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girlboyburger · 2 months
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i heard you folks might like fluttershy? 🦋
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ganondoodle · 2 months
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(OC redesign?)
so here is Shargons (he/they) possible redesign (of his humanoid form; basic, with clothes and one with the coat)
also wrote a few basic notes about him on there but my hand hurts now so i will write more about him in a reblog if theres interest ( •̀ ω •́ )y
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zelda-photography · 1 year
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So originally this post was gonna be about how much I love the first big horse compared to the second bc Beefcake looks like he wants to kiss me on the forehead and Hylia looks like he’d rather stomp me to death with his hooves but then I took these pictures and
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Wait actually Hylia has kind eyes maybe she does love me <3
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bishopony · 9 months
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what was a twisona doodle but ended up turning into an entire alternate reality oc for me lol. this is Stardust Dazzle, failed student of Celestia
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beeqisch · 3 months
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mane 6 in my style/redesigns :D
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blaiddraws · 8 months
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an assortment of were-zoroark zisu doodles. no one is safe from my creature-ification beam
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ponku-po · 1 year
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henthehorse/runkpori
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lunerabo · 2 months
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Anybody else feel like the type of monsterfucker where sure, they want to fuck monsters, but they also want to be the monster doing the fucking
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onebadpunspoilsabunch · 5 months
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Years after FIM has ended, and it just occurred to me that Applejack is the only one out of the main cast that hadn't achieved anything significant! Weird.
Hey... that's right. Even Spike achieved more than her. Babs Seed achieved more than her. SNIPS AND SNAILS achieved more than her 🤣
Twilight Sparkle: Becomes ruler of Equestria
Spike: Becomes royal advisor/ambassador
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Rainbow Dash: Becomes a Wonderbolt
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Rarity: Opens another boutique in Manehattan
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Fluttershy: Creates her animal sanctuary
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Pinkie Pie: Helps Cheese Sandwich run his factory
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Even some of the supporting characters:
Big Mac: Marries Sugerbell
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CMC: Earned their cutie marks and created their camp
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Babs Seed: Earned her cutie mark and becomes a hair stylist
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Lyra and Bon Bon: They get married
Derby: Becomes a chef
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Snips and Snails: Snails becomes an athlete and Snips is his manager
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I guess Applejack... still runs her farm. Cool 😂
I guess she got together with Rainbow Dash in the end also. That too.
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jasontoddssuper · 8 months
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The Big Three kids have these.Percy and Hazel bought them together and Percy and Thalia fought over who gets Rainbow Dash until Percy convinced her to take Twilight based off her protagonist status,Leo makes fun of Jason for having Rarity,Nico almost cried in happiness when he found out he got assigned Fluttershy and Hazel took up Pinkie Pie cosplay thanks to hers
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tottallytoby · 1 year
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i need you guys to understand my vision here
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mintspider · 1 year
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Unmasked (RZ) Michael just hits different....
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Atlas walking in the sun and on the snow by Tambako The Jaguar Via Flickr:
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pink-pone · 2 months
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sharing my favorite animatic shots pt. 28
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fromsoa · 3 months
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royal gossip 💬
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flygefisk · 9 months
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i will not ask you where you came from i will not ask and neither would you
syndor (he/they), who lives a humble life. he seems content, with his garden and his chickens, but there's something behind his eyes. maybe he's running from something.
howl (any pronouns), who has a second chance. it died with blood under its nails and came back different in some ways- but the wildness is still part of him.
(tw for blood, death mentions under the cut)
once, long ago, there was a god. it was a wild, ancient god, one of blood and lust and life. a forest god.
the god scented blood on the air, dragon blood. it cared little for the civilized folks, as most gods do. it cared little whether they lived or died. but it was a curious god, so it tracked the scent, bounding on deer's hooves to its source.
the god's paws left no tracks in the blood-soaked earth around the dragon's remains. the god considered the creature for a moment: the blade buried in its stomach, hands and coverings stained dark, its face contorted in rage. there was another scent here, under the obvious blood and rot, one even more familiar to the god.
a wild something, indescribable even to the god of such things, coiled around the body that was once its own. it stared up at the god, its teeth bared. the god raised its head and howled in its many voices, joined soon by the wolves and coyotes and hawks and hares of the forest, a mournful harmony of all wild things.
the something howled too, until its song became a scream, letting loose all the sorrow and love and rage of a life that would never have been enough.
the forest went silent. the god lowered its head and nuzzled the something, like a doe to her fawn, like a bear to her cub. wild things understand each other. they don't need words. the god heard the something's quiet plea:
another chance.
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once, not so long ago, there was a man. he walked through an overgrown forest, dirt on his hands and his shovel. he loved walking in the forest, listening to the sounds of nature. it was calming.
he paused near a burbling creek to wash the sweat from his face. he sighed in grim satisfaction- tired, sore, numb. but it was over, at last.
the man realized, after staring into the water for long minutes, that something was different. wrong. the forest was silent here. his eye was drawn to a large stone behind him- half his height or more, veined with black and glittering white patches. on its face, a hand print painted with something dark.
a strange impulse took over, something wild within him, and he began to dig.
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once, now. a scraping sound. crumbling earth. cracking twigs. then, light. sunlight. warm and bright and so welcome after so long in the dirt.
the creature reached out from its grave. its hands- long, clawed, discolored- shook as it pulled itself up. it blinked against the morning light, yawned as though waking from a long nap.
it almost didn't notice the man with the shovel. he stared at it, his expression unreadable. it ignored him, letting the world wash over it: a cool breeze on its face, the sound of the water, of birds and insects, of wind through the leaves, the cloying scent of dark earth giving way to flowers and trees.
finally, the man held out a hand- blistered, rough, covered in soil- and the creature let him pull it from the earth.
the man removed his cloak, wrapping it around the creature's broad shoulders. it rubbed the fabric between its clawed fingers- soft, warm, dark like good soil- and smiled. it should have been frightening, with its sharp claws and sharper teeth, but the man just smiled back.
wild things understand each other.
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