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Um, hope you're all having happy holidays! Remembered to change my persona back to the gift made and given to me by a certain lovely friend of @ShadOBabe!
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Mullet.
That's what that is! And you're totally rockin' that mullet, dude!
...Oh? It's a holiday, too? Then hope it's good for you too!
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Mullet
@ExplosionMare did the haircut this time.
Though my real hair is actually a mullet (hair is reaching the shoulders, oh no!), especially since I can't get anywhere during the Covid threat.
Merry Christmas
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Thanks for the follow, buddy!
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...but what if it exploded? ..Like, IF & WHEN, In eventuality of that ocurring... Would we profit off it exploding?
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That moment when you give your friends Gender Non-Normative Gifts because you forgot to label your presents after gift wrapping them.
"Why yes, I did give you, a dude, a porcelain antique doll because I wished to broaden your horizons with a unique gift to be valued by all! All according to plan!"
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So for christmas this year, my sister got me a MLP dining set. Chopsticks, tray and plate!
I kind of feel bad about rubbing fresh cut steak all over the smiling faces of the Main Six ponies. Yes, literally. It had to be done.
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It's time once again for my tradition of addressing the background forums theme.
And reminding Gummy.... That you're cold-blooded, ya little silly! That's not healthy for you to be buried in snow like that!!! Somebeing bring the lil' scaley baby in and warm him with cuddles!
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Oh it's Frosty, the Sentient Crystalline Water-Vapor Construct!
There must have been some eldritch craft up in that artifact he donned, for when he put it on his head, it begat inexplicable prowess of motility!
Oh he came to life one day, and the children know his reign for no one questions how that came to be!
Oh it's Frosty, the Sentient Crystalline Water-Vapor Construct!
He led them through the streets of Rome, strait to a practitioner of local law. He only stopped a moment when... he unhinged his jaw to swallow him whole!
Oh it's Frosty, the Sentient Crystalline Water-Vapor Construct!
...Oh why does no one question this? It begins to get too dark when you think on it toooo muuuch~
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Yesterday, I poked several ducks.
Sure, there was the Botanical Gardens Lightshow going about, but it pleased me such to find such amicable waterfowl. You know how rare a duck calm enough to let you pet it is?
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I love Dice.
Pro Collector's Tip: Don't put all your dice in one collector's sack and then proceed to test it by swinging it into your face.
It hurts.
So much.
Dice hurts, How unreal!
...You mean to imply that we originally thought that, just because we love something that makes it incapable of causing harm when launched at speed?
Yes, indeed.
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So I have a Fourth Draconequus OC now.
As you well know there's: Widdershins, Spirit of Confusion.
Ukase, Spirit of Order
and Od, Spirit of Insanity.
... and this little girl is about two feet, floaty, usually coiled around some neat item she's found to clutch in her tiny paws, halfway between a cat and a fox a regular fluffy mascot like you'd see after some Magical Girl with huge eyes.
Decopage, Spirit of Sass!
She's got the trope of street-tough Jive Talk, despite being a squeaky toy.
"Meybe if yah used dait quawter brain fer somethin' then ya wouldn't need ya tail saved by a cotton swab like me, Chowderhead!"
"Ya gonna toss a punch, Kid, ya betta aim ta kill!" -
A pair of tiny draconequuses troop into sight before you, pulling behind a large, red, toy wagon. As they squeakily heave into sight upon dinky wheels they stop before you with much aplomb. Seated upon the barrow is a ornate seat. A throne golden with luxurious red, royal satin and upon it Widdershins posing in obvious dramaticness, claw tapping at one golden armrest and holding a fine glass in his tentacle. Before you, he scoffs and tosses the glass at you and says with much Dramatic.
*crash!*
What is a secret?!!?
But a manly pile of misery?!
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Can you get Down from a Duck?
Pretty easily, I suppose. Most waterfowl tend to not like giving rides. Much beak damage done to those who attempt it.
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@Catpone Cerberus The elements and the magical forces have each their own distinctive hallmarks and traits. Those who look into magically bending the powers of nature often find that Earth doesn't take too readily in responding to change or the will of a caster with its distinctive stubborn reluctance. Truly, Earth is the most Tsundere of the Elements. The grinding of the pivoting boulder Cerberus stood upon was a quiet, almost imperceptible groan like the snoring of the person in the next apartment over; a thing that would likely go without notice to anybeing without acute feline hearing. Then it stopped suddenly. Then even fainter, the sound of cracking, like sand crunchign underfoot. A heartbeat after that the ground would give away under Cerberus's paws... only to stop again as he jolted back to easily land on his feet not over two feet lower than where he was before. Then the crunching began again. ...and it gave away again, jolting Cerberus another two feet lower. This started to repeat, with increasing frequency. Due to his squirming, the boulder was now crushing the mountain underneath it like an accordion, lurch by lunge. Like some sort of mallet at a wrong-side nail, with increasing speed, this would result in the boulder pounding its way into the ground so fast that it not only decimated the thin spire mountain that had been there prior, but embedding the boulder so far into the ground at the base of the steep mesa canyon as to rise only a few inches above the ground where Cerberus could easily step off the smooth platform, were it not for the now choking thick cloud of red, pulverized-mountain dust. This COMPLETELY NATURAL and not at all facetious, exaggerated phenomenon had essentially turned a mountain into a natural elevator. Surely, the only outcome of top heavy mountains. This, of course, meant that Cerberus can now lay claim that he had at least once single-hoofidly destroyed a mountain. Looking down now from what was maybe half a mile up on the canyon walls through what it could only assume Cerberus stood amongst the pillar of red dust, the still nameless sprite yelled down in a way that it didn't fully expect to be answered for. NOW what am I going to do with you? ...how am I supposed to follow him now?
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Fortunately enough, one could say Clod Hopper was immune to being confused. He didn't much plan his days or goals further out than what he was told to do by whoever was higher in authority. There were perks to being simple. You learned quick that the simplest answer was the best and likely kept you alive sooner. You didn't question how lightning struck, you just made darn certain you weren't were it was happening. If your barn caught fire, then you run and go get that handy bucket of water and if you didn't, well you were down one barn. It didn't pay no mind to keep fussing about what was normal around the parts you found yourself in, especially not in a typically magic-inclined realm Equestria happened to be. Trouble happens, then who's involved in it will sort it out. Your neighbor gets his crops attacked by wildlife, then that's his problem. If its too big a problem, it'll come get you too and then you can both deal with it together then. Life was simple when you lived way out in the country. Now talking to mares or anypony else, that was confusing. The fact he was on lockdown (uncomfortable throat-clearing of authorial awkwardness) within the quarry walls left the workhorse nonplussed. That was where he was supposed to be after all. If he did manage to figure anything out milling in a murmuring mob; not much good his knowin' stuff was gonna help. If somepony was hurt, he wasn't the pony to help. Unless somepony suddenly needed a wagon pulled or something kicked, sure; but not much help he would be in a fuss & bother. Besides, he already had a job to do. A horse hafta help. After a long, silent glance at the scene of things, filled with a slow waterfall of thoughts uninterrupted by the puttering of those trotting pass to gawk, Hopper would resume his course up the path to the mansion. Once he got there he would intend to knock on the front door to present his... well, present. Hay, maybe when he did get there, whoever poked their head out might be a more capable pony to know how to address the problem of some messy noise.
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@Sekel Kaltrop turned his long head bashfully to one side and spent a notable tick contemplating the mare's question. "...I don't know friendship. Or however things work with You Ponies, but I do know how it tends to be with dragons. So long as we're not mauling each other regularly, then we can live together well enough. I..." The drakeling rubbed his neck as he spoke. "...do want to live with you. Around you. So long as you're not always picking fights with me. ... You know, in that way. You're alot like a dragon. You are quite Hot." .++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++. @Catpone Cerberus Cerberus's spritely companion had not followed his jump. The little ball of light, whatever the creature may have been, stood at the edge of the cliffside nearest the bolder he stood on in roughly the direction he had leaped from. Any scientist could tell you that most things in nature didn't take sudden, unstable turns like a mountain collapsing on you. Nature was a slow process most couldn't see happening. Most adventurers would tell you that, however rare the ground collapsing under you might be, it always seemed to happen around you at the worst times. As the rock he was on tilted away as slow as a car pulling away, slowly but steadily the corner facing the bluff side he had come from and only other place to run to grew further away as that side tilted upward. Encouragingly, his light little friend shouted back to him. Jump! Jump, you fool!
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My apologies to all those who've been waiting for my responses back to things, or requiring my presence around here. Have had... issues dealing with life & responsibilities lately. As means of recompense and excuse, I offer up this pokemon as explanation:
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It saddens me, that I have cockroaches in my car.
However, it gladdens me that I can refer to them as Car-Kroaches.
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Just gave it a good once-over and shakeout!! With a piddly weak vacuum with no head. I work with what I got!
I lifted a seat I had folded down and found this three-foot roach that give me the puppydogeyes. Felt bad shooing them out of their home, but I have to take care of my Baby Blue, I've dishonered her by letting her get dirty with disuse!
...I mention my car is transcendentally, bigger on the inside? Most things a draconequus owns are.
She might still be a bit kroached but hey, ought to have scared the buggos out for now!
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Well, I would recommend against eating other ponies, dear. That tends to be illegal as that often results in death. Not always, but frequently enough. I suppose she could be called sweet, but we can't prove that until we all take turns licking the mare, yes? Softness, perhaps. But I daresay that's another theory we would have to test by stabbing her lengthwise and suspending her over a campfire to see if she melts. I'll go sharpen a log; you start building the bonfire!! I'm quite certain that i'm going to be the Master of this thread.
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Okay, you have me Leon.
See, the previous Chairman of the Pokemon battle stuff league, the whole of the Galarian Economy, Culture and pretty much undethroneable Ruler of Galar, Rose lost his position in heading the pokeymans sport there. Mostly because he turned into a frothing mad homicidal lunatic.
And Leon, blundering chump that he is, stepped up after him. He was there when Rose went on about how this nation needed more Ultimate Power! and how everything we care about now will wither and die if we don't keep pouring everything we got into it. That he believed one should sacrifice everything, no matter the cost, to keep what you have going. That work was all that mattered.
Leon's solution... was to keep doing what you got. Have your pokemon battles, spread the joy of what you can do and find happiness with what you currently got. I-instead of having to keep sacrificing and taking risks to p-prove that you can do what everyone else can... it's okay to spend your energy on what you can. Not constant improvement or... or...
... I've... just had a lot of feelings of inadequacy lately. I'm not crying.... just eye-sweating...
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So, pokemon had two content expansions. A seperate little area for each, self-contained. Each their own boss Legendary pokeyman. First was Bearman Punchgood. Second, but clearly superior was Tinyman Bigbrain. I think you would approve.
That’s a battlecry i’m working on: “I Read.”
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I Muking love this man.
He's such an bunkus Chowderhead with a face full of sleet! I'm pretty sure that's not a buzzcut hairstyle... that's the steel plating on his Thick Skull! I love Cheif Peony. You can practically watch this man's internal steam engine running as he waits for things. Like people to stop talking so he can go glomp something.
He's such an over-reactive, hyperactive, Thrashing, Ultra-Maroon of a Goon!!
*The second you get off the train, you hear someone yelling at you. You turn around and its Peony doing an energetic squat and straight-arm pointing at you.*
"Hey! You! Whatever your face is!! I heard there's some Magic Dude with a Fat Head here!"
"...I don't know who y-"
"I'm gonna PUNCH IT! And you're gonna help me!!"
"Please no. I'm assuming you mean a pokemon and most would likely just take your mind and-"
"Then what else am I supposed to do with a Legendary pokemon boss?" *intense brow furrowing* "...Lick it?"
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Just bought a Bang brand Rainbow Unicorn energy drink! I had to.
I'll let you all know how it tastes!
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I did me that epiphany.
Was laying in bed last night thinking of my Kirin persona and it occured to me... he's just Silverstream. And by proxy, I'M SILVERSTREAM!!!
I DO find myself frequently baffled & amazed by stairs!!
Maybe it's a good thing that your character can be one-for-one for a show cannon character. As many as there are, it's got to be good sign.
I need more Silverstream pics to be okay with being a Silverstream. I mean, she's pink, so points there!!!
Speaking of ducks... 
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