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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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  • Today
    The weary folds

    Wayward soul who seeks solace, find your way to me, find your way through cold and sorrows, find your way to me. Find your way through dreadful waters, find your way to me.
    Find the path that few have tread, find your way to me. Find your way through your own strength, find your way to me. Find companions to share the journey, find your way to me.

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  • 1 week
    A Door appearing

    It arrived on my doorstep a few nights ago. I have yet to touch it, yet to acknowledge. It is easier for me to let it lie, let all take its course, to step around the threshold when I am needed outside. Or, to simply stay home, to stay away from the world it came from. Perhaps it is best to leave it be.

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 2 weeks
    The Small Oblivion

    Reclined, relaxed, with the world floating by outside the window, the safety of dullness, of oblivious meandering through thoughtscapes and mirage. Lacking in excitement, though one is cursed to live in interesting time.

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 3 weeks
    Cyclical nature

    We trap ourselves in a cycle, it goes commitment, that reaches deep into the night, and to then rest the brief amount of time I have, to wake up and realise there is more commitment. At which point, instinct delays it, and becomes pushed forward, down the day, into the afternoon. And then work begins again....

    Happy Filthy Friday~.

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  • 4 weeks
    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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Oct
30th
2020

A nightmare of ambitions · 11:00pm Oct 30th, 2020

Wash your hooves, and get some candy ready~. You never know who will come visit.

What nourishment can be gained from negligence? Which method of teaching can instill more knowledge in the bearer? The one where they have everything explained to them, or the one where they figure it out themselves? The one explained to may not grasp its importance. The one grasping for it themselves may not have the resources to even reach it. We rise to learn, we strive to better, and yet we stand on one another's shoulders. Would we ever reach the sky, were there not a mountain of skeletons beneath our feet, their legacy contributing to greatness or peril, a fate we too must face.

Happy nightmare night~.

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