#I'll put it in my drafts

[laurasimonsdaughter]

“The first thing you need to know,” the stable master announced loudly to the gaggle of school children trailing behind her, “is that these are not unicorns.”

Eleven-year-olds tended to be loud. Their silent scepticism was deafening.

“You cannot keep unicorns in captivity,” she continued. “These are all crossbreeds, mostly with specific breeds of horses.”

There was a small murmur of curiosity and a gangly arm shot up into the air.

“Yes?”

“Only mostly horses?”

It was always fun when some of them paid close attention. “Only mostly horses. I only deal with European breeds, and they tend to cross well with horses. See this here is a cross between a grey Thoroughbred and an English Unicorn. They’re large, and reasonably docile.” They also had that champagne sheen most showy folk preferred. “For people who come here looking for a steed, this is their best bet. Although I've only ever seen it done by people who personally broke them as yearlings.”

By now she definitely had the whole class’s full attention.

“But this French Licorne cross is actually half fallow deer.” She gestured to the pasture beyond the fence. “Look at them. Slight build, slender legs, built for speed and agility. They need a lot of space but they are beautiful to look at, and they’re relatively easy to tame for the pure of heart.” There was still something distinctly deer-like about them and they were all so beautifully cream coloured that they almost took on a silver hue.

“What’s those hairy ones?” a voice piped up.

“That’s a Unicorno/Shetland mix, from central Italy. Traditionally they tend to be crossed with Monterufolino, but they are hard to come by and make their coats even darker.” Unicorni were naturally built more like ponies, some with considerably shorter horns, and their coats were often a much darker gold, or even brown. They were less flighty than the French breeds though, even if they showed blatant favouritism towards certain caretakers. They would even pull a carriage if properly motivated.

“Do you have any bigger ones?”

The stable master turned around. “What was that?”

One of the boys was standing behind her with a determined look on his face. “Do you have any like that but bigger. With the beards and the furry hooves.”

“Feathering,” she corrected automatically and the boy nodded eagerly. She frowned. “What exactly do you mean?”

“There’s really big unicorns,” he pressed. “With wild manes and tails and split hooves like the French ones but hair like those ones!”

“Buddy,” she laughed, “what you’re describing there is a Scottish unicorn and let me tell you, they cannot even be crossbred into domestication.”

The little face fell.

“Any offspring of an Aon-adharcach will be as wild as they are no one can capture them with their horn still intact, not on your life. You go near one of them with a halter and it will skewer you.”

She smiled at the boy, who still looked rather taken aback, despite this proof of his favourites superiority.

“Tell you what. If you want to see something unhinged and imposing, I’ll take you to see the Eenhoorn/Friesian cross we’ve just got in from the Netherlands.”

[julianavalds]

"On first meeting, Michaela presents as a devilish charmer: quick-witted, fast talking, always with a joke. But beneath that exterior is a perceptive, kind, loyal soul. She'll very rarely let you in that deep though, because Michaela knows she doesn't fit into what's expected of young ladies and is afraid of being scrutinized too closely. Crack her exterior even deeper and you'll find a well-concealed sadness about the fact that she hasn't been able to find the right romantic partner with whom to share her loyalty and love." – Michaela's character description // insp. x x x x

MASALI BADUZA as MICHAELA STIRLING BRIDGERTON (2020 - ) 3.08 | "Into the Light"

[raepliica]

Take to the skies

...and fly free

[kiatnirans]

NGERN ANUPART LUANGSODSAI AS ARTHIT IN FOUREVER YOU เพราะรักนำทาง (2024)

[phonification]

ive been thinking about taco and balloon forming a little alliance post s1/ pre s2 where they'd (begrudgingly) work together planning on how to break into hotel OJ to steal stuff to take back to their makeshift camp like food, blankets, pillows, etc,,, anything that could be useful to them

[bloggingboutburgers]

*puts tiny frog in your hand* *runs away*

Hehe thanks, frogs are cute^^

[willowser]

ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.

you wake up under a mountain of furs.

light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.

you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.

outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.

all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.

people you knew and loved. had trusted.

the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.

the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.

he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.

he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.

you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.

your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.

"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."

he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.

how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.

the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.

he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.

big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?

"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.

finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.

—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.

you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.

you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.

with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.

[bbbartblog]

Some art related to my fancomic and some art is just random PonyxMuffy drawings~

[jhonny]

been learning to draw frieza using fighterz refs! i love this weirdo so fucking much.

[noxiousgrace]

In my mind i keep assuming krs spent his entire life alone and surviving on his own

But that isn't the case, there's clearly proof that he was at some level helped by other people

He mentions it often

He was saved by social workers from his uncle when he was a kid

LSH saved his life

Grandma kim always looked after him like her own son while LSH was gone

CJS and LSH died for him

And so many other incidents

But why does it feel like he's still all alone?

I think his tendency to self isolate is why i keep assuming he survived on his own, when he very much didn't.

Everyone fails him or leaves him eventually, he ends up all alone so often that it's hard for me to think about krs as someone who's had support.

He's had the rug pulled out from underneath him so many times, that it no longer shocks him anymore (take chapter 1-3 for example, he was so chill about waking up in another world and stated he didn't have anyone who he'd miss

But that isn't true either, krs spent 10-ish years of his life as team leader and protected his coworkers time and time again, of course people would miss him. In elisehns illusion, Kim Min Ah and Bae Puh Rum came to check up on krs who hadn't returned to work.

While he mentions the physical support and companionship he's received from other people, his mental wounds run too deep.

He keeps a very clinical count of who he owes and who owes him in return, support is not a familial thing to him, it's transactional

The biggest reason grandma Kims death affected him so much was that he owed her A LOT, she was always quick to have his back and support him, Willing to treat his bruises over and over again despite her ability being limited.

Same with CJS and LSH, they supported him more than his own family ever did (parents dead and an abusive uncle), he was devastated that he couldn't spend the rest of his life with them in order to "pay back" all of their kindness so far.

He doesn't feel responsible for their deaths, but he feels responsible for every opportunity he lost to care about them in return. He mourns the future he could've had with them and the happiness krs could've brought to CJS and LSH.

"you can't smooth things over with the dead" is something he said in the novel, around the time choi han figures out who he is and krs is ready for CH to be extremely upset with him.

Krs!Cale feels responsible for everyone who shows kindness to him, a part of it is because whenever someone has cared about him, his heart always cared about them in return. And krs caring about people caused them to get hurt, that's why he feels the need to protect them so that they don't fall victim to krs' affection, and he actually has enough time with them for their "kindness" to be evened out.

This is why he's annoyed when his group grows larger and larger because of his subconscious altruism, there's so many opportunities for all of them to get hurt before he's done caring about them to the amount he thinks is acceptable, it worries his emotionally stunted heart.

Anywho, i think he feels alone to me because of how little he opens up to other people. He is a self isolating king and manages to be the most famous man ever.

I want him to open up that scarred heart of his and finally allow himself to be loved beyond transactions.

[burningcheese-merchant]

Nu uh take that back or i delete my tumblr and become a twitter artist

(i am officially obsessed with drawing your ocs,it's your fault)

In case you haven't noticed, you've fallen right into my trap............

Also

She's beautiful 😭 I'm such a sucker for your art, man. I love how you render stuff. Your colors are so beautiful!!! And idk what program and/or brush you use but it scratches an itch in my brain. You're honestly the best ❤️❤️❤️ I always smile when I see you pop up in my inbox haha. Thank you so so much for everything you send me ❤️

Also sorry not sorry for brainwashing you into loving my OCs so much. Welcome to my wacko cult, you're not allowed to leave :) it's ok though, we have angst and shenanigans and delicious Indian food

[rayven-ray]

[toadettely]

*giggles* we have "sugar daddy" Brent, while in Skill & Spill I have Nick with tons of money and filling the donation jar at King's Roast all by himself.

Does my silly brain think he would PAY Vern to wear a maid dress at the Cafe AND pay for the dress?

Does Vern agree and watch Nick stumble over his words as he enters the Cafe?

Does Brent want to bury himself as he works with Vernias, who wears the most ridiculous pink maid dress with FUCKING BUNNY EARS? (Which Nick also paid for??)

Yes.

(just thoughts, not in the story. But I like stupid lil ideas.)

Cut because I UNINTENTIONALLY MADE A DRABBLE TwT (this is why I am Starry's kid. I type something simple, want to write a short thing, point something out, get an idea that is very good... and then - BOOM... I start to over-analyse and my fingers start their own life on the keyboard.)

Nick opened the door of the Cafe, ready to announce his presence with a stupid joke he'd prepared. The door fell shut behind him as he stopped and froze in place. He felt like he was planted on the floor. Unable to move a single muscle.

His eyes caught the pink haired barista. Those white bunny ears on his head- Nick had seen them before. - Nick had bought them.

Vernias had kept his word. Nick didn't want to believe it. It was like he lost a bet. Nick never lost a be-

/

Pink Bubby: will wear them as soon as they arrive! ^^ No joke. I want to see your reaction!!! :)

/

The message. Vernias had replied to him with this stupid message. Right after Nick sent him a screenshot that showed he had ordered the bunny ears. They - as always, like everything he bought for his favourite barista - were delivered to an address that wasn't Vernias'.

Nick didn't know that it was always Brent's PO box the packages were delivered to.

Nick didn't know that Brent saw the package and rolled his eyes with an annoyed sigh.

It wasn't the first time Brent picked up a package for his friend colleague. But Vernias' smile when Brent handed him the packages made it all worth it. (And the two dollars Vern gave him in return-)

Nick didn't know that Vernias giggled with a wide grin when Brent handed him this one package.

And how Vernias stood in front of his mirror with the bunny ears neatly placed on his head, fixing his skirt. Vernias posed like he was in a photoshoot, the urge to send Nick a picture making him twitch and sigh as he looked at his reflection. The short dress wasn't helping.

/

Nick stood in his place in the middle of the Cafe. Like he was in a trance.

Vernias had noticed him instantly. His head turned toward the door when he heard the jingle of the bell above it. And Vernias smirked as he saw the ever so expressive ghostly daisy.

Brent sighed to himself, knowing this was going to go down horribly bad- .

Vernias didn't greet Nick. Because Nick didn't greet them. Because Nick didn't drop a single dumb word as he entered.

Because Vernias knew.

He placed two plates on a table with customers he knew by first name.

Nick stopped breathing at the view of Vernias' maid dress.

/

You: The pink one?

Pink Bubby: Yeah. I like pink :3

You: I know. But I'll only pay the rest if I get to see it in person.

Pink Bubby: You will, King.

Nick slammed his phone on the couch. One hand covered his mouth. His face was feeling way too warm. And his mind played tricks on him.

/

Brent grinned as he cleaned a cup.

This was going to go down horribly bad-

For Nick.

As much as Brent felt somewhat embarrassed by Vernias' outfit - Brent understood what was going on. Why Vernias chose to dress up like this.

He had noticed the exchanged glances between the confident toxicity and the cheerful beam. Since his third day working at the King's Roast, Brent was aware of the tension between these two. No, not the tension - rather the feelings.

Which was weird because Brent hated feelings. Hated the expression of emotions.

But his third shift was quite delightful and the night of this very day made him change his opinion on people and feelings. Just slightly. Just coincidentally. Just because of them.

Despite all of that, him picking up packages from Nick that were addressed to Vernias made him want to vomit.

Nick took a deep breath and stepped to the counter. Vernias was chatting with the two people he served and Brent had his back turned toward him.

Nick tried - really tried - to keep his head and eyes turned away from the Kirby Barista. It remained an attempt: his eyes studying the dress Vernias wore.

The cup was clean but Brent didn't turn around to meet Nick's focused eyes. "I want to punch you for making him wear that."

"I'd punch myself, too." Nick's voice was a mumbled whisper, filled with frustration and regret and followed by a quiet sigh.

Vernias and the two customers giggled, having heard every word. One of them whispered to Vernias:

"I told you the idea would be amazing, Pretty Pink Bunny."

Brent rolled his eyes and prepared an extra strong espresso. The person that was going to get it added twenty dollars into the donation jar before turning on his heel to leave the Cafe.

...

(BONUS:

"Leaving already, King?"

Nick didn't turn around, his hand on the door. He was grpping it so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Do you want me to?" He hissed, not turning around, teeth gridded, voice way to high-pitched.

"No. Never." Vernias smirked.

Nick walked to his usual table slowly and while looking to the ground. Vernias stepped back behind the counter and took the espresso out of Brent's hands.

"He needs something sweet right now."

Brent wanted to bury himself.

Nick smiled in his chair.

Almost like he won a bet.)

[classictetris]

i have nothing good to show this time

[solradguy]

Metal Gear Solid is filling in the vacuum of disappointment left behind by GG Dual Rulers and the second half of GGST season 4. Gear hot swapping

[spacedlexi]

maybe if i just put these screenshots together youll understand why i think their relationship just Works so well as it pertains to the characters and themes of S4 in general

neither of them know what theyre doing, but theyre figuring it out Together. the old ways are dead. and together theyll build a new future thats worth fighting for