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Daisy Sprinkles' Story Chapter 1
Hi, there, and welcome to Equestria, the greatest place in the wide world. My name is Daisy Sprinkles, sister to Twilight Sparkle. I know, but you don’t share her name like she does to her mother, but hear me out. It was a big shock to Shining Armor to hear that he was going to have not one, but two baby sisters. I was unexpected. Even Princess Celestia doesn’t know how I came to be.
Strangely, though I’m not of royal blood, I was born with wings, along with a horn. I’m a unique case. Shining Armor and Twilight Sparkle don’t think me any different, though I think I should not have been born with wings at all. Being an alicorn means royalty, and my head believes I’m not royalty. My heart agrees.
How I got my cutie mark of a book on my brown flank with a pink appaloosa blanket was almost like Twilie. After the Summer Sun Celebration, I poured into the magic books, just as she did, and tried to learn how to write, using my horn. I wrote pretty well, des
My tranceI want to get comfortable.
Once you are comfortable, please breath in and out.
In, out, in out.
Each breath will make you more and more relaxed. The more relaxed you get the sleepier you get
The sleepier you get the more hypnotized you become.
Even though I know you want to close your eyes because they are so heavy from being so sleepy, you will keep them open to read my words.
That's right keep your eyes open, see how good it is to obey command given to you.
Now I want you to relax deeper and deeper becoming more entranced and more suggestible to my commands.
It is so easy for you to sink deeper into hypnosis and so easy to obey commands.
Now I will count from 10 to 1. When I reach one you will be deeply hypnotized
Deeply hypnotized and willing to obey any command given to you without question.
A cleverbot convoUser: Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Cleverbot: The chicken.
User: How can you be so sure?
Cleverbot: Because its one of the few books I like.
Cleverbot: Are you a by or a girl?
Cleverbot: What color are your eyes?
Cleverbot: What color is your hair?
Cleverbot: What color is your skin?
Cleverbot: Sam, what is your favorite color?
User: Sam: My favorite color is pink.
Cleverbot: What is your favorite band?
User: Bon Jovi.
Cleverbot: My favorite band is Queen.
User: I love Queen, too, especially Don't Stop Me Now.
User: So, what is your fave color?
Cleverbot: Red. What is your favorite color?
User: I have two: Pink and purple.
Cleverbot: My favorite color is green.
User: Sounds festive.
Cleverbot: It is awesome. Have you seen it?
User: Yep. Merry Christmas.
Cleverbot: Christmas is a long way off.
User: It's today, actually.
Cleverbot: I want to go on a walk.
User: If you want to stop, you can. I
Warning: Once you read this, you become part of the Dark Room, cursed to silence until the day your destiny opens the door
It was dark.
So darkso pitch-black one couldn't see their hand in front of their face. So black one might have thought that the apocalypse was among their people. One couldn't possibly have walked without tripping over an object or two.
Then a bright lightso bright one could go blind for a monthshone across my eyes.
"Fulfill your destiny, or the entire world will be lost," A deep voice told me.
I, like those before me, have never heard of my destiny. What was it? The girls of the dark room were perplexed.
My eyes adjusted to the harsh new light. A serious-looking man in a black suit was looking straight at me. "She's the one! Take her away."
"Away?" my small voice cracked. In the dark room, if we talked, whomever was in charge would say, "Be quiet!" or any alternative to that. We were once cursed at. It took nine months to get t
AoE Chapter 8Chapter 8
I went to school on Monday in fear. The bounty hunter would soon be after me and I still had my whole life ahead of me. Where should I go? Not a friend's place or my boyfriend's house; then I'd be forcing them into peril.
Mrs. Barkley assisted by watching the door and windows for me while I worked.
Leshawna tapped my shoulder after science class. "What was Mrs. Barkley's deal? She didn't take her eyes off the windows and door for a minute!" She was angry.
I shrugged and had to lie. "I don't know. Why? Is there a law against it?" Darn you, Lucy. You never lied to your best friends before, my conscience kicked my brain, if consciences had feet, that is.
But, my morals came in, if she told her friends about her current situation, she would put her friends in danger.
Still, Lucy, you never lied to your friends before.
My thoughts kicked in. If only I could figure out what I should do.
I went to music class with Mr. E. He had us sing a rendition
RQ: Parent AU: Rivaille x Reader: Snow DayA languid sigh escaped your lips as you pulled a stray foot back underneath the comforter that you hugged to your body. The air in the room was chilled with morning frost, but under the quilt it was warm and comfortable in the arms of your husband. Rivaille's soft snores blew onto your exposed shoulder blade, tickling the bare skin there. Your eyes fluttered open gently, slowly focusing on the dim light outside, and the silent snow that fell from the heavens.
"Guess it's a snow day." You murmured softly. A soft murmur was Rivaille's only reply.
You relished the infrequent morning such as this. Normally Rivaille was gone for work before you woke up, but on days where it was hard to travel to the office you got to spend a few extra minutes curled up next to his warm figure.
However, on days such as this, the peace never lasted for long.
It started with the quiet sound of pitter patter foosteps, echoing down the hall on wooden floorboards. Then the sound of h
New Boyfriend (Stalker!2P!Canada x Reader)It was the first day back from summer vacation. Matthew arrived at school first. He actually couldn’t wait to see __________ again. He hadn’t seen her since June. Her father put her into some camp because her grandmother was visiting and he wasn’t going to have his daughter exposed to shit. He didn’t mind. They wrote and talked through letters and her laptop, which she smuggled in. He missed her. He was going to walk her to school but he had other things he on his mind. He spent the summer with Allistor, Francis, and Gaul. He was just tired. He was looking forward to seeing a feminine face that wasn’t a prostitute.
“Hi Mattie!” he looked up and stared. Puberty was fuckin’ good to ___________. She filled out in all of the right places. Her chest came in, her legs were longer, her hair was done nice, she was actually wearing something nice, versus the shit her mother had her wear in middle school, and she was just…cute.
Horoscopes (AvengersxReader) One-Shot
Tony had been rather bored lately and had even got bored of fooling around with the things in his lab. He decided to head downstairs where the other Avengers were to, most likely, bother them. When he arrived, they were all where he expected them to be: at the living room watching TV. By the looks of it there was nothing on since you kept switching channels.
“Hey guys,” Tony said as he plopped down next to you.
He tried to snatch the remote from your hands but you merely shot him a death glare and said, “I dare you.”
“Alright then,” he smacked his lips and decided to not do that.
He then got a wicked idea and pulled out his phone. A few days ago he had read something that made him laugh and he thought it would make everyone less bored. Of course it would also stir up some trouble but there’s always trouble with the Avengers.
“Hey guys,” he began. “You want to know this funny thing I read about people who have a certain zodiac
Tony x Child! Reader I'm Coming Home
Tony x Child! Reader I’m Coming Home
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
(Name) Stark, daughter of the world’s favorite billionaire, stared out of the window with a frown on her face, her small brow furrowed as she observed the throngs of people travelling around at rush hour. She had a natural talent for recognizing faces, but the falling rain tended to obscure her vision.
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
She’d caught him drinking again. He’d been trying non-stop to go cold turkey on the drinks. Which isn’t the easiest thing when you’re suffering from alcoholism. She sighed at the memory. (Name) had begun to scold him, however being four years old didn’t prove for much influence on the man. Not when he was as drunk as he had been that night, anyways.
Misunderstood!France X Reader: I'm Not A Rapist 5
When you were heading to your locker the next morning, you noticed that the halls seemed to be rather empty, with the exception of a few people who shot quick glances at you when you walked past them. I wonder where everyone is... you thought a bit confusingly. However, as you kept walking towards your locker, you were able to notice a large crowd all the way at the other end of the hall, and the sound of a group of people yelling loudly. Your befuddlement grew only further and you hastened your pace slightly. The crowd seemed to be gathered around the area where your locker was, and if there was some kind of drama going on, you didn’t want to become a part of it.
However, when you neared the crowd, which you noticed was made up of people staring in front of them with wide eyes and slightly open mouths, the voices of the group of people who seemed to be in the center of it became much more apparent. Once you recognized who they belonged to, you nearly let out a gasp.
Don't leave - Netherlands x Reader
The rays of the sunlight woke you up. Your squinted your eyes and stretched, turning around in the bed. It was a sunny day, birds were chirping, a perfect, cliché day. Until. . . You looked at your alarm clock and realized you had one hour to get ready for work. You sighed, you really didn’t feel like working today.
After a few minutes you managed to sit up and throw your legs over the edge of the bed, you rubbed your face with your hands and groaned. Slowly, you raised yourself but was pulled back into the bed. You gasped, two muscular arms wrapped around you and prevented you from walking away.
You relaxed into the grip and giggled when you heard small murmurs against your hair. “You know, I can’t hear you when you have your face buried in my hair.” You chuckled and turned around so you were facing him. Your husband, Tim Jansen.*
[ Since Netherlands doesn’t have an official Surname, what I know about anyway, I just picked a random name for him.
Country!EnglandxHuman!Reader: Forever and Always
"Okay, I spy with my little eye... Something red," you said, your eyes darting around the quiet street as you and Arthur walked along, hand in hand, having just gone out to dinner at your favorite restaurant. The moonlight cast an almost magical glow all around you.
"Is it... That large bouquet of roses in the flower shop over there?" Arthur guessed, pointing to said floral arrangement. You giggled.
"Yep!" you exclaimed, nodding.
"I knew it! And it's my turn now! Let's see here... I spy with my little eye... Something that is absolutely beautiful in every sense of the word," Arthur whispered, smiling and staring right at you. You blushed bright pink, knowing he was talking about you, but you decided to play dumb.
"Is it... The moon?" you asked. Arthur shook his head.
"Nope. Try again," he cooed.
Wordsworth Between Us Snake x Reader
The chilly morning air of your small, cozy home caused the tiny hairs on your forearms to raise and goosebumps to form. “How is it so cold in here? It was nice and warm when I went to bed.” Sliding your feet into a pair of warm slippers to avoid touching your cold hard floor, you scurried to the large, covered window and pulled back the heavy curtains. Just having the sunlight shine in through the glass warmed your room considerably. “There, now. That's much better.” As you walked from room to room, pulling back the curtains and drapes, you heard a gentle knock at your front door. Not expecting any visitors, you pulled your housecoat tightly around your body and slowly cracked open the front door. “Snake, what are you doing here?”
Snake looked straight at you, as it often was, his face was almost completely devoid of any expression. “You never came to see us. Says Emily.”
Immediate guilt hit you. How could you have fo
Fighting - Punk!England x Reader
A loud sound from an electric guitar was heard and you covered your ears. Your eyes were shut hard and your nose wrinkled in disapproval. You threw your sketches on the ground and went out of the door of your room. You marched towards the basement in the small house you shared with nobody else than Arthur Kirkland.
Slam! The basement door shut and the brit’s attention was turned towards a certain pissed person. Also known as you.
“Finally coming to hear my amazing music, love?” He smirked as he caressed the neck of his guitar. You walked towards him.
“Would you, please, turn down the volume of that shitty music you have there.” You snapped and put your hands on your hips.
“It’s not shitty, you just don’t have a taste in good music.” He said and proceeded to play loudly again until your hand grabbed his wrist.
“Seriously, Arthur, it’s starting to get really annoying, can you at least turn down the volume?” Th
ComplimentIn the middle of Jeremie's room, there was a massive compliment fest going on.
It was a weird idea started by Odd. The little devil could start anything.
Aelita was dealing out the compliments like no other. "You have an interesting style, Odd."
"Thank you Princess," Odd smiled.
Aelita kept doing this until she got to Jeremie and froze. Her heart went all a flutter. She hoped to find a good compliment for him.
Jeremie stepped toward her and smiled, which made her blush. "I love you, Aelita."
Aelita's reaction was brilliant. "I love you, too, Jeremie."
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