Didn't mean to scare you, oops(Requested by Dekler :3)Didn't mean to scare you, oops3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She opened her eyes, and saw that the Enderman had backed away slightly, and was now holding out a hand to help her up. The blond stared. What... Why on earth? In utter confusion, she grabbed it's hand and let out a yelp as it hoisted her to her feet with ease and held out the diamond block she'd abandoned when she'd run away. But why? Fleet tilted her head and took the block, looking into the Enderman's eyes. It stared back and seemed to quiver a little, but it could still move. Why? Just... Why?
The answer was because it liked those big bright blue eyes, and the shiny hair. The Enderman wondered whether or not the hair was soft. Fleet didn't understand why it was staring at her hair... Did it want to pet her or someth- Her question was answered as it raised it's hand to her head and ran it through her short hair. It sent a small shock through her, jolting her body. It was indeed soft, and the Enderman could detect a
Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som
Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"Lost and Found2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
EndermanAs the young blond traced small details onto her map, she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. For early fall, it sure was hot... Or perhaps that was just the heat of the furnace getting to her? Sighing, Fleet dropped her quill and stood up, dragging her hand through her short, fluffy hair. The day had been long, and the evidence of this was all over her body- Dirty clothes, a small smudge of coal dust on her left cheek... Not to mention the fact that her hands were stained with ink. But all the dirt, all of that dust had been worth it. It was always worth it. Sitting back down again, she didn't even notice the sun setting as she her mind floated in the lala land that most refer to as reverie. Nor did she notice the tall shadow striding towards her house, a diamond block in hand.Enderman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, Fleet was far too lost in her thoughts to even realize that she'd left the door open. Too busy thinking about how she dove down into that cave everyday, and always hauled back such a huge load. Today was th
Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to MadnessI hope you enjoy the little gift I left behind. I'd love to see your face right now as you receive it. Your blood must be boiling over, your heart racing for the horror your eyes have witnessed, your mind flooding with adrenaline to come after me. All that drive and resolve drowning that constant stoic and brooding stare. Oh, how I'd love to be standing right in front of you to witness the reaction to my present. But alas, my attention is needed elsewhere. That idiot Harley Quinn of mine cannot function properly without my lead. But don't you fret my dear Dark Knight, by the time you finished reading this I'll be waiting for you. I will be waiting on the rooftops of Gotham; they will function as our stage. The scarce stars and moon hanging over the light polluted pestilent city will be our spotlight. Join me darling for another dance in our magnificent play. I'll be waiting, I always am.Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to Madness1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Batman crumpled the note in his black gloved clutches and threw it angrily at the gr
Only You. Chapter 1Only YouOnly You. Chapter 19 months ago in Emotional More Like This
"Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
can thrill me like you do
and fill my heart with love for only you
Only you can make this change in me
for it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you
Only you can make this change in me
for it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you..."
Batman broke down as he stopped the last missed call he received from Joker.
It all happened so quickly. Why did he have to make things so difficult for himself all the time?
"If he just calmed down and let me help him for once, then he might still be here.."
Bruce trailed off, staring blankly at his hands, the image of the limp body of the pale faced man was still in his mind. How he just lied there in his arms. Dead. How could he feel this way, towards someone w
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.
FoE: Broken SteelFoE: Broken Steel3 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
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
Peripeteia: ProlougeThe hole is open. The story begins.Peripeteia: Prolouge3 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
Meet'n SleepWhere am I?!; is the first thing that goes through your mind after you've opened your eyes.Meet'n Sleep4 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
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 Wrapping5 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
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 Coils5 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.
Resistance, Chapter OneResistanceResistance, Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"See now the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire."
Chapter One: Twenty Years Later
Winter came early that year, bringing with it a piercing and frigid wind. The cold ate through anypony caught in its path, and even Daylight's thick wool sweater did little to hold back the chill.
In an effort to be as quiet as possible, she had used her magic to open the front door of her house before carefully stepping out into the darkness, and managed to shut it behind her with naught but a barely audible squeak. With any luck it would not disturb her Aunt, who was curled up in her bed with the deep sleep only elderly and very young ponies could really manage.
Daylight breathed a sigh of relief as she relished the relative safety of the open night. She had spent a great deal of time memorizing the layout of the house she and her Aunt Applejack had always (as far as she could remember, anyway) shared so that she could navigate in pitch darkness. Any l
Snow-girlShe is ice-cold, my snow-girl. Ice-cold, and snow-white, as beautiful as the frost-rimed spiderswebs lacing our tree. Ice-cold.Snow-girl1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wrapped her in my coat - see? - but still she holds the Winter in her heart, clings to the ice and the snow and the frost and the steel-surgical-blue of the sky, blue as her eyes (roll back her eyelids, see for yourself. As blue as betrayal, my snow-girl's eyes), and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my asking.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck three times (you see? Three. Three is lucky. Three threes is magic, but my scarf is not that long), but still she holds the ice and the snow and the frost at the heart of her and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my pleading.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck, and I covered her feet (you see? Such tiny feet, my snow-girl has. So small. Like doll's feet, china-white), but still she holds the Winter in the heart of her, and she will not wake and
On VoreI have uploaded two new essays on vore:On Vore9 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Premature Birth = Vore Love?
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Welcome to my essay on the very diverse and unusual subject of vore. If you are reading this out of curiosity or to learn more about vore, then you've come to the right place. If you are here because you do not understand vore, then I would encourage you to read the entire essay, as you will likely learn quite a bit. Regardless of how you found the essay or your reason for reading, I would love to hear your feedback, so please feel free to post a comment - after you have read the essay in it's entirety.
Well, first off, what exactly is vore? At its barest minimum, vore is a fascination with the idea of
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley5 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 Twazis5 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
Who are you?Why should I believe that I don't see?Who are you?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why should I care if you don't agree with me?
Why should I accept things I don't like?
Why should I love everything you do?
Why can't I believe in what I don't see?
Why can't I care for what you say?
Why can't I accept things that we can't agree?
Why can;t I love the things that goes between us?
I chose to believe what I don't see.
Not because I'm an idiot,
Because I want to put faith into something,
other then myself.
Why should I care what you have to say if you don't care for me?
But I chose to care even if I don't want to.
Why can't you accept that not everyone is like you!
Who cares if people don't like a certain thing?
Who cares if one is fat or one is thin?
Who cares if one is a homophobic or one that supports?
Who cares if one is happy or sad?
Who gives? Who cares? Who are you in my life?
Who cares! We're all are human,
and we see different perspectives.
Sooner or later your going to find
someone you hate,
and I w
Recollections~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Recollections3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Princess Luna sat by her sister in a reserved silence as the royal guard pegasi pulled their carriage up towards the shining white and gold towers of Canterlot. Luna gazed up at the capitol city, a blank expression dominating her face. 'Well, I'm here,' she thought. 'After a thousand years, I'm finally here.'
As the royal carriage passed through the intricate city gates, a group of young fillies smiled and bowed. Celestia gave a slight wave, acknowleding the fillies' respect, and once more the carriage was off, heading for the palace.
'My sister's subjects... No, our subjects,' she reminded herself. 'My, this is going to take a while to get used to again... What if they don't like me?'
"Are you excited?"
"Whu- Sister?," Luna breathed.
Celestia was looking down at her with an affectionate smile. "I said, are you excited? I know it must be nice to return to Equestr
Only You Chapter 6"Jack?" Bruce called out.Only You Chapter 69 months ago in Emotional More Like This
"Yeah?" Jack's voice echoed.
"I need you to come with me, I have something to show you."
A moment passed.
"Right yo." Came the short reply as jack came out of the library.
They made their way into an elevator, which proceeded down into the caves underneath Wayne Manor.
When they arrived, jack knew exactly where he was.
"Ah, the legendary Batcave," he exclaimed, arms raised. "It's so much bigger than I expected." He teased
Bruce shook his head. Jack was sounding more like Joker every second. It was driving him crazy, or maybe he had gone crazy years ago.
Jack continued his taunting. "Playboy millionaire by day, Batman by night."
When the elevator came to a halt jack leapt out and waltzed around the cave, cooing at all the fancy equipment Bruce had Lucius create down in the warehouse. It was secretly funded against Wayne incorporations wishes but that just made it even more fun to do.
After Bruce had given a tour of the entire Batcave, Jack sudd
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
When your hands can mimic birdsWhen your hands can mimic birds,When your hands can mimic birds2 years 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.
Stream of Consciousness Skit 1Stream of Consciousness Skit 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting on the porch, wrapped in a warm electric blanket, buzzing faintly
Snowy fields as far as the eye can see
In my mitten coated hands I sip some warm cocoa and lay back in my rocking chair
And just lazily stare at the falling snowflakes
A breeze rolls in gets a little cold as some powdery debris fondles my bare scalp, rushing by my face
As it passes I take a deep breath, the cool crisp air filling my lungs,bringing me new life
Then exhale as a puff of condensed air escapes my lips, and then dissipates
Silence fills the porch as the wind dies down, only my blanket and chair can faintly be heard
Then I close my eyes again
And never awaken