Ahla(n) Wasahhla(n)

You may have noticed I've changed my profile picture, there isn't really a deeper reason for this than the fact that "I wanted a cooler one," so I tried making one. I'm thinking I'll make another one someday; I'm not a big fan of the fact that my avatar is humanoid. I feel a little pressure whenever I see all the anthromorphs in every comments section, and I here I am with a curious mask-face and and a body made for two legs (not that you can really see any of that). I realized the disconformity first (it isn't a thing that gets to me often) in a flashfic thread.

I spend a lot of time in flashfic threads. I'm procrastinating responding to (or at least cogitating about) some feedback in the February Thread right now, actually. Well, I'm also procrastinating a number of other things, but they aren't so close to FimFic. Anyway, the nominal and good judge of the flashfic group (in which are the flashfic threads [duh]) is Loganberry, and I have just discovered he maintains a blog! I have been participating in the contests for a bit now, if there is a thing I have learned about Loganberry, it is that he has a thing for Fluttershy. Especially when she is on a high horse, and when things are related to sex. (Or at the very least, there was once) I had read exceptionally little else into his character, you might say I hadn't read anything into it I considered him an enigma--until this!

Louder Yay is amazingly consistantly updated. I was, frankly, flabberghasted to find that it had been updated naught two days ago. Usually when I stumble into obscure internet content, it's rotting dreams of an empire, or (as is so often the case) a pile of ashes that've already been tossed to the wind (dead YT videos, broken links). I was obliged to read the enticing reflections of a persona who shows relatively few signs of wear. (Though, my standards for internet personas are based on IC, and webcomic authors, neither of whom have reputations for longterm stability). Reading Logan's opinions on the fandom, individual episodes, etc. was interesting. It was engaging to find "ah, so he likes Gabby?" And "he has a lot of posts," and I especially struck by the fact that he seems to have scheduled his time in minute to minute resolution, months ahead of the present day (or that's my impression at least). How would it be to have such a hand in how you spend your time?

I wouldn't know. I spend my time (as you have guessed) focused in long bouts of writing this or that, then pinballing the rest of the day between various distractions. Then my misuse of time catches up to me and I rush to complete what should have already been done! Or, I simply don't do it. It is hard, sometimes. If I could just start at the hard parts, I'd only have the easy parts left, right? But I think the hardest part is starting to do something. Once I have committed, once I am engaged, focus becomes easy. But it's getting there. There's so much I can do inbetween, there's so many other things I could do!

What would I rather have done at the end of the day though? A day of fun with hours of work put off? Or a day of work, spent ignoring distraction (some of whom are quite pressing about not being cut off) with clear horizons? Probably, I could do the necessities first, probably I could spend a day without distractions. Probably I will find a balance that is satisfying if I try. Failing first, and then improving on those failures--failure is a great teacher after all...

Agh.

I will work through my work. I suppose I probably shouldn't spend so much time fussing over it. Though, I guess that's maybe what you're supposed to do in blog posts? I haven't read very many actual blogs, this is not my first time trying to make an actual blog post, the first couple times I tried I just didn't know what would be interesting to talk about. I had little reference for casual blogging.

Welp, to conclude, if want a cool profile picture then you should dm me! Also, Loganberry is interesting, and I can do stuff if I try! Now do some physical exercise! Have a nice night!

P.S.
It would appear this is the first blog post to use "Y/N" and "Voldemort x Reader," so I guess i'm obligated to put some of that into the blog post. This isn't a trollfic, it's just what happens when I don't write with filters. Pls l1k3 & la3ve a gud revouw.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash were engaged in a passionate make out sesh, when all of the suddenly... They were ambushed by! VOLEXIMEORT!?!?!?!?

"IT IS I, TRIXIE RIDDLE!" Screamed Trixie as she crashed down from the rafters of the empty bar. "Avaadacado Cabana!"

You, y/n were sitting nearby in Quills and Sofas before this debacle began. You and Voldemort had recently acquired an apartment in Ponyville after a disastarous relationship reveal party at the Hogwarts School of Prayer and Miracle. You honestly had no idea why Voldemort seemed to be so attached to that school, even after he had publicly reviled it he still seemed to circle back to it far too often. Well, you supposed it had gotten you into a fantasy childrens' cartoon, so maybe there was a silver lining.

You shift on the slightly. Voldemort still wasn't out of the accursed bathroom. What was taking him so long? "Do you have this sofa in red, perhaps?" you ask the proprietor.

The stallion shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. But we can order one if you would like?" He adds a lilting note to the statement, making it more of a request or question than a statement.

"Yes, I'd like that," you say.

"Okay." He gets produces a clipboard, gripping a pen in his teeth the way so many earth ponies were cursed to do. The way you were cursed to. Just like your traitorous best fri--No! You mustn't think about her. She was a fake and a fraud! "Excuse me," says the shop keeper, "What was your name again?"

"Y/N," you say. This is the third time the sofa-charged stallion has asked.

"Y/N," the employee repeats, jotting it down on his clipb0ard. "I've never heard anything like it... Y/N..."

You stare daggers at the stallion. Staring daggers, that's what it's called when you smile enticingly at someone, right?

"Okay, well--"

Just then, the clipboard laden pony spotted out of the corner of eye, two gorgeous mares macking down on one another in the new sofa-bar section of the store.

The clipboard and pen clattered to the ground. "Oh my," the recently-having-dropped-his-stuff pony gasped.

"They're pretty hot," you remark appreciatively. At first you had tried to fight it, but you'd succumb to lust. Since come to Equestria, your sexuality had changed to favor the likes of the natives. It was putting a lot of strain on your relationship with Voldemort honestly. It turned out he was homophobic, which you honestly didn't see coming. The man drives a prius, wasn't he supposed to be a symbol of virtue? Oh, I know it's obvious, but you're a mare, just to clarify. Anyway, yeah you and the shopkeeper just stare in silence for a while.

Then there's a creaking above you. From the rafters, a trail of dust falls ominously towards the salicious scene, and a then a big bang eminated from the creaking rafters above the two lovers. It turned out the bang had been caused by none other than the sky blue and magician outfitted traitorous wench, the unicorn duper who so evidently was not cut out to be anyone's friend but her own, the sociopathic raven who pecked at the corpses of thing better left untouched, none other than Trixie lulamoon!

"It is I" she screams, a notably hoarse/raspy intonation to her previously feminine and loud voice, "TRIXIEMORT!"

You stand up so quickly that you accidentally end jumping up through the roof of the building before punching a hole back through the shingles--pony legs, ammiright?-- "VOLDEMORT?!!!!!!!!!" you question demurely.

"AVACADO CADABBO" Trixie shouts ominously at the who wasn't wearing her hat right now and the consequently unentagling sky blue cyan prismatic mained and petite pegasus with extremely toned physique and a notably fuzzy muzzle who was known as Rainbow Dash who was previously engaged in a steamy smogging with the aforementioned pony.

"Okay, I'm gonna need you to stop using so much description," Y/N remarks.

"Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Voldexmort remarks. "I LOVED YOU!"

"So did I babe, but now that I'm a mare..."

"I KNEW IT, YOU THINK I TAKE ToO LoNg in ThE baTHrOOM!"

"Well I did try out every sofa in the entire store while you were in there."

"That isn't FUNNY!!! I WAS BUSY POSSESSING THIS MARE SO WE COULD BE TOGETHER~"

"Omygod." You realize, Trixie looks just like Gerard Way, it is so hot. "Let's go to Hot Topic together and get you an outfit to work that new body, babe."

"I thought you might like it." Volexmoxrt screams. "Y/N, I have to admit thought that Trixie's head is a mess, we may need to find a new host for me."

"My dad just yelled at me."

"What?"

"Oh what? Sorry I don't know what came over me."

"Y/N, they don't have Hot Topic in Ponyville."

"What about Canterlot?"