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Jan
31st
2020

Cursed February · 11:52pm Jan 31st, 2020

Thoughts malign affect those close,
expression wry and worries rose.
Infectious is the thought of ill,
inviting by mystery and promise of thrill.
Soon one thought has turned for the worst,
and the subject in question, afflicted and cursed.


Wishing you all a Happy Filthy Friday~.

May
1st
2020

An expected ill · 10:58pm May 1st, 2020

Wash your hands.

A branch knocked onto the explorer's head,
they thought nothing of it, and went on instead.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's chest,
they thought nothing of it, ill time for a rest.
A branch knocked onto the explorer's neck,
they thought nothing of it, and continued their trek.
they paid no attention to what latched onto their nape,
for while out exploring, every branch looks like a snake.


Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Jul
6th
2018

Changeling July · 11:51pm Jul 6th, 2018

July, what a wondrous month, so similar to June, with barely anything to mark they difference in the slew of summer and delight of free weeks spent with those cherished.

Such a deceptive time of year. The prime time for the hive of impersonation critters to spread their influence over the land.

In July, we have an event going on focused on change and trickery, going along with that is a series about changelings, with a story uploaded every week in July.

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Jul
10th
2020

Commitmet to Passion · 10:44pm Jul 10th, 2020

Passion demands sacrifice. Sacrifice which makes itself known in time, investments, or devotion. They are core to passion, for passion is not static, passion exists in the moment it is paid tribute to.


Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Jan
1st
2021

The new year. And an Artpack · 11:53pm January 1st

I took part in a Pony Vore art-pack, if you an find my other profiles, you can find it. Happy new year.

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Jan
4th
2019

A Year to Spread and Expand · 11:24pm Jan 4th, 2019

Thus we rise once more, stand to the sound of the becoking call of the unknown we cannot but fear and revear equally, the fuel which propells us into vast stretches of never before experienced moments. The roads trails ever forwards, and who are we to deny its lustre?

Happy new year everyone, and I wish you a Fantastic Filthy Friday~.

Feb
27th
2021

Disappearing in the Volume · 12:37am February 27th

Where does everything go when there is too much of it?
Some articles of life appears easier to ignore the larger of a quantity there is. Perhaps it relates to the forest, stocked with trees and yet we rarely pay attention to particular trunks. Would then the best way to ignore something, to expose yourself to it, until it was no longer part of your conscious intake?
Perhaps that is a way addiction starts.


Happy Filthy Friday~.

Keep on the lookout for a new artpack.

Oct
24th
2020

Waiting for Hibernation · 1:17am Oct 24th, 2020

I move too slow for time. It will not listen, it will not yield
My feet drag behind me in the cleft of weaving moments. Time can not listen, Time cannot yield.
I shout my frustration, condemning each future or past moment with one of my present.
Time has no ears. Time has no blame.


Happy Filthy Friday~.

Mar
5th
2021

Taking Stocks · 10:32pm March 5th

Ooo, I want to brew the stock of life, a bullion so fair,
for despite being full of strife, inside the bones of mares
you find marrow, and juices, and tasty treats galore,
if you let it simmer these fuses, have your patrons knocked to the floor~.
Ooo, I want to brew the stock of life, this task's myself I have wrought,
for even a single speck of trite... would spoil the whole broth.


Happy Filthy Friday~.

Oct
4th
2019

Sickly Days, Spent locked away · 11:42pm Oct 4th, 2019

Days pass, the campfire is lit. Sparks fly and stories are told, knowledge shared and wisdom grows. Age and knowledge cultivates into the cornerstone of civilization. Despite the stories being told, for the most parts, were those unconcerned with worldly events. All were important, both in their own way and their contribution, yet at the moment it was a way of spreading joy between neighbors.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Sep
7th
2018

Launching Patreon · 9:34pm Sep 7th, 2018

Today, I am launching my patreon, with methods added to earn commissions overtime and look behind the scene.
you can find it if you write /septia after the Patreon web address.
Be aware, it will contain naughty contents in the future.

Give it a glance when you have a chance.

But for now, have a wondrous week and a Festive Filthy Friday~.

Jan
8th
2021

Scratches That Itch · 10:30pm January 8th

Will a scrape heal has it still a scab? Certainly so. The scab can shield the wounded area as it mends. And yet, scabs have a ceratin odd air to them, and many rather have it removed. Without the scab, a scrape still heals. At times exposure to the outside elements is what mends, in others the clear seclusion protects. It depends how deep the issues go.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Nov
27th
2020

Inkess of Dreary Days · 10:31pm Nov 27th, 2020

Floating in silence. There is no embrace to catch you, nor bottom to reach. Falling was lost on you long ago, the sense integrating to your thoughts, your sensations, to your routine. Perpetual. That is how your mind sees it. That is how you make your mind see it. The thing with falls. Is that there is always a bottom.

Happy Filthy Black Friday~.

Feb
12th
2021

Time x Fuel · 11:17pm February 12th

Can progress stand as a function of effort and fuel? There are more variables, certainly. Though despite how much effort you might have, without fuel there is nothing. Then again, if there is an abundance of fuel, far above that of the effort, then we run into diminishing returns. One can only expend so much, and one can only consume so much.
So then it is again a balance, a tug of how much one can achieve, and the resources needed to accomplish one's goals.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Aug
28th
2020

Bulding Confidence · 10:54pm Aug 28th, 2020

There was a little circuit man,
Welded from the scraps of cards.
They built up themselves as a handy man,
Improving to escape the junkyard.

But all time spent upgrading,
oblivious to his trading,
the times which he could cherish,
for the date to which he'd perish.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Dec
12th
2020

Search For Searches · 1:21am Dec 12th, 2020

Wash your hands for 30 seconds.

To seek closure, to complete what has been started and connect the pieces of a puzzle, a goal which to many are inherent. There is a joy to discovery, heightened by said discovery's need. To hunt is to discover and conquer sources of sustenance, a necessity. Once closure has been found in a hunt, we are left with the spoils. A hunt gratifies mind and body, the spoils sates ones needs. But a puzzle, has less to offer.

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Mar
2nd
2019

Marching Affection · 12:39am Mar 2nd, 2019

Rainfall reaches far, stretching beyond one person, one understanding, one experience. It cannot be taken and contained, not shaped and crafted to give a whole of its event experienced through a single pair of eyes. Who is to say what pespective, time, or length a rainfall truly is? When it is all a collective of numerous opinions, of subjective experiences.

Have a Fantastic Filthy Friday, and a Wonderful Week~.

May
1st
2021

Broad light · 2:25am May 1st

How deep does the worm burrow? Far enough to escape the light, far enough to escape the dry, far enough to be safe from the surface. Striaghtforwad, it seems. Yet why is the answer so clear, how do we know?
For the worm in the light shrivells, the word in torrid earth withers, the worm on the surface gets caught. Thus, they are no longer worms.
Thus we know, what the worm is.
Except, for those who dig far enough, those distant to our sight.

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Feb
9th
2019

A few steps from the past · 12:39am Feb 9th, 2019

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.

May
7th
2021

A wave to crash Against · 10:05pm May 7th

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~

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