my kingdom for a horse!

Viserys x Female Reader

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Imagine Viserys dominating you after you woke the dragon.

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\ Request from anonymous /

female reader x Viserys with lots of foreplay + D/s (dominance and submission), please & thanks :* <3 (P.S. you get major bonus points if you include the phrase: “you don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?” somewhere, hahaha)


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Fate/Apocrypha starters

  • “It’s boring, but easy.”
  • “A fake can only go so far.”
  • “You shall perish as befit of an imitation!”
  • “Let the tyrant tremble with fear! Let the tyrant repent”
  • “This is a tale of people fulfilling their wishes.”
  • “Mage students are so carefree these days.”
  • “I’ve been waiting for you, necromancer.”
  • “Tales of your deeds preceed you.”
  • “Crawl and beg as much as you want, the answer is no.”
  • “So you want me to become a Master and fight in the Holy Grail War?”
  • “This Holy Grail War is a little different from the others.”
  • “Have you ever felt that everything so far was only for this moment?”
  • “First-class Servants require immense amounts of magical energy. It’s only logical to offload that burden to someone else.”
  • “I would not declare our victory so soon, but we could not have been more prepared than this.”
  • “Swear your fealty to me, and my life shall be your sword.”
  • “Eternal glory comes to those who attain victory!”
  • “This is a tale of immortal heroes seeking glory in vanity.”
  • “Keep banishing the darkness to the bitter end.”
  • “I’ll be the victor who knows no fear.”
  • “Head for complete victory while your breath lasts.”
  • “Pretty please with a cherry on top.”
  • “Sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you.”
  • “You didn’t pick the most chipper place to summon me.”
  • “Are you a necromancer or something?”
  • “I spent my youth surrounded by corpses.”
  • “Let’s not be hasty…”
  • “Next time you call me a woman I’ll be using your throat as a sheath.”
  • “It’s time to confess to our good priest.”
  • “Are you done yet?”
  • “I appreciate that you care so much, but don’t exhaust yourself just yet.”
  • “I do have ambitions, but I have to achieve those by my own means.”
  • “Are you taking me for a fool?”
  • “What do you think I lacked in life?”
  • “I never had enough men suited to leading my armies.”
  • “We must now focus on the present.”
  • “This is the designated place. Were you the one who called for me?”
  • “Are you bad at working in teams?”
  • “The enemy is an organized army. If you act without coordinating, we will be at a disadvantage. Do you still refuse to cooperate?”
  • “I trust your intuition.”
  • “Wait, I’ve got a favor to ask.”
  • “They were on their guard.”
  • “A horse, a horse. My kingdom for a horse!”
  • “Does nothing but nonsense ever come out of your mouth?”
  • “Your words sadden me greatly.”
  • “An affront to my works is an affront to myself.”
  • “And? What do you want?”
  • “We’re in the middle of enemy territory, yet no one’s attacking us.”
  • “Ah, I get it. You wanted to lure them out but you’d rather do it yourself than ask me to do it.”
  • “Aren’t you the reckless one?”
  • “We put up quite the show.”
  • “We’re not exactly leaving empty-handed.”
  • “More importantly, what did you think of my moves?”
  • “I’ve been waiting for you.”
  • “I realized that the future I wanted was forever out of reach.”
  • “There is no turning back on the path I walk.”
"Not very good with animals"

The horse was massive, or at least it seemed massive to Crowley. It was probably about average for a horse someone his height would be expected to ride. Rivulets of blood ran down its face from flickering red eyes, matting dark bluish fur. Crowley blinked at it slowly, a third eyelid sliding horizontally across his yellow eyes. He was shy about that, but he didn’t expect the horse to realize that, demon or not. The horse stared at him impassively. It didn’t seem to have any eyelids at all.
Some demons rode bareback, some had gilded saddles, but neither of those seemed particularly comfortable to Crowley. He was more of a foot soldier, in the grand scheme of things, but Hell didn’t do foot soldiers.
What Crowley had was originally a dressage saddle, only no one was using that word yet, and most of the embroidery had been pulled out. If you looked closely you could just about make out the outline of another, smaller army of demon horses stitched in woad and madder. He picked at the threads absently. He was dawdling and everyone knew it. The horse stamped the ground impatiently. The ground, if it could be called that, unfortunately, happened to be a thin sheet of igneous rock over a layer of magma which broke apart under its hooves and Crowley had to leap out of the way to keep from burning his snaky feet. The horse seemed entirely untroubled by the molten rock burning through the keratin of its hooves.
That was the thing about horses Down Here. Nothing spooked them. Not that anything spooked Crowley either, of course.
They were also preternaturally obedient, but the problem was their riders weren’t the ones they were obedient to.
Crowley knew he only had a matter of minutes before someone broke off from the group and turned around to find out what was taking so long.
He planted his left foot in the stirrup as firmly as he could and swung himself onto the horse’s back. Suddenly the ground seemed very far away.
He’d said that nothing spooked the Horses of Hell, and while that was broadly true, none of them had any affinity for snake that had, in their opinion, indirectly brought about the enslavement of their brothers and sisters Upstairs.
Crowley and the horse set off at what he felt to be a quite expedient walk, but in an instant Hastur had pulled up beside him, his small horse with a long forelock covering its eyes- presumably it had eyes- bouncing energetically.
‘Distracted again, Crawly?’
'Same thing.’
'Come on then.’ Hastur dug his heel into his horse’s side and rejoined the ranks at a light trot.
Crowley tasted the air nervously, sliding his hands higher up the reins. He wasn’t comfortable at anything faster than a walk. He never seemed to be able to find the rhythm of it or figure out what the horse was trying to do.
What the horse was trying to do was get Crowley off its back without Crowley realizing that was what he was trying to do. His posture was wrong, he was too tense, and the horse couldn’t see how he could possibly be of any use to an army of demons. And his feet were sliding out of the stirrups already.
Crowley almost made it to the Gate this time. Unfortunately that meant he was riding just behind the Dukes of Hell when he fell off.
His right foot slipped out of the stirrup and in a panicked overcompensation he toppled over sideways. This tugged at the girth strap under the horse, yanking the saddle off center. The horse moved steadily away from him at little more than a walk.
Crowley rolled over with a soft moan, and healed his sprained ankle. He looked up at the circle of Dukes and Duchesses that had formed around him.
'Sorry,’ he muttered.
'What’s that?’ Ligur asked.
'Snake boy is apologizing again.’
'Not very demonic is it?’
'My kingdom for absolutely anything that’s not a horse, eh?’ Crowley tried again.
'You don’t have a kingdom.’
'Well, of course not, no, it’s-’
Hastur scratched his head 'This isn’t one of your metaphors again, is it?’
'Well, actually it’s-’
'Why’s he pretending to have a kingdom when he doesn’t even have a horse?’ someone wondered. One of the Underdukes.
Crowley sighed. He needed to get Upstairs again, and soon. He couldn’t deal with this.

Shakespeare Edition {Sentence Starters}
  • "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
  • "Now is the winter of our discontent."
  • "True is it that we have seen better days."
  • "To be, or not to be: that is the question."
  • "Parting is such sweet sorrow!"
  • "The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
  • "Neither a borrower nor a lender be."
  • "This is the short and the long of it."
  • "A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!"
  • "Tempt not a desperate man."
  • "I have not slept one wink."
  • "But love is blind, and lovers cannot see."
  • "Men of few words are the best men."
  • "Brevity is the soul of wit."
  • "This above all: to thine own self be true."
  • "Out, damned spot!"
  • "Can one desire too much of a good thing?"
  • "There's daggers in men's smiles."
  • "Though this be madness, yet there is method in it."
  • "The course of true love never did run smooth."
  • "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
  • "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
  • "True nobility is exempt from fear."
  • "When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions."
  • "I'll not budge an inch!"
  • "I will speak daggers to her, but use none."
  • "What's done is done!"

anonymous asked:

is ПОЛЦАРСТВА a strange word to get a tattop of?

I believe you wanted a tattoo, right? 

Well, полцарства means ‘half of (my) kingdom’. This is what tsars (kings) in fairy tales often promise for something ordinary, but something that they lack and need really badly right now. Usually, it goes with за, for. Полцарства за коня! - Half of my kingdom for a horse!

I think you can make your statement just adding what exactly is worth half a kingdom for you: полцарства за любовь (half a kingdom for love), for instance.


It’s Toy Time Tuesday…
With…Enchanted Kingdom Rocker!
Rocker is my favorite of the line “Enchanted Kingdom Horses”. This was an older 80s era fantasy horse line. A more appropriate name for it might have been “Accessory Horses” or “costume horses” because most of them relied very heavily on lots of tiny accessories to bring a fantasy element. Each one wears a costume & has a related name. All were a pastel color, or white, with generally pastel hairs.
The line isn’t big, only about 4 or 5 inches high. They only came in 2 poses this one (run) and walking. They also made baby horses that were less common/sold in pairs with the mother. The baby will always have furry ‘hair’. Quite a few of these were made, despite lack of poses. Some were even electronic toys!
Their sculpting is just fair, especially around the face with an enormous eye & sort of smooth/overly simple face. Notice the running pose, this is the same as She-Ra/Swiftwind, 80s Barbie, Tenko Pearl Rider & mini-color fakie horses. It is probably a reduced size/scale down of the original large horse. 
Rocker is complete, except for her beaded reins. That short tuft of hair at the top of her neck is correct, meant to resemble a wild rock n’ roll style. Rocker is likely the wildest of their designs. This horse (and the others) are difficult to collect because of all the tiny accessories that kids can lose. 

Never seen Kingdom of Heaven but am watching it right now. Don’t care for it but where is Eva Green and Saladin