Another NightAnother Night (Wishing I Wasn't Here)
Lyra held the pillow tight, her nightmares snapping her back into consciousness...back into the real world. She mopped up her tears, still holding onto the pillow, unwilling to let it go. It was another night of sleeplessness, one more in a long chain ever since...She had gone.
She tried fruitlessly to regain her sleep, closing her eyes, shutting out the world, numbing her mind. Simply dreaming of...nothing. Allowing it to envelope her...but it was never enough, her mind and heart always returned to the empty space in the bed beside her. The bed that was much too large for the single, lonely pony.
Day came, and she rose, both living and feeling like the walking dead. A figure of autonomy, running on empty. She bought her groceries, handed over the bits, said her farewells. She attended her musical practice session, allowing the precision of her lyre skills to overtake her thoughts. She was an instrument herself; not a thinking, feeling
Striga - Chapter OneI apologise in advance for any mutilation of the Hungarian language that may have occured. Blame Google Translate.
The wind came through the little town of Lóváros, lifting the autumn leaves from their resting places on the floor. It was a strong wind, an unnatural wind. It was the wind of war.
The bell rang in the town hall, ponies roused from their homes in the wake of the confusion. All faces were turned to the sky, its azure grace being devoured by wispy, smoke-like tentacles of pure darkness. No star or moonlight shone from the sickly radiance, only the deep black of the infinite space was shown. The town itself darkened in moments as the sun was taken, tiny candles were the only refuge from the darkness' dominance.
In one such house in the town, a little filly lived. She was like any other, a unicorn, as was everypony else she knew. Her ruby-red coat and golden mane were striking amongst the pastel shades of her peers, and she had all the hallmarks of a successful mare.
Allegrezza - Part Six+Octavia had spent much of the last hour preparing herself to see Vinyl's, 'gig.' She had ensured her mane was correctly combed and conditioned to its usual lustrous sheen. Her bow-tie was carefully tied around her neck, which was no small feat considering the inherent clumsiness of the hooves she was forced to use. A final glance at the mirror, a proprietary shot of Glenmorangie to start the night, and she felt ready to watch as Vinyl acted upon her wager. The dinner had went well, all things taken into account. The majority of it was idle chatter, to be fair, but she had promised to watch Vinyl play tonight, at the very least to ensure she held up her end of the bet. Octavia was always a mare of her word.
Her cello remained at home, the lack of its familiar bulk and weight made Octavia almost feel like a feather. She had always carried her cello, everywhere. One never knew when the chance to play to an audience, or practice a sheet would emerge, and Octavia liked to be kept on the tip
Of Gods and Demons: Six"Overture"
Celestia found herself going deeper into the ONI facility than she had ever ventured, Luna leading her far out of her comfort zone, into her world. She felt the word 'catacomb' spring to mind as they navigated the obscure corridor system that made up Section Three of the organisation, ONI's secret project wing. All pretence of airy, light design was gone. The corridors were dark and dimly lit; even the glossy allure in which Luna's office was decorated was absent. It was a black place for black ops, and Celestia was about to meet the chief of ONI's sinful researchers.
Dr Haylsey's reputation preceded her. A long time scientist working with ONI, her papers always verged on the wrong side of the old Geneva Convention's laws. While her morality was often held in question, her mind could never be. Sharp, and hailed by some to be the mind of this generation, her research was always unflinchingly accurate. It was the Spartan project that gained her fame amon
Allegrezza - Part Five+Octavia juggled the various utensils and pans simmering away in her kitchen. It was beginning to dawn on her that perhaps an entire three-course meal may be a bit more than was necessary to prove the point. However, Octavia had made her bed, and she was perfectly willing to lay in it...as long as it was otherwise empty, that is.
The daisies simmered in the baine-marie, while she lightly fried some cowslips in olive oil. The lettuce was being steamed nicely, she felt she could quite happily declare this dinner a success. It was difficult to fail in creating a salad at least, but she had prepared a delicious basil and parsley dressing for it, making it a touch more interesting than simple leaves and flowers. A recipe she had adapted from her favourite cookbook, Olive-Oil: The Naked Chef.
A staccato trio of knocks came from the door. A glance at the clock nearby revealed the time to be seven o'clock exactly, the minute hoof barely brushing against the twelve o'clock mark. Octavia f
Allegrezza - Part Four+Octavia would never dare admit it to another pony, but that morning was not the first morning in which she had awoken in the painful vice grip of a hangover. It wasn't the first time her taste for whiskey had gotten the better of her either, nor the first time that her thirst for it had become quite this excessive.
It was, however, the first time it had landed her in bed with another mare.
She blearily opened her eyes, the open curtains allowed Celestia's sun to invade her retinas in full force, making her clamp them shut again. She then clamped a pair of hooves to her head, and took up the foetal position. The irritatingly familiar sensation that made every noise seem like a horrifically out-of-tune violin being played in her skull returned. She summoned the energy from her massively depleted reserves to stretch her limbs, which relieved her aches, slightly.
Octavia stepped once more unto the breach, opening her eyes to find a fortunately placed cloud was blocking the sun, allowing he
Allegrezza - Part Three+One merit Octavia had to give to Buck Daniels, was that it slowly washed away any capability she had for tasting, until she no longer grimaced with each sip. In fact, she even gained the courage to move up to, 'slugging,' the drink, not that she'd ever be caught dead using that phrase. It was after several on-the-house glasses, from an unknown benefactor, that she found herself lacking the co-ordination to even pick up the glasses anymore. Her teeth simply failing to gain purchase on the sides. Upon blearily inspecting the two glass-mirages in front of her, she noted that instead of the stout glasses she had been given all night, she was instead looking at a slender, flute-like glass. A unicorn glass, for the only non-unicorn musician in the business. Terrific.
She was so engrossed in attempting to defy both nature and pony design by trying to lift the glass with her tongue, that she hadn't noticed the absence of the thudding bass that had troubled her eardrums moments ago. She
Dead England X Reader
Dead England X Reader
"*sniff* Arthur, how could you *sob* How could you die on us"
A girl is kneeling in front of a tombstone. Behind her standing are the rest of the Allies. On the stone is written.
He brought out the magic in all of us
The girl continued to cry. After a minute Yao stepped forward and knelt behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her from behind. It is silent as they mourned. Eventually the girl calmed herself enough to look at the stone.
"Hey Arthur, I know you would be mad at me for this *sniff* but I have been secretly practicing a spell, one that will allow us to see what you see, do you want to see it?"
"Well, here goes"
She places a hand on the stone and concentrates. Her hand begins to glow green and spark of magic start flying around. Everyone looks around and their eyes widen as things begin to appear out of nowhere. Fairies, gnomes, elves, unicorns even the ones he has talked about before. They are all mourning
Jealousy Part Two [Nishinoya Yuu x Reader]
Italics are reader-chan's thoughts~!
The gym's floor squeaked as the volleyball club members cleaned up. You waited for Hinata to finish up with his part of the cleaning since the both of you are going home together.
"[Name]-chan!! I finished cleaning, let's go!" Hinata called out to you with his usually loud voice.
You giggled at how adorable and active he could be after the long tiring practice.
"So where are we going before heading home, Hinata-kun?" You asked the hyper-active orange head.
"Let's go grab some meat buns! Then we'll go home! I'm starving." He replied, grinning at you.
The both of you did this every time you had watched their volleyball practice. Hinata was your neighbour so he would walk home with you since it was dangerous for you to go home alone at night. It was a routine. But today, something was different. Nishinoya had decided to tag along.
The three of you sat quietly outside the shop and ate your freshly and n
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (14) Silence. It practically enveloped the room which Levi and William were currently in. Levi stared at the man sitting across him, his eyes stabbing into William's. (f/n) was resting in the room next to them, so they were careful not to disturb her. The silence that surrounded them, however, made up a very awkward and unpleasant atmosphere around the two men. Then William decided to shatter it.
"So...yeah. That's my story, Levi." He said before awkwardly coughing into his hand. "You're not going to say anything?"
Levi squinted his eyes. Usually he wouldn't believe a man if he said he was the personification of Death but, not even Hanji could explain what happened back at the hospital (if she ever found out).
"I have nothing much to say," Levi said calmly
while he was internally freaking out because, c'mon freaking Death was in front of him"I'm pretty good at internalizing things, B
Burningkit turned and tossed in his nest next to his brothers, attempting to free himself from Scorchkit's grasp - somehow his brother had managed to sling his paws around his neck with choking tightness.
Finally managing to dislodge his brother by kicking him, Scorchkit grumbled and rolled over onto Emberkit instead.
Sighing with relief, Burningkit was about to settle down to sleep when Faintkit's paw touched his side gently, "Are you awake?" The soft voice asked, and Burningkit turned to see his new brother's soft amber eyes blinking back at him. One of those eyes had a weird fleck of sky blue in it, that always gave him a short start every time he saw it - but he was getting used to it now, so regained his composure a lot faster than he had done the first time.
"Yes" he replied with a sigh, feeling more alert now he'd engaged in conversation, then he frowned, "Why are you awake?"
Faintkit shrugged, puffing out his pelt, "Still getting used to it
TG Caption This: Sisterhood Of The Kimonos It was around 9:51 PM, when I received a call, it was Arnold, I picked up, and he said, in an excited tone "Dude! Guess what?!" I responded, in a bored tone "I don't know? What?" He responded "I just scored us three tickets to Japan!" I, in an unphased, and questioning tone said "okaaayyy?" He took a deep breath, and answered my, not so obvious question "they come included with three tickets to the 50th annual Okinawa designer Kimono competition!" I immediately jumped up from my bed, ran over to my closet and opened it, to my left were my regular clothes, to the right of me was a collection of Kimonos that I, along with my friends, stole.
Now, in an excited tone I talked back "dude! How did you score those tickets?!" I could feel him smile over the phone, and he responded "it wasn't easy man! Let's just say...I did some less than legal stuff." I had a grim expression on my face, then I somehow worked up the nerve to ask him "so...uhm...what exactly did you d
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