Cactus Codex

In which I make long titles out of everything.

The Needs and Oddities of Up and Coming Prodigies

Tales from the Smallest and Most Rural Town You Could Imagine

An Epilogue for Fatherhood, or Seven Hundred Thousand Bits to Spend on Strippers

In other news, I have hit 2400 words on my work in progress ceremonial debut fan fiction, Diabetics and Ditches, or How Rarity Told Me That Mud was Good for the Soul.

There’s blood and mud and cuddling and shitty jokes, just like you’d expect from a typical PC update.

(It’s set in that universe too since I’m a lazy nut.)

My latest SpikeBelle pic has propelled itself to my most faved submission on Inkbunny in 2 days.

I’ve gained around 30 watchers over those two days, getting me closer to 700.

Where the hell are all of them coming from?!

theodd1sout:

This will help you write good.

(via scifibrony)

Yep!

Skype name is dtcx97, for anyone who wants it.

Guh.

Today just flew by.

And no motivation to do anything.

Damn it.

Oh hey, it’s raining.

What perfect timing for the update

judacris:

This is a dish at my local fish place.

Poor Scootaloo.

(Source: judacris)

I DISCOVERED A NEW, EASIER, AND BETTER WAY OF DOING LIGHTING AND LOOK AT WHAT I CAN DO NOW.

You’d look pretty sharp in it.

aRE YOU KIDDING ME

What if I owned a cactus fursuit?

If I declare myself as cactus-kin, will I get someone to yell at me?

Probably not.

Oh hey, Cheddar!

Well, the rich people live more in the north where the mountains are. I don’t live there. In fact, I live in the more crummier portions of the county.

So yeah, I’m not rich. I do know rich people, though.

They even gave me a cool monocle.

I have found the elusive recyclable collection truck.