Big scene below the break. 
Hey hey! Been a while.
Just wanted to say I've been going through things as of recent (finding employment, family health issues, etc.). As soon as things get settled over here, I might be back with a new story. Been thinking of writing something involving mouth play. Will get back to you all when I have a concrete idea.
Til next time, peace!
I rest in the shadow of a young, sprig tree. Its branches reach just past the tip of my boot. The air here is crisp, freshly brewed and vented, by the same aamaritan providing cloak from the sun. Yet all around it stand grander trees, with grander branches, soaking up sun, sighing cool air. My tree is dwarfed, in the company of the ageless, those who savour the same world, drink the same atmosphere, and yet are a distance away, greater than any journey. I may never know the experiences of a
Two brothers quarrel to split their family asunder,
one side grows strong while the other goes under.
Together sparks fly and the tension grows high,
but neither brother bid the other goodbye.
In but one frail moment, all was lost,
the brothers left to lament the cost.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Hello everypony, as you might have noticed the next chapter to Journey To Heartwarming is not up yet, this is because I was so busy this week with other stuff. I do plan to still post this beast of a winter finale but I need to finish it first. This chapter was almost finished at the beginning of this month, but then I had to do writes to fine-tune each to have them fit better into place. Due to that, I am currently finishing the chapter even right now. So here is what is going to happen, if I
Wash your hands.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's head,
they thought nothing of it, and went on instead.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's chest,
they thought nothing of it, ill time for a rest.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's neck,
they thought nothing of it, and continued their trek.
they paid no attention to what latched onto their nape,
for while out exploring, every branch looks like a snake.
Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.
Sweet summer sun and the taste of oranges underneath the calming winds beneath a tall tree. I can taste the citrus nectar on my lips, the brisk air, and shadows of rustling leaves. Were I close my eyes, I would be there once more. Though, there is no time to shut them, there is work to be done, and when it slips my memory, it will never exist again.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Yeah. It is, and it's probably going to be the only one I release for a while. I've just had enough of this written, plus I'm absolutely sick of just editing and revising my older stuff. Staring at my older prose so much can get boring just because I don't really like editing. Though I do like reading, sometimes all work and no play is just awful.
So have a story about Ivory Scroll.
Fester, thoughts believed banished, rising foam of doubt and terror sprawling through our mind. A call of falsehood only fuels them, the more we think of them, the more life they are granted. The past is only real because we recall it, our memory dictates what remains in our reality, and what falls by the wayside. Despite being selective, there can always be the hermit thoughts, those too deep to pluck, who foament doubt and sorrow, we believed to have banished. A hole in a puzzle, is as much
As nature iterates it divides, branches spreading ad finding their niche, burrowing through the grounds and soils of life to approach its place in the whole. Some branches fall short, and yet they still nourish the whole of the tree, allowing the others ones to reach further than they ever could hope to achieve alone. Together, whole.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
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.
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.
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
"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."
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
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
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.
Page generated in 0.049 seconds
Total duration
892 users online
248,419 hits today, 2,020,241 yesterday
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fanfiction
Designed and coded by knighty & Xaquseg - © 2011-2024
Support us
SubStar
Chat!
Discord
Follow us
Twitter
MLP: Friendship is Magic® - © 2024 Hasbro Inc.®
Fimfiction is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by Hasbro Inc.®
