Every culture has its own story of romance blossoming under the most unlikely of circumstances. The wild west is no exception. In a little town called Appleloosa, one of the strangest love stories of all time is about to unfold. That is, unless Braeburn has anything to say about it...
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1w, 23hso I'm writing a book8 comments · 52 views
So I'm writing a book.
Actually I've been writing some stories about a few characters for a few years, and it had occurred to me before that I could compile them into a book, but I think I've finally reached the point where I actually... am. It's a collection of various adventures of a young woman who perceives time out of order as she struggles with her sexuality, religion, maintaining her strained friendships, and also the fact that her mother's a witch. It's got monsters and supervillains and extended metaphors and all kinds of fun stuff. Mainly, this is the thing that I'll be giving up my fanfic time to work on.
I mean, don't expect anything. No getting up of hopes. There's no chance I'm going to get anything meaningful done in less than a year, and it might not even take off at all. But hypothetically, if I were to create such a thing... would you be interested in reading it?
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So, now that I'm nearly done my "the rest of the story" wrap-up for my awesome OE guest writers (opportunities still available!) I'm ready to get back into writing things that I can actually publish. If I can get some poetry and an important editing job done this weekend, I'll be available to start cranking out new chapters as early as next week. My stated goal is to finish my shorter stories so I can focus on DN:E exclusively without feeling overwhelmed, but which one should I do next?
Somepony who loves you, my first ponyfic and an ultra-dark zombie apocalypse story with nearly no zombies in it? Two stories remain in the continuity, Trixie's Kingdom and Lullaby, along with one ultra-secret bonus chapter.
Mirror Fidelity, my porn erotically charged character study dealing with themes of identity, forgiveness, and attempted suicide? Two stories remain in the continuity, Mirror Redemption and Mirror Finale, along with one ultra-secret bonus chapter.
...wow, that turned into a "pick your depressing poison" situation pretty fast. Still, up to you; they'll both be along eventually. What do you want to read first?
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I've been having a rough week, so I thought I'd stop and throw out something simple. (Also a reassurance that DN:E is not cancelled; I'm just taking a break to finish my shorter stories before devoting 100% of my designated fanfic time to it.)
We're now a couple of chapters into DN:E's third season, and already things are moving well off the established rails. I've stated already that Shears and Shells will not be Twilight's primary antagonists for the rest of the story; they instead serve as another obstacle leading up to something greater. Based on what you've read so far, who do you, the reader, believe is the true villain (other than Twilight herself) of Death Note: Equestria? (I guess this also serves as a "who do you want to see more of" poll.)
Options: (Warning: Do not trust the options. The options LIE.)
2. Rainbow Dash
3. Citrus Green
5. Warm Quilt and Inferno
6. Kaidan, Asphodel, and Burning Bridge
7. The Dollmaker
8. Echo Pie
10. or someone completely different? Am I just pulling your legs?
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I hate the even-numbered years. They are always the worst.
6w, 3dAm I part of the canon?13 comments · 142 views
Okay, this is super self-indulgent, but I have to ask.
Lately I've been questioning why I'm still doing this. Not just fanfics, which I've established that I do because they're helpful and fun, but the fandom in general. I still love MLP and all its characters and themes and messages, but I don't find that I get excited about it like I used to. (Mind, that could be just part of a larger shift; you really have no idea how hard it is for me to get excited about anything these days.) As time goes on, I've become less and less involved. I don't write as much as I'd like, and I barely read any more. I don't seek out new art or music. I haven't been to a meetup since season 2. I never rewatch episodes unless I'm researching for a story. Times like these it feels like I'm just sticking around for the community, or at least, the small, relatively friendly parts of the community that I choose to associate with. But then I find myself asking... am I really a part of this community? Aside from the increasingly small number of people whom I regularly interact with, does anyone know who I am?
If you know me, you know I'm ludicrously paranoid about vanity, so it's hard to ask, but... what's my legacy around here? Am I, like, a name on this site, or am I just known by my stories? Do I get listed in the same breath as popular writers? If I showed up at a convention, would anyone know who I was? I've had the occasional fan reading and exactly two pieces of non-commissioned fan art, which I am extremely thankful for (sometimes it feels like chocolate, fan art and thunderstorms are the only things that make me happy any more), but I don't feel that I can judge intent by those.
I know, it's stupid. I've always been an extremely forgettable person, so in what I guess is the opposite of paranoia about people talking about me behind my back, I've always assumed that no one remembers I exist unless I'm actively being observed. I live in terror of becoming the kind of person who feels to have to clamor for attention to be happy. I hate that I'm even writing this. Maybe I'll just log it as being therapeutic.
"Therapeutic" sums up a lot of my writing these days, actually. I don't make it a secret that fanfiction is one of the closest things I have to an emotional outlet. I write stories that are full of pain and hate and sadness, not so I can wallow in them, but so that I can sift through them and pull out moments of hope and peace and beauty even from the darkest of places. Given how rarely I finish anything, I wonder if that comes across.
I'm tired. I've been tired for a long time.