Another Random Snuggle Story! · 4:15pm Aug 14th, 2018
On a little bit of a roll here with all these fluffy, random stories. Something really brief here but regardless I hope you enjoy!
On a little bit of a roll here with all these fluffy, random stories. Something really brief here but regardless I hope you enjoy!
Happy hearth's warming everyone, hope you all had a great time!
I'm super stoked to finally publish something after so long. Give it a read and let me know what you guys think!
I await you in the evening, I see you in when it's dark.
You know of me, master me, yet you remain my slave.
I am by your side longer than any, yet my visage remains veiled.
And in the twilight of consciousness you ponder, the brief moment I am known.
Each of those moments, I scrub from your mind.
And await you again, in the dread of night.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Should I listen to the voices today? Would I heed the call set out for me? Shall I strive ever onwards on what missions have been put a-front? What is, the purpose, really? For someone of my niche, to strive feels purposeless, for what is achieved can again soon be forgotten, locked away within a glass closet, whose doors lay cloaked in dust.
But should I not to strive, then what would call shall I heed?
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Today we'll show the continuation, and conclusion, to last week's story. The final rounds are coming up, and who will remain standing, remains to see.
Struggling, bending the corners of my influence, testing the limits to be met by nothing but sheer force. The limits are there not as a restriction to what lies beyond, the limits are the beyond, they are everything else there is. So, perhaps by struggling, I can reach further than I ever thought was possible.
Happy filthy Friday~.
There is a certain tranquillity that comes with nature, this grand,, magnanimous state of existancewe share. It is faulty to call it nature. There is a great disservice done in denoting it by but a simple word, with six frail letters. for it cannot be contained in 6, 12, or 18 symbols. Were we to take all literature relating to nature, and compile it to one single tome, would reading it, still even give a spectre of the magnitude of nature? Even if we did. It would escape. It always does. It
Separated by a thread,
over the abyss.
Latched together one more time,
every day a miss,
Tensions mounting,
All are shouting,
Silenced by a kiss.
Happy Filthy Friday, and a Happy new year~.
My perspective of time ran out.
It didn't tell me when it was going, perhaps it wanted to pick up some ice cream. A time sensitive dish, as they all are, though this one more than most readily available alternatives. Perhaps it needed to cool down? You usually do not rush out in a hurry, without saying where you are going, when you are calm and collected. I ponder if I should go out and find it. But, perhaps I'll just let it be.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
I wrote this story as a bit of an introspective look to myself and my history with the pursuit of being a good person.
I also wrote it for a friend who is having a crisis of faith with feeling like they're letting their audience down by not continuing their work, which for all intents and purposes is free content for said audience.
Hiya, lovely peeps!
Creating this blog to promote what is coming soon...
February 6th, 2023 - A Study of Smart & Social
When we were younger, Shiny was envious of my intellect. He never did anything about it or even let it show, but I could tell. He’s my BBBFF.
BBBFF. Big Brother Best Friend Forever? It’s a Light family thing.
I still wish to see more, to know more, to understand, more. This more keeps me going, has my senses peaked, has my interest captured. And I barely understand what I already have, what is important to me is n disappears in a haze of striving towards new goals, towards new horizons, towards new... more.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Hiya, lovely peeps!
Welcome to my new series: behind-the-page, where I can give you background information on my newest story. Make sure to read the story first to avoid spoilers and understand what we’re talking about.
Today’s story: My Dearest Twilight.
Today we have a new story, a follow up on a tale posted just about a year ago, the ever month late Lazy August makes their return in september. However, what is going with her lately? Has she got butterflies in her stomach for somepony?
Or somepony in her stomach for... butter, purposes.
Suppose You will have to find out~.
Once there was a bird ruminating,
they sat on an egg and just waiting,
For motion they heard,
then thought the bird,
Whoever's inside is just baiting...
Greetings, and welcome to Filthy Friday the Thirteenth~.
This will be the last filthy Friday for neary a year's time, so of course we-...
...
Tailor thy vest to suit thine needs,
Tailor thy vest so you cannot breathe.
Take a stance to face the world,
Take cover in shadows from all it hurled.
Tread with vigour towards thine goal,
Tread in silence, so no one beholds.
Thus you ensure that you see all,
Thus you ensure no one sees your fall.
...
The times move with us, though we already knew that. It is in fact our perception of it which makes it tangible to us. Tangible, though not tactile. In that line of thought, time only exists when we care to let it. when we bother to give it a glance, or obsess over it with zealous vigor.
Then, taking a break to relax, holds a temporal duality:
It is the single largest waste of time.
And a moment where no time passes.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Memory lingers, memory is fleeting, through memory we perceive the world. Clouds condensed of thought, serving as the canoes for sailing the seas of perception. In this context, it is sound that we fear death; the loss of our ability to remember. And, perhaps more so, we fear being forgotten.
But then, how come we experience tranquility,
in those moments bereft of memory?
When life slows,
to a stand...
still.
Happy Filthy Friday~.
Hope is a curious prospect. Hope is the last to leave us, and in that sense it never does. Without hope, there is no desire, there is no future to be ready for. And yet, in times of hopelessness, where all options have been exhausted, when no action makes a difference, when hope has truly left... That is when hope is at its strongest. To hope when there is none, shows dedication beyond measure.
Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.
We move in unison. Each taking our own steps at our own pace, yet all striking the ground at the same time. We perceive otherwise, we see others, notice how their pace differs, how ours matches our heartbeat, how theirs goes off track. We judge without seeing from their perspective, and miss out on a lot we would understand if we were walking their pace.
However, most of the time, people do not notice.
Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.
Efficiency is a balance. Once a predator out rivals a prey, they find a new one. If prey are being hounded, they either perish or adapt. Were no out competed prey to adapt, the predator finds themselves, obsolete. In an area where they can no longer hunt, and thus themselves perish. Were there but prey and predator, it would ease matters. However, environment, competition, time, and further factors plays as much a role in this delicate balance. In the end the scales will tip stable, one way or