Okay, so I started writing a My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic / Sherlock Holmes crossover fic. Which has already been done before. Mine has Bon Bon for Watson and Lyra for Sherlock, though, which I haven’t seen yet.
NO
I CAN’T START ANOTHER PROJECT.
I ALREADY HAVE AN UNFINISHED MLP:FiM WIP.
what a lot of my grumpiness at the moment is coming from: I know a whole bunch of people who are super into “questioning their privilege” and reading privilege checklists and pulling people up on manifestations of privilege or oppressive behaviour, even the most minor, because every little counts of course
and it never even occurs to them to question this rock-solid certainty that their paradigm, their analysis is the best. that someone might actually have a different analysis rather than simply being unenlightened or lazy or callous. that it’s their place to enlighten others or shut certain conversations down, to control rather than listen or reflect. I’m not talking about being egotistical on a personal level, it’s more of an epistemic thing, I know lots of shy and self-doubting people who don’t actually, seriously, question their view of the world and their duty to impose it on others.
it’s just super fucking ironic because that unthinking arrogance is, like, the fucking textbook definition of privilege
GLaDOS writes to Celestia GLaDOS-IFIED version (by kaotik4266)
Nor do i know who princess celestia is.
…… HAHAHAHAH
I am absolutely drooling rn over the Nightmare Moon toy.
[from this image gallery here]
COME FASTER, FALL.
apparently everything i do has to come in series
anyways, if anyone remembers those other humanized ponies i did awhile ago … here’s another one?!
Fanfic: The Art of Suicide
So I finished the first chapter to a MLP fic last night.
It’s incredibly depressing, which is mostly because of the theme, but so far I’m satisfied with how it’s turning out? (And yes, the title is indeed from the Emilie Autumn song of the same name)
Here’s the beginning (Warning: Contains themes of suicide):
Clouds blotted out the moon, or maybe it was Luna’s tears that smeared its light into the darkness. She felt as if the night and all of her stars were wrapped heavy around her, blotting her out, too. She wished that they would.
Luna lifted her wings. She soared over a lonely countryside, shadows collected in the rooms of every house, silence draped over the land like heavy dew. She turned sharply and flew a great distance away from all of the cities. She flew and flew, until her wings strained and burned and she could barely hold herself afloat.
Then she let herself drop.
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Luna awoke gradually. She stretched her legs, fluttered her wings a little to stretch them, too, and climbed out of bed. It never got any easier to wake up. But somewhere, buried deep in her thoughts, were vestiges of a devotion to some obligation that she had to perform, some purpose that she fulfilled.
Luna’s movements felt mechanical. Dusk was already fading; she needed to begin her duty soon. She walked down the halls and gazed at the late sunlight splashed orange and vibrant across the walls.
The rest of it (so far) can be found on my ff.n account here.
I’m half-tempted to submit it to Equestria Daily, but then I realize how terrible of a fic it is. And also I’ve never submitted anything there before what if my fic gets only like 2/5 stars? Ack! that’s worse than getting no reviews on ff.n.
