One mushroom, a foot in a cap lounging in place, defying expectation in shying away from sunlight, towards the crannies of comfortable darkness where other plants stray far from. Course, they are not flora. They feed elseway, they drain their nourishment, cleaning the underbelly of nature of the sickened, or create the cause of the sickness. So inconspicuous, so small, creatures of the dark need not impress with their volume, their size is as their preference: secluded in darkness.

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It is the second week of Twin Month 2022, and we are releasing the other half of last week's story, which fittingly contains the "conclusion" to the happy twins therein~.

There once was a crab on the beach, it polished its scale on a smooth rock.
It wondered, "how come my shell is rigid, yet the stone here's a polished block?"
The tides answered. First one wave, then another. Washing over crab and rock, a briny breeze of the ocean.

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Poison and medicine overlap. A poison, in a small dose, functions as a medicine. Whilst a medicine, in a large dose, functions as a poison. Do you see it? In a sense, a factor of whether a substance qualifies as poison or medicine, lies in its amount. It is said not to take too much of a good thing, in the same vein, a small amount of poison, need not necessarily cause harm.

Happy Twin Month, and happy Filthy Friday~.

Sleep as you would under the stars, with body bare and legs apart.
hang if you will by the worlds handlebars, away from influences that would impart.
But wake each moment,
the world's not patient,
it comes to you with judgement insistent.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

There is a new pony artpack, summer edition, which I can not link to here, but if you find my other Septia accounts then you can find a link to the artpack~. A lot of artists making some fun content for it.

Sometimes, it does not go the way I wanted it to.
It still goes.
And while I can, it is how I react to the changes that determine my path. The path has but one end, until then, it only forks.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Hey Everypony!

As promised, the New Year has brought with it a new story for all to enjoy!

The first chapter of Fallout Equestria: Clockwork Precision has already gone live and is ready for you to take a peek.

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/428522/fallout-equestria-clockwork-precision

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"You're joking." Zoom put her hands in her hooves. Every pore oozed contempt. "Please tell me you're joking."

"You didn't get weird about me liking sneakers. Why are all bent outta shape about this?"

She leveled a lazer beam gaze squarely at Thunder's forehead. "Because, dummy, most people don't join the Zephyr guards because they want to wear the funny hat."

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Happy Bonfire Night to all you brits out there!

As for me, I’m celebrating the day as it’s the debut of my main project that’ll probably go on for quite some time now. A new, proper “Elements” story, exploring the characters set up in the original.

I hope all of my lovely readers enjoy the new tales and tell me what you think.

Wednesday, December 11th

ECYCLED

• MLP: FiM
• Adventure
• Drama

All the events of the seasons of FiM have happened before. Maestro Spectrum knows all of the events from the start, and crafted an artificial 7th Element of Harmony to try and stop it. However, he is tired of failing ... Something needs to change.

• Alt. Universe
• OC
• Other
• Main 6

The REAL Mister Pkmn · 42k words  ·  24  2 · 829 views

Chapter 22 Excerpt:

Sure, it was a bit hard, knowing that she wasn’t the first that he had tried to show this all to among the six of them. But… she didn’t really mind so much anymore.

Chapter 12 Excerpt:

“It’s alright, Rena. It’s alright.”

Wednesday, December 18th

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I was thinking now,
That I would write a poem,
But this is ramble.

Poeticism,
is rarely what we write here,
Potassium, yum.

Wishing you a happy Filthy Friday, and a Wholesome Weekend.

To understand something, I tend to turn towards the moments that something breaks. Breaking points teach a lot: you get a grasp of its limits, and in turn what it can do; how each parts fit together, grasping what makes it click; and it is easier to peer past the exterior, in order to observe the machinations inside.

I have learned a lot about myself, this way.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Days pass, the campfire is lit. Sparks fly and stories are told, knowledge shared and wisdom grows. Age and knowledge cultivates into the cornerstone of civilization. Despite the stories being told, for the most parts, were those unconcerned with worldly events. All were important, both in their own way and their contribution, yet at the moment it was a way of spreading joy between neighbors.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Relief is said to come when you alleviate your ties, the tension eases and your mind unwinds. Perhaps that is so, but were I to listen, I would relinquish all that my mind is tied to. If I untie one know, who is to say it won't undo them all? And if not, who's the say the next knot won't? Or the next? Or the next?

Perhaps I have already sunken too deep. Perhaps I have made it unattainable to myself, perhaps it doesn't matter.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

The short story I've been working on finally released a little bit ago! Go check it out!

TOne Little Mistake

• MLP: FiM
• Drama
• Tragedy

Celestia didn't want this to happen, any of it. Yet Luna is determined to bring the solar alicorn's rule to a swift end. And no matter how desperately she begs and pleas, Celestia can never take back the mistakes she's made.

• Violence
• Death
• Alt. Universe
• Celestia
• Nightmare Moon

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Floating in silence. There is no embrace to catch you, nor bottom to reach. Falling was lost on you long ago, the sense integrating to your thoughts, your sensations, to your routine. Perpetual. That is how your mind sees it. That is how you make your mind see it. The thing with falls. Is that there is always a bottom.

Happy Filthy Black Friday~.

When time slows to a crawl,
where to can you go at all?
If every moments last a life,
when is there time for fun and vice?
Whence hours die and seconds come to rest,
You will discover your patience put to the test.

Happy Vore Day~.

Closure is, perhaps, only a word.
One which is brought up and spoken to highly,
for the merits it provide is lauded as the sole justice.
But in the end, closure brings little joy.
It is a word, that has to exist.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Yeah, it's been up for a few minutes, but I totally forgot to advertise it. So here you all go, my next one shot. In this one, Big Mac must tame the beast inside Fluttershy. If does really well, I'll do a genderswap version with ButterscotchXApplejack next month.

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I took part in a Pony Vore art-pack, if you an find my other profiles, you can find it. Happy new year.

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Sometimes, the magnitude of life becomes apparent. If I look to the horizon, everything eventually shrinks, further and further away from me, its relevance diminishes. And yet, the path to that horizon is long, far beyond my sight. All things that my mind glosses over, laid out before me.
Until, I turn around. And face another horizon.

How much, am I not seeing?

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.