Due to RSI, I took two weeks off at the beginning of October. When I tried to go back to work, my hands still bothered me. It was only on the 16th that I came up with a solution.

Using an Android app called Orgzly, I've begun to outline Hereafter Ponies in its entirety, something I'd been doing sparingly in recent months. This'll let me rest my hands while also staying productive.

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Time goes by too quickly, and time speeds by to fast, while I sit back into my couch and pack on cushion ass.
Light now withdrawing, and nights growing... roaming, that could have been anything.
You just, have to keep out of its sight.
As long as you stay moving, you fade from its bright. So do not just stand there, with robe unveiled, while there is lot else worth exploring.

Happy nightmare night~.

I hope everyone had a happy Nightmare Night and I hope your November will be great ^^

I have some updates to go over!

Mekanika
Mekanika is progressing nicely! I'm getting through the first chapter now, but it's an interesting peice to work on! I intend on finishing it soon and putting the story up as I work on the second chapter!
Under Eternal Winds

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Space is a curious thing, the larger something is, the harder it is to see it, the smaller something is, the more keen we are to see it, and noting every detail we can find.
Though perhaps that is a reductive way to look at it. Were we to change perspectives, and say "Experience" instead of seeing... Then the larger something is, the harder it is to experience as a whole. And the small details we do catch, we take care to experience and savour.

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Wash your hands for 30 seconds.

How easy our mind shifts from one to the next, even what we appreciate makes up not but a fraction of all that goes on within us, connections crafted and paths forged, walkways ready for us to tread them, and yet we can only strive so far away from the main road.
Are the additional thoughts wasted effort? Or what makes us living?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

I sit on a beach, a bit mellow and sad,
when out from a burrow, scuttles a crab.
The shelled critter stares, across the sand it zooms,
it hasn't seen anyone, beset by this gloom.
It is there for a moment, then fades out of sight,
The shelled critter has no input, on my weary plight.
When out from my sorrow, bemused and, glad?
I sit on the beach, an monument to a crab.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Almost a year ago now, I took part in the Lustful Lent Pony Artpack, and today I'll start posting the story submitted for it. It has been a lot of fun, and I am eager to work with them more~.

At times, when walking down the road of life, I see some in trouble. I see those with legs in poor condition, their pace rickety as their osseotissue clockwork grinds ever onward. Some can be helped. Yet the road is wide. Densely populated. Perhaps I am just scared.

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There is so much to do, and yet I choose to do nothing. It pains me not to work, and yet I leave it be. Days are fallen leaves, and autumn's clutches firm. Auburn crumbles through my fingers, the dust of time's allure.
Yet staring down will only fill the mind with a carpet of tree's veil, but looking up gives me a chance, to catch one by the tail.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

So, first off, I’m not dead. I’m lurking and getting ready to begin writing on the story for October, but I wanted to give a general update and a few other things.

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Since it's original fiction, Offprint is the main place where it's gonna be posted and updated from here on out, though I'm also considering the possibility of crossposting to other sites as time passes since Offprint is also a rather small community for now.

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After a few months, we have finally got Episode V of my Star Wars series up. New characters, new locations, familar characters and locations, and I'm planning to amp up some of the grim. A bit. Taking a page from Empire Strikes Back, there's gonna be a little bit of dark turns here and there, at least I hope I can deliver on some of that.

TStar Wars Episode V, Phantoms Of The Past

• Equestria Girls
• Star Wars
• Adventure
• Sci-Fi

As the Rebels work to build their forces, the shadows of the Empire start to loom over them once more...

• Death
• Crossover
• Anthro
• Alt. Universe
• Sunset Shimmer
• Adagio Dazzle
• Midnight Sparkle
• Flurry Heart
• Main 7 (EqG)

FourShadow · 118k words · 444 views

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How much longer will it take to complete this task?
How often do I think about that? How often is the question not, what am I doing? Why am I doing it? But: When am I done?
Yet, sometimes, for very few tasks, this melts away. Everything revolves around the what, how, and why. And in those rare moments, if the question of when comes up... the answer is the same: There is no after, there is only this.

Happy Filthy Friday~, and Happy Darkest night.

A snake coils around the word.
It has laid continents and oceans under its grasp, wading through the dirt on its quest.
It sees something rise up over the horizon, a prey befitting its hunger.
It strikes.
It feasts.
It keeps feasting.
It moves forwards, filling its mouth, yet there is always more ahead.
It continues.
It continues for an indefinite amount of time. A symbol of infinity.
If infinity has no end, and this one moment has no end, is infinity, nought but one moment long.

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Time stretches on, with you in tow or not. It asks not to keep up pace, merely to stay on the path. Each a step, after another.
But what if, there really was something beyond?
Beyond the veil of the route that engraves existence, beyond our grasp of life?
Is that a place we can walk to, or do we simply fall over the edge?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

We have a new entry in the Lustbound Chronicle today, one that is technically out of order. A look into what the future might hold for the stallion of the hour~.

Precipice of action, a weight towards stagnation and an abyss of possibility. Picking specks of sand from the broken hourglass suspended above me.
Picking, picking, picking.
The same grain appears again, again, again.
it calls, more friends come ticking.
And the balance continues ever onwards.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

There are times when you stare downwards, at your feet, your path, your problems. It is all you see, everything directly around it feels unimportant, distant. Stare too long, and you will not know where you are headed.
Once you look forwards, you cannot see yourself, problems are still there, but there is a goal.
It is uplifting, and sad, to think that is the way to handle any crisis.

What happens when you look up?

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Treading towards the end, watching the cobble of the path fall apart, but the rocks staple together beneath my feet, each step progressing as if nothing happened, as if everything was right. But then, before the fall, new pathways converge, cobble clatter together, and before I have a chance to look down, the path is the same as it ever was.
And so it will be, until that fateful day.

Happy new Year~.

Hey folks! MagicalPony2099 here!

Well... I got a new story idea for a new displaced story that I want to write. It's like this...

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HAPPY NEW YEAR YA FILTHY ANIMALS

I'M ON A BARGE SOMEWHERE ON THE HUDSON RIVER

THERE ARE DRINKS

THERE IS A GUY IN A HOMEMADE KIMONO

HE OFFERED ME A JOB

I NEED ONE OF THOSE BUT I SAID NO CUZ I'M A DATA ANALYST AND HE NEEDED ENGINEERS

GOODBYE 2021

THE PARTS OF YOU WHERE I WAS ASLEEP WILL SORELY BE MISSED

The story itself will be up Sunday. Hope you dig it :)

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~.