Super Humans and Power Ponies! Issue #10

>Be you, Anon
>You are a private security consultant, and you have an absolutely stellar reputation.
>Lawyers, actors, musicians and even a few judges and politicians passed your business cards around during tense meetings about things they shouldn't talk about, especially behind closed doors.
>Today, you're mugging in front of a bank vault owned by your latest clients, Dominion Trust.
>Dominion has a reputation for screwing pensioners who think they're too good to read contracts, but all you care about is that their reputation has attracted the attention of some vigilante gang of thieves.
>These tosspots walk around calling themselves the "Prophecies of the Meek" and have sworn to take back every cent the bank has stolen.
>The Meek, as you prefer to call them, have managed to grab a few grand in hacks, stick ups, and truck robberies around the country.
>The suits are certain that the main vault in Cantalanta is the target for their "coup de grâce" heist, which is where you come in.
>You scan the crowd of elderly folks and frustrated office workers, knowing for a fact that any attack on the vault would certainly not be coming from directly in front of the door.
>But that's where you're paid to stand and watch, so you stand and watch.
>Just as you finish suppressing your fifth yawn in an hour, the headset you were giving crackles with a panicked voice.
>"Mr. Anon, all our feeds just went out!"
>You smile to yourself and tap your ear.
"Told you so. Trip the alarm and give me a few minutes."
>Security guards hurry the civilians out into the street and create quite the mess in the lobby, but you don't have any trouble reaching the stairs as the crowd parts around you.
>You sprint towards the roof and curse the cheapskates not buying an elevator.
>You drive the roof access door open with a boot, and sure enough, some scrawny teenager in too much black for the middle of summer is hurriedly packing a laptop into his backpack.

Long intro, don't worry, we'll get to Ponk.

>>29932160
"If I have to chase you, this is gonna hurt a lot worse."
>The stupid shitkid actually grins at you.
>"Good thing I'm not running, guard dog."
>Gross, are you trading quips?
>Just as the thought comes to you, the kid's arms set themselves on fire and he pulls them up into a sloppy boxer's stance.
>No wonder they got away with the other heists, they're fucking supers!
>The kid charges you and pulls his fist back for an earthshattering jab.
>It connects with the force of a sedan at eighty miles an hour, and fire becomes your world.
>You savor the look of surprise and fear on his face when the fire clears and you haven't budged an inch.
>A silvery metal has replaced your skin.
"Cup check!"
>You pop him in the balls, and he drops into a fetal position.
>You might have crushed his developing testes, but you shrug off the guilt male sympathy saddles you with and drive a fist into his forehead.
>You hope you knocked him out, but the scorch marks he left will work as evidence for self-defense if you pushed a little too hard.
>You take his phone and check his messages.
>You scroll through bad flirting and memes until you find a contact he seemed to be taking semi-seriously.
>[r we gud?]
>[ye, 234 flrs clear]
>The rest of the crew is on the third floor, probably right above the vault. Were they going to burn their way in with this guy's help?
>You dives back into the stairwell and practically fall two floors before grabbing the banister and hauling yourself up.
>You dash past office cubicles that had been abandoned in a hurry before you reach the room directly above the vault.
>Four more people, ranging from late high school to late college, stare at you with wide eyes.

Just got out of the shower, was it so bad that everyone abandoned thread or something?

>>29932566
Nah, its the middle of the night where I am, and I can barely see the computer right now, will review in the morning, goodnight. Plus a new episode dropped, so everyone isn't doing much around here.

>>29932620
Oh shit, right. I'm one of those "don't watch the show anymore" faggots and actually fucking forgot. Night Anon.

>>29932327
>One of the girls changes her forearms into fucking swords.
>They all charge you at once.
>Blades, claws, intense cold, and you pretty sure a few bites bounce off of your metallic exterior.
>You pay every one back with a haymaker, but the constant blows are throwing you off balance and giving them room to maneuver out of your punches.
>If they would just let up for half a second...
>"IIIIIINCOMING!"
>What the fuck wa-
>You hear a window shatter and something way too fucking bright starts bouncing around the room.
>It never keeps its shape, until it holds still just long enough to kick at one of your assailants.
>You make out the shape of a young woman.
>With your attackers distracted for one precious second, you throw two hooks you'll give yourself a rigorous back patting for later.
>Two of the thieves drop and don't get back up.
>You look back up and gape with horror at some monstrous pink THING eating two young women.
>One of them seems way to happy about it, and the other is the sword-arms bitch.
>It's only when Elizabeth Scissorhands drops unconscious that you realize the head sticking out of the pink thing IS the pink thing.
>She unwraps herself from the young woman she was strangling with her midriff and gives you a grin so wide that bile rises in the back of your throat.
>Then she tones it down, and you realize her lips were stretching back an absolutely inhumane amount.
>"Wow, we sure showed them, huh?! Great job with those two!"
>Wait, two?
>You count one, two, the one she strangled...
>Where's number four?
"SHIT!"
>She giggles at you. "That's a naughty word~!"
>You ignore her and run to the balcony that overlooks the lobby.

>>29932773
>Sure enough, one of the Go-Go Goth Squad is barreling towards the front door.
>Fuck.
>Like always, the cops are nowhere to be seen outside the building.
>Double fuck.
>You're not fast enough to catch her at that speed.
>Tripl-
>"Do you trust me?"
>The pink thing is beside you, and giving you a look somewhere between "We're about to storm Normandy Beach together" and "Can I pwease have a cookie, mistuh?"
"No, I don't fucking tru-"
>But it was too late.
>Her arm wraps around your waist four or five times before you can object.
>She jumps over the side, and her arm catches against the banister.
>That's gotta hurt like a motherfucker.
>It starts to pull downwards towards its owner and picks up speed.
>Before you can process the plan, the part of the arm wrapped around you flings forward to join the rest and loosens at the height of your flight.
>Suddenly, you're flying like she had shot you out of a fucking circus canon.
"SHIIIII-"
>Despite your state, you somehow manage to cock a fist back.
>Almost four hundred and fifty pounds of solid steel and fifty miles an hour of speed is behind your punch to the back of the thief's head.
>She hits the ground so hard she keeps rolling and eventually lands on her back.
>You manage to land on your knees like a guitarist in a solo and slide forward through the front door.
>You come to a stop in the middle of the street, right as police cars finally start to pull up.

>>29932812
>Be you, Pinkie Pie
>But ssh, don't tell anyone!
>Because right now, you're Bubblegum!
>The Bombastic Bouncer!
>The Sentinel of Stretch!
>Cantalanta's Premiere Hero!
>And you're also the reason an innocent man in sitting in a jail cell...
>But, hey, at least you bailed him out!
>The officer leads you to the holding cells as both of you try to ignore the vicious insults (and a few vulgar catcalls) being slung from the less temporary residents you had put there.
>"Here he is, ma'am. Hey, Anon!"
>He bangs his baton against the bars.
>"Your story checks, now get the hell out of here!"
>You want to tell the officer that there's no reason to be so rude, but then you walk past him and see the cell.
>Mr. Anon is calmly sitting on the end of the bench, looking all the world like a man who couldn't care less that his expensive shirt was destroyed in the fight.
>Every other drunkard and holdover prisoner, including the five you and Anon had just busted, were crowding as close together as they could in a square of concrete that couldn't have been more the five feet wide both ways.
>You narrow your eyes at him, and he shrugs his massive shoulders.
>Without a word, he stands up straight and walks out of the cell like he just wrapped up a business meeting.
>The tension in the room melts away.
>You follow him out of the police station and he stops on the sidewalk.
"Why were they so afraid of you? Did you get into a fight in there?"
>He ignores you and takes out his phone.
>It doesn't happen often, so you can't be sure, but you can actually feel yourself getting a teensy bit mad.
>You stomp a foot to get his attention and cross your arms as hard as you can without them coming back around.

>>29932969
"HEY! I stuck my neck out for you here, do you know that?! I can't just go around bailing criminals out of jail, but you aren't a criminal, which is why I did it! But if you-"
>He holds up a finger to interrupt you, but doesn't say anything to take up the silence.
>You have to drag your grinding teeth apart to keep talking.
"BUT IF YOU STARTED A FIGHT IN THERE, that's what it looks like! It looks like I just busted some two-bit THUG out of jail!"
>Just as you finish your tirade, a black car with tinted windows pulls up to the station and stops in front of you both.
>Mr. Anon finally looks at you.
>"I didn't start anything, and you can ask the cops yourself if you don't believe me. I am grateful that you went out of your way to get me out."
>He leans in and peers at you with such intensity that you forget for a moment you could probably just absorb any punch he could throw at you.
>"That said, your crazy, fucked up plan is the only reason they arrested me, and the last thing I need in my line of work is a record."
>He stood back up to his full height, and you tried not to let out the breath you were holding. Then he'd know you were holding it.
>"You came DANGEROUSLY close to ruining my future prospects, but luckily for the both of us, my contract here is over. I'm done with this city."
>He opens the rear car door, and for a moment you were worried he was going to rip it off.
>"And one more thing..."
>Against your better judgment, you look him straight in the eyes.
>"Do not EVER call me a two-bit thug."
>By the time you can look away from him, he's already slammed the car door and told the driver to step on it.
>You openly shiver as your nerves calm down.
>Mr. Anon was a man with a LOT of experience being angry.

Bedtime, I'll be back to continue tomorrow. Hopefully, I wasn't so tired that I made the story illegible.

>>29932645
Yeah, it was like 6 am over here.
Nice to have you on board.
Im curious as to where you're going with the story, but at the moment don't see much traits that would make Anon sympathtic. Give us a reason to root for him.

>>29933033
It was good. Hope to see more of this

>>29933278
Don't worry, I have a plan. Anon just needs to end up in a situation where he's comfortable revealing why he acts like he does, which will happen, but I'm trying not to rush.

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>>29934219
No, do rush. It will tooootally work in your favor. I did me wonders.

>>29932979
>Be Anon
>You step out of the car at the airport terminal and finish typing away at your phone to buy a ticket back to your hometown.
>The moment you walk into baggage, two guys your size wearing Men in Black costumes approach you from the crowd.
>"Mr. Anon?"
>You can only wish that you could sigh hard enough to truly capture how much you don't want to talk to them, so you don't try.
"Yes?"
>They pull out their wallets and show you their EHMA badges.
>The Extraordinary Humans Monitoring Administration.
>Fucking perfect.
>"We'd like you to walk with us, won't take a moment."
>It's not like you could actually say no, so you nod and follow them.
"So, when did EHMA get the funding to field two spooks at once?"
>Their perfect neutral expressions drop into unimpressed frowns.
>It's really starting to creep you out how in sync these two are.
>"Don't try to be cute, Mr. Anon. When seven members of your... Particular demogrpahic end up in one city, you can be damn sure that we know about it and are prepared to act accordingly."
>You'll never understand why they insist on never calling supers out by name.

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>>29934834
>Beanposting
That's a 500$ fine

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>>29934889
I'll pay you with a pair of hips.

>>29934900
We only take green as payment

>>29934871
EHMA? like a more fucked up SRA?

>>29934995
More like a LESS fucked up SRA. We're probably not going to get too much more in depth with them, so a quick rundown of how I think of them:

They're like the CIA's runty younger brother that no one in the government really takes seriously. People with superpowers DO take them very seriously, because they know one big fuck up or one supervillain who causes too much collateral damage will get the Administration a lot more attention from the people with real power.

No one is really sure if they'll turn into the SRA or SHIELD, so everyone's ready for them to be anything.

>>29934871
>The MIB take you to an office with a clear view of the mass of people hurrying to and fro.
>The fact that those same people would have a clear view of whoever threw the first punch, if anyone did, was left unspoken.
>Sitting at the humble office drone's desk is some fat old man in an ill-fitting suit.
>He's grinning at you, and it brings back unpleasant memories of that Bubblegum chick doing her 'Thing' impression.
>By the time you shake off the thought of her biting you with too many teeth, the weirdo is shaking your hand. With both of his hands.
>He has sweaty palms.
>"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Anon, a pleasure. Now, I, as I'm sure you already know, am Mayor Mark!"
>You most certainly did not already know that, but you nod anyway.
>"Now, I understand you're a security contractor, right?"
"Consultant, but yes."
>He waves his hand like he's trying to swat your words out of the air.
>"Of course, but the important question is; Are you for hire?"
>Your favorite phrase, but something inside you tenses.
"I am now. The Dominion Trust job was the last one in my backlog, I was going to open it back up when I got home."
>His grin morphs from "Santa Clause" to "Hungry Shark."
>"I was hoping to bring you into a more 'public' sector."
>You raise an eyebrow.
"What?"
>"A permanent job, here in Cantalanta."
>You cross your arms and try to look at the Mayor without glaring at him.
"I'm not too sure about that. You think taxpayers are going to be happy about putting food on my table?"
>He laughs in a way that may have been menacing if it hadn't been coming from a walking potato sack.
>"If we brought you in as a public defender, we'd be the only city in America with TWO superheroes. The sense of security alone would be priceless."
>Oh, by your ancestral dead, he wants you to work with fucking Bubblegum?
>You open your mouth to tell him to fuck off.
"How much?"
>Fucking muscle memory.

>>29934834
Beans...you know your not allowed to talk unless your actually doing something.
>>29934900
Not good enough, green first.

>>29935138
So that's all until I finish this homework. I'll get back at it either later tonight or tomorrow. Opinions so far?

>>29935295
Pretty good, just woke up, so after I shower I'll spellcheck for ya like the other writefags.

Bump, and also done with one project. Just gotta finish this paper and I can do fun shit again.

>>29912222
>Be Slenderman
>Just kidding.
>Be Anon.
>Your features are hidden through the control you have over the super-suit Treehugger had given you.
>Your face was now almost completely even.
>Only a slight bump of what’s your nose remains, but there was nothing else one could make out.
>Chin, jawbones, cheekbones, eyebrows, ears, … everything was just hidden under a structure you made the nanites.
>Only if you’d open your mouth widely can you see the face grow longer.
>It’s scary, really.
>You barely feel like wearing anything over your face at all.
>The rest of the suit was similar.
>As you asked Treehugger if you could feign another person like this she said it would not be utterly impossible.
>You can only extend your face by pushing the skin out to simulate a fat guy, and even then you’d not be able to convincingly recreate another person.
>And even then, the nanites are red, so it would be like carrying a constant blush.
>Then there’s voice and behavior.
>Getting your vocal cords to swing the right way would also be achievable, but simply copying someone’s behavior... that needs practice, and isn’t anything the nanites could do for you.
>Even after having removed your features, and putting a sock on above it, you still get a mask.
>Like, a regular, bank-robber kind of mask.
>So your first stop of the night was the costume section of a clothing store where you ended up picking George Bush.
>Guy Fawkes you think would have been too cringe worthy.
>Treehugger took Larry King.
>The masks are layers upon layers of precautions.

>>29936339
>The cameras will be disabled.
>Witnesses will be killed
>Any who do see you and get away will only see the mask.
>Those who see you without mask in case you mess up, or they manage to unmask you will still only see the sock on a featureless face.
>And the nanite-mask as part of the suit is interlocked with the nanites you let out from your skin.
>One would have to practically take your skin off if they want to remove the rest.
>And that’s all for a simple fetch quest.
>You already know where the item is stored.
>Some storage facility in Maine. Level 3, Lot 04H20.
>From these specifications one can discern it’s small and light, easily handle able by a single person, of known origin, and not dangerous.
>You wonder what else is buried in their bureaucracy, but you’re not a thief...
>Not an ordinary one at least...
>Okay, and you know Hydra has access to all those toys...
>God damnit, what is the morally right thing to do?
>...
>Not kill the witnesses, that much you know.
>But you agreed to it, because of what you need it for, and what that means...
>NO, you’re not actually okay with it.
>That’s exactly the kind of thinking that gets you to the dark side.
“We’re not going to kill any witnesses.”
>“Oh, are we now?”
>Treehugger seems amused as she looks up from her book.
>She’s reading while the jet takes you to Maine, and the location of the warehouse.
“Yes, we’re not.”
>“What do you suggest we do to them?”
>You bite your lip, hopping from one stupid solution to another in your head.
“We drug them.” you eventually say.

>>29936349
>“Drug them?” Treehugger tilts her head.
“Yeah, something to... like, cap short time memory and only makes them normal-level of confused.”
>She frowns for a moment, thinking, before asking “Do you have a drug like that just lying around?”
“As a matter of fact-”
>You point back into the loading bay of the jet.
“Yeah, I assume we do.”
>She looks back for a moment before she turns to you again. “Elaborate.”, she asks with fake curiosity.
“I don’t think for a moment that half of that jet’s loading area is overgrown by chance. It’s a medical cabinet, isn’t it? For you to, like, do with plants as you please.”
>A smile was on her now. “Maybe.”
“Can you cook up a drug with those effects?”
>“Do I have to do the entirety of the work around here?”
“I come up with the plan, thinking on my feet, altering it to my moral guidelines without compromising the mission. Can you do it or not?”
>She closes her eyes for a moment before she sighs.
>“I’m actually... hmm... Conflicting feelings here again, Anon. You stand up for what you believe is right, and, of course, that is what we should do. We shouldn’t let anyone die for naught... On the other hand I’m also wondering if you have what it takes to fight...”
“Yeah, I... have conflicting feelings too. Yes, okay, sometimes it will be necessary, but not this time. We avoid every death that we can, no matter who it is.”
>She taps with her nail on the cover of her book idly, “I- I’m frankly not sure what got into me. Maybe I just tried to shoo you away once more...”
“Do you want me to promise to stay as I am? Not become... like you?”
>“Nono, nothing like that. A promise to staying true to oneself is for children, or naive adults. Let’s see... There are two things that are important. You need to properly know what it is you believe in and you need to know why you believe in that.”

>>29936353
>You tilt her head as you listen.
>You’ve heard that proverb before, but she’s elaborating.
>“Arguing like ‘that is how things are done’, or ‘that is the law’, or ‘I already crossed this line once’... those are not viable arguments for anyone to base their believes on. Some actions, maybe. But not your believes, Anon.”
“Know what you believe in and why you believe in it. Got it.”
>Recap, why do you trust Treehugger.
>Because you believe in her to be a good person, her to be capable, and even if she has ulterior motives that she’ll never do anything to harm you.
>Except, maybe, like... let you lose a hand, but only if she knows you can regrow it.
>You nod.
“I’ll try to save anyone I can. It may be a childish notion, but I’m not delusional. We can’t save everyone, but if we want to save the world we have to save whom we can.”
>“Hmm... It doesn’t quite make me happy – This all, I mean – but it does give me quite the sense of pride.”
>It’s been a while since you saw her smile this genuinely.
>She smiled from amusement or to seem reassuring, but this smile is different.
>Even if she claims she’s not happy, you can tell she is.
“Conflicted feelings, right?”
>She chuckles, “hmhm, yeah... Certainly so,” before sighing again, “You know... I’m not worried about my timeline anymore. Not if this one has great men like you~”
>You nod, and stand up and go to her, circling around the wheelchair.
“It’s official, you’re getting old, you’re senile now.”
>“Love you~”, she feigns to be oblivious at your mean behavior.
“Yeah, yeah, we have drugs to make, old woman,” you say as you push her back to the loading bay and the plants.

>>29936365
I have like twice that, but the full scene isn't finished, so I'm giving you the sentimental and preparing part of it

pastebin updated!
chapter 1: https://pastebin.com/P4Mawhsw
chapter 2: https://pastebin.com/pGJV6pUZ

>>29932132
glad to see traditions of messing up the OP be kept up.

>>29936397
You can't blame me this time, Untitled

What's wrong with ti? Looks normal to me.

>>29932132

>>29936552
you just copy pasted it again!
(it's ok, I'm laughing tears)

>>29936570
>Looks normal to me.
exactly

>>29936614
?

>>29936623
When we started, Spider bloke gave a few titles every now and then. What you see up top have been the same for the last few threads

>>29936642
and the last pastebin on me, the http://pastebin.com/AiBP87Si one, it's actually our story and past thread list (which I did update recently)

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>>29932132
I wonder how Sunset deals with everyday life. I bet she has to mentally tell herself not to use webs or climb up a wall.

>>29937628
Why would she? Spider-Man doesn't have that problem, and she just has his powers.

>>29937718
I dunno I just thought it would be funny because having webs are the closest thing to magic convenience she has.
>She used to open doors with magic.
>She can now open doors with webs.
>I bet she could use magic to levitate.
>Webs swinging is the closest thing to it in this world.

>>29937909
Huh. Didn't think of it like that.

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>>29937909
That's a neat point you make there.

>>29938884
That's fucking creepy.

>>29932969
>And you're also the reason an innocent man in* sitting in a jail cell...
only real mistake I saw so far from your previous posts is this one. Replace in with is*

>>29935138
I really like you're concept so far, and your grammar is impeccable. I look forward to reading more.

>>29939024
For real? Radicool, my brodalicious compadriot.

>>29939054
Are you okay? Did you get invited to a frat party before posting?

>>29939065
I'm not even joking, I actually did.

>>29939074
That's a weird coincidence.

>>29936365
Its beliefs, not believes. Believes is the plural description of what a person is saying they believe in. Belief is the singular declaration of a idea/belief. You were so close.

>>29935138
Homework's done, time for pone
---
>Be Anon
>Be a fucking idiot who signed an exclusivity contract with the city of Cantalanta.
>On the bright side, you bumped your annual income by a little over a whole digit, assuming the "bonus per crime stopped" clause paid out the way you hoped.
>Still, that was only if you kept your head. No doubt the coming months (years?) would pull you way out of your comfort zone.
>It hits you again that, yes, you're actually a superhero now. Albeit the only one who cashes a check.
>You give yourself a mental shake and focus on the task at hand: Getting your furniture into your new apartment.
>It's not much to look at, and it's square in the middle of the entire CU student body's unofficial housing, but the parties just drive down rent a few precious notches as far as your concerned.
>Like papa always said, no ever one got rich blowing money. God rest his skeleton.
>You heave your dresser onto one shoulder and your fridge onto the other.
>The college kids cheer, apparently deciding that your declination of help was an invitation to enjoy the strongman show.
>Not that you minded, plenty of coeds in the crowd.
>You might have been strutting a bit as you worked, but you'd deny it 'til your dying day.

>>29939178
No one deny's the coeds. No one.

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>>29939178
>Be Pinkie Pie, for real this time.
>You're on your way home after a long day of butt-kicking and yelling at large men.
>Dashie just sent you a text demanding your presence at the apartment. Apparently, your new neighbor is putting on some kind of show.
>Sounds like fun!
>You turn the corner and spot the crowd gathered in front of your complex, whooping like it was the last quarter of a tied game.
>Dash breaks through the crowd, having spotted you before you saw her.
>She grabs your arm and barks something she's too excited to say properly, so you let her carry you to the front of the pack to see for yourself.
>When you get there, you see a guy with a whole freaking washing machine on his shoulder. Just one shoulder! He wasn't even using his other hand!
"No way!"
>"I told ya, right?!"
>You don't care to tell Dash that she didn't tell you anything you could understand.
>This guy's GOT to have powers! Just like you and-
>Your eyes catch the seat of his jeans just as he walks inside. Unf.
>Well, if he's going to show off anyway...
>You trace over his arms and chest when he comes back out lugging an empty box.
>Beef was always more Maud's thing than yours, but yowza, you could appreciate the effort.
>He pops the trunk of a black sedan and folds the cardboard into a neat square before placing it inside and turning back to the crowd.
>Finally, you get to see what he-
"Oh, fuck me."
>"Ha, you and me both, P."
>Your turn to grab Dashie.
>You hurry your roommate into the apartment, despite her protest.
>You very deliberately don't slam the door and lock it behind you.
>Rainbow looks mad.
>"Pinkie, what the hell?!"
"That's the guy from the bank!"
>She looks confused, then afraid.
>"I thought you arrested all of them!"
>You groan into your palm before clarifying.
"Not THAT guy, the OTHER guy! The big one!"
>Rainbow makes a tiny 'o' with her mouth.
>Then she snickers at you.
>"Man, Pinkie, you really wrecked your chances with that guy."

>>29939311
Oh shit Ponk, tell the crowd your plan, how are you going to, SHOW, YOUR, STUFF?!

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>>29934900
Did someone say hips?

So I think I want to keep going with this for a while, but I don't understand pastebin. Do I need to reach a certain length first, and if not, please how to add.

>>29937909
Interesting argument. After all Sunny was Sunbutt's student so she would be an adept with advanced magic.
Maybe she can use what she knows about magic to make different uses of webbing.
That will make her a unique spidy.

>>29920880
>You are Lemon Zest
>Though S.H.I.E.L.D. is a publicly known organization, they keep the location of their buildings to themselves
>So it is not every day you get to be in one of them
>Unfortunately, you are not here for sight seeing
>You thought that Vinyl's death was why Anon asked, or more accurately forcefully enlisted, your help
>Now it seems that Vinyl didn't die
>All her wounds have somehow healed aswell
>So it must be someone else
>Well, technically Vinyl might still die but for now Sunset seems to be the better candidate
>You wish Anon gave you more to work than "Save my friend," before shooting you
>Still, you don't need to wait around to see if Sunset dies from her wounds
>There is nothing you can do to prevent it if that's the case anyway
>Which means that since you don't know who it is that dies, it'll be hard for you to stop that from happening
>So you will probably have to die again
"Goddammit." You mumble.
>The worst part is that there is no way to avoid it because anything Anon want's somehow ends up happening
>With unexpected consequences, sure
>But if he wants you dead, you are pretty sure you'll die
>It's unfortunate that you have a moral compass that stops you from killing people
>You could just kill him here and be done with it
>Well, since there is nothing you can do here, you might as well follow Anon to the cafeteria and get some breakfast yourself
>You wait next to the door and quickly exit as he opens it
"Why thank you, Anonymous. Such a gentleman."
>No answer, of course. He can't hear you
>As you walk, you regret wearing socks instead of shoes
>Ground is cold and it's making your feet cold
>Noted for the next time. Choose shoes, not socks

A little introduction on Lemon Zest. I wonder how many of you remember her from the little teaser before.

>>29939660
OH GOD~

>>29939660
>All her wounds have somehow healed aswell
As the new guy just learned, aswell isn't a word, there needs to be a space there.
Also, is she a time traveling ghost?

>>29939707
I know... It's a habit for me though, gonna be hard to break and there is a correct usage there too!

>time travelling ghost
Something like that.

>>29939719
Neat, haven't seen that power before. Can she still touch stuff?

>>29939760
Yeah, she can.

>>29939806
....I cant not believe she wouldn't have lewd adventure or two. At least after serious stuff is done.

>>29939819
Oh my friend, she does and will.

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>>29939840
The only proper response to that.

>>29939855
Maybe I shouldn't say this but we are getting closer to lewd in this story. We still have some way to go there though.

>>29939311
>Once you get Dash to stop giggling at you "crush," you seclude yourself in your room and get to pacing.
>Why would Mr. Anon move in? He's already got a career, and it seemed like it was going great!
>Except he told you that you might have messed it up.
>Maybe you did mess it up, and now he has to go back to college?
>No, no, that doesn't make sense. He wouldn't get accepted in an afternoon, anyway.
>So why here? What's here that he'd be so interested in?
>You look up at your mirror and lock eyes with your surprised reflection.
"He knows about me!"
>Oh, man, he wants revenge for your stunt at the bank, and he used his psychic Metal Man powers to learn your identity and track you!
>Alright, "psychic Metal Man" is a stupid idea, but still.
>This is grade A super villain stuff!
>Maybe a B-.
>Whatever!
>He knows your identity, and he knows where you live, and he's probably spying on your apartment right now, waiting for you to slip up!
>You grin to yourself as an idea comes to you.
"We'll see who spies on who, Anon. Time for a little counter-espionage!"
---
>It's almost midnight, and things in the complex are finally starting to wind down.
>You're still Pinkie Pie, and you've suited up in your super secret "Secret Agent Bubblegum: Stealth Action Edition" outfit!
>Lots of dark blues, because ninjas don't wear black.
>Time to go to work.
>You squeeze yourself through a small gap in your window and drip onto the balcony like a living puddle of ink.
>You climb down the side of the balcony and drop into the grass as quietly as a field mouse.
>Crickets chirp in the grass around you, and you focus on the door that now sat directly across from you.
>Anon's door.

>>29939954
>you "crush"
God fucking dammit.

>>29939943
Excitement mounting anyways
>>29939959
At least your noticing.

>>29939969
*you're

>>29939980
Good man. You will go far here.

>>29939954
>You creep forward, careful to stay as low as possible, which is pretty low. Lower than most normal humans could manage, anyway.
>After only a few seconds, your back is pressed against a wall and you press your ear against his door.
>You can barely make out the sound of slow, deep breathing on the other side.
>No good, he's probably waiting for you in there.
>You slink around the side of his building and eventually find his bedroom window.
>A quick peak confirms it, he's not inside.
>You press yourself through the window.
>It takes a lot more time, Anon didn't have the courtesy to leave a little breathing room for Stretchy Pies like yourself.
>Then you toes get stuck.
>It's unthinkable, impossible, but there it is.
>You grumble to yourself - Anon must have used his super strength to super close the window.
>Now you're stuck on your hands and knees in his bedroom-
>Better leave this part out when you tell Dashie later.
>-in his bedroom and have to pull your toes as hard as you can.
>You wince at the rubber snap as your toes come loose, but you can still hear Anon breathing.
>The pace hasn't changed at all.
>You relax, just a little, and check the room around you before frowning.
>There's nothing in here but a mattress.
>You slip through the crack under the door and spread yourself against the walls of his tiny hallway.
>The "part living room part kitchen" and front door are just ahead of you now. That's where Anon is.
>The other bedroom is to your left and a bath/laundry room is behind you.
>Good thing he got the same floorplan you did.
>You sweep through the bathroom and second bedroom but find nothing save for a single sock and 45 cents in change.

>>29940056
>You take a deep breath and draw yourself up to investigate the front room.
>Anon is asleep on the couch, head tilted so far back that he would've seen you had he been awake.
>The TV in front of him has gone into standby mode.
>A pizza box sits on his counter, but beyond that, there's nothing in this room either.
>You're starting to get frustrated.
>You'll be darned before you leave without learning SOMETHING, might as well see what he was watching.
>You snatch the remote from the coffee table, mute the TV, and press Select to wake it back up.
>Your virgin eyes are assaulted by giant animated breasts, about four sizes beyond even your wildest experiments with stretchy powers and a mirror.
>They bounce around the screen like excited puppies in a ball pit, but the light from the TV is bright enough now for you to catch a good look at exactly what Anon was doing before he passed out.

>>29939980
*cough*
>>29939178
>but the parties just drive down rent a few precious notches as far as your concerned.
also *you're
maybe not going far... but places.

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>>29940062
W-what was he doing?

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>>29940126

>>29940062
>Be Anon
>You woke up oddly refreshed this morning, even though you slept on the couch.
>Must be a superpower thing.
>Anyway, right now you're on patrol, you think.
>You've got the radio on a low thrum and the A/C blasting, so whatever you're doing, it's at least comfortable.
>Your old jobs usually came with a specific location you were wanted, but with the location being "anywhere in the city at any given time," you figured you had more leeway.
>Your police scanner occasionally coughs up a minor report.
>Today, they've had five car accidents, an assault, and a mugging. Each and every one solved by normal officers in a few minutes.
>You probably could've gotten there in time, but Christ, what are the normal cops for?
>To be honest, you were starting to get bored.
>You scan the streets and see a woman leading a little congregation of preschool kids into a store.
>Field trip day at the daycare.
>You read the sign for the building they've herded into.
>"Joe Chill's Incredible Ice Cream Shack!"
"Huh."
---
>You're standing patiently behind a three-year-old and his caretaker as he takes another look at the menu and hums as loudly as possible.
>You join him, but without the humming.
>Maybe Neopolitan?
>Your ear piece that you've connected to the police radio cracks off in attention-grabbing static.
>"Attention all units, there's been reports of a 4K15 on Milton Ave., please-"
>You stop paying attention.
>4K15 was recently introduced as a quick way to identify one very specific type of problem.
>Giant monsters.
>You look outside, and sure enough, the street signs say you've parked right on Milton Ave.
>Before you can even turn to run out of the ice cream parlor, a thunderous boom rattles the windows.
>The previously riotous gang of toddlers and children quiets behind you.
>The shadow of something passes over you, and for a moment it looks like the parlor is the only thing left in the world.
>Then you hear the roars.

>>29940280
Bed time again, will continue tomorrow.

>>29940056
>Then you toes get stuck.

>>29940280
I am getting hyped for the next part.
>>29940287
Good night then.

>>29940349
Okay, I'm awake, but I've got classes today. I might also have ANOTHER paper due tomorrow. Still, expect updates later tonight.

>>29941413
Hype.

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>>29940280
>"Joe Chill's Incredible Ice Cream Shack!"

>>29900962

>It’s been a few days since you brought the kitty home and she seemed make herself at home.
>After a day of letting the kitty settle, you called Fluttershy and asked her if she could set up an appointment.
>You needed to get the kitty checked and get her shots.
>Luckily it didn’t hurt your wallet, but you owed a favor to Fluttershy for helping you out.
>She just asked you to help around the shelter for a couple of hours.
>It was a bit unusual, but you weren’t gonna look a gift horse in the face.
>You started right after the appointment and you somewhat regret it.
>Fluttershy asked you to help her wash a few dogs, clean the hamster cages and feed the animals.
>The first and last ones were fairly easy to do.
>Cleaning the hamster cages was a little tougher since the animals used you like a jungle gym.
>Luckily Fluttershy helped get them off of you.
>Now you’re home, reading your psychology book with the kitty on your lap.
>As you scratched the kitty’s ears, you put the book down to take a small break.
“You enjoying yourself, kitty?” you asked, watching her try and bat away your hand.
>She played around for a bit before letting you pet her.
“You know I can’t keep calling you that, right? I’m gonna have to give you a name if you’re gonna stay here,” you said somewhat jokingly.
>The kitty put up no fight to that, like she was agreeing with you.
“Let’s see…… How about Whiskers?” you said, laughing at your stupid joke.
>Kitty kicked your hand away as she sat on your lap.
“Don’t like it, huh? How about Silver?” you said, watching for her reaction.
>The kitty just stared when you suggested that name.
“No reaction isn’t good so that’s a no. What should i call you?” you asked, stroking your chin in thought.
>Kitty jumped off your lap and onto the kitchen counter in one move, stopping in front of your fruit bowl.
>You were starting to get the feeling that this was no ordinary cat.

>>29942065
>With that thought in mind, you get up from your chair and walk towards your counter.
>Once you got to the counter, you saw the cat paw at a lime.
“You like limes?” you asked slowly, glancing at the cat for an answer.
>The cat starts to mewed while still pawing at the lime.
“You want to do something with a lime?” you asked, not taking your eyes off the cat.
>She mewed once more.
“You want me to name you Lime?” you asked, looking at the kitty for her answer.
>You watched as the cat jumped onto the floor and began rubbing up against you.
>The next moment, your phone rang causing you to jump.
>The cat ran off as you pulled the phone out of your pocket and answering it.
“Hello?” you asked a bit too quickly.
> “Hello Anonymous. How’re you doing?” a refined voice said from the other line.
>You smiled happily, knowing who's calling you.
“I’m doing fine, Octavia. And you?” you asked, generally curious.
> “I’m doing as well as can be,” Octavia said sin song like.
> “Just ask him already,” a brash yet whispered on the other end.
>You willing to bet it was Vinyl who whispered, but you’re interested in what she meant.
> “Stop it, Vinyl,” Octavia said quietly, the sound of something falling over was heard.
>It makes you wonder what they’re doing on the other end.
> “Get on with it, Tavi. You can’t keep him on the phone forever,” Vinyl said, something being smashed in the background.
> “I will once you stop being a nuisance,” Octavia said, a door being slammed from what you could tell.
>As Octavia was catching her breath from chasing off her partner, you tried not to laugh at her.
>Vinyl was hilarious when she wanted to annoy someone.
> “I apologize for that,” Octavia said tiredly as she lets out a sigh.
“It’s no big deal. So I’m guessing you want to ask something,” you said, taking a seat in your chair.
> “Yes, I wanted to know if you had any plans tomorrow,” Octavia asked, composing herself.

>>29942075
>You looked at your planner, which you kept near your chair, to see if there was anything scheduled.
>There wasn’t anything planned except for a couple of quick chores.
“I’m free, why?” you asked, wondering if she wanted another session.
> “I was wondering if you wanted to accompany Vinyl and myself to one of our favorite cafes,” she said in a slightly hopeful tone.
>You weren’t expecting that if you were being honest.
>There wasn’t anything wrong with going with them, but you were trying to figure out why she would invite you.
>It took you all but two seconds to just say fuck it to thinking and agree.
“Sure. I’m up for it. Where should we meet?” you asked, not giving it a second thought.
> “Just meet us at the city park at eight,” she said happily.
“Got it. I'll see you tomorrow,” you said, getting up from your seat and walking towards your room.
> “Same to you, love,” she said, hanging up on the other end.
>Once you entered your room, you changed clothes and got into bed.
>Before you dozed off, you felt a small weight land on your chest.
>You paid Lime, as you'll call her, no mind as you drifted to sleep.


>Be Sunset Shimmer in your Spider-Woman outfit.
>After you asked around and searched a few apartment windows, you found Anon’s place.
>Wasn’t that bad.
>Nice size and it was modestly furnished.
>Back to the matter at hand, you've been watching Anon every so often from the building across the street.
>Twilight was kind enough to lend you her long ranged listening device.
>You found nothing until just a few moments ago.
>He has a little date with Doc Oct at some cafe tomorrow.
>Not sure if this was a meet up or just a simple breakfast, but you decided to follow him just to be sure.
“I'll find out what you're up to, Anon,” you said, packing the stuff away.
> “KEEP IT DOWN. THERE'S PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP,” someone yelled, in the apartment below you.
“Sorry,” you said quickly, swinging away on your webs.

>>29942083
Are you going to update drunk Sunset soon?

>>29942083
Newest update on Therapist Anon. He's starting to get a bit suspicious of Lime and he has a date. What could possibly go wrong for him?

>>29942103
Gonna work on it in a bit.

>>29942083
Great update as always.

>>29942083
YES! IT'S LIMESTONE!

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>>29942111
These trips demeand an answer, and this is a super hero thread, everything. EVERYTHING! Even a giant pink monster made out of tits trying to smother him.

>>29942516
But Pinkie isn't gonna smoother him

>>29942224
Maybe it isn't

>>29942532
Don't tease me trepps or I'll send Aryanne and Tracey after you.

>>29942532
I don't remember saying it was Pinkie, could be the Blob.

>>29942587
True. Maybe Anon qill get kidnapped. Maybe Spider-Woman makes a fool out of herself. Maybe Anon needs to get rid of a bomb. It's up in the air.

>>29942565
Fine. But I won't confirm or deny anything

>>29942083
This is going to be a great misunderstanding. And I cant wait to see it.
>>29942625
Oh you wily Trepp you.

>>29942758
Just one misunderstanding?

>>29942460
>"Hello JJJ office, please hold."

>>29943470

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what's better than adamantium armor?

>>29943981
Nothing if its an enclosed suit, I could shoot him the head, cut off a hand, shoot him in the dick. Plenty of options to take him out.

>>29944028
But then the babies would go poppin'.

>>29944160
Wait, I thought we were trying to STOP the babies? They are the villains, right?

>>29944169
This isn't Dead Space, they aren't suicide bombing acid babies.

>>29943981
My question is how would Sunset do in this situation with Anon having a gun pointed at his head the guy is wearing baby armor.

>>29944354
What the hell are you trying to ask? That wasn't even a sentence. Are you asking what would Sunset do if Anon had a gun to the head of a guy in baby armor?

>>29944398
Yes, sorry I had to type fast.

>>29944561
Witnessed.

>>29944561
Gross. She's going to get germs on my food, and sushi is low tier in the first place.

>>>29940280
>You hear a deep gong.
>You're pretty sure that was you, hitting the side of a building.
>You're Anon, and you're getting your ass kicked by Gigantosaurus Rex.
>Usually, you can count on overpowering or outlasting a fight, but come the fuck on.
>You can't overpower a fifty-foot tall dinosaur.
>You grab the sides of the hole your meteoric impact created and heave yourself up.
>The turkey lizard is eyeing you, ready for you to try and come at him again.
>Look at him, smug asshole thinks he's so great, what with his blood red scales and fiery lizard eyes.
>You bet he doesn't even know how dumb those feathers look.
>You grab a loose brick and fastball it right at his face.
>There's an audible squelch, even at this distance, and the monster roars in either fury or pain.
>Looks like you got it right in the eye.
>You charge while it's distracted and try to come up with a plan on the fly.
>Rule of thumb is that big things like him can shrug off a lot of pressure, but put that pressure on a single point and you'll draw blood.
>With that in mind, you grab a light post that your target knocked over during the rampage.
>It's been a hot minute since the last time you tried something like this, you only hope you remember how to do it.
>You jam one end of the post into the concrete and let it catch the pavement.
>You're flying right at his muzzle.
>You feel a massive, warm, and scaly appendage swat you out of the air and back into the asphalt.
>This son of a bitch just tail whipped you.
>He can't be stronger AND faster than you!
>You only just manage to shake off the impact in time to look up and see a giant clawed foot.
>Amazingly, you actually manage to push against the full weight of the creature barreling down on you, but it's only barely enough.
>Even you have limits, and you're feeling yourself beginning to reach them.
>You can't beat this thing. Not by yourself.

>>29944941
Are we going to have a random crazy doctor show up talking about the virtue of scaly lovers?

>>29945049
What? Uh... No, I don't think so? I mean, I guess it could happen. I'm kinda writing by the seat of my pants here.

Generally, when I write, I have some highlight scenes I want, then I figure out what it would take to get from one to the other, and then I get ideas for those scenes which kinda become like, mini highlights. So I guess if the characters start to jerk in a certain way on me, you know how characters write themselves, it could happen. But man, did you not ask about any of that.

>>29945093
I don't actually understand how to respond to that.

>>29945135
Let's forget about it and move on.

>>29945149
Yes sir.

Most of you probably already were thinking this, but Blue Beetle Anon is officially dead. I haven't had an idea for the story in months, and have been waiting for inspiration to strike. I'm calling it quits for now, but if I can think of a way to end the story, I'll come back to it.
Having said that, I will still try to occasionally post things for /k/ Anon, if anyone is still interested in it.

>>29945732
I'm still interested in /k/ Anon

>>29945732
I am still interested in K Anon.

>>29945783
>>29945843
Good to know that I'm not the only one interested in my story.

>>29945861
I think there's more that are interested. They just aren't here right now

>>29946286
I figured, but it's still nice to know.

>>29945093
Don't let the story demand things of you, Alan Wake

>>29946553
That game looked awful. Is it awful?

>>29944941
>As you struggle against the weight being pressed down upon you, you hear the lizard make a confused gurgling noise, and you feel the pressure lessen.
>It fuels something in you, and you can feel the steel cable-like fibers of your muscles grinding and tensing for every ounce of power they can give you.
>With a final, heroic push, you shift the monster's titanic weight and shove the claw off of you completely.
>You might have been screaming while you did it. Your throat hurts, either way.
>Then you see what saved you.
>Bubblegum is riding the thing like a mechanical bull, and she's got both her arms wrapped around its throat.
>What is it with her and strangling?
>Either way, she's got it distracted, so now's the perfect time to carry out your plan.
>You look for the post you had grabbed and see that the giant has stomped it into a flat metal slab of iron.
>You grab the post, brandish it like a makeshift broadsword and try to figure out a way up to its face.
>If you run up that collapsed wall, you could reach the fire escape next to it and-
>Before you can finish planning, the monster's thrashing slams it into one of the taller buildings on this block.
>Not a problem, everyone should have evacuated to the nearby earthquake shelter while it was flinging you around earlier.
>The supports buckle, and the towering structure begins to fall.
>You only start to worry when you realize it's falling directly towards the shelter.
>The world slows down as you process what you do and don't know.
>Is the building tall enough to hit the shelter from here?
>You don't know.
>Can an earthquake shelter take that kind of impact?
>You don't know.
>If those people are in danger, can you get there in time to stop it?
>That, you do know, and it's an easy yes.
>Then it boils down to a simple question:
>Are you willing to risk it?
---
Sorry for slow updates, Finals are next week. I do have a paper due on Wednesday, but I should be able to pick up the pace a bit after that.

>>29946708
Glad to see more of this story. Keep up the good work.

>>29946638
It's a walking simulator with boring combat and "find item X" type "puzzles"
The story is interesting from a creators point of view, but would not be a redeeming factor for the average player.
Nonetheless I can recommend it, just dont expect good gameplay.

>>29946708
>slow updates

Please stop raising the bar.

page 9

Ok, guys. I've been watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. again and I have a problem. How does Radcliff build 4 robots in his home, without anyone noticing? How is he doing it so quickly? How does he get the required parts?

Please tell me these are explained.

>>29947955
comic book logic

>>29947446
those who don't put out a full post each day aren't real writefags

>>29948214
Comic book logic gives everyone some kind of power of being undetected.

>>29948665
Its the Phantom of the Opera mask syndrome, its fucking magic...probably literally, because some cosmic being likes a good show.

>>29948674
Wouldn't surprise me.

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>>29948214
You break my heart Anon.

>>29949102
Its okay, you are trying to write more stories than is probably a good idea at the same time, but at least your not Beans. Your still a writefag, its just....most people are spoiled by large and constant updates by the day. Don't worry about it though, this thread has done well enough without it.

>>29936365
>Maine.
>“You’ll memorize all of this, won’t you?”
“Certainly do, and I have never been big into cars, you know?”
>While Treehugger is growing around plants and using a makeshift alchemical lab, you’re looking through the net for cars.
“If we trip any seismic sensor we just set off all the car alarms and the guards will attribute it to a small earth quake... it’s quite ingenious.”
>“The easiest solution to a problem is pretending there is none. Guards may see not just one alarm triggered but many. The easiest solution is that they-”
“Think it’s connected, yeah. They think it’s connected and not send in a full squad. Or at least the chance is lower. I know. I’m getting the gist of the plan as you relay it to me bit by bit.”
>“If I’d just give you the solution, it wouldn’t be a learning process.”
>You shrug.
>You’re sure you’d memorize it if she’d tell you the multilayered plan and precautions of a stealth mission, but you’re having more fun like this.
>Of course, Treehugger expects not to trigger any seismic sensors, or anything else, but she keeps adding new layers of precautions, thinking of seemingly all eventualities.
>And yet she claims you’re going in quite unprepared as you don’t know the guards schedule routes and behaviors.
>In case you do fail at enough points you still have the amateurish masks which may leads to people thinking it had been some regular low level crime.
>Which... you totally knew that masks like these are amateurs play.
>Obviously the smarter choice is to wear an uniform to look like you belong in that facility.
>Logically...
>(Treehugger didn’t buy it)

>>29949389
>You don’t really know whom she’s playing more, the security guards, or you.
>Not that you’re complaining, you already learned a ton, again.
>“Okay, the drug’s done,” Treehugger finally says and you look back.
>She just grew a cactus-looking thing out of just some mulch.
“A cactus?”
>“Mhm,” she confirms, “potent drug delivered through a tiny hollow needle,” she goes on to show off the size of the thorns as she harvests them with tiny pliers she grew out of her fingers, “figuratively undetectable.”
“And what’s the exact effect?” you ask.
>“Fatigue, dizziness, and inability to store short term memory into long term. Side effects will be fever, low blood pressure, disrupted sense of smell and taste. It’ll make them sick and they’ll need bed rest, maybe even stay a few night in the hospital,” she admits. “However, I’m certain it’s not lethal without them having some preexisting condition or a rare allergy.”
“Not reassuring,” you shake your head.
>“We can always go back to Plan A.”
“I’m reassured.” you nod.
>“Good,” Treehugger nods happily as she offers you some of those needle like thorns, “encase them into your suit, at the fingertips, so they are ready to use.”
>You reach out, summoning small tendrils from the tips of your fingers to pick the thorns up.
>These small precise movements are not a problem for you anymore.
>Doing as she said you have a new weapon at your disposal.
>This gets you thinking though.
“So, how many different toxins like this have you had in your prime?”
>She looks up to you again only after she finishes putting her own in place.
>“It’s not so much a number, as it’s... freeform. Whatever I need for a mission, I make. These chemical bonds degrade, there was not much use in making them in bulk, and I never left them lying around.”

>>29949396
“I see...”, you nod, “plus, I guess there are easier ways to dispose of people.”
>She frowns a little, “there sure are... I guess I’m not leaving you with the greatest impression to remember me by. A lethal-”
“Will you stop bringing it up!”
>Your shout makes her retreat in surprise a little.
“I have enough on my mind and I’m really getting pissed at you telling me how you’re dying every five minutes!”
>“I-”, she tries to begin a defense, but you interrupt her
“No! Let me talk!”, you’re actually angry, “You think just because you were a ruthless killing machine 90% of your life... it changes nothing about the fact that you were my family for my ENTIRE life. Doesn’t matter if you lied to me and that I’m pissed now because of it. Neither does it matter how much you think you deserve to be loved, you made me fucking love you and now you have to deal with it.”
>You cross your arms and turn to walk to the cockpit.
“If anything it’s kinda cool to be an assassin, in a morbid kind of way. And to think I’m what made you stop... it’s like an achievement for me... having tamed you...”
>You don’t even know if she heard that last part as you began to mumble and increase the distance between her and yourself.
>You sigh as you plop down into the chair by the command console.
>There’s enough info in your head to tag all the cars you want, so you begin to steer the drone over the parking lot and pick them out.
>Just as you fly the drone underneath the cars to tune into their alarm system and gain full control over it, Treehugger rolls after you into the cockpit.
>You don’t turn back to her, even as you hear her stand up.
>“Love you,” she says as she hugs you from behind, nuzzling slightly into your neck (as much as your chair allows it)
“Tsk,” you click with your tongue, half amused, half annoyed, “Love you too...”, you turn back to her and empathize the word with which you address her now, “Mom.”

>>29949403
as with my entire story, it just doesn't get to the point which I want to write...

>>29949409
Don't worry about it, you'll get there eventually.

>>29949409
I think we all have that feeling

>>29950405
>>29949823
I'm afraid I'm getting way better at these in between things than I'll do in the scenes I want to write

Trixie will have to show up eventually

>>29950561
Trixie is always fun to have around

>>29950561
>>29951171
on a scale of one to ten, how difficult would it be to snuggle a wild Trixie into submission?

>>29951283
I say it would be a five or six. She would like it but act indifferent.

At least that's what I think

>>29951545
That sounds like a good balance for her, bring plenty of chocolate for Venom too.

Finished with my paper, gonna get back to cracking at this dino fight. Also, semi-bump.

>>29952100
Shit man, you are rolling in the dubs, kek praise you.

>>29952109
For every pony you love with all your heart, Moloch's power wanes a little more.

>>29952121
>2121

>>29952131
Your getting plenty of good digits lately, try the lottery.

Fuuuuck...well, I got some slightly unrelated sad news folks. For anyone that goes to the Alone in Equestria girls thread, Axii just finished his story.

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>>29953217
No fucking way.

>>29953240
Yeah, he just dropped the ending an hour ago.

>>29946708
>You may be a lot of things, but you aren't someone who gambles with people's lives.
>You bolt towards the falling building and ignore a squawk of protest from Bubblegum.
>You have to dig your toes into the concrete and jump off of it to win the race against gravity, but you manage it.
>The squat gray shelter comes into view.
>You look back at the falling tower.
>It was definitely tall enough.
>It's also still dropping, no time to evacuate.
>You position yourself between the shelter and the collapsing building and ready yourself for how much this is going to suck.
>You dig your fingers into the road's pavement and pull.
>You manage to lift your end of the road over your head, just as the building hits.
>You've made a ramp for it to rest on, but you're acting as the fulcrum in the worst teeter totter ever.
>This makes you miss getting stepped on.
>You risk looking back towards the shelter.
>People are half out of the door, and they've stopped to look at you with wide eyes.
>Seems like they were going to try to evacuate on their own.
>If you weren't still in the middle of saving them, you'd shudder at how close they came to being crushed without even the shelter roof for protection.
>Why are they still standing there?
"GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR!"
>That shakes the lead civilian out of his stupor, and he starts herding the rest out of the path of the building.
>You really shouldn't keep watching them, twisting like this is putting an unnecessary amount of strain on you. But you can't look away.
>You see them all run for their lives. There's so many, and they'd all be dead right now if you had hesitated for a moment.
>It feels like hours, but eventually, everyone is a safe distance away.
>You let go and feel yourself bounce from the impact.
>Thank God for your super-tough body.

>>29953288
More!!!

>>29953310
You sure? Next part is Ponka POV. I like Plinko, but she's not popular on /mlp/ as far as I can tell. I'm a newfag, tho, so what do I know.

>>29953363
Do the POV that is appropriate, the only ones that don't like the Ponk are shitposters or people playing up a meme, don't mind them. Plus that isn't a thing in this thread.

>>29953392
Well, unfortunately, that final essay took up all my time today. So it's nowhere near ready to post. I'll have it up tomorrow, but I have no idea what time.

Know what's weird? Because of all the extra grades my professors are squeezing in, I'll probably have more time to write next week during finals than I will right now.

>>29953417
Well, that is only good news. Take your time then.

>>29954047
>Doc Octavia will never make you breakfast before a bank robbery

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>>29932132
I think it would be funny to play with the idea of Sunset's real age.

>>29953288
>Be Pinkie Pie
>It's a slow day today.
>Usually, you'd fill the time by hanging out with friends.
>Everyone's busy. Which is fine, they can have their own things to do.
>Because if that doesn't pan out, you can work on homework or projects.
>But it's the middle of summer, and you didn't sign up for any summer courses.
>You'd play video games, but Rainbow's not here, and single player games bore you.
>So you've stretched out on the couch (in the comfy way, not the super way).
>You're watching some mindless show about therapy or something. All you know is that people are crying and a man in a suit is trying to make them stop.
>Shortly after you begin throwing Skittles into the air and trying to catch them in your mouth, your show is highjacked by the emergency broadcast system.
>You sit up, wide awake, as the local reporter rattles off about the importance of seeking shelter in the case of a giant monster attack.
"Oh no..."
>You hated fighting those things.
>By the time you pull your mask on, the broadcast has managed to make a list of potentially affected areas.
>Pine, Slaughter, Wake, Milton...
>Those are all roads on the edge of the city, where suburbs meet skyscrapers.
>Low population density compared to the rest of Cantalanta, but the total still hovers at around a thousand, more if people were at work today.
>You need to hurry.

>>29954941
>You swing onto the roof of an overlooking tower.
>You know you don't have a moment to spare, but you can't stop yourself from looking at the carnage.
>The buildings that haven't had walls or roofs cave in are simply gone, some things are on fire, but everything is also wet from fire hydrants ripped out of the ground.
>The few times you had fought monsters like this before had taught you that things didn't look this bad until the fight was over.
>So either someone else was fighting it, or it's really angry.
>You don't think you're lucky enough for the first option.
>You hop a few more blocks before you see it.
>It's huge, bigger than the others by at least twenty feet.
>The red scales make it look like it's made out of cooling magma, the wrath of a volcano brought to life.
>The feathers kinda ruin the impression, though.
>Something sticks out at you.
>With how wrecked this area is, you'd expect the dinosaur to be thrashing around and shoving cars in its mouth.
>It's just standing there, flexing its muscles like it's trying to lift something heavy.
>You spot the muscles in its jaw tense.
>Is it gritting its teeth? What's it doing that takes so much effort?
>You can't tell, and you decide you don't care.
>You jump on its back. It doesn't notice.
>You wind up for you go-to tactic when dealing with big bullies - cut off the air supply.
---
Sorry for the weird cut, it was 3000 ish characters and I couldn't cut it down to one post without sacrificing too much.

>>29954947
>Sorry for the weird cut, it was 3000 ish characters and I couldn't cut it down to one post without sacrificing too much.
the pain of character limits
now you're a real writefag

>>29954766
>real age
headcanon

>>29955412
>He says this in a thread where a horse girl has spider powers.

>>29949403
>The plan’s easy.
>The jet has been in stealth mode the entire time, so you can easily enter the facilities air-space and let it hover just over the roof while Treehugger and you exit it.
>There were cameras the face the sky, but finding a blind spot where you could open the hatch of the jet was easy.
>Once you open up Treehugger lashes out with her nanites to the nearest camera, and soon after has control of all the signals running to and from the cameras down into the facility.
>Record five minutes.
>Slow down the next ten minutes to play for fifteen minutes.
>To avoid a jump cut to the feed on the recording, the database’s video will fade the recording during the last two and a half minutes, and then fade back into the live stream for two and a half minutes for a very smooth transition.
>It’s maybe too complicated, but the five minutes window you get should be enough to access a terminal and gain full control of the facilities sensors.
>It should be easy to open the door without triggering an alarm, small tendrils can push it open from the inside, or simply take on the form of a key (Treehugger has yet to show you how to do that), and tricking the alarm is child’s play as well.
>Once you’re sure you can enter you use the same camera trick you began with and make your way through the facility.
>If you calculate to take a whole minute to hack in and gain full control you’ll have about about four minutes of not only camera recordings but all other sensors as well, and that’s before you even enter.
>Then you simply gather all the data, judge what noise constitutes as ‘nothing’ through pattern recognition, and then create your own data to feed the system whenever you need it.
>All seamless, of course.
>Next up is avoiding everyone who patrols the hallways or works their in some other way, but as it’s night there are barely scientists present.

>>29955549
>This too was easily taken care off by Treehugger, who’ll simply take the floor plan you’ve acquired and cross reference it with the cameras and other sensors.
>Then she’ll go full augmented reality and effectively is able to look through walls.
>As far as the plan goes, she’ll do it for you too, but it’s a lot of computing power used for something the nanites have never been meant to do.
>Then you’ve got to find the box..
>Finding a needle in a haystack is pretty easy if every straw is computerized and your brain has an up-link to a supercomputer.
>Get the box.
>And get out using the same method you used to get in.
>Step 4: Profit.
>This is easy.
>Like the tutorial level of a stealth vidya, way too easy, and way too many precautions.
>You can’t help but feel the metroid-y vibe from it too.
>Get to know a lot of fun features before losing them all and starting from scratch.
>And... well, you earlier rebuked her for bringing it up, but she won’t be giving you a HUD and live video editing every time.
>Your look nervously to your wristwatch and mentally count down the last few seconds, before...
“Showtime.”
>The jet’s door opens and you jump out.
>Your feet hit the gravel and for a moment you thought all hell would break loose, but nothing happened.
>“No one-liners, please,” Treehugger asks you right after you hear her feet connect with the floor behind you.
>She can walk and even run by using the nanites to move her muscles by force.
>Usually she just doesn’t do it because it requires active attention, and she has a shitload of other stuff on her plate right now too, but as she hasn’t said anything you hope she knows where her limits are.
“No one-liners? You just outlawed 90% of my personality.”

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>>29955559

>>29955559
Anon's turning into Peter parker

>>29954947
Six hours later, and I realize I forgot to type in the name field. That'll teach me to comment in any other thread on this site.

>>29956629
better to forget it than to namefag around like a ... regular fag

>>29956665
>6665
Not today, Satan.

>>29954654
How would you help prep your villain girlfriend before she goes to work?

>>29956956
I wouldn't, it makes me an accomplice.

>>29954947
It doesn't really sound all that...Pinkie Pie? She is way too serious and sounds like a different character.

>>29956996
Not if all you do is give her a morning fuck and goodby kiss before she goes to work. Then if your out of the house and doing your own job no one can really blame you. She has super powers, it'll be fineee. Don't worry about it.

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>>29957507
Fair enough. I mean, my main concern there was trying not to get across that she does take this seriously, so I may have overcorrected.

I may have gone too far in a few places.
>mfw

>>29957652
And I assume that's your face when you realize you forgot your name again. But its a okay attempt.

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>>29957685

>>29939660
>Food in the cafeteria looks godd
>Salad, eggs, honey, butter, toasted breads, jelly...
>You'd love to get a food tray and sit somewhere, but making things that don't touch your skin imperceptible requires actual work from your part
>Needless to say, you are pretty tired
>You've been following Anon around for a few days now and you got no sleep last night
>You need some place to sleep that won't get you caught, you can't use your powers while you're asleep
>You just go ahead and grab a fork
>Taking a tray and making the food disappear may be hard, but you can just eat here
>It does look like self service, there is no "lunch lady", so floating food won't gather much attention
>You hope
>It is good that there is not many people getting breakfast too
>You wait a little for Anon to finish up and start up with some cheese
>It's pretty gouda
>Heh
>Looking around to make sure no one's watching, you continue your meal
>After a while, it starts to get crowded
>Apperantly you were just early, so you decide not risking getting caught and head for the table that Anon and others are sitting
>People in your way subconciously move away from you
>Once you are at the table, you listen in on the conversation
>"They should let you go after getting a report on the events at the club." Nurse speaks. "I think it would be smart to run some tests on you though." She says to Vinyl. "I think you might have acquired some new abilities."
>"Like superpowers?" Vinyl seems excited. "Oh man, this is great!"
>You are kinda impressed how comfortable Vinyl is with just a lab coat as her attire

>>29957972
>Pretty hot to be honest, Anon would agree you imagine
>He doesn't seem like he's paying attention to anything around him right now though
>Probably thinking about Sunset if you were to guess
>"OW! OW! OW! MMMHH!" Vinyl's cry makes you and everyone else look at her
>She's holding her tummy with a pained expression
>"What is it, Vinyl? What's happening?!" Octavia asks.
>"I-" She gags. "I think I'm gonna throw up!"
>"Let's get you to a bathroom." Nurse quickly gets up and helps her to her feet, but before they can go much further she bends forward in pain
>Once again, she's grasping her stomach. "Ah, it hurts!"
>Falling on her knees, she gags again and eliminates the need to get to a bathroom
>All others can do is watch
>She keeps gagging even after there is nothing left to let out
>Octavia rubs her back while Vinyl tries to catch her breath
>"I think I need to lay down." She says with a tired voice
>Octavia helps her up and grabs her around the waist, lifting some of her weight
>"I'm sorry about all this." Vinyl says to the nurse
>"It's fine." She cuts short and turns to Octavia. "Take her to the room you were staying, I'll be there once I find someone to clean this up."
>Octavia simply nods and motions Anon for help
>As the two help their friend to a bed you follow suit, reviewing your theories
>Maybe Vinyl's not so well after all

It's been pretty late here but I wanted to write an update anyway. Hope you guys like it. We'll continue with the Hydra duo on the next update.

>>29957981
Always a joy to read an update from you.

>>29957999 (Check'd)
Thanks Anon. I like writing these and it's great to have people who read and enjoy my stories.

>>29957999
>>29958099
Double checked.

>>29957972
>Food in the cafeteria looks godd*
one too many d*s boyo.
>Also, excited Vinyl is a cute.
>>29957981
>All others can do is watch
That's a bit of an odd sentence, did you miss a word here? I think you missed a few others too. But I'm not quite sure. Aside from that, I liked the update.

>>29956956
Hard question. Just help get her stuff together I guess. Maybe help her plan her crimes

>>29954947
>You pull on the creature's neck, hoping to either ride it out of the city or knock it unconscious through lack of oxygen.
>You don't think it's working.
>The stupid lizard hasn't even stopped doing its weird flexing.
>Your grip is starting to loosen, and it hasn't given any sign of even noticing your attack, much less succumbing to it.
>The thought of failure crosses your mind. You feel as though you just had a bucket of ice water dumped on you.
>In the wake of that flood of fear, a spark of righteous fury shines.
>You can't give up! Not when so many people are still in danger!
>You're Bubblegum! The hero who promised to protect people!
>You're Pinkie Pie! The woman who swore she'd work every day to make everyone smile!
>You are NOT going to let this big, stupid, GECKO ruin everyone's lives! You won't let it break your promise!
"No one and NOTHING breaks a Pinkie Promise!"
>You double your efforts, maybe even triple or quadruple!
>The monster finally makes a strangled noise and rears back towards you.
>It's slow progress, but you've got its number now.
>Then, the beast shifts its weight very suddenly and you hear the stomp of its foot hitting the ground.
>Is someone screaming?
>The monster's new angle gives you enough of a view to look for the source, and to your horror, it's coming from right where the monster's claw had been.
>Horror turns to confusion and surprise when you see Anon's silvery form, ready to attack.
"Is he holding a sword? When did he get a sword?"
>As if noticing your presence for the first time, the monster start to buck and thrash, hoping to knock you off its back.
>You maintain your grip even as you fly through the air, until it pins you between the wall of a building and its flank.
>The impact would have squashed anyone else, and even you're dazed.
>You slip through the quickly widening gap and hit the ground.
>When you open your eyes, you see Anon. He's running away.
>He's going to let you fight this thing alone.

>>29959408
Managed to squeeze this one out. Finally going to start my dead days tomorrow, so I'm taking a big sleep. G'night, guys

>>29959421
gnight

>>29958191
Glad you enjoyed. It felt odd to me as well, but I wasn't sure how to make that sentence work. I think it works but as you said, something feels missing.

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>Super hero highschool teacher Anon has to deal with these three.
What happens?

>>29932132
continued from last drunk post

>Be Anon and you’re watching Tv while surfing the web.
>It amazes you how productive you can be with the right motivation.
>Maybe if you focused a bit more in the past then maybe you could of had higher grades in high school.
>You push that thought aside as you continue on look through a few programs.
>They were a bit pricy, but it would be worth it just to see the look on your girlfriend's face.
>It’ll be even better if you see your friends faces as well.
“Now what’s the difference between these,” you said, scrolling through the online catalog.
>Just as you were about to click on one of the products, the news channel jingle was heard.
> “I'm Scribbled Notes and I'm here to,” the news reporter began to say before you started to tune him out.
>You had better things to do than listen to some reports on government officials or some stupid interview.
>Looking at this one product, you saw that it had everything you wanted and it wasn't that expensive.
>Buying the program and downloading it, you got up and walked to the kitchen for a small snack.
> “...newest blockbuster movie made over fifty million dollars in its opening weekend,” the reporter said, droning about something or another.
“Whatever. Tell me something interesting, Scribbled,” you said, taking out a bottle of ice tea and some cherries.
> “This just in. Spider-Woman has been spotted once more,” Scribbled said urgently, just getting the news.
>You look at the Tv in mild interest, wondering if Sunset’s drunk or not.
>They change the shot to the reporter from the other day as she looked at the camera with a fake smile.
> “I’m here with Spider-Woman, who thwarted a bank heist,” the reporter said, as the camera turned to where Spider-Woman was.
>You started to laugh at the scene before you.
>The camera showed Spider-Woman using the tied up villains, Shocker and Doc Oct, while lightly patting their heads.

>>29960923
> “Spider-Woman, I have to ask what’re you doing to them?” the reporter asked, holding her microphone towards the superhero
> “I'm playing the song of my people,” Spider-Woman said, her words slurring as she used the villains heads as bongos.
>You quickly walked back to the room and started to record the news.
>It was important that you get every little embarrassing thing to use later.
>The villainous human instruments could only sit there and take it, grumbling the entire time.
> “This is so humiliating,” Doc Oct said, her black hair covering her eyes as she glared at the camera.
> “I'm blaming you, Octy. It was your plan,” Shock said, her purple sunglasses missing.
>The camera turned back to the reporter who was momentarily confused before composing herself.
> “Spider-Woman, shouldn't you let the police handle it from hear?” the reporter asked, wondering if this was really happening.
>The spider themed hero stopped her patting as she looked at the news reporter.
> “But i haven't teabagged or peed on them yet,” Spider-Woman said, swaying back and forth.
>You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.
>Everything Sunset was saying was just pure gold at this point.
> “You can’t do that,” Shocker said, glaring at the hero.
>You're not sure if she meant she couldn't as in had the ability to, or couldn't as in impossible she can't to do.
>Lacking something to do teabagging with you mean.
>Spider-Woman seemed to take offense to that and pushed Shocker to the ground.
> “FUCK YOU! I CAN DO IT IF I WANT TO!!!” Spider-Woman screamed, teabagging the villain as she screamed all kinds of things.
> “YOU GO GIRL,” a young feminine voice said, outside the camera’ screen.
>That was the last straw for you as you fell to the ground laughing like a hyena.
>This went on for a minute or two, nothing else happening as far as you know.
>Once you calmed down, you got back up to see some just appear next to Spider-Woman.

>>29960944
>That was the last straw for you as you fell to the ground laughing like a hyena.
>This went on for a minute or two, nothing else happening as far as you know.
>Once you calmed down, you got back up to see some just appear next to Spider-Woman.
>Wearing a maroon bodysuit with lavender trim and wings was the hero MatterWoman.
>And she looked equally as drunk if her swaying body was any indication.
“Spidey, we need your help,” MatterWoman said happily, holding Spider-Woman’s shoulder.
> “What cha need?” Spider-Woman asked happily, standing up and almost knocking the winged woman over.
> “Follow me. I’ll tell you on the way,” MatterWoman said, spreading her wings and started to fly into the air.
>Very shakily, you might add.
>Spider-Woman nods and began webswinging, just narrowly missing a building.

>It was some time later and you were just getting up from your seat.
“Guess I was here longer than i thought,” you said, looking at a clock and noticing the time.
>You were just about to go to bed when you heard a faint tapping noise.
>Looking around, you didn’t see anything except for some smudge on the window.
>You walked towards the window to see what it was and saw that it wasn’t a smudge.
>It was a red and black finger.
>Opening the window, you sigh while watching the familiar form of Spider-Woman crawl inside.
> “Hiiiii Anon,” Sunset said, slurring her words as she fell to the floor.
“Hey Sunset, you done with your patrol?” you asked, looking down at your girlfriend. And closing the window.
>Sunset tried to get off the floor, but she kept falling back down while giggling.
>Being a nice person, you bent down and picked her up while you removed her mask.
>Sunset giggled before wrapping her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist.
>You almost fell from added weight , but you were able to balance yourself while holding Sunset for support.
>She didn’t seem to mind as she began to nuzzle your head.

>>29960952
“C’mon Sunset. Let’s go to bed,” you said, walking towards the bedroom.
> “But I want to cuddle,” Sunset said tiredly, resting her head on your shoulder.
“We’ll do that once we’re in bed,” you said, closing the bedroom door.
>You would worry about your plan later.
>Right now, it was time for sleep.

I'm done with this for the moment.

>>29960952
>>29960960
"Sunny, you got a problem."
>"I swear to drunk I'm not the moon."
"Ok, can you tell the time"
>"Yeah."
>Sunset walks to the clock and points to it.
>"Listen here I don't know who you are but, I am not d-drunk."

>>29960976
Wish I thought of that

>>29960976
Kek

We're getting to page 10 to easily. How's everyone doing?

>>29960663
make them transcribe the school rules again and again

>>29963335
I'm alright. Took a nap after class today, now I'm eating noodles and trying to figure out the next post.

>>29960976
Did you take that from this?

>>29963484
I'm retarded I forgot the link
https://youtu.be/oKIbS4jk8zU

>>29963494
staged and homosexual

>>29963357
With their femcum?

>>29963746
I wouldn't be surprised if they could with superpowers

>>29964366
They are sirens, what if losing their singing voice they make up for with..."dancing" skills?

>>29964928
I think they learned ALL the dances

>>29965159
Now I want a booty hypnosis story with the Dazzlings, complete with dumb costumes. I'm thinking belly dancers.

>>29966096
As a hero story or in general?

>>29966138
Hero story, it could even bring us back to the boyfriend/husband/keeper of a villainess. The mind control power doesn't last that long and it requires constant application of it or something. But it can be undone quiet easily at that.

>>29966138
>>29966170
Then when the Dazzles come home tired after a long day of villaining with not much to show for it besides their half of the rent, Anon gives them all a cup of hot chocolate and full body massage. Then maybe cuddling on the couch.

>>29966183
Anon could work for Aloe and Lotus as they are secret shield agents working out of their...what is a massage/therapy place called again? Whatever, work out of that and Anon just works as a hire on to the storefront. With Aloe and Lotus(with the occasional visits from Spider Woman after she finds out they live with him), spy on the four of them.

>Your name is Anon Hardy Moose.
>You are a upperclassmen at Canterlot High School, residing in a modest apartment a fair distance away from school.
>Although you're not Crystal Prep levels of genius, you sure as hell had a knack for chemistry.
>It's as if chemical formulas were your proud native tongue.
>That is to say, scarcely used by the majority and bewilderingly confusing for anyone that doesn't speak it.
>...
>You don't think you missed anything too significant about yourself during your internal monologue.
>No wait, your alter-ego, right.
>You were another one of the loonies that ran around Canterlot in tights, pummeling and thwomping each other every Saturday morning.
>To the fair residents of Canterlot, you are known as the Black Cat, anti-hero.
>Although those aforementioned people all labeled you a villain.
>Ugh. Screw that, main.
>You don't like being assigned to the same boat as those people.
>The ones who will go out into the streets in broad daylight to tousle some city infrastructure around until a nearby superhero beats the ever-loving shit out of them.
>They'll shout something about revenge while getting taken away and then break out to do the same shit again next week
>Nah, my dude.
>You prefer your affairs done nocturnally.
>Your activities usually involved you breaking in to museums.
>That way, you would be able to take some time to enjoy the artistic and history-rich displays in peace and quite and contempl- just kidding you stole shit.
>You would then proceed to pawn off the objects of immeasurable historical significance for some cold, hard cash.
>...
>Maybe the villain status was just a tad justified.

>>29966755
>You should really focus on the task at hand.
>It's currently late night in Canterlot.
>The moon and stars that create the night sky casts a gentle glow upon the buildings, highlighting them a slight blue tint.
>While normal people would be tucked into bed or having sex right about now, you were breaking in to a museum.
>You had your back pressed against a corner of the town's Museum of our Universal History.
>MUH for short.
>You straightened your back, and feel your armored leatherwear move up against your torso.
>You listen to the close by night guard's steps.
>You approximate the distance between you and the guard by the volume of the steps.
>You reach into one of your (totally versatile and useful) belt pouches and pull out a plain-colored rag.
>It could soak up the grimiest of stains with just one simple wipe.
>But wait, there's more!
>Conveniently enough, you coated it with a sedative drug you developed earlier this year. Using only your wits and SCIENCE! you brewed a homemade sleepy drug that was fast-acting, as well as nonlethal and without withdrawal effects.
>Try an' call me the evil villain now.

>>29966766
>You snap back to reality.
>The steps are now growing in volume with each sequential step.
>The intensity of the flashlight's glow increases as the seconds tick away.
>You watch the corner in anticipation.
>...
>As soon as you spot the guard, not a second passes when you push off the chest of your foot, warping your hands around the guard's neck and shoving the rag into his mouth.
>His pupils dilate as he realizes the situation he's in, and precedes to flail around and shout, which are mummfled by the rag.
>"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
"You know, children your age should be sleeping right about now," you announce matter-of-factly.
>A wave of confusion washes over his face as he processes what you had just said.
>"Hmmph!"
"Once you're older, you'll be glad you had such a tight sleep schedule," you continue on.
>By now, most of his movements have slowed down drastically.
>"Mmm..."
"You just need a caring friend to give a push in the right direction," you suggest.
>"Nnn..."
You conclude your lecture, "You should be glad you have a good friend like me. I bet you've never had a friend like me."
>"..."
>You set the guard down in the corner you were occupying just a minute ago.
>You kept the spot nice and warm for your new guard friend.
>Gently laying the knocked-out guard on the wall, you breathe a sigh of relief.
>You sure are a good friend.
>You take a look at the night guard's face.
>It looks like he had a long day at work today and was happy that sleep came to him, and NOT drugged by a teenager wearing cat-themed full body leather tights, attempting to rob a museums in the middle of the night.
>You shift your sights to the new area you just unlocked for defeating the boss..
>A plaque over a archway tells you more about the area.
>"Egyptian Section."
>You pick yourself up and start moving yourself towards the entrance.
"Hey, that rhymed."

(Still new to writing green. Anything my writing can improve on and should I cont.? I'll check back when I'm done sleeping.)

>>29966782
I plan on writing some Anon-Sunset interaction in their costumed selves, as well as Anon using Black Cat's agility and luck powers. Wanted to include in last post but >muh character limit.

Will check back in a few hours.

>>29966793
I like what you got so far, looking forward to more.

>>29966793
Decent start.

>>29966793
Yay! New writefag!

>>29967530
Whoops forgot name.

Btw, we might have a chance to get /mlpol/ back. If anyone's interested, check out the sticky on /pol/.

Got my reportcard today
I dropped a grade in two subjects because of you faggots

>>29967567
You're like a baby. I've been failing for the last 3 years.

>>29967567
I'm sorry.

>>29966835
>>29967380
>>29967530
Thanks for the kind words, Anon's!

>>29967567
That's what happens, man. The horsecock starts fucking you in real life.

>>29966793
(I've got two quick loads before the day starts, so here we go.)

>You sit on the ledge of a building, taking in the sight of Canterlot’s nighttime personality.
>You exaggerate the blinking of your eyelids as you look over the townscape where you’ve spent almost the last four years of your life living in.
>You are known as the one and only Sunset Shimmer, and you were a lot of things in your past.
>If you were to tell anyone your life story, most likely they would find it hard to believe that an extra-dimensional equine xenoform with the ability to manipulate magic has traveled to their world in order to turn in a megalomaniacal she-demon.
>Then, that same person turned into a spider-powered superhero that fought crime dressed as a circus performers, just like those weird graphic novels young colts like to read back in Equestria.
>At this point it would be difficult for you not to adopt an absurdist mentality.
>You reflect on what drove you to sit atop a rooftop late at night.
>You found yourself unable to fall asleep this particular night.
>No matter how much you optimized your sleeping position or pajama wear for maximum comfy, you still had a persistent, nagging feeling of discomfort.
>Like most teenagers your age, you choose to therapize your insomnia by donning a red and blue spandex to patrol crime in your city as a vigilante.

>>29967786
>Tightening your grip on the edges of the concrete ledge, you push yourself off the building.
>Immediately, you hold out your wrist and fire a line of webbing that attaches itself to the side of a building.
>Swinging yourself forwards, you bring out your other wrist and repeat the familiar set of motions.
>Soon, your swinging develops into a slow cadence of *Thwip*, *Splat* and *Whoosh*.
>You focus on the sensations that are running through your body.
>You feel the wind rushing against your face and the strain of your muscles as you swing through the serene setting.
>...
>It has been awhile since the last time you felt truly content and at ease.
>However, the sound of a police unit’s wheels rolling through the streets snaps you out of your zen state
>You quicken your swinging pace in the efforts of keeping up with the car’s speed.
>You smirk a shit-eating grin beneath your mask as you wonder which unlucky bastard choose the night when Spider-Woman just randomly decided to do night patrol.
>Your smirk slowly morphs into a scowl.
>Who would even try to do anything this late at night?
>Why can’t you just be easy like all the other ones and cause some ruckus in broad daylight so that I can promptly beat you up.
>All important questions.
>...
>You do actually know a certain guy that fits that description.
>As your heart sinks into your stomach as you draw your logical conclusion, you check the direction the vehicle is headed in.
>You know the layout of Canterlot like the back of your hand, and a quick search through “Sunset Shimmer Maps” confirms that the car is indeed headed in the of the MUH.
>Any shred of happiness you just had a minute ago is replaced by deep resentment.
>There’s that feeling of discomfort again...

>>29967786
>>29967794
Fuck, forgot to namefag.
Pretend that it says RooRooRoo.

>>29967794
>that the car is indeed headed in the of the MUH.
you made a goof here.

>>29967794
Pretty good. Wonder how the meeting will go

>>29967701
well, I want to be someone when I'm grown up, said the chick who's a quarter decade old in two weeks

>>29967808
new writefag! welcome aboard... gimme a lil while to read your stuff and get a paste please

>>29968567
Definitely need a pastebin for it

>Anon is a petty criminal.
>Gets caught by Spider-Woman
>'Well do you have anything to say?" She says with a smug attitude.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
>Sunset shoots a web that covers his mouth.
>You can still hear a muffled Ree.

>>29970833
kek.

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>>29970833
>Miraculously when Sunset left Anon he somehow escaped from the webbing.
>He robs the same store.
>Spiderwoman appears.
>But this time Anon is prepared for the fight.

>>29967794
>As your webswinging brings you closer to your destination, you see the roof of the building come out into view from behind the buildings.
>You notice police cars have formed a semicircle surrounding the building entrance. Officers are dispersed across the formation, most likely figuring out what the next appropriate course of action is.
>You spot a younger recruit, arms across his chest and leaning against the hood of his car; looking like he’s about to fall asleep right on the spot.
>Must be a rookie.
>You feel like the smart thing to do here was to was to ask the police about the situation; knowledge could give the edge in the upcoming fight.
>But considering your reputation and their current mood, they would probably just open fire on you.
>Your favorite newspaper The Marely Bugle has an unhealthy obsession of painting you as a menace to society.
>Articles written about you usually are some claim about how you were in cahoots with Villain of the Day or that you were terrorizing citizens, usually in the same style as a conspiracy theory.
>Too bad there were never any photographers around when you during a building fire or a robbery, eh?
>Your luck must be incredible.
>You alter your swinging course and start to make your way towards the side of the museum.

>>29971707
>Landing on the roof of the museum, you scout your surroundings for any windows.
>You locate one to your right and walk up to it, looking through it.
>You can see a night guard set up against a corner.
>Someone definitely was here.
>To your relief, the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest indicates that he’s still alive.
>As you grip your hands around the windows base, you quickly glance at your webshooters.
>You furrow your brow as you realize that you’ve used up most of your webbing fluid have a grand old time swinging around town.
>Creating this many disadvantages for yourself was definitely not the smartest thing for you to do going into a fight, but this wasn’t something you could back out of.
>With the astonishing proportional strength of a spider, you defile the purpose of humanity’s locking mechanisms by breaking them.
>You slip your body through the now ajar window.
>You make sure do a superhero landing on the floor of the museum, even though nobody was there to witness it.
>Taking in your surroundings, you spot an archway with a plaque above it reading “Egyptian Section.”
>Waking the guard wasn’t worth it, since there was only one way to go from here.
>And also the fact that he might call for the police.
>Recovering from your landing, you return to a normal upright posture.
>Walking on the tip of your feet, you make your way through the entrance and under the archway.
>You’re greeted by a room dimly lit by orange lights; displays behind glass, showcasing hieroglyphics on clay tablets, pots, golden sculptures and other assorted artifacts.
>Nothing of the villain variety.
>Yet.
>...
>Just now, you noticed that those two words on the plaque rhymed.

>>29971723
>Walking cautiously through the walkways between the glass displays, you inspected every inch of the room.
>You suddenly stop dead in you tracks as your Spidey Sense is set off.
>You promptly respond by ducking, your peripherals catching a glimpse of a leg sweeping over where your head was just a second ago.
>You sweep your leg across the floor, but your anonymous assailant quickly dodges it.
>Springing off your knees, you push yourself upright and lock yourself into a combat stance, facing towards your opponent.
>Your stare was met with eye mask with a set of green eyes, imposing playfulness and danger onto you.
>”You know, I didn’t take you for the type of girl who would fancy a date at a museum,” he chirps at you. “But to be fair, I didn’t know you were also a night owl until tonight.”
>Celestia damn it. Of all of the villains in your rogues gallery, it just had to be this one tonight.
>Look at him, with his hands behind his back and all.
>”Of course, I don’t mind. Gives us all the more time together.”
>You remember declaring your peace and happiness just a while ago.
>Even though your mask covered all of your face, anyone could make out the perturbed scowl you were putting on right now.
“Hello, Black Cat.”
>Black Cat ignores your obvious disapproval and opens his mouth to speak again.
>”Not that it’s my place to judge you or anything,” scolded Black Cat, smirk returning to his face, “but you should really read up on the history on these displays instead of just trying to visit as many of them as you can.”
“Listen, Black Cat,” is what you could simply growled back in response as you maintain your stance.
>”No you listen, Spidey-Gurl,” he returned.
>Before you can protest your pet name, Black Cat clears his throat to signify that he had more to say.

>>29971729
>”You don’t have to listen to my recommendation if you don't want,” he assures you. “But personally, given the nature of my work, I allow myself to see the true value of every single one of these beautiful artifacts.”
“Something tells me you’re not talking about artistic value,” you shoot back.
>He pouts at you before saying, “I’m sad that you think of me so shallow.”
>He pulls out what he's been holding behind his back.
>Gold casted into the shape of an ankh. “I think this one looks especially nice,” he states, projecting his satisfaction as much as he possibly can, “it's almost attractive with all of those perfect curves~”
>Alright, you were drawing the line at the sexualization of ancient Egyptian artifacts.
“Return it.”
>Black Cat holds a finger to his chin and fakes contemplation.
>”Hmm… nah.”
>You grunt.
“Now.”
>This kid actually sticks his tongue out at you.
>”Make me.”

**This seems like a totally fine and not dickish place to leave a prolonged cliffhanger. I'll check back in a few hours.**

>>29971707
>do here was to was to ask the police
you goofed, double words.
> any photographers around when you during a building fire or a robbery, eh?
wat?
>>29971723
>webbing fluid have a grand old time swinging around town.
did you miss a word, or did you mix up the tense?
You seem to use a inordinate amount of you* and it* in your sentences, and Sunset's POV sounds very close to Anon's, whether that's just because she is in costume mode or not though I'm not sure.
>>29971729
Liking the banter though.
>>29971747
>I’m sad that you think of me so shallow.”
....this sentence is a bit odd, and I cant tell if its because it might be how that sentence goes. I just know something is missing here.
Dick move on the cliffhanger, sexualizing Egyptian artifacts is great...having a kek about Sunset not noticing the innuendo he made toward her.

>>29968120
>>29971852
If you're the same Anon, thanks for the being the unpaid editor.
I'm glad you enjoyed my first attempt at green!

>>29971941
No problem man, bettering wrtiefags mean better greens for everyone. Glad I could help...and yes, I am the same dude there. Looking forward to more.

>>29971747
I'll say this, it's getting interesting and the banter is good

>>29971747
>>29971941
>>29972596
I cant think of anything Egyptian off the top of my head in the Marvel world.

>>29972632
Maybe it's not? Could be OC.

Also, http://marvel.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Egyptians

>>29972654
Huh, neat. I learned a thing.

>>29972666
Happy to help, Satan.

>>29972666
>>29972675
Don't you hate it when you are on the internet trying to have fun, but your post number exposes your identity and now everyone knows that Satan likes ponies?

>>29972772
It fiiiiiiiiine, I've been around forever.

Guys, I was mucking about on tg and just found an awesome pic.

>>29972850
Would you like to show the rest of the class?

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>>29972878
Thank you for offering, yes. Yes I would

>>29972887
He kinda looks like Edward Kenway's ghost.

>>29972936
I think it was. Still looks fucking cool. Sunken pirate assassin turned super ghost....I wonder if there is a mod for that.

>>29959408
>Be Anon.
>You're hiking back to where you last saw the monster, only slightly slower than when you left.
>You don't regret your choice, but man, you hope you didn't sacrifice Bubblegum to save those people.
>It's not on the same block. Looks like it migrated a bit, thankfully in the opposite direction of where you came from.
>You sprint after it.
>The sounds of heavy impacts and screaming fill you with hope for the first time in your life.
>Sure enough, you turn a corner and see the two combatants howling war cries at each other.
>Bubblegum is dodging every stomp and bite the monster can dish out and is turning the circular motions of spinning out of the way into the power behind her punches and kicks.
>But you can see the writing on the wall.
>You and her are both exhausted already, and you're only just starting to wear it down. You've got to end it now.
>You survey the area and thank your lucky stars for what you see.
>A demolition crew was tearing down an older building and left all of their equipment.
>Including a crane with a wrecking ball.
>Thank God for City Hall being too cheap to buy some long reach excavators.
>You snap off a length of the connecting cable.
>The noise of so much tension releasing at once draws attention.
>The great big bastard cranes its neck back to stare, and his dance partner looks exactly as angry as before, but at you.
>"You LEFT me!"
"I have an excuse!"
>You put two good wind-up swings into the wrecking flail before steering it right into the lizard's teeth.
>You can barely make out Bubblegum's voice over the pained roars.
>"It had better be a good one!"
>With that matter settled, for now, you can focus on beating this thing's ass.

>>29973281
I love how their bickering like a married couple.

>>29973281
>The extra force your swinging offers is enough to make it hurt, doubly so now that you're aiming for the parts that make it scream the loudest.
>You're about to deliver what you're sure is the finishing blow when it moves its head faster than you thought possible in its state and bites the cable in two mid-air.
>Your end crumples onto the ground, useless, while the sliver connected to the ball buries itself between you and Bubblegum.
>You use the pause in the action to take stock of the situation.
>Everyone is exhausted now. Even the dragon thing is panting for air. Whatever happens next, it'll put an end to the fight.
>The three of you have ended up in a giant triangle in the middle of a street, with room to spare thanks to ruined buildings.
>You've got to come up with something to-
>"Do you trust me!?"
>She's yelling at you with a look of desperation.
>Your eyes snap between her and the ball, and you figure out her plan.
>That could work.
"Let's do it!"
>The two of you bolt towards each other and meet halfway, directly over the discarded wrecking ball.
>Bubblegum dives into the cracks and wraps her upper self around the ball, and you grab her legs.
>She thins out into a rope in your hands, one that tapers off into a pouch that contains the real weapon.
>You heave the ball into the air and start spinning in place.
>It's making you dizzy, but the impromptu missile is picking up speed.
>Your target pushes forward and opens wide to snap your new rope.
>Bubblegum sees her opportunity and reforms her upper body.
>Without a sheath to hold it back, the wrecking ball flings forward like a bullet from the chamber.
>Directly in the monster's throat.
>It crumples under its own weight and falls forward, dead.

>>29973342
>You're still Anon, and you haven't gone very far.
>It's a few hours later, and you and Bubblegum have been helping the emergency response crews.
"So, if I hadn't gone, the building would've crushed them," you explain as you set down another crate's worth of debris.
>She smiles at you, and it's probably the first one that doesn't weird you out for being either too happy or impossible to make with human lips.
>"I'm sorry for yelling at you. You did good. Amazing, even! That's real hero stuff!"
>You laugh, once, but it still pushes her smile into a grin.
"I hope so, it is my job now."
>She gasps, and there's no way she's not faking it. No one needs that much air, no matter what's happening.
>"You're going to be a superhero too?!"
"What about me implies I'm not the heroic type?"
>She takes the bite out of your sarcasm when she gives you a bear hug.
>How is she picking you up? She's stronger than she looks.
>You guess she'd have to be, considering the twin facts of her occupation and that she looks like she weighs 90 pounds soaking wet.
>When she sets you down, you pat the top of her mask like you're trying to ruffle the hair underneath.
"Easy, Pinkie, it's not that hard to imagine."
>She stiffens under your hand and locks eyes with you.
>"W-what did you call me?"
>Yowch, must have hit a nerve.
>You hold up your hands to placate her.
"Easy, Bee. That suit's practically glow-in-the-dark. I didn't mean anything by it."
>She relaxes instantly. Guess she's not one to hold grudges.
>"OH, yeah, the suit! Everyone's gotten so used to it, been a while since I've heard that one!"
>She giggles, but it's tense compared to the other laughs you've gotten out of her during clean up.
>Man, someone fucked her up with that nickname.

Man, I need to make a pastebin. We're halfway to a new thread.

>>29973347
Hmmm, her personality is getting perkier(which is better), it still feels like its missing something. Unless its just her being serious in costume, in which case just be sure to turn up her sweetness when she is in civilian mode.
A few of Anon's lines felt a bit flat. Such as this one.
>How is she picking you up? She's stronger than she looks.
But it was quiet entertaining over all, the fight was pretty interesting as was the way they finished it off. Bit surprised Pinkie was so calm after killing it afterwards(being the bubbly pink diabetes hero girl she is, but I wasn't really expecting Fluttershy level obsession about it) so I suppose that's fine. Other than that, no real grammatical errors to speak of that I noticed. Good work.
>>29973358
Nah, we still have a while...though we are picking up, which is nice.

>>29973331
I wouldn't know... I was an accident... That's why I spend my time on a Khazakstani Horse Molestation board.