DA ARTS! aaaand some news · 11:27pm Dec 21st, 2015
ARTZ
moar artz (pencilz tho)
Something I drew May/June ish earlier this year
Redraw of it from last night
ARTZ
moar artz (pencilz tho)
Something I drew May/June ish earlier this year
Redraw of it from last night
lmao can you believe i've been working on this for two years what the heck
ANYWAY YES, EL is two years old now so I made a sappy blogpost shhhh I'm putting it under the cut because there's SPOILERS, and I'd like to quickly mention that, if you haven't read Chapter 24 yet AND skipped the interlude, please go back and read the interlude because it's linked to the chapter.
AND I JUST WISH
I COULD TELEPORT ALL OF YOU TO MY HOUSE
AND WE COULD WATCH PONIES
AND EAT FOOD
AND BE FRIENDS
AND COSPLAY PONIES
AND JUST ALL HANG OUT LIKE THE GIANT NERDS WE ALL ARE
AND IF WE COULD AVOID FIGHTING
WE WOULD ALL CHEER UP, AT LEAST FOR A LITTLE BIT
AND IT WOULD BE WONDERFUL
man it would be awesome. i so wish i could hang out with you guys irl
So this is just a silly little thing, half-meditation, half-political theory about Equestria. I'm sure nobody but me will find this interesting, but... yeah. :P
The human had long since accommodated themselves in Equestria. They'd met the mane 6, gone on an adventure, traveled the world, all that jazz. Now, they found themselves in Canterlot, face to face with the Princess of the Sun herself, with a single question on their mind.
"How?"
Short thing below. Also, brief update on the me: I still exist! Yay! Working on something big for you all... you know, as I have been, for the past almost-two-years... I've shown it to some delightful weirdos and they agree that I sure have been putting words in a specific order in a document, so there's your second opinions. In the meantime, have something dumb I wrote for a speedwrite. And join the My Little Story discord here, we do some fun little
For all your ridiculous fic needs. Also, have a bonus... something... I found on my drive. I think it was for a "Spontaneous Combustion" panic contest that I entered as a joke. Or something. I think it was a joke contest.
“Pinkie,” said Twilight evenly. “I’m not gonna judge you for your actions, and I know we all need a friend sometimes, but I just gotta know. Why’d you do it?”
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.
(Tagging Administrative Angel since its sequel is ONLY in the book until September!)
Content is going to relate to what the title says.
I am also posting this at fucking 4 AM. Fuck my life.
So, since I've pretty much made my little return back to writing in the past week or two, I've found out that a bunch of... drama, I guess has been going on.
As I look through this... well, this fucking mess I guess you could call it, I'm finding out some stuff.
hello everyone, i'm still gonna do the bronycon blogpost i mentioned two weeks ago (and by that i mean I'll publish it Friday), BUT IN THE MEANTIME I WANTED TO SHARE THIS MEME I MADE INB4 I PUBLISH A STORY TOMORROW
that is all, thank you for attending my TED talk, I hope you have a great day!!!
mwa
-mono
So here's a bit of a backstory:
You hear that? That's the sound of your nipples getting hard at the mere thought of what lies underneath the line break. You have probably never wondered how Aragón poetry sounds like -- but, guess what, darling?
You might find out anyway.
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.
these fellas never got to see the light of day so they're weird colored little shits
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
Considering how much progress I've been making writing the latest one, I wouldn't say it's out of the question. Probably! There's going to be a considerable amount to edit (and I fucking hate editing) and I also won't have much of a chapter buffer after this one goes out... but I dunno. Words are flowing, and the story's been wrangled pretty alright now.
I'd say it is probably gonna happen. Here's to hoping for less time between chapters. 🤞
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No seriously I've been locked in my room forced to code, what year is it? But, work aside I come bearing a new episode HUZZAH! This week we uncover the horrible truth behind ponyville in Tired Old Man's "Letters From an Irritated Princess". Now this video is a tad different as the fic is freaking long and still going. So this is a first part in the series
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