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#not really a horse just inspired by horses
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ROSE: Let's not beat a dead horse.
EQUIUS, absolutely horrified: D -> That's an awful thing to say
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shadowsingerofnight · 11 hours
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So um, to be honest I don’t know what this is. It was on a whim, written in one go so don’t take it too seriously lol
It was inspired by this post right here, by @dawntoducks
Hope you enjoy!
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The sound of the door slamming shut brought Elain back to reality.
Standing in the middle of the sitting-room, she glanced to the window, to the city beyond. Velaris was in full bloom, children running and laughing just outside. She could even spot some kites flying this and that way, guided by tiny, giggling kids.
She had always thought kites to belong in fairytales, somehow never considered actually playing with one. She marvelled at them.
She kept watching- stalling, as one little girl accidentally bumped into the big magnolia tree outside the gate and let go of the slim thread she was holding. A cry sounded, the girl immediately getting up and jumping towards the sky. Desperately trying to reach high, high, higher- like the hurt didn’t matter, like she just wanted to get back what she had lost. But it was too late.
Elain blinked. Once. Twice.
Her heart began racing, the rhythm akin a horse’s gallop. Frantic, but with purpose.
It was always like that, her soul recognising a song she sometimes could faintly hear herself. A poem that had existed within her since the dawn of time, somehow.
“Are you okay?”
Somewhere among the blooming trees…
Elain had never heard a voice like that. Not when she was human, not after. Non since she had heard his for the first time. A voice so stark and yet warm. So deep and yet melodious.
She could feel it, tingling on her skin.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked, still not looking at him.
Outside, on a magic wind, the girl’s kite flew right back in her arms. Elain smiled faintly.
“I… felt something,” he replied. “Like you were calling for me.”
She was? Honestly, it wouldn’t have surprised her. Elain still didn’t quite understand how this whole thing worked. But could he actually feel when she was thinking about him?
It was quite a lot.
“That’s why I thought you were in danger.” He went on, “I assumed it was the only way you could call for help.” His tone was low, steady. Like he didn’t want to scare her away.
Because I know it wouldn’t be me you’d call if you could help it.
She hated that he didn’t understand. She hated that she could not bring herself to tell him the truth, how his smile was the first thing she saw in the morning. That his laugh sounded in her ears with every step she took. That his hands were what she imagined when she… Red stained her cheeks.
She hadn’t yet looked at him, but she could just see his head dip to the side as if wondering what she was thinking about. Or rather, was she really thinking about what he suspected?
At the top of the tallest mountain…
“Elain,” he whispered and then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, okay?”
Elain furrowed her brows, but her chin remained dipped.
He sighed unevenly and then spat, voice higher, “I’m sorry the Cauldron made me your mate. I’m sorry I’m so abhorrent you can’t even look at me. Just tell me you’re fine and I’ll go.” His arms slackened at his sides. Defeated.
Elain’s head snapped towards him then. Her eyes met one of russet and one of gold, like the brightest of suns on a fall day. She saw the tears first, the same ones she could feel marking her own cheeks.
In the depths of all the seas…
“You-,” she sniffed. “You stupid, stupid prick.”
She saw his eyes widen the instant she closed the distance between them and pointed an accusatory finger to his chest.
“You know nothing!” She yelled. Actually yelled.
Elain wiped some of the tears away, but they kept coming like an overflowing river. Feelings buried so deep came afloat.
“Don’t you understand I can’t look at you?” She demanded more than asked.
“How can you not see I’m burning?” Her index finger kept poking his chest of its own volition while his face had paled alarmingly. He was looking down at her, tears glistening in the light.
On a journey so certain…
“You think I don’t feel anything”? Elain sniffed again. “Well, you’re so terribly wrong! I feel so much every time I look at you, I don’t know what to do.” Words were flowing and she didn’t even have to think them.
“You live with me every second of every day. You render me useless every time I think of you because all I want is to touch you and kiss you and hold you and never let go.”
He caught her wrist and flattened her hand above his heart. It was beating so fast.
“I want you, Lucien.” She could feel him tremble underneath her palm, just when he closed his eyes as to savour her words. “I just don’t want to burn you.”
Lucien smiled, so sweet and wicked at the same time, eyes so full of hope she cursed herself for not telling him sooner. “Didn’t you hear?” He whispered, his breath caressing her neck. “I’m the Lord of Flames.”
I search for light and I find you.
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operationcaked · 7 months
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twitter really liked this, so i’ll post it here too :))
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months
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Name twinsies!
(Based on the community consensus about LWJ's grey horse's name)
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ribbononline · 7 months
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Small snippet of Mother Earth and Her Infinite Sky (preview) by @silverjirachi ! Admittedly very compressed down to fit into a single page. But still!
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blobbei-art · 2 years
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I didn’t mean to upload these warmup doodles but they turned into designs and they’re so cute???
This was meant to be me experimenting around with OC-ifying the Kirby Roommate AU into cute little bug aliens. Though, the only one who’s actually based on a Kirby character yet is the tarantula fella, who is the Magolor of the gang.
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micamicster · 11 months
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We’ve talked about my constant conflict between wanting fun little mystery detective stories and the copaganda built into the genre now let’s talk about my desire to watch westerns but. you know. ones that aren’t written by racists
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charc-arts · 7 months
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Not to get on a soapbox abt how much i fucking haaaate AI art but like
Man
It'd be nice for a wider understanding that like. Unfortunately the silley meme generating gay sex cats img machine is also the same thing companies r gonna look at and see it as a cost cutting alternative to hiring actual, professional artists for a living wage to Do Their Job bc AI can just spit out subpar (but passible to the everyday guy as long as u dont look at it for more than 10 seconds) imgs in a quarter of the time and at twice the output said artists could do it at. B/C we live in a society.
And how much places like ArtStation and dA are just. Clogged with AI art entries, esp when the former used to be a common portfolio type website for artists to use.
And how many MASSIVELY underqualified AI "artists" are applying for jobs out of their league bc they either don't understand the parameters of the job they're applying for (eg Concept Art is a LOT more than knowing how to. Input in word prompts into an img generator to get a Highly Rendered Final Output) or like. Basically swindling money out of their clients by banking on the fact they don't know what they're getting is AI work (this has been a MAJOR issue with authors and book cover artists for a while now and uhhh fun fact! AI generated imgs cannot be copyrighted! There was also a recent debacle with Grey Delisle having commissioned an "artist" for a con signing print and it turned out what she got was AI slog).
Im speaking from personal/secondhand experience I see as an artist myself, but this doesnt even cover shit like when people would use ai to "finish" fics that take a while to update or the unethicality of using AI voice generators for song covers and the like (ive seen a LOT of VAs on twitter express their disapproval of having their voice used like that w/o their consent)
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xxswagcorexx · 9 months
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thinking about that ashswag testrun ep......
#listen 2 me. as someone who has a passive interest in the youtube algorithm#and likes to hear people talk about 'optimizing' it sometimes#and Also as someone whos very involved in fandom culture#its so!! fascinating to listen someone who has a fandom talk about the meta of their work!#like#when i think of 'ashswag' i automatically think of the fandom. i think about the thousands of words and dozens of art about spite and rage#but. ashswag (the guy) refering to 'ashswag' as a brand that can be optimized#its. a Really jarring disconnect as someone who thinks of the fandom First#esp when parrot and ash talking about the longevity of their channels#and talking about other creators and eventually going#'yeah i wish my content will grow with me as a person so i wont beat youtube like a dead horse and not enjoy it :/'#is. so interesting.#esp bc later they talk about off sourcing their editing to dedicated editors so they can be consistent#and trying to find the motivation to keep on going for like#5 years#and about how their goals are numbers based but also 'i wanna make meaningful content'#like. bud. yall already are#as someone whos talked with lots of members of the lifesteal fandom: yall are making art that inspires you!#it isn't just content that can be optimized. your videos inspire other people to create and connect#and be. human with each other.#and i Do think thats where fandom shines best#artists celebrating other artists#and ive been trying to go into this mindset myself: but youtubers are artists man!#theyre just using a new medium!!#and it sucks that youtube sees them as profit machines!! and punishes you for taking breaks bc youre human!!!!#but. listen man. when i think of ls s3#yes i do think of the traps and pvps#but i also think about something else#i think about the trust. i think about how in a server that punishes you for being bad at the game
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electrobiology · 8 days
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was reading dazai osamu's wikipedia page as you do and i saw that firstly he had numerous children but secondly and most importantly one of them had a wikipedia page as well (tsushima yuuko) and i saw that she lived until 2016. i wonder if she knew about bungou stray dogs and i wonder what she thought of its depiction of her father
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sarioh · 2 years
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im totally a completionist when it comes to watching content but mindcrack is so long that it seems impossible so i need ur expert opinion: do u think someone needs to watch every episode of a mindcrack season to get the full experience, or is watching ur playlist of hand picked videos probably enough??
mindcrack is one of those series that has a lot of famous and iconic episodes but also lots of filler in between so i would say it's DEFINITELY not necessary to watch everything! the playlist i posted is not a good place to start though LMAO it's more like a deep cut of random streams i've been collecting.
if you want to watch a full season i'd say watch season 4. the first episode of that season is one of my favorites ever so if you like that one it'd be a good indicator for whether you will like the rest of the series (heres a clip i posted from it). and then with season 3 you can pick and choose whichever episodes come up in your recommended or which ones have the most views. things like king of the ladder and the trial are famous episodes from that season that you might have heard of that are good to watch! but unless you're an insane completionist like me there's really no need to watch the full thing since it's PRETTY dated and etho spends half the series digging a giant hole LMAO. here's a playlist of season 3 with some of the episodes i personally love to revisit a lot if you want to skip around it ^_^ hope this helps
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thebathtubkeeper · 7 months
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I made a map!
I’m pretty happy with how it’s turned out, I have never edited a map like this before. Hopefully I’ll improve the more I do this lol
The general setting is the (fictional) town of Pinecust, it’s kinda based off the town I grew up in. It was a small logging town out in the middle of the Pacific Northwest forest that had kinda lost a lot of it’s bustle decades before I came along. I’ve had a lot of fun kinda planning everything out and making little pieces(such as the map).
If you have any deeper interest in Pinecust feel free to ask. Or if you have any advice or anything like that for a baby Keeper :))
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crab-crab · 8 months
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Missing family and meeting horses
Hello! I wrote and posted a small drabble that was inspired by my horses in botw! If you wish to read it on ao3 here are the link and tags, and if you want to read it here then it's just under the cut!
Tags: Time-centric, Meeting Wild, Twilight is sad and misses Wild, Time knows the feeling of missing family, Time being spooked by a horse
Summary: Time and Twilight enter a new Hyrule and reminisce about those they left behind
And here is the cut if you wanna read it here instead! Have fun and have a great day!
Time was getting too old for this.
He wasn’t even that old, but with the amount of adventures he’s gone on he’d much prefer to retire than to be sent on another mission.
So far the only good thing that has come out of this adventure is getting to meet his descendant. He was as much a rancher as Malon was and Time couldn’t be happier to know that his wife held such an influence on their future, though that did mean they have children at some point-
He was brought from the brink of spiralling by Twilight looking around at the plain they had just stepped onto from the portal. He looked tense and Time wasted no time in gripping the handle of the Biggoron sword. “I think I’ve been here before,” Twilight said as he guided them both to the path and pointed toward some hills on the other side of the field “I'm pretty sure that a stable is that way.”
“So this is your Hyrule then?” Time looked around their surroundings, dropping his grip on his sword and instead using it to squeeze Twilight’s shoulder “It doesn’t look quite the same.” His pup looked worried for a second, a confused and almost heartbroken look passing over his face before he shrugged and started down the path toward where the stable should be. “I’ve been here before. I never told you, but this ain’t my first time with meeting other heroes” and didn’t that surprise Time?
He’d seen how Twilight had looked at him when they’d first met when the boy had realized who exactly Time was. It was a look of awe, of seeing someone you admired for the first time, of reuniting with someone familiar. But it was also a look of sorrow, at seeing someone who had long passed. And Even Time himself had met other heroes before. He remembered The Captain and Tune, he remembers what it was like to travel with them and then to also leave them and he wonders if he’ll experience that feeling again when he and Twilight eventually have to part.
Time hummed, prompting Twilight to continue when he was ready. 
Twilight went to continue but was interrupted when a horse bolted toward them from further down the path. They barely had enough time to dive towards the sides of the road before the horse stopped and reared up, kicking its front legs before dropping back down onto all fours and flicking its ears. Time sat up and watched as the horse tossed its head while walking over to Twilight, nudging the man's shoulders and lipping at his hair, drawing a startled laugh from the rancher. Standing and walking over to the two, Time watched as Twilight scratched behind the horse's ears and stood to get a proper look at them.
“Hey, beautiful!” Twilight laughed and pat the horse's neck “Time, this is an old friend of mine” he grinned and turned to Time when his face changed to a look of surprise. Confused as to what he was looking at, Time turned and saw another horse standing there except this one had a rider. The horse was the darkest color he’d ever seen and its mane almost glowed because of it. Time half expected bright red eyes to appear from behind the horse's hair with how similar it looked to his enemy from the Water Temple. 
He was so caught up in examining the new horse that he didn’t realize when its rider had slipped from the saddle and was watching them closely from underneath their hood. The horse beside Twilight nipped at the rancher before walking over to the newcomer and nudging them toward the two heroes. 
The rider wore a strikingly blue tunic, their cloak reaching down to their knees and Time could just make out blonde hair before Twilight was stepping forward with wide, shocked eyes “Cub?” his voice was breathless and a smile was starting to grow. Time had never seen Twilight this relieved before, like the weight he was carrying around was just a bit lighter at the sight of this unknown rider- though Time could hazard a guess as to who this is- and when the hooded man reacted be bouncing forward and tackling Twilight, Time knew that his descendant would be rid of a large deal of regret.
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leafbatraccoon · 10 months
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👍 for goats & nectar making
👎 for no snakes & lizards
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septimus-heap · 1 year
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Literally I think my parents must be a little bit insane to still think they're good parents. They pushed me to the point of being actively suicidal not even 2 years ago like hello????
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vynkx · 2 months
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The blood on your hands is something you won't lose, all you can choose is whose.
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