A Magic Miracle Cure...

It was a one-of-a-kind episode. So unique, it almost... almost... burned my eyes out! It was a good idea, sure. But! It was absolutely terrible! So, in light of the recent episode, Lynked has decided that she is pretty princess.

Let's start things off right wrong! The new episode had a great premise, and a good idea, with in interesting story to tell. The new episode was also a blunder. Did anyone else feel a little violated by the end? It felt like the Train Wreck Explorers had compiled their findings into an archaeology anthology!

From the top! The episode went by about as fast as a train did, too. Oh? What's that? There's a problem! *Gasp* That's never happened before! Nah, I'm lying. Anytime a show starts off with a "Life is Great!" song, you know that there's a

What's more, did you know that your friends are absolute idiots? Surely just because someone tatooed  rainbow on Rarity's butt must make her need to be a weather pony, instead of continuing to look for her niche! Especially when you only get a cutie mark for your special talent which is obviously weather, even though you've said that you're terrible at it.

But wait, Twilight, remember that thing that wasn't important until now! You know, the one where the Princess sent you a book of the most powerful unicorn in history, a book that was probably filled with the most powerful and amazing spells in existence? Yeah, that one that you forgot about because: why not? But it's okay, because you know what would fix it?

Correct! Way to go! You just solved everyone's problems right at the beginning of the episode by completing a spell with the word friendship, something that apparently the most ingenious and awe-striking unicorn didn't have in his thesaurus! Wow! You know what, I, Pretty Princess Lynked have spoken to Celestia, and we decided that this was a perfect opportunity to temporarily murder you advance you to a new plane of existence that has no back-story whatsoever! Look! Friendship has made you a princess now! You know why?

So now you have wings! What will you do with them? Harvest Draw forth Shining's "liquid pride"? (You know he wasn't talking about his tears, right...?) Well either way, you're a princess now! All of that, what could have been three episodes, in one! With no real conclusion too! Wow, such a grade-A quality thing we have here.

No. Wait, actually, no we don't. That was so rushed, I could feel my brain being crushed under the g-force. Also, we now know that the Mane-6 are all idiots for not understanding that they can just do whatever they feel like. And cutie marks? Not canon now, filly! When a cutie mark is supposed to be derived from a "special talent" and yet here, it wasn't, and they still did their thing, despite knowing they were bad at it, is a little destructive to the whole idea. Oh, and the elements make Alicorns? A perfect way to cheapskate your way out of something deeper and more intrinsic, as was set up at the beginning of the season. Nope, screw a cool adventure, or something with some sort of depth, or even a drawing out of the "big problem" that was supposed to be her test. Nah, just *poof* wings. You're immortal now, destined to live forever with no purpose in a bleak existence in which Celestia refuses to give you a choice. But it's okay, because you fixed a problem that proves that Starswirl the Beared was a retarded hermit! Congratulations on absolutely nothing at all.

tl;dr

The episode sucked.

In light of this, I propose supporting Pretty Princess Lynked in the establishment of the New Lynked Republic, to overthrow the Celestial trolling and establish a better show for all! Down with Celestia trollentry! Up with Lynked!

Join the New Lynked Republic today!

Happy Valentines Day, Hearts and Hooves Day, Forever Alone February, whatever you're all celebrating (or not, in the case of FAF)! I'll be celebrating Lynked Eats Too Much Chocolate Day (LETMC, Let-MC). Hope none of you find yourself at the bunt of a rejection. If so, well cheer up, because... well, who needs a reason to be happy?

Yeah, me too... sorry about that.

But hey, Lynked is here to announce the next cluster of atrocious "sentences" to defile another GDoc that she may or may not release. I don't have a title, I hardly have a plot, it's a melting pot of errors, and it's a bit boring at the start.

So have a hint at what Lynked is giving her hand at.

Yeah, that's right, a New Lunar Republic fiction, except with 90% less violence and death and killing that 90% of other NLR fics seem to deem necessary.

But then, this isn't quite the average NLR fic, either. At least, not storywise. The writing is utter crap.

But the story is different, I like to think. Humor me. It's Hearts and Hooves/LETMC Day. In short, the words I've spewed forth onto this computer utterly suck, but I'm working on them. I don't know if I'll post this story; I might not. But I wasn't even going to post Melodia Apparatus, and, well...

I think that's all I wanted to say. Happy fat cholesterol chocolate day!

(I'm sorry this wasn't entertaining. I've been awake for far too long, but not long enough.)

I'm doing it again. I thought I'd quit doing it, but I'm doing it again. I've done this, what... seven, eight times before? No, wait, nine? I think so, possibly ten. In fact, ABronyLife42, my circle-jerk buddy good brony friend is actually doing something with one of these. It's awful that I'm doing this again; it really drives me nuts. I'd rather be working on other things, but I suppose sometimes I have to take a break from them. But one would think that I would then do something else needing the attention, but nope, I do this. Again, of course. Not the first time.

Oh. Oh right, I haven't told you yet. I'm writing another dead-end story that probably won't get more than 1-2 chapters. And then I'll post it with no edits, and watch people get upset because I don't write it anymore. (Love you Moonlight Sonata people though :3) I'm not going to release details, but it's something I've wanted to do for a long time. It's great to finally be writing it, but... :P

Which leads me to my next point. I don't know how many writers are following me, but perchance you were bored, I'm looking to cut off a few limbs, per se, aha. In other words, I want to see some of my fics continued, but I don't want to, don't know how to, or don't have the time to finish them.

So if anyone wants one of these, shoot me a message! (Of course, if there are no takers, I'll just go back to the intended idea of writing more whenever. So none are cancelled, even if there are no takers.)

Just the Three of Us Taken by syvvak

Learning to Play the Lyra Taken by AcreuBall

When You're a Stranger Taken by syvvak

Every Night After Taken by General_Darkfang_NLR

And there are some concepts:

Paradiso Taken by syvvak

Reflective Armor

So anyways, ABronyLife42 is releasing what is now his story either today, tomorrow, or sometime soon, so keep an eye out for it!

~Your dominant she-devil overlord, Lynked.

Arrr, lads and lasses, we be goin' to find th' treasure! I brought us th' map, here, leads us straight to th' Melodia App'ratus EqD submission, arr! Have a look, ladies;

Good morning, afternoon, evening, or what have you! I am the pre-reader who is also a bear. Unfortunately, I cannot recommend your story for posting at this moment. Here are some of the reasons why:

> It was a cool day, though the day wasn’t there for long, as Twilight began to eat away at it, turning it a vibrant purple and orange.

Purple indeed, though this is not the purple unicorn you know and love. Also, Twilight should be twilight.

> A blue bird had flown by my window, on the breeze, with a nut.

Bluebird? One word?

> Anyway, I went and fetched them from my cabinet, and was

No comma.

> ... suddenly, through my mailslot, slipped a little piece of paper folded tightly into an envelope.

Your independent clause seems to be missing its subject.

> ... but I made due.

... but I made do.

> ... headache-in-music-form.

This wraps around in a rather aesthetically displeasing way in your Google Doc. I imagine you had trouble figuring out how to fix that, and if you have, you can fix this by putting zero-width spaces after the hyphens in this word.

> But instead, she went right to Vinyl and whispered something in her ear, who in turn whispered her reply.

If it's as loud as you make it out to be, would they have heard anything whispering?

- You seem to use a lot of:

-- Directly addressing the reader.

-- Parentheticals, with actual parentheses.

Neither are bad, and at times, you use them to good effect. However, you seem to do so a bit too often, as at points the narrative becomes less Octavia telling a story and more Octavia just talking.

- Could use more focused description of setting. Octavia's current way of telling the reader about places quickly pushes them aside for what happens next, which would be great if she were telling the reader a much shorter story by mouth.

- Octavia doesn't seem to show much affect with respect to her terminal illness. "By the way, I'm dying."

- Sound effects in prose, taking up entire paragraphs. While I'm not a fan of them, they seem really out of place in your story since your story's supposed to be Octavia logging her experiences or something.

- Out of place Portal reference. (Really, if you were going to try to shoehorn in a Portal reference, why not the turrets?)

Mostly minor grammar things and the description thing, which should be fairly simple fixes. If you need help with grammar, you can go to MLPChan's or Ponychan's /fic/ boards for one-on-one help. Send this back with fixes and it should be good to post.

Not bad, eh? I have a few gripes, some being that a) Octavia isn't much affected by the fact that she's dying, 'cause she's known it for a long while now, an just wants to live her life with, and b) I wasn't trying t'a "shoehorn" a portal reference--I felt it might be cute to add it--but rather, it fit. Shoehorning refers to forcing for appeal to the audience, and as much of you might know by now, I had sworn up, down, left, right, east, and weast (yes, weast; it's where the treasure is) that I wasn't going to post it, and I also don't think it was forced. Logic core, emotion's processor, companion cube--seems logical. (I also have no clue where he suggested placing the portal turrets, because as far as I know I haven't added any cute bullet-hoses to the story...).

Anyways, he's made some valid points, and I'm aware of the grammar mistakes that litter the story. We'll talk and hammer some things out, I just figured I'd see what you all thought. Also, I won't be here this week; I'm leaving tonight at 12:30, to go to a huge debate, so wish me luck ^.^

And Lynked is drunk. So she'll entertain you with a bit of... something. She doesn't know! Seriously though, I've been thinking, and I realize that many are against "clop". Would it, then, offend any of you to the point of shunning me, if I were to start writing it? Because Lynked, she likes...

So that little warning is there. I won't add clop to my ongoing stories, and I don't like smut, thank you very much; romance and romantic sex is the best there is.

Also, for my amusement: You are in Equestria, in the hooves of Princess Luna, and have been given unlimited funds from the royal treasury, and a prime plot of land in the dead center of Canterlot. What do you do?

Lynked would--

...essentially.

And she's not that great at it, either. But I felt that I might as well. My holiday break is almost up, and I'm about to be put into the institution yet again (school, because my brain still functions on relatively normal levels). I figured that, that combined with the fact that it's been almost a year, I'd go ahead and do this for the new year. As you can tell, I'm late. But who cares? Oh. You do? Umm...

Ahem. So, it was about a year ago that I joined this place. It was different, mainly because the feature box still existed, stories had a chance to be seen without being buried, Poultron hadn't picked up his banhammer yet, and Regidar wasn't found on every story posted. Ever. I found this place and thought, "Well, I guess I can do this, too." I'd been watching the show for a while now; to realize that it could be expanded on like this blew my mind. So, I wrote this hurried little thing in a day, called Lyra's Lesson. It did well, surprisingly, and the comments tasted like honey, if you could eat text from a computer screen (working on it). It was about Lyra and Trixie basically being hobos and doing hobo things. It wasn't great, but it was my first pony fiction ever. Then of course I wrote Moonlight Sonata, which people really took to, and so on and so forth, with my Magnum Opus being All the Stars in the Sky, I think. ^^

Well, somewhere in the interval of "crappy hobo fic" to "contest-winning romance", I almost quit writing altogether. I really did, I felt sick and sore of it. I was reading things like Allegrezza, After That Fateful Night, and then Eternal, and more of these huge, 1000+ likes, 500+ comments stories that are fantastically written, and I actually did feel bitter with jealousy. Don't get me wrong--we're pony fiction writers. Nothing we do here is going to solve world hunger, but it is still good to look up to people. I got jealous though, heh. Yep, and it wasn't good for me, either, because I began to compare my works to them, and go, "Wow, I just can't write that." Started really getting down because, well, my ability to write is, as a friend put it, "My excuse for existing." Well put, too, because I feel less like a useless sack of [potatoes].

Along the way of landing myself on Taste the Rainbow, All the Stars in the Sky, and Learning to Play the Lyra, I was hit in the head with a boot. A big one, too. We're talking steel-toe, 1899 diving suit boot. I realized a few things, so lets start of with this one: not all stories are amazingly liked, and yet, I'll still look up to them. There is a story by Ottermatt called Somepony Else's Story. Yes, it has almost 300 likes, but it's not this big, popular fiasco like Background Pony is. I'll be damned, though, if it's not one of my favorites. I really enjoyed that thing.

So that told me a little something. Then, I realized that I shouldn't care about how many people enjoyed my stories, just that they do. I came into this fandom with that attitude, you know. I lost it somewhere, but hey, I found it again after doing a little, ahem, plunging. And I think it's pretty cool what happened. There's a guy I'm giving a shoutout to. A Brony Life 42, who found me somewhere in the bowels of one of the fics I had deemed crap. He asked me to take a look at the first story of his, and it was... interesting. But you know, now he's written things like Something Wicked This Way Comes, and Vinyl's Inner Fire. It's pretty interesting, I think, to watch how he went from that first story of his to almost having as many watchers as me. And, he's just an awesome guy. So he showed me something; it doesn't matter if people don't like what you write, because someone out there does, even if that someone is you, the writer. In other words, write for yourself, the world be damned. They'll come if you let them. I owe this guy a thanks, and I don't even know him in real life. So thanks, man.

Then, I owe someone called TinyHadronCollider a thanks, because he slapped me around a bit, and he also is a great editor, by the way.

So, before I get sidetracked, I also wanted to thank you guys/girls/changelings for sticking with me, because that's pretty cool. There's almost 400 of you all, individually, and you guys make it worth writing, knowing that someone is at least interested in what I'm doing. It makes me feel like I'm shouting with the wind for once. And damn, it feels pretty cool.

And yes, as I said, this is pony fiction. Did I--will I ever write the next Lord of the Rings? Mmm... no. Will I write pony fictions and short stories for my pleasure, and hopefully someone else's? Absolutely, and that's all I think I need. Just my keyboard, my word processor, some motivation and some friends, and I think I'm good to go.

All in all, I just wanted to thank you guys for sticking through my crap, my ships, my fails, and my pony sex, because it was pretty awesome. Kind of like writing, when I think about it. I started with a scene. I'm at a novel.

So thanks for giving me an excuse to write a blog so cheesy and so full of holes it makes Chrysalis jealous. I figured that a new year called for something like this, so eh. Hope I didn't bore you completely with my ramblings. Happy late new years people!

Funny how this fandom works.

Well, that's actually a bit extreme. In Levitation, all meta aspects will be removed, except for Private Lynked because she is so damn sexy. The story itself will remain the same, with perhaps a tweak or two (stylistic to fit the style I've grown in to) when I get around to them. Meta, however, is no longer an element. The removal starts soon, and once it is complete, perhaps on the same day, Levitation Chapter whatever-chapter-it-is will be released.

I finally know what I want to do with the fic. Finally.

Self Advertisement Time! Go read this: Learning to Play the Lyra. It's comedy. It's Lyra. It's Octavia. It's shipping. So do it, filly.

Yes, ponies. A new pony story, actually. I won't tell you anything about it. No, not even if you offer me cake. (Well, maybe.) But yes, something new. It should be... interesting. Um.

Also, guess what, those of you who read Above the Clouds? It's being picked up. What? By me? No, no, no. By Nonsensicalities here, who has bee in contact with me for a while. He's picked up the story, with my permission of course. I'm eager to see where it goes, and I hope you guys are too. Because, you know, ponies and Rainbow Dash and Spitfire and romance. and sex.

No, but seriously, no clop. Anyways, there's that, and furthermore, I'm toying with one of the following:

A) A sequel to Taste the Rainbow

B) The continuation of Levitation

C) and sex Dammit.

So I'll actually leave that one up to you all. Oh, and expect some replies to your comments; I'll be getting more conversational again. I've been quiet recently.

But I'm back.

To Narnia! Or, well, somewhere not far off that map. Well, actually it's pretty far off that map, but--

Ow. Well as I was saying, Lynked here is actually writing a new story, something different, and sadly, there are no ponies. That's not to say that I'll not be writing ponies; on the contrary, I may start doing just that.

So she says for the hundredth tim--

Problem solved.

Ahem.

So I'm writing a new story, and it's steampunk/apocalypse/adventure/whatever-else-I-feel-like. So if anyone is interested in seeing the GDoc, shoot a comment or PM or laser beam at me and I'll shoot the doc back at you. So far it's only a prologue and first chapter, but I think it's an interesting take on steampunk, if I do say so myself. And I'll need an editor, by the way, if anyone is willing...

As if everyone here is interested in his non-pony writ--

Fillies and Gentlecolts, a day ago I received a message that made me smile. Now I wholeheartedly approve of this.

Voices in the Clouds, a piano number that's rather soothing.

Those of you who remember What If should especially check this out. A thanks to Ocean Tone for making this (It wasn't made for me, but a thanks are still in order). I enjoyed it, I'm pretty sure you would too. So go, listen, come back and complain on how I haven't updated Moonlight Sonata. You know, the usual.

Um... speaking on the 'usual' here, I'm usually busy, so writing is rather slow. Very, very slow. I want to get something out there for you guys by Halloween, but no promises.

If you do see something soon, though... err, well I'm on the verge of writing a stress dump. That said,

Psychosis: Activated