>Sheeeeit, ponies and stuff man .t Black Shakespeare a.k.a. "Huge"-spear
>You know what I'm sayin'?
>You feel me?
>Yeaah yeaah yeaah, muh dick
>Gotta do that fancy book horse writing stuff to get out of the hood, pay my bills, and get my shit together and sheeeit
>Naaah man
In preperation for next month, this thread.
Nuff said.
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The idea for the write month is coming along.
Also something to consider. Erotica does sell fairly well, especially with false hype.
https://youtu.be/-3u2xpZF2h4>>286196> it fits the feeling of the character's overall arcI really wanna read this story when its done.
>and you won't notice :^)Very true.
>with Atlantis doing America's world police schtick.Cool, that is actually interesting. Both as a form of social commentary but also as a form of fantasy. Like, who will Atlantis be different to America in being the world police. And just teh expression world police sounds like it has a lot of naunces to it. Since police are often regarded to keep order but world police seems to indicate that Atlantis stick their nose into other's buisness where it doesn't belong.
>Interested to see how those two stories could intersect."Spoilers"
I'll either have them meet over and over again as enemies. Like Princes Zuku and Ang or something, from what I remember I never finished the series. Or I'll have them unwillingly or willingly work together to fix something. Or maybe a bit of both. Not sure yet. >>286202> incorporating Flurry into it and having her be the one to help reform CozyThat's intresting.
> I am pretty sure other writefags have done thatMaybe but it is stilll very new to me. I like it. I imagine Flurry having heard of her aunt's great deeds and even knows Discord and Starlight personally, might wanna try to reform somepony as well. Regardless, I hadn't even thought of her as a possible candidate for it so yeah, intresting.
>I probably won't use many canon characters for the story. Etc.That's all good.
> I might start by building up the setting and characters for the story and see where I go from there.Mm-hm, so your gonna set up who the Character Leslie is? Sounds good. Does she own her own company or is she employed in a company? I got the impression that she own her own buisness.
>>286229>The idea for the write month is coming along.Glad to hear it. What is it?
> Erotica does sell fairly well,
Well, I guess. If you do that you might have more confdence thatn I have since I don't think appealing to sellsfigures would work for me since I don't feel competent enough to sell what I write here during this event. Then again considering what is being sold in Swedish bookstores:
>Homosexual werewolves hunting down nazis Perhaps I shouldn't feel inferior to "real" authors.
Eh, what I mean to say is that I think you should write what you feel like rather than looking at what sells. If you wanna write erotica, then do that.
>>286246>Does she own her own company or is she employed in a company? I got the impression that she own her own buisness.I'm going to have her as a self-made mare, a merchant or businessmare who made her way to success from humble beginnings through her talent. Other rich ponies will see her as an outsider for not coming from a wealthy background, loudly expressing her unconventional political views, and for her introverted behavior. She won't mind because she doesn't care about their approval.
>>286246Have a poner frien.
>Perhaps I shouldn't feel inferior to "real" authors. You shouldn't. Maybe humbleness at times, but there is a very real point in which you understand yourself and skills. To accomplish to the degree you know your capable of, and a little further.
>>Homosexual werewolves hunting down nazis I didn't expect that. I should have, but I didn't.
The video is that marketing works alot. Depending on audience what they are looking for is different. Not necessarily the core idea I'm thinking of...
>IdeaSomething with solid use of creating structures to generate a better world, also recieving compensation (which can be a whole lot of weird stuff).
I'm torn between mlp and creating a new world.
Maybe, I should write about the occult/psychology and detail a 'real' fictional adventure.
>>286250Dale Gribble's voice acting body double to keep them from getting him, hopefully these provide comfort in these times. King of the Hill.
https://youtu.be/PLXAamjCRcYhttps://youtu.be/f2ljH7FplFQ A Bit of Soul.
"You crazy stallion! Get out of my house you salt licked landwhale."
Where was- was I, what is going on, and why does my body feel all fucked up. Loose pieces of Damocles' debris hangs above me. A hole in the roof and popcorn ceiling shines a radiant beam. Far above.
A deep grutal rumbling comes from above me just above the floor.
Ah
"Sorry, I... I don't know what happened."
I think I tried to say that. Maybe it wasn't me.
"Stop yakin, and git."
Turning around I see tiny blueish hooves infront of me, unmoving. Looking even futher across slapdash wood flooring is a large almost animated looking ponies in the flesh. One mare stumbling with yellow wings bent and a white powder dripping from her muzzle, looking daze. Maybe a hint of gold, but the pony closest to me absorbs my attention.
"You will go to the hospital. If anything happens to my son I swear upon all my ancestors, I will find you, and you will pay."
A stallion soft and a bit pudgy, red mane, and toxic violet coat quickly yet calmly pushes her out of the minishack. With magic and with sheer mass. Something clicks, and the mare speeds off.
He hurries over to me and says childish things about how everything is going to be okay.
Blood is running down the coat of cyan. That's the name of it. Sigh-Annn.
"My fur is just like yours."
Well observed, good talking mouth.
That's my first memory of Equestria.
Audio recording plays: "-my son! That drugged up sick monster broke all his limbs! He'll never move again, and you say calm down!"
"What color was on her muzzle?"
"I've said ten times already." "For another record, just incase with those types."
Mild ambient static, perhaps a small 'fine' could be picked up.
"It was white with golden flakes as a hue of every color rose off of it, but the darker colors seeped into everything." "Everfeel, a localized reality drug. Continue."
"It took everything I had to push her out the door, magic too even then it was flickering."
"I said to Radiant, 'everything's going to be alright, you're going to make it.'"
That was the last message he spoke. Princess Celestia removed the griffon gang, and the storm land drug cartels violently. Because they got their hooves on a couple members that would squawk. Not before... well that's a bitter time.
Magically drugged fueled haze, a trance that seems from beyond this world, so we dreamed of man and pony. Ideas, thoughts, and things standing in command and by our side. On, and on.
Awake for moments seeing the violet stallion pony, a light blue mare that looks decrepit.
Again and again. Times using magic. Moving blocks. Barely awake times with Pa, and Ma. Forgotten memories as well.
A gentle tap wakes me up. Magenta eyes looking into my own deep ocean ones. He smiles, and I smile back. Small scars on the outside still visible, if you really look for them. Ma, the sickly blue mare whispers, "You've been accepted by the princess herself."
He picks up a crude picture of a school, and the Princess.
"Thank you."
Moving my forehooves to hug, I'm shocked with pain. The loss evident. With a fierce force of will no sound is made from my mistake.
Magically I press on and around his lower neck to imitate a hug. Then on hers.
"Magic kindergarten."
We- I said that once right? To learn magic and be an awesome magic person pony?
I think we like magic. Maybe even plans for the future. This is going to be great.
"We'll be right back with something to celebrate with."
"Snookems, did you feel how our son hugged us? It was too solid."
A nod, and a furrowing of eyebrows. The stallion lights his horn and tries to replicate what he felt. The thin frame of his wife rattles.
"Hmmm, like rope or branches."
The toxic violet male points to his scars.
"Claws, no, hands. A minotaur."
A curt nod, with worry glistening in his eyes.
"Once I go back to work I'll include a note for the princess with the acceptance letter."
The tedious hours being stuck in the hospital bed, and ensuring that nothing is going wrong. I could leave the humiliating sponge baths, cooing words, and invasive daily hygiene. I'm free of all that.
Rolling down the royal streets of Canterlot, pushed by ma, from the dingy shack to the extremely well to do materially. Eye catching colors and a kind of feeling, a magic, a place with long histories emanate. Everything feels heightened here.
Socializing, with fellow ponies and I have a school issued wheel chair. Not any regular wheel chair, a magically resistant one. For some reason the instruction manual claims the wheelchair can take '375 tons of force per square hoof'
I frown even more deeply. What the hell did I get myself into.
"I remember my first day of magic kindergarten. Cheer up Radiant I'm sure you'll make lots of friends. Why I still remember those life lessons."
The school looks to be part of a castle. An unsettling intuition looms over me. Ma easily opens the door with magic.
We came early so that ma could get to whatever her job is on time. Lacking students, the school takes a more eerie tone. As the clipping and clopping and the soft squeaks of the wheels echo.
"This is it." "Thanks ma." "Always my little stallion."
Heat, and sunshine personified blasted confusingly from behind the door. That's when Princess Celestia opened said door for us.
An office for all school related affairs. Calm colors, with helpful posters plastered all around. Curving yellow golden swirlish grass waves on the walls. A desk of excellent quality, and chairs that could take seven dozen barfights without a scratch. Nothing, nothing compares to the pony infront of us.
"Radiant, Mrs Set welcome I'm afraid we've given you the wrong letter."
Something younger seems deviated, but an older force of me smells a plot brewing.
She pulls one out from behind the desk.
Unfurls the scroll.
Then reads with a voice that resonates in my body. Her sheer power held back in perfect harmony.
"Radiant Scroll, by royal decree you have the option to become my personal student. What is your choice."
"YES! Yes! Yes!"