Daily Frog Blog #3 · 2:43pm May 11th, 2016
Hey, you know it is... it's time! Time for... the daily frog blog! Please, withhold your excitement and applause for after the show.
Hey, you know it is... it's time! Time for... the daily frog blog! Please, withhold your excitement and applause for after the show.
Technically speaking, the hiatus doesn’t end until the start of August, but Discovery Family saw fit to give us a taste of things to come. And it apparently tastes like Seussian bagpipes and bleeding ears. Let’s take it from the top.
Sunset Shimmer set about unpacking her things. Though still reluctant toward the idea of staying in Ponyville long-term, she was at least going to make sure she was comfortable here during her visit. After a solid couple hours of work, the previously-bland master bedroom had been transformed into something far more cozy. The bed was made, her spellbooks and theory texts placed snugly on a bookshelf and magically sealed just to be safe, her clothes and dresses went in the closet, and her
So.
I've been wondering how to write this blog post for the better part of four weeks. I liked the idea of a longer post working out feelings, or musing about the nature of grief, or sharing an experience with a rejected Simpsons couch gag* that became eerily relevant not twelve hours later. I might still do one of those things, but for now there's no way other way to say it than to say it.
My father passed away last month. To the day, in fact.
Followup from yesterday's post.
I started doing this shit three months ago, but the last month and a half was when I went full retard.
(Will be edited as I change my bio)
1. Don't expect me to post stories anytime soon
2. Don't expect me to post stories anytime soon, does anybody besides me actually read these?
3. I have a question; If we have never seen, heard, or thought about something, does it exist?
4. A random wild meme has appeared!
5. Various words that rhyme with dog (i don't remember all of them or the order they were in)
This is only for those who have managed to get acquainted with Fallout: Equestria. If anyone knows (and possibly remembers) that Project Horizons was I believe the first book to reach over a million words, now we have yet another Fo:E fic that has managed to exceed one million words total.
Yep, you read right! A double fic review! No crime in any city, but a double fic review nonetheless. Let's get cracking, shall we? More after the break.
Next chapter is a light little snippet from the night before they leave for the Hive, and I'd like to get the rest of the Hive arc out pretty soon after that.
The unedited version's up on Patreon for my early backers. (anypony who gives me $1 or more on there is gonna get the un-proofed chapters from now on)
Exposition Dump is a stallion who absolutely cannot stop talking about shit. Get it? It's a pun. Naturally, he's a scatologist/coprologist. And he won't shut up about it.
Please steal this OC and tell me how it goes. I'm looking at Admiral Biscuit/Estee, though Estee I'm pretty sure has the good sense not to follow me.
I totally need to figure out how to make this a feghoot.
Oh geeze I'm about to learn more about poop than I ever cared to know.
I’ve had the flu all this week, but it means I’ve had time to read a few more stories lately, so today I’ll be looking at three stories that recently made a big splash on the Featured Box: “Numbers,” “Sum of Their Parts,” and “Mrs. Robinson’s Stand.”
Here's something that might help you authors with your future writing projects — I discovered on Sunday that the back seat of a police cruiser is a LOT less comfortable than you'd assume.
should i...
option 1 means that what if 2 is just a little over a month away
option 2 means that what if 2 might be a whole freakin' year and 5 months away (thinking may 5th 2025 because that's a lotta fives)
Do you know Nobody? He’s my best friend,
Once befriended, we'll be friends 'till the end.
He’s right there when I wake up in my bed.
“Hey, have a nice day, Ben,” Nobody said.
Nobody and I, going out to town,
Don’t feel lonely ‘cause Nobody’s around.
We go to the shops to try some new clothes.
“Looks good,” says Nobody, keeping me close.Night-time: the club with Nobody and I,
Nobody watches me, keeps a close eye.
Nobody helps when I dance and I drink.
Do you like pain?
Are you depressed?
Do you like the idea of being tested by god like Job was with no end in sight?
Then this story is for you. This story is for *redacted joke prolly breaks tos*.
Like the character is a slave who gets emotionally, psychologically, and physically abused and neglected.
Every chapter.
Like, if you are a depressed communist who *redacted* sure, this will appeal to you. You can relate it to the horrors of uh colonialism haha.
To the people who voted that I didn't post enough cross-dressing Sombra, there's now a new story up - just something silly and sweet - with Sombra in yet another dress. Also, Luna. It was really fun to just... write, and to revisit Sombra's wonderful first person perspective (which will appear once in Enemy of Mine, it anyone is curious) as well as to get a piece of fluff out there.
So Princess Luna released a new DREAMSCAPE version yesterday. And apparently I'm one of the early adopters, because I had a hell of a dream.
I'm in the middle of writing a fic (suprise, suprise; I'm always in the middle of a fic), and it struck me how awful my first ever story on FimFiction was. Honestly, it was absolutely terrible. Let me just go ahead and list my top five of the biggest mistakes any author can make:
Is this the most efficient route west? No, it isn’t. Sweetsong will get there when she gets there; it’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey.
Pre-read by AlwaysDressesInStyle!
I've just read Krickis's post on when the portal to the human world opens, and while composing a reply to some of the comments there, I've come across a rather nice coincidence (and co-incidence) in how often it opens. Before I describe it, though, some groundwork is necessary to establish the conditions that make it work. I can't help but take the opportunity to describe my own