I wrote a new story.

It isn't much, and it's more just an expansion of a What If chapter that I've added some more lore and detail to.

But it's at least a semblance of what I had planned for Christmas.

As always, thank you for reading.

Hey folks! MagicalPony2099 here!

This is a continuation of this blog back on December 3, 2023.

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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~.

So I have pretty much completed the next chapter (monday) of Plagued by Doubt.

But,

There are two major scenes in this chapter that just don't feel right. They feel off, out of character almost.
These two scenes need revision but that shouldn't take long (maybe).

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So, I decided to write again recently. Though, I didn't update A Dazzling Trio as many of you might expect. Instead, I wrote a new chapter for Dreams and Reality, a story about Adagio being the guardian over her two sisters and all. It's definitely a story I've missed, but I never really had the urge to write a new chapter until now. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this new update~ I can't say when the next chapter will be, but I will say it will be longer than this.

Not even a couple of hours after I woke up this morning and I’m Not A Princess! has already surpassed 600 views. Holy moly. I am absolutely blown away by this. I haven’t seen this sort of runaway success since Worthless came out last year and took the site by storm. Looks like it won’t be long before the story becomes a smash hit and I…better start thinking of a sequel idea to capitalize on it next month or something, now that I think about it. You all know the drill by this

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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~.

Welcome back readers! It’s another glorious Monday, and I’m back with another installment of Being a Better Writer!

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“Alright, everything’s fine. Everything’s just fine. We totally didn’t get swallowed up by some all-consuming bubble just now! Nothing terrible or crazy has happened, and everything is just. Fine. Just…”

Lisa’s quiet muttering jolted Zoey from her daze. She blinked, looking down at her hands.

No blood.

That was the weirdest daydream ever. Like, ever ever.

“Lisa?” Zoey hopped off her stool, kneeling down beside her babysitter. “Is something wrong?”

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Здравствуйте читатель, I have a small update for the amazing feedback I've gotten on Under Eternal Winds.

The feedback given was phenomenal and I have been taking notes, brainstorming and most importantly writing down what insights they've given me. I must give thanks to the couple people who were kind enough to comment or dm me their insights.

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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~.

I don't like measuring my progress in years, because it starts to feel too short, a year is such a large span of time, we have a double digit of them in a life, and to think I spent so much of that without a clear purpose, is scary. Thankfully, it is easier to forget than to think.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

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~.

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~.

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.

Pony month was casual fun. There will still be pony content, especially when it is commissioned.
I have gone back to look through several stories, and each time I see someone sharing their joy about my stories, I feel that much happier to continue writing.

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I really wish we could have black-free spaces.

No, seriously, I'm fine if blacks want to be separate, in fact, I'd prefer it and with the current increase of black misbehavior and black disobedience, more and more people are starting to see that as the more preferable solution to the black issue.

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When do trees become a forest? Can we put it to a number? Perhaps it i when they stop being individuals and start to become a pattern. Patterns we intersexual, we interpret, we match and decipher, though we just as easily look past it. When the chaos grows too strong, we ignore it.
Until such a time, we find ourselves lost in a forest, unable to recall the trees we passed on the way in.

Happy clean Filthy Friday~.

Comet’s story is posted! Feel free to let me know what you think of it. See you all soon!

Once I asked where the wind blow, where it carries its call and force through the lands and across the sea, where it leads the currents of air that brush through my hair. Though as I grew, I realized that there is nowhere the wind blows, but one continuous wind, there is no destination, there is just a pattern, a whole o be acknowledged.

Happy Filthy Friday~.