I’d like to think he writes country songs about her. 💛🎨
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I’d like to think he writes country songs about her. 💛🎨
Taking some time to draw some old faves while my health is in shambles lmao My long time beloved, My Himbo Yehawse Breaburn my beloved
We went apple picking yesterday for the first time. It was a fun experience. It is near the end of the season now I think as there weren't a lot of big nice looking apples but we still manage to get some medium size ones that look healthy and tasty. Entry is $4 per person but if you pick more than 1 kg, the entry fee is counted towards the apple you pick at $4 per kilo if I'm not mistaken. #applepicking #breaburn #apple #nzeats #nzeat #nzfood #aucklandeats #auckland #aucklandfood #aucklandthingstodo (at Windmill Orchard) https://www.instagram.com/p/CO6bMXAFGpm/?igshid=aor8aqjurdjl
A troubleshoes x braeburn boy mayhaps :0c
A big boy!
Apple jack "Zoom in" Braeburn- welcome to appleloosa. @peppermint-pattie-replies
How Hoofclid got hugged by a Rainbow-Dash-dropped Braeburn at exactly 4PM
Rainbow Dash was a pony of few habits. She liked to keep things exciting and she had vowed at an early age that she'd never settle to the routine and so far she'd kept her word.
Except when it came to her naps in Sweet Apple Acre. These were sort of an exception she wasn't ready, nor willing to break.
Well, this was the case until a couple of ponies barged in asking for her help and not the cool kind of help like "there's a hydra invasion". Nah. There was a "snugglemergency".
"Please Miss Dash!" Braeburn pleaded.
"Come on Dashie!" Pinkie Pie added.
"This is stupid," Dash stated, still trying to get back to sleep. "Hoofclid has been gone for what? Two days? He was just at an egghead conference or something... he'll be back in a few hours."
"But he's gonna miss the 4 PM snuggle!" Braeburn complained.
Rainbow Dash hears perked. "You've got a 4 PM snuggle?" the speedster asked, finally opening her eyes but still not moving from her resting position.
"It's a snugglemergency Dashie!" Pinkie insisted.
Rainbow Dash wondered about it for a couple of seconds. She just wanted to nap and this whole thing could possibly be ground for more interrupted naps... She had to be firm and tell them no. She opened her mouth to do just that but Pinkie didn't let her.
"Oh well... I guess there's nothing we can do about it... I really thought you were up to this prank but I guess not even the Great Rainbow Dash can pull it off..."
Rainbow Dash was fully awake now. A tiny part of her knew that she was being had. The rest of her mind didn't care. A challenge had arisen. She /needed/ to answer it.
"What's the plan?" she asked.
Somewhere in Canterlot, a happy Hoofclid hummed contentedly. The annual gathering of the math ponies of Equestria against the number two had been very educational. Cathartic too. And now he was on his back to Ponyville where he would enjoy sweet, sweet snuggles from a certain Apple Pony. Life was good.
"Quick Hoofie, don't move!" said a cheerful and familiar voice.
"Wha-?" he said trying to understand. "Pinkie?" he called, finally identifying the pink blur running around him.
"No time to explain! My Pinkie sense is tingling!"
Hoofclid knew he shouldn't try to understand but he was an inquisitive mind... and he was puzzled on how one could not move quickly. Or which one of her science-defying sense had been ticked off. Or more plainly, what she was doing here...
"What... is happening?" he asked hesitantly.
"I came here to rectify a terrible wrong!" she explained as she slowly herding him toward a cross on the ground. The unicorn was however too distracted by the whole situation to really notice. Or care.
"Oh... mind telling me what it is?"
"Nopper... but if I were you, I wouldn't move from this spot."
"Why...?"
"Because if you move you won't get hugged silly!"
"Wha-"
And so, at exactly 4 PM that day, Hoofclid got hugged by a Rainbow-Dash-Dropped Braeburn.
A small something I did for @hoofclid a few days ago. I added a short story for good measure. And now Mod will fade back to the oblivion he hides in.
aww look at those two