Signature style:

- Dudeses in Equestrias
- No artwork
- Only ever the same two tags (with one exception)
- Characters so dense you could use them as an x-ray backdrop
- Willingness to give Celestia the benefit of the doubt to the point of straining credulity because I have a soft spot for her a mile wide
- References for no reason other than I think they're funny
- Britishnessnessness

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Of course, after having got myself into trouble for, ah, posting things seperately I now live in constant terror of doing it again without really realising.

Especially given that's kind of how all of Jack's stories are laid out. But I guess they're all pretty self-contained?

I don't know! Do I look like a man with a plan?!

Weirdly, my biggest takeaways from the film are:

A) Animation still weirds me out.
B) Princess Skystar is adorable. She has freckles! Ye Gods! I want one!
C) I'm a huge fan of the Storm King's big ol' goons. For hulking, grunting dudes they have a surprising amount of character. That one guy who snipped the balloon strings for no reason? Class. And later Fluttershy just talks one of them down! Even better!

Man I love goons. As a concept. To be a goon...what a thought.

Ahem.

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I really must get around to watching the newer film at some point, this 'Tempest Shadow' sounds fascinating.

Wait a minute.

I just pinched off a hair shy of 40k words in, like, twelve days.

...how did I...what...

That was weird.

Actually, when I say 'You can trust this face' it'd be more accurate to have this face:

As it's closer to what I actually look like.

Of course, my reluctance to properly use tags is no-doubt a hindrance to myself and a source of practical frustration to some, but it seems like some are still enjoying what I put out so, eh. It works out, I guess?

Really though, it comes from me feeling that using tags is disingenuous on my part, being as how I feel I've never even - for example - done anything sufficiently romantic to warrant the label.

But that's me.

My primary motivating factor in the batpony thing - other than fluffiness, obviously - is a jazz/funk cover of the song Pollyanna from Mother.

I am not sure why, but that's how it's happened.

Guess I probably should have thought about what I was doing a little bit more than I did.

Story of my life, really.

Oh God, it won't stop.

The words! The batpony words!

They just keep coming!