Today we have a new story coming up, how will Twilight react when all her friends have shrunken

Vision blotted by tears, the window to the soul grows dim. It shields the self in a bubble, reflecting ever inwards to offer a moment of respite. Perhaps it shuts out the world for a moment, to pretend nothing else exists. But, it is in the world that the self is made. However painful it becomes, eventually we blink.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Off in the distance,
The whistle of a kettle,
Receding further...

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Wish you well, Pikamee.

Yes, I know..... this story idea has been beaten to death with a stick so much... yet nothing is quite as "brony" as a HiE story. Now I'm thinking of doing something a bit different if I can help it though I will definitely draw inspiration from "What a strange little colt" and "trust once lost".

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Good morrow, fillies and gentlecolts!
Callum here!

I'm going to make this a quick blog, so here goes.
My partner and I have been working our socks off towards a Spouse Visa so we can live together in the UK; this has taken up the majority of my time, so The Titans' Orb has been on the backburner.
We're still sorting out the visa process, which requires jumping through many hoops, and spending a little over £4,000!
Ouch.

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Today we continue the Throne Chronicles. With so many seats met before, how will this one hold for the changeling ambassador? Will they rise above, or be flushed down the drain.
Check out the story below.

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There is this phenomenon, where what an artist puts the least amount of time and effort in, compared to the rest of their works, will be what gathered the most attention. If it received 20% of the work, it receives 80% of the attention. Some say it is close enough to be likened to mere confirmation bias, you see the times an artist has a catalogue of work they are proud with - less so the further back you go - but what got them where they are is in comparison, small, inconsistent, reductive...

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Sometimes I wish it wasn't time again. And the fact I do tells me a lot about myself, there is still a lot to learn, a lot to accept, a lot to make peace with. If I ever wake up, and wish I had but one more day, then eventually there will be no days left. So one day, I will wake up, and feel... content? Perhaps. Or perhaps when all preparations are fulfilled, there will just be emptiness.

Happy Birthday to me~.

I would like to be a worm. A carefree existence, where I eat as much dirt as my stomach can hold, and unload it all the same.
Where I remain hidden from view under a cool, safe rock.
Where if I were split in twain, I would have a new friend to nurture together.

The more I think of it, the more my life resembles that of a worm already.
We even bleed the same.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

It is a funny thing, because I haven't thought about it much. That thing which many crave, to which so much prose is drafted, to which so many tunes are sung. Perhaps it has been easier to not think about it. Perhaps it is something I desire, despite the fact I have not sought it. There is a nagging sensation in my mind, asking me if I can truly be satisfied without it. The answer has always been foregone for me. But, perhaps it is just foreign to me. Unlike so many others, who claim: we're no

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Where do I go when my path weighs even across both sides? I always think I can observe it closer, deeper and deeper, on the scale of worth and value, there should be a dent that puts one side over the edge. And if not, I scrutinize closer. And if it is still even, I go deeper. The more I observe, the more my surroundings alter and adapt to the lens of my vision.
however, if the scale remains even through the most minute of observations, then I will tip it myself.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

We rise, we fall, a curve in every step.
We rise, once more, each fall another prep.
We fall, so often, and yet each day we move.
We fall, we rise, to persevere through doom.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

When one is bent,
to feel content,
you might resent,
to pay your rent.

"What good's it for?",
"They need no more".
Then they appear,
at your front door.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

After some recent inspiration a new story shall be uploaded some time tonight, expect greatness friends.

These are odd weeks. moving so quickly, yet taken up by nothing.

The world is odd now,
however I see it change,
soon won't be the same.

Hope you are all enjoying your filthy fridays.

There is an event coming, a month long event.

Stuck in a nutshell,
riding on a rut-o-hell,
with a wingless angel and a witless thief,
a journey to surpass the limits of belief.
For what can expect the ones lacking expectations?

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~

What lie does one lead to impress oneself? Does it coincide with one which is desirable to others as well? Or are the two forces in opposition to one another?
How far does cooperation get you, when you spend more than you receive?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

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Hello and good morning to all my readers (unless you're in a really different time zone, in which case it would be afternoon or evening... nevermind).

That new story I mentioned before is finally up to read! Only the first chapter so far though, just for a little start. So in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this little summer surprise, and say hello to my new Celestia and Sunset Shimmer fic... Swimming Lessons

Like random fics? Like arcades and/or video game references? Want to know how weird my dreams can get from time to time? Then check out Crystal Prep Gets Bulldozed and Replaced With a Chuck E. Cheese's!

I’ve been promising this baby for a while, and what can I say? I’m pretty satisfied with it. Hope all you guys enjoy it too!

Today we do not have a new story, but it should be coming up next week~.
And it is fun one~. It has some of the funnest ponies out there.

But that is for later.
For now, you mares enjoy your grass, I am gonna go get high on life.

Have a pleasant Filthy Friday~.