A New Sound - C1Mornings were not Vinyl’s domain, that was a well known fact to everyone in her life. It could be argued that her job had made her this way, late nights and the bright lights of nightclubs had made her numb to the subtle, creeping advance of Celestia’s sun as it clambered over the distant rooftops to slip between her curtains.
However, despite her job being mostly to blame, there was one other, small reason that caused Vinyl to bury her head further in the pillow than usual this morning.
A court proceeding, as Octavia promptly reminded. her. She poked Vinyl in precisely the place she knew would cause her to jerk out of the bed, leaving her spread eagled in a toga formed from the bedsheets. Octavia trotted up to the edge of the less than graceful heap of white sheets and white pony, already awake and ready for the day.
“Vinyl, you need to get up, you‘re expected there two hours from now.”
Vinyl sighed, causing the sheets to flutter with her breath, before s
Fleeing Stars: IIIConsciousness worked its way through the frozen haze in Lynette's mind. It warmed her brain, bleeding down into her muscles as she tentatively worked them, testing their ability. Her eyes dragged themselves open, taking time to focus on the situation around her.
She had survived the encounter with the creatures. Memories crawled like glaciers through her mind, with phantoms of the creatures still roaming over her mental vista. However, she was still left to the elements in nothing more than a t-shirt and jeans. The sun was still far off, not even the finest sliver of its influence had touched the horizon yet. Out here, the wind seemed to tear through her skin, chilling and suppressing her like a horde of angry spirits. She needed warmth fast, or she wouldn't survive to see the sun.
The cold was a wholly different enemy. It couldn't be outrun, or brought down with a weapon. It slowed her body and mind to null her efforts to escape it. The perfect predator, it beat on her relentlessly, p
A Canterlot HauntingThere is a phenomenon few know about, that graces the Canterlot Performance in the deep hours of night. The baritone performance of travelling stallions would cease, the crowd unleashing the required applause as the performers bow out with all the attempted grace such ponies can have. The murmur of small talk and criticism would simmer to nothingness, and as the cleaners swept through the aisles, cleared away the rubbish and ruin of the night, it would begin.
Many of the younger or newer staff members had ridiculed tales away with an sweeping hoof, having heard too many stories of pranks and hoaxes. The high, floating tone of the cello in the breeze would go unnoticed. Many of the staff had surrendered their efforts to find the very obvious hidden gramophone, while others still found the melody too ethereal for their ears. The midnight cleaning staff refreshed its ranks quite often.
It was as the cleaners shuffled out the door, elder stallions chided by the young ones for their naivety
Fleeing Stars: IIHer first instinct was to move. The beast's hulking frame crashed to the floor not even a second after she rolled out of the way. Lynette brought herself up to a crouching position, swivelling the gun to the creature's head, and hastily yanked the trigger. At the final instant, a muscular arm swatted her gun upwards, causing it to pepper the ceiling with buckshot. She leapt over the ruined bed, as claws slashed through its wooden frame, very nearly disembowelling her.
She allowed herself another, sharp breath, her first since spying the creature, before she loaded another round into the chamber. The gun resounded another decisive clack as she pumped the round in, and the creature glared down the barrel at her. A tail she hadn't noticed beforehand flicked angrily from side-to-side, as the intelligent eyes bored into her. A slight tensing of its muscles followed, then the creature launched itself at her, claws reaching out before it.
Her instincts screamed at her to fire, before realisin
Fleeing Stars: IMoisture hung in the air; stagnant and heavy with its time imprisoned. Within the air, dust fluttered delicately in the many, tiny breezes that stirred its presence, yet existed in such a heavy abundance that the figure making its way through it felt it was necessary to part it like a curtain, sending twin clouds of the overladen air gyrating in her wake.
The figure stopped at a doorway, peering round as it edged inwards, every muscle seemingly geared both to leap forth or run out at a moment's notice. Sharp, narrow eyes scoured the room, and pierced the shadows that clung to its edges. A short, silent sigh rushed a cluster of shredded debris passing by the shrouded face of the nomad, causing it to cartwheel into a nearby wall, and shatter into tiny flecks of dust once more.
The room was fairly unremarkable, and devoid of any memory of its previous comfort. The window was no more, and even the crushed memory of the glass it had held was smothered by the debris from crumbling plasterwor
Venture ForthCharon's surface gleamed with a similar mystical grace one would find deep under the Earth's crust. In those strange hollows where crystals grew over millennia, shrouded in shadow until man pierced the fog of empty darkness with light, uncovering these hidden chasms of treasure. There was a similar beauty in the icicles that reached towards the passing ship, their gleaming splendour unveiled from the shadow of Pluto's orbit. In roughly spattered paint, the name of the ship could be discerned - Venture.
The Venture had once been a pinnacle of human achievement, that much couldn't be doubted. The first of a wave of vehicles that brought man through the Oort cloud that shrouded his star system, it had led him right to the starry fabric of space that enthralled him so. As one very enthusiastic and somewhat airheaded ex-captain of the vessel had said, it brought him to the very fabric of his dreams as well.
Such a time was long past, however. The people of Earth still had a special heart fo
A Night On The MoorsThe wind tore across the moors, throttling the few hardy trees foolish enough to attempt growth on the wide plains. The sound of the wind gusting between the branches tore at the eardrums of every creature passing, sending every creature that called them home to the depths of their burrows and nests, curling themselves up against the wrath of the autumn cooldown.
Only one figure braved the chilling gales, that after a few moments brought an inevitable deluge of rain with it. On any other night, the figure would have been sighted a mile or more off, any farmer tending his cattle would have seen the slightly hunched figure standing up from the vast emptiness that is rural Yorkshire. However, no farmers stood guard over their livestock. On this night even the resourceful man found himself at the center of his dwelling, curled up with a roaring fire, the only true way to ward off the vanguard of the coming winter.
This figure was undeterred, however. The gales and rain were its close frien
Staccato [Commission]Vinyl carefully levitated the knife over the frog, slicing down its stomach while she held her fast food breakfast in her own with a hoof and sheer willpower. Professor Mitochondria seemed very uninterested in the fact that half her class was on the verge of demonstrating regurgitation in a practical manner, and the scattered groups had already resigned themselves to the fact that the frog dissection would likely have to continue.
Now, ponies are a herbivorous race. This means that they are very unlike more carnivorous and primitive species, such as the creatures that hunt in the Everfree Forest, or the mythical and savage Who Men that old mares still warn their grandfoals about on cold, dark nights. For this reason, they have very little tolerance for opening up other animals. It was simply something a species that ate daisies and geraniums had very little need to do. Vinyl was certain that thousands of other ponies had opened up frogs before in biology classes, it was unlikely that s
Notebook of a Doll: Breaking the Ice (Proxy High)First Day:
Its odd...walking into a school with others who usually protect you and shelter you surrounding you in an array of reds, yellows, blue and greens. Proxy..its a term I am all to familiar with and honestly, I sometimes feel closer to them than to Father. They usually do three things in my case: don't acknowledge you, respect you when you are around or act normal around me. I always wondered how Father trains them in the lethal skills of honed combat techniques I see when they are out at the field or why they are usually so agile in tasks of reflexes, tasks of endurance or anything of that nature. Though..for usually being insulted upon by the outside members of our little society of ghost, ghouls, puppets, demons and other otherworldly creatures, it was almost comforting to get close to some of these Proxies. Though..not everyone tends to like me. Not one bit.
You see, I..well..Ally and myself (whom everyone calls me Night
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
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