#all the king's horses

[allylikethecat]

Would it be unhinged if i just like... posted the Equestrian AU today? Now? I just... I'm tired of waiting for the perfect moment to introduce y'all to Horse!Boy!Fictional!Matty and Horse!Boy!Fictional!George...

#allylikethecat #Ally's creative process #All the King's Horses #Equestrian AU #this thing is my baby and im starting to realize there is no perfect time #and i wanted to wait until i finished the christmas fic #but the christmas fic is kicking my ass #and im like life if short why am i waiting? #and now im over thinking on the internet instead of just going for it sorry lol

[itsmoonpeaches]

Title: All the King's Horses

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial, a short fanfic written for Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Word count: 1,000

Rating: G

Summary: Years after the fall of the Blaiddyd line, Fódlan lives on.

Also available on ao3.

There was a sword and a lance in the forest of forgotten dreams, their blades encased in magical stone. They were trapped there for all eternity it would seem, doomed to see the light of eras fade away like supernovas sparking out of existence in the night sky.

Who placed them there and magicked the stones so that none but someone worthy could wield them, no one knew. The knowledge was lost to time and tale, a distant memory once clear and now long gone.

The weapons had magnificent, strange names which were passed down. Their meanings were now lost to them. The Sword of the Creator was one and the other the Areadbhar lance.

That was the story the villagers told, the ones that lived around the mouth of the forest.

“If you go further, dear child,” an old woman named Renee would say to her grandchild, “you can walk along the light-speckled path. The roots grow in twists and odd knots that straddle the sides of the well-trodden earth as if beckoning to you and clearing the way. You can feel the difference in the air. I have felt it too.”

“But grandmother,” her grandchild would reply. Renee would pat down her blond locks and nod approvingly as she gazed into her azure eyes.

“No buts. Simply listen to me.”

“Is it white magic?”

“Oh, dear child,” cooed Renee, “We can only speculate. My mother used to say that generations ago we once had strong magic in our family, but that time is no more. Perhaps you should speak to the healer down the road. I am sure Betryse will be most helpful to you in finding your answers.”

And so, the little girl decided to go see Betryse. She was a young, curious girl with a bright personality and a benevolent heart. She had been told that one day perhaps that would get her far in life.

She knocked softly upon the door to the healer’s home.

“Miss Betryse?” she spoke through the woodgrain.

The door swung open to reveal a startling woman. Her eyes and hair were a brilliant, ethereal green. Not quite like an emerald and not quite like the green of a tree’s leaves. Jade perhaps, or some other precious stone. There was a glow behind the color that the girl could not name, a mysterious one. But Miss Betryse had always been like that.

She was welcomed in with a slight smile. Miss Betryse was not one to express much emotion, but the whole village knew her to be rather kind.

When the girl explained her thoughts and curiosity, the conversation began as if a question about white magic in an otherworldly forest was natural indeed.

Miss Betryse set a tray on the table between them, biscuits and honeyed cookies balancing upon it. She poured them cups of freshly brewed chamomile tea. The steam still coiled above the porcelain in neat curlicues as they sipped.

“Of course, it’s white magic,” said Miss Betryse. “Black magic does not seal in this manner and dark magic would not dare.”

“But why?” asked the girl. She leaned forward and took a biscuit.

Miss Betryse glanced behind her at a peculiar painting above the fireplace. It looked impossibly old and cracked like it should not have been around still. Like something held the pieces together by an invisible thread.

On it was the visage of a powerful-looking man whose blond hair was tied into a ponytail and a black eyepatch covering one of his eyes. A fur cloak rested on his shoulders, draped around a gambeson of midnight blue. He had striking eyes that reminded the girl of her own and a crown of gold atop his head. Beside him stood a woman whose face was obscured by the curtain that hung from the frame. She could tell she held herself with grace just from the strokes the painter had depicted her with. Her white gown flowed, and her silver wedding band seemed to glint even without the help of a real sun. Her hand rested upon the man’s.

“Once in this land of Fódlan we had a king who united us all after a war,” said Miss Betryse. “He and his queen had a long and prosperous reign that led to peace for hundreds of years.”

“What happened to them?”

Miss Betryse sighed and put down her cup of tea. “All kingdoms eventually fall,” she replied. “The people forgot the king’s legacy and his descendants too did not know the meaning of peace. So, in an act of desperation, the mages of Old Fhirdiad sealed away the king and queen’s legendary weapons in hopes that—when the time comes—the people will remember again.”

The girl sat straight in her seat, her lip trembling. “Will we?”

Miss Betryse smiled. “The fact that you ask this question tells me all that I need to know,” she said. She tapped her chin. “It seems that your grandmother, Renee Blaiddyd, still remembers your family’s past.”

The girl blinked. She was unsure what that meant.

“One day you will see,” continued Miss Betryse. “Our world is a cycle and one day they will be needed again. All the king’s horses will appear on the crest of a hill, and all the king’s men will come.”

Years passed and the girl grew up. She told the story to her children and her children told it to theirs.

The healer watched from her home as her neighbors changed. She did not speak to many of them for a long while, preferring to stick to the sidelines.

Then, in the north where the Sreng Empire inched closer to their borders, war brewed.

She walked through the forest and grasped at the hilt of the Sword of the Creator. Across from her, a man she found familiar held onto Areadbhar’s shaft.

“Beloved,” said the man. “It has been too long.”

The blades slid free from the stone. The eyes of the forest saw all.

#flash fiction friday #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth #fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe16 #byleth eisner #dimitri #fff204 #all the king's horses #itsmoonpeaches fanfic

[renee-writer]

The Dastardly Prince

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial

They rode in, tearing up the ground under their hoofs, the king’s horses. Mounted on them are his best riders.

 

He stands before them as they come to a halt. Raising his voice to be heard over the heavy breathing of both horse and rider, he declares, “The princess has run off, chasing after that dastardly Prince. The man who brings her back, unharmed, shall have her hand.”

 

A mummer runs through the ranks. The princess is the most beautiful girl in all the kingdom.

 

They take off in different directions. A few head east, towards the river. More west, towards the sea. Some head north towards the next kingdom. The rest south following the easier trail.

 

She has done this before. To a men, they all think the same, ‘ why hasn’t the king taken care of Prince before now.’

 

“Because she loves him so.” The king thinks to himself, as he watches them depart.

 

Ah, there she is climbing a tree! The man halts, climbing off his stead.

 

“My lady.” He bows low.

 

“Good sir, he is up there and I can’t get to him.”

 

“Nor should thee, my Lady. Come down and I will help you to retrieve him.”

 

She climbs down, his arms open to catch her, if there was a need. She lands on her feet.

 

He lifts himself up, grabbing the lowest branch and pulls himself up.  Several feet above him Prince rests. His eyes get big as the man approaches and he moves up a branch.

 

“Be thee still!” the man demands. Something in his voice stills the other. A few more branches and he has him in hand. They make it down.

 

“Oh, good sir, thank thee!” She claps her hands.

 

“Your servant, my lady.” He lifts her up unto her own stead. He will keep the dastardly Prince with himself.

 

They arrive back at the castle where he is greeted as a conquering hero. The king stares at his offspring until she drops her head.

 

“Papa, I had to go after him.”

 

“Ne’ again. He shall be locked away until he learns to behave.”

 

“Oh but papa…”

 

Her pleas fall on death ears. The dastardly Prince is taken and carried, howling, to be locked away. His mistress follows behind, her eyes full of tears.

 

She needs to teach her kitten manners.

#my writing #fff204 #flashficfridayofficial #all the king's horses #the dastardly prince

[monkeesmvs]

All the King's Horses From Season 1, Episode 8 - "Don't Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth"

#the monkees #all the king's horses #don't look a gift horse in the mouth #1966 #s1 #romp

[shadowdemon-esq]

"Plorbo's the name, and Plorbin's the game!"

I can't be the only one whose pussy exploded when they saw The Plorbo in the latest episode of Dick Hospital....

#The Plorbo #omg he's gorgeous #you're laughing. The Plorbo made my pussy explode and you're laughing. #all the king's horses #and all the king's men #couldn't put my pussy back together again..

[justmoreocs-writing]

I’m not actually sure of what the last 10 were, or if I’ve even posted 10, so I’m just going to do the last 10 fanfictions that I have in my writing folder.

From my Stranger Things fanfiction, A Knife’s Edge: ‘So, nothing tomorrow?’ Molly asked, shoving her script unceremoniously into her satchel.

From my Until Dawn fanfiction, A Few More Hours: The priest’s voice is lost in the suffocating grief filling the graveyard.

From my Kingsman fanfiction, Listen to Your Hart: Breathe in.

From my Detroit: Become Human fanfiction, More Than Machines: Detroit streets at night weren’t necessarily the best place to be, but Kimiko didn’t mind.

From my Nightwing fanfiction, The Making of a Hero: Dick stared, unseeingly, at the grave.

From my Constantine fanfiction, Rising Light, written with fiercefray: Kate ducked, felt the air rushing just over her head, a few stray strands dancing in the wake of the punch.

From my Peaky Blinders fanfiction, Life Begins Again, book one of The Piccola Rossa Series: Dear Luce,

I hope this letter reaches you well.

From my Peaky Blinders fanfiction, Little Redhead, book two of The Piccola Rossa Series: A letter.

From my Peaky Blinders fanfiction, All the King’s Horses, book three of The Piccola Rossa Series: Luce couldn’t sit still.

From my Detroit: Become Human fanfiction, Crime, Friendship and Other Things: ‘Should I be worried about you?’ I ask, watching as Oskar once again pulls on a pair of latex gloves.

#Repost #Made By Me #Tag Games #Collaborative OCs #Stranger Things OCs #Until Dawn OCs #Kingsman OCs #Detroit: Become Human OCs #Nightwing OCs #Constantine OCs #Peaky Blinders OCs #A Knife's Edge #Music anad Lyrics #A Few More Hours #Listen to Your Hart #The Making of a Hero #Rising Light #Life Begins Again #Little Redhead #All the King's Horses #Crime Friendship and Other Things #The Piccola Rossa Series #Molly Jones #Kimiko Augustus #Canon: Dick Grayson #Katherine Bastille #Lucinda Turner #Doctor Oskar Nilsen #Kate Bastille #Luce Turner

[croquettemoon]

WHO COULD EVER LEAVE ME DARLING…

#satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk art #jujutsu kaisen #ALL THE KING’S HORSES ALL THE KING’S MEN #COULDN’T PUT ME TOGETHER AGAIN #CAUSE ALL OF MY ENEMIES STARTED OUT FRIENDS

[arealtrashact]

Were they animals, that music could move them so ?

#Elvis Presley #David Bowie #Fleetwood Mac #Michael Jackson #Lana del Rey #Bjork #Orville Peck #Animal Album Series #long post #All of the art that I do (that isn't for work) is self indulgent (to varying degrees) #But this is pretty out there. #Solely caters to me and only me #my art #Fact : Elvis reminds me of a handful of animals none of which are actually a lion #Tigers yes #But above all : Horses ! #I would have made him a bronco if I hadn't already committed to the idea of making Orville a unicorn #and y'know #he's the king and all #it just made sense #-grabs your shoulders- BUT *you* have to know that I think his government assigned fursona is a stallion #-being hauled away to the loony bin- HE'S A TENNESSEE STUD

[morrigan-sims]

All the King's Horses - a recolor set

There's a decided lack of non-modern horse cc in the community, so when I saw @objuct's Traditional Arabain Set, I knew I needed to make some recolors.

Info: - Requires the meshes - Both versions included (tassels + no tassels) - Saddles have 25 swatches each, halters have 19 each. (There's a matching halter for every saddle, though!) - First few swatches are modifications of Objuct's swatches. The rest are all mine. - Previews are unedited, no reshade.

TOU: - Respect the original creator's TOU - Don't reupload behind a paywall or claim as your own - Basically, don't be an asshole

DOWNLOAD (patreon, free, no ads) | DOWNLOAD (google drive, no ads)

@ts4medieval

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4cc #sims 4 cc #ts4 horses #ts4 horse cc #ts4 recolor #sims 4 horses #sims 4 recolor #my dls #ts4 fantasy #sims 4 fantasy #ts4 fantasy cc #sims 4 fantasy cc #ts4 medieval #sims 4 medieval #hmm... now imagine if I made a matching recolor of some armor and named it ''all the king's men'' #that would be something wouldn't it?

[allylikethecat]

Putting my country playlist on to finalize this All the King's Horses chapter 😈

#allylikethecat #ally's thoughts #ally's creative process #or lack there of #all the king's horses #equestrian au #leave those broadway chairs alllooonnneeee

[precious-little-scoundrel]

“it is well that war is so terrible

or we should grow too fond of it”

#hbo war #wwii #WWI #the pacific #the kings men #the kings man #eugene sledge #band of brothers #hbo band of brothers #dunkirk #Valkyrie #claus von stauffenberg #eugene roe #doc roe #war horse #1917 #george mckay #louis hoffman #all the light we cannot see #atlwcsedit #werner pfennig #all quiet on the western front #Conrad Oxford

[renee-writer]

Hurt and Healing

Inspired by the Flashfic Fridays prompt: all the king's horse. I wrote this one first then decided to write a more secular one to submit to them.

That is what they say

isn’t it

That all the king’s horses

and all the king’s men

can’t put back together what is broken

Oh but they try

With program after program

Law after law

They try

The problem is

they are powerless against the real issues

It isn’t a matter of the right law

the right program

Some things can only be fixed

With a soul change

You can’t legislate evil away

King Solomon, in all his wisdom couldn’t

No way out current government can

no matter the country

There is only One that can

Who can put us back together again

Only He Who created us in the first place

Who can restore broken families, lives, relationships

Break the bonds of addiction, fear, abuse

Restore the respect for life

For natural law

Only He Who established them

No, all the king’s horses nor all the king’s men

can’t fix the broken

but

God can

God will

Turn to Him for healing, today.

#my writing #inspired by the Flashfic friday prompt #all the king's horses #hurt and healing #writerscreed #christian writing

[catilinas]

if i could be bothered. a fucked up horses of antiquity bracket contest would be funny

#that one king’s horses that are human flesh? #bucephalus probably. horse of seius. caesar’s Toe horse. caligula’s horse #various ducked up horses from the alexander romance. the horses at the end of the world. the robot horses that breathe fire or whatever #THE TROJAN HORSE. #achilles’ horse that speaks Once to tell him he’s totally going to die #the horse sacrifice from the lefkandi burial #maybe more!!!!!! #i’m not a horse girl (gn) btw i promise. i used to have nightmares about horses with human hands #all over their bodies instead of hair. the fingers constantly moving. augh #evil ancient horse #beeps

[b4kuch1n]

the king shunned, the lion dead, the knight lost, the princess absent. but the wizard lives.

#pokemon #swsh #champion league #cw: gore #hi! this one is also about being trans btw. but mostly it's abt stories #I think I was drawing this one like ''leon should get to have fun a little'' and it turned into. this #well. there are many things already! like I've been rotating the lion dance costume head as trophy thing in my brain since #that one doodle I did with that lion head #the original idea for this has the wreaths more prominent and also pizelated #and. it tried to incorporate something that needs much more delicate handling #than I'm currently capable of. so I shelved it for this instead #I think this piece is just like. fully linking the king-knight-beast-princess-wizard figures altogether for leon #u know what I think abt all that! u kno whats up #but also just a tiny bit. this was drawn with that whole once-a-month disk horse abt sexing skeleton remains #about which my only real thought is ''I gotta be buried in a solid metal salmon suit then'' #well. if I were to be buried at all. I'm good to be thrown out for a natural meal as well of course #(technically) first piece after job babey!! #in the end the tiger wanted to be drawn first but this was started way beforehand #I think because I wanted something more ink-heavy. since my job art was almost entirely painted #to anyone who may come into my inbox or comment to ask why the bones shine: its cause theyre wet. congrats #have a good night lads! it's nice and cool to be gross sometimes

[kaeyachi]

Diluc comes across a portal that traps him in an AU where Mondstadt continued to keep their monarchy, and in that world, he is apparently the prince and next in line for the throne.

And YAY Crepus is alive as their king, but the next person to tell Diluc that he needed to sit up straight and use the correct utensils instead of whatever he felt like, he will start stabbing them with one of the 3 knives on the dinner table.

(it was Kaeya, and he didn't have the heart to stab him, so he's back to moping and planning a way to go back home)

#diluc knows etiquette but WTF WHY ARE THERE MORE THAN 5 UTENSILS ON THE DAMN TABLE #diluc: I want to fight! #a poor staff: but my prince your robes are brand new! #diluc: if you wont let me go im throwing you out the window #AU kaeya lowkey figured out its not his diluc but he finds it really funny when this brash diluc gets all mad about royal traditions lmao #venti definitely knows for sure. 100% the thing is he also finds it hilarious #king crepus: he was such a well-mannered kid but after he fell of his horse he started wanting to beat up people :( #venti his bard: maybe hit him on the head again- #gi diluc #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #im on a royalty roll #I SEE ALL YOUR TAGS ON MY PREVIOUS ROYALTY POST AND I AM CACKLING BTW

[orange-peony]

Thanks for tagging me on Sunday @alexalexinii, @hushed-chorus and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe!

I've been working on my fic for the @drarry-mini-bang, but unfortunately I can't share it yet. I've also been desperately trying to finish something for the @erotic-grope-fest which started off as a drabble for a the tropes ask.

Here's a snippet:

I know he can see me better than I can see him. I know all about him. I remember the way he felt against my lips, that night when he set the woods on fire. I can still recall the way he tasted. The way I held him under the stars. The smell of smoke and the crackling of the fire behind me. The way nothing else mattered, only the feeling of Baz in my arms, crying and clinging to me. He shivers, and I snap out of my reverie. “It’s cold,” I say gruffly. “You take the bed.” “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, Snow,” he replies, like he always does. It’s a careful dance we’ve crafted over weeks and months. I still wait for him to say it, because I don’t have the courage to do it myself (I wonder if I lost it when I lost myself). “Your bed can fit two grown men.” And then, “Come here. We’ll keep each other warm.”  I wonder what will happen when the days grow longer and warmer. Will there be no more excuse for this, and I’ll have to sleep on the cold floor, then?

Tagging (apologies if you've already done it, I am scheduling the post): @pato-roldnart, @bubble-gumhead, @artsyunderstudy, @larkral, @cutestkilla, @hushed-chorus, @alexalexinii, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @rimeswithpurple, @regretfulcorrine, @excalisbury, @littlewinnow, @basiatlu, @martsonmars, @thewholelemon, @letraspal, @crazybutgood, @okay-sky, @fatalfangirl @facewithoutheart, @imagineacoolusername, @blackberrysummerblog, @tea-brigade, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ebbpettier, @captain-aralias @leithillustration, @vukovich and @peachpety.​

#wip wednesday #snowbaz #egf 2024 #my writing #this is going to be called #all of the king's horses