Wonderbolt Academy told entirely in rhyme.To start out this one they're enjoying a meal,Wonderbolt Academy told entirely in rhyme.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
while Pinkie hops around with no shortage of zeal.
They take the time to spout some exposition,
as they all await Rainbow Dash's admission.
To the Wonderbolts Academy she has applied,
and we hear how she's awesome before an answer they provide.
At first she reports that she's been rejected,
before revealing the lie and saying she's been selected!
RD soon leaves to the Wonderbolt unknown,
and Pinkie calls out with a giant megaphone.
After the op'ning we look to the skies,
where into the camp Rainbow Dash now flies.
The new recruits end up all forming a line,
before Spitfire does her best to get them to resign.
She goes up to Rainbow and implies that she'll quit,
RD refutes her; to this she'll commit.
Back to Spitfire the final pony in the line snaps,
and to prove herself they all do five hundred laps.
Rainbow begins racing this new pegasi,
and their race to 500 ends in a tie.
The duo land and Spitfire commends,
leading the pair to become ra
Sleepless in Ponyville told entirely in rhyme.Again we start out in good ol' Ponyville,Sleepless in Ponyville told entirely in rhyme.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As Scoots on her scooter displays her great skill.
She's flying through the town at a breakneck speed,
and it seems with every trick she'll certainly succeed.
She hits a wagon and through the air she goes soaring,
When she's joined by the one she's always adoring.
Rainbow Dash tells her of this she approves,
and that Scootaloo possesses some pretty sweet moves.
Scoots is shocked and in mid air she stops,
Did RD really just give her props?
She falls into hay but that doesn't matter,
For right now that compliment was enough to flatter.
She goes back to the clubhouse where checkers are being played,
and tells the two others over her exciting escapade.
She tells them both of her sisterly hope,
But with reality they force Scoots to then cope.
Apple Bloom invites her to go camping with AppleJack,
Scoots agrees but she will need to go home and pack.
Sweetie becomes sad for she's not invited,
But upon being asked she becomes rather excited.
Fly AwayFly Away4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scootaloo groaned and pulled her pillow over her head.
Scootaloo let out a sigh and pushed her pillow aside, turning her head to look out her window. The sun had barely risen over the trees of Sweet Apple Acres. Dawn must've been within the last hour.
"Every Morning... Confound those Apples."
She chuckled and rubbed at her eyes. She really shouldn't be complaining. Apple Bloom and her family had taken her in and cared for her like she was kin over the years; they had even allowed her to build a cloud house over their property once she was old enough to want the privacy.
Scootaloo rolled out of her bed, stretching her legs after she landed on the "floor" of her bedroom. The Apples were awesome ponies she thought to herself as she walked over to her shower room, and the closest thing she had to a family. Scootaloo walked into her wash room and pressed a small cloud that seemed out of place into the wall. Instantly it began to rain throughout the small room. She
My Chemical RomanceI sit here, crying, clutching onto something that’s no longer there. I’m waiting for that same voice telling me “Hey, it’s okay, we’re here. We always will be.” I still have your memory, but you’re not there. I’m alone and I’m bleeding, and nothing feels the same. I hear your voice, but it’s a recording. It sounds artificial. Cause you’re gone.My Chemical Romance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes and hope it’s a dream. Hope it’s all a sick joke. Still waiting for that reassuring smile and Listen to us. You’ll be okay, we promise.
I keep waiting.
You’re not coming back, are you?
You left me with a memory and something to hold on to but it’s undoubtedly different.
It sounds aged and ragged. I wish I could clutch onto you, and you could clutch back and wish me well, like you used to.
But it’s gone. The feeling of warmth has disappeared and my chest is empty.
The only reason I’m still
The Hex Girls Chapter 1The Hex Girls Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Hex Girls
------Jenna Santiago's Garage, Friday afternoon------
The garage door was closed, you could still hear the pounding from the drums. Three girls where inside rehearsing for the upcoming Halloween Carnival. This group of girls called themselves the Hex Girls; Gwen Tennyson was the lead singer and played garter, Jenna played the drums, and Stella played the keyboard.
There was a reasoning behind the name of this band. All three girls had a tie to magic. Gwen, an anodite, and Jenna and Stella wiccans. Jenna and Stella were the only other people besides Gwen parents and the plumbers that knew of Gwen's powers. This made them even closer friends.
"Alright guys. I just got a text from Fletcher. He said the stage is up and that we can go set up and rehearse there." Jenna said sliding her phone back in her pocket.
"Cool. Let me just tell Kevin. So he doesn't come here to pick me up." Gwen took out her phone and slide it so the keyboard showed.
"How are you too?" Stella
Temptation Angela x ReaderTemptation Angela x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
For the last six days you hadn't been able to shake the terrifying feeling that someone, or something had been watching you. It sounded crazy and paranoid, but everywhere you went you felt like someone's eyes were boring into your skull. Though this feeling was anything but pleasant, you refused to let it get to you. You were sure, that in time, things would go back to normal. Until then, you would have to grin and bear it. That was an extra difficult task today. It was unbelievably cold, raining, windy and the skies over head were pitch black. Adding to your misery, was the fact that you were outside, walking home from work. “If today isn't absolutely miserable, I don't know what is. People shouldn't have to work in this kind of weather. They might get hurt.”
Talking to yourself when alone was just another way you tried to ignore the constant feeling of being watched. Most days it helped you calm down, but today it seemed to do you little good a
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #52, 53, 54!Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #52, 53, 54!3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
#52) Why do bronies feel the need to create so many gay shippings? It's weird.
Answer: Bronies make lesbian shippings because the bulk of the cast of "Friendship is Magic" are female, and bronies like to pair characters up. The idea is in itself nothing new, but ponies do seem to take things to the next level.
"I'm an Apple-Dash fan!" one person cries.
"That sucks," says another. "Pinkie-Shy is best shipping!"
On the one hand it's relatively harmless if people are just pairing the characters up for shits and giggles. When it gets porn-y you have to wonder why people are so obsessed with making these ponies fuck each other. It's a given that people will ship characters, but that doesn't make it any more necessary or purposeful. I'll never forget one hilarious instance where a brony made a comment on a person's DA page who was a big supporter of Soarin and Rainbow Dash shipping. They said that their shipping idea was 'shit'. Curious, I checked out the attacker's page
Peace in Chaos Chapter 1Peace in Chaos Chapter 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hello everyone, ChaoticYume here!
This is my very first fanfiction that I’ve been working on for quite some time now.
It is a MLP:FiM fanfiction (only that instead of ponies, they’re human). *Canterlot voice* THIS IS A CELESTIA X DISCORD FANFICTION!! THOU HAST BEEN WARNED!!
I’ll try to update once a week. Please enjoy~~
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic © Hasbro
After a long day, princess Celestia retreated to her most appreciated sanctum – her bedroom. Today wasn’t an easy day, in fact, everyday as the princess of Equestria was hard, always taking a toll on her even if she would never admit it, for she was the princess that the people needed and as long as that fact remained, she would forever hear their call.
With princess’s Luna return however, her labor would soon diminish. Her sister showed quite the enthusiasm to share the labor, an act that made her chuckle at the time. She knew her y
Kuroshitsuji - Beautiful WeatherDespite his usual zest Grell hated London's rainy days. The weather was dreary, colourless, and its damp temperatures chilled the shinigami—a self-proclaimed fashionista who rarely wore practical clothing for even the finest of days. He had long since tossed his red umbrella after the wind had turned it inside-out. With no further protection, the rain was at liberty to assault the scarlet hair in which Grell took tremendous pride.Kuroshitsuji - Beautiful Weather9 months ago in Romance More Like This
Adding to the grim reaper's chagrin, a passing carriage had the audacity to splash a muddy puddle over the sidewalk that Grell had the misfortune of traversing. Worst of all, the redhead's muddied spectacles prevented Grell from catching the driver's face so he could condemn the louse to his to-die list.
To hell with the driver; every human got his due eventually, and shinigami knew that better than anyone. Right now, Grell just wanted to finish today's last assignment so he could return to his toasty, dry flat in the shinigami world. Alas, Grell's next
Hex BoysI tugged at the sleeves of his black turtleneck nervously. The lights by the stage were flashing different colors, and fog was dripping of it most likely caused by machines. Honestly I had never been to a concert before, but my cousin Sora dragged me to one, because it was his favorite band. I knew that he had a crush on the drummer though. The band consisted of a drummer, a lead singer/guiatist, and a keyboardian? What do you call those people who play keyboards anyway? Sora was jumping up and down next to me screaming just like all the other fans. The band was called the Hex Boys or something gay like that.Hex Boys6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Finally the band walked onto the stage the guy who played the keyboard was blonde with a mullet type thing, blue-green eyes, and wearing blue jeans and a blue sleevless top. The drummer had long silver hair drawn back into a ponytail, sea-green eyes, and was wearing black jeans and no shirt. When I got a look at the lead singer my heart skipped a beat- cliche I know, but it really
Messing with Cleverbot-Plu-pluUser: Woof!Messing with Cleverbot-Plu-plu4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Cleverbot: Is bucket your dog?
User: *chases you*WOOF!
Cleverbot: *runs away*.
User: WOOF WOOF WOOF!*still chasing you*.
Cleverbot: What do I look like?
User: Woof!*jumps on you*.
User: *licks your face*Woof :3.
User: *chases after you.*WOOF!
Cleverbot: *hides under bed*.
User: *dives uner the bed with you*woof.
Cleverbot: *grabs you by the foot*.
User: *licks your hand*.
Cleverbot: *holds your hand*.
Cleverbot: *wonders why you are a dog*.
User: Woof!*licks your cheek*.
Cleverbot: *hoes in house*.
User: Woof!*jumps on you*WOOF!
Cleverbot: *tosses off* So you are going to call me the Terminator then?
User: Woof?Woof.*Sits next to you.*.
Cleverbot: You are quite cute for a human.
Cleverbot: Bad kitty!
User: WOOF!*Bits your leg*.
Cleverbot: Bark, bark.
La Lluvia de Sangre y el Mago OscuroLa Lluvia de Sangre y el Mago Oscuro3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
¿La Lluvia de Sangre le dejaría pasar? Incluso él, el mago oscuro más viejo de todo el planeta, no conocía la respuesta.
Quería más poder, siempre lo hacía y sabía que el Poder Absoluto le esperara después de esa barrera.
Siempre había creído, como muchos antes que él, que si era cierto lo que decían las profecías y la barrera de la Lluvia de Sangre guardaba el Poder Absoluto detrás, entonces ningún poder existente en el mundo podría atravesarla, puesto que su fuerza sería también absoluta.
Pero él había sobrevivido a treinta cataclismos de poder (12 de ellos provocados por él mismo) y había descubierto que esa creencia era falsa. La barrera era muy fuerte, sí, pero no absoluta.
Lentamente, comenzó a formular la magia que rompería la Lluvia de Sangre para siempre. El remolino de color rojo, fruto de las aberrantes magias que crearon el Poder Absoluto, s
Marisa Meets SamanthaIt's a great omen when the setting starts out during a thunderstorm in Ponyville right? Well this happens to take place during that time. There weren't many ponies walking around the town. Most of the unicorns levitated umbrellas, most of the Pegasi were keeping the weather the way it was scheduled to be, and most of the earth ponies just ran around in the rain trying to find shelter. One of these ponies, a pegasus by the name of Marisa Ponygal sighed underneath her light blue polka dotted umbrella. She was pretty bored and the weather ruined her chances to play with her friends today. It practically bummed her out.Marisa Meets Samantha8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aww dang it," she complained to nobody in particular, "There's nothing to do....oh well I might as well head home." As she was thinking of that, her stomach gurgled and physically rippled her belly. "Oh man...I shouldn't have put so much hot sauce in that.." She grunted, trying to clench her plotcheeks and hurry home. She started trotting pretty quickly, eyes shut trying t
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven AngelaBlack Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Angela1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“I say it's just about time we let another one of these stunning young men have a turn. It's completely unfair how many more men there are here than women. While I like being surrounded by so many handsome men, all of them will never get a turn of their own.” Grell dropped down onto the seat next to you, and dramatically swooned onto your lap. “That is why, I will be your partner.” A wide, almost menacing grin covered his face as he wrapped his arms around you. “Trust me, I'm more of a woman than most of the girls here.”
Trying not to be rude, you uncomfortably stood up from your seat, causing his head to drop onto the couch and made your way over to the purse. “Thank you Grell, but I think I'm going to take my chances with one of the other girls here.” Ignoring the stunned, hurt look on Grell's face, you reached into the purse and pulled out a white bonnet laced in light purple ribbons. “I've got what I t
L's CookbookL's Cookbook4 years ago in Humor More Like This
I am L. I have decided to write my own personal cookbook. Watari says that this is not a good idea. Watari says that I cannot cook and that any recipe I come up with will be very distasteful to someone else. I disagree with Watari. Thus, I am writing this.
What to Feed to Someone to Make Them Like You
The Love Cookie
I have never made a cookie before. Watari always does it for me, as I am often too busy solving cases to do it myself. Though, I assure you, I am positive I will be able to teach you how to make an exceptional cookie.
Alright first, get a big bowl. Pour 1 cup of water into the bowl. Then, drop in 1 full stick of butter.
I just tried to smash the cold butter that I dropped in the pot. It didn't work, so the next step is to microwave the butter in the microwave to melt it. Microwave until the butter boils. Then, take the bowl out of the microwave and stir it.
The next step (and most fun step) is to add 10 cups of sugar into the mixture. Be sure to stir it really w
TattletaleTattletaleTattletale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Mad as a March Hare,"; they say of me.
But all I have is a rabbit, a white white rabbit,
hoppity rabbit, bloody little rabbit,
claret and garnet, I could eat him and wear him,
rings around my fingers and bloody rings around my mouth.
I could ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross.
But there are no paths in this mad forest
just a bloated cat whose face floats like a moon but sheds no light.
The only luminosity is the blood on my skin.
I was once so pale, virginal and void
until he touched me maddened by mercury,
silvery beads, pewter rain.
Is that why I am so confused, his grubby fingers and white white paws?
But I can't say anything, little tattletales burn.
If I tried to speak my tongue would split,
my eyes would fossilized, hard as turtle shells.
"Drink me"; the bottle said, bitter taste, raw almonds.
But it promised oblivion from my mad hatter father,
black felt around my ankles, my wrists and my neck.
The old ghost story, untie the black choker,
then a flinch then a splatte
Thorn, the Hex GirlLong raven hair,Thorn, the Hex Girl8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Falling down her back,
Swaying as the dance continues.
Black satin dress,
Accented with deep crimson,
Hugging her form.
Dark ruby gloves
Glowing like twin flames,
Haloing her dress.
Long red sash,
Glistening in the light,
Holding her shoulders.
Deep sapphire eyes
Watching all who see
While she sings.
The Hex Girl
Queen of the song
Jewel of the night.
Death Note- Blank Space Taylor Swift ParodyNice to see youDeath Note- Blank Space Taylor Swift Parody5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What’s your name?
You’re in jail for a thousand things
Murder, creeping, taking kids
Saw you there and I thought
Hey, Ryuk, look at that face
This looks like his last mistake
Death's a game; want to play?
Sharpened pencil, filled-up page
I can write faster than they die
It’s the endgame, L is caged
He’ll never know the deed is mine
So, hey, show me your name
Kira’s rising straight to fame
I’ll grab my pencil, chip in hand
‘Cause I can make the bad guys gone by the weekend
So it’s gonna be by hanging?
Or maybe by a truck accident
Count to 40 and it’s ending
You’re lucky it’s not disfigurement
Got a long list of dead people
While all L does is eat cake
‘Cause he knows I’m too smart for him
We’re just not the same
‘Cause I’m young and attractive
I’ll deceive you with my charm
It’ll only take a match and
You’ll burn without regard
Got a long list of dead people
An Otherkin EssayWhy are otherkin born? To Guard? Humans do that as well, in military, and in home. there is nothing that guards more than a young mother and her child. We as otherkin are so sure of our identities, are we not? We are what we are, and once we reach a certain stage, we do not question that, eh? You are a sidhe, though you search for memories and such, that does not change. You are a dragon, though you seek details, that does not change. Your race, though you are human, is a certainly from which you do not leave. One finds one, and four are found. A human finds another human, and they are both different, they are both kin. So two more are born, flesh of your flesh, mind of your mind, a foreign creation that you wake within yourself like a ravening beast in your bowels.An Otherkin Essay12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why are we different, what makes a soul something other than human? Is a soul truly intangible, or is it that a soul is so multi-faceted, it is impossible to pinpoint it's creation? If the soul of a human is so easily put a
Just Say It To My FaceJust Say It To My Face2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just Say It To My Face
Just tell me- Just say it to my face
Have I done something wrong?
We haven't talked for so long
Even a hello or a hi
I'm too used to goodbye
Now, Come here:
Is It because of the clothes that I wear?
Or the way I do my hair?
And look at me :
Look me in the eye
So I'm sure it's not a lie
Then tell me:
Don't text me, don't call me, don't write me a song
I just really want to know....if I've done something wrong
Just tell me- Just say it to my face
Now come here,
And look at me,
Then tell me,
Have I done something wrong?
We all make mistakes
We haven't talked for so long
We all have those days.
Just tell me- Just say it to my face
The bathroom can be great place for inspiration ;>.
Goodbye...Goodbye...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To you Cruel world, friends and all,
I say goodbye, as now I fall.
You've shown me pain, sadness and fear.
It cut me deep, bled out my cheer.
But still I laughed, as though to hide,
The gaping hole, my heart reside.
I wore a mask of borrowed cheer
to hide behind, to cover my fear
For I thought, I hoped, a prayer
that once I'll be, a happy mare.
But so it is not and never shall be.
The impossible wish, crushed within me
Ground to dust, from hooves to head.
It pours on out through tears I shed.
I can't go on, this pain I hide,
I've given up, can't keep inside.
So now I fall, and now I die
For though I laugh, Inside I cry...