Captain Long-Beard stood behind the wheel of his ship, steering it toward the newfound chain of islands now known as the “Papaiian Islands.” His ship was vast despite its small crew, large and wooden, with a mere-pony at its front. The masts were large; the sails were deep blue and spread. Golden inlay was crafted into the rails, and His flag was a jolly roger crossed by a crescent moon and sword.
The Captain himself was a small pony, a pinto, with an incredibly long white beard, dressed in his finest clothes with his trusty sword and blunderbuss beside him.
“Ohoai Captain!” Called out navigator and first
Sugarcube Corner was bustling today. It was Applebloom’s birthday and Pip had been invited to join in the festivities.
Pip hadn’t been in Ponyvile for more than two weeks, and he had already been invited to one of his classmate’s birthday parties, if only he could talk to them… Pipsqueak didn’t know why but he had the hardest time making new friends.
Feeling a bit out of place, Pip grabbed one of Pinkie’s cupcakes and took a bite, it was like his mouth turned into a miniature party, little explosions of flavor, rich chocolate that surprised him followed by a cool creamy vanilla, which was t
“What is it? I have only begun to slumber,” Luna moaned as she was pried awake by a bouncing little foal.
“Getup, get up, get up!!” Pipsqueak said, still bouncing on the Princess’ bed.
Luna slowly rose up, clearly exhausted from being roused so early from her well-deserved slumber. She looked outside to see that it was mid-day and sighed. Pip noticed that Luna’s mane wasn’t the Waving picture of the night he was used to, instead, in its place, was a shortly cropped light blue mane that currently hung messily round her neck. He quickly recovered from this surprise to go back to the reason he had wo
Pipsqueak was in a forest, but he did not feel all that lost. He was on a beaten road slowly trotting through the forest filled with beautiful red, orange, and yellow leaves the smell of spices whifting through the air. The moon was already out even though the sun had not set yet. The feeling and essence of autumn was alive and well that afternoon.
The sun finished setting and the animals very slowly went to bed. All the while Pip was still walking into the road he knew was leading to the center of ponyvile; his new home. Pip was dressed as a pirate, one of his favorite characters from one of his favorite books actually. Pip was happy enough
Pip was simply speechless; the young foal had no idea what to do after he had left. His parents had told him that they were fine no matter what he chose, he would have to decide for himself what he should do. Only just moved into ponyville, he truthfully didn't have very many friends, and he didn't even really talk to them all that much outside of school. But on the other hand he would have to move away from his new home to live with the princess'.
He had somehow stumbled into the garden while exploring the castle, the birds were chirping and the fruit trees smelled incredibly sweet. He trotted around to the musical birds while sampling the
It was three weeks after nightmare night when the letter came. It appeared in a swirl of dark blue shining fog, simply addressed "Pip", the small foal opened the letter with a childlike wonder. And the letter read:
Dear, Pipsqueak
You have been invited to attend a royal dinner. Please be at the royal palace in Canterlot on this dame day next week, enclosed are tickets for you and your family to ride the train first class.
The letter wasn't signed, and as it said it had three very official looking tickets that said first class on them for the train leaving six days from now. Pip horridly showed the letter to his parents who barely got the c
why does it hurt, when i should be happy?
why does it sting, when she acts sappy?
why does it kill me a little, when i see her smile?
why does it burn my heart, to take it with guile?
she doesn't know it stings
she doesn't know it hurts
she doesn't know what it brings
she doesn't know what converts
i try, i adore, i want
i smile, i laugh, i act gallant
i cry when no one see's
i want know one to believe
fire burns away my hope
why do i feel like such a dope
i care for her, i honestly do
i cant believe, that alone, i rue
she is blind to me, but she doesn't know
what it is i do not show
that it cuts me, slashes, my being
that
The Hope Of the Living
Cut the paralysis, sever the hate
Slash what is life leave no debate
Sin, selfish, self reliant, self preserve
You do not understand, I get what I deserve
Deus Ex Machina don't make me laugh
Corpus Christi we make what we craft
Life is ours, death we give
We prevent others their wish to live
Forget the world, and forget hell
Forget heaven, and leave a shell
We kill to survive, we birth to die
We live, we eat, we sleep, we cry
Kill death, birth of life
Make it hard on those who cause strife
Deprive deprivation, crush the hammer
madden madness, enrage anger
Fear hope, lust for despair
See, now you all k
Captain Long-Beard stood behind the wheel of his ship, steering it toward the newfound chain of islands now known as the “Papaiian Islands.” His ship was vast despite its small crew, large and wooden, with a mere-pony at its front. The masts were large; the sails were deep blue and spread. Golden inlay was crafted into the rails, and His flag was a jolly roger crossed by a crescent moon and sword.
The Captain himself was a small pony, a pinto, with an incredibly long white beard, dressed in his finest clothes with his trusty sword and blunderbuss beside him.
“Ohoai Captain!” Called out navigator and first
Sugarcube Corner was bustling today. It was Applebloom’s birthday and Pip had been invited to join in the festivities.
Pip hadn’t been in Ponyvile for more than two weeks, and he had already been invited to one of his classmate’s birthday parties, if only he could talk to them… Pipsqueak didn’t know why but he had the hardest time making new friends.
Feeling a bit out of place, Pip grabbed one of Pinkie’s cupcakes and took a bite, it was like his mouth turned into a miniature party, little explosions of flavor, rich chocolate that surprised him followed by a cool creamy vanilla, which was t
“What is it? I have only begun to slumber,” Luna moaned as she was pried awake by a bouncing little foal.
“Getup, get up, get up!!” Pipsqueak said, still bouncing on the Princess’ bed.
Luna slowly rose up, clearly exhausted from being roused so early from her well-deserved slumber. She looked outside to see that it was mid-day and sighed. Pip noticed that Luna’s mane wasn’t the Waving picture of the night he was used to, instead, in its place, was a shortly cropped light blue mane that currently hung messily round her neck. He quickly recovered from this surprise to go back to the reason he had wo
Pipsqueak was in a forest, but he did not feel all that lost. He was on a beaten road slowly trotting through the forest filled with beautiful red, orange, and yellow leaves the smell of spices whifting through the air. The moon was already out even though the sun had not set yet. The feeling and essence of autumn was alive and well that afternoon.
The sun finished setting and the animals very slowly went to bed. All the while Pip was still walking into the road he knew was leading to the center of ponyvile; his new home. Pip was dressed as a pirate, one of his favorite characters from one of his favorite books actually. Pip was happy enough
Pip was simply speechless; the young foal had no idea what to do after he had left. His parents had told him that they were fine no matter what he chose, he would have to decide for himself what he should do. Only just moved into ponyville, he truthfully didn't have very many friends, and he didn't even really talk to them all that much outside of school. But on the other hand he would have to move away from his new home to live with the princess'.
He had somehow stumbled into the garden while exploring the castle, the birds were chirping and the fruit trees smelled incredibly sweet. He trotted around to the musical birds while sampling the
It was three weeks after nightmare night when the letter came. It appeared in a swirl of dark blue shining fog, simply addressed "Pip", the small foal opened the letter with a childlike wonder. And the letter read:
Dear, Pipsqueak
You have been invited to attend a royal dinner. Please be at the royal palace in Canterlot on this dame day next week, enclosed are tickets for you and your family to ride the train first class.
The letter wasn't signed, and as it said it had three very official looking tickets that said first class on them for the train leaving six days from now. Pip horridly showed the letter to his parents who barely got the c
why does it hurt, when i should be happy?
why does it sting, when she acts sappy?
why does it kill me a little, when i see her smile?
why does it burn my heart, to take it with guile?
she doesn't know it stings
she doesn't know it hurts
she doesn't know what it brings
she doesn't know what converts
i try, i adore, i want
i smile, i laugh, i act gallant
i cry when no one see's
i want know one to believe
fire burns away my hope
why do i feel like such a dope
i care for her, i honestly do
i cant believe, that alone, i rue
she is blind to me, but she doesn't know
what it is i do not show
that it cuts me, slashes, my being
that
The Hope Of the Living
Cut the paralysis, sever the hate
Slash what is life leave no debate
Sin, selfish, self reliant, self preserve
You do not understand, I get what I deserve
Deus Ex Machina don't make me laugh
Corpus Christi we make what we craft
Life is ours, death we give
We prevent others their wish to live
Forget the world, and forget hell
Forget heaven, and leave a shell
We kill to survive, we birth to die
We live, we eat, we sleep, we cry
Kill death, birth of life
Make it hard on those who cause strife
Deprive deprivation, crush the hammer
madden madness, enrage anger
Fear hope, lust for despair
See, now you all k
Current Residence: well my buts in a computer chair so yeah Favourite genre of music: Metal Operating System: gatway MP3 player of choice: as long as i have music i aint picy Shell of choice: um im not a turtal Wallpaper of choice: elfe lied/rosario+vampire Skin of choice: um heck i dont know Favourite cartoon character: Princess Luna Personal Quote: those who regret canot be forgive/as they sow they will reap
Favourite Movies
the butterfly efect
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
breaking benjamin
Favourite Writers
edgar alen poe/that guy that writes narnia *i forgot his name*
well if no one has noticed, i haven't really been on in a little more than a month or so. after Christmas one of my close family members was admitted to the hospital and died a few weeks after, my father also had a relapse and i haven't even been on the internet all that much recently at all.
I am going to finish chapter 3 of my fanfic and hopefully yet again it will be better quality than the one before it and as useual i will appreciate constructive criticism.
lol its as it says, my buddy who was going to proofread is busy with college, and my other buddy who was going to help with it in rl is now heartbroken because of getting dumped.
so what does this mean when an aspiring writer do when the grammar nazis have OMG "Lives" lol?
1. give up and do something else letting your project gather dust
2. wait it out and politely ask when they are not busy
3. (OPPAN GUNGNAM STYLE?!) just checking if your still reading
4. practice my grammar to be nitpicked over the internet and try to get better at it
i chose 4, however 3 wouldn't be too bad. my spelling in real life is horrible, almost as bad as my h
well, still havent informed my parents of me being a brony but i decided to throw some stuff out there today.
1. I still have not gotten a grammar nazi to help with my fanfics so the next chapter will but put out with the little grammar knowlege i personaly know, and hopefuly be alot longer
2. im tired of brony cannabilism on other sites and even this one. first on this is people, please stop taking down the ask princess molestia tumblr, its funny and honestly a great way to blow off steam, the people who took down lil miss rarity, yes i get it, hes a furry and a clop artist... i dont honestly care, if you go to the tumblr you should be pre