Seeing is believing. That is what is said, right? Though that changes drastically with context. In the world as we perceive it, we trust what we can see, we all collectively believe in this interpretation. However, in belief, the object of worship is not, if ever, to be seen. Other than those who believe to have seen it.
But who sees them?

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

5 steps away, I didn't give the time of day.
4 steps away, I had nothing to say.
3 steps away, I attempted to delay.
4 steps past... I hadn't expected it would move so fast.

Happy Clean Friday~.

Either Tuesday, June 12th or 19th

TDays in the Mind of One that is Great and Powerful

• MLP: FiM
• Romance
• Drama
• Slice of Life

After John Radderson and Kurt Smith disappear, Darrell Evenlor gets suspicious, but not worried. Then he turns into his favorite pony, Trixie, and he has some fun.

• Human
• Anthro
• Alt. Universe
• Trixie
• OC
• Other
• Main 6
• Starlight Glimmer

The REAL Mister Pkmn · 120k words  ·  31  17 · 2.2k views

Chapter 26 Excerpt

We’d need an ace up our sleeve to even consider going up against her right now…

Tuesday, June 12th (Earliest) Tuesday, August 28th (Projected Latest Date)

Chapter 3 Excerpt

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Hi, fellas. Been a small while again. My on-again, off-again relationship with horse fic has recently gone on again, and I'm happy to say that I'm doing my best to get back on the horse. I'm gonna be trying to put out a consistent flow of one-shot fics for you guys – little things underneath 10k, more palatable than whatever the hell I was trying to do before. I'm gonna be starting with a few entries into the

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~Ooo, all the grass I am sowing, so there can be food growing,
mares and stallions eat their full, and grow larger than a bull.~

~And once their nice and juicy, what will happen, you'll see,
they'll be stuffed down again, all part of the food chain,
And soon it'll smell a lot, like, methaneeee.~

Ahem.

Also we have a poll for thie week.
What kind of Mouse do you like?

Visit my Eka's Portal or Furaffinity account for the latest story.

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There once, was a creature, from the wilds,
Its apperance, it used, to beguile,
but with claws like knives, and a breath so vile,
its reception, was cheritably, quite mild.
So it found new ways of entry,
Its apperance, quite elementary,
For isn't it so, a single thought is quite strong,
and can dig deep into your memory.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Alrighty then. I'm making a new Halo story today.
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Here's the gist. Twilight, after being rejected because of her suspicions at her brother's wedding, attempts to teleport home to Ponyville. Except she accidentally causes a slipspace rupture due to her stressed-out, miserable state and a magical backlash.

Guess where it sends her?

The Forerunner world of Requiem.

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Howdy folks! So, unfortunately, my NaNoWriMo ambitions... didn't really pan out. Again. Fk.

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When do you guys want to get chapters for Road To Penance? I was thinking Friday nights, but I don't know when most people prefer to read, so you tell me.

Welcome to the second week of "Change, is in July".
The series of stories of changelings continue this week, with a new victim in line, and trans formative deception ahoof in the little town of ponyville. Give it a look for this week's story upload, linked in this blogpost.

Be careful which house you enter this month, some might not be what you expect.

If you want to know more of this month's event then head over to my Eka's or furaffinity profiles, good luck on the hunt~.

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What is it like to come to terms with one's conception? That brief moment where void and existence married, the instant our lives began. What was before? A question often left by the wayside, and yet as relevant as what happens afterwards. Most conclusions draw back to the moment, where we are simply happy to be.
I am happy to be, and I will be happy to have been, for that brief instance in my future.

Happy All Flanks Day~.

Well look at this, another new story to add to my collection. This one will be darker than most my others - but also deeper, and LONGER. Estimates project it'll be over a hundred thousand words, possibly the largest thing I've ever written. So yeah, it'll be big.

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Today we have the continuation of last weeks story, the second chapter to tie it all together.

The story ramps up a bit, going away from some of the calmer slice of life themes to some naughty and lewd slice of life themes.

Pinkie pie plumps up her pudgy plumbings~.
and a naughty way to complete the ribbon on this series.
It gets naughty, it gets foul, pinkie gets nessy, celebratory howl~.

So, hope you enjoy, have a wonderfully Filthy Friday and a fantastic Weekened~.

Three peas in a pod laid resting,
while the morning sun laid cresting,
the pod opened a creak,
from the peas no a peep,
as the first pea tumbled through.

In their slumber, more space felt welcome,
though keeping still neither did seldom,
and so with a bump,
an impromptu jump,
and the second pea tumbled through.

The third pea had all space it'd desire,
fading off in the dream court's choir,
but without a support,
the pod would contort,
so the third pea, tumbled through.

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Darkness. We attribute it to the dangers of this world. For true, on the highway of life, if you cannot see, then how can you follow the road? How do you know who walks among you, and who can be trusted?
In light, it is made clear, but light alone blinds, it stings, and can as darkness would, cause a crash.
Then is it not favorable, that we share a blend of the two? both in life, and those around us. We can never know all of them, there is always blinding light, and gentle darkness.

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Oh to fly as the paper in the wind, carried to your destination, though said location remains unknown. A paper seldom considers its situation, but would it ever wonder where it is going? That this method of progression is not of its own accord, but drawn by outside forces? Will it wish to have the freedom in forsook in this path? At the whims of the unknown, lacking any agency to propose.

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How we look ahead affects our actions in the now. What do you see? Do you see a straight path? Do you see twists? Is your gaze aimed skywards, or dug beneath the roots of trees?
Could one see what is ahead, as no mere path at all, but a bend, a curve we close towards, or long since past the reaches of its clutches.
Do we turn away, or move to embrace it?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Whatever dreams can we form in the wake of daylight? The moments before we can absorb sunlight and merely wallow in the dusk of our rest? In that moment, when reality seems as nothing more than part of our dream, it is then we remember our escapdes of the night the strongest. And yet, they are dismissed. Our minds realising there is nothing of value to be found there. And thus, one wonders, what truly separates dusk from dawn?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

With one side in darkness, and struggles in tow,
each vary step, is a challenge to swallow.
To give up ones baggage, and stride without weight,
leaves open your body, for the darkness to sate.
Giving in to the shade, as some see them do,
makes the baggage fade, but so do they too.
In the end we must balance, perception and mind,
keeping sights honed ahead, and vary of our hind.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

I dug three feet into the ground,
three feet and nothing more.
Had I went all four foot down,
There'd be gold and treasure galore.
And while some think, that fact is sad,
truth do be told,
three feet was all I had.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.