On the status of stories. · 12:41am
So, I am still writing both Young Love and Discord's Favorite Student. The lack of updates for the both of them has nothing to do with a lack of interest or intent to finish them, but actual, real time constraints.
As proof that I intend to indeed finish them, here's part of the first half of the in-progress chapter for Discord's Favorite Student.
But to avoid spoilers, I ran it through Gizoogle.
All strong curse words are replaced with emotes, for the sake of censoring.
Twilight Sparkle was under tha impression dat she knew every last mutha pony whoz ass came tha fuck into Golden Oaks library, which was straight-up blingin ta her own underground satisfaction wit her game fo' realz. Admittedly, a lil' small-ass part of her panged fo' mo' ponies ta wanna come ta tha library yo, but even she knew there was times where her dope ass didn't straight-up expect other ponies (there was no strangers when one lived up in Ponyville, afta all) ta strutt all up in tha door.
was bout ta be thinkin dat freaky biatch had a list of all tha ponies whoz ass would come all up in tha library doors yo. Her playas, of course, was on tha top of dat list, followed by tha varyin tradesponies dat came tha into it fo' reference texts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Then there came tha influx of twenty or so ponies whoz ass arrived ta tha library durin tax season, ta look up one of her copiez of Equestriaz tax code, which often resulted up in her bustin a load of time bustin other ponyz taxes ta pay fo' tha libraryz upkeep. Of course, tha library was done cooked up a heritage joint some hundred mutha years ago yo, but she was horny bout ta be thinkin dat biiiiatch wasn't bein selfish when dat biiiiatch went all up in her own tax forms n' checked off dat dat biiiiatch was, up in fact, merely a posse worker whoz ass operated a non-profit library.
To put it up in layponies terms, dat biiiiatch was like surprised when dat biiiiatch strutted downstairs ta make fruity-ass malt liquor n' found a lil' small-ass pink filly waitin at a table, frownin at a textbook.
In her kitchen.
Twilight looked all up in tha filly, whoz ass was now lookin at her back yo. Her frown stayed on her face, n' Twilight could only frown back.
"Cracka," Twilight holla'd slowly, "I be sorry yo, but dis aint part of tha library fo' realz. And tha library don't open up in a hour. , dis aint no joke. Three pm on workdays. Get yah white ass out."
"I know." tha filly holla'd, not a lil' bit of hesitation up in her voice, "Da door wasn't locked."
Diamond Tiara just stared at her, frowning.
"Arn't you a ?"
Twilight blinked again.
"Excuse me ?"
"Are-you-a-." tha pink filly holla'd slowly, pointedly, as if she assumed dat Twilight was tha exact opposite of one. "Just asking."
Twilight Sparkle blinked once more, a thin frown formin on her face. "Did Spike let you in?"
Twilight forced her mutha ass ta nod without bustin anythang else, like a scream.
"No. Yo ass didn't answer mah question, miss."
Twilight wasn't aware dat tha word miss could sound so much like slave, n' as her coffee-deprived mind started ta churn n' twist up in order ta figure up what, exactly, caused a lil' small-ass pink filly ta end up her her den without her knowledge, her big-ass booty suddenly realized she knew dis filly.
"Who tha is yo' mamma's baby daddy?"
Da pink filly shrugged her lil shouldaz dismissively. "Dat Filthy Rich."
Twilight almost, almost, holla'd suttin' along tha linez of 'Well, whatz his name.' yo, but then she realized tha filly up in her doggy den was Diamond Tiara, which didn't straight-up mean much, up in tha long run yo, but there was tha fact dat dat biiiiatch was up in her house, smokin her chicken, eating her kibble.
"Filthy Rich, biatch? Da balla of Barnyard Bargains?"
"Duh." tha pink filly replied afta another bite of cereal, "I thought a like you would know tha name of tha richest pony up in dah ghetto."
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