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First Visit At The Secret Stone Circle
Hey guys,
I created this painting of my oc Saga the other day, I hope you'd like it ☺️
Also I wrote a short story about her arriving at the Circle with Sabine, you can read it here if you might be interested. :)
#star stable online#star stable#sso sabine#dark riders#starshine legacy#sso oc#ssoblr#star stable fanfic
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Dusty was winded. He was laid sprawled on his left side. There was gravel in his mouth; he could tell by the taste something was wrong with it. The grains, despite being warm to the touch, sucked heat and sensation from his jaw. He hurried to spit out as much as he could. His eyes were caked shut with wetness and he brought the side of his right hand to wipe his eyes and mouth. Upon opening an eye, he was met with a Pandorian horizon. The sun had been replaced with a moon that shone an ethereal, off-white pink through the haze of pink and violet that coated everything in this place. He shoved himself onto his back and looked upwards around him; from what he could tell, he had fallen from the island where Anne had been imprisoned. He could see the glow of the crystal she was held in creeping over the edge of the cliff above him.
Finally churning out some fanfic! This is a work that starts out with Dusty trapped in pandoria after the Darko race you encounter after the first visit to Prison Island. He's stranded and injured and has to find his way out, and from there it'll be his journey of healing and readjustment.
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Christmas With Katja
My friend is writing a Star Stable festive story and it's literally the funniest thing I've ever read. Katja is being forced to write a Christmas song to fund Darkcore. Please check it out you won't regret it LMAO.
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here's my first In Stars And Time fic !! this game chewed me up and spit me back out. GO PLAY IT ON STEAM, SWITCH OR PLAY STATION ITS SO GOOD.
#in stars and time#isat#isat fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#my work#my fanfiction#my first post#im mentally stable i swear#i have no sleep schedule so its fine to stay up until 4 am writing each night :-3c#i need tumblr to stop offering me the autism tag. we get it lmaooo
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Time is standing still.
You aren’t sure whether your eyes are open or closed. You do not know why the grass seems to have moved to beneath the palms of your hands. You cannot tell what time of day it is. All you know is the presence of your horse anchoring you to the earth, the bone-chilling horror of having almost lost control of yourself, and the hope that you succeeded.
In the hours leading up to the ritual at the Sunset Islands, you were repeatedly warned that it could bring you to your very limit. You were under no circumstances to keep going if you began to feel like the magic was too much for you to bear, consequences be damned. You do not say it—you never do—but had you ever heeded this advice, you would have stopped using magic long ago. You are a dam of flesh and blood between your powers and the world, and whenever you tap into them for more than a moment, you feel like that dam is about to burst. You know that this is not what the Druids warn you about. The strain they speak of is not from holding together the dam, but from trying desperately to push every last bit of one’s magic through its few small cracks. You doubt that you could ever drain yourself in that way—the powers that course through your blood feel endless, as though it’s not a lake behind the dam, but an ancient, neverending river—and truth be told, the dam feels closer to fragile than to unbreakable. You do not want to know what would happen if you were to let it burst. You aren’t sure you would live to know the answer.
All things considered, perhaps the Druids’ warnings are not unreasonable. Still, you cannot live by them. You would be next to nothing if you did.
They have changed the way they talk about you, as of late. Between every word of every sentence spoken on the long ride from Valedale to southern Epona they hid secrets and cryptic messages clearly not meant for you. You understood them anyway, of course, and between the brief conversations you and the Moon Rider shared the occasional, silent look, almost as if to confirm that you had both heard and understood the same things.
You cannot live by the Druids’ constant warnings, because you would be next to nothing if you did, and you are not meant to be nothing. You are meant to be what she who you should not know of never became. You are meant to be the fifth to lead the way, as she could not. You are meant to stay true to your task, as she failed to. You cannot live by the Druids’ warnings, because you must succeed at any cost, and yet so much of what they lay on you rings false these days. It is no easy task to believe in their emphasis on you as one of a kind when the feeling that you are little more than a replacement of the girl who should’ve completed your mission two decades ago lies heavy on your shoulders through every second of every day.
In the end, you hardly experienced the ritual, as tends to be the case in situations where magic is involved. Every second of the process was spent desperately trying to control yourself, and when it is over, you spend minutes that feel like hours leaned against your horse, head still spinning from the forces that made your body their home only minutes ago.
You are beginning to think that something deep within you substantially sets you apart from the other four.
You are beginning to think that Catherine was wrong.
You are beginning to think that your fate is not an offer you can decline.
I am sorry, your horse whispers to you, and softly nudges your shoulder. It helps, if only a little bit.
You come back to the world when you realise that somebody is talking to you. The realisation that the sentences are filled with anger hits you before the words making them up do, and it almost makes you retreat into your head again. You force yourself to stay and take in the moment.
It boils down to this: you succeeded in bringing Fripp back, and now he is angry.
He is angry that you have involved a witch in the Druids’ business. He is angry that the Sun Rider is missing. He is angry that the Lightning Rider has gone after her. (You could have sworn that she was here mere minutes ago. Did she slip away during the ritual? Right after?) He is angry that you did not go after her together, and much, much earlier. You should have done so while there was still time and hope to stop her foolish decision. You should have realised what she was considering the second she asked where the foal had come from. For the short time before Linda intervenes, it is as if none of you have done so much as one thing right while you were left to your own devices.
By then, you are just aware enough of the world around you to share a cautious look with Linda, and it confirms what you already knew: you must keep finding your own answers. None will be given to you.
You lock away what little hope you had of perhaps, once Fripp came back, finally having somebody to ask about why the dam feels like it is about to burst, and then you throw away the key.
It will be fine. It has to be. You have made it this far on your own, after all. Going just a little further will not be the end of you.
#sso#star stable#star stable online#ssoblr#jorvikpov#ssofic#sso fic#sso fanfic#this is a whole new kind of longest jorvikpov#it's the longest by probably like. 200 words#I promise they won't all be this long I just had SO MUCH to fit into this one#and beta reader Manda said it was ok so I'm sure it's ok <3
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Meeting the Parents
Alex Cloudmill/Maya Dew
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Butterflies brawled in Alex’s stomach, and she wiped her hands on her pants again. For like the fifth time in the past ten minutes.
No, it wasn’t Garnok rising or Sabine or Katja or—
“They’re going to love you, Alex.” Maya smiled and interlocked her fingers with Alex. “You have nothing to worry about.”
Alex shifted in the dining booth and nodded with false bravado. “I’m not nervous.”
“You don’t have to lie,” Maya said. “It’s okay to be nervous.”
Their booth in the Coffe Pot Café overlooked the Dundull bay and in the early morning, Alex could watch the fishermen set up their sails for the day.
“Okay,” Alex said. She smiled at Maya. Her warmth was so infectious, and Alex never wanted to be without it. “I’m nervous. But not as nervous as I was a few minutes ago.”
“Good,” Maya said. “Now, imagine how I felt when I had to meet the Mayor of one of the biggest and busiest cities in Jorvik because he was my girlfriend’s brother!”
It still made Alex giddy when she heard Maya call her her girlfriend. It was a novelty, okay? And even if it became habitual, Alex didn’t think her happiness at that name would fade, anyway.
“Technically, Mayor Peanut is Fort Pinta’s mayor. You just met his assistant.” Alex brought their entwined hands up and kissed Maya’s. “Besides, James is all bark and no bite.”
“To you! He immediately started quizzing me on every detail of my stay in Fort Pinta until he found another opportunity to make money.”
“He is nothing if not dedicated.”
“I think that runs in the family.”
Alex laughed.
“Maya!”
Alex straightened. Maya’s parents had arrived. They shared Maya’s green eyes, but not her red hair. As they exchanged hugs and hellos, Alex stood to the side glancing anywhere but at the family. She wasn’t used to such overt familial affection, and the brawling butterflies in her stomach had graduated to a full on fight ring.
“Ma, Pa.” Maya took Alex’s hand and smiled at her. “This is Alex.”
Alex inclined her head with an awkward smile. “Nice to meet you both.”
“Us too!” Mrs. Dew beamed.
They all sat down in the booth and continued their conversation.
“Your mother was so excited, I don’t think she spoke a single word about anything else the whole bus ride,” Mr. Dew complained.
“Well, Maya had told me so much about you, Alex, that it was hard to wait!” Her mother began to scan the menu. “Though, you must forgive me, but it’s slipped my mind what you do for a living.”
“Oh, well, I’m in druidic training at the moment,” Alex replied. She was sure it was not what her girlfriend’s parents wanted to hear—that she was joining a secretive religious sect, but there wasn’t much truth Alex was able to tell Maya’s parents. So, she was trying not to lie when she could. If everyone knew about the true danger and magic of the world…maybe it would be better. But, alas, Fripp would have her head. Not that he doesn’t already have a million reasons to be mad at her, anyway. “But, I help my brother out at Fort Pinta sometimes, too.”
“Druidic training?” Mr. Dew asked. “That’s…”
“Remember our blacksmith back in the day, honey? He was a druid.” Mrs. Dew pointed out.
“Alex is great at it, too, guys,” Maya said. “She’s even on this task force that helps out across Jorvik.”
“Oh! Didn’t you say you had picnics with…oh, what was their name? One of Alex’s colleagues.” Mrs. Dew said.
“Yeah, we have picnics with one of my, um, co-workers in the Forgotten Fields,” Alex said.
“That’s so darling,” Mrs. Dew said. “Do you like it in Jarlaheim?”
“Oh, Jarlaheim’s a beautiful city, but I don’t actually live there,” Alex said.
“Oh, I must have heard Maya wrong, then,” Mrs. Dew said. “Where do you live?”
“I have a house in Valedale, but I do often stay with Maya in the Harvest Counties. It’s easier that way.” Alex fiddled with the napkin in her lap. “Plus, I have a good friend in Jarlaheim that will let me crash if need be.”
“Oh good, good,” Mrs. Dew said.
The waitress came to take their drink orders and then was off.
“This Dundull weather is beautiful, isn’t it, Ma?”
“Oh, yes. I love the sea breeze,” Mrs. Dew said. She folded her napkin in her lap. “Alex, do you like Fort Pinta, Jarlaheim, or Valedale best?”
“There’s great things about all of Jorvik, of course. But, I do really like living in Jarlaheim. It reminds me of home. The music scene is really great.”
“What kind of music are you into?”
“Hip-hop. Some rock. What about you?”
“Ooh, I like Jazz,” Mrs. Dew said. “The blues.”
“She plays it non-stop,” Mr. Dew added. “Where did you say your hometown was?”
“Jorvik City.”
“We live there now! Which part?” Mrs. Dew asked.
“Governor’s Fall. I really did love it, but at some point, my family just couldn’t afford to live there anymore,” Alex said. It was bittersweet but Alex was glad for the memories she made there.
“You both will have to visit us next time in Jorvik City,” Mrs. Dew said.
“Ma, I don’t like the city. I can’t bring Elli with me.” Maya pouted. It was funny. Maya was completely at ease, as she should be with her parents, but Alex felt like she was currently acting the most professional and polite she ever has.
“I’m sure your horse will be okay for a few days alone.”
“No, she won’t.”
The conversation devolved into a light-hearted argument about Elli being able to handle some alone time that was interrupted by their waiter taking their drink orders. The dinner continued in a similar banter, and the tension that Alex had held slowly dissipated.
By the time they were exchanging goodbyes, Alex really felt close to them.
Once they were gone, Alex and Maya started walking to the Dundull stable.
“They really like you a lot, you know,” Maya said. She squeezed Alex’s hand.
Alex knew she had issues with parental figures. It was an obvious consequence of her childhood that manifested in both avoidance and over-attachment to her older mentors. Especially with Elizabeth gone, Alex felt like she had to re-confront all her mental struggles all over again.
She was glad to have Maya by her side, and a small part of her hoped that one day, just maybe, she could call Maya’s parents her own.
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#Alex cloudmill#maya dew#ssoblr#sso#star stable online#star stable#fanfiction#sso fic#fanfic#OH MY GOD I FROGOT A LINE BREAK AT FIRST I AK SO SORRY
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#sso#ssoblr#star stable online#star stable fanfiction#sso fic#writing#ao3#ao3 fanfic#I live! Whohoi!
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We did it gang! We've hit 1,5k Star Stable fics on Ao3! Let's build to two thousand together!!
(For the record I am pleasantly surprised to be the one to post the 1500th fic. Not planned, just luck, I swear)
#ssoblr#sso fanfic#star stable online#ive had ideas for more Ydris is a piece of shit fics#but this little challenge is the first to see the light of day#he is such a bitch#horse game
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Have I ever mention that I love horses?
#0-g-i thinks#star stables#I-#I was kind of working on my fic and then saw an ad and- and now I'm waiting for it to finish installing#how did I went from thinking about mermaids to fanfics and now horse games
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Sabine's Decorations
Lovely evil Sabine, Dark Rider of the horse Khaan, let loose pigs on the Equine Festival.
The Sunfield pigs are in fact lovely creatures, and not great beasts, which means they are in fact terrified of being lost, and are creating a racket, instead of being methodical beasts of destruction set on eating their way through everything.
I round them up, and Sabine has the gall to ask if I would meet with her.
I am not without sin, I am too curious for my own good. I have to admit I am intrigued by how confidently she comes up to me to ask for a talk right after the little mess she caused. No sign of guilt on her at all!
She tells me that she's angry because she's been banned from competing in any of the Equine Festival events. She honestly seems to have no clue why she would be banned from competing, claiming she's the best. As if she hasn't just proven that she can't resist causing possible harm to others at the festival. As if she actually thinks people believe she wouldn't sabotage someone if she saw them as a threat.
She tells me her "great scheme" to get them to change their mind: put up some decorations so people see her participating and take it as enough of a change of mind to allow her in.
This seems harmless enough, so I'm willing to go along with it. I am definitely curious what Sabine thinks would be suitable decorations, considering how very clear she's made her disdain for the very festival she's so desperate to compete in clear.
Of course it's not that simple. Sabine got fireworks. Drakonium fueled fireworks.
Now I love fireworks as much as the next person. I would love to set them off.
But drakonium is notoriously unstable and highly reactive. Sabine isn't exactly an expert on fireworks either. She could very easily kill someone, or burn down the entire festival with theseSabine of course doesn't see a problem with this, claiming that it's just a matter of training to keep horses under control.
Everyone knows that horses are spook beasts, they spook at their own shadows. Horses brought to the Equine Festival are a lot better trained than most, but that doesn't mean that having a stray firework go off in the middle of the festival would result in calm. I wouldn't trust people to be calm if an explosion went off beside them, let alone a horse!
And she honestly seems to believe the fact that Khaan only responds to her commands is a result of her training, and not because the horse has been blinded and deafened to the world outside of her existence. I don't know who's more blind, horse or rider, for Sabine to believe such a thing.
Either way I'm off with the fireworks. I'm not letting her get horses possibly killed because she's being petty about people acknowledging her as a danger to the festival.
Sabine of course has a whole speech up her sleeve, about how I'm "dancing on the edge of the dark" and "keeping what I do secret from my friends". How I'm being a hypocrite.
She doesn't seem to recognize that part of being good is giving others, even ones you suspect of being bad, a chance. I mean, admittedly this had more to do with my curiosity than honestly trusting Sabine to not be stupid about the decorations, but it certainly wasn't "dancing with the dark" or "keeping shameful secrets".
Does she think that I cannot enjoy a race beside her and also dislike the danger she brings? Does she think she is the only one allowed complexities?
We are caught in a stalemate where neither side can gain over the other, and it is better to have peace between our sides than to continually push until we find something more effective. I don't want to be the one to cause the card castle to fall because I pushed too much.
And perhaps if Sabine has moments of fun where she isn't being an active threat to everything around her, Sabine will be less willing to cause damage.
A pipe dream, I know, but one can hope.
I would love to see Khaan when he has clear eyes one day.
#sso#star stable online#spring equine festival#equine festival#star stable#sabine#khaan#fireworks#decorations quest#fanfic#drabble#story#dark horses are corrupted star breeds that have been blinded to force a bond
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Sabine is naturally drawn to the MC anyway, but I think I made Sabine in my story -just from the few chapter outlines alone- completely obsessed with her. Like downright down bad. Sabine will literally be sniffing the air to find MC a couple of times throughout.
I made her a full blown yandere. Poor MC don't know what's coming for her. 😭
#sabine#sso#star stable online#yandere#oops#i want her to be obsessed with me#🤭#upcoming fanfic#bloodhound
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Shout out to that person who writes the fanfic Illicit Affairs. That story is a masterpiece👌🧡
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So I may have gone out of my usual scope of science fiction and mainstream fandoms for my fanfic writing…
But fuck it we ball and ball is life so fuck it we live.
It’s about Star Stable Online, the no.1 leading horse game and it’s an MMORPG! I’ve always wanted to play it since I was little and being the adult I am I have spent way too much time on it this week along.
Now I think im close to completing most of the main quest up to date and with the equestrian festival happening and being the queer that I am…I made a Sabine x OC fic. I also have started making up a lot of my own lore too!
It’s called Undisclosed Desires on AO3 and I’m planning a couple of cameos from my in game club (if they consent to it it’s up to them) and…it’s the first time in a while I’ve felt happy enough to post fanfic.
I had a series of hate comments as some of you know and I just sorta shut down on that creative outlet. But it’s back and it’s gayer than ever
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What if I said I was planning an icemav au?
I’m using the word “planning” loosely, it’s four thousand words at the moment… and destroying all other thoughts in my head.
It’s an au where it’s slightly old-world ish, there is a toxic hierarchy, forbidden love, angst, terrible parenting, etc etc.. oh. And they ride horses.
…
Want a sneak peak?
Here ;)
If people like the idea of this enough I might post chapter one here 👀 and give more info on it, just need to sort it out first hehe
#THIS- PEOPLE- THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TWO HYPERFIXATIONS COLLIDE#I WRITE 4000 WORDS IN TWO DAYS#the other hyperfixation is star stable online- if u were wondering…#ms tg#ms gitc#ms fanfics#top gun#icemav au#icemav#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#fanfic#fanfic idea#top gun fanfiction
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Legend of Laverna
(TW: Body Horror & Possession)
Listen closely little ones, learn from the Legend of Laverna so you do not fall prey to her wicked whims. As the tales go, when the threads of the universe fray, sometimes things slip through that are not of this world. Among those is that which we call Laverna, a most malicious being that is not only mischievous, but a dangerous thief.
It is said that long ago one Halloween night, a young mare was traveling the deserted paths of the forest alone. She was brave, not unlike you and feared not the creatures that lurked in the shadows. This mare however, did not realize that not all monsters use teeth and claws. On a dusty path she heard a soft tune being sung through the trees and her curiosity got the better of her. This beautiful paint trotted off the beaten path and into the forest, following the siren song that lured her forth. However, instead of a living creature she discovered a curious mask with long curving horns and intricate markings. Behind the eyes a beautiful blue light shone and seemed to flicker as the song died out with her arrival.
The mare tilted her head and called out to the strange mask. “Hello? Is someone there?” Her head tilted and she stayed back from the object, uncertain if its owner was near. However, to her surprise the mask spoke back.
“Yes indeed, little mare, I am.” The horse stumbled back a bit, shocked to see the twin flames that filled the eye sockets flicker in time with the disembodied voice. “My name is Laverna, have you come to hear my song?”
Slowly she took one step forward then another, the mare’s neck stretching forward to sniff at the air. “I… suppose so. I heard a beautiful melody through the trees.” She cocked her head, ears perked forward as she inspected the mask.
“Ah I’m glad you enjoyed it, I do wish I could share my songs with the world. I must admit I am so curious to see what lies beyond this deary wood.” The mask sighed and the lights flickered momentarily before burning brightly. “Are you a traveler dear? You seem rather inquisitive just as I. Perhaps we could see the world together?”
The mare lifted her head, pondering it for a moment before nodding. “I don’t see why not, with my hooves I can travel quite quickly and show you the many places I’ve been.” Slowly she took another step forward.
“Indeed you could, curious and clever, what a wonderful combination! I promise I can bring you great rewards as well with my song, just come closer and pick me up and I will show you the greatest adventure of your life.” The mask’s eyes glowed brighter and the little mare thought nothing of it as she reached out to pick up the mask from the forest floor.
However as her teeth attempted to connect with it she let out a squeal as the mask latched onto her face. The mare scrambled backwards and twirled around, anything to throw it off. She reared up and tried to strike her own head with her hooves but nothing could lodge the mask from her face. When she finally tired and grew close to giving up she felt her body shake as a greater will overcame her. Every limb locked and she stood panting as something crept out from under the mask. The mare’s body trembled as the sensation crawled over her flesh. It felt almost as if she was burning alive from the inside out.
She couldn’t move her head, every muscle tensed and paralyzed as bones crept down her neck and over her flesh. A muffled scream rose from her throat as a symbol was suddenly emblazoned upon her flanks and with a final flash of light the mare that once was no longer stood in the forest. Only blue glowing eyes stared out of the mask’s sockets as the violet creature known as Laverna shook herself free of the spell. She flicked her beautiful braided mane and stood proudly in her stolen body. Slowly she trotted over to a small pond nearby to take in her fascinating new form. She smiled under the mask, turning her head this way and that before looking over her handiwork. However a thought crossed her head, the mare who had graciously given her body certainly didn’t look as beautiful as she now was.
With a quick flash of light the mare changed, taking on a form far more similar to her host, that of a lovely paint mare and of course, no mask donning her features. The vain creature couldn’t help but spruce her new appearance up of course and as she stared into the still pool of water she adjusted the white markings crossing her body. Her mane and tail remained exquisitely braided but the colors of her darker energies were hidden under the surface of a simple sooty coat. With her new disguise in place she followed the way out of the forest the mare had taken to reach her. Now with a body Laverna could finally perform the mischief she had so dearly missed in her previous life. Softly she hummed the tune she had lured her host to her demise as she jauntily trotted away from the empty scene of her crime.
And with that the Legend of Laverna ends… for now. Beware her siren song and the masks of those who wish to deceive you for you too could fall prey to her machinations. They say Laverna still travels the paths of Jorvik to this day, tricking riders to take her into their stables as she steals away with whatever she pleases before disappearing with a new guise. What becomes of her hosts we may never know, nor if there is anything more beyond the mask. But in the end, is that really so bad compared to falling prey to her wiles? Stay safe and Happy Halloween…
#my writing#halloween#laverna#star stable#star stable online#sso#ssoblr#starstable#sso fanfic#tw:body horror#tw:possession#horror#body horror#possession#thank you to centeris2 for writing the original description that inspired this <3
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