Rewatched “Sprit: Stallion of the Cimarron” for the hundredth time and, like, why don’t people talk about this movie more??? Like it came out only a year after Shrek and that movie has a shit ton of sequels and yet no one ever talks about Spirit??? Like,
(1) It doesn’t glorify or romanticize colonialism. It is some real-ass shit.
(2) It has amazing art.
(3) The main human character is Native American.
(4) It doesn’t stereotype or generalize or dehumanize Native Americans.
(5) It’s about horses!!!!
If you haven’t seen or even heard of this movie, drop everything right the fuck now and go watch. NOW. GO. GO. GO. It’s just an all-around good movie that will give you so many feels.
Well well well. I need more Wranduin so I wrote something myself. English isn’t my native language and my first fanfic in englisch. But I hope you can understand what I had in mind :D
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A Gift
„What is this?“ Wrathion smiled and sat down. He looked at Anduin with amusement. „Oh my dear king... You know what this is.“ „Yeah... I mean. It's an egg. A white egg? A dragon egg I guess?“ Wrathion nodded and laid his hand on the egg. „I have to tell you something. This egg is older than Stormwind. It belongs to the father of dragons and his mate.“ „You stole this egg?!“ „No! It was… a gift from his mate. Her name... is Sura. She is an aspect like my father was. Her role was to have an eye of thousands eggs from the five dragonflights. These eggs are... so old. They're not related to any of their kind. Sura waited and protect them with her own nest. But none dragon hatched in all these years. But now she knew their time has come. She called us. She called the leader of the five dragon flight. She gave the four the power of the aspects back and for all of us hope. Many eggs hatched as they could felt the presence of their kind. My flight... I'm not the only one more.“ He smiled. Anduin was still only listening. „Then I spoke with her, and she show me her own eggs who turned into stone in those many years. We talk about our... mates. And when I told her that I never want to lose you… Well this egg began to shaking. It was alive. Sura was surprise. She talked to the egg but there was no reaction. As I talked about us again the egg react again. So... this egg is a gift Anduin. A gift from the hope itself. Sura is a dragon of wlight, and she gave the dragons hope. She... gave us hope for… a bigger family I guess?“ Anduin blinked. Wrathion waited for another reaction, but there was no chance for the young lion. The whelp inside the egg was crying and then began to hatch. He fought against the shell. After a few seconds, where there both looked surprised, a white golden whelp hatched. Tired but proud of himself, it crawled out of his egg and looked at them. Then he gave a happy loud and lay down. It was Anduin who touched him first. „You... had waited so long... for us?“ The whelp purred by the touch. Wrahtion smilded again, petting the little dragon whelp. „It seemed so. He's cute, isn't he?“ Anduin nodded. As they took back their hands the dragon changed his form. It was a human baby. Wrathion remembered that this wasn't something a dragon could do after hatching a few minutes ago. He trained four months for his human form and this little whelp manage to do this after a few minutes?! „Is that normal?“, asked Anduin and hugged the baby. Wrathion shook his head. „Well... No. But Sura said something... Look at him Anduin... He looks like you a little.“ Anduin looked down at the baby who opened his again. There was red. Like Wrathion's but a little different... more human. „When we shape shifting we... well we can choose which race but not the look. Let me try something.“ Anduin looked a little confused as he recognized his magic spell. It was to detect the family bonds between persons. „Wrathion?“ Red lines appeared from the baby. One was connected to Anduin, one to Wrathion, both were red. This color stand for parents. Parents in blood. „He is... is our son.“ Anduin was shocked but Wrahtion could hear the sound of happines in Anduin's voice. „Yes. We have a child Anduin.“ This little whelp didn't hatch for the father of dragons or the dragon of light. No, he only hatched for them. He wanted to be with them. It was a gift. „How shall we name him?“, asked Anduin. Well, that was a good question.
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Later after many names Anduin came with ‘Silrion Medivh’ short Sil. Silrion to honor the black dragonflight. They both decided to hide him for the alliance and Sil ist most of the time by Wrathion and the other balck whelps. Ah and Wrathion told Anduin that he is now the Aspect of the earth. Ebyssian is the one who watched the whelps while Wrathion tried to help Azeroth. After two or three years another gift arrive. This time it’s alittle girl and Wrathion came up with the name Varia. She has darker skin as her brother and black curly hair like Wrathion but the blu eyes from Anduin. Well... maybe a draw a scetch or so...
warning: includes nsfw
your enemy has been badly wounded, and somebody needs to bandage them up, so you agree to help them, and suddenly they're shirtless, and you can't help but admire their body, something this cheeky motherfucker takes notice of
you and your enemy has to kiss each other to create a distraction, though you get lost in kissing each other, and the only one who ends up getting distracted is the two of you, and as your enemy shoves you up against the wall, and you fumble with their belt, the antagonist sneaks right past you
chaining your enemy, leaving them behind while they scream and curse at you to release them
there's only one bed, but this time, they're arguing over who should sleep on the floor, which nobody agrees to, so instead they end up sharing, incredibly annoyed over having to share their space (it’s not like friends to lovers, in which they both awkwardly get into bed. this is straight up just. i will set this bed on fire if you don’t stay on your side)
your enemy seduces you by kissing your neck, tracing their fingers down your body. bonus if it takes place on a balcony, with your friends in the garden below you. if one of them look up towards the balcony, you'll get caught, and yet you can't bring yourself to push your enemy away from you
you're upset one night, and you don't know where to go, so you end up at your enemy's house, and as they open the door, you stay silent for a second, before saying (with tears in your eyes) ''i don't know where else to go.'' your enemy doesn't say anything. instead they pull you into their arms, giving you a shoulder to cry on.
during a dance, formal or informal, character A is dancing with character C, and character B can't take their eyes off of them, and when character B notices this, character B smirks, and starts dancing more intimately with character C, while not taking their eyes off of character A
your enemy's crew is talking about kidnapping or torturing you, and your enemy doesn't understand why they feel a sudden urge to strangle their crew for wanting to put you in harms way
pinning your enemy against the wall, or straddling their hips, pinning their arms above their head
you snatch a knife from your enemy's grip and throws it at the ground, then you grab your enemy by the collar, and crash your lips against theirs. they're surprised, but responds immediately
you threaten your enemy, and when they close the distance between you, you realize how attracted you truly are to them
your enemy's crew tells your enemy that they have to choose between you and their crew. your enemy doesn't hesitate. they choose you. as your enemy's crew raises their weapons, your enemy shields you, because if the crew wants to get to you, they'll have to kill [your enemy] first
jumping into bed with your enemy to ''blow off some steam'' or to ''resolve sexual tension.'' you promise each other it's meaningless, but the next night, it happens again
wrestling your enemy to the ground when they threaten you, holding a knife to their throat ''touch me if you dare.'' ''is that a challenge?''
''you're not going to kill me.'' ''don't be so sure about that.'' ''if you wanted me dead, i'd already be six feet under.''
you've been wounded, your face is all bruised up, your enemy puts a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to theirs, asking: ''who did this to you?'' when you don't answer, they ask again ''who did this to you?''
your enemy keeps on smiling when you've got them pinned down, and seem to enjoy having a knife against their throat ''are you getting off on this?'' ''i quite enjoy the view.''
you and your enemy bond over something you have in common. when your conversation is over and you need to leave, your enemy follows you to the door and says ''we still hate each other, right?'' you hesitate for a moment: ''i'd still kick your ass.'' ''i'm counting on it.'' you share a laugh, and as you walk out the door, you start blushing
you and your enemy hug each other, it's completely accidental, and neither of you know why it happened, and it's like,,, you glare at each other, with an expression of ''let's never speak of this again'´
avoiding each other for weeks after sharing an intimate moment, be it a kiss, a hug, holding hands, or just looking at each other's lips
you end up on your enemy's lap, and you yank the belt from their pants ''let's just get this over with.''
it's 1am, your enemy knocks on your door, and you're like wtf are you doing at my house, then you notice that they're carrying a dead body, and you're like what the fuck is that, and your enemy's like, i need your help, now, desperately, and you're like, fine, but if you get blood on my carpet, you'll end up just like him (dead)
you recently broke up with your partner, who cheated on you. knowing that you're upset and pissed, your enemy shows up at your house. you claim you don't want them there, and as you open the door, insinuating that you want them to leave, your enemy slams it shut and says ''use me.'' you know they mean in bed. and you know it's wrong. and you know you shouldn't. and you know you'll regret it. and you end up sleeping with them the same night.
''i can't go there with you, you know. everything's just... too complicated.''
''if you hurt them, i will kill you. do you hear me? i'll kill you.''
your enemy says ''slap me.'' you slap them, no hesitation. your enemy's like ?????
i might make a part two
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Okay, I like this theory very much. But I don’t know. I’m the only one who thinking this paasite is just a little like Venom? XD
We all think that Ardyn possesses·d some healing powers. After all, the game says that he saved people from corruption by absorbing it inside his body. Ardyn says it. Bahamut says it.
But it doesn’t mean that Ardyn has healing abilities.
Ok, let’s study this from the start.
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So, I do play the Oblivion Remastered version, and my character is based on an OC (Saros) I had for an RPG with my wife. Anyway, my character is original a coldharbor vampire (but one who doesn't worship Molag Bal and likes to go his own way). He is Half-Ayleid, Half-Imperial. (His mother was a slave, can we call that Imperial?) Saros had grown up growing as an Ayleid because his father took care of him (and his mother died by giving birth to him), and so he sees himself more as an Ayleid even when he does look more human than Ayleid. So, he 'overslept' most of the rebellion of the humans, and the dying out of the Ayleids. He wanted to fight, but his father had begged him to stay out of this. Now, Saros travels through Cyrodiil and loves exploring every Ayleid Ruin (and clearing them) he finds just to feel a little bit at home. Now, I started the Pilgrim Quest, and oh boy. Saros does want to help because his species is gone, and there is nothing to gain from revenge, so he wants to stop Umaril and does it. And I just had to imagine that during the vision of Pelinal, he just feels so offended, while Pelinal curses his ancestors and kin. He understands why the humans rebelled, and he understands the hate, but he is still a proud Ayleid, and this man doesn't even know that the one standing in front of him is at least half an Ayleid, too. Honestly, I love this. Just roleplaying in my head, and I just needed to share this. Do you have some roleplay in your head, too, for your characters, and have some funny moments in your head, too?