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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Before you guys get excited… NO. No, I am not planing on writing this story anytime soon. I’ve already got my hands tied with DragonHeart, Flame and Sword and The MystiKnight Chronicles. I do NOT have the time, not the energy, to write another little pony legend story.

However, just because I don’t write the actual story, doesn’t mean ideas don’t pop up every now and again. But having ideas isn’t the same as actually writing them. Or wanting to write them.

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Another year, another birthday, and another story on top of that. This week we have a tale of a predator who is, less than willing, but a cult of meals eager to slide down her throat~.

It is interesting, how I insist that time makes its mark on me. I look in the mirror and see nothing but what was always there, but my mind fills in the blanks if many lives and people I have been, from when I was young enough to remember. And similar, I can imagine a time, when I am old enough to forget.

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Have you ever taken your time to listen to the muffled world outside of your comfort zone? Ever thought about that what is outside, can be brought inside if you only made an effort to reach out?
Things which seemed ill fitting for you at first are now something magical and close, since it is in your comfort zone.

Everyone has theirs, imagine if everything was in your comfort zone?
If so, how would you be able to act?

At times, our feet reach out for solid road, to be met but not but our erroneous presumptions. A step ary leads the body to fly, yet only for a short while. Reality crashes into us, and we can not but ask forgiveness. For can we blame the irrefutable earth, when we were the one with our heads in the clouds?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Fickle mistress, hear me thus,
whilst thou leave me to my ruckus?
Fickle mistress, who listens I hope,
whilst thou lend your wisdom to cope?
Fickle mistress, I am troubled with pain,
Whilst thou grant relief, that my suffering pertain?
Fickle mistress,
Whilst thou?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Ok so while the next chapter of Our new friends is being worked on, I have been thinking...
A few of you have been inquiring about the Rainbow Dash side of the story. Rest assured its still coming of course, but here lies my problem.

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There comes a time of action, some might claim, where we take up arms against our troubles and march forwards. At those times we can accomplish great feats, and topple what stands before us. Yet, those moments are presented in the past. As a necessity then, less than it is today. We see not the pillar that tower over us, for we stand too close.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

As a Monster Mare enthusiast I love seeing and reading all things pertaining to monster mares. So imagine my surprise to discover that while there is a lot of artwork out there of Shark Mares, there aren't hardly any stories here on FiMFiction about them (as far as I could find). Thus I decided to write one and once it is done being proofread it will be available for reading.

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When presented with Everything, I tend to choose nothing. If you give me option A or option E, I tend to go for Æ. Something about all being open, all being a valid option, disinterest me. Perhaps there lies something, in that it is not the options we choose, but how we are posed to make them, that engage us.
Or perhaps, it relates to the act of choosing, falling out of line with what I truly desire.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Blackest Friday of the cycle is met with a gleaming pearl of white marble.
The contrasts of nature and its inhabitants grow defined, greys shine in their new hues, melding with the pearl of the sky or the everlasting umbra engulfing the earth.
There are no true extremes in hue, yet this night comes close.

Wishing you all to survive the deepest day of the cycle, and that your Friday is full of fun.

If I take an action, in that moment, the action defines me. Should I refuse to act, then I am marked by its absence. For each moment, I am marked as the being who performs that action. Who makes that choice. And if the future is yet to come, and the past is written and defined. Then I will forever be, the person I am right now.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Greetings everypony,
This week there is nothing to upload here, but I have been teasing about something coming...
And that something is July. We are having a Changeling Event Month.

Information about the event will be linked on my Eka's Portal profile, if you can find it.

A series of 4 stories will be uploaded over July, which means one story per week every Friday.

Until then, you will just have to keep your tails in check.

Wishing you all a Fantastic Filthy Friday~.

With tirades driving my mind on twisted creeks and darkness swathing in the periphery, I cannot help but wonder if I give enough thought to what matters. How much of my time is necessary, and where could it else be spent?
Though the odd argument here and there, does fuel the spirit.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

I begin as I end, in the comfort of myself. Each cycle I live for the moment, content in leaving the chasing for others while I delight in the moments I have and keep having. I think little of the past, though I hold it in high regard; I strive to satisfy in the moments I live, yet every moment passes me by; I see everything around me just for what it is, and yet I am blind.

Who am I?

Happy Filthy Friday, and a pleasant new year to you all~.

Sorry for posting this a bit late, the system isn't agreeing with my web browser for some reason. I've talked it over plenty with the admins and even they can't figure out the problem. So for now, in order to post things I need to reopen my account in a private page before posting.

Either way, my newest story is here. Spike's Best "Man"

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