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Kuyashii


In defense of our dreams

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  • Wednesday
    Meaning of Kuyashii

    "Kuyashii is that feeling after failure. Not that downtrodden feeling of being beaten and defeated, no. It's that feeling when you're dropped from the team at the last minute. It's what makes you slam your fist at the turf when you've missed a sitter. It's what makes grown men cry on the pitch after losing at the Champions League or World Cup finals. So close, could have done better. It's that

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  • 1 week
    Once More, With Feeling

    From The Ashes
    Fall 2024

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  • 484 weeks
    Snippet from the PGMH sequel


    A crash, followed by a roar. Someone was struggling. There was a dull thunk, and the solid smack of somebody hitting the floor. She looked toward the tiny window, thin as her horn near the top of the door, but couldn’t see anything.

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  • 487 weeks
    Never Too Late

    As promised, my year-end blog post on the status of the PGMH sequel!

    I'm so thankful for the likes and views it has received thus far. If you enjoyed the read, I can honestly say that I consider us friends. This has been one of the most personal bits of writing I've completed thus far, and I'm blown away that others find it worth their time. Thank you!

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  • 493 weeks
    The future of the ponies

    So, PGMH is finished! This is a huge milestone for me, as it's an adventure I began nearly two and a half years ago. It's a significant personal achievement, and I hope you all enjoyed the final product =)

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Jan
17th
2015

Snippet from the PGMH sequel · 9:12am Jan 17th, 2015


A crash, followed by a roar. Someone was struggling. There was a dull thunk, and the solid smack of somebody hitting the floor. She looked toward the tiny window, thin as her horn near the top of the door, but couldn’t see anything.

The old, rusty iron hinges protested, as the magically reinforced wooden door squeaked open. The light from the torches burning outside was blinding after spending so long in the shadows. Celestia raised a hoof to shield her eyes.

She heard the soft patter of feet approach from across the room. Two-legged, not four. Someone knelt down beside her.

“Princess Celestia?”

She lowered her foreleg.

“Human,” she whispered. It was all she could manage—she hadn’t heard her own voice since she arrived.

He smiled.

“We’ve come to bring you home.”

Hard at work on the sequel, bridging timelines and letting the story unravel organically. I'm very nervous-cited, and I can't wait to share it with you all! :pinkiehappy:

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