"Aria is Best" Edition
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Just like old times
Aria Love Aria Life. Follow her lead Edition.
>Captcha: You eat every one of those eggs Sunny
>She walks in.
>Here it comes..
>She sets some groceries on the counter with a scowl on her face.
>"You gonna take out this trash, it reeks."
>You say nothing but stuff another handful of knockoff brand munchies into your mouth as you play TF2.
>"Hey, you listening?"
"Shutup I'm snipin noobs."
>She rolls her eyes.
>"You know I'm getting real sick of being the one who buys all the groceries, does all the chores and everything else.."
"Why don't you stop throwing a bitch-fit huh? We're not married we're roomies."
>She spits visible vomit into the garbage.
>"Ugh, I just threw up in my mouth."
"You're such a drama queen Aria, all you do when you come in here is complain."
>Aria looks like shes about to pop a vein right now.
>She wades through the piles of garbage.
>"Ugh, what is all this stuff, Funions, Takeout?"
"I get hungry sometimes."
>"More like all the time. You even eat the stuff that I buy for myself.."
"Hey, if you didn't want me to eat your stuff, you'd eat it before I did."
>"I'm seriously considering putting my food in a locked box."
"Yeah whatever. Suck it noob!"
>"Alright, thats it."
>Aria unplugs your Laptop cord.
"Hey come on, plug that in, my computer will run out of battery eventually without that."
>She gives you a disgusted look pressing down on the power button on your laptop.
"What!? Ah give me a break, our team was about to dominate them!"
>Aria has her arms folded.
>"Do I have your attention now? This is serious."
"Oh hu hu so serious bleh, I'm paying attention what do you want?"
>"Will you JUST.. Look at yourself?"
>You brush some of the crumbs off your shirt.
>"Rolls of fat, double chin, smelly greasy, unkempt unshaven slob."
"Whats your point?"
>"Don't you see anything wrong with that?"
"This is how I want to live, I don't see what the problem is."
>"Don't you even have any self respect Anon?"
"What need do I have for something so empty and superficial?"
>She rolls her eyes.
>"It's not superficial to take care of yourself."
>She reels back in disgust at the smell of you.
>She steels herself offering you her hand.
"Don't fucking touch me you filthy casual!"
>"Come on fattie, we're going for a run."
"Pfft, yeah, in your dreams twig-figure."
>She grabs your hand.
>"I'm joking, ungh!"
>Shes pulling as hard as she can, but you weigh too much for her to budge you.
>She falls back into the pile of garbage.
>"Ugh, Anon, I am getting you out of this house if its the last thing I do!"
"Amusing, how you gonna do that?"
>She balls her fists.
>"You know what, get up right now, and I'll suck your dick."
"Heh, what, you serious?"
"Bullshit, you'll probably just bite it off you ugly monster woman!"
>Aria looks about 300 percent triggered right now.
>"Anon I'm seriously going to kill you!"
>"It's not worth it, it'd be crueler to let you live anyway."
"Why do you care so much huh? Why can't you just leave me alone?"
>"You think I like living like this!? I gotta come home every day to a disgusting smelly apartment and half the time the fridge is empty so theres no food in the house! I've lost like 20 pounds since I've been here."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
>"Stop being literally the worst and start getting out."
"I.. I can't.. It's too late for me anyway."
>"You know what, you're a loser Anon! You're seriously the biggest wimpiest loser I've ever seen, you call yourself a man? You're pathetic, and.."
>Is she blushing?
>"I'm not gonna say it. Just, start getting out, I guess I'll help you or whatever, but, not cause I like you or anything."
>"Come on keep up! Geez.."
"*huff* You think, this is easy, I'm so outta shape I can't.."
>"No breaks come on!"
>You chug on, your legs feel sore.
>Aria seems to be keeping a brisk pace with relative ease.
>How the hell is she doing this?
"Aria.. Please.. I think I'm literally dying."
>She rolls her eyes.
>"God.. You're such a big baby Anon.."
"You try running with this much weight!"
>"Unlike you, I don't polish off an entire pizza or a bag of chips in one go."
>She flips around running backwards facing you.
>"In other words, you reap what you sew."
>"I can see you're getting mad come on Anon, use your aggressive feelings, power on!"
>This is torture.
>Later that night at the grocery store.
>"I'm not here because I want to be or anything."
"Yeah yeah, ok, seriously?"
>"Look you want to get fit don't you porky?"
>She pokes the roll of flab on your stomach.
>"Come on, we're going this way."
>She leads you down a long isle.
>You pass a lot of snacks on the way.
"Cookies for sale, 2 packages for a dollar, come on, that's a steal!"
>"We're not heere to get more junk food."
>You see where she has brought you.
"Hey, you're not putting me on the rabbit food diet are you? I don't really like veggies that much."
>Aria raises an eyebrow probably thinking some snarky remark.
>Shes putting carrots, and asparagus, and Spinach, and lettuce.
>Fuck why don't you just take the whole isles worth?
"H-hey are we moving on?"
>Shes putting more veggies in here.
>She'd better get at least one bag of chips you're not gonna make it..
>"Alright, onto the next isle."
>Says Aria sounding unamused as per usual.
"Wait apples, and Bananas too?"
>"Pfft, yeah, fruits too, are you even awake right now?"
>She moves on to the next isle.
"Meats, well, I guess this is more my style than anything else you've put in there."
>"You know maybe you shouldn't be complaining? I don't HAVE to do this for you."
>"Hand me that steakmeat there."
"It's 10 bucks! Why can't we get some pork or something?"
>"Because its healthier, we're also getting chicken."
>She says dropping a package of chicken drumsticks in the cart.
>You shrug tossing the steak in the cart.
"Heh, you know it's weird, usually you aren't this nice to me."
>"Don't get used to it, I'm only doing this so you learn to eat less junk, trust me, you won't think I'm nice when I make you clean the apartment when we get home."
"AWW come on! You're making me do that too?"
>Aria smirks as she continues to push the cart.
>You enter the dairy section getting milk and eggs.
>As you continue you pass all the way to the checkout stand.
"Hey, hey wait a minute."
"I think we're missing something."
>You look through the cart.
"Yeah! Theres no snacks in here!"
>"You don't NEED snacks. Trust me, a week without snacks won't kill you."
"Aria come ooonnnnnn."
>She boops your nose with her finger making her way to the checkout.
>Later at the apartment.
>"You don't need this container Anon!"
"I could use that for something someday!"
>"Are you ever gonna stop complaining? It's an empty container of cheese puffs, I don't care what you think you can use this for, I'M throwing it away."
"Fine.. I can't believe you made me throw away all my snacks too."
>"You'll thank me later when you're not popping tums like pez and spending ten minutes taking a smelly mondo shit in the bathroom."
"What am I gonna snack on if I get hungry Aria?"
>"Gee I dunno Anon, why don't you go munch on a carrot or some celery?"
"Yeah, one carrot isn't gonna satisfy me."
>"Then eat two carrots, or three, or better yet, drink water."
"Hey hold on a minute, are you.. Concerned with my health?"
>Aria looks surprised.
>"Pfft wah, I, of course not! A-as if I could care about someone like you. Gross."
"Heh, I almost caught you acting nice for a change."
>"I'm not nice. I-i don't care about you ok? Just forget it!"
>Weeks pass, you finally start weighing yourself.
"Woah, I've lost a whole 10 pounds."
>Aria turning away biting into an apple.
>Shes wearing a dull shirt and some tight revealing shorts.
>She looks to you with a mouthful of fruit raising an eyebrow.
>You feel blood rushing to your cheeks.
"T-thanks for um.. Helping me out.."
>She pushes your chest with her hand.
>"Don't get ahead of yourself, you've still got a long way to go, but.. I appreciate the effort you put in."
>What is this..
>This sort of warm feeling rising up in your chest when you think about her?
>Do you, actually like her?
>Nah, I mean, Arias been a total bitch this whole time..
>So, why do you feel this way?
>Months pass weight keeps falling off.
>You look better than you've looked in years.
>You turned your whole life around and you're even enrolled and college and have a job.
"What do you mean you're moving out?"
>"I mean, it's just time for me to go, I got better places to be."
>"I got offered a nice job in the town over. Too good to pass up, this'll probably be my last night here."
"B-but I mean.."
"So, you're just gonna leave?"
>"Yeah. Look, let's not make this awkward."
"Well, lets at least spend our last night together doing something fun."
"We can uh, watch a movie together."
>You sit down with her on the couch.
>You put on a movie.
>So much has changed since you started.
>Aria helped you so much, this place is so clean..
>Aria sitting legs crossed fingers together over her stomach.
>That warm feeling has only grown.
>For one reason or another the time never seemed right, but..
"Aria, I.. Really like you.."
>"Wheres this coming from?"
"I.. I've liked you since, the first week I lost weight.. I just, thought I'd have more time to tell you how I feel."
>Aria mutes the t.v looking at you curiously.
>"How, do you feel?"
"I feel like, I really like you a whole lot.. You helped me out so much, I don't think I could ever find someone else like you.. And I know you always used to call me disgusting and gross and stuff.. I know I don't look perfect yet, but.."
>Aria places her hand on yours.
>Theres a sort of amorous look in her eyes.
>She presses her lips against you, her tongue slipping past.
>Passionately she continues mouthing into you.
>You feel yourself stiffen.
>She moves her hand across swinging her leg over you straddling you.
>She presses her lips against you again.
>You slide your hand over the back of her head feeling her soft smooth locks pulled into the two massive ponytails.
>Her breathing sounding lewd.
>Shes grinding herself against you.
>You run your hands down her back feeling her soft slender body.
>You wrap your arms around her in a hug.
>Theres a look in her eyes, like she wants to say something, but she doesn't know how.
>You decide to say something.
"Aria, I think, I'm in love with you."
>"God that sounds so cheesy.. But.."
>She rests her forehead against you.
>"I think I love you too."
>She rests against you smiling.
Cute. Haven't seen you around for a while.
>Aria stops typing on the computer
>She looks up into the night sky
>Who could ever love a monster like me?
>Listening to the Dazzlings song's in Czech
>Realize I've almost forgotten what was in essence my first language
On the brightside, Czechdagio sounds really sexy
It's true, her name only showed up in the credits.
Kinda got a musical boner during Diamond's badgirl song in this new episode in the same way I did for the dazzlies songs. Maybe it's Ingram I should waifu. I bet a lot of you guys also really liked This Day Aria back when that episode came out.
I like This Day Aria, as well as this day Aria.
>>25026578 Aside from Sunset and Scitwi, EG3 doesn't have much going on in terms of waifus. CP5 are too undeveloped and designs aren't very appealing to kill off sirens in that regard.
On the other hand, there isn't just enough fuel to keep these threads going without any new official content. While the show is being able to give redemption arcs left and right due to it's format (20 minutes of content over 24 weeks), making the whole "trying to sell toys" more subtle, the movies don't have such luxury. They have only 70 mintes a year + maybe additional 20 in form of shorts to push the whole new toyline, spending that time on sirens that are currently "done" is a waste of money.
/DZG/ wont die as long as im around. Ill post until its only me left.
>Pretty soon the rest of the mane 7 is now by their side
>They still look unsure though and this makes Sunset mad
>"Come on! Do you honestly think we'd lie to you!? I changed! Why is it so hard to believe they did too!"
>"Fine. But if we see them doing anything, we'll stop them. Come on Trixie, Bonbon."
>They nod and follow him away
>Sunset kneels in front of them
>"Don't worry girls. I, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity have all be assigned to mentor you. We promise we won't let anything happen to you."
"Who is guiding who?"
>"Great question Adagio. I am mentoring Sonata, Rainbow is with Aria, and Rarity is with Adagio."
>She turns to Sonata, smiling
>"Is that alright with you?"
>Sonata wipes the tears from her eyes
>"Come on. Follow me. I promise I'll keep you safe ok?"
>Sonata looks at her two sisters, as if wanting approval
"Remember Sonata. The three meat pie."
>The bell rings and Sonata walks off with Sunset
>RD puts her hand on Aria's back
>"Welp, lets get going. Come on Aria."
>Aria glares at her. She holds one strong grudge.
"Don't tell me what to do."
>Dagi turns to Rarity
>"Are you ready darling?"
>Sunset and and Sonata walk down the hall towards her first class
>For the first time she was actually cowering. Everything was so new and frightening and all with someone she barely knew
>Not to mention the entire way down the hall she could feel the glares of every student in Canterlot High burning into her
>She just wanted to be with daddy again
>"Sonata? How're you doing? Hanging in there?"
>She clutches Sunset's skirt, trying to hide
>"I know this is hard. But you'll get the hang of it. I promise."
>"Absolutely. Now, what's your first class?"
>Sonata looks at her schedule
"M-math... in room 218."
>"Well then lets go. Look at me Sonata."
>"I will protect you. I promise."
Ayy, this was a nice way to start the morning. Pretty sweet scene.
The Dazzlings helped Scilight construct her magic absorber thing
They were nice enough to donate some remarkably pretty red crystal fragments
They fit together like they used to be just 3 gems
After the friendship games, the Dazzlings sneak into the front of canterlot high to steal their reassembled gems back
Adagio's face when
I'll have something posted today. I'm mostly just thinking about how to write this part so it doesn't come off as too cheesy or something.
A bit of critisism/suggestion if you don't mind - try adding some humanity to your antagonists by making them less cartoonishly mean. It clashes pretty hard with believeable/relateable relationship between Anon and lil' Dazzles.
Thanks, my biggest issue is sorting out
the fight with Sunset. Dash wasn't kidding when she said someone would come along to finally stand up to Anon.
'Aria is best' edition. Yeah, no.
>you will never be gently dominated by Adagio
>she will never hum you to sleep with a lullaby
>mfw listening to Rachmaninoff Symphony No.2 in Em Op.27 - III. Adagio
>tfw in 40 years no one will ever think about the dazzlings
>not listening to Arias
Little did /dzg/ know that Sunset is really the best of their three waifus combined into one perfect semen demon
STATING THAT IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.
STATEMENT WHICH ILLICITS OTHERS TO DRAW THEIR ATTENTION TO THE POST NUMBER CONTAINING ONE OR MORE REPEATING DIGITS.
BADLY DRAWN BALD MAN WHICH IS A REPRESENTATION OF DEEP FEELINGS.
CONTRADICTORY OPINION WHICH STATES THAT ONE OF THE DAZZLINGS IS BETTER.
STATEMENT OF FONDLY REMEMBERING A PREVIOUS THREAD
Having sex with Sonata is like having sex with the universe.
Beautiful beyond depiction leaving you spellbound and in wonderment.
>On the other side of the school, Rainbow is leading Aria to her first class. Band.
>For her this was going to be boring. She may have been exempt from all classes and homework today, but she wasn't much a fan of bad. To little awesome.
>Aria had brought her special flute with her just for the occasion
>Aria still had yet to speak to Rainbow however
>"Aria? Are you still mad at me for what I did during Christmas?"
>Aria just grunts and looks in the other direction
>She did not like to let things go
>Rainbow finally grabs her shoulders and forces Aria to turn to her
>"Look at me Aria. I am sorry for what I did. It was wrong and I shouldn't have done it. Can you please forgive me?"
>Aria slaps her hands off and walks to class without saying a word
>This made Rainbow increasingly frustrated
>Why couldn't she just accept she was sorry? Why was it so hard for her?
>She follows her into class. Unfortunately she couldn't leave her side. It was going to be a long day.
>Aria reaches down to take out her flute case and opens it up
>She stares at it for a few moments and puts it to her mouth, starting to play
>Rainbow had never been so shocked
>It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. And she was only making sure it sounded alright before class
>Soon everyone filed in and the class began
>Aria just stared blankly. She was in lala land right now
Well this is already stuck in my head. I guess that means I have a new band to listen to.
>"You alright there Aria?"
>She had to be the most stubborn person Rainbow had ever met.
>Finally the class starts
>Nothing too interesting happened. Just passing out the syllabus, explaining the rules, and getting everyone their respective instruments
>Rainbow endured Aria's silent treatment for three more classes and finally lost it during a break
>"Aria! Come on! Why are you treating me like this! I have done nothing but try to be nice to you and this is how you treat me?"
>Aria finally cracks
"I'm sorry alright. It's just being in this new place with new people... it's stressful. I took my anger out on you."
>"Hey, it's fine."
>Rainbow smiles at Aria in almost a creepy way but she shrugs it off
>Rainbow wasn't that kinda girl
>Meanwhile Adagio and Rarity were getting along great
>Apparently Rarity had sparked a love for Fashion in her
"So is it hard to make clothes?"
>"Well it is a bit of a learning curve. But practice makes perfect."
"D-do... do you think you could teach me sometime?"
>"Of course Darling. I would simply love too."
>Adagio once again felt the glares on her. It felt as if the whole school hated her.
>She just couldn't escape her past.
>Her head had been hurting all day. She knew her former siren self was attempting to regain control. She was doing everything she could to keep her consciousness from slipping.
>But it was getting more difficult
>Damn she wished she had a smoke right now
>This was the entire reason she started in the first place. To keep it at bay
>"Darling? Are you ok? You look ill."
>Adagio realized she was panting and breaking into a cold sweat
"I'm fine. I just... need a moment."
>"Well if you need help just ask. Remember was also have gym class next. I don't want you to over exert yourself darling. You sure you don't want to rest a bit?"
>She was getting the flashes again. It was becoming nearly impossible to hold back.
"M-maybe a rest would be good."
>Rarity escorts her out of the class
>Finally Adagio breaks
"D-do you have any smokes I can use?"
>Rarity looks taken aback
>"Darling I would never have that. And you shouldn't either."
"There isn't much time! I'm about to lose control!"
>"Lose control of what Darling?"
>But then it happened. It was finally to hard to push back
>She felt like she was falling into a dark pit of which there was no exit
>Was it finally over? After all this time she still couldn't change?
>She let her dad, no, she let everyone down
>This was all her fault. Who knows what her Siren side was doing with her body right now?
>Maybe she just was doomed to be evil. Maybe she couldn't change. And she hated that.
>Just as she was about ready to let the darkness consume her she head a faint voice calling her name
>It grew louder and louder until finally she opened her eyes
>She was on the ground, surrounded by a few people
>Her ears were ringing like a church bell and her vision was blurry
>"Darling are you alright? You said something about it coming and then you fainted."
>The voice was muffled but it sounded familiar
>She look around, still not completely recognizing the situation
"R... Rarity? Is that you?"
>Finally her eyes could see clearly again
>"Yes sweetheart its me. We already called your dad and he's on his way to pick you up ok?"
>Dagi got tears in her eyes
>She was being a burden again. To think she was almost entirely consumed by the being inside her
>Couldn't she do anything right?
>Rarity gives her a hug
"There, there darling. You're safe now. Nobody is going to hurt you ok. You're safe now."
>This made Dagi cry more
>She felt anything but safe
>But just the art of someone saying that made her feel more at ease. She just couldn't wait to be in daddy's arms again. She hopped he wasn't mad at her
The fuck did I just miss out on?
No thanks hun. Dating and sex aren't really my thing. All things considered I will probably live the rest of my life alone. And I'm ok with that.
Hell I barely even talk to people outside of this site.
>>25037565 goes double for you buster. But you'll get a girl. I'm sure of it. We aren't as complicated as we're made out to be. At least I'm not. I like to live simple.
Agreed, /dzg/ has been very chill recently and I'm enjoying it a lot.
It's a given really.
stop being faggots
post sexi zazzl
This nigga gets it.
You have a pastebin or something?
Dazzle love m8.
Man yall niggas are thirsty as fuck
Is the Dazzle pussy just not enough for you?
Assuming you were talking about my image, here you go.
Honestly? I just want to feel their warmth. Doesn't even have to be sexual. Just the warmth of two bodies huddled close under a blanket, drink in each others scent, and know that there'd be a partner for me through thick and thin when I woke up.
You all disgust me. Trailing for booty right in front of your waifus. Disgusting.
I personally would rather cuddle someone in real life than fap to a picture and pretend that I'm cuddling someone.
I guess I'm just fucking crazy for thinking that. How dare I want someone nice to cuddle with.
I guess I'm just a piece of shit.
Pretending they can get some person online just because of the knowledge that the other is a girl, especially in front of the girls they call their waifus, is pretty hard to excuse.
But it was probably a joke in the first place so you didn't need to justify their behavior anyway you sarcastic piece of shit
Thanks Anon, I didn't have that version.
>something nice to cuddle with
BG9 could be a guy with more hair than a mammoth for all you know, or misshapen. Female doesn't mean pretty, and a claim doesn't mean it's true.
>cuddle someone in real life
We're here to talk about Dazzles and/or have fun. You want an irl date? It's right around the corner. Irl.
You there, lonedick. Chicks dig confidence, not desperation. Go out and mingle with the normies, you robot.
And you. I didn't want to be harsh because of all the stress you're under, but you fucked up. Again. Men, especially the cockrubbers here on the internet, are programmed to vie for a woman's attention (or at least anyone identifing as one and not mentioning his Y chromosome). Whenever a woman appears in a wizard-rich environment, she attracts everyone's attention. The subject becomes irrelevant, because all everyone wants to talk about is the venusian dicktrap and her thoughts in a vain effort to get on her good side. Just look at the posts that followed. A good portion is about you and directed towards you. No Dazzles, no semi dazzle-related jokes, no nothing. Now everyone is going to praise your work regardless of how well you do/don't do because they want your approval.
People used to raise a big stink and demand the thread be erased and remade when someone posted an OP image without all three Dazzles. Retarded, I know, but they did it with a passion. Nobody said a thing now that you did it. You see where I'm going?
Congratulations. If you stay, people will keep shitting up the place swooning over you. If you leave, people will bitch about contentfags being driven away. At me this time.
Shut up Sal. We don't bitch about that shit anymore because it doesn't matter and most of the angry posters left, not because of something we had no knowledge of until just an hour ago.
BG9 has mentioned it before. People didn't go full autistic then. General consensus was for Aria edition after she didn't get the get. Here, have best Dazzle.
>something we had no knowledge of until just an hour ago
BG9 has mentioned and hinted she's a girl before. Hence the "again" and why people use female pronouns when refering to BG9.
It's not nothing when a person's very presence becomes disruptive. Remember MTG? Every time he appeared people flooded the thread with negative comments about him and killed it.
Imagine the same happening again (only this time it'll be positive comments.
Plus there's also the issue of adoring another chick in a thread dedicated to worshiping other (imaginary) chicks.
Been gone a while. Any good new Dazzling art?
You are the only person being "disruptive" at the moment faggot.
Welcome back m89. This might be new depending on how long you've been gone.
Dazzlings in just a couple minutes
Most drawfags are caught up in their mortal coil. Right now, Apparently Anon is the most prolific one followed by maybe Ponut.
Yep. We had a great image dump and a writefag was in the process of dumping lots of green until I up and fagged up the place for no reason about no particular issue just to bathe in the negative attention of white knights.
You're sure to score now. Sarcasm. I'm out.
Don't worry Sal, I still love you. One more best Dazzling.
My question on how a low income brony chef can get a girl still lingers.. At-least give me date tips before you go oAo
We dazzlings now fuckers!
"What do you mean Twilight?"
>"I'm sorry Anon, but I came by to say that it's over."
"You can't be-"
>"Anon, I feel like the more time I spend with you, the less time I can spend with my family and my other friends, relationships I take very seriously. On top of that, I mean, you're not very stable, financially or otherwise, I need someone who can be like that."
"I-i see.. So, it's really over."
"C-can we still be friends?"
>"Of course. We'll always be friends."
>After she left the apartment that day the empty silence of it echoed like a chorus, a symphony of your failure.
>You look in the mirror and feel the crushing feeling of inadequacy.
>You stare at the being who wasn't good enough for Twilight, realizing that it's you, and that she'll never be yours again.
>It was never the same after that.
>You poured your heart in soul into that romance, said things to her you'd never said to your own mother.
>You'd fallen for her, and you'd fallen hard.
>You hate being alone.
>You've had too many hours, so many endless hours of time alone.
>Humans weren't meant to survive in isolation, or anything else for that matter.
Except they're nothing alike Sal. False Equivalency and Slippery Slope arguments are about all you're making right now. Certainly not an effort to improve the thread.
Don't act like a victim, you were clearly getting involved in the conversation and people were disagreeing with you. Deflecting and strawmanning doesn't make your standing points look strong.
>After that, it was day after day, of vanity and crippling inadequacy which drove you to try and better your life.
>All the while feeling like there wasn't a single person who could connect with you.
>It was a cycle of struggle, and desperation, in the hopes that one day, you might find someone who meant as much to you as she did, and hope you hadn't blown your only chance at happiness.
>Just when things seemed like they were at their worst, thats when she showed up.
>It was raining and you were sitting outside waiting for a bus.
>You had sunk down head facing the pavement.
>The rain around you seemed to stop.
>A pretty girl in blue hair shields you from the rain.
>"You shouldn't be out here without an umbrella, you'll get all soaking wet!"
>"So, watcha waitin for?"
>Indeed, what had you come here to do? What was the purpose of it all?
>This rain pelting you, in truth didn't bother you.
>Yet somehow it still feels like a masochistic impulse, or perhaps just a lack of caring.
"I uh.. I dunno."
>The bus pulls up.
>You both get on.
>Sonata quickly following behind you shaking off her umbrella and swiping her card after you.
>She sits next to you as she ties the little string around her umbrella and places it at her side.
>Shes cute, why is she sitting next to you?
>"Sonata. So, what were you doing out there in the rain like that, you seemed kinda sad."
"I'm on my way home from work and.. I guess, I don't really have anything to do after that."
>"Ok. You wanna come by my place, I've got some movies and stuff we can watch."
>You give her a confused look.
>"Wanna come over and watch movies?"
>What is this?
>What fantasy is this?
>Women like this, they aren't just randomly nice, especially to strangers they don't know.
>No, you have to go through a lengthy process, and if you don't meet their criteria, you don't get to hang out with them.
>This must be an illusion, a dream.
>"Uhhh, hellooo, Anon?"
>Shes waving her hand in front of your face.
"Yes, yes I would like to."
>You answered only on impulse, in truth you're going to be reeling in shock for about the next five minutes trying to convince yourself that it's real.
>If something like that is true, theres no way in hell you're turning it down.
>Even if her personality is somehow putrid you'd still rather spend it with her than spend it alone.
>The bus rolls along as raindrops hit the windshield.
>Sonata is leaning back on the seat, hands on the edge kicking her feet about.
>Shes looking at you.
>Something about her..
>just realized everyone could see up her magic skirt
Those mother fuckers.
>you don't have to suck dick to be this gay, but it helps
>Is different, something in her eyes and her expression.
>It feels warm and inviting pulling you in.
>You are haplessly drawn in like a moth to flame.
>It fills you with this sense of gratitude, like you owe her for this incredible kindness.
"So, what do you like to do?"
>"Watch t.v, play games, sing, try to take over the world, the usual."
"You like games? Thats cool. It's usual for you to takeover the world?"
>"Yep, every week with my friends."
>That must be some weird code for just hanging out.
>You wish you had friends.
>It's not like you've never had them, but it just feels like you're so disconnected from everyone around you.
>You've always had this need to be close to people.
>Close beyond a normal friendship, and any friendship that didn't seem to be headed that way didn't seem worth keeping.
>After all, whats the use of keeping a 'friend' if they're little more than acquaintances to you?
>You have no need for such shallow insincere niceties.
>That's why the prospect of a girlfriend is so enticing to you, why you'd do just about anything for that.
>And why it hurt so much to lose the one you had.
>The bus screeches to a halt.
>"I'm getting off here, come on!"
>She grabs your hand pulling you up.
>What is this?
>You rush off the bus Sonata jumping past a puddle you landing aside her a moment after.
>Rain coming down in fat drops.
>Sonata flips open her umbrella shielding you both from the rain.
Fuck off, you're the one who was being dramatic with your five paragraph post and I'm trying to score for calling you out on it?
>Suddenly a memory comes back.
>When you were in elementary you used to shield girls with your umbrella on the way to the bus after school.
>Is this fate?
>You walk with her under her umbrella.
>Traveling a little ways down the road you get up to her place.
>She has her own house?
>It looks small but it's still a house, how did she afford this?
>She must be renting it.
>You get inside.
>It's a little messy.
>Pizza boxes clothes strewn about.
>But its not the kind of messy that takes hours to clean.
>Sonata unrwaps a package of popcorn and places the bag in the microwave.
>You feel the hunger you've become numb to for a while now.
>Beeps as she presses the button and then starts it.
>She turns to the fridge pulling it open.
>After looking inside it herself she asks,
>"Want something to drink?"
>A half full bottle of mountain dew, a carton of orange juice, and 2 percent milk.
"I'll just take water."
>"Water? Thats not very tasty."
"But it's the most healthy."
>Sonata shrugs going to the cupboard and pulling out a cup.
>She then turns the faucet on and the cup fills with water.
>She turns the faucet off and turns handing the cup to you.
>You drink it.
>Pure, a bit warm, but, otherwise empty.
>In truth you used to love sugary drinks like those.
>But everything changed after the breakup.
>Your appearance became so important because you felt it gave you worth.
>And so your already strict diet became stricter.
>The lack of sugar and caffeine plus a grueling work schedule made you bitter.
>And everytime someone ate or drank something sweet it was like they were mocking you.
>But you know it's not true, they're just continuing their lives doing things normal people do.
>The microwave beeps and the popcorn is done.
>Sonata opens it up and pulls it out.
>She drops it on the counter hastily realizing it's hot.
>"It wouldn't be complete without extra butter!"
>She opens up the fridge and pulls out a stick of butter.
>She then closes the fridge and pulls out a bowl.
>She puts the stick of butter into the bowl.
>She sticks it in the microwave.
>30 seconds later its done.
>She pulls it out and takes out a larger bowl, dumping the popcorn into that and pouring butter over the top.
>This looks quite unhealthy..
>Sonata walks over to the couch.
>Its a small red loveseat.
>Her clothing is strewn on it.
>Near you is a sliding glass door to the backyard.
>Rain is still pouring down out there.
>Sonata is already seated.
>You sit down next to her surprised at how close she is.
>The warmth of her body next to you.
>Sonata seems content placing the bowl on the wood coffee table in front of you.
>She puts on a movie
>The Iron Giant?
>Isn't that sort of a kidsfilm?
>She does seem kinda young, but you figure most people grow out of this stuff, at least the ones who aren't complete losers.
>Shes not some kind of loser is she?
"Hey what was your name again?"
>What are you doing here anyway?
>You barely know this girl and you're sitting next to her like you're old pals.
>It hits you, you know next to nothing about her.
>You grab a handful of the buttery popcorn putting it in your mouth.
>Lets compile this evidence.
>A girl shields you with your umbrella and happens to take the same bus as you.
>She invites you over for god knows what reason.
>Then you get off the bus with her, still having no clue who she is and you get to her house.
>Yep, even when you play it back that makes no sense.
>The only thing you can think is that you're gonna wake up in a bathtub of ice with your kidney missing.
>She.. Doesn't seeeeem like that type.
>Nah come on, shes sitting here watching a kids film.
>How bad could she be?
>Unless shes a complete sociopath..
>No, you're overthinking this, its just, dumb luck that you're here, and, everything is fine.
>But wait, remember the sage words of Lewis CK, 'why the fuck would anything nice ever happen?'
>Things seem good so far.
>You grab another handful of popcorn.
>Your hip and arm this whole time brushing up against her.
>This warm pressure is magnificent.
>If you could just wrap your arm around her this would be perfect.
>But you definitely don't want to try that, she might go apeshit and kick you out in the rain.
>No risky stuff.
>For now just watch the movie and lay low.
>Sonata stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth with a pleased expression on her face.
>The level of goodness right now is unsettling.
>It's like if you tried to rob a bank but someone turned off the security cameras and left the safe open.
>It just seems too easy.
>You just feel, so warm and cozy right now.
>Suddenly you feel her lean up against you.
>Good fortune is certainly smiling upon you today it seems.
>You wrap your arm around her.
>Its near the end of the movie.
>Is she, crying?
>You rub her shoulder gently as she wipes the tears from her eyes.
>The movie ends.
>She gets up stretching out.
>"That was good, wanna watch somethin else?"
>"Great, I'll go make more popcorn."
>You get up trailing her a bit.
"So uh, like, I really appreciate you bringing me out here. And this whole things been great, but like, why you know?"
>"Movies are better when you watch em with friends."
"Yeah but, I'm not your friend!"
"I mean, I think I'd like to but.. I don't even know you!"
>"I don't get it.."
"Sonata, ugh.. I mean, like, don't you know it's bad to bring strangers over?"
>This coming FROM the stranger.
>Maybe you should stop talking.
"Uh.. I mean, everything is cool."
>"I just wanted someone to hang out with, you didn't have to come over if you didn't want to."
>Shes missing the point entirely.
>Is part of her personality being dense?
"No, I'm happy to be here, thanks for inviting me over."
AND, well thats it so far.
I just.. I dunno, I really struggled to even get this out.
Thoughts so far?
>The Iron Giant
>Isn't that sort of a kidsfilm?
>you figure most people grow out of this stuff, at least the ones who aren't complete losers.
If Anon's talking shit about The Iron Giant he deserves all the misery in the world and more.
>Rainbow smiles at Aria in almost a creepy way but she shrugs it off
>Rainbow wasn't that kinda girl
What am I supposed to be taking from this BG, huh?
Damn, stay strong Dagi.
No he's not talking shit about the Iron Giant.
Honestly like I was trying to write Anon as a bit more of a self obsessed and vain character.
But like, I can see I need to be a bit more overt about it.
In 40 years, many people on this board will be dead. Accident, disease, violence, and in a group made up of people like this, suicide especially, will play a role. It is no mark against the Dazzlings that we who love them, have only 1 life in which to do so.
Not even an Ariafriend, but damn, I actually feel bad for the purple grump.
The proper term is Dick Deva. Twi's the Semen Demon. Compare and contrast, friend.
>He's standing outside when you drive into the lot
>After the sloppiest parking job of your life you fling open the door and rush out, only to freeze in place
>The trip down here was rushed to say the least
>"She could leave," "Got to hurry," and "Please don't call the cops" played over and over in your head
>Just about the only new thought you had on the way was "thanks for nothing, Kent" as you passed his house
>You have no idea how to explain this
>He's on his way...
>You shut your door and wave
>Might as well let him come to the car, right?
>Is what you think until he leans against a gas pump and beckons you over
>Don't be awkward
>And don't say anything suspicious. Not too complicated
>First course of action will be figuring out what Aria has said
"Hey, sir. I got here as fast as I could."
>You rest your arms on a newspaper dispenser a few feet away from him
>"No worries kid, feels like I just hung up the phone. I'm glad you're here, really didn't want to go to the cops."
"So uh, why were you going to do that? What has she done?"
>"Gosh, I'm being rude. Before that..."
>He holds out his hand
>You aren't prepared for the strength of his handshake
>Being pulled forward, stumbling a bit, it brings up a memory from your childhood: seeing your father over-correct his balance and send himself into shelves of junk food
>Now you feel bad for laughing at him
>"Haven't seen you in ages, Anonymous. You were practically in the womb!"
"I've stopped by here a few times but didn't go inside, so... it's nice to see you again, Tom."
>"Next time you talk to your dad, tell him he should hurry back. Hasn't felt right since he stopped popping in for coffee."
"Haha. I'll tell him."
>Tom nods his head, but his goofy smile disappears
>"Anyway. The reason I was going to call the cops."
>He stuffs his hands deep into his pants pockets
>"To tell you the truth, I just don't know what to do. Yesterday I got a call about a kid sitting outside the store, coming in to use the bathroom and that's it. I said to leave her be."
>After glancing at his watch, he sighs
>"I showed up at midnight and she was still there. So, it's chilly. I tell her she can come inside and talk if there's a problem. She comes in, ignores me and sits in the corner. Strange, but weirder stuff's happened here so I go back to work. She's here for hours, right? Shaking, rubbing her wrists and ankles. Mumbling. I'm no expert but it's pretty obvious the kid's on something."
"No, no, no, it's not like that-"
>"At least that's what I thought!"
>He bends his knees and shakes his head as he chuckles at your frantic, waving hands
>"I feel bad for her, so I ask if she's thirsty. She won't say anything. So I give her a soda and she stares at me, makes a weird face and takes it. Ten minutes later the twerp's a totally different person."
"What do you mean?"
>"Going on and on about how she's going to work for me."
>"She takes a broom out of the closet and sweeps around. Every twenty minutes or so she wants another task! It's driving me crazy. And I was quick to say this wasn't a thing! I said, plain as day, 'we're not hiring right now,' and she'd just interrupt me and shout 'I'm Aria! I AM Aria!' ...But there's one other thing she kept saying."
>Tom cocks his head
>"'I don't need them. I don't need Anonymous. I don't need them. I don't need Anonymous.' Eventually it clicked in my head. When I asked if the Anonymous she knows lives out by the woods, she acted funny."
>He rests a hand on your shoulder
>"Look, I'm sorry for calling at this time. I go home in a few hours and the kid's definitely got some problems. Can't call her parents, she won't say who they are. I'm hoping you can deal with her."
"She's got some issues going on at home is all. Nothing serious, don't worry, she's just... really emotional. I'll take care of it."
>"That's what I wanted to hear!"
>Tom plants his hand on your back and guides you forward
>The storefront blurs; you focus through the large glass windows on a girl in the back
>She reaches up to the highest shelf and prods a box around with her index fingers
>Once she's got it facing neatly toward the aisle, she scoots over to the next product and gives it the same treatment
>Tom pulls open the door and claps his hands
>The girl stumbles backward, and rather than trying to stabilize herself, launches into a sprint down the aisle
>Grabbing on to a counter lets her swing around the corner
>"Shift Manager Tom! I tidied the entire ai-"
>She comes to an abrupt stop
>Though initially wide-eyed, she takes on a stoic expression and locks eyes with Tom
>"Surprise! I called in your friend!"
>For a moment it's as though you're meeting her for the first time
>A red bandanna with a skull and crossbones pattern hugs the top of her head
>A gag "BURNT TOAST - MY SPECIALTY" apron that's just a bit too large covers her torso
>And she looks more...
>"What? Don't be shy. He drove straight down here to see you."
>"Why don't you talk to him for a while?"
>She shakes her head
>"That has nothing to do with running a 'gas station,' Shift Manager Tom."
>"Well. Ha ha. You got me there I guess."
>He scratches his nose and looks all around the room
>You join in, to distract yourself from the tense silence
>There's one customer here: a girl in her twenties reading the back of a candy bar wrapper
>"...Why don't you give Anonymous a tour of the station?"
>"He's a valued customer. Goes way back. He's probably interested in knowing how things have changed around here. Huh Anonymous?"
"Sure. I'm curious."
>Aria's line of sight doesn't budge
>"He can look around the store himself."
>"I wasn't asking, you know! That was your next task."
>Her eyes shut
>And takes off down the aisle to your right
>Tom gives you a quick pat on the shoulder and heads to an "employees only" door in the back
>Once you hear it shut, you hesitantly approach twin-tails
>"These are our big sodas."
>She points to a black shelf packed with two-liter bottles laying on their sides
>"You aren't allowed to drink them unless you buy them. Not even a sip."
>Her finger waves over to a row of boxes, each presenting a bull mascot
>"Those are beef jerky. The next one is slim jim. All the other brown stuff is beef jerky too."
>She shakes her head and takes a few steps forward
>"We keep the chips here. They have the same rule as the soda bottles."
>She runs her finger down the multiple rows of chip bags, making sure to hit each brand at least once
>"There are chips in a tube, too."
>You follow around to the other side
"Hey Aria, I'd like to talk to you about something el-"
>"This ENTIRE row is candy. So is the other row. Some of it is from another country and that's why it looks like dirt. Basically this is the aisle for fat people."
>Aria moves on so quickly that she doesn't see the twenty-something year old's glare
>"These are medicine."
>She holds up a big pink bottle of Pepto-Bismol
>"This potion helps when your stomach hurts I think?"
"Yeah. That's right."
>She rolls her eyes and sets it back down
>"Humans can be pretty smart. These little white pills make your head stop hurting, and there are even ones that put your enemies to sleep."
>Her arms cross tightly against her chest
>"Apparently humans who aren't idiots exist. I wouldn't have known."
>"...Maybe you should get some of the white pills. Since, s-since you're so stupid you can't even fall in a tub right."
>She glances at you, then proceeds
>Around the end of the aisle again and you're at the soda machines
>"This is the soda fountain. It has like, a huge-ass bottle of soda inside. Well it has to be a lot of bottles because there's ten flavors. When you push a button..."
>She cautiously taps at the Mountain Dew square
>Then she moves all the way over to the other side and jabs at the Pepsi button
>"...See? There's no delay. Maybe there are ten big bottles. But they never run out, they must go into the wall?"
"Ha ha ha... ha ha, Aria..."
>You can't help but chuckle a bit longer
>Her cold stare is unchanging, and soon you're not much in the mood to laugh
"Is that the end of the tour?"
>"This is coffee."
>She steps over to the other side and rests her hands on the granite counter top
>"It looks like chocolate or something but it tastes like shit."
"I kind of like coffee."
>"It tastes like SHIT."
>She pokes around at some pink sugar packets in the corner
>"These will make it taste better. But why bother? Soda tastes good in the first place."
>In her effort to tidy up she knocks a box over, spilling its artificial sweeteners
>She whispers and scoops them up
>You watch as she pours her handful into the box, then shifts them one by one to stand upright and face forward
>Her tour comes to a halt as she gives her full attention to this tiny, insignificant task
"Are you... having fun here, Aria?"
>She doesn't respond
>Soon she finishes up the final row, straightens out her apron a bit and rests her hands on her hips
>"Maybe if you weren't so stupid I wouldn't have dumped them."
>Before you know it she's standing in front of the cash register
>You stand beside her and flash an uncomfortable smile to the guy behind the counter
>"When you have soda and chips or whatever, you bring it here and pay for it."
"Cool. Is that the end of the tour?"
>"There's one more thing."
>She leads you over to the door and points over her shoulder to a display case
>"He wouldn't tell me what these are, but I have a feeling you're the kind of guy who would buy them."
>Row after row holds magazines with women on the cover, living it up in their birthday suits
>Stickers block out the good stuff
>"...I wasn't trying to be funny."
>The cashier stifles a laugh
>Impatience sets in
"Okay. The tour's done. Can we talk?"
>"Um. No. I finished my task, so go home."
"...Please. Give me one minute."
>"No. Go home."
"I'm worried about you."
>"WORRIED about me?"
>She closes the distance between you and scowls
"Of course I'm worried. I was scared you got... hit by a car or something. I've been searching pretty much since you disappeared."
>"I don't care."
>Her breathing speeds up
>She balls her fists
"I'm willing to talk about it. About everything. We can... figure this out."
>"Would you go home already!?"
>With both hands she shoves you into the edge of a shelf, sending you flat on your back in the floor
>A few beef jerky packages rain down around you
>The air inside your lungs escapes as her knees sink into your stomach, and her hands slap onto the tiles beside your head
>"Do not. Fucking. Call me that."
>With one good push she's forced to her feet, but immediately dives down again
>This time squeezing her fingers around your throat
"Aria! What the hell!"
>"I don't need anything from you. I don't NEED anybody. I'm staying here."
>Cautiously, you dig your fingers under hers
"You... can't live here..."
>Her right hand loosens up and you slip in to interlock fingers
>After doing the same with the other hand you roll over, throwing her to the floor and giving you enough momentum to pop up by the cashier
>His mouth hangs open
>The candy bar girl watches from a couple aisles down, snack-filled bag in hand
>At least she's not holding out her cell phone
>But of course...
>...a security camera is watching anyway
>She lays still on the floor
"How about we take this outside?"
"We're scaring the customers. That hurts the store's image."
"Isn't that right?"
>You go to the cashier for backup
>He pouts, leans over the counter and nods his head to Aria
>"Sorry, intern. It's like, a total rep killer when the employees choke customers on the floor."
>"But he started it!"
>"Weeeeeeell, like, I dunno, you did throw the first punch."
>She gets up and runs to the corner of the room
>With a broom in hand she holds the door open with her back
>Stares into your eyes
>And unscrews the end, very slowly
>"Like, I'm still on your side, intern!"
>The broom's head falls to your feet and she heads outside, taking a left
>You frown at the cashier
"Please don't encourage her."
>The alley between the station, and some fast food place
>It's pretty dark but there's a light near the middle. You both gravitate to opposite ends
>Aria holds the broom handle out horizontally
"Drop the ninja stance. I'm not going to fight you."
>"Then you're gonna get your ass kicked."
"I know that I deserve it. But can't we just talk?"
>"Talk about WHAT?"
"How to fix things. And why you ran away."
>"Why I ran away!?"
>"WHY I ran away!?"
>The end of the broom handle slams into the ground
>"I'm sorry, you can't shop here after all. We don't serve the mentally retarded."
"That's... a really bad PR move."
>"You have ONE MORE CHANCE to go home!"
>She steps forward, dragging her makeshift staff with her
"I can't... I can't go home without you. I told you, no matter what happens, you're one of my people now."
>A whistling sound from the right sends you stepping back
>Your right arm is grazed
>It swings in from the left
>Again, you barely dodge
>Just as you've prepared to catch the next swipe she pulls it back like a spear
"S-Stop. I don't want to do this."
>She stops in the middle of the light
>Not moving a muscle
>"Then just take it away from me."
>Your heart races
>What a stupid challenge
>It'll be easy
>You were gonna do it anyway
>You raise your hands up slowly, bit by bit
>Waiting for her to make a move
>So you reach in from the edge of the light and before you've even closed your hand into a fist, the handle has circled around, risen up and comes whistling down toward you
>The sting on your chin, you expected
>But the force of the blow disorienting you, sending you into the brick wall, you did not
>With squinted eyes you fall on your ass
>The same stinging sensation hits your neck and you raise an arm over your head
>"What a fighter. Maybe you can train Sonata."
>While your face and neck are safe, she swings the handle in from side to side, striking your arm and shoulder repeatedly
>"What's wrong? What's wrong!? I'm strong 'for a girl,' right? Does that mean you're weak for a boy?"
>Your eyes refuse to open out of fear of being struck
>Every time you go to get up, she hits you even harder
"This is stupid..."
>"You know what's REALLY stupid? Thinking I'd ever..."
>Your elbow is hit
>A burning sensation fills your left hand
>"...go back with you!"
>The tips of your fingers ache
>Not a choice, Aria
>Your legs do a sloppy job of getting you off the ground
>For a moment, you rest awkwardly against the wall with both arms crossed in front of your head
>The broom handle catches you one more time on the arm before you charge straight into Aria and pin her to the wall
>You feel around to the left and find her lower arm, which you follow down to the handle
>With one hand on her wrist, you grab the weapon and pull
>Her grip is no joke
>It takes several seconds to break it free
>The broom whistles one last time as it flies through the air, into the grass
>Aria tries to squirm out from under you
>You grab her by the arms and press her up against the wall
"I can't leave you alone. You can't stay here. Do you understand me? "
>"L-Let me go!"
"The girl, the one who's after you, she told m-"
"She told me about how dangerous th-"
>"let GO OF ME!"
>Aria always has to interrupt you
>Every single damn time...
>You squeeze her arms tighter
>Digging your fingers in until you get a vocal reaction out of her
>A quiet groan that captures your attention in full
>A sound that you wouldn't mind hearing again
"It's not a choice. For either of us."
>She puts a lot of effort into escaping to the right
>So you drag her to the left
>You spin her so that she's facing away, then bend her legs
"I have to..."
>Aria falls face first into the dirt with your knee resting on her thighs, and her arms held tightly behind her back
>Warmth of her skin on your fingers
>Brushes from her ponytails hitting your face as she tries desperately to get a look at you
>Her painful grunts as you put pressure on unexpected places
"I'm just doing what's right."
>Bringing her to a dead stop when she tries to roll away from you
>The feeble kicks on your lower back, delivered by legs she can barely move
"I'm doing the right thing. That's what this has all been about. Ever since the music store... no, ever since lunch that day. Maybe I went too far but I'm doing the right thing. You'll understand that eventually."
>Something moves beneath you
>She's managed to pull one leg up far enough to where her bare toes rest against the wall
"Just stop. Okay? Because I won't. This is the only way."
>Still, she fights
>The toes flatten out and, at an agonizingly slow speed, she pulls the rest of her foot on
>Her excited gasp drives you to wait it out
"I'm a dick. I know. But can't you understand? You HAVE to be reformed. I'm the only one who can do it. It's..."
>Her second leg moves even slower than the first
>You let off, just a little
"This is my responsibility."
>With both feet against the wall she grunts once again
>She uses the last of her energy to kick out from under you and slide into the light
>Immediately she rolls onto her front and lifts up
>A puzzling warmth builds in your abdomen
>You could pick her up...
>You could carry her right to the car and stuff her inside
>Just like the very first night
>Instead, you watch her muster up strength to get onto her knees
>And onto her feet
>Then you grab her shoulders and force her down on her back
>"I'm g-gonna... kill you..."
>Her arms can barely compete at this point
>You let off enough for her to raise them up, to where they lay flat around her head
>And you let them fall down to rest straight out
>The important thing is that you decide where they stop
"Stop struggling, and this will be over."
>Her face contorts with disgust at your whispers
"We'll go straight back to the house. We'll work this out. Okay?"
>Just as you hoped, this fills her with another burst of determination
>Once again you have to struggle to keep her arms down
>Your fingers dig in around her wrists
>All of a sudden, you're aware that you're smiling
>At the sensation of her pulse on your thumbs
>The way her legs shift your entire body while trying to get away
>Her sharp breaths that seem to finally hint at genuine fear
>The furrowed brow and squinted eyes
>Her scrunched up nose and contorted lips
>The tears rolling down the side of her face
"Come on. Stop. Stop and..."
>Aria's next sharp breath is a lot stronger than the ones that came before it
>Afterwards, you hear an almost inaudible whine as she lets the air escape
>Her chest rises and falls very slowly
>Your mind races
>Images force themselves upon you:
>Approaching Twilight and her friends
>Excited to tell her about what you had heard
>Thrilled to be the one person who they could rely on to secure an advantage against a new threat
>Maybe you could help them, you wonder
>Perhaps you'd be spending a lot of time with the group. And after the city is safe again, you might even become part of the group
>Rainbow Dash scoffs
>Your story, she declares, is suspicious
>The way you kept correcting yourself on what the girls said and the convenience of how you learned about their supposed plan
>One by one the girls all agree with her, except Rarity who sits quietly and stares
>Even after explaining that you're nervous, they don't reconsider
>You park outside a music store, at an address you'd just pulled off of the internet
>It's closed and yet some of the lights are on
>A brief screech comes and goes, followed by distant yells
>This is it, you think
>Everything works out perfectly
>No need to even talk to them. More direct measures are fine
>You're hunting monsters
>Sonata sobs into your chest on the couch
>Aria ignores a chance at escaping over a petty grudge
>Adagio explodes in anger, no doubt after a stressful day of managing a group of three in a strange world
>Sonata lays against the coffee table and covers her face, none of your explanations dissuading her from feeling hurt and confused over Rarity's claims
>Aria rolls across the punishment room floor, begging you to hit her, to give her more of a reason to run away from what she knows deep down could truly be her best option
>Bile builds in your throat
>You let off, and stand up
>But your balance fails and you're soon staring up at the piercing yellow light and black sky
>With your arm pressed into your mouth, you take deep breaths
>Clearing your mind as much as you can
>Thinking only of the cool night air
>The bugs building on the hanging lamp's base
>Graffiti barely visible at the edge of the darkness
>Sounds of scraping dirt a few feet away from you
>And a red bandanna
>Covered from the top to the bottom with tiny, human skulls
>She sniffs and wipes her eyes
>"I hate you..."
>Her fingers slip into your shirt collar and under your arm
>She drags you deeper into the light's range, prompting you to raise your arm from your mouth to your eyes
>The first kick doesn't hurt
>It's just a light blow to your leg
>But every succeeding one is harder
>Soon you're wincing and rolling over
>"Do you know how long you have to lay on a wooden floor before it hurts?"
>Her strange question is delivered with a mixture of a sob and a whisper
>You don't know what to say; you take a few more kicks to your side
>"About two minutes."
>Your arm slides out from under your face and moves to protect you
>Instead it lays still on the ground
>Aria switches feet and stomps into your back, over and over, forcing the air from your lungs
>"You don't know. Huh?"
>The stomping gets harder
>"You're not a slave."
>"You're not 'nothing', right?"
>Gasping for air, you roll onto your back
>Before you can bother to block out the light, Aria's head does it for you as she drops over you the same way she did in the station
>"I hate you..."
>Her fist hovers above you for so long that you feel a couple of tears fall onto your face
>"I really... really..."
>Your eyes shut in advance
>White pain fills your cheek and slowly changes to a burning one
>The force behind her punch leaves your cheek resting in the dirt
>Unsure of why, you look up to face her again, and you wait
>"I w-want you to die..."
>Another blow, to your temple
>"Just. Fucking. Die."
>Your closed eye shuts twice as hard after it's struck
>"I hate you. I hate you so much."
>Perhaps solely because you spoke, she punches twice as hard
>Once into the side of your nose
>Again across your forehead
>And a couple of times straight to the mouth
>Your entire face burns, and it's complimented by a what you're certain will turn into a terrible headache
>"You ruined ev-everything. Took aw-away ever...ything..."
>Though the punches only hurt more over time, the desire to protect yourself fades
>Until consciousness seems as though it might slip away
>"Ad-Adagio... Sona-ata... ne-necklaces... Eques..."
>The punches stop, probably so she can wipe tears away
>"We. We can nev- we can never go ba-ack. Our..."
>You wince as her hands press into your chest
>The gut feeling you've got makes you expect a headbutt
>A few seconds later the pressure on your chest disappears, and you sense the light through your eyelids
>She falls to the dirt
>In interruption to her sobs, she whispers one last time
>"I want to go home."
My god, were getting so much green these last couple of days. I really don't know what to say other than thank you write friends. (single tear)
>mfw people kept interrupting a writefag and disrupting the thread while blaming me for shitting up and disrupting the thread
Heh. Also bump.
Not green, but a pretty descent fic on fimfiction about sirens interacting with each of the rainbooms individually
god damnit, I can go through every single loop this green hasn't a single writer recorded everywhere and I don't want to attribute a work to someone if there's a tiny doubt, that's wouldn't be justice
well I hope I'll find more infos in the future
I can confirm as well. He wrote a few stories that helped get these threads rolling and that was one of them. Always wrote tragics that retards would shitstorm over, Dusk being the first to ignite that trend.
well sounds like he's not a pastebin dude from what I gathered and the writing style is almost the same and everyone of them ends by "Fin" so it's safe to assume it's him
thanks for your help people
well I'm glad I save this before falling into the limbos
Continuing Fimfiction trend, go read Evening Sonata (avoid sequel) and Sucker for a Cute Face (unusual and seeming cheap premise, but very well written and surprisingly feelsy and deep later on).
Yeah, he wrote a fair bit of the early stuff here anonymously. If it's a long romance and/or tragedy and f it's from the first few months of this thread then chances are pretty good that it's him.
I wonder if writers(or main characters) will ever address that there are 3 friendless, hopeless, turned human alien girls that lost everything and never were able to experience magic of friendship
i want to rape aria's legs
Um... yeah? Lonely means just that: lonely. They aren't necessarily creepy, and they like what I like. So, I get to do mulp related things and help a bro feel happy. After that, I get to Dazzle the fuck out with a Dazzle. No. Fucking. Downside.
>tfw no Dazzling cuddle pie to fall asleep in
Misery loves company, yes?
Aria plomped next to you on the bed.
"Where were you?" you asked without looking up from your cellphone.
"I was shaving my legs" she said as she raised them towards the ceiling. "What do you think?"
You glanced without interest momentarily and then returned your attention to what you were doing before your brain realized what it was looking at. Then you turned your head with much urgency and disbelief to stare at Aria's legs.
Your gaze followed them from her jean shorts all the way up to her toes.
"I-I...*ahem*. They remind me of Jakob's Ladder."
"You know, Jakob's Ladder? Because they are so long, they reach all the way up to the heavens."
And you want to climb them. But you are too beta to say that.
Aria gigglesnorted at your comment.
"If men were half as gorgeous as you then I'd be the gayest man on planet earth."
Wow, where did that come from? Part of your brain thinks this is good wit. Another part laments your stupidity. Aria was likewise caught off-guard by your stupidity.
"Lol, you're already the gayest man on earth."
Oh god, too many feels.
>terrified Aria doesn't want to be a burden
>she's so close to breaking you can feel it
>she wants to prove she isn't worthless
I just want to hold her and make everything better
You sigh in resignation. Fair is fair, this is completely your fault.
Disheartened, you get up to leave the room in shame. Better than an awkward silence. Plus, you have some self-loathing to attend to.
"Where're you going?"
"To grab a snack."
"Bring me the oil from the bathroom as you get back."
You skip the snack and head for the bathroom. Door's closed. You knock on it.
"Oi, is anyone inside?"
"Don't come in."
You recognize the voice. It's Sonata. You decide to tease her a bit for shits and giggles, because she is cute when she's flustered.
"What was that? Come in? Okay..."
"No! Don't come in!"
"Do come in?"
"Gnnnn, you meaniehead, I said stay out!"
"Okay, okay. Listen, I need something from inside. Are you doing a number or a number two?"
There's a moment of silence. You knock again.
"Sonata, number one or number two? This isn't a test you know."
"N-Neither" replies Sonata uncertain. "I'm just peeing".
You groan. At least she'll be out shortly.
You hear flushing. Sonata opens the door and starts to get out. You stop her.
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Sure did" she replies as she shows you her hands.
You let her go and get inside the humid bathroom. You take Aria's oil and return to the bedroom.
>you will never sniff Sonata's hands to make sure she washed them
>you will not hold her hands and kiss them afterwards whether she washed them or not
>you will not tell her you pray she didn't wash them every time
>tfw you will never notice that Adagio washes her hands with malicious delectation
>tfw she will never confess during a game of truth or dare that every time she washes her hands she imagines she is a vengeful goddess bring the apocalypse upon the unsuspecting, helpless germs
Who ordered the ponknata?
Sonata would never love me. None of the Dazzlings would love someone like me even if they were real.
They're way too pretty and I'm just ugly and boring. They'd probably have boyfriends who were way better than me the moment they became real.
It's not like her solely for sex. It would just be nice to have someone there rather than be alone all the time. But I know deep down that none of them are real, and at the end of the day I'm just a lonely man at his computer reading greentext and looking at all the cute dazzling pictures knowing I'll never be with them.
>You get into the car and drive to Canterlot High
>First day and things were getting all mucked up
>But you couldn't deny you liked the distraction
>You had been just pacing back and forth for hours being tortured by your own thoughts
>You used to be able to be on your own for months on end, but now just a few hours and you were slamming your head against the wall
>Finally you arrive and walk inside to find Adagio waiting on a bench
>"How are you doing sweetie?"
>She just shakes her head
>"Come on. Let's get you home ok?"
>You hold out your hand and guide her back towards the truck
>The second the door closes, she speaks
"I need to tell you something."
>You felt your stomach sink
>Whenever somebody said that, it was always bad
>"What is it?"
"I need to tell you the real reason I started smoking."
>You knew her story sounded fishy
>"What was the real reason?"
>All of a sudden you see tears enter her eyes
"The Siren... she keeps coming back. She almost took control today. I smoke to keep it at bay. Whenever I smoked the headaches would stop and she would just disappear."
>This was quite a difficult situation. You were caught between a rock and a hard place. You could only imagine what it was like for her.
"I'm sorry daddy. I really screwed this up huh?"
>"No sweetie. You didn't. You overpowered her didn't you?"
"Not really. It was only thanks to Rarity that I was able to escape. If she wasn't there... I... I..."
>Tears start to slip down her cheeks
>That gave you the perfect idea
>"I've got it Dagi."
>"A possible solution. We might not be able to solve it, but I know someone who can."
"And who would that be?"
"You're not actually going to go into the portal are you?"
>"No. Sunset has a journal that can directly link to their world."
"Are you sure this will work?"
>"We only have one way to find out. Let's get you home first. If you get any headaches tell me."
fuck you, why you have to remember me this
Aria is where you left her. You take another look at her long, blemishless legs. She is resting her feet on the bedside table with one foot over the other.
"What took you so long?" she asks rather bothered.
Talk about hot and cold. Just a few moments ago she was okay. Now she's all pine-up-the-ass like usual.
"Sonata was occuping the toilet. Here" you say as you hand her the oil. She doesn't take it.
"What are you giving it to me for?" she asks annoyed.
"Say what? You told me to get you the darn thing in the first place and now you don't want it?"
Aria facepalms. She hovers her feet in front of you. They are graceful, clean, and so very curvy...
"Spread it, doofus."
"....Okay, if you say so..."
You cup her slender heels with one hand and hover the upturned bottle over her miles of legs with the other. You can't help but make lewd thoughts as you see the transparent liquid spread all over her legs. Aria's harsh words break you out of your reverie.
"Urgh, what are you doing? I'm not a machine, you idiot. I don't need to be greased. You're supposed to put some on your hands and then spread it."
"My hands, Aria, are somewhat occupied at the moment" you reply with a hint of anger as you raise at shake her feet.
Aria calms down some at this and softens her face and tone of voice.
"Come closer to me" she says as she puts her feet around your supporting hand and pulls you closer. You obediently take a few steps forward. Once you're close enough, Aria places her feet against your chest. Your heart rages and pounds inside your chest as a warmth spreads on your face, between your legs, and all across your body. The ends of your ears are on fire.
Aria doesn't bother to hide her amusement. Instead, she laughs out loud.
"Bwahaha! You look like a beet!"
Her reaction only makes your face redder. She calms down after a few seconds of renewed hearty laughter.
"I guess this means you like me, don't you."
Aria is playful and relaxed again. She knows she is in control. She places her hands behind her head.
"I can't blame you. And I don't mind either, even though you're such a loser. Play your cards right and I just might like you back eventually. But for now...my legs are starting to get tired. Get on your knees."
Anyone else have these? Only got them as they were ridiculously cheap, Got all three on super clearance and thought whatever. I don't really collect toys.
Anyway I'm pretty disappointed with them, don't look like them, cheap, no articulation and they have pony ears which is pretty damn retarded.
Whatever. Adagio seems to go for over $50 on eBay so easy money to be made.
It's not a problem. They were only stuck in with twist ties and the boxes are still mint, can easily put them back in and put some fresh tape on the bottom flap. I only just took them out so not like they are in 'played with' condition or anything. We'll see how it goes.
that was... sad
Back to the dazzlings!
>We will never see them in FiM as giant flying Seaponies
>This will never inspire a fuckton of seapone dazzling porn
On the doll boxes they are ponies with long transparent wings, yet in the movie they are not ponies.
Pretty much this. Hasbro has no idea what they're doing most of the time.
I get the feeling as I'm waking up, most of you are falling asleep.
JUST DO IT.
Just before 10am here. Just got back from my morning job. Tradition is /dzg/ as soon as I jump on the bus home.
If only, 6am starts mean bed no later than 12.
So how will you all be paying homage to your dazzle waifu today?
Aria is best dazzling tbh fams.
>you will never sleep with a cute little aria pushy as a couple
She would probably be the clingy type when cuddling.
She probably wouldn't want you to let go. She's probably used to scaring off anyone interested in her.
I made it, thanks for the motivation Anon.
I was thinking more dubs + trips, but I guess full house makes more sense.
>Aria will never groan in annoyance while you try to spoon her
>she will not forcefully spin you around and make you the little spoon
>it will not be the comfiest feel ever imaginable as the big girl cuddles you from behind
If you don't mind adding Shimmer to the sex-pile, then there's http://www.fimfiction.net/story/261415/canterlot-university-the-dazzling-sunset
And then for M-rated Sunset/Adagio in its final form, one of the best, imo, is http://www.fimfiction.net/story/231348/i-wanna-be-your-pony - explicit and detailed scenes with an actual progressing story (with sardonic "screw redemption" Adagio throughout)
Yeah they have unpainted molded on panties but no bra.
>"I could have a vagina if I wanted to. I just don't. So there."
Someone hypothesized in the art of equestria thread that the siren fishyform might have been based on Faust's dragon design
I can see the resemblance.
Wasn't there a greentext where something like this happened at a sleepover?
I believe it was the one with femanon + pocky leading to 4way dyke
love- with these two and then adagio/anon pairing up. Appeared to start going somewhere but then no more updates.