More rap Battles incoming but I have two things to say.

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In a ruined castle, with a fallen wall showing a flat grassland expanse, several figures approached one another. From one side came Queen Chrysalis, naked, chained, but upright. Behind her marched armored caribou, with crystal-tipped wands pressed to her sides. From the other side came Queen Phobia the Fir Darrig, a red-bodied fae with a large, blade-like horn with spiky protrusions surrounding the base, serrated-looking shield-shaped wings, spiny protrusions at her elbows and very apparent

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In a misty expanse looking like the steppes butting against a hardwood forest two figures approached one another. Clanking and staggering under heavy chains and dragging an iron ball was a stallion, seemingly clad in nothing but his bindings, emerging from the forest. From the steppe smartly marched a mare in a red-toned military uniform. Shackles on her wrists and ankles trailed broken chains, and she had a hammer and sickle in her hands, the weapons crossed over her chest. The two glared

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It's no secret that a while ago I essentially went missing. From churning out story after story to barely making a sound. I've been meaning to explain. But always found some reason to delay. I guess because I needed everything to level off before I made an attempt.

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Just to note, I am still mostly story-idle. My aunt is... well, let's leave of the personal details. Suffice to say I have slightly more personal time.

But I also have a little free lolly. And spare dosh is usually good for art. But since I want a bit of propaganda art I need some help with short phrases. If you can help with the following please PM me, as the journal system here tends to crash my browser. An asterisk indicates a great need.

Irish Gaelic *
Polish *
Russian

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A full production halt, all stories, and a limited presence, mostly to answer comments and notes.

My aunt, who had successfully beat her cancer, got back from the doctor. Her cancer is either recurring or a new instance is happening. Either way... it's back to chemotherapy for her. And that is... a bit attention-grabbing.

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Something along these lines. Almost exactly like it, actually.

All Cyrillic, with mostly accurate Russian. I won't rewrite too much of it. Maybe with modification to make it double-tall. I want to include some Constrictivist images of the ideal pony prole soldiers.

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As prior journals have expressed, I think a lot about stories, tastes and motivations. Since I have to examine others in isolation or using only inference, I think a lot about my own context and motivations. And one of the things which puzzles me, and always has, was what drove me to sculpt the inner life of Racham as I did. Bronystories helped but the ultimate "soul" of the character was mine to shape, like clay. I placed him on the potter's wheel and sculpted a soul that was shocked by its

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The heat wave has broken, in the main, but I am not back to where I should be. As noted by how long my recent request series took, I started to feel a bit off. I have a very bad attack of allergies and may have a small cold. Depends how the cough goes. Probably just a few days of lethargy and intermittent coughing. But the whole thing reminds me I've just been plugging away madly. I do have so many things in progress. But I also had this unhealthy sense of debt. A self-imposed and fairly

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Just as advance warning, this journal is, in some sense, deeply personal yet also concerned with big issues. Also note that most of this is concerned with issues in the Furry Fandom proper, and not just the Brony subset (And yes, it is a subset, don't make me get the Venn diagrams and truth tables.)

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