Sorry for another delay, folks, but this latest chapter ended up considerably bigger and thus needed more time to edit and flesh out. So, while you will have to wait slightly longer, you will get a bigger chapter overall than the last three. See you then!
Polite reminder that we've passed the halfway point for Imposing Sovereigns II.
Additional polite reminder that Ponies: the Galloping, the actual MLP-based Magic cards that genuinely exist, go on sale tomorrow on the Hasbro Pulse store. Yes, they're really calling it Ponies: the Galloping.
That is all. For now.
I haven't been able to put out more than two chapters in the last year for these stories. I can't muster the willpower or enthusiasm to write for them, and it's better to be done with them rather than have them linger in the back of my mind, taunting me with their incomplete status.
As of now, they are Cancelled stories.
So, for those of you not in the know about mi amigo Bookplayer, she's the type of gal that comes on here and writes horse words where they're horses. (I know, lame, since how can a horse punch or have a rocking pair of tits? Humanized 2: Horses 0.) Today is no exception to her horsewords. She's uploaded the first two chapters of a fic focusing on Private Pansy and Commander Hurricane. I had the great opportunity to preread for her and
i guess there would be a intent difference between saying "nothing ever happened" and "everything never happened" whereas the first implied the events didn't happen, the second implies that at one point, they had happened; but if one were to check now, the events would have apparently never existed. This is known as retroactively not doing something. For example if I were to delete this post and then go to every physical place where the post was saved to, and wipe that information; is there any
IN WHICH I AM ON VACATION
So for tonight's music video, you get this -- my favourite (male) singer of all time: Bruddah IZ.
People always talk about his "Over The Rainbow" cover, but this one deserves a look too. Anyway...
Yes, Pulling Heartstrings was published for a moment before being taken down. Yes, it's being rewritten. No, it's not going to be nearly as cringe as it was with its initial iteration. Yes, the plot line will remain mostly the same. No, I will not make Jason a Gary Stu. I will be making an attempt at having the story make a bit more sense than it did when I first wrote it. Yes, it will actually have a point this time.
Like, winging it the entire way through the story, without any idea of what'll happen or where you're going.
(But never asked my followers before . Though, I'll do now for fun.)
please don't destroy this blog :C
Holy Shit what am I doing with my life?!?!?
I haven't made anything for a long time.....
In my most recent chapter of The Paths we Carve I elaborated on Amelio and how she usually ends with taking up smoking of some kind, more often than not healthy herbs that smell nice. Always using a pipe or a holder. I've been wanting to write another sex scene for awhile and I decided what better way to elaborate on Amelio's dominant nature than make something erotic involving her? Big Mac just happens to fit well with the kinks I adore using the most.
This isn't a sappy blog reminiscing on me, way back when, no. This is just a blog to serve as a reminder that, at one point, I cared.
I cared about upvotes, downvotes, comments, and favourites. I cared about how my works came across to others. And it was that caring that made me realize I shouldn't.
Underneath a black blanket of stars
You lay upon my shoulder your sweet head
And for one moment I feel you are mine
When you could be anyone else's instead
Your lovely eyes fill me with life
And your smile makes me beam with glee
If I'm asleep, then don't wake me up
From this wonderful little fantasy
An adorable yawn escapes your lips
As your eyes drift off to sleep
So lay your head upon my chest
Hear the lullaby of my heartbeat
Dream, my love, and of sweet things
Out of all the fics I've released, only two of them don't have a pony crying in them at some point.
If someone was to tell you that the following five creatures evolved from a common ancestor, and that each new trait evolved only once:
Over and over again, I've been snapped at for asking for help or a simple question. It feels unfairly isolating and makes me feel like I wasn't meant to be heard. Sometimes, I don't know why I even bother anymore.