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!2 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
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.9 months 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
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
Typical Brony Leaving the FandomI'm leaving the pony fandom;Typical Brony Leaving the Fandom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm done with all the gossiping and the bitching,
The back-stabbing and the gender-switching
Between people who pretend they're something
They're not. 
I'm getting out of the fandom;
I'm sick of its porn and its gore,
Its darker side and its desire for more
To join the herd of egotistical pricks
Like them. 
I'm tired of this fandom;
I'm bored by endless proverbs and morals,
By the puffed-up glands of internet quarrels
Of who loves and tolerates in greater amounts
And wins. 
I've had it with this fandom;
I'm hateful towards drama and exaggeration,
Towards those who react to every situation
That comes about and fucks with their next
Great idea. 
I've given up with this fandom;
I'm leaving DeviantArt and deactivating my account,
Leaving behind my reputation and getting out
Of this mess of a culture of childish
Well, I'm still in this fandom;
I decided to give it another shot,
Because without the bitching and the clop
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
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
just some metaphors to make you feel betterso i may write aboutjust some metaphors to make you feel better2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how hot showers make me gasp for air
like a whore because it burns but
i don't do anything about it
and that might be a metaphor for
how i like to feel overwhelmed
or for how i prefer my skin in a hue of fried pink
instead of rotting yellow because it reminds me of
death and pain does
just the opposite
and also i may write about
how when i stare at the stars for too long
i start to lose focus and lights blur together
and that could be another metaphor
for how I like to feel hungry for what's out of reach
or how i like to feel lost in what i sense
or how i like to feel like I'm drowning
in air for no fucking reason
maybe you don't care much for metaphors
and comparing my toes to river stones will not
make you understand me anymore than
it helps me understand myself
artists tend to exaggerate things
and make them look grander
or more vile than they are
because they hate living in a world
where rain is water drops and not
your very own metaphor for life
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
FireIf life is a slow torture anyway,Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then it is a blessing to be,
From time to time,
Tortured by love
And if be consumed,
Let it be by fire
Tales of Tajii: Second TaleTales of Tajii: Second Tale3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Second Tale: What's in will someday be out.
Taij had been gone for approximately two hours when Tajina went out searching for him. It was only the second week that he'd been with her, but he'd begun venturing out on his own most times. Sometimes she would come home and see a small note posted on the fridge. Sometimes Taij left a witty comment, other times it was a simple "Check you later". Of course, the contents of the note depended on his mood. His mood in turn, was affected by his music. Yes, his music.
It had seemed strange to her at first that her character, Taij, had been wearing earphones when she hadn't ever given him any in the original story. Yet, when he'd come to life, they'd been placed right over his earsstrange thing was, it looked like they belonged there. What was even stranger than the earphones was his personality. In the story he'd been a quiet and somehow depressing character. Most of the times he'd been quite cynical and very aggressive; he had be
Her Most Persistent Suitor - Chapter 2 Come with me now, dear traveller! Let’s see the glowing building, filling the city with light as bright as day, despite the late hour. Take care not to be lost in the crowd of denizens, flocking to watch the brave few who dare take the test of the Royal Jester. Care for a pumpkin pie? They’re free today to all who come to watch the grand opening.Her Most Persistent Suitor - Chapter 21 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
Some individuals are more eager than others to enter the maze. Some have something to prove, others seek the treasures within, and a select few are here purely to gain the favor of the Royal Knight! No, not romantically! Didn’t you already learn she’s married?! Pay attention, watch and see for yourself what I mean…
The crowd is thick, and the voices blur together into one rolling noise. Some of the people gathered by the doorway look a bit overwhelmed by it all, some look excited and bounce around, and some remain calm and quiet. Soon they will enter
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
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
Hero x TigerThe banning of Hero/brineHero x Tiger5 months ago in Profiles More Like This
In the office, you could hear Notch's angry shouting at someone or something. Notch was scolding at the kneeling Herobrine for being loved.
"Herobrine, you know that you are a glitch, and you can't be loved! So, if I catch you dating a girl again, you will be banned forever!" yelled Notch.
Herobrine nodded sadly, with tears in his eyes.
"But Brother, Diamond loved me..." started Herobrine, but he was cut off.
"Diamond was a foolish girl to love you. That's why she was deserved to be removed from the game!" yelled Notch, his face turning red."Now, go and destroy something!"
Herobrine dragged himself out of the office, looking downcast. Until he saw me walking past, with my two thousand and twelve Minecon cape flowing in the wind, my long brown hair blowing. Herobrine looked up and instantly fell in love with me. I stopped and turned around, only to see a blushing Herobrine holding a red flower in his right hand, and his left hand was behind his back. I slowly s
One Hell of a Butler - Part 4One Hell of a Butler - Part 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Butler Cold
It was dark when I finally awoke.
Very dark for that matter.
In contrast to the morning, the night had turned nasty and I could hear a faint whistle of wind blowing through some random crevice, with the harsh hiss of rain battering against the balcony doors.
Propping myself up on one hand I found that I was no longer clothed, my body almost fully exposed if it had not been for my pair of undergarments. I would make a note to myself to punish Sebastian accordinly for both undressing me without my permission and allowing me to sleep in such a state.
Regardless of the weather, my body temperature was rather warm and I did not feel the chill in the room. In fact, considering the weather, I was extremely warm. Hot even. Even so, I tugged at the sheets under my duvet and wrapped them around myself allowing them to flop over my shoulders before pushing myself from the bed.
The material dragged along
I don't care when a celebrity diesI don't care when celebrities diesI don't care when a celebrity dies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I care that Whitney Houston dies?
Or Michael Jackson?
Sure they have made great music
I have never met them
They didn't die for a good cause
And they wouldn't care if I died tomorrow
So why should I care?
What about the hundred of soldiers dying for our country?
What about the starving children in Africa?
I would rather take a day of silence for them than hear about a celebrity's death.
I am not heartless
I just don't see the point
In caring of the death of someone society deemed 'important'
I will cry when a family member dies
Or when someone takes their own life
Or when a child dies
I won't cry when a celebrity dies
And I never will.
Society puts too much
On what they think is important
I just stopped caring.
The Life of AnimationThe Life of Animation5 years ago in Historical More Like This
"If this business was easy, it would be a sin."
-Hayao Miyazaki, Animerica Magazine. 1993
Animation is the youngest medium of art that mankind has created. Spanning barely over one hundred years, its history is as rich and dramatic as any other. Starting as the simple idea of an illusion of moving art by a couple clever innovators at Edison's film company in the early 1900's, it soon boomed into a mega-corporate commercial venture that employed thousands and captivated millions only decades later. It spread outside of America and took many different forms in many different countries and cultures. Today, the face of animation is very different than it ever was. Computers, corporate chokeholds and the death of the innovators of animation has left a doubtful future for the preservation of animation's defining age.
The 1910's saw the rise of animation as a serious medium and the first studios began to appear in the United States. Winsor McCay, a masterful draftsman and artist, had