New Story and Announcement

Firstly... I have a new story out! It's NSFW, so I can't link it here, but please read it! I think it turned out great, and it's been a hot minute since Iwas as proud of a story as I am this one. The synopsis, and then a bit of an announcement:

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before..."

Scarlet has an interest in vampires, as an idea. Perique has an an interest in bloodplay. These things go together rather well, and together these two lovers embark on a journey deep into their own fantasies to explore parts of themselves that don't always get to be on display in the foreboding halls of the Castle Blood, a playground for those who want to explore fantasies of a darker sort.

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So... I found a mod.

I'm going to play around with it this week and next, and then I will be trying out a LEt's Play series/stream with this. This is something I can make a narrative out of, I think. Watch through this campaign and the other ones he did, because it is absolutely fascinating.

Tell me a story in the comments!

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[Ice Star]

I'm trying to work on a biggo word count chapter for my latest longfic... that's it.

[Super Trampoline]

Once there were two batponies and they finally met at BronyCon 2018 and there was much SKREEEEEEing to be had.

[Holy]

How many ghosts do you think actually live in a ghost town? It has to be named that for a reason. The soft brush of the wind against the orange dust spun it around those decrepit wooden buildings through all the cracks and crevices as well as the shop signs that were even still hanging. That sharp metal creak was the only sound around, at least, the only sound I could hear. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine the town when the mines weren't dry: the knock of the boots on the wooden walkways, the sound of horses getting antsy from being hitched too long, and the occasional bottle cracking when the rowdiest of the boys got a little too much. Almost, anyway.

All that was left was that creak of rusty metal against the wind and maybe the random groan of one of the buildings as it slowly died. I wondered how long it would take before the air and the rain chewed away at all the wood and and the nails and there wasn't anything left. Didn't seem like long now. If I got off my horse and tried it, I could probably just push through a lot of these old boards, but I thought it better to just let the corpses of the once-lively town be. If there were any ghosts around, they wouldn't appreciate my meddling anyhow.

I dug my spurs into the horse's side and eased her along main street. At least that's what they used to call a street. Dirt and dust don't really qualify for the name these days. Memories of the western mud between my fingers flooded back, along with it flying through the air at the neighbor boys and the scolding it got me afterwards. Nothing but dust flew up from this trail now. Maybe it'd rain once or twice this year. The ghosts would probably like that; looks like it gets kinda boring around here otherwise.

Another few steps and I was there. The old tailor's shop. The window once filled with the most vibrant of colors and beautiful of dresses now was home to nothing but drab browns and grays and an endless darkness. Nothing filled with that much life and color deserved to succumb to a fate like this. Here it was anyway. I could see what was left of the fabric in the window: faded, torn, rotten. Probably beyond even smelling like anything out here in the heat. The scent would always flow out the door and a good ways down main street. Neighbors liked to complain but the tailor didn't ever stop. She had her own ideas of how the world should be, and not smelling like sweat and dirt was one of them.

I pulled out a little bloom of desert gold from a satchel. Found it sitting under the shade of a cactus outside of town before rolling in. I threw the sunflower down onto the steps up to the old shop. Momma would have been proud to see her boy bringing a little color back to her shop. Ten years too late, it seems.

I close my eyes and try to get off a prayer, but the infernal squeaking of those damned hinges wouldn't give me a single moment. Maybe some ghost would be kind enough to swing it off for me. Though probably not. You take one last look around at the rot that surrounded you: the black, splotched wood, the dirt-covered walkways, the broken doors and the shattered windows. How did it all get like this? I didn't think even a ghost would want to live like that. Maybe they don't. I grit my teeth as the sound of those rusty hinges become unbearable. If only something would just make some other noise. I bottle falling off a shelf, a board coming undone and dropping to the floor, a door creaking open... somebody coming out to say something... but nothing. Nothing would bother to greet me out here, and as much as I wanted to think otherwise, nothing ever would. I kick back hard into my horse's sides, so hard she screamed out before bolting off out of town. I couldn't stand to be there another second. There were no ghosts in that ghost town. They left a long time ago too.

There's a story for you.

Tbh I was kinda suprised to see some raunchy stuff from you. I'll be sure to check it out once I get the chance.