#Ironsides

[allhorsenoplinko]

So this is my 6000'th post--

Idk man have these gay horses or something. They're for a story I've been working on on and off. (Art by @antboyyyy and @painttasticpony)

(A little edit thrown together by @daintydoilypon after @thelunararmy said it wasn't "Gay Enough")

[hawkzeyes]

I can’t explain why but they were right to put Tony in those pants. It was the correct choice. They’re just very him.

Spider-Noir #3 (2020)

[tavtiers]

A hypothetical god tier for Ironsides from Fallout: the Bard of Breath.

A Bard of Breath is among those who alter paths, drive, and passion. They are motivated by others to destroy freedom. (x) The Bard of Breath gets angry when things don’t go their way and dislikes commitment. (x) They are the Revolutionary Escapee, defined by outrage and freedom. (x) Their opposite is the Prince of Blood. Their inverse is the Maid of Blood. They share their personality with the Maid of Rage. The Bard of Breath would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Blood and Breath, reigned over by Zeus (God of Thunder) or Hermes (the Messenger God). They would rise to ascension on the wings of fireflies. (x)(x)(x)

[broken-hourglass]

(Art by: Screech, @goldwynva, @bexdrey, @queentutpro, and Screech, once again.)

(OOC: Welcome to the show, kiddoes!)

[slocum-dodson]

I've decided that I am going to be a good man. I found that the USS Constitution was run aground on a series of condemned buildings. I helped the robots break free from it.

Do you know who wasn't goddamn helpful? My ex-synth wife's new girlfriend. Piper is a goddamned moron.

"Ron? Ron? This didn't sail here, did it?" she asked me.

And I never felt so upset about the state of the wasteland in my life. This is what passes for a journalist and she was earnestly asking me if this ancient sailing ship sailed on top of this building, while we were looking at these rocket engines.

Anyways, the robots are dumb as shit and sailed it into another skyscraper, so nothing was really learned from this venture.

I got another new hat and if I wasn't already married to Preston, I would have married Ironsides. Plus he didn't seem to mind when I massacred the scavengers with a missile launcher and ate their scattered remains like so much delicious red gelatin.

[lildoodlenoodle]

I am not immune to the Barbie movie

[slocum-dodson]

He's very neat.

I just think he's neat

[trevlad-sounds]

Intro 00:00

Binaural Space-To Whom 00:25 Kratos Himself-For You 01:27 Supersempfft-Intro 05:05 Alex Ball-Adaption 05:41 Johnny Woods-Dawn Two 11:49 Little Dragon, JID-Stay 17:38 Ironsides-Changing Light 21:18 Triberg-Ravenna 25:55 Sababa 5-Wembley 29:41 Time Rival-Catalyst 33:58 The Future Sound Of London-In Solitude We Are Least Alone 36:33 Arc De Soleil-Got Caught in Amsterdam 43:37 6WX_O-Black Sky July 46:25 Uh Huh-Somewhere Beyond 52:47 Pabellón Sintético-La ventana 57:49 Bravo Tounky-La Plage des Riches 1:01:15

[spryfilm]

DVD Review: “Ironsides” (1967 - 1975)

[autotrails]

American Auto Trail-Charles County (Ironsides to Indian Head MD)

American Auto Trail-Charles County (Ironsides to Indian Head MD) https://youtu.be/pwh8MOQegqo This American auto trail explores Charles County, Maryland, from Ironsides to Indian Head.

[tuttle-did-it]

You know, it's genuinely sad to me that aging favourite character actors no longer have any fun murder-mystery tv shows to guest-star as murders on.

[allhorsenoplinko]

References: the Master Post

Ok so I just realized how many OCs I have and I should probably like.. Make a masterpost for all of the reference material I have for characters I use for RP and other things, so I will slap them all below the "read more" thingy. First though, my 'Sona, Huckleberry Horse. (Yes, that is his name, no, I will not be taking suggestions for better ones.)

(Please do not forget his silly little glasses, and artist credits are, once more, @temper-temper, @askranksandfamily, and @keboponda)

Tinker Ironworks, of @ask-tinker-and-tiger (art by @painttasticpony, Pony.town (made by me, though!), and @lexisrobotcollection)

(Still working on that one, not quite fixated on it enough to start >.<)

All of my characters (who I revealed) for @broken-hourglass, (Cancelled(?)), Ironsides, his Boyfriend Calla, and the Doctor, herself. (Need to get new references for the Doc and Calla, but art here is by @queentutpro, @peppermintclouds454 (NSFW) (both images of Calla), @nootaz and @sleepywaterbears.

Princess Windy Nights, art by @keboponda again, Mixy, and myself! (From 2016!)

That's the last one who I am able to credit all artists for (a LOT of my art is from former friends and people who I haven't even thought of in over 5 years, and I regrettably never catalogued who made what.) I have literally hundreds of OCs, so if you ever wanna talk characters and such, feel free to reach out! I love talking about OCs.

I have other OCs I also plan on sharing, but at this time, that's spoilers for my, as-of-now (03/24/24), upcoming blog~

[allhorsenoplinko]

That’s me!

Commission for AllHorseNoPlinko on Discord!

[kcsplace]

Top Gun Silliness

[broken-hourglass]

Prologue Part 2/4 “We have a problem.”

(Artists will be credited in morning Reblog. Not an April Fools!)

[lady06reaper]

Requests you ask for 👀.

I shall give. Viking x Reader

Where said character(s) react to their wife having to defend their children from a bear/forest creature. And easily defeating it. Going from complete deadly killer to momma bear who's hugging her sweet children close.

Love a feral momma bear. - marshmellow

So I really only see this prompt as Bjorn and Ubbe with the kid part BUT since Ivar has a special place in my heart I'll write him with kids as well

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU FENDING OFF A CRITTER TO SAVE YOUR CHILDREN

THIS IS THE LOOK YOU GET YOU AND YOU CHILDREN ARE STRUGGLING TO HAUL A BEAR CARCASS TO KATTEGAT

LIKE WHAT!?

Bjorn was definitely worried, like why was his beloved and their children carrying a dead bear? Are yall alright?!

"Wife! Are you okay? What happened?" Bjorn rose from his seat on the porch and ran over to you and your kin.

You huffed and threw the bear's head and front arms down to the ground, your kids followed suit and laid down on the ground with the dead bear.

"What happened, Bjorn, is that we were hunting and this foul, loathsome, lowlife, bear thought he could harm us. Jokes on it, we're having a feast tonight!" You roared so all of Kattegat could hear you, everyone around cheered in delight.

"That is quite a feat Y/N," Bjorn looked down at the bear and got a thought. He took your hand and led you up on the porch of the great hall, your children followed their dad up there with you. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my wife once more as Y/N Bear-Killer!" Bjorn raised your hand up with his as everyone celebrated and congratulated you. Your kids hugged your legs as their congratulations to you, you bent down and embraced them. Everyone, including the woodland critters, knew now not to mess with you, especially your children.

Out of the corner of Ubbe's eye he saw you and your children hauling a moose in a pull wagon... or at least trying to

First of all, you didn't have the pull wagon when you left so when did you come back and grab it?

Second, WHERE THE HELL DID THE DEAD MOOSE COME FROM?!

He had to do a double take on it to make sure it wasn't an illusion by the Trickster God Loki

"Love! What happened? Are you and the children alright?" You sighed and dropped the handles to the cart, the moose slid off of it to the ground. Your children were small enough to sit in the moose's antler, so sit they did, tired from helping their momma.

"I'm fine, nothing but a long soak with herbs won't fix. But this here moose is obviously not alright for it is dead, a punishment for attempting to hurt us," You stretched out your sore and tired muscles, that soak was really starting to sound good.

"Oh my brave, yet crazy wife, I'm glad you are alright, but when did you get the pull cart?"

"Oh that? We borrowed it from a farmer nearby, by the time we would've came here and back to the carcass it would've been already claimed by the wolves," you shrugged as if it was self-explanatory. You beckoned your kids over to you by kneeling and opening your arms, they ran towards you and as soon as they reached you, you picked them up in your arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, your very strong children and I would like a bath and a nap. Go ahead and clean the moose, we feast tonight."

You turned on your heel and walked towards the long house, leaving a shocked Ubbe staring at your back. Did all of that really just happen?

I feel like Ivar would get horny if he knew you took down a huge ass wolf (which explains the second pic)

like the first one is "Wow, my wife took down that wolf, who's almost as big as Fenrir? Damn that's hot"

The wolf slung across your shoulders was heavy, but you had no other means of carrying it, and the pelt would make a nice cloak or blanket for your kin. You walked through Kattegat with your child in tow, they were concerned for your wellbeing, but you assured them you were fine. Ivar watched as you hauled the wolf up to the long house, not bothering to get up knowing you were as strong as Freyja. You dropped the wolf at his feet and fell into his open arms and lap.

" It seems you had an eventful hunt, love," Ivar wrapped his arms around your waist, but before he could get comfortable your child crawled up into your lap, it's a good thing Ivar can't feel your combined weight, only the presence.

"Yes, indeed we did, what do you think little one? Should we use the pelt as a blanket, or turn it into a cloak?" The child pondered before saying their answer. "Blanket it is then," you kissed their forehead and let them go. "Now run along and go get Uncle Bjorn, he'll help you turn the wolf into a nice blanket." You smiled as they slid down Ivars legs and ran to get Bjorn.

"Are you alright my love?" Ivar looked over your upper body as he rubbed circles into your lower back.

"Yes, husband, nothing like a good back massage won't fix," you leaned into his touch, being comforted by Ivar was definitely something you needed right now. Ivar gave you a mischievous look through his eyelashes.

"Instead of a massage," he started. "How about I break your back?"