Anon, what the fuck?
Why are there no threads about me?
You made me make my own thread.
anyone have cute pictures of me?
I'm stuck between this and two other pones being my favorite. What do?
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will be to make a 26 episode season of chinese cartoon detailing your misadventures regarding the objects of your fascination. It must contain excessive amounts of sexual tension and fanservice whilst simultaneously blueballing any viewer of meaningful plot and/or character progression. The finale of said cartoon will achieve nothing in the way of closure and in the end, you must either a) choose worst girl or b) choose some random girl who pops into the season after episode 20.
This post will self-destruct upon this thread reaching page 10.
>should you choose to accept it
Superior music donkey.
>Anon andOctavia call each other names
>one day Anon unwittingly calls her a donkey
>she feels insulted
>he thinks her reaction is funny and keeps calling her a donkey
>doesn't know this is a slur
>a really bad one if used on a fine lady
>crying she lets out an "ee-yore"
>covers her mouth and dashes away
>now he got to make it up to her
I don't know man, I just supply the Donk.
Crotchtits or we won't believe you're 'Tavster.
Bump with poorly-animated Vinyl Scratch.
I used to, but then Maud happened, Luna worked her way in, too.
All three are perfect.
They do! If you ride a horse and then leave it in the stable without a blanket it can get quite sick (the sweat makes the horse very cold).
I learned this from reading Black Beauty.
the more you know
I prefer green (specially cause I write it.)
/moon/ says hi to tavi, keep being a beautiful cellist.
As an addendum, they also look adorable in blankets.
Just read it. I like it, anon! The dialogue is really great, reminds me of something you might find in a Raymond Chandler novel. Keep it up!
Is there a specific thread that you wrote it for?
>you will never be a faggy blue-haired DJ pony and have this happen to you
>faggy blue-haired DJ pony
You mean the cutest pony ever?
because I love you faggots. Or maybe I don't, I'm not sure yet.
I wrote a short Octi+Anon green for the tsundere thread:
What do you have in mind?
Cool, I'll give it a read.
And I don't really have any kind of specific request for this thread's green. If anything, I'd like to see some
Vinyl+Anon+Octavia roommate shenanigans. It'd be a nice departure from the usual romance stuff.
I was literally just starting a green about Vinyl and Octavia living in a dorm room together.
It would probably be a romance kind of deal though, but we'll see.
I'll post what I have tomorrow if it's any good.
It's based on a scene from the anime FLCL.
It is pretty freaky, like she's going to pop out of your screen.
Not sure, just an image I nabbed on google.
>You have to be 18 or older to post on 4chan.
I want to fuck the anon posting these pictures while I think of them as R63 Octavia so I can adjust with the penis.
Because there are no girls on the board. If you object, crotchtits or gtfo.
The world was new and fresh, and if you were 16 when MLP Came to be and /mlp/ was born, you took in every batch of ridiculous content you can. I was.
And it was great.
You can do whatever you want with me, anon.
I was such a faggot back then, but I was a happy faggot, you know?
I can dig it anons. And now I don't feel guilty about sharing love of horses. Never did, but we were all happy faggots back in the Underage days.
This is why I love Octy lovers and that one anon who I shall plow royally though space and time.
Questions for you guys: What's your favourite pic of Octavia? Favourite greentext or fanfic? I need some new material about the best cello horse.
And for the love of god, keep this thread alive. My heart can't handle another dead, lifeless tavi thread. She's too good for that.
I tried in a
Foot fetish threadwhich I doubt is in Desu anymore
But I legit tried with the green I had,in there. Favorite Octy Pics have to be ones,with her in dresses, or in a suit.
h-hey, anon, would y-you teach me how to dance?
yes, I know how to dance for formal events, but I would love to show scratch that I can party just as hard as she can, w-would you help me?
fauvorite green will always be Jeff Mango, he has a feelsy bittersweet story and an older thusn-ish one
The quality this grey donkey deserves.
FUCK YOU'RE TRIGGERING ME
I wonder what she's wincing and pointing at?
Probably a spider.
Imagine being the hero she needs at that moment, walking into the room and getting a semi close look at it to realize it's a fucking Brown Recluse.
Yeah, I'm not afraid of spiders generally, but I'm getting the fuck out of there if I see that shit on my wall.
As soon as I had surmised that it was a brown recluse, I would pick up Octavia and run her out of there like I was Forrest Gump.
I would then
have the building torched
Not a faggot. Just a nice guy who would treat Octavia the way she deserves to be treated.
Imagine massaging her hooves for her after a cello recital while you listen to her tell you how it went.
Sounds pretty great to me.
Just out of interest, are you the same anon that's plowing me royally through space and time?
>Slowly undresseing Corset Tavia.
>Slowly massaging her crotchtits and kissing her neck.
>Gently licking her body up and down, afraid to taint it's beauty.
>Gently giving neked Octavia cunnilingus as you hear her moan and writhe.
Sounds like a great night, anon.
Don't worry about tainting her beauty.
She invited you to bed because
she likes you
>Liking a talentless plebian such as myself.
>Low tier husbando
It's all in my
Now I am sad.
I shall no go back to staring at Octavia cosplayers until I become some depressed fuck.
See you all in some time.
>mfw I'll never find human like Octavia.
>mfw there'll never be a musician to like me.
>mfw I'll be stuck as shit-tier husbando
>mfw Not many octavia cosplayers.
But you can't know that for sure, anon.
There is always the hope of another tomorrow.
Never give up on that hope.
>Mfw I'll never have a musician wife because musicians are my practical fetish.
Fuck this world
It's quite late where I am so I'm going to head off to sleep.
Keep the thread going!
I'll be back tomorrow with some green.
You seem nice, anon. I don't want you to leave this world.
... Double Dubs force me to stay...
But I will mostly for fact that that anon seems to love octy like I do.
because I will never have beautiful musician waifu, human or horse. Kill me, Anons.
But there's no possiblity of a Octavian Like Musician.
There's no reason, Anon.
Whaaaat? I can't read autism like that.
>mfw gently caressing those breasts, telling her I'll love her even with those massive meat sacs
>mfw I make her feel love by showing my appreciation and care for her breats by making sure they never sag during my playing with them, making sure shes always comfy.
Why should I live, Anons?
Nah, I just wanted to insult your shitty bg pone waifu.
>unfing all the way,
>crotchtits all the way,
>I really hope this proves that I'm not fucking gaaaay.
I can do a green of this if anyone wishes.
Mainly because I really wanna do another Octavia Green with Lewds.
>Octavia swells during pregnancy
>she thinks she gets fat
>you comfort her
>partially because huge crotchtits and wider ass
>you do her
>on your own accord
How about no? I don't dig that any time. Unless it's for the kids.
>As you and Octavia sat upon the firm but soft chairs of the living room, you two had indulged in the classical arts of music, knowing that DJ Pon3 was out catering to a party.
>But it didn't matter to you two, as long as you didn't hear the obsessive bass blasting, you were fine. The fine works of Ponkivsky's 812 Overture were coming to their fine crescendo, the finale bringing to a close after the cannon fodder had come to a slow and soft bang in the background, letting the song end.
"Thank you for letting me spend the night here, Octavia." You said respectfully, sipping cider beside Octavia herself, who was indulging in a sweet wine.
>"No need to thank me, Anonymous. It's my treat since you took your most important day off work to see my concert." She says, taking a gentle sip of her wine before looking at you.
"Ah, it was nothing," you respond, leaning forward as you place your elbows on your knees and run your arms across your legs like a table top, and sigh.
>"Are you alright, Anonymous?" She asks, curious as to why you seemed so bored.
"Oh yes, I've just become tired and the cider doesn't help me to stay up." You admit, rubbing your head gently as Octavia slowly reaches over, patting you on the back.
>"Don't feel bad, I feel the same after drawn out nights." She says, giving your shoulder a gentle rub.
"I'm almost always tired so it never surprises me." You mutter as she leans back in her chair, relaxing.
>"Don't feel bad, having Vinyl around, constantly waking me up with her loud music... Interrupting my practice, it gets hard after a while..." She says, sipping her wine again.
"Sorry to hear that," you reply, looking to Octavia as she was looking out of the window, her glass in hoof.
As soon as lewd is mentioned, everyone's on.
>"Hah... Yeah, I guess it is easy to relate to me... I mean, every day I've woken up for cramps since she moved in... Because of those damned wubs..." She says, taking a softer sip of her wine. Her tone changed as she sighed. "If anything, I've barely even had friends without her stealing them from me."
"What makes you say that?" You ask, putting your hand on her back gently, as she looks at you.
>"I guess you're a lone exception here. Plus, every date she's set me up with ended... Badly." She places down her glass on the table between your chairs, and clears her throat.
"Well, maybe you should try it for yourself once in a while. I mean, it isn't that bad if you find the right one. I found one, it ended badly, so what? It's up to who I want to share the pain and journey with."
>Octavia's head could only turn at your words as she shook her head.
>"That's exactly what I want from a stallion, but they're all... Unemotional and have no attachment to mares." She said gently.
"I'm not trying to advocate myself here, but since Vinyl isn't hear to blast noise into the air, how about I get you a massage myself?"
>"Anon, y-you don't have to," she says, a bit shakily like you had been the first guy to offer her goodwill in a while. "It's not like it has to be taken care of right away, I mean, you've bought lunch for me when I forgot my wallet, paid my whole share of the date, even re-strung my cello when I forgot to put it in its case. You don't need to-" However, your hand went over her mouth in a rush.
"I don't need to, I want to." You answer as she can only stare at you, only to remove your hand from infront of her mouth and nod in agreement.
>"Fine, but... The wine has me a bit... Well, dazed, so please be careful," she states as she stands up, only to almost fall before catching herself.
"You can't make it up the steps like that, you know." You point out as you pick her up slowly.
>"I'm so sorry for this," she says before you merely pat her head gently, and hold her close to you, making it up the stairway, only to turn to her bedroom door, and gently lay her belly-down on the bed.
"Now, just tell me if I'm going over boundaries, or if you feel like your cramping, alright?" You mutter as she looked into her mirror on her night stand, seeing your eyes staring at it as well as she simply nodded, placing her chin and jaw on the pillow as you responded by placing your hands just below her neck.
>And within a few seconds, she was limper than a rag, and a gentle moan escaped from her lips as your palms and fingers were gently working her upper back and shoulders free, fingertips slowly easing up the muscle tension as she was looking at you in the mirror again, but you didn't notice.
>Your eyes were focused on her back, and she was enjoying every movement from her neck to her shoulders.
>"Anonymous, your hands are magic!" She said, still limper than a doll fresh out of the washer.
"Well, that's the upper hand of having no hooves"
Carlos fuck off
>She can only nod and hum in agreement as you work your way down below the middle of her back, and began to work down her spine as she let out a relaxed moan that reminded you of earth porn starts, ones that sounded like the only accompanying side effect was a hanging tongue.
I ain't a sir by a long shot. That means I have talents or use. And without Octavia-like Wife, I have neither nor.
>Octavia was practically putty, but you still didn't risk any chance of violating her wishes or trust. So when you got to the base of her back, you placed your hands on her hips instead and spoke gently.
"I can work your legs if you wish. I'd rather do it with your permission." You said, redness spreading across your face as Octavia only nodded as she looked back.
>And what you was was awkward. Her blushing.
>But she almost immediately turned around as soon as your eyes met.
>You didn't ask or object as you proceeded to massage down her right rear leg, your palms going down as she seems to tense up a bit. You move your arm up to see how tense, but a shock comes to you.
"What the...?" You mutter to yourself as your hand went up to her hip, only to be removed with a sticky liquid on it. It was clear, but it wasn't completely fluid.
>"Uh..." Octavia silently muttered to herself as she seemed to hide her face.
"What is...?" You see her legs come close together at the thighs, practically trying to close them off to you as she hides her face.
>"I'm so sorry Anonymous, the wine and... You and... Ugh... I'm so sorry..." She says as she practically buries her head in the pillows.
"W-Why are you sorry? I mean, everyone has some guilty pleasures now and then but... it's no need to get overworked, it's not like you practically raped me or anything!" You say, trying to cheer her up as she looks at you in the mirror's reflection.
>"W-Why are you taking this so lightly? I-I mean... I'm almost surprised you haven't tried to dry-hump me this whole night..." She mused, remorseful of what was transpiring.
"Well, because I can understand problems like what you just had. Trust me, when I had first come here, you were like the dream mare. And I couldn't get you out of my head. Hah, funny how sometimes you're in the same situation as your friends were..." You say, accidentally letting out that extremely large secret right infront of your dream wife.
>Status upon leak: Busted.
>"W-Wait... For how long...?" She asked, turning back to look as you, a slight drop in her jaw as you looked down to the floor.
>"Well, for a while now, not long after I got here... I mean, shit, I used to sit in the back of the concert just to hear you play, I mean... You were the apple of my eye but seeing you with so many colts, and me being a mutant species compared to you just... Well, I guessed it wouldn't happen..."
>Octavia was now staring at you, Anonymous, who had just admitted his care for her after letting it slip a bit. Something fluttered inside of her heart you couldn't see, as she let out a gentle sigh.
"I know, I'm the largest sad-sap of an ape-aren't I?" You let out a gentle chuckle afterwards, only to take a step away. "I'll just show myself out."
>But something immediately grabbed your hand.
>And it didn't let go, as it pulled you back to the bed, and held you gently as you plopped back-first, seeing Octavia's gentle purple eyes staring into yours.
>"No Anonymous, Stay..." She said, the look like that of a pleading puppy, begging not to be left.
"Uh... Why-" You were interrupted as she stopped your speech, a hoof over your lips as she spoke gently.
>"Don't ask why... We all know Vinyl had set me up with the worst dates, the common colts who had no decency like this generation... You're a true gentlecolt, Anonymous... And funny enough to say after all this time, I feel the same for you as you do for me... You having enough guts to admit honest feelings to me just showed me how much of a real stallion you truly are..."
I wonder if any anons are still reading this
>Within a second, her hoof was removed from your lips, only to be replaced by hers in a gently placed contact of lips.
>She kissed you.
>And you liked it, very much.
>You gently reached for her face, placing your soft fingertips upon her cheeks as she slowly eased away from you, your eyes meeting with hers in a locked gaze.
"So I guess... You ... Enjoy my company then...?" You were bewildered at the new fact that had just surfaced as she nodded, staying beside you as she gently rubbed her legs together, trying to calm herself down.
>"Anonymous, you mean a lot to me, you did before this whole thing, as a friend, but as a gentlecolt, or gentleman like you, I'd gladly accept all you'd give me and give what I can in return..."
>You could only stare at her as you reached for, and sternly held, her hoof. It was in that moment you two could see that you had an admiration and care for each other that no one had for you two at all.
>In a small bit of glee, you hug her tight, accidentally forgetting about her present 'condition' as she gasps while you pull her close to you, sitting up as you put your head on her shoulder, only to hear her let out a single moan.
>"A-Anonymous, m-my..." She reminded you, her legs quivering once to signal that your shirt fabric teased her.
"Oh, that's right!" You said, slowly setting her down as she shuddered a bit from the sensations as her moistened thighs shined a bit in the lamp light.
>"I-If you want, y-you can go home..." She said, looking away like she was in shame.
"Nonsense.... A woman is in need and... Well mare, but... I plan to solve her problem if she lets me..." You mutter as her blush had deepened and spread.
>"W-What..?" She said nervously.
"You understood me correct.. If you have objections Octavia, I understand, but I kinda wanna just give you a night you won't forget..." You say sheepishly as your reach for her hooves, and take them, looking in her eyes deeply.
>Your eyes locked with eachother as she looked down for a few seconds, contemplating it until she looked back up at you and nodded,
>"Whatever you do," she said, leaning back, "Please be gentle..." She asked as you nodded in agreement after her request, watching her lay on the bread as her forelegs spread, revealing what was a juicy, throbbing, puffy slit that was leaking like it had busted a hose.
"I'll do so to bring you pleasure as you see fit," you gently mused, slowly sliding off the bed as you were infront of her tightened chasm, staring into what was her slit.
>In a few seconds you closed in, face inches away from her aching parts as your breath hit it like a storm, making her quiver as she let out the softest moan, prompting you to stick out your tongue.
>The next thing you knew, she was tensed up like wire as your buds hit her moist lips, separating the two mounds of flesh gently, the taste buds picking up a sweet flavor and scent you had never before encountered, as your senses were overwhelmed with what tasted of honeysuckle and lavender mixed with sensual pleasure.
>In that moment, her moans were loud as your tongue delved deeper, piercing in and rubbing against her fleshy walls. They were convulsing, the sweet meeting and parting of her insides squeezing as you began to work your way around the insides, moving up and down, left and right, spreading the walls gently only for them to close back in.
>And meanwhile she was moaning, calling out 'Anonymous' as her hoof was instantly on your head when you began to move your love muscle around, practically begging for you to do more as you removed tongue, only to surround her clitoris with your lips, and start teasing with your tongue.
>Shocks of 'Ooh' and 'Aah' oozed from her mouth loudly, as you repeated licks for a few minutes before deciding to play onto her, and suck her convulsing pleasure muscle softly.
>And then, she stiffened, begging for more. You kept going, her body convulsing and twitching as she pushed your head away, staring you in the eyes as her hair seemed a bit... messy...
>"Anon... Please, show me what it's like to be loved..." She said, begging for vitamin D at the moment as you could only smirk.
"I'll be sure to keep gentle," you mutter gently, slowly placing a finger at her entrance. "But i don't want it to be too tight so I don't hurt ya," you say, just wanting to warm her up for what was to come.
>"W-Wha-Aaaoooh~!" Her curiosity suddenly turned to desire, your fingers sliding in gently as you went to each knuckle progressively, trying to keep from overwhelming her as you could feel the walls becoming anxious, practically collapsing on your finger as you slowly spread them out from each other, and began to move them around, twisting and massaging the walls with your fingertips a bit as she was writhing in pleasure, keeping herself uncontrolled.
>"A-Anon, s-stop teasing!" She said as you obliged, being the gentleman you are, and slowly removed your fingers, giving them a gentle lick.
>The taste was still amazing, as you slowly stripped yourself so you and Octavia were on Equal playing grounds, as she was panting, begging for your entry like a newly opened restaurant.
"Are you ready my dear?" You ask her, placing a hand against her cheek as you gently rub her jawbone.
>"Yes, Anonymous..." She replied in a whisper.
>With her permission and assurance, you slowly placed your tip to her lower lips, the juices begging for penetration as you couldn't help but shudder at the newfound sensation.
>And in a sense of care and precaution, you slid your member inside of her, her first, moaning yourself at the newfound pleasure as she did as well, her juicy cavern being spread a bit before squeezing onto your head again.
>And holy shit did you wanna let it snow right there.
>But you couldn't just do that to your partner and a real mare, no. Instead you proceeded in slowly, and until it got halfway in, you hit your worst enemy that had awaited you through life.
"Octavia," You muttered as she shuddered in a bit of pain. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
>"Yes!" She said as the pleasure overwhelmed her. "I'll endure any pain to feel the pleasure you can give me..." She said, shaking violently as you nodded. Before you headed in, you wrapped your arms around her, holding her as you proceeded in.
>And all of a sudden, your bases were meeting as pleasure surged through the both of you, making you both shudder as you and Octavia looked at eachother.
>"Perfect fit," she muttered sheepishly as you smiled, kissing her deeply, your mouths open as your tongues began to wrestle for dominance of the others territory, as you had began to thrust yourself gently, moans passing in the kiss as the both of you held on for dear life, kissing like it was the last day to be alive as you began to gradually speed yourself up, the moans growing more intense.
>After minutes of pounding, the moist, squeezing walls of your dearly beloved, you began to tense up as you broke the kiss, panting.
"Octavia, I c-can't last much longer.." You say between pants, reaching the final stretch as she nodded.
>"D-Don't hold back, Anonymous..." She said as you proceeded to speed up, stretching her insides as they tried to collapse, but you refused to let them.
>It was only after a few minutes that both of your moans began to become overbearing as she began to tense up without release in her moist caverns, making it impossible.
>And by a miracle, you two had achieved climax together, you unleashing your spunk inside of your dearly beloved as she was releasing loads of her own juices.
>You two had called each other out in the same time, as your moans pierced the night like a flare among the stars.
>As you slowly flopped beside Octavia, her panting heavier than yours as you smirked, reaching for her hoof as she giggled amongst the gathering of air after such an activity.
>"That was wonderful Anonymous..."
"Lovely to a Y, I tell you..." You say, gently kissing her after the statement as she couldn't help but giggle.
>"I love you, Anonymous... You're just so adorable..." She says as you proceed to wrap your arms around her, smiling as you stroke her mane gently, chuckling.
"I love you too," you whispered as you looked out of the window.
>Fitting, a peaceful night for peaceful hearts.
>For once, everything was seeing it's way the way you had worked for it to.
>Dare I say this story is finished?
>Yes, I do.
I wonder how much people enjoyed that hunk of shit. Eh, probably not much, but that's what I get for being shit-tier writer.
Oh well. I wrote, and it was around. I guess as long as one person read it, that'll be what matters.
See you guys soon.
Also, have this to kill your time.
Hey, I enjoyed it. If there's one thing I learned in my time writefagging, it's that there's almost always an appreciative lurker around to support your work.
The story did seem to escalate pretty quickly imho, but I appreciated it nonetheless. Have a congratulatory cellopone, on the house.
Nope. Not that I'd blame you for wanting to plow me, honestly. I'm pretty plowable.
Going to give it a read, anon. Just got up.
I am back and ready to be plowed, anon.
We can all be plowed together!
>you wrapped your arms around her, holding her as you proceeded in.
Favourite line of the story.
Just imagining holding Octavia close and sharing her warmth as you make love.
I liked the story, anon. I agree with >>26067973
that it seemed to escalate a little quicker than would be realistic, but still quite enjoyable!
Keep writing! Do you have a pastebin, by any chance?
I suppose you've gone to sleep by now.
I would have been up earlier but it was raining outside my window and that always makes it hard for me to wake up.
>Hunk of shit
Now don't sell yourself too short; the only way to get better is to keep writing. Hell, that’s something that I seem to can’t even do (I haven’t written in about four months). And I’ve only managed to write two stories.
If you don’t mind, I have a few comments for you that you might want to consider next time you write some green.
Be careful with your verb tenses, make sure they stay parallel. There were a few instances where the phrasing got a little wonky.
>As you and Octavia sat upon the firm but soft chairs of the living room, you two had indulged in the classical arts of music, knowing that DJ Pon3 was out catering to a party
Get rid of the “had” in front of the “indulged”
Remember the old rule of "show don't tell".
>She asks, curious as to why you seemed so bored.
Try not to tell your readers that Octavia is curious, show them that she is curious with description (i.e, what does her voice sound like, what does her facial expression look like?)
This might be overly nitpicky, however these words
got a bit too repetitive. Make sure to reread and look for words you might be using too much (unless you are doing this for an intentional reason).
As other Anons mentioned, the pacing was a little too quick towards the beginning (also I found the ending a bit rushed), but due to the length of the story, I’m not sure how much this could have been altered.
Overall though, good job man (especially with the clop section, because that is something that I was never able to get myself to write, so be proud that you can do that) keep going at it, and if you feel discouraged that no one is reading, remember that there’s always at least someone out there enjoying your story.
>Octavia's life as a college student had finally begun
>the final days of her summer break had been absolutely excruciating knowing that she was so close to freedom
>she had gazed with wonder out the windows of her parents' carriage as they entered the campus
>So many trees! So many other ponies! (many of whom had parents walking in tow, their displeasure at this fact written squarely on their faces).
>The brochures really don't do this place justice, she thought to herself and smiled.
>There had been the usual fuss of tearful goodbyes to her parents and tracking down her room key
>She lugged her massive bags up the stairs and walked down the hall of her new home, comparing the room numbers with the number written on her room slip
>Her heart skipped a beat as she stopped before the door.
>her slip read "317b"
>"so..? I'm sharing my room?"
>Not a problem so long as they're fine with my practicing, she thought to herself.
>She slipped the key card in the slot on the door and it popped open.
>her anticipation and excitement ran rampant
>will it be a big room? will there be a nice view out the window? will there even be a window?
>and finally, the most pressing question:
>Is my roommate here?
>Light from the interior of the room flooded the hall and Octavia squinted to get a better look
>a blue and white shimmer swung itself around the door and Octavia was suddenly caught in a tight embrace
>her bags fell from her hooves and she tilted her head back to get a better look at this would-be assailant
>"ROOMIE! I'm your new roommate!"
>So that answers my previous question, thought Octavia
>she awkwardly moved her hooves around the mystery roommate and mechanically patted her back in an effort to return the.. hug?
>"Hi. I'm Octa-"
>"I'm Vinyl Scratch! Buuuut" the pony flicked her sunglasses up on her head, cocked an eyebrow, and smiled deviously "all my /friends/ call my Vinyl."
>She looked at Octavia expectantly
>"Uh.. hi, Vinyl."
>The mare seemed giddy with excitement at Octavia's omission of her last name.
>"Great! Come on in!" She grabbed Octavia and propelled her into the room.
>Octavia was greeted with literal mounds of… “stuff” strewn across a floor which she could only assume had been utterly bare a few hours prior.
>”Don’t mind my things, just making this place a little ‘homier’,” said Vinyl, with a wink.
>”Oh my gosh! I’ve been yammering on and I still haven’t got your name!”
>”Oooooo,” replied Vinyl. “Fancy name!”
>Octavia shrugged a little to herself. It had never seemed all that fancy to her.
>”Anyway, I’m working on something so I’ll give you a chance to unpack.”
>The pony returned to her computer and slipped on her headphones. I wonder what she’s working on, thought Octavia.
>As Octavia headed for the door to retrieve her bags, she heard Vinyl mumble to herself in a quiet sing-song voice “I'm so fancyyyyy”
>Octavia smiled a little at this as she lugged her bags inside.
>Octavia tiptoed around the piles of clothing, CDs, and what she thought were books (or maybe manuals.. ?)
>Vinyl had staked the cot nearest the window as her own, so Octavia plopped down on the somewhat sticky plastic casing of her own soon-to-be-made bed.
>Phew. She had only been on campus for an hour or so but she was already exhausted.
>”Tired, huh?” ventured Vinyl, who turned from her desk to eye her roommate.
>”Well don’t go to sleep just yet. They have a whole night of fun stuff planned for us.”
>Octavia sat up. “What kind of stuff?”
>”It seems like it’s mostly mixing events. You know, stuff to help us all get to know each other better.”
>That’s right, thought Octavia. Vinyl’s personality was so huge that it filled the room, and she had all but forgotten that there were other ponies just down the hall.
>”Oh and there’s a band playing later tonight,” added Vinyl.
>Octavia perked up a little at this. It would probably be some dreadful rock band that no one had heard of, but the thought of live music had always excited her.
>Without thinking, Octavia asked “Want to check it out with me?”
>Vinyl swung her hoof in an overly dramatic fashion and pointed squarely at Octavia. “Sounds like a plan!”
>Octavia giggled a little at this and Vinyl beamed what seemed to be her trademark grin.
>She had often worried about making friends but things seemed to be off to a promising start.
>Octavia spent the rest of the afternoon filling her dresser with the clothes she had brought, setting up her computer and internet, and adorning her desk with the trinkets she had packed as mementos of home.
>Satisfied with her setup, she turned to have a look at Vinyl. She still had her headphones on and was engrossed in something on her computer. It looked like one of those beat programs. She remembered seeing some people at the music club she attended in High School fiddling with them before.
>It was close to sunset and the room was bathed in a sweet amber glow.
>no response. She tried raising her voice a little.
>Sighing to herself, Octavia rose from her chair and walked over to Vinyl, tapping her on the shoulder.
>Vinyl clicked her mouse a few more times the way a writer might hammer out the remaining words of a sentence when interrupted. Tearing her gaze from her screen, she looked up at Octavia.
>”Oh hey, Tavi. What’s up?”
>Tavi? She paused in surprise for a moment. When had that become a thing?
>”Uhh it’s getting later in the day and I thought we might, um, head down and check out those activities you mentioned earlier.”
>Vinyl clapped her hooves together as if in meditation. Perhaps she was focusing her chi?
>She then swiftly shot Octavia an overly-exaggerated angry stare.
>“DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ASK?” she half yelled, half screamed as though she were a Greek warrior prince.
>Octavia was taken aback by this. “Wait, what?” was all she could manage.
>Vinyl held the super serious stare for as long as she could before she broke down laughing.
>”Haha it’s nothing’, I just do stuff like that sometimes.” Vinyl jumped from her chair and threw a hoof around Octavia’s shoulder. “Let’s go see what’s going on down there.”
Here it is, the green I've been promising for the last couple days.
It's a bit of a slow start but I have quite a bit more planned if you anons like it.
The "show don't tell" rule is a good one
even though I often break it myself
Keep writing, anon!
Do you have links to the two stories you have written?
Yeah I'll admit, that rule slipped by me more than it should...
I do have a pastebin where both of the stories are kept
I'm off to bed right now, but if you are planning to read some tonight, enjoy. I'll be back later today.
I did. However, I can't do much replying now, since I'm on mobile. Hopefully you'll be here when I'm back. I usually don't fastening to let whoever's there enjoy the story.
Thank you for that advice, I've been waiting a long time for actual critique
Sigh, off to work for me though. >>26070886
I shall plow you or an Octy like waifu...
Hey man, you're pretty good. I mean, the story was straightforward and went exactly where everyone thought it would, but it did its job, and it did it well.
If I had tried to write a story, it would come out looking like a fourth grader's sonic fanfiction.
I am back! Had to go to the library to return some books and got sidetracked reading 20th Century Boys.
and eating takoyaki
I'm reading them now!
I plan on sticking around, anon.
Have a good day at work.
I do have to sleep sometime.
I'm living in Singapore right now so our waking hours are probably pretty different.
I'll be up for a few more hours though.
Just finished Movement II and I'm loving it!
It's great you included links to the music mentioned in the story, it makes it feel so much more alive and atmospheric.
Also, I have to applaud you on this:
bringing it to your nose you inhale and smell vanilla with a hint of coconut. Yup that’s her alright
So perfect. I'm sure that's how she would smell.
Great job, anon!
I am! I'll probably sleep in a couple hours, though.
But, for now, I'll be keepin' this baby alive.
So will I, future plowed anon.
So will I.
You're back! How was work?
likeyou too, anon.
Tiring. Had to try Dual-Booting for the first time and OpenSUSE didn't wanna boot, so I gotta try another flavor of linux.
You fucks imply what you wish. I will plow this anon no matter the wait.
Because I'm a massive faggot.
Well at least it's over, right. The Octi thread is here for you.
I look forward to the day, anon!
And Octavia's mane looks great in a ponytail!
An old friend of ours?
Safe journey! I'll probably be here for another hour or so.
I played a song for Applejack on my guitar once and it wasn't that great.
But if she was around I'm sure she would have appreciated the thought.
You can do the same, anon.
Just finished Movement III, anon.
It was amazing and I loved every moment of it. Glad I took the time to read it.
I think the way you wrote Octavia was really believable.
You should definitely get back to writing!
I was just wondering, but have you studied music/play an instrument?
The level of detail in the story makes me think you do.
You never know, Anon.
Maybe you are playing for them and you just don't know it yet.
I'm glad you are liking it. I really like the idea of being able to "sense" a story (and not just visuals), which is why I included links to music to accompany the words. Like you said, I think it does help the story become a bit more alive.
also, glad you liked the scent choice
just as i replied to your previous comment, you post a new one, kek
I'm happy to hear the story was worth your time.
>I was just wondering, but have you studied music/play an instrument?
>The level of detail in the story makes me think you do.
Indeed, I both study (music is my minor at university) and play music. I'm sure you could guess which instrument(s) I play mainly.
Just finished "Reconnection". Really great stuff.
I'll say it again: you really should get back to writing.
It's a talent you need to cultivate, and you seem to have a talent for it.
I agree. There was an AJ thread a few days ago where the writer included links to the songs that the characters were singing and listening to on the radio. And it made it so much better!
That's cool to hear you're studying it at uni. I've always admired people who can make beautiful music.
I just got a guitar a few weeks ago, myself. Still just learning chords and stuff but it's been a lot of fun.
Could it be that you plaaaaaay
Uni starts up again for me tomorrow so I have to head off to bed now.
I'll be back tomorrow though! Have a great rest of the day, everyone!
>you really should get back to writing
I will one day, anon. Ever since my last story, life got a bit hectic and I just didn't feel like writing, if I did I thought it was crap. But "Reconnection" will certainly not be my last story.
>I just got a guitar a few weeks ago, myself. Still just learning chords and stuff but it's been a lot of fun.
That's great man! Keep it up, you won't regret it.
Oh, and to answer your guess.
[Spoiler]I do play the marimba in addition to any other percussion instrument really (snare, keyboards, timpani, etc). I also can play cello, however I haven't had a cello to play with in 4 years sadly[/spoiler]
Goodnight and good luck with your new semester.
Is lens you mine, but she's too precious. That and I doubt you're in England.
Quick, everyone, revive the thread. Post your cellos.
>mfw couldn't sleep because of noises outside my room and window
>mfw feeling greeaaat
Looking forward to a day when you can get back to it then, anon!
That's a shame about not having a cello to play, hopefully you can find one soon.
Thanks! Still have a few hours before class so I can hang out for a bit.
That looks really awesome.
I enjoy your company too, anon.
Neat! Did you get it for Christmas?
Thanks! A good morning/evening to you all!
I suppose any day is a potential plowing day, isn't it?
myself and my countrymen are prepared
Thanks! Have a good sleep!
I wasn't posting much because I was writing an Octavia green for the tsundere thread.
Have to get ready for class now!
I'll be back in a few hours.
Class was cancelled!
I suppose most of you have gone to bed by now though.
East Asian Literature.
The prof sends a mass-email 5 minutes before the start of class to let us know.
Sounds like a cool subject. Did you have any other classes today?
I hope so, it has some Japanese lit on it which I like.
Thankfully no other classes today, and I have tomorrow off!
Solid, sounds like you gotta a pretty chill schedule! Unless the end of your weeks are packed or something.
Chill indeed! I'm graduating soon so I don't need to take as many courses as usual.
Pretty sweet deal.
Nice mate! Unfortunately, I gotta get some sleep for my classes this morning. Keep the thread afloat!
Tis electric with a few customisations. She a beaut.
Don't actually have a name. Most people think of it as a crossbow for some reason . . .
Damned straight. Admittedly not as warm as a traditional Cello, but still pleasant enough to play.
Pwetty! What's the make? I want to get a Cobra Cello . . .
6 string, fretted beast!
This saddens me. Do you play any other instruments? The beef flute doesn't count.
I shall read it soon. I'm curious to see how Octi is portrayed.
It really does look like some advanced weapon haha. Nice plush by the way!
Thanks! A couple people in the thread said they liked it, hopefully you will too.
There is still loads of fun to be had, anon!
I'm kind of the same.
I seem to be the only person posting from Asia (but if I'm not then please say hello!) so I miss a lot of the fun.
But I don't mind staying up late which helps.
Hope work goes well!
Are you going to give us a vocaroo??
I'm aware of the tune, but it's not my cup of tea. Technically brilliant and awe inspiring when you nail it, but it's an overrated tune.
Now, Shostakovich - There's some awesome Cello pieces. Check out Opus 107. Every movement is awesome.
Probably. I need to do life things first. Give it an hour.
Perfect! I need to go eat dinner so I'll probably be back in around an hour.
I also have a vocaroo of me playing guitar that's absolutely dreadful
Life happened. Gonna have a delay on that recording.
No worries, anon.
Life happens from time to time.
Dubs confirm that training will go well.
Have fun, anon!
Blasted people and their broken computers. Interfering with my recording :(
I feel you, anon.
My computer was being a nightmare a couple hours ago, but finally got it sorted out.
>Had his laptop die Viciously, because of manufacturer error.
Now, I've just gotten Linux Mint myself
Also, hi plowable anon.
But I've gotta start moving my stuff now, I'll be back soon!
I'll be around for a few more hours, see you soon!
I never had the pleasure of using them.
My household ran on macs until I bought my first PC and it came with vista
True. Forgot about ME. I suspect it was intentional.
Nope. Never used vista or win8 at home. But I've had to patch together more times than I like to remember.
. . . never used a Mac, to be honest.
Also, I'm in need of Octavia walls for this new OS, as you see.
My dad was probably one of the last pre-iMac Macintosh holdouts.
My first computer was actually a Power Mac 7300.
He had a Power Mac 9600 that he bought in 1997 and he kept using it well into 2008.
And he had an intense hatred for Microsoft so whenever I'd ask if we could get a PC (if only so my homework files could be recognized on the school computers) he would refuse.
It's pretty funny thinking back on it.
The old Power Mac couldn't use the internet very well obviously (it took like 20 minutes to load a 2 minute video), so I was pretty well without internet until I was 15.
Not great in the time of MSN.
Still fun to look back on though.
Best Waifu Horse is now my background.
Mine is in storage.
Planning on digging it up this summer.
Used to play Civ II on it obsessively.
No, I saw it on some thread a couple days back.
I kekked at it as well, but I've grown used to it in the background for the past hour. It's now replaced with Tavi. If I get one worth the keks I may set it one day. But for now, best music horse stays.
What kind of rum?
I usually drink Appleton Estate.
Customers HDD is fucked, having to do it all again. Time for some classical.
Silence. You love macs and Octavia and Classical. You share great tastes and now you shall taste A fully charged expansion pak.
Better take down the make and model number.
That's why I stick with WD when it comes to hard drives, they're easily identifiable, and replaceable. Toshiba and most others have had a bad rep with me.
I'm ready, anon! Give me that
Still can't get over that cello, man. So cool.
Good for you if you can drink spiced!
I just don't really care for it, except in eggnog sometimes.
>Using Windows 8.
Oh boy, here we go.
If it's a desktop, you may wanna attempt a daisy chain off another hard drive and then move that content over to the troubled one, see if that'll work.
Just an assumption.
But like I said, try Daisy Chaining the damn thing off another Hard Drive if you can't. Or try to give it a sealed off sector for the drive to skip by making a non-use partition.
Canadian Club whiskey and Appleton rum.
Doesn't get much better.
This sounds tough!
More labor, more money.
But, that's you. I want the customer to have their needs put first. I'd be daisy Chaining the shit out of that thing if I were in your position.
Then again, if it's Scuzzy or a smiliar drive, that'd be near impossible without a raid-like structure.
Well good luck with it!
I'm on steam but it's pretty wonky on the computer I'm using right now.
Sometimes it will connect, sometimes not.
Glad you're in on the fun, anon!
I hereby assume control of this thread, promising to make it weekly, and as such, keeping us Octafags at least in the fun.
Also, care to exchange incase I can ever grab some cash? I'll probably be one of those faggots trying to get everyone steam gifts.
It would be great if these threads became a regular deal.
It's fun hanging out with all of you!
And if any of you lovelies want to add me on steam:
Don't feel you need to get me anything, though!
Well, not just that.
But also where these Octafags could discuss the musicians life, where Octafags could become relatable.
Where we can become a family. I mean, hell, It's a great thing.
HOWEVER, here's the catch. Weekly means ever Sunday/Monday evening starts it. If a thread gets under 100 bumps, I feel it deserves revival.
Not a general, since it tends to become trash, but more or less the appreciation thread for us and our fellows who share the same way.
Ya get what I'm saying, Anons?
I have a vocaroo of me struggling through a John Denver song.
It was a gift to a writefag in an AJ thread.
Octavia appreciation thread? Can this be a thing?
And now I wanna write a cello piece for Octi.
Not just Octi.
Trust me, it'll be a hit with the talented men and the few grills in /mlp/
I came across one in the Steam thread last night, spoke with them in group on Skype during Cards against Autism. It was the best thing yet.
Gah, sorry. Not sure why that wouldn't work.
Here's a direct link to the profile:
Do it, anon!
I wanna throw in my hat and say that a regular Octavia/music appreciation thread would be fantastic.
I could make an attempt at putting together a performance piece for you guys, too. I've been working on learning Evening Star on my piece (>>26077356), and it's coming along pretty well.
I'll also add some of you faglords on steam when I get home, see if I can make any wishlist wishes come true.
I can only login on browser right now though so I can't play until steam decides to start letting me in again.
Offline mode just isn't the same.
I honestly wanted to play Piano, but having Carpal Tunnel hurts the hands too much when you've by typing on laptops and maintenancing desktops for about a decade.
Each pony thread is appreciation.
But music is a language and taste in it's own.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjjNkFUT74k Just look at this, or Valesi (Formerly THeBurntMango), A pianist who did such good works as Moonlight Majest and When the Castle sleeps. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzc8sg1_38M He's busy remastering the other songs, like Forever Joyous, Forever kind. They're still on his Bandcamp though.
I'll give that a try tomorrow as I have a day off.
I have to be heading to bed in a little bit but I'll let you know when I'm gone.
Maybe we could motivate each other to practice our instruments and stuff.
For anyone interested in hearing my voice:
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1Uyohq6ULaH pretty bad but it's from the heart
Well thanks, guys!
My voice has kind of deteriorated from smoking I think, but oh well.
It would be nice to team up with someone but I've only had the guitar for a few weeks so not many people know about it yet.
Once I'm more confident it would be cool!
If there's one thing I've learned from different instrumental playing experiences, it would be that playing confidently greatly improves your overall sound (in terms of quality).
Well, you two musicians can take it >>26085667
I brought it to existence so we don't keep this thread bumped for nothing, since /mlp/ plays is mostly about musicians, and doesn't focus on the appreciation and/or helping of other Musicians.
You guys wanna head there, I won't mind. It'll at least help get it on the radar.