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AP Psyche Pony Project
[Warning, contains some spoilers of newer episodes]
A1. Show Chosen: My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic
A2. Character Chosen: Apple Bloom
B. Issues/situations/Conflicts from the show: Apple Bloom and her friends, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle are blank flanks, meaning that they have yet to discover what their special talent is and who they are; since they have yet to find out their special talents, they have yet to earn their cutie marks that will appear on their flank once they have found their special talent. The three of them often go on adventures together to try to find their special talents, thus earning their cutie marks; since they are trying to earn their cutie marks, they have named themselves the Cutie Mark Crusaders (CMC).
C. Character Description: Apple Bloom is the younger sister of Applejack, Big Macintosh (Big Mac), and Granddaughter of Granny Smith; while never specified in the show, an audition script states that her age is approximate that of a seven year old pony.
Love: A Word Slowly DyingLove: A Word Slowly Dying
What is love?
You were to ask most, they would not know an answer other than what physical love is....
And that is not love...... that is nothing close to love...
Love is a word that has lost its true meaning to most people. They think that love is the same as wanting to sleep with someone.... no, it isn't...... love is the joy that you get from the smile of the one that your world seems dark without. love is the joy that one gets from making that same person happy, their own happiness derived from that of the one they love.... but it does not, SHOULD not, be only sexual pleasure that are brought to mind by the word love.....
it should be the beauty in one that others see as plain, or the radiance in their smile...... there are so many things that love is and should be...but few that love actually is any more......
How can someone honestly say that love still thrives true, when there are stories like the ones that I've had the misfortune to be observing....
Explanation of Shadow Shifters Race
Shadow-Shifters: A race of my own invention that I created because my character Kage was a being of pure shadow, but had no real species, so I decided to invent one.
Shadow Shifters are beings that come from an alternate realm called Sjeneria, which is nothing but a far reaching mass of shadows and darkness. The Shadow Shifters themselves are beings of pure shadows, made of a shadow alternative to normal matter [not dark matter though] called shadow matter, which is in essence coalesced shadows formed into atoms.
Since they are not made of normal matter, they do not operate on the normal physiology of most creatures. All SShifters can change their shape and appearance at will, be it just changing things such as skin tone and eye colour, or shifting from being a human to being a towering colossus made of ice, to an armour plated dragon. As such it is not un-common to see a SShifter and not know that you have met it already since it looks different than when you met it.
In addition to bo
Marionette-Yandere Russia x Lonely Reader
Staring outside the window you felt yourself befall lost in the blinding white snow that flustered in a flurry, speckling the frozen glass as the humdrums of neighboring passengers on your flight to Russia resounded in the background. [E/c] eyes stared longingly at the flurry of white and grey, this was your first time being in Russia, especially as a work related destination. You were recently hired by a very old and influential family in Russian affairs as a full-time maid and right now you were on your way to meet the head of the house. ‘Well, this will certainly be a change…’ you thought dryly, none too sure if this was the best choice, but what could you do? Leaving from [different country] was the only way to truly change for the better, right?
Before you could ponder on the thought you snapped upright in your seat when the sudden cries of a baby beside you started to fuss about as the plane went into the landing zone. You watched from the corner
Jeff x Reader - Long Time No See 2
Darting through the woods you huffed when you tripped, and nearly fell face first into a pile of mud. Why were you running? Police. Why were the police after you? You may have recently stabbed a guy, and now were running in hopes of not being locked away. A lot had changed since you were little. Your parents had passed away when you were thirteen., you got sent to a foster home at age fifteen after your grandmother passes away, and the story of your outbreak of insanity begun from there.
The home you had been sent to after your grandmother passed away was a cruel one. The only reason you never complained about it was because you feared being placed in an even worse home. Not many foster families like to take care of teenagers. Even fewer wanted to adopt them. Though after one to many beatings, and your evil foster father stabbing to death and frying a kitten you had been caring for right in front of you, you left. It was understandable right? W
Little Bird Chapter Eight (Yandere!ArminxReader)
“N-n-no,” he gasped, watching the blood start to pour from my still form. “That’s too much blood, too much.” He stumbled around clumsily, trying to figure out what to too. “Stop the bleeding, yes, stop the bleeding.”
He grabbed all the sheets from the bed and returned to me. He ripped them into smaller pieces before pressing them to my wound. He applied pressure, just like he had read about so many times, but the blood didn’t slow its escape. His hands shook as he pressed them harder to me.
“It’s not working,” he whispered. “It’s not bloody working!! Damn you bitch!!” he screamed. “Why did you have to do that? Why?!” he was hysterical now, and he leaned down to rest his head against my stomach. “Please, please don’t leave me,” he managed to say between sobs.
He held his face in his hands, trying to concentrate. Growling angrily, he stood and stomped over to the wall. He sma
Tea Party (Yandere!HoneyxReader Oneshot)
“You look so adorable (F/N)-chan!” Honey squeals as he approaches me. “Just like a little doll!”
I’m so tired, and my body feels so… heavy. Where am I? What’s going on? I try to stand, but something tight is holding me in place. My eyes slowly flutter open, and then snap closed again, the blinding white light burning them. How long have I been asleep? I slowly open my eyes, easing my way into the painful light.
I’m in a large white room, surrounded by toys and stuffed animals. In front of me is a cute little table filled with cakes and other treats. I look down and see that a rope is coiled around me, holding me to the chair where I sat. I struggle against it, but it’s too tight.
“W-what’s going on?” I mumble, still not fully aware.
“We’re having a tea party silly!” Honey chirps happily. “Everyone is here! You, me, and Usa-chan too! Isn’t it so fun?”
There is a bad taste in my m
Marionette-Yandere Russia x Lonely Reader 1
Chapter 1: The Marionette of Winter
Toris led you to a car that was parked out front and popping open the trunk he placed your things inside before re-shutting it and opening the backseat door for you, “Um, I-if you will?” he inquired as he waited for you to take a seat. Following his lead you took your seat in the car and buckled up as he closed the door and quickly scurried over to the driver’s side. After readjusting the mirrors he glanced back at you for a split-second before starting the car and pulling out of the lot to who knows where exactly your new life was.
Arriving in front of the mansion you couldn’t help but gape at the giant extent that fell before you in a gigantic mass of artistic prowess. The dark stone like bricks fell well with the hint of hickory wood and mountains of snow that blanketed the manor. Quickly, Toris stepped out from the driver’s seat and went to open the door for you, waiting patiently as you found
The TwitchThere is a rare disease in the Pokemon world seldom talked about, as it is a horrendous condition that many prefer not to discuss, even those who are involved in the medical field. Unlike Pokerus, which affects only Pokemon and comes with positive benefits, this illness affects humans, and can have terrifying as well as agonizing affects on those afflicted. This disease is known simply as The Twitch.
Not much is known about this relatively recent affliction, but it has been classified as a type of schizophrenia. Its most notable features include walking about in randomized directions, running into walls, obsessing over specific items, making poor decisions in battling, and a lack of ability to perceive the outside world. Those afflicted also have a mysterious problem with the names of other people and of Pokemon; many of them give their Pokemon either sloppily chosen nicknames or no nicknames at all.
Victims of the disease have described the experience of as many as thousands of voices
Little Bird Chapter Nine (Yandere!ArminxReader)
“Good morning love!” I yawned as I woke up next to you. I’d been sleeping with you for the past few nights, not wanting to be away for too long. You still hadn’t woken up, and it worried me. I placed a gentle kiss on your perfect forehead.
It had only been a few days, but I longed to have those (E/C) eyes look at me once more. I missed your voice, your smile. You were so beautiful when you smiled, even when it wasn’t a real one. Even when I forced you too.
I had tried being close to you, touching you and having my way with you, but it just wasn’t the same. It was no fun when I couldn’t hear you begging for mercy, screaming my name out as I brought you closer and closer to your release. How I ached to feel you squirm beneath me again.
I sighed, sitting up in the bed. I looked over at your sleeping form, the way your chest rose and fell ever so slightly with each breath you took. You nightgown clung to your sweaty skin, making
Ungoliant's LairIt was a cool, calm day in the revived kingdom of Gondor. On the second level of the city of Minas Tirith, a young girl and boy played together, enjoying the peaceful times that the world had earned. After the defeat of Sauron, the world of men was allowed to flourish, rebuilding after a devastating war which had left a lot of land scorched and barren. As far as the world of men was concerned, all of the dark forces had been destroyed in the War of The Ring.
''I know that the map looks old, but...give it a look-over, it describes hidden treasures!'' Spoke a young hazel-haired girl as she lay upside down, her eyes scanning an old map that was creased and stained.
''I'll decide what it says.''
''Fine, fine, but I know I'm right.''
''It speaks of 'vast wealths never before seen', which is curious because most of the world's wealth now resides here in Minas Tirith.'' Reminded Hammal, a blonde boy who hung around with Beccy on many occasions, enjoying her com
2P!FACE!xReaderxCreepypasta - Part 7*RECAP*
"______!! You're so pale!! What the heck happened to you!!??" she cried. You broke.
"M-mommy!! I don't know!! After a day or two though, the air was smelling funny and I didn't want to breathe!! B-but I had too!!" you cried out sadly. You felt like you were 7 again and you were talking to Ollie when you did something bad.
"Ummmm, _______. I think I know what he did to you!" Jeff said quietly.
"What did that German bastard do to my baby!?" Cici cried out vengefully. Jeff winced at the harshness in her tone.
"He created a new type of gas. It had no name, but it's what (Name) was breathing that past week or so. It transforms your state of mind and physical appearance. Hence, the eyes and the skin. We can take you back to our place, where we lived before Lutz got us. There are others like us, they're called Creepypastas. (Name)
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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