Missing pony reports are skyrocketing, and investigations are leading nowhere. The ordeal is causing panic among Equestrians. Little did everypony know, a particular research organization is to blame for these disappearances, and they continue to withhold information.

WARNING: THIS STORY (AND STORY DESCRIPTION) CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE MY LITTLE PONY: FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC SERIES. IT ALSO CONTAINS MANY SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS DEATH, TRAUMA, MENTAL HEALTH CRISES, AND IS DARK/ANGSTY IN GENERAL. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

This is a story I started a while ago on a different account. I figured it would be fun to pick up where it left off again, since I'm getting back into My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (commonly abbreviated as MLP, or more specifically, MLP:FiM). I watched this show over and over when I was younger, and though I haven't quite caught up on all the lore, I still deeply appreciate the role this series played in my childhood.

This story takes place during the earlier seasons of My Little Pony, before Twilight became a princess. This is to accommodate for my poor memory of the newer parts of the show, and because this is the time period I am most comfortable writing in.

For those questioning why I would write such evil angst about cute little ponies getting traumatized, killed off, and maybe even tortured, just know that this is a creative work and does not reflect on my values and morals as a person. Lots of people partake in the MLP fandom's darker side to cope with their own traumas, relieve personal tension and stress, and express themselves in their own unique way. Think of it as punching or screaming into a pillow.

Each chapter will have appropriate trigger warnings listed at the very top. As a general warning, though, this will be emotional and uncomfortable, and will most likely contain descriptions of gore, death, mental struggles, and more. If you are uncomfortable with any of the topics listed, do not continue reading, and find other material to keep you entertained. I am not responsible for your actions, nor your mental health, but I do want you to take care of yourself. You don't have to trigger yourself for any reason whatsoever. Put yourself first, always.

Have you ever challenged death ?

Well I have . His presence a cold embrace , deceitful comfort he provides . The adversary of mankind's strife , feeding us the lustrous illusion of Heaven in Earth , yet we all know the two separate world's will never mingle . For one is a reflection of the darkness the other is often not accounted for. Man are the dirt beneath Gods feet , yet we try all to tower over one another . I , however am not a man I  to become the sword at the God's necks .

That is the role I play.

A collection of artworks I draw as a personal hobby. My art style falls in the horror categories of surreal, body, or existential horror. This usually includes things like liminal spaces, deformed or uncanny creatures, and can be either symbolic or nonsensical depending on the end result.

It also falls into the categories of dark fantasy and anime from time to time. Most of my work will likely be anime, but I am hoping to achieve a more semi-realistic anime style that I can keep consistent, so you might see some realistic artworks as well.

I'm not a professional, at least not yet anyway, so some of my artwork might turn out very ugly, especially the speed drawings, which are the drawings I do in about 30 minutes.

Tarinelve is a dark, character-driven fantasy set in a fractured peninsula dominated by three warring human kingdoms. The story follows Roderich, a boy of mysterious heritage, as he is torn from his humble origins and thrust into a world of politics, magic, and beasts.

Prologue

A woman shatters the silence in the night with a bloodcurdling scream that awakens Tre. At first, he shutters and pulls the covers over his head, praying that whatever he heard was a figment of his imagination. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he hears the sound of the woman again, shrieking as if she’s been torn apart piece by piece. Tre begins to breathe faster and harder as each second passes. Underneath his legs, he feels the wet sheets soak in urine; the putrid smell enters his nostrils. He waits, terrified, whimpering like a prey cornered by its predator. The woman lets out one more screech, but this time cut off, followed by a thud and an eerie silence.

Tre stayed hidden for a time, listening and hearing nothing. He doesn’t hear any movement, no creaks from the weight of an intruder on the floorboards, no more screaming or even the slightest hint of life on the other side of the door, absolutely nothing. He waits a little longer and then begins to lower the covers from over his head. All of a sudden, blue and red lights start flashing, getting brighter and brighter as each second passes. He takes the covers off and swings his legs over the side of the bed, trying to quietly place his right foot and then his left on the wooden floor. Tre begins to put all his weight on the wooden floor, and it starts to creak as he takes each step toward his bedroom door.

Once he reaches the door, he leans in; his ear rests on the wooden surface and listens for anything, indicating life on the other side. Tre hears nothing, so he opens the door and pokes his head out before entering the hallway. He finds a bloody handprint to the right of his door that is smeared and leads around the corner to his parent’s bedroom. Before going around the corner, he waits a few moments before passing the hallway to the kitchen. He looks on both sides of the wall and sees a trail of blood leading into their bedroom.

As Tre passes the kitchen, he can see a police cruiser and its lights flashing in his driveway. He wants to run out and get the police officer but instead decides against it. The boy makes his way into the vicinity outside of his parent’s bedroom and sees the door slightly ajar with blood smeared on the door handle. His instinct is to call for his parents, “Mom… Dad…” Neither of them answered. “Mom… Dad… Are you okay?” The gut feeling Tre had was gravitating toward the worst possible explanation imaginable. After not receiving a response again, he begins to cry as he steps closer and closer to their room. “Please, answer me.” He goes to push the door open and jumps as he hears the sound of hard knocking at his front door. “This is Officer James. We received a 911 call from this address. Is there anyone home?” Tre doesn’t answer, and he can’t answer. He’s stricken with fear.

The officer knocks again, “If you don’t answer, I’ll be forced to enter the premises. Is there anyone…” Tre’s attention gets pulled away as he hears a snarling behind him. He becomes paralyzed, refusing to turn around and confront what lies behind him. Gradually, he begins to turn his head and sees a beast staring at him with bright yellow, a goldish iris surrounding its pupils. He continues to scan the creature from head to toe and notices blood dripping from its mouth, “Hello, Tre.” The beast smiles and reveals its teeth, soaked in blood. “We warned your parents, and they refused to give you up. They ignored our demands and showed no fear when threatened.” The beast's hands clenched, its claws digging into his palms. “My masters will not be ignored if they ask for anything; there should be no hesitation or resistance in getting what they want.” Tre stood there, unable to move, unable to speak, as he watched the beast’s blood dripping from his palms.

“Since I’ve removed your parents from the equation, I suggest you come with me.” The two stared at each other, allowing the silence to fill the ever-shrinking hallway. His fear turned into defiance. His parents had risked and lost their lives, refusing to give him up. Even though he was just a teenager, Tre knew he had a choice, and he would rather die than be taken away, giving this beast and its masters the satisfaction of getting what they wanted. The beast grinned, tilting its head sideways. “I ask you not to be foolish and believe you have a choice. Make this easy on both of us; no one wants more blood to be spilled.”

Suddenly, the front door was kicked in, and he saw a flash of light. “Holy fucking shit! What is that?!” Bullets started flying towards Tre and the beast; multiple bullets ripped through it while a stray hit Tre in his left arm. “This is Officer James!! I need backup at—”. In the blink of an eye, the beast dashed forward and slit the Officer’s throat from ear to ear. The Officer's eyes grew wide with shock, and fear spread across his face. He reached his neck with both hands and fell to his knees. He tried to speak, but only gurgling from the blood filling his throat was audible. The beast walked up to him and placed its hand around his, pulling his hair back and exposing the neck as blood poured faster and faster from his wound. The last thing Tre saw was the Officer moving his lips, mouthing the words “Run.” The beast then pulled upwards, removing the Officer’s head from its body, and with a loud thud, the Officer hit the floor, and Tre sprinted for the back door.

The devil wants his revenge.

A soon to be dragon ball x fnaf game.

Vegeta is the main character.

It contains horror, swearing, and angst

Please consider: English is not my native language!

This story was originally made by akira toriyama and scott .

Characters are not mine ( except for few )

THIS IS A DRAGON BALL X FNAF AU

Charles Alexander Worce III, once respected as the High-Exarch of Worcestershire and before that as Grand-General, finds himself grappling with the bitterness of being forgotten. With his years slipping away and having nothing to show for a lifetime devoted to service because of the new Earl, Worce begins to tell the tale of the Coalition War.

Yet another post-apocalyptic marching band story, featuring relatively the same people/names as my other one "ashes of eden" but with a completely different plotline.

Hello! If you!re reading this welcome! I’m still writing the book, but I decided to do this early. This is a BL (Boys love, GAY) book, and it’s PG-13 This book might be a long one and might take time to upload, so please wait! Also, about this book:

Tittle: LoveSick Story

Written: KryoLian

Time: Modern Times

Genre: Romance, adventure, angst, BL

Status: ongoing

Main Characters: Akihiko & Kage.

Side Characters: not yet.

About Characters:

Name: Akihiko Fukumoto. Gender: Male. Age: 25. Birthday: March 10. Height: 183 cm.

Likes: Kage?? Spicy food, pets (mostly cats), kids (not in a weird way), reading, writing, sleeping, fighting, spring, nature, walking, sweets, singing, dancing, music, Kage’s voice?? Kage’s big viney hands??

Dislikes: Kage?? Smelly stink things, waking up early, work, homophobic people, pedos, dirty people, rats, spiders, beans, disgusting food, broccoli, bugs/insects (some)

Name: Kage Noa. Gender: Male. Age: 27. Birthday: Dec 27. Height: 277 cm.

Likes: Akihiko?? Dogs, quietness, alone, sleeping, bed, fighting, robbing, killing, writing, walking, jumping buildings, looking at the sunset/moon, music, singing, noodles, smoking/vaping, bugs/insects, Akihiko’s voice? Akihiko’s small hands? Akihiko’s smile? Akihiko’s eyes? Akihiko’s laugh? Akihiko scared? Calling Akihiko “Peach”? Akihiko’s blush?

Dislikes: Akihiko?? Kids crying, annoying people, nosey people, dirty people, homophobic people, pedos, waking up early, beans, stinky smell, Akihiko hurt?? Akihiko crying?? Akihiko sacred?? Akihiko being stupid, Akihiko being annoying, Akihiko being talkative.

⚠️UPDATE COMING SOON⚠️

A short horror story.

A little boy, named Arthur unfortunately was a member of The Donnor Party...and was forced to eat his own family to survive. And...a tragic circumstance had a tragic result.

(Content warnings: Cannibalism, violence, murder of infants, starvation, The Donnor party, death, starving to death, turning into a wendigo. This is told by the adult Arthur, over a century after a helpless little boy was changed forever.)

Two beautiful souls met their undesired fate as the past came crawling in into their slumber romance moment