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Septia


This page is for the lewd and depraved writing concocted by Septia. Naturally, only the pony related gets posted here. For the rest of my work, head to my Eka's or FurAffinity.

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  • Saturday
    I dread the Clouds

    As storm clouds loom ahead, I upon my bed, and knit a pouch or sorrows, to carry for tomorrow. I line the piping in dread, and thread the warp with fear, and once the pouch is woven, I wash it out with tears.
    Come bright morrow I step outside, bag of mine in hand,
    It is filled with bright thoughts and fantasies, I carry across the land.

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 1 week
    Rousing learning

    I look upon the fruit's grandeur: its shell vibrant with a scintilla sheen of its hues. Within housing pods of nourishing, supple syrup. Each pod holds a seed, the intended recipient of the fruit's benefits. Were it not for the seed, there would be no fruit, were it not for the seed, there would be no plant. And yet here I stand, holding the fruit, claimed for my own. What right do I have to it?

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  • 2 weeks
    A kneading Experience

    Sometimes I just want to bake bread. What kind? One I can knead, one which I can force all the thoughts and distresses of the day to day into, one that not only is capable of taking the force, but will grow from it, will mature and develop until it is presentable. I strive to do the same.
    One day I will develop gluten.

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 3 weeks
    Curiosity's Call

    Morbid curiosity has gotten me further than I would like to admit, times I prod past the veil of taboo and work my way into someone's deb. There is only so much to a person's physical form, and the grander your understanding of it, the closer you get to the spirit. For if you can understand its control scheme, the way it has to puppeteer this meat suit, the more your grasp its limits the further

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  • 4 weeks
    Too short, but for too long

    I don't like measuring my progress in years, because it starts to feel too short, a year is such a large span of time, we have a double digit of them in a life, and to think I spent so much of that without a clear purpose, is scary. Thankfully, it is easier to forget than to think.

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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Sep
1st
2017

A new writing age, Time to plant more grass · 9:51pm Sep 1st, 2017

Looks like it has already been a week in the new age, and honestly it is alright~. This place is still quite friendly.
A special birthday gift arrived at my door today, can't say what it is, but it made me happy.

There is no new story up today, haven't gotten much with ponies. Though, might see some again shortly.

To those few who read this, you know I already like you, but have an extra hug~.

Enjoy your Filthy Friday~.

Comments ( 5 )

I'm liked? This is quite surprising!

4655167
Silly horse, you have been liked all the time.
Just don't accept it much.

4656032
So, I know you said you can't say what your special birthday gift was, but can you give us a hint? From the title, I can only assume it's either literal grass for your lawn, or it's marijuana seeds. I'm more than likely wrong, though. Probably a car or something.

EDIT: I won't shout out loud the guesses I do have, in case it does set people off in a chain reaction.

4656082
It was not something exorbitant as a car. But it was a rather rare book that I thought wouldn't be found again.

4657090
Oh, damn! Nice!

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