This one's for you peaches

I'm sure most of you saw the notification already, but I wrote a new fic for a contest entry, and I'm very proud of it! I'd love it if you gave it a read, especially considering that it's not your standard sci-fi/romance story. How many are told from the diary of a sprinkler system?

EThe Dangers of Personal Growth

• MLP: FiM
• Romance
• Sci-Fi

The Solar Corporation would like to remind all employees that the incident involving Fiddlesticks and Lightning Dust was an isolated one, and would like to direct all further inquiries to their Incident Help Desk for an appropriately timely response.

• Alt. Universe
• OC
• Lightning Dust
• Fiddlesticks

Silent Whisper · 6k words  ·  52  3 · 504 views

... and sorry about the cover image. I usually like to make them myself, but I was exhausted yesterday.

It's been three years and almost exactly 4 months since I started a project, and some odd change (11 days) after that I announced that I had started on it.

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If you’re like me, you’ve accepted the fact that writing is a constant exercise of forgetting and then re-learning the single most basic goddamn rules every time. Technical stuff is easy—hey, commas go here, semicolons go there, slap in the butt and go get ‘em, tiger—but conceptual stuff?

Pff, fuck me. 

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I have entertained the idea of doing story reviews many times – mostly because there are a lot of talented people in this website, and I always thought that spending twelve thousand words relentlessly sucking King of Beggar’s cock in public sounds like an ideal Saturday. Sadly, I never started that project. Instead, I chose to befriend King of Beggars, and then proceeded to relentlessly suck his cock

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Oh, watch him lie on his lounge, that old Aragón, that sharp fella. Covered in that velvet red robe of his, sipping idly from a cup of whiskey. There's a man you'd call a friend. There's a chap you'd call when there's trouble -- not because he can help, but he can stand there looking, make a witty quip.

You could kiss him, right now, but you won't. Because you know Aragón, that sharp fella. You know that cup looks like it's full of whiskey, but chances are, it's full of cum.

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RIP My old laptop. My new one isn't completely set up yet and ready for writing, so I've got the old one up one last time. I typed over a million words on this thing, amassed hundreds of memes, bookmarked too many goddamn things, and fumed at poorly written Netflix drivel on this idiot hunk of plastic. I covered it with far too many stickers, let my cats near it far too many times, and dropped it once or twice. The keyboard is pretty funky too, if I do say so myself because everyone who has

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So i got some cosplay wigs for Christmas...

This is what happens when you mix a blag wig with a bored cosplayer who loves asami sato

Note: this was just a closet cosplay because i haven't started on my actual cosplay

Bonus: animal pics!
My puppy dog asher:

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Hello ladles and gentlespoons! I wrote a fic! Missed me? I missed you all!

TWhat We Don't Talk About

• MLP: FiM
• Romance
• Dark
• Drama

Rarity and Applejack put the romance in necromancy.

• Violence
• Death
• Applejack
• Rarity

Silent Whisper · 6.8k words  ·  40  5 · 341 views

Does this mean I'm so back? We'll see. Lots of real-life stuff going on right now for me, but I'm still here, and I still have more stories to tell.

Also, pro tip, don't work for Kroger (even just on a temporary basis), folks, it saps the life out of you. Lessons learned, yo.

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So, as a lot of you have noticed, I have an abundance of stories on this site. Problem is, a lot of them are random one-offs that tie into my main story, "The Not-So-Normal Adventures of King Sombra and Pinkie Pie." Now, the reason this is a problem is because... Well, here's all the one-shots...

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So today I wore my Twilight Sparkle cosplay to school, and i promised pics, so here you are!

this morning (i was in the car. it was dark)

after school

mah puppy

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So back in 1925, they weren't called 'blogs'. They were called 'essays'.

I’ve been reading essays lately.

I know my audience, believe it or not—I am aware that some of you sneak into my room in the wee hours of night to caress my sleeping angel face and read my diary. For the sake of everybody else in the house, though, I want to explain something: there are two Latin American authors I really, really like.

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