Nippone (Species Ref)Nippone (Species Ref)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Plant/Earth Pony Hybrid (No unicorns, pegasi, alicorns)Nippones originate and inhabit parts of Neighsia in the far east.
Most common are single color coats.Uncommon but by no means rare, are “print” coats – Spots, stripes, gradients, and the like.Rare Print coats are coats with patterns and details similar to indigenous wildlife in the region. (Panda, Tiger, Red Panda, etc )
Manes/tails have no more than three colors. Can have one color, two, or three.
Distinguishing features are the bamboo shoots, leaves, and vines that are a part of the pony’s biological makeup and anatomy.Common to find bamboo shoots at the base of the tail.
Females have bamboo shoots/leaves/or vines around their ears.Males have bamboo shoots along the spine, and protruding around ankle areas
It is not uncommon for a Nippone to still have a normal tail a
Forgive MeEight months.Forgive Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It took eight months to tell the truth.
It took eight months to tell you why I attempted suicide.
It took eight months to say what haunts me.
It took eight months to tell you what I went though.
What he put me through.
I told you and you got mad at me.
I told you and you yelled for it.
I told you and you stabbed me through the heart with a single glare.
I told you... And I don't know if you'll forgive me...
Please, my love, forgive me....
I am aloneMy feelings I threw into a box, too big for me.I am alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I created a mask, made of all the tears I've shed.
I know I know how cliche that sounds.
You asked, you asked “Are you ok?”
But you didn't want an answer.
Instead you wanted to be smiled at, and say in a plastic voice “I’m fine, you?”
Because you wanted to talk about yourself.
The feelings you had were apparently superior to mine.
Apparently I am just here as a blank slot.
To be played and then left because I ‘gave nothing’.
The time limit for you to care lasts a minute, and then you’re off.
“This ‘you’ isn't the person that we want to deal with.”
“Be happy, or we’ll stop being around you.”
“I've always been there for you!”
“Stop being so depressing.”
The Past HurtsSometimesThe Past Hurts3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you want to live in the
you think, "Why didn't it
your life moves far too
I Am AddictionI’m past it,I Am Addiction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t need it,
Don’t want it,
But what am I without it?
It’s still part of me,
Tattooed for all to see;
Little lines of pain,
Worming into my brain.
My only friend,
Will be my sweet end.
I need definition,
What makes me myself?
I want to be put on a shelf;
Just define me by my actions,
My scars, my abstractions.
Show me who I am,
Who you want me to be,
My old comfort,
My old joy,
Red itching scratch,
And the sentiment I attach,
Dragging me down
And making me fly;
Making me laugh
And making me cry.
Is it addiction?
Is it compulsion?
Is it wrong?
I know it’s not right,
But if I ended it tonight,
Would it really matter?
I’ll never be past it,
Always need it,
Always want it,
Because what am I without it?
Paper CutI think of a broken heart like a paper cut.Paper Cut1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The love may have been small,
or it may have been a long time in the works.
The tear may be a slight sliver,
or a huge fracture.
at first you don't realize how much it hurt.
Then it stings
and makes you cry.
The Secret of Celestia"Sit down Twilight, I've got something to tell you." Twilight turned in shock as Spike sauntered into the library and sat himself down in front of her. "Look, there's no easy way to say this, but I'm really Princess Celestia!"The Secret of Celestia3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Twilight gasped. "What! I mean I guess that makes total sense and was obvious in retrospect, but what?"
Spike nodded. "I had to keep an eye on you, my daughter who I fashioned from clay. That is why you never saw us in the same place, apart from all the times you did. When you give me a friendship report, I actually read it and then burnt it up."
Spike leaned back in his chair, a magical white horn appearing on his head as he revealed his true powers. "You see Twilight, I had to keep you close since you will replace me as the next magical princess, and the only logical way of doing that was to disguise myself as a small purple dragon."
"But what about when I hatched you from an egg and Celestia was right there?" Twilight gasped.
Spike looked smug. "See, th
This is TerrorYou can't breathe.This is Terror2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It is physically impossible and, for something that you don't normally even think about, you miss it terribly.
Perhaps it's the tightness that is stealing away your beloved breath.
Yes, now that you think about it, everything is uncomfortably tight; your chest, your lungs, your eyes tight-shut to offer you a slight reprieve from sight. It's quite a sacrifice though, sight for darkness. But that's okay; the darkness is gentle and all-consuming. Kind of like a blanket on a cold winter's night. Everything feels like less of a threat to you when it's hidden, sort of like when you were little and hid under the covers of your bed whenever you heard a scary noise. It's that kind of logic, just amplified to an infallible level.
But even that level of warped comfort given to you by the darkness does nothing to calm you now, does nothing to take away this tightness and lack of breath.
Your precious darkness, your oldest friend, has abandoned you to the claws of nothingness and
rainthe rain fallsrain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the pressing
of keys on a piano,
but the song each drop forms
is less than melodic.
you don't care
whether it falls upon my ears or not.
you don't even care
that it's drowning me,
and that even if you can't,
i recognize its tune.
it isn't one of those cliche,
with every missed beat
and flat note));
i just don't think
you deserve to understand it.
'You Like Him'You turn.'You Like Him'1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hair is messy,
but it somehow
The air smells like
Simplicity at its finest.
My expression softens
at the sound of your voice.
It always does.
You being near
is a blanket
on a rainy day.
Don't walk away.
Our eyes lock once more.
And then my heart
So sudden -
it swoops back up.
I tell myself,
'You like him.'
Dammit. Not again.
Demonic AngelEveryone's a little insane.Demonic Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one's simple and plain.
Even if you think you have sanity,
Mistaking it for your spiteful vanity,
Thinking you have a clue.
Think for once, will you?
You don't have a clue.
You know there's a demonic angel inside of you.
Zero is not a size.Zero is not a size.Zero is not a size.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Zero is a lack of size,
a wafer-thin waist
where your organs
Zero should be the number
of girls that hate
the width of their hips.
But I live in a world
where zero is a size,
and nothing is valued
Lelouch...this is not goodbye.Lelouch...this is not goodbye.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If you haven't seen the Final Turn of R2, don't read this.
How does it feel to be in heaven? Hmmm... I will never know. You are an interesting man indeed. I wonder if you have ever hated me at least once for giving you the power of the Geass. I know, it is more like a curse. I hate myself sometimes for doing so, but to see you accomplish your dream-- don't make me have to say it.
You are definitely someone I hope not to forget. I will never forget. I just wish to be there with you now. Do you find that surprising? Me too. You always surprise me, as I do to you. I wonder if I'll be able to find someone to replace me so I can join you....probably not. I wouldn't want them to rebell as you did, and ruin your accomplishments. Don't worry. I'll be sure that shan't happen. But if I do finally take my last breath and see the last of this world, I will be sure to remember to smile. You. How dare you order me to do such a th
Roasted and ToastedBrittany reached into her bag and pulled out another chocolate as she and her sister walked toward the factory. This was going to be a good day; shed talked her little sister Paige into coming to the Choconu plant for a tour, and there would almost certainly be free samples at the end. Paige might not even want hers or so Brittany hoped.Roasted and Toasted5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The two of them looked mostly alike, with blonde hair and green eyes, but everyone told Paige she had an exceptional smile. It helped that Paige smiled so much to begin with it seemed like she was always happy about something. Brittany on the other hand was a little chunky thanks to her sweet tooth, and spent a little more time trying to deflect verbal assaults, while Paige shrugged any off with ease.
Thanks for coming, sis, Brittany said as they walked toward the entrance. It wouldnt have been any fun by myself.
I wasnt too busy, Paige smiled. What time do the tours start again?
BulliedCold words on my mindBullied11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like grey waves tasting a beach
Washing me away.
Bait JobConrad watched the trap intently. It looked perfect, the bait was planted and the trigger was hanging on a sliver. If the target wasnt caught this time, fate must really have it in for him.Bait Job6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His partner, Shandra, chewed a piece of gum as she watched, unimpressed. Looks real nice and everything, she said, adjusting her grip on the hefty piece of equipment slung over her shoulder. But you and I both know its not going for that donut.
Their quarry was a creature called a Quarrite, and it was the kind of thing you might get if you crossed a polar bear and a chunk of granite. Their research station was located in a very hostile and remote part of the country, and they were used to having to deal with threats such as this. Fortunately for them, the Quarrite, much like a regular bear, found sweet foods irresistible, and made their capture much easier.
Even if it doesnt get caught in the trap, Conrad replied, I still have the tranq gun
Sherlock x LittleSister!Reader - Breakfast Time!Sherlock x LittleSister!Reader - Breakfast Time!9 months ago in Humor More Like This
Sherlock woke up that morning, earlier than usual. In truth, he was astounded by the fact that he actually slept at all. He had already slept yesterday, before they headed out to the crime scene.
He blinked out the remnants of sleep from his eyes - and only now did he feel the bundle of warmth next to him. He looked down to see none other than (Name), sleeping soundly - thumb resting at the bottom of her lips. He smiled fondly at her - then did something completely out of character.
He softly placed a kiss on her forehead.
Within a few seconds after doing so, he then stood up ramrod straight - as if electrocuted.
'No. No. You can't do that,' he mentally berated himself.
He shook his head - emotionless mask back in place.
He grabbed his blue dressing gown, and headed out to the kitchen - certain that John had two cups of tea ready.
If he had stayed a second longer, he would have seen a small smile, creeping onto (Name)'s features.
Do You Wanna Make Some Cupcakes?Dashie?Do You Wanna Make Some Cupcakes?1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Do you wanna make some cupcakes?
Come on over, lets go play
We barely hang out anymore
I know you're wanting more
Lets laugh the day away
You know we are best buddies
You've got the lot
Here, come on, have a try
Do you like my tasty cupcakes?
I really hope you like my cupcakes
Now, you take a nap.
So now we make some cupcakes
Some decorations on the side
Do you like my party room?
I'm sure you really do
You're looking real wide eyed
It was your number
But now we can get to work
(knife noises and screams)
Stay awake, that's really rude!
No! Do not fall asleep!
I guess we're heading to the end of you
Even though we just began
I just wasn't expecting
You'd give up so soon
I've got my eye on you!
Do you wanna make some cupcakes?
Sherlock x Reader |Retrograde| Sherlock x Reader |Retrograde| 6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Now where on earth did you get off to this morning, Sherlock?” Mrs. Hudson asked, setting the tea-laden tray down on the small table. Sherlock didn’t really respond, only hummed, plucking at his violin strings, eyes closed thoughtfully.
“Well I don’t see a reason that would justify you having me make the tea for you, dear. You know I’m not your maid.”
Again, he didn’t answer, making Mrs. Hudson huff, exiting the flat within a second. It was fairly obvious the man wanted to be left alone.
Besides, she had a call to make.
It’d been a few hours since Sherlock had delivered (Name)’s things, but John was still a bit irked by the man’s sudden appearance. It was fairly obvious as Mary sat at the counter, listening to John mutter incoherently about the arrogance of the detective.
“You really shouldn’t be so upset over what happened, dear.” Mary said behind her coffee mug, still in the process of w
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.Dead Wrong4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.
When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken instrument. They explained to you that you couldn't rise above anything because you just weren't special. And that every step of the way, they would be breaking you down, just to watch you fall.
Of course, they didn't mention that when you speak, your voice holds a lost song within it. And when you sleep, your guitar is an inch away from yo
Ciel - Light and DarkCiel - Light and Dark2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where were you when our hearts divided?
You said we’d always be united!
You were my breath into my mouth
The name I use to shout
But in your eyes is blood
Your sins over-flood
I struggle just to breathe
My skin tears beneath your teeth
I am your everlasting victim
Your DNA runs throughout my system
My body is completely yours
But this is what I endure
You’re the enigma in my life
Continuing to thrust the knife
I am dying with apathy eyes
I’ve been filled with filthy lies
For I am your entity
Your incessant chemistry
Bound by the lies in your veins
My existence is trapped in chains
But to you…I am your light
I’m what makes your heart ignite
I’m the antidote to your innocence
I am your very synthesis
You’re in forever stagnation
And I’m your only salvation
Trapped by innocent, trapped by pain
Trapped by torture you can’t sustain
We are a unity, we are one
The only something you can’t outrun
I am you and you are me
Innate for al