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Fiddlebottoms


"Art forms that appeal to modern leftish intellectuals tend to focus on sordidness, defeat and despair, or else they take an orgiastic tone, throwing off rational control ..."

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The mare is Twilight, but using her name didn't feel right. The story was inspired by somebody, but explaining further would be begging for a restraining order. I'm not entirely sure if this was supposed to be a trollfic or not, it just sort of ... happened.
I sometimes think that people invented church because Sunday mornings are the most depressing days of the week. Something I'd be better of enduring by drinking coffee and being surrounded by singing strangers, rather than abusing a word processor.

Well this was different, pretty serious but interesting all the same. Did the colt die at the end (did they suffocate due to smoke inhalation)? It raises so many questions.

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She suffocates him with the pillow after they ... well, not really snuggle, but something, on the couch.
Then she leaves.
I might have to go clarify that.

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Why? I could tell it was a short relationship, and that she didn't really like him Also pressuring the kid into cigarets) but that's a bit excessive. Is Twilight just a stand-in character?

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Like I said, I don't really know what this was. If it was a trollfic, I'd say she did it for some dumb reason ("Do you still think Daring Do is for foals?"), if it was a clopfic, I'd say he wanted to die and she wanted to know what killing was like, and if it was a SRSBSNS.DOC, I'd say it happened because all events in life are inevitable (sort of like that story about the builder who kills himself in Nights in Tunisia by Neil Jordan) or because of some complicated back story (assassination, they were on their honeymoon and things went way South really fast, whatever).
Or maybe some other reason. There's enough random symbols and comments that I was more attached to the mystery.
Also this

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Fixed. And steal away. I think I stole the line from somewhere myself, but Google didn't tell me shit.
I think church might be a defense against Sundays. If it weren't for the dressing up thing, I'd probably do it.

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Another origins mystery solved. I honestly would never have guessed. Is this a self insert btw (I doubt it, but I know Twifight is featured so...)?

Why the dislikes?

Rape has never been so sensual.

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This is gonna surprise some people, but there is a limit to how much creepy-weirdness I am willing to indulge. That right there is the limit.
Thinking about it, this fic is exactly what I was complaining about with shortskirts. There really is nothing solid enough here to call anything. I'd hope I was able to describe Twilight physically well enough that the reader could recognize her, but other than that everything is just smoke and phantoms.
And then the protagonist dies, cuz sads.

I don't even know.

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It is a pretty easy story to dislike. Thanks to Wrath here, I'm starting to dislike it myself.

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It was supposed to be murder.
I'm surprised you restrained yourself, though.
Which means I have to do it.
"Hate me, do it and do it again. Waste me. Rape me, my friend."
GODDAMMIT, KOBAIN! It isn't supposed to be about rape.

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RAPE ME
(rape me)
RAPE ME
(rape me)
RAPE MEEEEEEEE...

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Well now I feel bad, I never thought you were the self insert but just never ruled out the possibility. I got that it was twilight straight away btw, what I'm getting at is that she was so out of character that maybe she was was a stand-in for an OC. I actually quite liked the mystery.

I'm not really sure how to start.

Specifically, I've spent a long time typing a collection of disjointed observations, only to come back to those words and hastily delete the lot in hopes to better convey what is currently a decidedly uncommon collection of frivolous thoughts and trifling emotions. A few times now. Maybe more.

Still unsure of where to begin, honestly.

I guess I'm shocked, or more appropriately IN shock, even though I knew very well I would be. Does that mean anything at all? As if following a trail of blood up a flight of stairs, I was quite sure what would be waiting at the end - all terrible and tragic - yet I pushed forward towards the inevitable conclusion for some deeply sick require to ogle.

It's just fucking brilliant. BRILLIANT. I can’t for the life of me figure out how else to put it.

Here I've found a haunting, longing, visceral lust that was dutifully accepted by both parties DESPITE OBVIOUSLY KNOWING exactly how it'd HAVE to end.

Well, that's how I felt about it. Nothing at all like love; the discomforting remove of any remorseful afterthought bringing everything inevitably and deliberately as it had been planned from the beginning - so it's exactly like love, really.

I don't know how to finish now.

Thank you will have to suffice, I'm afraid.

I SO KNEW YOU COULD DO THAT.

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I used Twilight as a nod to the original inspiration. As for OOCness, I can see a darker version of Twilight agreeing to kill for the experience. Not propositioning in the first place, of course, but if someone was, literally, asking for it like a reversed version of Armin Meiwes. That's my favorite explanation, and I might even try to write something for it. Describe their week together.
Anyway, I feel better now, because

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Your welcome (I think)?
You can now take your place beside Pascal, DontWannaKnow, onourown, Arcainum, Inferno demon Dash, WrathofGod519, and a couple other people who should have known better than to make words where I might see them.

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I regret nothing.

This story rocketed through the front page listing - I find that unfair.

I'm not quite sure what to think of this story. At first, I thought that the unnamed colt went on a date with Twilight, got her blackout drunk, and had his way with her. She apparently has dried trails of tears, and lost the excited glimmer of virginity in her eyes, and the colt seems stricken with her despite how she brushes him off, and doesn't fight back as she suffocates him. But before that they were in this suite for a week? Did they rent the suite while drunk, and decide to make use of it anyway?

Then I read this 1685578 about her agreeing to kill him and I just don't know...

You've definitely got my attention with this story, and I can't help but notice that "Incomplete" tagged on it...

1684899 Ugh, I guess I may as well . . .

I too noticed the incomplete tag. It and at least one of the author's comments seem inconsistant with one another. 'Will there be more' begs to be asked.

Though this is not the style I would normally fav, something about it makes me think of Edgar Allen Poe, and has me wishing to see more of this.

I've read this story about twenty times. I guess that puts it in my top three list! That, and having a snuff story inspired by me AND featuring Twilight Sparkle is my fetish! EVERYONE WINS.

Oh, and this:

i.imgur.com/RpIQ5.png

OM NOM NOM NOM!

I have no idea what to make of this...
And I love it for it.
Love the song too.

I adore this story. I read it all the time. It's very special to me! It's forever stuck in my current reads on my user page because I can't stop thinking about it. Thus the reread.

Pity it's still incomplete. I should promote it, seeing as I enjoy it so much. Twilight as a black widow just makes sense in my headcanon. When she becomes a Princess, psh... imagine the bloodshed.

FIDDLE DEE DEE!

... my anus is bleeding.

I read this all the time. To me, it remains a very poignant and persistent creation. The very meaning is enough, but the execution and depravity it contains simply sends me soaring.

I love and miss you, Fiddle. I'm not alone.

Still around, still love you and this story.

I know you're okay. You have to be.

Everything. Everything will be all right.

PresentPerfect
Author Interviewer

Well, that was a thing.

I read this and I still don't know what to think about it. Is it about the way life has an unexpected ending that has no right sneaking up on you, or the fact life in general has no meaning. To just be snuffed out because we are just pawns of some mystical being that rules our life with a clenched fist. Or are we just the way for an end.
But anyway love the mystery and thank you would have to do. Hope the end is as deadly as writers block to an unborn story.

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