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    A dark and stormy night: the perfect time to tamper with the universe's laws. Or so Celestia thought to herself. She couldn't explain why, despite her long years, but something just felt... right... about the whole thing. Maybe years of loneliness had finally driven her off the deep end? No, she was still quite sane. It wasn't like she was totally alone either. Sure, she had grovelling servants at her beck and call, but they were always far too formal for her tastes.   "Dear sister," Her Royal Highness, Princess Celestia of Equestria, Regent of the Sun spoke to a dusty old painting on the wall. "In twenty sh

Drenched in mud and more exhausted than he'd been in days, Hiccup dragged himself to the hill that led to his house. It had been a good day. He'd gone flying with Toothless and that was something they both loved. It was wonderful, effortless even with the metal that took the place of his foot. Of course now he wasn't flying with a massive dragon trying to eat him which was a definite plus. It was easy now to make the quick changes Toothless needed to fly. Gobber had made some actual improvements to the fin he'd made, this design working even smoother than his original had. Toothless didn't seem to mind the new design, but Hiccup imagined th

Why didn't I kill it?  I'll admit, you're right: it was an easy kill.  Scrawny, hardly any muscle, no weapons to speak of, and too cowardly to kill me.  I could have snapped its neck like a twig.  Almost did, too.  But I didn't. I should have.  It tore off my tail fin, which hurt quite a bit I should mention.  I could hardly fly.  Even as I tried to escape that cove, I knew I'd never fly again; you know how it is.  Our wings are everything.  Hello, wolves?  Panthers?  Vikings?  Other dragons?  Dead Night

Of course, if it hadn't rained, the whole business would probably never have happened.  Alice would have wandered right back up the garden path and gone into the house and never looked into the little tool-shed at all, and that would have been that.      But it did rain.  The signs were there some time before the axe actually fell, in the gradual darkening of the summer sky, the whistle of wind picking up in the trees and even the distant rumble of impatient thunder.  Alice might have known better, but then she had always been the sort to make excuses, rationalizing and justifying, and just now she had decided that it couldn't possibly star

It's true. I hate yaoi fangirls, and I am one. You may be looking at me with tears in your eyes right now and saying, "Why Chopstick... why?!"   Well, I'm gonna tell you why. 1.  You're just writing about them because they're hot. Let's just forget that they hated each other in the game.  Let's completely forget that both of them were completely straight and had loving girlfriends in the anime.  And heaven forbid I bring up the idea that they were really "just friends" in the manga.  I'm not really bitching about drabbles or crackfics so much as I am the fifty-page-long epics that completely ignore canon.   AND I MEAN COMPLETELY. Rinoa

Yes, I Have A Penis Do not assume (if I hold the door for you), that I am making a statement about your inabilities to open the door for yourself. If you hold it for me, I'll say 'thankyou'. Do not assume (if I pay for the meal), that I am underestimating your earning capacity as a woman. If you invite me out for a meal, you're paying. Do not assume (if I defend your rights), that I am belittling the attempts that you have made to defend your rights yourself. If you defend my rights, I'll consider you human.

Bumblebee's Thoughts On Prowl I never thought this could happen. I could never even imagine this ever happening. It’s as if I’m offline and walking in a dream, except this is no dream. It’s more like a nightmare. How could Prowl leave us? How could he sacrifice himself like that? Couldn’t there had been another way? If only I had been there with him, then I could have tried to talk him out of it. Primus, who am I kidding? Prowl would have never listened to me.  He’s too hard-headed! Why are you laughing? Oh, I see. You think I’m the hard headed one of the group. Okay, maybe I made a couple of rash dec

~ IF ONLY… ~ "Chapter 20: Never forget you…" "Edward, how are you feeling?  You were passed out for two days.  We were afraid we lost you."  The doctor sat next to bed the boy was in. The red haired alchemist blinked at him, confused:  "T-two days?" The doctor got a hold of Ed's thin wrist to check the boy's pulse.  "How are you feeling? Any part of you hurt?" Ed gazed down at the red-water spot he had vomited into his lap a minute ago, slowly seeping through the fibers to dryness. God, it was hot here. "What happened?" he asked, not lifting his eyes.  "I remember starting the transmutation, but…" "We're not sure," the man answered hi