I was somehow dragged into enjoying this infernal series at the end of 2012, and in that time I have become a ridiculously huge fan. Now I am facing the predicament that is the fact that some of my favorite series are being cancelled. I am thinking about trying my own hand at writing a sequel to a story. I am going to pray for some support and possible collaboration from my favorite writers.
Somepony I know once said:
"... because I'm a woman and the idea of romantic sex in a shower turns me on and getting your hair washed while you give a blowjob is my fetish."
"I did have a wild and dick-filled adolescence."
"This isn't the end of the story, just the end of where I tell it."
"I like creating sympathy for characters, then letting the monsters loose."
"In the end, it’s not the years in your life that matter; it’s the life in your years."
"Love, often enough, is fueled by absence of the very person you care for. It's the fact that you long for them when they aren't around that makes you want them even more. Wars, often enough, builds bonds amongst those who fight in them, friendships stronger than anyone who hasn't fought would never know. When there's very little but death around you, you cling to what you hold dear.
In war, it does not take long, for love to be strong."
Age: 22 years old
From: Minnesota, USA
Occupation: Proofreader and editor for TittySparkles and Sparx
Favorite Ponies: Rainbow Dash and Spitfire
Second Favorite: Lightning Dust and Vinyl Scratch
Favorite CMC: Scootaloo
Favorite shippings: Spit-Dash/Rainbow-Fire
Spitfire-Soarin'
Rainbow-Soarin'
OctaScratch
LyraBon
This has got to be one of my favorite parts of "Fallout: Equestria"
I opened my muzzle, then shut it again. In truth, the whole thing was a gamble. An educated guess, fueled as much by faith as fact. “I’m going to do what I do best,” I told him simply.
“Drop somethin’ heavy on it?” Calamity asked.
“Get shot full of holes?” Velvet Remedy offered wryly.
“Stare at flanks?” Reggie snarked.
The voice of Homage floated out of the sprite-bot. “Orgasm?”
Eeep! “Homage!” My ears and cheeks burned like Celestia’s sun. When had I fallen on the floor and why were my legs twitching like that?
Scribbling swiftly, Ditzy Doo offered up: Squeak and blush?
I could hear the giggles.
Arrrugh! “Okay, fine!” I whimpered, giving up. “I’m going to do something I’m sort of good at.” I sighed, covering my face. “Gawd, what I have to deal with…”
“Hey, leave me out o’ this one, kid.”
Random Poem
Death leaves a heartache
no one can heal,
Love leaves a memory
no one can steal...
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My credo:
The path of the storyteller is beset on all sides by the inequities of the editor and the tyranny of the greater plot. Blessed is he who, in the name of the plot and the emotions, shepherds the weak and frail reader through the valley of the shadow of the Ship, for he is truly his co-author's keeper and the finder of lost romance. And I will strike down upon thee with great edits and furious rewrites those who would attempt to poison and destroy My ship. And you will know I am the Harbormaster when I lay My edits down upon you.
The Book of Ruirik, Chapter 9 (Umbra, Part III), Verses 6-8
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