When My Little Pony Meets Horny TeenagersYou remember the My Little Pony from the eighties, don't you? Even if you didn't grow up with it, you most likely know of its existence. Those pudgy plastic collectable figures and the nostalgically bad kid's TV show to accompany them were very much a product of the times, embodying the consumer Zeitgeist of the period. And now we look back on their evanescence with misty eyes, firmly believing that they deserved the 'young-girl' tag that went with the product.When My Little Pony Meets Horny Teenagers3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It must largely be the visual appeal of the 2010 re-boot of the franchise, "Friendship is Magic", that has made a whole group of older individuals into fans. Those old, chubby ponies are now slender, beautifully animated characters with big, jewel-like eyes. And we must focus on the visual superiority of these ponies, and the popularity of "Friendship is Magic" with an older demographic, in order to understand why there has been such an influx in pornographic content regarding these equines.
Undoubtedly there was My Little Pony
Dancing With Dreams'I'm back.'Dancing With Dreams4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fragile silence collapsed. Slowly, the Other looked up, 'I thought... I thought you'd gone....'
'For longer...' Came the murmured reply.
The Speaker swallowed, 'I'd never leave you.'
'Then where did you go?' asked the Other, indignation making cold words hot.
'I went to chase that happy ending,' answered the Speaker, 'I danced with all the dreams in the world and tried to discover perfection.'
An icy glare, 'So, what did you find...?' The question was bitter.
'I realised that the dreams I danced with were mere imitations of you and I brought my happy ending back in a box.' The Speaker held out a small wooden container.
Taking it, the Other opened the box, 'It's empty.'
A small nod, 'My happy ending. It's you.'
Hardly Love At AllIt's quite strange how we met. The patter of electronic signals passing through the lines. The sound of the computer fans buzzing by my ear. The moaning of the woman I was currently having sex with. Across from us was her husband who was having sex with a much younger girl. She was closer to my age than the couple was.Hardly Love At All4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We stood outside the doorway to the apartment building fully dressed. "Got a ride?" I asked her. She seemed too innocent to be meeting strangers on the internet and having sex with them. She just nodded her head no. "Neither do I," I said and she smiled. She was quiet when I first walked in the apartment. She sat on the couch next to Greta, the married woman. Greta played with her hair as I approached them. I knew their would be another person there but I didn't expect anyone as young or as fragile as she looked.
"Catching a bus?" I asked her. She nodded yes.
"Do you live far?" I continued to attack her with questions. She took some time to answer and she kinda wobbled h
Mushrooms - Piece 1For being a basement, it finally started to feel like home, Ryan thought to himself. He had spent the last two years of his life becoming an artist, while he was kept in the darkness in the bowels of his captor's house.Mushrooms - Piece 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He wasn't alone. Lorena was about his age, sixteen, but she was still far from trying to make the best of the situation. Ryan didn't blame her.
There were a few positives to living like this and Ryan tried to take advantage with what he had. The basement he was kept in was much bigger than his old room and, more importantly, he was surrounded by all the art supplies he needed. He was currently painting the farthest wall from the stairs into a beautiful blue sky when Lorena returned with Uncle John. It was his best piece of work - his masterpiece.
The locks clicked one by one - there were a total of seven. One light lit the room - it hung, and it swayed. Ryan always became blinded when the door opened, but through that blinding light he could see Lorena's return.
One Who Masters Magic: PrologueOne Who Masters Magic: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Prophecy Worth Blood
Prophecy is both a gift and a curse. It can gift a man with insight into the future that can benefit all of mankind, but it can also curse him with knowledge that others will kill to obtain or to silence.
Terrand of Malorez, Master Prophet
429, Third Age
The sound of iron shod hooves clattering against cobblestones rang out as three dozen men rode hard toward a drab monastery nestled in a small grove of trees miles down the road. The men ignored the cold winter wind that bit at their cheeks and the looming darkness from the shortened days. They knew the way to their destination well and the simple road guided them even in the dim light. All of these men were dressed in expensive heavy plate armor with mail beneath and carried spears in their hand and a sword on their belt. Each wore the crest of their emperor upon their chest plate. The silver mountain and the four golden stars
Tutorial para poner los iconos en los creditos¡Hola!Tutorial para poner los iconos en los creditos3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hoy vamos a responder una de las dudas más frecuentes entre las personas que comienzan a usar Deviantart: cómo dar créditos o citar a un usuario por su avatar de cuenta. Ya sea porque es práctico o se ve más bonito, poner el avatar resulta cómodo y atractivo.
Una cosa que deben saber sobre los íconos es que se ven en:
-Comentarios del Autor (al pie de los dibujos o escritos)
-Comentarios en general
En este tutorial sencillo les enseñaremos la fórmula que se utiliza para poner los íconos y les presentaremos la lista de créditos de los Personajes Frecuentes de Latin Hetalia:
La fórmula para poner los íconos es la siguiente:
: + icon + nombreuser + :
Es la misma fórmula para los grupos.
: + icon + nombregrupo + :
Créditos Personajes Frecuentes de Latin Hetalia
The Tempest of Your MindIt's amazing to watch you wither away and die slowly as your mind explodes softly. It's horrible too though.The Tempest of Your Mind2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's horrible when I call it amazing. But how can I not?
It is what it is and there's nothing I can do.
Age is your enemy, I can see. It's led you to glassy eyes and faded smiles and you're so confused but everyone calls you the wisest ever alive. Even though you're not. You're not. You forgot your memories and your tribulations and errors when all your friends passed away. Pity too, because your advice would mean a lot. A lot to me.
But the tempest of your mind controls your thoughts and words. All your voice does is add dust to the wind.
It's rather disappointing.
He's still BeautifulYes you love him, I know you doHe's still Beautiful6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
despite the hate that you put him through.
He is the smart one, the one who's called geek,
But when you found out he was gay, you called him a freak.
You beat him to a pulp, claimed it was right,
laughed at him endlessly, when he wouldn't fight.
You called him a sin, condemned him to hell
You called him a demon, whose presence you should dispel .
But yes, he was still beautiful even when he would cry,
Those tears would stream freely, down his pale face they would slide.
He released his emotions, where no one could see him,
And you stood there watching, fantasizing over your victim.
You loved him, did you not? But you struggled greatly
And because of that, he was your punching bag daily.
Fist after fist drove into his frail frame,
the people at school would praise you with fame.
He was gay, the freak everyone hated,
But you were the football player whose feelings were belated.
Even with blood staining his clothes
He was still so beautiful, he
Freedom(Open-mindedness is not a power.)Freedom4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Hold up your hand.
Straighten it and make a fist. That arm is a solid structure, a column of cells, a staff.
It's simply a cylinder, and that is all.
(Open mindedness is not a force.)
Go up to a trashcan, place your hands on its side, and shove as hard as you can.
Try it. Watch the trashcan fly, its lid clanging open and its guts spilling over the pavement.
You did that. Notice the veins bulging from your arms.
Do you feel at peace?
(Open-mindedness is not a form of knowledge.)
These I know to be true: the sky is blue, blood is red, and the Earth is round.
"Do you deny sunsets, then? Do you expect only oxygen, and disregard calculus?"
i dont want to be wrong, its embarrassing
Now go outside.
Imagine yourself immersed in sky, wrapped in the great blue blanket.
There are thousands of clouds above you, some heavy with rain and others bursting with sunshine, and seagulls dip and dive around yo
WaP - 67. Playing the MelodyWaP - 67. Playing the Melody2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Perrin had enough of all of them. Nobody listened to her. Her father always took action too late. Willow always thought they shouldn't do anything. And Rivek. Rivek was the worst. He just agreed with anything Willow said.
She wrapped her arms around the branch above her head and hoisted herself upward. Let them find her here, she thought, as she lifted herself up by another rung. If they actually wanted to listen to her - or maybe even apologize - they would have to come looking for her.
As she brooded, nestled in the broad arms of the oak, she heard music. She should have picked a tree further away from the castle. A boy with sand-colored hair sauntered down the road below, whistling a spirited tune while accompanying himself on a beaten guitar. He would reach her hiding spot well before she had the time to climb down and find a new one. At least she coul
.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader.:Hurry Up And Save Me:. GermanyxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hurry Up And Save me"
I'm going through the same day
Same place, same way I always do
Then I saw you from the corner of my eye
And it hit me like a ton of bricks, I can't lie
Oh, you got to me
You were outside today, in the almost one-hundred degree heat doing work for your parents, as they had better things to do...meaning they wanted to stay inside and watch T.V. all day.
You were in charge of most things chore related around the house. Even at age seventeen, your parents still treated you like a ten year old slave, making you do everything for them, and when you refused or had done your chore wrong, you were beaten.
In fact, you had to wear jackets and pants to cover up bruises and scars your parents had given you. Though the ones on your face were just there for you to lie about, and let people think you were clumsy and fell all the time, causing your eye to be black, or your jaw to be bruised. No one would have believed it
About UsIt was comfortable here, snuggled between a blanket and sheets. Cian couldn't remember the last time he was in a bed. He couldn't remember the last time he slept either. Sleeping was nice, something his people didn't need to do all that often, but something that was still enjoyable. For a time sleep had been something of an escape for Cian. But now it felt like an action that he had desperately needed. Groaning softly under his breath he turned so he could hug the pillow to his chest. It smelled like salt air. There was another smell in this place too. Something sweet and doughy. It wasn't at all unpleasant. Nothing was that unpleasant here, really.About Us3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And that was when Cian realized something was terribly wrong. His violet eyes shot open and he jerked up in the bed. A bed? Since when was there a bed?! And blankets, and
Commish for CeexGabeCee woke up in a hospital bed, bandages all over her body. She sat up, "What the hell happened back there?" Dr. Cunningham laid a hand on her shoulder, "Don't get up yet. Your stitches are still healing." Cee brushed his hand away, "I'm fine, now tell me what the hell happened?" He facepalmed, "Look, I can't talk about it right now. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go diagnose some redheaded jackass..." As Gabe walked out, she heard someone down the hall shout, "HEY!!!!" Cee laid back down, wondering who Gabe had to diagnose. She unravled her bandages, looking at her wounds. Her torso was covered in scratches, but something didn't seem right about the shape of the wounds. They almost looked like claw marks, as if an animal had attacked her. Cee started to panic, she was terrified of being attacked by animals. Her attention turned to the odd noises coming from the hallway. A young man with bright red hair and what looked like white cat ears sprinted down the hall wearing nothing but aCommish for CeexGabe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How The Universe WorksAt this point, not much surprised Cian. Every planet seemed to be the same; all the people were the same, and the way their histories played out in the grand scheme of time were all the same. Take this world in front of him right now. It was populated by a race of bird-humanoids that worshipped the weather. They were in their infant stages of knowledge, worshiping rather than understanding. They were split into tribes, some friendly with each other, some decidedly not. The people were doomed to fail and fall into war, some tribes would die, or perhaps the whole world would. If they didn't, life continued and perhaps there would be a renaissance or enlightenment. If they all died then he could come back in another thousand years and see the new life emerging, only to fall into the same trap its ancestors had.How The Universe Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lovely world, Sesmia is," said a voice behind him.
Chills ran up Cian's spine and he jerked
Shadow of the Lonesome"Hi."Shadow of the Lonesome3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy crouched down, staring at his shadow quizzically.
When he received no response, he frowned slightly.
"I see. You're not going to talk to me either."
He mindlessly kicked at a stray pebble, watching as it skipped across the ground. They weren't much different, he mused; both of them had been forgotten by the world.
"I don't get it."
He hung his head.
"What did I ever say?"
He clenched his fists.
"What did I ever do?"
"You're not going to listen either, are you?"
He cracked a small, pained smile.
"That's okay. Nobody does."
Leap Without Looking"So," Mercutio said with a smile too wide for his face, "since you are staying with me, where shall we visit first?"Leap Without Looking3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something in Cian made him wonder why he just agreed to spend more time with this man. Mercutio, at best, was an unknown party. Cian knew him as another Eternal, one who had possibly more than one name, and a personality that was more complicated than it appeared. But he looked so terrified of being alone again. The expression of sheer panic and terror that Mercutio couldn't have controlled had been enough to change Cian's mind. Since when had he been so easily swayed? That incident with Chara had been a fluke. He wasn't a man who changed his mind like that. And yet
Cian sighed, "You said you had been traveling around this galaxy," he murmured. "Where did you still want to visit?"
"There are a number of mountain and garden worlds that I was looking at but h
Complaining"So what does Twin's Nights entail?" Cian asked as he and Mercutio followed behind Damien.Complaining2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The lanky boy shrugged, pushing some messy white locks from his face. Cian couldn't help but notice the way that the boy walked. Damien moved like an animal, not like a human. Light footsteps that were careful, his toes always spread as if they were paws with pads. He also seemed to be haunched, as if he were expecting things to jump at him and he needed to be able to fall on all fours to escape. Stretching his senses Cian could feel people in the area, nothing that terribly dangerous. Not yet at least.
"Twin's Nights is a lot of singing and dancing. People drink and eat a lot. Lots of pickpockets too," Damien looked back at them. "You don't have anything expensive, right?"
"No I don't think so," Cian shook his head.
"What about that," he pointed at Mercutio's anklet.
"I doubt a thief would be able to get this off me," Mercutio smiled.
You Wouldn'tSleep was something Mercutio routinely forgot to do. It was just too much to remember to rest when he had the entire universe to see. He knew that he never would see it all, even if he lived for an eternity, but sleeping felt like a waste of time. Besides, even when Mercutio was tired sleep never appeared as an option to him. Too many nightmares.You Wouldn't3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But this time he didn't have more than three, and they were tame nightmares in comparison to the ones he usually had. That was the problem, really, that there were tame nightmares and then catastrophic nightmares. Mercutio could adjust to having one or the other, but having to encounter both was the problem. They made him fear and detest sleep. Which was also why he woke up so early, so much earlier than Cian ever did. Mercutio couldn't allow himself to get lost in that deep dark world of sleep for "long".
Mercutio woke with a gasp, his fi
The Life And Times Of Karkat Fucking Vantas (CH.6)The Life And Times Of Karkat Fucking Vantas (CH.6)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THE LIFE AND TIMES OF KARKAT FUCKING VANTAS
A homestuck a.u.
(homestuck is owned by andrew hussie)
Your legs carry you fast as you turn against a brick wall, spotting the shimmer of Terezi's red dress a block ahead.
A singing drunk looks up as you dash by and into the street, maneuvering onto the next block, feet aching.
She slows at the small riverside park just by the Hudson, and you slow as well.
She stands there, clutching the rail just by the riverside, staring out ahead into the night.
"T-Terezi?" You croak. You're starting to get cold feet; wondering if it was a good idea to follow her out here.
You step closer, frightened at her silence. "Terezi?" There is no sign of tears, but her voice wavers as she finally speaks. "What?"
You calm your nerves and slowly slide your arms around her, hugging her from behind.
She's tenser than a terrified cat but she doesn't pull back or tell at you s
Karkat and Terezi - A Little Sadstuck FanFicKarkat slowly approached the blind girl, slightly shaking.Karkat and Terezi - A Little Sadstuck FanFic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"TEREZI?", he said.
"H3Y TH3R3! >:]", she responded. It hurt him how happy she was, and how she'd most likely feel in a few moments.
"OH GOD... I...I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY THIS TEREZI...I'M GOING TO DIE SOON. I'M GOING TO BE CULLED, THEY FOUND OUT.", Karkat said slowly at first, then faster because of how scared he was at how she would react to it.
"W-WH4T? TH3Y...TH3Y D1D?",Terezi said. Her concern was clear through her expression.
"YES, I NEED YOU TO KNOW SOMETHING THOUGH.", Karkat told her, a mix of urgency and uncertainty in his voice.
"TH4T 1S?", she said eagerly, hoping for something good, something that would somehow make this whole situation better, though she knew there was nothing that could do that. Terezi prayed this was all just a big joke, and that he was just trolling her, despite all odds.
"AS MUCH AS I FUCKING PLAYED THE QUADRANTS, I GAVE YOU BLACK, RED, PALE...I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU TEREZI. I'VE ALWAYS BEEN SO
GiovanniNothing was the same, and that was the problem. Stability was something Cian liked, that was why he had come to the conclusion that the universe was all a pattern. Patterns made sense, and once Cian learned that pattern he could be comfortable. But now the pattern had shifted, it wasn't something Cian recognized, and that was causing tension.Giovanni3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the last month or so Cian had grown so used to the man he had met that this change was straining their relationship. MercuGiovanni acted the same as his previous reincarnation, but not exactly. The little things were what separated Giovanni from Mercutio, and the fact that Cian could pinpoint those differences was something he would think about at a later time. Right now all he knew was that those little differences were starting to drive him up the wall.
Giovanni hummed. Constantly. Whenever he was awakewhich was all the time.
SomedayJane and Ellis floated parallel to one another across the vast canvas of space, eyeing the marble-like planets that slowly crept past them. Their skin reflected the starlight with a dull orange sheen. Ellis had called it 'planet gazing,' an activity he apparently thought suitable for a date.Someday4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Do you see that one below us?" Ellis said, pointing to a round blue mass.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he asked. "I'll bet it's beautiful on the surface, too. Like the way the dust begins to spiral when a star is forming."
"Something like that," Jane said. She didn't understand his excitement. Planets were nothing interesting. They were just stars without the fire; black holes without the absence of color; asteroids with an atmosphere. They were just specks of light that littered the sky. The only remotely interesting thing she knew about planets was that the gas in their atmosphere were extremely lethal. Big whoop, she thought. Floating, atmospheric rocks of death. Ellis sure knew how to
Brushing Up Against HistoryNovember 1963Brushing Up Against History3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm eight years old and sitting in class (I strangely recall that my seat was in the middle of second row, on the side away from the window), when the principal comes in to tell us that the president has been shot.
I do not know
what it means, but I know
that it scares me.
My mother meets Senator Robert F. Kennedy while he is campaigning in San Francisco and gets his autograph. I live with my father in a small town in Michigan, where every year leading up to Memorial Day, I sell paper poppies for the VFW.
blood of soldiers on the field
war has come home
I watch the news and see the body count, arranged like a scorecard. The numbers say we are winning, but one of those numbers is from our town, the only casualty that week. I don't know him, but I see his picture on the cover of Life Magazine.
I turn 17 the next month
and try to join the Marine Corp
my father will not sign
As a small-town b
You Should SleepAfter that vivid explosion of emotions Mercutio was rather demure. That made the process of Cian blocking one of his powers that much easier. Mercutio was calm while Cian reached into Mercutio's energy. Energy configurations were something complicated, but not impossible to understand. It helped that Cian was as old as he was, since that sort of age aided in understanding energy.You Should Sleep2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though, to be honest, Cian had never really sat and stared at an energy configuration. Mercutio's looked like a thousand of intricately woven braids, all tangled within his body. Cian had to wonder if his was similar, but he would ponder that thought at a later time. Right now he had to sift through all the threads, occasionally tugging at one, testing which ability it was. Mercutio was silent and still l throughout the entire process. Cian didn't think it was hurting Mercutio, and surely his friend would say som