Hello this is my new mare, her name is Geraldine but sometimes I secretly call her Little Dove

oozey mess

#extradirty
Jules of Nature
occasionally subtle
wallacepolsom
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies
hello vonnie

pixel skylines
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kaledo Art
RMH
Sade Olutola
$LAYYYTER
cherry valley forever

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Today's Document
KIROKAZE
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Not today Justin
seen from Italy
seen from Canada
seen from Lithuania
seen from Japan

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from France
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Japan

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from South Africa

seen from Mexico
@frogfacefinn
Hello this is my new mare, her name is Geraldine but sometimes I secretly call her Little Dove
its november so heres some half-baked scorpio races fan art
i was gonna paint this, but then i remembered that i have no patience for painting whatsoever :(
To celebrate my return here’s what I’ve been up to
(Also a lot of Not Horse Things that aren’t as exciting)
I’ve logged back into my tumblr after at least 2 years what nonsense have I missed?
Some Cossacks for your viewing pleasure (x)
AU in which Brian Carroll rides in the races??
Brian Carroll does not ride for the reasons that most do: money, fame, glory, the hot rush of blood and magic through his veins. He does not ride for the reasons that others do, the old families of the island who’s blood and bones have been sunk into the soil and sand and surf.
Brian finds Sean Kendrick on the racing beach at sundown, two days into the training period, and asks for his help in catching a capall. Sean Kendrick wipes his hands on an old rag, sets it aside on the pommel of his upturned saddle. He squints out toward the sea, his red stallion restless behind him. Brian does not think he would turn his back to either of them, man or horse.
“Why?”
Sean Kendrick does not ask it in the way that most would: curious, prying, so obviously interested in digging deeper into his heart. He asks, and it is only a question, because he thinks it is important.
Brian looks out toward the ocean, at the storm brewing off in the Atlantic. He thinks of his brother’s bright smile, of how desperately he loved the races, of how he wanted nothing more than to ride in them one day, to win.
He stares out toward the sea and remembers the limp strength of Jonathan’s hand in his, the sweat that would bead on his brow as another coughing fit wracked his thin frame. The light in his eyes as he asked Brian what he thought the races would be like.
Jonathan would never get the chance to find out.
He turns his attention fully back to Sean Kendrick, with his broken glass face, his dark, storm-tossed eyes. He says, “I need to keep a promise.”
fem!Sean plus cooking?
Puck steps into the house and kicks off her muck boots. Between herself and Sean, they do a terrible job of keeping mud out of their home, but Puck still tries to make an effort when she can be bothered to remember. She follows the faint sounds of banging, clanging, and cursing throughout the house, and finds herself hovering just beyond the kitchen.
She rests her hip against the door jamb, arms crossed over her chest, and smiles.
Sean swears again as she pulls her head out of a cupboard, only narrowly missing bashing her forehead on the ledge—the pot that she pulls out after her is large, larger than any Puck has ever used. She didn’t even know that they owned that pot. She lingers there in the doorway, watching Sean move to the sink to fill up the pot, then haul it over to the stove and light the burner.
To see Sean in the kitchen isn’t an unheard of occurrence, though, in truth, neither of them is a housewife, just as Dory Maud likes to say. If Sean is in the kitchen less often than Puck, it is only by virtue of her being in higher demand with both the islanders and the rich horse buyers who wash up at their doors. Puck would be offended, but she knows it’s less a comment on her competence, and more a reflection on Sean’s ability to be less offensive when the situation demands.
At last, Puck steps forward, and she knows that Sean knows she is there from the tilt of her head, the relaxing of her shoulders. Puck reaches out and brushes her fingers over the soft, short hair at the base of Sean’s neck, and leans forward, pressing her forehead into Sean’s spine.
“Hello, Kate Connolly.” A hesitation, and Puck can hear the smile in her voice when she continues. “Puck Connolly.”
“I think you’ll find,” Puck says, voice muffled by the fabric of Sean’s shirt, “that I am now Puck Kendrick, thank you very much.”
The last of the tension slides out of Sean’s back, and Puck brings her arms up to hold her around the middle.
“Ah, yes,” Sean said, joy bubbling up around every word. “How could I forget.”
wlw see an ancient forest spirit and be like ‘is anyone gonna kiss that’ and not wait for an answer
お馬さん
Skata!
*surfaces from the cold ocean waves* skata did nothing wrong *submerges back into the surf*
uh so i’m like spitballing and plotting for that mermaid thing and hooooo boy
basically seans grandma definitely that fell in love with a merboi and learned lots of little tricks for calming and training the capaill that she taught her son and grandson and sean just carries the magic of someone who’s family has met and been loved by one of the wild creatures of the sea.
I just re-read my first Novembercake loverboy instalment and... who the FUCKletme publish that bitch on ao3 with fricken POV changes???? Was I 10?? There’s no excuse for this nonsense
Wanted to go draft smth for the mer ppl but found and older Finn x Daniel fic that I started and never finished so guess what I’m doing now
listen
you can’t tell me that the capaill are not the transportation of choice for the merpeople that live off the coast of thisby bc i wont listen
👀👀👀👀
Picture this:
They stayed under the radar bc they don’t come out of the water but they’re the ones calling to the horses bringing them back into the water. They think the humans trying to tame the horses is genuinely hilarious and they always watch the races from the waves laughing and calling and singing to bring the horses home.
YES
I. Love. This. Idea. Extending the lore to make sense of the horses’ pull towards the sea.
@applecakeandchainsaw how dare you relegate this wonderfulness to the tags??
the gift that keeps on giving
listen
you can’t tell me that the capaill are not the transportation of choice for the merpeople that live off the coast of thisby bc i wont listen
👀👀👀👀
Picture this:
They stayed under the radar bc they don’t come out of the water but they’re the ones calling to the horses bringing them back into the water. They think the humans trying to tame the horses is genuinely hilarious and they always watch the races from the waves laughing and calling and singing to bring the horses home.
listen
you can’t tell me that the capaill are not the transportation of choice for the merpeople that live off the coast of thisby bc i wont listen
did you know red snapper can live for over 100 years…. whatre they DOING down there
I hope this doesn’t work the same way for centaurs.
Thanks! I hate it