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und8e2ff · 2 years

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so... I called Seiya a fake and a fraud the other day and...

I might have been wrong?

Recapping with the images I used in the linked post...

him do his lil dance

This is what I got when I taped some paper on my monitor and traced the path of his arm movements

This is the Pegasus constellation

chile...

yall about to watch me lose 5 years of my life for the second time in 48 hours

how special does that make YOU feel?

okay, SO-

The Pegasus constellation in real life actually appears in the sky flipped both vertically and horizontally from the picture I used in the last post. That's how the Pegasus constellation appears behind Seiya.

but here (below) is how it appears in the sky in real life

Also, while reviewing the GIF specifically, I noticed that the Pegasus constellation behind Seiya when he's channeling his cosmo has extra stars for the back legs of the Pegasus.

In both images I've posted so far of the Pegasus constellation, those stars aren't there. At first, I thought they were extra stars to make the background more "balanced" with more stars to outline Seiya's silhouette and to further frame him as the focus of the shot.

so... that was f a l s e

The extra stars for the legs in that GIF/animation are actually the Andromeda constellation.

The Pegasus constellation is made of the Great Square of (the) Pegasus and a few more stars that make the two front legs and the head of the horse.

The Pegasus and Andromeda constellations share a star in the Great Square called Alpheratz. The Andromeda constellation, while being its own thing and not actually being part of the Pegasus constellation, looks like the back legs of the Pegasus.

This explains away the extra stars in the GIF as being accurate to astrology and not just artistic choice.

All of this is very interesting and has fuckall to do with the actual point I came here to address today.

sew...

I started to play around a bit with the pathing of Seiya's arm movements and see if there was any, and I mean ANY possible way it could really be matching up with the Pegasus constellation.

and honestly???

ye, it kinda works

First, let me clean up what I traced out yesterday.

Okay, so when I clean up the path and separate the two, this is what it looks like.

This is the exact path his arms move in and I've marked every place where his arms change trajectory/curve with numbers so you can have a better idea of the order he's hitting which points since there is quite a bit of overlap.

The Pegasus constellation has 15 stars but I don't think he's hitting like... every individual star? More like tracing over where each one roughly is?

this'll make more sense in a bit...

Alright, so-

Earlier I discussed the orientation/direction of the Pegasus constellation as it appears behind Seiya and how it will appear in most images when you look it up. The head is up top and to the left with the Great Square, it's body, to the bottom right.

But again, the way it appears in the sky in real life is flipped both vertically and horizontally with its head to the bottom right and Alpheratz, the farthest out corner of the body/Great Square connected to Andromeda (the hind legs), to the top left.

I've tried countless times to fit different images of the Pegasus constellation into the outline and while it never quite fits, I've realized that in spite of that, the path still kind of works.

sooooo . . .

I'm gonna try to get an image of the Pegasus constellation that includes the names of all the stars in it. This'll help me explain the path and how it hits/curves around or through each part of the constellation.

And then I'm going to show you what it looks like when you trace the path of each hand over the constellation.

Like I said earlier, if you draw out the path itself and then try to use a photoeditor to like, idk... 'superimpose' a stock image of the Pegasus constellation into it, it won't really fit like that. But I think I've found a way to make them align.

This is the best image I could find of the Pegasus constellation with almost all of the stars named.

Sadly, I couldn't find an image like this with the constellation facing the same way it does behind Seiya, but I'll mark the paths and do my best to explain.

ye, I think I'm about to hit the image limit

I think it's clear where Seiya's hands start. His left hand starts on the star Alpheratz and his right hand starts either on Baham or Enif, but I think it starts on Baham.

Actually, it might start at Homan.

I'll start with his left hand, though.

So, like I said earlier, Seiya's left hand starts on Alpheratz, which is way in the bottom right corner. From there it does a HUGE diagonal left upward curve to Enif. Enif is the furthest star in the upper left of the constellation, it's the Pegasus's nose.

And from Enif, it swerves really far back right again to Algenib. Algenib is the star above Alpheratz in the Great Square (the upper right corner). From Algenib it goes a little bit back left to Markab, the upper left corner of the Great Square. From Markab it goes down to Scheat, the lower left corner of the Great Square, and then upwards, diagonal and right back up to Algenib.

The final movement is a HUGE downwards crescent from Algenib that sweeps under Alpheratz to the left, through the legs of the Pegasus, and up, not quite to but very close, to Enif again.

Actually, on the first swing from Alpheratz to Enif, I think it might swing through the stars Matar and ι or Iota Pegasi which are the stars in the middle of the bottom and top leg respectively.

Alright, looked at it a little more and Seiya's right hand very likely starts at Homan. Homan is a star in the middle of the Pegasus's neck.

From Homan, Seiya's arm makes a pretty sharp crescent to the right, it doesn't go through anything, but when it comes back to the left, it passes through Baham, which is the top of the Pegasus's head. From Baham, he makes a massive, downward sweeping motion that I believe is going through the star at the tip of the top foot.

The Pegasus's feet are out in front of it with one leg positioned over the other.

I think that star is called Kappa Pegasi? In the picture, it just looks like κ which is probably supposed to be short for κ Peg. Kappa Pegasi is the second star after Sadalbari, which is the bent knee of the top leg of the Pegasus.

Both of the legs are coming out of Scheat at the lower left of the Great Square.

From there it continues to curve rightward and it goes by, quite possibly through, the tip of the bottom foot of the Pegasus. The star at the end of that leg is represented in the image as π, short for π Peg which is Pi Pegasi. From Pi Pegasi, it continues its loop and goes through Scheat where both legs start.

From Scheat it arcs up and to the left to Enif, the Pegasus's nose, and finally, from that point, it swings slightly downward and far right to the upper right corner of the Great Square, Algenib.

Edit - Honestly, that last arc was probably supposed to go just a bit lower and hit Sadalbari. I think that's the only major named star I haven't hit yet. but oh well

Actually...

Seiya might be crossing all of the major/named stars. oh wow...

The attention to detail is astounding, high key.

but bruh- I really went in on this lil boi the other day

I came for his stance. I came for his character; I deadass called him a liar at one point.

chile... I came for his eyesight

Marin was out there catchin strays-

okay, girlies. so i redid the math and the math IS mathin, but liek...

bitches cain't carry decimals

Hi there, this is your Captain bitches speaking~ We're almost off this flight ✈️🌠

chile... nah, Cause I dragged tf out that poor boi in my last post and I was wrong. Not just for draggin him and not mindin my business but because I was actually, factually wrong.

ima go on now and let him do his lil Disney Cosmo channel thang mid-fight and sit down someplace

im sorreh, mah boi...

but ye, Within 48 hours we learned net zero information in which the person that debunked me was like... future me.

Anyways...

Much love and thanks to anyone who reads this thing.

And a lil extra love and thanks to people who read the first post too~

💖 * 💖 * 💖 * 💖 * 💖

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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"what'd you do - eat a horse?"

"i told you, i haven't been trainin'!"

#my fave scene i think #vinny pazienza #vinny pazienza gifs #miles teller #miles teller gifs #mt*#my gifs #bleed for this

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adaptacy · 8 months

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hello hello letting you know i am absoutely 👀 interested in that old west au you mentioned

giggles

i just wanna chew on leland idk i wanna just.. yknow? idk point is i lob him and now you can have cowboy leland

riding a horse with someone is so intimate and sexually charged for no reason so take this brainrot :D

we also got a little brother's best friend goin on cause.... giggles

Cowboy!Leland x Afab!Reader

You leaned your elbows over the paddock fencing, watching the man in the saddle as he directed the horse to walk circles around a pair of ex-beer barrels. You glanced at the folded bills in between your fingers, and then back up at the man. He'd been at it for about an hour, you'd been watching him from the porch of your house, but it still made very little sense to you. It made even less sense with how much you were paying him. Or, how much your brother was paying him.

The man noticed you staring, as you'd been there for several minutes already, and he tugged on the reigns, directing the horse away from the barrels as he approached you.

"Everythin' alright, miss?" He asked, the upper half of his face shadowed by the brim of a hat, but it didn't hide his gaze. He glanced back at the house, and then to you once more, squinting slightly. "You hurt, or-?"

"No, no, I'm not hurt. I just... What is it you're doin', exactly, Mister Mckinney?" You asked, motioning towards the horse, who shifted her head away at your movement.

"I'm trainin'er. You... You own a ranch, and you don't know what horse trainin' is?" He let out a quiet laugh, and you rolled your eyes with a scoff.

"I don't own the ranch. My brother does. I'm just stickin' around for a bit before I settle down. Watchin' the dogs and keepin' the house tidy while he's gone. Ain't the horse s'posed to come trained?" You asked, knitting your eyebrows in confusion.

"No, uh.. No, they don't all come trained," he chuckled. "I'm just helpin'er temperament. Gettin'er used to being ridden. You ever rode one before?"

"A horse?"

"Yeah...? Yeah, a- a horse," he clarified, not sure what else you'd be talking about.

"No."

"You wanna?" You narrowed your eyes, and he reached his hand down. He motioned towards the paddock fence. "Climb on up. I'll show ya. Just be real gentle, she won't hurt ya if yer easy on'er," he directed.

"I'm... not sure," you released a nervous laugh, but he shrugged.

"Why not? I'm right here. I ain't gonna let you fall 'r nothin'," he reassured, and you pursed your lips, contemplating the idea. After a moment, you tucked the money into your pocket and lodged your boot on the first wood level of the fence, climbing onto it. You took the man's hand, and he placed his other on your waist, helping you onto the horse. "Easy now, that's it," he hummed, doing his best to steady your wobbly motions.

He moved off the saddle slightly, giving you room to sit as you held onto a small handle-like wooden sculpture jutting out from the saddle. His hand was still on your hip, but he removed it once you seemed steady enough.

"See? You got it. Practic'ly a natural," he teased, and you looked down, realizing how high up you were. It was a little uncomfortable, but not terrible.

"That's it? What's all the talk 'bout then? Don't seem that special," you remarked, and he chuckled.

"Toss your leg over," he directed, and you did as he asked. He shifted closer to you, pressing his chest against your back and his arms against yours, the reigns still in his hands. "I'll go slow, don't freak out," he hummed, noticeably close to your ear, and you gave a slow nod.

His boots gently hit the horse's sides, and there was a bit of a jump as the horse moved into motion, leading you to nervously grasp the handle in front of you and lean forward. He leaned forward too, keeping his chest against you as you awkwardly bumped with the horse's every step.

"Surprised your brother owns a ranch and you ain't ever ridden a horse before. You lived here long?" He asked, and you shrugged.

"Not very. Traveled with a group for a while. Didn't end up workin' out. Came back here. Parents owned this old place and I just... never really got into it, I s'pose. Brother's always been for it. Guess he got the cowboy trait," you explained, your speech occasionally broken up by bumps in the horse's steps.

"Nah, I think you got some of it in'ya. You got good rhythm," he complimented, though you didn't quite understand what he meant. He tugged the horse to a stop, setting down the reigns momentarily and instead placing his hands on your arms, earning a shift from you. "Hold onto her mane, right there. Might be more comfortable. Real tight, it ain't gon' hurt her. You got it," he encouraged, guiding your hands to the closest section of a black mane, your wrists resting on the brown fur of the creature. "Ready?"

"Sure," you replied, and he kicked her back into motion, causing your body to jolt forward slightly, but once you found the 'rhythm' he spoke of, the positioning was slightly more comfortable. Sure, you could also feel his hips against yours with every single step, but were you really complaining? No.

"Better?" He asked, leaning down slightly once more; he wasn't as close as before, but you were still acutely aware of his body against yours. "You're doin' good for a beginner."

"Yeah, better," you replied, a small smile on your face at his praise. He guided the horse around the length of the perimeter, and when he reached roughly the same spot where he'd originally picked you up, he pulled her to a stop. You sat up, looking back at him. "Why'd you stop?"

"Well, I gotta get back to trainin', sweetheart. I ain't gettin' paid for nothin'," he chuckled, smiling innocently at the small frown on your face. "What're you poutin' for?"

"Can't we do one more lap? It was kinda relaxing," you requested, shrugging.

He narrowed his eyes, seeming rather confused at the question. "Well, you can always do it on yer own time. It is your horse, after all. I was just tryin' be a gentleman. You looked lonely," he answered.

"I was," you mumbled, looking back at the house. He furrowed his brows at the comment, but you continued speaking before he replied. "I ain't gonna have time to learn myself. I'll pay you."

"Oh, no, you ain't gotta do that. I- Are you askin' me to teach you, darlin?" He asked, and you gave a small nod, bringing a slight smile to his face. "That's awfully sweet of ya, but I ain't sure how your brother'd feel 'bout me takin' his little sister out on horseback. If you got hurt, I wouldn't-"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," you cut off, and the cowboy left his mouth slightly open, giving you an almost frustrated glare. You sat up all the way and turned back to him, reaching for his chin with your hand, but he stopped you before you could pull him into a kiss.

"Sweetheart, this really ain't a good idea. I- I don't mean to be rude, you're a fine lookin' lady, but I really do respect yer brother, and-"

"Just kiss me," you grumbled, pulling him closer again, and this time he didn't resist your tug. You leaned towards him until your lips were on his, and you closed your eyes, unable to keep yourself from smiling as you felt a hand on your hip.

After a moment, he pulled away, blinking at you with an almost empty gaze. You held it, remaining silent as he processed the interaction. And then he tugged you closer and kissed you again, gently squeezing your waist. He held it for much longer this time, to the extent where you had to be the one to break it off, catching your breath as he chuckled. "I take it you're wantin' more?"

"Preferably," you replied, and the brunette smiled. He placed his other hand on your waist and guided your leg back over the saddle, helping you off of the horse as your boots hit the dirt. You looked up at him with a frown, but he shook his head.

"Relax, I ain't one to leave a lady unsatisfied," he reassured. His fingers snuck under his hat and he removed it, setting it on your head instead. "Run along inside, I'll get this gal back in 'er stable and we can... talk about payment options," he teased. Your frown turned into a smirk as you climbed back over the paddock fence, and he dipped his head, shifting back onto the main seat of the saddle as he guided the horse towards the gate.

After watching him for a moment longer, you turned around and headed back into the house, a satisfied grin on your face. Sure, you didn't know how to ride horses, but you did know how to ride cowboys. Maybe it was time for him to learn a thing or two.

#tcm game #adapt's aus #adapting to leland mckinney #leland mckinney x reader #leland mckinney #leland mckinney fluff #leland mckinney x reader fluff #cowboy!leland mckinney #cowboy!leland tcsm #leland tcm

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darksaiyangoku · 22 days

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RWBY Witcher Tales

—The Seventh Paladin—

It was a cool morning in the Kingdom of Céline and outside of a small cottage was a young, blonde-haired boy named Jaune Arc. In his hands, he he held a long stick and came face to face with his opponent; a crudely made dummy of rags and straw. Jaune circled the dummy and delivered several hacks and whacks to it.

Jaune: Hah! Hiyahh! Hah!

Jaune was channeling every ounce of strength into each attack, smirking as he saw bits of straw fall to the ground. With a deep breath, he held the stick up high and smacked the "head" of the dummy with tremendous force, tearing it off.

Jaune: *pants*...maybe I overdid it a little. *chuckles*

The sound of trotting hooves alerted him to a nearby horse and cart. The driver, an elderly man named Barry, arrived on the road to pick up Jaune for work.

Barry: Still messin' around with that stick, young man?

Jaune: It's called 'training', Barry.

Barry: *chuckles* Oh Jaune, I thought you would've learned by now that your trainin' is worth dirt. No commoner in the history of Céline has ever rose to the rank of knight.

Jaune: *smiles* Then I'll be the first! Prince Carson is holding a competition to find worthy candidates and I'm gonna beat every single one of them!

Barry: *laughs* You'd have a better chance of findin' lost Elven treasures than beating a noble! Stop dawdlin' and get on the cart, you'll be late!

Jaune tossed the stick onto the dirt and jumped onto the cart. As Barry rode off, Jaune looked at the bright blue sky as he tried to cheer his spirits. No one ever took his ambition of being a knight seriously, as the only ones who were eligible were the children from the noble class. When he was younger, Jaune used to read fairy tales of simple folk who would accomplish great deeds, like fighting dragons, saving people and becoming heroes. He'd imagine himself in those stories and was desperate to show that they were possible. That a common boy could be something more.

Jaune: *whispers* Just you wait. I'll show all of you and become the greatest knight in all of Remnant!

[Kingdom of Céline - Claremont]

Claremont was a tailor shop located in the city of Céline, owned by Robert Claremont. He was a white-haired man of middle age, yet had the spirit of a youth. He could work on 10 or 15 clothes a day, and they would come out absolutely pristine! Jaune had been his apprentice since he was 10 years old and while he wasn't at Robert's skill level, he was showing good signs of improvement. Today was especially busy and Jaune was sweating from the workload. His eyes strained as he tried to focus on the last stitch of a green tunic.

Robert: Are you alright there, Jaune?

Jaune: Yep! Just gotta finish this... almost there... got it!

Jaune stood up and inspected the tunic, making sure everything looked good. It wasn't the fanciest of clothes but he was happy with his work and wanted to make sure the customer felt comfortable.

Robert: Not bad, my boy. I'm sure the customer will appreciate it. He'll be arriving today. Make sure you have your chin up, we have a lot more orders to complete.

Jaune: Yes sir!

Throughout the day, Jaune was hard at work measuring, cutting and sewing, nearly pricking his fingers a few times. One by one, the clothes were flying into the hands of satisfied customers. Soon, the last 5 minutes of work time was approaching and Robert was about to close up the shop. However, he was stopped when someone placed his foot between the door. Robert raised his eyebrow in confusion and remained calm as he tried to shoo the unruly stranger away.

Robert: *ahem* I'm sorry, but we are about to close now. You're free to visit on Monday morning, now please remove your foot from my door.

Stranger: I'm just here to collect my order. It won't take long at all. Please?

Robert: I- oh alright, but make it quick.

The stranger opened the door and stepped inside. Jaune's face turned pink as soon as he saw her. She had messy, white-blond hair and wore an ashen black leather corset, a tight green shirt, ripped black trousers and long, cream-coloured leather boots. On her back, she carried two shortswords, a bow and a quiver of arrows. Two features stuck out to Jaune the most; a pair of violet, cat-like eyes and a silver-coloured medallion in the shape of an eagle's head.

Jaune: *blushes* U-Uh um *ahem* D-Do you have y-your ticket, ma'am?

Stranger: Right here, darling. *shows ticket*

Jaune hurried to the back room and returned holding a crystal white sleeveless dress.

Jaune: I-I hope it's to your s-satisfaction, Mademoiselle.

The Stranger glanced at it and picked it up. She gave Jaune a satisfying smirk and bowed her head to him and Robert before departing. Jaune leaned over the counter, still smiling from ear to ear.

Jaune: Wow.

Robert: I wouldn't get too attached with the likes of her, Jaune.

Jaune: Hm? Why not? She seemed nice.

Robert: If you knew the line of work she does, you'd stay far away from her as possible. But enough about that, you did very well today. *smiles* Good work. Here you go, *tosses purse* your month's pay.

Jaune's hands nearly fell to the floor as he caught the purse. It was quite heavy. He slowly opened the bag and his eyes gleamed. Inside were 150 silver lien coins.

Jaune: My god! M-Maître Robert, this is way too much. I-I can't accept-

Robert: *chuckles* It's perfectly fine. You've come a long way these past two years and I am proud to have you as my apprentice. You've earned this coin. Take it.

Jaune was in awe and rushed over to hug his Master. Bidding goodbye, he left the shop and strapped the purse on his belt. Jaune walked with a skip in his step, not caring about who looked at him. But the further he walked, his happiness started to fade. He stopped in the middle of the street as the image of the silver lien pieces burned into his memory. It was a lot of money and Jaune knew that if he kept improving, he could make enough for his family and support them alongside his two older sister's jobs. But what would that mean for his desire to be a knight? Should he just give up? Stick something more normal and safe?

WHACK!

Suddenly, Jaune was knocked over as a sharp pain hit his back. He stumbled across the floor and his purse tore from his belt, the silver flying everywhere.

Jaune: *grunts* Agh! Ow!

Jaune looked up and glimpsed at his attackers. His eyes shrank as he recognised Cardin Winchester, son of the Bishop of Céline. Surrounding him were his friends, Dove Bronzewing, Skye Lark and Russel Thrush. Each of them bore an emblem of a golden cross that was crudely sewn onto their chests.

Cardin: Well, well, well. That's a lot of coin there, Arc. Now where would a commoner like you find such treasure?

Jaune: *pants* Agh... it's mine... I... earned from my job...

Cardin: *snorts* Why would a tailor waste his good fortune on someone like you? In fact, this *takes purse* should be donated to those who rightfully deserve it. The Eternal Fire thanks you for your contribution.

Jaune: Hey give that back!

Jaune sprang up and tried to grab his purse, only to be kicked in the stomach by Skye and Dove. He doubled over and fell to his knees and Cardin laughed sadistically.

Cardin: Oh give it up. You've been weak as a lamb ever since we were little and even if you could beat me, your ass would be sent straight to prison along with the rest of your family.

Skye and Dove held Jaune's arms while Cardin and Russel started punching and kicking him. He tried to escape, but the grip was too tight. His face and body stung with intense pain. Cardin was about to deliver the finishing blow when a hand gripped him tight and pulled him away.

Cardin: Hey! What do you think you're-

Cardin backed away in a rare moment of fear as he saw who interfered. Jaune gasped as he recognised the woman who purchased the dress from his shop.

Cardin: W-We need to run. Now!

Russel: What? But-

Cardin: Do as I say! If we stay here, she'll place a curse on us!

Skye and Dove dropped Jaune to the ground and followed Cardin and Russel as they ran away screaming. Jaune coughed and wheezed, still feeling the injuries dealt to him. The Stranger offered her hand and lifted him back up.

Stranger: Are you okay, darling?

Jaune: Agh! A-A little. T-Thank you, Madamoiselle.

Stranger: It's no trouhle and please, call me Robyn.

Jaune: O-Oh. Well thank you, Robyn. I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc.

Robyn: Nice to meet you. Who were those boys ans what was their problem with you?

Jaune: Ugh, they're Cardin Winchester and his little gang called 'The Eternal Fire'. They like to cause trouble for all the kids here, but especially nonhumans. Lately, I've been their favourite target. Why? I have no idea.

Robyn: Kids can be pretty cruel. What's stopping you from fighting back?

Jaune: *sighs* Even if I wanted to, I'd just get into trouble. They're all sons of nobles and if I defend myself, I'll be the one blamed for everything.

Robyn: Hmmm, I see. Tell you what, why don't I get you cleaned up and give you a hot meal?

Jaune: Wha-? I-I don't-

Robyn: *ruffles Jaune's hair* It's absolutely fine. After what you've been through, you could use some cheering up.

[Reynard Tavern]

Inside Reynard Tavern, Robyn chuckled as she watched Jaune devour a plate of sausages and baked potatoes.

Jaune: *munches* Ow!

Robyn: You might want to slow down a little. You haven't even healed yet from the beating.

Jaune: *feeble laugh* Sorry. I guess I was a little hungry.

Robyn: Clearly.

Jaune: *mouthful* Sho waz za dreff fo?

Robyn: ...

Jaune: *gulps* I meant to ask what the dress was for? Are you going to Prince Charles' banquet?

Robyn: Oh I wish. No, I have a mission to take care of that involves me looking my best.

Jaune: Hm? What is it?

Robyn: *chuckles* Nothing to worry yourself with. *ruffles his hair*

Jaune: Hmph. *small pout*

Robyn: So tell me, Jaune, what's it like working for a renowned tailor like Robert Claremont? He doesn't let just anyone work for him.

Jaune: Well he and my father used to go to the same school when they were children and, on my 12th birthday, it was decided that I'd become his apprentice as a favour. I wasn't sure at first, but I grew to like it. We get to meet so many interesting customers. Some of them local and some of them from other parts of Remnanf.

Robyn: That's wonderful to hear. I bet your family must be proud.

Jaune: Yeah I guess, but... being a tailor isn't really what I dream of.

Robyn: Hm? Then what is?

Jaune: I want to be a knight. A hero to defend my kingdom! Riding on horseback in shining armour! Brandising a sword at my side! Earning the glory of the kingdom!

Robyn: So you want fame and fortune? Not very chivalrous.

Jaune: Hey, it isn't about that! I just... I wanna prove to everyone that a commoner can be jusf as worthy as a noble to don armour. *clenches fist* That blood and status don't determine success.

Robyn: Hmmmm, I see. That does sound admirable and I do agree with you. Blood and status mean absolutely nothing. It's a flawed system designed to cause mistrust and anger among us all. *taps table* But first thing's first, do you even know how to use a sword?

Jaune: Um, I do practice a lot every morning before I go to work. I don't have a waster, but I use a stick.

Robyn: And do you practice with anyone at all?

Jaune: *shakes head* The things I know about sword fighting were from old books. The stances, the techniques, everything.

Robyn; I won't lie to you, you won't have a chance at joining the knights.

Jaune: ...o-oh. *hangs head*

Robyn; Which is why I'll train you myself.

Jaune: *looks up* What? Really?

Robyn: Of course. If you are serious about this and willing to put in the work, then I'll train you.

Jaune: Thank you so much! *grins*

Robyn: *raises hand* Don't expect this to be an easy ride, however. It will be gruelling. You will be beaten, bruised and bloodied almost daily. We'll treat our sparring sessions as real fights. Can you handle that?

Jaune: *nods head* Yes Robyn! I won't let you down!

Robyn; *smiles* Good. We'll start tomorrow. *leaves table* Bonne nuit.

Jaune waved goodbye as she left the tavern. His eyes sparkled with elation. For the first time in his life, someone didn't mock his ambition and was actually going out of their way to help him achieve it. He smiled again and made a vow not to let Robyn down.

[Arc Cottage Field]

Jaune yelled out as he was forced to the ground from Robyn's waster. His face, arms and legs were covered with bright red bruises and his lungs were burning fiercely. Robyn stood over him playing with her waster.

Robyn: I think it's time we took a break.

Jaune: *wheezing* No... I... can still... carry... on...

Robyn: Jaune, we're stopping here. You're tiring yourself out and that's dangerous. Your enemies will take advantage of that and kill you. So let's take a break.

Jaune: *groans* Fine.

Jaune and Robyn sat by a tree and she pulled out a small, glass bottle filled with light blue liquid. She gently poured some of it over Jaune's wounds, making him grit his teeth as it stung.

Robyn: I know it hurts, but you have to bear it. This medicine will help and you'll be fighting fit in no time.

Jaune: What is this thing?

Robyn: It's called Sunshine. It's a mild form of potion designed for healing.

Jaune: *winces*This is mild?

Robyn: Compared to the other potions I have. If you took those, you'd be in big trouble.

Jaune: *chuckles* I have to say, you're much nicer compared to what everyone says about Witchers.

Robyn: *raises eyebrow* I don't seem to recall mentioning I was a Witcher.

Jaune: Well you're not exactly hiding it. Aside from your eyes, your medallion is giveaway.

Robyn: *laughs* I suppose I haven't done a good job of blending in. I am curious that you never mentioned anything until now, though.

Jaune: That's because I wanted to see if any of the rumours were true and so far, you're not living up to them at all. You saved from Cardin, bought me a hot meal and are even going out of your way to train me. I'd say you're a good person.

Robyn: *smiles* You're a kind boy, Jaune. Never lose that. How are your wounds?

Jaune: They should be healing up soon.

Robyn: Excellent! Although since you know I'm a Witcher, I'm going to take this up a notch. *taps waster in her hand*

Jaune: Ehehe, you're joking... right?

[6 Months Later]

For many days and nights, Jaune trained hard. His body had seen a slight growth in height and muscle, he was more agile and his technique was more focused. Today was the last day of summer and many of the citizens were invited to Prince Charles' castle for a banquet. No matter their social status, everyone eas welcome be they peasant or noble. The Arc Family gathered with everyone in the courtyard and clapped along as Noir and Blanc, the youngest twins, joined the dance circle.

Saphron: Whooo!!! Go Noir!

Rouge: Show them how it's done, Blanc!

Verte: Hey Jaune, why don't you join in? Who knows, you meet even find a lucky lady. *winks*

Jaune: Wha- Verte! *blushes* Th-That's not why I'm here!

Rouge: Yeah, yeah, you're here for the swordfighting contest. Try to lighten up a little, we're just having fun.

Jaune: Hmph!

As the morning turned to evening, the main event was about to be begin. Arriving in the courtyard was the young man himself, Prince Charles of Celiné. He had ashen black hair with a large, cyan streak at the front, emerald green eyes and wore a long, white linen tunic that stunned the crowd. Beside him was his best friend and leader of his Six Paladins, Orlando Lima. He was tall and green-haired, with brown eyes and wore lightweight green armour. Charles turned around to see his audience as they bowed to him. After a few minutes of speeches, it was time for contest to commence. However, this was no ordinary contest, as Charles had made an interesting addition to the rules. The winner would be offered an official membership into the Paladins. Within the crowd, Jaune soon became nervous. There was no way he could compete with the other swordsmen, he had only trained for six months. One by one, many of the compeitors had been defeated and standing victorious was his old enemy; Cardin. Jaune was about to turn away until his brothers blacked his path.

Blanc: Come on, big brother! Go!

Noir: Yeah! You got this!

Jaune: Hold on, I- gwagh!

Jaune was pushed into the centre where he came face to face with Cardin, who laughed mockingly..

Cardin: Oh this is too perfect! The Eternal Fire has blessed me with victory if he sent you as my challenger.

Jaune: L-Listen Cardin, I-

Cardin: Don't worry, Arc. I'll make this quick as to not humilate you. Haaaaah!!! *runs*

Cardin raised his waster high into the air and tried a downwad slash. Without even thinking, Jaune parried the incoming attack and elbowed him in the chest, staggering him. For a moment, Cardin was in shock but quickly regained is composure as he resumed his attacks. Jaune dodged each one with graceful agility and thwacked him from behind. The crowd gaped in excitement and intrigue, as did Charles and Orlando. Cardin, however, was gerting angrier and carelessly thrashed around. Jaune blocked and countered each strike and landed several blows across Cardin's stomach, arms, shins and his face. Cardin reached his limit and yelled as tried to thrust, only to be kicked to the ground as Jaune disarmed him. He couldn't believe it. He had lost. Jaune put his waster back in its sheath and bowed his head to the Prince.

Charles: *claps* Marvellous! Absolutely marvellous!

Jaune: Thank you, Your Highness.

Charles: What's your name?

Jaune: It's Jaune. Fourth child of the Arc family and the first son.

Charles: Hm. I don't think I've heard of the Arc family before.

Jaune: *chuckles nervously*We're not exactly famous. We're a common family with jobs like servers or tailors.

Orlando: And yet your technique with a sword was impressive. You must have had an excellent teacher.

Jaune: You could say that.

Charles: *smiles* Well now since there's no more challengers, I declare Jaune Arc as the winner!

Jaune: Excuse me?! Y-You mean I get to be one of your Paladins?

Charles: *nods head*

Cardin: What?! *gets up* Your Highness, I demand that he be disqualified from this contest! He had no right to join this contest in the first place! He's not of noble blood!

Orlando: Now, now settle down. The contest was open for everyone to compete in. Status doesn't matter at all.

Charles: And Jaune won fair and square. As such, he will be a squire for the Paladins. *turns to Jaune* Do you accept?

Jaune: *bows* Yes, Your Highness!

The room erupted with applause and Jaune's face turned rose red with embarrassment. But the loudest shouts and claps came from his family. He had done them proud. Amidst the cheering was a violet-eyed woman in a hooded cloak, smiling proudly. History was made that day; the day when the Seventh Paladin had arrived.

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Headed to the airport and thought I got on to the flight to Las Vegas but ended up on the flight to South Texas International Airport, not sure how that will work out for me, any ideas?

Las Vegas! A weekend of raucous parties. Gambling. Alcohol. You even had tickets to see Celine Dion. It was supposed to be an orgy in colorful LED and neon lights. And now you are standing here at this airport. The crickets are chirping. The men are wearing cowboy hats and boots. And you are wearing pink hot pants with matching chucks. And sweetie: The glitter top is really too tight for you, you should get yourself a size bigger.

And what should you do now? Take a rental car? You don't have a driver's license! One of the cowboys looks at you questioningly. He spits out his chewing tobacco and asks you something. After a second you think you have guessed what he asked you. Whether he can take you into town. Since you have no idea what else to do, you gratefully accept.

"An? Hare fahwar thuh rodeo?"

You think the question is a joke. But anyway, you say yes.

"Ah thought so. Yawl look lahk uh man who knows how tuh handle uh horse. "

You giggle silly and hysterical. You wanted a unicorn tattoo once. But you were too scared of the needle. You pull yourself together. And say that you love animals.

"Say, Ah know yawl… Dja go tuh Sharyland Pioneer Ha Skoo?"

"Pete? Fucking… Sure, we were in the same class together."

Pete doesn't make a face, just takes his right hand off the wheel and high-fives you. You ask if you can have some of his Copenhagen.

"So? Tell may, Connor. Iz chur luggage at thuh hotel yet?"

"Saddle, chaps and vest are delivered in advance", you answer. "But thuh rest uh mah luggage iz still sumwhere between Saint Louis an hare."

"Bro, let's go pick up chur stuff at thuh hotel. An then yawl come tuh may. Thayure's plenty uh room at thuh ranch. An Ahl defnutly hav sumpn fahwar yawl tuh wear."

"Fuck, great, bro! Yawl know Ah hate thuh city. An Ah hope yawl hav sumpn tuh ride in on thuh ranch. Ah need sum trainin' before thuh rodeo."

"Hehehehe, is yawl tawkin' bout may, thuh Mexican stable boy or wunna thuh year ode stallions."

"Raht in thet order, bro!"

Fuck, you guys have never talked to each other that much. Not all junior high, not all high school. What luck you met Pete, you can't imagine better preparation for the rodeo. The hottest ass in South Texas. And the wildest stallions. I wish you the best of luck!

Thanks to @cowboyupcowboy2016 for the hot pic!

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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One Jealous Cowboy

Ooh I got one for ya: Aelin gets upset with Rowan and ignores him for a whole day and spends it w Fenrys, dorian and Cassian etc. and ro gets jealous

thanks for the prompt @everenvacker and i’m sorry it took so long :/ getting ready to move back to college is kinda taking over my life

word count: 1,553

warnings: language, grumpy cowboys, mild angst

enjoy!!

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Aelin wasn’t entirely sure why Rowan had woken up in such a terrible mood, but she wasn’t about to take any more of his shit.

“I made coffee,” she offered when he stomped into the kitchen, scowling grumpily, his hair still mussed from sleep.

“Hrmmphh,” he grumbled, blearily grabbing his mug and drinking the whole thing down in one go, the cup clattering against the counter as he banged it back down. “More?”

She rolled her eyes. “Pot’s right there, cowboy.”

“Ae--”

“Don’t nickname me, Whitethorn.” Her tone was clipped. “What the hell flew up your ass this morning?”

Ire sparked in his eyes. “Why d’ya assume I’m the grouchy one, Galathynius?”

“I don’t know, because you’re nonverbal and irritable and then the first thing out of your mouth is a grumble?”

He blinked. “All right, fair enough.”

She huffed a short sigh. “I’ve got work, Rowan. I need to go.”

“Aelin, I’m--”

She cut him off with a quick, perfunctory kiss. “Bye.” And she headed out the front door, her flats tapping rapidly against the wooden porch. Fucking hell, she didn’t know how to deal with this. Maybe he was just tired out from not getting much sleep, but she knew she didn’t want to be in close quarters with him until they’d both had time to breathe, so she headed into the city to go to work.

When she returned to the ranch in early afternoon, using the perks of being the boss to take the afternoon off, she hesitated a long moment before ducking into Rowan’s house to change, then drove over to the barn. Upon hearing her shoes against the flooring, Fenrys stuck his head out of one of the stalls.

“Howdy, Ae!” the ranch hand called, waving cheerily. “Long way from your diners, aren’t you?”

She grinned, the blonde’s easygoing charm putting her in a better mood. “Perks of being the boss, Moonbeam. I get to decide my time off.”

“Amen to that,” he chortled. “Ya gonna take a ride?”

“You wish,” she smirked, blowing him a little kiss.

Fenrys burst into snorts of laughter, leaning against the stall to keep himself upright. “Oh no I don’t,” he wheezed. “I like my body parts right where they are, I do.” He winked lewdly. “Besides, Dor would rip my balls off, an’ I can’t have that.”

Aelin snickered. “Touché.”

Fen helped her saddle up a horse, and she led the dappled mare out into the corral and mounted up, clicking her tongue and directing the horse’s steps out around the ranch grounds. She headed for the south pasture, knowing it was usually empty save for whichever cowboy was out there training the young horses, and knowing also that Rowan tended to pass along the training duties to one of his ranch hands. It wasn’t long before she reached the pasture, the gate opened wide enough to let her mare trot in, and took a leisurely pace across the grass until the cowboy across the field became visible.

She waved. “Hey, Dorian!”

“Hey there,” Dorian grinned, petting his hand down the neck of the horse he’d been working with. “What brings ya out here, AG?”

“Needed some air,” she said offhandedly, smoothly dismounting and letting Dorian lead the mare to a hobbling post.

“Nothin’ like ranch air,” the dark-haired ranch hand agreed. “Hey, y’wanna help with saddle training?”

Aelin arched a brow. “You sure he’s not gonna buck me off?” She eyed the young horse skeptically.

Dorian shook his head. “Nah, I been trainin’ Damaris here for a solid while now, he’s takin’ to the saddle real well.”

“All right,” Aelin agreed. “I’m game.”

“Attagirl!” He patted the young horse some more, murmuring quiet instructions as he gestured for Aelin to step up onto the nearby mounting-up rock and swing herself into the saddle. “Easy now, Damaris.”

The horse shuddered a little as she climbed into the saddle, but he stayed in place, not making any move to start bucking.

“Good, good,” Dorian praised, indicating that Aelin should take the reins. With the halter in his hand, Dorian guided Damaris in a slow circle, coaxing the slightly nervous horse to walk, getting used to the feeling of Aelin on his back. One lap, two, three, and he let Aelin take control, guiding him in another circle.

“Lookit you go, city girl!” drawled another voice, and both Aelin and Dorian turned to find Cassian Ilnair, Rowan’s old friend and the best cattle roper on the ranch, sitting casually on the fence. He tipped his hat. “Afternoon.”

“Moral support, huh?” Aelin teased.

Cass grinned. “Just observing the young one at work.”

“Jackass,” Dorian laughed. “Two years older and he thinks he’s the sage.”

“I am.”

“Mhmm.” Dorian rolled his eyes at Aelin.

“Hey, I wouldn’t be too hard on the kiddo,” Aelin snickered. “He’s done a crackerjack job training Damaris here, yeah?”

“I’ll give him that,” Cass agreed. “Boy’s got a knack with the horses.” His grin spread wide and wicked. “Must be the part of him that just loves a good ride.”

Dorian’s whole face flushed crimson as he spluttered incoherently. Aelin and Cassian burst into cackles, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the younger cowboy trying and failing to form a retort.

“Ain’t this awful cozy?” broke in yet another voice.

Rowan’s voice.

Aelin turned her head to see him leaned against the far side of the fence, still wearing his grouchy frown.

“Don’t y’all have actual work to do?” he grouched at his ranch hands, folding his arms across his chest.

“I think this is my cue to leave,” Aelin mumbled, smoothly dismounting and going over to the mare she’d ridden out into the pasture. “Always happy to help, Dor.”

He tipped his hat towards her, risking a low snarl from Rowan. “Pleasure, AG.”

Cass pushed himself off the fence, loping along next to Aelin as she untied her horse. “What’s with him?”

“Dunno.” She placed her foot into one stirrup, preparing to mount up. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something.”

“Huh.” Cass cupped his hands, letting her boost herself. “I’ll be nice to him, I swear.”

“Liar,” Aelin chuckled. “Don’t let him bully you, Cass, he’s just grumpy.”

“As always.” Cass, too, tipped his hat at her as she nudged the mare into a gentle trot.

“Damn flirts,” Rowan grunted, his boots crunching in the grass of the pasture as he moved to catch the reins of Aelin’s horse before she could canter away.

“What is it, Ro?”

“You tryin’ to make me angrier, darlin’?” he grumbled, still scowling.

She just gave him her flattest CEO face. “Baby, pull your head out of your ass. I’m giving you space today, because this morning, all I took away from your grousing was that you needed a wide perimeter.”

““Yeah, but did that perimeter have to include all of my ranch hands?” Though he tried to mask it, she heard right through his grouchiness. Her cowboy--he was jealous.

“Rowan.” From her perch atop the horse, she could reach down and rest her free hand against his face. “I don’t mean to anger you, but you do know that all three of the guys are very much taken.”

He sighed into her touch. “I know. I just...” He huffed out a breath. “Ae, it’s been a rough few days.”

Her eyes softened. “You know you can tell me anything, babe.”

“I know,” he said again. Then nudged her horse’s flank. “Can we talk when I’m back at dinnertime?”

“Of course.” She brushed her thumb over his jaw. “Of course we can.”

True to his word, Rowan came home to dinner ready to talk. He dropped a kiss on Aelin’s head and went upstairs to shower like he usually did, coming back down with his hair damp and adorably messy. She didn’t press him, just let him dish up his food and then settle into his chair, getting some nutrition into his stomach before she asked him anything.

“What’s up, cowboy?”

He sighed tiredly. “There’s been talk of a cattle thief in the area. Few of the nearby ranchers have noticed cattle missing or damaged fences or some shit that warn’t done by the weather, an’ last week, Malakai found horse and boot tracks out in his south pasture.” He raked his hands through his hair. “I’m gettin’ a li’l worried, Ae, ’cuz if’n they’re right and there’s a cattle thief...well, I can’t afford to lose any of the herd.”

“Oh, babe,” she murmured, pushing out of her chair so she could walk over and wrap her arms around him from behind his chair. “I know it won’t help, but I’m sorry this is all happening at once.”

He heaved a long sigh, tilting his head back against her shoulder. “It’s just so much, my love. And this close to sale time, I’m even more on edge.” He reached one arm back to loop around her neck. “I’m sorry I’ve been a jealous ass lately.”

“I forgive you.” She kissed the top of his head. “Even though you’re a jealous ass, I forgive you.”

“Never miss a chance to talk about my ass,” he quipped, winking slyly.

She snickered. “I think you mean my ass, cowboy. Since I own it.”

Well, he couldn’t really argue against that.

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The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Chocobos

The big yellow bird stared at him, head cocked in a manner that was far too inquisitive for the dull gleam of intelligence that shone in its great round eye. "Er, what am I supposed to do with it?" Keshet asked, refusing to break eye contact with the bird as he addressed its handler.

"'S a mount, sir."

"But I have a mount." A great, beautiful mount with lush purple feathers and a penchant for violence that rivaled his own. This thing... It was cute, he supposed, if that were the sort of thing you looked for in a steed. Its beak was overly large, and its wings overly small. That bulbous eye tracked him as he moved around it, its wings fluttering proudly. "Can it even fly?"

"Well, with some trainin' it can. Coupla breeds that can fly from the egg, but we breed these because they're better for ridin' and for fightin'. Don't spook so easy."

So it was a bird that was, for all intents and purposes, a horse. Why? "They can fight?" It didn't look like it could fight. There was no savagery to its face, nothing but a vaguely pleasant look as it ruffled its feathers. Its talons were rather long, and perhaps its legs were stronger than his yol's, but without the drive to kill...

"Sure can. Been used as war steeds as long as we've been breedin' 'em."

Keshet peered at it. It peered back. Evidently it liked what it saw, because it preened, its beak opening in what could only be termed a smile. "Kweh!"

Keshet backed away, eyeing those too small wings. Where was the majesty of it? The vicious beak and the wings that could stir up whirlwinds? He shook his head, thumb rubbing along the whistle at his hip in a familiar, soothing gesture. "I think I'll stick with my yol, thanks."

"Suit yerself," the stable manager said with a shrug.

Keshet could have sworn as he turned away that there was disappointment in the chocobo’s eyes. Another reason not to take it. That thing is far too damned emotive.

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Chill Yellow - Chapter 6

Location: Seisou Hall 2nd Floor Passage Characters: Tsukasa, Hokuto, Keito, Jun & Rinne

Hokuto: …So that’s the story.

Jun: *Sigh* I see. So you were doing this training in order to prep for that audition, huh.

Hokuto: To be precise, I was already rejected in the first audition, so it’s for the second one.

Rinne: Hm? Does that mean you know about this audition too, Jun-Jun?

Jun: Of course, it’s an audition that’s garnered a lot of attention. People at CosPro were arguing over whether to attend or not right until the day of the audition.

Rinne: That so~? I ain’t interested in that kinda thing anyway.

Jun: Well, I understand why you guys were making a fuss now. So that’s why you two were arguing back and forth.

Rinne: Yeah. It’s outta my control. You gotta say something to convince Kita-san too, Jun-Jun.

Hokuto: Hey. Don’t drag Jun into this, he’s got nothing to do with it. You’ll just be causing him trouble.

Rinne: Can’t believe I’m hearin’ that from someone who was literally just about to cause trouble for a lotta people.

Jun: Convince? Hmm. Well, pushing yourself almost to the limit is one correct way of training.

Hokuto: ! Right? Looks like you understand, Jun.

Jun: Oh, not really. I just understand that in order to fully become a character, you really have to immerse yourself, that’s all. I’ve done something like that in the past.

Anyway, you won’t get away with a written apology if you break the dorm's window, you know?

Hokuto: Uuu… But, then… there aren’t many days left until the second audition…

Jun: Hmm…

Oh, how about this? It’s difficult to do bad things, right? That’s why you’ve got to think outside the box.

Hokuto: Think outside the box…?

< One Week Later. Rinne is watching TV. >

Rinne: Ohh. This is the horse I’ve got my eyes on. Its coat is lookin’ good and the body is real tight.

Alright. I’m gonna make this guy the focus and bet ‘em in a trio.

I feel like this guy’s gonna be my lucky goddess. You got this, baby ♪

Alrighty, who’ll be your opponent…?

Keito: I thought a typhoon might hit today seeing as you’re reading the newspaper so seriously, but it’s a horse-racing one, I see. You never change, huh.

Rinne: Hm? Ohh~ Keito-chan, Kita-san and “Ou-sama”-kun.

Tsukasa: Hello.

Rinne: Ah! I remember now. Kita-san, you came at just the right time! Help me out here, will ya~?

It’ll just take a minute. Could ya pick a number from one to sixteen?

Hokuto: A number…? Let’s see. Then… seven. I actually wanted to choose seventeen but you said only up to sixteen.

Rinne: Nice one! Lucky seven! I like that number too~♪ Alright. Imma bet on number five and number seven.

Hokuto: Hm? So this is what you were asking for. It’s a number I chose out of impulse. It’s not my fault if you don’t get a win.

Rinne: I think your name is pretty lucky in itself, Kita-san.

Hokuto: My name?

Rinne: Well, don’t worry ‘bout it. It doesn’t matter.

I don’t really care what the results are. Superstitious numbers like these might just be the right numbers. You never know.

It’s the big autumn race. It’s like the big stage for the horses, so you gotta enjoy it like it’s a festival.

Hm? Speaking of big stages… Wasn’t the second audition today for you guys?

Keito: Yeah. We just came back.

Rinne: So? What’s the result? Did you get to put the fruits of your trainin’ to work?

Tsukasa: Yes! They were perfect! We all received excellent reactions from the director!

Hokuto: Well, it’s not like we were given an answer, so we don’t know if we’ll actually be appearing in the drama, but I do think the fruits of our labour were shown.

Rinne: Yeah? Good on ya. Looks like Jun-Jun’s advice hit the nail on the head.

Hokuto: “Pretend you’re in a simulation game and the bad deeds are options – all you have to do is pick the worst option among them.”

That was certainly easy to ingrain into my body.

Tsukasa: Yes! In order to be conscious of that on a regular level, I went over multiple improvisation Etudes and the behaviours came naturally.

Keito: Maybe I crammed too much within a short amount of time, but there were several times when I was struck with terror because I almost chose the worst option unconsciously in my daily life.

Rinne: (I see. I didn’t know how things would turn out in the beginning ‘cause they were way too serious, but… I guess them being so serious ended up workin’ in their favour.)

(By changing your perspective on things, is it like flippin’ a coin to see if it’ll land on heads or tails? Well, that’s why life’s a gamble and it’s interesting ♪)

Hokuto: Well, even if one of us gets to be in the drama, we’re confident that we won’t be dirtying the ES name by doing our best to work until the very end.

Rinne: Nice ♪

Alright! Let’s celebrate your becoming of villains and head to the racecourse right now!

Keito: You idiot. I’ve said this three times already, but there’s no way on Earth I’ll allow it. Hurry up and remember that.

Rinne: Huh!? Did you actually become a villain? Boring much~...!

Hokuto: I learnt that we don’t actually have to do bad things to act as a villain, after all.

I can’t go with you to the racecourse, but I can cut loose a little and join you for a small celebration for the audition…♪

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waxash9 · 2 years

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Not known Facts About Mount Khuiten Ascent

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This is a carefully prepared trip, in which we have a entire 4 times for acclimatization and climbing. This has actually to be a a lot extra thorough itinerary than what you are probably assuming. However, it's a lot more than 5 days of training, which was an great experience. For those in search for a considerably longer but a lot more detailed workout, obtain what you may take. I don't recommend all the training in this trip; it may definitely spoil everything. If the weather condition is excellent, this is additional than adequate to climb Mount Khuiten, Nairamdal peak(also known as Friendship top), and Malchin Peak. It's also the only various other opportunity in North India that you require to go up Khuiten. It's a extremely windy peak that may bring up to 100 feets. Some of the inclines are steep in any type of path coming from right here. There are not several vacationers seeing Mount Khuiten, especially in the wintertime.

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🐪 W e d n e s d a y ! 🐪 how’s ur week ?

Cold, spent stressin', however also spent trainin'! *grins* Little Moose is finally strong enough for some extercise, figured out he likes jumpin' over small fences for horse jumpin', even if he doesn't have too much enegry to do it as much as he'd like now.

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It's great to see trainers like Kelly Murphy-Alley give horses a second chance. Kelly gave a race horse named Storm Prospector another chance after it retired from an unsuccessful track racing career and turned the thoroughbred it into a wonderful barrel racing horse as part of the 2017 Thoroughbred Makeover competition. When Kelly isn't training horses she also works as a teacher, coach and mentor to young girls in barrel racing.

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omg this is such a cool idea !! cancer sun, libra moon, pisces rising, gemini venus with clyde please !! happy new year!

A/N: Thank you so much! I'm so happy that people found the game fun! Although I have to admit, some of these moodboards got really tricky to write! That being said, I hope that you enjoy this vignette!

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Clyde’s got a bad habit of readin’ too damn close to bedtime, he thinks as he bolts upright in a cold sweat, chest heavin’ as the images of his nightmares flicker across his vision like an after burn, like he’s been starin’ into the sun for too long like his Ma always warned against. The world is quiet, not even the roosters crowin’ to tell him the time. He tries to settle himself back down, but he knows that once he’s up, he’s up, and there ain’t no reason to try and fight it.

So, slippin’ out of bed, he strikes a match and lights one of the candles that you dipped yourself from the wax Clyde’s honeybees make, and carry it on its little silver dish through the creakin’ groanin’ halls of his family’s farmhouse. Wrappin’ himself up in his old plush robe, he makes his way down to the kitchen for a crust of bread and butter, warmin’ his feet by the furnace that heats the house through the night.

Up in the bedroom, you roll over to an empty spot -- and immediately wake up. Trainin’ your ear for the sound of your husband, you scrub a hand over your face and wrap yourself up in a robe of your own, quietly descendin’ the hundred year old stairs to join Clyde in the kitchen. He’s slumped over, his good hand supportin’ his head as he tries to rest his eyes next to a glass of milk he only put into bottles yesterday.

“The same one?” You ask, knowin’ it’s the nightmares. You light another candle, makin’ the room glow a little brighter, a little warmer.

Clyde lets out a long sigh, thinkin’ about those images that keep floatin’ past his mind. A man, a boy really, trapped under ice. Lured there by a siren, by a demon, by a ghost, hell Clyde doesn’t know. But he’s trapped, and in the nightmares, Clyde can hear him scream and pound on the ice of the frozen lake, but he can’t do nothin’ to help. Hands banging against air bubbles of desperate pleas haunt Clyde’s ears.

“Yep, although different.” He sighs again, feelin’ the exhaustion trickle down his spine. “Different but the same.”

You encourage him to rest his head on your shoulder as you both sit there by the furnace, eating the buttered bread, drinking the cool milk. You turn and press a kiss to Clyde’s forehead, tuck him into your arms. It breaks your heart to see your man like this, but there’s not much you can do about it, about what goes on inside his head. This house was old, been in the family since before it was even called America, if it wanted to tell Clyde its secrets, it was going to.

“Hm.” You think out loud, “Come ride around with me, we can go down to the beach and watch the sunrise.”

“Do’ya think the horses will be up for that?” Clyde raises an eyebrow at you, at the way you’re both wrapped up in your robes, not any way dressed for ridin’, thinkin’ about how the sun won’t be up for a while.

“I think they’ve been itchin’ to get out of their stables and stretch their legs.” You tug Clyde off of the little sofa by the furnace and take his good hand in yours, leading him upstairs to change into real clothes.

On the ride to the shore, you’re right about everything, as you often are; the horses trot happily, the roads are bustlin’ with the travelers and workers movin’ in and out of town. And when the sound of the waves gently washing against the sandy beach of his slice of West Virginia, when the sun like a pearl casts an opalescent glow across the Atlantic ocean, Clyde reaches for your hand and breathes in the salt air, dispellin’ any ghosts from his lungs, and smiles.

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