Fingerbang: The Equestria Girls and Humanized Thread #191 //

>>26906425
isnt that just the girl form katawa shojo? and if not who is she

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>>26906438
Ssh let's all pretend it's twilight.
Unless you want the pony version.
: ^)

New thread smell

>>26906534
A
SMELLY
SHIT

>>26906480
Huh. I like the pony version.
Would fight beside in a losing battle/10

>>26906480
Looks more like rarity to me

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Why are we still here, just to suffer?

Evey night, I can feel my memes, and my shitposts... Even my greentexts.

The Anons I've lost, the writefags we've lost... Won't stop hurting!

It's like they're all still there.

You feel it too, don't you?

I'm gonna make them give back our threads.

The mods sent us to hell, but we're going even deeper.

Take back every thread they've deleted from us.

The world calls for Greentext, we answer.
No NTR, no FlashXAll.

"EKANS, I'M ALREADY A DEMON"

>>26906894
So just how disappointing did you find MGSV?

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>>26906425
>>26906534
>people make posts thanking mods for being more reasonable nowadays
>2 days later fucking every general gets deleted out of nowhere

>>26906425
That's not even pone, that's Hanako

>>26906480
Hey look it's Redheart.

so i'v been jumping between threads trying to get as much info as i can and someone was talking about writefags being banned, just wondering if some of you guys here could sound of for damage control if there even was any.

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we are alive, the writefags shall not abandon us because of faggot mods.

>>26908775
>>26908775
Ekans was banned.
I think the rest of us are okay.

>>26908775
Fucking mods.

>>26906425
bump

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>>26906894
Nice blog you fruit bowl.

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>>26906425
HEY NAOH I'M STILL WAITING FOR MY BLOWJOB

>>26907342
Or anything that some jackass thinks is a general. Damn near everything got wiped out

>>26911593
did the normal norman or the dazzlings get back up?

Here's more "Fun in the Sun". I'll type it live for you guys this time so it's more like a CYOA.

>”Uh, Alan.” Twilight repeats herself. “I said you wanna move?”
“But… you were sitting in the other chair.”
>Twilight widens her eyes and stares forward at the crashing waves.
“Like… I was here first.” You strike up the conversation, trying to put her in the spotlight so you feel less nervous somehow. “But you don’t have to get up if you don’t want to.”
>”Uhh… okay. Well it’s not like we had to wear clothes in Equestria anyway.” Twilight tells you. “ It’s not like I’m not used to this, it’s just that I’m not used to doing it in this body.”
>Your boner would have gone up more if it weren’t already at full mast.
>What the hell just happened to this moment? First, you were all into this, and now you’re implying that she can get up and leave.
>This situation just keeps getting more and more awkward. Twilight starts to look at you more and more often.
>”But this is pretty cool.” Twilight then takes a deep breath as the wind picks up.
>The chill from the wind feels amazing on some parts of you, and horrifying on other parts. Which leads to half of you coming to the conclusion that taking your swimming trunks off was a pretty bad idea.
>You try to talk to ignore the feeling.
“You wanna like… kinda cuddle or something?”
>”Alan!”
“It was a joke!” You just remember that you need to actually think about what you’re going to say before it comes out of your mouth. “I just said that because… we’re in the same chair and everything.”
>Twilight starts to giggle, which somewhat reassures you.
>”Well… I didn’t exactly mean that in a bad way…” She tells you. “It’s just… you kinda rushed there.”
>Furrow your brow as the air becomes warmer due the the wind dying down once more.
“Wait… do you mean…” You’re almost too afraid to look over to her.
>”Well what did you think was gonna happen? I just came over here to talk to you and not do anything else?” Twilight scoots even closer.

>>26911504
>still butthurt over things he doesn't enjoy

>>26911727
don't you mean cant enjoy?

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Reposting this since the thread was pruned,

>The Vice Principal, with a scowl on her face, Pushing aside Adagio and Aria, walked towards the Principal and handed her the microphone.
>”Thank you, sister” Principal Celestia said with a smile on her face.
>The Principal turned towards the crowd of students
>”May I have your attention.”
>The crowd continued talking over the principal.
>”Hello? Attention students”
>The principal taps the microphone
>”Can anybody hear me? Is this thing on?”
>A lot of the students in the crowd started to get impatient.
>You look over towards Vinyl Scratch.
>She’s on the side stage kneeling down with her glasses on top of her head.
>She’s messing with the switchboard and PA system.
>You turn your head back to the distraught Principal
>The Principal tried to speak again, but she was interrupted by a loud, ear retching reverb
>You Bent over, with your hands cupped over your ears.
>Everybody in the auditorium did the same.
>Except for Vinyl.
>Vinyl looked up from the switchboard with a smile and made a thumbs up gesture to the Principal.
>”It’s good” she said with a smile.
>Everybody surrounding Vinyl glared at her.
>”What? I fixed it. Heh” she said with a chuckle.
>The Principal reclaimed her calm composure and cleared her throat
>”Attention Students. Please return to your seats and take them. The Talent Show will continue once everyone had been seated. Thank you.”
>The loud shuffling of feet and assorted talking are heard afterwards.
>And it’s bliss to your ears.
>You exhale and put your guitar strap back onto your shoulder.
>Principal Celestia walks over smoothly to Adagio and gives her the mic

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>>26911767
>You watch as she walks off stage.
>Damn.
>”I guess things almost got out of hand.” Norman says to you.
>You weren’t paying attention because you were busy fiddling with your guitar but You were in Norman’s usual spot.
“I guess they did” you said with a small smirk.
>”You ready for the last one?” Norman asked.
“Yea man.” you smiled.
>You couldn’t see through your hair being so thick and it hanging over your eyes, but you swore you saw Norman smile.
>”Let’s make this last one count, all right buddy?”
>You both share a high five and took your spots.
>Taking off your electric guitar, you hand it to someone and retrieve your Acoustic Guitar.
>It’s a nice sandy brown Fender.
>Double checking it is tuned, you look over to Norman, giving him an assuring nod.
>Aria and sonata took their places behind the two microphone stands.
>You stood a couple feet from Norman and looked towards Adagio.
>She looked back from taunting the crowd seductively and blew a kiss at you and waved with her fingers.
>Your face didn’t really heat up because frankly, you were getting used to Adagio’s advances
>The crowd went quiet.
>So quiet you could hear a pen drop.
>Jonny hit the lip of his snare drum slowly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIs11PJbvnA
>You begin the song.
>The lights go off, darkness, with only a spot light on you and Adagio.
>Adagio starts with you, singing with the Acoustic’s.
>Aria and Sonata sing oooo’s in melody with the song also.
>”Baa, ba, dum, dum, bada, ba.” Adagio sings.
>God her voice is so hypnotic, in a way.

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>>26911787
>”Baaaaa, ba, dum, dum, ba da da da, baa” She continues.
>Everything goes quiet for a split second.
>Jonny lightly taps his Symbols four times.
>”Now I’m gunna fight ‘em off” Adagio sings.
>You keep strumming your guitar.
>”A seven nation army, couldn’t hold me back”
>Aria and Sonata back up with light ‘aaaahs’ in the back.
>”They’re gunna rip it off.”
>When Adagio said ‘rip’ she made the motion of ripping her dress.
>”Taking their time right behind my back…”
>’Dagi turns around, catching you looking at her, and struts over to you.
>You look down towards your guitar to try and not make any eye contact with her.
>You hear someone whistle real loudly from the crowd.
>”And I’m talking to myself at night…”
>She reaches you and lightly touches your shoulder, caressing it.
>”…Because I can’t forget”
>She touches your chin with her other hand, still caressing your shoulder, and lifts your head to meet her gaze.
>”Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette.”
>She sway’s her hips.
>You see a gleam in her beautiful velvet eyes.
>”And the message comin’ from my eyes, says leave it alooooone”
>She walks behind you.
>You can literally feel her and she’s not even touching you.
>The thought gives you goosebumps.
>Damn.
>Jonny comes in, playing his drums slightly quiet.
>Norman plays the songs signature riff.
>Aria and sonata sing the Guitar part.

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>>26911797
>Adagio comes around, holding onto your other shoulder.
>”Don’t wanna hear about it..”
>The crowd starts to clap with the rhythm.
>”Everyone’s got a story to tell….”
>Adagio looks out to the darkness which is the crowd.
>”Everyone knows about it….”
>”From the queen of England to the hounds of hell…..”
>The rest of the audience joins in with the clapping.
>”And if I catch it comin’ back my way, I’m gunna serve it to you…”
>Her voice is so amazing.
>”And that aint what you want to hear, but that’s what I’ll do…”
>You strum a little harder for the buildup.
>”And the feeling coming from my bones says find a hooooome”
>Jonny goes a little harder with the drums.
>Aria and Sonata come in with humming the guitar part.
>The whole band is playing now.
>”I’m going to Wichita….”
>You can hear the crowds clapping over the sound of the band.
>”…..Far from this opera forevermore.”
>”I’m gonna work the straaaaw…..”
>Adagio walked up back to the front of the stage and is singing to the crowd.
>”Make the sweat drip out of every pore…”
>Adagio touches her hips and runs her hand up until she reaches her hair.
>”And I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding, and I’m bleeding right before the lord…..”
>”….All the word are gonna bleed from me, and I will think no more….”
>Adagio looks back at you from the crowd.
>”…And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back hoooome!”
>Adagio leaned her head back, raised the microphone over her, and extended her arm towards the crowd.

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>>26911504
Hey, we've only fugged Rarity so far. Not a smart decision but it's Anon we're talking about. About the edge play some Hotline Miami and you'll end up loving it.
t. totally not a shill
:^)
P.D. It's called Winter Formal DASH for a reason.
P.D 2 Here's your blowjob http://i.imgur.com/nphwyIc.png

>>26912243
That trip is clearly fake, this guy is a big phony!

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>>26912312
You sure? Check desustorage.

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>>26912347
Yeah I'm just fucking around cause I'm not a genuinely funny person.

>>26906425
bump

>>26912382
you may want to learn some jokes before you start that kind of stuff.

>>26913244
When life gives you lemons, make lemonaid.

still waitin' for Waid

Maybe this thread will see more activity now that people are afraid of the greentext thing. Even though I'm sure some threads could stay on their own, people are retardedly afraid because of the ban happy phase.

Pastebin Link:
http://pastebin.com/RZyMdK57

>You lay on this seat
>God this chair is comfy
>Is it legal to marry this chair in this state?
>Better look that up.
>You open your eyes to see Rainbow Dash in front of you, her face slightly flush, one hand on her hip
>Down boy
>”You're pathetic.”
>Down boy.
>Wow I really do have a type.
“I try my best y'know.”
>”Yeah. I know.”
>That sounded a lot more melancholy then I expected
“You want to grab something to drink?”
>Dash's face goes a little more red
>”I don't drink before school.”
“For once, I actually meant water. I've devoured the bottle I brought with me.”
>She laughs

>Thank god this coffee shop is open at 6:30
>part of you feel sorry for the staff
>Whilst you're drinking black coffee, Dash is drinking that disgusting iced coffee crap
>Liquid poison
“Liquid!” you mumble under your breath
>God you are a scatter brain at 6 in the morning
>”You all right Anon? You're mumbling to yourself.”
“What? Yeah I'm fine, just a little tired.”
>She smiles
>”Most tired lazy people don't get up at 5 in the morning.”
“Four Dash. It takes me 45 minutes to get dressed.”
>She looks away, but you don't need to see her face to know what's she's feeling
>Guilt
>God damnit, you told her enough times
>Hell, you told her when you woke up from surgery
>It wasn't her fault
“Dash. It's not your fault.”
>She looks your way
“I know you don't like me joking about it. And that you don't like me withdrawing from socializing.”
>You take a sip of coffee and continue
“But what happened that day five years ago was on me.”
>Dash looks shocked.
>She's about to open her mouth to speak, but you have to interrupt her
“Dash. I'm not going to change. I'm never really going to go back to that happy kid that used to play with you.”
>You sigh
“And... That's okay. I'm not your big brother. You said it yourself.”
>You take a large gulp of coffee

>>26914716
“Dash. We can't keep going on like this. You have to let what happened that day, and everything that happened go.”
>She looks heartbroken,
>You have to continue, for her sakes if not yours
“Dash... I think... I think after Friday, maybe we should... maybe you should forget about me.”
>It's like stabbing a puppy
>An attractive childhood friend who could easily beat the everliving shit out of, but still a puppy
>Attractive?
>”What the hell anon?”
“Dash. How often do you think about that day? How much does it hurt for you to see me... Slowly kill myself?”
>Dash looks shocked
“Because that is basically what I'm doing. Too much of coward to keep live, too cowardly to die.”
>”I...”
“I know what it's like. Every time I look at my arm, every twitch and itch I feel reminds me there's part of me missing. Gone.”
”Dash. You're a successful star athlete with a bright career ahead of her. I'm just some limey friend from childhood going nowhere.”
>”You think so little of yourself don't you?”

(this would be one chunk, but it's just over 2000 characters)

>>26914728
>Well duh
>”You think you're just some friend I can toss aside? You think that I'm supposed to forget why you lost that arm!”
>”I have nightmares about it! Nearly every night! Seeing you, laughing, being happy, that's the only thing that can help!”
“Dash, those things are never going to happen. I'm not...”
>”You're so full of horseshit. Just yesterday, you were buddying up with Flash. You were fucking socialising. You act all grumpy and depressed, and hell, maybe you are, but some part of you wants to be happy.”
>I don't want to be happy
>I want to be left alone
>”You hide behind a mask of cold distaste, but inside you is that same Anon I knew. Who'd fight Big mac one day and go to the Arcade with him the next. The Anon who'd go camping with me when I ran away from home just to keep me company. The Anon who lost his arm to save me!”
>Oh shit. She's close to tears
>You haven't seen her this bad in years
>People are looking around
>If you don't break her heart now, it'll just be worse
“Dash. I'm not the same anon that'd lose his arm for you. I'm... Just a guy.”
>You see her begin to cry
>You're not going to be able to salvage this, and you know this is for her own good
>You get up, chuck a dollar tip on the table, and walk away


>No one bothers you during first period, and you're not hungover for it
>So a perfectly normal Physics lesson it is
>I mean, Rarity keeps sneaking glances at you
>Angry glances
>But that's not your problem

>Second Period. Now The yellow shy one is taking glances at you
>Well, clearly they know about your conversation with Dash somehow
>It was for her own good
>God dammit, you need to focus on this
>Math's first, drama hopefully fucking never
>Well actually you like Drama class, but
>You knew what you meant

>>26914732
>You debate skipping third period
>It's only English, you can miss it
>Nah, Celestia won't buy some bullshit “Panic Excuse” a second time
>Actually that may have been your third time using that excuse
>You need new material
>You make your way to class
>Or try to
>A white arm blocks your path
>You follow it to find Rarity's incredibly pissed off face
“Ah Rarity. How's things?”

>So turns out you're skipping third period after all
>God damnit if you get expelled for this crap
“So. Been talking to Rainbow Dash or something?”
>”You never call her by her full name.”
>You shrug
“Just a guess.”
>”For your information no. A friend of mine works at the coffee shop. Dash isn't even in today.”
>Oh crap
>Well, you should've expected that
>”So. You're breaking up with Rainbow dash.”
“Breaking up? I think the term you mean is cutting ties.”
>Oh shit, that was not the answer she wanted
>”What. On Earth. Happened.”
>Well, now you're scared
>If anyone was a secret psychopath other then Pinkie and that shy one, it was Rarity
“Rarity. Look. The first thing you have to understand it that none of this is Dash's fault.”
>”I bloody well know that Anon, the only one at fault here...”
>You sigh
“I mean. None of This is her fault.”
>You move your left hand to your right shoulder
>”Oh.”
“Yeah. I could tell that seeing me like this... As a anti-social prick making his way to an early grave was killing her.”
“If I didn't make her hate me, she'd keep hating herself.”
>”Anon?”
“Dash is...Was my best friend. And she was just... Ridden with guilt. Still. After five years.”
>”So you tore out her heart to save her from... Her feelings of guilt?”
“Terrible thing, Good reasons.”

>>26914737

>The two of you share some cigarettes
>Almost up to fourth period
>Eh, you can skip it
“I mean, I've been friends with her since I moved to this country right?”
>”Sure.”
“But ever since I lost my arm... I couldn't really keep doing that. I smiled at her jokes and occasionally supported her, but once she made friends with you guys there was no real reason for me to keep pretending.”
>”But you did keep “Pretending” to be her friend?”
“huh?”
>”Just yesterday you offered to run her birthday party. Last week you waited for an hour as emotional support for her first ever job interview”
>”Hell, two months ago you stayed in hospital nearly 24/7 when she was recovering from flu.”
>Oh god.
>You stare into space
“She... She did the same for me. I was just returning the favour.”
>Nice justification pal

Sorry that one was so short, damn character limits.

Last one for a bit, you peeps stay safe out there

>>26906425
bump

>>26913333
NO YOU NEVER UTTER THAT PHRASE AGAIN.

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>>26916439
Geez lemon, stop being so sour.

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Good afternoon, sluts.

LAST TIME ON tOUCC

>ANON WENT MISSING FOR THREE WEEKS AND CAME BACK LOOKING LIKE A DIRTY FUCKING HOBO
>RARITY NOPE'D SO HARD SHE CUT HIS HAIR AND SHAVED HIM, BUT WAS SO IMPRESSED WITH HER WORK THAT SHE INSTANTLY STARTED GUSHING SO HE ATE HER OUT SO GOOD SHE COULDN'T EVEN
>THEN THEY WOKE UP BUT EGADS, RARITY SEEMS TO BE HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS

>nearly 2000 lines and that's all that's happened.
well, saying anything else would ruin the FORESHADOWING I've placed here and there

>"Did last night... Mean anything to you, Anon?"
>You close your eyes, resting your chin down on the top of her head.
>That's a hard one.
"Depends on what you want it to be."
>You feel a pinch on your hand.
>Shit, wrong answer.
"Wasn't it supposed to? Mean something, that is."
>Her heart beats through her entire torso, and you can feel the slight thumps emanate into your hand.
>She's really nervous here.
>"I... I don't-"
>You squeeze her tighter before releasing.
"You don't need to stress yourself out about it. Whatever you feel will come naturally, and then... Just follow that, I guess."
>She's silent again, but you're unsure if you made anything better.
>Honestly, you don't really know what to think of the situation either.
"Do you regret it?"
>As soon as the last word leaves your mouth she tenses, hands and body unmoving.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone or spread anything around. I wouldn't do anything to deliberately hurt you. I apologise if I took advantage of y-"
>"No, no - don't think that. I don't... regret it. What we did, I mean. I just have matters on my end that I need to - think through."
>You bite your cheek.
"Well, I'm always here. If you ever want someone to listen to you without judgement, hit me up."
>You hear a light laugh.
>"Thank you, Anon."

>>26916828
Oh shit, updated pastebin link for those that didn't read it before the scruffening.
http://pastebin.com/YJqY9CE4

>You sigh, relaxing yourself against the counter, just holding Rarity in your arms.
>Again, in silence.
>But this quiet is more peaceful than before.
>You aren't sure what Rarity's going through, but if it has anything to do with you, you're sure she'll talk about it.
>When she wants to.
>Not about to push this girl for answers, especially not now.
>If anything, you should be grateful she didn't freak the hell out about where you've been all this time.
>She didn't even push you after you told her you didn't want to talk about it.
>Thought you were dead, huh?
>You should be.
>But at least now you have a use for these powers you've got.
>After a while in the kitchen, Rarity excuses herself to go the the bathroom and you head back into the bedroom for your phone.
>It's been dead for weeks, but you kept it.
>Probably because you knew you'd be back.
>Just gotta get the charger from your house.
>Speaking of, you wonder what happened to that apartment.
>Hopefully Sunset didn't turn it into a hangout spot for her pals.
>Still have no clue how the fuck she gets in.
>"There's an extra toothbrush in the bathroom, if you want to use it. Your old clothes are washed, too, but at this point they're more like rags."
>You chuckle.
"Yeah, I'll just wear them on the way home and throw them away then."
>"Do you have anything that fits?"
>You scratch your head.
"Not really, but eh. Gotta live with it."
>She sighs, leaning against the doorframe.
>"I could get you something within a fortnight, if you'd like. Just some shirts and pants, the essentials."
>You smile.
"Thanks, Rarity. I really appreciate it."
>She winks.
>"Generosity's my thing, you know."
"I'll believe it."
>Walking past her you head to the bathroom and get yourself ready to head outside.
>This is the least amount of bed hair you've had in weeks.
>Well, you used to have concrete floor-hair.

>>26916847
>Being in a bed was like a dream.
>Rarity did a damn good job cleaning you up, though.
>Really have to give her credit where it's due.
>Putting on your old clothes feels kind of weird, but familiar at the same time.
>On the one hand they're too small and are tattered to hell, but on the other, you've been wearing the same thing so long it's like your second skin.
>Still, you're glad to go home and throw these away.
>Better to leave those three weeks behind.
>You've got a new goal now.
>You look around upstairs for Rarity and notice the locked bedroom door.
>Probably changing.
>Might as well head downstairs.
>You sit on one of the tables, looking around at the mannequins again.
>Seeing these things at night would scare the shit outta you.
>Dark room, no signal, and one of the damn things move.
>At that point you might as well just bite your own tongue off and bleed out.
>Not going out by whatever creepy voodoo magic took them over.
>Then you at least have the dignity of going out by your own will.
>And not join their army of blank faced dolls.
>Hm.
>Could you even bite your own tongue off?
>Or would it just regenerate?
>You lightly bite on the tip of your tongue.
>Ow.
>Not gonna even try.
>"You alright?"
>Rarity's voice makes you jump.
"What? Yeah, yeah."
>Thought she was a mannequin for a second.
>Usually you're able to hear or sense people around you, but if they catch you when you're thinking about something...
>"All ready to leave?"
>You shrug.
"I dunno'. Nervous, I guess."
>"Nervous?"
"Nervous to get back into Canterlot. Back home. School."
>Rarity sits next to you, leaning her shoulder against your arm.
>"I'm sure you'll be fine."
>You look out the window at the people and cars going about their day.
"Yeah, I think so too."

>>26917201
>Another hour later and you're finally at the door.
>Time sure flies.
>Rarity told you it was 1 o'clock, so you decided it was high time you left.
"Thank you for everything Rarity, I really enjoyed being with you. I wasn't sure how I was going to talk to anyone again, but you helped."
>She just smiles back.
>"You're welcome, Darling."
>You tie your laces, hand on the door handle.
>"So... see you on Monday, then?"
>You think back to school.
"Yeah. Monday."
>...
>This is really awkward.
>You could cut the air tension with a play-doh knife.
>With her hands behind her back and her eyes looking out the window, Rarity lifts up her heels, tiptoeing up to your level.
>She blinks a couple times, never looking your way.
>Right then.
>You lower your head and plant a small kiss on her lips, pulling back after a second.
"Bye."
>You step through the door, waving one last time and closing it behind you.
>The cold condesnes your breath as soon as you're out, a chill running down your spine.
>Really have to get home and put on a new jacket.
>One without 18 holes per isquare inch.
>Stepping away from the carousel boutique, you cross the road and walk amongst the people.
>Now then.
>For the reason you came to Canterlot in the first place before getting stopped by Rarity.
"Hey, a pack of 20s, please."
>You got an I- nevermind."
>Probably looked at your face first and then at the fact you were about 3 times his size.
>"Here you go, £6.99."
"Thanks."
>You step out of the store, sparking your lighter and lighting up.
>Rarity would probably chastise the hell out of you if she knew about this, but what the hell.
>Ya' picked up more than a few hab habits being homeless.
>Before you put the lighter back into your pocket, you take a look at the scratched metallic surface.
>Thanks, Looney.
>This time it won't go their way.
>Walking the familiar but eerily different route back to your house, you look at the scenery and remember more peaceful days.

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>>26918437
>Relatively more peaceful.
>Once at the bottom of the hill leading up to your building, your heart starts to race wildly.
>Starting up into a jog, you whip the keys out of your pocket and open the door, running upstairs without taking off your shoes at the entrance.
>You're damn near hyperventilating at this point.
>Stopping with a loud stomp in front of your door, you reach your hand out to the knob.
>You're shaking like crazy.
>Grasping it tight and turning, you hear the door click open.
>It's unlocked.
>Stepping inside, you look at your bed.
>"... Anon?"
>You can barely choke back the tears.
"I'm home."

That's all for now. Can ya guess who's in Anon's flat?

Also, I didn't have time to respond to the post, but to the Anon who's been here since before the first revision.
Daaaaamn. I don't know what to say. Just that I'm really grateful that you're still here, reading the shit I put out. Sorry for being a sporadic cunt when it comes to update times, and I hope you stick around a while longer.
God, reading that first story now really makes me feel gross inside.

>>26918506
>God, reading that first story now really makes me feel gross inside.
Made me kek for some reason

>>26914758
And I'm back. Time for some flashbacks and still no real AnonxDash stuff!

Trust me, it's eventually going somewhere

>Lunchtime
>You're not on school premises, being in the cafeteria at the same time would be fucking stupid
>You don't really need to eat anyway
>Someone sits next to you on the bench
>”So the girls are mighty pissed off at you.”
“Sup Anon, how are you? Oh not bad Flash, same old same old.”
>”What did you do?”
>You sigh. This is like the third time...
“I did what I had to do.”
>”Fuck it. Look, Anon, do you enjoy being an absolute A'hole to everyone you meet?”
“Flash. I like to be alone.”
>Flash sighs.
>”Fucking hell anon... Just... Fuck it.”
>Flash is getting his wallet out.
“What are you doing.”
>He hands you $200 dollars
>”Sorted things out with my parents. I'm going to grab things for your house and go home. Thanks for having me.”
>And with that, he leaves the bench, and you, alone.

>You're laying in bed. It's six o'clock
>You've got some music playing in your headphones
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NOabk7Lt2E
>Other than that, the house is dead silent.
>Nothing
>You are completely alone in your house, just the way you like it
>You slowly swing your legs out of bed and down the stairs.
>Free to do whatever you want.
>You grab a cigarette and light it
>You can drink and no one will be there to stop you
>Or help you
>You can play loud music on the drums for as late as you want, fuck the neighbours
>No one will be playing guitar or singing with you
>You can watch TV until the sun rises
>And no one will laugh along

>>26918879

>You can lie in bed and just stare at the ceiling
>You make yourself a cup of coffee.
>You aren't hungry enough for actual food, and cooking with one arm is difficult
>So you just stand there, leaning against a work surface, alternating between smoking and coffee
>This is the life.
>This is what you want. Peace, quiet and Vice.

>Be Anon
>Aged 6
>Total hours on a plane: 9.5
>Mood: Tired
>Scared
>Lonely.
>You've travelled all the way from England to America, leaving behind extended family, friends and familiar locales
>So whilst mum and dad unpack, you're sat in the grass on your new front garden
>You didn't have a garden in London.
>This is new

>And this little cul de-sac sucks
>You're completely alone
>”Sup new guy.”
>A girly voice trying to sound tough shakes you from your thoughts
“Huh?”
>”So your the new guy huh?”
>The girl with rainbow coloured hair just plonks down right next to you
“Yeah. Just moved here from England.”
>”Weren't those the guys that tried to invade us once?”
>I think that's half right. Never covered American history in reception
“Probably.”
>”Cool. I'm Rainbow Dash. What's your name?”
“Anon.”

>>26918888
Noice, quads

>Be Anon
>Aged 8
“I'm telling you, you can't keep running away from home ever time your parents find out you got in trouble at school.”
>”Shut up. They aren't the boss of me.”
>You roll your eyes, checking the tent is properly set up
>You had nothing else to do this weekend, may as well spend it camping for the one day until Dash realises she's made a mistake
>Again
“Squirt, you ever think that maybe you should stop trying to beat so many boys up? It really sucks to be beaten up by a girl.”
>”Pfft. You would know.”
”One time Squirt. Look, I'm in the year above you, I can't look out for you all the time. Why did you start punching Norman anyway?”
>She looks away from you
>”He... He said you were a faggot.”
>You roll your eyes
“Because of the accent right? How does he even know what a faggot is?”
>She nods
“Squirt, I can fight my own fights. I've got two fists for a reason. You... I'm not ungrateful or anything, but I couldn't care less what a guy a year younger than me thinks.”
>Dash seems to be unhappy
“Right, except you Squirt. Your opinion will always matter.”
>She smiles
>You smile back
“So what food did you swipe this time?”

>Be Anon.
>Be thirteen
>Hospital sucks.
>It's cold, it's smells weird, usually someone is screaming in pain a few doors down, you're wired up to all these machines
>And you're now missing an arm
>Your right arm too. Your dominant arm
>At least you have a visitor

>It's the first time Squirt has seen you since it happened
>She looks absolutely depressed even as she walks through the door. She's obviously been crying
>Luckily your bed is facing so that your right arm is towards the window, not the door.

>>26918902

“Hey Squirt.”
>You try to sound cheerful.
>”Hey Anon.”
>God she sounds miserable.
>And she's just standing there
“Wanna sit down.”
>You point to the chair next to the bed, turning your body as you do so
>She gasps.
>Oh. She saw it huh.
“Dash. Sit down.”
>You never call her Dash. This is serious.
>She eventually does so
“So. How's everyone.”
>She's clearly holding back tears
>”fine. AJ and Big Mac wish you well.”
“Good. Good.”
>”And um... And um. Mum and Dad said you can come round to dinner once you're out the hospital.”
>You close your eyes and lean back into the bed
“Good. Thank them for me.”
>She bursts into tears
>Oh god. You can't handle crying girls.
>Squirt never cries.
>You lean out of bed, ripping off some monitor thing attached to your chest as you do so.
>And place one arm round her, placing your head on her shoulder
>She wraps both arms around you, still bawling her eyes out
>you stay like that for a few seconds when a nurse runs in, clearly you ripped off some telemetry thing
>You shake your head at the nurse, still one arm round Rainbow
>The nurse walks out as you whisper into Dash's ear
“It wasn't your fault Dash. Don't... Don't ever think it was your fault.”

>Be Anon
>Be Eighteen years old
>Clutching a mug of Coffee in a death grip, a dying cigarette in your mouth
>Alone

>You place the coffee on the worktop and run a hand down your face
“What have I done?”

>You're on your seventh shot of Vodka
>Three bottles of beer down
>You might be slightly tipsy
>And fucking tired
>Your head is on the table
>Unwilling to even move

>>26918913

>You wanted this. You want to drink and smoke your way to an early grave, and hurt no one when you go
>Sure, you're parent's will be obligated to care
>But as long as no one else worried, or minded, it was all right
>You had just been sleepwalking your way through life anyway.
>Hell, maybe you should take the fast route out
>Parent's aren't in town, you've said goodbye and burnt bridges with your oldest friend
>Can't be too hard

>A song comes on from your phone
>You thought you had taken off your earphones at some point, or maybe your internal conversation you were having with yourself was too loud to hear other songs
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufoHY2Ja7No
>You raise your head from the table
>You've been looking at this whole situation wrong
>It's not about being alone
>It's not about trying not to hurt people
>It's about trying to make them happy
>To not depress them with your life, with your existence
>But... you matter to people
>You've pushed and pushed them away, but some part of you can't let them go

>You've got to set things right.
>You've hurt your oldest friend, and pushed aside new ones
>No more

>A half planned, half awful idea forms in your head
>You've got two days
>You reach for your phone, tearing out the ear buds
>And hope to god that number is still there
>6:34-Monday 30th April
>You smile

>>26918942
Reading that in time with the music was coolio

>>26918958
Yeah, I figured I wanted the ultimate "moment of epiphany" song

>>26918971
It worked m8

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>>26916828
>HE'S FINALLY OFF THE BOAT OUT OF RARA'S HOUSE

>>26918506
>Inb4 he forgets his socks and has to go back to Rarities shop

>>26918942

>”Canterlot High reception. If you wish to...”
>#1
>”For student absen...”
>#1
>”Please record your reason for absence after the tone.”
>You here a beep and begin to speak
“Hey. I've forgotten I've got a psych appointment this morning, and I'm afraid without my parents in town I wouldn't get back to School till at least 2:00. I'm afraid I'm going to need to take the whole day off. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
>You immediately end the call.
>Time to get to work

>You've never planned a party before.
>First things first. Alcohol
>Garage wouldn't have enough, and you need somewhere you can buy in large quantity.
>Usually it'd be tough to carry that amount, especially with one arm
>Luckily, you've got back up.
>”I can't believe you dragged me from School to help you buy alcohol.”
>You roll your eyes as you enter Flash's car
“What excuse did you give?”
>”Dead Grandma. Luckily she died before I was born and I'll never have to use it twice,”
>As Flash gets the car started, you turn to him.
“Flash. Thanks buddy. For doing this.”
>Flash turns to you.
>”What are friends for?”

>>26919429
>Enough Vodka to sink a Russian battleship
>Enough cheap beer to start a frat
>Enough wine for... Like four bottles, you didn't think you'd need much
>Thank god everyone is super fucking lazy about asking for ID from a one armed man
>And that no one wonders “How did he drive here?”
>You clamber into Flash's car as he starts the engine
>”So where next.”
”Music store. We still got $40 left and I haven't got a good sound system at home.”
>He nodded, and we drove away

>”That'll be $75.99
>So that's a iPhone enabled speaker, a cheap stereo and a bunch of CD's
>Could be worse
>You withdraw your debit card
>”You sure bro?”
>You nod. This would be worth it
>You type your PIN and walk out with the goods.

>Last stop
>Spend the remaining Forty Dollars on as much food as you can
>”So I was thinking the Phantom Pains could play at your party.”
>You're practically on auto pilot at this point
“Sure.”
>”You do realise you're part of the band now right?”
“I'll play one or two songs.”
>”I can bring amps and such.”
“Whatever.”
>”Something on your mind?”
>You remember what you had forgotton.
“Yes. Shit.”
>Dash's birthday present
“Take my keys. Chuck everything in the van inside, I'll sort it out later. Leave the keys under the mat.”
>”Where are you going.”
>You begin to take off in a sprint
“Haven't a fucking clue!”

>>26919450


>What in the hell would be a good present for Dash?
>Socks? Video Games?
>Out of the question
>Bollocks
>You haven't had to think about birthday gifts in years
>Usually you gave Dash the unopened Video Games you got from the one aunt who forgets you can't play them
>And that won't cut it

>Something takes your eye as you walk down the high street
>“Just... Promise me you'll buy her something nice.”
>Oh yeah. Something to remember you by
>You walk into the shop

>You awake with a start.
>What? That took you all night?
>You peel your face from what you were working on to check your watch
>7:00
>You smile
>Right on time
>Once again, it takes 45 minutes to get washed and dressed, as well as shave
>You're phone rings as you make your way out of the house
>”Yo. Dude, you didn't pick up last night.”
”Yeah sorry, I was busy working on something. Thanks for dropping all that stuff at my house.”
>”You need a hand setting up after school?”
“Thanks, That'd be appreciated mate.”
>”So, invitations have been texted. I've sent literally every student in the year the text. BYOB, as you said.”
“Good good. And the girls?”
>”that may take a little more work. I've told them quiet last minute party at mine.”
“You got a car large enough to take all seven of you?”
>”I can borrow my dad's jeep, so long as I bring it back before I start drinking.”
“Good plan. Okay, so I've got to lie low today.”
>”Yeah man, don't want the girls knowing what's going on too early.”

>>26919469

>Well that went bad.
>After first period, the plan of lying low fell apart
>Mainly because a certain blue and rainbow blur threw you into an empty classroom
>This is the last will and testament of Anon
>You leave everything you own to...

“Hello.”
>Great opening Anon
>”Hello? That's what you have to say to me.”
“Dash, I've skipped... Nine classes this week, I can't afford to skip...”
>”What the fuck is wrong with you!”
>Missing arm, Lingering PTSD, Depression, the fact you're a massive bastard
>You vaguely remember making that joke before
>”Why weren't you in school yesterday?”
>Now that was an unexpected question
>You think that at least deserves a half truth
>Let on too much and you ruin the surprise
>Too little and you leave your friendship in it's current #fuckingRekt state
“I was... Sorting some stuff out. I'm... Dash.”
>You touch her arm and she flinches
“I'm sorry. I really really am. I... I've not been a good friend. I tried to push you away under the guise of helping you, when really all I was doing was feeding my own self loathing and ego.”
>You sniff
“I've... Dash. Do you remember five years ago?”
>Dash looks puzzled as well as incredibly angry
>”What about it? You going to guilt trip me into not thinking you're the biggest asshole since Genghis Khan?”
>Someone's been doing their history homework
“Five years ago, in that hospital bed, I was terrified. I had no idea how I would live without my arm. I was terrified I'd never have a normal life. That I'd be reliant on other people until the day I die.”
>You sniff again
“I'd never be able to drive, or do a normal job as well as a able bodied person. I thought school would be impossible. I'll never play sports again. I'll never just go on a bike ride with my best friend.”
>Dash looks curious at what you're going to say.

>>26919495


“I was so terrified of relying on other people... On you and my family, on my friends, that I pushed them all away. I was so eager to prove I could stand on my own I forgot that people don't always need to.”
>You smile sadly.
“I forgot... To be me. I became this mask of self reliance and general “Leave me alone, I can take care of myself” that I forgot that I love hanging around with people. I enjoy being friends with people. Talking about... inane crap, just enjoying people's company.”
>You hug yourself with your left arm
“I..I'm sorry Dash. I'm sorry that I thought that you weren't a strong enough person to help me. That I was too stupid to realise I needed help.”
>You turn away.
“this probably isn't enough, but... If 12 years of friendship, no matter how crap a friend I was, ended how it did two days ago, I'd never forgive myself.”
>you begin to walk away from her
>An hand cluthces you by the shoulder
>You're spun around and land face first into her lips
>For one brief moment you are horrible confused
>The kiss ends shortly after you actually work out what's going on
>She runs out of the classroom


“What the fuck just happened?”

>>26913881
I think he is kill, man

still hoping

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>>26919505

Alex, did you really snap during the past few days?
I think I remember you mentioned being mentally/emotionally unstable in real life on your Time After Time thread. And that thread died a while ago, and now I'm seriously worried about you now that I heard you went off the deep end or something.
Is it true that it has something to do with thread 189's OP image?

>>26919505
Noice, can't wait 'til the next part.

>>26917651
Try harder

>>26921068
I did my best with what I had

>>26920906
There isn't a next part.

>>26921289
LIQUID!

>>26906534
A BULLSHIT

>>26921306
Wait... Is that the end?

>>26921512
>Shit tonne of stuff mentioning a party
>Fuck all actual romance has happened

Not yet

I am getting some sleep though

>>26918506
Where is the full pastebin for the story, I only have bits and pieces?

>>26911708
>Her amorousness can literally be felt radiating from her now. You start to shake again, but Twilight wraps her arm around you and brings you into an embrace. And you stop shaking once more.
>”Alan…” Twilight whispers as you feel her hand moving… downward.
>You wait patiently.
>…
>In the trees behind the beach, a young man searches the ground. He’s need a metal detector to find it if he hadn’t buried it so sloppily. All he has to do is look for a mound of dirt.
>Too bad there are so many bushes and other shrubbery covering the ground.
>Distracted from his exploration, he hears people talking in the direction of the waves. It sounds like there are two of them; one is a guy and one is a girl.
>He heads in the direction of the voices.
>”It was a joke!” The male voice says. “I just aid that because…we’re in the same chair and everything.”
>”Well… I didn’t exactly mean that in a bad way…” The female voice replies after a giggle. “It’s just… you kinda rushed there.”
>The young man takes a detour from his hunt and notices that these two people are sitting in the same chair, naked. He narrows his eyes in imminent annoyance.
>He thought he could be completely sure this wouldn’t happen.
>The young man has to lighten his footfalls as the wind dies down if he doesn’t want to be heard. But he just keeps walking, not caring in the slightest bit.
“Wait… do you mean…” The guy next to the purple girl somehow doesn’t hear the approaching footsteps.
>Literally neither of them can hear this man approaching, while they really should. Perhaps they’re just too caught up in their little moment to take notice of anything except for eachother.
>Pity, because this young man is about to change that.

>>26922298
>”Hey!” The scavenger shouts in a deep voice, startling the two. “What are you two doing? You have to wear clothes here!”
>An awkward pause goes by as the two in the chair exchange glances.
>Now shocked, the purple loudly gasps and springs up from her seat. “Alan! What the fuck! How could you?”
>”I…I-I…” The guy named Alan stutters.
>She slaps Alan across the face before he can utter another word. The girl then picks up her bathing suit, puts it back on and walks away from the chair.
>”Sorry.” She apologizes to the scavenger with a bright red face as she passes him.
>Alan slips back into his swimming trunks with a look of distress on his face. The scavenger approaches him with clenched fists, but does not raise them.
>”D-dude… we were just…” Alan tries to think of an excuse, huddling forward like a gorilla for obvious reasons.
>”This is a public beach.” The deep voiced man explains.
>Defeated, Alan lets out a forlorn sigh. “Well… then if… uh, I… oh god damn it.” He takes off running while he keeps his back hunched. “Twilight, wait! I didn’t know either!”
>Alan disappears into the trees as the scavenger silently laughs to himself. After he is sure that the two from the chair are completely gone, he heads back into the trees.
>”This is our conference room.” He calls back to the beach behind him. No one is there to hear him.
>The man then remembers exactly where he should have been looking all this time. He follows a specific path in the cluster of trees and eventually ends up in a deserted oasis. The middle pond is small, and has a couple of rocks on one side.
>He stands next to the rocks and heads directly away from the pond from there. And sure enough, there’s the mound of dirt he knows he’s the one who made.

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>>26922310
>The leaf covered sand crunches under his feet as he approaches the mound and begins to dig a little crevice into its side. So far, it doesn’t look like the wind blew much of the top of the soil off; a good omen that his secret is safe.
>The scavenger finally reached a hard, smooth and flat surface. He starts to further uncover what he reached until it’s easy to see the letters. He just wants to read one of the signs again, out of pure giddiness regarding his ruse.
>[Clothing Optional] The partially exposed sign reads as the scavenger holds the dirt away from covering it up. He laughs to himself quietly as he mentally recites what the sign says after checking on the mound of dirt for the third time this week.
>He re-covers the sign and then adds more dirt to the mound, just in case. Don’t want anyone finding this.
>The guy then heads back to the beach where the line of chairs still sits. He chooses the one on the far right end, opposite of where the other two were sitting before.
>”This is our conference room.” He leans back and pulls a plastic jug of chocolate milk out of his backpack, unscrews the lid and starts sipping it through a silly straw.
>He drowns out the world from his perspective after pulling out a pair of headphones next.

Part 2: the redemption coming soon.


Sorry about my… relative… absence. I’ve been pseudo drawing for the past however long it’s been, and it’s been taking up a lot of time. I’ll be less busy and go back to what I want to do after I get some sleep so I’m well rested enough to type as much green as I can.

>>26921533
Thank god I was doing worried... There arent too many good Dash stories, and this is really good...

>>26922360
Do you hate sex scenes?

>>26920022
He's been writing a metric shit ton of green. I'd give him time to get back to that story. In the meantime I recommend reading the zombie green.

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>>26922360
The fuck.

>>26913333
When life gives you numbers, make posts with stale Christian Bale images.

>>26906534
a animal carcass

Guess Pheno is well and truly kill, huh?

Sonuvabitch, I loved that fic...

>>26924104
He'll be back sooner or later.

>>26923801
>no images posted

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>>26924104
Not dead, just lazy.
Ish.
I'm actually just writing out a bunch beforehand instead of posting as I type. Sitting on about 6000 words of a projected 12000 words for the dump.

Just to remind you, though, my projections are always wrong. Ah, well, back to it I guess.

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i just took a yuge shit and I'm ready for more green. Preferably Lewd. Also I have green incoming.

>>26925020
I'm looking forward to it.

>>26919505

>Oh shit
>Oh crap
>That's not good.
>That...That complicates things
>You run a hand down your face as you lean against a desk

>Be Rainbow Dash
>Be in the girls toilet, punching the mirror
“What the hell did I do that for!”
>You've just made the worst mistake of your life
>Anon finally opens up to you, finally admits he needs friends, that he still sees you as just a friend
>After everything he's said and done, you still love the mopy bastard

>It was just before the accident
>He was in the grade above you at the time, after the incident he was held back a year
>Despite the difference in age, you two were still best friends
>The two of you were sat in his front garden, just eating ice cream in the summer sun
“You remember the first day we meet?”
>Anon rolls his eyes, like the snarky bastard he is
>”Course. I had literally just moved into this house.”
>He runs a hand through his hair
>”I was... I never told you, but I didn't actually have that many friends as a young kid.”
>You smile
“You don't have many friends now.”
>He grins in return
>”Witty as always Squirt.”
>God you hate that name
>Sometimes you wonder if he sees you as just the kid sister he doesn't have
>I mean, he usually doesn't treat you any different from his male friends in his year
>But... That's what you want right?
“You ever think about the future?”
>He turns to you, a quizzical expression on his face, before turning back to the road.
>”Sure. I just don't know what I want to do with my life yet.”
>He turns back to you
>”What about you Squirt? Any ideas in that young head of yours.”
>You honestly think this over for a few seconds
>You never gave it much thought. You sort of just hoped things would stay the way they were forever
>”I don't know. I just hope yo... My friends are there with me.”
>He smiles, and wraps his arms around you
>”I'd never leave you Squirt. You're too much fun.”
>Your cheeks glow red
>You smile back

>>26925469
>Be Rainbow Dash
>Be Fifteen
>A drunk sixteen year old Anon is lying in your front garden
“What the hell are you doing?”
>”Can't get in my house.”
>God, he's slurring his words so badly
“How much did you have to drink?”
>he moves his arm off the ground to symbol something, before dropping his arm to the floor
>”Enough.”
“Enough?”
>”People ever tell you your pretty Dash?”
>What?
>Your checks begin to heat up
“You're drunk Anon.”
>”Doesn't detract from... the truth y'know? All anyone seems to go on about is your sports accomplishments.”
>He rolls onto his side so he's looking at you
>”But... You're a good looking girl Squirt. You should find somebody that appreciates you.”
>You look away to hide your blush
>Fuck it, he won't remember any of this tomorrow
>”Sorry... I mean, I shouldn't make fun of the fact you can't seem to get a guy.”
>You're mood immediately turns angry
“I'm not the one sat hear drunk of his ass without...”
>”I don't get it though. Surely someone has to bite the bullet and ask you? Right? They can't be all scared of you.”
>You aren't sure if you should be really insulted for that one
“People ask Anon. I'm just not interested.”
>A cheeky grin spreads across his face

>>26925475
>”Into girls huh? Nice.”
>You slap him
>”Ahaha. Yeah I deserved that.”
>Why is he only nice when he's drunk?
“It's not that. It's just... The right guy hasn't asked.”
>Anon's face lights up
>”So there is a guy? Knew you had it in you Squirt. Who is? Come on, I won't remember. Do I know him?”
>God damn Anon, why are you so stupid
“I don't know if you really know them anymore.”
>”Well that's vague? So an old friend huh?.... Is it Big mac?”
>You smile softly
>”No, it isn't big mac.”
>He looks annoyed
>”Thought I solved it. Damn.”
>He stares into space for a bit
>You decide to lie in the grass next to him
>”Whoever it is, don't wait too long. Guy's can be pretty stupid about that kind of thing.”
>Yeah no shit Anon.
“Thanks for the advice.”
>He focuses really hard on a random spot in the sky
>”One of us better find happiness.”
>You barely hear him, but it cuts you all the same

>>26925482
>Be Anon
>Bell has just gone for Lunch
>Apple Jack shares English with you
>Which is kind of Ironic in a weird way
>Checking to make sure the coast is clear, you grab her arm
>”Hey!... anon? What are you doing.”
>You let go of her arm and place a finger against your lips
“We need to talk.”

>The two of you walk until you're on your favourite bench outside of school
>You fall onto, still somewhat in shock
>”Err...Sugarcube? Y'allright?”
“Dash just kissed me.”
>AJ's eyes widen
>”Gosh darn it not now.”
>You look at her quizzically
>She rolls her eyes and sits down next to you
>”So...”
“All right. There I was, spilling my heart out...”
>AJ almost does a spit take
>”You? Spilling your heart out?”
>You sigh
“She deserves the truth.”
>Aj collects herself
>”What'd you say.”
>You scratch the back of your head awkwardly
”That I... I need people. That I don't want to be alone. That I needed... her.”
>”That... Might explain tha' kiss.”
>You rub your hand down your face
“Only if she had feelings for me. I destroyed our friendship on... why are you looking at me like that?”
>”Oh boy. Anon, it's time you learnt about the birds and the bees.”
“Jack, I know what sex is.”
>”You see, when a girl and a boy...”
“Please stop. Is that what you tell Applebloom?”
>AJ cracks a smile
>”Anon, Dash has fancied you since she were about 12.”
>It's your turn to do a spit take
“What the hell?”
>AJ rolls her eyes
>”Oh. I'm too tomboyish to admit I have girly feelings for my best friend.”
>Man AJ's falsetto is good
>”Egh... I'm too manly and depressed and deep to look past myself for five seconds and realize a girl clearly loves me.”
>Her impression of me could use some work though

>>26925490
“Dash... Dash isn't some blushing shy girl. If she fancied me she'd...”
>”Howdy! Do you not think it's scary to ask your depressed best friend if he wants to date you? What if he sinks into depression? What if he needs a friend more then a lover? Plus, you know, Dash's phobia of failure mixed in with her overall guilt complex surrounding you.”
>Man, AJ should look into becoming a psychologist
“Let's say I believe you. Let's say Dash fancied me. Why the hell?”
>AJ groans and clutches her head in both her hands
>”Gosh darnit why do I hang around with you idiots.”
>”Gee I don't know, maybe because you were her first friend. Maybe because no matter what you always try to put others before you, even if it is to feed your weird self loathing. Maybe it's because you're not that bad looking.”
“I've got one arm Jack.”
>”Oh I hadn't even got there yet. Maybe it's because your older then her by a little and that's attractive. Maybe because you've got that whole tortured damage soul crap people like Rarity read about in their romance novels.”
>Sure. Just Rarity. Better hide my copy “Love in a time of Tuberculous” before the party tonight.
>”Or perhaps, and this is just a guess, that maybe it might have something to do with tha' fact that you'd RISK LOSING YOUR FUCKING ARM TO SAVE HER!”

>Oh shit
>That... Might explain a lot
“Umm... I see you've put a lot of thought into this.”
>”I've tried to set her up with other guys. Hell, we got all this information out of her at a slumber party like... A year or two ago.”
>You grip your head in your hands
“Fuck me I'm stupid.”
>”Glad you're finally admitting it.”
>You slightly slap AJ in the back of the head as you sit up in the chair
>”So. What do you think?”
>huh
“huh?”
>”What do you think about Rainbow Dash?”
>Well.
>How do you answer a question like that?

Stay safe out there folks
Oh, and I hope you're enjoying this. Thank god for holiday time

>>26925500
It's fucking good shit m8, loving it

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>>26925500
Checked.

And I am enjoying this story.
Hard.
Like, I am really liking this story.
Keep up the great work, Senor Phantom.

>>26925500
Typical question I know but still feel the need to ask, any comfy lewd at the end of this ride?

Ekan Monev's school of hard cucks

>>26925799
Leman pls

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>>26921869
This is the entirety of tOUCC:
http://pastebin.com/YJqY9CE4
The reason you may think it's in bits and pieces is because I jump from one persons perspective into anothers rather quickly.
This is just to show what each person is doing in Anon's abscence.
If you're wondering about the plot, you wouldn't grasp it all if you hadn't read this behemoth.
http://pastebin.com/JXXAjK8z
NtCH: re is the original. tOUCC is the sequel.

>>26925500
>8/10 music selection
>Non beta anon who isn't wish fufillment
>Broship
>Funny
>Finally getting to actual comfy romance

Geez, this gon be gud

>>26925974
No I can read it fine, I just got different chunks of the story not the complete one. or a list of the whole story.

Hey what the fuck.


Fuck off faggots. You were banned.

leman is better than 12 fuck 12

>>26926263
No U

>>26926900
nice dubs

>>26927144
Nice dubs

>>26927163
Nice singles

>>26927309
Check this Update. Btw shit will be weird for a bit

>>26925500

>You open your eyes
>You were sleeping on... a metal grate?
>As you use both hands to push yourself onto your feet, you try to work out were you are
>”Anon?”
>You look ahead to notice Rainbow dash
“Dash? Where are we?”
>You take a better look around
>Concrete walls, abandoned pieces of machinery rusting away. If you didn't know any better you'd guess it was...
>Your eyes open wide
>Oh no
>Not here
>You breath quicken
>You place your head in your hands.

>You aren't here
>You can't be here
>”Anon? What the hell is that?”
>You remove your head from your hands to see Rainbow pointing at something behind you
>Slowly, you turn around
>A hulking great humanoid beast, black as night, with one misshapen arm, leaking smoke stands behind you
>It's red eyes settle on you
>You're in a dream. Nothing can hurt you
“Run!”
>You run, grabbing Dash's hand as you do so, running along the catwalk, just to get away from the beast

>You pass through a door, only to find more catwalk in front of you
>Risking it, you take a glance at the beast
>It's gaining on you
>You sprint, Dash keeping up with you easily
>Despite her being faster then you, she isn't letting go

>You hear a scream of pressure being relieved from metal
>Something grabs your right hand
>You here the creak and snap of metal beneath your feet
>Your stomach sinks as you fall though the air


>You stop after only a few feet
>You look up to see rainbow, holding on to your left hand for dear life
>You look below, to the empty abyss, and the black monster holding onto your right
>It looks into your eyes, with a burning hatred
>A familiar hatred
>Your hatred
>”I can't... hold on much longer!”
>You try to shake the monster off your hand, try desperately to make it let go of your arm
>You know it won't let go.

>>26927374
Fug forgot name


>You have a choice.
>Either Dash let's go, saving herself
>Or
>Your turn to the beast.
>It stares into your eyes
>You know what is there
>Lonely. Vice. A familiar, dull pain
>You look into Dash's eyes
>You don't know what lies in them
>It could be anything

“Dash.”
>She stops struggling and looks into your eyes
“Don't let go.”
>You relax.
>The pain in your right arm is enormous
>It's just like that day
>Five years ago
>You look down
>Your right arm is crumbling to dust in front of your eyes
>The beast is desperately trying to hold on.
>But there is nothing there
>It falls, further and further into the black
>You look to where your right arm should be
>And there is nothing there
>You close your eyes and sigh
>When you open them, you look up and help Dash pull you from the edge of the hole
>You lay there, panting for a few seconds
>You turn to Dash

>>26927384
>You awaken with a start.
>God dammit, rest your eyes for one second and you start having...
>Was that a nightmare?
>You look at your watch
>4:30
>And smile.
>Time to prepare for this party

>Flash, Norman and Berry were busy helping you set up the band equipment on the “Stage.” Out in the garden
>”It is supposed to be good weather tonight right?”
>You nod
>”Thank god.”
>Flash looks at you and signals for you to head back inside the house with him.
>You nod, then shrug your shoulders at Norman, who shrugs back
>You make your way down the garden and meet Flash
“sup?”
>”You sure you don't want to come with to pick the girls up?”
>You smile a wry smile
“That's not for like, 2 hours. Trust me. I'm fine.”
>The two of you walk inside. Past the table outside filled with food and alcohol.
>Inside, in your sitting room and dining room, is one kickass sound system, and a clear space for a dance floor.
“My room locked?”
>Flash nods
>”Valuables hidden?”
>He nods again
>”Bought some spare buckets?”
>Flash laughs and nods
>”That's some forward thinking.”
>You smile.
>You reach for your pack of cigarettes in your shirt.
>You hold the box in your hand.
>You chuck it on the table and follow Flash into the hallway

>”Yo. You good”
>You get the meaning
“Yeah. I'm good.”
>Flash smiles
”So, remember the plan?”
>Flash rolls his eyes
>”Spend an hour there, offer to take the girls out to a restaurant, come here instead. Yeah I know.”
>You smile.
“Jack already knows about this, so she'll help.”
>Flash grins
>”Actually, I was talking to Jack after lunch.”
>You turn, trying to hide the surprise on your face
>”I'm glad you made the right choice.”
>You grin in response.
“So am I.”

>>26925500
>You grip your head in your hands
It's a fucking miracle.

>>26927395
>You're sat on the table, drinking a few beers with Berry Punch and Norman
>Quick glance at your watch
>8:05
>People are going to start arriving soon
>Flash left about twenty minutes ago
>”So I say to Flash “Cheeki Breeki iv nu damke!” And throw the baseball right at his stupid head.”
>You burst out laughing, as does Berry Punch
>The doorbell rings
>Berry tries to stand up, but you wave your arm as you get off the chair and make your way to the door.
>you open the door
”Yo, welcome to casa Anon.”
>”Dude, I didn't know you even ran parties.” Said a boy and a girl couple whom you had no idea who they were
”What can I say.”
>You shrug your shoulder
>”Whoa! That is a lot of alcohol!”
>You smile.
>Oh yes indeed

Fuck, just over 2313 characters with the next paragraph. sucks dick

>>26927397
Cheeky bugger
Good catch thou
>>26927407
>Currently you're talking to some girl named Trixie
>Apparently she's some kind of magician
>huh
>Third person is a little weird though
>”Trixie understands that 90% of all magic is in selling it to the audience. It doesn't matter how fast your hands are, how complex the trick, if you can't convince the audience to suspend disbelief for a moment, the illusion fades completely.”
>Well, she knows her stuff
“Most people I know learn a few card tricks then constantly flaunt them off to seem interesting.”
>You point to some guy in a fedora trying to show off a card trick right there in the garden
>”Absolutely. Trixie is a real magician though. Say, do you do anything... Dramatic?”
>You shrug your shoulder
“Well I do actually do Drama at school. Oh, and I joined a band like 3 days ago.”
>She seems rather surprised by this
>”Wow. What instrument do you play.”
>You finish off your Vodka and Coke
“Drums. We are actually playing here tonight.”
>”Drums. Wow. That must be difficult given...”
“The fact I'm tone deaf?”
>Your face has a cheesy grin plastered all over it
>She laughs
>”Ahah. Exactly Anon.”
>Someone shouts “BEER BONG!” and you almost visibly see Trixie's ears twitch
“Go ahead, I've got to make a call.”
>She shoots you a smile as she leaves, shouting something about how the great and powerful Trixie is the best at beer pong
>You check your Watch
>8:43
>You smile, telling people to arrive at seven did wonders for starting the party at eight

>>26927414
“Flash.”
>”Hold on girls. I've got to take this.”
>Flash is speaking away form the phone, and you can barely hear over the music at the party
>”Sup dude.”
“Party has started. The Phantom Pains need their singer.”
>”All right man. Remember, I've got to go back and change car.”
“I've got a table blocking a car parking space on the green out front. Me and Norman can move it before you arrive, and leave it there till you return.”
>”Good thinking man.”
“What else am I here for.”
>”All right bud. Shit, Twilight's wondering who I am talking to.”
>You grin.
“Be back by ten young man.”
>”Yes mum.”
>You can practically feel the sarcasm in his voice
“Later dude.”
>”bye mum.”
>That felt weird.
>You hang up the phone and make your way to the garden drinks table to pour yourself another Vodka and coke

>*1 new message*
>You duck out of a game of President in your front room to go read the message
>”Yo anon. Be there in five.”
>nodding to yourself, you go to grab Norman
>Eventually, after wading through the sea of people, you find him snogging Berry Punch
>Shit.
>You look around
>Shit on a dick

“Yo buddy. Pokey, you busy?”
>”Sup dude? One guy seemed kind of cute but I think he went outside to throw up or something”
>you grin. First one of the night
“Can I have a hand lifting something outside? Got to make way for a car.”
>”Sure man.”
>That's all a conversation needed to be
>The two of you once again swam through the sea of people to reach the front door.
”All right man. We just need to move that table, wait for a car to come and put it back.”
>”That's it? Darling, don't worry about. You go enjoy yourself in there.”
“You sure?”
>”Anon, I can take care of this.”
”Sall right. Once the car goes you can come back inside.”
>You nod your thanks and make your way back into the house
>As you do so, you hear a cheer, and some guy passes you a beer.

BTW, got to cook and shit. Cya later

>>26927425
Be quick write friend

>>26927561
If I do update again it will be in about three hours. But thanks for the support

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>>26927577
Czech 'em

>>26924114
They weren't my numbers.

Yo! suggest a classic rock song with a good rum beat.

Or just a classic rock song

>>26906534
a manure

>>26928933
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=35&v=Lo2qQmj0_h4

>>26929386
Done

>>26927425


“I mean... I can't think why not. Sometimes I wonder...”
>In the distance, past about thirty people, you hear a “Happy Birthday!”
>You check your phone.
“Sorry, Be right back.”
>*1 new Message*
>it read: “Yo, Girls are here. Surprised that I took them here, but kind of glad. Luckily they were dressed for a party. Be back in fifteen.”
>Right.
>you grab yet another Vodka and Coke.
>You're first priority is to find Norman and Berry.
>You make your way back inside the house
>You notice the dance floor, and the music playing:
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOf6HzYjLDQ
>Makes you feel like a real human bean

>You shimmy your way past dancing couples and that one guy pretending he was Russian.
>You see the two of them, drinking beer and chatting to...
>Oh crap.
>Rarity
>Well
>Bite the bullet
“Sup.”
>Rarity turns to you, checking you out for about half a a second before softly smiling
>”I must say Anon, I didn't think you had it in you to run a party as packed as this.”
>You smile in return, placing your arm over Norman's shoulder
“We haven't even started the live music yet. You two sober enough to play?”
>They both nod.
“All right, let's set up and tune. Flash will be here in about fifteen minutes.”
>The three of you begin to make your way back to the garden
>”Anon. A word please?”
>Crap.
“I'll be just a minute. Catch up in a bit.”
>You wipe the fake smile from your face, take a breath, and turn back to Rarity

>>26929970
“Sup.”
>”Sup.”
>Man, if that is how silly saying sup sounds with an English accent you are never saying it again
“So...”
>”So Rainbow seemed awfully flush today.”
>Gulp
”Really? Well she is turning Seventeen, it's a big day for her.”
>Rarity gives you the biggest “Really?” Look you've seen on a human being
>”Indeed. And Apple Jack joined us back at lunch after mysteriously disappearing and handed me $10. You wouldn't know anything about that?”
>Oh crap
“Haven't the foggiest.”
>Rarity expression hardens
>”If you hurt her. I will find you. And believe me, unlike Pinkie and Flutters I know and have the means to get rid of evidence.”
>Well
>That makes things simple
>You notice a spot of rainbow amid the sea of techni-colour hair
“All right. I understand. Trust me... I know what I'm doing.”
>You wink
>You haven't the fucking foggiest what you're doing
>You are just making this up as you go.

>A crowd begins to gather around you're impromptu outdoor stage as Flash walks on
>”What'd I miss?”
>Flash tapped his mic, testing it was working.
“Nothing really. We're ready when you are.”
>”Got the remote?”
>You place the drumstick carefully down on the drums and pull the remote out of your pocket.
>The CD player outside is muted as Flash begins to speak
>”Yo! Welcome to this kickass party!”
>A few cheers and “Whoop!” sound out from the crowd.
>”All right. First up, I'd like to thank the neighbours for picking a good day to stay the fuck out of town!”
>A few laughs and claps. All right. He can work a crowd.
>”Secondly, I'd like to thank our host for this evening, and our bands new drummer, Anon! For getting this party fucking started.”
>You stand up and wave to the crowd, before shooting Flash a lazy salute and sitting back down
>”Yeah that's right. One Arm Anon is our drummer. How fucking cool is that?”
>You here a “Pretty Rad!” and “Def Leppard did it first!” from the crowd.

>>26930015

>”All right. Let's cut this shit out and get to what you've been waiting for. We are “The Phantom Pains” and this is “Jukebox Hero.” By Foreigner.”
>Noice. A classic.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v9kW4A16es
>You bang out the slow beat of the drums
>You can do this.
>Sure, you've never properly played for a crowd.
>But hell, you're approaching the end of Tipsy state and beginning “Comfortably drunk.”
>So it don't matter
>None of this matters
>Godamn, these other guys are good.
>You're pretty mediocre, but you've only practised with these guys once, and you know. The one arm
>Norman can fucking rip up a guitar, and y'know, unlike you is a decent back up singer
>Berry can kick ass on bass
>And Flash, well.
>For a dude brah, he's got a set of lungs on him
>You join in for the chorus
“Jukebox hero!”

>After that, the songs kept on coming, the crowd got bigger, the sounds got louder
>At some point you had somehow removed the jacket you were wearing and got a headband tied around your head
>Not quite sure how you did that with one arm playing the drums and the other...Well, you know
>Halfway through https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw6_VXPwm6U
>You start thinking
>At the start of this week, you were moping about wondering if you should drink before or after school.
>You'd made an actual friend
>Joined a band
>Let go of some personal baggage
>Got drunk twice, thrice if you include right now
>Skipped a total of Ten lessons
>Skipped an entire day of school
>You notice a rainbow and blue shape jumping in the crowd
>You smile softly
>It wasn't over yet

Yeah fuck if I ever write someone "performing music" again

>>26930042
>”All right! How you doing Canterlot high!”
>A big cheer was Flash's response
>”Yeah! Let's not forget why we are all here today. Yo, Dash!”
>Flash pointed to her, and you noticed she seemed to shrink just a little
>She looked shocked and scanned the band
>Eventually, her eyes fell into yours
>”Happy birthday!”
>You mouthed happy birthday to her just after everyone else had got their cheers in
>she smiled and turned away
>All right. You know what you have to do once your set is over
>You looked at the hastily copy & pasted tabs
>Just one more song after this

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lo2qQmj0_h4
>You start the drums going
>you can do this
>You watch as the crowd nod their heads along
>Godamn, this feels good
>You stand up, continuing to play the drums
>You've just got past the first chorus
>Things are going well
>Flash motions for you to walk forward.
>Dude, Drums are actually needed in this song
>He keeps motioning
>He comes to you.
>”Aarh you!”
>You see where this is going
“You shook me all night long!”
>God damn, as much as you like your accent, you shouldn't sing
>The crowd don't seem to mind though
>Flash proceeds to go round the entire band, getting them to join in on the fun
>You look across the crowd of people joining in singing
>Damn, it feels good to be king

All right people, hope this does for now, hopefully see you in twelve hours, and hopefully I actually finish this thing tomorrow. Stay safe out there

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>>26926263
I woulden't say that, 12 is a much better writer because he has more experience then me. my best story only has like 70 hits on the fingerbang while his has like a 1,000. Even though 12 the guy might be a little edgy for my taste, 12 the writer is god tier,

>>26930073
I'm going to be sad when your story ends... I may be enjoying this too much... I love it

Fucking low quality bump m8

>>26906425
bump from 10

Just finished reading AlexanderGray's Time After Time (up to last update)

What in god's name am I reading!?

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>>26922360
~
>”Oh hey, there’s someone.” A distant female voice states.
>The man in the chair on the beach spins around to find two more girls holding hands walking in his direction, waving down. He automatically recognizes one of them as the purple girl from before. If those glasses is supposed to be some sort of disguise, it’s a pretty lazy one to be honest.
>But then the man notices that he hair is styled differently, and also remembers that the girl that just left was flustered and in tears. This one he’s seeing now is perfectly calm, and doesn’t seem to recognize him.
>Probably a twin or something, who cares?
>”Hey, do you work here? Or… near here?” The girl holding the new purple girl’s hand asks, playing with her red and yellow hair with her other hand.
>”Yeah. Why?” The man lies, hoping they don’t ask for an ID or anything.
>”Is this a…” She pauses before lowering her voice. “Clothing Optional beach? We didn’t see any signs, so we have no way of telling.”
>”Ooh, sorry. No, it isn’t.” The man lies again. “But hey, I think there’s one on like… the opposite side of the island.” He takes another sip of his chocolate milk and gets ready to turn on the music he wants to listen to.
>Might as well tune them out, he’s said his piece.
>”Hmm… really?” The purple girl takes a look in the direction of the far side of the island as the man nods his head. “Wow, thanks.”
>They leave, and the man in the chair clenches his fists in victory. “This is our conference room.” He proclaims once more.
>”Huh?”
>”Oh, uh, nothing.”
>The two walk off, and the beach is quiet and peaceful once more. The man in the chair turns on his music and turns the volume to its highest extent. Wondering if anyone else might come here next.
~

This is a preview of Fun in the Sun 2, and the gif is related to what could come next. You guys can let me know what you want to be written next; this is officially a full-blown CYOA now.
Also, more green for other stories coming really soon.

Damn character limits.
>>26933002
>What in god's name am I reading!?
In the words from Alex himself, a prolonged disaster that still somehow works.

>>26933069
Why am I so depressed? What's even happening?

And what the hell is up with the Winter Formal green from "NaOH"? What even is the plot?

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>>26933188
Anon was a social outcast because he'd moved to Canterlot High School to get away from his Hotline Miami-esque life and been blackmailed into photographing everyone's panties by being a slippery dick. He still made friends with a few guys and Divegrass Dash, but he got rejected by Shimmy Shimmy Ya when he asked her to the Winter Formal. Various stuff happens and he convinces most of the girls he's not a total piece of shit. Shim Sham Sand Dance regrets burning bridges with him and develops feelings for him and confesses to him on the night of the Winter Formal, then they get shot up like a couple of heroin syringes and Anon is informed that he screwed up the friendship of the most important people in the universe, so he's getting a second chance. He respawns and starts fixing up his life in Detrot shortly before moving to Canterlot again with the benefit of hindsight. A local gangster named Silver Fang and a major crime boss named Dark Blood are probably going to antagonize him eventually, but not yet. In the meantime he's trained Rarararara to defend herself and taught Rainbro that soccer is a team sport. Also, he gets them both wet as fuck.

>>26933578
Damn. Where has this place been all my life?

And if I were to import a green I was working on, would it be better to post a pastebin link and continue on, or start posting in its entirety?

>>26933965
Depends on how long it is

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>>26933578
>He's trained Rararararara to defend herself
with a name like that, her fighting style is very clear

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>>26934144
>using shittiest jojo

>>26934054
1700 lines give or take.

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>>26934167
>not getting the joke

>>26934186
Lines mean absolutely nothing. Word count is more important.

>>26934201
16.5k words, 75k characters

>>26934225
You're looking at around 40 posts.

Up to you if you want to post that much.

Still waiting for waid....

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Waid and NaOH...
You two dumb motherfuckers!

You two are good at writing, exelent to be exact.

Yet you don't write shit for days!!!

I need to get a life outside of fingerbang, cause I just keep getting disappointed time and time again, going to fingerbang on my phone, and seeing no update.

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>>26934733

>>26934225
Dude, may as well. Even in the unlikely case it's bad, it'll definitely keep the thread bumped

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>>26934225
Indeed.
Throw your words to us wolves.
We'll be gentle as we devour them, savoring the blood, sweat and tears. Maybe semen, too. Some writers put that into their work.

>>26933069
is there a new TaT thread?

>>26930073
Update peeps

>Finally it's over
>You spin the drumstick absent mindedly in your hand as Flash says his goodbye stuff
>Surprised he didn't get RD to join them up on stage
>You narrow your eyes
>Not sure you ever heard her sing actually

>You're brought out of your thinking by the last round of applause and Flash standing in front of you with a smile
>You stand up, still spinning that drumstick
“One second Flash.”
>You turn away from the house and chuck the drumstick into the crowd
“Let's go.”
>the two of you make your way off the stage as a bunch of people help bring the instruments, including your drum set, back into the house for you
>”Well I don't know about you, but I need a drink.”
>You almost can't believe what tumbles out of your mouth next
“Nah, I'm all right.”
>Flash looks at you like he's seen a ghost
>Or you've just told him he's adopted
>The two of you make your way back into the house, onto the makeshift dance floor
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDVW81bXo0s
>Flash immediately makes his way to the drinks table
>Holy shit
>Are we actually running low on Vodka?

“What the hell?”
>”I know man. We bought nearly $90 of the stuff.”
“How many people are there here again?”
>”Um.... I invited about 150 people at last minute yesterday. So... Probably about 90.”
>There are ninety people in your house
>Fucking perfect
>You realise what you have to do
>You begin the arduous process of putting on a jacket
>”Where are you going?”
“Grabbing more Vodka. Make sure the house doesn't burn down.”
>Flash smiles
>”No guarantees.”
>You grin back
>god you hope he's joking

>>26935406
>You finally once again reach the front door and have managed to get your jacket on
>Quick look at the time
>10:32
>All right.
>You notice it out the corner of your eye
>But ignore it.
>You open the door and walk out into the crisp night air
>For a moment you close your eyes, waiting for your headache to fade just a little.
>Then step forward and open them, walking down the cul-de-sac
>You know... this isn't half bad
>Sure, giving how much stuff is likely going to be destroyed come tomorrow morning, you'll never agree to host a party again
>But... Maybe you should start going to these things
>You've only got a few months left of Junior year
>It'll be time to properly think of the future
>you finally notice the running form towards you and smile softly
>”Where do you think you're going Anon? Skipping your own party.”
>Glad you had this jacket on
“It's not my party. It's yours Dash.”
>You slow down your walking pace so she can more easily catch up and walk beside you
>”Then are you skipping my party?”
>She sounds a little annoyed
>”Never dream of it.”

>>26935410
>That's how the two of you found yourselves sat at a bench outside the 24 hour garage.
>”So...”
“Happy birthday Dash.”
>She blushes a little
>”thanks Anon.”
>You smile softly back, then reach into your jacket
>To bring out a smallish book
>God that made this jacket uncomfortably to wear
“I promise you, it's not a video game.”
>You pass it to her
>”12 years?”
“We've been friends for twelve years. Luckily, I was able, over the course of about 10 hours, managed to scrounge up every polaroid and digital photo of the two of us I could find. And compile into that book.”
>You can see the tears welling in her eyes, and you have to wipe your own eyes
>Bloody sawdust
>She opens the page
>First thing on there, a photo taken from behind of you and Dash sitting on the curb the first day you moved there
>The two of you smile softly
>Next is an image of you and her having a water fight, and you losing very badly
>after that, an image of you, aged 8, her aged 7, hanging out in AppleJack's tree house with her and big mac

>She got onto one of the last photo's.
>It's the day you got out of hospital.
>You, Apple Jack, Big Mac and Rainbow are smiling at the camera.
>You look gaunt, weak. But happy.
>You've got your one arm around Rainbow Dash's shoulder, holding her close to fit all four of you in photo
>Shortly after that photo, you began to properly withdraw from human contact

>You leave her alone with the book for a bit as you make your way into the garage
>The nice Indian guy who is always there, even at 5 o'clock in the morning, is stood behind the till
>”Ah. One armed man? What you getting?”
>You dump two bottles of cheap vodka on the till with a grin
>He nods and scans
>You bring your wallet out of your pocket carefully
>”ID please.”
>You look up and immediately stare into his eyes
>His grim resolute expression soon turns to one of self satisfaction
>”Got you. That'd be $20.98
>You smile and hand over the money
>Fuck that was close

>>26935438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dX3k_QDnzHE&list=PLc3CfHN41gQhY54ODLJ-A06IfHcGAX3VZ&index=3
>You find your way back to the bench
>Rainbow is still reading through the book
>You're looking at photo's you only half remember existed
>Which, you suppose, is what you get for doing this at 3 in the morning.
>You sit down next to her
>Just as she's looking at a picture of you asleep in a chair in hospital, next to a sleeping Dash in the hospital bed
>Date of photo: February this year
>2 months ago

“It's been a hell of a journey.”
>”Twelve years.”
“Fourteen times you ran away from home. 4 broken bones between us. Five holidays together, been through two first days at school.”
>You can't help but noticed you've been an idiot and sat on her left
>”Eight times you've crashed at mine cause you were too drunk for your parents to see. 20 odd sleepovers between us.”
>You smile softly.
“I wouldn't have traded it for anything.”
>She can't help but glimpse at the missing arm closest to her
>You place your hand on the space between you two
“Anything. Not even that.”
>She places her hand on yours

“You know... I never got to reply.”
>”hrm?”
>her face is only slightly tinged with red
>You lean in
>She places her hands around your shoulders
>Your lips fall into hers

Hope that's enough for now. See you in like, six hours or so. Hopefully I finish this greentext today

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>>26935466

>>26935466
>"Not even for that"

Fug man,

Keep writing pls

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>>26935466
Can't wait man.

saving this from shitposting

>>26936812
It's a bit late for that, don't you think?

>>26936888
Shite, trips of truth

Can't contain the sheer faggotry of the front page

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guys, leman went over to /nn/. We lost a writer today.

>>26937693
Good.

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>>26937693
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK1JRtoBY3Y

>>26937693
Northern Nebraska?

>>26935466
Almost off La Phantoma's wild ride folks. Btw, broke the 16000 word barrier at this point

>Even by the time you get back to the house, the party shows no sign of actually dying down
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYrh5h9acg8
>Clearly Flash had gotten control of the fucking I-phone speakers
>you and Dash slide pass the increasing drunk teenagers and eventually reach the speaker
“Got a song you want on?
>you randomly swipe up and down on your own I-phone
>She smiles
>You smile and nod
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTidn2dBYbY
>You may not like the film as much as Dash does
>But god damn this song
>A nearby guy thanks you for changing the soung
>Fucking Flash. How did he out nerd you?

“Wanna dance?”
>Dash looks at you like you asked her to murder someone
>”I can't!”
>You grin and shrug your shoulder, taking a hold of her hand
“Neither can I”
>You drag her onto the impromptu dance floor.
>All right Anon. You have two left feet and one left arm.
>Heh, no part of you is right.
>Never say that pun aloud
>You just awkwardly shake your body in time to the music
>I mean, that's basically what everyone is doing.
>Except for Pokey, who is fucking ripping the dance floor up
>Sometimes you wish you had that kind of gay superpower

>Then you turn to the equally awkwardly dancing Rainbow Dash
>Eh, not worth the sacrifice
>You spin around
>You are still double left footed
>Before even moving past halfway you trip over your own feet and fall backwards
>Right into Rainbow Dash's arms
>You look up into her smirking face and grin
“I'm sure there's some “Falling for you” pun I could make here.”
>Dash laughs and pushes you back onto your feet
>You complete the spin, refacing her again

>Everyone is looking at you
>eh, I bet watching a one armed man dance is pretty funny
>You couldn't give less of a shit
>You don't even know their names
>Only one person's opinions matter
>And she's as fucking awful a dancer as you are

>>26940172
>The song changes to some drum and bass song
>Not a fan
“Wanna go outside?”
>Dash nods
>Anything to stop the two of you dancing.
>She takes your hand and guides you through the sea of people

>Eventually you reach the patio, where mostly it's smokers and a few people throwing up in a bush
>Fucking hell, this is why you brought extra buckets arseholes
>You're tempted to bum a cigarette off someone
>But It'll pass
>Dash notices something further up the garden and pulls you along with her
>Thank god this massive place is lit up
>Eventually she stops and you turn to look around to where she has dragged you
>Oh.
>It's her friends.
>What a surprise.

“Thought you guys were in the house?”
>”Twilight and Shy needed a breather, and down here shockingly doesn't have a bunch of couples making out.”
>Thank god. At least Applejack knows what's she's doing
>She then turns to the fact that Rainbow is still clutching your hand
>She looks at your face, and you raise a single eyebrow as if to say “Yeah? What?”
>”How's your guy's night been.”
>Rainbow is still clutching your hand
>None of the others have seemed to notice though, it is still fairly dark here
>”Well... Flash is a little more drunk then I am.”
>Heh. Poor Twi. I better warn him that she may be in a mood with him if he keeps drinking
“None of you drinking anymore?”
>”Nah. We don't want to go comatose like half the people here already.”
>You take a quick look down the garden, only now noticing the trial of sleeping bodies
>You're going to need a hose tomorrow morning
“Well. I guess there's still dancing?”
>Rarity speaks up
>”Do not get us wrong! This is a great party. Just we are not the type to 100% cut loose, unlike half the rapscallions here.”
“The night is young.”
>Rarity, quickly glances at Dash, then notices your hands, turns to you and grins
>You nod back

>>26940199
>You let go of Dash's hand and quickly shoot Flash a text
*Whatever you are doing, head to garden and pay Twilight attention. Argument otherwise.*
>It takes less then 16 seconds to get a reply
>”k bro.”
>Crisis averted.
>”So what did anon get you for your Birthday Dash?”
>Rarity turns to you briefly and shoots you a shit eating grin
“I'll be in the house if you need me.”
>”Don't get too drunk.”
>Dash smiles as she says this. Wonder why?
>As you make your way back to the house, you past Flash
>”Yo, thanks for the warning man.”
>He holds out his fist.
“Anytime.”
>You fist pump him back

>Be Rainbow Dash
>Oh shit.
>You've been asked “that question”
>How much do you admit
>Anon didn't seem shy about holding your hand in front of them
>But.. Then you'd be admitting that Rarity was right
“Um...”
>”Sup.”
>Thanks Flash
>”Where have you been?”
>”Helping out Norman throwing up in the bathroom. Anon is going to be pretty pissed when he finds him.”
>”Oh that's strange. We were just talking about Anon.”
>Rarity turns her predatory gaze back onto you.
>you gulp
>”Darling. What did he get you?”
>The entire group has turned to you. Even Flash seems interested in what you are about to say.
“Um...Well. He got me... A photo album.”
>Rarity's face drops.
>”A photo album.”
>Wow, you've never heard a more dry statement.
>”Yeah...Y'know.”
>Flash's eyes widen.
>”That's what he was working on all night! Oh that makes so much sense!”
>You turn to Flash surprised, as does the rest of the group.
>”Working on it... Wait, it's not just a empty photo album?”
>Wow. Anon's not that much of a ass... Well, okay, occasionally.
>You sigh and show the book to the group

>>26940207

>You open the first page, and right there is the photo of you and Anon with your back to the camera sat on the curb
>You can feel your cheeks reddening
>Twilight looks up at your face
>”Anon made this?”
>You sigh.
“It's photographic proof of the last twelve years we've known each other.”
>You flip to your favorite photo
>It's the one of the four of you, AJ, Big Mac, Anon and you just after he left the hospital post Amputation
“It was the first time he'd properly left the hospital, and he was still a bit shaky.”
>Jack smiles
>”Ah remember. He challenged Big mac to an arm wrestle since “For once in my life I can't cheat.”. Man, Anon's an asshole.”
>You laugh.
“Yes he is.”

>You can't help but notice Twilight is incredibly deep in thought.
“You all right Twi?”
>”None of the pattern of behavior I've seen of Anon would suggest he would do something like this. Especially not openly admit to being good friends with you.”
“Umm... what can I say? He's learnt his...”
>”And the fact that he did this so soon after he purposefully tried to tank your relationship? The fact that he went to all this trouble to set up this party? It all means something.”
>You vaguely remember Twilight wasn't here when you had that sleepover two years ago.
>Which meant unless one of the girls told her...
>”And the fact that you were so eager to forgive him for it? Something must've changed the dynamic between you two...”
>Oh crap
>She didn't know about the kiss earlier today either

>>26940217
“Egh... I kicked his ass, and he learnt that he was wrong.”
>Rarity is shooting you another shit eating grin as she crosses her arms.
>”No. That wouldn't explain the closeness, plus wouldn't match Flash's statement of “Wow, that's what he was working on all night.”.”
>You gulp
>”Man, you would not believe how much Norman can chunder.”
>Bad timing Anon
>He places his arm on your shoulder and joins in the circle.
>”What'd I miss.”
>Twilight's eyes widen to a size you're pretty sure isn't actually humanly possible
>”Oh...”
>Real subtle Twilight
>Your face heats up like a thousand suns.
>”Oh..... What?”

>Fluttershy stops sleeping standing up and opens her eyes.
>”Oh look. Anon and Rainbow are finally dating.”
>The high pitch squeee from Rarity really fucking hurts
>”Oh shit congrats man.”
>Why can't people be cool like Flash?
>Also, never ever think that again.
“Anon.”
>You make sure he's the only one that can hear you.
>”su... Damn, I mean, yeah?”
>Oh god this is awkward
“Wanna head inside?”
>He smiles

Ahaha!
Right, I won't be posting for like, two days, so last part on Sunday
Yeah really sorry about that.
Keep the thread bumped

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>>26937693
NoI didnt? I posted one story in there. Im not leaving fingerbang.

>>26937785
Well, ok then

>>26937807
What's amazing about this picture is that you took the time to go into microsoft paint and edit that picture. Did that take, what? 3 or 4 minutes of hard work?

>>26937925
Well, Can't argue against filthy frank

>>26938652
Normal Norman nigga. jeez.

>>26940714
Sorry, I usually just ignore /nnn/.

Needs more cuck stories

>>26940714
>I'm not leaving
Well it would be nice if you did

>>26940866
go find Ekans Monev. Man is the king of cucks.

Waid, I have a mighty need!

>>26912347
Hello rato, please come back.

>>26935363
I wish. I think we're waiting on "Grey" to come back.

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"Listen" update.
>>26933046
>You go about your teaching duties, starting to feel more and more like you had failed to reach out to Lemon Zest.
>The way she just walked away, the way she seemed completely unfazed by what you told her. It’s like you’re completely invisible to her because you’re a teacher, and she’s undoubtably a free spirit. Almost as though the things you tell her are made powerless by this.
>After the final bell rings, you stay at your desk and finish whatever paperwork you have left to do.
>The sound of the students clearing out of the hallways dies down, followed by a long period of silence. And you just can’t put it out of your mind.
>No matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to make an impact on this girl. This type of thing has never really bothered you this much before.
>Before you know it, you’re walking outside to your car.
>The peaceful air softly whistles around you.
>You drive home, starting to involuntarily contemplate life with each block you pass by. Your job that you just left, your house that you momentarily approach, your… life. This should have been what you wanted. It really should have been.
>Ever since you were a kid, the dream of being a teacher plagued your mind with every waking hour. And you basked in it, showing more enthusiasm for it than anything else you loved. It was your absolute passion.
>So why are you so unhappy?
>This is a rather stupid question, as it’s really hard to forget something that happened a few hours ago… Lemon Zest happened a few hours ago.
>For some reason, your job doesn’t mean half as much as it should to you if there’s always that one… that one student… whom you just cannot reach out to. The one who doesn’t listen to you.
>And listens to music instead.

I'm trying as hard as I can to post every single day. I really do want to, there are probably hundreds of thousands of words I could write for my stories, but so many things keep getting in the way. I'll try to reverse the burn-out process.

>>26942369
Alex, just tell us what happened.

>>26942582
Wait, did something happen with him? Can someone explain?

Surely waid will deliver...

>>26943805
We will wait.

>>26943805
Waid joins the ranks of writers like Pink Horse, Cetuximab, and Le Story Man.


Gone forever.

>>26944556
Guys waid was probably banned. A few writefriends have confirmed that they were banned before the scruffening 2: roleplay edition. We should have some faith or something. He might have actually died though.

>>26906425
bump

>>26945504
JEEEENKIINS!!!!

>>26942369
Don't you die on me

Bmp!

>>26934733
Can someone post Waid's pastbin? I cant find it on mine.

>>26906425
Requesting a green of this.
http://i.imgur.com/ZbrZ8hq.png

>>26945504
I come back to 4chan after months to find this... kek

>>26942369
>All the rest of the evening, you keep thinking about the things you could have done differently over the months to catch the girl’s attention. What you could have done to get her to open her heart to learning.
>The following night bears troubled sleep for you. You don’t remember what it was you dreamt, but you remember waking up coated in sweat.
>And you need to be well rested to deliver your lectures tomorrow.
>It’s a real pain in the neck trying to get the students to like you when you’re not having a good day. You don’t want to slowly end up like the other teachers who simply don’t care.
>…
>The ringing of your phone disturbs you at a so far unknown hour of the night.
>Force yourself to crawl out of bed and get to your nightstand to see who is calling you. The number can soon be recognized as the number of the Principal’s office.
>You didn’t make it to the phone on time; the ringing has already stopped by the time you see which number you just missed.
>Cinch is going to really start cracking down on you if you keep missing her calls like this.
>Take a glance over to the clock to see that it’s 5:27 in the morning. This would have been a lot more frustrating if Cinch hadn’t already developed a habit of calling you at times like these to get you to do something.
>She just left a message: [“Mr. Mous. I have gotten word of the incident you had with one of your students in your class. I am calling to inform you that it has being taken care of. Please see me first thing today before school hours.”]
>It’s no secret that she doesn’t care… at least in the right way. You’d like to say that having a little bit less apathy than most of the staff is a good omen.
>But it’s a different story when they ignore the fact that their employees have free time of their own when they don’t want to be bothered.

Wow, okay. Looks like my name/tripcode won't work. This isn't annoying at all.
Very funny April Fool's joke, admin. So funny I forgot to laugh.
>>26948548
>You decide to get ready for work early, as your boss might go a little bit easier on you this way. You’ve had your share of stern lectures from the Principal, the earlier of which had you sweating bullets and fearing for your job.
>Eat breakfast, shower and do everything else.
>The air outside is still cold and there is still dew on the grass as you walk by it. Maybe it would have been better if you slept a little bit more, maybe that’s just your fatigue talking.
>You imagine all of the things your principal boss is going to say to you this time as you drive closer to the school
>But you’ve grown numb to Cinch’s scolding now. And unlike the other teachers, you’ve still managed to keep your positive spirits up.
>And that’s something to be proud of… probably. It’s hard to tell what’s smiled upon in this system. But you’d rather not rant about it. Too bad you ended up doing so when you feared for a student’s education.
>It really sucks when you let the little things get the best of you.
>The side of Crystal Prep stands tall in the dawn light. The building somehow looks even bigger from a distance; given the lack of detail leaves your mind to imagine what it looks like up close. You’ve always liked to take a few peeks at it as you drive up to it, while making sure a portion of your attention is on the road as well.
>Pull into your parking space and head inside… Principal Cinch is already waiting for you outside of her office. She just stands there, staring at you like an Eagle over a mouse.
>”Oh good. You’re early.” She turns around to walk through the door. “Come. I have a few concerns I’d like to express.”
>She herds you into her office, marching as though she’s leading her own personal army. You both sit down on either side of her desk.
>Her strict stare keeps ahold of you from the other side of the desk.

>>26948572
>”It has come to my attention that Miss Lemon Zest is slipping on her academics.” Cinch begins. “And it shows in her grades.”
“Okay. I understand.”
>She leans forward. “And you do realize that a student’s performance reflects the quality of teaching from their instructor, does it not?”
“Of course.” You let her take as long as she wants to get to her obvious point so you can think of a strong rebuttal.
>”Well this leads me to wonder about a few certain things, Mr. Mous. And I do know that I… have already spoken to you about this before.”
“Yes. What would you like to ask?”
>”Roughly how many minutes do you spend on your lectures?” She asks the question right away.
“About from five minutes in to about two minutes before the end bell.”
>”Hmm… okay. And I know you have already made it clear to be before that you enjoy your lectures.” Cinch recalls. “But can you tell me what you… like about your job?”
>And there she goes, dropping the word “job” early on in the conversation again. It’s like she keeps forgetting that your days of getting nervous ended quite some time ago.
>But still, it’s better to keep her under the impression that you’re more afraid of getting fired than you actually are. If you truly were in as much danger of losing you job as she indirectly lets on, then it would have happened about a year ago.
“Well, I enjoy watching my students learn what I learned a few years ago.” You try to butter her up, saying something you’d expect from a cereal commercial. “Success is the number one thing I love to see from them. Which is why I do everything in my power to put effort into my lectures and make them interesting for them, but also extremely effective.”

>>26948587
>”Mr. Mous, please try to level with me here. There’s no need to recite all of that corny stuff we tell the school board. We’re not in their presence, and you can say the things you actually mean.”
>You perk up.
“Well… I do mean that. I really care about a student’s education.” You insist, only to receive a harsh giggle from Cinch.
>”Oh, please. Just save all of that for when we talk to the school board.”
“I’ll tell them too when I get the chance.”
>”Mr. Mous…” Cinch’s voice grows sharp and aggressive.
“Oh, uh, sorry.”
>Principal Cinch huffs before continuing.
>”Now… I want you to tell me something. Does Miss Lemon Zest reflect your attitude towards the material you teach?” She fixes her glasses. “Sine you… insist that you have such a deep passion for the lessons to be interesting.”
“No… b-but…” You allow one stutter to escape you. “But that’s just her. All of my other students have been doing great.”
>”I was just about to get to that.” Principal Cinch’s tone lightens once more. “I was just about to question the difference between Miss Zest and your other students.”
“Well, the main difference between her and them is the fact that they… actually pay attention.”
>”Obviously, but what I want to get toe the bottom of is the reason WHY she is not paying enough attention.”
>The headphones immediately pop up in your mind.

That's it for now. "Mary Meyers" signing off until next time.

Page 10 emergency bump.

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>>26953691
Nice low quality bump!

>>26944592
Does anyone have Waid's pastebin I don't have it for somereason?

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Last post got eaten by mods, so what the fuck ever.

>"Hey! There you guys are! We were wondering what was keeping you." Pinkie bounces up and down in her seat, waving At Rainbow and Mac.
>"Rainbow Dash, last one here. Is the world ending?" Vinyl snarks, pulling her shades off as the lights dim and giving the late arrivals a smirk.
>Anon rolls his eyes, scootching lower in his seat and trying to get comfortable.
>He watches Rainbow slide into the seat next to Fluttershy, Mac taking the next one out and lowering himself into it slowly.
>Slipping his hand into his pocket, he idly rubs the cellaphane, still contemplating.
>Lemon leans into his view, her arms resting on the seat in front of her as she plops her chin on top of Vinyl's head.
>"Watcha doin', Vinyl?"
>She blinks, glancing at Flash in the seat beside her.
>He just shrugs, giving her a grin before leaning into Octavia's shoulder.
>'Traitor.' She mouths at him, before blanching as Lemon's arm slide around her neck.
>"Come on, Vinyl..." Lemon murmurs, and Vinyl starts to smile awkwardly as she feels Lemon's chest press into the back of her head.
>"You're not boring, Vinyl. Anon's being boring."
>Anon breaks out of his torpor with a shake, and pokes Lemon in the side.
"Hey, I'm brooding. That's not the same."
>"Pffft, potayto, potahto." Lemon lets go of Vinyl, thudding back into her seat with a grunt.
"The movies's starting, Lem. That'll keep you occupied, right?"
>Anon watches Lemon's face contort into a grimace,
>"Don't get me wrong, Anon. This is a great movie." She glances past Anon to Fluttershy with a guarded look. "At least, in my opinion."
>"But, it's a bit... Slow?" She turns into Anon and buries her face in his chest.
>"I'm gonna get bored, Anon." She whispers, her tone making it sound like the end of the world. "I'm scared of what I'll do."
>Anon looks down into Lemon's mass of hair incredulously.

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>Anon looks down into Lemon's mass of hair incredulously.
>He glances over to Fluttershy, and sees her cover her mouth, a small giggle escaping her lips.
>Looking back down, he sees a mischevious pair of eyes staring back up at him.
"Oh, ha ha, funny Lem. You had me going there."
>Lemon just smiles, her face inching toward his, her smile unwavering.
>Anon chuckles softly, then leans down to meet her.
>Their lips meet, and Anon feels her tongue slide into his mouth.
>She sighs into his mouth, then slowly backs off, and he can feel that she's left something behind.
>Anon recognizes the feel and taste, and in a moment of decision, swallows.
>Lemon smiles at him, the other tab between her teeth, and carefully bites down.
>She leans over Anon, and Fluttershy looks at her hesitantly.
>Half the tab is perched on the tip of Lemon's tongue, and she arches her eyebrow at the taller girl.
>Fluttershy slowly nods, a smile cracking her face as her mouth moves in, closing over Lemon's.
>Anon watches the girls kiss slowly, before pulling back.
>He watches bemusedly as they both swallow.
>"There. Now it's a party." Lemon mutters with a smile
>'Very not sure how I feel about rolling with Flutters.' Anon thinks to himself, but at the same time, he's glad the decision was taken out of his hands.
>He settles back, Lemon and Fluttershy leaning their heads on his shoulders, and watches a man become a machine.

>Rarity arches an eyebrow at the three. 'I wonder just what they're getting up to...'
>a small smile turns up the corners of her mouth, and she let's out a bemused sigh.
>Leaning over slightly, she whispers. "They certainly are a strange little group, hmm Pinkie?"
>Not getting a response, she glances over to find the seat beside her empty.
>"Pinkie..?" Looking around, she catches a glimpse of movement behind her.
>Turning around in her seat, she barely catches the recessed door closing softly.
>'What are you up to, Pinkie?' Rarity muses to herself.

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>She fidgets in her chair for a few minutes, watching the movie unfold before her.
>"Oh, fiddlesticks!" She whispers eventually, getting up slowly and quietly moving down the aisle.
>She sees Mac's hand slowly slip out of his lap, hesitantly laying over Rainbow's thigh as she passes silently behind them, and is torn between scandal and thrill when she makes no move to remove it.
>Her cheeks flushing slightly, she makes her way to the door.
>She can hear a soft sigh as she comes up to it, followed by muffled words and giggling.
>'What are you doing in there, Pinkie?' Rarity muses, contemplating the doorknob.
>She remembers with an uncertain feeling the sights she was given the last time she opened a door uninvited.
>Finding her hand inching to the knob of it's own volition, Rarity bites her lip.
>She's not sure what she's expecting, but a certain tingle tells her what she's hoping for.
>Just as her fingers are about to touch, the door swings quickly open.
>Arms wrap around her, a hand over her mouth to quiet any outcry, and she's pulled inside.
>The door swings shut.

>Rainbow leans forward, excitement gleaming in her eyes as Deckard flies through the city streets.
>"Man, I thought this was gonna be a snoozefest. Get 'er, dude!" She bounces in her seat slightly, hands clenched into fists.
>Mac smiles softly, looking down at the bundle of energy beside him with a chuckle.
>His large hand flexes lightly against her toned thigh, and his smile widens slightly.
>'Lucky...' He thinks to himself, his fingers curling against the material covering her skin.
>Rainbow stops bouncing slowly, and turns to him.
>He can't place the look on her face, a string of complicated emotions passing quickly.
>There's no mistaking her hand clamping onto his own thigh, though.
>"I thought about this, you know."
>He looks at her thoughtfully as she glances over to Fluttershy.
>Giving his thigh a squeeze, she starts getting up.
>"Let's move."