#unicor

[julunis14]

Straw hats are basically an edible snack-hats for horses

Think about it

[givemegifs]

[twytwy-studio]

something a little more realistic :"3

[money-and-dandellions]

so, during the trials, Lester's hair has grown, I assume, by six or so centimetres; which means, that it is probably shoulder length.

and it is curly.

he looks like a cloud every time he puts it out of a messy - because he has no idea how to do curly hair nor the right supplies for it - low ponytail.

and maybe, just maybe, sometimes, a clumsy braid (clearly done by the hands of a child) also is in the hair.

[cryptidjeepers]

mabel is now the fandom favourite after being the fandom pariah, but is somehow still being misinterpreted. dw mabel, i see your feral 13 year old girl energy. i see your rage. i saw you punch a unicorn. i get you

[kvetch19]

[scentedninjapuppy]

Mini cómic de mis oc's, Pinck y Mol 🦄🤟🖤👎

[2badgersinatrenchcoat]

This shit is getting done TODAY.

Cue the Eurobeat playlist.

[wildterrain]

RO CANYON 10.3mm UNICORE – Σχοινί Ημι-στατικό για Canyoning

[rainyheartkingdom]

Unicorns and moons

[aperfecthalosblog]

Adult Unicorn 20oz tumbler (Glow in dark)

This listing is for one 20oz or 30oz skinny tumbler.

Vacuum insulated tumbler with lid and straw. Drinks stay ice cold or steaming hot ALL DAY LONG. Perfect for hot coffee in the morning, cold drinks all day long, or wine at the end of the day.

These are custom made and can be custom made for you with a process called sublimation..

Add a name or saying

Since these are handmade the image maybe slightly different then pictured

** All tumblers should be hand washed and not placed in the dishwasher.

There is no actual glitter the image make it appear like glitter..

[lukie17]

Hunter! Sylus

Totally a lone wolf, a lot of hunters are scared to be his partner, because who the heck fights wanderers only using his fists? Yes, he also uses his evol but people have seen beat a wanderer to a pulp with only his hands a tiny bit of his evol. Even though he has a pistol hanging from his belt.

Bestie with Tara, he might be your boyfriend, but he is besties with Tara. They like to hang out a lot, Tara a Sylus have tea about everyone in the office, and Tara is the one who suggested that you looked like a good couple, so he likes her even more. It's like a lil sister he though he never wanted.

I think he would be the capitan of the hunters instead of Jenna. Jenna is an associate of Sylus, but this man can handle the Unicorn team by himself. So, he asigns you with him, what a perfect opportunity to be together, and not he is not giving you a special treatment. This man would give you the same workload as the others, and even more because he knows that you can handle yourself.

I can picture you complaining with Sylus about your asshole boss, who is him, and how he gives you a lot of workload. He would play the part as an understanding boyfriend, only for him to turn tables at work about how a "bird" told him that you called him asshole.

Did you think that Sylus as your neighbour would be a good thing? Sweetie, you should know better by now. You will hear him sing every night, maybe that is the reason why rent is so cheap and why he is your only neighbour.

Hunter! Sylus is happy that he can spend time with you, he looks like he would kill and he would if someone bothers him, but he is actually pretty chill. Once you joined the Unicor team, all the rumors about him started dying and people actually liked him.

He would be asked to appear in a lot of media for the Hunters Association, his very handsome face would make him a perfect advertiser for people to want to become a hunter.

Sylus as Lumiere! Unlike Xavier, he would be more like an anti-hero. By day he pretends to follow the rules, but by night he will break everysingle of them in order to save lives.

Since he isn't involving in something shaddy, I think that Sylus would not be in his guard as much as he is being the lider of Onychinus, he would be more open and he would be more free.

Totally keeps tabs on you, his mechanical crow would follow you around, "to keep tabs on the newbie" Sylus wants to make sure that you are allright.

I think having him as a hunter would be good for you since he would help you improve faster, your trainning regimene would be harder but also more rewarding. You are growing muscle so fast and you complain to him that your clothes do not fit because you are more buffed now.

Tara has beef with the mechanical crow. I have no proof but zero doubts.

[mus1g4]

there are several states that wear khaki uniforms, are there any differences between them or are they all made by the same manufacturer?

Do you know if these are all the states wearing khaki? Washington state, West Virginia, Kentucky, federal, Alabama, Nebraska?

Thank you for the rare uniform question! That, after all is my primary focus and I truly love answering these questions.

You gave a good list of khaki uniform users. You could also include the state of Virginia and I think North Dakota. Most of the uniforms have subtle differences including number of pockets on shirts, button or zipper fly on pants, inclusion of pants pockets and weight and content of fabric.

The vast majority of states still make their own uniforms in house using convict labor. Certainly the Federal BOP does through UNICOR. So, the answer to that part of the question is that there is no single manufacturer.

I am including some uniform photos for you below.

Indiana

Illinois

South Carolina

Federal

Nebraska

Question about khaki prison uniforms

[skyfullofpods]

Happy audio drama Sunday, friends! This week saw the launch of @clinical-space-podcast, a deep dive into all things unicorn on @worldgonewrongpod, and the arrival of spring in @monstrousproductions' Travelling Light!

[ralfmaximus]

SUMMARY During normal operation or in Safe mode, your computer may play "Fur Elise" or "It's a Small, Small World" seemingly at random. This is an indication sent to the PC speaker from the computer's BIOS that the CPU fan is failing or has failed, or that the power supply voltages have drifted out of tolerance. This is a design feature of a detection circuit and system BIOSes developed by Award/Unicore from 1997 on. MORE INFORMATION Although these symptoms may appear to be virus-like, they are the result of an electronic hardware monitoring component of the motherboard and BIOS

Dell BIOS plays classical music as a failure mode.

[cts-ryu-writing-desk]

The Last Magic In the World

Here is a little bit of a break from my usual smutty writings and working on something a little more whimsical. I have wanted to do something like this with a unicorn for a while now. I didn't know how I wanted to work on it this one came pretty close.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

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The world was once a magical place. Great mages channeled the energies of the land through them to enforce their will over the natural law. Yet over a thousand years ago, the magic faded from memory. Now in the isolated kingdom of Silvaros dwelled the last the world knew of great mages. Their magic never died out.

But now was the time for an ancient ritual. It was to be carried out in an enchanted forest with the border of the castle's land. The forest was dense with a magical miasma turning wayward invaders and trespassers away. Only once every eighty years did the miasma fade for their ritual to commence. The mages ventured deeper into the forest, the key to their ritual - the vibrant and lovely Princess Filianore.

Princess Filianore was led into the boundary of the forest she was always told never to cross. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown, large and flowing she felt out of place amongst the tatter robes and tarnished armor of her entourage. She was led under the guidance of two of the palace's mages, followed by only one knight to protect them. Tension crackled in the air. Though the sun sank behind the trees, the forest glimmered with an otherworldly glow.

As they approached the altar, whispers seemed to echo all around them.

"Your Highness," the voice was from the first mage, "You must wait here, we cannot assist you any further."

"Am I going to die?" Her gentle voice quivered

"No, my princess. Should the ritual be refused? You will be returned to the palace." the knight spoke out

"And if I'm chosen?" Filianore asked worriedly

"Then we are unsure if you will return." The second mage said

Dread showered over the youthful Filianore.

“I'm sorry princess," The knight said, she could hear great sorrow in his voice.

The entourage that led her to this altar had left.  Filianore's heart was racing. She had only ever heard whispers and rumors of what lay within this enchanted section of the forest. Her hands were shaking. She grasped them together in a prayer-like gesture.

The altar behind her, built of ancient stones long since weathered over the centuries. She could see it cloaked in green slowly being overtaken by the forest. She took deep breaths, each exhale quivering in her dread. Her mind filled with questions: was this really what she was born to do?  Would this be where her story ends? She pondered her destiny.

The softest rustle of leaves behind her filled her with dread. Should she look? Was she supposed to stay in this position? She could hear numerous footsteps getting closer to her. She closed her eyes tightly trying to keep them shut. The breathing of the creature as it came closer. With what little courage she could stand to muster, she peeked. And then she saw the visage of a horse.

White fur, appearing aged and wizened. A frail mane, a brilliant dull glow, and a horn atop its head. Her heart was filled with relief. She was gazing at a unicorn.

Filianore stared in awe. Never had she envisioned such a magical creature to be so grand, imposing, and yet so full of grace even in its appeared old age. She could hardly utter the words. "You're real," 

The unicorn neigh softly as if to show approval.

Filianore felt compelled. She reached out her hand. The Unicorn met her hand gliding its muzzle against her palm. Filianore was lost in such a magical moment. She could feel the unicorn's magic reach into her.  It was like a torrent through every inch of her body. 

Filianore knew of the stories: of how unicorns would make themselves known to pure maidens. She breathed a sigh of relief nearly in tears.  The unicorn's horn glowed a soft blue. Filianore got to her feet. The tip of the unicorn's horn glowed. It drew a great deal of magic at the very tip of its spiral horn. Bowing its head lightly, placing it near her lower stomach.

Filianore felt its magic coursing through her. As the magic coursed through her it filled her mind with the story. It was a story even the mages and her kingdom never knew.

The unicorn was the last son in a long regal equestrian line. Her ancestor, the founder of the kingdom, Godwin the Conqueror, hunted and slew the unicorns to near extinction. It was through Godwin’s firstborn daughter that the pact was made. She willingly came to this place before the stone altar dwelt there. This virgin princess offered herself to continue the progeny of the unicorn and by doing so secure that magic remained in their kingdom. Every eighty years a virgin maiden from the royal line would be brought there to be chosen. Only someone so pure could have brought such a pure creature back from the edge of extinction.

 It was always when the unicorn was near the end of their life. If the maiden were pure without a touch of sin to her heart, they would be chosen to uphold this now ancient agreement. For as long as there was at least one unicorn, then there would always be magic in the world. Thus leading to the great mages of her kingdom. The First Princess would only return a message, that a princess is to be brought to this forest, pure in body, heart, mind, and soul, should this be kept there will always be magic and peace within the kingdom. Any who would return would feel their minds lost in a fog if ever they tried to recount such a magical encounter. 

The visions playing in her head ceased. The wizened unicorn stood in front of her. Tears gently rolled down her cheeks. Filianore could feel the weight building in her lower stomach.

With the unicorn’s magic, Filianore could sense the life growing inside her, planting its roots and beginning to bloom. The intensity of the magic coursing through her took her breath away, and she closed her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation. 

Then, without notice, the magic stopped. Her eyes fluttered open to find the unicorn backing away, watching her with a dark wellspring kike a curtain of a starless sky. Filianore felt magic fill her womb, stirring before beginning to grow. A strange calm swept over her.

Contrary to the panic and dread that she experienced earlier. Filianore didn’t feel an ounce of dread. The magic of this unicorn swept through her, deep within her, she could feel it. A small presence of this new life quickly grew within her womb. In Filianore's heart, she could feel a deep and unfathomable love growing as she witnessed the baby in her growing belly. A peaceful and soothing feeling washed over her; she knew it to be real as she placed her hand against her pregnant belly. She could feel her skin getting tighter, canyons forming beneath her fingertips as her skin stretched to accommodate the foal. Filianore’s belly grew rounder by the minute, she truly was beginning to look pregnant now. She quickly outgrew her gown and her swelling belly tearing through it. The young foal needed to grow a lot before it could be ready to be born.

The foal was growing completely in a matter of moments. Her body was not prepared to handle such weight. Gently she was brought to her knees and her stomach continued to grow. 

The unicorn remained nearby, its eyes peering deeply into the depths of Filianore's soul. A feeling of warmth consumed her heart like a flame as she embraced the gravity of the moment. The unicorn lowered its head, nuzzling her protruding stomach gently. Filianore had rapidly undergone nearly a year of gestation, which could only mean the foal would be arriving soon. 

Feeling the unicorn brush against her bare pregnant belly, made the foal inside squirm. Her skin stretched out. But never did it break, tear, or show signs of damage. The magic that put the foal there was to accommodate the foal and bring no harm to her. This great weight in her womb gave Filianore a feeling of comfort. This was vastly different from what she expected. Magically bearing a child of such a pure creature was a far cry from the death and ruin she perceived it to be. 

Filianore began to feel the foal descending lower. She felt no pain as labor began. She could feel the foal pushing its way out of her womb and down the narrow corridor of the birth canal. The strong magic of the foal's father aided the foal forcing its way through the tight passage. Filianore gasped.

She felt every movement, every instance of it sliding out of her, descending further and further as its hooves started noticeably poking out against her taut skin. This was not solely without feeling. She felt a strong sensation overwhelm her: the need to push. In and out, she breathed. 

Filianore focused on her lower stomach region. Each muscle tensed and pulled. She tried to push down with all her might. Filianore could feel the foal moving faster. She could feel the nose poking out. Filianore continued to push until she got to the rest of the body. The adult unicorn already checking out the new young foal slowly stood as the birthing was nearing the end. 

Filianore struggled to push going red in the face but ultimately her struggle was rewarded. The body was now free and so too was the foal, Filianore looked down at her once round belly to see it was now deflated. Filianore watched in blissful delight seeing her newborn unicorn foal trying to stand. The foal came to her, instinctively knowing that she was his mother. She carefully wrapped her arms around the foal. Instantly in love with it. She could feel the magic radiating off the newborn foal. With this, the ritual was now complete.

The elder unicorn nudged the newborn and Filianore towards the forest. It was time to retreat to the depths of the forest. With a gentle hand against her newborn foal, Filianore looked around. She was leaving the altar, and her life as a princess behind. She was now a mother, her duty to her foal. Indifferent to returning to the palace, she wished to be like that first princess long before her. Filianore wanted nothing more than to keep such a pure and beautiful creature in the world. This birth did not take her virginity, she could bear another. She wished to bear another. Filianore dreaded what the world might be like without the unicorns, without magic. Her heart could not stand to dream of such a world. It was a last wish by Princess Filianore 

Filianore left the altar with her foal and its father, her heart wanting to fill this forest with a herd of unicorns again. Her body was more than capable of doing so.