A while back--and I can’t be bothered to check my notes or my blog posts where I might or might not have announced that this was a thing that I was going to do--I mentioned that I was catching up on some of the Prompt-A-Days that I missed back in the day.
I seem to recall someone complaining that it was going to be a second-person fic.
Deal with it, someone.
I'm sure most of you saw the notification already, but I wrote a new fic for a contest entry, and I'm very proud of it! I'd love it if you gave it a read, especially considering that it's not your standard sci-fi/romance story. How many are told from the diary of a sprinkler system?
... and sorry about the cover image. I usually like to make them myself, but I was exhausted yesterday.
Hello dear readers, people who wandered here by mistake, and possibly my mother if she remembers her password,
Chapter 7 of Children of the Sun is posted, you can find it here.
Hey, guys!
So I haven't been very active in blog posts 'n stuff lately. Been a lot of real life stuff keeping me busy, namely actually spending time with my friends (cause, you know, that's what this show is all about promoting and stuff) and a girlfriend and stuff. And stuff. Lots and lots of stuff.
But you guys don't care about that, nor will I bore you with it. You're here for horse words. And wouldn't you know, I have some for you.
Soon:
This is kim's fault. Go... blame her.
1. What is your first name?
At this point, who tf knows~
2. How old are you?
22, 23 in November! :)
3. What country are you from?
USA
4. What do you look like?
Imagine a disaster lesbian.
"I think I'm in love," Aragón said, dreamy expression on his big dumb face. "My heart goes a-flutter every time I stop to picture the color of those lips."
I watched the sun rise at midnight.
I watched an impossible dawn.
I watched an explosion so far away it took half a minute for me to hear it and it still rattled my bones.
I watched as, for the first time, humanity reached a milestone on a quest to live on other worlds.
Because of certain extenuating circumstances, I had originally planned to make this my 101st blog, but I am unable to do so in a timely fashion
This was going to be my 101st, my 100th was going to be my 99th, and my 101st was going to be 100th, but oh well
BUT THATS OK
BECAUSE THIS BLOG IS ABOUT
MOTHERFUCKING HOMESTUCK YO
Warning: Incoming cringe and/or spaghetti.
Brace yourselves...
10. I find the sentance mixing in YTPs to be disproportionately hilarious, and I've seen some dozens of times despite them not really having "jokes" to begin with.
This happened.
This is an actual conversation that happened. Slightly edited and streamlined to be easier to read, but accurate nonetheless. I am legitimately this fucking dumb. But, shit, might as well be me who tells the story.
Aragón: and then my pharmacist asked my sister if I'm always “like this”
Aragón: which I honestly took as a compliment?
Aragón: but I guess I technically can’t go back to that place anymore
Good Morning, everypony! I say "Good Morning", because it has just become morning for me here, after spending an entire night with figuring out what kind of pony author I actually am. Now all of that is done and I present to you the results, as the next steps towards my planned Patreon account.
Wow, this took a long time! In total, I needed six days to completely re-design my userpage, make it unique and remove all the clutter that covered it (minus bathroom breaks, food breaks and, worse, sleep breaks and all those time-wasting necessities that the body demands). Much more time than I thought it would take me. The result is astounding and beautiful and it prepares me and my userpage greatly for the launch of my
GUESS WHO'S HERE TO GIVE UPDATE SCHEDULES FOR YOU COOL KIDS? It's me.
Anyway, yes, the hiatus is ending very soon, so I'm here to give you the EL update schedules in case you want them maybe.
Ducky Ink doing her best to bring you fics.
JANUARY 1ST
ACT II - CHAPTER 20
THE WRANGLED MAZE
For all your ridiculous fic needs. Also, have a bonus... something... I found on my drive. I think it was for a "Spontaneous Combustion" panic contest that I entered as a joke. Or something. I think it was a joke contest.
“Pinkie,” said Twilight evenly. “I’m not gonna judge you for your actions, and I know we all need a friend sometimes, but I just gotta know. Why’d you do it?”
Hi everyone!
Just a quick announcement that, due to external circumstances such as a crippling writer's block regarding this story, I realized that I needed a fresh start with EL.
Join Sweetie Belle as she stops Twilight from killing Twilight with Twilight's magic! Does that sound stupid/ridiculous/silly/fun? Good, because it is!
Go ham, my friends. Apparently regular updates means "updates whenever I remember it exists." Which was today! Yay! I'll try to be better about this, I promise. We're in for a ride!