#lippizaners

[juliaqueendragon]

Since exam season is over and the Lippizaners are discounted I thought now was a good time to finally buy a new Horse. Welcome Rosequartz

[fly-tempest]

Portuguese School of Equestrian Art (source).

[piosplayhouse]

hmm

[mysterysoulrider]

they're perfect to me <3

[o3-sso]

some events we participated in recently

[lavaburnsso]

Man, idk if it's just me or not, but I was absolutely so excited to get the Lippy ~ I see others riding them around and they just look so NICE.

but then I buy one and realize that they're super bulky(like I feel like my horse needs a diet plan and exercise), the animations for them are kind of sloppy, and the reins clip through their shoulders.. 🙃

anyone else feel this way??

[ourbatshill]

Cleaning the horses at new hillcrest is very interesting now!! you should check it out if you can!

[hippography]

Abb. 4. 15 jähr. Mutterstute Moczkos, gezogen 1915 in Terezovac-Suhopolje (Janković) v. Maestoso Titania u. Moczkos. 

A. Ogrizek, 1931, ‘Die Zucht des Lippizaner Pferdes in Jugoslawien’, Züchtungskunde, Band VI. 

[sonnensternfluss]

The last kingdom characters as star stable horses because I seem to have issues

Since the Gen 3 Lipizzaner came out I had to think of Aethelwold everytime I saw them. So today I decided to make a side by side comparison.

And then I started thinking about what kind of horse the other characters would be.

I think it's very fitting that Alfred is an English thoroughbred.

His bastard being the same race but a gen 2 horse makes this whole thing even better.

Edward however does not look like a English thoroughbred to me.

I have a few other characters as well, but Tumblr is complaining about the amount of pictures I'm trying to post. So I'll do a part two. (Nobody cares but whatever)

[holundra]

Die Lippizaner der Spanischen Hofreitschule in den Holstenhallen NMS.

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[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Cunilligus. Soft Scara. Needy Scara.

a/n *waves*

Scaramouche was even more pissy than usual. He'd woken up to see you not in bed with him, and that made him apprehensive. All he'd found was a note left by you next to him on the bed.

Scara, I hope you slept well. He rolled his eyes. I have some things to take care of today. I'll be back sometime tonight. I'll miss you. Don't miss me too much. He scoffed. Did you really have to rub it in? You'd sprayed the note with some of your perfume. He pressed the letter to his lips, bracing himself on going about his day without you.

Scaramouche wouldn't be able to reach for you when he wanted to. He couldn't pull you against him to smell your scent directly off your skin, the scent of the paper was only a cheap substitute.

When he thought his subordinates were looking too hard to you, he wouldn't be able to hide you away inside his office and keep you all to himself.

And now one of them had dared to mention your name so openly in his presence. Sure, they would notice you were gone, and say something. Scaramouche swore that his subordinates were only competent less than half the time because you were around.

"Do you want to make yourself useful to me, worm?" He hissed, pressing his foot down on the head of the minion who's face he was pressing into the dirt for daring to say your name, and hoped you came back soon, like he was implying that Scaramouche didn't miss you as much as his subordinates did. "Fucking find a way to fast forward time," He spat before stalking away to his office.

He really fucking missed you.

Scaramouche slammed the door to his office shut, and suddenly, there you were, sitting in his chair, tapping a pen against your lips thoughtfully.

"Hey there, sweets," You greeted, waving at him. "I hope you didn't cause anyone any trouble today."

Scaramouche scoffed, crossing his arms. "Don't be absurd. Where were you, anyways?" He hissed angrily.

His eyes went right to your legs as you crossed them. Your fingers tapped against some papers on his desk, fingers he thought would be better if they were tangled in his hair. "I went and test rode a new Lippizaner* for the Tsaritsa. He's a young colt, and really green, so she wants me to work with him a little."

Scaramouche kicked the chair, making it turn to face him. "At least you had the decency to greet me in something that gives me easy access," He said, his eyes racking over your legs, which were generously exposed to him by the short, black skirt you wore.

Dropping to his knees, Scaramouche spread your legs. He sank his teeth possessively into your thigh, making you whimper. He sucked a fold of skin into his mouth, grinding his teeth firmly against it, sucking a deep bruise.

Pushing your skirt up your thighs, he pressed the tip of his tongue against your clit, gripping your hips to hold you in place as you started to squirm. "You just be still and moan for me like a good girl, slut."

Saliva soaked into your panties as Scaramouche sucked on your clit, making you cry out in a way that he didn't think was loud enough. Glaring up at you, he peeled your panties off, tossing them hastily aside.

His tongue was ravenous and unforgiving as he licked, groaning when he felt you tug on his hair, pressing his face deeper into your cunt. The more he made your body seize up and quiver in pleasure, the more desperate he became. "Ha, how little it takes to wind you up. Scream for me while I ruin you."

Wet noises filled his office, his tongue working sloppily in your cunt, sliding and probing until he felt your walls clamping around his tongue. "How dare you, you shameless slut, devoting your time to someone else other than me," He said, a moan escaping his throat to vibrate against your clit, enjoying the way you needily squirmed and grinded against his tongue.

You were breathless and reeling as you came strongly on his tongue, feeling him smirk, satisfied as he lapped it up.

Scaramouche drank in your fucked out expression as tongue fucked you through your orgasm. Wiping his mouth, he lifted you onto his desk and sat down, yanking you to straddle his lap. "You are going to bounce up and down on my cock until I am satisfied."

*Lippizan horses are known for their white coats, which I think would suit the Tsaritsa.

[aideenslight]

Not me first to be eliminated in a flat since my horses gaits were weird, like damn I thought we liked lippizaners. Well, to horse plinko with him.

[mysterysoulrider]

even more camp western outfits

[curlygrant44]

Howdy, Captain! You got a favorite horse?

*For a long moment, Curly thinks about the question. A faint smile curves his lips, soft and seeming lost in memory.*

...Lippizan. I was lucky enough to see some at a show when I was young, and something about them was...captivating. I couldn't tell you what it was, but it felt like something from a dream...

*For a while he sits there, smiling to himself, lost in the comfort of pleasant memories.*

[saberamane]

Meet the Horse OC's of We Were Born For This!

First and foremost, Desmond's baby, Rana Nadra! (Eye-Catching Radience) Arabian of 'Rose-Grey' Coloring

Ezio's 'Dante' (Enduring, Steadfast, Everlasting) A Grey stallion, early Lippizaner

Federico's 'Rufina' (Red), A Chestnut 'Tolfetano' Mare

Clay's newly acquired 'Leonida (Lion) a Black 'Sanfratellano' Stallion

Girasole (Sunflower) a buckskin draft horse mare introduced in chapter 37

Oriana (Gold) introduced in chapter 50, mother of Dante and Priscilla. She's a palomino.

And Priscilla (name taken from the bible, meaning 'ancient'), the newly born foal Desmond helped. She's a mahogany bay.

And we can't forget Nero!! <3

The wonderful Molly!

And new terror in town, 'Clay', name to be determined.