Through a Mirror, Brilliantly. by PoisonHorsie, journal
Through a Mirror, Brilliantly.
Let me tell you about Hitomi.
Kanzaki Hitomi was the first girl I really considered a self-insert. When I became aware of her, I hadn't yet accepted my own distaste for being physically male. It was there, and had been since well before puberty, but I grew up in a conservative family, and it was the 80's/early 90's and, well, things were different then. I was in the military in those days, and I had no vehicle with which to get off base, nor, as a junior enlisted, sufficient income to justify getting one. To remedy this, I spent most of my off-time milling about the swamps and backwoods of the base on which I lived, with occasional trips to
Welp, as of today, it’s officially been 10 years since I’ve joined DeviantArt.
When I realized I was already having a lot of fun on Fanfiction.net, meeting new and really talented and kind people who share your similar interests, and due to the fact that my urge to draw again like I used to was coming back, I knew I had to join DeviantArt at some point to share my own personal artwork and to meet other talented artists whom I’ve admired from afar back in 2008 like cappy-code (https://www.deviantart.com/cappy-code) who is now one of my closest friends ever.
My immense love for Pucca and Ice Age at the time were some of the main causes of me returning to that hobb
Captain's Log, 16 July, 2019.
Today was fun. I received some calls from some friends, 1 of which I hadn't spoken to for quite a spell. He invited me to go shooting with him. I love shooting. When my age was still measured in single digits, I would go to the range with my father and grandfather. I was on the school rifle team in my high school days, and got multiple awards for competitions, and marksmanship, more still, when I eventually joined the Marines. Sadly, I have been unable to shoot for some time, and what a perfect opportunity to kill 2 birds with 1 stone: seeing my friend, and getting my bang on.
He came to pick me up, and I badly
Once More Unto the Breach by PoisonHorsie, journal
Once More Unto the Breach
I feel like I'm going to have a panic attack.
Most people don't have this kind of strain in their lives.
But there's no sympathy, there's no other choice.
It must be done now, or it may as well never be done at all.
Would that be so bad?
If it works, it will be the optimal solution.
If it doesn't, the degree of failure will depend on the final states divergence.
I hate the necessity for this course of action.
I don't deserve her.
But I will do my best from afar though she will never know.
Damn this world, and my station within it.
But it is my burden to bear.
Love is duty.
Duty is best served thus, though emotion rebels.
Celes
Captain's Log 17 May, 2019
I'm tired. I don't do much these days besides sit around waiting for my leg to heal. I shouldn't be so tired. I'm working on a project, too. I sat down to draw the other day, and instead starting putting together a booklet on how to write in Ponish. It's proving to be a much bigger project than I anticipated, but there's got to be somehuman out there who wants to learn how to write like a pony, doesn't there?
Earlier I tried making a pony ranking chart. I couldn't. I can't divide the ponies up into grades. There is Twilight at the top, of course, and my other 2 favorites, Sunset Shimmer, and Princess Celestia, but
yururi saku
kotoshi no hana no
kakugo kana
~
How leisurely the cherry
blossoms bloom this year, unhurried
by their doom.
Captain's Log, 9 April, 2019,
finished, and published 11 April, 2019
The cherry trees are blooming again. They're so beautiful, and so evanescent. They've been used for centuries as analogies to that which is gone in the blink of an eye. Mayflies, only more relatable. Despite not even sharing a kingdom with us. Beauty counts for a lot, I guess. How appropriate my favorite flavor of my favorite beverage - sakura milk tea - is already done for the year. I never even got to taste it this time around.
Today I went
Captain's Log: 26 February, 2019
>TFW you started maintaining an online presence to be able to express yourself without restraint, but now that you've somehow managed to make actual friends despite baring the most contemptible aspects of yourself, you can't really do it anymore because you worry how the things you say might make them feel, and don't want to upset or stress them out, so you find yourself right back where you were emotionally before you started to do all this because you have to keep so much bottled up again.
Captain's log: 27 February, 2019
I wish it were possible to disable comments on journal entries.
Please let me el
Early Valentine's Present by PoisonHorsie, journal
Early Valentine's Present
Captain's Log, 13 February, 2019
I am not an easily embarrassed person. That is not to say that I don't usually know when I should, by dent of societal norms be embarrassed, I'm just not. And even when I am, I don't usually allow it to affect my behavior. I will force myself to do what I want to do, or what I need to do, and the sniggering, 6-toed nerf-herders can all go to hell in their own way, as far as I'm concerned. Everyone has skeletons in their closet, including, no, especially those who make it their life's mission to corral and control others. Keeping that in mind makes the ease with which normies allow social expectations to bind