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MLP Villains - Queen Chrysalis

Fri, 17 May 2013 00:23:58 PDT

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trails .

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:32:05 PDT

^{commission for *shadowednavi

She asked for a black out scene of Chicago skyline. also in the picture are her characters, Reynold Sinclair and Charlotte Aranda :')
This is my first cityscape drawing, I hope it's not too messy ah ;3; I used reference from this photo [link]

I know I said in the rules that I wont do cityscape, but I will consider if I liked the idea and I will charge extra for it

Thank you so much for commissioning me

texture used: [link]}

flood .

Wed, 08 May 2013 09:15:15 PDT

^{commission for *Vaniraa

this piece is about a girl who always stays under her umbrella. never knowing the wonderful world above her. the umbrella protects her, but also took some part of her freedom~ :')

thank you so much for commissioning me

*drawn in SAI.}

Leon: The Professional

Wed, 15 May 2013 11:19:51 PDT

"I've decided what to do with my life. I wanna be a cleaner." – Léon: The Professional (1994)

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Early release of one of the portraits that will be on display at my upcoming cinema-inspired solo show! I've been working extremely hard on this project for the past several months, and it's great to be able to finally show some pieces.

Léon is one of my absolute favorite movies and it is Natalie Portman's breakout role (and most interesting performance, IMO), so if you haven't seen it yet I highly recommend it! Digital painting [link] from references [link], Adobe Photoshop + Cintiq 21UX tablet, approx 16-18 hours. Please note the actual title of the piece is the movie quote up there, sadly dA titles don't have enough characters (nor do they allow special characters like "é".... grrr!)

The opening reception for the show ("MOMENTS" by Alice X. Zhang) is on Friday, June 7th at Bottleneck Gallery. If you are anywhere in the NYC area at that time, I would be delighted to see you! Admission is completely free, more information and RSVP at the event listing.

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This Body Holding Me

Wed, 01 May 2013 23:38:26 PDT

This Body
Holding me
Reminding me that I am not alone

Parabol/Parabola - Tool

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Oh, it's this song again inspiring me with another work c: <3

It was kind of a sloppy paint I slapped together.

Zimby <3

Imp Trot

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:38:01 PDT

Nestly: He be trollin'.

No idea. Just doodled this guy up when I couldn't sleep. I wish he had a name!

the GaMERCaT - DANCE OFF

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:07:21 PDT

I’m going to Hell for this one. They’re not even hitting the buttons, but this isn’t about points, it’s about SWAGGER.

GaMERCaT is on Tapastic now! --> [link]

Paint Tool SAI & Photoshop CS5.

Read more here - theGaMERCaT.com
Follow him on Tumblr here - thegamercat.tumblr.com
Facebook page here - facebook.com/TheOfficialGaMERCaT

lantern festival .

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 03:26:30 PDT

^{commission for ~Sacchii

In the raft are her characters (Jun Li and Yi Huan)

I'm just glad that my ancient pc didn't blow up while I was working on this I also made it in a blue-ish tone, but my gallery already packed with blue so I publish this one instead

thank you so much for commissioning me}

Sailor Rarity

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 17:47:14 PDT

Loook I'm not dead! Just still extremely busy. But I'm making an effort, really!

Sailor Rarity! Doing an attack! Like… Diamond Dance…or something.

Based off of the Sailor Rarity design I did way back when: [link]

I've gotten numerous requests to do a full body serious version of the MLP Sailor Senshi ever since I drew their chibi versions. So I've decided to do it.

Part of a set that I hope finish by Fanime (fat chance). Oh, so come visit me at Fanime if you're going!

Trying a new style for this. Channeling Sailor Venus for this pose. (Love and Beauty Shock!) Though honestly I think there’s some Sailor Neptune in terms of sass thrown in there too. XD

This is also posted on my tumblr! Which I just started so there's really nothing there... I'll try to post some more insignificant sketches there so follow me if you'd like:

[link]

P.S. Since people have asked me before, YES you can cosplay Sailor Rarity (or any of the other MLP senshi) using my design as long as you give me credit and send me pictures!

Blue Planet

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 10:48:44 PDT

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Happy Earth Day!

Instead of the usual talk about pollution and global warming, I would like to dedicate this drawing to the beauty we still have left on our planet. There is still so much left to protect and so many mysteries of nature left to discover. This ecosystem that sustains our life is so full of wonder.

Don't ever lose touch with your origin. This blue planet is our home. Cherish it.

::Chibi Pann::

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 15:31:48 PDT

*Full Veiw*

It's 's little cute shapeshifter,Pann - I said I would probably end up drawing a Chibi,
and here goes : D

First of all - wanted to say this pic is My first to be drawn in MS paint and (finaly) colored in Adobe Photoshop (again,yay)
my friend Indil helped me with the prob and now Im finaly back drawing pictures via adobe photoshop again *.*
Thank you soo much - I Missed it Soooo much!!!

Ehem anyhow,back to the pic - yes,got my adobe photoshop back - is veeeeeeeeeery happy
and as seen,I tested my shiny coloration style again (more intense this time)
and Im quite happy with the result O.o

Except the arm who hold the lollipop,feel like it got..broken -_-'

Pann here is enjoying a yummy little (strawberry? ) lollipop with a blue bow on it X3
Oh also,I did add little green paw pads,cos it's cute (I knooow birds dosn't have it..b-but it's cute,no? O.o )

I find her adoreable and couldn't resist make a extra adoreable pic of her ;3
First time ever drawn her was here: [link]

Pann belong to

iiiiiiiits Miles

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 23:42:51 PDT

Nestly: Yep! I randomly felt like drawing this old guy again. And then it was pretty fun so I drew a few more and kept adding a couple little changes.
Anyone remember Miles? He's been my character forever. Since he was a baby, actually.
I figure, why let such a fun, developed character go just because of something dumb? Maybe I'll keep drawing him, maybe not.

But he's kinda cute with a crooked ear and a cowlick even worse than his last one, lol. No gel in the world can hold such obnoxious cowlick!

I dunno- I made shit up. Enjoy!

Steampunk Portal: The Gentry Turret

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 09:22:22 PDT

The Aperture Institute of Natural Philosophy presents its NEW PRODUCT of ASTOUNDING significance.

Utilising the latest in house defence mechanisms, the patented 'GENTRY TURRET' dispatches unwanted house guests with the height of efficacy and manners. Its superior workmanship conceals 18 miniature pistols within a splendid mahogany adorned bronze shell, designed to sit magnificently alongside your own excellent furnishings.

Delight your fellow gentlemen and gentlewomen with the GENTRY TURRET's operatic mode, producing REAL MUSIC, as if an orchestra were performing in your sitting room! The GENTRY TURRET is also perfect for child-minding, teaching children the many virtues of sitting perfectly still and making absolutely no noise.

With true Victorian values, the GENTRY TURRET is fitted with a STATE OF THE ART miniature gram-a-phone, dispensing appropriate warnings and pleasantries, including...

“Greetings on this fine day”
“I have found your presence to be disagreeable”
“Your untowards advances have been recognised”
“How fortuitous that you have made your visage apparent”
“Please allow me to present you with these bullets”
“May I inquire as to your health?”

The GENTRY TURRET is available in a variety of colours, including arsenic green and lead white, and comes with with a FREE bonnet and leg cover, to avoid the impropriety of showing its ankles. Mail-order yours today!

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So yes, I'm reviving the steampunk Portal series I started two years ago, this time with the wonderful sentry turrets. I'd forgotten just how much FUN coming up with the writing to go along with them was! More to come.

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Fail Autograph

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 10:03:10 PDT

To those who asked for my autograph, my apologies if I made tons of mistakes. Can't help getting nervous. oTL

Her point of view: [link]

Freedom Fall: Welcome

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 09:08:18 PDT

I got permission to post another piece of concept art, so I'm really glad I can release this as it's my favourite Freedom Fall related painting so far! Clouds and sunsets are a joy to paint, I felt like I was up in the sky while working on it.

We're doing well on Steam Greenlight so far, but it's not something that will happen overnight, so if you'd like to see our game on Steam, please vote: [link]

It also looks like we'll have releases on other platforms, including Desura and iOS, as Steam progresses, so keep an eye out for updates in the meantime.

EDIT: Freedom Fall's Beta is now available on Desura!

For more info on Freedom Fall view these:

animejack

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 00:28:04 PDT

I wanted to draw a pony with big giant flowy anime hair, so I did!

pann commission

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 12:26:14 PDT

pann commission for panda-mist

::MY DigiTeam - 2010-2012::

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 19:00:45 PDT

*Full Veiw*
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This is a old 2010 pic I done,Im pretty sure it's 2010 made,but colored 2011 or 2012..
anyhow - this pic was based on my little team of Digimons in Digimon RPG,or in english Digimon Battle Online.
My team was Renamon - Swifty, Gomamon Ray,Elecmon Zurai and Loopah,my Lopmon was named ^^'
(I also have a Bearmon known as Will)

Swifty,my Renamon is named after my first Renamon from DMW3 (aka 2003)
while Gomamon is named after my one and only medi-sized Gomamon plush,Ray ^^

I also have a second acount with other monsters -> Blaze the Guilmon,Angelica the Gatomon (have some unamed beta,biyo and labramon..) aah anyhow - was so long since I played it anyway...

So this is my Team with Swifty,Ray,Loopah and Zurai in a battle in a (tried) Digimonish cyber world something..hmm
Swifty is like - "Never Give Up!", Ray - "Are You Serious?! -looks at poor exhausted Zurai-" Zurai is all tired and try to hang in there, while Loopah joins in the battle happily XD

This been waiting so long to be submitted,but Im going to admit it - I save my old 2010 oldies fav for the last ^^'
The background is digital - the Digimons are drawn and colored traditional thought

Gotta Love this digis

Renamon,Elecmon,Lopmon,Gomamon all belong to Bandai,Digimon

Ruins

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 08:18:34 PDT

*somewhere

Visiting Grave

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 06:42:46 PDT

We are always nearby the death side.

It's been really while to draw and post this kind of picture, haha.. =v=;

Mysterious Rainforest

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 15:18:28 PDT

Inspired by Florida.

I'd say it's collaboration between me and =Ahkward She did a fast sketch of landscape in person, which I saw and really liked. I liked her idea and choice of unusual colors. Then I decided to adopt it and do a full painting digitally, yep I'm proud of it because I have no skill to finish my digital pieces but this one feels more completed than most of my others... I really want to learn doing complex digital illustration and landscapes which I admire from many skilled artists- which I really struggle to achieve what I want. With digital, I have a very bad color perception and mixing which is an opposite world than what I do traditionally and as well polishing shapes and textures.
I need to stop getting so discouraged and keep trying. Trying and trying.

Thank you for looking Any advices or encouraging comments will be blessing for me to improve up!

Come

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 11:39:03 PDT

This picture is due in a few hours and it's 2 am ghakasjhga i'm happy i finished it in time but I need to write something for another class now >.o

WIP screenshots [link] [link] [link]

It's been a while DA! I've had many sleepless nights. This is one of them LOL i think i'm typing something weird but i'm too tired to think

The other day got a perfect mark for a uni thing. It might be silly to over react but it made me incredibly happy because of how high the standard is and I admire my tutor (or prof. you americans call them) a lot. When you put your all and it pays off it feels really wonderful. I want to continue trying my best in my pictures.

Growing up is busy but overall fun. I'm feeling a bit down from one of my other classes and lack of sleep but days are usually good. I miss free time, I miss videogames, I miss livestreaming, i miss being socially active on sites. I feel like time goes way too fast and there is little time to rest. I remember it was new years like yesterday;;;;

Still, thank you for still viewing my work! ;;-;;

ahh i look at this in the morning and what the hell did i type

fluttershy is free to fly

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 13:58:36 PDT

Nothing special, just a random Fluttershy because I had no idea what to draw last night.

Those clouds came out pretty nice though.

midnight coffee

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 22:21:05 PDT

For some reason I think characters with big giant mugs of hot drinks are just the cutest thing ever. Deal.

Thank you to the person on the livestream who suggested adding Spike in; I ended up completely redoing it anyway but that was a good call!

Fisheye Placebo: Ch 0 - Hello World

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 10:33:31 PDT

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The image is very big! It may take a while to load, and sometimes you need to refresh it. If nothing works, try this link instead [link]

If you're not familiar with the story, please read the Fisheye Placebo: Intro first

Part 1 of Chapter 0 is done The chapter is actually very long so I had to split it into many parts. It has a much lighter atmosphere than the intro. The intro is a scene from after the revolution began, now we're going back in time to see how it all started. Stick along for the ride!

(I will be working on Knite ch5 next)

Oh look, (thanks to ~TheFinalProtagonist )
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For more promotional art and character designs, check out the Fisheye Placebo gallery [link]

The Pokemon Professor

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 04:30:53 PDT

a print for this weekend and future cons
this took a long time wah
professor oak obviously

Mortis

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 09:58:45 PDT

Female Arch named Mortis. She, along with Kurai and Atrium is one of the few Archs remaining in Vladimir (an otherworld country.) I am tampering with a solid storyline for her.

PS CS5

art/character©Tatchit

The Winter Fox O Ka Fee

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 09:00:04 PDT

This small adorable foxy need a very hot place to snuggle up...Who wants ?

If you like this little foxy, please visit my Society 6 account with a lot of another works ! -> [link]

COMMENTS PLEASE !!

Medium : Coffee/Pigments/Inks/Watercolours

FAQ : What is O Ka-Fée ?

O Ka-Fée is the term concerning all my paintings done with coffee. It concerns the way of painting and of obtaining textures with coffee. It's about projections of coffee, which once in stains on the sheet, undergo injections of pigments. (Powder, colorex, watercolor.)

Textures realized by coffee by drying (more or less sweetened) are unique, they are more interesting than those realized with water.
The coffee is a rather complex medium has to master, it's necessary to know its reactions to be able to manipulate it with pigments, we learn it every day.

O Ka-Fée also concern my graphic style and the whole universe which gets free of it. It's for that the term is my own brand.

Please, respect my universe and work.

/ Version FR

FAQ : Qu'est ce que O Ka-Fée ?

O Ka-Fée est le terme concernant mes peintures réalisées avec pour base de café. Il s'agit de la manière de peindre et d'obtenir des textures réalisées par le café. Dans un premier temps ce sont des projections de café dans lesquelles ensuite on injecte des pigments. (Poudres, colorex, aquarelle.)

Les textures réalisées par le café (plus ou moins sucré et selon la marque.) sont uniques, elles sont plus fortes et intéressantes que celles réalisées avec l'eau.

Le café est un médium complexe a maitriser, il est important de connaître ses réactions afin de les manipuler avec les pigments, on en apprend tous les jours de part ce médium.

O Ka-Fée concerne aussi mon univers et style graphique, ce sont souvent des peintures et univers libres, avec du mouvement et de la poésie.

Merci de respecter mon travail et univers.

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More O Ka-Fée art from my Book project :

Punk

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 14:17:15 PDT

Kayla, glow art commission for ~holyhell111 Hope you like it! Had so much fun drawing this character.

Venture

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 07:48:14 PDT

Detailed nature art commission for *Goldehpaws hope you like it!

Made in photoshop on one layer. Took me around 5-7 hours.

Ryu

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 03:38:21 PDT

another style c:

::Pika CandyFall Love::

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 06:22:01 PDT

*Full Veiw*

Pikachu dreaming of yummy candies!
I promised doing this one ages ago!
so finaly I decided to try and do it,I made it little by little when I had time,
wich means late nights - but it did get done ^^'

The final result dosn't look too bad thought
still, liked my doodle better,wich I might be able to upload today perhaps...
EDIT: The doodle plan can be seen here:[link]

Outlined in Paint SAI,colored in Image Ready
Pikachu belong to Nintendo,Poke'mon.

Nymphia

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 21:09:00 PDT

_{sylveon is so great, and helps me feel inspired to work with colors l 0 l}

To the New World

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 21:56:34 PDT

For PFNW event; I drew my friend's female and children characters who are in the same faction as me (Hyrond).
Left to right, my characters Aerlydel & Tierphos, *hitsukuya's Lin, ~Naguri's Chase, *kurot's Ceris and Millu, *kaninnvven's Ezob.
Chara sheets for Aerlydel and Tierphos are here: [link]

Thanks for watching the Livestream of this drawing.

Open season

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 12:08:58 PDT

Look how chipper the little fella is.
The deer could not give less a shit than this.

Bambi's mum could learn a thing or two from it.

Freedom Fall on Greenlight

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 09:44:02 PDT

I couldn't be more excited... Freedom Fall, the game I've been working on for the past year and a half is now up on Greenlight!

Freedom Fall on Greenlight

So now I and the rest of the team really need your help! We'd absolutely love for the game to get onto Steam, but for that to happen, we need you to let Steam know this by giving us a "Yes" vote. If you don't use Steam, you can still support the game by sharing the page or telling your friends... every bit helps!

If you're new to Freedom Fall, you can see our trailer and screenshots there too! I'm the creative director, essentially I'm responsible for all the art and animations you see in the game, as well as level building, game design and creative direction of sounds and music. Thankfully, the rest of the Stirfire team are providing programming, production and marketing!

Thank you all for your support in getting the game to this point. I very much hope we'll see the game on Steam in the future!

Freedom Fall's Beta is also available on Desura! Feedback would be greatly appreciated, as we want the game to be as good as we possibly can for the Steam release!

Um, sir, can I ask what you... are?

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 19:47:33 PDT

The sun beat down brightly on Fresnel's head as he yawned widely, slumped on the front step of Mary's school. He rested his cheek in a paw, eyes half open. Bored. He had not slept very well the night before either, making his usual wait for Mary far more tedious than usual. It had occurred to him to go off and do something else to occupy his time - not to mention the numerous times Mary herself had told him so - but he honestly had nothing else he needed to get done. He did not have a job yet (he could not decide what to do there either) and Mary was really the only friend he had worth spending time with. And so, day after day, Fresnel found himself seated in this same spot, waiting for Mary to finish her classes. He glanced up at the sky blearily. Not much longer.

His eyes drifted over the open street before him, filled to bursting with other pokemon. Although this was always a rather busy avenue, it seemed even busier than usual today. There were so many shops all along the road that few could avoid coming here during their daily errands, and Jules was not the only pokemon to host a class here either. But normally, there were pokemon running back and forth, squeezing between each other as they struggled to do their work quickly and get out, and yet today almost everyone was headed in one direction. And not many were coming back. Fresnel leaned forward slightly, glancing down the street. It led to the town square, a busy commune, but without a holiday to celebrate, he saw no reason for the sudden rush of interest. He sighed, resting his chin in both paws. He was curious, certainly, but if he left now, he might miss Mary. He rubbed his neck, letting out another breath. Tired.

The door swung open, making Fresnel jump to his feet. He quickly stepped aside as a stately, brutish raichu made her way through, her eyes barely resting on him as she walked past. Fresnel wrinkled his nostrils at her back. Jules. Despite how much his mother insisted upon her good nature, she did not even seem to notice him. It was worse than dislike; it was if she did not think he was even worthy of being known. He let out a grunt, turning back to the open door as her students began to spill out the door. Several electric and steel types, all female of course, hurried out, discussing their class and clutching thick books in their hands securely. Unlike their teacher, many of them certainly saw him, smiling, waving, giggling behind their paws as they whispered to their friends. He returned all the friendly gestures with his own, but made no effort to speak with any of them. He finally gave a true smile when Mary rushed out, book bag slung over her shoulder. He waved his arm.

"Hey Mary!"

"Fresnel! Come on, let's go to the square!" She grabbed his paw, pulling him away the building as she rushed down the road. Fresnel was shocked, barely able to register enough to stumble after her. This was new. Normally after class they went straight to the nearest restaurant to pick up lunch. Mary was always starving, having been up early in the morning, her breakfast hours behind her. Fresnel was hungry as well, mostly because he was up so late he had not bothered to eat at all.

"Why are we going to the square?" he asked in bewilderment, trotting along at her side. Mary looked at him in surprise.

"You didn't hear? But you were right there on the road! Everyone is talking about it!"

"I don't pay attention to the crowds..." He made a face, deciding not to elaborate that he had, indeed, been curious. "C'mon, just tell me!"

Mary laughed. "Someone's come to visit, and apparently give a bit of a speech. A priest, or something! I heard he came all the way from Alomomola!"

"A priest? Why is that so exciting?" Fresnel shook his head. "You can see one at any of the churches here!"

"Oh, but..." Mary looked to him earnestly. "This is different! He came from outside the walls! No one can even come in without special permission. I want to see what he's like!" Her eyes looked forward wistfully. "Maybe their religions are different too."

Fresnel was not all that interested in seeing a priest, outsider or no, but he could tell Mary was going whether he followed or not. He decided there was no harm in tagging along. And who knew, maybe it would be very informative. Maybe he could tell Fresnel if everything he had heard was true. His ears prickled as his interest began to pique.

Up ahead, he and Mary could see the huge crowd gathered all around the town square, but unfortunately it already seemed to be dispersing. Fresnel grunted, slowing to a walk as he looked over the pokemon parting to go back to their errands. Mary let out an annoyed breath.

"Dang! We missed it." She grimaced, putting her hands on her hips. "If only I hadn't been in class."

Fresnel chuckled, about to make a joke, but then he caught sight of a strange, yet familiar, pokemon standing in the center of the square, just before an ornate sprinkling fountain. Fresnel tapped Mary's shoulder, pointing to the fellow. It was very clearly not a native of Steel City; nearly all the pokemon who lived on the upper level were electric or steel types. Certainly there were no rock types this high up in the city, as this 'mon appeared to be. Rock types tended to dwell... lower down. Where his mom forbade him from going. Not that he listened, but...

In any case, the collar the stranger wore around his neck, made of orange and black material, was not something he had ever seen anyone wear before.

"Hey, I think that's the priest guy you were talking about," Fresnel said, directing Mary's gaze to the rocky pokemon. "Let's go and see if he'll talk to us!"

Mary's eyes lit back up. "Oh! Yes, let's!" She hurried forward, scurrying between the remaining people who had yet to move on, making a beeline for the stranger. Fresnel could not help but grin as he followed right on her heels.

"Sir! Oh sir!" Mary called out as they neared the man. He turned curiously, eyes lowering to look to the two flaaffy as they skidded to a halt. He smiled to Mary warmly as she caught her breath. Fresnel swallowed hard now that he finally got a good look at him. He was huge, twice their height and width at least, and covered in jagged rocky bits. The giant drill on his nose made Fresnel simply want to turn and run away.

"What can I do for you, child?" he asked kindly. His voice shocked Fresnel, who had expected a grumbly, gravelly voice, yet his words were gentle, soft.

"Oh... Well, I know you just finished your speech, but..." She panted, holding up a paw. The man bowed his head.

"Take your time and gather yourself, child." He knelt down on his haunches, putting his head more on level with the two electric types. "My name is Thomas. I am a disciple of the Order of the Sun. What is your name?"

"I'm Mary!" she said happily, finally having regained her breath. Fresnel did not answer, still staring at the man's huge drill nose. Mary jabbed him the ribs, and he sputtered as he hurried to answer.

"Fresnel, my name is Fresnel," he said quickly. "Um, sir, can I ask what you... are?"

"Fresnel," Mary said, unimpressed, but Thomas only laughed good-naturedly.

"It is perfectly all right," he said easily, waving a massive paw. "My species are called rhydon. I have no doubt that I am the first many of your city have seen of my kind."

Not to me, Fresnel thought, recalling one of his previous excursions deep into the city. At least Thomas wasn't dull, like the other "rhydon" had been.

"So, um..." Mary pressed her paws together, bringing Thomas's attention back to her. "What is the Order of the Sun?"

"Ah, it is a church under our father Prosphora, where we strive to bring an end to darkness." Thomas clasped his hands before himself. "Although there has always been, and always will be, war and conflict, we still do not hesitate to right these wrongs, and make our world a better place."

"Who is Prosphora?" Mary asked in fascination. Fresnel felt rather amused by how interested she seemed to be by the 'rhydon's' words. He thought the man sounded ridiculous, talking about 'light and dark' like they were anything tangible. And bringing an end to war! Thomas had said it himself; there would be no end to war. So why fight against it? Why make a whole religion about it?

"Prosphora... He is our father. Unique." The expression on Thomas's face grew slightly distant, full of awe. "A great bird of shining golden plumage. Once, his feathers held every colour of the rainbow."

"Once?" Mary cocked her head. "They're different now, you mean?"

"Yes. In his current life, his feathers hold a less colourful, but still radiant, appearance."

"His current life?" Mary leaned forward, enraptured. "You mean... he lived before?" Fresnel sighed impatiently, tapping his foot. This was getting to be a bit much. Neither of the pokemon took notice of him, however, Thomas nodding in response to Mary's question.

"Yes indeed. Prosphora has been reborn many times by now. All pokemon are reborn upon death, but in no one is this more clear than my father." He held up his paws, making grand sweeping gestures to accompany his words. "Although all our lives hold a purpose, his hold a greater need than any. The colour of his plumage in his current life, in fact, show that his purpose in this cycle is even more vital." Thomas let out a long slow breath, blinking slowly, before looking down to Mary with a weary smile. "Of course, I am simplifying all of this. If you wish to know more, I would be more than happy to tell you at another time. I am very tired from my journey, you see."

"Oh!" Mary's ears perked up. "Yes, I want to hear everything!" She looked around quickly, thinking. "Um, could I come find you tomorrow? Or is that too soon?"

"Yes, that will be fine." Thomas smiled, patting her head gently. "I will be here in the square all day after I have rested properly. When you arrive, I will be happy to tell you everything of my Order, and of Prosphora."

"Wow... Thank you!" Mary took Thomas's paw in both of hers, shaking it exuberantly. "Thank you, I'll come by right after class! And you'll be here, right?"

"I promise." Thomas gave her another warm nod. "And now, with your pardon, I must take my leave." He bowed to Mary and Fresnel respectfully, retiring to a nearby carriage. Two massively muscled bouffalant hauled the rock type away with a heave and grunt, trotting out of the square and away from the two flaaffy. Mary watched him go the entire time, expression distant. Fresnel waited a few moments, looking from her to the road down which Thomas had vanished. Finally, he prodded her arm.

"Hey." He laughed as she jerked to attention, her eyes skirting to him. "If you're done giving doe eyes to Thomas, we have places to be!"

"I was not giving him doe eyes!" she retorted, following Fresnel as he led her away from the square. "But don't you find it interesting? Pokemon... reborn!" Her eyes grew distant again. "It feels so... I don't know. I want to know more. I want to know more about Prosphora."

"I don't know. I can think of a lot of pokemon I would be happy not to see in this life, let alone another." Fresnel chuckled, shrugging. "Well, as long as you find it interesting. Do you still want to hang out tomorrow?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't even think..." Mary shook her head, then smiled to Fresnel. "Of course I do, silly. I'm not sure how long I'll be with Thomas for, but I'll come to your house after we're done. Okay?"

Fresnel smirked. "Of course. I'll be waiting! Now let's go get lunch, I'm starved." He took her by the hand, and ran away from the square, hurrying down a street that he knew would bring them some excellent curried food.

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So much trouble, if we get caught

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 18:24:41 PDT

"We're gonna get in sooo much trouble..."

"Shhh! Keep your voice down!" The two flaaffy giggled as they smeared more berry juice over the wall, writing and drawing obscene things all over the shop. Fresnel covered his mouth with one paw, trying to stifle his laughter. They only had a few minutes to get this done, but it was impossible when she kept giggling! "Shhhhh..." he whispered, eyes crinkled in a wide grin.

"You're the one laughing!" Mary said, breaking into another chorus of snickers. She finished up her own work, stepping back to admire it. 'JULES IS A BITCH' was written in bright blue and red juice, drying against the stone wall as she watched, hands over her mouth in an attempt to stop her giggles. "So much trouble, if we get caught," Mary added, looking to Fresnel. Her eyes drifted to the drawing he was currently adding the final details to, and her face cracked into another smile. "Wow. Really?"

"Isn't it great?" he said proudly, stepping back from the wall to look over his piece. Mary started to nod, expression amused, then shook her head.

"Why does it only have one testicle?"

"What?"

"Never mind, come on." She tossed down the remainder of the berries, pulling off the gloves she had worn to keep the juice from staining her paws. "We gotta get outta here before anyone comes by and sees us."

"Ha! I guess so." Fresnel tossed his own gloves on the ground, trotting after Mary as she cut through an alleyway to bring them toward the main road. It was an hour past sunset, so few pokemon were up and about in the streets, but more than likely a patrol would come by soon to make sure no one was doing precisely was he and Mary had just done. The flaaffy held back another laugh, imagining the look on the face of the guards who came across their 'art'. Mary peeked out from the alleyway, making sure the coast was clear, before she brushed her wool neatly and strolled casually into the street. Fresnel copied her, chin tilted up and lip stuck out. Mary laughed, jabbing him in the ribs with an elbow.

"Stop it! You're gonna make us so obvious!" she whispered, trying to hide her amusement. Fresnel waved off her concerns with a stubby paw.

"Look, they can't prove anything one way or another, so who cares?" He began marching forward in an exaggerated manner, just to bug her, and smiled to himself as his performance brought forth more snickering from the other flaaffy. This was how he spent most of his days and nights. Well, not necessarily with graffiti, but hanging out with Mary, his best friend, making trouble or playing around all the pokemon too stuck up to let loose and have fun. Fresnel knew the patrol would suspect the two of painting the building, but he was also correct when he said they could not prove it. They hadn't been seen, they had nothing on their wool or skin to point to their usage of berries, so all the patrol had were suspicions that they could just sit on for all he cared. He turned his head curiously as Mary gasped, looking up at the sky in shock.

"Sheesh! I didn't realise how late it was..."

Fresnel grimaced, looking up at the moon's position in the sky. "Oh... Yeah, I think I was supposed to be home a long time ago."

Mary shook her head, laughing lightly. "Sure, make your mom worry, Fres. Anyway, I have class tomorrow, so I need to get home and go to bed."

This elicited another expression of chagrin, but he grinned for Mary, nodding. "Yeah! You better make sure you aren't late for class. You don't want Jules giving you another talking to about tardiness."

Mary slapped his shoulder. "It's because of you I get in trouble, you know," she chided him, but she was smiling. “I do have to go, though. I'll see you tomorrow after class, okay?"

"Yeah!" he responded, watching her turn and race away down the street. Unlike her, he did not have much worry of being home later than expected. He imagined her parents were rather strict with their daughter, making sure she got enough sleep and rest and 'stayed out of trouble' so she could excel in her engineering class. Fresnel grimaced again. Engineering. He would have liked to be in one of those classes, but he was not allowed.

Fresnel sighed as he continued down the empty street, his mind wandering to various topics as he made his way home. His eyes slid over the magnificent buildings that bordered him, spires made of steel and stone, as the name of his home implied. Steel City. A place of incredible talent and advancement, where technological progress drove nearly everyone's lives forward. Whether you were a repairman, a peddler of wares, any sort of shop owner, or, in rare cases, an engineer, their lives circulated around--and even depended on--the inventions of ‘mons before them. That was how it seemed to him, in any case. He had heard of other cities outside his own where they lived in wooden huts, cooked with fire, and needed the sun for a light source. He glanced up at a lamp as he passed, only one of hundreds picketing the streets all throughout his home. What did they do when they needed to work in the dark? Torches just seemed so... dangerous and barbaric. He wondered often if everything he had heard of the outside world was true.

He had once voiced aloud to his mother that it seemed selfish to hog all this wonderful technology to themselves, but she had merely smiled and shushed him, stating that the law was the law, and this was just the way things were. Nothing taken out of the city, no one allowed in without extra special permission. There was no point in arguing the matter, so he did not.

Fresnel's thoughts vanished from his head as he realised he was standing before his house. He could see the lights were still on through the front window, so his mother had certainly stayed up to make sure he came home safely. He smiled sheepishly, trotting to his front door and pushing it open carefully. His mother never yelled, never scolded, but he knew that she herself had to be awake early for work, and so his coming home late meant she was missing out on much needed sleep. He closed the door behind him, trotting forward into the living room. His mother, a pretty ampharos named Anbari, was dozed off on their couch, a pillow held on her belly between her paws. He noticed a plate sitting on the table before her, the food untouched, and a guilty surge jolted through him. Of course, she had made him dinner, and he had let it go cold.

Fresnel was just thinking of trying to sneak the plate up to his room to allow his mom to sleep when Anbari's eyes fluttered open. She made a small yawn, giving a jerk of surprise when she saw the flaaffy standing before her. "Oh! Fresnel!" She smiled, standing up as he trotted closer. She patted his head, looking sorrowfully down at his meal. "I made you dinner, but I'm afraid it looks to be rather cold by now... Would you like me to heat it up for you?"

Fresnel shook his head quickly, seating himself before the table and pulling the plate closer. "No, no, that's fine mom! Your food is good, whether it's cold or not!"

Anbari smiled sweetly, patting his head lovingly. "You're such a good boy. Well, you eat up. I'm afraid I need to make my way to bed." She glanced up at their clock. "I have to be up in a few hours."

Fresnel nodded, eating his dinner with a gumption. He hadn’t exactly realised how hungry he was until the first spoonful hit his tongue, but now he felt ravenous. He wondered when was the last time he had eaten. "No problem, mom. You go to sleep. I'll, uh, be home earlier tomorrow so we can eat together."

Anbari smiled to him again, and nodded with a bow of her long neck. "I'll hold you to that," she teased, pinching his horn. "Good night, darling." She turned to the staircase that led up to their bedrooms, making her way carefully up the steps toward her bed. Fresnel watched her go, then looked back down to his half eaten plate of food. His mother was an engineer, working under the very same raichu who was teaching Mary: Jules. The flaaffy sighed, poking at his dinner half-heartedly. He would have liked to try being an engineer himself. It was fascinating work, not to mention well-paying, rewarding... It was the reason he and his mother lived so far up in the town, in the richest district of Steel City. Certainly she dressed up their home modestly, but he knew she made bundles of money, along with gaining the respect of all her colleagues...

All things he would never have a chance to try for. Jules absolutely refused to train men to be engineers. He did not know why - he had a few nasty thoughts, however - but any time he brought it up to his mother, she would simply pat his head and reassure him. Maybe one day she would change. One day he could be an engineer. Try not to fret, dear. Fresnel sighed, eating another spoonful of food without even tasting it. He did not feel so hungry anymore.

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Then what am I? To you?

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 22:34:50 PDT

Hatch and Charcoal played together more often now, and though they still refused to talk to the younger Pokémon, they pulled no more cruel tricks. Tohne, however, took an interest in watching Palette’s canvas transform from blank to light grey to blank again, and he was delighted when she was finally satisfied with her pencil outline and began painting the scale model.

Every once in awhile, Palette would notice a shadow watching her from the door, flitting away as soon as she looked. She knew very well who that shadow belonged to, and she missed him dearly, but she could not stop until she had finished. Because she felt so attached to and driven by her work, she did not speak with Pal until the fourth night.

That night, she had finally put the finishing touches on her model, and was dozing off while waiting for it to dry, when he quietly broke the silence of the darkened daycare.

“Palette?”

She woke with a start, and her eyes found Pal’s face; clean and composed, like he’d just washed. He was standing over her, but directly in front of her model. He’d been inspecting her work, perhaps?

Presently, he gestured toward it, and smiled weakly.

“Ma chérie, you have been working very hard lately! Your model looks absolutely beautiful. However, I think you deserve a break, do you not?” He extended a paw to help her up, and she took it without a word. Of course, she still had to get up by herself; Pal was never known for his upper body strength.

A few meters away, Tohne listened and thought.

As Pal and Palette crossed the village square, he told her about his last commission.

“Do you remember? Ah, perhaps you were not awake at the time; it was very early in the morning. His name was Twigs, but he brought his step-brother Styx along as well.”

“Twigs?” Palette considered. “Is that the same Twigs who proposed to PK?”

Pal frowned. “Perhaps? I admit I have not been paying attention to much of the village politics lately. Perhaps I should. I certainly hope he did not, though; he was an exceedingly rude customer. I cannot imagine PK putting up with him for much longer than a minute.

“Alors! He said a lot of very vicious things about Messieurs Shroomsworth and Malt, though his step-brother’s babbling made it very difficult to pick out the words. Eventually, he asked me to paint a portrait of him, so I told him my prices. He ignored me! He said I could choose a prize from his home, when I was there. I asked him why in the name of all art I would be visiting his home. Ma chérie, if only I had not asked.

“He told me that he was not planning on returning to the village soon, so I would have to deliver the finished artwork in person!”

“What,” said Palette blankly. “Did you... mishear him? Surely no one could be that inconsiderate.”

“No,” Pal replied, “I did not mishear, though I thought so at first too. I feel the right thing to do just then would have been to refuse, but... that Meowth’s claws were not looking very good for my canvas, and he looked ready to snap if he stayed much longer. And it looked as though he would stay much, much longer if I tried to turn them away.”

“Besides,” Palette reasoned, “you did need the money, and any treasures you obtained could be sold through the Merchants Guild.”

Pal looked very strange for a moment, as if he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

“Yes, yes. Bien sûr! Of course we need money. But I would not dream of selling what I came home with. It is the point of this story, actually. Come in, let me show you!”

The studio was filled with light, because every lantern in the room was ablaze. The four easels stood flat against the back wall, and any detritus of Pal’s profession was similarly cleared away. Palette noticed the huge cardboard box that Pal had been carrying the night she’d left; it was sitting ominously in the very forefront of the room. Expectantly.

Pal hurried over and pried the petals of the box open, peering inside. “Yes!” he said, “it is still as beautiful as before! Come see!”

Palette was more than a little unnerved by his mania, but her doubts melted away when she saw the intricate machine inside the box. Its base was a little metal rectangle, with a circular pad on top and a handle for cranking attached to the side. Next to the pad was mounted a sort of enormous horn, with its mouth agape to the world and its mouthpiece lost in complex machinery that terminated in a little wheel.

“It is known as a phonograph, I believe,” Pal said.

“It... certainly is something,” Palette replied. “But what does it do?

“Well,” said Pal, “not very much, alone. Mais!” He rooted around inside a drawer, and pulled out some sort of disc. “With this, it will make music!”

Palette looked closely at the object in Pal’s hands. It was deep black, nearly as black as wet black paint, and covered in little circular grooves that spiraled outwards from an inner white circle, which itself was punctured through the middle. The inner circle had writing in it, in fancy lettering that Palette could just barely make out:

“UNTITLED, composed by ♬ and performed by the Alomomola Symphony Orchestra.”

“Watch, and see!” Pal placed the disc gently on the floor, and took the phonograph out of its box, setting the machine on the floor next to the wall. He ran the box into the kitchen. Then, he picked UNTITLED back up, and fitted it clumsily into the top of the strange machine. He set the wheel carefully into one of the grooves on the disc, and turned the crank vigorously. The crank made an ugly click-click-click noise as Pal worked.

Then, finally, he let go, and the crank immediately started to turn the other way... but so did the disc, and when the disc moved, the horn of the phonograph crackled and spit and started singing the most gorgeous song Palette had ever heard. She gasped aloud, and Pal smiled broadly.

“Ma chérie, do you know how to dance?” Palette shook her head slowly. “Ah, then, follow my lead. Ce n’est pas difficile!”

Palette couldn’t reach Pal’s hip, as the traditional stance would require, so they grasped claw to paw and paw to claw. Pal showed her, with light motion, how to sway and step to the rhythm, to the ebb and flow of pianissimo and mezzoforte. Her feet stumbled and jerked at first, but eventually she found a sync, and then they were dancing. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, then.

For a measure, or perhaps it was a hundred measures, they said nothing; they were too busy concentrating on their steps, and on each other. But then, for the second time that night, Pal broke the silence.

“Palette... er... about those paintings. The ones which were still on the easels?”

She tripped over her own foot, and crashed to the floor, but caught herself. “Yes, the... the children made those. They had been having nightmares.”

Another long silence. Pal and Palette swayed and stepped.

“Palette,” Pal said finally, “something very big is going to happen, is it not? Something even bigger than those disappearances, even worse than the disaster with that ice dragon.”

“I think,” Palette said, “perhaps, you are right. And those children, caught up in the middle of it...”

“Us as well, caught up in it,” Pal mentioned.

“Us too, yes.”

Pal was silent, again, for a moment, but Palette knew he had much more to say. And he did.

“I am afraid,” he admitted, “of everything I have worked for all these years, just blowing away in some wild wind. I am afraid of losing all of that.” He grasped Palette’s claws tightly. “But, beaucoup plus important, I am afraid of losing you, ma chérie. Please, promise me? Promise me that you will never blow away again.”

Palette promised.

“Now, about... about what you said, that night.”

“No!” Palette interjected, suddenly. “No, I... I know I was wrong, you don’t have to–”

“You were not wrong,” Pal said, with a hint of sadness. Palette listened.

“I have never been very good at expressing myself,” he said. “Not in words, that is. And I am afraid that I hurt you, as a result.

“You said, or you said everything but, that I only gave you a home because I felt sorry for you.” He looked away briefly, in shame. “And that was the truth. At least, it was the truth at first. You were a young girl, and I could not live with myself if I allowed a young girl to be endangered so often only for money, you understand?” Palette nodded. He had said as much before.

“I felt that way for a very long time, but I thought I felt that way for much longer than I did. When I thought... when I thought you had died, though, I knew it had been more than that. I could not eat, I could not sleep, and I could not paint. I would have been prepared to give up, you see? To give up everything. Just to see you again.”

“Pal,” Palette said. There were tears in her eyes.

“I have never told you this,” he continued, “so how could I expect you to know? I was a fool, and I deserved those three days to remember what it was like to be lonely again. But, Palette,” he looked her straight in the eyes. “You are much more to me than a lost child, or a student, or an injured animal in the woods.”

“Then what am I? To you?” Palette whispered.

Pal smiled, and his smile made Palette smile, too, and the two of them swayed and stepped circles and pirouettes until the morning.

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Let It Snow

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 00:44:39 PDT

I'm late to the party, but I finally saw Snowdrop! Aha. It was emotional. Just had to draw her.

You can watch it here [link]

dash

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 17:13:56 PDT

_{sylveon makes me feel happy, maybe it's because i identify closely to them}

GaMERCaT - Sloth Science

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:56:32 PDT

I keep forgetting to post more of these comics here.

Paint Tool SAI & Photoshop CS5.

Read more here - theGaMERCaT.com
Follow him on Tumblr here - thegamercat.tumblr.com
Facebook page here - facebook.com/TheOfficialGaMERCaT

Mushroom Mother

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 14:04:15 PDT

An artbook picture I did about six months ago, but the book never did actually got finished (as of now, at least...? :0 ).

Some Cake and her babies Caticorns from Adventure Time.

Freedom Fall: Happy Easter!

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 07:51:39 PDT

Freedom Fall is now up on Greenlight, in the running to get our game onto Steam! Please support us by giving us a 'Yes' vote and telling your friends!

Hope you're having a great Easter holiday, if you celebrate it! It's been a busy one for me, between family, Swancon, and Freedom Fall work, but I'm really glad that I've gotten to spend it with the people I care about.

The big news to go with this post is that the game is now finished, so we have testers playing it! Lots of good responses and feedback so far, I'm so excited for the release!

Freedom Fall's Beta is also now available on Desura!

yannabel

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 12:13:05 PDT

character from my game wreCk

Autumn Park

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 12:46:29 PDT

I love the autumn season, which is starting here right now so I had to do this c:

More of my OCs as usual, from left to right, Kaz, Aria, Amora, Nicholas and Cerise uwu)...

Here's a link to my post in tumblr where you can see screenshots of its progress:
[link]

^{And in case anyone cares xD; I've created also an account to ask my OCs stuff, I'll hopefully be replying with doodles and such from them~.. here -> [link]

Media: Paint tool SAI}

Tea Time

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 16:09:49 PDT

's Pann

When I first saw Pann, I knew I would need to draw her someday because she's so adorable!

I guess our little shape shifter here was one with the tea :3

The Conversation

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 19:17:37 PDT

04 and 05 having a little chat.

ACEO sugarpoultry

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 17:00:25 PDT

finally got to our ACEO trade! We decided to do one more than a year ago, then we switched to digital ACEOs.

art © Tatchit

character © sugarpoultry/

Shaman's Bird

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 13:52:29 PDT

Small acrylic painting which I did a while ago. Not so much happy with body rendering than planned, because I made a mistake with acrylics that I couldn't fix anything. That brand which I got, even though is so smooth-textured but pain in ass that does not allow me to use pencil on it or even... detailing with paint. I hate that brand. I made bird's body fully opaque layer to mark it's basic shape, then tried to detail... it didn't work well because of surface, though I tried my best. So that's why I am not pleased with his body shape nor feathers.

But whatever, even though I enjoyed working on it a bit because the point of it I want to learn acrylics and understand it's medium the best- and so I learned a lot from doing small paintings. Art is art. Enjoy.
Oh that bird is a self made subspecies of grus.

Lily in the Sky

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 19:01:24 PDT

A quick and loose painting for of his pretty Ring-Billed gull and housecat gryphon, Lily.

Corel Painter, Oil pastel and acrylic brushes.

Loddie

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 18:59:10 PDT

A quick painting commissioned by of her very pretty moth dragoness, Loddie!

Corel Painter, Oil pastel and acrylic brushes.

X Marks the Spot

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 11:13:54 PDT

drawn for the song x marks the spot
[link]

tvface and c

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 11:28:48 PDT

someone on tumblr asked me to draw tvface so i drew this part from wreCk

The Possibilties are Endless...

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 02:49:57 PDT

What an amazing game. My early GOTY. This pic is based on this [link]

Both of their wings are clipped here. Those who've beaten the game can see this as a possibility.

Look

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 18:16:26 PDT

A magpie appeared in his hand to stop her crying.

Two Warm Hearts

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 08:39:44 PDT

A loose painting commission for of two Blue Jays, having a sweet little moment. I see the ones in my yard do this from time to time!

Corel Painter: Oil pastel and acrylic brushes

Handsome Sphynx

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 15:42:48 PDT

WHOA! Sometimes I paint animals and not people. Anyway, this is *purplekecleon's fabulous sphynx cat Twigs. I drew this for her extra special secret birthday project....! HAPPY BIRTHDAY etc etc.

Painted in Adobe Photoshop in a couple hours on a Wacom Cintiq.

Much older cat drawing:

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Chillout

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 05:47:13 PDT

Little psychedelic sketch. I just honestly wanted an excuse to do something with some neon colors haha

Gantleevee

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 04:41:03 PDT

Fancy Gentleman Lexy the Eevee [[link]
... fancy? I'm not sure X)