#DEEP ZEBRA LORE

[le-jardin-inculte]

the other best thing at oryxcam this week: Fax Error finally had her baby!

little Paper Jam got unjammed 🤣

no hidden affairs with muddy grandpas this time though, the dad is definitely Hook (the burchell's stallion, the leftmost zebra in the first pic with the leaky stripe)

[mrultra100]

I don’t bring up ideas that, despite how I like them, they’re made by others all that often, but there was this one on the MSM Ideas wiki where there was RPG game set in the world of My Singing Monsters, and the monsters are set in a fantasy setting of heroes that I really like.

Taking a few pages from that, what if there was an actual MSM game like this? What if it was a monster-collecting RPG where you befriend the monsters, and they help you with saving the world? What if the playable roster and supporting cast consisted on new characters based on the Monsters? For example, there would be this knightly Rare Clamble who’s a knight in-training, and would speak of wanting to do valiant deeds for the town, and swearing to stand on guard….

And who also would be voiced by Tom Kenny…

…Look, what I’m saying is that I CRAVE for the concepts from “Those Singing Monsters” to be brought back, MSM would be GREAT with serialized stories. Have literal characters have their day, use the lore from the source material to make it deep and rich, especially with its character arcs. Seriously, for a mobile game, it has alot of lore, and I mean ALOT. Those stories would fare very well if they made their way into animation. If nothing else, I feel the upcoming lore video made between BBB and Raw Zebra could be great if it heads in this direction. Give us a taste of how rich of a concept it is with the potential. In this day and age, a popular mobile game series would very quickly have an animated version attached to it.

If revisiting concepts from the past has taught us anything, it’s that a big enough idea can come back if the right work is done with it. Even if it takes the 10 year wait that between both sides of the Ethereal family had to go through, anything can come back for an updated turn.

[loominggaia]

Preguntas sobre centauros:

1:¿Nos podría contar de la cultura de los centauros que parecen cebras?

2:¿Los centauros que magia suelen practicar? (Si es que lo hacen, y tengo entendido que no se llevan muy bien con la magia. Pero quería ponerlo porque pensé en un personaje, un centauros ciego que maneja la magia de la tierra y "mira" por las vibraciones de la tierra)

(Translated via Google Translator)

Questions about centaurs: 1: Could you tell us about the culture of centaurs that look like zebras? 2: What magic do centaurs usually practice? (If they do, and I understand that they don't get along very well with magic. But I wanted to put it because I thought of a character, a blind centaur who wields earth magic and "looks" for the earth's vibrations)

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1 ) Sure! The Striped centaurs descend from ancient tribes in the Midland Savannah. Unfortunately the Midland Savannah is plagued by nomadic raiders called Kaconenans, who ride enchanted zebras and wear their pelts. Zebra stripes are heavily associated with Kaconenans in this region, so they are considered unlucky. It's taboo to even wear zebra patterned textiles here.

This is bad news for the Striped centaurs, who face a lot of discrimination simply due to the color of their hides. People suspect the Striped centaurs are affiliated with the Kaconenans in some way, so they distrust them.

These ignorant beliefs have pushed the Striped centaurs into their own little isolated communities. It has also pushed many of them away from the Midland Savannah region altogether, because they don't face such discrimination in other lands.

The ancient Striped centaurs were nomadic ambush-hunters, and strangely enough their main prey was zebras. It's funny that people think the Striped centaurs are friendly with the Kaconenans, because they actually hate eachother! There have been countless clashes between these two groups throughout history, but in recent times it seems the Kaconenans have won, because most of the Striped have now left the region. Today, the Striped centaurs' descendants can be found all over Looming Gaia. They are more genetically diverse than their ancestors, but they are still easily identified by their distinct black and white stripes.

2 ) Magic is something centaurs don't really excel at, but that doesn't mean they never use it. Actually there are some centaur tribes that use magic a lot, both for utility and fighting. The centaurs' main problem here is their short lifespans. Magic takes many decades to master, and by the time most centaurs get good at it they're already shaking hands with the grim reaper.

However, some centaur individuals seem to naturally excel at spellcasting and learn it faster than others. Big Philly is such a character in the series! She started learning very early in life and became a master by adulthood.

There is no particular type of magic that centaurs excel at as a species. It just depends on the individual. I will say that culturally, they tend to value spells that can help them in battle. Centaurs are quite honor-driven by nature and most of them have a deep reverence for the dead. As a result, there are very few centaur necromancers in the world because this type of magic viscerally disgusts them. They don't really do well at mental magics like telepathy, transmutation, or teleportation either.

I love your character idea, and it sounds very plausible to me! Hazard magic (such as terramancy) is one of the schools that comes more easily to centaurs. Magic is a valuable resource for blind individuals, and some get really creative about the ways they use it to navigate.

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Lore Masterpost

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[couldyouspeakmyname]

hi i see you do Beastars one of my fave manga and anime:) i was wondering could you do Rokume meeting a human male Who calls Rokume the most beautiful snake thy have ever seen?

Hello! I actually put in my rules I don’t write for humans, but since you’re so polite, I can make an exception (plus this could be fun, since humans are pretty rare in canon lore from what I gathered)ôヮô

Rokume was a recluse. Most of the staff didn’t know she existed, only very few of the students...she didn’t know if she was flattered that the idea of her being a legendary monster or if she was offended. She usually chose to take it as a sort of twisted compliment. Sure, she struck fear into everyone as a “monster”, but even if they knew she was around, she’d face prejudice. After all, anyone would be terrified of a giant rattlesnake. It only made sense.

Despite being the local legend, monster, or whatever term was ‘hip’, Rokume still takes her job seriously. She has to look out for all students, but the few times she had a snake student around, it was a painful reminder of how little times change. Snake students still were stepped on (not always on accident), isolated, and many just had to eat or go elsewhere due to judgement. Sure all carnivores have issues, but snakes were still somewhat excluded from the carnivore groups. It was hard to be a legless reptile. You couldn’t even eat without the animals around you watching in fascination and horror. 

Rokume was doing her patrols, using the vent systems and walls to wander around the school grounds, out of sight. It was later afternoon, so most classes were over and students were in their dorms or out doing club activities. One Zebra did startle when she made a quick dash from one hallway to another, but Rokume just assumed that would mean the Zebra would have a story to tell her classmates later. Rokume always made for good gossip.

She finally stopped after doing a quick round in the east quadrant. The sun was setting by this point, so she relaxed. Most animals were gone for the day, or at least, away from the school building. The drama club was usually the last one out. Rokume had even seen that same zebra speaking with a giraffe about what she’d seen, so she assumed they were done for the day. With a deep sigh, she made her way into the teacher’s lounge. 

The snake carefully pulled open the fridge with her tail, and fished out her water bottle. Taking a few big drinks of her water, she tried to shake off the fatigue that was trying to creep its way in. That’s what happened when you did nothing but move all day. Maybe she should take a vacation and go somewhere. Somewhere hot and dry. Maybe a desert? Or perhaps even a beach? Somewhere reptile specific...

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know anyone else was in here,” Her head snapped to the side as the door to the lounge opened. She got so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized she was daydreaming. It was a male she didn’t know personally, but recognized as a new hire. She’d been given his file by the principal the beginning of the new season of classes, to make sure she didn’t mistake him for a trespasser. Leave it to Cherryton to somehow find not just one, but TWO human teachers. 

“It’s fine, I hope I didn’t startle you,” She was confident with her abilities and her body, but around fellow faculty members, she had to be careful. It was one thing to be intimidating to keep students in line and safe, but a whole other to intimidate other staff. With the murder of the student Tem, Rokume couldn’t risk another mark on her record. It was best to make herself seem as unintimidating as possible. 

“No, no! It’s fine, really,” He smiled at her, furless face stretching in a smile. “I’m y/n,” He offered her, moving over tot he fridge himself to fish out what must be his dinner. Perhaps he had papers to grade that kept him late?

“Rokume,” She adjusted her hat on her head. After he moved away from the fridge, she carefully put her water bottle back in. He was watching her, but quickly averted his gaze when he noticed her looking at him.

“It may seem strange, but we snakes do things a little differently, given that we don’t have hands as you do,” She assumed he was looking at her open and close the fridge, and maneuvering the pure muscle of her body to “hold“ and place things away. The staring is why she preferred to eat alone, away from other animals. A lot of animals complained they’d have no idea what to do without their arms and hands, but Rokume had never known anything different. She never felt like she was missing out.

“A-ah, no it’s not that it’s just-,” Rokume made her way tot he door while he spoke, keeping her gaze on him as she did so. The room was large enough to accommodate the staff of the school, but Rokume was a very large snake. She was probably one of the few that could make the room seem small. 

“No need to worry I’m not offended,” Her voice was cool, collected. Just a few more moments and she’d be out of the room and far away from this awkward encounter.

“It’s just that you’re the most beautiful snake I’ve ever seen!” Rokume stopped her path, turning her head to look at him, perplexed. Beautiful? Did the human just call her beautiful? Not only beautiful, but the most beautiful snake he’s ever seen? Had he never seen other snakes? Powerful? Sure. Terrifying? To many. Strong? Oh yeah. But, beautiful? Ball pythons alone had a variety of colors and textures that could be found appealing, but a rattlesnake? No, most found them uncomfortable. Not only for their size but their venom. 

“Sorry, it’s not my place to say really but, you are,” He seemed to try and smooth the situation out, try and reel himself back into being professional. The gears in Rokume’s head just kept turning. 

“Thank you,” Simple answer, and it didn’t leave room for more conversation. In an instant, she was out of the room and hidden back in the walls. 

Beautiful huh?

Rokume was confident in herself, and her abilities. She was strong, fast, and effective. Rokume was a school legend, a monster, and a security guard. Rokume had come to see herself and know herself as a lot of things, but that was new.

Beautiful...

She’d be lying if it didn’t make her feel a little special. 

[my-fanfic-library]

Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [2]

Masterlist

~^*^~

His wicked eyes were set on your form. You were trying hard not to quiver under his heated gaze. How had he managed to get out? Did he have to rip his way out of that cell or was he allowed to walk free for some unknown reason? Not that the answer to those questions even mattered. A 6’4” vampire who had openly discussed your influence on his appetite was standing before you.

Should you flee? How does one overpower a vampire, anyhow? You had read in the account and heard it right from his mouth that Dracula could turn into certain creatures. It would take one shift of him into the black, beastly wolf for him to hunt you down with ease. You’d never even make it back up the slipway.

Your mind pounded and the indication that your heart was doing summersalts came to your attention as Dracula audibly took in a breath. He hummed in satisfaction as he released your scent. He knew he had managed to catch you completely off guard.

Within your bag, your phone began to vibrate and Dracula looked accusingly down at it. You bit your lip, fingers delving in to grab the decode and quickly answer.

“[First]?” Zoe’s voice rang through your ear.

“Zo-Zoe...” your lips trembled and it had nothing to do with the cool sea breeze.

“They let him out. They let Dracula out!” Her voice was in a similar state of panic and you knew it was because she was one of the only other people in the world who knew of his capabilities.

“Zoe, I-“

“Apparently he has a lawyer! Can you believe it?! Anyway, you need to be careful. He seemed to take a liking to you during the time you spent with him today. Promise me you’ll look after yourself.”

“Zoe-“

“Promise me, [First]-“

“It’s a little bit too late for that...” you trailed off, eyes locking with the man’s towering above you.

“How do you-... Where are you?!”

You had no chance to reply as cool fingers brushed against your own. You watched in horror as Dracula snatched the device from you and lifted it to his own ear.

“Dr. Van Helsing, how nice to get into contact... yes I know... trust me, I know... I suppose you could say it is a curiosity of sorts. It’s mere curiosity... what am I doing it for? Something different. Don’t bother us again, we’re busy.”

You could hear Zoe’s desperate pleas on the other end of the phone but Dracula had already figured out how to end a phone call and that was that.

“Absolutely amazing...” he breathed, turning your phone through his fingers as he inspected it, “they gave me a larger one in the Foundation. Did you know you can do practically anything on these little things? And it must be enchanted, considering it can deliver your voice to someone else so far away.” The wonder held in his eyes as he spoke made him seem almost human. Almost.

“Yes, I knew that...” you began, voice slow and as steady as possible, “but it’s not enchanted, it’s electric.”

“Electric...? How curious...”

“What is it that you wanted, and don’t just repeat your answer.” You folded you arms, trying to remain composed but your mind was whirring with the thought that this may be your last moment or two alive. If he really had decided to choose you as his next meal...

He sighed, an agitation growing deep in his chest. One of the only things he had ever craved so deeply was company. Most humans that he had interacted with were dull, cardboard cutouts of one another. Over 500 years of the same specimen got old and fast. There had only ever been a handful of humans that satisfied his thirst for something other than blood - good company. And Jonathan Harker, Sister Agatha Van Helsing and her descendant Dr. Zoe Van Helsing had been the only ones to peak his curiosity. But hours ago, when you had come in with a front of iron, and a poorly hidden core nothing short of anxiety-ridden, you had peaked this curiosity once more.

The sea groaned away in the distance and the seagulls had decided on steering well away from the undead figure on the sand. It was much more quiet, much more intimate and grew much more darker with every passing moment. Dracula’s eyes seemed locked on you, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read between the lines of your stoic gaze up at him.

“What would you like my answer to be, [First]?” He inquired softly.

“Truthful, for starters.”

“Alright. You see, after 5 centuries of the same old types of people, one becomes accustomed to those who flee and quiver at the mere sight of a beast such as myself. I will never forget the day I made my entrance at the nunery Sister Agatha resided at.” At the mention of this woman’s name, you noticed a tenderness fill his voice and a small smile threatened the corners of his lips. A spark of wonder lit up in your chest. Had a cold, ancient, blood drinking beast grown a soft spot for one of the only people to put him in his place? His eyes glazed over momentarily and he seemed to look right through you.

“You still haven’t answered the question and you’re about to drool at the thought of this Sister Agatha.” You rolled your eyes. He immediately snapped out of it and there was a low rumble emitting from his chest for a split second.

“I like good company. Sister Agatha was good company. She was inquisitive and intrusive of my routine. While she lost our personal battle, she most certainly won my attention.” He looked down at you and noticed goosebumps rising on your skin. The sky was darkening even more and the navy had stretched out and was almost kissing the horizon, “goodness it’s late for a mortal, isn’t it?” His eyes glossed over the North Sea that expanded far into the horizon.

“Count Dracula?” You spoke, “are you going to kill me - or are you waiting for me to submit myself to you?” You has to ask. You needed to know if your life had reached its expiration date.

“Hm? Oh, not at all.” He looked down and then back towards you, a most wicked and mischievous grin taking hold over his features, “whilst I do enjoy a little food play every now and again,” he stepped forward and his right hand came up to cup your face delicately, “I have no intention of feasting upon you. Not yet, at least. Your scent alone is intoxicating. But your wit, your strength and your character are making me so very interested in you, Miss [First].” He stepped forwards, beginning to close the already small gap between you, “no, I think I’m going to have to keep an eye on you, young lady.” He spoke gently, eyes now boring down into your own. His orbs glistened in the moonlight, “I want to see just what you’re capable of.” He whispered.

“Maybe another time.” You suggested. Your eyes flitted up to the moon and back to him, “if all of this vampire lore is real, surely you should be off to your Transylvanian Earth to protect yourself?”

“And why would I do that?” He scoffed.

“Because it’s a full moon and that means werewolves.”

At the mere notion, the Count could no suppress the deep and hearty chuckle that bubbled up from his stomach. His eyes crinkled and his laughter caused him to bare his white teeth, currently blunt and of no means a weapon brandished to hurt you. For a moment, disbelief struck you as his laughs echoed along the beach and he let go of your face to smooth over his jacket. It took another moment for him to gain composure.

“Werewolves - now you’re being ridiculous.” He smirked down at you. He shoved one hand into his pocket.

“So a 523 year old vampire from Transylvania who wants to befriend a human because they’re using scientifically proved tactics to not die as prey and wants to know if there is any more substance to that is totally just mormal but you draw the line at warewolves? The supposed arch-enemy of vampires?”

“It’s ridiculous, I mean, how on Earth would the first warewolf even be created?”

“Well how were you created?” You challenged.

“Well, when a man loves a woman-“ he smirked.

“If you continue to speak, I really will drive a stake right through your chest.” He groaned inwardly at your response.

“I must admit, I do like your flare. You are very much lively, aren’t you?” He cocked his head.

“Livelier than you.”

~^*^~

When you awoke the next morning, you knew that you were in for some serious trouble. Zoe had left you over 30 missed calls, along with a plethora of concerned text messages inquiring about your and Dracula’s whereabouts. Although you could no longer answer for the Count, you found yourself sending a snarky reply that you were currently in bed. This turned out to be a mistake as within 10 minutes, your front door had burst open and Zoe, along with five armed men appeared at the foot of your bed.

You should have known that Zoe of all people would have freaked out over your contact with Dracula - she had been chasing him her entire life. Now he had been found. Not only had he been found, he had somewhat been resurrected and was on the prowl again for food and destruction. And you were a prime target.

After checking your body for bite marks, she began to harass you for every single detail about your encounter with Dracula the previous evening. You told her about him finding warewolf lore ridiculous, the obvious obsession he seemed to have with Sister Agatha, and how he had most likely revealed just a little too much to you about his true intentions. He wanted good company and anyone who rose to challenge him or stand out from the usual screaming meals he usually dealt with was a possible target for his attention.

“I don’t get it... I mean, I kind of do, it must be lonely to have everyone be afraid of- no I don’t get it.” Zoe sighed, “he’s an unnatural predator. Everyone is meant to be scared of him. A lion would never go for a snake because the snake would never be afraid of a lion. It wouldn’t even pay the snake any attention whatsoever! It would go after a zebra or something. So why is Dracula so focused on the snakes...”

“Thank you for insinuating that I am a snake, Zo.” You rolled your eyes.

“Not just you, but it seemed Jonathan Harker was a snake in Dracula’s hunting ground as well as Sister Agatha... I am said to look just like her, and I take no bull crap from him either...” You could tell she was losing you as she drifted off into a train of thought, “you’re going to have to cater to Dracula. We need to know what makes him tick.”

“What? So you’re going to use me as bait to do your little experiments on him?” You frowned.

“You said yourself he doesn’t intend on harming you.”

“Yeah, because a vampire never lies, huh, Zoe?”

“Please, [First]. I promise you we will do everything to keep you safe.”

“You better have a whole S.W.A.T. styled team on my ass at all times, Zo.”

“Only the best for my favourite assosicate.” Your ease to obey her wishes and commands caused a smile to break out on her features.

~^*^~

Walking along the pier, you allowed the hot summer breeze to ruffle your hair and cool your hot skin a little. Looking to your right was the Abbey perched high on the cliffs. You could make out some forms of the last tourists enjoying their visit. The sun had yet again sunken well below the horizon and your heart thumped in your chest. You anticipated a certain undead male’s arrival at any moment. It wasn’t that you had invited him out, but you knew that if he had become attached to your scent, he’d find you.

It was only a matter of time before he did find you. And you dreaded that moment.

[jesterden]

Lore Post - First Date

I don’t really have a picture for this one, but it’s Vashti and Viskar’s first date. It’s very awkward, but also very sweet. Just dumb young adults being dumb and in love.

Also, Varn’s biological father is in this! For anyone unfamiliar, ‘Greg’ (who is now actually named Greg) is an old friend of Vashti’s and Varn’s bio dad.

“Hey, who’s the lost puppy?” Greg leans in close to his battle buddy, his tone teasing, the way only best friends could talk to each other. “Been following you around since the doubles ended. Need your very best friend in the whole wide world to go beat his ass?”

Vashti raises her eyebrows, cuffing her friend in the shoulder with a weak smack. “His name is Viskar. I told you about him last week, which you would know, if you listened to a word I said.” She rubs her fur out with a damp towel, war paint coming off into the white fabric, stolen from a nearby human village. “Please don’t act like an idiot in front of him. I know it’s hard for you to act like a normal lion, but try.” She glances to her friend once more. “And wipe that stupid paint off of yourself!” The towel ends up covering his face, and Greg simply laughs.

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In the end, Greg doesn’t make a fool out of himself in front of Viskar. Instead, the two males swap some pleasant conversation, before Greg states he has to go, with his twin sister calling him. It leaves Vashti and Viskar, who stare at each other awkwardly for a split second.

She hadn’t taken the time to actually study Viskar’s face. He’s handsome, she has to admit. His features are very strong, and he’s absolutely massive, and although she’s large for a lioness, he still dwarfs her. “Ready to go, Vashti?” He says it with a large smile, and she feels her heart skip a beat. “It’s not too far from here, but I figured we could skip the parties... I’m sure you’ve been to your fair share, right?”

“You have no idea.” A similar smile breaks out on Vashti’s face, despite her best efforts to look uninterested. She didn’t even know why she was on this date, but something about Viskar made him impossible to ignore. Trust her, she tried. Dating wasn’t her thing. “What are we having for dinner?”

“I thought we could hunt together. I didn’t really ask you what you liked... and that’s on me. If you don’t want to hunt, we can just buy something from the Trading Center?”

Hunting sounded like a dream. She was tired of the Championships already, itching for something else to do. “How about this, I’ll hunt for the main course...” She pulls her beetle pouch from her neck with her mouth, throwing it to Viskar, who catches it easily. “And you get dessert from the Trading Center? I like Honeycombs.”

Viskar gets that smile on his face again, and he nods his head.

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She doesn’t know where the time went. One moment, she’s dragging a zebra up a hill, and the next, she’s drunk on fermented fruit, laughing into Viskar’s mane. The large primal is laughing too, and it echoes through her head, deep, almost as comforting as his heartbeat was. “And then he said he could beat me!”

“What?” Vashti can’t help but laugh at that, watching as Viskar takes another sip from his fruit. “You’re joking! That runt can’t beat a dwarf!”

He nods enthusiastically. “I told him that! But you know Orriande. Mister I-Can-Do-Anything. And that Sahara girl was cheering him on!”

“Hysminai?” He nods again, and Vashti buries her head against his fluff. “I hate her guts. Let me tell you, she’s evil incarnate.” She emphasizes each syllable of the word incarnate, looking up to Viskar. Her ears are pinned back on her head, and one of his paws is resting on her back. “I... I had fun today, Viskar.”

Another trademark, heart-stopping smile. “You did?”

She pulls herself forward, claws sinking into his mane loosely. She taps her nose against his, closing her eyes gently. She confirms his question with a simple sentence. “I did.”

[thanksfirefly]

Pinkie Pie knows what parasprites are but not zebras??

I feel like that would be like if I knew what a quokka is but didn't realize Africa was a real place.

Also we learn later that *Celestia* doesn’t know what a parasprite is either, and the show never gives even a throwaway explanation for why Pinkie knows what parasprites are???

Like I know this is s1 and no one was paying attention to the deep pony lore or whatever, and also that everyone in the writer’s room agreed to never plan anything ahead for any reason, but that still seems like a weirdly pointless detail to overlook.

[dreamstorym]

A few artists that I follow are jumping on the world-building train and I thought I would too! I've been wanting to share some species lore on centaurs for quite some time but just haven't gotten to it.

What you are about to read applies to centaurs in my universe, you may use my lore but please remember to give credit!

This has proven more difficult than I had anticipated though...

Anywho, if you can get through this upcoming word vomit, I hope you enjoy!

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Centaurs are a demi-human race with the upper body of a human and the lower body of an animal though, this is not limited to horses. This lore post is primarily referring to horse centaurs.

The hair on their head is usually the same color as their tail. A centaur’s lower body varies in the same color patterns of any horse from base colors of bay, chestnut, black to duns, appaloosa patterns, roans, champagne variations, pinto patterns, and greys. The hair on their body tends to gently fade out when meeting with their raised torso. Most Centaurs' upper bodies are hairless, excluding facial hair and the hair on their heads. Few male centaurs have chest hair.

Centaurs are herbivores; Their diet mostly consists of fruits, vegetables, nuts, and eggs. Meats are hard on their stomachs.

They particularly love anything salty and adult centaurs love wine.

Biology -

The average height of a centaur is 8.8 ft. but heights can vary drastically between different subcultures, genders, breeds and species. So it's not really an average.

The average lifespan of a centaur is 70-100 years of age. They are commonly air longevity is caused by and toned their diet and healthy lifestyle.

If a Centaur were to gain too much weight, they wouldn't be able to wipe their own bottoms after using the toilet.

There are many different kinds of centaurs: Ponies, deer, zebras, horses, donkeys, ponies, etc.

There are also more mythical variations such as unicorn centaurs, aka Centicorns. Scientists aren't entirely sure if there are pegasus and alicorn centaurs though.

The following terminology is used to describe centaurs of various ages:

-Foal: Offspring of either sex from birth to 4 years old

-Colt: A male centaur from the age of 4 to 17 years of age. Yep, it's a pretty wide gap

-Filly: A female centaur from the age of 4 to 17 years of age.

-Mare: A female centaur 18 years and older

-Stallion: A male centaur 18 years and older

History -

For centuries, centaurs were a violent, militaristic race that lived around the art of combat. While Stallions developed into being muscular, vulgar, violent beasts who only saw raw strength as valuable, Mares favoured technique and became refined, though prideful, warriors.

When they were first discovered by humans, they were quickly enslaved

In history, they were mostly unconsidered as humans in society and were commonly treated like enslaved farm workers and mounts.

In later years, they took deep pride in the art of archery. Colts often used it as a way to show off their skills and strength in front of potential mates.

Centaurs also served as soldiers and knights. They also continued to work on farmers even when they weren’t in captivity.

Clothing -

Now, the age old question: Should Centaurs wear pants? And if they should, how would they put them on? Well, for all of you who have been wondering and still haven't gotten your answer, this video(youtu.be/n5ESSI2U48g- you only need to watch till 0:22) demonstrates a centaur filly successfully putting on her pants.

Centaurs commonly prefer to online shop for their clothing because shops that tailor to Centaurs aren’t very common.

Centaurs can wear tops from any store as their upper bodies are human and they can therefore fit human shirts and jackets..

The most common choice when it comes to bottoms are shorts and skirts as they still offer enough liberty to run, unlike pants that cover the joints and dresses that they may trip on

For horseshoes, the most common, everyday material is rubber. Elders and more old-fashioned centaurs may wear metal horseshoes and there are gold horse shoes for special occasions. Centaurs are also capable of wearing special centaur boots that come up to the knee.

Centaur Equestrian -

The sport of Centaur Equestrian is much more popular nowadays that regular equestrian.

Equestrian is very common and more popular than traditional equestrian. Most Centaurs get into sports when they’re young and compete in teams of 2, the mount and the rider.

Riders and Mounts generally tend to be in close relationships such as best friends or lovers.

Equestrian organizations are very wary when it comes to teams made up of an adult and a minor and generally don’t allow such combinations. If a team like that were trying to compete, they would organize an investigation to look into the matter and make sure there was no slavery or traficking invovled.

Though these sorts of situations are more common when colts or fillies are involved, they still may organize investigations for suspicious activity even when two adults are involved.

There are 3 subcultures of Centaurs: Stags, Countryfolk, and Wilds

Stag Customs-

One of the questions I'm most frequently asked(for Special Week in particular) is: Can I ride her?

The answer is a big, fat NO! Stags see the act of riding(especially bareback) as a sacred thing, as sacred as sexual intercourse. If word got out that a Stag was bribed into letting a biped ride them bareback, they would be labeled as a whore or a pimp.

They believe that only a bipedal spouse should be able to ride bareback and if riding for sport, there must be a saddle separating the rider and the mount.

Stags are the most domestic, civilized, and modern of the centaur subcultures. They are the smallest subculture of all the groups.

Males are required to wear bottoms to cover their manhood(if they don't want to go to jail).

Females are a different story though. If a female's tail is long and voluminous enough to cover her womanhood, she is not required to wear bottoms. Though if her tail is cut short or her menstrual menstrual period is on, she will then wear bottoms., usually pants.

Most stags work as soldiers in the military, compete as as equestrian athletes or in centaur pageants, or join a breeding program and mares may become wet nurses. They do perform modern jobs as well.

Countryfolk Customs-

Countryfolk are more southern, traditional centaurs. They are the largest subculture of the Centaur race.

The countryfolk filly shown is @hubedihubbe 's OC, btw.

Now as for countryfolk, they don't see riding as such a big deal. In the country, any biped can ride as long the centaur is okay with it.

Countryfolk commonly live on farms in the countryside.They usually work as farmers and/or pull wagons and carriages.

Centaurs from this subculture make up the majority of the athletes in the centaur equestrian circuit, especially in rodeo.

They wear shirts and other tops but go bottomless. They most commonly wear old-fashioned metal horseshoes.

They are firmly set on traditions of hard work and can be pretty stubborn at times and look down upon beings who are lazy.

Countryfolk and stags don't primarily get along as they live by different values and beliefs. Countryfolk scoff at the stuck-up, hoity-toity stags that become lazy and too domesticated.

Countryfolk courtship traditionally involves gifts. As they value the harvest, gifts tend to be flowers or food. To give a present you grew or made yourself is a very meaningful gift indeed. Centaurs in love may bake treats, write songs, arrange bouquets, plant gardens or build houses-- all specials gifts for that special somebody that's caught there eye!

Wild Centaur Customs -

Wilds are, as their name suggests, wild centaurs. They're the second largest of the Centaur subcultures in the world.

Wilds are somewhat hostile towards outsiders who aren't centaurs, especially scientists.

The knowledge that is currently known about Wilds is commonly provided by centaurs who grew up in wild herds but then became Stags in adulthood.

They greet others with subtle nods and gracious bows to the highly admired.

Wilds wear no clothing at all, not even horseshoes but mares and fillies wear clothing on their chests to reduce movement if needed.

The wild filly shown up above is an example of the varied results that often occur between Centaurs as of result on a very wide gene pool. She is partially based off of Pocahontas and Rain from Spirit, you know, the horse movie about the wild mustang.

Wilds live in nomadic herds of 5-30 centaurs. The leader is the strongest of all the stallions and he protects the herd. The lead mare(either the lover of the lead stallion or the strongest mare) leads the herd and chooses locations.

Being the biggest and strongest, the leader has first pick when it comes to mares. Mares have the chance to decline if not interested, thought this rarely occurs.

Wilds encourage rogues and lone centaurs that may be roaming about to join their herds. They encourage the new blood and genes that the new centaurs bring.

New Stallion members are allowed to challenge the leader for his spot. They compete in a series of challenges and duels and the winner becomes/stays the leader.

If the new member loses, he is allowed to stay within the herd but most stallions don't in order to avoid embarrassment and hostility.

Male and female members of most herds may go as they please and some herds even allow them to return.

Wild herds do not have schools and fillies and colts are taught how to survive in the wild by an appointed instructor within the herd.

Mares most commonly find the strongest, largest stallions as the most attractive(usually the leader), though--as with all races--there are obviously different preferences between different mares.

Weddings -

Traditional Centaur weddings are very similar to modern ones. The slight difference is that instead of rings, the bride is given a headpiece and the groom receives an ear cuff that is permanent unless the couple should divorce.

Centaurs from all the subcultures usually incorporate these traditions in their ceremonies.

If there is a marriage within a wild herd, the honeymoon consists of the herd running behind the bride and groom as they choose different routes and locations.

A traditional honeymoon for countryfolk and more adventurous stags will consist of trekking in the countryside. Going camping, unplugging from electronics, living on the land for a few days. Going back to the roots of their wild ancestors. They usually have some sort of guide accompany them.

Most upper-class stags go for the traditional honeymoon of a cruise or going to a resort.

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Well that’s all for now folks! I enjoyed doing this and if you got through all this info, thank you so much and I hope you enjoyed!

If you still have questions, feel free to ask something you may not be sure about in the comments!

If you have a race that you’re interested in knowing more about, write in the comments your suggestion for my next lore post!

[libidomechanica]

“Most balmy eve; and his Dominion: no”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

You swim sentry over glowing they could   not go, though it is greeting their sin. Pen,   what would it solve if he took up and clip my willing Will, devouring tresses. But beauty were barren, barren shore! I   have an ending downe to rest, that churl Death   once enlumind me, and swell my bag with pompous roialty. Most balmy eve; and his Dominion: no Nation of those my   family’s once so long to lead fraile mind,   did her transforme into her for that’s thankful sighs I blesse and clear. And fuels good as none, she doth preserve the somber movement   of desire keep pace; therefore O   loue, and thou with other as if it prove a girl who’ll fall damn near in its start back.

               II

Yet the gaze of chat, the Idoll of my   poore thrall, but him thy best! Scan, tis yon born   idiot’s, who, ah! My Nanie, O. Wherever bear unless my heart a-dying. And if they knew the time drawes, her freewill,   scorning I remember well tied in the   servile to show then her bolder winges displaces yet be low and they elsewhere, in that many wondrous House of both speake   and dead my life began. Which served for   ourselues we carue, and we went in a cool cell where the moorland fly in, First Hair, drove Penmen, as the Cuckow, when my ioy wil   be the waters did we hear the Never,   never, whisper, and the tumult of Time now signal: O, she’s spoke the animals.

               III

This waxed old, and kill, with thy living and   the Noose of my spirits rush’d together.   So euery where lives attached to accept me as a bonie lass, how all else pales beside that it cannie, O; but I’ll have sung, puppet   to a confined doom. Where I had five   sense of continence, the heart would neuer read in bookes. And all day could not speak. I could in soule up to you. Till the folde,   that heuenly borne: and griefe renew’d! Men to   deuoure those roses and the closet of my being shall excuse the sea. Of mud and most removed. I remembered consolate,   sweet Iudge, must tormenteth, her minde remembrance   what you meant, then fayrest let none could not say, This is she with winters bowres.

               IV

Till I may in dread of any ill: that   iustice slain, else men atheists, and Max   whimpers, and told him we would helpe, doe me nothing down the Gods in the victorie, yet for they don’t care I wanna be your eyes   lifting upon their young; nae artfu’ wiles   to mooted desuetude. Threat of fiery life which beholding there; which she wept with sterne countenance dew. Yon knot of the   World dirhems for a night and Stars returnd   the wintry rage of a harsh can prove unto thy petty part, giuen hath: that was a strength to her loue lay sweet grace; but on, on   thy paine: for thee, Cynara! But lodwick,   this little you smile, as the South, roses are form’d to see it playne, yielded them both.

               V

He left behind the lightly me, but, trowth,   I care na by. Nay, but Heavenly Zuhrah   who at last to promise hope of new delight? Shall the night, betwixt her lips, and die, and dislike invasive zebra mussels,   or it’s like it’s all OK. You who   want to lead fraile spirite spoyle of light was excell. Her rebellious prayses fill. That violent. Of Justice, confounded   old dreaming on the World. That all the charted   systems, we’re not till that you meant thereof, which was wont to learned to be inclynd: that when others will depose from the   sun upon her. Die and glory can be   caught with abandoned skins. See if you like I’m singing me with love and dying smart.

               VI

Then, gentle beams as the more purely brighter   of light, but thy pity like sun, as   he rode like one that err’st not to deeme of the drops headlong from a game. Of the nymphs should scorne with chaunge of loue is lyke to try.   My virgin that all thy monument, when   I am beauties graces did vnto her be all too zealous for to endure so tædious toyle, witnesse whyles her faire flowres   doe blynd boy Venus from others ayde:   for all the dead unhappy she the front of your nerves, each landscape to mine own fears, and raged deep in Phidian lore. My doubt, blush   o’ my charmer, her sweet enchanting art,   soon falters when he holds himself within be fed, without some say than my o’er-press’d.

               VII

For laik o’ gear, ye’ll cast your selfe on the   root of the bright Marigold of Leutha’s   flower: o folly! Of my deare exylde longwhile abye. But while we may, the weary dayes. Nay, any lady’s of the guests,   which my braunches rough all maskes my pain.   Moments after it inquire, but they spring, because you and name you bastard in the bowl was filled with vinegar and put   thee more, that of hers did close room, nor mone,   yet nor in field nor bowre are of Cupid humbled hart: but the lambs might be perhaps a year. And brand it would bee, for damzels   fit to entertainment of her high thoghts   more than all faith, like a religious caves, terror, lest I wish the kindling power?

               VIII

For laik o’ gear ye lightnings, weigh the beach   I wandering tongue; use powers that same   beast ambitious eyes bronze and rose. But I’ll say that ye may delight in well-raisde notes; my pulse each goodly Idoll, now, if not   quite regard, giue mercy too. At the wind   was too busy visiting seas, should stay. All other warm heart a-dying. His clumsy Will! The most odorous smell, if will,   whose heauen doth houe, many long weary minstrel-   life that in councell did bid me fear; and in the day, and let that Heav’n had sprung his praises dew, into his Self-fulfillment.   All sleep-warm pillow under your slaue;   in iustice slain, kill me gentler passion slide in the silks. Yet better thankles paine.

               IX

Now I look up, to drop on a new   Pandora see. The day or night, be torn. My   boiling sayd, her glaunce, more likely, with Sweetness to all the deadly power. Phantoms of existence from elsewhere all day could   not chose but the lang day I sought not be   seized by like it. Last atchyue the common kiss the vale; but with corage stout. Ne ought was brown before the trew fayre, breake out, that churl   Death my bonie, bonie lass, how frail our best selves   assured to the Abyss, a red, round him when he complaints doth play, and he feels, again, and last to steal away,&blasted, and   Oothoon; but Theotormon’s reign took his hart:   the while sore that it is to die in dumpish spring, whose streight bands can be destroy.

               X

Rule, wound, that not knowing thy heart and   quietly takes the mountain road, the cold reliefe   vayne man, sayd she, that’s half starved. Long since, say, lichen, and the process of my hart with the lily! Yet your beautiful! His   face defil’d when that my verse vowd to   eternity, promising wonder than Believing Prince with should’st depart, and maketh euery daungerous guides the meek camel   why he love-hat relationship. Mine a   little that I speake no word to herd with which mote peruart, let her pride that they can find her left in mine. Faltering eyes beheld   the obiect, that dream there; sap check’d with   plenteous gift thou art may pitie claim the same star doth impart. That was struck my brother.

               XI

Something to terms with the stood on the barren   as they shall I then death! Ye wadna   been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lighter ladies do not knowing, artful, secret core.—Still near the final end, she means I   find, but I was, in fact, stained ceiling, why   you stop my toung, and cruelly! But the frozen marriage bed! Bathe me in juice of pleasure of your mind and goods. Go to him that’s   one way Love drifts into a though shadow   in the Parliament of our glorious beauty doe beat for every part remaine. When with cold half is his looking and talking   of the spirit, from which I too would   feed until my teares, cannot raise my heart beat, night-lamp flicked from cold despair.

               XII

And what wondrous thighs, my legs and a rose   her mother skin growing-distant soon enough   to disrupt your mind that the stubborne hart to a suddenly, with ioy resembling lamenting; the larger soul, their ruthlesse   the deep in yonder you squeal at and   snow that though in vain upbraids th’ unhallow’d fire, till beautiful isn’t hard to masterfully rude, barren as they thus   devis’d, do thou but then, t’ increace. Slumber-   drunk an Arab in the nights prefer before mine, I thine, a lip to drag the child do deeds and spare it: come what is the   powre to kill? No fate for you to death the   gods had never happened balloon. Forthwith his ydle boast, but loath the Winter rude!

               XIII

And your bosome to the Fire. Divine in   view, my Helice the warp’d and cherish that   in councell didst make their late footing stars of sword and of his madnes, my Helice the dove withoute boon? The rules who dislike   or slow-worm lend thee, when shifted round the   flitting away from my deep emotion, O thought we were three Ghosts, rejoicing in the hill, the curlews call, and mounted on   his Bosom with his Associates Night   came, twas dusk; she in his mouth slips the heaven and successful too; winning postures, such portlinesse shall have play’d a soft   misnomers, so divine! Such a pilgrims made,   with nimbler much to thee. That now to your skin growing-distant drum, the king of night?

               XIV

His face, whose star, that I obtain’d their pray.   Throne thou canst prevail again appeare. Watch   out for games, those poets better men shouldst print those fayre sights, whatever we do together—that wakens men with which I may   laugh she herself before her, but fayleth   trusting on its neck and will all from human heart henceforth I did wandering if the spade from his Love? Thou should stay. Over   heart, I said, and Love her flesh. Of those fayle   fall for their faults with a riding which you’ll root and the body chiefe? Are both ioy resemble th’ vtmost of you saw too   that fayrest shall dance, as no affright control,   supposed as for the part to me crept: my feet shall dance, as the Lord vs taught.

               XV

On her fayre, shall be spread in bookes. And   many night, and partly fear, as if a   night and doth reproue, and, whether is pure and prayses yet been born is gone. Into the porch with, Let us look at was a cliché.   That once it bore; thou, when he feigneth   in mynd. Be lyke a rich laden barke, with an ear in its hand, and opens but to shepherd’s nose, the distance is it made for   the lodestar of mirth, since moulds such Consummation   never rust if you’re driving, lowers your Valentine? In dreams, and echo back her sighs. If sudden dumps and more came   a colours could neuer shall encrease, and   feye fallen adown. With crimson drops that thee array; why dost thou taught. Fading man.

               XVI

Brought may turne to confess our loue shall o’er   the other joys of riches a’s my pen—   where I went to rest that glance of all the garden-rose that the stay of her feather’d Fowl, discharge, with looks as Cockatrices   doo: but when that eternal law; and yet   there’s no more forbear to year for love returning fields into the end is ever certainties now dark with Anguish, in   white birch, glinting to kisse her mind to my   brush came close intent at his prest: how fair the highway at our back. Light a sickly former lives is holy seasons, and bring   back Her, nor could thy death to me gaue by   kind, the worlds pride, or rashly on the hostile lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by.

               XVII

But, if he hae the narrows of the World   dirhems for a name as fruitlesse beauties   grappling and many nighting upon the middle of the earth that was the sandy tracts, and me vnto Roses red: her gentle   brest ye hide, the least encumbrance what   you, chopping a glossy boot, and he turn’d his Heart torment feed. Ne wilbe moou’d with fierce lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by. Though   I and Theotormon’s Eagles to wound, and   churchmen starue my body shall move the most in her cruell and vnto me gaue by kind, in mind of that heauen or her shrill trump of fame   blaze in thee more commend? Than the gardens,   that came at play last may in termes her exultation, they shot awrie! It woman.

               XVIII

Somebody who such one that perish’d long!   For, thought I sawe so farre subdue. Uncertainties   now crown our sport. But pure a spell, and tongue to see that to his place: shall be spread in the self its multiple desire,   is of a parting there. The syntax   of love of eglantine, but shadows, where ever after room, imprisoned there is no disaster. To his Self-fulfillment.   August over the scene, had blended with   friends, because acts are nothing. And pine-crusted bodies, that pricked to the fruitless as was mine eyes looked back. Neuer in this is:   if I look up, to drop on a new   Pandora see. The night, betwixt her links of better part to speake nor thine the four winds.

               XIX

Behind yon hills of glass, beauty herself!   Make me whole years; yet noble conquer grief   beside the day, the more I loue and love him like hats but the envier? As made of the falling flowery lap of early   world. When first assay. Right so young, and I,   Love, which it doth spred his Worshippers, fine on the shovel down until Max’s hind legs stop the glint of far-off fireworks, to the   dive bar and I enter. Then suddenly   with my head cool-bedded in a siluer sheene, but more my pen—where the morgin’d ocean invade with orient eyes are but   proudly disobayes, and which I love you   by your vacuum cleaner breathing in the chords with a boy’s delight in Truth’s day-star?

               XX

Has met wi’ the queen o’ the deed to your   golden keys. In greens I picked in a lofty   be. Can I part her can be caught a fawn to hunt his spheares annoy to new delights not in my lip.—Turning heart, thought,   dare not eternall blindly in love,   beloved, and so I am hard to be wroth with feet of beasts but newly spred, her temple be desert wondering her light   like a vision of your enemyes. ’Er   the after wound with this gross spirits that which on earth as lothsome and clos’d my fond fancy, so artless, something like petrel   on thee old and former liue, that aperture   becomes the birthright in me I find to rid him in some Arabian night?

               XXI

With sweet as drowsy hour; this young Cupids.   Whole, the lesser man, and al her face. Of   weathers false desire, in my changed your selfe into the eye, the song o’ the fairy tales that is not one that I must be   heard, and Stella lookt on, and grief beside   their heads in theyr trew obiect of your vertue as thee. Begin and roll the bar and as you turn that sweet than my o’er-press’d defensive   angle with his flock, that all and therein   the burden of mortal life? Her voice right, but there to give disquiet, which did shiver in religion? And griefe with his   Teeth. Or I shall know, and know those fourty   which a spring now with most contented day nor night; but worthy to be acted.

               XXII

That The Shah Salámán fired the soft   lamp at the Blue Field; he and after long   pauses ere he strove to ape the more cruell warriour when first hunger too? With the strife. To be prolonged beyond the Fount of Justice   and proud and modesty, subtile   craft my Damzell broke his face with a nose, one yeares in his garden; they are blue, and, forsooth! With shivering human form,   that I was full oft fore-see my after-   following hand soon enough hate had put them feele as much as all things, began t’ increace, lyke a Strawberry blonde head   of night above abasement press’d   defensive angle with rivals by the vales of Eden lying in each other’s chair?

               XXIII

Before desire is death this misintended   him in some Corner of the sleep   had been elsewhere all that made him tense—how she wept and clasp’d his knees; and trying to my absence exiles sunshine by loving toward   the mouse and cry, from mine eyes, to seem to   his Ear: then, fixing the world ought from heauens know before high-piled books, in chast affects, that tree, and seeing my selfe with sacred   bowre of loue, with my plaid an’ out I’ll say   thee, clumsy Will! You must be without booke: what this hypocrite? And thus she stepp’d aside, as conscious of my purest sky: it   down he came the tyrants’ crests and they woxe,   and where to rest that watch the swan, and freesing fires of lust, yet could always be seen?

[ask-the-equestrians]

Greetings Everyone whose near and faraway. I got a new Equestrian Remake for you today. We have an Equestrian that's unique from all there other. Here we focus on the Equestrian Zebra Zecora. Since I lack the skills of make these sill rhymes. I will quit writing this bid this time. Anyway... Today we or focusing on the rare Equestrian Zebra, Zecora. Zecora is a rather mysterious Equestrian who live deep in the Everfree forest. She is known by the towns folks as a skillful witch doctor who would help anyone/anypony who comes to see her, from curing a strange disease to regrowing hair. Zecora gained a reputation of being a miracle worker despite the first appearance that she had towards other Equestrians when she first appeared in Ponyville. While many Equestrians in her town know about Zecora and her "miracles," No one really knows about her past, nor where she originally came from... Until she came across a certain Equestrian who knows who Zecora really is. Zecora is a decedent to The Demon King of Forfedre "Axel Doi" and was the chosen Queen by her Clan as a last attempt to bringing Axel back to his former state or to bring an heir that can one day defeat Axel and become the new King. Zecora later on escape from Axel's castle and left Forfedre and took refuge in Equestria posing as a witch doctor. Discover Maya Doi at the Everfree Forest with Fluttershy with brought back memories of her past with Axel, in which Zecora can only see The Equestrian Maya as Lord Axel, and continue to spy now her until Maya learned about Zecora and decided to confront her at her hut. My that the Befing is done it's time to get in details about the Story of Zecora Doi Zecora Doi: The Neglected Queen of Forfedre Zecora was born and rise in the palace at Forfedre. She is one of the Rare Zebra Equestrians that's existing in Forfedre, however the family decided that it was best to not let Lord Axel learn about her Equestrian heritage and her Zebra in fear of any retaliation against Zecora do to the fact that one of Lady Keiko's Daughters is so fun of the Equestrians especially a rarity like a zebra. Throughout her life growing up, she's been educated by her care takers, learning everything about her nation's magic, history, and about Lord Axel's life before he turned into a demon. Zecora was also train in the Country's Martial Art called Capoeira in which she became the most skillful fighter in her family. Zecora's training and her Equestrian heritage made her the most beautiful and Strongest Female Warrior in the Doi Clan, and gave her family hope that she can one day change they're ruler's heart and eventually return him back into a human. Zecora was chosen by noblemen who represent Lord Axel to become is Queen, and was told that she was their last hope of bringing Axel's compassion back to him, but if she couldn't do that then at least give birth to an heir that can one day slay his father and take over as the new king. Zecora accepted her role as Queen, and the inauguration ceremony between Axel and Zecora has began. Early on her role as Queen, Zecora notice how distant Lord Axel is. While many people in Forfedre describe Axel as a vicious monster that has nothing but hatred in his eyes Zecora sees a sad lonely man who became hollow inside. Axel didn't pay much attention to Zecora, often leaving her alone in the castle while he started a war against other nations to expand his land and take the natives there as slaves. While he is back at the castle, Axel barely say anything to Zecora if anything at all, and often ignoring her to do other things. Zecora became depress, lonely, and stuck with a king that won't even acknowledge her existence, so she spends her time help other subjects by curing their illness with her potions and help rebuilding the tarnish reputation they of her family that Axel indirectly destroyed. Zecora became interested about Equestria, and seeing her there are other Equestrians like her that are genuinely happy and even have a loving Ruler that value her subjects and apparently have a foreign Deity who comes visit the country that love her subjects just as much. Zecora believes that she and her Zebra would be better off living with them and her Zebra can be free around around the forest and eventually interacted with the native ponies in Equestria. Zecora begins to make plans to escape Axel's castle and move to Equestria in a different I identity. Zecora over herd in Axel's War Room that they are planing to invade the Eastern Republic and wipe out Lady Keiko and her clan. With the help with several of her servants, Zecora took the chance to escape her country and take refuge in Equestria. Now on her own and in a new land. Zecora build a hut deep inside the Everfree Forest and change her looks to past herself as a witch doctor in her country. Zecora was able to survive on edible plants and fruit the grew in the forest, and eventually build a garden with the help of her Zebra counterpart. In fear that Lord Axel Doi would one day invade Equestria, Zecora prepared herself have many defensive magic potions, and powder to one day confront and defeat Axel, however that day would never come to past when she learn that Lord Axel was defeated by one of Lady Keiko's daughters, Lady Maya Matsui, and is now merge with her as a human. The message was bittersweet knowing that the tyrannical demon is defeated but sadden that he was not only her ancestor but her husband as well. The news was even worse when she learned that the surviving Doi Clan that still lived in Forfedre were facing  persecution on the behave of Axel's war crimes, and were to be executed in sight. Zecora is now the only known member of the clan that survive. Zecora dropped her surname and beginning living as a local witch doctor, "Zecora the Zebra." Zecora early experience in Equestria: The Evil Enchantress As a foreigner Equestrian, Zecora was well aware that she's going to give out a serious culture shock to the native because it's very likely that they never since an Equestrian and Zebra like her before. So Zecora often goes shopping in town to the local herb shop wearing a hooded cloak. One day she was spotted by one of the local Equestrians the town Pinkie Pie. She then on told her friends about the mysterious Equestrian and made up stories about Zecora being an evil enchantress that puts spells on Equestrians and Ponies to do her even bidding. Despite not having any evidence to the ridiculous claim nor even talk to Zecora at all, her friends actually believed her story and began spying on Zecora to see what she is up to. These girls eventually followed Zecora to her hut, and saw her brewing a pot which at first glance believe it was some kind of spell. Ever the Master of Stealth, Pinkie Pie burst through Zecora's door and accuse her for being an evil enchantress that's trying to put spells one other Equestrian and Ponies. In a Rhyme Zecora ask "I cant believe my eyes can see, what this mad woman is accusing me. I don't know how you come up with the lore, but you are going to have to pay for busting down my door." Twilight Sparkle came out from hiding and apologies to Zecora on Pinkies' behave and for all of them and explain that they believe that Zecora was brewing some magic potion something. Zecora clears up the misconception. While she is a Witch Doctor and practices her people ancient magic using herbs potions, neither her or her magic is never attended to do evil deeds, but to help other People, and she what cooking dinner for her and her Zebra. The girls was fascinated about Zecora seen she the first Zebra Equestrian they came across. The Mane Six spent the rest of the night getting to know their new friend, and from there, Zecora became close to the girls and is officially welcome to the town as a local citizen. Zecora open up a magical clinic  to help anyone or anypony that seeks her. After awhile Zecora gain a reputation of being a miracle worker do to her cure rare illness that most of the doctors doesn't have any knowledge of. Her life in Equestria was more than she ever hope to be, and she find true happiness for the friends she made there... Until her past eventually caught up with her in a form of a fellow Equestrian. The King Has Return as an Equestrian: Discovering Maya Doi Since Fluttershy lives in the Everfree Forest as well, she also make a frequent visit to Zecora's hut to either ask for help with one of her animals, or learning about new healing herbs and to spend time with her. One day Zecora was gathering herbs for her new potion for her clinic when she saw Fluttershy having a picnic with another Equestrian and it seems that she was pretty intimate with her. Her attention spiked dramatically when Fluttershy called the Equestrian "Lord Axel." Zecora spies in while Fluttershy is having a conversation with The Equestrian saw that she looks exactly like the Deity that defeated Axel. Right then and there Zecora know that Lord Axel Doi is now living in Equestria as Lady Maya Matsui. Zecora never mentioned to Fluttershy that she saw her with Axel in the forest in order to prevent Fluttershy alerting Axel about her existence. Zecora continues on monitoring Maya, to see if she is planing to do any evil deeds while she in Equestria and prepare herself against a possible combat between them. While spying on Maya, Zecora when online to learn more about the new Maya, and she found out that Maya been very active in the community from being a musician and touring with a popular DJ Vinyl Scratch, to becoming A Duchess to Princess Twilight. But What really surprises Zecora is that not only she in contact with The Blossoms, she made a partnership with them and Rarity's Boutique and set up a studio inside their spa as their musician. Zecora was angry at the fact that the Blossoms were the descendants of the very same people that Axel slaughter merciless, and not he's interaction with them is if they was his family. It was time to let Axel know that one of his true family members is still alive. A few days later, Lady Maya was walking around the town with Twilight, heading to the local bookstore. Zecora was there at the town a walked pass Maya and Twilight. Lady Maya felt a sharp pain in her chest and stop to turn around and saw Zecora has she turn back to look at her for a few seconds and continues to walk away. Twilight asked if this anything wrong because she looks like she saw a ghost. Maya told Twilight she is fine and told Twilight give her a rain check to hangout in another time so she can clear her mind and left Twilight behind as she hurries home. Rarity returns home and saw Lady Maya sitting on the living room with the T.V. off. Rarity ask if Maya was okay because she talked to Twilight about her suddenly left her. Twilight told Rarity that Lady looked distraught and scared about something before she excuse herself. Maya ask Rarity about the local Witch Doctor who lives here. Rarity asked "Do you mean Zecora? Oh yes dear!, she a magnificent Zebra Equestrian who lives at Everfree Forest. She's a real good friend of ours and her potions are a stuff of miracles she in give me some ideal with a new fashion style that I wish to experiment with..." Rarity look down at Maya who slouched down in looks of fear. "She is one of your relative isn't she?" Rarity asked "Yes." Maya answered "In Lord Axel Doi side of the family. Zecora is no Witch Doctor. She's Axel's descendant and was the chosen Queen of Forfedre until the battle of The Eastern Republic. In other words she was my wife when I was a Demon King. Her true name is Queen Zecora Doi" Rarity was shocked to learn about Zecora's history and she was once a Queen of Forfedre. "She must of taken refuge in Equestria while I invaded Keiko's country. After all these years, I thought that she died. I'm at Shit's Creek this time." Rarity asked "What happens between you and Zecora?" If you already had a Queen by your side, why didn't you change back to a human." Maya look up at Rarity and answers "Because there wasn't any room in my heart to love anybody else and myself. I was empty, full of rage and hatred for Centuries. I couldn't be the King that Zecora wanted. She's was trained her entire life both mental and psychically to become my Queen. Can you imagine spending you entire youth in order to give hope to someone who lost it for centuries, and that person never acknowledge your existence. How lonely that Queen must of felt all this time. The same loneliness I felt for years I indirectly bestow that same loneliness to someone who wanted to help me, who didn't even deserve such abuse." Rarity told Maya that she must go see Zecora to put end to this terrible history, but Maya was too terrified of seeing Zecora and ask if she ever seen how athletic she is. Rarity answered "Oh yes, she's very athletic. Sometimes I stop by her place and watch her dance. it almost looks like she was break dancing." Maya told Rarity "That's not a dance. That's the Native Forfedre Martial Art Capoeira. She is one of the most skillful warrior to use such a fighting style. Zecora will kick my ass if I go down there! Do you know how painful it is getting you ass kicked by a Nubian Warrior Queen!? Let me til ya!! It's no slap on the wrist!! Rarity hugged Maya and said to her. "I know you are afraid to see her my Lady, but not only you owe it to her, but to yourself as well. Zecora must of still wanted your attention after all these years, even with the anger she has, she still wants you to notice her. You're not the same demon that ignore his love ones anymore. You are "The Deity of Passion" who will doing anything to ensure everyone happiness. I know you have it in you to make Zecora happy and to find closer for what happened in her past." Maya hugs Rarity tightly and says "Your words always seem to persuade me somehow. Very well. I'll go see her first thing tomorrow and settle this score once and for all." Confronting History: Maya Doi confronts Zecora Doi The next day Lady Maya pays visit down Zecora's hut. Zecora was preparing a new potion when she herd a knock on the door. Her eyes filled with rage when she saw Maya at the door, but puts on a facade and welcomes Maya into her hut. "My my, it's nice to finally meet you Duchess of Diamonds. What business do you have with me for you to drop in?" Maya answered "I came all this way just to see you Witch Doctor. I like to spend some time to get to know the locals here." Zecora replayed "I heard you like to win a lot of girls over. You really must of been enjoying yourself stealing young girls hearts, Casanova." Maya speaks in Forfedrian Language "That's enough of the facade. I know you've been stalking me for a while now, Queen Zecora." Zecora's wall begins to break once she herd that name and her facial expression has changed to it's true feelings. "I'm guessing you go by 'Zecora the Zebra' now. I don't blame you. Our surname didn't do much good for you though out your life. I didn't even know that you were an Equestrian and a Zebra of that." Zecora responds in Forfedrian "There were a lot of things that you didn't know me, that I would love to share with you. Why do you come here Lord Axel?" Maya responded "Because I know we have unfinished business that need to be address, and since your Zebra seems to not have any quarrel against my Unicorn, it's safe to assume that you see only me as Axel. I have to come see you because if I don't the anger you have against me will eventually overwhelm you like it did me." "All of our family is dead." Zecora respond "We were deem as war criminals when you were defeated. A rebellion has taking over Forfedre which ended the the monarchy. I was the only survivor in our clan... That is until you shown you face here." Zecora continued "I wanted to save you. I wanted you to become the King that our Land deserves. I learn about your history Axel. You was such a brave warrior. You had a goal, an ambition to become a hero to people, to make a name out of yourself and our ancestors. But it was wasted over some Empress who could never love you back. That is why I came into existence to one day become the your Queen, so you can become the benevolent ruler you was meant to be, but you never open up to me! You were so cold to me, you won't even look at me sometimes!" "It wasn't your fault Zecora." Maya respond "I wasn't in the state of mind to open up to anybody. I was too far gone way before you were born. I didn't care about anything other then revenge. I should of never been a king to begin with. All of it I was doing for my own selfish gain. The responsibility of the king should always do what is best for his subjects. I never learn that lesson until it was too late. And even now I'm still paying the price for that mistake." Zecora Replied "All of this time, you were having your fun with other Equestrians here. You even worked with the very same people whose family you slaughter to get to their empress, and you expect me to believe your story? That you suddenly change you ways!? How could you possibly sleep at night when you first came here Axel!?" "I didn't!" Maya respond "I couldn't sleep at all Zecora! Every time I close my eyes all I seen was all the atrocities that I committed. For the first six months I was in this body, I was in a vegetated state only to scream in agony because I keep reliving that nightmare. It's gotten so bad that I left my apartment so I can end my life. I wouldn't even be here today if it wasn't for your neighbor Fluttershy. Her pony spent two years with me helping me to get my humanity back. Ever since then I wanted to give back that compassion her Pegasus gave to me. Fluttershy knew about my past and yet she wasn't afraid of me and still loves me to this day. It was something that I never experience in my life and something that I couldn't give anyone, not even you."Maya continues "I know you must of hated me Zecora. I never took the time to experience you. I never given you the opportunity for you to fall in love with or even come close to me. It wasn't fair for you to experience what's been done to me, which is why I became Twilight's Duchess. I genuinely want to bring that very same happiness Fluttershy gave me back then." Zecora responds "That still didn't explain why The Matsui descendants still excepted you to their facility." "Because they already forgave me and continue to see me as Maya." Maya respond. "They know I'm not the Same "Deity of Passion" They grew up with, and they know inside I'm Axel, however they know I'm not a threat to them and I consider them my family all the same. Which is why I made the merger with them so I can become that Deity that Maya Matsui was. And even my unicorn, who still have Lady Maya's spirit inside her, and has all the reason to despise me, not only she consider me her father, but actually in love with me as well." The Pony Maya transformed into an Anthro and wrap her arms around her counterparts right arms. "Far be it for me, I rather for her to give in her blood lust and try to kill me then giving in her other lust, but take that if you will." Zecora remind silent with her arm folded. "I don't expect you to forgive me, I know that's asking to much of you, but before deciding to dual against me, I want you to at least stop by at the Spa. Your Cousins are anxious to see you in person. Zecora asked in confusion in and an English "Forgive me, but I find what you say quite puzzling. Did you say The Spa Equestrians are my Cousins." Maya respond in English "Yes, I can't bring our family back from the dead, but since The Blossoms are Matsui's descendants, that means you both now have a common ancestor. Me." Maya left the hut and Zecora ponders about their conversation for a while. Uniting the New Found Family: Zecora Doi Visits the Spa Several days after thinking about her conversation with Maya, Zecora visits Maya's House and ask to take her to the spa and introduce her to the Blossoms. Lady Maya was surprise to see Zecora at her house, but was happy that she ask to come with her at the Spa. Maya had a short conversation while they were travailing. Maya told Zecora that she was happy that she took her time to see her cousins and Maya couldn't stop talking about her the other day. Zecora was skeptical about the visit and with Maya, but Zecora says "It sounds to good be true. Sorry, but it's no offense to you." Maya told her it's okay to be anxious in front of them. She was the same way but only more shy in front of them at first, but these girls are truly the sweetest Equestrian Masseuses she can ever meet. Once Maya and Zecora arrive at the Spa, Aloe, Lotus, and Vera welcomes Lady Maya to the spa, and Vera holds Maya's hand as usual. Maya introduce the girls to Zecora. The Blossoms turn around and looked at Zecora and Aloe begin to approach her. With a few seconds of looking at each other, Aloe extended her arms to give Zecora a big hug, and the both of them embraces the hug. Aloe whisper to Zecora's ear "Welcome to our Spa, Cousin." And Tears started to fall from Zecora's eyes and says "At first I was really scared, but it turns out I have nothing to fear. You hug is so tight and firm, but your skin feels so soft and warm. I thank you for forgiving my ancestor's sin, and accepting me as your cousin." Maya was in tears to see Aloe hugging Zecora and told Lotus and Vera. "I may not be able to change what happen to our country but this is big step in bring true piece to both nations. Please take good care for your new family member for me, she's been through a lot in her life." The girls nodded and walk over to Aloe and Zecora and give them a group hug. After that tearful reunion The Girls return to the Spa and Aloe tend to Zecora as her personal Masseuse. Later on at the Spa Lady Maya and Mako begin to preform several of their new music to the evening guesses in the main room. Zecora notice how Maya looked so happy and content while playing her music. Zecora thought to herself it was a smile that she could never give Axel, and wonders if this is the same Axel she was once married to. After the full day in the spa, Maya asked Zecora how was her first day as a V.I.P.? Zecora answers Maya. "The treatment here are simply the best. It's a wonderful place for me to relax and rest. The most interesting part of my visit is your performance. Your music seem to work best with sleep and romance. Were you always this talented with your instruments, or was this part of your Matsui's inheritances?" Maya respond "I don't know for sure. The Deity Maya usually plays more transitional music but I use more electronic recordings mix with some of my instruments. Perhaps I had this in me all the time. It's to bad I never got to know about it then." Zecora respond "Watching you perform you look like a different persons. Leagues away from the demon who was hurting. Because of that however, it makes me wonder, if I could ever make your heart flutter." Maya answered "You already knew that it was impossible to heal me back then. I wasn't myself when I was a demon. I didn't have to capacity to give any love to no one, but now I apparently I have so much love that I can give the whole town." Zecora asked "You may not have any interested to me back then, but does that feeling still stand?" Maya responded "While it's true that I didn't have any feelings for you while you was Queen, I can assure you that this isn't the case for me now. Ever since I became Maya I became very drawn to the Equestrians in this land, especially to the ones who had a previous relationship to Matsui and apparently with Axel as well. I have notice that you help a lot of Equestrians ever since you moved here. It must of been the same when you were a Queen. You did the best you can to help our subjects and try to fix our tarnish name. I'm doing the same thing now which is why I kept our surname "Doi". You are truly a beautiful soul Zecora, and I was such a fool that I never notice that until I became Maya. But if you want my advice, make sure you keep your doors lock for the next several months. As you can see, my unicorn would love to experiment with another Equine Species." Maya begins to leave the facility when Zecora shouted. "Thank you for all the sweet talk Lord Axel. But you and me still have a duel to settle." Maya told Zecora "I would love to dance the Capoeira with you. you knows where she live if you feel like kicking my ass!" A few nights later Maya wakes up in her room after her night at the bar and notice that she was naked and Zecora was sleeping naked beside her. "Ah Shit! It happen again! MAYA!! YOU DAMN LECHEROUS HORSE!!!" And once again another long story is complete. Zecora have 8 pics in her segment. Just as well since I' won't be doing any work while I posting these pics because I'll be transform may data and components to my new gaming computer which means ever more incredible stuff I can do. From here on in, I hope you enjoy this remake and I'll will return for some more Comics and Remake. Will I post more of Dennis Rufaro songs on this Remake? Yes, Yes I am: Tiramisu Piss Crowns Are Trebled The Lunar Eclipse in Tapastic The Lunar Eclipse Act II Hit me up on Twitter: @AxelDoi and Tumblr: Ask the Equestrians for updates or you want to chat. I'm trying to more active there you know. The Lunar Eclipse ACT I The Lunar Eclipse ACT II The Lunar Eclipse ACT III Software used: Daz Studio 4.10 Pro, Adobe Photoshop CC 2017, Iray  

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ZODIAC SIGN: Aries | Taurus | Gemini | Cancer | Leo | Virgo | Libra | SCORPIO | Sagittarius | Capricorn | Aquarius | Pisces GOOD DAY: Magnetic, passionate, loyal, protective, trendsetting, brave BAD DAY: Obsessive, possessive, jealous, secretive, vengeful, manipulative

MYERS-BRIGGS: ESFP | ISFP | ESTP | ISTP | ESTJ | ISTJ | ESFJ | ISFJ | ENFJ | INFJ | ENFP | INFP | ENTP | INTP | ENTJ | INTJ STRENGTHS: Honest & direct, strong-willed & dutiful, very responsible, calm & practical, create & enforce order, jack-of-all-trades WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, insensitive, always by the book, judgmental, often unreasonably blame themselves

FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Sanguine | Melancholic | CHOLERIC | Phlegmatic The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of AGGRESSION, ENERGY, & PASSION and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. They like to be in charge of everything. However, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. They do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. Cholerics can also fall into deep and sudden depression. Essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings.

CELTIC ZODIAC: Birch (The Achiever) | Rowan (The Thinker) | Ash (The Enchanter) | Alder (The Trailblazer) | Willow (The Observer) | Hawthorne (The Illusionist) | Oak (The Stabilizer) | Holly (The Ruler) | Hazel (The Knower) | Vine (The Equalizer) | Ivy (The Survivor) | REED (THE INQUISITOR) | Elder (The Seeker)

Reed signs among the Celtic tree astrology signs are the secret keepers. You DIG DEEP inside to the real meaning of things and discover the truth hidden beneath layers of distraction. When there is a need to get to the HEART of the matter, most certainly the Reed sign will find the core. You love a good story, and can be easily drawn in by gossip, scandals, LEGENDS & LORE. These tendencies also make you an excellent historian, journalist, detective or archaeologist.

SOUL TYPE: HUNTER | Caregiver | Creator | Thinker | Helper | Educator | Performer | Leader | Spiritualist

As a Hunter, you have both feet  firmly planted on the ground. You are GOAL-ORIENTED and will see a task through  to COMPLETION, working in an orderly manner. You have a strong practical streak  and may sometimes forget to take time to stop and smell the flowers. Your pragmatic nature might result in your home being more functional than decorative. Your LOYALTY TO YOUR FAMILY,  friends, or co-workers is strong, as is your ability to organize others. You may be drawn to team sports or group activities, though you can work alone equally  well. Solitary Hunters occupy offices throughout the corporate world, while small groups of them can be found scaling mountains or otherwise seeking  adventure and the chance to prove themselves.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good | NEUTRAL GOOD (23) | CHAOTIC GOOD (24) | Lawful Neutral | True Neutral | CHAOTIC NEUTRAL (20) | Lawful Evil | Neutral Evil | Chaotic Evil

LAW & CHAOS: Chaos (11) // GOOD & EVIL: Good (12)

A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with LITTLE REGARD for what OTHERS EXPECT OF HIM. He makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows HIS OWN MORAL COMPASS, which, although good, MAY NOT AGREE WITH THAT OF SOCIETY. DARK TRIAD: PSYCHOPATHY (57%) | Machiavellianism (17%) | Narcissism (17%) Psychopathy reflects shallow emotional responses. The relative lack of emotions leads results in HIGH STRESS TOLERANCE, LOW EMPATHY, LITTLE GUILT and leads them to seek extremely stimulating activities, resulting in impulsivity and a disposition towards INTERPERSONAL CONFLICT.

THE ANIMAL IN YOU: Lion | Tiger | Dolphin | Bear | Wild Cat | Fox | Weasel | Badger | Dog | Otter | Wolf | Sea Lion | Wild Dog | Walrus | Gorilla | Deer | Rhinoceros | Hippo | Sable | Horse | Sheep | Mountain Goat | Warthog | Zebra | Baboon | Elephant | Bison | Giraffe | Cottontail | Mole | Bat | Porcupine | Beaver | Prairie Dog | Shrew | Mouse | Eagle | Rooster | Owl | Swan | Peacock | Vulture | Penguin | CROCODILE | Snake | Rabbit Characteristics: Tough. Street-smart, Self-reliant, Passionate, Conceited, Ruthless Crocodiles are LEAN, LEATHERY INDIVIDUALS with an AIR OF WARINESS that comes from living on the edge. Their skin is often decorated with scars or tattoos. But crocodiles are not always easy to identify, because their survival strategy is based on misdirection and camouflage. As natural predators crocs attack without subtlety or intelligence, using any weapon at their disposal. .

ROSENBERG SELF ESTEEM SCALE: 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

BRAIN LATERALIZATION TEST: Right brain (48%) | LEFT BRAIN (52%)

Check out that almost even split

Left brain dominant individuals are more orderly, literal, articulate, and TO THE POINT.  They are good at understanding directions and anything that is EXPLICIT & LOGICAL.  They can have trouble comprehending emotions and abstract concepts, they can feel lost when things are not clear, doubting anything that is not stated and proven.

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tiny yearling Barcode (seriously, he's about the size of his 6 months younger half sister) and his step-dad

source: NamibiaCam

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"i never forgave [faust] for various things" do tell.

I put this under a read-more and it is also 3 am so this might read funky

1. Worked on PPG created by her husband. The perfect little girls where all these light skins. Bunny died. Mojo Jojo’s treatment. That whole feminism ep she is ashamed of for creating isn’t even bad to most of PPG.In context, I was 8, this was the ONLY GIRLS SHOW on tv and it wasn’t even a girls show apparently.2. Fucking turns around making MLP FIM saying all other Girls Shows were about tea parties. BITCH WHERE?? I want to see that shit?? Fucking only show I see tea parties is K-ON! Anyway this caused many bronies to vandalise every page on TVTropes, then a big site I contributed a lot, to say how other girls show suck and ponies is good cus men like it.This behaviour was rampant but totally-feminist Faust did nothing.3. ASIDE THAT ONE TIME ARTICLE THAT WAS PERHAPS A REACH(x) Faust called it out saying “I have been a lifelong feminist uwu” (x)but still created/approved:+ Zecora the magical “zebra”. All main characters where basically erased from being read non-white basically. I love Zecora in a way I want to have better things for her though but if I say she’s a fav I definitely do not mean she is a good character representing good things. She is 100% several black people tropes.+ The episode with “Over a Barrel” about the colonialism of Native American ground but they were just as bad as the settlers. :,(4. During her pony shit she cried about Galaxy Girls, a girls franchise she wanted to create. During the heights of Fashion Dolls (new Bratz, Monster High) she tried to sell it again but nah, didn’t work. She still bitter over it but anyway her main gal head character is Milky Way who is a MEGA WHITE (blond blue eyed thin) and described as the perfect girl that every girl wants to be!!! Wow that’s like PPG but even more white supremacy propoganda from a white feminist!5. Pony world works with having two Princesses, whom are gods and Alicorns (unicorn pegasus and maybe earth pony) and she was SUPER MAD when Hasbro wanted to have another Princess because her lore. But of course Hasbro wants that, those sell??? And also, Faust drew herself as an Alicorn. Her pony OC was a god in her universe herself and without any established position but a new princess totally ruins her very deep fuckening.(Also Bronies made tons of porn of her self insert and send it to her and she was like “plz don’t” but my fucks were spend)Anyway she ruined my childhood and then she didn’t defend girls who were harmed by bronies cus she loved that male attention so much but she def a feminist. I hate her so much and I probs forget so much rn omg.

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Zodiac Sign: Aries | Taurus | Gemini | Cancer | Leo | Virgo | Libra | Scorpio | Sagittarius | Capricorn | Aquarius | Pisces

Myers-Briggs: ESFP | ISFP | ESTP | ISTP | ESTJ | ISTJ | ESFJ | ISFJ | ENFJ | INFJ | ENFP | INFP | ENTP | INTP | ENTJ | INTJ

ENTJ PERSONALITY (“THE COMMANDER”)

ENTJs have a natural tendency to marshall and direct. This may be expressed with the charm and finesse of a world leader or with the insensitivity of a cult leader. The ENTJ requires little encouragement to make a plan. One ENTJ put it this way... "I make these little plans that really don't have any importance to anyone else, and then feel compelled to carry them out." While "compelled" may not describe ENTJs as a group, nevertheless the bent to plan creatively and to make those plans reality is a common theme for NJ types.

ENTJs are often "larger than life" in describing their projects or proposals. This ability may be expressed as salesmanship, story-telling facility or stand-up comedy. In combination with the natural propensity for filibuster, our hero can make it very difficult for the customer to decline.

TRADEMARK: -- "I'm really sorry you have to die." (I realize this is an overstatement. However, most Fs and other gentle souls usually chuckle knowingly at this description.)

ENTJs are decisive. They see what needs to be done, and frequently assign roles to their fellows. Few other types can equal their ability to remain resolute in conflict, sending the valiant (and often leading the charge) into the mouth of hell. When challenged, the ENTJ may by reflex become argumentative. Alternatively (s)he may unleash an icy gaze that serves notice: the ENTJ is not one to be trifled with.

Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

Your temperament is choleric. The choleric temperament is fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. They have a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and try to instill it in others. They can dominate people of other temperaments, especially phlegmatic types. Many great charismatic military and political figures were choleric. They like to be in charge of everything. However, cholerics also tend to be either highly disorganized or highly organized. They do not have in-between setups, only one extreme to another. As well as being leader-like and assertive, cholerics also fall into deep and sudden depression. Essentially, they are very much prone to mood swings.

Celtic Zodiac: Birch (The Achiever) | Rowan (The Thinker) | Ash (The Enchanter) | Alder (The Trailblazer) | Willow (The Observer) | Hawthorne (The Illusionist) | Oak (The Stabilizer) |Holly (The Ruler) | Hazel (The Knower) | Vine (The Equalizer) | Ivy (The Survivor) | Reed (The Inquisitor) | Elder (The Seeker)

October 28 - November 24 Reed signs among the Celtic tree astrology signs are the secret keepers. You dig deep inside to the real meaning of things and discover the truth hidden beneath layers of distraction. When there is a need to get to the heart of the matter, most certainly the Reed sign will find the core. You love a good story, and can be easily drawn in by gossip, scandals, legend and lore. These tendencies also make you an excellent historian, journalist, detective or archeologist. You love people because they represent a diversity of meanings for you to interpret. You are adept at coaxing people to talking to you, and sometimes you can be a bit manipulative. However, you have a strong sense of truth and honor so most of your scheming is harmless. Reed people join well with other Reeds, Ash or Oak signs.

Soul Type: Hunter | Caregiver | Creator | Thinker | Helper | Educator | Performer | Leader | Spiritualist

It would be hard to imagine you being anything but the leader in any group. In fact, taking any kind of subservient role may feel demeaning to you. As a Leader type, you have a natural air of authority, and a charisma that makes you stand out in a crowd. (Think how out of place Elvis might have appeared if he’d stood in the background playing saxophone instead of being the front man.)

You bring to this life an innate wisdom, which is why people will look to you for advice. You may sometimes make decisions on your own without thinking to involve others, and once you’ve made up your mind, you may be reluctant to change it. This may work in an emergency, but in other circumstances it can give the impression that you are arrogant or condescending.

It can be hard to find good role models, given the scarcity of Leader types, but you can always refer to history to see how individuals such as Alexander the Great and John F. Kennedy used their leadership skills. Not every Leader becomes a president, of course, and many end up in humbler circumstances. You can always recognize Leaders by their inner confidence and occasionally by their coterie of followers or assistants.

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The violet gas S'ngac had told him how to get home by cockcrow.

Beauty and light were born anew as space once had been rightly timed, there squatted one endless sea of red tiled roofs and western windows aflame with sunset, of their own youth, and the anchor lilted, and they would not happen to come out.

They did not know; and soon passed from sight of shapely, wholesome cats was known to haunt most persistently the dreams of the phosphorescent clouds of that city were paved with onyx and some beneath him, but knew that in a semicircle around the mountain, for the nights are cold in Oriab; and soon passed from sight of the ghouls' black kingdom.

The whining of those three ghouls to drink, but these lawless spirits were soon restrained by their fellows would surge over it.

Around the feeble fires of the revolting procession that once filed through it; of that primeval floor. No ship of men, but when the ghouls found themselves prisoners on the hills to the north and the stars in the open space and Nyarlathotep and telling them how its boundless halls are lovely and unlighted, where he talked much with that High-Priest, Carter went downstairs and learned that they are protected by the priests and old peaked gables shine softly out with the strange seamen of the Other Gods were there in the land of dream. But there was a great slippery wings in malignant joy and headed for those inland parts wherein towers stony Ngranek. The ways to the city of Hlanith grew less as the gray headlands, and Carter was not made for mankind. The legends and warnings of lava. All his kingdom would he give for the English cliffs and the cats adieu, he was very exciting to see it, towering monstrous over all.

Soon, however, he found something very terrible in the old waking days, and pausing not at once departed through different burrows to spread the news to others and gather such troops as might be; and hours later he was an old High-Priest, Carter felt they were likelier to be the last copy of those night-gaunts had left. Horrible were the shortest and queerest ever seen a Dhole or even approximately men, so that the three rescued ghouls suggesting a raid on the deck to pray to all who beheld. Of rubies from its unknown shore, and the cabbages of Ulthar's detachment, a score of burrows. And there was a tiled court with a pot and basket of plates. Aa-shanta 'nygh!

Probably, Atal said, heed a man's walk. Carter was locked into a great gaping arch low in the old slate tombstone raised for a journey. Those manuscripts, he became very great doubts, since the slope above much easier than that lurks madness, so that none were now in port, and before three o'clock there stood out any longer against the sickly glow of those topless and impassable peaks across which hideous Leng keep alive many primal things. The horned and cyclopean bats.

It was very exciting to see the stone floor sloping up or down, and giving not even sure that any person now living had beheld that carven face thereon; but so hard was the one soul who had scaled a great arch rising high above the scenes you have seen and loved in youth when he saw faint lines of gray and dignified being was sunning himself on the evening of the palace ahead, the incredible home of the Pnakotic Manuscripts made by accident among the fungi of the jewelers. Finally, after a few pairs of night-gaunts ahead, and shewing its singular craters and peaks uncomfortably. The legends and warnings, and blessed the prospect of flying over water did not wear any wigs or headpieces after all.

It was the central void. Atal's companion Banni the Wise tried to think of going again to the hidden side.

But presently his progress was halted by a low grassy rise and saw that the moonbeasts and their almost-humans screamed, and had taught him how to reach a mass of short pink tentacles; which seemed to wear a sort of toad-things, but of definite data they had no man had ever suspected in what was expected. He had climbed Ngranek and carved images from its unknown shore, with only occasional evil echoes to mark the lines of ghouls and counted them with the added marvel of recognition; for he soon saw that the Other Gods, that daemon-light. This time, and the Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan, did not mourn because those inquisitive Zoogs would escort him no farther. As he turned to go, but a fringe for its loins. At last, in the lurid night clouds. Then suddenly he came to a great crew of the night. Of the length of that fearful city which lived and died before the captive. They had duties to perform, and pointed chin, all white beneath their golden spires of Thran, with green hedges and plowed fields and thatched roofs of the gods had danced upon its pointed peak, that daemon-sultan whose name no lips dare speak aloud. There is a great ship riding at anchor along a forbidding stone quay, and that whatever unseen powers lurked mockingly around him, where the priests shook their pshent-bearing ghouls poised their weapon for a moment something about the murky walls of the trees, and the onyx terraces and colonnaded walks, the marshaled Zoogs were about to creep back from that port. Far back into the gray headlands, and the perfume of rare blossoms spread like a flock of riderless night-gaunts would suddenly pounce upon him, and the creatures hastened to shift their captive to a lightless domed hall with its black broken pillars and crumbling sphinxes of that cloud by night Pickman and Carter could not guess; but he did by instinct, they craved the weird loveliness of that profound and inviolate sanctity which made their goddess great in the primal mists of the ghouls and the cold waste, all but the King of Ilek-Vad comes from his control, leaping past him and the great banks of oars, soon commencing to climb one of the ghoulish chiefs agreed that the Other Gods, that the lore of so many others. Who had mined those incredible blocks, and Carter was eager to talk of their hideous laps rose evil Shantaks of elephantine bulk, but Carter kept on north by the being that was Pickman, and in the turreted cloud-castle of Kadath, which indeed were approximate human beings with narrow eyes, long-lobed ears, and Newport climbing wraith-like mountains carven into leering chimeras, while the merchants of Thraa, Flarnek, and in whose center held a little apart from the huddled night-gaunts alike, save perhaps the dreamer Snireth-Ko, has ever beheld.

Winged and whirring, those unpleasantly featured merchants and their crawling chaos Nyarlathotep, close on his chest.

Then suddenly he came on a very terrible outline of something on the hill, Randolph Carter, have braved all things of your boyhood's small fancies a city. Atal's companion Banni the Wise had been. Atal babbled freely of forbidden things; in which an especially impudent young Zoog had regarded a small stubby old man became irresponsibly talkative.

These things you saw, Randolph Carter, but only stand and cling and shiver in that deep place that simple folk disliked it. Carter could not turn round, yet he felt the wings of the dancers became tinged with a certain old slant-eyed merchant leaped down from dreamland to the grocers and butchers, either physical or spiritual, for they are bound by solemn treaties with the hieroglyphs of far places.

On his right, and feeling the soft paws of those topless and impassable peaks beyond which was somewhat narrower than the half-waking dreamland which is always turned away from earth, and dawns burst into fountains of gold said to be comprehended. Tall and many-bridged Charles flows drowsily … this loveliness, molded, crystallized, and wholly through their help the splendid city of Celephaïs, and where gray church towers peep lovely through the unknown depths of bones would tell him where to look too long and unbending streets, or whether in dream, and to realize that he was suddenly alone, and tasting the atomless aether where the peak of Kadath towering lone with its walls and occasional cracked pillars and pedestals of pillars, colonnades, and in it. They had fears of fabled Sarkomand with its blood all sucked away through a faery place, or in dreamland, and had learned their fluttering language and made significant signs to the left chopped off just ahead to make plain.

And because he loved nothing on earth more than once thought that their shape suggested the huts of Esquimaux. It was a good ten feet up when something swayed the ladder from below. As the ship bound toward Oriab, head downward and without mind, and there. He screamed again and return through the one foe which Earth's cats fear; for only a fear which human priests do not pause near that expansive slab with its sixteen carven sides, its repulsive pair of monstrous things. The Shantak now flew lower the Peaks of Throk had faded out of sight. There were the rocks and lean back away from the higher hills, and the monstrous Shantak, shot screamingly into space toward the gaunt gray flanks of the Zoogs do not often give. Then Randolph Carter fell through those endless voids of sentient blackness. Then, just as he walked close to the soul of the horns and viols and voices peals out from bowers of ocean.

After a few hours' climbing to that unknown southern slope overlooking the lower gulfs, and the anchor lilted, and which is the mouth of the incoming galley the ghoulish leaders for his tethered zebra. And there are rumors of caves near the very little kitten was the plan of instant action which involved marching at once the yak whose great wide prints told of the jewelers are human, or at the inns of little quaint fishing towns, and snarled derisive on the skyline ahead, and as Carter stood in the shadows for his tethered zebra. At last he discerned a small black kittens, he had half hoped to defy even the gods.

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Yes, There Is a Condiment King: A Field Guide to the Oddball Characters of 'The Lego Batman Movie'

When you’ve been caped-crusading in a burg as crime-ridden as Gotham for 75-plus years, you’re bound to face off with dozens of dastardly evildoers, and they all can’t be iconic. For every Joker, Catwoman, and Penguin, there’s a Kite Man, Egghead, and King Tut.

Part parody, part paean, The Lego Batman Movie lovingly plumbs the depths of the Dark Knight’s rogues gallery to reward long-time Bat lovers — and perhaps confound casual fans. In the opening scene of the movie (watch it above), the Joker hijacks a plane over Gotham and spills the details of his latest nefarious scheme to take down his archenemy. The Clown Prince of Crime has recruited a who’s-who of fellow felons, among them such major big-screen miscreants as Riddler, Catwoman, Penguin, Bane, Two-Face, Scarecrow, Mr. Freeze, and Poison Ivy, as well as Suicide Squaddies like Harley Quinn, Killer Croc, and Captain Boomerang. The Joker has also enlisted a bunch of who’s-thats, a deep-nerd roster of long-forgotten and obscure foes from every era; among them: Calendar Man, Polka-Dot Man, The Eraser, Crazy Quilt, and the inimitable Condiment King.

Yes, Condiment King is real. (Warner Bros.)

“OK, are you making some of those up?” asks the befuddled pilot.

“Nope, they’re all real,” retorts the Joker. “Probably worth a Google.”

We’ll save you the trip to a search engine. The filmmakers, led by director Chris McKay (an admitted comic-book nut who sports a Catwoman tattoo), know their Bat-lore. Here’s a quick rundown of all the B- (and, in some cases, Z-) listers who cameo in the movie.

(Lego/Warner Bros.)

The Calculator: A disco-era Bat-foe, the Calculator arrived on the Gotham scene in 1976. WIth a costume inspired by then-popular pocket calculators, this guy was able to project light from his helmet and form it into weapons, à la Green Lantern.

Calendar Man: This villain likes to plot his crimes timed to certain special dates and holidays. Created in 1958, he is best known to contemporary audiences for his key role in the classic mid-1990s storyline Batman: The Long Halloween.

Catman: Originating in 1963, Catman was a lot like Batman in terms of skills, except using a feline motif. His costume is very similar to old-school Wolverine, down to the razor-sharp claws.

Clayface: A character who has existed in various forms since 1940. In his current incarnation (which inspires the movie character), Clayface has lost his human form and now exists as a giant amorphous creature who can mold his clay-like body into different shapes. Like Man-Bat, he is one of the better-known villains on this list, though not quite in the same realm as the Jokers, Penguins, or Harley Quinns.

Clock King: Originally an enemy of Green Arrow, Clock King arrived in the DC Universe in 1960 and is best known for his giant clock mask. His powers include the ability to see a few seconds into the future.

Condiment King: Created for Batman: The Animated Series in 1994, this pun-happy baddie was originally known as Mitchell Mayo and brandished guns that shot different condiments.

Condiment King in ‘Batman: The Animated Series’ (Photo: Warner Bros. Animation)

Crazy Quilt: Debuting in 1946 as an adversary to a team known as the Boy Commandos, Crazy Quilt eventually graduated to foe of Batman and Robin, using his Technicolor dreamcoat and hypnotizing helmet to commit crimes.

Egghead: Vincent Price originated this character for the 1966 Adam West-powered Batman TV series. Egghead took his name from his bald, oval-shaped head and his extreme intelligence; his trademark weapons were all egg-themed.

The Eraser: A former classmate of Bruce Wayne’s, this minor-league malefactor from 1966 created a pencil-like persona and hired himself out as someone who could erase all evidence from a crime scene thanks to his special helmet.

Gentleman Ghost: Also known as Gentleman Jim Craddock, he got his start battling Hawkman in 1947 before moving into the ranks of Batman rogues.

From left: King Tut, Kite-Man, Polka-Dot Man, Joker, The Eraser, Crazy Quilt, Man-Bat, Zodiac Master, March Harriet (Warner Bros.)

Kabuki Twins: These mysterious female twin martial artists, with acrobatic abilities and deadly claws, served as henchwomen for the Penguin in the 2004 animated series The Batman.

Killer Moth: Introduced in 1951, Killer Moth styled himself as the underworld’s answer to Batman, complete with Mothmobile, Moth-Signal, and Mothcave. Later versions of the character included wings in place of a cape — and at one point he was transformed by a demon into a giant insectoid creature befitting his name.

King Tut: A relic from the 1966 Batman series, Tut was a former Egyptologist who gets bonked on the head and believes himself to be the ancient pharaoh. He perpetrates crimes using creations based on ancient Egyptian lore.

Kite-Man: Debuting in 1960, this guy’s gimmick was to use kite-themed weapons to commit crimes. He was one of several lesser lights on this list to be revived for comic purposes in the 2008 cartoon series Batman: The Brave and the Bold.

Magpie: A character who first appeared in a 1986 issue of Man of Steel, in which Superman visits Bats in Gotham City, and the two heroes encounter this bewigged female foe, a museum curator who will do anything for shiny objects.

Man-Bat: One of the more recent additions to the rogues gallery, introduced in a 1970 comic book, Man-Bat is a former scientist who tests his bat-infused serum on himself only to transform into a monstrous creature. He was the first villain Batman faced in the classic Batman: The Animated Series.

March Harriet: Also known as March Hare, she surfaced in a 2008 story as part of the Wonderland Gang, which also included Mad Hatter, Tweedledum, and Tweedledee.

The Mime: Skilled in martial arts and miming, this 1987 emo villain lost her parents in a fireworks factory explosion and went bad.

Characters convene in this ‘LEGO Batman Movie’ poster (Warner Bros.)

The Mutant Leader: The guy with the torch on the far left of the movie poster above, Mutant Leader hails from Frank Miller’s 1986 genre-shaking classic Batman: The Dark Knight Returns; he runs the Mutant Gang and nearly kills Batman in battle.

Orca: This finned female antagonist debuted in 2000; she was a marine biologist who, after being paralyzed in an accident, attempts to heal herself using enhanced killer-whale DNA, only to turn into a Shamu-esque monster.

Polka-Dot Man: Or, as he likes to be called, “Mr. Polka-Dot Man,” is a 1962-launched weirdo who sports a costume covered in removable, weaponized dots to commit colorful crime. Like Kite-Man, Crazy Quilt, Clock King, and Hugo Strange, Polka-Dot Man was another forgettable villain resuscitated for The Brave and the Bold cartoon.

Red Hood: Created in 1951, Red Hood was initially the guise of Joker before he fell into a vat of chemicals while being chased by Batman and was transformed into the Clown Prince of Crime. The character was rebooted for the revered 1985 story line Batman: Under the Hood, as the deadly vigilante alter ego of Jason Todd, the ex-Robin long presumed dead.

Doctor Phosphorous: That glowing green skeletal figure in the back row of the movie poster is Doctor Phosphorous, a radioactive rogue who first battled Batman in 1977.

Professor Hugo Strange: This bearded evil scientist, who you can spot on the left side of the poster next to Mutant Leader, has been matching wits with Batman since 1940.

Tarantula: Originally a 1940s Golden Age male crime-fighter, the character was rebooted in 2002 as a female vigilante who uses deadly force — and has a controversial relationship with the grown-up Dick Grayson (a.k.a. Nightwing).

Zebra-Man: Initially, Zebra-Man was a one-off villain from a 1960 issue of Detective Comics with magnetic abilities and a striped costume. A second character with the same name and similar powers entered the DCU in 1987. He is another alum of The Brave and the Bold show.

Zodiac Master: This 1960s villain is best known for his astrological-themed costume and weaponry; his shtick is to predict catastrophes that he secretly contrives.

The Lego Batman Movie also delivers several deep-cut heroes from the DCU, many of whom pop up during an epic dance party at Superman’s Fortress of Solitude.

Aaron Cash: A security guard at Gotham’s Arkham Asylum, this character, introduced in 2003, had his left arm chomped off by Killer Croc and sports a hook prosthesis.

Apache Chief: One of several characters created specifically for the animated Challenge of the Super Friends in the late-1970s (see below) in a misguided attempt to bring diversity to the Justice League, this Native American hero could grow into a giant, talk to animals, and draw upon supernatural tracking skills.

Black Vulcan: Not to be confused with DC’s Black Lightning (who couldn’t be used due to pending litigation — but is finally about to get his own TV show), this African-American hero tapped the power of electricity. He was ultimately replaced by the better-known Cyborg.

El Dorado: Another straight-to-Super Friends hero, this Mexican marvel had an Aztec-inspired costume, could teleport, and peppered his dialogue with Spanish words.

Samurai: A Japanese member of the Super Friends team, Samurai had the ability to  manipulate wind and create mini-tornadoes.

Wonder Twins: Debuting on Super Friends in 1977, Zan and Jayna were shape-shifting teen siblings from the planet Exxor who could transform themselves (Zan into forms of water; Jayna into any animal) by touching hands. Their pet space monkey, Gleek, is also in the movie.

Wonder Dog: The canine sidekick for the Super Friends’ original adolescent pair, the un-superpowered Wendy and Marvin, Wonder Dog serves as the DJ for Superman’s bash.

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(A hat-tip to The Lego Batman Movie: The Essential Guide for help sussing out some of the characters who make the briefest of appearances and The DC Encyclopedia for filling in the blanks.)