Its fun how I feel like that person silently drinking at the very back of the tavern, going through my journal as the sounds of the band played at the front, drunk men singing along , sluggishly waving their cups full of beer as they enjoyed their night
Makes me feel like I’m a battle-worn solider sitting in the back of a busy tavern, watching the happy singing with a contented, weary smile on my face.
I just wrote a narrative completely dedicated to a fantasy night full of betting and drinking in a tavern filled with fauns, centaurs, and many more, including this song. Also inspiration taken from the Rosewood Inn.
*_Begin adventure?_* *_Y/N_* *_~Y_* You didn't know them when you came around. A stranger with beaten feet, come from just over the horizen. You were tired but you never paused. You were hungry, sure, all the time, but a bite here and there was always sure to see you through. Who knew it become this. A whole pack of them. A short and stout one with a head of thick and braided hair, from his scalp to his chin and beyond. The big one, she's intimidating. The first to offer you a hand. Those two, thin and wide respectively, surely twins if only by spirit, yet born by different mothers. Theres one that looks like you. That flares up an old ache, and it hurts more than those two stubborn legs and the cramps in those compliantative joints. It hurts because it reminds you of a place you were supposed to call home. It hurts because that so-called home place was no home to you at all. It hurts because you wanted it to be the home place, you wanted it so much that you let it hurt for so long, and that last ditch desire reduced to ash. So you turned your back to that place before it could reject you proper. And now here you are, this band of strangers that lifted you up off the dirt, dusted you off, pat you on the back and practically brought you here by force. Here. This wonderful gathering. Its dim outside, just turning blue and gray, but inside is warm both in color and feeling. The rest of this village is going quiet for the night. But inside, here, its so much louder. The sounds of cheers, laughter, camaraderie, and joy fill the space between you and every wall. Beings of all shapes and colors and sizes are congregating under that impossibly high roof, surely it was lower on the outside, right? And its almost as if the entire building itself is twice as big on the inside. Lanterns of reds and oranges and yellows line the rafters, their vibrance stuttering fiercely against every breath. And theres this intoxicating music. A troop in the far corner plays their song and the entire crowd sinks into the celebration. What is it they're saying? _Oh lay, oh lie, o' lord._ You didn't care what it meant, neither did they. That wasn't the point. As the chorus returned, mugs of many different visages were hoisted into the air in unison all while the gatherers stomped and leaped and spun to the rythm, and so the lyrics were chanted again. Thin and Wide take both your arms and twirl you around, and before you know it those two stubborn legs are dancing with them. The short one belts a hearty laugh as the one who looks like you mistakenly stumbles into another, causing their mugs to spill. You brace for violence, but what happens instead blossoms a new feeling in your heart. That one, big and strong, almost three times the size of your stranger friend, lifts them up onto their shoulders and parades them around the floor, causing more cheers and laughter to erupt within the audience. The big one returns to the group with a tray of mishapen, unidentical mugs filled to the brim with something musky and sweet. A yellow rose begins to flower. You didn't know them when you came around. They brought you along, whether you liked it or not, and welcomed you within their hearts. Within their home. You're tired, but you never pause the dance. You're hungry, so are they, and a feast is shared among all the patrons in kind. You came all this way running from something you never knew. Who knew it was here, waiting to find you. *_Continue Adventure?_* *_Y/N_* ... ... ... ... ... ... *_~Y_*
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Its fun how I feel like that person silently drinking at the very back of the tavern, going through my journal as the sounds of the band played at the front, drunk men singing along , sluggishly waving their cups full of beer as they enjoyed their night
Makes me feel like I’m a battle-worn solider sitting in the back of a busy tavern, watching the happy singing with a contented, weary smile on my face.
I just wrote a narrative completely dedicated to a fantasy night full of betting and drinking in a tavern filled with fauns, centaurs, and many more, including this song.
Also inspiration taken from the Rosewood Inn.
I have found my favorite remix of all time
Adorei, parabéns!
Se eu fosse vc seguiria essa linha e a do lonesome town que vc fez, na minha opinião ficaram show demais, parabéns:)
This is absolutely beautiful
Que obra prima isso,meu Deus.Aliás,onde vc pegou os gifs?
Do Pinterest
sim
sim
SO GOOD!
The animation 😭
Tô apaixonado
😍 aaah this is lovely!
Thank you!! 😊
FICOU INCRÍVEL MEO DEUS
i need get in there!
Lindaaa ♡♡
*_Begin adventure?_*
*_Y/N_*
*_~Y_*
You didn't know them when you came around. A stranger with beaten feet, come from just over the horizen. You were tired but you never paused. You were hungry, sure, all the time, but a bite here and there was always sure to see you through. Who knew it become this. A whole pack of them. A short and stout one with a head of thick and braided hair, from his scalp to his chin and beyond. The big one, she's intimidating. The first to offer you a hand. Those two, thin and wide respectively, surely twins if only by spirit, yet born by different mothers. Theres one that looks like you. That flares up an old ache, and it hurts more than those two stubborn legs and the cramps in those compliantative joints. It hurts because it reminds you of a place you were supposed to call home. It hurts because that so-called home place was no home to you at all. It hurts because you wanted it to be the home place, you wanted it so much that you let it hurt for so long, and that last ditch desire reduced to ash. So you turned your back to that place before it could reject you proper. And now here you are, this band of strangers that lifted you up off the dirt, dusted you off, pat you on the back and practically brought you here by force. Here. This wonderful gathering. Its dim outside, just turning blue and gray, but inside is warm both in color and feeling. The rest of this village is going quiet for the night. But inside, here, its so much louder. The sounds of cheers, laughter, camaraderie, and joy fill the space between you and every wall. Beings of all shapes and colors and sizes are congregating under that impossibly high roof, surely it was lower on the outside, right? And its almost as if the entire building itself is twice as big on the inside. Lanterns of reds and oranges and yellows line the rafters, their vibrance stuttering fiercely against every breath. And theres this intoxicating music. A troop in the far corner plays their song and the entire crowd sinks into the celebration. What is it they're saying? _Oh lay, oh lie, o' lord._ You didn't care what it meant, neither did they. That wasn't the point. As the chorus returned, mugs of many different visages were hoisted into the air in unison all while the gatherers stomped and leaped and spun to the rythm, and so the lyrics were chanted again. Thin and Wide take both your arms and twirl you around, and before you know it those two stubborn legs are dancing with them. The short one belts a hearty laugh as the one who looks like you mistakenly stumbles into another, causing their mugs to spill. You brace for violence, but what happens instead blossoms a new feeling in your heart. That one, big and strong, almost three times the size of your stranger friend, lifts them up onto their shoulders and parades them around the floor, causing more cheers and laughter to erupt within the audience. The big one returns to the group with a tray of mishapen, unidentical mugs filled to the brim with something musky and sweet. A yellow rose begins to flower. You didn't know them when you came around. They brought you along, whether you liked it or not, and welcomed you within their hearts. Within their home. You're tired, but you never pause the dance. You're hungry, so are they, and a feast is shared among all the patrons in kind. You came all this way running from something you never knew. Who knew it was here, waiting to find you.
*_Continue Adventure?_*
*_Y/N_*
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Jesus ama vocês ❤️
It’s good but the subtitles go to fast
tô no paraíso
Who's the artist that made the art?
is there a one hour version of this hahahaah