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JuliusScipio

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You can't pick someone on DA. :P


I vary, but I'll have to say Lovecraft, King, Donne, Tolkien, and Lewis for writers.


For artists... I like Degas! Even if he is a little creepy. I suppose Winslow Homer (sp?) goes in there too, and definitely Raphael.



What about you follower/watchers?
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So I'm working on two stories in parallel as I trudge along with Norpak. One is GrimDark, Lovecraft-inspired, and full of magic and secrets and death and dooooom. The other is only slightly dark and more adventure-oriented. The first is a spin off of a mildly succesful trilogy of GrimDark stories on FiMFiction, and the other is just an OC and co. story.

Yeah, it's pony. However, the first is actually sort of tennuous in it's connection to that world. As in, all the characters are humans.

Moon Diary Supplemental: Black Box (GrimDark, Sad, OCs,)

The story of Luna's descent into madness, recorded in her diaries, ended with unspeakable destruction. But in the aftermath, what had once been Luna but was now simply the Nightmare slept, and the world recovered from that terribly final holocaust. Life scurries about below, and the world on the Moon's horizon is green again. Man's excursions on the Lunar surface have awakened her, and his technology has provided her a new and more terrible visage. The Nightmare is coming, and the fate of the world rests on a meeting of Light and Dark in the halls of a lost and forlorn civilization and on the cold shores of the Alaskan wilds.


Sepulcher of the Lonely Night (Adventure, SlightDark)

Poets Corner, writer and curator of the Corner Books branch in Ponyville, has been planning a vacation down south to see jungles and ruins to do some research for his next novel, a comeback after his recent flop... and perhaps just because he's always wanted to go. But on the eave of the departure, he is summoned to the Palace and given a simple, if strange assignment by Celestia: Take Luna and a package ... on his trip with him and deliver both to one Twilight Sparkle, currently doing research in some rather mysterious ruins.

Bewildered and honored, he agrees despite his misgivings. Why can't Celestia trust her own postal service? What strange things hold her student's attention? And most importantly... why hasn't anyone seen Twilight in a week?

Secrets and memories, artifacts of dubious origin and sinister intent... Those who seek for the Sepulcher of the Lonely Night do not know what it is that they are looking for, not at all.
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Remember, remember
That today farmers did tire of Sneering
And of the cold and dying hands of an old world
And of the injuries of a disinterested court and assembly.
Remember, remember,
Brave America,
That you were once a nation of farmers and apprentices
And you were foolish and young once, and that you
Had dreams that lit up the night and the world was
Wide and your foes dressed in the Red of Blood.
       There were men once who farmed you, Virginia,
And men once who rose up from you, New England,
Men once who put away the cowardice of their leaders to defend New York,
Yes, even spoiled South Carolina, from you also came farmers who
All bore arms. They knew nothing of war,
Only of the militia square and how to count and if they were lucky
How to shoot a gun. They knew little and heard much of Hessians
And their eyes were full of stars. Backs burdened with glorious purpose,
They died like men and lived in squalor, camped in terrible snowy cold or
Skulking in Carolina Swamps.
Remember, remember
Oh beautiful America
You were a land of farmers once, the kind of men who come
To the aid of Minas Tirith from the backwoods of Gondor,
Held to the task only by their wills and under no true obligation,
No whips at their back, hard men with grey and steely eyes, the kind
Who come in small numbers and when they pass men weep because
The presence of the sacrifice has unnerved them and put the flags of beautiful, rich, cultured Dol Amroth
To eternal and perpetual shame.
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I'm drawing in GIMP and you can't stop me because I'm having fun!
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Oh little poems

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I have crafted you s strange and unlovely. Poor little things. Lost children in snow and soot.
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