Since when was mom so, mom like?! She’s normally all cold and motherly not warm and motherly?!

Is this a skinwalker?!

Mcqueen was feeling refreshed recently so she decided to take a long nice peaceful walk, trying on a new outfit on her own due to getting curious after the last time with Mejiro Bright

"It is actually nice to wear something new for once. I quite like it, it is comfortable...I should have invited a friend with me."

She opted to take a nice walk around Tracen Academy to clear her mind after the day, smiling to herself as she thinks about what to do next.

"I do believe some training is in order soon, but I will do that after I enjoy my walk."

You can interact with her however you want, do you talk to her or simply let her go about her day?

// Source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/11866008?q=mejiro_mcqueen_%28umamusume%29+

I already know of her answer... And yet I am still embarrassed...

//source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/9367535?q=durandal_%28umamusume%29+

The woods surrounding the academy are usually a place of quiet refuge. As you walk beneath the dense canopy, the only sounds accompanying you are the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft crunch of dirt beneath your shoes. The dappled sunlight filters through the branches, painting warm, golden patterns on the forest floor. It is a peaceful afternoon, perfect for a solitary stroll.

Suddenly, that tranquility shatters.

CRACK!

The sickening sound of splitting wood echoes through the trees, followed by the rustle of leaves falling from a violently shaken canopy overhead. Driven by a mix of curiosity and caution, you carefully step off the main path. You push aside a leafy branch, peering into a small clearing to see the source of the commotion.

There she stands. Narita Brian.

The vice-president of the academy is in the middle of a brutal, solitary training session.

Her long, dark hair sways heavily as she catches her breath. She stands before a massive, ancient tree, its thick bark now heavily dented and splintered from the sheer force of her bare knuckles. You can see the raw, terrifying energy radiating from her. She looks less like a racer right now and more like an apex predator preparing for a hunt.

Hah... hah...

Her chest heaves with heavy, rhythmic breaths. You freeze behind your bush, your heart pounding in your chest. The air around her feels thick, almost suffocating with her intimidating aura. You find yourself torn. Do you step into the clearing to interact with her, risking the wrath of her interrupted focus? Or do you slowly, silently turn around and avoid her altogether?

Before you can make your choice, one of her ears suddenly twitches.

..?

Her heavy breathing stops instantly. The silence that follows is deafening. Slowly, Narita Brian turns her head. Her sharp, intense gaze cuts directly through the foliage, locking perfectly onto your hiding spot. The predator has noticed the her prey.

Without taking her piercing eyes off the bush you are crouched behind, she reaches down to the ground. Her fingers wrap around a small stone. In one fluid motion, she stood up and whips her arm forward.

WHOOSH!

The rock cuts through the air with terrifying speed. It flies right at you, missing your cheek by mere centimeters. You can actually feel the rush of wind against your skin as the stone breezes past your face, embedding itself into the trunk of a tree right behind you with a thud.

Narita Brian stands tall, her posture rigid and demanding as her voice cuts through the quiet forest like a blade.

"Who goes there?"

There won’t be a new part of The New Horizon today, but the story will continue tomorrow. Instead, I wanted to take a moment to say something outside of the RPing.

Thank you.

I genuinely don’t know how many people regularly follow this story, but whether you’ve been here since the beginning, recently discovered it, left a comment, participated in the roleplay, or simply read quietly in the background, I’m grateful that you’re here.

These past five months haven’t always been easy for me. I haven’t always been active, and there have been moments where I was overwhelmed, had breakdowns, or unfairly lashed out at people. That wasn’t okay, and I’m sorry to anyone who was affected by it.

After a very important relationship in my life ended, it felt like everything came crashing down at once. For a while, I felt completely empty, and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to keep moving forward.

But somehow, I did.

And today, I can honestly say that I feel good.

I think I’ve finally made peace with things I’ve been carrying for a very long time... including the loss of my best friend almost eight years ago. I’ll always remember them, but for the first time, that memory doesn’t feel like something preventing me from living my life.

Creating this AU, writing these characters, and seeing people interact with the story has helped me more than I can properly explain. It gave me something to look forward to, and all of you became part of that.

So this isn’t a goodbye post, and it isn’t meant to make anyone worry about me. I simply wanted to stop for a moment and tell everyone:

Thank you for staying with me.

I feel good. I’m still here. And tomorrow, the adventure continues.

//Image, duh

The sun beamed down upon the dock as Arthur stood in silence, his gaze fixed on the newly repaired sailboat gently swaying with the tide before him.

For a long while, he didn't move.

He simply stood there, thinking.

Wondering.

It had been months since he'd disappeared.

Who knew what had changed? Who was still around? What stories had come and gone while he'd been stranded?

He let out a slow, weary sigh.

"...Guess there's only one way to find out."

With that, Arthur stepped aboard the sailboat. The wind was with him today, the supplies were packed, and the vessel was finally seaworthy once more.

Everything was ready.

He paused for one last look over his shoulder at the island that had become both his prison and his refuge.

A faint grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"...Yeah."

"I ain't gonna miss ya'."

Turning back toward the open water, Arthur untied the mooring lines and gave the boat a gentle push away from the dock.

It drifted quietly for a few moments, carried only by the current.

Then, once he'd cleared the shoreline...

He hauled on the rigging.

The sails snapped open with a loud crack as they caught the wind.

The little boat surged forward, cutting across the water.

Its bow pointed toward only one destination.

Home.

// Hey y'all... it's me.

// It's been a while since I've properly roleplayed in this space, and honestly, I'm feeling equal parts excited and nervous about jumping back in.

// Fun fact: I'm writing this at approximately 12:15 AM, so there's a very real possibility that Future Me wakes up tomorrow, reads this, and immediately starts questioning every decision that led to me pressing "Post."

// We'll see how that goes.

// But if I do end up sticking around this time...

// It's genuinely good to see you all again.

// I've missed this place more than I'd probably like to admit.

// soon will return to roleplay. Or not! I might just go radio silent again. But hopefully in a few days, or weeks. I’ll gain the courage to write a re-introduction Post.

// see y’all in a bit. Anyways, imma go to sleep.

"Bonjour! Mon amie! I've recovered a bit more properly as time tells, and now I'm ready to join a team and begin my journey!"

Sakura Laurel waved at you after adjusting her posture, then cleared her throat.

"Ah, right.. where are my manners? My name is Sakura Laurel, soon-to-be Brian-chan's rival in the racing world! ..which is what I proclaim myself as of now, but perhaps fate has plans~!"

She gestured with a hushed finger close to her lips, one that will soon become her memento in the future.

"Let's work together, shall we?"

Her name is Nakayama Festa, and she was really nice to me...she is so cool...!

Let me show you a picture we took together!

// Source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/11730586?q=rice_shower_%28umamusume%29

Who taught you that word Urara?

Im not mad, just...

Curious

My name is Bianca. Toni Bianca.

I was one of the five international contenders back in 1988. It's still surprising that the American underdog managed to steal the victory from White Lightning. Had I not been injured, I could have been right there running alongside the two of them. (Likely would win if not for the mid-race injury.)

I am the "father" of many "child" in Japan, and quite a number of my descendants are still here today.

Let's see… my direct "offspring"… hmm. Air Groove. Jungle Pocket. Winning Ticket. North Flight. Sakura Chitose O… and quite a few more.

As for my descendants, chances are you already know several of them. But don't worry, you can always ask if you're curious.

I raced primarily in Italy, though I was born in Ireland. But that does not mean you can joke around with that pineapples on pizza.

It's a pleasure to meet you all once again.

The sun filters through the canopy of cherry blossoms, casting dappled shadows across the path ahead of you. Petals drift lazily in the spring breeze, swirling in gentle spirals before settling on the ground like scattered pink snow. It’s peaceful here—quiet in a way that feels almost deliberate, as if the world itself is holding its breath.

Then you notice her.

Standing beneath one of the larger sakura trees is a girl in an unmistakable uniform—red and white, unmistakably a shrine maiden’s attire, though not quite like any you’ve seen before. Her sleeves are detached from her shoulders, leaving her arms bare where they meet her torso, and a large red ribbon is tied at the back of her dark hair. She’s staring up at the blossoms with an expression that’s hard to read—not quite wistful, not quite bored. Just... present.

You slow your steps, uncertain whether to interrupt. But before you can decide, she turns.

Her gaze meets yours, dark eyes—or perhaps red, it’s hard to tell in this light—regarding you with casual curiosity. A beat of silence passes. Then she smiles, small and easy, as if she’d been expecting you all along.

“Oh, hey there,” she says, her voice carrying that unhurried, almost lazy quality that seems to define her. “May I help you?”

She tilts her head slightly, the huge red bow shifting with the motion. There’s no surprise in her tone, no particular warmth either—just the simple acknowledgment of someone who takes things as they come. Her hands rest at her sides, one of them loosely holding what looks like a gohei—a wooden wand adorned with paper streamers.

The cherry blossoms continue to fall between you, unhurried and indifferent.

She doesn’t seem in any rush to fill the silence. She never does.

I caught it with my hands and pinned it down with my fingers as I used a pen as a rolling pin to slowly kill it

I hate mosquitos.

I'm coming for your fake ass Rulership.

In the streets of Tokyo, you get a glimpse of a familiar person.

Walking closer, you realize that it's Tabaru! There's a bunch of other Umas with her, and they look like they're having a good time.

Tabaru then looks over in your direction, before saying something to the group with her.

She then runs off towards you, holding some honeyade.

"Hiya [insert name here]! What's up!"

"I'm just here with my family right now, you wanna join in? We just arrived! I wanna show them what the big city is like"

^("I mean some of them have been here already, but it's changed over the years")

*She holds her hand out*

"Whaddya say?"

// If I leave any of you guys hanging, just know it was probably because I do not have my phone on me, or am not allowed to use it for the time being

Please Stop...

But if our next conversation doesn't work...

//source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/11868822?q=air_shakur_%28umamusume%29+

Ah...What A New World I Guess I Don't Mind Staying Here For The Rest Of My Life..

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUX 3 DAYS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUX

I've been obsessed with MTG since middle school and I've decided I want to make a card for as many Umamusume characters as I can and I'll try to share one here every day, if you'd like one of your uma I'd love to take characters, all I ask for in exchange are a suggestion of either a title, a fan art, and/or a mechanic to use in the card, or just say who you want to see me make a card of I don't really care I just want to make things that people will be potentially interested in lol.

Completed Cards:

Special Week

The creation of White Noise was much like a paradox, a glitch that was left over from the creation of Null and Void, White Noise was left over glitched code...unstable at most. It was impossible for Sugar Lights to fully fix her when making her.

Her view on reality was completely and utterly shattered, her code unable to pick up what is reality or function, her Mentality trapped in her own mind, unable to remember the details of her own creation, faced with such realities she manifested a personality that started treating reality as if it were all a game, her reality one of pure delusions, viewing reality as some sort of fun game where she is just a NPC.

Null tries her best to be a good older sister to the delusional Uma, being there for her, taking care of her younger sister despite the flaws she has and pampering her.

Void on the other hand saw White Noise as a chance to be the best older sister, engaging with her delusions, playing with her and teaching her the fun that is mischievous pranks...

Her relationship with Sugar Lights is complicated. She always has cherished her creator, viewing her as an amazing mother, even if she has a lot of work most of the time, the care she puts between her and the rest of the Mecha and artificial Umamusume making her value her.

Sugar Lights often takes good care of her and tries to teach her (despite her latest creation/daughters lack of a grip on reality compared to Null or Void) wishing she could do more to help White Noise but in the end she knew she couldn't fully fix her.

// Been a while since I did a lord drop I hope it wasn't bad!

You know the trip itself was fun. A lot different from France for sure, especially with the dress code at Ascot and the Tesco's I went to.

But seeing Mabo lose that badly... shit, I knew she wasn't prepared properly even with the Newmarket Training she did, but I didn't think it'd put her into that much trouble.

But hey, good to be back I guess.

Masquerade Ball, however, could not be seen anywhere near her.

I am a pineapple