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Dib watched the bird through the camera viewer, waiting patiently for it stand still. It was midafternoon in Gravity Falls, and with the sun was coming out, the brisk morning air would soon give way to more typical summer temperatures. The weather had been something Dib appreciated when he had came up here with his family. Gravity Falls currently had perfect trenchcoat weather: cold enough to require it in the morning, but never so hot for so long that wearing it would be torturous. Summers in his home city always felt terrible, a result of the urban environment coupled with the high humidity. His trenchcoat made those days feel especially u

Kila Ilo: Initiation preview

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Kila Ilo: Initiation preview

The ground moved and Vikitier lost her already precarious balance. She tumbled down the hill, rolling head over feet until she reached the bottom, where a tree finally stopped her. She cried out as the back of her head erupted in pain, her vision going white. She blinked her eyes, trying to regain focus as her hand searched for her spear. As she started to wonder if the spear fell elsewhere, her fingertips brushed by something long and wooden. She reached out and wrapped her hands around the spear shaft, pulling it out of the mud and clutching it close to her chest. By then her vision was starting to clear, and she made the decision to sit t

I'll take that as a yes.

Mort Takes A Holiday Rewrite Sneak Peak, Part 2

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Mort Takes A Holiday Rewrite Sneak Peak, Part 2

Mort stood frozen to the spot, his head craning up to maintain (reluctant) eye contact with the alicorn. Thanasia towered over him, her ashen body and rigid form almost making her look like a small monument. Even her expression was stone-faced. "T-talk?" he squeaked out, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. "T-talk about what?" She arched an eyebrow, looking vaguely bemused. "I believe you know. In fact, I know you know." Mort gulped. The benefits of a mental link meant instantaneous communication, no matter where you were, or how far you were separated. The downside was that you inevitably got peeks into the psyche of the one you wer

Mort Takes A Holiday Rewrite Sneak Peak, Part 1

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Mort Takes A Holiday Rewrite Sneak Peak, Part 1

From Terry Trotchett's A Concise History of Equestria: If you were to ask ponies what they thought of Equestria, there would typically be one of three responses. Most would happily go on about how it's one of, if not the, most beautiful land they've ever laid eyes on. When its lush, sprawling forests aren't meeting you at every turn, you're instead walking through flat, green plains that are punctuated with fields of flowers both unique and sweetly fragrant. The animals, use to the care of the equine inhabitants, are incredibly friendly and would like nothing more than to nuzzle up against some passerby. Not to mention that that most of the

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 9

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 9

A huge grin appeared on Pinkie Pie's face. "Morty~," she said, in a sing-song voice. It wasn't just her who was looking at him now, it was every pony in the room. Quite a few of them were barely holding back their laughter. He gulped, trying to back away. "Uh, heh heh, I-I don't know, Pinkie, I've never done this before and there are probably tons of more skilled ponies here, so I'll just—" There was a sudden shove from behind, and he found himself stumbling forward, stopping just a few inches from Pinkie Pie's beaming face. He twisted his head around to see who had done it, but only had time to see Twilight Sparkle's own confused face

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 8

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 8

Mort's reasoning for avoiding crowds was two-fold. For starters, he didn't feel comfortable in crowds, or rather, he didn't feel comfortable being visible in crowds. Plagues or fires were one thing, as there was a clear goal in what he had to do, and the recently departed almost always asked the same questions every time. They had become, more or less, a predictable affair. Living crowds, on the other hoof, he had no idea on where to even begin. There was no clear cut purpose, no specific goal. Some ponies stood to the sidelines, enjoying the beverages and treats, some sought out particular ponies, some jumped in conversations in progress, a

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 7

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 7

Rarity sat huddled on the dressing room floor, sniffling as she beheld the task before her. On one side of her were the shoulder pads with their frayed tassels, the diamond-studded buttons and a single, chipped ruby. With them were over two dozen pieces of torn fabric, sewed together and arranged in a way that they were beginning to resemble a sleeve. Rarity found some solace in the fact the gold thread helped her know where to start, like the round edges of a jigsaw puzzle. But it was of little comfort, as the other side of her showed; there lay the rest of the suit, haphazardly piled. She levitated two pieces from the pile and brought them

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 6

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 6

It didn't take the two of them long to find him. He hadn't gone very far, settling down on a grassy slope, in the shade of a tree. The slope looked over the hub of the park, which consisted of a dirt path circling a fountain, surrounded by benches and several paths leading elsewhere into the park and into Ponyville. More ponies were beginning to show up, planning on enjoying the bright, clear day. Mort didn't seem to register her until she was practically on top of him. He looked up at her with pink eyes, looking pitiful. She gave him a comforting smile. "How's it going, Mort?" He shrugged, murmuring something under his breath, before turn

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 5

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 5

Mort quietly shut the door behind him, Rarity's suit draped over his back. The dressing room was larger than he thought it'd be, and just as frilly as the rest of the boutique. A light-purple wallpaper covered the walls, walls that at one end had a rack of dresses neatly hung up, and at the other end a number of pictures and paintings of mares in dresses. And at the far end of the room, there was a long, ruby-colored dresser with with white carvings, reminiscent of vines. A large, oval mirror stood in the center of the dresser, and in front of the mirror were dozens of bottles, brushes, eyeliners, lipsticks and other make-up that Mort had nev
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Dib watched the bird through the camera viewer, waiting patiently for it stand still. It was midafternoon in Gravity Falls, and with the sun was coming out, the brisk morning air would soon give way to more typical summer temperatures. The weather had been something Dib appreciated when he had came up here with his family. Gravity Falls currently had perfect trenchcoat weather: cold enough to require it in the morning, but never so hot for so long that wearing it would be torturous. Summers in his home city always felt terrible, a result of the urban environment coupled with the high humidity. His trenchcoat made those days feel especially u

Kila Ilo: Initiation preview

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Kila Ilo: Initiation preview

The ground moved and Vikitier lost her already precarious balance. She tumbled down the hill, rolling head over feet until she reached the bottom, where a tree finally stopped her. She cried out as the back of her head erupted in pain, her vision going white. She blinked her eyes, trying to regain focus as her hand searched for her spear. As she started to wonder if the spear fell elsewhere, her fingertips brushed by something long and wooden. She reached out and wrapped her hands around the spear shaft, pulling it out of the mud and clutching it close to her chest. By then her vision was starting to clear, and she made the decision to sit t

I'll take that as a yes.

Mort Takes A Holiday Rewrite Sneak Peak, Part 2

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Mort Takes A Holiday Rewrite Sneak Peak, Part 2

Mort stood frozen to the spot, his head craning up to maintain (reluctant) eye contact with the alicorn. Thanasia towered over him, her ashen body and rigid form almost making her look like a small monument. Even her expression was stone-faced. "T-talk?" he squeaked out, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. "T-talk about what?" She arched an eyebrow, looking vaguely bemused. "I believe you know. In fact, I know you know." Mort gulped. The benefits of a mental link meant instantaneous communication, no matter where you were, or how far you were separated. The downside was that you inevitably got peeks into the psyche of the one you wer

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 9

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 9

A huge grin appeared on Pinkie Pie's face. "Morty~," she said, in a sing-song voice. It wasn't just her who was looking at him now, it was every pony in the room. Quite a few of them were barely holding back their laughter. He gulped, trying to back away. "Uh, heh heh, I-I don't know, Pinkie, I've never done this before and there are probably tons of more skilled ponies here, so I'll just—" There was a sudden shove from behind, and he found himself stumbling forward, stopping just a few inches from Pinkie Pie's beaming face. He twisted his head around to see who had done it, but only had time to see Twilight Sparkle's own confused face

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 8

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 8

Mort's reasoning for avoiding crowds was two-fold. For starters, he didn't feel comfortable in crowds, or rather, he didn't feel comfortable being visible in crowds. Plagues or fires were one thing, as there was a clear goal in what he had to do, and the recently departed almost always asked the same questions every time. They had become, more or less, a predictable affair. Living crowds, on the other hoof, he had no idea on where to even begin. There was no clear cut purpose, no specific goal. Some ponies stood to the sidelines, enjoying the beverages and treats, some sought out particular ponies, some jumped in conversations in progress, a

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 7

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 7

Rarity sat huddled on the dressing room floor, sniffling as she beheld the task before her. On one side of her were the shoulder pads with their frayed tassels, the diamond-studded buttons and a single, chipped ruby. With them were over two dozen pieces of torn fabric, sewed together and arranged in a way that they were beginning to resemble a sleeve. Rarity found some solace in the fact the gold thread helped her know where to start, like the round edges of a jigsaw puzzle. But it was of little comfort, as the other side of her showed; there lay the rest of the suit, haphazardly piled. She levitated two pieces from the pile and brought them

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 6

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 6

It didn't take the two of them long to find him. He hadn't gone very far, settling down on a grassy slope, in the shade of a tree. The slope looked over the hub of the park, which consisted of a dirt path circling a fountain, surrounded by benches and several paths leading elsewhere into the park and into Ponyville. More ponies were beginning to show up, planning on enjoying the bright, clear day. Mort didn't seem to register her until she was practically on top of him. He looked up at her with pink eyes, looking pitiful. She gave him a comforting smile. "How's it going, Mort?" He shrugged, murmuring something under his breath, before turn

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 5

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 5

Mort quietly shut the door behind him, Rarity's suit draped over his back. The dressing room was larger than he thought it'd be, and just as frilly as the rest of the boutique. A light-purple wallpaper covered the walls, walls that at one end had a rack of dresses neatly hung up, and at the other end a number of pictures and paintings of mares in dresses. And at the far end of the room, there was a long, ruby-colored dresser with with white carvings, reminiscent of vines. A large, oval mirror stood in the center of the dresser, and in front of the mirror were dozens of bottles, brushes, eyeliners, lipsticks and other make-up that Mort had nev

FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 4

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FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 4

It wasn't a great start. When Mort had walked into the library, he had prepared himself to be face-to-face with Twilight Sparkle, and perhaps her dragon assistant as well. He had went through the note cards over and over, planning to recite them from memory, because he was fairly certain ponies didn't read note cards when introducing themselves. It was just him, introducing himself to her, alone, in private, to serve the extra benefit as practice for the others. Because surely somepony who was once socially awkward herself could understand if he had a little trouble with it. But when he opened the door and found himself face-to-face with al

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BSR R2 - Invalid Function

Round 2: Morpheus vs. Skrug --- "The stars are beautiful, aren't they?" Morpheus only smiled, watching his lover bask in the moonlight. It glittered off his naked white flesh, giving him an almost celestial glow himself. "I see only one star here worth looking at." The giant purred, pulling him closer. "Just as bright and beautiful, and so much better than a ball of burning gas." Lucifer laughed. "You're so corny, Morph." "Goooood morning, starshine!" Zubrak's voice crackled into his consciousness. "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey, my little prisoner - it's another be-a-YOO-tyful day on the Blood Sport planet and you've got someone new to ki

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Back home

Back home

From the looks of it, the erratic EKG was the only thing out of the ordinary. Everything else checked out fine, so they were able to send me home. I'll probably be avoiding the gym for a bit and just focus on what I eat for the time being.

Writing this from a hospital

Writing this from a hospital

So these past few months I've been working out at a gym to try and lower my weight. Today, however, it seems I may have pushed it too far; I ended up passing out after a workout and had to taken to a hospital. I'm feeling better now, but they wanted to keep me for another night in case anything happened. Apparently my EKG is a little inconsistent and they want to make sure it isn't anything serious. It doesn't help my mother's side of the family has a history of heart conditions, so better safe than sorry. I'll update once I'm safe and home.

RIP Bob Hoskin

RIP Bob Hoskin

Bob Hoskin died yesterday due to a case of pneumonia. For anyone who doesn't recognize the name right away, he was the guy who played Mario in the live action movie, and also the actor who played Eddie Valiant (the detective) in Who Framed Roger Rabbit. The latter was one of my favorite movies growing up, and I used to watch it a lot when we had the VHS copy. Rest in peace, Bob.

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SaintHeartwingStudent General Artist
Happy Birthday, Kyle. I miss you, man. 
SaintHeartwingStudent General Artist
Hey, Kyle. Happy Birthday, man. :)
SaintHeartwingStudent General Artist
Happy Birthday, Kyle! Another year older, another year wiser! ^_^
SaintHeartwingStudent General Artist
Happy Birthday, Kyle! happy DA B-day :3