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I'm leaving the pony fandom;
I'm done with all the gossiping and the bitching,
The back-stabbing and the gender-switching
Between people who pretend they're something
They're not. [5]
I'm getting out of the fandom;
I'm sick of its porn and its gore,
Its darker side and its desire for more
To join the herd of egotistical pricks
Like them. [10]
I'm tired of this fandom;
I'm bored by endless proverbs and morals,
By the puffed-up glands of internet quarrels
Of who loves and tolerates in greater amounts
And wins. [15]
I've had it with this fandom;
I'm hateful towards drama and exaggeration,
Towards those who react to every situation
That comes about and fucks with their next
Great idea. [20]
I've given up with this fandom;
I'm leaving DeviantArt and deactivating my account,
Leaving behind my reputation and getting out
Of this mess of a culture of childish
New-borns. [25]
Well, I'm still in this fandom;
I decided to give it another shot,
Because without the bitching and the clop
Culture, and the drama and the preaching
That surrounds me like vultures, [30]
I have nothing to complain about,
Which doesn't suit me well.
I'm done with all the gossiping and the bitching,
The back-stabbing and the gender-switching
Between people who pretend they're something
They're not. [5]
I'm getting out of the fandom;
I'm sick of its porn and its gore,
Its darker side and its desire for more
To join the herd of egotistical pricks
Like them. [10]
I'm tired of this fandom;
I'm bored by endless proverbs and morals,
By the puffed-up glands of internet quarrels
Of who loves and tolerates in greater amounts
And wins. [15]
I've had it with this fandom;
I'm hateful towards drama and exaggeration,
Towards those who react to every situation
That comes about and fucks with their next
Great idea. [20]
I've given up with this fandom;
I'm leaving DeviantArt and deactivating my account,
Leaving behind my reputation and getting out
Of this mess of a culture of childish
New-borns. [25]
Well, I'm still in this fandom;
I decided to give it another shot,
Because without the bitching and the clop
Culture, and the drama and the preaching
That surrounds me like vultures, [30]
I have nothing to complain about,
Which doesn't suit me well.
Literature
Scootaloo's Song
I never thought I'd never fly,
I never expected Dashie to die
The only one who could teach me
Has passed beyond this reality
I flex my wings, never to be used at all
And tears began to silently fall
The only teacher I thought worthy
Is gone for all eternity
I'm too depressed to go on
I hope you'll miss me when I'm gone.
I never really flew, I never tried
Over these mistakes I rarely cried
Dashie never wanted to teach me
And never will, sadly
Equestia was wide, too late to try
I really wish Dashie survived
My only goal, in this short life
Was to get her to teach me flight
I never thought I'd never fly
I never expected Dashie
Literature
Welcome Home
MY LITTLE POEM
Ponies with Ayreon[Click here for the accompanying song] Welcome Home
Bathing in prismatic light
Awaking free at last
Able to move on my own, I'm back in control
Only blurred memories left
Glimpses of the past
In my dreams I still walk the surface of Moon
I saw my home
From where I stood
What once was my home
From my thousand-year room
Isolated on the Moon
Locked within the abyss of time
A voice echoed in my mind
A shadow reflecting life
Resentful thoughts enslaved my soul, my heart
How did it wish to break free
Torment the world once seen
How did I wish it to leave my soul, my heart
Long yea
Literature
Solitude Feast
MY LITTLE POEM
Ponies with Tristania [Click here for the accompanying song] Solitude Feast
Balloons, streamers,
Pastries left marred
Candlelit the night
For a party of lone reject
Her treats denied
Dismissed behind her back
They left her out
Upset she lies, caters the fest
In solitude
Abandoned she feasts
Once friends
They liked her, enjoyed her games and plays
Like leper now
Those backstabbers, liars,
Cowards, avoid her
Alone you're left
alone you're left
alone you're left
alone you're left
alone you're left
"Why won't they care
without my friends
I've nothing l
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This is directed towards every brony who has ever threatened to leave the MLP fandom, only to pussy out. However, it's also something of a personal sentiment.
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There's a Hole in my Lyra (Down Below) "Written from the Venerable Earl... to the concerned party,
It has come to my attention that with grave discourse many have seemingly adopted a negative stance towards the recent pony plush-toy range with the custom-cut vagina. I contend that such a plush has every right to exist and that those negatively disposed towards it are failing to see the multitudinous benefits to its existence. Firstly, and with the greatest of importance, may I add, I strongly argue that this plush-toy is no less acceptable than any other erotic image or work of fiction designed with the primary objective of helping a brony to reach a satisfying climax. In fact, I
An Admonition to the Reluctant Clopper By drawing out his fleshy tool,
He half-invites to be taken for a fool,
When reluctance fails to help him repent,
Nor escape from his practice of personal torment.
By crying loud for help to avoid this lewdness, [5]
He opts for the route of faithful shrewdness;
To give up clopping, he says with sincerity,
Would help return to a previous prosperity.
His life oft-regarded for such a precious thing,
Now amorously enslaved by the hopeless sting [10]
At the tip of his member when he surfs for smut,
And suffocates himself for sexual glut.
Resolutions on the cusp of every New Year
Fail to draw him from his state of despair:
(Fo
The Great Fandom Debate I was on the internet in Springtime in a very secluded corner when I heard an obsessive and an abstainer holding a great debate. Their argument was fierce, passionate, and vehement, sometimes sotto voce, sometimes loud; and each of them swelled with rage against the other and let out all their anger, and said the very worst they could think of about the other's character, and especially they argued strongly against each other's passion.
The abstainer began the argument in the corner of a forum and perched on a high pedestal---there was plenty of distance around it--- behind an impenetrable thick wall. He was all the happier because of the wa
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Dude, can i make this a song?