#izloveshorses

[asecretshekept]

top five moments dmitry was a slut go 😤

This is an impossible task, but I'm brave enough to try a countdown:

5. When he realizes they're going to Get Rich Quick and Get Out of Russia (A Secret She Kept)

4. When he sits Like That in the old Yusopov Palace (In My Dreams)

3. When he shoves that one ruffian out of the way in the fight scene

2. When he brought guns to fight the nightmares (In a Crowd of Thousands)

When he finally gets to Kiss the Girl (Finale)

And an honorable mention (learn to do it):

Hope this helps!

[stephaniesdrake]

when a witch falls in love with a werewolf

thank you so much @izloveshorses for bringing to life mine and @emchant3d's babies!! they're so beautiful!! you won't regret commissioning iz!!

[lady-arryn]

from @aralisj to @izloveshorses ❄️

[andorerso]

since i know you're a rdr2 girlie now i gotta ask,,, what is your horse of choice for arthur 👉👈 did you have a favorite? several favorites?

ohhhh fun question! I went through a couple of horses (who doesn't?) full disclosure that I'm not a huge horse girlie so the breeds were kinda lost on me, unfortunately. I don't really remember the horse I started with other than it was brown and so I named it Roach (after Geralt's Roach in the Witcher). I was really obsessed with having a black horse for Arthur though, like fully black with no colored patches or anything, and it took me a while to find one - I accidentally stumbled across it in the wild one day while exploring and had to break it. but honestly, that was so much more meaningful to me than just buying one from the stables. I don't remember its breed though 😭 but I named him "the Captain" after Cassian (and because Dutch's horse is the Count so I thought it was funny)

of course, I then had to go and find the White Arabian too because that's an iconic horse, and I really liked the idea of Arthur's secondary horse being a white one. her name was Rebel (don't look at me!!) I defaulted mostly to the Captain but I used Rebel too sometimes, and it came in handy for when I went on hunting trips and had to carry more than one big pelts. I lost her during the Guarma chapter since she wasn't my primary horse, I couldn't collect her after returning 😔 I like to think she's still out there somewhere. the Captain's loss was heavier on me though. basically what happened was that during one of the main quests, he was gunned down and I was out of horse revivals 😭 I was fully prepared to reload but turns out the last save was from the PREVIOUS DAY, so I was like.... this is heartbreaking but I'm so close to the end of the game, I'm just gonna let him go. rip Captain.

after that, I wasn't really drawn to any horses, so I decided to use Buell since there was at least an emotional attachment tied to him. and like I said, it was really around the end of the game, so I didn't feel like going out and finding and trying to bond with a completely new horse (and then Buell too would pass away during the last quest of course, I did feel bad about that one, since Arthur promised Hamish to take care of him... would have probably been better if the Captain had lived to die there with Arthur instead but it is what it is)

anyway, that is my horse journey! I know they're probably not the best horses in the game, so to speak, but to me, it was about the emotional journey <3 my favorite will always be the beloved Captain, rest easy, boy. curious about your horses 👀

[aralisj]

3, 12, 16, 17, 27, 29 (you don't have to answer all of them i'm being a little gluttonous)

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? An all time favorite is I Said "Baby You're Not Lost" but this year I would say no words appear before me in the aftermath - it's really short, I'd never written for The Bear and I was quite proud with how the dialogue and tone of the whole scene turned out

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? Mmm, I still have to finish my Reddie Ice Skating AU, my Steddie Soulmate AU, my Darklina MUA/Method Actor AU, and a little Good Omens Epistolary - Hozier inspired thing. I also have half finished chapters for a Matt Murdock/Jessica Jones Bodyguard AU and a continuation to my Andrew Garfield!Peter/Dev Patel!MJ AU. So, six if another hyperfixation doesn't hit 😬

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Alternate Universe by a mile (see above). I love to take my blorbos and put them where they shouldn't be lol Obviously my favorites are Ice Skating AU and Soulmate AU 🥰💜

17. Your favorite character to write this year? Eddie Munson. I don't write many earnest characters and it's been fun to write for a character that honestly doesn't care if he comes across as "too much" - also there's so little canon about him that it's a very creative process overall

27. What do you listen to while writing? Sometimes I play a character/ship playlist but usually it's a boring procedural on TV playing in the background or something

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

A little long, it's one of the letters of the aforementioned Good Omens Hozier inspired epistolary thing. Proud of how I interweaved bits of From Eden with the lore of their relationship. Dunno, it's not much but it's honest work lol

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[halfagony-halfhope]

okay okay but.. has anyone thought about dev patel as wentworth?? honestly he could be any jane austen hero but here's his chance

there's the issue of his youth. he's younger than sarah snook. but i wouldn't be against the idea of seeing him playing an austen hero.  😊😊😊 

[cressisaqueen-moved]

3 or 17 pls

17: soft summer rain

some dimya as a treat

Summer in Paris was everything Anya could have hoped for. The flowers were bright, the water shimmered, and the sky was always clear. Well, except for today.

All morning it was overcast and foggy. Anya could barely see five feet in front of her.

“Of all days,” Dmitry muttered as the couple walked along Anya’s grandfather’s bridge. Every time they crossed it, it made Anya giddy. Usually Dmitry shared her joy, but today he seemed on edge.

Anya had hoped to spend their anniversary at the ballet, or maybe at a nice cafe as they read, but Dmitry insisted on taking her to the hill that overlooked the city. The hill they climbed when they first arrived in Paris.

By the time they made it to the base of the hill, the fog dissapated, but light rain soon came down on the city.

“Shit,” Dmitry said. He ran his fingers through his hair, messing up the gelled locks.

Anya hated seeing him so agitated. “Dima, it’s just a little rain.” He looked at her and his anger seemed to melt away. She took his hand and led him up the hill.

Awaiting them was a large picnic blanket and a basket filled with pastries and champagn.

Anya stopped short, her eyes widening. “Did you plan all this?”

Dmitry nodded. He smiled for the first time all morning and Anya went up on her toes to kiss him.

The rain didn’t go away, but the couple was content to sit and eat and laugh together.

[natalie-goodman]

dimya + 41

“I feel like I can’t breathe”

canon + somewhere between russia and paris

It was a tiny inn outside of Berlin. Vlad had charmed his way into the innkeeper’s wife bed, as well as an additional room for Dmitry and Anya. It wasn’t much but there was a bed, and a place to wash up which is more than Russia had been offering them when they had left it. 

Anya slept in the bed, as was the custom, and Dmitry stretched out on the floor in front of the door. He said it was for her protection, but she knew that was a lie because he had seen her fight before. 

Back in Russia, they had all slept in close quarters. She had grown used to the familiar warmth radiating off Dmitry, and the solid form of his body in the spot next to her. 

The rules seem to have changed upon leaving Russia. She didn’t know if it was because they were getting closer to her legacy as Anastasia or…what exactly had changed. 

She watched the shadows cast from the moonlight and fell asleep imagining them as dancing figures. 

Anya awoke to an awful noise, and when she first sat up she put her hands to her throat thinking it must be heard. As the noises continued, she realized they were coming from the floor. 

She climbed out of bed, kneeling by Dmitry’s side. She placed her hand against his cheek, softly shaking his shoulder. 

“Dmitry...Mitya, wake up,” she said. 

She hadn’t known he suffered from nightmares, but he probably didn’t know she did as well. Maybe everyone in Russia was afflicted with them after the revolution and Great War. 

He awoke out of it as abruptly and gasping as she awoke out of hers. “Anya?”

She gave him a little wave, her other hand falling from his cheek. “I think you were having some awful dream.” 

“It happens,” he sighed, sitting up, resting his back against the door. “It’s just these stupid dreams where I feel like I can’t breathe.”

She scooted over so she was sitting beside him. “You’re here, you’re safe.” She placed her hand on her knee, palm up. 

Dmitry stared at her hand for a long moment before placing his in hers. He seemed shy, bashful like when he asked, “Stay with me?” 

Anya nodded and leaned towards him, resting her head against his shoulder as they both stared at the moonlight.