Schizo Moon

BUT Its very different from what i was posting before

as i was writing cloven moon, i had a sudden dream that very strongly told me 'this isn't what i should make'.

this is a much lighter, looser story, though using a lot of the same ideas. before it was like 'HBO's: Friendship is Magic', now its more in-line with the source material with a good splash of early star trek TNG. i decided, fuck it we ball. i still have the whole plan of cloven moon and other ideas to use, but besides that im winging it. turns out for me, the way to get a story done is to have fun along the ride.

this was artwork for cloven moon, but the middle design with the band coat still very much fits the fic im doing now

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/590816/star-twiggles

after about a month, ive finally finished planning the episodes for cloven moon. theres still more planning to do, but soon-ish the actual writing will begin.

above is the very ominous list of episode titles. all of them are named after songs, either by their name or a lyric from them.

here is the playlist of the music. some of them are repeats because episodes are named after individual sections of one track (e.g 'passing strangers' and 'threshold'). not every track is 'used' in the episode necessarily, but some of them are and hoo boy. hoo mama.

Trixie spoke. "But I really must be going now; I have peasants to impress with power and greatness, and yet in my superlatives, studies to attend to for ever more of both."

"Sounds, uh… ambitious. I was always taught power to be a privation. An evil, I guess."

"If Power be so, Sparkle," She turned to look over her cloak's collar, seeing her in the eye, with a hint of a satisfied smile. "then I be the devil."

The floorboards tapped to her staff's slow steps, and Twilight sat and watched the hat and gliding cloak depart her, watching with a mild astoundment, still holding half the mug of milk. The door creaked, and opened to the night winds briefly, and in the next warm and quiet moment Trixie had passed to a passing impression in stained glass, and then the shadow disappeared left. Twilight stood and set down the mug and tapped the rim twice as if telling the worm [image drawn on the mug] to wait a moment with affection, then she paced to the stairs. She peeled off her slippers on the oak lip of a step then ran up round the curve feet slapping, up and up past the home-paintings and the window then to the door, to the dark living room with cross-sected window spotlight, to the window, and then with the click of a latch into clearer stars and a floral wind blowing her ribbons and for a moment a memory.

The cloak and hat was a dark figure well along the dirt path by the creeper-crawled fence, her drapery and the grass and the woods-edge boughs all blowing westward, in the same calling that lead the distant smoke of chimneys. The sorceress sauntered, gently a touch higher or lower along the night aqua greens, under and over the roll of the land ever more distant and dark, and she was whistling. The reedy organ response of Puccini's 'Te Deum'. Quieter. Wider. Quieter, to the shrinking of her figure and to the last dip that took her from sight. Quieter, until the tune was lost in the hushes and rustling. And Lulamoon was gone with the meadows.

Trixie's sauntering turned to a grinning little jog when she knew the crest had hid her, then she slowed to a stop creased over, and her hands sheltered the hissing ruddy laughter from her teeth. The audacity and the absurdity and the sheer dripping Edge tickled her to fits that themselves tickled her moreso by the fact that she smuggled them behind whatever cold stance she must have taken all the way to the end of sight. The girl set her up to say the coldest muck a mule had ever said and she took it and she walked out like she really was all that and a fist of oats. She wiped her eyes "oooohhh my goodness-" almost starting again with a last sputter. She sighed.

eeeeeven more tests woooooooooo

"Sounds, uh… ambitious. I was always taught power to be a privation. An evil, I guess."

another test for cloven moon

i think this time its pretty clear to me that it needs to be a fic and not a comic. this is an entire page, taking 50 min and unfinished, for what would at most be 2 paragraphs in a novel. the story would have to be cut to the skeleton.

the effect of the last panel tempts me, but it seems theres too many disadvantages and compromises here. its a choice of having the big moments hit like a truck, or having the whole experience be consistently quality.

more artwork for cloven moon (my fimfic) im considering rn maybe doing it as a comic, so i've been testing how fast i can draw. the last page with sunset took about 30 min. other panels took about 5-10 min each. putting aside the fact that i have no idea where id post an mlp comic, it seems a tough choice between the two mediums rn. an audience might understand the vision better visually, at the cost of a lot the interesting interiority and playing with boundaries that language offers. it also wouldn't have as much room to breath because comics have to be more economic. but in text you miss some sick nasty character/environment designs, and more nuanced body/facial language, and more emotional immediacy. imo with books, the 'magic' is only there if it's there in the reader. planning for the story is getting on, i've got about 50 out of 70-ish episodes outlined. if i can execute my plan well, this story will be fucking insane.

shrimple have spoken

i shall be making the fic (cloven moon), though it'll probably be a slow process, and it'll be a long time before any releases. i don't have every duck in a row as far as some character arcs and plot points, so still in the planning phase rn. i'll post some concept arts and previews of passages as i go along, as well as usual bits and bobs of things outside the project. in the interim, heres an unrelated passage of trixie POV that will probably get recycled. this is the style of prose you can expect, though more floral as is the nature of our magician.