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Do you keep a personal journal or diary? What do you write about, and how do you start off? Some people write stories, some confide in it, and some write about dreams! What about you guys?

The whole pandemic situation has made the passing of time so weird. Things a moving both fast and slow. Everyday feels so long but at the same time the days really do seem to go by. It's kinda strange. At first I was somehow relieved to get a break from daily life and be at home more. Maybe have time to try out hobbies and actually have time to play games again. But its been months now oof. Things have started to loosen up but with having to put masks on as well as Corona still being around there is less incentive to do stuff. There are warnings of a second wave very soon but unlikely to be as bad as before I hope. I would have met with people and that if it weren't for the whole lockdown ouch. There was someone I was meant to meet for the last time, at least we met in March though. But yeah. My friend ghosted me over a month ago heading to two months soon but i'm somewhat getting over it. It's kinda long and all and I do wonder if and when everything will get back to normal. On the positive side i'm doing more art and stuff. Also had time to think about a few more things. My room should still get redecorated as long as there isn't another lockdown or something the decorator is meant to come round after things are tidied up. I've been following more news stuff too. And ofc i've been watching some MLP haha.

Ah, Zecora. You are a very interesting character; you're clever, wise, talented in traditional magic and skilled in brewery, alongside with your capability to solve problems that escape to the hooves of our main protagonists. I feel sincerely bad that you are so underused. They have missed so much opportunities to demonstrate just how much you are valued by other ponys and creatures around you. I have always seen you as the type of mentor Twilight needed. You have helped her a lot more that other princesses I know, shotsfired, the Celestia's method is risible, if not thrown in the air waiting to somebody to catch it, and guided her when times required. You've demonstrated that you care and share without wanting something in return, as seen in The Cutie Pox, Bridle Gossip, Magic Duel, and so on. A good example of your lovely heart is that moment in On Your Marks when we see you and the Crusaders making potions in your hut. It's a short, but strong moment that shows perfectly your caring nature. That, or you just like to spare your knowledge with others for the sake of enjoyment. Either way, it's a pleasure every time you're on screen. Which leaves the question; why they hesitate that much on giving you credit? On the last seasons it seemed like you're just a resource whenever the story needs a brief cameo of "mystic and arcane". Your mere existence still is a mystery, but all these questions are still in the air too. We know how you are, but the when and how of yourself is never explained. We know more about Diamond Tiara than Zecora. Let me tell you, that mere idea is disappointing. You are capable of making a complete story on your own indeed. They just don't know how to approach it and show your better strengths. And if the excuse is the way you blend, then they have encountered a bitter end. Your character has much potential, but the thing is, we simply don't happen to see it. You're flawless, wise, virtually perfect on your ways, and I feel sorry for it, because that makes a boring character. That normally makes me be indifferent; I particularly didn't like Celestia that much on her early days, and was for that exact reasons. We didn't happen to know her enough to care about her daily life. It was until episodes like A Canterlot Wedding, Lesson Zero and Magical Mystery Cure that I felt more interested on her as a character. Especially in Slice of Life, and that's a shame that it's only for a few moments. We knew then that she is a sister, she has emotions, she gets mad and has her strong opinions about things that matter little to nothing, like forgetting a gift for the couple and blaming her beloved Luna. She became real. We could empathize with her internally, not only because She Is A Princess, which is not a character but a mere title. A card of presentation doesn't make anyone more likeable. The same treat goes to Zecora; if her character were just wise, problem solver, or a mere entity that exists just by name and title, she would be forgettable. But you're not. We know you're not. You happen to enjoy yourself. I'd love to see you more on the episodes, and of course I hope there are more episodes that consider you important. What I'm trying to tell is, even if your appearances are just cameos on the last five seasons it seems, these are the moments when you happen to shine the most. Your way of telling spooky stories, your caring about the young ones, the enjoyment you get by helping others in need, your calm and relaxing nature, and the fact that even your knowledge is limited, makes you more real. Parasprites, Zecora's only weakness. We know how Zecora is when she's calm, but I'd love to see her struggle. I think tsundere Chrysalis would like to hear it. Just to finish, here's my final thoughts. I'm certain that we only see the surface, and it is a real, real shame, because it neglects everything we learned on your first episode; "Maybe next time you will take a second look, and not judge the cover of the book". We love you, Zecora. I've enjoyed every episode you're in, and if you one day decide to raise and shine, everyone that sees you will realize that you're one of the main protagonists of the series, even if you share even less screen than Snips and Snails. Maybe on the next Equestria Girls or the incoming MLP Movie you'll have your chance and play your part (Does anybody read the whole thing? Haha). Only one thing more; I'd LOVE an interaction with Starlight. I'm sure they will understand and enjoy each other. Twilight missed her opportunity.

One centerpiece of Friendship Is Magic is the moral. Every episode, movie, or comic has one, from simple (don't jump to conclusions, never assume the worst, don't judge a book by its cover) to complex and mature (sometimes the biggest critic is yourself; learning one method isn't better than another; your retirement doesn't mean you can't connect from what you love [the Pinkie Micro]). Typically, these morals are dictacted somehow, either in a report or journal. Sometimes a character will dictate the final moral through a voice over (Applejack in Apple Family Reunion or Spike in Equestria Games). But there are also times where the moral isn't explicitly stated, which is the crux of this topic. One thing about the lesson reports is how sometimes they're really…absolute. Some episodes tend to have not just a main moral, but a secondary one, too. But when you state a moral, the minor morals tend to get lost in the background or forgotten. This is perhaps one reason why I prefer season three's direction of them (and some of four's). Outside of three episodes, they're written or told in a monologue. Sure, you had characters tell the moral at times, but the secondary morals don't get pushed in the background. In Wonderbolts Academy, there were two morals: a difference between being reckless and pushing yourself too hard; being the best shouldn't come out of the expense of others. For Whom the Sweetie Belle Toils used "don't jump to conclusions," but the secondary moral is much more mature and really deep: "Actions have consequences, so think before you act. If you don't, you may do something you'll later regret." Pinkie Pride: "Seeing your friends laugh is more important than proving you're the better party planner" is the main moral (stated in T'sK1), but another includes don't let your pride get in the way of others' happiness. In my opinion, this is the biggest example. Even though Pinkie wrote the moral in the journal, you never hear it until the finale. By not stating it, it leaves the multiple morals ambiguous and equal to one another while not letting it overshadow the conflict. It's a hidden gem to I don't see talked about much, and it's a direction I prefer to see someday. So, how do you like your morals's presentations? Either explicitly stated at the end or not stated at all? And do you think FIM should experiment more with delivering morals more subtly like in Toils and Pinkie Pride?

Blog Introduction - Silky's Journal 01 ---------------------------------------------------------- Well hello guys and welcome to my Blog, unfortunately i don't know much about blogs, but i'm doing this to let people know some of my stories, whenever its weird, intresting, and others. I just want to let somepony know my story. Let's get to it. Things you need to know about the blog ---------------------------------------------------------------- I made this blog with a perspective of my OC, Silky White and also my own perspective, it's a little bit mixed up sometimes, but that's how i roll. The blogs gonna be updated atleast once a week, but probably gonna go for 2-3 times a week. And most of the blogs content are gonna be about the adventures of Silky. Why do i do this? ---------------------------- First of all, you need to know about my OC, Silky White. Silky White - Biography & Backstory ----------------------------------------------- Silky White is a white coated mare with blue mane who works as being a writer. Her actual name is Silkster White, but she liked herself to be called Silky White. Silky has the habits of panicking whenever there's alot of crowd in place. 'Silkster' "Wonderful, caring, charasmatic, loving, beautiful stong woman who lights the world up by just being there." By Amanda the Miracle Hun (Urban Dictionary) Dont ask that to me . That person has been driving me crazy and paranoid for a while, let that be a story for another time. But anyways she has a sister named Spillshy White, another white coated mare with slightly lighter blue mane. Spillshy has been a famous writer with good novels and such. Silky idolized her sister, and so she tries to follow her sister's step. And so she remembered what her sister told her in her fillyhood. "It's a big world out there, and its our choice to live and feel it, and it is our choice to tell the tales of our lives and such. It is a writers duty to be creative and imaginative about things, like fantasy. But i like it to be real, like something that i could feel. I wanna be there to see it, and let the people know from what i've learned and see. How about you Silky?" And so the tale starts as Silky became adventurous and explore Equestria. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ So now why am i doing this? --------------------------------------------- The reason i'm doing this is because that Silky, yes my OC. Silky is a wonderful mare to me, even though it is just from my imagination or something like that. But she has lighten my world and my life, and i have been thinking and imaginating things about her. She helps me relax and just... so... i don't know what to say, but she lighten up my world. And because of that, i want people and ponies to know about her, and i'm gonna do whatever i can to let them know. Other Comments --------------------------- I'm guessing like others, each people want their OC to be known, but they don't care about the others. And that's life to me, for now. For that matter i'll try to make this blog worth timing to read, something that anypony or anyone can enjoy. Well, thanks for reading fellas.

*WARNING: This is only a partially review. I will be buying the book in a few short days and will do a full review if anyone wants me to* Hiya Everypony I was in Wal-Mart today looking around for the My Little Pony dog tags that my friend said were restocked. After looking around for quite a while I had picked one up and went to checkout when I found something that caught my eye on the way to the till. It was "The Journal Of The Two Sisters". I have been scavenging amazon, looking for a good price on this hoping to be able to purchase it online (seeing as though we don't get too much good pony merchandise at my Wal-Mart). So when I saw this it was quite a shocker.Seeing as though I had a few minutes to get home I took the book and walked as fast as I could to the other side of the store (because the isle was packed with mothers and daughter) and looked at as much as I could in the time limit I had. I only had about 1-2 minutes, so there won't be too much in this review. So lets get started... The Cover: The cover was really well done, and it looks just like it does in the show. Not to mention the fact that it was hardcover which really made me happy (in some odd way) Art: Flipping through out the pages I saw drawings of Celestia and Luna, looking the exact same as they did in the first episode (when Twilight reads about Nightmare Moon). This second part isn't confirmed, but I just mostly saw art of Celestia and Luna which disappointed me, I was kind of hoping to see art of other ponies or at the least other little doodles from Celestia and Luna that they may have drawn as filly's. Content: I didn't really get to read much, but I did read a small entry about Celestia getting her cutie mark, which intrigued me very much. Price: For a price of $20 CAD, it seems like a pretty good deal. It's also solid content that you won't find anywhere else in the episodes (unlike some of the other books that just re-tell the plot lines of episodes). Now I just need to find that Daring Do book set... Well, that's it for now everypony, but like I said, if any of you want me to make a full review, please let me know. I would be more than willing A Royal Brohoof to all of you -King Kurtis

Hello, Jhurii here. I've started this log book to keep records of what happens here at ENDD. So let's get this started, shall we? So, uh, first off, we've signed an agreement with the Rainbow Factory. The agreement states that as long as we don't rat them out, they leave us alone, and if any of them try to take us back there to be processed, we're free to deal with them as we please. And both ENDD and RF employees are allowed access to each other's floors as long as everypony stays out of each other's way and no pony tries to start anything aggressive. Secondly, we've found a door in the far left corner of the main room covered with at least, at least, a hundred or so heavy, industrial and really old locks. There are speculations that the door might also be sealed by alicorn magic, but that's just a rumour. Anton talked to the building manager, but apparently, according to him, there never was a door of any sort in that corner of the room. So he wasn't any help. We thought he was just forgetful or whatever, but then Anton started asking around the rest of the building and apparently no pony knows what we're talking about. I even went upstairs to the Rainbow Factory but not even they knew anything about the door. Everypony in the who worked in Cloudsdale's Weather Facility was questioned about the door and everypony said the same thing; either they've never been on that floor , or they have been on the floor but just don't recall ever seeing a door by that description. Right now I've got Anton and Harpie working on picking the locks on the the mysterious door. We're gonna find out what's on the other side of that door no matter what. I'll record it the logs, of course. So, I guess that's it for now. Until the next entry, this Jhurii; signing off. ((Link to original story: "X"))

I had a dream last night that was pretty horrifying yet vivid so I decided to write it down. Me and three friends were bored and driving by this huge building, it must have had at least twenty floors, and it had a sign saying it was some kind of museum , so we decided` we might as well stop there, considering no other buildings were nearby. So we got out of the car and headed into the front door, the building appeared to be empty of people except for us, but we shrugged it off. We found what appeared to be a spiral staircase. We walked up the staircase until stumbling upon a door that had a sign that said 'No Entry", next to it the word EVER was written sloppily in some kind of ink. The door appeared locked, so the three of us backed up, and rammed it full force, the door came right off of it's hinges. We walked into a huge rectangular room. Inside, there were tanks full of fish, octopuses, that kind of thing. In addition, there were shelves stacked with supplies, such as herbs in various crates, vials of different kinds of liquids, the like. In the back there appeared to be another door, so we headed towards it. Once we were about half way through the room, the lights flickered out and some kind of bubbling noise transpired. Once the lights came back on, I could see that the fish were all suffocating on something, the tanks now appeared rusty and the glass was glowing a kind of eerie white, and one of my friends was missing from the group, the door on the other side of the room, the one we were heading to, now some kind of whispering was coming from behind it. The whispering was too ambiguous to fully understand, but I could have swore it kept saying my name and urging me to come closer. I ran up to the door, and slowly flung it open. Behind it there was nothing but blackness, like this room literally did not exist, like it was the end of existence, just a void., I was about to close it when some kind of white face with glowing eyes flew up to me and started screeching incredibly loud, at that point, I flung the door closed and turned around. I saw yellow eyes that appeared flat and painted all over the walls, except the pupils were following my movements. I heard a growling and the shelves started falling over as if something invisible was knocking into them, so those of us remaining started sprinting towards the door, shelves falling over right behind us. However, only I made it, as I did a jump right out of the door of the room before a shelf slammed in front of it, blocking it. I heard screaming from behind the door, and I wasn't thinking so I just ran down the stairs for what seemed like 10 minutes, and then I busted the entrance door open, looking up and seeing some kind of black and purple smoke coming out of the top of the building, then I woke up. That dream scared me, I'm still a bit shaken, actually. In case you were wondering why I even bothered writing this, I'm doing a kind of dream journal thing. On the other hand, I'm thinking I could base some kind of story on it, since I think it has potential.

The numbers, what do they mean? I can't sleep now, they beckon me. They whisper to me yet incomprehensibly. The more I try to focus on them, the blurrier they become in my mind. Yet they've told me all there is to now, but there is no room to retain it, no, only the numbers remain. They live in the numbers, you know? The ones from beyond. They retain inaudible screams on their charred, forsaken faces. I only know one thing: Follow the steps to salvation. But what are the steps to salvation? _______________ (Several pages later) Do you see them too? They inaudibly scoff at my attempts to resist. They are held captive in my mind, and they want out, I have no way to refuse. They have showed me the signs, the bird, the arch, and the sword. Those are the steps, but I can't decipher them. Whenever I try to think about and decide what they mean, my mind screeches to a halt, I develop a severe pain, and a loud screeching noise is created. The doctors tell me only I can hear them, but I knew that, the ones from beyond told me. They say they don't exist, that's where they're wrong.

Today is a Tuesday, a good day in my book, alas I would not settle for any other day to fall on this point in time. I have thought about my passions, and my worries. Worries are not to be confused with fear, for to fear is to show weakness, I try to destroy weaknesses whenever and wherever I can. However, the day has pursued my mind and left it in a state of enlightenment, and people have been looking at me as if I was speaking in tongues. Perhaps I should not blame them, they have not seen what I have seen, or heard what I have heard. Their minds were not as malleable as mine, I could withstand harsh psychological challenges. Maybe I was strong, maybe I was just too insane to realize the pain that I felt inside, but either way, it does not matter. The clock strikes the numerals, counting away the hours, and yet, time does not exist, it is merely a construct of human creation to explain the progression of events. This analogy is useful when describing many social situations wherein no inherent logic exists but it is society's self-imposed standards that lead to the result. Insanity is one such standard. People do not entirely understand that sometimes, the insane person can be right. They could be the most knowledgeable and wise person in the room, since the word insanity describes the feelings of the people around them and not any condition that they actually hahve. While some wish to understand the faces in their religious texts, they are fools. They cannot understand such things until they first understand the face in the mirror. The mirror can reveal a lot about a person, the unique thing about your reflection is that it does not react to anything you don't, somehow I find that this is a fitting metaphor for the real world. Wherein nothing happens unless you react to it. Everybody exists in a different reality, because reality is entirely how you perceive things. Somebody's red could be your yellow, you just don't know, there are no words that can describe it. And since you only ever live through a single person's perspective, you never can understand it. For that reason, humans are isolated creatures. Many problems people face are self-induced, but that is not the only type of problem that plagues people. A darkness seeps across the land, metaphorically, devouring people in sorrow and bleakness in unfathomable ways. Their entire lives seemingly turning against them. People ask me how I solve these problems, the simple answer is that I don't. I merely let them coexist with me, and when they interfere with my plans, I snap their neck with the knowledge of their inner workings that I have accrued. Much like a platypus, life is your greatest enemy. Also like Platypuses, life is an abominable mish-mash of things that seemingly deserve to be as far apart as physically possible. I will continue in volume 2.

So, I made a story. Tell me if you think it's good enough:http://www.fimfiction.net/story/88922/spikes-journal. Please give constructive critiscisim. This story fetures Spike's point of view on ALL the episodes.

This blog is about my original character, Pinoak Stringhoof, thoughts and feelings as he goes through his adventures. The adventures, of course are whatever roleplays I have him in. Right now, it will only focus on him, but as time goes on, it may include other characters. If you are one that likes to read through all the RPs like a story, Pinoak's entries may include massive spoilers. Other than that, I hope you enjoy reading the thoughts of my character.

So, this is a story I was thinking of when I finally finished Overlord, Overlord Raising Hell, Overlord Dark Legends, and Overlord 2. What better time for an Overlord to rise up, than in the middle of chaos and war? I just felt this would be a good setting. Since I don't feel like selling anything, and just want to get this funny lil' tale out of my head, here it is. The journeys of an ADD Demon. Three chapters to start, and no, no Keidran or Humans appear yet. Or Basitin. Resources taken from Overlord and Two Kinds. Credit goes to due authors and junk like that. CHAPTER ONE, ADD DEMON Okay, lets set things straight. I don't have amnesia, magical or otherwise. That's how these hero story things start, right? Well, I'm no hero either, I'm a minion. You could call me a demon, lizardman, imp, or gremlin, but if you're polite you'll call me Zap. I don't know the technicalities of it and don't care either, but I think I'm some sort of subspecies of gremlins or imps, but that ain't important. I just don't feel like spilling my past out on the first page. So yeah, you can tell I survived my later detailed adventures if I wrote all this, right? Sorry, gets way more complicated than that. I suppose we should go to the start, with dear old Mr. Grayson, or as the defeated called him, the Seventh Overlord. So, all our tribes got split up, and usually us Blue Healers are free pickings for over-ambitious birds or mega frog...things? But our ability to restore life to the dying or very recently dead balances out our fragile nature. You see, this is one of the few things I know well. For lack of a better, scientific name, like imp or gremlin, because getting it wrong might offend some people, gremlins- whatever. Lets just call us minions. Everyone already does that. Well, we can heal and seal. What does that mean? We can take your soul, slowly drifting from it's body, slap it in the face, shout at it, and shove it back in your cooling body. Then we heal whatever is causing you to die, and there you go, good as new. Since we die so easily, it's good to have that ability in our species. Since most other minions don't deal in magic, they're much more hardy. Like Stench, he's a Green and thus immune to poison, but this makes alcohol little more than water for him. Or water with fruit juices. Damn it, I always get distracted. The point is, the Brown Fighters, who I like to call bone headed weapon whirlers, lent us a "squad" of thirteen Browns. Those guys can wrestle wolves and lions together and not get a scratch on their muscles. You could sharpen a sword on their sergeant's teeth, but he'd probably shove your own arm through your appendix in return. Want to know why it's important our tribe got the protection of these muscle-maniacs? I finally got some free time. To me, that was a foreign concept, and I explored it. Eating slowly, napping, reading, napping, just...swimming! And not in fear from a giant hydra either, just regular swimming! With protection "fire teams", I spent less time reviving dolts who wandered into a sheep pen and more being my own...minion. I promise, this is going somewhere. So, I was scouting this path with Corporal Gloob...yeah, the Browns like to organize. Us Blues organize too, but they're more...ultra organized. No matter how mixed up their platoons or whatever are, they always manage to shape up into individual fire teams, squads, or anything. Even when you throw in different sub species, we get ranks and placements. But when we form up with Browns, they tend to assign us something low level. I'm a little late on this warning, but I tend to wander in my storytelling. And everything really. Gloob used to say I'm just slow, but I'm not. I just focus on everything at once. So, me and the Corp were scouting this path to find a new home for the Blues and our protection, but we found something entirely else. Usually this is where the hero with memory loss finds something that strikes him familiar, right? Like his magical weapon, nun-chucks or glowing sword, or maybe even an apparent ally/friend, eh? Well, sorta close, I guess. This guy was a living magical weapon. And I don't mean a golem either. No hebrew life prayers, and he wasn't made of clay. No, this was something that churned my gut, made me gulp, and could possibly mean an end to my free time completely. This guy was...a hero. I could tell right then. Ramshackle armor, runic giant axe in his loose fist; the eyes of a destined bloodline hero tend to glow brightly, like a flaming torch, when they cast magic or are just real pissed. His eyes were closed as far as I could see. He had this big 'ole helmet over his head. A hero is bad news for minions like me, almost all the time. Either option A, they attack us minions on sight assuming we're "dastardly, evil spawn of hell, who deserve a good thinning of numbers!" (And believe me, I'll tell you about that later.) or option B, in my opinion worse than A. The hero turns out to be a bloodline Overlord and takes command of us. They can be good or evil, but almost always they end up taking over the land surrounding their start-off territory. Sadly, for us minions, many past Overlords just sweep us forward in a tide of leathery flesh and scavenged weapons. So, while Gloob poked him with a stick, I considered my options. We could jump him while he was down and steal his gear, maybe sell it in that human town nearby. Or we could help him and hope for the best. As I flinched at my own thoughts, my face took on a "wandering" expression, as Gloob called it, and I realized my third and safest option. I could just leave him. I could abandon this ticking magical time bomb the Corporal was so intent on poking to anger. We could continue our mission, find a nice wetlands to set up in. But this is where my conscience stabbed me in the back with a guilt dagger. No, a guilt...claymore. This warrior had a big 'ole gash in his guts. And at this stage, no human or Keidran could heal him without killing themselves. But me, I could. I looked at my webbed claws, pondering this newfound feeling of guilt. Should I really give up our secret existence in Mekkan for one stranger? Us healin' minions can help a bloke if he's still mostly in one piece, and no pieces were missing as far as I could tell. But whatever did the slash was crude in design, and poisoned. Maybe stone, used by a Keidran? Made more sense, those beast people were attacking humans randomly more and more often. But that was no problem to me, he just had one wound in his torso. I could still save him, in fact, he might just be a town guard! He might not even be a hero, just a guard...a really big guard...that didn't look anything like Templar. His soul was an inferno of power, definitely a hero. Damn. Damn. Damnity darn damn! Us minions, we were new to this Mekkan place. But hero or not, this oaf would owe me. Yeah, good excuse, right? I shoved the Corporal aside and struggled to force the confused soul back into it's body. Then I plunged my claws in his gut slash and the blue sparks flew out, healing and knitting things up, even vaporizing some dirt on his large intestine. I just about finished when he started throttling me. See? What'd I just tell you? Save a hero, get choked to death, real heroic gratitude. His eyes popped open. They weren't bright due to his almost dying, but glowed like embers, or coals. As he started throttling me, good Corporal Gloob started stabbing the choking arm. When his eyes opened, he stopped wringing my neck to knock Gloob into a nearby tree. I went and healed the stabs, almost without thinking. At that, he released me. So, a grateful hero? Well...first time for anything, I suppose. I'll continue once I get some feedback.