Persephone here, glad to see you all wandered down here to the basement of The Deep Chest. I'm your local ghoul and your benevolentish host. Feel free to ask me any old question you might have lying around.....Oh and don't poke anything with tentacles. Mod: This is my anything blog, the main blog makes a pretense of being on message and SFW, this blog has abandonded the message inside a large plastic bag somewhere out in the woods not to mention the many NSFW things that it did to the message beforehand....... So yeah this blog is NSFW. My FA account My main blog My RP blog
So, the delay from me has mostly been a lot of uncertainty on my part. I’ve made a lot of friends on here and not all of them are leaving so it was a hard decision to make on either end. It doesn’t help that, as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve lost a lot of my interest in running this blog. So the short version is that I’m leaving tumblr. Currently I intend to keep my webcomic blog up and running for a while and I’ll leave this blog as my own Ozymandias statue with my links to the new locations. I’ll still keep track of my friends blogs/activity but other wise I’m done here. I’ve made a lot of posts on my mod-blog explaining how I feel about the whole Tumblr-ban garbage so I won’t spend too much time explaining my opposition. I’ll repost these links two more times before the hammer hits.
Places to find me:
Art and Webcomic
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/InterestInhuman
Newgrounds:
https://inhumaninterest.newgrounds.com/
Mostly Art:
Furaffinity:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/litmauthor/
Inkbunny:
https://inkbunny.net/litmauthor
Other Projects:
Patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/inhumaninterest
For most of these they’ve had some time to cool down and gather dust while I’ve been sucked into Tumblr, so I’ll be spending the next few weeks updating and restoring them.
The last Hearthwarming tale and this one for today are actually stand alone chapters of the very first MLP Fan Fiction that I wrote. It went through several long fits and restarts before reaching its conclusion in the chapter which I am about to post.
The whole of the fiction, which is pretty long, is right here.
THE COMING OF TAM O’ CANTER AND HEATHER BLOOM O’ RED HOOF TO PONYVILLE
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Two strange Unicorns have come to Ponyville and one of them looks like a Changeling. For the Changeling appearing one, it is a homecoming of sorts. She was foaled there - - Before Celestia came to rule Equestria …
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The day was fine. My view of the woods below my cave’s ledge and Ponyville beyond reached the whole way to the Everfree Forest. I could even make out the hill beyond Sweet Apple Acres where the Great Hall of Red Hoof sat.
What boded to be a good day only got better when I looked down the trail leading up the mountain to my cave. Coalsmoke was picking her way up the trail. There was a large unicorn looking mare following her. I guessed at first, from her size, that she might be a Rom. I was wrong.
Coalsmoke was bringing me none other than Lady Heather Bloom, Duchess of Red Hoof. She was widely known as the third richest pony in all of Equestria, exceeded in wealth only by Celestia and Luna. As she got closer, I could see the Changeling like holes in her legs. Cresting the path to my ledge, I could see the almost zig zag look of her long horn. Up close like this, it was apparent that Lady Heather Bloom’s horn was straight but looked zig zag due to more changeling like holes that cut into it, resembling the horn of a changeling queen. Her fangs protruded past her lower jaw, putting the ones galmored onto my skull to shame. She was all grayish, her mane and tail being a greenish gray. Her eyes had vertical slit pupils with yellow irises. True to her name, her hooves were dark reddish color.
The main differences in appearance from a changeling were the total lack of a changeling’s carapace or wings. Her mane and tail appeared to be hair too.
I was really curious about what Duchess Heather Bloom could want from me. As a Heart Keeper, she surely did not want her beloved Tam O’ Canter done in! My usual contracts are based on greed, jealousy, hate and death.
Coalsmoke escorted Her Ladyship to the ledge. I used an easily cast glamor spell to give my invisible spirit body the semblance of the goat that I used to be, before my “little accident” with a summoning spell, some years ago. (For details, read, A Bad Day for Grumpy Goat)
Coalsmoke called out cheerfully, “Hi there, Grumpy! I brought you a visitor! Lady Red Hoof wants to talk to you about something!”
I replied, “Be welcome, to you both! Your Ladyship, I have not had the pleasure before this. What may I do for you? A fresh water, after a long warm climb?”
She smiled around the large, predatory looking fangs in her mouth and replied, “Nay, Grumpy. I need physical food no more than ye. Like ye, I do enjoy it but it is of no need to me.”
I nodded, assuming that one as old as she was known to be, somewhat older than Celestia and Luna, knew what she wanted. “What can I do for you, Duchess?”
“Please, as a descendant and namesake of the great Grumpeter Goat, call me Heather Bloom. It is not fer me alone that I am here. My dear Tam has a need which I do hope for you to mend.”
I nodded, and spent a few moments contemplating my truly excellent view. “Do come inside, Heather Bloom. I fear that your coming has drawn some unwelcome attention. I see others down the hill but not on the trail. They are trying to stay hidden.”
Coalsmoke curled one lovely lip and spat, “Sawnax! I guess that he did not learn from the last time that he messed with you, Grumpy!” (for details, read, Immortality?)
I agreed, “That is the best reason of all to go inside and shut him out.”
We all went in through the solid iron door in the heavy iron sheeting that barred my cave from the prying eyes and worse of the world outside.
That wall and door were designed by a reputable military engineering firm to withstand a standard Equestrian military battering ram. You only need to experience having an anti goat mob burn down your house, see years of study and work sent up in the flames, be burned, beaten, and stoned nearly to death one time, to take a few sensible precautions.
Heather Bloom’s yellow, snake-like eyes widened when she saw the fairly enormous bracings on the inside of that iron wall and the size of the stout forged locking bars. Finished latching the last of the bars, I turned and saw that she was not really taken aback. She was taking her cue from Coalsmoke’s calm acceptance.
I offered Heather Bloom my easy chair and asked her, “Now, what is it that you want from me? I am sure that you know that I am an evil being. Most of what I do causes trouble or difficulties to ponies.”
She nodded, her long horn bobbing through an arc. At close quarters, I could see that the zig zag look of it was due to holes that were off centered so that they emerged on the sides of the horn. “I do know that. I also know that my friend Coalsmoke has a number of times used your services to ease the passing of husbands due to die soon in great suffering. An act of mercy. (for details, read Coalsmoke’s Cutie Mark)
“Evil you may be, but bad only if treated badly.
“Coalsmoke is not a Heart Keeper, as I am. She is not far from it, though.
“What know ye of my Tam?”
“Not a lot, my la … Heather Bloom. He lived in the Far Northern Dales and suffered some loss that was so great that the two of you came here to be as far from the scene as possible.
“I am afraid that the Prancer’s Social pages do not dwell on the past that much. What I know is from them.”
“I do see and it is more that you need to know. When you have the tale of it, then perhaps, you may be able to aid us both or not. I shall take your word of it once ye know the way of it.”
She settled herself comfortably in the chair, smiling at my skull, the only part of my original body left to me, sitting on its stand, the ever burning candle between the horns serving as a reading light.
“My Tam was married to the true love of his life, Annie. They shared a life o’ happiness like few are granted. Tam was, besides bein’ a good farmer, the greatest piper o’ the whole of the Dales. Perhaps he was the greatest who ever lived. His music was much in demand.
“It was years in the past now that there came a Failing o’ the Lairds. So great the Failing that it was brought to blows to settle it. Tam and his Annie were called up to the battle, nor did they shirk the duty owed.”
Heather Bloom shed a tear and swallowed hard. “I was there on a hill overlooking the field as Watcher to be sure that none did foul play in the Failing. As a Heart Keeper, I was forbidden any part o the combat itself but for the rescue o the fallen.
“The cause and ending o the Failing are no longer o any importance at all. What is o importance was this. In the midst o the fray, Annie seen a lethal stroke comin’ to her Tam and she took it to save him.
“I am, as ye do know, a shape shifter. I took to the air and pulled Annie from the scene. Her wound wa too great to heal. We Watchers stanched the bleeding as best we might and I did give her o my store o love to sustain her, that she might see her Tam one mair time ere she passed.
“We did get him to her in time that they should have a few words before the final partin’. She did lay it on Tam that he no follow her to the grave. O me, she asked that I take the Keeping o her Tam’s Heart. I was free o obligation and who could say nay to such a thing?
“Tam stood above his Annie’s grave and played for three whole days and nights the sweetest piping ever heard in the Dales. His Annie’s Lament is still thought to be the greatest piece ever played upon the pipes.
“He laid his pipes upon her stone and never since has he played any tune well at all. The heart to play was left there in the grave with his Annie.”
Tears running freely from her eyes, Heather Bloom gazed entreaty at me. “What I want is nay happenin’. My dear Tam is whole in all but this. Still, however he try it, no sort o sweet music be left in him.
“Not fer me alone, but fer my Tam; can ye, in anywise at all, bring back that music that used to dwell within him?”
Well, this is it guys. It’s been a blast. Tomorrow I will be setting this blog to private and never posting here again.
So how about we go out with a bang and take all of our sweet sweet ad revenue with us?
You can find me at the following places:
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/liarborn/
https://twitter.com/Liarborn
and in my public discord here:
https://discord.gg/X8hURUx
So, the delay from me has mostly been a lot of uncertainty on my part. I’ve made a lot of friends on here and not all of them are leaving so it was a hard decision to make on either end. It doesn’t help that, as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve lost a lot of my interest in running this blog. So the short version is that I’m leaving tumblr. Currently I intend to keep my webcomic blog up and running for a while and I’ll leave this blog as my own Ozymandias statue with my links to the new locations. I’ll still keep track of my friends blogs/activity but other wise I’m done here. I’ve made a lot of posts on my mod-blog explaining how I feel about the whole Tumblr-ban garbage so I won’t spend too much time explaining my opposition. I’ll repost these links two more times before the hammer hits.
Places to find me:
Art and Webcomic
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/InterestInhuman
Newgrounds:
https://inhumaninterest.newgrounds.com/
Mostly Art:
Furaffinity:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/litmauthor/
Inkbunny:
https://inkbunny.net/litmauthor
Other Projects:
Patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/inhumaninterest
For most of these they’ve had some time to cool down and gather dust while I’ve been sucked into Tumblr, so I’ll be spending the next few weeks updating and restoring them.
So, the delay from me has mostly been a lot of uncertainty on my part. I’ve made a lot of friends on here and not all of them are leaving so it was a hard decision to make on either end. It doesn’t help that, as I’ve mentioned before, I’ve lost a lot of my interest in running this blog. So the short version is that I’m leaving tumblr. Currently I intend to keep my webcomic blog up and running for a while and I’ll leave this blog as my own Ozymandias statue with my links to the new locations. I’ll still keep track of my friends blogs/activity but other wise I’m done here. I’ve made a lot of posts on my mod-blog explaining how I feel about the whole Tumblr-ban garbage so I won’t spend too much time explaining my opposition. I’ll repost these links two more times before the hammer hits.
Places to find me:
Art and Webcomic
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/InterestInhuman
Newgrounds:
https://inhumaninterest.newgrounds.com/
Mostly Art:
Furaffinity:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/litmauthor/
Inkbunny:
https://inkbunny.net/litmauthor
Other Projects:
Patreon:
https://www.patreon.com/inhumaninterest
For most of these they’ve had some time to cool down and gather dust while I’ve been sucked into Tumblr, so I’ll be spending the next few weeks updating and restoring them.
I legit served a man at my last job who was fully covered in nazi symbols and shit. He was a proud actual real life nazi getting icecream in a family theme park and when he left I voiced my disgust to my coworkers on how security even let him in the gate wearing all of that. And you know what that bitch said? “Well some people are offended by your rainbow flag and you are allowed to wear it so he can too”. It’s not the fucking same. Don’t fucking compare the two
Oh wow I guess my addition to this post got spread a lot. I just wanted to add in another piece of important information. I live in Orlando. The location of the Pulse night club shooting. I was wearing a rainbow pin on my uniform because 49 people in my community died in a hate crime. I will never forgive anyone who tells me that my rainbow pins are the same as a swastika
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Dapnhe Crager trotted a little nervously to the front of the class in Miss Cheerilee’s schoolroom. She was wearing a wide silver necklace bearing, in glowing enamel-work, a large red thistle bloom crossed by a great sword overlaid by a sheaf grain, all on a green field. Besides that she wore a sash over her left shoulder that was of green satin decorated with the three elements of the necklace ornament.
As she took her place, Diamond Tiara, daughter of one of Ponyville’s richest ponies whispered loudly enough to be heard all across the room, “Dressed a bit fancy for an Earth Pony filly who’s a mere servant, isn’t she?” Diamond Tiara’s many cronies tittered loudly.
Face flaming with embarrassment, Daphne lifted her head proudly and spoke as if Diamond Tiara hadn’t said anything. “For my class presentation on the Meaning of Hearthwarming Eve, I have the honor to bring you all my mistress, Heather Bloom, Duchess of Red Hoof.” Pausing just enough to make her point into a harpoon, she added, “The richest pony in all of Equestria except for the Royal Princesses, Celestia, Luna and Cadence.
“The Duchess was born here, near Ponyville. She has consented to tell us about the beginnings of what we now celebrate as Hearthwarming Eve.”
What is bread night? You may ask. Well, it’s a holiday my family came up with because we’re sick of the American Christmas ™ consumer holiday, as well as the religious connotations. We want to celebrate each other and the love and companionship we found.
It is a celebration of the otherness of being queer (with a hefty amount of communism thrown in). We come together as found family, and friends, giving gifts and eating.
It’s called bread night because the main food isn’t a roast, it’s a loaf of fresh baked bread. The bread is both symbolic of breaking bread with your family, and also the revolt against capitalism.
Home made bread has been turned into a “luxury” by the society we live in, that only time and work can produce, although bread isn’t very hard to make and it’s considerably cheaper and lasts longer than buying it in a store. The bread shows our willingness to provide for each other, as well as being tastey.
Other foods are quick breads (banana, pumpkin, sweet potato), pot pies (anything can be put into a pot pie), and jams/jellies from the fall harvest.
Hot chocolate and mulled wine are the drinks, like the warmth of friendship.
The patron of the gathering is Krampus, a symbol that’s been vilified, much like queer people through out history (as well as Communists, at least in the US… Also a lot of commies tend to be queer). This is very much a celebration of a chosen family, people you enjoy being around, regardless of blood relation. Emphasised because Christmas tends to alienate those without a traditional family or family nearby.
The lights (because hey, string lights and candles are pretty) symbolize the stars, a reminder that even in the cold night, there is still light.
This is a fantastic new tradition to put in place. As someone who has had several hard christmases in a row with biological family, I cannot emphasize enough the important of found family.
For those without found family nearby, I will tentatively host a livestream on Dec 26 for us to share bread together. It will literally just be me eating bread. You do the same.
I owe a lot to this blog, and these dang horses. And with people always having to move around their sites and galleries nowadays, I wanted to started taking the archiving into my own hands. And I figured i’d start off big; by making a downloadable file with basically every MLP pic i’ve ever drawn. Like, that’s 1500+ image files, almost 5GB worth of PNGs. It’s a lot!
All Aboard, Comic Relief, Pinkiepie Sleepeverquest, everything from Sweet Apple Secrets, all my convention prints, all the porn and pinups inbetween; basically, yeah, all of it. It’s as complete as possible, in the highest quality files I had! Most of it is stuff i’ve posted various places over the ~7 years, but all in one place, in HD, and with a chunk of never-seen stuff in there too. And for $15; the price of a print!
Regardless of what tumblr does to this blog, I wanted to make it to make it as easy as possible for people to view/collect my work. I think this is as convenient as I can make it! Thank you all again so much for sticking with me all these years, helping me grow so much as an artist, and for all the incredible times on here. Love y’all!
You can pick it up the collection here!
https://commiss.io/listings/qbNl
And make sure to catch me on all the other sites i’ve been posting to!
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