FAPTRR HeadcanonsOddly, there is a 'My Little Pony Friendship is Magic' show in the AU. However, most of the FAPTRR don't watch the show let alone think anything strange of it. Only Paisley watches the show in the entire group. She has been trying to convince the group for months that there is something weird about the show and to prove her point, she gave them all nicknames of characters from the show.
Fleur's parents divorced when Fleur was about ten years old. Fleur is still really upset about it and refuses to talk about the event. She currently lives with her father, who fun fact works at a pet shop, and visits her mother every other weekend and during the holidays.
Alex moved into town about two years ago and in moving here, she had to give up a huge farm with hundreds of acres of farmland. Alex still hasn't fully gotten used to living in the city but it doesn't seem like she will have to; her new home has a bit of a backyard with just enough space to grow a few apple trees. It's nowhere near the
AU: The Tragic Life of Feliciano VargasI returned to the computer, more importantly to my webcam, and showed the girl I was skyping with what I had brought back. The pillow wasn't too big and it wasn't too well kept together; it was an old pillow with some of the stuffing coming out of it. Granted, for an old pillow, it still looked mildly decent and the color of the flowery design hadn't faded too much.AU: The Tragic Life of Feliciano Vargas2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Do you see this?" I asked her with a bit of a whine in my voice. "Do you see what you have done to my Geetiano pillow? It's losing its fluff!"
Through the magic that was Skype, Geety was able to see my pillow and creepiness. She frowned a little bit and with a slight British accent, she spoke, "But shouldn't it have lost its fluff over a year ago?"
I looked down as I hugged my pillow a little tighter; my voice came out nearly as soft as Fleur's. "And I've been sad ever since I'm sorry; I'm just really emotional about this "
Geety just shook her head over in London, a place she had called home for about a ye
.::AU::. I Hate This PartI Hate This Part, Marisol' POV.::AU::. I Hate This Part2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I can't take it any longer,
Thought that we were stronger,
All we do is linger,
Slipping through our fingers."
I climbed into Ivan's truck on Saturday, just as I had agreed too. The snow had coated everything in the crowded inner-city school yard. Snow had been shoveled to clear a path for trucks to drive on. That snow had turned gray and brown from debris. The sky, dark and filled with clouds, seemed to make everything feel boxed in. Cold, shivering children lined the sidewalk.
The desperate scenery reminded me of my thoughts. I looked at Ivan's stoic face as I clambered into the passenger's seat. He didn't smile at me, didn't even nod to acknowledge my presence.
It had been like this for a couple of weeks now. We barely exchanged words anymore. Smiles were even rarer. I couldn't tell if it was because I was pulling away from him, or if he was pulling
EdMar - I Do"Marry me."EdMar - I Do2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was...sudden, to say the least yet there was no hint of surprise or shock on Marisol's face. On the contrary, a small smile spread out on her face, as she looked at the man kneeling in front of her desk. She slowly looked towards the window and getting up from her seat, opened the blinds in one fluid movement. The staff of the monthly anthology that she was the editor of stared on in surprise, confronted by the unexpected scene of having the head of the IT department of the company on his knees in front of the editor of one of the most precious anthologies of all time.
"Say it again." Marisol's words weren't malicious or joyous. They were more like a statement, above all. A simple, unaffected statement, said with complete sincerity.
Eduard gulped slightly, before using the back of his hand to nudge up his glasses. He'd made up his mind earlier to ask his long-time girlfriend straight out to marry him Eduard knew that she didn't appreciate gimmicks or
.::AU::. RAGMIC Drabbles"What is that that you're drawing, Cheyenne?" Arthur peeked over the girl's shoulder, who was currently sketching a drawing in her notebook..::AU::. RAGMIC Drabbles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cheyenne immediately turned bright red and pressed the notebook to her chest, looking forward to avoid eye contact with the man behind her. "N-Nothing!"
Arthur eyed her with an intrigued look before sighing and sitting down beside her. He turned his head to look at her face, smiling to himself as he did so. "You know, if your drawings are that private, you could always tell me to stop peeking over your shoulder."
"W-Well " Cheyenne was speechless; Arthur was right, once again. With a sigh, she pulled the notebook from her chest and looked down at the drawing with a small smile, her cheeks still tinted slightly red. " I was actually planning on showing you this one. It's one of the pictures I've worked really hard on, and I'm actually quite proud with this." She averted her eyes towards the British man beside her, whose eyebrows were rais
EdMar HeadcanonsEdMar headcanonsEdMar Headcanons1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
1. They met in high school, when Marisol was in 10th grade and Eduard was in 11th. At the time, Marisol was still involved with Ivan, though she was unhappy with him.
2. Eduard and Berwald get along very well contrary to what one might expect. Berwald likes Eduard's nerdy and computer-esque personality opposed to Ivan's and the others' brute-force concepts.
3. Ed and Marisol once went on vacation together; when Eduard told his family of Marisol and Berwald's plight, they were quickly invited to accompany the von Bock's to the shore. Marisol immediately agreed as she hadn't been on vacation in nearly five years; Berwald was a little more hesitant but agreed eventually.
4. Marisol and Eduard often spend their time watching local high school athletics; they've attended baseball, basketball, hockey, and volleyball matches together.
5. Though Eduard is not big on it, Marisol loves double and group dates. They have no particular pair t
AU: Prom DecorationsI really wish I was taller. Some people might think it's a self conscious desire, like as if I think people will like me more if I was taller or something very middle school like that. I can insure you that I rather like being five feet even, thank you very much. It was just that sometimes, tasks would be just the tiniest easier if I were just a little bit taller. Because, let's face it, standing on chairs only helps so much when you are as fun sized as I am.AU: Prom Decorations2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Just a liiittle to the leeeft " I muttered under my breath. I was currently tippy toeing as I stood on the chair. Even though the Prom was a mere twenty four hours away, there was still a lot of decorating to do, especially when it came to putting up the streamers. I'm starting to hate streamers just a little bit now.
"Um, Rosie, can I speak with you for a moment?" Oh hell haw, is someone really trying to interrupt me while I'm in artist zone? Oh god, I'm sounding like Rachana* now. I've been hanging out with Brandon's frien
AU: How We Met 9"H-hi!" I said nervously. "I was, um, wondering if I could come to your party."AU: How We Met 92 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Isa turned to me. She was pretty, with her fair skin, brown wavy-ish hair, and sparkly brown eyes. It was so hard to talk to someone so pretty! Why does she have to pretty like all of my friends? "Um, do I know you?" She asked.
I shook my head. "No but you're friends with Alli and Marisol, right? I am too! I'm Cheyenne but they call me Rosie a lot. I'm sorry for randomly coming up to you."
She laughed a little as she smiled. "It's okay, random is cool!"
I smiled through my nervousness. Sometimes I forgot I was allowed to be myself. Usually that was reserved for my friends.
Isa continued, "Any friend of Alli and Marisol is a friend of mine! You're free to come to my party."
We decided to keep talking. The conversation went from talks of the party to our favorite shows to talking about cats. God we love cats.
AU!AU - Elbrus Academy"Stop that, Allison."AU!AU - Elbrus Academy2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What?" I looked towards my brother, surprise etched all over my face. "What'd I do this time?"
"if you're going to be listening to music all through the entrance ceremony, then at least don't let the whole room be aware of it by dancing in your seat!"
Sticking out my tongue at Arthur, I put my headphones back into my ear and continued listening.
Elbrus Academy. What a prestigious name, one would think. A secluded, private academy tucked away in the depths of the nation, meant for only the elite. The general population may never have even heard of it but for those who managed to enter the Academy, it was a matter of prestige and pride. The Academy provided it's students with luxury and comfort par excellence, in return jus expecting their students to be some of the best once they graduate out from it and hopefully continue to fund the school later on (something which was done by all, till date).
No one would have ever thought that this private academy was made for
AU- The Next GenerationName: Vincent Alan KirklandAU- The Next Generation1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
-> is sometimes called 'Vinny' but he only likes it when his mom calls him that and even then he doesn't like it too much. More to his liking is 'Vin.'
Parents: Rosie and Arthur Kirkland
Physical features: Vincent is rather average in height, standing at about 5"7 at full growth. His physical built is lean rather than muscular. He has fair skin, though at as fair as Briar or his mother. He has very messy brown hair with some natural red highlights in it, almond shaped emerald green eyes, and thick eyebrows. He also has ear piercings. Vincent's dress style contains a lot of non-gender specific clothes.
Personality traits: Out of the three Kirkland kids, Vincent is probably the most skeptical and the most perfectionist of the trio. He also happens to be the most bookworm-ish in their group. Vincent isn't too big of a fan of sports but he does occasionally play a nice game of football with his friends and, more often, with Briar. He has more experience with bal
AU!AU - Elbrus Academy 2"You'd think that a damned filthy rich place like this would have its amenities," I muttered to myself, much to Arthur's amusement, it seemed.AU!AU - Elbrus Academy 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This isn't a finishing school, or the like, dear sister," I could hear the smile in his voice. "We do indeed have to put in some effort of our own."
"You're just happy to see me, aren't you?" I turned towards him, a questioning smile playing on my lips. "The last time you were this happy was when your team had beat Francis' during Sports Day some three years ago."
It seemed that maybe I'd touched some sensitive topic, as the smile from Arthur's face completely vanished. "Talking about Francis...he's here too, remember?"
"Ah, the Bonnefoys - yeah, I do remember...mainly art heists, if I'm not mistaken." I remembered how their family had somewhat of a reputation of being involved in most of the major art forgeries and thefts in history.
"Yes, however," Arthur paused, as if to recall information. "Francis' studying to be more in line with an indiv
A More In-detailed Bio And Description of AnniePreferred Name: AnnieA More In-detailed Bio And Description of Annie1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Full Name: Cheyenne Ros(i)e Carriedo Roe
Age and DOB: 16 years, August 29, 1995
Physical Appearance: Annie is a small person, standing at only five feet and weighting a light 95 pounds. Her built suits her size though and she has an hourglass figure while still remaining quite skinny. Her hair, which is a very dark, nearly black shade of brown, is cut in a short bob and her eyebrows, though a little bushy, have the same color. Her almond shaded eyes are a blue color. Annie's skin is quite fair despite her attempts to tan it.
General Fashion Sense: Annie normally keeps up with all of the latest fashion trends and can often be seen wearing the latest designs. Her outfits usually include pink or purplish dresses that normally fall above the knee. Annie also tends to wear stylish boots and high heels with her dresses. It is very uncommon to see her wear the same outfit twice. It IS common, however, to see her Sunday clothes often because she wears them every Sunday. T
AU - Deceit."See you after fifth period?" Antonio smiled, as he stood up, and off the lockers.AU - Deceit.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Would love to, but can't," I returned his smile, slamming the door to my locker shut.
With a small shrug, I turned towards him, and started walking backwards towards my class. "I'm not really going to class, Toni..."
Antonio sighed, and shook his head. "Don't tell me you're going to be skipping again?"
"Of course not...okay, maybe." I laughed sheepishly, biting my lip.
"Why would you do that?" he asked, as he turned me around by my backpack to face the opposite direction.
"Ah, because...Geometry's boring?" I replied. He'd taken me off guard with that question.
"Mmhmm, but still...you shouldn't skip, you know," Antonio propelled me forward, pushing on my backpack. It must've been a weird sight a girl being pushed by a guy down the hallways.
"Yeah, but if I go to class and fall asleep, then she'll yell at me!"
"Then don't sleep!" Antonio laughed, as if it was the easiest solution ever.