So, I've got quite a bit of the next two chapters of Mare who Once Lived on the Moon done, and Demesne is chugging along soundly, or it was.
I'm going to warn you all right now: In an effort to be as comprehensive and entertaining as possible, this turned into a rambling mess of nested footnotes, in-jokes, meta humour and bizarre but oddly detailed analysis that you're too confused to follow because it's too much of a discordant mess by the time I actually make my point.
Of course, if you're a follower of mine, this prospect should delight you, so away we go.
If you're just here for Demesne, rather than for me, then you can skip over the middle of this, but there are a few things here that concern you.
Casserole. Unquestionably delicious.
But what it's best used for is when you have a whole heap of leftover ingredients that can't really stand by themselves, so you throw them all into one big pot and hopefully it all comes together to make something not terrible.
The Quiet Equestrian, by the exceedingly capable Chuck Finley
It takes a curious kind of mind to find a story that says Equestria is about to be plunged into a horrible series of minor civil wars and thinks "You know what would make this situation all better? If I could elaborate on the brutality."