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elodieunderglass · 2 months ago
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And one amang, an Iyrysch man,
Uppone his hoby swyftly ran…
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WAIT HANG ON - slamming the brakes on drawing this stupid picture - do you nerds even KNOW the etymology of the word “hobby”? The thing you do for pleasure? The thing you have too many of? The thing you spend too much money on and share with your friends? The thing tumblr probably is to you? Those hobbies?
It comes from a now-kind-of-extinct breed of Irish pony-horse. It was called the Irish Hobby. Supposedly the hobby got its name from the Gaelic word obann, or swift. They definitely were. They’d obann your pants clean off.
Fast tough little bastards, built for rough terrain and renowned for their speed and stamina, hobby horses belonged to the Celts, and their highly annoying style of mounted warfare. but their conquerors liked hobby horses a lot, kept them, used them for themselves, and found them useful enough, despite the fact that they also had famously useful things like mounted knights or horse archers. A lightweight Irish warrior, mounted on a hobby horse, was called a hobelar.
Reportedly and in depictions, hobelars rode without stirrups. Or saddles. Or bridles. Or - well - this is all sounding very improbable, because the hobelars COULDNT have just been charging around basically bare-assed on naked ponies, screaming, and somehow in the process undoing the composure of actual mounted armoured knights. Knights who, I remind you, had stirrups. Stirrups are useful! It’s quite likely the hobelars had some gear. And clothes. and weapons. And the ponies probably had some tack - I am picturing a bellyband that you could at least hang a saddlebag on, and a neck rope for catching the bloody thing, even if not a saddle. But the overall impression, somehow created by people on darling little ponies, was apparently quite striking and fearful.
I mean. God Forbid People Have Hobbies.
Anyway after a while, whatever people became the British had eventually conquered all of the rough terrain that hobbies were best at, and horse archers just got sexier, and mounted knights became aristos, and all the bog and forest people had been subdued, so it was time to sunset the hobelars. but WAIT! Hobby horses are still tremendously fun and appealing! They’re so fast! and you can ride them without a saddle! Sure, they’re not up to the weight of a mounted knight, or indeed a lot of guys… but surely we can still find a use for a hobby or two? In the back garden? Somewhere?
At which point an English king decided to keep hobby horses just for fun. No military application. No further development of the technology. Not for fun. Just as expensive, pleasurable, pets. Just for the joy of the thing.
And that is how hobby (activity done purely for pleasure) comes from hobby horse (small horse) possibly from obann (swift.) they’re very interesting and you should look all this up for yourself! because it sure sounds like Elodie doing a bit, doesn’t it?
Today, Irish Hobbies are functionally nonexistent. References for drawing include the Kerry Bog Pony, the Connemara, and (I personally think) Dartmoors and Exmoors. They’re said to have lent their speed to the Irish Hunter/Sport Horse and from there to the Thoroughbred, but every damn horse in the world claims relation to the Thoroughbred, and they can’t be THAT thoroughly bred.
At any rate - you can never have enough hobbies. Just be glad that yours aren’t expensive beasts with minds of their own, eating their heads off in the pasture! …Unless they are. In which case, you’re part of a proud tradition.
#Killie#this is Killie’s ancestor who occasionally turns up in hallucinations with various ghost horses#like all elements of magical realism in the killieverse he does absolutely NOTHING useful.#your ancestor is neither proud of you nor disappointed in you. he’s riding alongside explaining some thoughts he had at breakfast#performing weird fuckin feats of equitation outside the window while you’re trying to sit through school or waiting in the queue at Greggs#if you wake up in a hospital bed in a bleary moment before consciousness he’s perched next to you chattering complete fucking nonsense#about. like. the stupidest stuff. like he’s just free-associating his thoughts based on a pattern in the ceiling tiles. incredibly annoying#his dialect just close enough to Irish that you can pick out a few words here and there#enough to tell that it’s complete nonsense. but also he’ll just say things like BASED. (possibly he is also visiting miles?)#and occasionally he points out that he did everything you do in your job but barefoot. no stirrups. in the snow. uphill both ways.#which is quite hard to do in a bog since they’re notably quite distinctively flat usually so sometimes he’d have to find a hill and ride up#and down it a few times just to build character. no saddle no bridle no shoes and the Romans were there maybe - and when you object to that#thinking there seems to be a lot of collision of timelines and historical accuracy - he doesn’t speak Irish suddenly . and why would he.#anyway he doesn’t exist and never did. but he’s fun#occasionally turns up to ride alongside you in a race apparently just to prove he can keep up with modern breeds#usually he can surprisingly well but tbf his horse is a ghost. and when he can’t he says well. I’m not a professional like you.#this. is just my hobby. ahahahahahahahahahshahahahahasha#and with that I get back on my hobby horse and ride away
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shiftythrifting · 9 months ago
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Anon submissions may not work on tumblr anymore, so we have our e-mail inbox open once more for emailing your finds!
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good-to-drive · 9 months ago
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crystallizsch · 5 months ago
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very demure very mindful
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daily-hanamura · 2 years ago
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luckyartdrawer · 7 months ago
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Hello good sir, I am sure you have well intentions! :)
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I wanted to do some lighting practice for fun and now I have this sly devil. I'm pretty proud of how he turned out and how fast I was able to make this! :3
Welp. Now I kinda wanna turn him into a character. we'll see if I ever do, hehe :P
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14dayswithyou · 2 years ago
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I am really confused about this game. Is it like "Doki doki literature club" ? the game seems to break the fourth wall after getting bad endings and someone speaks in red text. Is it Ren and is he stuck in the game like Monica?Or is he and Redacted separate people, with him being a game character,but Redacted being some sort of entity who's stuck in the void of the game,or in it's code,and acknowledges that it's a game and someone's playing it and they speak to the player, not the game's protag?
✦゜ANSWERED: 14 Days With You is like 14 Days With You. It's not meant to be similar to DDLC in any way, and Ren isn't supposed to be like Monika or any other self-aware character.
Please don't associate 14DWY with other games just because they share similar tropes. /lh
But!! To answer your question: Ren isn't aware that Angel and the player are separate people. As of right now, he considers Angel and you as the same entity, and speaks to you as though you're part of his universe.
Ren is aware that his entire existence only comes into fruition whenever you play the game — but to him, that's considered normal — the same way getting wifi from trees and not discovering 80% of the ocean is considered normal for us. Nothing is out of place for him, and the way he interacts with his environment doesn't seem weird or out of place for him.
The Dead Ends are the only time Ren breaks the fourth wall, but it's still a massive WIP and there's not enough content for it to make much sense yet. But once more Days get released, this will be further explained!!
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beaft · 1 year ago
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today i was confronted with one of my top five scariest situations ("abruptly presented with critical decision that must be acted upon immediately, except you can't act on it immediately because you're stuck doing something else and can't leave"), and i coped with it and didn't burst into tears or call my mum even once. truly i am a king amongst men. songs will be sung of this day
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loonyloopylupin96 · 5 months ago
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[written 2012, rediscovered 2025]
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elderwisp · 1 year ago
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front-facing-pokemon · 1 year ago
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daily-hanamura · 2 years ago
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ii-meeple-confessions · 4 months ago
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in response to the "how can 4S generate things" thing i have a theory (thats probably more likely) and a headcanon:
more plausible theory - 4S generating objects occurred when mephone4 was dead, so 4S had obtained the shimmer energy himself at that point and was using it
headcanon - siri is a form of simulated shimmer energy, allowing 4S to generate small and simple inanimate objects (a much more limited version of what mephone4 can do)
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a-dash-in-the-middle · 1 month ago
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guess who is going to warsaw to see her best friend in a month jsdvfhqwkhivkvuhkadv
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herotheism · 1 month ago
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If you see me sending asks to some of yall, no you don't
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bigspinachpuff · 2 months ago
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@flamesignite asked: Roy gazed up at the man curiously, "So you make spinach puffs? Have you ever made Spinach Quiche? It's one of my favorite dishes."
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Kronk’s eyes lit up the moment he heard his words. “Spinach puffs? Oh yeah, they're kind of my specialty.” He said, grinning wide.
Then Roy mentioned spinach quiche, and Kronk blinked. “Ohhh, spinach quiche?” He repeated, tapping a finger to his chin thoughtfully. Spinach quiche… Sounds fancy. Elegant. Like something you'd serve at a brunch with tiny napkins and violins in the background.
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He smiled again. “I’ve never tried making it, but now I have to. I mean, you get the creamy eggs, the flaky crust, the leafy greens—it’s like a puff’s classy cousin!” He gave a wink. “I’ll make one, you taste it, and if it blows your socks off, we add it to the royal brunch menu.”
In his head, he was already planning it out—eggs whisked to perfection, sautéed shallots, a little nutmeg… maybe even a dash of goat cheese? Ooh, daring. “Yeah.” He said aloud with a grin. “I can totally quiche it up.”
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