Dark, is the road, stretching beyond our vision. Few see its end, some are wise to it, yet once you have reached that point, your journey is set to change. Wherever we saunter, endings come. Even our time on the road. Thoughts to be considered, but not consumed by.

Today's post brought to you by the absent of the mark after K, because sometimes keyboards break.

Have a Great Fithy Friday~.

If the moon was a lake would the heavens be an ocean?
Yet a lake is but a drop to the vast expanse of space.
If the moon then was a lake,
I'd be content to dip in a drop,
and leave the vastness above as the sky.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Yes, you heard that right, I'm starting a new series of stories based in a timeline where Canterlot fell, the princesses vanished, the main six have vanished. What makes this different from my other timelines, for one thing, this is based in present-day Equestria, with Month 0 covering the very thing that starts this timeline and yes, just my other saga it will take place in the Darklightverse, to be more accurate for the ones that have been wondering this is what happened to the world Twilight

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Wash your hands~.

To seek gemstones one does not uncover glimmer and scintillant forms. There lay not grandeur nestled beneath your feet, waiting for a palm to reach it. A gem is as its element, dirt. Rocks and filth crust it, dulled to a point where treasure hunters would pass it by. But one who truly seeks gemstones is patient, meticulous, and pours in the effort to polish rocks into things of beauty.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Days pass as footsteps, the prints on the road below us, those we never get to see, which we never experience fully. Each step precedes another, always a focus on the new, yet all we see of the days are the diffuse outlines we entertain within our recollection. Even if we were to turn, the past of the road is shrouded, cast in dusk of neglect. Yet, many spends their days marveling at this very abyss, while others could care less, for the road is unending, and there are always more steps to be

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So I have always had a problem with hyper focus on projects. I want to force myself out of that. I am working on a new story, one which will will hopefully be updated at least twice a month though lets be fair I don't stick to schedules like that. This is in addition to Apples, Oranges, and Pokehearts, which will hopefully be updated twice a month at least as well. It shouldn't be too much of a problem as I can write a somewhat absurd amount of words when I can focus in a month. My record is

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What is dance? A celebration of life and togetherness? A gesture to the elements? A distraction? It functions this way, as many tasks do. The practitioner is engulfed in the act, disappearing into their focus. At the same time, they rob the focus from the watcher, interlocking them in a chain of distractive influence, allowing the world around them to fade away. To dance then, is meaningless.
However, the first interpretation was right on the money.

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What sort of summer will it be?
Did you ever pay attention to the first butterfly you saw when the first warm days came? Some say it is a preminition of the season.
From its colours you can scry the future, finding purpose.

Butterflies are not inherently magical (at least I believe so). However, it is a reminder of what we do in our world every day: finding purpose.

Have a lovely weekend, and a thoughtful Filthy Friday.

We continue this week with another chapter in the "Of the year" series. Within, we see how the festivities culminates, and if all is going according to plan.

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Long we await, in times passing where not experienced. I would dread, turning back on my road, and getting a glimpse of my footprints, seeing how many of them were spent in the emptiness of unaction. Yet, it is with these moment we can create, express, and live. Without them, there would be no live. Without negative space, there is no road.

Wishing you all a Happy Filthy Friday~.

This a time for contemplation, where the winds of change peruse us on their brief passby, flying by the sidewalk of the road of life.
Hooves clatter to the ground, and in it we can find peace, lost in the noise of daily life as to not think of where we are going, merely that we are moving forwards, with the winds at our backs.

Have a fantastic Filthy Friday everyone and pone, and a wonderous weekend~.

Today we have a new story about a changeling, left to their own devices in the aftermath of the canterlot struggle, and the lewd ways he recovers and satisfies their hunger.

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Today comes the first of a 2 parter, a treacherously lewd and filthy combat contest between griffons. You could say it is a cockfight. With slightly higher stakes, and more actual cocks.

Why. Because?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Today we have a warm, comfortable tale brewing, one only coming round every once in a while. To cherish and care and for.

What is lost won't leave our side. Transient encounters leave n impact, and what we attribute a short length in reality has sown its root within our minds and beings long before. Some see clouds of greed, othes see a flurry of opportunity.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

One can strive without strife.
There will be pressure, there will be resistance, though without it, there is stagnation.
Would I wade through the waterfall, were there no current?
Would I rest in a dry valley?
There will come a time, there will require action, though in constant use, it wears thin.
One can strive without strife.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Y'know,

Things start getting complicated when you subdivide your story arcs by sub-arcs.

Alright guys,
So I've decided on my next story
I'm so happy with how the last one went
I can only hope this one will measure up

First, let me say, I'm gonna start kink tagging in the author's notes
Alot of people didn't read my last descrip and were surprised by the twi dick
Hopefully, this new method will work better

Now let's cut to the chase
My new story is a Sunset Shimmer and Applejack romantic clop
And it's not quite as fetishy as my last one

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At times I remember how out of phase I am. It can come as a shock, though it rarely arrives. Once I have lived under a rock for enough time, I stop consider what lies beyond the rock, or see it as merely an extension of its solidity; Shadows on walls of granite.
Repressed, but known, there is always something casting the shadow.

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~.

Howdy everypony,
Today comes the follow up from last week's story, and a warning, it is pretty explicit and filthy~.

Where do we place the value of a life. Do we place it in the individual? Their own experiences and emotions, perhaps a selfish stance. Do we place it in others? Their effect on the lives they have touched? Perhaps on the world at large, the legacy they leave behind? But that would spell dread for all but a few, and even those time will erase.

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