A while ago, Fimfic user Oroboro—the one person whose description I had to edit in the Bronycon blogs, since my editors told me that I came off as Too Horny—hosted the third Sunset Shimmer contest in this very website. It was quite an event, and I wasn’t part of the judging panel, because Oroboro told me I came off as Too Horny (and then winked at me). I’m telling you about this because—listen.
GO READ IT! IT'S TAGGED! AND ALL YOU CASTLEVANIA FANS, PLEASE TRY TO ENJOY IT!
I'll stop yelling now.
Twilight: Thanks for meeting me here today for an interview. Fresh off publishing his new chapter of Twilight's Dollhouse 2 I'm sitting down with Kaidan for an exclusive one on one.
Kaidan: my pleasure
Twilight: So for our new readers who don't know who you are, why don't you introduce yourself.
y'all who still watch for me to update stuff are nerds
it's kinda sweet tho
I haven’t uploaded anything recently. That’s because I’ve been working on a pretty sizable project that’s going to keep me occupied for a while. I was planning to work diligently on that until I finished it, when it would be uploaded at a pace of one chapter a week until conclusion.
My brain: Let's fart out a story idea based on those old fics about Lauren Faust becoming an alicorn in Equestria.
Story pitch coming up next because oof ouch brain rot go brrrrr.
Woke Liberal Soldier?
Instead of their name and rank on their uniforms, they'd demand their pronouns and pride flag emojis instead... right?
And their corpses?
The pronouns on the toe tag.
Dog Tags?
WokeSolidiers: Oh yeah! Kink belongs on the battlefield!!!
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. 🤞
Twice a week, I’m immortal, and my brain contains the entire fucking Universe. Alternatively, I die. Zero middle ground.
Let’s talk about stress, exhaustion, and the need for a creative outlet. But, you know, in a funny way.
my mom was asking me for possible examples of what i mean when i said i wanted short hair
so i showed her this example of troye sivan
and then she started yelling at me "SEE THIS IS WHY YOUR FATHER AND I DONT WANT YOU TO GET SHORT HAIR LIKE THAT! BECAUSE IT'S GUY HAIR! THERE IS NO WAY I'D EVER LET YOU GET A HAIRCUT THAT LOOKS LIKE A GUY!"
and aaaaaaa that is very unpleasant
Okay, hi everyone. It's Pi Day. I forgot about that and had no pie today. Then again, maybe I should blame dyscalculia again. I have no clue. I've been... not doing so well? I'unno. Ice Star is a bitter bean. Not much is new. What will be new is a new chapter of Enemy of Mine that I am close to done with, writing stage-wise.
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.
Going to throw together my Bloodborne hunter costume later next week. Gonna get some of my old clothing and rip and wrap it around me for some homemade makeshift hunting attire. Sadly, I regret to say there will be nobody going as my Eileen the Crow, since Twidashloverxox not only has yet to discuss that date I go on about, but she apparently doesn't seem to do Halloween. Also something about her brother dressing up as Ariel from the Little Mermaid or something...