Huh? Oh yeah! This website exists!

Just browsing my laptop and found a bookmark for some random ass group on this site here. Turns out I completely forgot about this website entirely!

Shocked to see activity on my stories, like comments and that, as recent as 2021. Mindblowing that!

Read through a few things, a few comments and chapters I've posted before. Kinda cringe in parts but I don't regret this part of my life and I'm glad I could entertain people too. It's been good!

All my ideas are in my head somewhere so who knows, maybe I'll actually finish MLR at somepoint.

I'm still trying to write real things that might get published, helpfully inspired by some of my fics here. You won't believe what I managed to pull out of Apple "Buck" Season. Completely unrecognisable that it could have ever been inspired by it but just you wait, there will be a film one day!

Got some sketches on my YouTube if any wants a look. This is my best one but give them all a watch! https://youtu.be/jjVq6gMSMfs

Anyway, here's a little treat of something horse related I've started as a tie in to my "Back to Equestria" story that I'm trying to pull into non MLP stuff. It's currently called "It's just one of those days"

Enjoy!

In any other circumstances it would have been considered as impolite or even, god forbid, downright rude, but this was no ordinary circumstance. Jim burst into Ed’s room without so much regard as to knock first or announce himself. Fortunately Ed was awake and sat at his desk, watching a screen with a glazed look about him, so out of reality that the bedroom door slamming into the wall barely registered.

Slowly Ed turned his head to see the disturbance, to see Jim standing in the doorway wearing his pyjamas and a grimace of pure, unadulterated, intellectual pain. Something was in his mind’s eye, something so unfathomable, that it would not have been a surprise if he collapsed in pile of existential agony. Ed was nonplussed, indifferent and ignorant to his suffering; it was still a bit early and he hadn’t finished his tea yet.

“Jim?” he asked after some moments once he realised Jim wasn’t just lost on the way to the bathroom.

Jim couldn’t respond. Words formed in his mind but as they tumbled their way to his mouth his tongue refused to say them for the absurdity was too great. And it went on, with a few single words falling out but he questioned every one.

Ed Meanwhile sat staring, waiting for something to happen, as his peripheral gaze began to focus on the video he was watching instead of job hunting, and soon his care for Jim waned. That was until a word exploded from him like a cork erupting from a particularly stubborn champagne bottle, followed by the champagne of Jim’s incoherent ramblings pouring quickly and clumsily into the champagnes flutes that were Ed’s ears, spilling over the rim and making a mess on the floor. Very little went in.

“Oh,” Ed mumbled once silence fell and he returned his attention to the laptop’s seductive glow.

“What?!” Jim yelled, voice breaking. “Didn’t you hear what I said?”

Ed shrugged in response.

And for the second time the word came out. “Unicorn. In the garden!”

It took a second, his brow furrowing deeper alongside the word in his brain. “Wait, what?”

Jim nodded fervently and gestured to garden.

“A unicorn? Like an actual unicorn?”

“Yeah. A real life, small horse-thing with a horn and everything. Come on!”

Ed stood quickly, grabbed his mug of tea and followed Jim into the garden.

In the damp dew of a not too early morning stood two young men and one creature that was most definitely a real life, small horse-thing with a horn and everything. None of them did much but stare or eat grass.

“That’s-,” Ed stopped to sip his tea, “-that’s definitely a unicorn.”

It was quite a small unicorn, presumably, and stood about waist height, not including the horn. Its white coat and mane would have been majestic in a setting more ethereal than a wintry, overgrown garden in the north of England. The shed in particular offered a dilapidated feel that ruined the serenity of the scene.

The unicorn looked up at the pair and swallowed the grass in its mouth. The steam wafted away from Ed’s mug, mingling with the crisp morning air, as the two parties watched each other. It was outwardly a peaceful moment. Internally Jim was freaking out as horses had always freaked him out, while Ed was still taking it all in. The peace was ruined however when the unicorn did something unexpected.

“Umm-,” it said, only to be cut off by the pair of humans making a noise each they’d never be able to replicate, followed by the sounds of slippers and flip-flops across the paving. They fought each other to get into the house, with tea spilling and dressing gowns flapping wildly in the chaos, and slammed the door behind them.

“That wasn’t a horse sound,” Ed rationalised much more calmly than Jim.

“It spoke?” Jim said on the brink of tears.

“Definitely not a horse sound.”

“It SPOKE!”

Ed grabbed Jim by the shoulders and shook him violently, “Get a grip,” he yelled, not noticing he too needed a little grip himself. “You heard it too, right?”

Jim nodded.

“It said umm.”

“It said umm.”

“It can probably say other things too?”

“Oh Ed, don’t say that.” Jim’s poor, poor mind couldn’t take any more of this. Years of mundane adulthood had eroded his sense of wonder into cynicism and his brain could no longer rationalise anything as magical as a real life unicorn.

“Should we talk to it?”

“Are you mental? It will kill us!”

“W-what? Where’d you get that idea from?”

“Have you seen its horn? That’ll skewer us no problem.”

Ed nodded. “That’s a good point. But we gotta do something. It’s out there, doing unicorn shit, and we can’t have the neighbours seeing it.”

Jim giggled. “Ha… neigh.”

“One of us has to go out there again. Maybe it’s friendly?”

“Maybe its evil.”

“Too small to be evil.”

“What does that even mean, Ed?”

Ed fumbled a few syllables as he had no idea. “Whatever. One of us has to.”

“Bagsy not it.”

“Whoa, hang on. I’m not doing it.”

“Rock paper scissors who does it?”

Ed stood by the backdoor holding the largest, heaviest frying pan they owned as a weapon and psyched himself up.

“Go on then,” Jim egged.

“One sec.” Ed fastened his dressing gown tightly.

“What’s that for?”

“Protection.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot it’s made out of… fucking… like, metal or whatever.”

Ed hadn’t the energy to insult that pathetic comeback as all of it was in use for the more pressing matter of the unicorn in the garden. He stepped outside and walked down the short path at the side of the house, knowing that in a few seconds the unicorn will be in his sights, and therefore he’d also be in the unicorn’s sights as well. He wished in that moment he had better footwear as slippers didn’t offer much in the way of defence or manoeuvrability. So desperately he craved for that pair of steel toe-capped boots in the attic; they’d really hurt if I throw them, he thought.

As the unicorn’s white coat came into view he screwed his face up to look as angry as possible and stepped out, summoning all his ferocity to yell, “You there!”

The unicorn looked up with a gasp at the sight of this creature holding a weapon. “Please, there is no need for that,” she said reassuringly. “I mean you no harm.”

Ed’s fierce expression seamlessly morphed into confusion at the soothing voice that came out of a horse’s mouth. The frying pan lowered as well but not so much that he couldn’t bring it up again. He stood a little closer to hear her better. “H-hi.”

“Hi. So sorry about all this but… I’m a little lost and was wondering if you could help me?”

Meanwhile, Jim was watching from a small gap in the curtains. Ed was still alive and seemed unharmed, while the unicorn appeared to be talking for a minute or two before Ed came back. At the sound of the secret knock they had developed moments ago, Jim unlocked the door and let Ed back in, securing the house behind him.

“Well?” Jim asked eagerly. “What?”

Ed stared at his feet, or at least in the direction of his feet, and spoke with the calm tone of a man about to completely lose his shit. “She spoke English. Like, I mean she spoke perfect English. Grammar and everything but not in a pretentious way.”

“Okay. What did it say?”

“No idea.”

“What do you mean no idea?!” Jim yelled. “You were talking to it for five minutes!”

“Well I’m sorry, Jim,” Ed yelled back, the calm demeanour giving itself away at the accusation. “Why don’t you go out there and have a conversation with something that should talk? Go on. Go ask the bloody toaster how its day has been!”

It was said in jest but the pair froze, looking slowly towards the kitchen and listening intently just in case. It was just one of those days.

Out of fear of their appliances gaining a sudden sentience Ed said, “L-let’s just go talk to her.”

The pair returned to the unicorn again, frying pan in hand but less threateningly wielded, and watched her for a moment. She was looking around at her surroundings, taking in her new predicament, and the pair sensed a slight hint of fear in her eyes when they eventually met again.

“Ah. Hello again,” she said sweetly.

“Hi,” Ed replied politely, which was not what Jim did.

“Oh my god it talked. It really talked. With English words and everything like a real person.” He began pacing the garden, making sure to keep his distance.

“Is he alright?” the Unicorn asked.

“He will be. I hope. Just was not expecting this. Not on a Thursday.” Ed didn’t know why he added this detail as on any day of the week he would not expect to be talking to a unicorn in the garden.

“Oh, okay. I myself wasn’t planning on ending up outside my realm either. It was a bit of a shock to be… here.”

Ed noticed the disappointment in her voice. Clearly the unicorn was used to residing in gardens whose owners had easy access to lawnmowers and the like. Not that he cared. After all, there was a unicorn. In the garden. It was a sentence he had to keep telling himself.

“Oh where are my manners?” the unicorn spoke. “My name is Florianna. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She bowed her head in respect.

“Ed. He’s Jim.”

“What?” the mention of his name brought him back to the situation at hand.

“Nothing, just saying our names.”

“What did you do that for?” he whispered harshly.

“What… what do you mean? Just being polite is all.”

“Stupid idea,” Jim grumbled.

“So, Florianna, what…” Ed stuttered for a while as the question formed while he spoke, his hands spinning slowly around each other as to mimic the cogs in his brain turning. “What brings you here?”

“Well, Ed, that’s just the thing. I haven’t a clue.”

“You gonna kill us?” Jim interjected, receiving a slap from his friend and a horrified gasp from his guest.

“Dude! Don’t be like this.”

“What? Horses can kill in a single kick. I know this one is small but I don’t fancy our chances with that horn waving around. Gonna have eyes out I bet.”

An aggravated sigh came from a now stood unicorn along with an authoritative stamp of a hoof. “Firstly, I assure you I have no intention of causing anyone any harm. Secondly, I do request you do not refer to me as a horse as this is considered a derogative term amongst my people.”

“Fuck me, she can use big words,” Jim muttered, all thought of his impending death vanished.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I do not know how I ended up here in your garden.” She used the term very loosely as weeds alone do not make a true garden. “All I do know is I must figure out a way back, however long it takes.”

“Right,” Ed said calmly, unaware that there may be a subtext he’s missing.

“And you two seem like nice fellows.”

This was when it dawned on him, and suddenly he was plunged into a task he was not prepared for but knew it was a part of him somewhere deep down. A part of his culture, his ancestry, his traditions. He was thrown into the deep end as this was something far beyond the scope of anything he had ever been taught.

He gulped down the nervous catch in his throat and gestured politely towards the house. Jim saw what he was doing and didn’t stop him, he knew it was the right thing to do. And with his next sentence he had sealed their fate. “Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?”

Hope y'all are doing okay! I'll see ya around! Peace out Bronies!

(I tried to include a picture of me dabbing but I couldn't figure out the upload so use your imagination)