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lola-writes · 6 months ago

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Duty Is Sacrifice

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Velaryon/Strong!reader

Word Count: 2,6k

Themes & Warnings: Winterfell, pov. first person, feelings realization, fluff and smut, fingering, orgasm

Summary: Queen Rhaenyra sends you to treat with Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the North. In him you find not only an ally, but something deeper as well…

Song: Skin and Bones (Cinematic) - David Kushner

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The wilderness beyond the Wall sprawled before me atop the outlook, an uncharted immensity dripping with anathema. A frozen wasteland, it held a cold that seemed to seep into your very soul, promising to turn your bones to ice with a single, lingering glance.

The stories from the seasoned rangers down below had painted a vivid picture, but this, this was a masterpiece beyond mere words. The frigid air, a living entity, tore at my dark hair and the borrowed furs – those very furs my stubborn pride had initially dismissed. Now, the only thing missing from mirroring those same hardened rangers was a permanent furrow etched between my brows, a testament to countless nights spent battling the elements.

Their Lord was a wall of warmth which prevented the gnawing chill from consuming me. His massive form broadened at my side, his very presence thawing me. Turning to him, I observed the furrow deepening between his brows as he regarded me, though it wasn’t a testament to the cold, but rather something concerned.

“Winterfell beckons, Princess,” he said, his timber thick with northern accent, “Let us return to warm you.”

His gloved hand, rough yet surprisingly gentle, reached out for me. Relief washed over me as I grasped it, the worn leather a welcome anchor against the treacherous turret steps.

“Blazing fires. Hot stew. How’s that sound?” His stoic expression nearly cracked to the rumble in my stomach. I noticed I was still supported in his grasp well beyond danger, when I felt his thumb tracing reassuring circles on the back of my hand, sending a delicious shiver snaking down my spine.

Gently, I returned it to my side. “That would be most pleasant, thank you my Lord.”

Days had bled into one another at his side, treating, feasting, drinking, strategizing, and though I had no doubt I had fixed him as an ally to my mother’s claim, some other heat beneath the veneer of alliance had begun to simmer in his gaze, a spark that mirrored the disquiet blooming in my own chest.

The iron cage groaned its descent down to Castle Black, echoing through the black shaft like cries of the damned. From the moment I stepped foot in Winterfell, he’d woven a tapestry of comfort. He recalled every detail I mentioned in passing, and behind his every effort to make me feel at home was a gesture conforming to something I’d previously told him I enjoyed – a steaming mug of my favorite herbal tea, a book on a subject I’d once expressed interest in. He was unlike any man I’d encountered. Each word he uttered was a silken caress, so gentle it felt like he feared his own timber could bruise me. But a heavy weight had settled in my chest. My replies had now become clipped, mere whispers that barely escaped my lips. There was so much more at stake now beyond my desires. Duty loomed heavy on my shoulders. I feared any careless words or lingering glances could brittle the alliance with the Starks to pieces.

We mounted our horses and begun our nigh-on two days ride back to Winterfell. Though not as biting as the Wall’s teeth, the wind on the Kingsroad still carried a relentless edge. The only warmth to be found radiated shyly from the small fires Cregan’s bannermen had built, and the thick fur I wove tightly around myself at night.

As the colossal granite form of Winterfell finally clawed its way up from the horizon, a wave of exhaustion crashed into me, settling heavy in my bones. Dismounting was an ordeal. Every muscle in my body throbbed in protest from the days’ ride. My legs, leaden weights, buckled before I could even consider lowering myself.

But before I could hit the ground, strong arms, surprisingly gentle, encircled my waist, and lifted me from the saddle before I could even think to react.

We stood there, my body swaying slightly in his arms, our eyes lingering on each other for a second beyond my comfort. His eyes, normally the clear blue of a summer sky, were now a stormy gray, swirling with unspoken concern. A tremor of something akin to fear danced in my chest, battling the unexpected flutter at his touch.

“Apologies, my Lord,” I stammered, cheeks flushing with a heat that had naught to do with exertion. “Dragon saddle is one thing, but I fear horseback is another entirely.” I smiled apologetically.

Cregan’s fingers lingered on my waist, a gentle caress that singed through my leathers and into my very skin, sending a jolt through me. He withdrew them slowly, and my side ached from their absence.

“Fret not, Princess,” he rumbled, his voice a warm current, “Two days on horseback have felled men twice your size.”

I giggled to his obvious attempt at comforting me. “I wouldn’t bet on that,” I replied, taking trembling steps toward the castle.

Once in my chambers, I collapsed onto the bed; sleep, thick and heavy, stealing the day. When I finally opened my eyes, the only light in the room spilled from the dying embers in the hearth.

A gnawing hunger, cold and insistent, hollowed my gut. With a deep breath, I rose, and dressed in my house colors, the fabric thick with responsibility. Then, I descended the steps in my hunt for scraps.

The massive oak doors of the Great Hall ground open, revealing a cavernous space bathed in the flickering, golden glow of a roaring fire. Laughter and the murmur of rough voices hung in the air. Fur cloaked figures huddled around the immense hearth at the far end, casting dancing shadows on the towering walls. Lord Stark sat amidst his bannermen; tankards raised in boisterous revelry.

The merriment dipped as I entered. Heads swiveled my way, some splitting into knowing grins. The bannermen rose in unison, scattering like startled crows, their boisterousness replaced by a respectful chorus of greetings and a flurry of curt bows.

“My regrets for missing supper,” I said, drawing Cregan’s heavy gaze. His shadowed form, a giant even in the flickering firelight, rose with a quiet grace that belied his imposing physique.

“You need not worry,” he said, ladling steaming stew from a small pot over the fire and offered me the bowl with one hand. A grateful smile lit my face as I accepted it.

“You grow quite comely as a serving girl,” I jested, a flicker of triumph igniting in my chest when his mouth quirked up into a faint smirk, a flicker of warmth dancing in his eyes, a rare concession on his normally stoic face.

I settled onto the bench beside his chair and began devouring the stew, its meat and vegetables soothing the ache in my belly. As I ate, I stole glances at Cregan, his face bathed in the rich firelight, a mask of unreadable emotions.

Regret, sharp and unwelcome, tightened in my chest as I observed him. I had a duty fulfilled, but a heart unsatiated. I had come to Winterfell to remind him of the oath his house swore to my mother, and he had not left me wanton. Yet, the journey back to Dragonstone loomed large in my mind. The prospect of leaving him, perhaps for a very long time, cast a long shadow. Unless he too agreed to join us.

“The Queen’s sworn allies are too few to win a war for the throne,” I declared, my voice tight with the weight of responsibility, “She needs your men.”

His jaw clenched, his stoicism returning like a steel mask. “Cursed be the Hightowers,” he growled, venom lacing his voice. “But winter is coming. War of dragons is never a small ordeal. If the Queen is in need of my men to defeat the usurper, you must allow me to wait out the winter.”

Despair clawed at my throat. Memories and tales of past winters surfaced, stretching on for months, even years. Without the full support of the North, we could be crushed before winter even loosened its icy grip. Perhaps reduced to cinders beneath the wrath of the dragons.

“It will be too late,” I pleaded, the urgency in my voice cracking the carefully constructed façade I had built.

Cregan met my gaze, his eyes a stormy gray. “It’s the best I can do, Princess. I hope you will forgive me.”

A spark of anger ignited within me, battling the tendrils of despair. “You swore an oath, Lord Stark.”

He held my stare, unwavering. “I haven’t forgotten,” he said, “You will have two thousand greybeards that can be ready to march at once.”

“What of you?” My voice trembled, tears welling up before I had the strength to stop them. “What if this is goodbye?”

Understanding suddenly dawned in his eyes, and his brows furrowed in what I thought was despair. He came to sit beside me, the wood groaning under his weight. His large, calloused thumbs painted the tears across my cheeks.

“I assure you, Princess,” he said softly, “This is not goodbye.” His hand came up to grasp my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting it up to meet his intense gaze. “I swear it,” he vowed, steel threading through his words. Hope surged through me; a lifeline cast into the churning sea of anguish.

Starks do not forget an oath.

“The Hightowers were doomed the second they put the imposter on that throne,” Cregan rumbled, his voice a low caress.

The space between us seemed to have dissolved, his calloused hands engulfing mine in a firm, reassuring grasp. Silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotions, tension dripping like honey. I waited for him to say something else, but he remained still, quiet, his fingers slowly and gently exploring mine, each touch sending sparks of lightning up my arms. I met his gaze, my breathing shallowing as I realized his lips were but a whisper away, his dark eyes shimmering with heat, flickering with an unspoken hunger that seethed beneath my skin with each second.

“Their betrayal…” His voice was barely a whisper, his fingers ceased their dance with mine, and began their path up my arms, “…will not go unpunished,” he said thickly, his hands now grazing my upper arms, up my shoulders, ceasing at the curve of my neck, the movement sending a sizzling sensation through my blood.

With the cold that had plagued me so these last few days, I began to fever. My lips parted as if I was suddenly short of breath, and I felt a curious pulse that drifted between my thighs. My whole body, like to an unseen force, drew closer to him, and he tensed beneath his leathers. His frame vibrated with desperate restraint, the fire in his eyes warring between duty and sacrifice.

“I am a man of honor,” he groaned. My stomach tightened as his hands inched up my neck and traced the line of my jaw, his coarse thumb brushing across my lips.

Something tugged on my stomach from the inside as the fiery heat of his fingers burned through my skin. My breaths came out ragged and shallow while he remained silent, as though he was immersed in concentration.

Without knowing the full implication of my words, I whispered, “Dishonor me.”

For the storm, only just contained, raged wild in his eyes, a low growl sounded from deep in his chest before he crashed his lips to mine.

I received them with a low, beckoning gasp. My palms came up to his neck, my nails running the length of it as he explored my lips, the roof of my mouth, my teeth, and under my tongue. Then his lips traced my jaw, finding my ear, breathed his warm air into it, nibbled my lobe, then covered my throat in wet kisses. I tilted my head to grant him access, as low, sensual mewlings poured from my lips, something carnal infiltrating my veins.

His hands came down to my waist, and I gasped in surprise when he lifted me and placed me in his lap, my legs latching around his back.

He was so big and warm and hard. His eyes were lazy and dark as his fingers began to lightly trace down the side of my neck, then hooking into my dress to bare my shoulder. He kissed it with an open mouth and moving tongue, and I quivered beneath his touch. Then, with a sharp sound of a tear, he had pulled my dress all the way down my abdomen.

He groaned at the sight of me, his lips slightly parted, his hands delicately cupping my breasts as if he’d found treasure. When the cold made me shiver, he leaned into me to lend me his warmth, while his lips tantalized me, drawing close to my hardened nipple, blowing it with hot air, then backing off, kissing across my breastbone to the other, until I forced his mouth to it.

He hummed with throaty satisfaction, latching onto it and giving it one slow suck, grazing the skin with his teeth. I threw my head back with a gasp. White heat shot like lightning between my thighs, before pulsing into an empty ache. I swayed into him, bucking my hips into his groin, feeling him harden beneath me. He suckled my other breast in warm, slow pulses, circling the areola, drawing panting moans out of me, before he found my lips again.

Gathering my skirts, he moved his hands underneath them, gripping the fullness of my thighs, kneading them, squeezing them, to the point it pinched me, and I bit his bottom lip in protest.

Cregan Stark was a gentle giant in all matters but things salacious.

A throaty sigh escaped his lips as his hands found my buttocks, kneading the flesh between his fingers. Hot, slick tingles pooled between my thighs, and my fingers curled in his hair. My body hummed in anticipation as his finger slid downward, a groan pouring out of me as he grazed over my wet opening.

“Oh, Princess.” The words were like magic on his lips, shooting through my core in throbbing pulses.

His other arm snaked around my waist, locking me to his body as he explored and moistened my folds, leaving me a bucking, moaning mess in his lap.

I felt empty and sickly. A fog had infiltrated my vision, my skin, my mind, my inhibitions. I coveted him. I needed him, more than I needed anything else. His eyes alone could touch inside of me, but I could not explain the pulsing, throbbing, delirious effects of his hands, his mouth, his tongue, and I ached for more. I felt unfinished, incomplete.

Until he slid a finger deep inside me, and I gasped. Hot, sweet pressure filled me, and once I adjusted, he introduced another, threatening to overfill as he fingered me.

Fast and then lazy.

Over and over.

The room filled with wet squelching noises and my moaning squeals. His deeper, throatier moans vibrated through his chest and lit me on fire, burning in my lower stomach, blazing, desperate for feed, or I would disintegrate.

My nails dug desperately into his shoulders, as any attempts of filling myself up to completion were in vain by the power of his grip around my waist. He trailed every inch of my neck, kissing it as it if were my mouth, with lips, tongue, and teeth. His fingers penetrated deep and curled inside of me, rubbing something within that sent pressure bursting into tingles and flames, my veins burning up like dragon fire, and stars sparkling behind my eyelids. I cried out with the purest ecstasy as my body shuddered and clenched around his fingers, and he groaned against my skin with dark satisfaction as I clung to him desperately.

Once my trembles ceased and I managed to catch my breath, he took my cheeks in his hand and kissed me fiercely, passionately, his fires still boiling for release.

“I am coming with you,” he declared.

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eachuisge-cc · 7 months ago

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Honestly I'm astounded that nobody has taken that name yet.

Do you dislike the look of vanilla Skyrim horses? Are you tired of riding some kind of Clydesdale/Belgian/Cob thing around fantasy Scandinavia for no clear reason? Do you want your beloved and loyal horse to stand out from the crowd as much as you do? Well great news, this mod covers all of those things.

Basically I made some significant edits to the horse model including a fuller, longer mane and tail, redone feathering, somewhat more realistic conformation, and entirely redone ears because at a certain point it was just easier to make new ones. None of the changes affect how the horse fits the vanilla rig so it still bends and moves without distorting weirdly. The textures are entirely painted from scratch and have new normals to go with them that are meant to give the horses a somewhat softer, more natural look that still fits with Skyrim's general vibe. I used references of primarily North Swedish and Dole horses, but also borrowed from the wider range of colors and patterns in Icelandics because I couldn't give up the pintos.

Current Features:

Asymmetrical coats/markings, because I fully redid the UV while I was messing with the mesh (mostly because mirrored pinto horses in video games are the bane of my existence)

Distinct meshes for mares and stallions, the mare model is closer to the vanilla horse's conformation, while the stallion model has a slightly bulkier build and thicker neck, and a an unobtrusive low poly dong.

Five generic solid-coated textures that appear on most NPC horses in the world.

Unique texture for each purchasable player horse

Unique texture and model for Frost (he's now a mealy chestnut as his papers claim)

Unique Shadowmere

Unique Karinda (this mod does NOT add Karinda into the game, but her texture should show up if you have CRF or another mod that does add her, as long as it doesn't alter her texture or base model)

Unique Hearthfire stable horses (purchasable through the steward)

Unique unsaddled stable horse in Markarth because uh, I just felt like it

Unique coats for a growing number of modded follower horses (see the mod page for the list)

Future plans: see the mod page

Compatibility:

This mod should be compatible with most things, though for best results it should be loaded after any mod that affects vanilla horse records (this isn't always obvious; SkyTEST has no visible affect on vanilla horses, but if you load it after this mod the unique player horses will have generic coats). Most mods that add new horses use the existing vanilla records, so unless a modded horse has a unique model (and assuming it doesn't have a unique coat addon) it should be replaced automatically with the edited model and one of the generic coats. That isn't always the case, sometimes another mod gets weird with it and there's nothing I can do about that, but in those cases a patch will likely be needed.

This mod will NOT be compatible with any other mod that changes the appearance of the vanilla horses or replaces their models/textures.

I will not personally be making patches for other mods because there's no way I could possibly keep up with that and I'd rather spend the time and energy on the mod itself, however I encourage anyone else who wants to to make whatever patches are needed. Please message me if you do so I can link them here for people to find.

Huge thanks to SassiestAssassin, who has been an incredible help in navigating the learning curve of editing nifs (and is continuing to be a huge help with solving my inability to make patches), and also has a lot of fantastic mods you should check out.

Download:

Nexus Mods

#skyrim se #skyrim mods #sse:all

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canisalbus · 3 months ago

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we have this pony at my riding school. for horse shaped in conformation though? his name is farsi? he’s chestnut but just. very machete in personality. anxious and has to be handled gently but works harder than any pony i’ve met. harder than many horses actually. oftentimes children ride ponies so ponies tend to be less likely to listen, but not our adhd pony farsi <3

#✅ anxious ✅ handle gently please ✅ hardworking #I don't know anything about ponies but Farsi sounds like a nice fella #highly relatable little guy #answered #anonymous #irl Vaschete sightings #comparing the equinophobic dog to a pony

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inexplicifics · 4 months ago

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If you're still doing snippets, I don't think we've had the Eldritch Trio one yet?

Also the Weird Omegaverse Warprize Thing is intriguing from the bits so far.... honestly I'm generally stoked for the entirety of the list.

If you feel like showing off one that hasn't been mentioned yet, blank space here!

Eldritch Trio:

The trio are all staring at Voltehre in bafflement as Lambert sits down. Well, Gweld is staring a little bit over Voltehre’s head. He never looks anyone in the eye unless he means to overpower their will. But the bafflement is still definitely there. “Hello,” Eskel says at last, a little warily. “Did you lose a bet?” “No,” Voltehre says, giving Eskel a sunny smile. “I wanted to say hello, and Lam thinks you’re fascinating.” Lambert covers his face with a hand and prays the Grasses really did destroy his ability to blush. “Fascinating,” Geralt rumbles, and Lambert shudders at the sound. It’s not fear running down his spine, though maybe it should be. “Fascinating,” Gweld lilts, sounding amused. Lambert puts his hands on the table to push himself upright - he isn’t going to stay here and be mocked, fuck Voltehre for dragging him into this - One of Eskel’s tentacles curls around his wrist. “Stay,” Eskel says. “Fascinating’s better than most of the things we get called when they think we can’t hear.”

Weird omegaverse war prize thing:

As the barbarians finish eating, they get up and leave the hall, without any ceremony whatsoever; by the time Jaskier has cleared his plate, the hall is three-quarters empty. And it’s as he’s setting his mug down empty - he has to admit he rather likes the strong tisane they were served - that a beautiful young woman gets up from one of the other tables, leans down to kiss the barbarian she was sitting next to on the mouth, and comes striding over to the omegas. She’s tall and blonde, with blue-grey eyes and a generously curved figure that suggests both strength and probable fertility, and as she gets close enough to smell, Jaskier realizes she’s an omega. He wracks his brain hastily, but he doesn’t think the young barbarian she kissed was one of those who claimed any of Jaskier’s companions, so she’s probably not coming over to assert her own prior claim to her alpha - “Hullo,” she says, sliding onto the bench across from Jaskier. “I’m Julita.”

And for the author's choice - knight!Milena

The first thing Lambert thinks when he sees the armored figure riding at the manticore is, Well shit, that’s a waste of a good horse. It is a good horse: an enormous black stallion, maybe even larger than Scorpion, with absolutely beautiful conformation. It dwarfs its rider entirely; Lambert, watching the coming catastrophe with a grimace, assumes some squire has stolen his knight-master’s mount and is trying to prove himself worthy of his spurs, and is just going to get himself eaten for his trouble. Manticores are basically only vulnerable at eyes and mouth, and the chances of the rider hitting either of those with a lance-tip from a full gallop are… Lambert’s own mouth drops open, and he stands there gaping like a complete nitwit as the rider’s lance takes the manticore squarely in its open maw, the full force of the horse’s weight behind it, and the manticore goes back on its haunches and then over onto its side, taking the lance with it. The rider reins in the horse, curving neatly away from the fallen monster, and trots around to face his defeated enemy, sensibly drawing his sword as he goes. The manticore is busy going through its death throes, though; the rider halts his horse and waits, alert but unmoving, until the creature finally breathes its last.

#questions answered #wip list #snippet #omegaverse

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satureja13 · 17 days ago

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Great A'Tuin finally reached the outpost! Dayn had organized an unmanned shuttle for them, waiting for them in the orbit. And the Boys are getting ready to set foot on their first alien planet! (In fact, Sai and Little Goat had already set foot on Otherworld's Sixam when they'd stepped through the portal to meet Tyalindo, their horse.) (TMI: The pic above shows Hoth in my Star Wars - The Old Republic game. I love this game so much and you can play it for free! I play for over ten years now and when I quested on Tatooine yesterday, I was standing there again, looking around in awe ^^')

Sai called for them to get ready. Jack was just about to finish knitting a pullover for Lenny. Dayn had told them that the outpost lies on an ice planet, so Jack had started knitting right away after Dayn had left :3 Jack: "You will like it!" Kiyoshi: "Hm?" Jack: "Ah never mind. I was talking to the cat ^^' " Skully, busy having an eye on Jack's knitting attempts: "No, two left first - then two right!" Jack: "Oh..." Knitting is so, so hard when your brain is so busy all the time! ö.ö

Jack finished Lenny's pullover just in time and helped him putting it on. Jack: "Look how cute you are! You love food just as much as I do, do you? Yes, you do!"

The Boys all gathered in the cargo bay to board the shuttle waiting for them. And since it's freezing down there, Jack thought they all should wear their winter sweaters (with their uniforms below - to go conform with the starfleet protocol :3 ) Vlad and Kiyoshi are as 'festive' as they can get ^^' And Sai just agreed to wear his because it's matching Jeb's (after Jack made Jeb wear his hahaha) (TMI: Vlad and Kiyoshi already refused to wear colourful sweaters on last year's winterfest...)

Ji Ho was just gulping down the most promising of the potions they'd tested. Skully: "Until the last drop - that's my Boy!"

Then it was time for the 'precautionary embrace'. Let's hope all this will prevent Ji Ho from getting travel sick again! Ji Ho didn't sense much nervousness from Vlad over the Bond, which made him nervous ö.ö What had happened at the sickbay when Vlad had been alone with Jeb and Kiyoshi? Did they make him swallow - potions - too?

Sai kicked Ji Ho out of his worrying thoughts by telling Vlad: "Do it thoroughly!" Poor Vlad, Sai has no idea how awkward and embarrassing this is!

And he did. The Little Goats sighed in awe: 'Aouwwww!'

Vlad tried everything to hide his feelings to not taint the 'preventive healing embrace'. So Ji Ho could just concentrate on getting down on the planet's surface in that shuttle without getting travel sick. Which wasn't an easy task. Holding Ji Ho's body close to his felt so good. It was hard to let go of him again...

Eventually, the Boys, Lenny and the Little Goats boarded the shuttle, and it took them down to the planet's surface!

It was an older shuttle and the ride was a bit wonky, but Ji Ho took it very well! Vlad was so relieved that their - inconveniences - had been of success! Though, it still means they need to have physical contact for 'the greater good' - and oh how he hates that! He wants to touch Ji Ho - and Ji Ho to touch him - because he wanted to and not because he has to -.- Not anytime soon - anyway - but still...

They stepped around the shuttle to take the outpost in. Wow!

Even Sai was amazed: "Now Jack and Vlad - this is just your style, huh?" But Vlad, Jack and Kiyoshi are taken aback. Worriedly Vlad looked at his friend: "Jack..."

This is exactly the place where Jack's mind had wandered to when he fell in his coma. (TMI: Jack has severe mental issues, but back then it was far, far worse. He believed Kiyoshi had been at the Lab to torture Saiwa and him (which he even was in the first place...) and Jack was just about to kill the wire-pullers when he collapsed and fell into a coma from all the turmoil inside of him. Kiyoshi and Vlad know this place too. They'd entered Jack's coma and came 'here' to bring him back.)

Jack: "How is this possible?" Saiwa: "Maybe you saw this place in a movie or documentary and your mind just chose it? Like in a dream, you know?" But there is also the old Twi'lek Jack had met in his coma - and he greeted him! Old Twi'lek: "Jack! Now that's a surprise, huh? How are you doing?"

Jack wasn't prepared for this - at all: "Eh..." Old Twi'lek: "Now, don't you worry, hm? We are going to repair that old turtle in no time and you can leave again soon to rescue B.D - won't we?" Jack: "Eh - sure."

(TMI: B.D, his kids and Albaleyh had been here when they searched for Lenny's vacuum bot.)

And from somewhere they heard Skully hum the X Files theme o.o

to be continued... ö.Ö'

Outtakes

The potion Ji Ho swallowed was the healing potion from the Get to Work pack. Afterwards, he immediately fell asleep ö.ö The Little ones too ^^'

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fromtheseventhhell · 10 months ago

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I'm not sure how to get it into people's heads that Arya is a female character. She's not a boy, not nonbinary, trans, agender, or genderless. I don't intend this in a way to be negative or wanky, but her girlhood is imbedded within her character. The problem isn't that Arya stans are missing the point by overemphasizing her femininity and wanting her to be a barefoot tradwife baby making machine, but that we're stating it exists when the majority of fandom and the show itself have gone out of the way to minimize the relevancy of her gender. I'm fully convinced there are a lot of people who think Arya would be the exact same character had GRRM created her as a male character named Arry instead, perhaps they'd do a better job at acknowledging her importance.

What's most ironic to me is how these same fans will gush and coo over the sisters being more alike than we think, but only if it involves giving Arya's characteristics to Sansa. Well acktually, Sansa likes to ride horses just as much as Arya does! They're so alike uwu! But dare acknowledge that Arya has traits and aspects commonly associated to Sansa then not only does that get accusations of wanting Arya to become Sansa, but that it's solely about showing Sansa up and wanting her to grovel in Arya's shadow and superiority 🙄 Hypocrisy and projection showing itself.

Somewhat of an aside, but I recently saw a post on reddit complaining about the fact that all four of Daemon's children survived the Dance specifically focused on the fact that both Rhaena and Baela lived. According to the OP, one of them should've died and their post-war roles in the story should've been given to only one of them. Which at its core is really the main conflict between Sansa and Arya stans, no matter how much the Stansas want to cover their ears and play dumb. It's not about Arya stans projecting their sibling squabbles onto the two of them but simply the fact that it's not possible for two characters to fulfill the same role in the story, specifically when it involves two female characters. The existence of two Stark sisters is an inconvenience for the people who want the story to revolve around Sansa.

I have to believe there's some bubbles that they don't want to admit will burst if TWOW will ever be released and that's why they cling to the idea that Arya stans are the delusional ones. They have to believe that the parts of Sansa's seasons 5-8 storyline they like came from GRRM instead of D&D or else their Jonsa and QITN fantasies will fall apart. I have no idea how someone can watch the scene where Sansa tells Arya she couldn't survive what she had while Arya can only sputter out that she was training and believe 1) it makes sense for their book characters and 2) D&D didn't blatantly favor Sansa and Sophie over Arya and Maisie.

This ask came literally seconds after I drafted a post talking about this exact topic and it's so wild to me that we were both up thinking about Arya + her girlhood and wanting to discuss it 🥹

As for this ask, you really hit the nail on the head. Arya's gender is an essential aspect of her journey but fandom ignores that because they've decided that there's only one "right" way to exist as a female character. Arya's self-esteem issues stem from her being a non-conforming Lady in a misogynistic society, she has to disguise herself as a boy in part because of the threat of sexual violence, in Harrenhal she is assigned gender-specific tasks/labor, political matches are made without her knowledge/consent, she is threatened with sexual violence multiple times, and even her role within the FM is influenced by her gender. Her being non-conforming doesn't mean she's the complete antithesis of everything feminine. The obsession with propping up Sansa has ruined people's ability to perceive complex female characters, ironically including Sansa herself. They genuinely would've respected Arya more if she had died passively rather than fight for her life and you can't tell me that isn't misogyny.

That Reddit post is a great example of how people genuinely can't (or refuse to) comprehend the idea of two female characters occupying the same space. Cause you're right, that is the root of the issue. I think the only reason they bother with the fake "Stark sisters uwu" crap is because they've backed themselves into a faux-feminist corner and they don't want to look hypocritical for disliking Arya. So instead, they pretend to care all while rewriting her to serve as Sansa's prop. This is also why so many Queen!Sansa truthers are also anti-Dany + think that Sansa becoming Queen depends on Dany's downfall. They desperately cling to the show as canon, when D&D have openly admitted they changed the story because they favored Sansa/Sophie. They're fine with how show!Arya is written because to them, that's exactly how she should be; a subservient lapdog for Sansa. TWOW is definitely going to ruin that illusion, and one of the reasons I'm optimistic about it being released is getting to see fandom's reaction.

#ask #anon #arya stark #anti sansa stans #anti d&d #anti got #this fandom is bullshit but getting asks like this is why I'm never going to leave #cause I enjoy discussing Arya's character with people who just /get it/ more then I hate seeing delusional takes about her #I will continue to celebrate her character and call out nonsense for as long as I can #also the timing of this particular ask was just perfect *chef's kiss*#honestly I'd prefer that stansas just admit they don't like Arya instead of constantly downplaying her intelligence and trying to #gaslight Arya stans every time we make book accurate posts/theories #no we aren't delusional for thinking that Arya will be a leader lol and they don't really believe it either which is why so much #of their time is spent pilfering skills and plot relevance from Arya to boost their fanon Sansa theories

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photoeq · 2 years ago

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grullo 2010 Norwegian Fjord stallion Haavanesko

Source: http://www.sukuposti.net/hevoset/haavanesko/galleria/599523

#grullo #dun #conformation shot #riding horse conformation #riding horse #other conformation #gelding/stallion #norwegian fjord #fjord horse #fjord

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roananddappleranch · 9 days ago

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Shoreline Showdown feat. R&DR Romantisch Aussehendes Glas and Jill

Jill and Sadie participated in the Shoreline Showdown and had an absolute blast. What a treat, leaving behind the unpredictable weather of the countryside for the vibrant colours and sunny rays of the tropics.

First up was Jill and Pewter. This boy did absolutely amazing. He was attentive and sure footed with his movements and listening to Jill the whole time. The event brought these two closer together, which bodes well for us as a ranch, as we know who he is bonding with the best and will be able to be his "go-to" human, and it's definitely Jill. Different from our warm blooded horses, this hot boy was interested in what was going on next and so excited to do so. Along with being eager to please, Pewter was very curious about things going on around him - especially when he got to the water. Water is a very touch and go subject for a lot of horses, but Pewtie just took it in stride and treated it like any other new thing: guide him there with his human that he trusts and he's more than willing to check it out and learn it's nothing to spook over. Overall, this was an amazing experience for the two.

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leafsea · 7 months ago

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nomad

sometimes, i forget that i am placeless when i stand still for too long

so i have to keep moving, riding toward some distant unknown

i know adaption is not possible; i have tried many times to conform, to blend in with the others

and if it didn't work when i was naive and malleable then it won't work now

the only option is to hang on to what i am

like clinging to a horse's reins because i know if i fall the horse isn't coming back

#poetry #poem #writing #lit #writeblr #spilled words #spilled writing #creative writing #words #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poets and writers

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ahedderick · 8 months ago

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Horse/honse

So, a question from @quite-quirksome about Hero got me thinking about Hero's conformation (body structure) and coloring.

He is, I say kindly, a great example of buying for temperament, not beauty. Number 1: that is a blocky head. If you looked at a show quality Tennessee Walker, it would have a finer, more tapered muzzle. Number 2: a lot of people hate bald (white) faces. Snips, star, blazes etc are considered attractive; bald not-so-much. Excessive white on the face is also linked to deafness (like white cats) and blue eyes. Which brings me to:

Number 3: pink skin, like Hero has underneath the white fur, is prone to sunburn and skin cancer, just like humans. His skin under the gray fur is a dark gray.

See that? It was smaller when we bought him. Three vets looked at it and said not to worry about it unless it grew. When it grew, a vet removed it and biopsied it. Yep, it was cancer. The spot of the excision healed up beautifully, and it has not recurred. However, he gets a careful skin check from time to time! He has plenty of shade to stand in during sunny months, and he does use that.

Number 4: his legs are stocky and thick compared to the breed standard. The next photo, from a TN walker sale site, shows the typical graceful leg. And head. (OMG - that horse is for SALE! Wouldn't he make a marvelous pal for Hero?? Oh, jeez.)

Despite all that, however, Hero is the perfect horse! Because what we wanted was a safe, gentle fellow for fun riding, not a show horse. He excelled at safe and gentle when K was but a 65-pound, 12-yr-old beginner rider. He is 21, now, and showing his age a bit. Still has plenty of pep, though, and should be rideable for a lightweight rider for years to come.

#horseblr #horses of tumblr #tennessee walking horse #trail ride #trail horse #horse breeds #farm animals #grey horse #gray horse

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adventuremaker21 · 8 days ago

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Stella’s three strikes from Alfea. (GW edition)

We all know Stella got expelled from Alfea after her legendary mishap from the potions lounge, but what ELSE did she do that made her (temporary) expelled from Alfea? Let’s find out

—-First Strike: Unicorn Freedom—-

Part of Alfea’s extra credit is Unicorn Riding classes (think horse riding and horse shows, but with Unicron’s) where students learn the art of Unicorn Riding for bonus elegance, but Stella noticed something was off with the Unicorns. Sneaking out one night, Stella finds that the Unicron’s were NOT well maintained and the students that does it only use them for trophies and victories, not maintaining a bond between fairy and unicorn. So Stella let them all go and made sure that they would be free from their captors. Needless to say, the classes were worried about their whereabouts as Stella proudly announced she freed them from awful living conditions. Unfortunately, Stella received her first strike from Griselda on the spot and made her try to track down all the unicorns (and failed)

—-Second Strike: Uniform Revolution—-

Alfea has a pretty long tradition of school uniforms that showcase elegance, conformity, and a sense of unity. The students don’t mind it… until Stella came along. Day in, and day out, it’s the same clothes over and over and OVER!! At first, she tried pulling off unique looks, but Griselda forbid it. It got to the point where she had to personally fix her before every class. Until one day, Stella had enough, and uttered the phrase that’s been a new sensation through the Magix alliance.

“It’s not criminal to be an individual.”

At that point, started a weeks long protest where Stella lead the other students into overturning the uniform policy. Some of the staff were willing to talk it over, but Griselda was not willing to move an inch. Eventually, Griselda agreed to drop the uniforms IF Stella gets a second strike, in which she agrees.

—-Third Strike: the lab explosion—-

Now, the big finale. Y’all know the tale: Stella wanted to create a new color for her skills, which she tried mixing in the potions lab. The mixture caused the explosion, Stella got her third strike and expelled, but thanks to a generous donation timed with her parents divorce, Faragonda gave her a chance to redeem herself, but she needed to repeat the first year. And she needed to learn to be a fairy by tracking down a string of monster sightings that would forever alter the universe.

#winx club #au #gravity winx #stella #winx stella #winx alfea #alfea #griselda

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mysteriawrites · 13 days ago

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[ hsr matchup exchange w/ @frostfall-matches ]

[ afab, any pronouns ok | preference for a male match pls! ]

- personality: distant, introverted but not shy, generally respectful of others but not necessarily kind, somewhat apathetic (but a majority of the time mood baseline is content/relaxed), logical, calm under pressure, extremely independent, confident and self-secure (sometimes arrogant! i try to keep my god complex in check lol), can take criticism well, straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless/insensitive both on purpose and on accident), pretty sassy/snarky, tends to laugh off the severity of a situation, not very ambitious, mildly competitive, a moderate risk-taker (gets a thrill from risky situations, but tries to avoid lethal ones).

broad sense of humor (often more on the playful/absurd side), really likes laughing but only opens up around friends, playful w/ friends, very teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, nosy and loves gossip/drama, a natural troublemaker/rulebreaker but also often unintentionally gets into trouble (wrong place/time), comfortable with confrontation, a bit combative with authority and those who irritate me but is generally easygoing, quick-witted, unsentimental, surprisingly low impulse control.

- personality types: INTJ ; 7w8 ; chaotic neutral.

- love languages: physical touch and gifts. touch reserved for close friends/partners only, but i can get pretty cuddly with them and will just drape myself over my partner if they let me. willing to make the first move/initiate affection in general.

- hobbies: video games (tactics, RPGs, visual novels), anime, drawing (paper and digital), painting (mostly watercolor), baking, cosplay, writing, reading (fantasy, suspense/thriller, psychological), caring for houseplants, home/decor DIY projects, hiking, jogging, thrill-seeking activities (adrenaline junkie).

- likes: cats, frogs, snakes, sweets, most fruits, cheese, lattes (a favorite of mine is chai), scented candles, piercings, tattoos, puns and lame dad jokes, cool weather, forests, traveling, new experiences, learning languages (currently knows/studied: english, french, korean, latin), medieval history, the occasional lazy day, bantering with others, encouraging my friends' bad/risky decisions (i will even do it with them), lovingly teasing/bullying friends, when people cook for me.

- dislikes: dogs, horses, bitter foods, grapefruit, potatoes, alcohol, strong scents, hot weather, spiders (other bugs are ok), long car rides, feeling restricted, conformity and blind obedience, having to be responsible for others or lead them, being vulnerable, when others are condescending towards me (makes my pride flare up), people-pleasing behavior, when others step in to help without me asking.

- misc.: quite clumsy, accident prone ; terrible sense of direction ; easily motion sick (very sad bc i love park rides but i can only handle 1-2 at a time) ; enjoys skin/hair care, loves changing up hair often ; used to do gymnastics ; a weird mix between a night owl and a morning person (but afternoons are rough) ; my hands and feet are always ice cold so i like subjecting my friends to them (sticking my hands under their shirt, holding their hands, or tucking my feet beneath their legs if we're sitting on a couch together) ; majors in international studies and french in uni w/ minors in psychology and medieval history ; currently working as a medical scribe ; studied abroad in korea for 5 months, LOVED it and honestly never got homesick ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations.

- appearance/style: 155 cm / 5’1” ; hourglass to pear shaped ; very pale (burns easily) ; baby-faced, button nose, single dimple on right cheek when smiling ; big green eyes, long eyelashes ; hair is naturally wavy and light ash brown almost always styled with bangs, currently has an undercut ; 5 piercings in one ear, 4 + an industrial in the other, and a navel piercing ; clothing style is more on the masculine side, color scheme is black/gray/muted green ; loves fishnets, flannels, graphic tees, leather jackets, combat boots ; socks are either black or very colorful/patterned ; enjoys sweatpants and hoodies when lounging at home.

Hello thx for exchanging with me! Hope you enjoy your story.

Your Honkai Star Rail Life:

Your Path…The Hunt

You have the passion and confidence typically found in followers the hunt. You know what you want and you go for it and don’t let anyone stand in your way. Another path that you may tread is the erudition which is fond of those who are calm and logical.

Your Element…Fire

Your mischievous, rebellious, and competitive personality makes the fire element feel like second nature. You coat your weapon in flames and overwhelm your enemies with your blazing power. Remember to use it wisely or you might get burned…

Your Weapon…Chain Whip Sword

No particular reason for this other than you just look badass wielding a flaming chain whip sword. Despite being a short range weapon no enemy will escape your reach when you catch them off guard when the sword elongates into flaming whip.

Your Faction…The Stelleron Hunters

Welcome to your misunderstood tight nit group of misfits. The universe may view you as enemies, but as long as you all have each other who cares what they think. You originally joined due to aligned goals, but overtime you all have become a little family. Kafka like a cool aunt to you with blade, silver wolf, and firefly(sam) as your older and young siblings. And then there was Elio. The man who took you in when you had nowhere else to go…he was like your father. You wouldn’t trade your found family for anything and would go to any lengths to protect them at all costs. Even if it ment challenging the script yourself despite knowing it’s impossible…

Your Story…

Smoke and ash is all you remember of that fateful day. One minute you were out having dinner with your family to celebrate coming of age and the next there’s ringing in your ears and metallic taste in your mouth. Vision blurry, but you can still make out the sight of your loved ones dead around you. Screams and cries of terror and despair echo all around you as other survivors realize similar fates. It took days maybe weeks for you to get rescued. You couldn’t tell how long it had been, but you knew for certain that it had been too long. Those who didn’t die from the initial explosion would later succumb to their injuries and perish. Authorities eventually came but the damage had been done. Homes lost, families and friends gone, a planet destroyed. All thanks to a shiny ball of light called…a stelleron. How could something that looked so ethereal be the cause of so much pain and suffering. You didn’t know, but you knew one thing for certain: it couldn’t happen to anyone else ever again. You swore you wouldn’t let it happen ever again. You would destroy every cancerous seed of disaster there was. And that was when you were approached by a strange man who claimed to be able to see the future…

Your Match:

Aventurine!!!

How you met:

You guys would have the sexiest forbidden love enemies to lovers trope romance oh my god.

You were on another mission for Elio, chasing after another stelleron. You were trying to stealth your way towards it having gotten past all the security, only for a blonde man with the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen to be standing there waiting for you.

"Well, well, well little hunter. I've been expecting you"

Aventurine had gotten intel that there was going to be an attempted break in at the capital, and he had bet his life that it would be a hit on the stelleron. However, he hadn't expected it to be an actual stelleron hunter.

He didn't think they would try something so risky. They were usually so calm, calculated, and elusive.

He tried to strike a deal with you but you weren’t one for collaborating with the enemy so you guys ended up fighting.

There was no clear winner as both sides took considerable damage, but you both decided to make a strategic retreat and the stelleron was left where it was only for the astral express to come and seal it later.

Several more incidents like this occurred where you would be sent on mission only for IPC to stick their nose in your building and you would encounter aventurine again and again and again.

You were now proper rivals, but while you were getting progressively more frustrated with your missions get repeatedly disrupted Aventurine seemed to be having fun.

The audacity of this man to flirt with you during a fight with those golden locks and mesmerizing multicolored eyes. You may have started to have a bit of a crush on him too but you’d rather die then admit it

On one mission you and Aventurine end up trapped together in a cave with no way out but to wait and hope for rescue (and hopefully not get arrested in the process)

During that time you guys get to know each other better and you come realize he actually isn’t that bad. In fact you actually start to feel sorry for him.

You couldn’t stand the way how he viewed himself as just someone else’s pawn, how he just used his life as another bargaining chip. Couldn’t he see that he was so much more than that.

After expressing with vigor how his value was more than just another tool to be used, one thing led to another and…well lets just say it’s a good thing that cave allowed yall to have some privacy ;)

From then on whenever you guys would cross paths, although to the public still saw you two as mortal enemies, you guys would turn each encounter into a romantic date.

You were deeply in love.

Although you had to continue to hide this fact from your respective factions. (Although let’s be real topaz, jade, dr ratio, and your fellow stellorn hunters figured it out forever ago because they are way too perceptive, smart, and nosy. But they wont tell anyone)

Maybe one day you two will have the freedom to pursue your love.

Your relationship:

It’s no surprise Aventurine would use his luck to spoil you. He’s mainly used his luck for survival this whole time so now he wants to use it for someone he loves.

He constantly buys you new jewelry for your piercings, some nice scented candles, your favorite foods, snacks and sweets.

Especially cause he doesn’t quite know how to cook. He’s always just eaten whatever to survive. But if you’re willing to learn with him he’d love to make so many home made dishes for you.

If you so much as look at something while you two are together boom it’s now yours.

He will also do luxury baths treatments and self care routines with you. He knows he has a pretty face and will damn well take care of it.

He would love to take you traveling all across the galaxy and show you places you’ve only read about while being your personal tour guide to places he’s been before.

You get the V.I.P treatment wherever you go even if you insist he not spend so much on you. In his eyes who/what better to spend his money on than you.

He can also be a busy man so whenever he’s not busy he will take every opportunity to spend a lazy day with you.

You have to teach him how to be cuddly though. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he just hasn’t experienced that since he lost his only family. You have to remind him what that kind of affection feels like.

Since you both love to work out your brains with psychology and strategy, you guys are always having deep intellectual conversations.

You guys are also able to riff and bounce off of each other well with amazing banter and roasts but you know you still love each other at the end of the day.

Although you consider yourself bad luck Aventurine thinks the opposite and considers you his most precious lucky charm.

You are the one thing in his life he wouldn’t bet on for anything.

He could never risk losing you.

#multi fandom blog #multifandom account #multifandom #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #matchups #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader

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