This one goes out to all the horse girls out there, especially the horse girls with us right now 🐴🐴

shout out to you

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My collection of vintage centaurs is galloping along.

I think I need a part 2 of the baby creatures because its absolutely ADORABLE!! What about driders, centaurs, orcs, and merfolk?

Thinking about monster babies is so soothing ^_^

The first one is here

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Merfolk are born with little tails that take time to gain the strength needed to get them around, so their parents mostly carry them as infants. They are born with an extra fat layer, making them extra chubby, but also to keep them warm in the deep ocean. When they are old enough to swim on their own, most baby merfolk prefer to swim around in a school so they can play and for safety. They have an inherent understanding of the vastness of the ocean and prefer to play near their parents. While they are young, their parents prefer to keep them away from the shallows as there is danger of being spotted by a human or reef shark. Instead, they prefer to keep them in caves, floating kelp, or high sea grass where they can hide easily.

Centaur babies, like humans, take time to develop. Though their bodies are capable of carrying weight when they are born, their brains aren't developed enough to put two and two together, so they are carried for the first six months of their lives. For the first few months, they tend to stay in the fetal position, snuggling in nests or on their parent's back, until their vision and core strength develop. However, once they are on their four feet, they are tiny menaces. They have all the energy and good sense (none) of a toddler but with four strong legs to carry them where they want to go. It's the job of the entire herd to keep them out of trouble. They are easily startled and will retreat to a nearby adult if scared, but they love physical activity. Since they take so well to athletics, centaurs start training their toddlers as soon as they can walk to keep them occupied. Their first training is usually small gathering expeditions, where a few centaurs will escort all of the children to the forest to learn what mushrooms, berries, and nuts are edible. That's followed by runs that grow increasingly longer to learn scouting and camouflage techniques so that they can take their turn on patrol when they are old enough.

Driders are born with their eyes closed and a soft carapace. Their parents generally keep them in a web nursery while their skin hardens, and they eventually open their eyes. Young driderlings are precocious and curious, driven by their natural hunting instincts to explore. When they are small, they can't yet weave or chew through their parent's webs, but they enjoy observing whatever their parents happen to be doing. They are even happier if they are allowed to help. It takes them a bit to obtain the grace and stealthiness normally associated with Driders. When they are little, they are very clumsy and need help from their parents to figure out which leg goes where. They come of the age to be relatively independent when they are able to escape their nurseries, meaning their teeth and claws have developed as well as spinnerets to help them get wherever they want to go. They are astute students when it comes to weaving, writing, and hunting, with a natural lean towards perfectionism. When they are older, they tend to be more solitary. While they enjoy drider society, they are driven to create safe spaces within it for themselves and can be alone for long periods of time without a problem.

Orc babies are expressive and needy. They crave physical touch and interaction to keep them engaged or they get bored and naughty. They need lots of toys to develop their motor skills and learn to crawl earlier than human babies from their excitement to follow their parents around. They hate being in their cradle unless they are asleep and prefer to be in the same room with their parents while they work. They take well to other Orcs in their family, excited to meet new people. Orc society is cooperative, so they learn at a young age to depend on others and seek out company. In a well-guarded Orc village, little Orcs are allowed to roam around as they please as soon after they learn to walk because the village works together to keep them safe. Older siblings or cousins feel a responsibility to keep an eye on the little ones, and often, young Orcs will form little packs to run around the village collecting cookies from indulgent mothers and grandmothers. Little Orcs enjoy crafts, group games, and getting into mischief together. Orc parents encourage them to play independently, developing relationships that will become more and more important as they grow.

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My point on why bird centaurs are more anatomically viable than horse centaurs.

Did anyone ask for this? No. Was it necessary? No, but I wanted to explore something new.

Shout out to @theartingace for letting me use part of their work in this♥️

Cupid and Centaur in a Museum of Love, Marseille, Joel-Peter Witkin, 1992

Shitting, crying, pissing myself

I'm never making a Khaenri'ahn oc EVER again

The whole splash art took me 4 hours AND I COULDN'T FIND A BASE OF THE BACKGROUND DAINSLEIF HAD ON HIS DRIP ... SO I HAD TO EDIT IT MYSELF??!?!?!? which took me another hour

Anyway I won't let anyone struggle like I did so if you have an Abyss/Khaenri'ahn oc, feel free to use the base I made below cut (credit isn't necessary but would be appreciated) (it's not perfect but hey, at least it's here)

Fan designs, fluttershy, pinkie and rarity

you’re out hunting when you spot a deer through the dense foliage. you ready your bow to shoot, preparing to bring home a fresh meal—when you realize it’s no deer. it’s a centaur staring at you through the trees, pinning you to the earth with his eyes. he’s magnificent, from his sculpted chest to the rippling muscle of his haunches. you’ve never seen one in real life before—they are the stuff of legends, and yet here he is, gaze trained on yours. you lower your bow, and cautiously, take a step towards him. he doesn’t flee. no, as you get closer, he approaches to meet you, sniffing the air, inhaling your scent on the breeze. you can’t help but notice something emerging between his legs.

maybe you don’t have to go home, you think. not yet. you’ll find your meal later.

’Bou at the Drive Thru :P

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I sketched out some centaur designs based on the 1910s a while back. I admit the research was pretty surface level, but it was still great fun.

more painting practice. A centaur in the morning light. Reference is Cristian (who has the best smile) via fatfotoref.com and @fugitiverabbit

Recently I've seen my old plus-sized fantasy creatures get some love from you guys, so I made two more lovelies!!

Her favorite babysitter 🐎

The last centaurs, Aziraphale and Crowley, and their little foal Orion 💛

Illustration from Judge Magazine by Sidney Delevante (Sept. 1925)