Stability Chapter 1Stability Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been five years. Five years since the mint green unicorn first laid eyes upon that cute, cream coated mare from science class at Canterlot College. Five years since she had accidentally tripped eying her candy embossed flank while walking down the halls, and five years since she was called a "creepy stalking weirdo."
Things had changed since then. It was only one year after her awkward confrontations that she found out that she would be roommates with the pony that had so interested her, and one more after that for her to work up the courage to ask that blue-eyed beauty out to dinner.
That was all behind her now as she looked upon the face of her marefriend, lover and soulmate with a wide smile, observing her familiar features as the candy maker giggled and laughed. She hugged the pony tightly, thoroughly enjoying the time they spent together during quiet evenings like these.
"Well, the afternoon is all ours until our dinner reservations at eight," the earth pony said to her, ex
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 4Galactic Federation 2. PlatoonMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I worked my way through the ship's crew quarters walking past the bunks. The area was relatively intact with only slight damage, but that initial impression was marred by a row of bodies under a series of blankets stacked against the far wall. The crash had not been without its casualties
I passed two soldiers even as they carried another body out of an opposing corridor. They stopped for a moment as I walked past them, but none questioned me or tried to stop me. I could only imagine their faces beneath the visor, the fear and sorrow no doubt going through them.
As I entered the corridor they had come from I immediately spotted a female marine tampering with some power cords, this one sporting the stripes of an engineer. However her power suit did not match as it was augmented with a Phazon Enhancement Device clearly visible from the container on her back.
I stopped for a moment wondering about this as PED´s had been rendered useless following
Stability Chapter 5Stability Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The world faded away. The only object in Lyra's consciousness was the mouth of Octavia pressed against hers. She felt as if the grey mare was sucking her breath away with each second that passed by. Her mind continued to reminder her how wrong it was and that she should break away and slap the pony in front of her.
But why were her eyes closing?
She felt herself slowly relaxing and leaning into the kiss. If Octavia hadn't broken away, she didn't know how far she would have taken it.
The classical musician only stared at her, Lyra finding herself gazing back into her pretty eyes. This feeling was all too familiar for the unicorn; it reminded her of their high school days when they would spend afternoons doing nothing but lying in each other's arms. Despite her blatant throwback to her high school days, her mind still nagged her on the underlying issue:
This was wrong.
How could she let herself enjoy reliving such experiences when she already has a loving marefriend? How could she look u
The Creation: MH styleThe CreationThe Creation: MH style6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
In the beginning, the land was dark. Nothing lived. And the land and water was calm. Then out of the darkness was born three eggs. One was black, the other was white, and the third was blue. At the same time the eggs hatched.
Out of black egg, came a giant beast black as the night. The very roar of this beast caused volcanoes to erupt, causing land to form over the waters. Its step shook the land, creating valleys and canyons. And the scales that fell from it became the plants of the land and the humans along with the other beasts that roam the land.
Out of the blue egg came a beast with fins. It went into the waters. Its movements caused the great ocean to stir, creating great waves that washed away the lands. And the scales that fell from it became the fishes and plants of the ocean.
Out of the white egg, came two beasts with wings, with a great
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 3To the Planet´s Surface.Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I ran through the corridors of the ship heading towards the front where I assumed the bridge would be. On my way I encountered only light resistance in the form of a few Pirate militia who were trying to seal of a hatch to slow me down but I quickly blasted my way past them.
The electromagnetic flux in the ship intensified as I moved soon preventing any kind of scanning and use of advanced visors. Even my standard combat visor experienced several distortions and fluctuations from the surging energy and I could only guess at what was happening.
Dashing through a unlocked hatch I found myself on the vessels bridge. Ahead of me on a raised circular platform before a large window I saw two lightly armored Pirates operating a series of control panels.
I opened fire upon them hitting one of them in the side even as it turned around to face me. It remained standing despite this hit, its companion not even reacting as two shots flew close past it. The wounded one
Writing Tips: Never Assume It's FunnyThere's a very memorable scene in Roger Rabbit where the title character almost randomly breaks out of his handcuffs. When asked why he didn't do it sooner he says that he couldn't do it before because it wasn't funny before. Now Roger Rabbit is a great movie, but that one joke doesn't seem to have aged very well. Since 1989, cartoons have become a lot more story-driven, a lot more in depth, and generally less gag-based. Can you get away with breaking logic or continuity if a joke is funny? Yes. Can you get away with having an asshole in your show who is nothing but a sadist as long as he's funny? Yes. Should you ever, ever do it, especially if you're just getting started writing? Hell fucking no.Writing Tips: Never Assume It's Funny2 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Let's start with the very, very obvious: if the joke you assumed was funny broke continuity, placed a character out of character, or could destroy the story wasn't funny... then things fall apart. It sounds like common sense, but I can see why some people need to assume that things are funny.
Your Attachment - 4Your Attachment - 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is chapter four. To view other chapters find the links below.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler and sadly never will. *cries in corner*
Title: Your Attachment
Rating: T / Pg-13
Summary: He needed me. As for myself? Well...I needed a lot of things. Too bad pretending to be a girl while also pretending to be Sebastian's girl friend weren't some of them.
Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.
Warnings: Will eventually be yaoi! (Sorry mom.)
sorry for OOCness. I won't try to have it that way, but since it is AU it will have to be slightly OOC. Also, I will place warnings on the chapters that have yaoi, so don't worry. This chapter is yaoi free! 8D (Mostly XD)
A/N: Uhh so this chapter will lik
untitled part threeuntitled part three4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I don't remember even going to sleep; I thought to myself, come to think of it, I don't remember even coming home. I closed my eyes tight and tired to rack my brain. Come on, where was I last? Something clicked, and then I was there. It was like watching a movie, I could feel the wind, the bike handle bars, and I could even feel my heart beating.
I watched as I waved goodbye, to my friends as they got into the car. They shouted something to me, but I couldn't understand. I turned back around, and started moving on my bike. The sunshine blaring in my eyes. I squinted, trying to see in front of me. Someone yelled watch out, and a dog came running towards me. I felt the bike bump, as it turned off the curb. I heard barking, as I fell onto the cement. I looked up, hearing a car horn.
I opened my eyes. No, I can't be dead. I looked around suddenly noticing crew members cleaning the street. I'm here; I can feel the wind, I'm breathing. I took a deep breath. I must be dreaming, I have to be d
USUK - Waiting For The EndThis is not the endUSUK - Waiting For The End4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something empties within them
Alfred smiled in a withdrawn manner at his companion, Arthur, who turned around from unlocking his front door, his eyebrows raised slightly almost in anticipation. America played his part then in the never ending role of loyal-steady-boyfriend. A kiss to the cheek to watch England flush an abnormally bright shade of red before then sneaking another kiss from the Briton's smooth lips.
As he had for the past three dates now, England screwed up his face at the contact, pushing hard against the American's shoulders until he leant back to give the man some space. Alfred wasn't surprised to notice that Arthur's cheeks weren't stained red but were his normal shade of alabaster. Things hadn't been going well and he wasn't sure as to the reason why. They had been happy, hadn't they? Thei
7 Kisses7 Kisses4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"N!" Touko shouted gleefully, running to aforementioned person. He opened his arms to catch her and the next thing he knew, she was in his arms, laughing.
"What is it Touko?" he asked. Touko beamed up at him.
"I got the lead in the Musical! My Emolga will be the star of 'A Sweet Soiree'!" she exclaimed. "Isn't it wonderful?!" N smiled down at her.
"It sure is." And he bent down and affectionately rubbed noses with her, the two laughing.
He hugged her tightly as she sobbed in his arms. He cursed Silver's bruteness. How the hell did Lyra put up with that guy in the first place?
"It's okay, Touko " he soothingly whispered, and planted a reassuring kiss on her forehead.
"Everything's going to be ok."
Kiss on the Cheek
"Do you want to go out again?" N stammered from his place on Touko's porch. Tou
Self vs. selfYou must get out.Self vs. self3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
That mind set will kill you.
To say "that's just the way I am," is to say there's no hope.
To live life in such a manner is sad.
You go on day to day, and do this and that.
You forget this and that.
You never write stuff down to make sure you remember.
You always just give up when it gets hard.
You only finish when it's easy.
YOU ARE WEAK!
YOU ARE INTELIGENT, BUT YOU LACK COMMON SENSE!
WHEN YOU ARE GIVEN A GIFT, YOU SQUANDER IT!
WHEN GIVEN TIME, YOU WASTE IT!
What is it you are fighting for?
What is it you want?
What is it you need in life?
Why do you take that next breath?
If the God of everything is in your favor,
then why don't you ask for his help?
If you cannot control your thoughts,
then why don't you stop that which is causing that thought?
If you can't restrain your actions,
then why don't you make it so you can't do it when you are not in the right
Do or do not. There is no try. There is no maybe.
You fail or you succeed. It is nothing else nothing more
Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 3Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brutus stood outside of a small abandoned two-story house keeping watch while the boys inside had their fill of food. It had been weeks since they had a decent meal, and they had earned it. He looked around at the old abandoned factories that lay around his home. It was not the best place, but it kept them safe from prying eyes and the authorities at least. Not completely safe however, as there were many other groups. Each one more violent then the last, but Brutus earned a little respect from the bosses. They managed to hammer out a truce with most of them, but they were prepared in case someone tried something.
The door opened and a young man with blonde bangs stepped out. He was about Brutus' height and age but just shy of six feet tall. The one eye not covered by the bangs was a deep blue, which gave him the look of innocence. However the look was refuted by some scars on his neck and one on his cheek, "What would we do without you Brutus?" the young man asked as he took up a cigar
The Scribblings of a Lost One1. My lips form kisses that lick along your collarbone when you wish it. I've found myself both leaning over you, a perfect smirk on my face, listening to your breathing deepen, and in the corner of my bed, a ball, as far away from you as I can manage. Months of memory have done nothing but mar me useless. I long to cringe away from your love-smiles, but I cannot. You've stolen me, love, yet you act as though you never wanted me until you change, and come back to it. The sound of your sobs make me want to be the strongest little cutter girl in the world for you, but when your words turn sharp, slashing defensively against my already shattered skin, I long to leave you and break promise after crimson promise, yet I know always that I will never be able to. Please, let me be yours, because I know I could make you happy, but I don't think you want your own happiness, sometimes. I'm so close to breaking, love. I'm not sure what is still pushing me, but your smiles keep me hopinThe Scribblings of a Lost One4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Stability Chapter 4Stability Chapter 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was one of those secrets.
Lyra awoke, still completely dumbfounded by the events of the previous night. She looked to her left to see that the space Bon Bon would normally occupy was empty. The mare shook her head as she began to talk to herself.
"Of all the things that Octavia had to tell her, she had to tell her that? I mean, not that I'm complaining... That was... Different..." The unicorn let out a lengthy sigh. "I'm going to have to have a word with that pony. Spreading those things around about ponies is not cool. Well... It was nice..."
Lyra groggily hopped out of bed, her weighted eyelids urging her to fall back over; last night had completely worn her out. Her eyes half closed, she scanned the room for a clock, finding it in its usual place. The numbers that stared back at her forced her eyes open with a start.
"Twelve-thirty!? Cinnamon Swirl will have my head!"
Her horn glowed and her magical aura enveloped her work uniform. She hurriedly trotted down the stairs, running i
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #31, 32, 33!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #31, 32, 33!3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
#31) As well as being a brony, I'm a furry. I find that some bronies alienate me because of that, and many bronies become offended when people assume that they're furries. What the hell? Shouldn't they know what it's like to be out of the mainstream? Is it bad to be a furry? Why can't I be both a furry and a brony?
Answer: The furry fandom has a lot of negative connotations surrounding it. The stereotype of a furry to a non-furry is someone who is attracted to animal-people, which a lot of people are uncomfortable with. When ponies became popular, a lot of people started saying that pony-fans are furries, while many pony-fans became vocal about not being part of the furry fandom just because they like ponies.
Personally, I find this to be exactly why applying abstract labels to things can be damaging. Not everyone wants to be part of a fandom based on their interests; some are fine to be remain without labels and titles, and instead prefer to just appreciate various inter
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 2The Welcome CommitteeMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My ship underway to the coordinates I leaned back in my chair, my suit dematerializing around me revealing the blue zero suit beneath. Like that I took in a deep breath and relaxed.
As I did I thought of the Metroids, the parasitic life form from SR338 that seemed to have dominated my life ever since my first great battle with the Space Pirates upon the planet Zebes. I remembered how the Space Pirates had tried to use the Metroids as a bio-weapon and energy source. I had stopped them then, but it had only been the beginning
Tallon IV, Aether, the entire Phazon Crisis I had fought the Space Pirates, thwarting their experiments to use the Metroids as weapons and energy sources. It had not always been the main goal of my missions, but I had done it in the firm belief that it was better to eradicate the Metroids than to allow them to become a weapon for the Space Pirates. That had been my conviction as I descended to the surface of SR338 to eradicate the Metroid
Dark Nova Technology FAQDark Nova Technology FAQ4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dark Nova Technology FAQ
Q: What kind of engines are used in Dark Nova? What about FTL?
A: Engines break down into two types, main engines for sub-light speeds and jump engines for FTL. The most common type of main engine in the Terran sphere is the gravitic drive. This is a cutting-edge gravity-manipulation engine that is only theoretical today in the early 21st century. It serves three simultaneous purposes- allowing for phenomenal acceleration and maneuverability, creating an inertial-dampening field through the gravitic bubble it creates around the vessel (in other words, the ship may be accelerating at 1.25 AU per hour, but within the bubble velocity is unchanged, and thus the crew are not turned into a molecular smear on the rear bulkhead from acceleration G-forces), and it creates the AG fields that allow the vessel to float above the ground AND create artificial gravity inside. Gravitic technology was- in the history of the setting- one of the Big Three breakthr
Stability Chapter 2Stability Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Broke? What do you mean broke?"
Bon Bon flashed her partner a stern look. "We have nothing. We have no money."
A shocked Lyra stammered. "Wh-, what do you mean 'nothing'? Your business has been doing great! I've seen it!"
"Not great enough, apparently." The earth pony didn't move her gaze from the floor. "If I can't pay rent by the end of the month, I'll lose the shop."
"We'll lose the shop," Lyra corrected. "We're in this together."
Bon Bon stood up and hugged her marefriend. "Oh Lyra. I just don't know what to do. I'm scared."
The unicorn ran her hooves up and down her partner's back. "We'll figure this out. Together."
The cream colored mare looked up at her before digging her face into her neck, desperately searching for whatever comfort it could offer. The pony made her best attempt at holding back her fearful tears, but to no avail.
Lyra tousled the pony's mane. "C'mon. Let's go sit down. You need a break."
The mare couldn't protest. However unwilling to move she was, Bon Bon was
Stability Chapter 6Stability Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Waking up in strange places never was a good feeling for Lyra. Especially when she was awoken by the voice of a mare who was not her marefriend.
"Lyra? What in Luna's name are you doing here so early? I thought I told you to lock up last night."
The only response the mare could muster was falling off of the table she had been sleeping on. She felt the cleaning towel she had been using as a pillow fall on her face. Groggily, she threw it off of her, her eyes being met with the sight of Cinnamon Swirl towering over her body.
"Well?" she said. "This isn't a hotel for you to just waltz in and out at your own desire."
"I... I never left last night. I couldn't. I-" she thought of making up some sort of excuse, but decided that if she was ever going to enjoy working for this mare, she would have to open up sometime. "I don't have any other place to go."
Cinnamon seemed indifferent, but still surprised Lyra with a response. "Well I can't have you sleeping on the job, can I? What happened?"
Metroid: Project Dread: Ch 1The SignalMetroid: Project Dread: Ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The planet was bright red as I looked at it from inside the cockpit and as I approached the sensors picked up a weak, but constant signal originating from somewhere along the planets equator in an area caught in a massive storm.
Wind and sand battered the ship as I brought it down into the planets lower atmosphere. It was barely possible to see anything out the cockpit due to the storm raging around the ship, but I did not need visual either as the on board computer was more than enough to set the ship down safely. In fact the storm was only a gift as it allowed me to land my ship closer to my target than under normal circumstances.
The moment the ship touched solid ground I rose from the cockpit seat and headed towards the lift in the back of the ship. As I walked towards the lift a simple thought was all I required to activate the materialization process of my Power Suit. The yellow and red armor plates quickly covered my body, the green arm cannon formed around
His lovely one.A young man sits in his room. It just so happens that today was his last day in school, for the rest of the year. Now he had time to focus, focus on the one thing more important to him than his own life.His lovely one.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He headed out his door and down the stairs. Pictures of him, his family, and his important one lined the walls. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his doorbell rung. "Right on time." He said as he opened the heavy door.
He opened the door, outside the cold air bit his pale skin harshly, easily pervading the safety of his woolen coat. On his doorstep, there were two packages, both addressed to him. Taking these packages, he closed the door and then headed into his basement.
The damp chilled air of the basement clung to his dark brown hair and nipped at his exposed hands. In the center of the room, there was a large crystalline structure. The crystal imprisoned his precious one far better than any man made prison, for it was not manmade, but made by the Fey.
The Fey, had made the cr