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animepopheart · 8 months

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★ 【Cupoi】【林中小屋 // 雪山遗迹】 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on instagram

#fantasy art #scnery #concept art #illustrations #illustration #artist: Cupoi

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midna-chavelink · 3 months

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Day 2 of Orange week. I am finally painting on the canvases I have collected. I decided to paint some clouds. And let me tell you, after not painting with acrylics for a long time was tough. But I got there eventually

#drawing #art #art of my imagination #yes #my art #traditional art #painting #acrylic painting #scnery #clouds #orange #hue years 2024 #hue year’s resolution #orange week

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slashdouble · 1 year

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Beauty of Unreal Engine 5

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viwantstoknow · 2 years

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justmemyselfandthemoon · 1 year

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#cloud posts #cloudlover #pink clouds #beautiful #cloudy sky #clouds #cloudcore #clouds on the horizon #sky #aesthetic #sundown #sunset #beach #pink #scnery #dreamy

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geomandy · 2 years

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Some of the sights on a Colorado hike!

#geocaching #mine #hiking #nature #scnery

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noorlmao · 1 year

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:)

#airplane #yeah #vacation #scnery #cloud aesthetic

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krnaturalphoto · 1 year

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Looking Up | Starrucca Viaduct | Pennsylvania

My photography generally centers around nature. I usually go out of my way to avoid photographing anything man made in my scenic shots. I have been trying to stretch myself lately. Include some structures in my scenes that fit with the type of work I already am passionate about. This image is well outside my normal photography range. But it is almost on par with the amazing scenes of…

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#daily photo #do the work #Outside #PA #Pennsylvania #photo of the day #photographer #Photography #practice #Scenic #scnery #shipping

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literalite · 11 months

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im so eepy

#iris vs godspeed vs paperbacks #ts4 #seph.txt #this aisnt even an outtake i as looking at scnery :)

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dtyfp2 · 24 days

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An Hour or Two

The Great War

“Why have we stopped? What’s the matter?” Jaime asks as the carriage is ordered to a stop.

“My legs tire of sitting uncle. I should like to ride, or walk, just for a while,” you answer as you get out and stretch your legs. You had been cramped in the carriage for a few hours now and you swore your legs had begun to cramp.

“Come Joffrey, switch places with me for a moment,” you call out, your younger brother circling around on his stead.

“Princes don’t sit in carriages with their mother,” Joffrey scoffs, glancing at Jaime, as if pleading to stay outside.

“Prince’s don’t have to remind other people that they are a Prince. You’ve never ridden this long before Joff, you must be tired, switch with me for an hour or two,” you insist, reminding your younger brother of his humility as you wave him off. With a nod from Jaime, Joffrey climbs off his horse to switch, at least having the decency to help you up before sitting in the carriage next to Myrcella.

You wait for the carriage to continue on before falling in step alongside Ser Barristan.

“It’ll be safer in the carriage, princess,” he reminds you, though he doesn’t seem opposed to the idea of your company.

“You’re right, it is,” you agree without arguement. Ser Barristan hides his smile as he looks on ahead.

“Tell me again what Ser Arthur Dayne like? Was he truly as great as the legends say he is?” you ask, making conversation as Jaime slows to ride alongside the other side of you.

“He was one of the greatest swordsmen I’ve ever seen. He was an artist, princess, almost as talented as you are with your needling,” Ser Barristan reminsces with a smile.

“Almost?” you muse with a laugh.

“Almost,” Ser Barristan chuckles.

“He was called the ‘Sword of the Morning,’ it takes a great man to wield a sword like that. I don’t think I could have. Everyone always thought his prowess came from his sword, the mighty valyrian Steel named Dawn, the ancestral sword of house Dayne. But he fought well without it,” he tells you.

“Once, in the midst of a duel, his opponent’s sword had been battered by Dawn. Ser Arthur, ever so honourable, allowed him reprieve to fetch another. When his opponent demanded Dawn, Ser Arthur simply handed it over to him and defeated him with a regular sword,” Jaime tells you. It’s a story you’ve heard many times over the years, but you enjoyed hearing it nonetheless.

“Dawn did not make Ser Arthur infamous, he made his sword so,” Barristan agrees. You ruminate on his words before laughing.

“He sounds handsome,” you sigh dreamily, forcing an unsuspecting laugh from Jaime and Barristan.

“Aye, well, I don’t think he had any trouble with women before becoming a sworn brother,” Ser Selmy chuckles.

“Even after he was sworn in, many a woman tried, many a woman failed,” Jaime admits.

“Have many a woman tried with you, Ser Barristan?” You ask teasingly. The older man stops laughing immediantly, and he stutters over his words for the first time in your memory. You share an amused look with Jaime at his sudden awkwardness.

“Uh…well, if they have tried, princess, I haven’t noticed,” he answers, his face so obviously red even despite the fact it was hiding under his helmet. You decide to stop teasing him (for now at least) and take a moment to admire the scnery around you.

“By the light, it sure is getting cold out here, isn’t it?” You say rhetorically after Jaime is called back to the main carriage by your mother.

“We are getting deeper north now, Princess, I’m afraid it’ll only get colder from here on out,” Ser Barristan tells you. Before you can ask one of the ladies nearby to fetch your coat, Ser Barristan is already unclipping cloak and reaching over to wrap it around you.

“You must not allow yourself to be cold, princess, I’ll worry if you catch a cold,” the older knight says softly as he resituates himself back on his horse.

“It is a shame you’ve sworn yourself into the brotherhood, Ser Selmy, I’m afraid you’ve cost some woman out there a most loving husband. But her loss is our gain, surely, you’re one of the finest men I have ever known,” you tell him as you wrap the cloak around yourself a bit tighter. It seems your promise of not teasing him was short lived, Ser Barristan smiles warmly at your honour.

“I was betrothed, princess, and she married my cousin after me. They are quite happy together,” Ser Barristan quips, much to your amusement. You hide a laugh behind your hand, but the sound still escapes.

“My, I had nearly forgotten about that,” you realize. It was strange to think of Ser Selmy betrothed, it was strange to think of him as a young man at all. You wonder what he was like when he was young. What dreams did he have? What games did he play as a boy? Had he ever made his parents so cross that they had to scold him? Was he a cheeky boy growing up? Ser Selmy had always been such a steady presence in your life growing up, the ever so loyal, stoic knight that has watched over you for nearly every day since your birth.

“Ser Selmy, have you always wanted to be a knight?” You ask him suddenly.

“Yes, princess,” he nods, without even thinking about it.

“Didn’t you want to be anything else growing up? Surely you could’ve been anything. How did you know knighthood was for you?” you press curiously.

“Growing up, I had always wanted to be a knight. I was raised hearing the songs and stories of the great knights before me. I entered a tourney when I was 10 but no man would face me. It wasn’t until Duncan Targaryen took pity on me and jousted me. He defeated me, of course, but from then on I knew one day I would be a great Knight and that I would defeat him one day,” Ser Barristan tells you.

“And you did,” you smile, recalling the story he has told you many times past whenever you asked how he was named ‘The Bold’.

“And I did,” he smiles proudly.

“What would you like to do one day, princess?” Ser Barristan asks you. You sigh and think. What else could you possibly be besides the princess?

“Loved,” you answer finally. You were quiet for so long that Ser Selmy was worried he had upset you.

“Loved?” He questions.

“I know one day I will be married, it’s what princesses do. But I hope to marry for love, father promised I could. I want to be loved like Jenny of Oldstones was by Duncan Targaryen,” you tell him. You loved your mother and your father, but you hoped and prayed your future marriage wouldn’t turn out like theirs.

“Do you think I will?” You ask him, unsure of the possibilities yourself.

“You already are loved, princess, by the people. Any man would be lucky you even glanced his way, let alone married him. To be loved…is a noble endevour,” Ser Barristan assures you.

“Besides, if your husband is ever uncalmly towards you, you should only ever need to write me one letter. I shall ride to wherever you are, no matter what anyone says, and I’ll kill him myself,” Ser Barristan promises.

You laugh out loud at the thought, but appreciate his sentiment nonetheless. It doesn’t even occur to you of how easily Ser Barristan speaks of betraying his vows, but he would, he would if you asked him.

“Thank you Ser Selmy, I knew I could count on you,” you chuckle. Your laughter draws the attention of your father who was riding ahead, near the front of the garrison.

“Helen, come ride alongside me,” your father calls. You say your goodbyes to Ser Selmy before riding faster, falling into step beside your father.

“Isn’t the fresh air lovely?” You ask your father, who always seemed to be in a jolly mood when outdoors. Your father was a mighty warrior, sometimes you thought he may have been better suited to remain one, to travel and find glory elsewhere. Alas, the Kingdom’s needed a King and he was the one to step up.

“It is,” he nods, glancing over at you. Sometimes, just sometimes in a certain light, you reminded him of his beloved Lyanna. To be honest, it had been so long that Robert had long forgotten what she even looked like, but he imagines she looked like you. Young and beautiful, dark hair being blown lightly by the breeze, pale skin matching the snow around you.

“It was a good idea, to come North. The Red Keep can be suffocating,” your father says, drawing your attention back to him.

“The Red Keep is beautiful, father, you only dislike the constant bustling around of men and women demanding your constant attention,” you correct him.

“Is that so? You know everything about me, don’t you?” Robert chuckles at his eldest daughters inquisition.

“Yes I do,” you nod your head, matter of factly.

“It is because I know everything, that I know you’re beginning to tire. Let’s make camp for the evening,” you suggest. Robert looks up at the sky, they should keep travelling for an hour or two more before stopping, but what was one or two hours against his daughters wish?Just as she knew him, he knew her. She tired of sitting in the carriage and now she began to feel sore from riding.

“Alright, little princess, we shall rest here for the night.”

#robb stark imagines #robb stark #game of thrones #game of thrones imagines

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safiyalewiswolfboet · 5 months

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based on a realsitic scnery of Infinity horssesuwu

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minusgangtime · 11 months

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[It appears that they have arrived in another universe, the scnery looks nice, flowers growing in the grass and trees with vines around the house.]

[Soft!Cloud was nearby, and happened to see this aswell as his normal counterpart passed out on the grass. He floats over slowly and shakily before looking at his original counterpart with a worried look.] "A-Are you okay...?"

[No response from Cloud, since he was passed out on the grass.]

-Soft!Cloud - Cloud