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

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Salutations dear ponies out in the naughty aether.

While this week doesn't have any pony related story, there is a momentous collaboration being posted on Eka's portal. And again, I am unable to give you a link to it, but if you search for 'A Spice of Life' on Eka's, you will probably find it.

Otherwise, there are some pony projects coming up, but not quite yet. There are however naughty stuff to look forward to, so stay tuned to your internet satellites~.

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Greetings all you grass lovers (come on, not that kind),
how are you all doing?

what?

Stop looking at me like that.

What?

I posted a story last week, ( I did, didn't I?) give me some rest.

Though, I suppose there is more content coming, but that is a little while off still.

In the meantime, enjoy all your pastures and precious pals, and have a fantastically Filthy Friday~.

Hello everyone! So, now that I've finished Frozen Family, the sequel to Frozen Friendship, I am going to be posting a new story. It is... technically another Disney parody story, but also not. You'll find out what that means when it comes out. I will give you a preview: the main characters are going to be four bad eggs, who have a chance to be good, and one prince of a fellow to help them along. And it's going to be a storm of a story. So stay tuned!

This week I am uploading my contribution to the new years vore pony art pack. If you wanna see what is in store for the latest artpack, check out my other accounts for links.

Bubbles hold such promise, they grow and shimmer and glimmer, you want to see more, so you give it more. The bubble rewards you, and begs to shine brighter, it would be callous to deny its request now, seeing how beautifully it inflates.

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Is it not odd that rot can smell sweet? After years of deteriorating and building rust, a saccharine nature blossoms? Is it a sign to consider what rot represents, what it means to sink into the ground? Or perhaps to make one reconsider what sweetness truly is?
Leave a spoon in sugar, give it time, and it will tarnish into a tattered shadow of metal.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Time slows, the seat carries us upwards towards the stars, past the vail of grease that swathes the heaven in clouds and into the stuffed nothingness. Here there is peace. For a moment, there is respite and relaxation. Imagination, the place of escape, the place we dare thread, away from our own existance. Yet, imagination is branded with more than just escape. It is where our lives lead, it is where we envision the path.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Hi everyone! 

If you've been following me then you've probably noticed that today I published the last chapter of The Opening Act. In fact, chances are that you found this blog post through the Author's Note of that chapter. In any case, the way that chapter ends is the way I felt that story needed to end. However, it is only the beginning of what I had planned, the opening act, if you will.

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Afternoon everyone.

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Time’s been flying by almost too fast it feels. Lots of life stuff still getting me down, but I’m trying to keep more upbeat lately. October is one of my favorite months of the year, and coincidentally that’s the month I have a lot of big things planned for at least two stories, both of which are passion projects of mine.

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Twin month 2022 starts now all months will be full of themed stories.

A new story going up today, about Ero and Essex's lewd and filthy Birthday sexcapades. There is a fair amount of explicit material, so do be warned before you venture into the depths of depravity~.

The caterpillar ate its fill,
racking up quite the meal bill,
It ate until there was no more,
when the collectors knocked on its door.
It hit away within a cocoon,
thinking, worried, raided by the goon,

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If a single ripple can disturb a pond, and a single event sculpts all forthcoming, then what is the magnitude of everything? All events,rippling the surface of the water, spreading through lakes and into the oceans, in all that chaos of disturbed peace, is one contribution truly meaningful?
Perhaps not.
Good thing we aren't ripples.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

System Alert- Foreign vessel detected at close proximity;

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Hello again, everyone! So, the last time I posted one of these updates was shortly after Thanksgiving, and I had just finished discussing Ch.8(Tension) and Ch.9(Fear) and was ready and excited to talk about the next two, Ch.10(Home) and Ch.11(Closure). But then at some point or another, I blinked and suddenly it was Christmas, and I had only finished discussing one of the Griffonstone chapters.

Firstly, Merry Christmas, everyone! Hope you’re all enjoying the holiday!

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Duality. Such is the way of perception. We perceive the world according to our own perspective, tailored by thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Our way of viewing is our own alone, and with others we craft shared viewing. Two people seeing an art piece experience two different sensation. Yet, as soon as they discuss and share, they can form a common ground. Which is then, the correct way to view the world? Or do we see in numerous ways, and become selective in the ones which we follow?

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I feel the world is too large for my eyes to behold. Despite how wide my lids can open, they can only see a fraction of my surroundings, can only retain a modicum of the world around me. At least, on a comprehensible level. I could see more of the world, if I moved back. Eventually, more and more of the whole would come into view, but my distance to is grows in proportion. The more I see the world, the less I can see of the world. But just because I cannot see it, does not stop it from

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