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Troublesome Beast

I don't know, man. Those weasels were on fire when I got here.

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  • 38 weeks

    Fleeting thing, that, completion. But occasionally, found. Another one finished. I've decided to put the bridge and the follow-up as separate fics, to preserve theme a it better.

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  • 39 weeks

    Just in case I'm not the only one who didn't see my update go, Part II of Heavenly Press is up. There will be a part III before the bridge.

    Side note: anyone with some ideas for some other SFW Celestia muscly pics to use as a cover story for the follow up, I'd appreciate it a lot. Thanks for your time and your interest!

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  • 39 weeks
    Regarding editing

    As has been the case with my other recent fics and chapters, this is self-edited, and if a lawyer who represents themselves has a fool for a client, an author who edits themselves does so blindly. If I've missed anything, please PM me; I'll try to correct. My apologies for the somewhat unchecked purpling of prose and muscling of bodies.

    ... okay, not that last one.

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  • 39 weeks
    Thoughts on Pressing Matters

    At this point in my life, pressing matters are mainly health, and financial. Pain of the body, pain of the heart, and the pain of bills. But it does sadden me a bit that it's hard going even trying to self-edit further chapters of Hunting Season, a planned follow-up I'd started for that, Twilight's Thrones, and any of the other things I'd planned or started.

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  • 46 weeks


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Because you people are crazy... · 6:53am Jul 18th, 2016

More purple terribadness, since people insist, and somehow got to my spouse. This time, from a dreamscape, so extra purple.

Hopper knew he had to reach the shape-shell before it reached that hole. As his boots trod in the wasted rot of an apocalypse golem's corpse, he knew he wouldn't make it. As he breathed the outgassing of rent and spent reality, of armageddon's decay, he knew that he was dying with each stride. He sped up anyway, vast muscles pumping, wings lifting lightly to jump from impenetrable corridor to impenetrable corridor. At least he'd convinced her to leave him behind, even if they weren't then, yet.

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I wanna, I wanna read this story! I wanna! I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna!

Stop teasing me!!!

4098995 My spouse is pushing me along, and it is therapeutic for the pain. I may just publish when I finish day 21, with spoiler warnings.

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