Well, there we have it, the end of another of my large stories, Realms of Existence. I think I’m more proud of this one than Wanderlost, since it’s more consistent and had an idea of where it was going from the start. It just seems to flow better to me. The writing of Realms of Existence was one of the most natural feelings I ever had - I just wrote the story out, and kept writing it, until the very end. There were little if any interruptions (unlike the story I’m working on now... Yeesh...). I

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It has now been almost six whole months since my last story went live, and nearly a year since my last blog post--in which I discussed what my next major project would be. By this time, I'll bet some of your are beginning to wonder what I'm up to, or if I'm up to anything at all, huh?

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That new story I promised is posted and up for your viewing pleasure!

Inspired by freezing temperatures at home (currently reading -20 C (-4 F for the Americans in the room)) and then Winter Storm Grayson that froze Niagra Falls, cancelled 90% of flights out of LaGuardia Airport, and was conveniently timed to hit while I was visiting the east coast, I felt the need to write something to warm myself up.

Because if I can't be warm, then I can at least make a fictional character warm.

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Day blueberry, I haven't seen a drop of smut for ages and wonder if the succulent fluids will ever gush forth and inseminate our dry folds once more. There has been talk of smut storms over at Eka's portal and Furaffinity, but there aren't any links that go there, how am I supposed to find it?
I suppose I will just hold out hope, one day the filth with rain once more, one day.

Wait... Is that a dear?

So some of you are probably wondering where the next story is (well, probably not, but work with me here). The reason it's taking a long time is because it's a bigger story: multi-chapters, each about 4,000 to 5,000 words each.
When will they be done? Well, I've already written two of them and the third one's about half done.
Where are they? That's a little harder to explain.

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Hey all!

Just to let you know, there's a new collaborative story crossover between my Change series and the Little Flashes series by my good buddy Skijarama AKA Tone Shift. Some of you might recall a couple of joke crossovers of these two series in the Idiocyverse, but we decided we wanted to do an actual serious attempt of these two universes colliding.

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Chapter 4 is out. Next chapter is being polished and goes up Sunday. Currently wrestling with Chapter 6. Still need to write a new Chapter 7. Busy, busy, busy. It's so nice to have something to stimulate my bored housewife brain.

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I was extremely depressed and wrote a one-shot thing. Now I feel less depressed.

Read it?

July, what a wondrous month, so similar to June, with barely anything to mark they difference in the slew of summer and delight of free weeks spent with those cherished.

Such a deceptive time of year. The prime time for the hive of impersonation critters to spread their influence over the land.

In July, we have an event going on focused on change and trickery, going along with that is a series about changelings, with a story uploaded every week in July.

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Ey what up
So, for all those who have enjoyed Opening Up
Hears the heads up
I'm currently planning on just one more chapter
You can expect that next week
But
That's not what I'm posting next
Here within a few days expect a New Story about Twilight Sparkle x Gloriosa Daisy
Working title: A secret Between Us Girls
Now
Here's a Preview–

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Thus we rise once more, stand to the sound of the becoking call of the unknown we cannot but fear and revear equally, the fuel which propells us into vast stretches of never before experienced moments. The roads trails ever forwards, and who are we to deny its lustre?

Happy new year everyone, and I wish you a Fantastic Filthy Friday~.

I move too slow for time. It will not listen, it will not yield
My feet drag behind me in the cleft of weaving moments. Time can not listen, Time cannot yield.
I shout my frustration, condemning each future or past moment with one of my present.
Time has no ears. Time has no blame.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Today, it has been exactly one year – 365 days – since I submitted my first story to this site. That story is of course Ponyville Holds An Election.

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Today, I am launching my patreon, with methods added to earn commissions overtime and look behind the scene.
you can find it if you write /septia after the Patreon web address.
Be aware, it will contain naughty contents in the future.

Give it a glance when you have a chance.

But for now, have a wondrous week and a Festive Filthy Friday~.

I worked really hard on part one of this story, and I'd love it if you guys could give it a read. It would mean the world to me. I can't promise quick uploads, but I can promise quality on this one.

It's projected to have two more parts.

Rainfall reaches far, stretching beyond one person, one understanding, one experience. It cannot be taken and contained, not shaped and crafted to give a whole of its event experienced through a single pair of eyes. Who is to say what pespective, time, or length a rainfall truly is? When it is all a collective of numerous opinions, of subjective experiences.

Have a Fantastic Filthy Friday, and a Wonderful Week~.

How deep does the worm burrow? Far enough to escape the light, far enough to escape the dry, far enough to be safe from the surface. Striaghtforwad, it seems. Yet why is the answer so clear, how do we know?
For the worm in the light shrivells, the word in torrid earth withers, the worm on the surface gets caught. Thus, they are no longer worms.
Thus we know, what the worm is.
Except, for those who dig far enough, those distant to our sight.

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Steps merge into one as we journey, one to the next, so that there is no longer any one, and the steps taken are long gone. There is just the next, for life does not slow down, and each action is in preparation to a future event.

Wishing you all a Fantastic Filthy Friday.

A rush of adrenaline gets a human being through a lot more than they would expect. Limitations broken, and new horizons located in those brief glimpses of time. To reach beyond the possible.
Of course, such acts carry a price, an overdose of the impossible sends shock waves through the material, and can leave ones strong bones brittle, and wills reduced to rubble. There is a price to reach the impossible, but how far we need to reach, lessens gradually.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~

Hello friends! It's been simply ages since I've posted a story (though I have a million billion ((approximately)) works in progress atm, many of them near completion. At least, in my head.) So I thought I'd post a story. Merry birthyear, and all that jazz.

EMagic, Maretinis, and the Meaning of Life

• MLP: FiM
• Comedy
• Slice of Life

Twilight finds that it's easiest to work through what's bothering her while she's working through her third maretini. Pinkie is there too.

• Twilight
• Pinkie

Silent Whisper · 1.4k words  ·  44  3 · 690 views

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