It takes a long while to process a moment thoroughly, we pass through so many that there is little we can absorb. But when I pause, and consider, every moment is worth so much discussion, so much depiction, so much attention. And yet we leave most of them be.
Terrifying to think, of all those unappreciated out there.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

At certain moments, we wish we could go back, to experience life from a new angle, to take a peek into what was. OR perhaps, to simply slow down our perception, to see what was around us. Those shining little moments of reality that linger in the back of our mind on days bereft of the moments we cannot point to on a map. At those moments, one wishes they could slice time in half, to halt the beginning and end, for but a snapshot of the majesty of one... single.... instant.

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A bit under two years after we saw the sun set on Equestria (and putting aside the fever dream of an interlude,) it is finally time to see how the golden age of Twilight tarnished into a long, dark night of Equestria’s soul… and the rise of a new Sunny era. Let’s begin.

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In times where we face ourselves, there is little to exchange. One would believe we have much to say of our own being, yet to ourselves, all is there. All is not known, yet knowing oneself is a sisyphean task, for the process of learning, too, changes our being. Then, instead of talking with ourselves, we merely talk at ourselves, at what we cannot affect grasp, yet our actions can influence, as it always does.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Hello, everypony. It would be really nice if a few of you joined one of my first groups that I joined, Princess Luna Fans! Thank you all, every pony!
-My Sister Tia

As close as you want it to be, you cannot create ten artworks without one being dis-satisfactory. You cannot say a hundred sentences without being unsatisfied with one. For some the ratio is slanted in or against their favour. Perhaps half your sentences come out garbled, or perhaps only 1 in 10 artworks becomes something you are proud of.
So then, the more you try, the more results you will achieve.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Hidden at the edge of society, along the road to a field, follow the path beyond the premises, and cross the water on the ancient bridge. There, in a hidden house, packed under the worry of clothes, something lies waiting, something without a home.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Sometimes I forget how much of our world is run by our own creations. And how much distance that creates between people. A system can handle baseline tasks better than humans, but it can only process numbers, compared to knowing how those numbers feel, understand how one number 2 is different from another 2. But it does everything else with so much efficiency, we consider only that. It becomes worth it.
The rest we can patch up, best we can, and we will have to do so, more and more...

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So, as it might be clear by this point, I like the Shadowbolts. So, I decided to make another fic for them

For those of you who liked my original fic "Obsession", this is kind of in the same vein as that. It's going to be a group of vignettes going into personal headcanons for these side characters, including an OC by the name of Lime Candy. I think I'll have some fun with it, and I think you guys might like it as well.

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>be me
>finish interlude chapter
>halfway through Episode 03
>try and do artwork for project
>suffer hard drive failure and lose artwork
>sadface.jpeg
>become demotivated
>get sidetracked playing Deus Ex
>"This game is soooo good."
>"I feel like I'm forgetting something... Oh well, I'll figure it out later."
>two weeks pass
>finish playing DXHR
>"...Oh shit, forgot to post interlude."
>opens browser

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Inside is warm.
Outside is cold.
When I brave the outside, I dress accordingly. At times I only find my gloves and jacket, at times I dress up too much, but I can always anticipate the cold that is to come.
Unless the cold invites itself inside. Where my fingers freeze before I find gloves, where my toes are ice cubes before I walk to close the door, where my teeth clatter and come to a stop.
So far I remain.
Though I have to fix that door.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

We have a new story coming up this week, and a follow up next week, time for another party.

Silence binds up, and can be a wondrous thing. A time oft neglected or forgotten, but a necessity to function. Yet, so many try to fill it constantly. Bombard themselves with noise, so as to never go a waking moment without it. Then again, perhaps there is no silence for those people. Whatever they hear when all else goes quiet, must be frightening.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Read it here!

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Happy New Year everypony.

I have been ill for the past two weeks and had a very painful christmas. I hope you all had a good christmas ^^

Thankfully i'm feeling much better and no longer in severe pain.

I had originally wanted to uploaded Chapter 2 for Christmas Day but from being ill i couldn't do it but thankfully i was able to do it for New Years.

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/524250/3/fallout-equestria-influx-under-the-red-cloud/chapter-2-toxic-welcome

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I can emulate a sense of home, but only to the eye of my mind. The most potent medium to craft and recollect the past, could craft the uttermost detailed and spectacular view of that nostalgia from my past. And yet it is also what will stop me from ever reaching the past, because it lets me know it isn't real.

Happy First Filthy Friday of the year~.

So I made a new profile picture, it's been a while since I last drew my little pone and I figured I needed a new icon

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A shovel hit the ground, pushing up a small mound of dirt.

"Hurry up, we don't got all day, y'know!"

A grunt. The shovel pierced deeper into the ground. A heave. A hole. Another jab at the soft topsoil. Another heave. A deeper hole.

The figure overseeing the work nodded in approval. This would make for a fine distraction.

Times appears to move slower when there is nothing to spend it on. An observation made my many, though why? is it a phenomenon of coincidence, or or deliberation. Perhaps it is far more distant and ethereal. For you see, time as we perceive it exists only when we measure it. Until we observe it, its existence remains in flux, or perhaps entirely in-existent.

Happy Filthy Friday~.