Cute, edgy and sad emo ponies thread.
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that's Deep Rest, she born in the same way as Eri
Shit got a lot bigger in your absence.
>tfw haven't drawn much emo pone cause lack of ideas
Anyways, bipedal Eri cause I wanted to practice bipedal pone a bi.
That's a top job m8.
>Anyways, bipedal Eri cause I wanted to practice
that's a nice coincidence
This is a big ass coincidenceand because i was already working on it.
Yay for Connie
Skull practice with Hiki
Anybody have any /r/'s they want done? I've missed doing stuff for this thread.
Eri is sad because anon didn't come to her Christmas party. Sorry it's rushed I have to get up early tomorrow
More skull practice
now with Bella.
alt in my memeblr
Part one of a /r/
>Miss Eri writing poetry on her desk
why? I'm really curious
>all this content
holy shit guys, you really wanted a eri thread
This is a gift for the afterman
Applebutt, sadbutt and batbutt
we love our little sad horse
And last skull practice
Why there's someone always asking this?
Eri, Hiki and probably Addie are probably the only two full emo... The others are just depressed to the point of no return.
what you think?
So...I just want to make an announcement that I've dropped both stories I started writing for this thread (Paper Cut and Anon story, Connie/Eri music story). However, I will take 1 or 2 more drawing /r/s before leave for good. After I do this, I'm done as far as /emo/ goes. I thought I would at least let you guys know.
One of the main reasons for this is that I've simply lost interest in this concept. Emo pones was cool in its infancy, but I grew bored of it; It's hard to write for it. I couldn't possibly imagine writing anymore for here. I've even tried to continue these stories, but I just can't.
So, give me some good final requests, and I'll do my best.
God, I hate namefagging
Thanks again, Lazer
okay man, we understand
we will see you
I felt inspired
Thanks for the welcome guys. Sorry I don't have anything to provide yet. I am going to continue Drowning Lessons. I'll probably do some one-shots too. Uh, I guess I'll have to get to know all these other emos there are now.
Is this an Armor For Sleep reference? (Car Underwater)
Dude that sucks. Shame to see you go. Good luck with your other stuff.
>Her beauty is enrapturing
>Even if she does not see it
>Her bright pink eyes are soft and warm
>Even if she does not see them
>Her smile is infectious whenever it appears
>Even if she does not think so
>Her sorrowful past weighs her down
>And it's the only thing she admits is true
>Her beauty is enrapturing
>Her bright pink eyes are soft and warm
>Her smile is infectious whenever it appears
It will be really awkward when you realize that most of the people on /emo/ are not actually emos
So, post sad music!
>I am going to continue Drowning Lessons. I'll probably do some one-shots too
>continuing the story
Welp, here it is. I hope you enjoy this final /emo/ request. It's been fun drawing and writing for here. I wish you guys the best and keep an eye out for me here on /mlp/. I hope you enjoy!
Have a good trip afterm8
Don't talk to strangers, eat your vitamins and say your prayers.
for the love of god, tell me you did more
How the fuck a thread about a sad little horse can have so many amazing artists?
So she's a nurse, you say... I have a thing for nurses and happen to be one.
Would there be interest for a story about Deep Rest in her working environment? Or is there already a story about this?
>Would there be interest for a story about Deep Rest in her working environment?
That'd be pretty great.
>Or is there already a story about this?
The closest thing I can think of is a part of Slowanon's story, but even then, it wasn't the main point of the story and I think was kind of brief.
>Or is there already a story about this?
Codexes is working in the origin story
and bambi wrote a
beta power fantasy>rape green >search it, i'm still angry because that green
>but it's uh.. fetishy.
where the fuck you think you are?
Okay then, a nurse Deep Rest story it will be. Not going to start on it until the day after tomorrow or so.
How would you describe her personality? Or is she a blank slate?
she's kinda emo, but she cares for her friends.
she likes to heal people apparently, but she has hematomania, and likes some cuddling.
the book she carries is filled with the lethal parts of a pony, so she tries to hide it.
So a caring emo-cuddlebug with a kink for blood? Neat.
And the book she carries around with her is an anatomy book I assume? Or did she write it herself?
Thanks, gonna read it later. Im working right now.
>how old would Bella and Hiki be?
Bella, a rebellious and idiotic girl who also is a wrestling fan... probably she has 20 years.
considering how horny she isshe must have 17 years.
>How old would Anon and Eri be?
I don't know how age works on horses but the possibility of a Milf Eri is making me rock hard.
somescrub sketched a anthro Eri
full pic here:
I remember some time ago I said I might do some more blood drawings.
>using blood to draw
Edgy, and what the fuck is wrong with this thread?
What was everyone's favorite /emo/ment of 2015? Mine was the thread where DR was created.
Maybe this year will be better...
Maybe it will, maybe it won't. As long as you make the best of it all will just turn out fine.
Cheers and a happy new year!
happy new year faget
>so, how was the new year?
i was working
Starting on the Deep Rest story somewhat soon. If i can get over the hard part
finding a good beginningyou will have something to read tonight.
Also post more emo pone. I need to fill a folder.
Another thing: Anon... Yes or no?
Gonna post the prelude somewhat soon. Stay tuned.
>Deep Rest taking a deep nap
yes, but i will do that later.
>Once again you find yourself before the entrance of this dreadful cave you've learned to hate and despise in your short life.
>Formless shadows creep out of its dark maw and try to drag you inside with ethereal claws, their touch draining your body of all its life-giving warmth.
>A sensation that is oh so familiar for you now.
>With a shake of your hooves you break their hold on you and banish them back to the murky depths.
>Maybe you will succeed this time?
>There is only one way to find out, isn't there?
>One last time you check the things you have brought with you to aid you on this dangerous journey:
>An old, worn out woollen coat... Tattered to the point of complete uselessness, but it will provide you with at least some protection against the things that lurk in there.
>A pouch full of medicinal herbs and bandages... Enough to stop minor bleedings and maybe treat some small cuts but nothing more.
>And last but not least...
>The hoofblade that dangles from your side. Its blade may be dull and rusty, but it is still sharp enough to bring down any creature that you may encounter in this sombre hell.
>If it doesn't overwhelm you first that is... You're just a pony after all.
>That's what your father always said... You're just a pony.
"I'm just a pony..."
>They were his last words to you...
"I'm just a po-pony..."
>Something wet rolls down your cheek and drops down to the dusty soil, its ever so quiet impact ripping you out of your world of thoughts.
"N-No... I'm fine... Fine... I'm ready."
>No use in revelling in old memories...
>Filling your lungs with the cold, foul smelling air, you wipe your face clean and take your first step into the all devouring darkness ahead of you.
>And it is just like you remember it to be...
>Twisted, malformed stalactites adorn the ceiling, soaking your coat with the fetid liquid they extrude and clusters of sickly green glowing mushrooms litter the slick ground.
>You know that they will eventually lead you to that what you seek here, but even they are a threat to your well being.
>One step taken too close to them and they will taint the air with their toxic spores, dooming you to a slow death and a fate as their next generation's source of nourishment.
>In fact... Each cluster is one of your former incarnations who found its end in a different yet nevertheless very gruesome way.
>Grotesque worm-like creatures inhabit the many holes that perforate the cave's walls... Like this deformed and sucked dry corpse of you had to learn.
>Her... Your... No... Her head is still lodged firmly into the round crack and you can hear the beast that dwells in it indulging on what little flesh still might be on it.
>A cold shiver runs down your spine and you increase your pace to leave this terrible sight behind you as fast as you can.
>Your mind shuts down as you do this and switches to autopilot, directing you somewhat safely through this treacherous terrain.
>So many times you had to traverse it... So it's no wonder you know it like the back of your hoof.
>You arrive at a small cavern that you know is safe and come instinctively to a halt, allowing yourself to recollect your senses before you carry on.
>But no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to get those sickening noises of the worm's jagged mandibles out of your head.
>Like... It's still gnawing on your soft flesh... Right next to you.
>In an instant your hoof find its way to the hoofblade's strap and once you can feel the brass locks on it snap shut, you lunge out and stab at the source of the noise.
>With a blood curdling scream the disgusting monster pounces at you but instead perishes on the tip of your raddled blade.
>The oh so familiar sound of forged steel meeting defenceless tissue invades your ears and you watch the worm's death throes as it still tries to get hold of you.
>From side to side it wildly flails around in a blood crazed fury, snapping at you with desperate bites of its massive mandibles but no amount of aggression brings it any closer to its goal and soon all strength leaves its form and it goes limp.
>Carefully you shove it off your weapon and take a few steps back.
>Those things are smart enough to feign their death... Another thing you had to learn the hard way.
>But luckily it seems to be dead...
>Agitated and trembling like crazy, you plop down on your haunches and sigh in relief.
>This could have ended very, very badly... You don't want to die like this again.
>You take several deep breathes until you feel calmer and then take a look at the dark passage that lies ahead of you.
>From here... It's not too far any more.
>Five or ten minutes give or take... That's it.
>Then you will come upon your destination and confront the terror that guards and tortures it once more.
>And maybe... Just maybe... You can finally put an end to all this.
>Slowly you get on your four hooves again and continue your journey through this saturnine labyrinth.
>For the moment you stowed the hoofblade away again... You can't walk with it anyway.
>If you were an unicorn this... Everything would be so much easier.
>Perhaps you even would have been able to prevent your...
>No. Don't think like that. You're just a pony after all.
>And a foal back then at that too... Even as an unicorn you wouldn't have been able to prevent shit.
>You would have been just as useless as you were back then and are now.
"Useless... Worthless... Feckless..."
>Nothing has changed since your last visit here... You neither have grown physically nor mentally. What makes you think you have a chance now?
>She... It... She... It... She... It...
>It will just tear you to shreds before you even can grasp what happen just like all those times you faced her before.
"No... Not her... It."
>"That's a lie and you know it."
>An ear piercing laughter echoes through the narrow stony corridor and from the corner of your eye you can see a shadowy figure slowly taking form.
>"How endearing... Got nothing new? Last time you at least tried to murder me with that pathetic excuse for a sword."
>It titters and swirls around you, its ghostly body leaving burning marks and re-opening old scars wherever it touches you.
>"Mhmm~ I love it when you bleed. You like it too, don'tcha Rest?"
>You stay quiet, knowing that feeds of your anger and despair and that it will go away once you reach the end of this godforsaken cave.
>"Aww, come on. I'm not even teasing you, my dear.", it cackles, "Okay... Maybe a just a teeny weeny tiny bit! But that's a given between good friends, isn't it?"
"You're not my friend. Get lost!"
>The shadow giggles and settles down on your back, idly stroking your mane with its deathly cold claw.
>"I just want to talk... It can get so awfully lonely in here, yunno?", it taps your head, "Lets chat the nightmare away!"
"Not interested.", you coldly state.
>"Don't be like that, Resty Besty... I even shooed all those other nasty beasties away, just so we can talk in peace!"
>"Just imagine I'm your best... How do you ponyfolk call this? Friend? Yeah! I think that's it!", it lets out another cackle, "Just imagine I'm your best friend and tell me what cute colt currently occupies your mind or some shit like that."
"None of your business. Now leave me alone, you fiend."
>"Fiend?! That's a new one! And you're right... That's none of my business. Not like anypony could love you anyways. So I guess I would just waste my time trying to talk with you about this."
"Bugger off... Please... Just leave."
>"Hmm... Did I strike a nerve there? I think I did!", the shadow triumphantly laughs, "Aren't you just a poor little filly? Can't find her true love and stallions are only ever interested in her body... Most of them can't even satisfy that perverted little kink of yours!"
>It pushes itself off of you and flies in front of you, shooting you a wide, misty grin.
>"I mean... Blood?! Who in the name of those whores you call gods is into blood? I bet you get all hot and bothered down there when you're changing bandages!"
"That's... That's not true! I'm... I'm a..."
>"Good nurse?!", it interrupts you, "Hell you are! Couldn't even save that colt last week! He died ever so sweetly far, far away from his parents!"
>The shadow clutches your head tightly and forces you to meet its blood red gaze.
>"You didn't even bother to soothe his pain..."
"He... A... A manticore stung him! Painkillers don't..."
>"P-Pai-Painkillers d-don't work f-for manticore p-poison!", it apes you, "Don't give me that shit! You enjoyed watching him suffer, you insolent bitch!"
"NO!", you scream out and break away from its cold grasp.
>As you rapidly increase the distance between you and the shadow, you can her it manically laughing
>You know that it won't follow you any more now... It already has achieved what it wanted to achieve.
>And like the dumb foal you are, you couldn't do anything against it.
>You never can...
>It's stronger than you... Smarter too.
>Your mind switches once again over to autopilot and you let your hooves guide you.
>Hopefully something catches you so this nightmare can finally end.
>The sooner the better...
>After a short yet very exhausting sprint, you come to a halt and take a moment to catch your breath again.
>Your coat is damp from sweat and matted with blood, giving you that unclean feeling you hate so much.
>The things you would give right now for a shower or just a bucket of water...
>Soon enough this will be over and you can wash all this filth off your body.
>With a shake of your head and a shiver down your spine, you regain your senses and look at the gate wreathed in mist in front of you.
>You've made it... Finally.
>Behind this fog-shrouded portal awaits you the reason why you undertook this foolish journey in the first place.
>How many times have you stood before it now? Thirty? Forty? Perhaps even fifty times?
>It doesn't matter... You won't be able to overcome what lurks behind it anyway.
>Just like all those times before...
>The shadow has sapped all your will to fight away... That is its only intention and purpose in this hellish dreamscape.
"I don't feel ready..."
>Nevertheless you step forward and put a hoof on the cold wooden gateway, slowly but steadily pushing it open.
>Piece by piece you reveal the familiar glade that somehow exists in this cave and begin to look around in it.
>Like the cave it is always the same... Never changing, never altering itself.
>Morbid, distorted trees with vivid orange leaves bound it and a small lilac stream flows through the cyan greensward, splitting it in two.
>And in it's centre lies an old stallion... His form devoid of any colour and signs of life.
>An anthracite mare, far taller than you and abnormally thin, straddles over your father, filling her bloated belly with blood that she drains from him with her grotesque, bladed tongue.
>From each of her hooves sprout several wickedly sharp claws. Sharp enough to cut through rock and even the blade of your weapon.
>Neither a mane nor a tail adorns her body... Long, spiky scales replace them and provide further offensive potential and some extra protection for her.
"This is it...", you whisper to yourself.
>Strapping on the hoofblade to your right hoof, you start to gradually approach her. Gulping with every step you take.
>She doesn't notice you... She never does. For that she's too occupied with sucking your father's life essence out of him.
>So you always get the first strike, but it never is of any help to you.
>Perhaps this time..?
>You've faced her countless times by now... And you have analysed each encounter afterwards if you could remember it and wrote what you learned down in your little book.
>Her cranium is too thick to penetrate with your blade thanks to her spines... So is her thorax... But you had some success with cutting the beast at her barrel and legs.
>Especially wounding the latter seemed to bother her somewhat fierce.
>The irony is not lost on you...
>So if you ju-
>* crack *
>Roused out of her blood letting trance by the sound of you stepping on a twig, her head shoots around and she stares at you with tear-stained eyes and blood-smeared maw.
>Your tear-stained eyes and your blood-smeared maw...
>She lets out a piercing shriek and pounces on you, her forelegs spread wide and ready to impale you with their claws.
>Before you could even jump to the side or defend yourself in any other way, the world goes black and all your senses leave you one by one.
That's it. Like I said its a bit weird and strange but that's only the prologue. Things get more normal from this point on.
I'm going to update this probably every two days or so.
But tell me what you think of it so far.
i'll be waiting the next part
something happened, but i'm not sure if i want to know
Toon Connie Amore
She is a qt
Yeah... She died. Or did she ^:)?
Thanks. More tomorrow or so. I work on another story right now too, so I try to alternate writing on them. But sometimes I can't find time to write due to work, so it can be that I have to postpone updates.
Pretty much the same. Maybe a bit more ruffled and dirtier.
cute / 10
Also I made a pastebin for the story. If you want to read it a bit more comfortably, do it here!
This is an archive that I've made for /emo/. It is a combination of the writer's bin and the miscellaneous pastebin. In addition, the character bios are in it if you wish to read them over.
If there is anything wrong with either the archive or bios, then let me know. I'll see what I can do.
Welcome back, Leaf!
Hey CrossRoads. The story is great so far!
Heh thanks, Codexes.
You're welcome. Be sure to give it a lot of clicks since a high viewcount is my fetish.
I feel somewhat motivated tonight so you can expect something in a few hours. It's probably not going to be as much as yesterday though.
Hmm... Or not. Can't really get into the groove today. Wrote literally three words in two hours...
Sorry mates. Maybe tomorrow.
the Crossover that NO ONE ASKED FOR!
>"Annoying Connie is coming for those hugs!"
Which emo pony would play a ukulele, if given the opportunity?
Don't talk shit about my husbando 2D.
>Paper Cut making paper cranes
Sorry for not updaing yesterday. I went out for some drinks and got drunk instead of writing.. But I will post something tonight after work.
>bumping without a picture
>in the current year
Is it bad that red and black sad pone is actually growing on me as a character?
I used to avoid most OC threads, but this particular one caught my attention awhile back. I lurked for awhile, and didn't think much of it at the time, but I've been coming back here more and more as of late.
>Do more of these!
Sure, i have to practice the style after all
Welcome to the ride, there's no exits.
"NO!", you scream out and jolt awake from your uneasy slumber.
>Blackness, darkness... All consuming caliginosity still surrounds you and fills your very soul with fear and terror.
>Panic-stricken you reach out to your left and tear the thick linen curtain open, flooding your bedroom with soothing sunlight.
>A small smile appears on your lips and you slump down on your mattress.
>Your whole form is drenched in sweat and your heart is thumping like mad, but the realization that you at last managed to escape this nightmare once again imbues you with a sense of joy.
>Quietly giggling to yourself, you roll onto your side and decide to enjoy the warm confines of your bed for a few moments more before you eventually have to get up.
>How late is it anyway?
"Half past nine... Mmhh..."
>Yeah, should be fine to stay like this for a while more. Your shift doesn't begin until noon anyway.
>Sighing contentedly, you cover yourself with the soaked blanket again and let the events of the nightmare go through your aching head.
>Yet again the same dream... And yet again it ended in the same way.
>For roughly two years now you are forced to dream it. Ever since you visited your father's grave for the tenth anniversary of his unfair and untimely death.
>It never changes... Just altering itself enough to reflect whatever obscure thing happened the last time you visited it.
>So most times you just find another mangled and mutilated corpse of yours...
>Yawning, you turn over onto your belly and bury your head into the soft pillows.
>They smell like sweat.
"Urgh.", you groan and free your muzzle from the source of the offensive smell.
>Strangely enough, you are almost always in complete control of yourself while dreaming this particular dream.
>Like it wants you to experience every bizarre creature and every devious trap it conjured unfiltered and in all their perverse glory.
>You don't why it does this, but you do know that it isn't a lucid dream since you can't manipulate in any way.
>No matter how hard you try... And by Celestia did you try.
>But it refuses to bend to your will and sometimes even kills you on the spot when you try to do so and feels like it.
"When will this finally end?"
>When you managed to kill the beast that butchers your father in that surreal groove?
>When it drove you into suicide?
>That would be the easiest way out... Just a cut carved too deep, a pill taken too much or a bottle of wine drank too many near a cliff and it all would be over.
>Sooner or later this dream will drive you insane if you can't put an end to it. So the coward's way out is a viable option, isn't it?
>And you can't deny that it has some tragic elegance to it. Maybe even something empowering.
>After all you choose to die on your terms, don't you? Not many ponies have the opportunity to do that.
>Yeah... All is in your control... The when, the where and the how.
>You could even leave a little not that explains why you did it... Just like in those novels you like to read.
>Maybe in the bathtub... Tinting the water redder and redder with your blood while your consciousness slowly slips away from you.
>Reminiscing on all the good and bad things that happened in your short and bitter-sweet existence on this planet.
>And then... Finally... Long awaited and much anticipated... It's over. Just like that.
>No more pain... No more dreams... No more blames.
>Just the ever so sweet unending nothingness that is death, embracing you with no questions asked.
>"Ach... Wouldn't that be nice..."
>For the fraction of a second, the shadow from your dreams appears before your eyes. beaming you a sinister smile.
>A shrill scream escapes you and you throw the blankets at the figment of your imagination, jumping out of your bed and storming into your bathroom.
>The moment you reach it, you lock the door behind you and slump down to the cold floor, holding your head in your hooves.
>Nothing can find purchase in your mind... All in it just resolves about one thought:
>It... It followed you?
"This can't be possible... What did I do to deserve this?"
>You think and think and think for what seems like hours, but you it always boils down to the same thing.
>Something you were told isn't true over and over again from your mother and all your friends... But nevertheless never truly left your head.
>For reasons unknown to you, you suddenly recall the Drak'ar classes you had in nurse-school.
>Specifically one word you learned in them.
>Tears begin to form in your eyes and your lips start to tremble.
That's it already. Had some trouble writing this for whatever reason and I'm not really happy with it... But eh. Hope you like it anyway.
Gonna revise it a bit probably though.
Pastebin is updated:
>tfw I think I'm already hitting an art block https://derpiboo.ru/292331
But anon... Deep Rest is black and purple
Okay then I will keep it and just polish it a bit.
More tonight after work, if I'm not too tired.
Also... Are there any specific scenes you want to see? Or maybe some lewd?
Isn't her coat an anthracite gray?
Your story inspired me some. I hope it's slightly accurate to the image that was in your head as you were writing it.
Aww fuck, mate. Thank you! It's perfect. The shadow actually looks a lot like I imagined it while writing that part.
Okay. Started on the next part already but I'm most likely going to finish it tomorrow before work. So this will be pretty early for you amerifags.
I'm just too tired to continue now.
>For a span that you can't determine, you just lie curled into a ball on the white tiled floor of your bathroom and quietly sob into your tail, trying to isolate yourself from everything around you.
>Again and again you relive the faithful day of your father's death in your mind. Each and every attempt at fleeing from this vicious cycle of self-blame and misery immediately thwarted by the former and made even worse than the last one by the latter.
>Over and over again you see him drawing his last breath and your mother breaking down when she can't feel him taking another one.
>Over and over again you see yourself climbing on his still warm form and screaming at him to wake up.
>Over and over again you feel your heart shattering into a thousand pieces.
>Why are you so useless?
>He could be still be alive today if it wasn't for your fecklessness.
>Maybe you should have went out and looked for help instead of watching him slowly die for hours... Your mother was there with him so there was no reason for you to be at his bedside too.
>Surely you would have found somepony that could have helped you... But you didn't even bother.
>The storm wasn't even that bad.
>What is a little snow and hail compared to the life of somepony you love dearly?
>Nothing... But you didn't even bother.
>You didn't even bother...
>You never did. Not back then and certainly not now.
>What kind of nurse are you?
>Patients of yours come and go, live and die and more often than not you don't feel a single fucking thing.
>No empathy, no compassion, no nothing...
>Once you're home, you just shrug it off and continue living that miserable existence you dare to call your life.
>Honestly... You are better off dead. Purged from this world you don't deserve to be on with no traces left.
>"Just do it now."
>Something punishingly cold creeps towards you, its unbearable frigidness taking your breath away.
>"Nopony will miss you."
>Carefully it probes the exposed flesh of your chest, searching for a way in.
>"Remember those scalpels you stole?"
>And then finally finds one... Reaching for your still beating heart.
>"They are in the mirror cabinet."
>Then suddenly and without warning, the distant chime of a bell struck far away rouses you from your preying worry.
>The sunless being vanishes and you look up at small kitty clock mounted on the wall opposite of you.
>It offers you the same smile as it does every other day and meows quietly when the timepiece in its belly strikes eleven o'clock.
"T-That late already?"
>You pick yourself up and sluggishly trot towards the sink, taking a look at yourself in the mirror.
>A tear-stained filly stares back at you. Her mane messy and unkempt and dark bags under her weary eyes.
>She looks miserable... You can't stand the sight of her.
>It makes your head hurt...
>So you open the mirror cabinet up in search of some stray painkillers that may hide in it, but find nothing more than yawning void and a few toothbrushes.
"Just my luck..."
>Your eyes scan the contents of the cabinet for a while longer and their gaze eventually falls on the still sealed box of disposable scalpels.
>That's the one it told you about... Whatever it might be.
>With shaking hooves you take the small carton out and rip it open, the sheen of polished surgical steel immediately capturing your imagination.
>Sharp enough to cut through skin and muscle alike... Drawing blood from you would be such an easy task.
>And almost no risk of infections... Not that this would matter for the purpose you intended for them.
>You take one of the cutting devices into your mouth and sprawl a foreleg out.
>Gradually and almost teasingly slow, you begin to trace the various arteries and veins that run through it with the blade.
>The collateral ulnar vein....
>The medial palmar artery...
>And finally and most importantly...
>The cephalic vein.
>All of them are thick and full of your life's very essence and all of them are free of any scars or self inflicted blemishes.
>But you just might decide to change that now.
That's it for now. Wanted to write more but I have to go to work now.
I will try to update after it again.
Also if it gets too edgy... Tell me. I never wrote something like this before.
Anyway... Gotta go now. Stay fresh, cheesebags.
Muh psychotic emo waifu
I tried to use more thick lines in this one.... opinions?
Now with 100% more nose
Thanks. I will try to keep the green flowing somewhat steadily.
Don't know if I will write tonight tho... Work was shit, patients are annoying and I just wanna get pleasantly drunk and chill.
Yeah I mean like unbearable teenage angst edgy :^)
Yep, looks much better with noses.
Skeletons can't smile, silly... Or that's what they want you to believe.
Anyway... Too drunk to write right now so you will an update tomorrow again.
Also a few questions since I'm always trying to improve the chains of words I shit out.
Was the dream too wacky and would you like to see more of it?
Is Rest's "character" or "characterization" okay so far?
Would you like to see a lewd scene or two? Nothing too explicit tho... Maybe just something short, romantic and cute.
Also just things you would like to generally see Rest doing. I write everything pretty much on the fly so I could meet request to some extent.
>Was the dream too wacky and would you like to see more of it?
i would like to see more, but not now
>Is Rest's "character" or "characterization" okay so far?
She is kinda a opened book so i think it's ok
>Maybe just something short, romantic and cute.
she needs some happy feeling... so yeah!
More of this
sexypatethic fuckboy <3
They're all sexy, pathetic fuck[insert gender here]'s, Lazer. They're also all cute, adorable, and unbearably huggable, even if you will inevitably get covered in sweat and blood if you try that last thing.
Alternately, just draw an ordinary pony tower, like so.
Yee I know, still I want to keep my promise.
I will write for an hour more and then post what I have.
I was trying to emulate the style of umeguru
i'm not near to be as awesome as that artist... but meh... i tried <3
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>Throwing your head back, you sink your teeth into the scalpel's cheap wooden handle and stare vacantly at your exposed leg as thousands of different thoughts flash through your mind.
>But none can find any hold in it, leaving as quickly as they come and rapidly turning it into a scrambled mess of unfinished ideas and notions.
>You are just at your wit's end... Knowing neither how to proceed nor what to do next.
>This is so terribly, terribly stupid and thoughtless but yet you want nothing more than to be finally free from the guilt that haunts you every night and the ever growing pain that slowly chips away at your sanity.
>To just feel nothing... Peace, tranquillity, ataraxia for all eternity... That is what you desire.
>And it could be yours with just one cut at the right place...
>"Remember, Rest! It's down the road not across the street!", an old memory of a beastly drunk friend resounds in your head.
>What would she think about this?
>Would she countenance that what you are about to do?
>Probably... You know her past and she knows yours. She even asked you once to get soporifics for her.
>Of course you denied her that wish, knowing for what purpose she would have used them.
>And knowing that the ones you have on your ward don't work to well for this specific purpose...
>You shake your head and snort in an attempt to banish this dark memory.
>It lingers for a while more but then finally vanishes and you sigh in relief.
>Thank the celestial sisters they are this weak...
>Gradually you lower your head, drawing closer to the vessel you chose and still being unsure what to do.
>Would she be sad afterwards or would she even miss you?
>Most likely. Maybe she would even attend your funeral and put flowers down at your grave.
>Mourning the loss of her good friend and weeping ever so sorrowful...
>Somehow this thought makes you happy... As morbid and sick as it may sound.
>Would you even want that?
>Only Celestia knows what she would do after your untimely and sudden death.
>All happiness leaves your form thinking about this and you recede the blade from your ankle again.
>You are pretty much her to go friend for any kind of physical or emotional distress... Too many of your nights were spent consoling a crying mare and patching the crude cuts she inflicted on herself up.
>She's dependent on you...
>And in a strange and kinda absurd way you are dependent on her.
>Immensely so, to be perfectly honest...
>She makes you feel... Important and needed. Like you are worth a damn for a change and not just a waste of blood and skin.
>No... You can't do this.
>Not now. Not until you fixed this... Her... You... Whatever!
>Spitting the scalpel into the sink, you slam the mirror cabinet shut and once again behold your reflection in its polished surface.
>The mare you see now doesn't fill you with disgust and hatred any more.
>No signs of worry or sadness adorn her face, she looks at you with a determined expression at you. Like somepony who just realized something.
>Something that she should have realized a long time ago.
>She makes you... Smile.
>Her smile grows wider and wider.
>You didn't see her smile like that in a long time.
Eh fuck. That's what I managed to write in all this time. Not too much but I simply couldn't put myself in her head.
May sound stupid but this is a thing...
Writing characters like her is harder than I thought, but it should go more smoothly from this point on.
Anyway, I hope you like it.
Pastebin is updated: http://pastebin.com/rNKDBLFS
>>No signs of worry or sadness adorn her face, she looks at you with a determined expression at you. Like somepony who just realized something.
>>Something that she should have realized a long time ago.
>>She makes you... Smile.
>>Her smile grows wider and wider.
>>You didn't see her smile like that in a long time.
Deep Rest is such a sweetheart.
The word 'oxymoron' is actually an oxymoron.
here's your tower of emo. Sorry it's just a simple sketch, it's really late and I had a lot of homework to do.
Glad to read you guys liked it. And maybe I just worry too much about the stuff I write.
Anyway gonna start writing in a few. Have some best straw in the meantime.
The Paper x Mellow story will come up soon-ish. Just having some trouble starting it back up since it has been a while since I've updated it. I may even reboot it after some development with Paper Cut and Mellow Drama.
AJW is underage and at school. He said he would come back to the thread, but after being caught tracing images and not crediting the artists on his Tumblr, the chances of him coming back to /mlp/ is unlikely.
>Paper x Mellow story will come
an old artist
he give us money once
AJW used to be an artist that contributed artwork here at /mlp/, drawing for threads like /emo/, /swt/, and at /cyoa/ (which was short-lived after he was caught). At first, he was an okay guy, though he kept berating this thread for being too edgy, and he left /emo/ because of "his friend" and in spite.
He continued his drawing at /swt/ after "leaving" /emo/ and eventually, he made a CYOA, which was, all and all, horrible. After /cyoa/ caught him for tracing, he closed his Tumblr accounts. Before closing his main account, he said that he would be gone from /mlp/ because he has to focus on school and that he would possibly come back in the summer.
TL:DR, an artist for /emo/ until he was caught tracing and had to leave because he had to go to underage school. He's an idiot.
Yes really. Don't get your hopes up though. I got my wisdom teeth pulled out, so it's messing up my concentration on writing for a bit.
Okay then. He sounds like a fag to me.
Also bump and shit like that.
Meh. Kinda hit a road block. Not sure if I'm able to update tonight.