Hey folks! MagicalPony2099 here!
Well... tomorrow I'll be livestreaming on twitch for the new Pet Sim game on Roblox. I hope you'll join in my livestream!
Well! Another place empty for once!
This one´s for The Yandere Simulator (And Yandere-anything!) people(Ponies?)!
A new group! Share it!
Before I begin, well-known writer Estee is having some major trouble and is asking for help. I don't know this person but some of you probably do. Let's see if we can't get a thousand points of FimFic light together.
Now on to the blog!
MANIC MUSK ON MARIJUANA
Guess I should have added some "pantied bulges" somewhere. Ah well.
Until next time...
-SS&E
In 2010, I was a melancholic basement child with no future and no aspirations.
In 2020, I'm a melancholic basement child with no future and no aspirations, but 6,000+ marsupials know that I exist.
So that's something.
-SS&E
Heya, folks!
Well, not that my illness is mostly something I’ve run over and have left in the review mirror like a freshly smashed into dimension hopping telephone booth and rental store out in the middle of nowhere—
That’s right… Making references right out of the gate.
Districts:
District 1: Thorax and Pharynx
District 2: Apex and Ocellus
District 3: Ember and Smolder
District 4: Blue Fang and Brokenwing
District 5: Gallus and Gilda
District 6: Sandbar and Mitchell
District 7: Hero and Zenex
District 8: Stinger and Kydra
District 9: Mantis and Dagger
District 10: Hivehunter and Tempest Shadow
Changelings. They can turn into all sorts of ponies. I often wonder though why it is we never see them transform into anything else. I mean I think it would be hilarious to see one look like the last box of cereal on the shelf and when some kid goes to grab it it transforms last second into Flim who then tips his hat and slowly walks away.
I don't know what it is about listening to fabricated Emergency Alert System messages that has drawn me. I tell myself that it's a humbling experience: shocking myself into hearing what could happen in the worst-case scenario. In particular, the cold, unerring terror of hearing a message play that tells me about an incoming attack. Some others deal with severe weather, and one that I found was built around the 9/11 attack, but the most haunting in my search so far involved a