Excellent question! I’ve been dealing with family illness, personal illness, and a shawdy internet hookup. Fun time…
So more important part… I’m about 400 bucks short for my rent and it’s due in about 5 days… or i’m evicted and homeless… As are my roommates.
Now, you may be asking yourself “Why…
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Besides the fact I think Kite and Stormy end up being lovers and having very much fun times…. I think that Ciroco is currently off exploring some ruins and that she dreams about her sister most nights. I think that stormy slipped her sister’s name midcoitus once, and I think that Stormy has an admirer she doesn’t know about. Idk, that is a few of my headcannons.
I think Ive been bumming myself out lately because I dont feel like my blog engages people. I know folks look at it (and i appreciate it! Its great to have some support out there) but I sort of feel like its something people watch from afar more than attempt to incorporate with or relate to. which…
Can’t wait to see what you do to poor little Inky.
they really helped Mod :D .. coloring them now ^ O^/)
Some days I am torn,
Left to burn and rot,
Some days I am broken,
The world says I’m not,
Not worth the trouble,
Not worth the pain,
They leave me here to fester,
in the pouring rain,
Then one day you found me,
You gave me a new home,
You sewed up all my stitches,
So that I’d not roam,
You gave my life new meaning,
A spark here in the dark,
and that is why I love you,
The one who left his mark,
Though some days I shatter,
rip down at the seams,
You will always be here,
To stitch up all my dreams.
A gift for a very special someone who I love so very much. Though we are apart, he’s the only thing that’s kept me alive. the only thing that keeps me found in the dark. Without him I’d be nothing and nothing is all I have to give. Nothing but a heart full of love and a life for us to live.
kids, stay away from alcohol.
or at least pink, sweet, vodka-based drinks that taste like hubba-bubba.
My favorite scene from Stories from the Front. I simply love the pure, unadulterated passion this one snippet in time holds. There is such a tangible feeling of love, of lust, and of pure need for each other that I adore it above all others…. yes, even the one of Inkwell and Stormy’s sis slamming a headboard into the wall. I want to send a (belated) birthday shoutout to my bud Sev! Hope it was awesome and wish you many more to cum! Er…come.
I hadn’t planned on writing this morning. Its starts to feel like talking to myself, after a while. In a somewhat unhealthy way. I figured I’d go see mom, check to see if the reports from Apple Loosa had come in, and move on with the day without significant need to note anything about it, unless maybe something went wrong with the reports. But I had a very…enlightening…morning, and I feel like I should record it. If only for reference, should it need to be examined later.
My relationship with Malachite is very difficult to put down in conventional words. I’ve had a few friends who have described it as “motherly”, as though I adopted her. I don’t feel that way. I’ve met her mother, and I couldn’t hope to fill her little pawprints. She didn’t ask me to ‘raise’ Kite, she asked me to protect her, and show her a world of beauty and experience. That might be the same thing, but I don’t really…think so. It felt different.
As I’ve spent time with her, its become clear that her development is atypical to that of a young pony. She doesn’t seem ‘young’ at all, not in the traditional sense. Its as though her understanding and her physical age aren’t in synch. That might be due to the experiences she absorbed from me while her body was being…formed? made? Maybe. Or maybe its just true of kitsunes in general, and they possess some greater clarity and education before they possess a body.
Regardless of the reason, for most of the time since we left the Frozen North, Kite has stayed by my side and watched. Everything. Cataloging experiences and cross-checking them against the memories she has from my own mind. She would look at a rock, check my experiences with a rock, and poke the rock herself, to compare them. Examine, experience, compare. I’ve watched her do it again and again.
Since I certainly don’t know anything better than she does in terms of how to assist her, I’ve more or less allowed her to call the shots when it comes to her own development, and have looked out for her in the mean time. Held her back when she tries to examine how fire feels, for instance. She tends to leap into things with the impression that she possess my size and durability, and I occasionally have to remind her that she isn’t a big ol pony. I had thought things were moving along rather well.
Sending her out on her own to find Cashmere has proven to be a dramatically more influential experience for her than I thought it would be. I didn’t doubt she could do it, as i said, its not like shes a filly, but I figured she would come back more or less unchanged. Instead, its like a whole new drive has woken up inside her. she’s larger, she has new hair, and her attitude and personality and insistence on things have all increased.
Without me around, her normal habit of serving as a sponge for experiences wasn’t working. She was experiencing Equestria for herself, for the first time. It was like taking hot steel out of a forge and dousing it. she had all this…stuff. in her head. In her existence. and when I pulled her out of the oven and sent her off alone, she finally had a chance to solidify. She was only alone for some eight hours, give or take, but I don’t think time is as direct a factor on her life as it is on say, mine. MENTALLY, she was on her own. I think that was vastly more significant than the actual amount of time she was physically away.
We had a completely unexpected and completely marvelous experience in the shower this morning, one that drove home her newly acquired free-will. Shes a terribly messy kisser, which isn’t something you normally describe with fondness, but I found delightfully charming. she just…lacks any technique to speak of. its all tongue and energy and eagerness, like she isn’t sure if she should be eating my face or if i should be eating hers, and she wants both to happen at once. I obliged, and I’m pretty sure it was the silliest bout of sloppy kissing anypony has ever witnessed. It would be downright comedic if it wasn’t so…genuine. No pretense, no judgement, just affection and desire. It was so honest I was blushing like a school filly with a love note by the time the water started getting cold. I hope she never gets it in her head that she needs to tone it down, honestly. It was so bad it transcended into wonderful. I don’t think I’ve ever really felt so loved from a kiss before. Wouldn’t change it for the world.
I’m excited. It feels like she’s beginning to decide to be her, instead of being a quiet observer. I’m going to buy her something to wear today I think, we’ll go scour some stores in Canterlot and let her figure out a look for herself. Mom would know where to take her. I just hope they get along.
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