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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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  • 6 days
    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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  • 1 week
    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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  • 2 weeks
    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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  • 3 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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  • 4 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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Feb
27th
2021

Disappearing in the Volume · 12:37am Feb 27th, 2021

Where does everything go when there is too much of it?
Some articles of life appears easier to ignore the larger of a quantity there is. Perhaps it relates to the forest, stocked with trees and yet we rarely pay attention to particular trunks. Would then the best way to ignore something, to expose yourself to it, until it was no longer part of your conscious intake?
Perhaps that is a way addiction starts.


Happy Filthy Friday~.

Keep on the lookout for a new artpack.

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