OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and CompetitorsContents:OCT Guide: Hosts, Judges, and Competitors1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Qualities for a Good Host
-Qualities for a Good Judge
-Qualities for a Good Competitor
-General Tips for Running an OCT
-General Tips for Competing in an OCT
Believe it or not, being a host isn't as great as you might think. Being a judge is no better. Often times people create an OCT without putting forethought into what they're committing to, which is why so many OCTs usually end up abandoned or never getting off the ground.
Qualities for a Good Host
+While anyone can make a group and start up an OCT, here are a number of things you should consider before doing so.
-Time: Being a host requires having lots, and lots of free time. You may think that the biggest aspect of time is spent on judging, but that's far from truth. Hosts are constantly answering questions, making sure things are submitted to correct folders, posting updates, organizing events, planning, and dealing with members. The audition phase is by far the most taxing part of th
Typical Brony Leaving the FandomI'm leaving the pony fandom;Typical Brony Leaving the Fandom1 year 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
Resistance, PrologueResistanceResistance, Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Simply the thing I am, shall make me live."
Prologue: Lost in the Fire
Thrumming rain and thrashing leaves overwhelmed the usual silence of the mid-afternoon air. The library was dark, much too dark for anypony to see properly. The tall, book-filled rooms were usually flooded with sunlight, which on most days would pour through the great tree house's numerous windows and spill onto the floor like an overturned barrel of Sweet Apple cider. Today, however, there was no sun to be spiltat least none that could be seen by the unicorn filly that crept through the shelves of the library in search of a family treasure. Apparently, the building's resident dragon had not cared to light even a single candle.
The Pegasus ponies had set up a regular tempest, something that they had to do every so often when a scheduled drizzle was skipped. That seemed to happen quite frequently lately, though no pony was entirely sure why. Lightning arced across the sky, connecting with the
FoE: Broken SteelFoE: Broken Steel2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stable 88, a control Stable constructed by Stable-Tec over two hundred years ago to protect over five hundred ponies from a Mega Spell Disaster. It did its job, it saved those who made it into the Stable when the call came out, but it also sealed the fate of them all too. When the bombs fell and the giant steel door rolled into place and was driven in by the mechanical arm, it broke. No pony had ever found out what happened but they say that the vibrations from the bombs damaged a vital internal component that jammed the steel door's locking system in place, permanently sealing the Stable from the outside world.
For two hundred or so years the huge Stable continued life, everypony lived and died as the years passed. The Stable was supposed to house six hundred but when the door closed, only five hundred and fifty two made it in. Despite this, the Stable was said to house enough genetic diversity to allow the populace to live in the Stable for at
Adventures in Equestria Part 3Butterscotch's Adventures in Equestria Part 3 starring Butterscotch Sundae and some magical little ponies, including a certain Princess of the MoonAdventures in Equestria Part 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Together Pinkie and I hurried over the surface of the moon towards Luna's castle, the glittering golden sand puffing up with each step we took. We soon left the field of polished black glass behind us, but even so, the castle still seemed an awfully long distance away.
"I thought Princess Luna wasn't on the moon anymore," I said. "Did something happen between her and Princess Celestia again?"
"Oh, Princess Luna doesn't have to stay here, silly!" laughed Pinkie. "She just feels more comfy here than in Equestria." She brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered conspiratorially. "Just between you and me I think she's still a teeny bit embarrassed about that whole 'Nightmare Moon' thing!" When Pinkie said 'Nightmare Moon' her eyes went wide and her face was lit from below like that of an actor in a B-grade horror movie
Of Girls and CoilsBaily squirmed in her chair, wrapped from her mouth to her ankles in electric tape. At her request, Baily had a friend bind her up well with restricting tape. Trouble was, Baily didn't tell her friend to undo her later. So now Baily attempted to squeeze out of her bindings, although it was clearly hopeless. She couldn't deny that she was sort of enjoying it though...Of Girls and Coils4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Baily was a half-Indian young woman with an amazing dark complextion and a perfect curvy body. And she was also quite proud of her very generous chest, which stuck out proudly from her body, showing up as a large swelling from the tape. She grunted, her legs and arms bound tight under the strong tape. She looked very much like a mummy or a fly spun up in a spider's web.
She huffed, her chest raising and falling with the strain. But then she heard the door behind her creak open.
'About time she came back!' Baily thought, believing it to be her friend returning to release her. She made a muffled shout but there was no reply.
Peripeteia: ProlougeThe hole is open. The story begins.Peripeteia: Prolouge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky is dark over the Everfree forest. There are stars that shine in the air, but they do not glitter. They seem painted on, mainly for show. They seem slightly wrong. Even the moon, caught between half and crescent as it wanes in time and fades away, seems strangely artificial, with a shape too bulky, and craters too big.
The Everfree forest seems natural enough, darkened to near blackness as it is, but it is strangely without sound. There is wind, as it blows at Force Three or Four, tugging at every branch and leaf, whistling as they undulate in the breeze. But the animals are absent. Nature seems silenced. As if all that grew, moved, thought and ate were at some secret place of worship. Or if they had fled from some great, powerful force of destruction.
A few leaves individually flit between the trees. Was that a rabbit, darting behind the tree? The grass bends and sways.
Then comes the step. Water parts and leaps, in the wake of the ste
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 4Part Four: Ponies Don't Fear The ReaperTwilight's Best Friend: Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight sat at the bottom of that dark pit cradling Dewdrop's body for what seemed like an eternity, though it couldn't have been longer than a few seconds. She shook constantly, sobbing into Dewdrop's matted, dusty hair.
"You stupid, silly pony" she whispered hoarsely to Dewdrop as she held her in her hooves, though she wasn't sure if she'd aimed that at Dewdrop or herself. Her head was awash with angry, guilty thoughts, her stomach was a boiling maelstrom and she wanted to be sick.
"There's no such thing as 'evil'" Princess Luna had once told her. "No pony gets up one morning and decides that they're going to go out and do bad things. They do bad things thinking that they're the most reasonable and logical reactions to a situation." Was it true? Had Twilight really gone too far? Was it more than just a terrible accident?
Not even Princess Luna in her darkest of hours had ever killed another pony. It was unheard of. Inconceivable.
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 3Part Three: Dewdrop Dazzle Must Die!Twilight's Best Friend: Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight had woken early the next morning just as the sun was rising. She had managed to sneak out of the house without Dewdrop waking up, or so she had hoped. Ponyville looked beautiful as the sun reflected off the glistening water left from last night's storm, but Twilight had no time to appreciate it. She was on a mission.
Carefully making sure she wasn't followed, Twilight had trekked to the far outskirts of Ponyville, to a mountainous, treacherous region just outside of the Whitetail Woods known locally as the 'Rocky Mountains' despite technically being a collection of rocky hills. Ponies generally never ventured this far out there was nothing interesting for miles save for craggy rocky spires and stony mounds where nothing would grow. It was here that she lifted the spade she had brought and began digging.
The ground was hard, and even though Twilight was using her magic to lift the spade, it still took a good few hours until she
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 2Part Two: The Sincerest Form of FlatteryTwilight's Best Friend: Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Much to Twilight's chagrin, Dewdrop Dazzle was not gone the next day. Nor the next. Not even the next. The new arrival had divided her time between constantly following Twilight about with a constant barrage of questions; and vanishing off into Ponyville without a word. Despite the peace and quiet, Twilight had found Dewdrop's absences to be even more worrying than when she was hanging about the house.
This was one such moment. Dewdrop had skipped out of the house at the earliest possible moment, not that Twilight had complained. However, the thought of what the strange blue pony could be up to had been gnawing away at Twilight's mind, and so she eventually decided to venture into the town to track down her 'guest'.
The sky was still littered with grey clouds, but patches of blue was breaking through, and the air was fresh and crisp as Twilight wandered through Ponyville. Dewdrop was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 1Part One: Strangers in the NightTwilight's Best Friend: Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight Sparkle buried her head in her book as she tried to concentrate, shutting out the crashing of the torrential rain and the wailing of the wind outside her house. Try as she might however, she couldn't shut out the wailing that was going on inside.
"But Twilight!" Spike moaned, tugging at her shoulder. "You said you'd read me a bedtime ghost story! That was an hour ago!"
Twilight rolled her eyes and slammed shut the archaeology textbook she'd been studying. "Fine Spike, fine!" she huffed, trotting over to the pesky dragon and opening the tattered book he had been clutching in his paws. "But if you get scared again, I'm not staying up all night making it better!"
Spike frowned. "But Twilight, that WAS a scary story! I mean, it was a VERY hungry caterpillar! The book even had HOLES in it!" He trembled again, eyes darting round the room as if a caterpillar would lurch out of the shadows at him.
Twilight gave a long, protracted sigh and
Wrestling and WrappingSusan smiled, getting into her sweat shorts and orange tank top, eager to begin what she wanted to do for a long time. A new sport had come out a year or two ago that involved wrestling with, and wearing down, large constrictor snakes. The smallest allowed were boa constrictors, but there was no such thing as 'too big' so far in wrestling matches. Susan had tried to get into the sport professionally, but the pigs in charge said that she had a limitation. She was too light to wrestle. Weight minimum for the pro's was 130 pounds. Susan was 114. Perhaps the first time a woman wanted to be heavier! Susan planned to show them though. She had been asked by a friend to babysit a certain Burmese python pet while her friend was out of town. Susan was only too happy to agree, having a plan in mind.Wrestling and Wrapping4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Okay Brutus, ready for wrestling?" the busty late teen asked, flicking some of her black hair behind her ear. Brutus was a very large and heavy Burmese python, weighing 238 pounds and was 23 feet lon
Dead Can DanceAliyah eyed the reticulated python curled up in cage in the corner of her room nervously; nervous because this was her first attempt at snake dancing, nervous because she'd heard the stories of how bad it could go, but most of all nervous because she could have sworn the massive constrictor was eyeing her back. Its gaze sent shivers down her spine.Dead Can Dance3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She'd been belly dancing for seven years now, and at the encouragement of a friend, had decided to one day try working a snake into her routine. That day had come when she'd seen this particular python for sale. The thing was practically being given away, and sure she would never see a deal like that again, Aliyah bought it without hesitation. She still remained slightly apprehensive however. The whole thing seemed just a little too good to be true. Not to mention she was alone in the studio, but that was her own doing. Though a professional belly dancer, Aliyah rem
Meet'n SleepWhere am I?!; is the first thing that goes through your mind after you've opened your eyes.Meet'n Sleep3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're surrounded by huge trees and thick, green bushes. You blink perplexed, aren't you supposed to be [insert former whereabouts and occupation here] and now you're in this vast jungle, for that is what you have confirmed.
You can hear the sounds of distant and nearby animals, the rustling of plants on the ground and leafs high above your head. And then the heat hits you. It is a dry heat that makes it hard to breath for the first few seconds. The air seems to be thick around these parts, almost like you can cut it with a knife but you have no knife with you. In fact, all you are wearing is [insert sparse clothing here].
How the hell did this happen?!
You are confused, but strangely not afraid. There has to be an explanation why you're here.
After some more wondering inspection of your new environment you decide that there is no point in just standing around. Driven by curiosity you start
Beauty and BestalityHinata rested on a towel on a Brazilian beach, sunglasses masking her eyes from the sun. Her smooth and slender body was clad in only a revealing black bikini that matched her dark hair. She was attempting to get more sun to increase her tan. She chose this secluded spot specifically, so as to elude any prying eyes of prowling males. She had succeeded, for human males at least.Beauty and Bestality4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
In the murky nearby water there was a tiny pair of beady eyes, hardly dicernable from the other flotsom in the water. But just beneath those two eyes was the body of a simply massive male anaconda. It was now in the process of stalking young Hinata as a tasty meal. She seemed quite preoccupied with whatever it was she was doing, and therefore would be easy to sneak up on.
Slowly and surely, with patience needed for such an efficient predator, the anaconda slithered up onto the land and headed towards Hinata without making even a hint of a sound.
Within minutes, the huge anaconda was right next to Hinata, who had
Melody of HypnosisDeep in the jungles of India was a particularly beautiful lake with clear and well temperatured water. This naturally attracted animals there, but most either left, or were never seen again. This was because Kaa had taken residence there. Kaa was widely accepted as the most dangerous predator in the jungle, only rivaled by Shere Khan, and even then many would rather deal with the tiger than Kaa. There was good reason for this. Kaa was now almost 60 feet long and 2 feet thick at his widest, and all muscle. He could easily crush the life out of any victim he pleased, even the might Indian elephant that dwelled in the jungles. His camoflauge and stealth made him very difficult to find, and most creatures didn't even know he was around. He was surprisingly mobile for his size. Kaa could easily travel over even and rugged ground, swim very quickly through water and climb any tree. In short, no animal could hide from his hunger. But perhaps his most potent ability was his hypnosis. With onlyMelody of Hypnosis4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Scaly TemptationSamantha looked through the glass of the door window at the massive female tiger reticulated python named Gorgeous. And gorgeous she was. Gorgeous was 32 feet long from the tip of her snout to the tip of her tail. Despite her sluggish look, Gorgeous was all muscle and scale. She posessed great bulk, her total body weight reaching over 300 pounds of pure muscle. A truly beautiful specimen of serpent.Scaly Temptation4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Even more so to Samantha. Ever since she was a child Samantha had loved the feel of snake scales. She had owned several small snakes throughout her life, but she never had anything big enough to even have wrap around her waist as she would greatly like. But now it was her lucky day. It was Samantha's third day working at the zoo and each day she had wanted to handle Gorgeous. But it wasn't in her department, so she wasn't allowed to work with her. However, Samantha had volounteered to work the night shift when there weren't any visitors around so she could perform maintenance and other nigh
How to Feed a SnakeI opened my eyes slowly. The sun was shining though the vertical slits in my blinds. I could still feel the enormous snake lying on my belly, where she was when I had fallen asleep, but she was moving around now, awake. I sighed contently. It was around nine o'clock in the morning and I had just gotten a great night's sleep with my slithery friend.How to Feed a Snake3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good morning, Miles," she cooed in my ear. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She giggled. I loved to snuggle her in the morning.
"Good morning, Tia," I replied with a yawn.
"Do you know what time it is, Miles?" she asked me. I could tell she was excited about something.
"No," I replied sleepily, rolling over. "What time is it?"
"Breakfast time," she said with a grin. "C'mon, Miles! Get up!" I knew she must have something planned.
I groaned as I slid my feet off the edge of the bed and sat up.
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
A Hitchhikers Guide to TwazisSPECIAL ESSAY AHEADA Hitchhikers Guide to Twazis4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Okay, today's special essay is about those crazy kooky fans of the Twilight "Saga". Anyone who knows me even remotely well knows that I am highly opposed to the Twilight series for many reasons, the writing style and the characters being examples. While I'm saving the next essay to detail what I find wrong with the series, this essay will be purely devoted to getting the word around about the violent Twilight fans. Yes, the bad ones.
If you happen to be a Twilight fan that may fall under the category of Twazi, or you simply have no humor or no patience for those who oppose the series, I advise you stop reading right here. Seriously, what I'm going to say is probably going to piss some people off anyway. It always does.
Okay, now that everyone has ignored that message, we can straight down to the nitty-gritty. I am going to post each subject as I approach it, so you can keep up. This is going to be long, so grab a slice of cak
Dragon's Eye Sneek PeekIt was 10 oclock at night at the Toddson residence. Crickets were chirping cheerfully in the warm summer air, quietly playing their soft, familiar tune. A cool night breeze occasionally blew past, ruffling the leaves on the trees for a moment before continuing on its way. A golden retriever sniffed about, looking for some small furry animal to harass. Inside the faded white farmhouse around which all this was happening, a sleepy Maddy Toddson was watching TV.Dragon's Eye Sneek Peek5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
While her eyes were glued to the screen, she absent-mindedly fingered the pendent around her neck. She felt the cold silver of the necklace rub across her fingertips; a stark contrast to the strangely warm gem trapped beneath the cage of silver. The gem was about an inch around, and seemed to contain all the colors of the rainbow, and yet have no color at all. She had received it from her grandfather for her birthday; there w
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
When your hands can mimic birdsWhen your hands can mimic birds,When your hands can mimic birds1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you lose the need for sound.
A flight of words that bear no chirp
are none the less profound.
They don't perch on a pitch.
They don't possess the need .
They fly until you've seen their song,
then silently recede.
No one could find more freedom than
the freedom granted flight.
No one can see more beauty than in
words passed left to right.