As I just blabbed to my DeviantArt followers, The Prince’s New Sweater is up to a whopping 5,896 words and 7 ½ hours worth of work. I have only two more chapters to go until it’s done and hope to tie them up tomorrow with your encouragement and help as you cheer me on from the chatroom.
You'll see this. You told me yourself that you're spying on me.
Stop sending me PM's. You blocked me, yet you're pestering me through the PM system so I can't respond to your threats. Abusing the system to jab at me without fear of retaliation. Only one of us is walking that "make enough wrongs" line right now, and I don't think it's the one of us you think it is.
Half a decade now. Five years ago, I made an account here on Fimfiction to indulge in reading horsewords and trying a feeble attempt at writing them.
Now it's become quite the opposite. Here to write and feebly attempt to read.
My, how things have changed. Below the break, find one of the two times of the year where I freely talk about what I accomplish when I'm not being lazy. I've learned and discovered so mush in these years, it's hard to imagine sometimes.
*See everyone's lives going to hell.*
Welp.
*Sits at table and grabs a drink.*
I am surrounded by fire, like there's a major fire right next to our town, and more major fires semi close to us in every direction. The smoke is thick as fog, you can always smell it. Street lights at night aluminate it and it's impossible to see anything in the horizon. We have these nice, big hills about 4-6 miles away from the town, can't see em.
Today I learned that some people won't accept you if you don't like skittles. I also learned that getting slapped in the face with a bag of skittles repeatedly hurts.
Yep.
Welcome to blarg town, population us.
This day is taking longer for Penny and her friends to get through than any other I have written, I think. Well, maybe excluding some of the ones in the Crystal Empire. Onward though, because there is a date in Genevieve and Sablee's future, as well as a wedding further down the path of life.
And that's saying something, mind you?
Check the wordcount! I just posted 90k words on this website in one go. Nine chapters. Whodaman.
Yeah, been working on this for a year. Honestly, fuck releasing on a schedule, right? I dislike having incomplete stories I gotta update like, every two days or some shit. Huge pain in the ass, and a lot of readers dislike reading Incomplete-tagged stories. Me included!
Hey
I'm going to Bronycon
If anyone else here is going and wants to meet up let me know
Leave a comment
I'd love to meet some of you
Also, if you do manage to find me in person
I'm planning on doing a couple of Free Commissions
For anyone who wants to hang out at the con
So if you're interested in that also let me know
it's for a project I'm working on
If you're not going to Bronycon and just waiting for me to post another story
My bad on taking a long time
9,000+ words of sombra in a dress
you have been warned
relevant
dares are fun
Imma be gone from the interwebs almost completely from tomorrow to next Monday.
I say almost completely bcuz school is on the interwebs s o
A road trip so incredible it could only be done the same way people did them way back in the Middle Ages the 1970s. In a station wagon, with no cell phone or GPS. The only way it could've been more '70s retro was if there was simulated woodgrain paneling on my Volvo. The destination?
I tried doing a thing for a prompt collab. Here's the full version, because I had enough brain worms to type out random nonsense when I should be doing other things. Please enjoy it, and remember that one like means one child will be eaten, as per my bio.
... but when I do, it's not-a-contest. Stay tuned because after over a year of writing colourful humans and Wallflower Blush, I guess it's time to reject humanity and return to horse. 
Just dropping a list for those who've wondered what I've been up to in the last couple of weeks:
Hey, so once again there was no New Chapter this week...
But It's almost here!
The next installment in the Friends With Benefits continuity will be called:: Pull Me Closer
And I'll be releasing the first Two chapters Both! This Friday
So get hype, there's fun content on the way
And one last reminder, if the last story you read was Benefits, then you're not caught up
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The doors of the Badfic Slaughterhouse have opened once more, and six more stories now stand before their judge, jury, and potential executioner. Which will be found worthy, and which will be thrown into a grinder for your twisted amusement? Read on to find out.
In this edition of Badfic Slaughterhouse:
—Drunken poker shenanigans.
—Abel and Caine, reincarnated as astronauts.
—Sunset Shimmer gets hammered.
—Being gay makes ponies stupid.
From a couple days ago:
Aragón: THAT'S IT
Aragón: THAT'S IT, NUMBERS
Aragón: I SOLVED IT
Aragón: LYRA IS POSH
Aragón: THAT'S HOW THE PINKIE CHAPTER HAS TO GO
Aragón: I'M A FUCKING GENIUS
Aragón: DEAR LORD HOW CAN PEOPLE ENDURE MY PRESENCE WITHOUT GIVING IN TO THE URGE TO SUCK MY DICK
Aragón: HEAVEN KNOWS THE ONLY REASON I RESIST IT IS FOR ANATOMICAL REASONS
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