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  • T Solitary Locust

    Twilight casts a spell that leaves her in an alien body, facing a mob of angry ponies...
    110,038 words · 27,760 views  ·  2,487  ·  86 · gore
  • T Cold Lightning

    Something about Lightning Dust just seemed a little 'off'.
    7,105 words · 3,669 views  ·  404  ·  36
  • T Splinterwood

    Twilight Sparkle goes to a conference and talks with some ponies about some numbers.
    8,319 words · 1,188 views  ·  194  ·  16
  • T Thus Dwell in Joy

    What if Discord were God?
    8,718 words · 2,357 views  ·  166  ·  16
  • T What in Equestria is This?

    One-shots under 1000 words. Feel free to give me your own suggestions and requests!
    6,539 words · 1,305 views  ·  193  ·  22
  • T Listen and Learn

    Rainbow Dash comes out to her friends. It does not go as well as she had hoped. Not an über-OOC or lynch mob fic.
    11,057 words · 7,852 views  ·  658  ·  126
  • T Luna’s Communistastical Adventure With the 1959 Soviet Space Probe Luna-2

    Luna meets Luna-2. What will happen in this exciting communistastical adventure?
    3,597 words · 1,061 views  ·  147  ·  29 · sex

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  • Wednesday
    Harmony

    Harmonious existence between the greater races of Equus is dependent on a key point in that question: the treatment of race itself. It is really pointless to argue over this fact—for the fact is self-evident and anyone who denies it can only be either a fool or a malicious liar. It is also pointless to argue about which is the most harmonious race of all when equines are involved, because, as has been shown time and again throughout history, the equine race is the ultimate genesis of all true culture, the most profound insights into social struggles and politics, and any culture lifted by the hooves of ponies is indeed harmonious until it poisons itself by allowing other elements to become involved.

    Let us take the example of an ordinary pony. Perhaps he is very ordinary to the point of being unexceptional—in a time of peace. There, he quietly does his part within the social and economic order, and he does it without complaining because in his heart he knows that what he does is what his nation requires of him. Perhaps he has come upon hard times, or perhaps he has not found a use for the skill which nature has bestowed upon him—but given the opportunity he will gladly do his part because it is what he knows is right. Unexceptional, yes, but that is what peace requires of those who work for peace. He may have flaws, vices, and so on, but in his heart there is a light that feeds on his knowledge that whatever he may produce will be for the good of the national organism.

    But let us put him now into a less pleasant situation. He is called to fight against a threat from outside; an invader with a less peaceful national character in comparison to his own. Does this pony shy away from the defense of his nation? No. Perhaps he will be led astray by liars and evildoers—as we have seen happen in the past, woefully—but at his heart, his struggle will always be driven by that same light which derives its fuel from what he produces in a time of peace; he needs only a guiding voice to translate the abstractions of his heart into commands his mind can understand. Then he will defend his nation with every ounce of courage that resides in his body. Tasked with the defense of his nation and race he will cease to be ordinary, and instead he will do the most exceptional acts of valor on a daily basis. This is why we say that war can bring out the exceptional qualities in any pony.

    It is this basic desire to defend his race that makes him revile so thoroughly the unmasked destroyers, just as a body's immune system reviles the virus which might try to infect it. But just as he reviles the unmasked destroyer, he also reviles unconsciously those who could mask themselves and blend in to destroy the nation from within.

    Let us now look at the greatest enemy of the equine race: the changeling. Where the pony takes pride in and does everything he possibly can to advance the interests of the harmony of the race and the nation, the changeling will think only of its own interests. It is unchallengeably the most disharmonious of all creatures for this very reason, and also for this very reason, it will remain forever an outsider, only able to shallowly mimic the idealism that drives a pony to sacrifice himself in defense against the barbarians who threaten his community. A changeling, being a paragon of unrestrained egoism, cannot rise above its animalistic nature to contribute to the national well-being; instead, it will blindly suck dry the nation which acts as its host.

    Blindly in this case is not truly an applicable term for what it does, for it knows what the ultimate results of its actions will be—national collapse, contamination of racial purity, general disharmony—but rather than try to avoid these results, it uses them to further exploit the race it wishes to subjugate. This is why changelings in the badlands—ostensibly their natural home, though they have no true home as they are nothing more than national parasites—live in holes in the ground and fight with each other for the smallest of things: with no one but each other to exploit and steal from, and no ingenuity or creativity of their own, they are utterly unable to move forward as a race, and instead remain trapped in a socioeconomic time capsule. In fact, the changeling fits into the middle and higher social classes of every other great nation so well that the very lack of a middle class in its own so-called homeland is proof in itself that the changeling can only succeed with the help of others.

    Our ancestors did not fully understand the extent to which race influences the cycle of a nation, from birth to death. They knew only what was in their hearts—the fervent desire to preserve and advance the blood of the equine race, and to protect their nation from invaders and parasites. But without a conscious understanding of the race question, they could not fully protect themselves; not against the vile machinations of the enemy. Keep in mind that it was not the changeling's innate ingenuity or cleverness that truly allowed it to install itself into our society—for they are no greater in those fields than any other race; perhaps even less so as they are mere mimickers of true life—but rather the trusting, harmonious nature of the pony, who despite his misgivings allowed the changeling to thrive because he assumed that it was the fair way to do things. Because he could not see a difference between himself and the masked changeling, and because certain degenerates and their masters played on his uncertainty and whispered in his ear that they were all equal, he allowed himself to ignore what his heart told him—because he could not imagine that some races are inherently dangerous to him. But they are. And here we stand now.

    What shall be done, now that the problem has been revealed?

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  • Saturday
    Well, it's that time again.

    Time for me to quit the fandom.

    No, just kidding.

    It's time for me to write the next chapter of Solitary Locust! I have it all planned out. Stuff happens! You guys are gonna love it. It's probably going to resolve within 2-3 chapters unless I decide to add a second segment to it based on the ending I have in mind. I dunno. I might just leave it open at the end of the last chapter.

    I was disappointed with the reception of Splinterwood, but I guess it was an experimental idea that people didn't catch onto that easily. But I'm still going to see it through to the end, because I really like the story I have planned out--it's absolutely beautiful, in both an ironically dark and a non-ironic way. Maybe it'll get more attention as it progresses.

    Also, it's time for me to finally get around to fixing up Every Night is a Night of Nightmares so that I can update it. It was originally going to be clop, but I decided to make it not clop, and that kind of gummed up the process because I didn't want to go back and edit it to remove some of the fetishy elements. But I guess it's high time I did that, right? I have the next chapter partly finished anyway.

    Spunk Science has a half-finished update, too. I really hate that it got so popular, but I'll continue it, I guess.

    And lastly: people have been asking for an update of Cold Lightning. I have no idea where to go with it! My original idea turned out to be too time-consuming to produce in full. But I do want to continue it, so I'll start planning out something for that.

    23 comments · 286 views
  • 1w, 4d
    I shall now encourage you to read "Music To His Ears" by Lady Froey.

    Music To His Ears

    Vinyl Scratch is well known as DJ PON-3 across Equestria. Other than her music career, however, not much is known of the pony’s personal life as she struggles with her identity, music, and coping with the effects of her actions on others.

    I shall now encourage you to read this because Froey, who is one of my best friends, has been working on it for over a year and it's really good.

    18 comments · 227 views
  • 1w, 6d
    Every horrible story on fimfic lost a vote, or how I learned to stop shitposting and write more poni.

    [8:31:59 PM] Spookysprite: Yo I have a question. Is there any way to wipe my voting history entirely?

    [8:32:13 PM] Spookysprite: or change everything to upvotes?

    [8:32:22 PM] Obsy-Wobsy-Woo: I can wipe it altogether

    [8:32:35 PM] Spookysprite: That'd be cool.

    Now I can say that no stories have downvotes from me on them, hekek.

    I've decided not to downvote stuff anymore. It's part of my recent self-improvement drive. Also, my criticism will be limited to constructive comments only, except maybe the occasional review of an absolutely abysmal story. As much as I personally dislike most of the stories that get posted on here, people enjoy writing and reading them, and I guess that's what matters. Yeah, it's less funny in the short run, but I want people to actually respect me as an author again instead of thinking of me as that weird shitposter who makes clever but ultimately pointless comments on hundreds of stories.

    Honestly I feel like I've lost sight of why I came on here, which was to have fun and post pony stories. A lot of people actually hate me because I've been so nasty to them about their stories or about stories they like. Although it's mildly amusing to post crap on a shitty fic or be "that one commenter", I feel like it's destroying people's ability to take my stories seriously and causing other authors to develop an intense dislike of me on the basis of my comments alone. I don't really want that. I want to get along with people.

    So, yeah.

    Carry on.

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Lightning Dust wakes up late, to another grey, gloomy day. She's cold and tired, and she's never felt so terrible in her life. But really, all she needs is to get back into a routine, or to see her friends, or to sleep a little bit longer... then she'll be fine.

Really.

Inspiration.

"Jesus, man."

TheAspiringWriter93

"I'm sad now. Like.. you don't even know."

thedarkprep

First Published
24th Oct 2013
Last Modified
24th Oct 2013
#1 · 51w, 6d ago · 3 · 1 ·

Goddammit, Para.

You keep doing this to me.

And I'm just stupid enough to keep reading... :pinkiesick:

#2 · 51w, 6d ago · 3 · 1 ·
#3 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·
#4 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

This mood is basically my entire life, but nowhere near to this extent. It seems our tiny insect bodies are full negativity, eh parasprite?

#5 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

[18:44:25] Selbi: you

[18:44:28] Selbi: god

#6 · 51w, 6d ago · 6 · 1 ·

>>3392955

sometimes we're happy

sometimes we're sad

sometimes we're sadder

#7 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3392964

There's some sad things known to man,

But there ain't too much sadder than

The tears of a clown,

When there's no one around.

#8 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

Damn.

Good job, man.

#9 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

Gloomy Everyday

I know that feeling :eeyup:

#10 · 51w, 6d ago · 9 · ·

Fuck you Para, fuck you.

I was happy, I got a A on my Spanish test... by cheating, :moustache:, today was 50 cent hot wings day in the cafeteria... I got 15. Today was a good day.

And then... I read this... and now I'm upset, sad, and I almost felt a tear.  Almost.

That's really commendable, since the only fics that make me cry are one's that have Spike dying. I don't even like Lighting dust! And this will be the only Lighting Dust story in my favs.

#11 · 51w, 6d ago · 3 · ·

"Jesus, man."

—TheAspiringWriter93

#12 · 51w, 6d ago · 5 · ·

>>3392994

I lawled at this.

#13 · 51w, 6d ago · 3 · ·

Goddamn it. This really brightened up my day. Thanks.

#14 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·
#15 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

Damn

#16 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

Damn, this actually made me feel a little sad... Parasprite, what the hell have you done to me?

#17 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393045

Just some minor alterations to your emotional processing unit.

#18 · 51w, 6d ago · 2 · ·

>>3393045

He'll tell you soon.

A few hours.

Later.

Tomorrow.

Some day.

#19 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393061

Damn it, I just managed to get it right! :raritycry:

#20 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393063

He replied.

Your predictions were false.

#21 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393071

deep down, he knew i would

#22 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393076

Is he... a prophet!? All this time, the answer to my questions has been lurking here!

#23 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393071

But what if he was lying to cover up the truth? What if it was too painful (or too hilarious to watch you be sad) to inform you of the truth, and he planned to tell you later? Or tomorrow? Some day?

>>3393076

Look at dat poker face. The small smile, and green beady eyes. You know I'm right.

#24 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393089

Ditt liv det har inga färger

Din själ den har ingen nyans

Du fullständigt hatar allt som lever

Du vill inte vara här,

Du vill vara någon annastans

Någon annastans

Din passion den är ogenomträngbar

För din vilja att rasera andras liv

Du önskar ingen annan någon glädje

Du drömmer om en värld i flammar

Tellus i brand

Död åt alla - död åt absolut allt

Död åt alla - död åt absolut allt

Död åt alla - död åt absolut allt

Död åt alla - död åt absolut allt

Aldrig har du sett något så vackert

Som när pulsen slutar slå

Aldrig har du skådat sådan skönhet

När pulsen slutar slå

Visst är det vackert vännen

När pulsen slutar slå

Se till att det sker med omnejd

Att pulsen slutar slå

#25 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393089

Or what if you were wrong? What then, huh?

#26 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393112

Then Lightning Dust's crushing ennui would be just a minor speed bump on the road of your life. If I were right, then we'd all be doomed.

>>3393094

Yep, we'd be doomed.

#27 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393134

So the world is cursed to damnation if you're right? Well, at least I know what the cause of the apocalypse is going to be. One day, one day, you're going to get something right, and humanity will suffer for it.

#28 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393142

Meh.

The apocalypse can happen some other time...

You know.

Tomorrow.

Three weeks from now.

...Later.

#29 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393212

The apocalypse cannot happen while I exist, for I will stand before the endless tide of flame in golden spandex, and I will single handedly drive back the the end. It will be glorious.

#31 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393222

The glory of such an actions doesn't even touch you; what are you, demon?!

#32 · 51w, 6d ago · · 6 ·

Flames- The pain of being a former wonderbolt...:fluttershysad: I know that.

#33 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393239

we are legion

#34 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393245

how am i supposed to respond to this

#35 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393246

Then you are nought but another bringer of the end times, I shall vanquish you will the spandex of light!

#37 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393261

Gah, my eyes... they burn

#38 · 51w, 6d ago · · 7 ·

>>3393252 Amethyst Shadows- If you know the same problem Derpy has.... I has it.:fluttershysad: Despite being a great flier, they didn't trust my impaired vision...

#39 · 51w, 6d ago · 4 · ·

>>3393275

seriously how am i supposed to respond to this

:rainbowhuh:

#40 · 51w, 6d ago · · 2 ·

>>3393281 Amethyst- Hell, were you in the wonderbolt academy?:applejackunsure:

#41 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

Good god.  This hits, dude.

This hit hard.

Well done.

~Skeeter The Lurker

#42 · 51w, 6d ago · 3 · ·

hnnnf :raritydespair:

i

i can't

Jesus, dude. You keep doing this. Why do you keep doing this.

I don't think I've ever seen depression written so well. So viscerally - enough to feel it. Reminding you of every time you felt like that (although never to Lightning Dust's extent, at least not for me. I don't suffer from depression, but there are days. My inspiration tends to be cyclic, with me being productive for months at a time, then pretty useless for months at a time - during the latter period, I'm prone to being unable to derive satisfaction from things, stress, and moping. I usually drown myself in fic; video games don't help unless they're new and I don't know the story yet.) The hopelessness, the greyness, the lack of satisfaction in anything. Augh. That hurt. Mood = brutalized. And I was just feeling so good about myself for finishing some physics notes. Thanks a lot.

One thing that really impresses me over this - unrelatedly - is that you aren't really confined to your own headcanon when you write. You can write a story about psychotic Lightning Dust - you can write a story about depressed Lightning Dust. You don't limit yourself to your own singular views on how you think things would play out, or on how you see a character. So kudos to that.

So... rock on, parasprite. Keep brutally mauling everyone's feels. We lovehate you for that.

#43 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

Well done on the non mature feature, man.

(It has yet to hit the mature feature side as of writing this.)

Well done on feature.

~Skeeter The Lurker

#44 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

Great story Para. An emotional peek into the mind of the severely depressed. Damn fine work as always.

Damn, I feel sad now. I'mma go read something happy and pone pone.

#45 · 51w, 6d ago · 1 · ·

I'm not crying but I think tears are forming in my eyes, I can relate to some moments here. Well done again Para.

#46 · 51w, 6d ago · 2 · ·

The disrepair of her house reflects the state of her soul. Mare needs pillz. Sorry about yours, Para.

>>3393245

>>3393275

>>3393319

Either don't roleplay, or explain that you are. :ajbemused:

#47 · 51w, 6d ago · · 4 ·

>>3393629 Amethyst, a wall-eyed Pegasus, who has a brother in the wonderbolts. Hello there.:twilightsheepish:

#48 · 51w, 6d ago · 3 · ·

>>3393642

Who is Flames?

:pinkiegasp: Oh wait I don't care.

#49 · 51w, 6d ago · 1 · 5 ·

Am I a monster for not getting any feels from this? I mean, it was a good look into the mind of the depressed, but I only get the slightest feel of contempt. According to genetics and physicians, I should be a depressed wreck... I've never felt depressed for more than a few hours every blue moon or so. I simply beat it down with my will until I fall asleep, then I wake up fine. I can't help but feel contempt for those that allow mental issues to overpower their wills.

Meh.

#50 · 51w, 6d ago · · ·

>>3393690

nah. I didn't expect everyone to enjoy it. Thanks for reading and leaving some feedback!

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