#twinkle the marvel horse

[sminny-wew]

I call this gender "Pink and in your walls"

Honorable mentions:

#amy rose #pinkie pie #helga pataki #babs bunny #dee dee #dot warner #star butterfly #mabel pines #julie joyful #webby vanderquack #noisette #twinkle the marvel horse #sonic the hedgehog #my little pony #hey arnold #tiny toon adventures #dexter's laboratory #animaniacs #star vs the forces of evil #gravity falls #welcome home #ducktales #pizza tower #dave the barbarian

[tigirl-and-co]

We were so slow at work I managed to play FIVE EPISODES of Dave the Barbarian

#titi talks #a customer caught me doing a twinkle the marvel horse impression

[etheries1015]

What about Diasomnia going into MC's dream? They had been through Lilias time of war and magic, his tragic backstory and beautiful history, and suddenly they were in your...much less "exciting" world.

A boring life seemed to be a harsh description of what your world was, but there wasn't many other words to properly describe your world and your life. The reality was as such; boring. Every day was the same - work whatever that may have been, home. Work, home. Work, home. And although you may have had people around you, there wasn't ever truly a time you seemed to be...happy.

A lonely life. A boring, magicless, mundane, and slow life. That was how you would describe your world- the color grey, vibrant hues stripped from its core leaving behind a shadow that never seemed to leave your side.

Of course, there wasn't anything inherently wrong about living a slow and boring life; however it just never seemed to feel right to you, experiencing little to no excitement, no danger, no risks...the place you felt most at home was the comfort of your own mind.

You seldom spoke about your life prior to Twisted Wonderland to any who would inquire, you had a laid out response every time someone asked;

"There isn't much of a story to tell."

And suddenly they, Lilia sebek and Silver, were standing in front of you.

You, who was sobbing into your hands inconsolable.

You, who was absolutely miserable

This wasn't their fun sunshine prefect they knew,

This was a shell of a person who hated their mundane life.

Sebek Lilia and Silver all stared at you from a distance as you simply stared at the sky with a somber twinkle in your eyes. It was useless to come up to you- there was no way you'd understand where they had come from, and no way you remembered magic. Instead of marveling at the prospect of being inside a place completely opposite of Twisted Wonderland, they were instead silent in their sadness staring at the prefect they had come to love.

You looked up at the sky which was turning dark, taking notice of a singular star that had planted itself directly above you. This star was particularly beautiful- beautiful enough for you to decide that perhaps it had the properties to bring you peace of mind.

"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight," You hesitated before letting out a breathy chuckle while shaking your head, almost as if you were making fun of yourself for speaking such words.

"I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." Another stretch of hesitance reigned as you simply stared at the dark sky, contemplating whether or not it was worth trying. You seemed to have made up your mind, letting out a sigh and offering your wish to the star.

"Please, just...Send me somewhere. Anywhere but this place."

A moment of silence seemed to tease you at your request, and you sighed yet another pathetically melancholy sigh. The three boys truly pitied the sight before them. Although not a backstory of betrayal, war, or fantasy, seeing you so disheveled and in a state of disrepair was a different kind of tragedy.

The silence that rang was rudely interrupted by the sound of clicking against the ground and a neigh of a horse- you didnt have a moment to realize what was happening until it was far too late. You stood up in a mere second of panic as you saw a horse with a carriage in tow, a large black carriage you hadn't even a split second to notice the details.

You heard the sound of voices calling out your name

Before the carriage had come and made impact

ultimately granting your wish.

#Twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcannons #twisted wonderland headcannons #Lilia vanrouge #Diasomnia chapter 7 spoilers #Diasomnia chapter 7 #Malleus draconia #Sebek zigvolt #Silver vanrouge #silver twisted wonderland #Lilia #Lilia twisted wonderland #Sebek twisted wonderland #Night Raven College

[leaderintitleonly]

Anonymous asked:

Lobster Mun here! Blessing the Dwarfs with a sight to behold! Sparkle Butt! The unicorn! *The Unicorn be munching on some berries in the forest....and not doing much else...*

Huh. He’s pretty sure this unicorn bears a passing resemblance to a very special horse. One of legend. What was it’s name? Dazzle? Sassy? He’s sure it’ll come to him. Very sure. For now he’s wondering just how their neighbor was able to lead this majestic creature here... But also-  Doc flops down and takes out his sketch book for a very realistic sketch from multiple angles before anyone can doubt this ever occurred and if anyone doubts him, at least he gets to say he’s an amazing artist.

#doc speaks #i am so sorry it's taking me forever #but clearing out the backlog asap #and also the second i read this i screamed twinkle the marvel horse #except twinkle isn't a unicorn and i'm so so sorry

[visit-new-york]

What are the key attractions within Brooklyn Bridge Park?

Nestled along the East River with the iconic Brooklyn Bridge as its backdrop, Brooklyn Bridge Park stands as a testament to urban revitalization and green space innovation. This sprawling oasis, spanning 85 acres along the Brooklyn waterfront, offers a harmonious blend of recreational spaces, natural beauty, and stunning views of the Manhattan skyline. As visitors stroll through its well-manicured lawns and engaging attractions, they are treated to an array of experiences that make Brooklyn Bridge Park a must-visit destination. Let's delve into the key attractions that contribute to the allure of this urban gem.

Brooklyn Bridge Promenade:

The park's crowning jewel, the Brooklyn Bridge Promenade, provides an unrivaled vantage point to marvel at the majesty of the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline. As day turns to night, the twinkling city lights create a breathtaking panorama. The promenade offers a serene escape from the city buzz, making it a favorite spot for joggers, cyclists, and leisurely strollers alike.

Pier 1: Harbor View Lawn:

Pier 1 welcomes visitors with the expansive Harbor View Lawn, a lush green space that hosts a variety of events, from outdoor movie nights to yoga classes. The unobstructed views of the Statue of Liberty and the Manhattan skyline make it an ideal spot for picnics, relaxation, and taking in the maritime activity on the river.

Pier 2: Sports and Recreation Hub:

For the sports enthusiasts, Pier 2 is a haven of activity. Basketball and handball courts, roller skating rinks, and even a shuffleboard court cater to diverse interests. Whether you're a seasoned athlete or just looking to enjoy a friendly game, Pier 2 is the place to break a sweat with the Manhattan skyline as your backdrop.

Jane's Carousel:

Nestled in a glass pavilion at the edge of the park, Jane's Carousel is a vintage treasure that adds a touch of nostalgia to Brooklyn Bridge Park. Dating back to 1922, this meticulously restored carousel offers enchanting rides for visitors of all ages. The combination of the beautifully carved horses and the sparkling views of the East River creates a magical experience.

Pier 6: Playgrounds and Picnic Areas:

Pier 6 is a family-friendly haven featuring playgrounds designed to spark the imagination of young adventurers. Water features, climbing structures, and ample seating make this area a hotspot for families. The nearby picnic areas are perfect for a leisurely lunch, providing a chance to recharge amid the park's natural beauty.

Environmental Education Center:

For those seeking a deeper understanding of the local ecosystem, the Environmental Education Center on Pier 1 offers interactive exhibits and educational programs. Visitors can learn about the diverse plant and animal life thriving in and around the park, fostering a sense of appreciation for the environment.

Conclusion:

Brooklyn Bridge Park is a testament to the transformative power of urban planning and community engagement. Its diverse attractions cater to a wide range of interests, making it a destination that resonates with both locals and tourists. As you explore the park's various offerings, you'll find a harmonious blend of recreation, culture, and natural beauty, making Brooklyn Bridge Park a must-visit destination for anyone seeking an enriching and picturesque urban escape.

#Brooklyn Bridge #Bridge #new york city #new-york #new york #newyork #nyc #ny #manhattan #city #urban #usa #United States #buildings #travel #journey #outdoors #street #architecture #visit-new-york.tumblr.com #Brooklyn Bridge Park

[mangocustard16]

Fair Date🎡💗

| synopsis: On a magical "Fair Night," Hoshi and Y/N, explore a dazzling fairground illuminated by colorful lights, embarking on thrilling rides and sweet indulgences. As their evening culminates with a breathtaking Ferris wheel ride, love and courage come together under the starry sky.

| pairing: bf!hoshi x gn!reader

| genre: fluff

| warnings: none

| w.c: 670

| a/n: if i were to promise hoshi a date this is where i'd take him

On a clear and starry night, you and your boyfriend, Hoshi, decided to have a magical date at the local fair. The fairgrounds were a dazzling spectacle, illuminated by a multitude of colorful lights. The moment you entered, you were greeted by a breathtaking display of twinkling fairy lights strung overhead, casting a soft, enchanting glow over the entire fair.

Hoshi gazed around, his eyes wide with wonder. "Wow, this place looks incredible at night," he said, his voice filled with awe. You grinned and took his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingers in yours. "I knew you'd love it. It's like a dream."

As you strolled through the fair, you marveled at the radiant neon signs adorning various game booths, rides, and food stands. The Ferris wheel, in particular, was a sight to behold. Towering high above the fair, it was adorned with a mesmerizing array of multi-colored bulbs, creating a spectacular light show against the dark night sky. Hoshi's initial hesitation about riding it vanished when he saw how captivating it looked. Hoshi pointed up at the Ferris wheel. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but let's go on that. It's so beautiful." You squeezed his hand gently. "Let's save the best for the last."

Your night at the fair continued as you explored more attractions. The roller coaster, a twisting, glowing serpent, beckoned with its thrilling ride through the night. Every ride and attraction seemed to come alive with the radiance of the evening. The carousel's majestic horses were beautifully adorned with shimmering lights, spinning gracefully in a mesmerizing dance. The roller coaster tracks gleamed like streaks of shooting stars as they twisted and turned, providing an exhilarating rush of adrenaline.

As you exited the roller coaster, Hoshi's eyes landed on a brightly lit stall selling delectable treats. "How about we grab some cotton candy?" he suggested. You nodded, your heart soaring with happiness. With fluffy, pastel-colored clouds of spun sugar in hand, you strolled through the fair, savoring the sweet, melt-in-your-mouth goodness. The sugar rush added to the excitement of the night.

As you and Hoshi approached the balloon shooting game, you noticed how the colorful targets were brilliantly illuminated, making it all the more exciting. Hoshi's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he took aim under the shimmering lights, each shot punctuating the air with a burst of color. Hoshi laughed as he aimed for the balloons. "Let me win something for you." Your laughter echoed his. "You've already won my heart, but a stuffed animal wouldn't hurt!"

Your night at the fair was a truly magical experience, made even more enchanting by the dazzling display of lights. With every step, your hearts grew closer, and the world around you seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in a world of twinkling wonder.

As you approached the Ferris wheel once again, Hoshi hesitated. The towering structure looked even more imposing up close, its lights reflecting in his uncertain eyes. You touched his cheek gently and met his gaze. "Hoshi, I know it's scary, but the view there will be breathtaking. I promise you won't regret it." Hoshi took a deep breath and nodded, mustering his courage. "Okay, for you, I'll do it."

As you both ascended to the peak of the Ferris wheel, the breathtaking panorama of the fair, awash in a sea of radiant lights, surrounded you. It was as if you were suspended in a starlit sky, your hearts intertwined. Hoshi, though initially fearful, was now enchanted by the scene. He turned to you with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the colorful lights. "Thank you for convincing me. This is like a fairy tale come to life." You nodded, your heart skipping a beat. "With you, every moment feels like a fairy tale." You leaned in and shared a sweet, lingering kiss as the Ferris wheel held you at the apex of its rotation. The moment was as captivating as the lights around you, a memory that would stay etched in your hearts forever.

#mango.writes #svt #seventeen #svtcreations #seventeen scenarios #svtsource #hoshi #svt hoshi #hoshi x reader #seventeen hoshi #kwon soonyoung #svt kwon soonyoung #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung fluff #soonyoung #kwon hoshi #hoshi x y/n #hoshi x you #hoshi fluff #kpop x reader #x reader #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt fanfic #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen (세븐틴) #seventeen fluff

[clavissionary-position]

ɪ ᴋ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴘ ʀ ɪ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ CLAVIS × READER 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬: 𝐀 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

✦. 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 fluff, slice of life 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦 1200+ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 These are the three ficlets I posted earlier collected in one place ^^ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 slight suggestive content (MDNI)

01. "Amoureux"

"I'd like the records to reflect how very much against this I am."

"There is no record. No one will ever know the horrible acts of villainy I'm subjecting you to here today. Feel free to scream if you'd like." Tying his cravat seemed a lot simpler in theory. Clothing shouldn't require this much finesse. But it only heightens your respect for this marvelous man. "How come it's fine for me to take it off but not put it on?"

A lifetime of frowning couldn't account for the devastating pitch of his brows. "It's a matter of principle. This right here goes against everything a gentleman stands for."

"Would you rather stand up while I do this then?" Cue a perfectly-timed squeeze of the legs around his waist.

"Normally I'd delight at the idea of you clinging to me like a marsupial. My beloved, my twinkle-thighed accomplice. But these are far from normal circumstances. My love. O' cruel warden of my heart. I dress myself specifically so you can do the undressing without issue."

"You must be mortified if you're resorting to insulting your beloved."

"Words in my mouth. Wouldn't you rather just kiss me instead? Make a cravat of my tongue? Please, darling. Sweetheart. Feel free to touch me to your heart's content. Just not inappropriately like this."

Okay, the knot seems to be cooperating. "This is what lovers do."

"Correction: this is what boring, run-of-the-mill, unimaginative, Chev-esque—mmmmmnnfphhh...mmmm?"

"You'll get the second half of that kiss if you behave."

Breathless. Sunset colors on the apples of his cheeks. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because sometimes I get jealous of all the parts of you that your hands get to touch and I don't."

"..."

"Did I break you?"

"..."

"Blink once if you're still alive."

Blink.

"Okay, good. I'm done by the way. What do you think?"

"It's..." He clears his throat. He pointedly refuses your gaze. The line of his lips fights against a series of twitches. "Is this how you felt when you first saw my cooking?"

02. "Jeter l'éponge" feat. Cyran

"I think she wants you to stop."

"Hahaha! Oh, she's far too smitten for that. Besides, she hasn't kicked me in the face yet."

Cyran's exasperation alone crowds the stables. Only once he nears the first stall (holding Chevalier's stallion) does his tread slow. Each subsequent step, while pointed toward Clavis, seems more inclined toward the horses to his side. By stall three his expression has more in common with the bubbly spring air outside than the retreating sun at its back.

Clavis assumes he's safe in the meantime. Until a hand claps his shoulder. Cyran's other hand pries the brush from him mid-stroke. "I groomed her when we returned from town earlier."

Irritation mars Clavis' features for a cloudy half-second. His face recomposes just as quickly, elastic from a lifetime of faking. He rips the brush back in a flourish causing the bay mare between them to sigh almost human-like. "Nothing warms my heart more than when my favorite knight and favorite horse get along, but this is my special bonding time."

Cyran stares as if he's unsure why he lets Clavis finish his sentences. He seizes the brush back. "You never come by at this hour."

Clavis slips the brush back before Cyran realizes what's happened. "Think of it as a surprise inspection."

Cyran yanks the brush and Clavis narrowly avoids smooching a horse. "Leave her out of your procrastinating, please."

The brush reappears in Clavis' hand. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Snatch. "I rather think you—"

The horse whinnies, her tail swishing against her manger and dislodging a tiny avalanche of grain.

"You're stressing her out!" comes the voice of two idiots in harmony.

The horse throws a look so tormented it may as well have found itself in an enemy camp.

Cyran is the first to stand down. He tucks his hair behind his ear and fixes Clavis with a softer, pitying expression. "The bumps are gone. I triple-checked. She's perfectly fine."

"I think she could stand to be a bit more shiny. It won't do for her beautiful master to outshine her."

"Clavis."

"I'm not procrastinating. I sent the formal request before coming here."

"That's not what Lucian tells me."

"Then I'm pleased to know that even Lucian misses things sometimes." A hint of surprise glitters in Clavis' eyes.

Cyran puffs his cheeks before sighing. He idly toys with the hilt of the sword at his belt. A long moment passes. "Okay. Fine. I'll leave you to it, then."

Clavis claps Cyran's shoulder this time, stopping him. "So you'll help me?"

"With what?"

"Picking out the best fabric. For the outfit."

"The outfit for your lover or..." Cyran glances to the side. "...for the horse?"

"For the horse of course." Clavis produces a sketchbook from who-knows-where. "There's no better way to celebrate a full-recovery than with a brand new outfit."

Cyran stares as if he's really, really unsure why he lets Clavis finish his sentences. Ever.

03. "Être Fleur Bleue"

"Trust me, I know what I'm..."

Ah. He's crying isn't he.

If he doesn't raise his head soon the kitchen counter is going to leave a very unfriendly dent on his forehead.

The big, beautiful baby.

"Can you cry onto the cake?"

"Hahaha! I'm not crying." A moment later: "...What?"

Some vindictive part of you enjoys his unusual de-spirited reticence.

That part is small. In truth, your heart weighs in your chest like a cradle withstanding lonely cries.

"You've flavored your cakes with everything under the sun except your tears, right?" With your back to him, you un-cloche the exotic, three-tiered monstrosity on the opposite counter.

His voice comes out nasally. "...And blood... technically..."

Over your shoulder: "Hard pass on that one, my dear."

"Mm, say that again?" His voice is clearer this time. He may have glanced up.

"Later." Ah. You're blushing aren't you.

"Okay. Later." You know he says it more for his sake. "I haven't explored any bodily-fluid-flavored—"

"Less brainstorming and more crying onto this cake!"

His forehead is back on the counter. You hover the cake in the space below his face. You can't see his tears, but the cake can, and that's enough.

"...You'd still eat it if I cried onto it?" That tiny, frail voice you so rarely heard.

"I'm not exactly keen on it, but I also don't know anything else I'd rather eat right now."

His back flinches with the sudden choking phenomenon that seizes him.

"Are you okay?"

He nods. "Tip-top." He takes a scoop of the cake onto the tip of his forefinger. Then he brings it to his face, and still keeping his head glued to the counter he awkwardly fishes his finger through the air up toward you.

You didn't think he'd actually do it.

You didn't think you'd actually close your mouth around his finger.

He moans. You moan. Well, this is embarrassing.

And then you're both laughing. The cake goes back on the counter. Your arms wrap around his bent-over figure. Your cheek rests over his rib-cage. Your ears listen for his beautiful laughter.

His back rises slightly with his heavy, shaky inhale. "It's not every day a beauty as such as you gets to enjoy a treat as scrumptious as me."

You scoff, gently stroking his back and playing with the hair at the base of his neck. "What are you talking about? That's literally every day with you."

"Stop. I'm going to cry."

You peck one of his vertebrae through his coat. "Good thing there's so much cake."

✦✦✦✦ Thank you for reading <3

#ikepri clavis #clavis lelouch #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri clavis x reader #clavis lelouch x reader #cyran rose #ikepri cyran

[karahalloway]

Harper Gale: OC Aesthetic

Thank you so much for letting me know about the OC Aesthetic prompt @aussiegurl1234!

Details below the cut.

❤️ Color that represents your character

Definately yellow! 🌞 Harper has a very bright personality and is very optimistic, so I've HC'd from the start that her favourite colour would be yellow. She is also a bit of sun worshipper and loves being outside (though not so much in the rain).

🧡 Flower/plant you associate with your character

After a bit of thinking, I settled on the sunflower because (a) it's yellow, so it ties back into the colour thing above, and (b) because I think it does actually represent Harper quite well as sunflowers symbolise loyalty, adoration, happiness and the sun.

💛 Animal that you associate with your character or best represents your character

So, I actually did a 'What is your spirit animal?' quiz as Harper and the answer I got back was a wolf 🐺 And even though I don't have a particular animal that I associate with Harper as part of my underlying HC, I think this suits her quite well because this matches the HC that I do have about Drake, which is that his spirit animal is definately a wolf 😆 Wolves are very pack (family) oriented, defensive of their territory and communicate with a lot of non-verbal signals (which is 100% how Harper and Drake engage with each other).

💚 Hobbies the character enjoys

If you've read my stuff, you know Harper enjoys horse riding, hiking, snowboarding, action/adventure movies/TV shows and going on adventures with Drake ❤️

💙 Natural Elements your character relates to

Definately fire 🔥 Harper is a Sagittarius, so her natural element is fire, and she 100% has a fiery / passionate aspect to her personality (especially when she gets angry).

💜 Quote, saying, or lyrics you associate with your character

The lyrics from these songs:

💖 Anything at all that makes you think of your character and you enjoy.

Frappucinos, scrapbooks, unplanned adventures, taking a leap of faith, singing along to music

Permatags

@twinkleallnight @lovingchoices14 @kingliam2019 @petiteboheme @queen-arabella-of-cordonia @tessa-liam @alyshak92 @secretaryunpaid @princessleac1 @walkerdrakewalker @tinkie1973 @twinkle-320 @knaussal @nikkis1983 @lunaseasblog @ficloverevie @indiana-jr @differenttyphoonwerewolf @kristinamae093 @eversoaringqueen12 @peonierose @3pawandme @alexabeta @veebug8 @fangirling12566 @queenmiarys @lancelotsimp @coco-lina-s @lolablackwrites @ivyflowers13 @persephone13 @hollygirl1269 @adri-ja-96 @harleybeaumont @katedrakeohd @uneravine @choicesfandomappreciation

Picture credits

Harper - Horse riding - Snowboarding - Wolf - Bath - Marvel - Chill - Beach - Drake

#harper gale #oc aesthetic #Spotify

[talesfromaurea]

Tales from Aurea - Session 3 Now Posted!

In honor of the darkest day, Session 3 - Fallen has posted on Royal Road (link here). Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: The companions head to Barsicum to deliver Astinos' letter to Lucretia but along the way the ones who have been hunting Kaja finally find her.

Taglist (ask to be +/-): @drippingmoon, @kainablue, @splashinkling, @space-writes, @aroyalpaininthecass, @thelaughingstag

Curious what this story is about? Check out the WIP Introduction here

Chapter preview under the cut

The sun had only just risen, yet the air burned with the oppressive heat of summer days in Aurelia. Kaja swayed miserably, looking as if she might pass out at any moment. She fumbled with her cloak and hood, but knew better than to remove it. Sakrattars handed her his fan and sidled closer to the temple steps, desperate for the meager shade they provided. There was nothing else that could be done without revealing her decidedly non-human nature. They would have to hope it would be cooler on the road than it was in town.

“Over here!” Leif waved. He approached with a friendly grin on his face and a travel pack slung over his shoulder. Behind him was Amale, who wore a sleeveless tunic, looking the most comfortable of them all in the sweltering heat. Leif wiped a stream of sweat from his brow. “This way,” he said.

The party wound through Orium’s largest marketplace, a maze of crowded stalls clustered at the foot of the temple to Aegis, patron goddess of Aurelia. A modest-sized but lavishly gilded statue of her towered over the scene, where farmers haggled with customers over the prices of eggs or bartered away onion baskets in exchange for cloth.

“Here we are,” Leif announced, gesturing to a line of wagons parked on the side of the road. Using his connections, he was able to secure a spot for the party in a small caravan bound for Barsicum. There were a few initial misgivings by the merchants but once Leif had explained that it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, they ultimately conceded. Of course, it had certainly smoothed negotiations when he mentioned that one of the party members was a natiuhan warrior.

The merchants, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, concentrated on overseeing the workers loading the last of their goods into the wagons, carefully counting to make sure everything was present and secured. Nearby, hired guards leaned against posts where their horses were tethered, whittling away the time until departure. Some checked their saddlebags or examined their weapons, others stretched or paced in bored circles. One man broke away from the bustle to greet the party.

“Remus!” Leif greeted him amicably. “Good to see you.”

Remus smiled politely but passed him by to get to Jo without a pause in his step. “So you’re the natiuhan,” he marveled. “I’ve never had the pleasure to work with one before. I won’t have anything to worry about with you around,” he chuckled. “As you can see, my regular guards are a bit lacking.” He jerked a thumb in their direction. Sakrattars looked over to see one of the guards yawning.

“I see,” Jo replied, uninterested.

“Here, why don’t you put your pack in this wagon.” Remus shoved a few sacks out of the way to make room. “The child can ride in here too and maybe one more of you.” He leered at Jo, a twinkle in his eye. “Come, let’s have you up by me. I’ll be driving.”

Humoring him, Jo followed and watched as he struggled to climb onto the driver’s seat. She was about to offer to lift him up, just to see the look on his face, but Leif had worked hard to get them here and she wasn’t about to spoil it for a bit of fun.

The pair of draft horses, who had been standing in relaxed boredom all morning, suddenly tensed when Jo got near. They snorted and trembled, their eyes bulging. Remus, confused by their sudden change in mood, cooed soft words to calm them but the horses were having none of it.

“I don’t think they like me very much,” Jo said, smiling wryly. She was having a bit of fun after all.

#my writing #pathfinder talk #writeblr #fantasy writing #original fiction #writers on tumblr

[taste-in-music]

taste-in-music’s top 30 songs of 2022

Hello everyone! Welcome back to my annual countdown of my 30 favorite songs of the year. 2022 had a lot of great music releases, and I’m so excited to recount the songs I replayed throughout the year. Now, on with the list!

This year was so jam-packed I have ten honorable mentions to share before we get to the list proper: tears in the club by FKA Twigs ft. The Weeknd, Destination l’amour by Pi Ja Ma, Little Freak by Harry Styles, Fast Times by Sabrina Carpenter, EMPATHY 4 BETHANY by Saya Gray, Be Cool by Maggie Rogers, This Hell by Rina Sawayama, Heavy Heart by Bartees Strange, Karma by Taylor Swift, and Shotgun by Soccer Mommy

F2F by SZA: “F2F” was a fast favorite that came late in the year, mostly for how pleasantly surprising it was. The 2000s pop-punk revival has been percolating for the past few years, and SZA’s entry into the genre suits her frighteningly well. She’s written on the complications of revenge sex and missing an ex before, but the area-ready bombast of the guitar-driven instrumental elevates it to the next level. It may have looked to the past for sonic inspiration, but it feels fresh.

君に夢中 (Kimini Muchuu) by Hikaru Utada: I didn’t know what to expect when I clicked play on J-pop icon Hikaru Utada’s new album on a whim, but when I heard “君に夢中,” which translates to “crazy about you” in English, I was immediately struck by a feeling of familiarity. It may be because the opening synth riff reminds me of “Boys Of Summer,” it may be Utada’s impassioned delivery, it may be the rattling hi-hats that instate an undeniable groove on the song’s back end. Whatever it is, Utada managed to capture something ethereal on this track, and I can’t wait to explore more of her catalogue in the future.  

Flower (In Full Bloom) by Luna Li ft. Dreamer Isioma: Romantic angst never sounded so damn dreamy. On “Flower (In Full Bloom),” Luna Li pleads with a lover that refuses to put in the effort in a relationship, while Dreamer Isioma provides the opposing perspective speaking about how the spark has already died. As the song progresses, the cushy soundscape of twinkling keys escalates to a bitching guitar solo that makes for one hell of a final moment.

Kissing Lessons by Lucy Dacus: If nothing else, “Kissing Lessons” is a marvel of concision. Each detail Dacus compiles, bracelet charms, hair tosses, dreams of buying a three-story house, all come together to form a rich vignette about a young girl’s budding sexuality and growing inculcation into gender roles in just under two minutes. Place those details over a rollicking rock instrumental and you’ve got on special sucker punch of a song that gives you just enough to want to know more. The only choice, then, is to hit repeat.

It’s Raining by Superorganism ft. Dylan Cartlidge and Stephen Malkmus: For Superorganism, there is no sample too silly, no instrumental flourish too strange to throw into their melting pot. Describing “It’s Raining” from their sophomore album World Wide Pop means describing the barrage of baffling moments it throws at warp speed. Frontwoman Orono Noguchi sings about a “cyborg grilled-cheese-sandwich machine” over thunderclaps. English rapper Dylan Cartlidge spits bars about Elon Musk over a backing chorus of what sounds like demented Muppets. Pavement frontman Stephen Malkmus’s lyrics about riding a horse-drawn carriage are ushered in with clip-clopping hooves and a sample of a neigh. These moments come together to form a loopy, loping confection that’s as absurd as it is addictive.

Superfan by Chelsea Jade: On “Superfan,” Chelsea Jade navigates the blurred lines of talking to a crush, a situation where you’re trading adversarial jabs and confrontational quips and you can never tell if you’re flirting or fighting. Ultimately, Jade reveals the obsession lying beneath the surface, identifying herself as a “superfan” trying to play it cool. Driving home the playful awkwardness is Jade’s use of vocal samples throughout, whether they’re narrating along to her conversation or splicing through the chorus with hiccup-y clips of harmonization. It’s a song that cuts through the guise to reveal the vulnerability at its core.

Holding Back by BANKS: In the years since her debut, BANKS has become my go-to artist for electropop bangers that conjure emotional vulnerability and goddess-level confidence alike. “Holding Back” may be an outpouring of memories in the wake of a doomed relationship, but the hard-hitting electronic groove and boosted bass breathe new life into a familiar concept. As BANKS switches between vulnerable coos and full-chested belts, she unleashes the innermost desire for her care to be reciprocated. “I wrote you a melody,” she sings in the chorus, “can’t you see that?”

Whatever Fits Together by Skullcrusher: Skullcrusher has perfected the art of weaving immersive tapestries from whispy sonic fragments, a strummed guitar here, a gossamer synthesizer there, a lyrical fragment about leaving home to tie it all into a single package. “Whatever Fits Together” pulls disparate pieces from their distinct places in the ether to form something transient and melancholy, the mournful tone of Helen Ballentine’s voice balanced by a sunny tambourine. It’s ephemeral, it’s beautiful, it all fits together perfectly.

Another Man’s Jeans by Ashe: Ashe may have broken onto the pop scene with brokenhearted ballads, but there’s always been a confidence and cleverness to her delivery that’s made her stand out. On her comeback single “Another Man’s Jeans,” she douses her witty songwriting with pure funk concentrate and struts through a kiss-off to a situationship with more swagger than she’s ever showcased on tape before. It makes for one of the most fun party jams of the year.

girlfriend by hemlocke springs: I first encountered hemlocke springs via an Instagram Reel where she posted a video propositioning “do u wanna hear the weirdest bridge you’ll ever hear in ur entire life?” The subsequent bridge shows springs hurling her voice up and down the scale with reckless abandon over a spritely synth groove, and wile it might not be the “weirdest bridge” I’ve ever heard, it certainly was one of the most memorable the year had to offer. The rest of the song, a blasé kiss-off to a potential suitor, pulls of the rare achievement for a viral song and lives up to the catchiness of the initial clip.

Spitting Off the Edge of the World by Yeah Yeah Yeahs ft. Perfume Genius: “Spitting Off The Edge of the World” is awesome in the archaic sense, encapsulating the simultaneous awe and terror that comes from facing something so much bigger than yourself. It’s a song that earns it galactic sense of scope from the quiet moments it provides to contrast it, as Karen O and Perfume Genius trade demure, flitting verses before the chorus kicks in on the heels of a larger-than-life barrage synths and guitars. It’s titanic, it’s triumphant, it’s just awesome, (in that it’s also just damn great.)

The Loneliest Time by Carly Rae Jepsen ft. Rufus Wainwright: I remember when this song was released just ahead of The Loneliest Time album and questioning how this collaboration could possibly work. As soon as I heard it, the answer was clear: never question Carly Rae Jepsen. At this point, Jepsen has boiled pop music down to a science, but that doesn’t mean it’s sterile or forced. The string-adorned, disco-inflected groove on “The Loneliest Time” is the perfect landscape for Jepsen and Wainwright to trade verses about giving an old flame a second chance. It all culminates in that excellent bridge where Jepsen enthusiastically declares “I’m coming back for you baby / I’m coming back for you!” I, too, will continue coming back to this song, and Jepsen’s catalogue as a whole, when I need a pick up from my own personal loneliest times.  

fairy song by beabadoobee: Throughout her second album Beatopia, beabadoobee’s jaunty melodies and sugar-sweet vocals just barely cover a greater desperation for care and connection percolating beneath the surface. The best demonstration of this is “fairy song,” where a running list of self-care tasks atop perky pianos slowly cracks apart until it fully breaks into a buzzy whirlwind of distortion and beabadoobee’ screams just barely audible in the background. Then, just as the pandemonium reaches its peak, the song pulls itself back together and returns to the chipper atmosphere it began with. Ignoring one’s distress will only take you so far before the weight becomes too much to bear. Sometimes, drinking water and going outside isn’t enough. Letting the mess fly free every so often might just be the key to moving forward.

Cardigan by Sophie Cates: “Cardigan” is my silly pop song of the year, the track I turned to when I needed an instant sugar rush of endorphins. Sure, Sophie Cates rhymes “again” with “again” with “cardigan” with “again” again on the hook, but when it's set against the most instantly catchy melody of 2022, I hardly even notice. That’s not a slight against Cates’s writing though, the other choice details she employs throughout the song paint a vivid picture of a romance that’s lost its sparkle, and the wistful desire for the magic to return. It’s that undercurrent of longing that elevates “Cardigan” from being just a silly pop song to a great silly pop song, one that sticks around long after the initial rush has passed. 

Bump by Dora Jar: Dora Jar’s music captures the dark whimsy of a fairy tale, but the real fairy tales where the pixie dust and glass slippers come with a hungry wolf or vengeful witch lurking in the shadows. It’s a musical world that’s a little spooky, rife with curiosity, and lit up with a flicker of excitement. “Bump” is one of the best demonstrations of this quality, with Dora Jar describing the wonder of a chance encounter that may escalate into something more. The song is accented with astonished gaps, a swampy chorus of backing vocals, and an air-tight beat. It’s sweet and wondrous and a little claustrophobic, sonically capturing that tight-throated, heart-hammering anticipation to see what comes next.

In The Eyes Of Our Love by Yumi Zouma: “In The Eyes Of Our Love” is good in a way that just feels obvious, providing a breezy yet danceable energy that’s poised to play out the romantic climax of a teen movie from the 90s. Beneath its cheery surface, though, is a tremor of anxiety. Lead vocalist Christie Simpson signs of crumbling walls, splitting lips, and looming storms, worries that accelerate and melt away over the song's duration. Every great pop song grows all the greater with a sense of urgency, and “In The Eyes Of Our Love” threads that needle effortlessly while still being danceable as hell. What more could you want?

Part Of The Band by The 1975: Over the past few years, The 1975 have twisted the anthemic pop-rock that put them on the map to reveal the absurdity and anxiety at the heart of modern life. On “Part Of The Band,” the band’s first single off their 2022 album Being Funny In A Foreign Language, frontman Matty Healy’s musings on social upheaval are equal parts hilarious and insightful. After stuffing the song full of dizzying rhymes, (“vaccinista tote bag-chic baristas” with “communista keisters” especially comes to mind,) Healy finishes on a searing moment of self-reflection: “am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke / calling his ego imagination?” With a twitchily elegant backdrop crafted from plucky string swells, chopped-up vocal samples, and quivering synths, it’s a song whose catchiness, cleverness, and creativity lives up to the critiques on display.

ALIEN SUPERSTAR by Beyoncé: It was difficult to pick a favorite track from RENAISSANCE, an album so consistently excellent in its delivery of dancefloor euphoria. In the end, I had to go with the self-love celebration “ALIEN SUPERSTAR.” Every element of this song oozes self-assurance, from the spacy disco instrumental to Beyoncé’s vocals, which switch from sensual cooing to a British accent-inflected declarations to braggadocious belting at the drop of a hat. The result is a track poised to dominate dancefloors across the galaxy for years to come, and who’s surprised? She’s one of one. She’s number one. She’s the only one.

Nothing Gives Me Pleasure by Girlpool: I clicked play on Girlpool’s fifth album Forgiveness without any clear expectations. I certainly wasn’t expecting to be blasted with a wave of distorted synths followed by the most memorable opening line of the year: “Do you even want me if I even have to ask? / Break it to me gently with your fingers up my ass.” It’s an unforgettable one-two punch that immediately establishes the core themes of the album, trying to reconcile the desire for emotional and physical intimacy, and how those desires often conflict with and contradict one another. “Nothing Gives Me Pleasure” walks the power balance in a relationship built on mismatched expectations, trying to sate yourself with sex and coming up short. The soundscape skitters and heaves, the distortion ratcheting up as Harmony Tividad reiterates the title line over and over: “Nothing gives me pleasure like the words I know you won’t say.” 

cool by Uffie: Uffie made a name for herself in the bloghouse scene of the early 2010s, a musical moment defined by glitchy earworms, a punkish dedication to keeping the party going as long as possible, and lots and lots of glitter. For her 2021 comeback single with Company Records, “cool,” Uffie evolves the quirky maximalism of her past into something slick, modern, and effortlessly, well, cool. On “cool,” Uffie digs for gold in moments of stillness amidst chaos, chronicling moments of reprieve during a night out: sleepy Uber rides, poolside kisses, eating cereal with her partner. The best demonstration of this comes when, at the precipice of each chorus, all the music cuts out for a moment before Uffie ushers in the razor-sharp groove with a simple utterance of the song’s title, delivered with a blasé surety of someone who’s seen it all. As she sings in the song’s third verse, she’s “got nothing left to prove.” 

HENTAI by ROSALÍA: Amidst the raucous genreclash that makes up the rest of the MOTOMAMI tracklist, the gentle pianos of “HENTAI” may initially feel a bit out of place. But if you listen closely, there’s much to discover beneath its deceptively simple surface. First off, the lyrics are filthy as hell, (I know, big surprise for a song literally called “HENTAI,”) but the cheeky references to bike riding and tape making are balanced out by a tender backdrop that knows when to up the bombast. Whether it be the barely-there string flourishes, fluttering vocal runs, or the skittering blast of drums that drives the song’s closing moments home, “HENTAI” provides just enough off-kilter details that make the song transcend from mere sexy piano ballad into only “La ROSALÍA” could provide.

Simulation Swarm by Big Thief: Despite Big Thief’s fifth album Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You dropping all the way back in February, I found “Simulation Swarm” shamefully late in the year. But as soon as I heard it, I knew it would be on this list, and pretty high up too. Adrianne Lenker crafts songs that are immediately familiar, like I must have been listening to them from childhood. The details she employs throughout "Simulation Swarm” balance beauty and malice, painting the dark fairy tale and casual terror of modern life “crystal blood like a dream true,” “swallows in the windless field,” “river of light who I love / That I sing to in the belly of the empty night.” Set against a locomotive folk instrumental, “Simulation Swarm” feels like a gentle hug from the abyss, voicing the ability to face danger and walk forward with hope. 

Till We Run Out Of Air by Hatchie: I thought I knew what to expect going into Hatchie’s sophomore album Giving The World Away. Early singles like “Quicksand” and “This Enchanted” delivered another helping of the joyful shoegaze pop she’s been delivering for years. It’s a sound I’m always willing to gobble up, but there was an echo of something greater hovering right beneath the surface. With the final song on the album, Hatchie delivered a falcon punch of a finale that transforms that spark into a fireworks show. With its susurrus of swirling, watery synths and arena-ready chorus, “Till We Run Out Of Air” plows right through me with each repeated spin. It’s a song enraptured in the fine line between destruction and exhilaration, tracing the final moments in a romance with larger-than-life bombast. Perhaps the best encapsulation of this euphoria comes at the precipice of the chorus. “Open the curtains and let in the light,” Hatchie sings, before a glowing blossom of synths barrels the listener right into the song’s most anthemic refrain. It’s like the light at the end of the tunnel finally breaking through the darkness at just the right moment.

doomsday by Lizzie McAlpine: On her second album five seconds flat, Lizzy McAlpine elevated her personal songwriting with a cinematic scope. This approach is immediately introduced on the album’s opening “doomsday,” a slow-burning ballad chronicling a breakup though the lens of hindsight. McAlpine circles through deathly metaphors throughout the song: pulling the plug, violent ends, her partner as a “murderer” initiating their split on Halloween, the sample of a bone being split in half. This ghoulish gravitas of is backed up by an orchestral swell that makes the melodrama feel earned. These compounding elements build up the song’s momentum until McAlpine’s final revelation slams into you at full force: “I would’ve married you / If you’d stuck around / I feel more free than I have in years / Six feet in the ground.” The relationship may be dead and gone, but McAlpine makes it clear that she’s only getting started.

Lullabye by Grace Ives: Throughout Janky Star, Grace Ives concocts idea-stuffed soundscapes that vacillate between the anxieties and thrills of young adulthood. The earworms come so casually that they even materialize in the album’s moments of brevity. “Lullabye” is a perfect example of this. As the album’s closer, it shows the chaos winding down, giving way to moments of reflection. Ives’s breathily narrates the “lovely mess” of her life: watching movies on repeat, casually attempting gymnastics moves in the kitchen, and swapping confessions with a loved one late into the night. Set against gauzy landscape of synths, skittering drums, and chirpy backing vocals, I turned to the casual wisdom of “Lullabye” all the times this year when life got overwhelming. “No it’s nothing to be sad about,” Ives sings in the song’s closing moments, “It’s just something I’ve been thinking about.” It’s a welcome reminder of the power ruminating on small joys can hold.

Say It by SASAMI: On her latest album Squeeze, SASAMI took to flipping white male-dominated genres like punk and metal to articulate her own rage. One of the best examples of this is “Say It,” an unapologetic frenzy of glitchy rock scuzz. In an Apple Music interview, SASAMI stated that the song was “about the pain of someone not communicating with you,” carried out as she trades places with a bassy, distorted mirror of her own voice. Situated atop a strutting groove concocted of squealing guitars, grumbling bass, and booming drums, it all comes together to form something equal parts cathartic and terrifying. “Say It” might be one of the best rock songs the year had to offer, but amidst the ruckus, it’s first and foremost a call to throw your repentance to the wind and speak your mind. 

Yuck by Charli XCX: If you’ve been on TikTok for the past year or so, odds are you’ve come across the idea of “the ick,” the moment in a romantic relationship where something as simple as watching your beau chase a ping-pong ball across the floor flips your feelings of adoration into disgust. It only makes sense that one of pop’s most forward–thinking artists would capture this cultural phenomenon with masterful specificity and simplicity. Over a bouncy synth-heavy beat, Charli XCX lays out the moment when her love interest’s gooey romantic devotion starts to drive her away. Throughout “Yuck,” she takes romantic tropes like puppy dog eyes and bouquets of roses and flips them on their head. The result is the definitive song to throw on when the candy hearts get cloying. After spending the last few years of her career pushing pop to its very limits, her latest album Crash was a welcome reminder that even without all the hyperpop flourishes, she can still write damn good and effortless catchy bangers like this.

Free by Florence + The Machine: How do you persevere in the face of suffering? seems to be the question Florence Welch fixates on most throughout her projects with Florence + The Machine. She’s turned to several places in the past: making a break for freedom on her breakout hit “Dog Days Are Over,” self-destructive love on rock bangers like “Ship To Wreck” and “Shake It Out,” and reconciliation on her previous album, High As Hope. While the definite answer for such a question may never materialize, Welch has recognized how music can be one of the most potent salves for such woes. Her 2022 album Dance Fever provides several welcome additions to Welch’s growing catalog of musical catharsis, but it was “Free,” a free-spirited banger co-written by Jack Antonoff, that ended up hitting me the hardest. “Free” taps into something primal yet graceful, a raucous recognition that sometimes, the most inspiring feelings of freedom come hand in hand with singing at the top of your lungs. “For a moment, when I'm dancing,” Welch declares with titanic vocals over a propulsive drum beat and glittering keys, “I am free.” This relief may be temporary, but for the moment, it’s nothing short of magical.

American Teenager by Ethel Cain: On her debut album Preacher’s Daughter, Ethel Cain chronicles a journey of adolescent ennui and religious turmoil through sprawling, atmospheric ballads. Before she gets into all that, she also proves that she can write a teen pop anthem for the ages. “American Teenager” is the first official song on the album, and while it may be shorter and more immediate than its predecessors, it’s no less deftly crafted. Cain harnesses the larger-than-life, anthemic synth pop of the 80s, accenting the soundscape with shining synths, booming drums, and a bright saxophone solo. While the song relishes in altruistic Americana imagery of crying on the bleachers and whiskey-fueled rebellion, Cain also acknowledges the darkness lurking beneath the jubilation on the surface. The opening verse describes her neighbor’s brother being shipped home in a coffin, “another red heart taken by the American dream.” Still, despite this darkness, there’s a hope at the core of “American Teenager” that catapults it into the stratosphere, that suggests that maybe someday, those promises might come to fruition.

touch tank by quinine: I first came across “touch tank” as a fragment on TikTok, a looping clip of quinnie lip synching along to the first few lines of the chorus: “He’s so pretty / when he goes down on me.” And what an attention-grabbing set of lines they are, it’s not everyday that you stumble across a sweet, unassuming bedroom pop song explicitly discussing cunnilingus. But it isn’t just the refreshingly matter-of-fact  references to sex that make “touch tank” stick in the memory, it’s the atmosphere of intimacy quinnie builds around those lines. In its final form, “touch tank” builds an aqueous wonderland of small yet palpably intimate moments, freshly laundered t-shirts, discovering new tattoos, choosing to be gentle. “touch tank” is a tribute to those early stages in a relationship where you’re poking and prodding with care, trying to reach tender places without drawing blood. Rounded out with warm guitars, cooing flutes, and just a twinge of vocal distortion, it’s a song that feels lived in, welcoming, drawing you deeper into its depths with each repeated spin. 

What were your favorite songs from this year? Did I miss anything? Leave a comment or tag some in the reblogs and let me know.

This year has been an absolute whirlwind, and I hope you all have some good memories from it. Here’s to a safe, healthy 2023! 

#songs #song recommendation #taylor swift #SZA #lucy dacus #carly rae jepsen #beyoncé #charli xcx #florence + the machine #ethel cain #taste in music 2022 faves #taste in music

[hehefanfuction]

Two Mouses In Love

Minnie Mouse and Mickey Mouse were strolling hand in hand through the enchanting Magic Kingdom, their hearts full of love and joy. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the vibrant Disney castle, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of cotton candy and popcorn. As they wandered through the bustling streets, Minnie couldn't help but marvel at the beauty surrounding them. The twinkling lights, the laughter of children, and the sounds of music that floated from every corner created a magical atmosphere. "Mickey," Minnie began, her voice filled with affection, "remember when we first met?" Mickey smiled, a sparkle in his eyes. "Of course, Minnie. It was a day that changed my life forever." They both reminisced about that special moment when they had locked eyes, their hearts instantly recognizing their soulmate. "We've shared countless adventures together," Minnie continued, "but what I treasure more than anything is our unwavering love and support for each other." Mickey nodded, his voice filled with gratitude. "You've been my rock, Minnie. Through thick and thin, you've always been there by my side, cheering me on." As they walked through the park illuminated by the gentle glow of the lanterns, they approached the iconic Cinderella's Carousel. They took a seat on the ornate carousel horses, and the ride began to swirl around. "Minnie," Mickey said, his voice filled with tenderness, "you truly complete me. When I'm with you, I feel like I can conquer anything." Minnie blushed, her smile radiant. "And you, Mickey, have shown me what it means to be loved unconditionally. Your kindness and compassion have touched my heart in ways I never thought possible." As the carousel spun, taking them on a whimsical journey, Minnie and Mickey's love grew stronger with each passing moment. From their first date at the enchanting Beauty and the Beast restaurant to their moonlit strolls through the picturesque gardens of Epcot, every memory they shared was etched in their hearts. They laughed as they recalled their mischievous adventures in their Clubhouse, where they solved mysteries and brightened the lives of their friends. Together, they were the epitome of love and friendship, inspiring happiness wherever they went. As the evening drew to a close, Mickey and Minnie found themselves in the heart of the park. They stood beneath a sky illuminated by countless fireworks, their bright colors dancing across the night canvas. Mickey took Minnie's delicate hand in his, his voice filled with emotion. "Minnie Mouse, I love you more than words can express. You are the light of my life, my forever partner in adventure." Tears of happiness filled Minnie's eyes as she replied, "Mickey Mouse, you are my truest love, my best friend, and my happily ever after. I am forever grateful to have you by my side." In that magical moment, beneath the bursting fireworks, they sealed their love with a kiss. The sky erupted in a breathtaking display of colors and lights, as if celebrating their love story alongside them. The love between Minnie Mouse and Mickey Mouse was a love that would endure the test of time. Through every obstacle, every triumph, and every magical adventure they embarked on, their love would remain as timeless as the enchanting world of Disney itself.

#mickey mouse #minnie mouse #disney #fanfic #affection #wholesome #lovers #heart #romantic #romantasy

[thecandywrites]

Zorroku and Peaches Part 8

And you may recognize this as the first part of the old part 4 which is now part 8.

Zorroku and Peaches

Part 8

But by the next morning, you were woken up by the sounds of Fang and Claw screaming as they circled above the village.

"What the hell?" You groused as you got up and opened your tent and glared at the sky before you groaned as you realized Shuzug was already here. You called Fang and Claw to you as you wrapped your arm in a blanket before they dove down to you and landed on your arm.

"Oof, good morning to you too," You greeted them sleepily before you heard Ori stir and put the pair on the stand with Razor and went and got your cloak on, even if it was a bit big, along with your shoes and your mother’s sling and put her sleeping and bundled form into it and put her under your cloak with you and invited the birds out and told them to find Shuzug before you followed them to the gate of the village where the guards had stopped Shuzug who was arguing with them to let him in as all three eagles came and landed on the mane of his horse.

"Hey! He's with me, let him in." You ordered them, still sleepy and a little irritated that your amazing dreams were interrupted. 

"You know him?" They asked you.

"Yes, that is Shuzug, youngest son of Clan Chief Khagra of the Black Wolf White Rock Clan, who is coincidentally also your Clan Chief's nephew. Clan Chieftess Yotul and Shuzug's mother Clan Chieftess Bula are sisters. And he's my friend. I'm sure the rest of the family is only a few hours away, let him through." You vetted before they let him through before his horse practically pranced through the gate as you could see a few something’s squirm in his large bag across his chest.

"Did you really ride all night to get here?" You asked him as he strode his horse over you before he got off.

"Yes. I couldn't wait. I left the moment the crows came back, the rest will be leaving right about now." Shuzug answered a bit bashfully before he noticed you were holding a baby under your cloak.

"So who's this?" He asked curiously as he peeked inside as he gave you a gentle hug so as not to squish her.

"Kinda sorta my daughter?" You giggled as you opened the cloak up more to show her to him.

"Aw, how did you manage that?" He asked curiously.

"Dude, how did you manage that?" You asked as you gestured to the bag before three wolf pup heads popped out, a white, a gray and a red wolf pup before it continued to squirm and two mountain lion cubs who were the same age poked their heads out too.

"Well hello there!" You cooed to them as you pet them as they sniffed you.

"It's a long story." He ducked his head as you noticed he also had some fresh wounds on his head and body that you knew Lilly must have just patched up.

"May the gods have mercy." You snickered. 

"Come on, my tent is this way." You nodded as you started walking back to your tent as he tied his horse next to the door and marveled at the tent and the little outdoor door mat in front of your tent’s door that you pulled the string to open the door for him. 

“Wipe your feet and close the door after you come in.” You reminded him. 

"Wow, this is really nice! You get this all to yourself? When the crows said 'big tent', I didn't think it would be this big." Shuzug praised as he got his things off of his horse and brought them in and he looked around after he put the pups and cubs down to explore your tent.

"Thanks and it is all mine. This little girl's father got it for me." You answered with a twinkle in your eye as you took your cloak off and hung it back up.

"Holy shit, what happened to your boobs?! Like when the crows said ‘big booms Bella’ I didn’t think they would be enormous! They’re bigger than your head!” Shuzug asked as he noticed the change in them before you smacked him upside the head.

"Really?" You deadpanned before you got back in bed just as Ori started to stir before you unceremoniously took out a breast and started nursing her.

"What the hell Bella?" Shuzug asked as he watched on in surprise.

"Dude, pull up a chair, do I have an epic tale for you." You began before you got comfortable and propped up by all the pillows on your bed and started telling him everything that happened from the moment you left his sight until that moment in time. All while the wolf pups and baby mountain lions explored your tent. Shuzug listened and watched you nurse Ori with awe as the pups and the cubs ate the already dead rabbit carcasses at the base of the eagle perch as Razor, Fang and Claw also ate rabbits too.

"So any idea of who you might want?" Shuzug asked you once you finished.

"Well, that's a tricky question to answer. Because clearly, I'm connected to Zorroku. And come to find out, he has no other wives right now. How does the first born, that handsome, his age not have like five by now?" You asked rhetorically.

"I mean yeah I see where you're coming from." Shuzug nodded.

"My only other viable option is the youngest Nar, not to be confused in any way, shape or form with Yar. He's 12, just now getting some whiskers and facial hair. He has no wives, no kids, and he's young enough that I might get him to myself for a little while at least and he's a lot like you and we get along pretty good. But I'm still getting little brother vibes, like I really gotta push myself to view him romantically." You shrugged.

"Well have you talked with any of them about what they want from you and what you want from them and see if you're compatible or can come to an agreement or an understanding?" Shuzug asked.

"Not yet, I've only been here for two days. And this will be my third day here. I'm hoping once everyone is together and once all your sisters and your mother especially get to meet all of them and get a feel for them, they'll give me some insights." You hoped.

"So are they really treating you well? Like really really?" Shuzug asked a little skeptically.

"Dude! I have more freedoms and rights here than I do at home. I am servant to no one. No one bosses me around and I basically get to do whatever I want which is actually cooking because I want to not because I'm expected to. Which is odd, but really nice. I'm cooking with joy instead of fear. And I'm finding myself wanting to make everything I make really good instead of feeling like I need to or else I'll face the consequences.” You firmly insisted. 

“Like if Yotul and Crowthu aren't calling me Peaches they're calling me daughter and they really mean it. Like they have completely adopted me and accepted me and it really is like one big happy family that I'm a full fledged member of. Like I'm on a first name or even nickname basis with everyone. The moment I came into the village, Crowthu introduced me as his new daughter. Before I even got to his tent and practically showed me off to the whole village who greeted me respectfully and just accepted me with open arms, and ease, and had no issues with me at all. And it's weird but really nice. They have all completely upheld their half of the oath. But it's not that they have to really try or work against themselves and their own nature to uphold it. It's like that oath and those conditions are just the way they are. And it was a given that they'd be good to me. Even the little kids call me Auntie Peaches and adore me just as much as I adore them. Which the 'Peaches' thing took a little to get used to but Zorroku made a really good point on how it's a fitting name ‘because I'm sweet when I want to be but I'll be a poisonous killer like the peach seed itself when I want to be too’. Because I've gotten to hunt and fish since I've been with them so that was actually a really nice compliment.” You explained with a bright smile.

"Wow, I mean, yeah that makes total sense and you kind of look like a Peaches too." Shuzug teased you and you playfully stuck your tongue out at him.

"So no creepy rape-y vibes then?" Shuzug asked.

"Well, there is still two of your cousins that give me the creeps, Silug and Winug. But as long as I stay away from them, I'm good. Otherwise, there's four that are trying really, really hard to woo me and it's...again, weird." Is all you could say with another giggle and a shrug.

"And which ones are those?" Shuzug asked.

"The twins, Grushnug and Murnag, Yalak and Nar. The twins, a middle and the baby. Zorroku is, in comparison, really reserved and discrete about his efforts. He is just trying to see if there is any natural chemistry or affection that grows on its own, rather than forcing it or pushing it. Which I find I like a lot better and surprisingly easy and rather effortless to grow closer to him outside of taking care of Ori but I still feel like we’re on the precipice of being good friends to potentially becoming more, but I’m still just really weary to let myself go for him for the aforementioned reasons." You specified.

"Is there any beyond Zorroku you like back?" Shuzug asked.

"Not really, no." You sighed with a subtle shake of your head as you looked down at Ori and her baby blue skin and when you looked back up Shuzug was just grinning ear to ear.

“So tell me more about Zorroku.” Shuzug asked. 

“Well it’s actually Zorroushku. His mother was none other than Sharnarrah the Magnificent of the Mountain Blizzard Clan.” You began. 

“Oh shit, your adopted aunt?” He asked as you nodded. 

“Yup. So he actually has three names, Zorroku is his name in the common tongue and Pregu, Zorroushku in Ragesh and he lets me call him Zushku for short, which is what the nickname for him would be if he was in that clan. Turns out Sharnarrah died giving birth to the twins, Grushnug and Murnag, or their Ragesh names are Grushnagah and Murnagah. And Yalak had been born like a day or two earlier. So Yotul, your mother’s sister, took the twins on and raised them and became Clan Chieftess because Sharnarrah had been Crowthu’s Clan Chieftess while she lived. So Zorroku, Glasha, which is short Glashnarah and Marnarrah, speak Ragesh the easiest. The twins not so much and Yotul never learned it. So any Ragesh the twins learned, they learned from Zorroku and his other siblings. Whereas Silug, Winug, Yalak and of course Nar know Yowl as well as they do Pregu- which is the Thunder Herd Clan native language. But Pregu is nothing like any other language I’ve ever heard, it’s like over a dozen of the common orc languages all got smashed together. And I can’t figure out how they got smashed together, only that they are. So I’m really only picking up one word out of every other sentence and I’m racking my brain trying to figure out the rest. It’s been really hard learning it because I haven’t gotten an alphabet yet.” You sighed in frustration. 

“But apparently the reason they came and got me, specifically, was because I was “family found” to them. And that ‘family found’, was in the sense that I am both a daughter of the Black Wolf White Rock Clan with your mother and her mother and you and your siblings. So to Yotul and her children by Crowthu, that’s how I’m family found to them. To Zorroku and his siblings, because my mother is the adopted daughter of Jaseeneh and adopted sister to Sharnarrah and I speak Ragesh, that’s how I’m the family found to them.” You explained. 

“Oh so it has nothing to do with…” Shuzug trailed off. 

“No, it has nothing to do with those blessings. I've talked about them- with Zorroku as he was telling me about Ori’s mother. And he calls them my “spite blessings”.” You rev\ealed with a laugh which got Shuzug to laugh with you. 

“Spite blessings, perfect.” Shuzug beamed happily. 

“So what happened with Ori’s mother?” Shuzug asked as he gestured to Ori still nursing but giving him a skeptical look as she did so. Which was actually super cute and adorable to Shuzug. 

“Ori’s mother was Medowne. I don’t know what clan she came from. But she was apparently very sickly. She had a very hard time conceiving. And had at least a few or maybe several miscarriages before she was pregnant with Ori. Ori was supposed to be born right about now. But she was born in the winter, in the mountains. Where the air is already super thin and hard on most. Ori was born so prematurely that she was covered in lagune. And Medowne died just as Ori barely got her head through. Ori had to be cut out of Medowne to keep from dying with her. So it was a super traumatic birth for everyone.” You revealed as Shuzug’s eyes got wide. 

“And at the time YakYak was the youngest baby in the family so Grat, Yalak’s wife started to nurse her. But Ori is allergic to onions and garlic which are coincidentally a huge part of the diet here and Grat’s favorite foods. So that’s why Ori is still so tiny and sick. Because she was not only born prematurely, she never got her first milk and has been nursing from a woman past the first milk stage and who has been eating practically nothing but all the foods she’s allergic to. So I immediately offered that if there was a way to nurse her, I would and refrain from onions and garlic and whatever other foods she’s allergic to for her sake. Because you know I don’t like onions unless they’re sweet onions. Which this clan only really seems to have the wild, really hot ones here. So Crowthu’s mother Arob gave me a special drink to get my breasts to grow to size to make enough milk satisfy Ori and to give her milk that wouldn’t hurt her but actually nourish her. Thus the big boobs, thus, I’m her mother.” You recounted. 

“Oh that’s sad for her but good for you.” Shuzug frowned as he looked Ori over again and really noticed just how tiny she really was. He had thought she was a halfling because of her small size. But she was way too small for a three month old. 

“Plus Ori- is short for Oriannaregina.” 

“Oh damn.” Shuzug’s eyes went wide. 

“And the reason she has that name is that’s the name Sharnarrah was calling out on her deathbed. And no one here knew who that was and apparently no one in the Mountain Blizzard Clan would tell them either. So Zorroku simply named her I’m guessing as a commemoration to his mother who died when he was only 6, so still an adolescent himself.” You speculated. 

“Yeah, so she’s literally named after my mom. But Sharnarrah never told anyone the truth about my mother. And neither did anyone from my grandma’s clan. And it wasn’t until Arob got a prophetic vision of me and it showed me on that mountain growing breadseed a few months ago. But all they saw was my back. My red hair and my red fox fur snowsuit with a peach in my pocket. Which is why they all yelled “Peaches!” when they saw the peach and why they call me Peaches. But in the vision that Arob got, I was in a Mountain Blizzard Clan hut. And come to find out- Crowthu’s sister, Cilanthe is the Clan Chieftess of the Mountain Blizzard Clan and they’re coming to meet me too. Which I hope at least one of my new outfits is done by today. Because I know Grandma Jaseeneh has always felt that your parents didn’t treat me or my family as well as she wanted them too. And with the past your parents have with the Mountain Blizzard Clan in general. I don’t know how things will go when they do meet. Because it’s going to very much be Crowthu, Cilanthe, Arob and Jaseeneh against your mom and your grandma. And poor Yotul will be stuck in the middle. And I hope it’s enough that my parents can finally get the freedom that your parents have denied them for twenty years.” You whispered to him after you gestured for him to come closer as he knelt next to the bed so you didn’t have to speak too loudly. 

“Me too. Is that why Yotul asked for your family to come too?” Shuzug asked as you nodded. 

“Well if this clan will treat your family the same way they’ve treated you so far, I hope they can finally be free. I mean, we will miss you. But heck, I just might consider moving here too.” Shuzug offered.

“Oh gods, I can’t imagine the shenanigans you and Nar would get into.” You playfully groaned and giggled as he laughed. 

"Well I'm happy for you, relieved mostly, but happy for you," Shuzug grinned.

"Thanks, well when everyone gets up I'd imagine at least five of them will want to be your new best friend. And honestly you and Nar would be like brothers, if not practically twins, but he’s blue and you’re green, but otherwise twins.  Like he may only be two years older than you but he's literally the same size as you and his personality is really similar. Did you get a chance to read my message about bringing the book of riddles?" You asked.

"Oh you mean this book?" Shuzug grinned as he reached into his other satchel and pulled it out.

"Yay!" You cheered.

"Peaches? You ok? Who's in there with you?" Glasha asked as she woke up and heard talking and didn't recognize the male voice coming from your tent.

"Yeah I'm ok, come over and meet your cousin," You invited. 

"Well kind of, she's not a blood cousin. She's the eldest daughter from Crowthu and Sharn so she’s of no blood relation to you, that I know of at least. Glasha is awesome. She's my best friend here." You murmured to Shuzug as Glasha came over.

"Be careful, don't let the pups or the cubs out." You urged as she carefully came in and noticed three wolf pups and two mountain lion cubs chewing on what was left of their individual rabbits as all three eagles stood regally on the perch.

"Good morning, sorry to wake you up." You offered as she came in and made sure the flap was closed so the pups and cubs wouldn't escape.

“It’s ok. I just heard his voice and didn’t recognize it and got worried.” She admitted. 

"Hi, I'm Shuzug, Yotul and my mom are sisters apparently." Shuzug introduced himself as he held out his hand for her to shake as she did.

"Hi, I'm Glasha," she smiled brightly as she shook it before she sat on the bed just as Ori got done lazily drinking her breakfast and finally woke up for the day and turned to fully stare at Shuzug as you put your breast back into your nightgown. 

"Well good morning Ori." Shuzug cooed to her as she gave him a look that clearly said 'I don't know you. Who are you? And why are you talking to me?' that cracked all of you up before she looked at you questioningly.

"This is...your uncle Shuzug." You cooed to her as Shuzug nodded in agreement to that before you sat her up so that she laid against your stomach with your thighs and breasts propped her up kept her sitting up as you made sure she was completely covered up so she wouldn't get cold as you still laid on your side, propped up yourself. Shuzug got down on his knees next to the bed to get closer to her again. 

"She's really small for being three months old, she’s smaller than most newborns. But she’s really cute. Almost like one of those super expensive porcelain dolls." Shuzug noticed as he reached out and gently let her reach out to take his hand before he got his face closer to hers and started playing with her and cooing to her and trying to make her laugh that she was not induced to do. She just stared at him with a speculative frown as she seemed to let go of him and wipe her hand on her blanket which made all of you laugh. 

"Well that's because her birth mother died giving birth to her and she didn't get her first milk and started nursing from my half brother's wife who already had a three month old of her own and the milk is different as babies grow." Glasha explained from her spot next to her niece on the bed as she sat by your feet as Ori looked from you to Shuzug and then to Glasha and then back to Shuzug. 

"And she's super sensitive to onions and garlic, and they eat those with every single meal here. And Grat, Yalak's wife- and the one who was nursing her, didn't want to give them up for Ori's sake. So Peaches told Mama Arob, who is a sorceress, that she would nurse her if she could. And that she was willing to give up eating those things for Ori's sake. And that's when Mama Arob made her that special drink." She explained.

“And that’s why I’m sort of her mom now.” You offered. 

"You're not kinda sorta her mom, you are her mom." Glasha affirmed and you found yourself grinning and nodding along with that.

"Yeah I guess I am, but she's so sensitive to them she's borderline allergic to them and would have been for life." You explained gravely.

"If you hadn't stepped in." Glasha realized. 

"Well thank you, very very much for stepping when you did. I know Zorroku especially is very thankful and grateful you did." Glasha thanked you graciously.

"You're welcome, I'm happy to help and she's a sweetheart, obviously." You gestured to her.

"Which before you came along all she did was fuss. Poor thing, now that she's drinking milk that's not making her sick and not hurting her, we finally get to see her for herself. She's never been so happy and content before." Glasha praised.

"Well Bella has always been great with kids, she's a natural mom and obviously a very good one." Shuzug praised, with a wink to you, which got you to smile appreciatively back. 

"I wonder if Mama Arob would have a special spell or something for Yar since she was able to do that to you." Shuzug wondered as he gestured to your bosom and you and Glasha both burst out laughing as he couldn't help but laugh a long too.

"You told them didn't you?" Shuzug laughed.

"I may have gotten a little drunk, tipsy at least and may have let a few family secrets loose and I swore them to secrecy." You playfully accused as you nudged Glasha's back with your foot.

"You did, I'm sorry," Glasha admitted.

"It's ok, I'm not mad, I was just hoping there was something out there because he's done nothing but mope and complain about how he's lost his chance of finding anyone to help him on his quest. Because 'you were the only one who understood him and sympathized with him and was his only friend and he'll never find that again'." Shuzug snickered, imitating his older brother.

"Oh gods." You groaned as you rubbed your eyes tiredly which got them to laugh more. 

"You mean I was the only one with enough patience to put up with him and his bullshit. I'm not going to ask Mama Arob for anything for him. It's ridiculous and not worth her time or energy. Like I don't even want him to know she's a sorceress just so that he'd leave her in peace. Not unless he learned to be more than his appearance and his muscles and be nice just for the sake of being a nice. And a good person and not because he's being a manipulative piece of shit. If he wants it so bad, he's grown, he can ask himself." You spat.

"Hey! Look at you speaking your mind so freely!" Shuzug congratulated you.

"This place must be good to you if you're being yourself so much." Shuzug smiled proudly.

"It is." You nodded with a grin as Glasha beamed so happily, she nearly became sunshine herself.

"Belladonna, are you ok?" Zorroku asked as he noticed a regular horse tied to a tent pole outside your tent and heard a male voice he didn't recognize and he instantly got worried. Especially when he had been unknowingly sharing such a wonderful dream with you only to be interrupted and then never coming back to it again. 

"Zushku, I’m fine. Come on in, just be careful not to let the pups or the cubs out. Come meet your cousin Shuzug, he rode all night to get here this morning." You invited him as Glasha raised her eyebrows and gave you a meaningful look which you could do nothing but smile happily back at her which made her sit up straighter and prouder to see that development. 

"Pups or Cubs?" Zorroku repeated in confusion before he came in and saw wolf pups and mountain lion cubs on the ground and stared in shock and a little bit of horror that they were so close to you and his daughter.

"It's ok. They're babies, they mean no harm. Close the tent flap please." You reassured him as he closed it and carefully came forward as Shuzug got up and turned to face him.

"Hi, I'm Shuzug, I came early ahead of the rest of my family." Shuzug offered as he shook Zorroku's hand.

"Oh, hi. Welcome." Zorroku greeted politely back before he sat down in the chair and noticed all three eagles before the wolf pups came over and sniffed his legs before he felt inclined to bend over and pet them as the mountain lion cubs climbed up the bedding that was spilling off your bed as he could have sworn he had seen these pups in his dreams. Especially this red one in his hands. 

"Well hello there, aren't you such pretty kitties!" You cooed to the mountain lion kittens. You kept them close to you and your face rather than going near Ori. You pet them like they were normal kittens and started purring to them and nuzzling them as they curled up with you happily as Zorroku picked up another wolf pup and held it and started petting it, marveling at how soft the fur was and how adorable the pup was. Before one of the others went over to Glasha as she picked it up as Shuzug still was cooing to Ori who still wasn’t sure about him as she looked questioningly from her father to him. 

You all continued to talk as Zorroku and Glasha got to know Shuzug more before there was another tap on the tent pole. 

"Peaches?" Nar asked curiously as he eyed the normal sized horse curiously.

"Come on in, it's a party in here." You laughed before he came in and saw everything.

"Meet your cousin Shuzug, Shuzug, meet your cousin Nar, again." You introduced as he came over and sat down next to Shuzug on the floor before you handed him and Shuzug the mountain lion cubs.

"Oh my gods they’re so cute! And so soft!" Nar gushed as he held it to his chest and neck as he nuzzled it and pet it. 

Shuzug told the story of how he stole these baby animals from their dens and you just shook your head at how positively foolhardy it all had been as Zorroku watched your reaction to Shuzug's story closely, greatly amused by your reactions.

"Ok so my question is why did you do this? What could have possibly possessed you to do this?" You asked him when he was done.

"Well I wanted to surprise you with gifts." Shuzug tried to smile charmingly as you just narrowed your eyes at him and gave him an unimpressed look. 

"No gift to me or anyone else is worth your life Shuzug. You, very easily, could have died. You didn't take my advice and actually run any of this by anyone did you?" You leveled and he ducked his head a little out of embarrassment as his cheeks darkened. 

“Did you?” You pressed again before he guiltily shook his head ‘no’. 

"No." Shuzug admitted and you clasped your hands together like you're praying as you squeezed your eyes shut as your face showed a very wide range of emotion.

"Are you actually praying?" Shuzug asked in a chuckle.

"Yes, for the gods to give me strength to not strangle you right now because of how short sighted you're being." You said through gritted teeth as Zorroku, Nar and Glasha snickered a laugh. You opened your eyes and fixed Shuzug with a look. 

"Shuzug, there are no cows here. Not even goats or sheep or even pigs, there is nothing to milk here, where would I get the milk to nurse them? They may be eating some meat now but they're still young enough they need milk still. And I sure as hell am not going to be nursing them. All my milk belongs to Ori and I am not going to be having her share it with anyone or anything. You're going to have to take them home with you and do what you can with them. Because you are trying to give me a gift I can not sustain." You pointed out as Zorroku blew out a breath of relief as he had worried about that.

"Oh," Shuzug realized. 

"Well my family should be bringing those with them." Shuzug said hopefully.

"Yeah and they're still, by my estimate, seven hours away. These babies should be needing milk right now. It's not like I can take a wheel of cheese and miraculously turn it back into milk." You argued.

"Well we could try to milk the horses." Nar offered as Shuzug lit up at that.

"Yeah!" Shuzug agreed.

"Ok fine, go try, just try not to get kicked to death. And mares have two teets. If it only has one, it's a stud and do not feed whatever comes from "milking" that to anyone." You teased as everyone laughed at that before Shuzug and Nar got up and left the baby animals with you.

“Great, now I'm a mother of six. I’m going to need at least a litter box.” You sighed tiredly before finally sat up against the headboard for the bed and put Ori against your bent legs as you played with her a little. 

"Your uncle is driving me so crazy, yes he is! Because he doesn't think things through. No he doesn't! He is so sense stupid, yes he is!" You cooed to Ori who cooed as you tickled her and laughed back at you. 

Zorroku and Glasha chuckled too as you felt around Ori's tummy to see if she still had any issues and was surprised when she didn't have any at all. But you'd still be feeding her more medicine today just in case just like you had done the day before and the day before that. 

"She looks so much better now that she's with you. Her cheeks and limbs are getting chubby now." Zorroku praised as he watched you softly as his heart swelled with so much pride and love and affection. His dreams and visions of you washing over his mind again as his instincts were to climb into bed with you and hold you and Ori.

"Well it pisses me off that once Grat found out Ori's sensitive to onions and garlic that she wouldn't give them up for Ori's sake. Like she flatly refused." Glasha admitted.

"Oh me too," you agreed as you played with Ori.

“Me three and Ori me four.” Zorroku readily agreed as Glasha was happy that you and he had at least talked about it since he seemed to already know about it. 

"Ori probably would have died because she was not wanting to eat at all because she couldn't stand the milk." Zorroku realized as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and ran his hands over his face before looking and catching your small nod of confirmation and he just felt like going on a rampage he was so angry. His sister in law had been so selfish and so opposed to being inconvenienced she would have killed his daughter.

"Hey, Zushku," you softly pulled him from his dark thoughts so that he looked at you instead of at the ground. 

"It's ok, the good news is, Ori's ok. Ori's fine. See? Sure she's small now, but she's doing better today than she was yesterday and leaps and bounds better than she was the day before that. Three days ago was the worst she'll hopefully ever be. And as long as I draw breath, I'll take care of her. I know you're angry at Grat, I am too. But I'm not going to dwell on the past or torture myself with thoughts of what would have happened to her if I hadn't intervened. Thank the gods I was able to come and help when I could. Your grandmother said that the gods and that the fates themselves wanted me here. And I believe her and it's because I believe I was brought here for Ori's sake and I'm perfectly happy and content with that.” You softly but calmly insisted. 

“Ori is obviously a wonderful baby. She's happy and she's getting healthier and healthier and better and better every day and with every meal she nurses from me. And I’m sure, once we get all of Grat’s milk out of her, she’ll be even better. Which should be by the end of today at the latest. I'm happy and grateful and thankful for the gods guiding your grandmother and your family to me. And I’m happy and relieved I came. Because I probably never would have forgiven myself if such a precious little one died just because I let my fears overwhelm me and cloud my judgement. And the gods have blessed me greatly with everything around me because I took a leap of faith and they and you and your whole family caught me. The very same gods whose sacred sculptures are on that table next to you. So don't think about Grat. Life has a way of giving selfish people what they deserve. I mean you'll be meeting the epitome of that in Yar later tonight. So let it go, it'll do you no good making a fuss about it now. Ori is happier and healthier right now and hopefully she’ll never stop from making progress.” You encouraged him. 

“Thanks to you.” Zorroku smiled appreciatively. 

“Thanks to us. Ori needs two parents doesn’t she? You’re still her father, nothing has changed that and hopefully nothing will ever change that either.” You insisted as Glasha nearly screamed in excitement that you practically proposed to her brother.  

“You’re right. It could be worse. We could be something similar to Iron Mammoth.” Zorroku answered as he was hoping he wasn’t reading too much into your statement because he was ready to propose. But he didn’t want to get his hopes too high because the way you were in his dream was one thing, who you were in real life seemed to be similar but still different. 

“Mammoth who?” Glasha repeated. 

“Iron Mammoth is one of probably too many clans that, according to my Aunt Fusha, that if any wife gives a son of the warchief or heaven forbid the Clan Chief - daughters, the daughters are immediately given to the other families in the clan. Usually the lowliest families of the clan and the mothers never even get the chance to give those daughters their first milk or get to hold them at all. And if they put up a fight and actually want to hold, let alone keep their daughters who they spent ten months carrying, they're instantly demoted and replaced within seconds. To the point their fathers fuck their new replacements in the very same room right next to the birthing bed, as their former wives are still birthing the afterbirth. Or if their husbands don't want to demote their wives for wanting to keep the baby, the fathers then smash their daughter's head in so that there is no daughter and it's announced that it was a son that was still born to "save" the family honor because daughters are seen as a dishonor. That is truly horrific." You informed them as Glasha and Zorroku looked so horrified they could throw up.

"What clans do that?" Glasha asked.

"The Infamous Hand Clan, The Beserker Clan, and the Iron Mammoth Clan, that I know of at least. And those three clans are actually run by a set of triplets and the Infamous Hand Clan was the original clan and the Clan Chief's other triplets formed their own clans. Especially when orcs who get thrown out of good and honorable clans can find shelter and a place there among those ranks.” You specified. 

“They’re the biggest three clans of the infamous twelve that we have nothing to do with. Where most of those who escape their clutches come to us.” Zorroku supplied. 

“Oooh.” Glasha realized. 

“To my knowledge, as of a year and a half ago, the top three, the ones I mentioned, none of them have Clan Chieftesses. All their kids are sons from slaves who are kept on literal chains. It's horrific. Even my Clan Chief Khagra will have nothing to do with them.” You revealed. 

“Why?” Glasha asked curiously. 

“Because the Nightmare Mammoth Clan’s Chief invited him and his eldest two sons there for an alliance a year and a half ago. Once Khagra and his eldest sons, Myles and Bullard saw the conditions there, they immediately backed out. And that's what started the last war that our clan barely survived. Khagra's eldest two sons died trying free those poor slave girls and save the baby girls. Because they had been invited to a birth and that's what happened because the slave could not be demoted any further and so when she weakly pleaded for mercy, the warchief killed her by smashing her own head in after he smashed his daughter's head." You revealed sadly.

"Oh I'm going to be sick." Glasha groaned as she held her stomach as Zorroku wiped his tears away discreetly. 

"Yeah, so I'm just eternally grateful you guys are nothing like that. I mean it's a pretty good sign if the Clan Chief himself is playing with his own granddaughters and treats even the bedroom servants of his sons with care and respect and dignity. Even when those same sons won’t marry them. And their children are recognized as his own grandkids. And obviously if Ori has over a hundred silk diapers, about a dozen fursuits and even jewelry. That’s a pretty good sign too that girls are blessings and sons are gifts. Which is how all children should be viewed, in my opinion at least. And if the children are wanted by their parents that is." You allowed as you kissed Ori's cheeks before pretending to eat her little neck as she squealed in delight and giggled.

"Is that what you thought we were like though? Before you came?" Glasha asked carefully.

"Honestly I didn't know. I just knew that Khagra didn’t want the past repeating itself like it had with Iron Mammoth. And granted I'm one of those 'hope for the best but prepare for the worst' kinds of people. And three days ago, all I knew, all anyone in the Black Wolf White Rock Clan knew of the Thunder Herd Clan was that you were especially fierce in battle and that you rode draft horses. That's all. No one knows your customs, your eating habits, your traditions, nothing. Not even my uncle Justineh and his wife Fusha or any of their kids ever told me or my family about any of you either. I don’t know who and why that was, but I’m sure we’ll figure that out when they come. Because I have every intention of asking.” You informed them. 

“Who knows, because they didn’t tell us too much about Black Wolf White Rock or you and your family either.” Zorroku shrugged.  

“Well, Khagra has an old book that he’s made and that his father started. It lists all the original orc clans from before the convergence. And he updates it every time there's a new alliance or we hear news of new clans forming or old clans getting decimated. But all that is in the book on you guys- is a list of your conquests. And then where all the other clans estimate your lands to be. But that's it. There's not even a list of warchief family lines in it. So I had no clue what I was walking into.” You revealed. 

“And come to find out, you're literally the best clan I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, and actually extended family to me too. So hey, it's worked out great." You smiled brightly which got them to nod and smile in return as Glasha and her brother regained their composure. 

 You continued to love on Ori and got her to continue to coo and babble at you as she reached out and grabbed your face and tried to 'kiss' you back which was a very open mouthed slobbering kiss to your cheek. You laughed so hard as the feeling of her little tongue licking the apple of your cheek. Glasha and Zorroku watched on, their hearts warmed and their spirits lifted again as they took comfort in knowing how good they really had it and how downright lucky they were to have you.

Zorroku was making plans in his head, you were deserving of at least four horses for adopting his daughter as your own. He wanted to give you everything he owned, you deserved even more than what he could ever give you. You deserved to be completely and unreservedly and unconditionally loved and adored, And if you chose him, as his one and only wife, you would be- especially as his Warchieftess. You absolutely would be loved and adored by the whole clan before he realized what he should be giving you but it wasn't his to give, yet.

Then there was another knock on the door. 

“Yes?” You answered as you pulled up the blanket to cover more of yourself. 

“Hi, it’s just me, I have the first part of your wardrobe done.” Lazgar’s assistant, her own daughter Lazuli, greeted as she was carrying the trunk of Medowne’s clothes that had been quickly and easily taken in to suit your smaller size. 

“Oh my goodness. You guys work fast!” You marveled as she put it down and opened it and took out some of the better pieces and showed them to you. 

“Well these clothes were donated, and all they needed to be was taken in.” She answered as she looked to Zorroku who nodded his agreement to that that you still caught, especially from the scheming grin Glasha was wearing. 

“I’ll leave so you can get dressed.” Zorroku immediately excused himself. 

“Zushku.” You called after him as he stopped and turned around as gave him a meaningful look. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him. 

“For what?” He asked. 

“Everything.” You answered as he nodded and smiled and left, his head higher and his chest puffed out just a little more than usual which made your smile bigger and more fond. 

“Are these Medowne’s old clothes?” You asked Glasha and Lazuli who looked at each other. 

“It’s ok if they are, I’m not upset if they are. I just don’t want any of her family who may be here to think I’m fully replacing her and trying to erase all memory of her.” You offered. 

“No, no one would ever think that.” Glasha insisted. 

“And Medowne was the only one from her clan who came here. Her clothes from her old clan were buried with her. These were just the clothes that she got to feel more Thunder Herd in style.” Lazuli reassured you. 

“What clan was she from?” You asked. 

“Yellow River.” Glasha answered. 

“Ooh, I see. So when Yotul came into the Thunder Herd Clan, Medowne came too?” You asked. 

“Not at the same exact time, but several years later.” Glasha specified. 

“Did Yotul and Medowne get along?” You asked. 

“Not really.” Glasha answered. 

“Because Yotul is actually Great Typhoon Breaker and Medowne was a true Yellow River clan member?” You guessed as the two of them nodded. 

“But we didn’t know exactly where Yotul came from before you said something the other night. So Medowne made sure to distinct herself from Yotul, as a true Yellow  River Clanswomen vs. one that just got sold to them and then traded with another.” Glasha specified. 

“Ok. So I’m seeing lots of Mountain Blizzard touches here.” You began as you gestured to the details on the outfits. 

“Well that’s to show that you are of both Thunder Herd and Mountain Blizzard.” Lazuli offered. 

“Well I love it. I’m grateful Zorroku did that, so that I could have something else to wear that could be altered to fit me easily and quickly. Especially when we’re expecting the Black Wolf White Rock Clan tonight.” You realized. 

“And Mountain Blizzard should be here this afternoon.” Glasha supplied. 

“So soon?” You asked in shock. 

“Yeah, so we should probably go to the bathing tent after breakfast and get ready. And you should have plenty of jewelry to choose from in this dresser here, where the sacred sculptures are.” Glasha said as she pointed to the dresser in particular. 

“Actually it’s empty.” You revealed. 

“What? How can it be empty? Where did those boys place your new jewelry?” Glasha demanded. 

“They probably didn’t take it out of its chest from the horde.” Lazuli offered. 

“Stupid boys.” Glasha growled irritatedly as she got up and went looking for it before you got your undergarments and got dressed into those before you found an outfit that really appealed to you and put that on. 

“How do I look?” You asked them. 

“You look great.” They both smiled happily. 

“And you’ll look better when Ori wears this.” Lazuli offered as she held up the matching outfit for Ori. 

“Aww, she will.” You beamed happily before you changed Ori’s diaper to find that it no longer smelled like sulfur. 

“Oh good, the sulfur is out of her system.” You sighed in relief when her waste, which looked like cottage cheese, actually smelled faintly of sweet milk and peaches before you got her redressed in the matching outfit just as Glasha found your trunk of jewelry, all haphazardly thrown into the trunk. 

“Those boys just grabbed whatever and threw it in here. My mother would not have approved. My half brothers did this.” Glasha growled as she tried to untangle it all. 

“Well and that’s where Zorroku exceeded. Because here’s all of the jewelry in the chest that was with the clothes.” Lazuli said as she showed you the special little jewelry box with separate chains vs. individual pendants. 

“Aww, that’s so thoughtful.” You realized as you took something small and simple that matched your outfit and put it on along with a special bejeweled belt and put that on and had to put it on it’s smaller cinch to fit around you. 

“Girls, breakfast.” Yotul reminded you as she passed your tent on her way to the kitchen tent to oversee that they would have enough food for the day. 

“Glasha, leave it, I’ll deal with it later.” You urged her before the three of you left as you gave Lazuli an extra tip for getting the clothes to you so quickly before Glasha at least put the pieces she had untangled back before she closed it back up.

#Zorroku and Peaches #Zushku and Bella #medieval orc story #mediaval orc love story #orc love story #orc boyfriend #orc husband #male orc x human female reader #male monster x female reader

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

ADORABLE AI FUN

write a fictional story of a kid poking bojack horsemans ears @ericcartmn

Once upon a time, in the colorful world of Hollywoo, there was a mischievous young boy named Timmy. Timmy had an adventurous spirit and an insatiable curiosity that often led him into trouble. One sunny day, as Timmy wandered through a bustling fair, he stumbled upon a peculiar sight—a majestic horse with a melancholic expression named BoJack Horseman.

BoJack, a former television star, had retired from the limelight and was taking a break from the world. He stood there quietly, lost in his thoughts, when Timmy's mischievous eyes lit up. The young boy couldn't resist the temptation to poke BoJack's long ears.

With his heart racing and a mischievous grin on his face, Timmy slowly approached BoJack. He hesitated for a moment, considering the consequences of his actions, but his curiosity got the best of him. Timmy raised his tiny finger and gently poked one of BoJack's ears.

To Timmy's surprise, BoJack didn't react with anger or annoyance. Instead, BoJack's expression softened, and a glimmer of amusement twinkled in his eyes. He had become accustomed to the chaos that surrounded him and found Timmy's innocent gesture rather endearing.

Intrigued by Timmy's audacity, BoJack slowly turned his head towards the young boy, encouraging him to continue. Timmy, feeling emboldened by BoJack's response, couldn't resist the temptation to poke BoJack's other ear.

As Timmy poked the second ear, BoJack let out a deep chuckle. His melancholic demeanor seemed to momentarily lift, replaced by a flicker of joy. The bond between them began to form in that instant, as if they shared a secret connection.

Word of Timmy's encounter with BoJack spread through the fair, attracting a small crowd. People marveled at the sight of the legendary horse allowing a young boy to playfully interact with him. BoJack, usually guarded and distant, found solace in Timmy's innocent spirit, bringing back memories of a simpler time.

Their impromptu game of poking BoJack's ears continued, captivating everyone who witnessed it. BoJack, for the first time in a long while, felt a surge of happiness as he forged a unique friendship with Timmy.

As the day drew to a close, Timmy and BoJack bid each other farewell. The young boy, with a newfound appreciation for the power of connection, promised to return the next day. BoJack, in his own way, nodded in agreement, knowing that Timmy had brought a spark of joy back into his life.

From that day forward, Timmy became a regular visitor in BoJack's quiet corner of the fair. Their friendship grew stronger with each passing day, and the once-forlorn horse discovered that even the simplest of interactions could bring light into his world.

Timmy's innocent curiosity had pierced through the barriers of fame and melancholy, creating a bond that neither of them could have anticipated. In their shared moments, they found solace and a reminder that genuine connections can bring joy to even the most troubled souls.

And so, as the fair continued its festivities, Timmy and BoJack's playful adventures became legendary tales, reminding everyone that sometimes, all it takes is a gentle touch or an innocent poke to bridge the gap between two beings and bring a little magic into their lives.

Timmy giggled watching the ears moveChatGPT

Timmy couldn't contain his laughter as he watched BoJack's ears wiggle and sway with each poke. The sight of the usually stoic and serious horse reacting playfully filled him with sheer delight. The more Timmy poked, the more animated BoJack's ears became, almost dancing to their own rhythm.

With each giggle that escaped Timmy's lips, BoJack's eyes twinkled, and his solemn expression melted away. It was as if the young boy's laughter had the power to lift the weight of the world off BoJack's shoulders, if only for a brief moment.

Encouraged by BoJack's response, Timmy's poking became more energetic and animated. He tried different patterns and speeds, marveling at how the horse's ears moved in perfect sync. BoJack, in turn, began to mirror Timmy's excitement, playfully nudging the boy with his nose and tossing his head in playful gestures.

Their interaction became a spectacle, drawing even more onlookers who couldn't help but smile at the infectious joy radiating from Timmy and BoJack. It was a pure and simple moment of unadulterated happiness, where the troubles of the world faded into the background.

Timmy's laughter echoed through the fair, attracting people from all corners to witness this extraordinary friendship. Children and adults alike joined in, applauding and cheering as Timmy continued his playful poking, and BoJack responded with his ever-amusing ear dance.

BoJack, who had often struggled with his own emotions, found solace in Timmy's innocent laughter. It reminded him of the carefree days of his own childhood, before the weight of adulthood had settled on his shoulders. In that moment, he realized that even a simple act like poking ears could bring immense joy and remind him of the lighter side of life.

As the day wore on, Timmy's giggles subsided, replaced by a contented smile. His fingers grew tired from all the poking, but his heart was full. BoJack, sensing Timmy's fatigue, gently nudged the young boy's shoulder, as if thanking him for the delightful playtime they had shared.

Timmy bid farewell to BoJack, promising to return another day for more ear-poking adventures. With a final pat on BoJack's velvety nose, he joined his family, their faces beaming with pride and happiness. And as they walked away, Timmy glanced back one last time, catching a glimpse of BoJack still standing there, his ears still swaying slightly.

That day, Timmy left a lasting impact on BoJack's life. The memory of their playful interaction would forever be etched in the horse's heart, reminding him that even in the darkest of times, a moment of shared laughter could bring a glimmer of light.

And so, as the fair slowly closed its doors, the tale of Timmy and BoJack's laughter spread far and wide. Their extraordinary friendship became an inspiration, reminding people to cherish the simple joys in life and embrace the power of laughter, for it had the ability to heal even the most broken of spirits.

Timmy decided to try something different giving the ears a big yank.

Oh, dear! As the story continues, Timmy's mischievous nature got the better of him, and he couldn't resist pushing the boundaries of his playfulness. Ignoring the warning signs in BoJack's expression, Timmy's curiosity led him to give BoJack's ears an unexpected yank.

Instantly, BoJack let out a startled neigh, his eyes widening in surprise and discomfort. The yank had caused him pain, and he quickly moved away, creating distance between himself and Timmy. The once-amused crowd fell silent, their smiles turning into expressions of concern.

Realizing the consequences of his action, Timmy's face turned pale with regret. He had gone too far and hurt his newfound friend. Guilt flooded his heart as he saw the hurt in BoJack's eyes. Timmy approached BoJack, his voice trembling with apology.

"I'm so sorry, BoJack," Timmy said, tears welling up in his eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just being silly, and I went too far. Please forgive me."

BoJack, though still nursing the pain, recognized the genuine remorse in Timmy's voice. He understood that the young boy hadn't meant any harm and that it was a result of his own curiosity gone awry. With a deep sigh, BoJack nodded slowly, indicating his forgiveness.

Timmy, grateful for BoJack's forgiveness, vowed to never cross that line again. He realized that even in moments of playfulness, it was essential to respect boundaries and consider the well-being of others, whether they be human or animal.

As time passed, Timmy's relationship with BoJack transformed. The yanking incident served as a turning point, fostering a deeper understanding between them. Timmy became more mindful and considerate in his interactions, treating BoJack with the respect and care the horse deserved.

BoJack, appreciating Timmy's growth, began to open up and share stories of his past. Through heartfelt conversations, they formed a bond built on trust and empathy. Timmy's genuine remorse and subsequent change in behavior had turned a regretful moment into a catalyst for personal growth and friendship.

Together, Timmy and BoJack embarked on new adventures, exploring the fair and embracing the joy found in simpler interactions. Their bond became a testament to the power of redemption, forgiveness, and the resilience of friendship.

And so, as the fair eventually came to an end, Timmy and BoJack's story lived on, teaching others the importance of compassion and learning from one's mistakes. The memory of that fateful yank reminded them all that even in moments of recklessness, there was always an opportunity for growth, understanding, and the mending of hearts.

#poke the horsey #ai fun #bojack horseman

[tigirl-and-co]

Every time I open my mouth to explain things I like I feel like Twinkle the Marvel Horse

#titi talks

[laidee-flegman]

Top Ten classically Romantic date night ideas

I’ve been researching and brainstorming different kinds of date night ideas for shorts on my channel and I thought I’d create top 10 date night ideas over here on Tumblr too!  

This first top ten list is centred around what I’m dubbing classically romantic date nights. This is your candlelit dinners and picnics in the park kinda dates. 

1. Candlelit Dinner at a Cosy Restaurant

There's something undeniably romantic about dim lighting, soft music, and delicious food. Choose a cosy restaurant with intimate seating, perhaps with a fireplace or outdoor patio for added ambiance. Share a bottle of wine, indulge in decadent dishes, and savour each other's company in the warm glow of the candlelight.

2. Picnic Under the Stars

Escape the hustle and bustle of city life by packing a picnic and heading to a secluded spot where you can enjoy nature's beauty under the twinkling night sky. Spread out a blanket, light some candles or lanterns, and feast on gourmet treats while whispering sweet nothings and counting shooting stars.

3. Movie Night with All-Time Favorite Romantic Films

Snuggle up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a selection of your all-time favourite romantic movies. Whether you prefer classic romances, heartwarming comedies, or epic love stories, make it a marathon night of cinematic bliss. Don't forget the tissues for the tear-jerker moments!

4. Cooking a Fancy Dinner Together at Home

Turn your kitchen into a culinary playground by cooking a fancy dinner together. Choose a gourmet recipe you've been dying to try, don matching aprons, and embark on a delicious culinary adventure. Sip on wine, chop vegetables side by side, and revel in the satisfaction of creating a masterpiece together.

5. Wine Tasting at a Vineyard

Take a romantic day trip to a nearby vineyard for a wine tasting experience. Wander through scenic vineyards hand in hand, sample a variety of wines, and learn about the winemaking process. Pair your favourite wines with artisanal cheeses and chocolates for a truly indulgent date.

6. Stargazing in a Secluded Spot

Find a secluded spot away from city lights where you can marvel at the beauty of the night sky together. Bring along a telescope or simply lie back on a blanket and gaze up at the stars. Point out constellations, make wishes on shooting stars, and let the magic of the universe deepen your connection.

7. Couples Massage at a Spa

Treat yourselves to a luxurious couples massage at a spa for the ultimate relaxation and pampering experience. Melt away tension as skilled therapists work their magic, soothing sore muscles and calming your minds. Leave feeling rejuvenated, refreshed, and even more deeply connected.

8. Taking a Dance Class Together

Step out of your comfort zone and into each other's arms with a dance class for couples. Whether you choose salsa, tango, or ballroom dancing, learning new moves together is not only fun but also incredibly romantic. Feel the music, laugh at your missteps, and revel in the joy of dancing as one.

9. Visiting an Art Gallery or Museum

Immerse yourselves in culture and creativity by visiting an art gallery or museum together. Wander hand in hand through exhibits, discussing your favourite pieces and sharing your interpretations. Whether you're art aficionados or simply appreciate beauty, exploring together will deepen your connection and spark meaningful conversations.

10. Horseback Riding Through Scenic Trails

Saddle up and embark on a romantic horseback riding adventure through picturesque trails. Feel the wind in your hair, the sun on your skin, and the rhythm of your horse's hooves beneath you as you explore the great outdoors together. Share quiet moments amidst nature's beauty and create memories that will last a lifetime.

#date night ideas #cute couple things to do together #classically romantic date night ideas #cute date nights for couples

[otakusmart]

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: A Journey from Manga to Mobile Game Stardom

Uma Musume Pretty Derby, a sensational franchise that marries the world of horse racing with cute anime storytelling, has been making waves across the entertainment industry. From its humble beginnings as a mobile game, anime has evolved into a multimedia phenomenon, capturing audiences' hearts worldwide. In this article, we'll take a closer look at the franchise's evolution, its various adaptations, and the impact it's had on the gaming and anime communities.

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: What's up with the manga?

Shogakukan's Monthly CoroCoro Comic magazine recently revealed an exciting addition to the Uma Musume Pretty Derby universe. A brand-new manga series, set to feature the beloved character Gold Ship as its protagonist, is slated for release on the Weekly CoroCoro Comic website. This announcement has sparked anticipation among fans, eager to delve deeper into the rich narrative of franchise.

The anime adaptation triumphs

Uma Musume Pretty Derby's success story began with its inaugural 13-episode anime season that premiered in April 2018. Thanks to platforms like Crunchyroll, fans around the world were able to join the excitement as the series unfolded in Japan. The franchise's popularity soared, leading to the release of additional content, including the "BNW no Chikai" anime bundled with the fourth Blu-ray Disc volume in December 2018. Subsequently, the second season of the main Uma Musume Pretty Derby anime debuted in January 2021, and once again met with enthusiastic viewership both in Japan and internationally. The third season, which premiered on October 3, further cemented the anime's status as a fan-favorite series.

Video games, manga, anime, and more

The Uma Musume Pretty Derby franchise ventured beyond traditional anime by introducing the net anime "Uma Musume Pretty Derby: Road to the Top." This exciting series, which premiered on YouTube, showcases exhilarating competitions between iconic Uma Musume (Horse Girls) like T.M. Opera O, Admire Vega, and Narita Top Road as they vie for victory in Classic competitions. The franchise universe expanded with the release of the spinoff manga series, Umayon, which inspired its own television anime. Premiering in July 2020 and concluding in September of the same year, Umayon provided fans with a fresh perspective on the beloved characters. In addition to Umayon, Cygames unveiled several other spinoff manga titles, including "Uma Musume Pretty Derby: Haru Urara Ganbaru!" and "Starting Gate: Uma Musume Pretty Derby," all available on the Cycomi platform.

Mobile Gaming Marvel

The Uma Musume Pretty Derby video game made its highly anticipated debut in February 2021 for both iOS and Android platforms, capturing the heart of the players with its immersive gameplay and compelling narrative. Originally slated for a winter 2018 release, the game's launch was delayed to ensure the highest quality gaming experience. Subsequently, the franchise found a new home on PC through DMM Games in March 2021, expanding its reach to an even wider audience. In the game, players assume the roles of teachers and trainers at the Nihon Uma Musume Training Center Gakuen, guiding aspiring Horse Girls to become top idols and compete in the prestigious "Twinkle Series." This unique blend of sports entertainment and idol culture has garnered praise for its engaging gameplay and compelling storytelling.

Conclusion

The anime franchise, with its  blend of horse racing, anime, and mobile gaming, has become a cultural phenomenon. From its origins as a mobile game to its expansion into manga and anime, Uma Musume Pretty Derby has captured the hearts of fans worldwide. With its continued success and the promise of new adventures on the horizon, it's clear that the Uma Musume Pretty Derby universe is here to stay, thrilling audiences for years to come. Read the full article

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