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She thought she was going have nervous breakdown. How could this happen to her? She just wanted that rare flower. But no, she got this instead. A giant crystal with King Sombra in it. Great, just great. She should just leave right now and let other ponies deal with it. This was not her cup of tea. But before the mare could take another step away, a booming voice nearly made her jump out of her coat.
"You. Mare. Come here." Nope. Nope nope nope. Just walk away, just walk away. "Are you deaf, mare? I said come." A magic force appeared around her, taking her back to where the king was standing. "Your name, wench?" Oh no he didn't.
"Excuse you! I am no wench! Now put me down!" The mare's horn gave out a pathetic light blue spark. The king rolled his eyes and set her down.
"Your name." She just gave him a glare she wasn't going answer him until he said sorry. "You are testing my patience, mare." She stayed silent. "...I'm sorry I called you wench."
"Thank you. My name is Toxic Tears" One of
The cold nipped at her hide legs; actually it was nipping at any part of her that was exposed. She had to do this; she had to find that flower. Maybe, just maybe that flower we be the thing to cure her. Using her magic she tightened up her scarf. The mare giving out a huff before going back to trudging through the snow; trying to keep her in contact with the ground. Behind her was the Crystal Empire that looked rather toasty. No she couldn't think of that right now. It felt like she was walking for hours and making no progress. Giving a quick glance she had gone farther than she thought. As the blue colored mare moved forward the wind picked up and so did the snow. This just wasn't fair. She should've brought some pony with her but she wasn't the friendly type. Giving a quick look at her map she knew she was close to the flower. But what her map didn't tell her that there was this big crystal in her way. It was odd for crystal all the way out here. That it had blackish tint to it. Curi
Item #: P3T (“Patches”)
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Subject needs to be kept in a four by five meter room with jean fabric on all walls; floors are carpet. It can have any type of lighting or any temperature.
Subject request small couch made of various materials. Granted.
Subject request to see SCP-D13 once a week. Granted.
Subject resembles a small boy with snow white hair and looks like it has stitches on its mouth. SCP-P3T is 1.06 m. tall and 22.6 kg. Its eye color is unknown as it will not allow scientists to look at its eyes. It wears an orange jacket with one sleeve shorter than the other. It has multiple patches fabric over its body to replace skin. Wears grey blind fold whenever scientist are in the containment room, must knock on door before entering. It wears pink socks; don’t remove under any circumstances. It has no feet, socks filled with cotton.
Body parts are very sensitive, and sometimes fall off. Subject can
Rage In The LakeJust watching you dwellers walk around
But can’t you sea that I’m stuck in this lake
I’m stuck because I can’t breathe up there
No one pays attention to me because I’m quiet
You people make my fins flare up in anger
With your role-playing and filling up your quadrants
But there is nobody in here
In my little lonely lake
I try to talk to you all but you people push me aside
I’m just a stupid lake dweller and I don’t know anyfin
Yeah I know I can be a little slow
I sometimes to forget to breathe
But that doesn't give you the reason to look down at me
I know I’m a little odd but I’m higher than you all expect one
I’m king of the lakes so don’t think I go easy on you
You are not aware of my rage that is build up in this lake
Man in woman's shoesWhen she looks in the mirror she sees a man.
His head held up high and he has whatever he dared to dream.
But when she looks down she sees a woman.
Whose head is tilted and barely even there.
She urges to be this man she sees.
But what will her family think?
What will her boyfriend think?
Will she have to find a new family, a new loved one?
A man walking in woman's shoes
That's what she feels.
A man that has to wear woman clothing.
A man that bleeds once a week each month.
A man that has been knocked down because he’s the opposite gender.
Where people think he can’t survive on his own because breast lay upon his chest.
Where wearing makeup is the only thing that can make him pretty or beautiful.
All he wants is to live in world where he can actually be a man and not a woman.
That’s all she, no he, wants.
A world that can love him for him.
Not where he gets knocked down and beaten for wanting to change.
Thurkear miirikKwi nhee vrak hush
Sia nhee dretri
Ssifisv dout saurivic vur wurunwa di aurix
Ssifisv dout fothisev acht wer svant
Si geou ssejinw wer l'graic mrith sia nhee miirik
Hush sia danthe thric rigluin ekess l'gra
Dask geou troth jacioniv vrak
Jaka ssifisv vur wurunwa di aurix
Si geou clax wer whedabra vur fold
Xurwk mitne sari coi
Vi isk ihk wux
Vi regipre mel'thurkear
Ssifisv sia moxt vrak
Vi z'ar treskri itheikic persvek wer z'ar mitne
Nhee vrak ssifisv
Mobi thric dril ekess resist
Dask nishka troth persvek wer thurkear
Wurunwa di aurix nhee vrak
Guilds LandsBeca– Land of Trance and Rot
Typhon - Land of Treasure and Junk
Nick – Land of Shine and Shrooms
Caseie – Land of Holes and Henge
Adin – Land of Nails and Traps
Dianea – Land of Opposites and Hay
Tomm – Land of Veils and Rubies
• (EC) Land of Sweets and Rainbows
• (ECK) Land of Abandonment and Balance
• (EK) Land of Carnivals and Nightmares
Andy – Land of Cobblestone and Forest
Oaky – Land of Gardens and Vibration
Guilds QuadrantsBeca -
Matesprit: None (Wants Tomm)
Ditch DemonsShe tried to climb out but nothing work
Her nails digging into the dirt walls
Her face beaten up
Blood slowly dripping from her mouth
All she wanted was to be happy
But she was thrown in the ditch
Beaten and crushed
Only to be left with her monsters
Spitting out words and curses
Them repeating negativity that was coming
Digging their nails into her back
Sorrow and agony being injected into her veins
No matter how much she screamed
No one came to save her
Just left her there
Hurt and bleeding
In TimeI wait:
underneath my thoughts,
through its riverbeds.
tears fall into dry banks
memories fill them.
pragmaticthat falling star will burn a hole
right through your pocket
and then where will you be?
foolish patchwork prince
burnt fingers and blistered thumb
no closer to your dreams
no farther from your nightmares
...Tension, is building between
our bones; cracking
these boundaries that bind
[lets not get lost in the moment
Our Wayward Starsguide the specimen
through the maze
and through the rain
rinsing our clothes
like they're still on fire
and somewhere, well
they probably are
and you pray
like tomorrow itself
is the fuel
that empties our dark places
like what lives there
goes away at dawn
but it doesn't
and i pray
like tonight itself
is the dark
that fuels our light
like what lives in each
feeds the ugly other
and it might
but, we're all prey
and the dream itself
is the place where
our chemical flames
hit the surface
flailing as we sink
in panicked clothes
from a distance
we must look like
lost, accepting the
drowning slow burn
of our descent
we look like what we are
MoreWith a broken heart- you’ll starve
All the love you’ll receive will drip out
And constantly you’ll be ‘needing’ more.
melting i've kept a philanthropist
chained to a metal desk
he's starved to the ribs, smeared
in hate and loathing,
starving and sensitive.
i watch his eyes,
melted silver pills
stretched between two little pits.
today, i'll unlock him.
give him a blanket
offer him coffee,
and a fresh heart
(i can spare a pulse)
love is a medicine
that will never cost a thing
Love's FearHe holds her,
maybe he is ready
to talk about love.
He takes a breath.
She takes a breath.
She is not ready for love,
her heart is cold;
left from a frozen wasteland of a childhood,
she can not receive his love.
He takes another breath,
maybe its not the right time,
He noticed she was upset,
the scars on her arms left a trail
to her heart.
He is unsure.
She is unsure.
Maybe love is possible,
a hug can go a long way in life
thawing ones insides.
Chewing the half moons of his fingers.
Chewing the half ways of her fingers.
He sighs, ready to take the big step,
lightly taps her on the shoulder;
he is now ready he thinks.
He opens his mouth to speak.
She opens her mouth to speak.
Helping handsDrowning the fears
Drowning the yells
Drowning the sorrow
Drowning the drama
I think I have surely fallen
But I feel hands trying to stop my fall
These hands are my friends
They are afraid to lose me to my self
They know that I can not be trusted when I'm depressed
They are the only ones who I really think care
They never gave up on me and never will
I thank them for that
For I know if it wasn't for them I would not be here
I would be in the deepest part of hell
Burning all alone
I great to have friends
But sometimes I do wish I didn't
Too see where I would've end up
But I shall never know for I can never leave them
They're to dear to me
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