles, “anything for my little Dancer!”
amazed at the love pouring out of these two, Kovik can’t help but smile. for the first time in a long while, he feels… alive. he feels like.. he almost belongs here.

he spends the rest of the day helping them wherever he can. including hauling the broken cart back to behind the saloon, and beginning repairs with the local Tinkerer. Dancer and Vera offer him a place to stay; a room in the little cabin behind the Saloon, next to the room they sleep in. he accepts, feeling at home for the first time in a while. the three of them sit on the front upper porch, and watch Celestia’s sun set, and Luna’s moon rise. he vows to himself, then and there, that he would find a way to make amends, and earn a place in one of the Guard Squads of Canterlot.

********MEANWHILE*******
“Alright Gang!” he sneers, “I heard an old friend is in town. You remember him, our old Boss. the one who betrayed us! Left us to rot all tied up on that train, and headed to that Military base! What say you we go pay him an visit?” they cheer as he slips on his custom battle saddle. with malice, he shouts “LETS GET SOME GOOD OLD FASHIONED PAYBACK!” the hoard roars in agreement.

——End Chapter 2—-

Last Panel is redrawn and appears courtesy of the lovely and wonderful http://ask-little-amber.tumblr.com/

tagged → #My Little Pony #story #mlp #mlp:fim #oc

dejarlos-quemar:

Friend asked me to write a short story of a P.I. in a Noir story in the First person perspective (specifically, MY perspective) so this is what i came up with

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Started out as an A.G. Trio remix that i reworked into a song for my friend Spacetacular’s character Feebs on Tumblr. art by http://spacetacular.tumblr.com

sorry it took so long.

spacevibrations:

feebs is practicing 

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feebs is practicing 

~Chapter 1~

“Come High water, or Hell”

The two of them wandered through the town, watching the community slowly come back to life. windows were unfastened, doors opened, planter boxes placed on window sills, Folk started going outside. Soon, the whole town seemed to be swarming like an anthill with everyone cleaning up after the storm.

the new friends chatted to pass the time, to better get acquainted with each other. the sun shone and glistened from the occasional puddle in the street. however, it soon became clear that one of the party was clearly lost.

“aw shit.” Kovik moaned

“What’s wrong?” She asked

“it didnt occur to me until just now that i have no idea where i am going.i’ve been wandering along all this time.”

she giggles again, “i was beginning to wonder where we were going. lucky for you, i’m a regular around here.” she giggles again, then gives him a silly look, “just follow me Mr adventure.” His stomach gurrgles loudly, sparking another laugh from her as she leans over, “and dont worry, i know just the place to go for a bite to eat. you cant stop panicking, Mr adventure’s stomach”

she laughs and almost snorts at the befuddled look he gives her. rather than question it, he shakes his head and asks,

“So what in Blue Blaze’s Glory were you doing out in that storm miss?”

“i was headed back from the old gem mines, and i thought i could get back home before the worst of it hit. i was wrong. thankfully, you showed up just in the nick of time. if it wasnt for you, id’ve been seriously injured. i was pinned when i lost control of that old cart, and it crashed into me from all the wind.”

“oh,” he shrugs, “well at least you had a good reason.”

she laughs, “well it’s as good as any i suppose. and yourself mr adventure?”

“i’m just… passing through.”

“uh huh. you gonna tell me the rest of it Mr Mysterious Adventure man?”

“maybe. i’ve gotta get something to eat first. and definitely a cup of coffee…”

she beams, “Soon as we arrive, your coffee is on the house! all you want! FOREVER!”

“sounds like you own the place”

“yeah, well, that’s kinda because… i do.”

"Well you sure are right miss, your little town here sure is quaint." he agreed
"Oh just wait till you see my pride and joy," she pauses in the street, turns to face him, and sweeps her leg over with a grandiose “TADA! here we are! you’re gonna love it!” she smiles, a sparkle in her eye as she catches his glance, "as well as the lil gem we have there too!"
he finds himself smiling, even though he knows she is being mischievous as they walk up to the Saloon.

"Well here she is, my Pride and Joy," with great pride in her voice, "The Dust Jacket. nicest Watering hole you’ll find north of new appaloosa.” she ushers him in through the double gates with a smile. upon entering he gazes around, enjoying the warm feeling the room gives him, instantly at home. as his gaze wanders over to the bar, he sees her, and his jaw hits the floor so hard his teeth rattle. “I see you’ve noticed our lil crown jewel.” she smiles and turns, ” Oh Miss Mimie! do please come say hello to my friend here!” Dancer turns and whispers in his ear with a grin “just wait till you see her kick up her legs and dance, always the belle of the ball. and do close your mouth Mr Kovik, it’s mighty rude to stare.”

Mimie practically floats around the counter with delight. he is so stunned by her grace and beauty that all he can manage to think is ” dont panic. dont panic dont panic. FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD DONT PANIC.” Hell on Hooves with legs to match.

"Why hello there stranger. i dont reckon we’ve met." ‘OH CRAP. PANICKING.’ his mind completely scrambled

"Why Hello Miss Mimie," he manages to choke out, "You are more beautiful then a Summer Sun Sunset."

"Oh," she practically purrs, "Handsome, AND Charming. Why Miss Dancer, Wherever did you find this fine Gentleman?" as all of the blood in his body rushes to his face, making her giggle.

He looks up, she is showing off. with a smile, she leads him inside. “Good Morning, and welcome to the Dust Jacket Saloon!” moments later a voice bellows at them from the back.

“HYPER DANCER WHERE IN THE HAY HAVE YOU BEEN ALL NIGHT? I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU!”

Dancer. winces. “Now calm down Vera. This here is my new friend Kovik. he rescued me last night from the storm. i’ll give you the details later, but first, i owe him a cup of coffee.” she motions to the light blue Mare in the back, “That’s Vera. my marefriend. She and I run this saloon. she runs the kitchen, and i play piano and sometimes even sing. now if you’ll excuse me, im gonna go make you that coffee.”

Kovik walks up to the counter and introduces himself to the light blue mare. “Good morning miss. My name is Ivan Kovik Du Na’Has, and i am…”

“an assassin?” she interrupts, getting quite a startled look from him

“oh goddess no, i was going to say i am delighted to meet you.”

she laughs, a hearty laugh that comes barreling out of her chest.

“Hahaha i was just foolin with ya. Name’s Vera Starcharmer. Vera for short. Dancer and i have been running this place for coming on 5 years now. and Lil Miss Mimie here just kinda waltzed in one day and never did leave. im glad she’s here though. so, Mr Ivan, what brings you to our little town of Ruby Gulch?”

he immediately takes a liking to her and her boisterous ways.

“It’s just Kovik Miss Vera. and i was just passing through when…”

he begins to tell her the tale of how he met Hyper Dancer the night before. halfway through it Mimie and Dancer appears with a tray of drinks, and the group of them spend the rest of the morning and afternoon just chatting away, enjoying each others company.


~End Chapter 1~

NOTICE: final Panel not included (mimie in the bar). to be added in a later chapter.

last panel dawn by camellia-art (thank you so much!)

featuring an appearance by http://askmimieponi.tumblr.com/

dejarlos-quemar:

well im back from the hospital.

the er doc said that i had an “acute migraine”

sure didnt feel cute

my bosses are giving me the day off tomorrow, so that means i can finally update my art blog.

thank you everyone for your words of support.

dejarlos-quemar:


I hear you’re not feeling well, so I did a little doodle for you! I hope you feel better soon~!

oh my god youre the best i love you so much

dejarlos-quemar:

I hear you’re not feeling well, so I did a little doodle for you! I hope you feel better soon~!

oh my god youre the best i love you so much

QUOTE OF THE WEEK

dejarlos-quemar:

occurred today, Aug 07 at 10:45 AM

(while discussing the need to remove old paint from the heritage windows frame so the “door” parts could close)

"…I have to double check my files, but i think im gonna need a new stripper…"

TRANSLATED FROM SHOP SPEAK TO ENGLISH;

"… I have to double check that my ("a metalworking and woodworking tool used to cut fine amounts of material from a workpiece"), but i think im gonna need a new (Aggressive chemical used as a paint remover)…"

oc-art-challenge:

Two jacks for Kovik!  He seems to also be a DJ, which works perfectly for a party!  WOO!  Thanks to the artists, and on the list he goes!

Thanks to our artists:

askarrowthepony

subjectnumber2394

holy shit! thank you so much!

dejarlos-quemar:

a friend asked for “a story about a knight and a dragon going out for coffee” so here is an experament in writing

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dejarlos-quemar:

camellia-art:

For dejarlos-quemar ^w^

OH MY GOD SHE IS SO CUTE I CANT HANDLE IT (explodes joyously)

dejarlos-quemar:

camellia-art:

For dejarlos-quemar ^w^

OH MY GOD SHE IS SO CUTE I CANT HANDLE IT (explodes joyously)

ask-noble:

Psychological Warfare at it’s finest.

best oc ever