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i’m gay but i’m always gonna choose the well developed straight ship over the 2 bland and incompatible white dudes that have 500,000 fanfics written about them. you guys just hate women.
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My Biggest and Most Annoying Fictional Horse Pet Peeve
Big Horses are a Very New Thing and they Likely Didn’t Exist in your Historical and/or Fantasy Settings.
You’ve all seen it in every historical piece of media ever produced. Contrary to popular belief, a big black horse with long legs and long flowing mane is not a widespread or even a particularly old type of horse.
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THIS IS NOT A MEDIEVAL THING. THIS IS NOT EVEN A BAROQUE THING. THIS IS A NINETEENTH CENTURY CITY CARRIAGE HORSE.
All the love to fancy Friesian horses, but your Roman general or Medieval country heroine just really couldn’t, wouldn’t, and for the sake of my mental health shouldn’t have ridden one either.
Big warmblood horses are a Western European and British invention that started popping up somewhere around 1700s when agriculture and warfare changed, and when rich folks wanted Bigger Faster Stronger Thinner race horses. The modern warmblood and the big continental draught both had their first real rise to fame in the 1800s when people started driving Fancy Carriages everywhere, and having the Fanciest Carriage started to mean having the Tallest and Thinnest Horses in the town.
Before mechanised weaponry and heavy artillery all horses used to be small and hardy easy-feeders. Kinda like a donkey but easier to steer and with a back that’s not as nasty and straight to sit on.
SOME REAL MEDIEVAL, ROMAN, OTTOMAN, MONGOL, VIKING, GREEK and WHATEVER HISTORICALLY PLAUSIBLE HORSES FOR YOU:
“Primitive”, native breeds all over the globe tend to be only roughly 120-140 cm (12.0 - 13.3 hh) tall at the withers. They all also look a little something like this:
Mongolian native horse (Around 120-130 at the withers, and decendants of the first ever domesticated horses from central Asia. Still virtually unchanged from Chinggis Khan’s cavalry, ancestor to many Chinese, Japanese and Indian horses, and bred for speed racing and surviving outdoors without the help of humans.)
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Carpathian native horse / Romanian and Polish Hucul Pony (Around 120-150 at the withers, first mentioned in writing during the 400s as wild mountain ponies, depicted before that in Trajanian Roman sculptures, used by the Austro-Hungarian cavalry in the 19th century)
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Middle-Eastern native horse / Caspian Pony (Around 100-130 at the withers, ancestor of the Iranian Asil horse and its decendants, including the famous Arabian and Barb horses, likely been around since Darius I the Great, 5th century BC, and old Persian kings are often depicted riding these midgets)
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Baltic Sea native horse / Icelandic, Finnish, Estonian, Gotland and Nordland horses (Around 120-150 at the withers, descendant of Mongolian horses, used by viking traders in 700-900 AD and taken to Iceland. Later used by the Swedish cavalry in the 30 years war and by the Finnish army in the Second World War, nowadays harness racing and draught horses)
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Siberian native horse / Yakutian pony (Around 120-140 at the withers, related to Baltic and Mongolian horses and at least as old, as well-adapted to Siberian climate as woolly mammoths once were, the hairiest horse there is, used in draught work and herding)
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Mediterranean native horse / Skyros pony, Sardinian Giara, Monterufolino (Around 100-140 at the Withers, used and bred by ancient Greeks for cavalry use, influenced by African and Eastern breeds, further had its own influence on Celtic breeds via Roman Empire, still used by park ranger officers in Italy)
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British Isles’ native horse / various “Mountain & Moorland” pony breeds (Around 100-150 at the withers, brought over and mixed by Celts, Romans and Vikings, base for almost every modern sport pony and the deserving main pony of all your British Medieval settings. Some populations still live as feral herds in the British countryside, used as war mounts, draught horses, mine pit ponies, hunting help and race horses)
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So hey, now you know!
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i was gonna save everything for a master bitchpost to not spam but holy FUCK
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THEY PUT THE EXILE IN A SLAVE COSTUME. OUR EXILE. IN A-
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you said, "we were born with nothing, and we sure as hell have nothing now." you said, "we were born with nothing and we sure as hell have nothing now."
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I think the Jedi council should have at least considered sending obi-wan over to Dooku to be like “yes hello I am here for sith training” just to see what would happen
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oh and Nemora after KOTET! girl found out her mother is dead and she lost her father BUT HEY, BROTHER IS ALIVE AND HAPPY (kinda) AND DOESN'T SERVE EMPIRE (fully) AND IS WITH HIS CHILHOOD-SWEETHEART BOYFRIEND!
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a holy crusade on the gods decayed to end our violent ways
Korriban’s last anointed death-priest, sworn to witness Vitiate’s end.
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Some doodles of my Lockwood&Co and PJO crossover George is 100% the only one that knows where they're supposed to go
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Fic Title Ask Game
Bringing this back.
Send me a made-up fic title (or 2 or 3) and I’ll tell you what I would write to go with it.
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a holy crusade on the gods decayed to end our violent ways
Korriban’s last anointed death-priest, sworn to witness Vitiate’s end.
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series of increasingly tiny cassuses. blorbo of all time
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medieval knight raising the visor on his helm just so you can see him rolling his eyes
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Kintash Tzara
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(art by @xanthouransong)
slight, silent, and stealthy, Kintash was born with incredible power and an unusual gift for manipulating the Force. they were taken as a Sith apprentice at only eleven - the three years of cruelty that followed left them cowed and untrusting. the relief of their master's death when they were fourteen did not last long; he was killed by an SIS special ops team working under deep cover in the Empire, and Kintash - fourteen at the time - was the perfect tool. the team was led by a former Jedi, and he took Kintash on as an apprentice and trained them in stealth, intelligence, and the use of the Force. he was not as outwardly cruel as their Sith master, but Kintash had little freedom, especially in communication - mostly nonverbal, they relied heavily on sign language, and they were taught very little Basic or Basic sign, ultimately communicating through a mix of Republic military signs and leftover Sith.
at eighteen, Kintash's SIS team was slaughtered in an ambush, leaving Kintash the sole survivor. this time, they were found by the Jedi and taken in, but the subsequent years did very little to settle their mistrust. when they are assigned to Maeji Katreos as a padawan, it is a last-ditch effort to see if they are able to work at all in the field, especially with others. luckily, that effort pays off.
Kintash is still a padawan when Maeji is pulled from the strike team going after Vitiate and they are sent in her place. seeing this as an effort to redeem themself, they are more than willing to fight - the months of imprisonment and mind control that follow very nearly break them entirely, and when they escape, they trust one person: Lord Scourge, who fights at their side as they hunt down Vitiate and slay him. afterwards, they hunt his spirit to the edges of the galaxy, intent on destroying it once and for all - no matter the toll it takes on them or the price they have to pay.
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