#playtime with horses

[pixierainbows]

part of what Pixie do today :D

( is water paint mix with shampoo ! )

[neonpaperlanterns]

Another Day

Tipping his head back, DogDay stares up at the sky. The sight of big puffy clouds greets him. They move languidly along, forming nonsensical shapes he swears looks like a turtle playing baseball. 

“What are you up to?” Your shadow falls over him. The tips of your hair tickle along his face as you look down at him.

“I was looking at the clouds.” Reaching up he carefully twines a finger through the strands of hair brushing across his forehead. “Would you like to join me?” 

You are sitting down before he fully finishes asking. Your arm raises and you jab a finger at the sky.

“That one looks like a horse watching TV.” He follows your arm up and squints at the clouds.

“Really? Are you sure? Cause I'm seeing a rabbit in a fist fight with…” DogDay tilts his head a bit to the side “A cheeseburger?” He hears you snort at his observation.

“I think we need to get your eyes checked because that is clearly a horse watching TV.” You cross your arms, as if the couch potato of a horse was gospel. He can't help but roll his eyes.

“Alright then. What's that one?” The wind had shifted and the clouds were moving. And it was clearly forming into a very intense game of kickball between two giants

“Well obviously it's a horse lounging by a pool enjoying his vacation.” You nodded your head as if any of what you said was correct.

“It is most certainly not that.” His arms flail as he falls backward. “It is giants playing kickball.”  he states and again you dismiss his very right observation with a hand wave. 

“Horse vacation.” Your tone holds no room for argument.

“Horse watching TV, horse vacation, why do you keep seeing horses?” DogDay is exasperated. Do you like horses? When did this happen? Why horses??

“Poppy just discovered the movie Spirit. I am seeing horses everywhere.” Your face looks tired but your voice holds so much warmth and affection that it makes his heart beat just a little faster. Looking back up at the sky he sighs.

“I guess I can see how it's a horse on vacation.” The canine concedes. He hears you laugh and he can't help but pout.

“I knew you'd come around.”

[whereifindsanity]

[ask-playtime-city]

…

What if. I cheesed Player.

Player: IMPOSIBLE, WITH THE GRABPACK 3.0, I AM A GOD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-

*PLAP*

[lolita7d]

My character from smiling creatures. What do you think? 😋🌸

Мой персонаж из улыбающихся тварей (друзей). Что вы думаете?

English : Savage Horse Hoof.

Русский : Капыто дикой лошади.

She's very strong.

Она очень сильная.

Awwww~

Авввв.

[comicsiswild]

Minor Threats (2022) #3

[rivalkieran]

when will we bring back virtual worlds. social media isnt good enough I need to be able to run around as various animals and creatures again

[quenthel]

my runescape character was so funny... i picked a random appearance for her, named her smthing horse related (bc i loved horses) and then spent all my time playing that game lumbering and fishing and putting it in my bank while listening to hungarian emo rap and xtina albums

[sirowsky]

Happy boys finally back at their summer grazing pasture earlier this week 😄 All three of them are good friends, this is just play.

[pixierainbows]

[filosofablogger]

♫ Wildfire ♫

A few nights ago, our friend Scottie emailed me with a suggestion for my music posts.  At first I couldn’t quite recall the song merely by its title, but as soon as I began listening I did remember it and remembered loving the song, though it seemed quite sad.  Long story short, I knew I definitely wanted to share that song here!  Thank you, dear Scottie, for this suggestion and for sharing with…

[lovingcare-1210pro]

[desiderio-dixon]

Busy

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Genre : fluff!!!!

Warnings : pregnancy, pet pregnancy, mention of dog being malnourished/neglected (surviving on their own for an undisclosed amount of time), established relationship, lmk if I missed anything!

Word count : 700ish

Summary : Life gets a whole lot busier with a newborn and a litter of puppies.

A/N : I may build on this little universe more in the future but I just had to get the initial idea down!

The day you found Dixie, you were already six months along. Waddling through the forest, trying to track down a wild horse some of the kids had seen. Instead, you found a beautiful border collie. She was skittish at first, tucking her head down and pushing her ears back when you extended a hand towards her. She appeared to have been on her own for a bit, though a ragged collar still hung proudly on her neck. Splotches of blood had matted into her fur, and she was a small bit underweight. You were deadset on taking her home.

After much patience, baby talking, and gentle steps forward, she trusted you enough to allow you to grab a hold of her collar. It'd be an uncomfortable walk home, pregnant and crouched over to keep a hand on her collar without affecting Dixie's comfort level, but it would be worth it.

Daryl was initially quite frustrated with you when you got home. If he had it his way, you'd never leave the walls of Alexandria. And now here you were, coming home all excited to tell him you'd risked your life for a dog.

He couldn't stay mad for long though, especially not when he'd already gathered up a dog of his own. Now you had two, a matching set.

Dog and Dixie were two peas in a pod, spending all their time playing and cuddling alongside one another.

You were only a few weeks further along than when you'd found Dixie, when Daryl called out from the garage. When you'd successfully waddled your way there, you were puzzled at the scene in front of you.

Dixie, on her side on the floor, and Daryl holding her leg up, staring at her swollen belly with an incredulous expression. "The hell? She pregnant?" He asked.

Just then, Dog trotted into the garage from behind you. When he spotted Dixie, he immediately went to her, sniffing her belly and whining at Daryl's hand. He nudged Daryl's hand away with his snout, placing his own head protectively over Dixie's stomach.

"Guess we forgot to get her spayed, huh?" You joked, rubbing your own distended belly. Daryl sighed, standing and walking to you, his boots making heavy thumps against the concrete. Reaching you, he placed his hands alongside yours, stroking the stretched skin gently.

He dropped his head onto your shoulder. "It's gon' get busy in here."

❀~~__~~❀~~__~~❀

'Busy' wound up being an understatement. Dixie had her four babies just two weeks before you gave birth to your baby girl. Between the ever present whining of the puppies, and wailing of your baby, you were spread thin.

Daryl tried his best, cleaning all the puppies' constant accidents, and still changing diapers. He was tired. It was obvious in the way he dragged his feet, the way he rested his head on the back of the couch whenever he had a spare minute. Now, two months post-partum, things weren't too much easier.

You walk out to the living room, baby tucked cozily into your arm. Daryl sits on the floor next to the makeshift nest for Dixie and her pups. The puppies are a bit older now, rambunctious and playful, so they climb over each other to nibble on Daryl's outstretched hand.

He must hear you enter the room, because he pauses playtime to turn to you. "Ya alright?" You nod, gazing down at the sleeping baby in your arms. You tiptoe quietly over to him, setting yourself down gently so as to not wake the baby.

Dixie sleeps on her side, letting out soft snores. Tired mama, just like you. You use your free hand to run over her fur smoothly. Daryl places his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles.

The puppies bound their way to your lap, sniffing gently at the sleeping bundle in your arms. It's early morning, sun having barely risen. It casts an orange glow over the living room, allowing auburn tinges to peek through Daryl's hair. Gazing at him, you feel so lucky. Lucky to have such a great man to father your children, one who will always protect and never harm. A big, strong man who touches you with such gentle hands, and whispers loving words to your daughter.

Yes, it's busy. Sometimes you cry. But in this moment, the quiet business of dawn, you've never felt more grateful.

[comicsiswild]

Minor Threats (2022) #2

[flannelfloofs]

So after getting into the newest chapter, I had to make a Player sona because I'm one of the few Poppy Playtime fans in my friend spaces...

also since I really like Hoppy Hopscotch and her mint scent, I made a lil mini smiling critter 'pet' for my insert named Scrap (bc he likes scraps of food and also bc I based him off Springtrap bc I wanna) who's in the hands of my insert despite being a feral, flesh craving bastard. Like any horse girl movie, with enough training and bonding, we will win the big race* together.

(*kill The Prototype and leave)

I gotta draw these two more soon..I loveee this game sm