affectionate horses

hello hello! super excited to be here and i can’t wait to start rping with all of you, the names ella! i have zero plots atm so if suzy/jia happens to fit with your character somehow please let me know! i’m gonna also be asking ppls to plot with me because i wanna get this shit started ya feel? lmao anywaaaaaays down below are some basic facts about suzy yall should know about <3

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Happy Birthday American Democracy!

This poem by Walt Whitman is one of the greatest poems of American Democracy, equality and self realization ever written. He is striking at the spirit of democracy as it is embodied in humanity. There is no shame in differences and the self in all variations inspires Love; black, white, brown, gay, straight, this religious belief or that, all made equal under the loving, tolerant and open spirit of democracy. Democracy as an ideal that Whitman knew was a work in progress for America, as it still is today, but we continue to march forward in the spirit with which he writes this poem. The best of our country moves this way, it is still alive and has moved more deeply toward Whitman’s America then when it was written. Happy Birthday to Whitman’s America! Happy birthday to the continued ideal of a more perfect living open democracy.

Song of Myself (1892 version)

BY WALT WHITMAN

1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.
2 Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn, The sound of the belch’d words of my voice loos’d to the eddies of the wind, A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms, The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag, The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides, The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.
Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

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Early concept of a character I affectionately call Dark Horse. 

She’s a self made champion who grabbed a very dark and evil magic by the throat and told it it was gonna be her bitch from now on or perish forever. She bends it’s power and uses it for good but it has a habit of putting a dark twist to her personality from time to time. It also can take a lot out of her in which she needs to recharge by sleeping, eating and drinking A LOT. In the middle of a big battle she can become famished or really sleepy or thirsty. She can eat and drink more than a handfull of men combined.

She’s tall, dark and handsome. About 5'11 and well built. She’s strong, extremely confident, a bit of a flirt, and can be very motivated or very lazy.

SQW Day 2: Travel

“No, no…I do not want to ride a horse,” Emma shook her head and put up a hand, stepping backwards away.

Regina looked at her in exasperation, “We are not arguing about this. In this land-my land- horseback or dragon back is the only way to travel.”

“I don’t think he likes me,” Emma took another step away as the horse neighed and swatted flies with his tail. Regina smiled brightly and petted the white blaze running down his face. She cooed affectionately and the horse nuzzled her neck. “Well, clearly he likes you.”

“What’s not to like?” Regina replied with sass, grabbing onto the horse’s neck and ascending effortlessly onto his back. “Come on, Emma.” She extended her hand.

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ask-cobalt-spectrum-deactivated  asked:

What encouraged you to draw Nemo the way you did? He looks pretty unique!

Mod: Nemo’s design was heavily influenced by this guy: (Matt McAndrew)

He doesn’t share the same personality as him however.

A side from that, Nemo is very feminine and very very friendly. He’s a very affectionate horse that likes to spread love. He wants everypony to feel loved. He likes to make them feel special and important. 


Though, the only other thing Nemo does share in common with Matt McAndrew is singing:

But Nemo actually sings a very soothing lullaby that’s meant to calm troubled ponies. Once ponies hear his angelic melody, they completely forget about the stress that was causing them ache and feel more at ease and happy. His cutie mark glows when he is having an emotional connection with somepony that’s struggling. Say like, your pony has a lot of emotional wounds, Nemo would be able to feel their pain and cries for them because he knows how badly they are struggling and he hugs them. This causes his cutie mark to glow. 

This is all meant to revert back to him being very affectionate and loving.


This is why Nemo remains very positive and friendly. He doesn’t discourage ponies. He doesn’t get angry or feel hate or shows any negativity because it doesn’t exist within him. He’s a character created specifically to love everypony.

mostlypoptarts  asked:

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“I would, like–” Clarke gestures with her drink. “I would ride into battle with you.”

Bellamy has to smile. He isn’t sure how much she had to drink before he got here, but it was definitely a lot. She’s leaning on him to an extent that is somewhat alarming. And kind of awesome, but–mostly alarming. There’s a lot of touching.

“What are we riding on?” he asks. He hadn’t even been planning to come to the stupid party, but Clarke sent him a bunch of incomprehensible texts, and he was kind of worried she was dying and just too drunk to articulate it. But instead she’s weirdly, violently affectionate. It’s awesome.

“HORSES. That is what you ride into battle. It’s not a real battle if you’re not on a horse.”

“We have, like, a century of modern warfare that disagrees with you. People do not regularly ride horses into battle anymore.”

She squints up at him, and he lets himself look stupidly fond of her, because she’s drunk, so it’s fine. She’s not going to remember him looking at her like she’s his favorite thing in the world come morning. “If I am going to battle for you, I’m going to be on a horse. I’d, like–I’d die for you, Bellamy.”

“Please don’t.”

She doesn’t seem to be listening. “Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife, but really–” She waves her hand vaguely. “It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“The thought being that in a hypothetical situation where we were on horses and there was a battle and you needed to dive in front of–an arrow? A gun? What are we fighting here?”

Evil.”

“Right, evil. You’d throw yourself in front of the evil, die for me, and then come back as my weird ghost sidekick.”

She snuggles against him. “That is exactly what would happen.”

He kisses her hair. “Thanks. I love you too.”