Hello my darlings! I love you all, I really do!
I hope things have been good with you all. It's been a weird and seriously fucked up year, but we're getting there and to the end also! But let's hope that next year will bode much better for us all, yeah?
SO!!! As you might note: I HAVE A NEW STORY POSTED!!!
This thing's been in the works for .... Well... I started it in the Before-Times... BUT!!! I have finally finished it!
Just a short little fluff piece establishing things for the Sequel of DoOoM!
Enjoy!!!
75-follower special time!
This is pretty much the kind of story that What If morphs into every so often.
A trio of fillies watched overhead from atop a cliff. Said cliff would eventually become the base of operations for a top secret facility known as "B.U.T.T.S.", or "Bureau of Unbelievably Tame Time Steppers".
*throws up*
It's that time again, ain't it? Equestria Forever sidestory and tombstone of I Think I Summoned a Ponk, here we come!
First of all, I'd like to say a little something about that cover art I drew for it: Stop it, get some help.
Yup. It's a Displaced story... technically(?)
No dillydallying or explanation this time 'round, let's get right into it.
Badly written on purpose because honestly, I feel like kludging my way through this anyways.
Just like 90% of your other stories?
It's not like I lost a bit of my soul or anything. Right?
Ayyy, another meme story!
WARNINGS: Shamwow and Flex Tape worship, memes, Bob Ross references, possession by the deity of Flex Tape, dabbing, raw and unedited word barf, and bad fanfiction.
Ya got that right. There's so much bad fanfiction here.
Another random comedy.
Eh.
"I haz da problem."
Problem is that the story really doesn't come across as all that funny to me anymore. Still brings a smile, but it's not really funny anymore.
"Did you try turning it off and back on again?"
Slippin' back into some good ol' insanity now, are we?
"But why?" Celestia had asked, "Why dost thou hearken to the days of depravity?"
And with that, Luna had returned, "Because I'm fed up with that fake accent of yours, sister. STOP MAKING FUN OF MY SPEECH IMPEDIMENTS!"
To be fair, however, she did fumble with the pronunciation of "impediment".
Story rewrite time!
“On the Structure of Hats: A Retrospective”
It's another game of "what's Twilight reading"!
So I did another reading, and I'm going to try and stay more consistent with uploading. Life likes to get in the way, but I'll still do my best. I love you all
Story link: Screee!!
Link to Fimfic story: All the Bats!
Look guys, it's one of my first successful crazy one-shots ever! Now y'all know how the crazytrain began. ;)
I really don't know what this monstrosity I wrote is. I should stop writing ideas based on ideas I come up with late at night.
Guess who's writing a review of their own story late at night? This boio right here!
I'm writing part of this on the toilet!
Today's story continues the Techie tradition of incinerating brain cells with stupid.
And of course, the first major presence of Gamer Luna in my stories. (Though she still mainly only exists in What If as far as my stories go. :P)
Oof, ouch, a failed reboot.
Not much else to say, let's get started. I wanna spotlight some OCs and get back to writing horsewords.
“Go back to sleep, Pinkie.” I groaned. It was a Saturday, and on days like these, sleep was golden.
I stand by this as fact.
I cracked an eye ope--
You know what pain is? Force-feeding yourself MLP Gen 1 for the sole purpose of mocking it in a fanfic!
Yeah, this is where the spirit of I Think I Summoned a Ponk went for a while.
Anyway, let's start because my hands are cold.
Four words: Well that didn't work.
Wait hol up this was published at the end of 2016? It honestly felt like I published that thing quite a bit later than that. Oh well.
You thought you escaped the insanity? Ho ho, just you wait. You ain't seen nothin' yet if ya haven't read this fic.
This story centers on Butter Knife, the titular fake-edgy OC who hardly ever is referred to by her real name!
I'm not sure if I should be sorry for this.
Don't be.
Serious story incoming. Kinda forgot that I was doing these reviews. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Don't really have any quips about this one, so let's just get on with it.
Unwrapping the foil, Scootaloo scrunched her muzzle at the putrid smell that wafted from the moldy mess before her. WIth a gag, she scooped up the mess and dumped it in the trash can. She stared back at the refrigerator.
AKA the story in which the game I used to play constantly ever since elementary school says hi and is subsequently murdered. Yup, we're doin' these again. It's ya boi, Tonkus, back at it again with the SPICY Smokin' Toasted Self-Roasted Reviews! Someone remind me that I'm doing these again if I forget that these reviews exist.
So anyway.