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.

Trade up. A progression of profit for oneself and the craft one partakes in, experience is gained for the craft, whilst nothing visible is given.
To trade up is an exchange of good, whereby the goods you offer provides you with a benefit, as what you gain has a higher worth attached to it. Yet, two objects are merely that, the benefit is the implied, unseen force weighing down the scale.

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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

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Next week’s Episode is titled “Last Attack Bonus.” Enough said. I have a much bigger and more important announcement that I am sure you all will want to read. Bear with me, this will get a bit long, but it is important to set things up properly for the announcement.

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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~

Over on Eka's portal, I have been posting stories for a whole year. 52 weeks, 52 uploads. So that is most of what I want to have said this weeks.

New pony projects will come as well~.

Wishing all you lewd ponies a happy new year of filthy fun~.

Roseluck is great but she has company. This is my basic idea for what a Highborne thestral looks like in Foolers Rush In. Very underrated piece. The "bat pony" tag with a +200 upvote filter is some of the best fanart you'll ever find, if not explicitly, intensely, flamboyantly gay unless you filter out mature. You have been warned.

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Hey you! Do you read blog posts made by me? Let's hope you do since you appear to be doing that right now. Do you also enjoy the horror/gore genera of stories? Again, let's hope you do, or this whole minute of your life will be completely wasted. Do you like seeing characters you know and love go insane? Let's... actually, this one is pretty OK to say no to. I don't even enjoy that most days.

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Today we are having a new story uploaded~

This one involving some ponies being hypnotized and some filthy, naughty situations brought on by a large predatory pony. Who is to say which pony is willing or not?

The story can be found uploaded right on the profile.

while this is not the full sunrise we are seeing on the horizon of what is to come, it is a peek.

Have a delightfully Filthy Weekend~.

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.

TVictory for the Dark Horse

• MLP: FiM
• Equestria Girls
• Mystery
• Sad
• Thriller

Ever since Twilight Sparkle has taken the steps to princesshood, Ivory Scroll has become obsolete as Ponyville's Mayor-Mare. Nothing could be more devastating to her, and she aims to renew her sense of purpose in the world.

• Twilight
• Mayor Mare
• Filthy Rich
• Raven Inkwell

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it is the end of Weirduary, for real this time.
And I am at a convention, so I am spent, exhausted, drained.

But I am probably uploading something pony next week. yay.

See you all then, have another great week aftet this Filthy Friday~.

I'd sample the story to give you an idea but on this particular occasion, I'd have to break the rules of the site.

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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

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As easy as it flies in our grasp, it flutters forth into the abyss. Who is to say they have any grip on this world? Every moment is fleeting, every action meant for not. Time mends suffering, the only way it can.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

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.

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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~.

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.

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.