Quill_Weave

I'M SORRY I'M NOT AN ARGONIAN. It's an unfortunate name, I know.

Another character for Niyellie and Sarah_Doyle. Feel free to poke me whenever you're interested! Even if Quill doesn't ineterest you, feel free to chat or inquire about my other characters.

I really should have grabbed a beer before starting this rewrite. But I suppose if I had, the profile would start off with "LOOOOOONG AGO, IN A DISTANT PAST" and just be a running parody of TV shows and video games that I've enjoyed. Hmm, is that really a bad thing, though?

Now go! Let the shitposting come back to life.

Ponies are a bit of a niche. They represent a niche group of people in and of themselves, and within that niche is the niche group of people fetishising these little four legged butt monsters. An even smaller niche exists within that niche enjoying these critters with vore. As far as fetishes go, vore has itself a pretty sizable niche, but it's nothing like "Hurrah for bondage". As such, the niche intersecting the niche of vore and the niche of lewd ponies is indeed smol in comparison. A niche inside of a niche filtered by another niche. EVEN FURTHERMORE the niches are split into other niche groups of chatrooms and Skype groups, deminishing these niches to a shadow of themselves. An intertwining series of niches and niche filters reducing the target audience for this character to be roughly two or three people within this website.

BUT FUCK IT. It's my character I do what I want.

It is to be said that this character does not reside in Equestria. He came from the coastal town of Trottingham, which in my personal headcannon is ponified Boston, and as such carries the accent around with him. It's a muddied version of "Wicked cool eh le'sgogetusapizzer", diluted in a way where there's enough time between words for the average human brain to actually be able to comprehend what's trying to be said. Instead it would sound more like "That's pretty cool, wanna go get a pizzer?" Presently he resides in a good home, located in the middle of, essentially, nowhere. Comepletely cut off from civilization by woods, his home is built into a hillside. He's got a large garage that serves as a basement, the driveway ramping down towards its door, cut into the hill itself. The house's main floor digs very slightly into the hill, with the top floor being fairly standard despite its high roof. Even the front porch has multiple "Floors" to it. It's got a stone fence with a wrought iron gate in the front, flanked on the inside walls with an hilariously amatuer garden to contrast the proffessional quality of the fencing. This leads up towards the first deck, a few steps up. Made of wood, it spans a decent amount of space, enough for a small table and two chairs. Some more steps lead up to a second deck, much smaller, and the front door. Back porch is a single, large deck that runs along the entire back end of the house. Has a grill, a table and four chairs. Stairs lead down into a fenceed in back yard.

Quill had a wife. She died a while back. Moving on!

Back when he lived in Equestria, he got his cutie mark back in school during a creative writing assignment. Oh how joyful that was, for a day being the centre of attention with everyone looking at his newly acquired tramp stamp before he's even a teenager. His parents must have been so proud. Go figure it was in writing, but as years went on and he continued to follow his talent, he discovered it's not the passion he truely wants. During highschool he took some cosmetology classes, even doing some weird things with his tail, resulting in its current, rather unique style. After graduating, he moved onto some culinary schools, having discovered that's where his passion lies. In Equestria, he learned over one hundred recipies with hay! Oh boy, the bland, flavourless plant matter that ponies seem to subsist off. That was half of what he learned there, the other half being sanitation and proper cooking methods for the food service industry. And another half being how to make cakes or other sugar based sweets. Yes I know it's three halves, shut up tho. Irritated with this, he went to a griffon culinary school, where he learned to cook with things that actually have flavour to them. This miracle substance called "Meat". But oh, it's taboo for a pony to eat and cook with meat, just imagine how gassy it would make them! And as such, after fetching too much media attention, was kicked out from the school.

At this point in life, he had been married. A prodigy in architecture, having already submitted some rather succcessful designs that got her a bit of a name and respectable income. Quill, the entire time through his pursuit of the culinary arts, had continued his writing. He put out a few books yet had trouble finding an audience thanks in part to the bland tastes in literature ponies in Equestria have. Quill wanted to make stories about hardship, coming up with some rather depressing tales of horror and unfortunate adventerer parties where the good guys win, but at a heavy price. Eventually he found a publisher willing to take him on, paying for his moving expenses into a completely different land, far away from Equestria with many new, interesting creatures. Most of which walk on two legs!

His wife died around this point. Very sad. Moving on!

Didn't take long for him to lose his flame. As he put out more and more literature, he noticed a trend. The shitty romance novels lining grocery store shelves, stories about mythlogical creatures dilluted down into high school drama, gossip horror targetted at highschool girls, had sales that dwarfed pieces he actually put effort into. Over time, he stopped trying, evolving into a mediocre bookmill, churning out generic novel after generic novel. The characters in them remained interesting, even though the stories themselves devolved into bile.

I GOT A LOT MORE TO ADD BUT MY EYES ARE STARTING TO HURT.

Have some art instead:




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