Reverse-trap/Tomboy Thread №10

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>>28021347

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>>28021360

i cant believe fluttershy is dead

Hey Jeff, were you still working on the ska anon story? Saw it in your pastebin and it was pretty funny.

>>28021410
what

also thats anthro nigga you gonna get reamed by an angry mod

>>28021456
That's all i got for a Reverse-trap-ish rarara but I think it'd make a neat green even if i hqve no idea how it'd work.

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>>28021450
>>28021456
>Anthro in the /mlp/ board
Please. Atleast try to post other things. Regardless, I actually like this whole alternate universe take on the Mane 6.

>>28021347
I don't know why, but Flutterdad reminds me of:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbPcSKCqKLc

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>>28021410

fuck me those sparkly eyes are adorable

>>28021410 ANTHRO
>>28021424 ANTHRO
>>28021429 ANTHRO
>>28021439 ANTHRO
>>28021446 ANTHRO
>>28021450 ANTHRO
>>28021456 ANTHRO
>>28018975 PORN THREAD
>>28004297 ANTHRO
MOOOOOODSSSS

>>28021629
Butters a cute.

>>28021567
U mad?

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>>28021567

How is all this anthro allowed. Try again. Mods delete this plz

>>28021424
I was just asking on the off chance Jeff saw and could answer my question. I didn't think he was creating the new threads anyway.

Is there a reason we have people complaining about anthro? I mean if it didn't have anything to do with the thread I could understand, but this seems childish.

I hate part time summer /Mlp/ posters for this shit.

>>28021906
All good m8, just wanted to clarify

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So I was wondering whether or not to pitch this idea in the CMC thread or this one, but what if Anon was a young teenage orphan that recently got transferred to another orphanage that's subsequently shittier than the previous one? There he meets Scootaloo and they hit it off as total bros?

>>28023235
Green when?

http://pastebin.com/sGJin4Uk

"Oh. I mean, you don't really need to be thanking me."
>You adapt a similar seating posture to her, resting your head on your knees
"I had a really good time too. A much better time than I'd have had with your sister's batshit friends, at least."
>"Ha, yeah? Well... shit, dude."
>She starts to fidget with the ankle hems of her pajama pants
>"I've said a lot of stupid stuff, so I don't wanna mess this up. Can you, uh, wait over there for a minute?"
"Over where? Here?"
>You scoot slightly to the left
>"No, like. In the corner."
"Am I being put in time out?"
>"No, you idiot! Just gimme some time to think, okay? I don't wanna mess up!"
"Oh. Right. Of course."
>"And don't give me that. The more you try to throw me off, the longer this is gonna take."
>You turn away, and scoot towards the corner
>Behind you, you can hear Luna mumbling under her breath
>She's too quiet for you to make out exactly what she's saying, but you can still catch every other word or so
>"Friend... no... play games... not right... felt happy for once..."
"You know, you don't have to read me a poem..."
>"I know! I'm just trying to say this is in a way that isn't stupid! Ugh, why is this stuff so hard..."
>She rocks back and forth, knees tucked against her chest

>>28024648
Luna a qt.

>>28024648
"It's not gonna be stupid."
>"Easy for you to say. Ugh."
"You haven't said a single thing that I thought was stupid all night. Well, aside from thinking the Gameboy Color version of Pony Crossing was bad. That was pretty stupid."
>"Shut up! It was horrible! And... whatever. Fine. Here goes the dumbest shit you'll ever hear. Hope you're happy, jackass..."
>Luna takes a deep breath
>"It's been really cool hanging out, you make me feel, I dunno, like I have a place I belong. Like, normally I'm just this weirdo who everyone hopes will get lost so they can get back to whatever cool normal things they do, but you're super chill and I feel like, I dunno, you almost *want* to be with me. And that's super weird, and I don't know to handle it. But I like it a lot, and I'm super worried I'm gonna say or do something stupid and I'll mess it up. Or... something like that. Whatever."
>She casts her eyes down at the floor, blushing
>"I'm sorry. I'll just go back in now--"
>You grab Luna's arm before she can leave
"Please don't. You're not gonna leave me alone with them, right?"
>You nod back towards the party still raging behind you
>"Oh, uh... yeah. No. Hah. Got you."
>Luna scoots next to you, sitting so close your shoulders are almost touching

Boomp

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>>28024970
>shoulders are almost touching

>>28026287
TIA, GO BACK TO THE PARTY
GAWSH
i'm trying to make moves on Anon here!

>>28026287
>>28026296
>Celestia will never give Luna directions on how to satisfy Anon during sex.
>"Don't forget your pinky Lulu."

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>>28026365
>"Lulu, don't do that vertically, do it horizontally!"
>"Faster!"
>"That's right, use your tongue!"
>"No, no, not that way... try to... argh, use what i taught you, dammit!"
>"Christ, get out the way, I'll do it myself"
>All the while Anon's face when.

>>28026442
Lel.

>>28026442
Mango, when? Also hope your job isn't sucking shit right now.

>>28024970
Any minute now the handholding will begin.

>>28027413
not mango

>>28026442
>They start fighting over his cock

>>28027463
This is a blue board, you disgusting fuck.

rib

Uo

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I want an RD reverse trap to over power me physically with her martial arts prowess

>>28029330
Those are some long, noodly, appendages.

>>28029330
>>28029348
That's some Code Geass level of limbs

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Bump for Butters

>>28029330

>Another leg sweep sends you crashing into the mat for the umpteenth time tonight.
>Goddamn, why are you always paired up with this ninja powerhouse?
>It's not like it's making you any better at sparring to kiss the floor hundreds of times.
>"Good job Dash; nice takedown. I think we're done for tonight everyone."
>Thank fucking christ. You're not really sure how much more of this you could've taken.
>It's not like you're bad at Taekwondo. You practice these techniques everyday in your spare time.
>Hell, you could probably do most of them in your sleep.
>But no, this guy is somehow better than you.
>"Better luck next time, Anon!"
>His words are probably meant in encouragement, but they feel like a taunt in your mind.
>Even his effeminate looks seem to be jeering at your inadequacy.
>What guy dyes his hair rainbow colors??
>Whatever; at least this night's session is over. You don't have to see this guy for another couple of days.
>Rather, your ass stays unkicked for the next few days.

>>28030037
Here I thought I was posting a stereotypical "I want X to (insert odd fetish)" to bump the thread, but then someone actual writes some shit. Good one you.

>>28030135
I didn't feel like doing a regular bump today, and figured this thread needed a little more green.

>>28021347
Hey Jeff how's that Harshwhinny green going along?

Heart warning

>page 9
'no'

>>28023235
Is there any green about this pic?

Im feeling a mighty need

Sorry about the sudden disappearance. Laptop charger died, had to get a replacement. Spent last night at a house party with an IRL reverse trap.

>>28024970
>"So..."
"So what?"
>"You know. When are we... gonna see each other next?"
"Oh. Well, you know, it's only Friday. We've still got tomorrow and Sunday, if you're free."
>"If I'm free?"
>She raises an eyebrow, giving you a small smile
"Right."
>Luna glances down at your hand, which is resting suspiciously close to hers
>"Is it, uh... is it okay if I..."
"If you what?"
>Her arm twitches, and she scoots her hand a few inches closer, to the point where your fingers are almost touching
"Luna? You okay?'
>A single line of sweat drops down her nose
>"I'm fine. Just, you know... wondering I could..."
>She grabs hold your hand, squeezing it with slender, cold fingers
>"Is this cool? Like, it's fine if you're not cool with it. Just, I dunno, it seemed appropriate. But if you don't want to..."
"No. I don't have a problem with this."
>You lean against Luna, and she tentatively rests her head on your shoulder
"This is nice. It's.... it's real nice."
>"Yeah? I mean, you don't have to, you know, be this close to me if you don't want. Like, it's really nice, but..."
>She lets out her breath in a huff
>"Yeah, sorry. This is super nice. Thanks."
>A tiny shiver runs through her body
>With your free hand, you drag the blanket back over you and Luna

>>28034355
Did you smash tho?

>>28034355
For someone with ZERO social skills, Luna seems to be doing just fine with Anon when they only just met a few hours ago.

>>28034355
>IRL reverse trap.
Tell us more.

>>28034355
>Spent last night at a house party with an IRL reverse trap.
those are called butch lesbians

>>28034355
>>"I'm fine. Just, you know... wondering I could..."
>>She grabs hold your hand, squeezing it with slender, cold fingers
be still my heart

>>28032769
I think it's the one where pinkie "killed" someone?

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>those butters updates
Don't fucking scare me like that, shit.

>>28034916
It

>>28021347
Is Jeff a ghost again?

>>28034355
>"Any ideas for what to do tomorrow? Or Sunday, or whenever, doesn't have to be tomorrow."
"I was gonna ask you."
>"Oh. Cool. Well, there's this little card shop I used to go to, back when I was still hanging out with Shining. Haven't been there in a bit because, you know..."
>The hand holding yours begins to fidget with the back of your knuckles
>"But yeah. Would you be cool with that?"
"Yeah, sure. Sounds awesome, actually."
>"Cool."
>Luna falls silent, but you can feel her heartbeat hammering through her palm
>Gradually, though, it slows as she calms down
>Inside, the noise of the party diminishes to match, as people begin to pass out or head home
>But you and Luna remain, watching the stars slowly spin by above your heads
>"It's getting kinda late."
"Yeah."
>"It's cool if you head home, you know. Like, I don't want to keep you out here all night. I mean, I really like it, so... I don't actually want you to go, but you can."
"I will. But not right now."
>You lie down, and Luna lies next to you, your hands still intertwined
"It's just too nice out to leave."
>"I know what you mean. I hope you stick around forever."
>Luna immediately covers her mouth with her free hand
>"I'm so sorry."
>You just laugh
>Luna blushes furiously, but in spite of herself she starts to laugh too
>As the two of you quiet down and return to your peaceful contemplation, your mind turns to the beginning of the night, all your anxiety over the party, worrying about making a good impression on Celestia...
>And now you're here, with one of the coolest girls you've ever met
>This really is the last place you ever thought you'd find yourself...

End

Or, at least, sort of the end. This is all I originally planned to write, but it seems like people want more. So more little shorts will follow this.

>>28036348
Make them kiss, faggot!

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>>28036348
NICE

>>28036348
How about a non-canon green where luna gets the idea from watching some lewd anime and gives anon a fumbly handjob at said cars shop, maybe at a card game or something like that.

>>28036348
Anon has chosen the right choice hooking up with best sister. I'd definitely love some more, but if you're feeling spread too thin, I'm happy with this too.

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>>28036489
why not fucking her while she tries to play vidya instead.

>>28036560
>She sits on his dick while playing Animal Crossing.

>>28036593
>pony crossing on the Gameboy Color

>>28036781
U-unf.

>>28036781
Or playing a game while she is sitting on her favorite PC chair Anon
Why are nerdy girls the most lewd?

>>28036348
Nigga muh heart

oh shit page 10

>page 10

>>28038458
code red bump

>>28036348
Pretty good green, Jeff

>>28036812
Because they are sexually frustrated.

>>28036348
so adorable

Swoop

Where's Anon E. Moos? Has he done a disappearing act on us?

>>28040483
This.
Where are you faget???

>>28040982

>>28041445
Thanks for the answer.

>>28041873

>>28040483

Reports of my death have been grossly exaggerated.

Sorry for the absence, the weekend didn't really go as planned, some bad shit happened.

Rest assured, I am currently writing, have a few new pages done, and will dump today, after running it by my proof-reader.

Love,
-me

>>28042845
Don't worry Anon. If you're not ready you're not ready and we'd prefer for you to feel ready. We just care about you. You're part of our squad

Alright. Gonna update the pastebin and get back to updating.

When we last left off, Fluttershy and Anon were watching as Flutterdad's car slowly approached the house. Gilda and Ms. H are on their way, but will they get there in time?

http://pastebin.com/GGCZjdDX

>As you place your hand on the doorknob, Fluttershy stops you
>"W-wait."
"Yeah?"
>"Just... s-stay back with Rainbow, okay?"
"But what about you?"
>"I'll t-talk to him myself."
"Butters..."
>Fluttershy turns to you, pushing her hair away from her eyes
>"I c-can do this. I need to do this."
"But what if he hurts you?"
>"It w-won't be the first time. Please, Anon. If you k-keep trying to save me from him, I'll... I'll always feel like a b-burden. I need to do this m-myself."
>You sigh
>Behind the door of the bathroom, the flow of water stops
"Okay. But please be safe."
>"I w-will. I promise. I know I c-can do this."
>She balls her hands into tiny, scrawny fists at her sides
>"Just t-take care of Rainbow, okay?"
"Of course. And if you need my help..."
>"Right. Thank you, Anon."
>She drops her head, sucking in her breath
>Outside, her father's car stops right in front of Harshwhinny's driveway

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>>28044592
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!

Shit, brb. Dumb shit came up.

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>>28044592

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>>28042845
thanks

>>28044592
ITEIYO, OTO-SAN?

>>28044592
I bet Flutterdad will rape Butters while Anon and Rainbow are hiding.

>>28044592
It's really hard to feel scared for Butters when they keep acting like such a retard.

>>28044592
>You open the door to the bathroom, leaving it cracked just enough that you can see Fluttershy from inside
>Dash is sitting upright in the water, a wash-cloth pressed against the wound on her abdomen
>The bleeding seems to have stopped, but your girlfriend looks pale and miserable
>"Anon? What's going on?"
>She sounds loopy too; her usual spunky rasp is replaced by a sickly croak
"Nothing. Fluttershy wants to talk to her dad. I'm gonna wait back here and make sure nothing happens."
>"Oh. Alright..."
>She leans back against the wall of the tub, shivering slightly
"Dash? You okay?"
>"Yeah, dude... gonna be fine..."
>She sure doesn't act like it
>You glance back at Fluttershy, to find her still standing resolute in front of the door
>Well, as resolute as someone can get when she's shaking so badly her knees are knocking together
"Here. Lemme get you outta the water."
>"Nah, dude... I'm gonna be good..."
"Uh huh. Come here."
>You wrap one arm under Dash's knees and one under her back, lifting her out of the water
>She groans, but doesn't resist
>As soon as she's out of the water, she starts to shiver harder
>You grab a fresh towel to wrap her in, cradling Dash against your chest
>"Dude, you worry *way* too much... I'm gonna be fine..."
>A particularly bad tremor runs through her, and you nearly drop her
>So you grab a second towel, draping it over her like a blanket
>Something heavy slams against the front door
>Fluttershy squeaks in fear, but holds her ground
>You scoot to the edge of the bathroom, watching her through the crack in the door
>In your head, you estimate you could reach her in about ten or fifteen seconds if you had to
>But hopefully it won't come to that...

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>>28045019

>>28045019
is... is there blood in the tub?

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>>28045019

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>>28045019
please no

this better end with anon stabbing a motherfucker to death

>>28045019
If Dash dies, we're gonna need a potato peeler, an axe, a sword, AND a spoon.

>>28045258
Just shoot the nigga, like damn son just get a gun what the hell.

>>28045258
And a potato peeler.

>>28045019
>She leans back against the wall of the tub, shivering slightly
dashie better not be bleeding out

>>28045307
SHE'S DYING OF INTERNAL BLEEDING

SHE'LL BE DEAD BY MORNING

>>28045318
Why isn't she on her way to a god damn hospital?

>>28045291
Yeah, this and also a potato peeler.

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>>28045019
>Another slam comes, and the doorknob begins to crack out of the wooden frame
>He hits it a third time, and the knob bends at an unusable angle
>Fluttershy steps back, and the final impact sends the door swinging inwards
>There, silhouetted in the rain, is Fluttershy's dad
>Upon seeing him, your stomach twists and rage and revulsion
>His hair is is limp and soggry from the rain, pinkish-white strands wreathing his grimacing face
>Stubble coats his chin, and his eyes betray a cool, simmering rage
>"You."
>He reaches out to grab her, and Fluttershy winces, reflexively ducking down and preparing for the blow as the old habits take over her
>Just then, you hear another door slam outside
>Fluttershy's dad whirls around
>"You little rat!"
>He grabs her by the hair and tosses her into the wall
>She squeaks in pain, ricocheting off and knocking over a stack of Harshwhinny's paintings in the process
>"You called the fucking cops!?"
>Relief washes over you, despite the hatred roiling in your gut
>"Freeze!"
>Gilda's "cop" voice is legimitely terrifying, and Fluttershy's dad actually flinches at the sound
>She's finally here!
>He turns slowly, his hands up
>Holding Dash, you scoot out into the hallway, finally allowing you to look out the front door
>Gilda is standing halfway up the driveway, her G42 leveled with Fluttershy's dad's chest
>He grits his teeth, reaching for his daughter again
>"I said freeze!"
>Slowly, he raises his hands and turns to face her
>"That's better. Now, get away from the girl and step out of the house."
>Fluttershy's dad drops his head, licking up rainwater from around his mouth

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>>28045408

>>28045408
NOICE
GILDS

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>>28045408
thank you based hitler

please accept this waifu offering

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>>28045408

>>28045408
>inb4 he wrestles her gun away

>>28045408
Inb4 Gilda betrays us.

>>28045408
Gilda, now is the right time for you to go Michael Brown on his ass.

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>>28043784

>part of our squad
>mfw

Posting begins whenever Jeff is too tired to continue.
^:)

>>28045334
Flutterdad, that's why.

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>>28045443
Why is she so perfect?

>>28045408
>He takes a step out of the house, then looks over his shoulder at Fluttershy
>"What are you doing? Come on."
>"N-no."
>Fluttershy stands, an ugly bruise already forming on her temple
>"What do you mean no?"
>Her dad's voice drops to a low, throaty growl
>"Get the fuck out there and tell them what happened. I'm saving you."
>"I w-won't."
>"Like hell you won't. Get over here!"
>He grabs for Fluttershy, but Gilda shouts him down
>"I said freeze!"
>Despite the noise-slush of drizzling rain, you can still hear Gilda cock her gun
>Fluttershy's dad stops, his hand still outstretched towards his daughter
>He drops his voice to a whisper
>"You really think you can stay with them? Really?"
>Fluttershy hangs her head
>"You killed mom. You're worthless and hideous as a daughter. As a son, you're barely passible. You really think any of them..."
>He gestures to you and Dash
>"...can really love you? After what you've done? After what you are? I'm the only one who can even stomach you. In a few months, when they realize how awful you are, you'll beg to live with me again. And you know it."
>Tears begin to run down Fluttershy's face
>"Remember those times you tried to run away? How did it feel?"
>Fluttershy doesn't answer
>Outside, Gilda barks another order at Fluttershy's dad
>"I said get away from the girl!"
>Fluttershy's dad takes another step away, motioning for her to follow
>"Come on. Just tell them what happened. If you do, I might even forgive you."

>>28045702
gilda a cute

>>28045702
>those hips
I'd let her arrest me inbetween her thighs

>>28045702
gilda should put six warning shots into that bastards chest

>>28045702
come on anon you faggot

go comfort her and get her away from the asswipe

>>28045702
>>28045736
This.

This bastard is not listening to her and if he does something drastic, she might have to unload that clip into his ass

>>28045702
>>28045751
she should really do something like this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nt6kKhlX8vU

>>28045702
Tackle him!

>>28045702
>flutterdad is a nog
>gillda puts him down because he keeps going for butters
>dindus, the pundits, and leftists demand action for the murder of this helpless black man
>gilda is sentenced for 25 years and excommunicated from the police force and Dash and Anon are labeled as racists for the rest of their lives
>meanwhile Flutters is put into the broken foster care system and lives a life of misery until she finally ODs on heroin at 23

>>28045876
>>gilda is sentenced for 25 years and excommunicated from the police force
You mean gets paid leave, like she should.

>>28045876
>Dash dies of bleeding
>rightists and other various people will constantly bring up the autopsy reports of her which showed that she was raped
>Leftists go "LALALALALA NOT LISTENING"
>At least until pigs invade and steal a bunch of eggs

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>>28045876
>>28045917
Oh cool, /pol/ is shitting up a thread I like. Again.

How quaint.

I gots no reverse-trap pics, so have post-story Butters.

>>28045702
>Gilda begins to move sideways, keeping a clear line of sight with Fluttershy's dad, and keeping the young girl out of her line of fire
>"I'm the only family you'll ever have. And I'm the only family you fucking deserve. Now come on."
>You lay Dash against the wall, stand, and begin to move towards Fluttershy
>She hears the creaking of floorboards, and holds up her hand
>"N-no."
>"What?"
>"I'm n-not going with you."
>She lifts her head, locking eyes with her father
>Her face is streaked with tears, but she manages to keep her voice steady
>"You spent my entire life making me feel worthless. And... for a long time, I really believed it. But you were wrong."
>She looks over at you and Dash, and then at the picture her and Harshwhinny painted last night, which is drying next to the couch
>"These people really like me. And for the first time ever, I feel... I feel okay about being me. I'm not worthless. I'm loved. And you're not gonna stop that. And you're never, *ever* going to hurt them again."
>"Oh, I'm not? And who's gonna stop me from beating his faggot ass in..."
>He gestures towards you
>"...just like I did to that rainbow-haired dy--"
>Fluttershy hits her dad
>It's definitely not a good punch; her wrist buckles almost the moment her hand connects, and her scrawny arms barely pack enough strength to bruise him
>But the effect is still the same
>Her dad staggers back, blinking in confusion
>And then his face twists into rage
>"You little *shit*..."
>In the next second, three things happen one after the other, but your brain processes them simultaneously:
>Fluttershy's dad wraps his hand around her neck, the other raising to hit her face
>A sharp, ear-splitting *crack* rings out
>And a small spurt of blood flies from the back of Fluttershy's dad's knee as the bullet finds its mark

>>28046286
>>"Oh, I'm not? And who's gonna stop me from beating his faggot ass in..."
Um... The cop?

>>28046286
>>And a small spurt of blood flies from the back of Fluttershy's dad's knee as the bullet finds its mark
I used to be an abusive dad, but then I took a bullet to the knee.

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>>28046320
fuckin bastard

>>28046286
NOICE

>>28046286
>>A sharp, ear-splitting *crack* rings out
Happenin' level one?

Leaving off here for a little while. Need to road-trip to my parents' house to pick up some stuff. Will see you guys either tonight or tomorrow morning.

>>28046286
A taser would have made a bit more sense, but meh, whatevs, Gilda doesn't play by the rules

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>>28046424
Jeff's Mango-flavored Cliffhangers
They're super suspensive!

>>28046470
A taser is too good for this asswipe. Especially if he killed Fluttermom, Dashie, or Butters.

>>28046286
Oo watcha say..

>>28042845
>>28045562

Previously, anger issues happened. Also the cops. Sorry, I'm drunk.

>You ignore the mispronunciation and put on your dumbest smile, the kind of expression that practically screams “I'm a dumb civilian”.
“Well then, what can I do you for?”
>The police officer's smile turns a little more plastic, and you can practically feel him cringing on the inside.
>Score for team Anon.
>”Very funny, sir. Now, I'd love to just stay here and listen to some more of your... jokes, but the thing is, me and my partner are running on an extremely limited schedule right now, so you'll have to excuse me for cutting our meeting short.”
“Oh, that's too bad! I've got a couple more I could tell you, and it won't take more than-”
>The officer waves his hand dismissively, his smile now clearly forced, a death stare making itself apparent despite the mirrored glasses.
>”Oh, no need, no need. I've probably heard them all before. Now, have you-”
“Heard them all before? Well, being a police officer sure sounds like fun!”
>You can practically hear his teeth grinding, the tendons in his neck straining, the mustachioed man slightly reminding you of an angry pit bull.
>”Yes, it's absolutely hilarious. Please don't interrupt me again.”
>You nod at him warily, the idiot grin slowly fading from your face as he takes a deep breath and leans back slightly, hooking his thumbs under his belt again.
>”Have you seen a teenage boy somewhere in this area during the last few days? He's most likely unaccompanied, pink hair, blue eyes, Caucasian, looks to be around fifteen or sixteen.”
>You shake your head warily, trying your best to seem worried.
“No sir, not in this area.”
>”Have you seen anyone matching the description anywhere else, then?”
>You snort quietly, a smile again creeping onto your face.
>”Sir, I work in a coffeehouse. If I had a dollar for every one of our clients that matches your description, I'd probably just register as self-employed and sit on my ass all day.”

>>28046512

>”Hm. Right. Well, I doubt we'll find him there. Anyway, we're assuming he's somewhere in the forest, so if you're outside and happen to see him, don't hesitate to call me.”
>He hands you a plain white business card, completely blank save for a couple strings of professional-looking black text, “Ray B. Sentry – Canterlot Police Department” emblazoned above his telephone number.
>You take the card and press it to your chest with one hand, your other hand covering your mouth, an exaggerated, feminine gasp emanating from your throat.
“Oh, officer... This is so sudden...”
>This time he cringes visibly, clearly going through years of experience, trying come up with something to arrest you for before sighing in defeat, looking back at his patrol car.
>”You'll never cease to amaze me, Mr. Moose. Now, I think we're all done-”
“Sir, wait. Are there any other, uh, recognizable things about him? What was he wearing, for example?”
>The officer shrugs, a bit too quickly for your taste, the gesture seeming fake somehow.
>”Don't know. We don't have a lot to work with, to be honest.”
“Well, does he have any tattoos, anything like that? Scars, maybe?”
>The police officer tenses up, just enough for it to be noticeable, and you feel like you've gone in a bit too deep.
>”No. None that we know of.”
>His tone is calm, practiced, clearly honed by decades of work, his eyes practically boring through you now, searching for even the faintest hint of a crack in your defenses to exploit.
>You meet his gaze, desperately willing yourself not to blink, suddenly incredibly aware of just how much your back is sweating.
>And just like that, he breaks away, his eyes now directed towards the patrol car, waving for his partner to drive further down the street, a harmless grin on his face.
>But as soon as the car disappears from view, he grabs you by the collar and pulls you closer, the sudden movement almost sending you off-balance.

>>28046523

>His wrinkled hands hold your collar in a death grip, the aging man clearly still incredibly strong.
“Hey, what the fuck-”
>”You better listen to me, son, and listen to me good. Drop the act, right now. I know that you know more than you let on. I know that you've seen him. And I know that you're asking some real suspicious questions.”
>He leans in closer, the smell of old tobacco and sweat invading your nostrils, his words spoken in an angry hiss.
>”The only thing I don't know is if you actually want to make a problem out of this. Because, I swear to God, I may not have a warrant for your ass yet, but that doesn't mean I can't get one, or that I won't be coming down on you like a brick shit house when I do.”
>A surge of red flashes inside you and you grab his wrists, pulling them outward and away while pushing him away, the cop's fingers letting go of your now-crumpled collar, the aging man stumbling backwards a few steps from the sudden push.
>You let go of his wrists, his hands immediately going to his belt as you straighten up, your body tensing instinctively, a cold glare boring into his sun glass-hidden eyes, your voice now more a growl than anything else.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
>Standing stock still in your yard, you and the officer stare each other down for several seconds, your hands balled into fists, his hand at his baton, your eyes narrowed, adrenaline and anger surging through your veins, hate thumping dully in your temples.
>Suddenly, the policeman relaxes, hooking his thumbs back into his belt, a large, friendly grin on his face again.
>”Neither. Consider it more of a... friendly warning. Have a nice day.”
>With that, he turns around and strolls out of your yard, softly whistling a jaunty tune, leaving you sweaty, angry and confused.
>But most of all, scared.

>>28046286
Rules of nature bitch.

>>28046535

>You jog down the basement stairs, still trying to process everything that just happened and what it could mean for you.
>You don't like this, not one bit.
>Sure, the cop could just have been bullshitting, but you don't want to take any chances.
>Time to tread carefully, Anon.
>Walking down the last few steps of the staircase, you look around, searching for any sign of Duane.
“Hey, Duane. You in here?”
>Despite the police already having left, you find yourself speaking quietly, your voice a quiet hiss, paranoia making your nerves tingle.
>...
>If they actually knew, they'd probably be listening in on you in some way...
>Who's to say they aren't doing it already?
>Just waiting for confirmation, a SWAT van parked around the bend, the squad ready to kick down your door at a moment's notice, all of them itching to see some action.
>And when they do, you'll soon go to jail, get fired from your job, another notch on your criminal record making you even less attractive for potential employers when you get out.
>And Duane...
>They'll send him back to the asylum, and when they do, he'll have hell to pay...
>Calm down, Anon, for fuck's sake!
>It's “if”, not “when”.
>Happy thoughts.
>...
>You slowly open the door to your weight room, the door gently creaking as it swings inwards.
>In the warm yellow glow of the bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling, you see Duane, the boy seemingly fascinated by the large plates organized by weight, gently running his finger along the edges of the iron plates, tracing the denominations printed in white.
>The room is entirely silent, and Duane doesn't seem like he's noticed you, his mouth set in a tiny, curious smile, his eyes looking through the plates, the bare concrete walls, into something only he can see.
>Somehow, he seems so at peace right now, void of all signs of anxiety, and you almost find yourself closing the door and leaving, not wanting to take away his moment of solace.

>>28046543

>Still, if he's going to stay here, you're going to have to keep him informed, no matter how much it might disturb him.
>He deserves to know.
>Gingerly, you rap the wooden door with your knuckles, Duane breaking out of his trance and looking around for a moment before focusing on you, a guilty look crossing his face.
“H-hey.”
>Your voice is hoarse and quiet, and you almost feel like an intruder inside your own home, like you've interrupted something incredibly private, something important.
>”O-oh, h-hey. H-how long have y-you... b-been there?”
“Not that long.”
>You shake your head with a fake smile, your bold-faced lie hanging in the air silently, both of you standing awkwardly in place for a few seconds, not sure on how to continue.
“S-so, uh... You like the place?”
>”Y-yes, it's v-very nice. Very... c-cozy.”
>Duane gives you a shy smile, eyes flitting around nervously.
>”Y-you've got a l-lot of weights here. D-do you, uh... use them all?”
>Despite trying, you can't entirely suppress the dumbfounded stare you direct at him, the boy now seeming even more nervous.
>...
>What kind of fucking question is that?
>Is he serious?
>...
“I, uh... yes. I do. Listen, I'd love to talk PR's with you, but, well...”
>You scratch your neck awkwardly, not entirely sure on how to break the bad news to him.
>”Y-yeah?”
“Shit... uh, you wanna have a seat?”
>You gesture towards the bench press, motioning for him to sit down on the black patent leather cushion.
>Duane sits down, fiddling with his hair, clearly worried about your sudden, foreboding change of tone, and you attempt a tiny, reassuring smile, trying to ignore the anxious stirring inside you.
>”W-what is it?”
“Well, uh, there were kind of some cops looking for you.”
>”P-police? Y-you d-didn't...”
>His eyes widen in fear and worry, and you shake your head rapidly, hands held out in a defensive gesture.
“No! No, I didn't tell them anything. I just, well, asked some questions...”

>>28046557

>He nods silently at you, his hands now playing with his collar, arms clutched to his chest, stare now fixed on the bare concrete floor.
“But, well, I'm starting to get a really bad feeling about this. They... they didn't mention anything about the, uh... the hospital, didn't say anything about your clothes, just gave some general pointers...”
>”W-what are you s-saying?”
“It seems like they're... hiding something. Like they know more than they want to let on. And this one cop was suspicious. Mad suspicious.”
>As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel regret taking over, the boy now looking absolutely miserable, practically curled up into a ball now, blue eyes refusing to meet yours.
>”...oh.”
“H-hey now, it wasn't that bad...”
>You sit down beside him, gently laying one arm over his pallid shoulders, trying your best to comfort him, meeting his eyes briefly with the warmest gaze you can muster.
>”R-really?”
>You grimace in response, and Duane looks away again, the brief spark of hope now extinguished, your expression speaking volumes, his whole body tensing.
“Well... I guess it was kinda bad.”
>”...I'm s-sorry.”
“Dude, it's not your fault. You never asked for any of this.”
>You rub his shoulder and he slowly loosens up again, tension disappearing from his body, now back to his sandbag-like posture.
>”Y-yeah, but...”
“Chill, alright? We'll... we'll figure something out. Just, well, I've got to get to work soon. So, uh...”
>You scratch your neck and stand up, Duane's eyes fixed on you, worry evident in his gaze.
“Well, try not to be seen. I'll pull down the blinds in case somebody tries to peek inside. Don't answer the phone and don't open the door, alright?”
>”A-alright...”
“Other than that, uh... you got any allergies? Gluten, lactose? ”
>Duane gets up from the bench and shakes his head mutely, the boy clearly confused.
>You give him a wide grin in response, ideas for today's dinner already forming in your mind.

>>28046569
Muh h-heart

>>28036812
>>28038856
Because they're more creative?
They're adorable awkward little bundles of sexy genius.

>>28036348
<3

bamp

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>>28045408
Thought I'd try drawing.
I may have used too much shading.
Yes, that's a potato peeler.

>>28048975
>Yes, that's a potato peeler.
kek my sides senpai

>>28046379
I've been away and I missed the chance to call the happening level two! I'm so sad!

>>28046569
Wait, is he really a guy? I wouldn't think they'd describe him as male since I imagine the hospital has his gender on file.

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>>28049586
>mental hospital that is extremely abusive
>implying they aren't trying to condition pinkie into being a male to push transgender bullshit

all we need is a dr. currency and it would be all set up

>>28049586
I think that identifying "Duane" as male is part of the torture at the psychiatric ward. Keep in mind this is reverse-trap, so unless Anon is keeping a pretty big secret here, I'm fairly sure "Duane" is a girl.

The horrorbilities are endless.

>>28049753
did they even remove her feminine parts

>>28049776
Probably, whatever was left after the hormone treatments.

bumperooni

>>28048975
Sick door Anon.

>>28049753
I'm loving the idea of the swerve where Anon is the reverse trap though.

Poot.

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For the guy asking about the Harshwhinny story, the first update is posted!

>>28052258

>>28052322
Thank you Mango. Your stories are always amazing.

But fuck your cliffhangers.

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>>28052322
Yeeesssssssss

>>28052322
NOICE

I just want Butters and Dashie to make it out okay.

>>28053215
I just want Butters and Dashie to make out.

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>>28053270
I want Butters and Dashie to rim each other.

>>28046286
Is there any particular reason she's using a Glock 42? I ask because a subcompact .380 is a really odd choice for a duty gun.

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>>28053659
It starts with a G
and Gilda is a griffon/gryphon/griffin

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>>28053835
>That Rainbow Dash

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>>28053859
>tomboy thread
>doesn't like piercings or non-traditional haircuts
kindly show yourself out of the thread

>>28053835
But so does every other Glock. I'm not criticizing, it's just really unconventional to use a small-caliber, small-frame handgun as your primary service weapon, and I wondered if there was some reason behind it.

>>28053878
>tomboy
>tumblrcut

>>28053835
That picture.

Unf.

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>>28053883
Perhaps Jeff isn't a gun nut like the guy who did pic related and just went with a random gun.

>>28054064
But he was really specific about what gun it was. It wasn't just "a gun" or "the gun", it was specifically a Glock 42.

>>28054094
Wikipedia says it's a service pistol, it starts with a G, and that was probably good enough for Jeff.

Don't think too hard about it.

>>28053887
>tumblrcut
Come on man. It existed way before Tumblr SJWs became a thing. Besides, it's super hot.

>>28053887
Most girls I've met with that kind of haircut were more /k/ and /out/ than Tumblr.

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>>28053878
>implying tomboy = special snowflake garbage

>>28054107
I can't find where it says that in the Wikipedia article, but I'll take your word on it.

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>>28054179
>being Tumblrtriggered by a haircut
bro
you are the demons

>>28054259
I'm not attracted to women who's entire look is screaming "I have daddy issues"

>>28053317
This.

>>28053878
Her left is bigger than her right

>>28054318
Don't all tomboys have some issues to an extent.
All the ones I saw in HS were sluts.
Pardon, bitches, rather. Because sluts fuck everyone.

>>28054580
Not really. Some just like rougher stuff than regular girls.

>>28054580
Nah, but I appreciate the ones who at least put effort into not throwing those insecurities on everyone they meet

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Literally the closest pic I have to a tomboy that hasn't already been posted in these threads. It's pathetic

Why must there be so little tomboy art? Will I have to just substitute with pictures of girls with short hair and pretend they're tomboys for the rest of my life?

>>28057211
Fucking. Smoking.

>>28056158

>>28057211
Sick numbers Anon

Pump-a-bump

>>28058649
Bump-a-pump

>>28058649
pump-a-rump

>>28057211
That art is fucking perfect, holy fuck.

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>>28046569

Duane will resume later today.
Sadly, I'll soon have to go out and look at apartments for a few hours.
Rest assured, however. Apart from the apartment thing, my calendar is completely empty and I have a lot of amphetamine, so I'll bring a bit more to the table this time.

>>28049753
>>28051464

No reverse-trap Anon, sorry. That would have been a very interesting idea, but I've always imagined Mr. Moos as being really muscular.
Unless you think >pic related would be good with a pussy.

>>28059686
You're wrong, and that's okay

>>28059790
>I can be your emerald savior
wew lad, you /nst/ too?

>>28059790
>Emerald Savior
That so sounds like a Stand Name.

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So, what does Duane look like in your heads?

Pic obviously based off >>28023235.

>>28057211
qt

Is Jeff dead again?

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>>28061172

Hope not. Still, I can definitely understand him taking a break, he is literally a one-man green factory.

Also, where is No7? I'd like to see some more AJ.

>>28060099

Been there since day one famalam, stopped lurking it a few weeks after it turned into EqGWritefag circlejerk general

>>28060455

I always imagined Duane pretty much like that, except with choppier, messier hair, old scars and bruises on his body, and maybe a bit more thin.

>>28059790

Also, status update: the good news is that I have been writing a lot today.
The bad news is that I have mostly been working on a separate, later scene, and not the story as it is now.
Rest assured, dear readers, I will rectify this situation.

Still, posting might begin as late as 00:00 GMT.

Anyway, thank you for being in this thread.

Anticipation

>>28059790
10/10
>>28060124
Emerald splash!

>>28061172
Yes

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>>28060124

>>28061764
>stopped lurking it a few weeks after it turned into EqGWritefag circlejerk general

Well you'll be happy to learn that EQGWF & bootlickers haven't posted anything for months now.

>>28061764
>GMT
So, west europoor I presume? Maybe Dutch (since you got that into your green)?

>>28061764
Sick Photoshop m8 10/10

>>28061172
No, not dead. Just took a small break to recuperate after dropping the last scene, and to write that Harshwhinny story. Butters updates will resume at like 2 or 3 AM CDT.

>>28061172

He's off writing a Harshwinny story.

>>28064128
Which is amazing btw

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>>28062268

>pic related

>>28063315

I've been back there a few times but it's pretty much lost its charm in my opinion, at a glance it seems to be mostly Pro-Skub vs. Anti-Skub: the Thread, with occasional content mixed in here and there. I might beread: am probably wrong.

Still, EQGWF was okay, in my opinion. R9KLight was a really interesting story, with something constantly happening.
Mostly it was the people constantly posting shit like "I want to fuck EqG's boipucci" that actually ruined the thread although the Tomoko avatarfagging didn't help.

>>28063623

Not Dutch.
Finnfag.

GMT is just a lot more convenient in my opinion, since it's pretty much universally known.

Sorry for the rambling, I'm pretty messed up.

Also, is there anyone that would be up for proofreading later tonight/today? My current proofreader is apparently stoned off his ass and incapable of reading.
If you're interested and available, send me a message at dunkin()ponuts@gmail()com

>>28064529
>"I want to fuck EqG's boipucci"
that mostly ended in nst
there are still people who say that every once in a while but it not too common
I still reccomend people check it out because theres still good stories like Moblight by SeaUrchin and Twilight Emancipation Agency by Nohooves

>>28064529
>Finnfag
Cool, swefag here. I could proofread. It might be almost 4 in the morning, but I could spare an hour now (and likely continue sometime tomorrow if needed). I'll drop you a e-mail.

>back to page 10 in under an hour because of glimmer spam
thanks, mods, this is that 'quality of posting' you were alluding to, right?

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boop

>>28064529
>nst
You been there since the beginning too?
Im glad im not the only one that thought that place went to shit.
Anything after the "multiverse" thing, started by scitwi and anon, was pretty much just "dykeshit the general".

>>28065803
I'd boop that poner right on her snoot

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>>28066479
A lot of ponies look better with their manes grown out to both sides.

Well...except for one.

Hear ye, hear ye.
This will not be the veritable Biblical flood of greentext I promised earlier, but instead something more like a slight drizzle..

>>28046569

“Perfect. I don't know about you, but I really don't feel like eating chicken today. I'll be back sometime after eight.”


>You are patient number 141, room number 327, resident of Everfree Psychiatric Hospital, currently lying on a couch in an unfamiliar house, your stare fixed on the white ceiling above.
>Well...
>Maybe “former resident” would be a bit more accurate.
>You have, after all, been on the run for several days now.
>Since Tuesday, if you remember correctly.
>You're not quite sure.
>It wasn't exactly easy to keep track of time while... inside, and the forest made things even harder.
>At least in the hospital, you could always assume that the food delivered to your room followed some kind of schedule, but in the forest, with its thick, almost impermeable, canopy and near-constant darkness, all attempts of keeping time were hopeless.
>After your wristwatch got taken away, you mostly counted breaths, trying your best to make them into a standard time unit.
>The time between lunch and dinner, for example, was usually somewhere around 2,500 breaths, give or take a few depending on how agitated you felt that day.
>From dinner to lockdown—as if being locked down made any difference, you still weren't allowed to roam the halls—you usually counted 2,000 breaths, and from lockdown to reveille, usually 2,850 breaths.
>Of course, keeping track of days was a whole other story since your calendar privileges got taken away after the last visit your family made, after you...
>...
>Never mind.
>Don't think about that now.
>No point in crying over spilled milk.
>Day to day, right?
>Day to day.
>...
>After Anon left, his last-minute instructions and a phone number written in a hurried scrawl on a crumpled piece of paper, the house somehow got a lot quieter than you expected.
>Now, it's just you and Mister Turnip.

>>28066546
>This will not be the veritable Biblical flood of greentext I promised earlier, but instead something more like a slight drizzle..
fug

>>28066556

Stay strong, brother. I have stocked silos full of future greentext, to be used when the time is right.

>>28066546

>You haven't talked to him since last night, after your... disagreement, and you're not entirely sure you want to now.
>You know he has your best interests at heart, but...
>After Anon took you in, you've found yourself wondering if Mister Turnip actually is right all the time.
>He's always told you to never trust anyone, to keep away from people, to only rely on yourself.
>The first sleepless night spent here—last night, you remind yourself—you were sweating bullets, practically paralyzed with fear half the time, watching the staircase door with terrified anticipation, dreading the moment the staircase door would swing open and reveal Anon with a belt in his hand and a sadistic grin on his face.
>But it never happened.
>You passed out maybe 1,000 breaths after he went upstairs, and woke up feeling better than you have in ages.
>Anon's never done anything bad to you, despite having more than enough opportunities to do so.
>Not even when you were dead tired and your whole body was aching, when you were unable to walk without crutches, lying on his sofa completely defenseless...
>You know Mister Turnip doesn't trust him, that he'd rather just want you two out on the road again, but you firmly believe that Anon would never—and could never—hurt you.
>There's a certain look in his eyes, a kind of warm friendly glow, almost brotherly, in a way.
>A kind of glow that almost makes you want to stay here forever.
>Well, after everything that's happened, you really wouldn't mind a surrogate big brother...

>An impatient muffled tapping sound catches your attention, not unlike a rattan cane on wood, the familiar sound sending shivers down your spine.
>Suddenly, feeling a lot less comfortable on the couch, you gingerly rise to your feet, wincing as your torn up feet make contact with the carpet.

>>28066582

>A sharp stab of pain surging through your left knee brings an unwelcome reminder of yesterday, your knee a swollen angry red underneath the layer of heather gray cotton covering your lower body.
>Yawning, you start limping around the house, keeping your footsteps as quiet as possible, thick socks and years of treading softly rendering your steps completely inaudible.
>A cursory glance in the kitchen shows you nothing out of the ordinary—as far as you can tell, that is—the sparse illumination filtering in through the blinds giving an almost forgotten look to the place, small specks of dust disturbed by your presence dancing in the rays of light.
>With a quick glance around, you sneak over to the radio, carefully inspecting the modest black cube, carefully setting the volume to the bare minimum.
>You press the power button with a silent click and the speaker comes to life.

https://youtu.be/j6P5qLCYiWw

>Soft, pleasant music—not unlike what you listened to during breakfast—starts quietly echoing through the kitchen, a deep male voice singing a song about longing and kisses, the whole house instantly feeling more alive.
>With a tiny smile playing on your face, you limp out of the kitchen, a sudden rush of confidence brought on by the music, your steps now a little more steady, your back just a bit straighter.
>Absentmindedly drumming your palms on your thighs, you try humming along, your butchery of the—presumably classic—tune not dulling your enthusiasm in the slightest.
>Walking back to the living room, you take a look around, scanning the room, the tapping still as insistent—and hard to place—as before.
>With a sigh, you begin walking around the room, taking note of where the tapping seems to be the loudest, occasionally peeking under chairs and tables.

>>28066610

>After a few minutes, you are a lot more frustrated and none the wiser.
>The steady, twice-a-second rhythm is now seriously getting on your nerves.
>You slump down on the couch and sigh, doing your best to ignore the muffled noise, the sound almost seeming as it would come from... above?
>You stand up again and cast a furtive glance at the staircase door, realization and anxiety dawning on you almost simultaneously, your heart starting to beat just a little faster.
>After quickly, almost instinctively, looking around—why, you're not quite sure—you silently limp to the white oak door, nervously swallowing saliva as you realize just how much you're actually sweating.
>...
>You probably shouldn't go up there.
>It's not your home, and it's most definitely not your bedroom.
>If Anon finds out you've been up there, he'll probably...
>...
>Probably what?
>That guy wouldn't hurt you, not even if you begged for it.
>Besides, it's probably just an alarm clock—or something else—that he forgot to turn off.
>It won't take more than a minute.
>And, you might even find out something interesting about him...
>...
>Your muscles tensing and your heart hammering anxiously, you grab the doorknob with your clammy right hand and turn, trying your best to ignore the foreboding feeling churning in your stomach.
>This really doesn't feel right...
And that is it for today.
Sorry, folks, I got so caught up in writing those future scenes that I almost forgot about the rest.

I guess today's lesson is never trust a tweaker.

Still, Duane resumes on the 6.8.2016, exact times will be specified later.

Also, big ups to >>28064757 for proofreading.

I'll go take some benzos and wish for sleep.

With love,
-me

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>>28066723
>4 days
don't do this to me man

>>28066723
Are you saying she's a tweaker?

>>28067050
Moos is the tweaker bud

>>28066723
If you need another pair of eyes later, I'm free for proofreading for the next eternity or so.

>>28067078
whaaaa

>>28067012
Uh it's just 2 days Anon

>>28066111
there actually a lot of straightshit in the recent greens, or just outright no shipping at all in some of them.

>>28067871
5 6 7 8

get out europoor

Pretty heterosexual desu

>>28067899
5 6

Unless August has become the sixth month.

>>28067899
DD.MM.YY you retarded americunt.

>>28045702
tell me how to cock a Glock and I'll call you god

>>28069176
I took it to mean she racked the slide.

Swoop

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So how about that Gilda story

Panic save.

Save

Gotta bring this thread back for the MangoMan.

>>28070428
And the conclusion to the Butters thread.

Had a nightmare where Jeff's dad wrote the ending and jipped us big time.

Jeff where are you m8?

>>28070428
>>28070742
>>28070850
Back, sorry, was drawing. Gonna get to writing.

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>>28070930

>>28070930
What were you drawing?

>>28071009
A lolit twilight playing MtG. I'll link it here when it's posted.

>>28046286
>You snap back to reality after a second of shock, the sudden violence of the shot's report making you reflexively throw yourself in front of Rainbow
>Gilda lowers her weapon and charges in, hand going to her belt
>Fluttershy's dad, meanwhile, lets go of his daughter's neck as he falls to the ground, gasping in pain
>His face is bleached white with shock and pain, and his hands scrabble over the wound in a vein attempt to staunch the bleeding
>Gilda throws herself on top of him, rolling him onto his stomach
>He attempts to resist for a moment, but Gilda pins his arm behind his back and forces him to the ground
>Skillfully, she locks the cuffs around his wrists
>Fluttershy staggers away from the scene, her hands over her mouth
>To her own credit, she doesn't look away, even as Gilda attempts some emergency medical treatment to the wound she administered
>She produces a thick gauze pad, takes Fluttershy's dad's knee in her hands, and shoves the material directly into the wound
>He emits a low, pathetic moan, and goes limp from the pain
>Gilda jumps back to her feet once he's restrained and in no danger of bleeding out, glancing between you, Dash, and Fluttershy
>"Is anyone hurt?"
"Yeah."
>You pull the towels away from Dash just enough to expose the gash on her belly
>Gilda nods
>"I'm gonna call an ambulance for him. Once they get him patched up, we'll take him back to the station. I'll get you three to the hospital myself."
>She radios the dispatcher, stepping closer to Fluttershy's dad just in case
>Dash groans, her eyes fluttering open
>"Hey, dude... what the hell is goin' on..."
"We're gonna get you to a hospital. Just relax, alright?"
>"Nah, man... don't need a hospital... I'll just sleep this one off..."
"Alright. You do that."
>Dash passes back into unconsciousness

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>>28071103
>Dash passes back into unconsciousness
HAPPENIN' HAPPENIN' HAPPENIN'

>Skillfully, she locks the cuffs around his wrists
Also, FUCK YEAH!

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>>28071103
>Dash passes back to unconsciousness.

Scuffy is back run for your lives.

>>28071290
Oh Shit!

Jeff, if this somehow gets removed, please upload what you have done and the ending in a pastebin or AO3

>>28071309
I doubt this'll get removed, since we're not going anything against the rules. But yeah, if it does, I'll put this up on pastebin, or start like a Skype group or something to share updates.

>>28071103
>The ambulance finally arrives, and Fluttershy's dad is carted off, still cuffed and unconsciousness
>Gilda wipes a hand across her forehead
>"Alright. Let's go."
>She helps you carry Rainbow out to the car, setting her gently in the back seat
>Unfortunately, that only leaves room for one of you to sit in the car with her
>You and Fluttershy glance at each other, the same thought process running through both your heads
>After what she just went through, there's no way in hell you can just leave her alone
>But you also can't just let Dash be taken to the hospital by herself...
>By some miracle, another car turns onto the street
>It zooms towards the house as if driven by a maniac, tires screeching on the asphalt as it mounts the curb before coming to a stop
>A very, very flustered Harshwhinny jumps out
>"Where are they? Are they hurt? For the love of God, please tell me they're not--"
>She spots you and Fluttershy inside
>"Oh, thank heaven!"
>She sprints inside, grabbing you in one arm and Fluttershy in the other
>You don't think you've ever been hugged so tightly in your entire life
"Ma'am? Are you alright?"
>She nods, and you can feel tears seeping into your shoulder
>"I'm so sorry. I never should have left, I never should have left, I never should have left... oh my God, I'm so sorry..."
>She nuzzles you and Fluttershy, shaking
>"I'm so glad you're okay..."

>>28071351
Or even a Discord?

>>28066610
>Louis Armstrong
My nignog

>>28071103
>Twilight playing Magic.
I want to play EDH with Twilight Sparkle, then have her refuse to ever play with me again because I play stax.

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>>28071351
And now the happy memories and fun summer days can begin.

>>28071506
Unless Dash dies from blood loss.

>>28071525
>Dash dies of blood loss
>Anon gets depressed and seeks solace in Butters
>Butters gets too depressed because she blames herself for Dash's death
>Butters leaves Anon
>Being Anon is suffering.

>>28071525
She'll be fine, just hospitalized for a while.

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>>28071541

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>>28071546
Y-yeah. What is there to worry about? She'll be fine, right?

>>28071369
Or that. Would only be a last resort, though, if the thread gets b&.

>>28071351
>"Wait..."
>She looks around
>"Where's Rainbow?"
>You gesture towards the police car, and Ms. Harshwhinny immediately lets go of the two of you, sprinting over to the vehicle
>"Oh no, oh no..."
>She places a hand over her mouth, her face blanching
>"She's... she's going to be okay, right?"
>Gilda nods
>"She'll be fine. Just a few nasty scratches. I'm gonna take her to the hospital."
>"Hospital! Right! Can I help?"
>"Um..."
>Ms. Harshwhinny starts to chew on her perfectly-filed nails
>"Please! There has to be something I can do, right? Right?"
>You step up behind her, and lay a hand on her shoulder
>She flinches, sweat already beginning to break out across her forehead
>You glance between the Gilda's car and hers, and she gets your hint

>The ride to the hospital feels a lot longer than the ten minutes it takes
>Harshwhinny keeps muttering to herself the entire time
>"Stupid, stupid, stupid... never should have left them alone... terrible as a guardian... stupid, stupid..."
>You try to say something comforting, but now that the immediate threat of Fluttershy's father is gone, worry is starting to overtake you
>You should have seen through Dash's tough-girl act earlier
>What if she's seriously hurt?
>What if... what if she doesn't make it?

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>>28071597
>>You should have seen through Dash's tough-girl act earlier
>>What if she's seriously hurt?
>>What if... what if she doesn't make it?

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>>28071597
Jeff, you immense bastard, if you continue to play with my feels I swear I'll continue to read your high-quality works and feel sad

>>28054107
>G42
>service pistol

Sure, if your servicemen are house elves.

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>>28071168
>And the ambers are dead.
>ambers.
kek, all that work going into that pic and then whoever made it just shits the bed with that right off the bat

>>28071597
>Fluttershy seems to pick up on your nervousness
>You feel her hand slip into yours, her tiny, gentle fingers wrapping around your palm
>In her face, you see the same worry you feel, except magnified
>Poor girl's been through way more than she deserves...
"Hey."
>"Hey."
"You gonna be alright?"
>She nods, though you can feel her hand is shaking like a tiny, nervous bird
>"You?"
"I think so."
>"And Dash?"
"I... I really hope."
>You squeeze Fluttershy's hand back
>She scoots up against you, leaning her head on your shoulder
>Outside, the rain has finally let up, though the sun still hasn't yet begun to poke through the leftover veil of washed-out clouds
>Neither you nor Fluttershy have anything more to say to each other; at this point, you're not even sure there is anything *to* say
>But the two of you hold each other, just your presence providing enough comfort to keep the other steady as you speed towards the hospital

Alright, leaving off here. A bunch of different social obligations popped up in the last hour or so, so I'm not entirely sure when I can get back to updating. Hopefully, though it will be soon.

>>28071837
RIP

>>28071837
>>You feel her hand slip into yours, her tiny, gentle fingers wrapping around your palm
hhnggg

>>She nods, though you can feel her hand is shaking like a tiny, nervous bird
HHNGG

>>28071841
To Dash or Jeff?

>>28071837
>Dash is going to make a fully recovery but, one of the cuts were deep enough to damage her uterus causing her to be infertile.
>She never told Anon that one of her biggest wishes is to be a mother.

>>28072107
>inb4 she gets flutters to carry for her

>>28072107
Stop!

>>28072107
pls no.

>>28072121
>>28072136
Don't worry, Anon, Dash and Flutters will be one big happy family with Fluttershy doing all the birthing.

>>28071837
I'm gonna be kinda mad if Fluttershy's dad manages to escape a hospital. They keep prisoners cuffed to beds there and a cop posted to keep an eye on them.

>>28021347
Fucking hell
Why does neet luna end. I want more.
More. MORE
Please writefag, continue this story, i love it.

>>28072320
He's not a writefag he is Jeff.

>>28072281
If they do that, I really hope Anon goes Kirito on his ass and kick him so hard in the parking lot Flutterdad shits himself

>>28072398
JUST
FUCKING
SHOOT HIM

>>28072322
I was tzlking to the guy who wrote it

>>28072418
Then we get "muh michael brown"

>>28072420
He is that guy.

Alright, who here's getting the tissues ready?

Because either way, we're gonna be crying at the end of this story.

>>28072438
Justice for Mike Shy is
Justice for us all

>>28072107
>>28072114
Oh God yes

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>>28072107
>>28072114
This should not expand dong, but it do

>>28072107
>>28072114
Yall faggots have a very creative imagination.

>>28075910
Ye

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>>28072281
>https://youtu.be/NOSIm79iXzM
>Your wife died giving birth.
>Brat's all you have left and all that you're stuck with.
>Kid looks so much like *her*
>You can't take it!
>You keep that fucking hair short.
>Life's in fucking shambles, hospital fucked you in the ass with the bills.
>Can barely pay that plus the shithole of a house, regular bills AND food on just one salary now that she's gone.
>Then there's that damn rabbit!
>Who'd a thought such a small piece of shit cost so much to keep!?
>At least the brat pipes down when you threaten it.
>Now this faggot ass kid shows up.
>Sees the fucking place, probably get social services on your ass.
>Why did it have to be a boy!? Thinking he's hot shit, bringing the brat presents, does he know!?
>Fucking white knight piece of shit will take the last piece of her away from you!
>Forced to get the police involved.
>Motherfuckers side with THEM.
>Have to get that damn brat back yourself.
>Break into the school, see where that little fucker lives and leave, shoulda pulled the brat out of school.
>Fucking kid's not there! And from a picture you see, that little faggot fancies himself a Casanova.
>Track down that fucking dyke. Demand to know where the brat is.
>Little slut starts acting like a bigshot, taunting you!
>You teach that kid some fucking manners.
>Dumb cunt doesn't even realize you followed her to where the fuck they're keeping the fucking brat.
>Bust the fucking door down, brat talks back to you. YOU!
>Him and that fucking dyke turned the little shit against you!
>Now the fucking cops are here!?
>Don't point that shit at me you bitch, they're the ones that fucking kidnapped the brat!
>Get fucking shot.
>That pain sobers your ass real quick.
>You give one last glare, the brat's fucking worthless, and you made sure it's known.

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>>28076408

>https://youtu.be/jYjB-DKDrbs
>Wake up to familiar sound of hospital equipment
>Your clothes are replaced by a gown
>Handcuffed to the bed
>Leg's fucked up
>You hear a cop outside the door
>The quiet of the room is deadened by the constant dripping of the IV
>You know those fuckers will press charges.
>They'll take custody of the brat
>They'll seize your shit to pay the fines
>Probably have to do hard time too
>You shake in anger as the heart rate monitor starts beeping faster
>You can only picture the smug look of those fucking bitches!
>Especially that motherfucker!
>After all the shit you went through, after you managed to get some traction back into your life after years, that little faggot shows up and ruins it all in the span of a fucking week!
>The only person that gave the world some sense is long dead
>That ungrateful piece of shit turned against you
>You have nobody to turn to
>Soon you'll have nothing
>You're all alone now...
>The monitor settles down back into a steady rhythm
>Every beat from it reminds you of the day it all went to shit
>Supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but all you can remember is the wailing, the panicking, the pale look of your wife, blood fucking everywhere
>But what stayed with you the clearer was that fucking beeping
>You recall how it wouldn't just shut the fuck up until it just went flat
>You beat the shit out of the doctor the moment he declared "time of death"
>You look at the door. You can feel your blood boil.
>The beeping doesn't stop
>They forced your fucking hand; this shit ain't over, not until you cave in the little bastard's fucking face!
>You pull out the IV and lube your hand with its contends, blood painting it red as some of the skin gets flayed as you pull free.
>You sit up; tear the rest of the crap from your body
>The beeping goes flat
>Just like that day
>You grit your teeth and fight through the pain
>Nothing left to lose
>Knock knock motherfucker
>https://youtu.be/rNWWJKiyOF8