I carve these words now well fed and hearty. It is the exact opposite state that dearest mother said I would be by this time. She is a fool; she has no tact, no skill when it comes to extracting love from these ponies. Now with the rest of my hive blasted to the far winds I am left with a simple message for passers by. There is always something that follows us in the darkest depths, but we all have the choice of who and what that follower is.
Written for the Feature Box Crusaders' Monthly Writing Prompt Competition. All are welcome to join!
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Not bad. Not bad at all.
From reading the description got me all jittery. I literary felt like I read a masterpiece when I was reading the description, seriously. I'll give this a read when ever I feel like it as I have literary about one hundred more fics in line.
Pretty good.
Very goood.
1851551>>1852273>>1852433>>1852724 This seems to be the general response to my story thus far.
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Any misgivings I have are due to bias for Tavi/Scratch and irrational dislike of mistreatment of said ponies. This in turn is balanced by me pretty muh devouring every changeling fic I see.
In short, Great story, keep on writing.
Woohoo! Changelings! Loved the story, man. Keep it coming.
I gotta say, this was a good read. I liked how the changeling was portrayed in this story.
I like it
Ooh, good! I like that the changeling is manipulative and probably an asshole when not "on the job", but still not puppy-kicking card-carrying-villain levels of evil.
3375438 Much appreciated for the comment and favorite. It's good to know my characterization of a changeling was found entertaining.
Great story. Though the title... I can't unread 'Two munds to sig, one to freud'.
I must have had a difficult childhood.