Look, we all know you enchanted your flesh to be bulletproof just in case you ever accidentally shot yourself. Stop being an attention horse and go talk to a psychologist.
TWILIGHT YOU BITCH! THAT BULLET IS FOR ME! I spent all year figuring out how to build that goddamn thing and you are going to burn the only bullet I have!
Do you have any idea how impossible it is to find -lead- here?! It's like everything is goddamn childproofed!
Is this a new form of shitposting I'm not aware of?
Someone please explain.
Don't kill yourself!
We'll do it for you...
You've got a friend!
Shouldn't have taught me that shield spell, Twi~
>Force of Nature (Close Enough)
>Will only blow her all the way to canterlot and will still survive
Get out of here you honey-Suckle Cowboy.
SHE'S DEAD TWILIGHT!!! I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LIVE FOR.
>"I-I know you feel that way Anon, that's why I have to do this"
>Twilight gives you one last smile as she surrounds the trigger with her magic
>"I... will always love you... Anon."
>"Please be happy, if for nobody else, than for me. I'm lucky to have been able to solve such a difficult problem for my... my friend"
>The trigger is squeezed and a single shot rings through the treebrary.
>'LOL I TROL U'
>Anon pulls out the second bullet he had hidden in his coat pocket and walks over to retrieve the freshly abandoned weapon
...Twilight. I'm sorry for...
>Pushing the second bullet into the chamber he closes his eyes and tears up as he cocks back the hammer and readies the trigger
Never getting to cum inside Rainbow Dash
>And then nothing
I don't even know. I'll go back to never writing.
You faggots said it was easy.
I shouldn't have listened.
Because I have a folder specifically for that Anon. I also have a folder specifically for image thumbnails too. There actually isn't a large selection of ponies pointing guns at themselves though. "Decent" ones anyway.
Don't mind me, I'm just a madman.
>rainbow dash was flying by twilight's place when she heard a loud boom
>she thought it was just another one of twilight's fucking spell tests
>then she heard a second boom
>she flew into twilight's castle to see if she was ok and she found two dead bodies lying on the castle floor
what the Buck happened in here?
>as she was flying around trying to figure out what had happened dash noticed that anon had a bulge in his pants
>dash knew that anon had a thing for twilight and was kind of sad for him
>anon had never even had any ponepussy
well I suppose I could honor his memory Just once.
dash winced a little thinking about what she was about to do
>dash removed anon's pants and boxers
where did he even get boxers with pinkie on them?
>dash grasped anon's dick in her hooves
>she started to stroke his member before sinking onto him
>dash started pumping anon's dick
>as dash was doing this she started to get turned on
How this fuck is this making me horney?
>dash kept pumping anon as she started to increase her rhythm as she started to feel his dick throb in her, she knew that he was about to come, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't pull off of him, its was like lots of anons were holding her down as the inevitable happened, ANON CAME IN RAINBOW DASH.
I guess I'll have his baby.
>Anon waves his hand in the great Jedi tradition
"You don't want to blow your brains out."
>"I don't want to blow my brains out."
"You want to sell me deathsticks."
>"I want to sell you deathsticks."
"You want to get me as high as a kite."
>"I want to get you as high as a kite."
Thanks for the confidence boost.
Maybe one day I will listen to you and my English Reading/Writing teacher that always liked to tell me I rote reel good
like they don't say that to every studentand try again sometime.
Fiction is not easy for me, probably the autism.
that was the wrong gun pinkie! you were supposed to use the confetti gun!
So you farted in public, Twilight, sheesh. I know it's embarrasing that everypony saw and smelled it, but that's no reason to kill yourself
>The first time she shot herself you were absolutely terrified
>The second time you were sick all over the floor
>By the fifth and sixth time you simply started putting towels on the floor and left the house
>Becoming a Princess had its perks, neither of you had realized what immortality really meant until the day she lost the will to keep living
>She's mostly back to her old self again, she only gets this way maybe once or twice a year
>Maybe it will work this time she thinks. A different caliber of bullet, a different trajectory through the brain
>Then she wakes up on the floor and cries herself hoarse
>It's disturbing how desensitized you've become to the whole thing
>You whisper sweet comforts and mop up the mess, hoping she'll get over it quickly so you can go back to normal
I approve heartily of your skill, sir, but this topic...
I always had this fantasy of actually meeting a suicidal person, giving him a rapier and make a duel with a proposal of the like: 'You want to die so badly ? Fine ! Here, let's play a bit. A dance of might some might say, either way you die right ?' 'I win, you'll die, I lose, you'll kill yourself anyways !'
As the duel goes on, given he is actually fighting back, it rekindle his fighting spirit and somehow make him/her cling to life desperately.
Route 1, sadistic: As the new fire in his/her soul roar, he/she wants to stop but I don't, I take pleasure into knowing I'll crush his might with my skill and experience.
Route 2, bittersweet: As the new fire in his/her soul roar, he/she wants to stop and I accept, a new found mutual respect grow between us.
Route 3, resignation: He/She isn't willing to fight at all, I stab trough the heart as an act of mercy.
Route 4, disgust: He/She isn't willing to fight at all, I am disgusted with the lack of might and leave.
Could be fun to write off someday.
Please, sir... I want some... more.
The implication is that her body is regenerative to the point of functional nigh-invincibility; not such a good thing for one who loses the will to live.
Methinks someone's jimmies are still rustled over a crown, a title, and a pair of lilac wings; there are still people like you here in 2016?
Methinks someone has trouble differentiating between princessdom and immortality. Twilight's "immortality" has become so cliched and overdramatized in the most artificially sentimental and edgy ways that it makes me want to puke
> Oh noes, my friends are gone. My immortality killed them all. Curse it. Boo hoo.
And be reminded that this is fanon. It's nowhere in the show indicated that Twilight is "immortal"; in fact, the word of god says otherwise. Nor is it a fact that Celestia and Luna are bound to physical bodies that can't be killed or destroyed. They're just really fucking old while still looking young.
I will admit, word of God is canon until proven jossed; but even if alicorns can be killed given enough force or time, they've certainly got superequine levels of health, durability and resilience, both physical and mental. It wouldn't exactly be hard for the writing staff to convince everyone that alicorns are actually as immortal and nigh-invulnerable as the green written would have you believe; they just don't want to delve into the feels of how much of a curse it is to continuously outlive loved ones, at least to their target audience.
Princess Celestia has slipped further and further into the background as the show's gone on, when she should still be as prominent and powerful as Equestria's citizens seem to think she is; at this point, what other reason really makes so much sense?