the round stable

Drabble: Hansung and Y/N

For @mymisst 🌺 I hope this is as good as you expected 💓

You could see Hansung from a distance in the court yard talking with Yeo Wool, showing him his best fighting stance; making a fool of himself. You couldn’t help but laugh at him as he continued. He soon spotted you, leaving Yeo Wool standing on his own looking dazed as he ran towards you. You stumbled back as he embraced you, both of you laughing with a grin from ear to ear.

“Y/N! Ah I’m so happy you’re here!” Hansung was completely overwhelmed to find you in the court yard when he assumed you’d have better people to visit like Sun Woo or Ban Ryu.

“Of course I’m here, I haven’t got any jobs to do at Hwarang House today.” You laughed, observing the huge smile that crept onto Hansung’s face the moment you arrived.

“We have to do something today! You never get any free time, I’m going to show you how great it is to be a Hwarang!” His enthusiasm was almost over powering, you couldn’t help but try to match his excitement.

“Teach me how to ride a horse.” You asked, the large smile on your face still remaining.

“Really?? Y/N this is so exciting!!” He jumped up and down on the spot, embracing you in a hug as he did so.

“Hansung calm down.” You giggled, holding his arm and bringing it down to his side to try and calm his excitedness.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, it’s just we never get any chance to see each other apart from on days like today. These days are my favourite days.” He smiled, settling down.

“I’ll make it my job to get more days like today where we can go on adventures, okay?” You asked, meeting his eyes. You both smiled as Hansung nodding his head.

“Come on, follow me to the palace and we can get the horses and ride down to the nice forest, the one with the lake! Last one to the palace has to clean the stables when we get back!” He announced before running east towards the palace, leaving you flustered and hurriedly chasing after him.

It was Hansung who arrived at the stables first, not a surprise to either of you. You laughed, out of breath, as Hansung opened the gate to where his horse was. “Meet Dong Yul, my personal favourite horse!” He ran into the training ground, grabbing his horse by it’s reins and pulling it along with him. You followed after him, stroking the chalk white mane and soft chestnut fur.

“Dong Yul is such a beautiful horse” you spoke, staring into the horses beautiful eyes, “is he yours?” “Yes, I’m very proud to say he’s my horse, he’s one of the most beautiful here.” Hansung responded, walking back into the stable to get another horse. When he returned with another horse, he saw how enticed you were with Dong Yul, stroking his soft fur and brushing your hands over his head.

“You can have Dong Yul today, I’ll take this horse.” Hansung spoke as he walked in with a pale grey horse with a jet black mane.

“Really? Are you sure? Dong Yul is your horse, not mine.”

“I’m sure, don’t worry! You two seem to have a really strong bond.” Hansung reassured you and you smiled politely back, bowing your head.

“Careful now, just step up onto the saddle.” He held your arm tightly as you attempted to get up onto the horse for the third time.

“Y/N there’s nothing to worry about, I’ve got you!” But you fell down again. This time, Hansung couldn’t hold back his laughs.

“Hansung his isn’t funny you should be helping me!” You exclaimed, standing back up off the hard ground.

“Okay okay, try getting on it again.” He said, helping you brush a mixture of sand and mud off your hanbok.

You took a deep breath and stepped up onto the horse again, trying hard to keep your balance, and sat yourself down on the saddle.

“Y/N you did it!!” Hansung cheered, applauding you, the grin on his face growing even wider.

“Now stay there while I go and grab our picnic bag.” You held firmly onto the reins firmly as Hansung left the stables, only briefly to grab some food he managed to sneak from the Hwarang’s when they were eating.

Out of no where, the horse bucked wildly. You yelped and kept your grip on the reins tight as the horse began to run all round the stable at a speed faster than you thought it could go at. It began heading for the stable doors, the ones Hansung had left only minutes ago. You called out for Hansung once you were in the courtyard again, but you could only see other Hwarang’s looking startled as the Dong Yul wouldn’t stop running no matter how hard you tried to slow him down. Suddenly, the horse bucked for the second time, this time not giving you enough warning to grip the reins as you felt yourself falling back, and no one was there to stop you.

“Y/N!” You heard Hansung call out to you and before you knew what was happening you, you were in his arms.

You panted, out of breath from the panic and on the verge of tears. You wrapped your shaking arms around his neck and whimpered into his neck, still trying to calm yourself.

He slowly settled you on the small grassy area nearby along with himself.

“You’re okay now, you’re safe.” He rubbed his large hands across the back of your head, trying to reassure you that you were safe and out of harms way.

“I thought I was going to die.” You muttered shakily. “I’m here now Y/N, I’m not going to let anything happen to you ever again, I’m so sorry for putting you in danger, this is all my fault.” Hansung rambled, close to fretting.

“Don’t feel bad Hansung, please. I don’t blame you for anything, it was m-” before you could finish your sentence, you noticed his plump lips pressing against yours, moulding perfectly. Hansung placed his hands on your cheeks, catching the small tears that still fell from your glazed eyes. Euphoria filled both your bodies, a true connection being formed. Hansung pulled away breathlessly, hands remaining on your tear stained cheeks.

“I’m sorry I put you in danger Y/N, I love you.” He muttered, staring deep into your eyes. This was a different to the giggly Hansung you knew, this was lovestruck Hansung, but you knew every word he spoke was true.

“I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders again and pulled him into a hug, smiling into his neck.

This was where you wanted to be; in Hansung’s arms.

Originally posted by sugaa

The Number Five

The number four, in Lucas’ opinion, had always been an excellent one.  It wasn’t that he didn’t like the number three- it had suited him just fine- but the number four felt more rounded-out, more stable.  The transition from being a group of three to a foursome had been almost too easy.  The mop-headed, toothless kid that gave cookies to the girl he liked and laughed louder than he meant to in class seemed like the perfect addition.  And while he did get on his nerves more times than Mike and Will combined (well maybe not Mike and Will combined…more like two or three or four Wills all combined), Lucas had to be happy with Dustin as his friend.

The number four was perfect.  There were just enough seats around the table in Mike’s basement to accommodate each of them.  Most teachers told them to find groups of four for all group projects, and when it was just partnerships the four could split into perfectly even twos.  Beyond the stability that came with having an even number was the way all four could fill roles within the group.  Lucas liked to think of himself as the dependable logic.  Will was direly needed as a peacemaker.  Dustin was the laughter and the spontaneity.  Mike was the intuitive mind.  They all bounced off one another’s ideas and learned one another’s quirks and downfalls.  The number four was truly the best number Lucas knew.

He would never find the right words to describe how much he hated the number five.  There were very few benefits to it- he could use one whole hand to count it out, he’d always had fun learning the five times tables in elementary math, and a number like five could be paired to ‘fabulous‘ or ‘fantastic‘ and sound wonderful with it.  Then again, he reasoned, he could also do that with the number four.

So five was a bust.

Or at least, he thought it was a bust.  He was just starting to get used to it when the number got slapped back down to four.

Somehow the number five was worse the second time.  When their new number five Max proudly presented herself as a friend and proved it time and time again with her spunk, endless store of knowledge and blatant, if not brutal, honesty, Lucas is thrilled to have her.  Max would never be what was wrong with the number five, even when she teased him to shame and interrupted him in the middle of a sentence.  Max was the ideal number five.

The problem with the number five was with Nancy’s dusty pink bike in the Wheeler’s garage.  The problem with the number five was with Mike taking days off from school when he wasn’t really sick and just sleeping all through the day.  The problem with the number five was with the nightmares that Will still got- nightmares of a strange girl in a tattered pink dress.  The problem with the number five was with the cast that came off Troy’s arm much sooner than all of them liked.  The problem with the number five was with the hurt, the pain that still welled up in his chest whenever he saw the abandoned blanket fort that Mike still kept up in the basement.

The problem with the number five was that it really should’ve been six.  And Lucas knew he’d be feeling that need for a six for the rest of his life.


@forfutureglory and @ask-the-deadman I hope you like this one!  I’m still deciding how I feel about it honestly.  This hiatus is really draining all my Stranger Things creative juices.  If anyone else would like to be tagged in my fics, just message me and I’ll add you to the list!

Dragon Productions Takeova

By now you all know that @irishking-vu has stepped down from his role at Dragon Productions, transferring ownership to @tessamaree with myself as the CEO. Since his announcement, I’ve been seeing a whole lot of talk on Tumblr. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, and many of you have wasted no time expressing them. This is to be expected and I respect everyone's right to free speech, so I’m not going to go around commenting on each and every post that I’ve read. Some of you I respect and wish to work with in the future. Some of you are simply lovers of drama, and I’m not here to try to change those kinds of minds about anything as I don’t plan to do business with you anyway. Most of you have valid points. I've read plenty of them and will address some of your concerns here. 

  • If you’re gonna not give a fuck about Joseii stepping down from Dragon Productions and you think me ignorant for wishing him well… Well, that’s how you feel. You’re entitled. However, allow me to tell you my personal feelings on the matter. I wish all of my enemies well.  I’ve never been one to allow my emotions or personal feelings get in the way of business. I have a pretty good handle on how to use my emotions to fuel myself in positive directions… kinda like how I’m now the CEO of the one enemy that I made in my time here’s company. You can point as many middle fingers to Joseii’s face as you wish, hell, point your middle toes too for all I care. It would be nice however if you could place your hatred for him where it belongs: with him, not with DP. 
  • Yes, Jos mentioned returning. This is true. If you read the entire thing, however, you’ll find this very clear tidbit of information: 

“Over the next few weeks I’ll still be posting my old scenes and get that out the way with. Once that is over and I do finally return, I’ll only be lightly posting the odd modelling/scene every now & then independently.” 

Read the very last word again, please. That is copied & pasted from his post. His words. Yes, he founded this company and he can always do work under the DP umbrella, but he is no longer in charge here. There are no hidden strings being pulled by him attached to myself nor Tessa. By now you should know that I’m hardly the type to be controlled. If you don’t know this about me, just stay tuned, and pay attention. I’m transparent asf so you'll find out soon enough. This is no longer HIS company. Point blank, period. Also, can we not pretend that everyone who works in imvu porn are well rounded, mentally stable individuals? There are no saints here, only sinners. Let’s not play the holier than thou role, it doesn’t suit any of us.

  • Moving forward, Dragon Productions will not be involved in any social media drama. This post will remain available for anyone who feels any kind of way to voice their opinions on the things I have said here. Lets fuckin hash it out in the comments. Any other posts on the matter will not be addressed by myself or Tessa. If you have a quarrel with Jos, take it up with Jos. If you have a quarrel with Dragon Productions, take it up with me or Tess. Don’t come to us about any drama that you may have with Jos. You will be directed to his inbox, so don’t waste a trip to ours. 

Any questions? Concerns? Leave em in the comments. 

~Nat 

@tessamaree

Originally posted by directingthemovies

Legendary Plants

Fern Flower

It is a magical flower originating in Eastern Europe.

  • The flower blooms for a very short time on the eve of Summer Solstice.
  • The flower brings fortune to whoever finds it.
  • As well as bringing luck and wealth, it also gives the power to understand animal speech.
  • However, the flower is closely guarded by evil spirits.
  • And whoever finds the flower will have access to earthly riches, which are reputed to be haunted.

Raskovnik

Originating amongst the South Slavs, the raskovnik has the magical property to unlock or uncover anything that is locked or closed. However, legends claim it is notoriously difficult to recognise the herb, and reputedly only certain cthonic animals are able to identify it..

  • Traditionally, it is considered that few people, if any, could actually recognise the herb.
  • However, in Bulgarian sources, the raskovnik is described as a grass, resembling a four-leaf clover.
  • It grows in meadows and may be picked either while green and blooming or in hay, when it is already dry.
  • While it is not necessarily rare, nor does it thrive only in remote locations, it is nevertheless impossible to recognise by the uninitiated.
  • According to the legend, the raskovnik could unlock any gate or padlock, regardless of its size, material or key
  • It could also uncover treasures buried in the ground: in Bulgarian beliefs, it could split the ground at the place where a treasure lay so that people could locate it.
  • Other supernatural properties attributed to the herb by Bulgarians include the alchemic ability to transform iron into gold.
  • Another general ability is that if brings good fortune to the one who picked it.
  • In some interpretations, the raskovnik is a wonderful plant that makes true whatever its owner desires.
  • In some traditions, tortoises are the only beings who knew the appearance and location of the herb.

Vampire Pumpkins & Watermelons

It originates in Southeastern Europe.

  • The belief in vampire fruit is similar to the belief that any inanimate object left outside during the night of a full moon will become a vampire.
  • One of the main indications that a pumpkin or melon is about to undergo a vampiric transformation (or has just completed one) is said to be the appearance of a drop of blood on its skin.
  • The belief in vampires of plant origin occurs among Gs. [Gypsies] who belong to the Mosl. faith in KM [Kosovo-Metohija]. 

    According to them there are only two plants which are regarded as likely to turn into vampires: pumpkins of every kind and water-melons. And the change takes place when they are ‘fighting one another.’ In Podrima and Prizrenski Podgor they consider this transformation occurs if these ground fruit have been kept for more than ten days: then the gathered pumpkins stir all by themselves and make a sound like 'brrrl, brrrl, brrrl!’ and begin to shake themselves. It is also believed that sometimes a trace of blood can be seen on the pumpkin, and the Gs. then say it has become a vampire. These pumpkins and melons go round the houses, stables, and rooms at night, all by themselves, and do harm to people. But it is thought that they cannot do great damage to folk, so people are not very afraid of this kind of vampire.

    Among the Mosl. Gs. in the village of Pirani (also in Podrima) it is believed that if pumpkins are kept after Christmas they turn into vampires, while the Lešani Gs. think that this phenomenon occurs if a pumpkin used as a syphon, when ripe and dry, stays unopened for three years.

    Vampires of ground fruit origin are believed to have the same shape and appearance as the original plant.

    […]

    The Gs. in KM. destroy pumpkins and melons which have become vampires … by plunging them into a pot of boiling water, which is then poured away, the ground fruit being afterwards scrubbed by a broom and then thrown away, and the broom burned.

    —Tatomir Vukanović, Journal of the Gypsy Lore Society 

Bohun Upas

  • The first voyagers to Malay returned with grisly tales of a poisonous tree growing on the islands near Cathay, which was called the Bohun Upas - the tree of poisons.
  • To the medieval traveler this tree was to be shunned, as it produced narcotic and toxic fumes which killed plants and animals for miles around.
  • If one were to fall asleep in the shade of this tree, he would never awaken
  • Malaysians supposedly executed prisoners by tying them to the trunk of this tree. 

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Sam: “I know that Dean’d do everything for me and he has shouldered the burden of my short-comings for so long. Sometimes I forget that his protectiveness isn’t just him thinking that I can’t stand on my own two feet. Being a caretaker is in his nature.

There’s so much Dean does around the fortress and farm too. I’ve had to re-kindle the fires, pay the washerwomen, tell servants what to do with the laundry (luckily they actually know because Dean’s been taking care of this with them for years now), let out the chicken, take out the eggs, make a round of the stables, and feed the cats. And that all before breakfast.

I didn’t know how much Dean did around the fortress to have it run smoothly like this, making sure that I never had to do anything around the house but cleaning up after myself and tending to my own duties. 

I’m not helpless, I’ve taken care of Dean’s duties when Dean wasn’t here, but we didn’t have an elaborate homestead like this back then. Housekeeping is hard. I really have a new-found appreciation for my big brother.


Steffi notes: There’ve been rougher times, but Sam’s kinda pampered now. Hahaha.

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@frei-rancken tagged me in this. Had to describe myself only in pictures I already had, so no downloading new ones for this. As we can see I’m a well-rounded and stable individual who aligns closely with the American average.

Imma tag @kvothbloodless @serenika @theclockistickingwrite and @yougotalifetime

(In case anyone is wondering, that map is of a minor city in my main universe - Griffaeis, a trading center on the northern coast of the Great Inland Sea. The storyline visits it once or twice.)

My First Impression of the Signs and What I Later Realized

Aries: Too loud and too ready to fight anyone to prove them wrong // Still true, but it’s admirable once you know them

Taurus: Has it all together, very well rounded and stable // Actually a complete wreck behind the scenes

Gemini: Intimidatingly cool // Very genuine and easy to talk to because they’ve been through quite a lot

Cancer: Easygoing and fun, amazingly loyal and loving friends // They will move on to the next best thing as soon as your relationship becomes comfortable rather than intensely loving

Leo: Annoying as hell, please calm down // You will never have a dull day when these people are around and their charm will make you love them

Virgo: Not very interesting, not much to know about them // Really just don’t feel the need to say a lot but will answer any questions you ask

Libra: They’ve got that casual cool vibe, you can’t help wanting to know them // Very insecure, they just put up a good front that convinces everyone but themselves

Scorpio: That cool hipster that talks about things you’ve never heard of // A lot of their thoughts and ideas fail to take into account the usually accepted logic of reality

Sagittarius: Says a lot of weird, random things which makes it hard to get a fixed first impression // Very dynamic and enjoy absolutely everything

Capricorn: Quiet and kept to themselves // They are incredibly loyal friends and will do whatever they can to make you laugh or smile

Aquarius: What a complete asshole // Actually softies and just act like assholes because they think it’s funny

Pisces: Quiet and judgey, don’t seem very approachable // The last person who would ever judge you since they’re very odd themselves

Happy Birthday @sildae!

(This is me attempting that Feudal Japan AU thing I talked about eons ago. Mix Star Wars characters with Treasure Planet logistics splattered against the backdrop of Japanese history and politics… and you’ve got what this is attempting to be.)


The setting sun had almost slipped behind the mountain range by the time Ahsoka made it to the Temple complex stables, her sleeves damp. She still wore her kamishimo from her trial: a blue sleeveless vest with accentuated shoulders and wide blue pants atop a black kimono. 

The cobbled pathway through the gardens sprawling in the shadow of the western pagoda had given her time to reflect on everything that had happened since her trial. On everything she passed once she reached the bottom of the Temple steps.

Everything that felt so familiar. 

Everything she was walking away from. 

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To my Hunter x Hunter followers and my Steven Universe followers

Hey everybody starting from today I’m gonna be doing a back and forth posts of SU and HxH this week will be the Steven Universe since it’s the Steven-Bomb week and next week will be a Hunter x Hunter week and the cycle will continue. And to kick it off for the new system I’m going to do a compare character pics of my two favorite shows. :D

Leorio and Garnet 

Both (are):

Wear cool shades, comedic (sometimes unintentionally), parental figure, fight with their fists, tallest person in the group, look after everybody, overall most well rounded and stable of the team.

Kurapika and Pearl

Both (are) :

Can’t let go of the past, like keeping control of a situation, high-strung, brains of the group, when overwhelm by emotion tend to act reckless and not think clearly, careful planners, maternal figure. 

Killua and Amethyst 

Both (are):

Carefree, comedically blunt, try to getting away from dark past, lover of eating snacks (and eat a lot of it), tend to hide their emotions (due to pride or shyness), overall a fun loving mischief maker of the group. 

Gon and Steven

Both (are) :

Main protagonist, outgoing, naive, loves and cares deeply about their friends, nonjudgmental, loyal, friendly to everyone they met, stubborn (when it comes to the things they believes in), peacekeeper, the type person that everybody wants to be around.

And at the end of it all they’re both: 

One Big Happy Family

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anonymous asked:

I fucking hate you people. I really fucking do. You cost that man his source of income over petty bullshit you can't seem to let fucking go. Your fandom is truly fucking trash. I wouldn't be surprised if the guy despises bronies and male pony fans now. Fuck you assholes. You're not the gatekeepers to My Little Pony. You never were and never will be. MLP will never have such hateful people representing it. I hope your fandom gets whatever it's karma owes it. Like a slap in the face. Assholes.

aaaaand here come the ignorami…

Your coming was foretold. By my and my friends. When we were talking about this yesterday and were like “so the SJWs are going to slate the fandom because Ted got himself fired…”

Let me tell you a thing:

What you think happened - Bronies are pissed off about Dragon Dicks’ OC being in the comic and demanded Ted’s head on a stick.

What actually happened - Bronies don’t give a shit about the cameo. Ted gave all smiles to the cameras and then ran off to The Round Stable and shot his mouth off that sexism against men isn’t real, and racism against white people isn’t real, and all DD and the SJW bullshit about how white males need to be crucified to atone for the sins of strangers. This is a man who is supposed to be writing about the magic of friendship. Unsurprisingly, IDW do not wish to associate with him anymore.

That’s what got him fired.

You have only yourselves to blame, so take your self righteousness elsewhere. Or better still, let the thought occur to you that maybe, just maybe, your hate filled attitudes serve no use in the civilised world.

Hate won’t fix hate.

My Kingdom for a Horse

sfw- I can’t stop writing these silly Solas drabbles. Send help.


“No,” Solas heard the elven woman that the humans had recently named ‘Herald of Andraste’ snap mulishly as he led the old gray mare they’d given him towards the front of Haven’s stables. “No no no no no. Absolutely not. Not for all the hideous hats in Orlais. Not for a million sovereigns. No.”

“You’re being inexplicably unreasonable about this,” came the voice of Commander Cullen, whose patience was obviously beginning to wear thin. “It’s just a horse.”

“That thing is not a horse,” Aili Lavellan replied stubbornly. “It’s an ogre with its horns sawed off.”

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You know what we should do?

Everyone should go in masses to watch The Fosters.

It might not be perfect but Lena and Stef are one of the most compelling, well rounded and stable couples of tv.

And they happen to be lesbian.

Mothers.

Middle aged.

Interracial.

With adopted kids.

Not dying.

Living a pretty down to earth and normal life.

Without drama (except for teenage drama but what teenager is not dramatic?)

And happy.

HAPPY LESBIAN MOTHERS.

That is the show we should be endorsing, to prove the industry this kind of stories are worth telling.

Originally posted by love-isthebestthingwedo

anonymous asked:

Aren't a lot of names like Canterlot and Manehattan puns?

No, and I don’t see how they could be construed that way. They are just names with very old origins, far removed from their original meaning, which is entirely different from intentionally misusing homophones, homographs, idioms and such for comedic effect.

The name Canterlot originates from its ancient Unicornian nickname, Civitate Velox Ungulae, meaning the City of Swift Hooves. Over time and through poor translations, this eventually morphed into Canterlot. It became the official name of the city in the time of the Knights of the Round Stable, in 176 B.H.W. (at which point ancient Unicornian had all but disappeared in favor of Middle Equestrian).

Manehattan is of different linguistic roots, originating from Whickings who came from across the sea. The name comes from the Old Horse mánihætta, which roughly means moon danger, a term used in old superstitions in which phases of the moon were believed to affect ponies or the world around them (compare with moonstruck or lunatic).

Records (what few there are) indicate that when the Whickings arrived, it was a full moon, and after making landfall they had a falling out. As such the place was thought to be one where the moon’s influence was stronger, where the full moon could drive ponies against each other. (More likely the falling out was over land or wealth they found and how to divide it.)

There are many fascinating stories behind how words came to be, which one can appreciate at least as much as any pun!