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Nightly Scilight Thread #131

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Gingerbread Cookies Edition
Previous thread: >>28970769
Archive of /nst/ greentext stories:
http://pastebin.com/u4qftzj5

Tips for potential writefags:
http://pastebin.com/V1ujiyJt
http://pastebin.com/whCQ2GpX
http://pastebin.com/bnMmZ2T3

Updated Wiki: http://nst.wikia.com/wiki/NST_Wikia thanks to NoHooves for updating it

All Human Twilight Sparkle content, such as greentext stories, art and discussion go here.

The original prompt:
>"Uhhh, mmm... Anon? W-what are you doing after school?"

Writefagging, drawfagging, discussion, and other SciTwi-related content are highly encouraged during "down time". New green, drawings, etc. are highly encouraged during these times
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Also I would like to make an apology
last thread I promised I would make a starlight story, I never did because the last two weeks have been extra chaotic
I'm sorry that I was unable to do that but I still have plans to finish it and post it
thanks for understanding
jojo is a shit
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Tomorrow is the last day of the semester, so stuff IRL for me will finally calm down.

BoringLight will be returning in a couple days, with more comfy adventures now that Twi and Sun are back together. Be prepared for *lots* of make-up cuddles.

In addition, RariTwi and TreeTwi will both be finishing up soon, and SugarVamp will be entering its next arc.

Wew, that's a lot. See you all soon
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I guess this is the place to post this since it's a Scitwi thread.
Her name is Ashwood Nightfall. Daughter of Scitwi and Timber.
R8, h8, call it b8
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>>29041362
I was actually wondering what happened to you. Good to hear you are alive, JoJo.
Now, the real question is: Where the fuck is Chronos?
>>29041492
>This whole post
I'm in heaven.
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Here's that pastebin again for ya'll that missed those last few posts of the Starlight special I was writing.

http://pastebin.com/FnNwm1x9

Ya'll can likely expect for me to continue BBSA Act III: REVELATIONS fairly soon as well!
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>>29041520
That hair is vaguely familiar
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>>29041539
I don't know who that is but I think the artist was trying to make it resemble Timber's skully. I think she did a good job.
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>>29041521
I hear he got the pokemon autism fever and disappeared into his man cave to shiny hunt...
But that's just a rumor.
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>>29041520
>My daughter's daughter.
New meme
Too bad Timber was killed from a shotgun blast for going out with a teen and being a rapist.
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>>29041585
I hope you grew a beard along with that shiny.
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>>29041638
No. Ishi confirmed they are only about 1 year apart. Perfectly normal.
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>>29041647
I'm in the process of growing my winter beard yes.
Pic mostly unrelated
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>>29041492
Are you going to keep making Call of C'thulu videos with other writefags? I've really enjoyed the comedy horror and silly characters. OP took that gopher like a champ.

It's still pretty surprising just how autistic EQGWF is irl. Does she ever play anything that isn't an insane little girl?
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>>29041977
EQGWF is playing a autistic Trixie
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>>29041977
Considering she plays a loli psion in Chronos' DnD game, I'm gonna go with a solid 'no' on that one, anon.
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>>29042232
Game Grumps is shit without JonTron but twilight is pretty cute in that style
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>>29041995
Violet Blackmore is in no way Trixie. For starters, Trixie is a full functioning adult who is always right, she is Internet famous, she loves her parents and she has mastered the arts of the katana.

And Violet Blackmore is a teen who has daddy issues and along with the treatment of her mother she has entered a gothic phase (It's totally not a phase though.) as a means to cope with that. Also, she thinks katanas are boring.

>>29041866
This pleases me.
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>>29042398
Oh, and I forgot, Trixie is rich.
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>>29042398
EQG, stop trying to deny the autism. You played the same character in three campaigns so far. You also write Autism Trixie into literally everything.

Honestly, I'm surprised Jeff keeps bringing you into games when all you do is try to pull this nonsense and bitch at him.
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>>29042398
>Violet Blackmore is a teen who has daddy issues

She's 12
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>>29042583
>12
She goes to bars and drinks and has a job. No way she's 12.
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>>29042570
Honestly the two aren't even comparable. Trixie is lovable : ^ )
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>>29042570
>Implying I am EQGWF
I am just an anon, anon, and I am just stating the facts.
Also, Jeff loves the autism.
It seems to me you are just a salty "no fun allowed" kind of guy

>>29042583
Ah, yes, I forgot, she sounded so mature that I thought she was older.

>>29042612
You should listen to the podcast, friendo.
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>>29041492
Tell me about PDEs, Jeff.
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>>29041977
Yeah, they'll keep happening. Part 2 of this adventure should be coming in a couple days.

>>29042632
They're p bad, my dude.

>>29042570
Ha! She's a super convenient Jar Jar Binks for the group. And, as we all know, Jar Jar was the key to everything.
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>>29042624
Fun is one thing, being an autist "I'm the new Old Man Henderson" nuisance is another. The fact Jeff let Trixie kill a monster with a katana is bad enough.

I'm pretty sure you're EQG so I'd just ask that you tone down the sperg stuff. Literally how any of the writefags deal with you, especially Jeff as DM, I have no idea. You can deny being autistic all you want but your actions speak very loudly.
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>>29042697
>comparing me to Jar Jar
I tried to stay out of this but you're just going way too far now. Stop slandering my good name in this thread >:^

There's nothing autistic about me, this is my first post in the thread, I am very smart and eat good food and am in peak physical condition and have zero autism (a doctor has told me this all just repeating it). Ask anyone, my jokes are very funny and I'm good at RP and very creative.

You're right about me being the key to everything though.
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>>29042716
>being an autist "I'm the new Old Man Henderson"

Firstly, Old Man Henderson was WaffleHouseMillionaire's way of dealing with a shit DM and getting revenge. It wasn't about blatantly trying to break the game, it was using a character that was incredibly complicated in the backstory department to deliberately fuck with a shit DM for screwing the players over for literally no reason, other than them being a shit DM that doesn't know how to run a game.

Secondly, the only one who has even tried to do that in any official capacity, to emulate WHM, is me in Chronos' DnD game, and I stopped that shit plan when I realized that what I was doing was kind of being dickish and Chronos is actually pretty chill.

Learn your fucking memes and /tg/ stories, newfag.
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>>29042716
And as I have told you time and again, anon, you are the autist, your obsession falls pretty high on the spectrum.
Any of the other writefriends will be able to tell you that I am not Ekwig.
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>>29042697
>EQG immediately proves that you're right
i was almost about to say that the jarjar thing was a little harsh
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>>29042716
If I wasn't cool with the antics, I wouldn't let them happen. I enjoy a little good-hearted 'tism from time to time.

>>29042782
Case in point.
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>>29042782
>peak physical condition
Are you sure he didn't say "weak physical condition"?
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>>29042786
>Old Man Henderson
I am reading this because I got curious. Man /tg/ has the best things.
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>>29041539
Did they finally add more girls to that game? I was beginning to think the day would never come.
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>>29044640
>Night Light looks down on the shimmigrant.
/ourguy/
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+{]:^)
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move aside, bitches
best waifu comin through
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>>29045567
she can count to appul
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>>29045567
Approved.
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>>29047206
That must be the most uncomfortable shit ever to walk around.
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>>29045567
That's not Shamwow
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>>29047253
That's wrong because she gives her anons cancer.
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>>29047258
It's worth getting cancer to be with someone so great
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>>29047274
At least best girl gives me shark DNA.
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>>29047274
I will be honest here, I like Sunset most of the time. In fact, one of the only times I ever masturbated to a green was one where she had a dick. I also liked her character more when she was a bitch.
Other than that, SciTwi is best girl.
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>>29047274
Id fuck sunset
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>>29047533
I would fuck your son's mother.
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>Bringing Trixie to one of Treehugger's parties was a mistake
>You haven't been smoking long, but you've still met your fair share of the "bad" marijuana users
>You've met everything from those philosophy-dropouts who endlessly prostelitize about their "enlightened" view of the world, to the paranoid fucks who start to barricade the door because they heard police sirens on TV
>But you've never met anyone quite like Trixie
>Mostly because she WON'T STOP TALKING
>"Dude, Twilight..."
>Trixie shambles up to you, her eyes so red they're practically glowing
>You're busy trying to derive Einstein's conception of relativity from Galilean mechanics, something that always comes easier when you're under the influence
>But Trixie bumps you so hard you drop the pencil, then plops down next to you on the couch
"Not now, Trixie! This is important!"
>"I know it is, dude! Trixie just had the *coolest* idea ever! What if--"
>She takes a deep breath
>You're about to clamp your hands over your ears, but she grabs ahold of them and holds them against her chest
>"What if we made a movie together!"
"That's a terrible idea."
>"It is a very un-terrible idea, because Trixie thought up the coolest plot ever! You know what a monster truck is, right?"
"Uh... yeah?"
>"Well, Trixie was thinking, how trippy would it be -- or, as Trixie likes to say, how Trip-xie would it be --"
>Trixie elbows your ribs
>You don't laugh
>"...if we made a movie about monster trucks, but it's an actual monster! Inside of a truck!"
"I expect nothing but the stupidest, most asinine bullshit from you, Trixie, and you still manage to exceed my expectations."
>"G-guh!? How do you not think this is cool? Just imagine it! There's a truck, right? And instead of driving it, they capture a fucking GIANT SQUID and make the squid fuse with the car, and then they drive around in a squid car!"
>Trixie's hyperventilating now
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>>29047954
"Trixie, sometimes I wonder if you have the actual capacity for thought, of if you're just the living avatar of some primordial god of bad ideas."
>"Trixie is none of those things! Trixie is an artistic genius! Mark Trixie's words, Twilight Sparkle!"
>Trixie finally lets go of your hands, jumping to her feet and posing in front of you
>"Trixie's idea is brilliant and amazing, and it's going to be made into a movie that'll air all across the the world! Millions will appreciate Trixie's art!"
"I'm sure they will."
>"You don't understand! It's a squid in a car! TRIXIE IS SO ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!"
>Finally, you manage to clamp your hands over your ears to shut her out
>Stupid Trixie, and her stupid ideas

>It's been two years since that night
>You get home from school and plop onto the couch, exhausted
>Another day of listening to Trixie, and her terrible ideas
>You honestly have no idea how she still functions, being so dumb
>Chuckling to yourself, you flick on the TV to watch some little-girls' shows

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQGawWqJdfs

>...oh
>Oh no
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>>29047975
Is the movie "good"?
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>>29047975
Trixie would be the most fun to get high with
best high girl other than treehugger
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>>29047975
Thank you Jeff
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>>29047975
Does this take place after Treehugger and Twilight are already amazing stoner lesbians for each other?
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>>29048726
It's a flick
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>>29044767
best dad 2016
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>>29048977
Ah, so in /v/ terms it's an 8/10 game.
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Flatlight is the best light
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>>29049654
It is. I like pig disgusting cow tits as much as Chronos, but I love the feeling that a flat chest can give a man.
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>>29049762
Might as well go full trap fag at that point
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>>29050024
Who says I haven't?
It's not gay as long as you do it ironically.
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>>29050118
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>>29050442
It does.

I will blogpost a little:
When I was in kinder (it was in a daycare at my mom's work), at the time we were told to sleep, I had foot sex with a female friend of mine who was my same age (not rape, I mean, we were both 5 year olds) we did this on a daily basis, and she also sucked me off once. 5 year old me was such a fucking alpha and now I am an idiot who can't talk to another human without spilling spaghetti. I managed to have friends, by bringing them down to my level of degeneracy, they were good people before. I am literally male Tomoko.

Fucking kill me.
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>>29050568
Also
>inb4 EQGWF.

I am not.
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Hey dudes. If anyone is bored, some new CoC is starting at nine-ish.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c4HEiqt-eE
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>>29050982
I was actually hoping you would do the game today since I have a test on Wednesday.
I love you, goy.
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>>29049762
Even I keep Twi flat, I'm not a monster!
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>>29051198
flat twi is good
busty moondancer is better
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>>29051686
Can't argue there
REALLY wish there was more non pleb tier moondancer art out there, I have very little Moondancer art that isn't just super models with her general look.
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>>29051686
Too bad Moon is a shit character. But I agree, the big tits fit the character.
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>>29052215
Twi abuse stands for immediate deportation.
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>>29050982
Oh man good session guys pretty fun
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So, the other day I had an orgasm while drinking coffee and yesterday I had a three hour boner I think I need to go to the hospital.
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>>29053620
Wut
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>>29053929
Just did some research, I don't know about the boner, but turns out spontaneous orgasms are triggered by stress.
Who would have thought?
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>>29054472
I wish I was SciTwi to make a keikaku to kill a) Twilight for rustling my jamales and probably blueballing me more than once; and b) Sunset, for allowing the blueballing to happen and being a bad waifu.
I then would go with the stylish slut known as Rarity and we would live happily ever after.
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I wanna draw a picture. It's basically Twilight and three other characters dressed as FF XV chars. Who would be the three companions accompanying....princess.....Twilight.....
Holy shit that would make so much sense
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>>29055040
Sunset, Moondancer, Starlight.
I would say something about the game but this isn't /v/, so I will leave the shitposts for that board.
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>>29055067
You were about to shitpost about the game? You're weird
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>>29055067
>Starlight
>Not Rarity.
This was a shitpost in itself
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>>29055117
Starlight is better than sluthorse
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>>29055224
Have you played the game? There's the MC, the "little brother" the "Wildman big Brother"" and the "fancy sophisticated one".
Rarity fits it to a T.
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>>29055117
When I posted I thought of that, also adding some AJ instead of bacon, but I don't normally delete posts.
>>29055111
This song will illustrate the mindset of /v/, by proxy, my mindset:
https://youtube.com/watch?v=j5CBhPDQDr4
The other day we had a porn thread until it hit 600 replies and 100 pics in like an hour
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Hey dudes. More Twi x Tree coming in hot.

http://pastebin.com/u9euM6Vh

>”So, Ms. Sparkle?”
>Despite your best efforts to keep a low profile during Ms. Cheerilee’s class, she goes right to you when asking for progress updates
>”How’s your project going?”
“It’s, um… w-we’ve been attempting to begin our p-preliminary r-research.”
>Your teacher gives an approving nod
>”That’s good to hear. Ms. Treehugger, do you have anything to add?”
>Treehugger leans back in her chair, propping her feet up on her desk
>She snaps finger-guns at Ms. Cheerilee, grinning
>”It’s rad.”
>Though she hides it well, you can swear your teacher is about to roll her eyes
>”That’s, um… also great to hear! Anyway, back to the lesson…”
>You turn around in your chair to glare at her
>She flashes you a thumbs-up

>After class, as is your custom, you make your way down to the basement to eat lunch by yourself
>The cafeteria is too full, and if you eat outside, someone might ask you to join in a game of Ultimate Frisbee
>Which, you know from experience, is a recipe for abject humiliation
>So you find your familiar spot between two dilapidated book-cases, take a seat, and plop your lunchbox in your lap
>Your surroundings are dusty-gray and dark, so you keep your eyes on the ground while you open the box
>There’s not much inside: just a granola bar and a bag of Cheez-Its you threw inside before you and Treehugger left
>As you eat them, you can’t help but with your mom was still capable of making you lunches, like she used to
>Lazy footsteps at the end of the hall startle you out of your musings
>Looking up, you can see a dim, dreadlocked figure sauntering towards you through the dim halls
>”Dude. Twi, you down here?”
“W-what are you doing here?”
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>>29055614
>”Gah!”
>She jumps, spinning in a circle
>”Dude, don’t freak me out like that. Where are you?”
“I’m…”
>This is your chance to get rid of her, you realize
>You could just keep silent, and she’d probably wander around forever looking for you
>But Internal Twilight, dumb precocious little fuck that she is, takes over your speech faculties
“I’m r-right here.”
>”Where? I can’t see you, dude.”
>Treehugger freezes in her tracks
>”Are… are you a ghost?”
“W-what?”
>”Oh, shit. That’s it, isn’t it? You’re a ghost, and you only exist on fateful days when I come looking for you. This is, like, where you died, and now I’ve intruded on your sacred lair. Whoa, dude, I’m *so* sorry—“
“I’m r-right here, you idiot! Look d-down!”
>Treehugger finally spies your hiding place
>”Oh! Hey!”
>She takes a seat across from you, opening up a sack filled with veggie sandwiches, apples, multiple bags of chips, and what looks like half a cabbage.
>”Is it a ghost rule that you have to stay there? Because that looks *super* uncomfortable!”
“I’m not a ghost, you s-s-stupid moron!”
>”Hah. Whatever you say, ‘totally-alive Twilight Sparkle.’”
>She pulls out the half a cabbage and starts to eat it raw
>”Man, dude, you have no idea how this is good. Sorry you don’t get to know what it’s like to eat, being noncorporeal and all—“
>Treehugger notices the tiny bag of Cheez-Its in your lap
>”Oh! Food! You’re not a ghost at all!”
“T-that’s what I was trying to say!”
>”You gotta quit leading me on like that, man. It ain’t cool to play with a girl’s emotions that way.”
“Y-you… I h-h-hate you so much.”
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>>29055640
>”And I love you in return, my dude. Gotta keep that balance, right?”
>She clasps her hands together, and bows
>You throw your empty Cheez-It bag at her
>It bounces right off her dumb dreadlocked head
>”What’s wrong, dude?”
“N-nothing! I just don’t w-w-want to be bothered!”
>”…oh.”
>Treehugger folds her legs up under herself, sitting cross-legged
>”Am I messing stuff up for you? Because if I am, I can leave.”
“I… I d-didn’t mean it like that!”
>Treehugger looks genuinely hurt; or, as genuinely hurt as she can look in her perpetual drug-stupor
“I j-just… what do you always s-s-say such dumb, a-asinine stuff?”
>”Dumb? What’s dumb about it?”
“It d-doesn’t make any sense!”
>”I mean, neither does a lot of what you say. At least, it doesn’t make sense to me. Because I don’t get it, I guess. But I still like listening to it.”
“W-wha… you d-do?”
>”Um, yeah? Why do you think I asked Ms. Cheerilee to put us in the same project group?”
“T-that was you!?”
>”Uh, yeah.”
“W-w-why?”
>”Because you’re a genius?”
>Your mouth works wordlessly
>A soft, tender moment stretches between the two of you, in which the only sound you hear is the hammering of your own heart
>Well, along with Treehugger chewing on her giant cabbage
“A… g-genius?”
>”Yeah? Like, I mean, you kinda are. Right?”
“I… I have n-no idea. N-no one calls me anything l-like that.”
>”No one? Aren’t you, like, top of the class and stuff?”
“Well y-yeah, but none of that r-r-really matters. I’m j-just good at taking tests.”
>You shake your head
“T-that’s not important. I d-don’t want to talk about myself. It f-f-feels weird.”
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>>29055668
>”Oh, alright.”
>Treehugger takes another huge bite of cabbage, speaking through a mouthful of chewed leaves
>”I’m sorry if I’ve been bothering you, though. For real. I guess I just get excited, sometimes, when I’m around people I love.”
“…l-l-love?”
>”Yeah, man.”
>Treehugger makes a heart in front of her chest
>”Gotta surround yourself with people you love, right?”
“Oh, y-yeah. I get what you mean.”
>”Did I say something wrong?”
“N-no! I… n-no it’s c-c-cool.”
>Treehugger’s face suddenly lights up
>”Oh! I know what’s wrong! You barely brought anything for lunch, dude. You’re probably starving.”
“I m-mean, I…”
>”Here. I could stand to cut back.”
>She tosses you broccoli-and-tomato sandwich
“I, uh… a-are you sure? I don’t want to take—“
>”Nah, man. You like you could use some decent food, honestly.”
>Treehugger smiles
“Uh, y-yeah. Thanks.”
>You wolf down the sandwich in three bites; you honestly can’t remember the last time you tasted hand-made food, and it’s beyond delicious
>”You sure you’re alright, dude?”
“I’m f-fine!”
>You speak through a mouthful of sandwich, accidentally spraying crumbs all over Treehugger
“J-j-just, uh, t-thanks. For the f-food, and for t-t-talking to me. And I’m… I’m s-sorry for b-blowing up at you, earlier.”
>”Nah dude, it’s all good. You’re really passionate about the stuff you like. It’s really cool.”
>It’s difficult to make out the features of her face in the darkness, but you’re pretty sure you can see her smiling
>When you try to speak, your voice catches in your throat
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>>29055678
>All across your body, something warm and electrifying feels like it’s flowing across your skin
>It’s weird, and awesome, and terrifying, and you have absolutely no idea what the hell to do about it
>So you jump to your feet and start hastily packing your things
“Y-yeah. Anyway, uh… I s-should probably get back to c-c-class…”
>”Already, man?”
“I, uh… I n-n-need to, uh… g-g-get some work done! F-for the project!”
>”Oh, right. The project.”
“Y-you forgot already!?”
>”Of course not, man. I just wasn’t thinking about it.”
>For a second, your hands clench, and you’re ready to go off on Treehugger again
>But the taste of the food she shared with you still lingers on your tongue, and so you find your anger abating as quickly as it arose
>”I’ll be over at your house tonight, okay?”
“Y-you… alright.”
>You unclench your hands and drop your eyes to the ground, unable to meet Treehugger’s eyes
“I’ll s-see you tonight.”
>And then, before she can say anything else, you turn on your heels and sprint back up the stairs
>Your thoughts are in a whirl, and that strange electrical feeling still covers you
>When you finally reach an empty classroom and collapse into a chair to catch your breath, you lay your head in your hands
>You should have told her, you know
>But you couldn't
>How could you have told her that that was the first time someone's told you they love you in seven years?

More coming soon!
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>>29055730
>How could you have told her that that was the first time someone's told you they love you in seven years?
Why must twilight always suffer so? At least treehugger is good for her, and to her.
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>>29055614
For being independent she is pretty lazy, that also explains why she is 95 pounds.
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>>29055640
Ah, that pic reminds me that I didn't like Tree Hugger at first, no one should get in the way of a bro like Discord and his waifu. But, she has grown on me.
>>29055730
>How could you have told her that that was the first time someone's told you they love you in seven years?
This feels like Shinji from Evangelion.
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So what do you guys think EQG 5 will be
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>>29057515
They go to college but they drop out to become a part of the PC police who will rise and cause a Civil War against all those who aren't special snowflakes. Trixie will end up saving the day by the power of autism and Magic The Gathering.
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>>29057515
Twilight will marry Timber and have his baby.
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>>29057689
Ah, yes, I also expect Hasbro shitposting once more. Too bad they wrote a child fucker as a boyfriend though.
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>>29057689
They become seniors, wear pretty dresses, cuck shimmigrants, and introduce a new one off character with barely any personality, who will be rainbowed the fuck out of, and I want to cum inside Iceman
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>>29058172
>spoiler
Who doesn't?
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>>29058285
Well, I am mixed on the subject, I know he is yandere about Jeff, and I dislike yandere characters so, personally, I want him to be cucked. You can make it double cucking if Jeff fucks one of his SciTwi dakimakuras
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>>29058369
Someone post the Jeff cucking Iceman with EQG picture
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>>29058525
I don't normally spoon-feed anons (I mean, it's literally in the last fucking thread), but I am feeling oddly generous.

Also, when I said that Jeff kinda looks like the drawing I didn't mean to say that he was ugly, it's just that the shape of his head kinda looks like that. He is quite good looking, if I was a little girl I would let him sniff my hair, maybe even impregnate me.
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>>29058628
That's a little too lewd, anon

Is iceman × jeff otp, or is jeff x eqg to cuck iceman otp?
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>>29058945
I would say that Jeff cucking IceMan with anybody is OTP, as long as it gets the job done.
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>>29058945
>>29058990
>>29058628
>>29058525
Okay, this thread is beyond saving with this kind of degeneracy. Shipping writefags? Really?

Fine, let's just ship all of them in an unholy mound of polyamory (except for Iceman who gets cucked). Drawfags get on it.
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>>29059546
>Okay, this thread is beyond saving with this kind of degeneracy. Shipping writefags? Really?
we did that 80 threads ago
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>>29059546
You faggots keep me out of this.
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>>29059631
Fine let's write fucking greentext about it then. Circlejerk over the writefags. You know, I always thought /nst/ was better than that. Some generals even have fucking writefags fucking one another in huge gay orgies at BronyCon. Everyone brings a horse dildo and they all just fuck each other's asses, like /ccg/ or /mlpg/.

Yeah, let's start shipping writefags. Jeff x EQG to cuck Iceman, Midzek x JC. Do whatever you want.

Just leave BBSA out of it. He's pure.
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>>29059691
What did I just fucking say.
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>>29059691
>Fine let's write fucking greentext about it then
we did that already
the pastebin seems to have been deleted but if you look in desuarchive you should be able to find it
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I wonder where Dot went
I really liked all of their stories
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>>29059707
"U-uh~ JC-sama, your beard is so big..."
>JC wrapped his arms around Midzek's waist, leaning in so far that his beard bristled tickled his ear
"Y-you're... you're s-so strong..."
>"I can be your Midnight Sparkle tonight, baby..."
>JC dragged his tongue along Midzek's neck, making his lover blush
>Reaching the lobe of his ear, he pursed his lips and whipsered his tender love note...
>"Zoz..."
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>>29059718
Writefag ship power ranking go!
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I can be shipped freely on the condition that you pay a fine of 1 reaction picture of your choice
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>>29059736
Top zozzle
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>>29059736
>>29059753
>NoHooves whips out a camera as the two begin their coitus, licking his lips
>"Oh yeah, dudes. I can't wait to upload this saucy salami to my Ubuntu-based USENET open source--"
>JC cuts him off
>"Nobody cares, fampai"
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>Be Anon browsing youtube.
>See "Ariana Grande: Trouble. Cover by Twilight Sparkle"
>Thinking it can't be the Twilight you know, you click on the thumbnail.
>It is Twilight. She's attempting to do a cover of this song and is failing horribly.
>Her Dancing is comparable to Chronos doing the Carlton, or Jeff Twerking.
>In fact those two are fucking b-boys compared to her.
>Scroll down and look at the comments.
>Holy shit. She has so many dislikes it looks like a finished cigerette, and some of these comments make Trump seem like Wayne Brady.


Do you tell her how shit her video was or boost her spirits and become an enabling ass nigga?
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>>29059822
the only names I recognize are Twilight, Jeff, and Chronos
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>>29059822
>Jeff Twerking
Unironically, he'd probably be good at it.

>Jeff will never twerk on eqg in front of iceman, breaking his cold heart like a Swedish cabinet
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>>29060079
>Jeff
>Spending any more time than necessary with EQG
Not even to cuck Iceman. Did you watch the last CoC video they made? Holy shit is EQG either the best method actor in the world, or the literal embodiment of Trixie.

I'm going to ship Jeff with BBSA. Manly bromance.
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>>29060195
Jeff and BBSA wod be beautiful
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>>29060195
>Holy shit is EQG either the best method actor in the world, or the literal embodiment of Trixie.
Hey, those last 20 minutes of shitposting caused by Ekwig were amazing.
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>>29059691
I might do a writefu shipping poll later today.
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>>29059822
>Chronos dancing.
You got me down Anon, I am a total fucking dork on the dance floor.
I enable her and join in for her next video, no point in killing innocent fun.
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>>29041346
>Twilight will never shove her cookie in your mouth...
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>>29059822
Tell her:
"It's shit."
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>>29059822
Turn the comment section into a discussion about sociopolitical issues, while displaying a strong dislike about Marxism and socialism and calling people cucks
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>>29060953
>cause game-derailing shitpost every 5 minutes
>play nothing but "autistic little girl with mommy problems who are surprisingly combat effective"
It's hilarious, sure, but damn is she a hassle to play with I'd bet. Autistic Trixie is less fun in real life.
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>>29061916
>Autistic Trixie is less fun in real life.
Actually, as someone who has been friends with a turbo autist who has speech problems I would say that I secretly hate him and I would trade him for Trixie in the blink of an eye.
The only shitposting that Ekwig did on the last game was calling Boris and Noris at the end of the game, the rest was actually pretty fun.
I want to protect Violet's smile.
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>>29061981
Are EQG and Ses writers for a different general or something? I've never seen them write on here.

Noris and Boris are the best.
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>>29062027
Ses wrote r9kLight. It was some random oneshot in the beginning of the thread that no one remembers.

Honestly, I have no idea who EQG is. She kind of just wandered in off the street one day, we gave her some Mac n' Cheese, and now she won't leave.
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>>29062027
Oh, neo-/nst/, never change.
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>>29062443
>we gave her some Mac n' Cheese
In a paper cup?
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>>29062027
>>29062559
I'm pretty sure the EQG part was a joke, and Ses is just a mutual friend who got invited, not an nst writefag
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>>29062577
And I thought cuck-sheds were only a joke, but we are in the current year.
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>>29062443
I can't tell which part is serious but okay. When are you playing more CoC?
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>>29062676
That's a good question. Scheduling issues might mean we don't play for a few days.
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Don't mind me, just shilling.
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>>29064376
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>>29041346
>Both Twilights want to fug the Shimmy

What do?
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>>29064881
I would do: >>29054789
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>>29058172
>>29058285
>>29058369
>>29058525
>>29058628
>>29058945
>>29058990
>>29059546
>>29059691
>>29060079
>>29060195

Where did this "I want to fuck Jeff" meme come from anyways?
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>>29041346
>Getting your waifu stolen by some Mexican Catholic outdoors dude with Marconi art
wew
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>>29065161
Are you pretending like the sexual tension between you two in the Only War podcasts wasn't palpable? It's so clear that you have that tsundere thing going on for him.

Shipping Jeff with the autistic Trixie clone to cuck you just seals the meme deal.
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>>29065161
I think it was you.
Around the time of the Fireball Z meme, I posted something like "IceMan has the hots for Jeff but Jeff is tsundere about it"
And you replied something like "yeah, and I am tsundere to Ekwig."
I just like to shitpost from time to time.
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>>29065559
By that measure I'm tsundere for everyone, because I hate everyone in that group with a passion.

>>29065597
Oh, yeah. Now I remember.
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>>29065559
>autistic Trixie clone
thats an insult to trixie, she is much less autistic than EQGWF
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>>29065559
>Trixie clone
I don't know why, but that is starting to rustle my jimmies.
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WALL
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>>29066761
BUILD IT
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>>29066971
NOW
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>>29050024
>>29050118
>futa
faggy as hell
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>>29068066
DOT!
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>>29068087
Who talked about futa? Anon, that's fucking disgusting.
Don't talk to me or my wife(male)'s son(female) ever again.
I was going to post a pic of Natalie Mars, but I don't know if that will get me banned.
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Story idea: Twilight seeks out a grief clown to help with her anxiety problems.
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>>29069447
>Plot twist.
The clown is an multiverse traveler seeking to fulfill the Sad Clown Prophecy.
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>>29069447
Imagine having this watch you at night
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDwR2CrdQDU

If anyone is bored, we'll be doing a podcast at 11 CDT. I promise it won't be as bad as the last one.
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>>29070435
It wasn't that bad, I mean, it was autistic, but it was fun.
Also, play Mogolovonio.
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>>29070820
Looks like sanic
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>>29070435
I postponed my suicide for this.
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>>29071172
Sorry, we're running a bit behind, due to me getting sick. But yeah, we're powering through. Should start in like 10 minutes.
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>>29071193
You should stop drinking, friend.
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>>29065779
Cuck memes always give me a hearty laught.
+{]:^)
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I'm gonna do it lads
I will marry the Shimmigrant
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>>29071674
Wrong general.
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>>29071823
Who am I supposed to marry then?
Trixie?
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>>29071826
Your wife's son.
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>>29071833
I don't have a wife nor a son, you dummy
That's the whole point
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>>29071839
>Wanting a son.
Nah, kids are shit.
Daughters are better, men are programmed to want girls instead of boys. That's the reason TLoU got so much praise in the first place, not that anyone noticed.
>Marrying
Nah.
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>>29071674
do it and ill marry twi
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>>29071674
>>29071860
So, you guys are going to share the shed, right?
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>>29071883
no
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>>29071883
>nonstop iceman cuck memes on the podcast
Makes me smile
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>>29071823
Its the right general
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>>29072751
For (You).
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>>29041346
Wasn't here for a couple of months. Any new straight romance stories?
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>>29074168
TrapLite, rape is a thing in this one. Written by Jeff
Another one written by Jeff set in space, can't remember the name though
A BBSA spin-off, and BBSA chapter 3 also has copulation.
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I just finished my last final
I feel so relieved
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>>29075298
>blogposting
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>>29075298
It really feels good.
>>29075637
>Implying blogposting is bad.
Your genes are a disgrace to our christian general.
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Board sure looks slow today.
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>>29076483
yeah
I think this would be the perfect time for some boringlight
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>>29071036
Reminds me more of Panty and Stocking
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>>29074305
traplite is amazing
we need more stories like that
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>>29077172
I agree, it has been too long since I felt righteous rage over a green.
>>29076867
If you are talking about the art style, I must say it looks nothing like Panty and Stocking.
>>29076877
>Sharing a scarf
That is retarded. It looks cute, but it's fucking retarded if you start thinking about it.
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Goodnight nst
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>>29076483
>SunsetSlaughter.jpg
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>>29077962
Sunny is pure
Do not hurt her
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>>29077331
It wasn't a good night. She was mean and she told me I was ugly.
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>>29078762
Im sorry
I hope things go well for you
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>>29079638
so lewd with the hand holding
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>>29079638
BEST
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>>29041346
What did she mean by this?
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>>29079703
You need to quote something for the meme to work, friend
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>>29079703
sunset can turn on and off a flashlight with her boobs and twilight cant

DFC is still better
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>>29079703
Boobs are fun, Anon
That's what she meant
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>>29078761
Illegal shimmigrants can never be pure.
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Just saw Rogue One. I must say it was pretty good, I think it's even better than Episode 4 or the same, at least.
I went to the cinema expecting an Episode 7 tier movie (as in, not bad, but just good enough to not be bad), and I left with a smile on my face.
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>>29080600
I wasnt that excited for rogue one, but all of the good things I've heard about it makes it sound great
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>>29078761
And the award for 'anon who hasn't read Cyberlight' goes to...
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>>29079703
>>29080348
Sunset's chest contain electro-sensitive organs. Touching them with a strong magnet can make her orgasm.
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>>29081245
I guess the electric chair is just a normal friday night for her.
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"Look good on me? But it’s underwear, nobody will see-oh. Oooooohhhh."
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>>29081426
>>29081440
>>29081459
>>29081501
Woah, like, calm down.
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>>29081519
Ignore him
Do it
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>>29081542
I mean, those pics can only trigger the Sunset General so you know what?
>>29081501
You just gave me an idea. Thanks fampalam.
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>>29081597
No, actually. But I am going to shitpost Sunlight pics in other thread.
Pics like those are posted literally 24/7 here, so you are wasting your time.
I just don't like wasting the image limit.
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>>29081624
Oh, well why didn't you just say that to begin with? I'll stop if it's for a good reason.
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But if you all don't want pics of them together, what DOES go in a Scilight thread?
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>>29081688
Scilight is a shit character on her own I agree.

You should migrate to this superior thread right here: >>29065604
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Crap, I just realized I confused SCILIGHT for SUNLIGHT. Disregard my earlier posts, for I am an idiot. Take these Headlights as an apology.
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>>29081688
we do want pictures of scilight, twilight, sunset, trixie, etc
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>>29081802
sunlight is ok here
its even in the OP
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>>29081776
I was going to shitpost on the Sunset General but the writefag there seemed like a pretty chill person.
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>>29081832
which one?
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>>29081843
BG9.
He is nice with the anons. I still dislike SSG, but that guy seems pretty chill.
Now, NTT is full of fags so it's easier to cope. I remember when I killed their thread, ah good times.
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>>29081410
How lewd
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>>29080810
This fag in pic related has one of the best scenes in the movie and possibly the entire saga.
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>>29079320
I was memeing, anon.
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>>29081688
>Brown
>Tumblr nose.
Disgusting. Burn your HDD. Shoot your family members and then shoot yourself in the dick.
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>>29041346
too cute
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>>29084510
Your mom is too cute.
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>>29084914
velvet is best mom
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>>29085259
Violet's mom is best mom
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>>29085965
Who id Violet?
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>>29085965
She truly wins the World's Best Mom tittle.
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>>29085965
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>>29086004
>doesn't watch Jeff's podcasts
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>>29086748
>Lloyd's face when Violet starts talking about her mom.
Pic related
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>>29041346
She just...shoves a burning hot cookie into Sunset's mouth?
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>>29088310
she is also holding the several hundred degree pan with her bare hands
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>>29088423
That's an oven mitt bro
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>>29088432
oh whoops
its a similar color and I assumed the white part was a wristband or something
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>>29088459
But still, it's just like...

"Fuckin' MYEH, stuff THIS shit in your piehole Sunset."

"AAAAAAAAAH! OH MY GOD TWILIGHT WHAT DA FUCK?! MUH FUCKIN' MOUFF!"

"Yeah that's the nutmeg you're tasting."
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>>29088524
"IS NOUT HE NOUME"

"Okay maybe I put too much nutmeg"
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>>29088524
>Nutmeg.
>In cookies.
Is that a thing?
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>>29088937
Well sure, ground nutmeg goes well with a lot of cookies.
You can put it in snickerdoodles, gingerbread, ginger snaps, sugar cookies, all sorts. It compliments recipes with cinnamon and brown sugar. You can also put it in cakes, cake donuts, pies, and puddings. And of course, you can sprinkle it into your eggnog, of which I have been greatly indulging in these past few weeks.
Did you not think it would be good in cookies?
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>>29089238
I have only eaten it with mashed potatoes. The flavor just doesn't feels like something that would go well with cookies.
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>>29089508
Wouldn't she use her magic to fix the glasses in a given position?
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>>29090561
it wouldnt be as cute
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>>29091170
That's dumb.
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>>29091306
>DeathofFluttershy.jpg
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>>29091897
Big Tiddies
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Alright dudes, sorry for not posting content for a few days.

Will have a TreeTwi update out tonight. And for those of you following the CoC podcast, there should be a new episode up either tomorrow or Wednesday.
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>>29092021
Jefe, I'm curious, I been here for a big while now and I've seen you write just about everywhere
What do you do for a living
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>>29092024
I'm finishing up University, with a degree in Physics. For money, I work for the school as a writing tutor, and for one of my professors as a Russian-language peer learning assistant.
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>>29092077
Well you keep on keeping on ok
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>>29091897
This disgusts me.
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I want Tim babe sex and cuddle with scilight so fucking badly
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>>29092077
>extremely hot successful intelligent guy on 4chan
What's wrong with you exactly
>>
>>29093125
he's an alcoholic
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>>29093152
He also eats donuts in the tub by dipping the donuts in the water.
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>>29093240
The thing most wrong with Jeff is that he's a massive donk. It's very sad, it's a terminal case.
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Alright, this has been a long time coming! To tell the truth I've had most of all my next updates pretty finished for days, but I've just had very little time to actually edit and post them.

So tonight for anyone who's reading, I hope you get a kick out of this DOUBLE FEATURE!

First up in just a few short minutes, Big Brother Starlight's Armor then a little later more of BBSA: REVELATIONS
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>>29093751
“Mac, stop staring at me like that.”
>You glare out at the mountains from the castle balcony as Big Mac stands by your side
>Fidgeting with your matches, you finally strike a light for your cigarette by the time Big Mac speaks
>”Are you going to do something?”
“Like what?”
>Big Mac leans closer and narrows his eyes
>”Operation Morning Star must be stopped.”
>You sigh, still refusing to meet his gaze
>”Are you going to let this go on just cause your sister wants it to?”
“When we return to the capital, I will speak with Starlight and—“
>”And nothing will come of it.”
>You sneer at Big Mac
>”You’ll let her get away with this too.”
“Lieutenant, don’t you fucking—“
>”If it was anybody else, we would’ve stopped this by now! This is—“
“ENOUGH!”
>Big Mac grits his teeth while you raise a clenched fist
>The two of you glare at one another as snow begins to fall
>”This is bullshit."
>Big Mac marches inside without saying another word, leaving you alone
>Looking back out at the mountains, you lean against the railing and run a hand through your hair
>You still have no more idea of how to handle this than you did before
>The eyes of those monsters in the cells shine brightly inside your head
“Dead. All dead.”
>You flick a spent cigarette off the ledge
>Reaching into your pocket, you’re about to light up another one when footsteps echo behind you
“What now?”
>You turn around, and find Applejack watching, her Trench Gun levered over her shoulder
>”Ya’ll want some company?”
“…. sure.”
>She gives you a smile and walks over
>Laying her shotgun to rest against the wall, she leans over the railing by your side
>”Heard muh brother and you arguing.”
“Oh?”
>”Yeah, ah'm a little worried.”
“About the Revenants?”
>”About the two of you."
>You sigh
“It’ll be fine."
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>>29093793
>More snow falls on both of you
>”Say Shining, can I ask ya something?”
>You manage a smile for her
“Ask me anything.”
>”Alright, well… when ya saw the Revenants you started grasping yer forehead.”
>Your smile fades away
“Yes?”
>”And you knew what they were, before Trixie ever told us.”
>You stare at her a long moment, then nod
>”Well, ah kind of noticed you doing that before.”
“Doing what before?”
>”Holding yer forehead, having headaches… you've been doing that fer a long time. Big Mac said it was some kinda injury you got back in the war but…. but it’s more than that isn’t it?”
>Your frown deepens
>This is something you’ve never really talked to anyone about, something you always felt compelled to hide
“AJ, have you ever had the feeling that none of this is right?”
>”What do ya mean?”
“I mean, have you ever felt that things aren't really the way they are supposed to be?”
>”Ya mean with the war? o-Or the Equalist party?”
“No, I mean... yes. But more than that. A lot more than that!”
>You grip the balcony railing as a peculiar thought exits your mouth
“Your brother and I shouldn’t have returned home like we did.”
>Applejack's eyes widen
>”y-Ya mean, you and Mac should’ve died?”
“Something like that…”
>You look away, half-afraid that your behavior was upsetting her
>Instead, you are the one startled when you feel Applejack's warm hand lay on top of yours
>”Well ah’m glad things are the way they are. Ah don’t want to imagine a world where the two of you ain’t around.”
>You stare at her and find that your headache is gone
“No, I suppose I don’t either.”
>There's the barest hint of a blush on her cheeks as she steps back and removes her hand
>”d-Did ya want to come take a look at Trixie’s prisoner now?”
“Yes, I think it’s time. Lead the way.”
>”Yes sir!”
“And AJ?”
>”Uh, yes?”
“Thank you.”
>Her smile widens as she leads you inside
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>>29093823
>Heading down into an entirely new corridor of dungeons, you find the area bustling with soldiers and scientists
>Trixie lies before you, leaning against a reinforced steel door with a baton in her hands
>”Are you ready?”
>Your body shudders
“y-Yes, I’ve waited long enough for this.”
>Trixie smiles and begins to undo the many latches holding the door closed
>When the final latch is undone, she tears it open and reveals the prisoner
>She sits with her body bound to a single wooden chair in the middle of a dark room
>Her head hangs low, a mat of disheveled blue hair covering her face
>As you approach, you notice a pair of cracked goggles wrapped around her forehead
>They look oddly familiar…
>Trixie clears her throat
>”You have a visitor my American friend!”
>She grumbles and raises her head
>Her eyes, a brilliant amber sheen, narrow at you
“Indigo Zap, of the 67th Airborne."
>You scowl down at her as you reach into the files and brandish her dog tags
>Same number as your regiment
“Serial Number 1488666. Rank, Corporal. Hmmm….”
>You begin to pace around her as she continues to scowl at the wall
“You’re a long way behind enemy lines, even for a paratrooper. Would you like to tell me how a soldier like you got so close to the First Citizen?”
>”You walk around like you have a stick up your ass.”
>Halting in front of her, you suddenly become more aware of the pain in your bad leg
>Slowly, Indigo’s scowl transforms into a grin
“And your breath reeks. Cheap booze and even cheaper cigarettes, charming.”
>”Heh, I wish.”
“Heh.”
>Trixie raises an eyebrow as you walk past her and grab a wooden chair
>You take a seat a few feet away from the prisoner, the backrest facing her, and brandish a cigarette
“Have one on me.”
>”Don’t mind if I do.”
>You stick the cig in her mouth and light it as you begin the interrogation
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>>29093856
“You killed a lot of my men. Some of my best.”
>”Your best?”
>She snickers with her cigarette hanging precariously out of her mouth
>”Those were your best men?”
>You glare down at her
“They were good soldiers. Brave and loyal veterans, each and every one of them.”
>Her grin only continues to grow
>”You’re pulling my leg right? Those guys were—“
“My friends, and you killed them.”
>You grit your teeth as she smiles back
>”Yeah, well you aren’t the only one who’s lost some friends.”
>Her grin falters, and for a moment you swear you see something flash within those amber eyes of hers
"..."
>You reach into the file
“The Energy X, who gave it to you? And who gave you this!?”
>You brandish a necklace out of the file, one that holds a strange star symbol on it
“Years ago, long before my sister rose to power, a group of assassins tried to kill her. They carried amulets just like these. It is clear that whoever hired them to kill her, also dispatched you."
>Indigo stares blankly at the necklace you are dangling in the air
“Well?"
>Trixie sighs whilst bending her baton
>”I’m afraid your efforts are wasted captain. Trixie has spent many an hour alone with this fool to little avail. Trixie’s starting to think she might just LIKE the pain…”
>You stand up out of your seat and shove the amulet closer to Indigo
“This is the symbol of Midnight?”
>She scoffs
>”Who knows?”
“I think YOU know!”
>You put a hand over her shoulder and shout
“Who is Midnight Sparkle!?”
>She raises an eyebrow
>”Midnight… Sparkle?”
>”What did you cay captain Armor?”
>Your eyes widen
“Who... w-who is..."
>The amulet slips out of your hand as the image of a terrifying grin flashes through your mind
>”Are you OK dude?”
>Indigo chuckles
>”You look pretty sour, kraut.”
“…”
>You grab your chair
>”CAPTAIN NO!”
“ARRRRGH!”
>The chair shatters as you slam it over Indigo’s head
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>>29093871
>Indigo falls to the ground with her seat as you raise a boot over her head
>”TRIXIE SAID NO!”
>The tiny blue blur crashes into you, and with nothing but your bad leg to stand on you fall to the ground with her
>”We NEED Zap alive! She is our only source of Energy X!”
>Indigo chortles as her blood drips to the floor
>”I waited… four days to say that…”
>Her red eyes widen as she grins at you with fanged teeth
>”Fucking worth it!"
>You rise up to your feet and brandish your Luger
>”SHINING DON’T!”
“You have a choice Corporal! Either tell me who gave you the X or DIE!”
>Indigo looks down the barrel of your gun while you physically hold Trixie back
>”I got another choice.”
“Oh yeah, and what is that?!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msX8iULEQgA
>The blare of a siren echoes down into the interrogation chamber, freezing you to the spot
>”Wait for reinforcements.”
>You turn toward Trixie as the roar of Flak Guns begins to shake the castle
“An air raid?! I thought this castle’s location was a secret!?”
>”i-I, t-Trixie— er, NO WORRIES! We shall repel these invaders post haste! TO BATTLE!”
>Trixie scampers off in between your legs and jogs out of the interrogation room
>You follow after for but a moment before turning back down toward Indigo
“I’ll be back.”
>”Don’t have too much fun without me Shiney.”
>Recoiling from her, you run off after Trixie
>Passing by a few disoriented guards, you shout
“Don’t let the American out of your sight!”
>The boom of a great explosion causes you to stumble into a wall
“Damnit! What is this, and what the Hell was that back there?!”
>You’ve never lost your composure like that to anyone, so how was it that Indigo got such a rise out of you?
>You lower your head against your pistol and mutter
“Midnight Sparkle? Why does that name haunt me?!”
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>>29093907
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qT8YDtDeGB0
>You emerge atop the castle walls as artillery guns blast into the snowy sky
>Glaring upwards, you watch as a squadron of fighter planes fly overhead
“Damnit! How did she lead them out here!?"
>Looking over off to the horizon you spot a single warplane screeching towards you
>”Everyone take cover!”
>Several of Trixie’s men scramble away while you glare and shout
“No! Man those guns! RETURN FIRE!"
>Gritting your teeth, you raise your pistol and take aim at the enemy warplane
*BLAM!* *BLAM!* *BLAM!*
>A chorus of machine gunfire shoots back at you in response, blasting away chunks of the castle wall you stand on
>The warplane zooms past as you twist around and fire a few more shots
“COME ON YOU BASTARDS!”
>The roar of an explosion tears your attention downwards
>When you look toward the courtyard, you find the flaming bullet-riddled wreckage of the truck that had carried your platoon here
>”Rust Bucket!”
>You spot Anon running across the open as bullets whiz all over
>”The enemy used the snowstorm as cover! We never saw them coming!”
>”Hey, look!”
>Glancing at the other side of the courtyard, you find Gilda crouching behind cover with a finger raised to the sky
>Your eyes widen as several very large warplanes fly out of the clouds
>Dozens of soldiers start piling out of them
“Paratroopers!”
>This is more than just an air raid
“Damn you Indigo…. BLAST THEM OUT OF THE SKY!"
>Gilda stretches out of cover and raises her MP40
>Her submachine gun screams into the air and soon enough over a dozen of your fellow Grey Shirts emerge follow her example
>Several of the Paratroopers return fire while sailing down, their carbines spraying bullets all over the castle
>A few of your men fall in the hail of lead, while several corpses crash down from the sky
>In the span of only a few minutes, the castle is bathed in blood
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>>29093935
>Standing atop the battlements, you look down upon the chaos
>You and your comrades give the invaders Hell, but they keep coming in droves
>Soon enough, a handful of them land atop the walls, their carbines blowing away the Flak gun crews in the blink of an eye
>You’re not amused
*click*
>You toss a grenade next to a Flak gun’s pile of ammunition
>”AAA—“
>The resulting explosion blasts an enemy squad into bloody chunks, and sends much of the castle wall tumbling down
>You step away from carnage and flinch
>That bad leg of yours is acting up again, and there is blood seeping from your gut
>At some point in this firefight, it appears you either took a bullet or some shrapnel
“g-Great!”
>Staggering away, you spot another fighter plane roaring by
>Ducking down for the stairs, you just narrowly limp away as its guns strafe the walls yet again
“Damn it all! NOT NOW!”
>A machine gun roars as you reach the bottom of the steps
>Several enemy soldiers are torn to shreds by Big Mac, who emerges from an alcove draped in bandoliers and carrying a massive MG-42
>”Shiney!”
“Big Mac!”
>You join his side, emptying the rest of you Luger’s magazine into the opposing battle line
>”This ain’t working!”
“What did I miss?!”
>”We’re outnumbered! And they’ve got air superiority!”
>You blast an enemy soldier’s brains out just before he can reach you with a knife
“Bah! We’ll fall back into the castle! EVERYONE PULL BACK! PULL BACK!”
>You slam a new magazine into your pistol and take potshots whilst Big Mac covers you all with a few more bursts of thunder
>Your men slam the wooden gate shut behind you as you re-enter the castle
“Anon! Status report!”
>”Uhhhh?”
>He glances around the foyer as soldiers kick down furniture and take cover wherever they can find it
>”We lost maybe half the platoon back there, and most of Trixie’s men…. shit is fucked sir!”
“Outstanding! And where is Trixie?”
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>>29093971
>You all shudder as the screech of an intercom resounds throughout the castle
>”Testing! Testing! 1, 2 , 3!”
>Trixie’s voice echoes down as you all trade glances
>”This is a message to all you pathetic mongrels who have broken into Trixie’s castle! You have all just volunteered to be test subjects in her greatest and most powerful experiment!”
>Applejack’s eyes widen as she stares up at the ceiling
>”She’s gonna do it.”
>Anon takes off his helmet and scratches the back of his head
>”d-Do what?”
>A low unearthly moan drags out over the intercom as Trixie chortles
>”Let this be a lesson to all who would dare fight Trixie’s best friend in the entire world! DEATH TO ALL WHO OPPOSE STARLIGHT GLIMMER! WE WILL TEAR THIS WORLD ASUNDER!”
“Ah Hell.”
>”ALL HAIL!”
>The intercom screeches to an end, and the hall falls quiet
>You and Big Mac stare at each other in silence
>His wide eyes gaze unblinkingly at you as he shakes his head
>”nnnope."
>A deafening explosion blows half of the wooden gate to splinters
>Raising your pistol, you and everyone else fire into the breach
>Pushing the horror of what is to come out of your head, you focus as hard as you can on the battle in front of you
>But before you can even bark out a single order
“URK!”
>You slump down to one knee as a searing pain grips your chest
>Firing blindly back, your Luger empties itself once more before you collapse face first to the ground
>Screams and gunfire fill your ears as you press a hand against the hole in your torso
>You swear you hear Anon crying out, and Applejack’s Trench Gun is also clearly blaring
>Then, maybe another minute or so later, you hear a very different kind of scream
>Forcing yourself back up to your knees, you behold a terrifying sight
>Men and women in bedraggled uniforms with ghastly faces crash in through the upper story windows, their guns roaring as they shamble into view
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>>29094011
>Everything descends into madness while your blood pours and the bullets fly
>These Revenants swarm the castle, their faces twisted in rage-filled screams as they charge into the thick of battle
>Their slaughter is indiscriminate, as they open fire on all the living in their battle frenzy
>As this comes to pass, you feel a deadly chill settle in
>Closing your eyes, you are assaulted once more with visions
>You see… yourself?
>Or at the very least, someone like you
>The look of pain and anger on his face puts the Living Dead to shame
>All around him are foes; street thugs, police officers, Revenants, Changelings, a monstrous masked man and a very familiar young girl wearing a pair of goggles
“w-What…. WHAT IS THIS?”
>”Nothing.”
>Your eyes widen as you find yourself being dragged through a dark field of snow
>”It all amounts to nothing. This world, your life…. from the very start it meant nothing.”
>The cold shadows swirl around, seemingly choking the breathe out of you
>”I must admit though, even without your sister around to interest me this has all been quite entertaining.”
“m-My sister….”
>”Oh yes, your… ‘sister’.”
>Suddenly, you find yourself thrusted to your feet with a rifle in your hands
>”Here she is!”
>The rifle falls from your grasp as you stare down at the ground
“n-No!”
>You find a young girl lying dead at your feet, a bullet in her chest
>”Oh wait, my mistake. This can’t be her. This is just some Prench girl you slaughtered years ago.”
“i-IMPOSSIBLE! What is this?! WHAT ARE YOU!?"
>”Bwahahahahaha!!!”
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!”
>You scream as the darkness and the snow disappears
>Big Mac kneels beside you and staunches the wound in your chest with a dirtied rag
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>>29094040
>”Applejack, get me more gauze.”
>Big Mac’s voice resounds, having something of a calming effect
>”He’s screaming! Give him some morphine before he passes out!”
>”Can’t. He’s lost too much blood!"
>You fight to remain conscious, catching sight of Applejack in the corner of your eye
>It seems you are no longer in Trixie’s foyer
>You have little idea how long you were out of it
“Demon…”
>”What did he say Mac?”
>Shutting your eyes, you allow your friends’ voices to slip away
>When you open your eyes, you behold a red sky once more
>Before you stands a ruined city and countless soldiers of the Living Dead
>And in their midst, standing tall atop a flaming tank, is her
“Indigo… Zap…"
>She grins at you, an American flag draped over her shoulders and a rifle held in her clawed grip
>”Good luck out there…”
>Indigo smirks as she aims her rifle at you
“ARRRRRGH!”
>The gun goes off, and the vision disappears
>Once more you lie on your back inside Trixie's castle
>Big Mac still stands by your side, having just finished bandaging up the hole in your chest
“Big Mac?”
>"Yes?"
"Our men?"
>”Dead.”
>The roar of more gunfire echoes in from the hallway
>It’s only you and him
>Your eyes widen
“Where is AJ?”
>”Ah’m right here."
>Applejack strides into the room, blood stains her uniform while smoke seeps from her Trench Gun
>”Ah thought Anon and Gilda were still out there, but we got separated… it was a massacre out there."
>You grit your teeth and raise your head
“Trixie, that little—"
>You jerk aside and cough, a few drops of blood splattering onto the ground
>Big Mac rushes to your side
>”Easy! You let me take care of Trixie, ah'll—“
“No! Forget about her, we’ve got to find Indigo!”
>”Indigo?”
>There’s still so much you don’t understand, but even as all else goes to Hell you feel you can be certain of one thing
"We can't let her leave this place alive!"
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>>29094095
And that's all for Starlight special! At least for now

That story is just about finished, but BBSA Act III is still going and is coming up in just a short while! Stay tuned.
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>>29094437
My heart

Hey dudes, 90 DAY BRAWL!!!! going up in just a minute

Here's the pastebin!
http://pastebin.com/EgBXe6G9
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>>29094095
Just catched up to here.
Fucking amazing, Churro.
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>>29094623

>You stare up along the barrel
>Blueberry Pop is in your hand again
>Slowly, your eyes inch up the metal, and to this guy's dark hand
>Indy's losing her shit in the background
>Then up his arm; he's wearing a beat up old fleece jacket
>You're cool, though
>And his face is unshaven and torn into a snarl
>Your digits curl into the tape on your bat's handle
>Your amber eyes meet his black eyes
>You've got one shot to knock this barrel out of your face
>He's got a crazy look
>Quiet, Indy, stop yelling
>He's gonna shoot you
>Be cool, like me...
>This isn't a warning, Amber, it's... It's taking out the trash!
>...
>His fingers tighten
>And BB flies up!
>He shoots uselessly into the air, giving you a chance to jump to your feet
>Ca-chck, he cocks
>You side step around him, and your bat presses against his barrel
>He can't shoot you if he can't aim
>The shotgun pulls back, you move in
>It's butt flies at you, and you duck
>Letting him point straight down at you
>But this old man isn't as limber as you
>Maybe it's a ruined back, but he can't point straight down
>So you get to roll to his side and jab at his ribs, getting a loud grunt out of him
>"Lil Rat!"
>Before he can say anything else, you're on his back, bat around his neck
>There's a whole lot of groaning from the old dude, but he can't aim right behind him, get get a real shot at you
>Pretty sure he's got bad joints or something, with the way he's staggering
>But you got a good grip on him, with your heels up against his ribs, and BB pulling on his neck
>He can stagger around all he wants, you'll see any moves he has coming
>Like this-
>He's going to slam you into the wall, but his old legs can't move tha-
>Oof
>What the fuck
>Ca-chck
>With stars in your eyes, you blink and look up
"What...?"
>He's got you at the end of the barrel again
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>>29094700

>"Got you right where I want you."
>Sure he does
>Old fart's got a few tricks, you guess
>Got your batting arm under a boot
>"You're smarter than these other thugs... What gang are you a part of?"
>You slowly blink away from your bat and up at the barrel
>You get a chance to blink once more before you notice his finger curling around the trigger
>Your foot flies up
>Right in the baby makers, old man's already doubled over and you got your wrist out
>Hand finds bat
>Bat finds old man, right in the knee
>Old man shouts down at you, but you're on your feet again for the second time now
>He's breathing heavy
>So are you
>He pressed you into that wall, and hard
>Like a trash compactor
>The way he fights, the way he talks
>You're not stupid
>You know your kind
"I'm not in a gang. I hate gangs."
>He takes a breath and grabs his arm. "What about your friends?"
"About to mug me."
>He eyes you up and down, grimacing
>"The bat? Those moves? What's a girl doing with that kinda lethality outside a gang?"
>You draw your feet closer and slide Blueberry behind you. "I clean up my city the best I can."
>"Your city?" He spits to the side and marches toward you, shotgun at his side now
>He's just angry, so you let him grab your collar and shout, "This ain't your city, kid! It's mine! I love this city, she's my missus, I take care of-"
"-of her and she takes care of me."
>You stare at each other for a moment
>The old man gapes down at you, and lets go of your collar
>"I defended this city in the war. I went overseas, and when I got back, she was pretty enough, I wanted to see others like her."
>He raises the shotgun up so its in front of him, then slides his hand across the length
>"Thought she'd be alright. Thought others'd take care of my missus while I was out."
"Canterlot's like a second ma to me."
>"That right..."
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>>29094754

>The old man sniffs and extends a dirty hand
>"Fraid I might've been letting my anger get the better of me."
>You spin BB up into the air, and she lands in your other hand, letting you shake his hand
>"They call me Cranky."
"I call myself Amber."
>Cranky nods, tapping a finger against his shotgun
>"Yeah, that's a good name, Amber. You're not in a gang? Where did you learn to fight?"
>You shake your head
"Didn't. It comes naturally."
>He nods again, looking away, working his jaw a bit
>Cranky adjusts his wool cap and pulls his shot gun up to hold it in one hand by his side
>"I heard once or twice that..." He rubs at his chin and looks back at you
>"I heard that, once when I was overseas, that only two types of people can fight 'naturally.'"
>Old man grunts a little as he pulls out and fidgets with some shells
"Only two?"
>"That's what they said."
>You stare at the old man, who stares at his ammo
>Finally, he chuckles. Dude sounds like he hasn't had a drink in a year. "Fiends... Like demons or devils..."
>He points at you with a dirty narrow finger. "And those who hunt them."
>Oh
"Well... Yeah, I guess that's me, huh?"
>He nods, loading a few more shells into his shotgun
>"I think so. And bout time too. This city needs someone like you. She needs someone to take care of her now that she's gettin on in the years, and God knows I'm too old..."
>Okay... That's sad
>But Cranky just shrugs and hides his shotgun under his coat
>"It's good, though..."
>He turns and squats down next to the guy he wasted
"Hey."
>Cranky looks over his shoulder at you. "Hey yourself."
>You move closer, switching BB to your good hand. Your other good hand
>Both are good
"I don't kill."
>"That's good." He rolls the guy over-
>Oh
>His shirt is all torn up and there's a bunch of torn up little holes in his chest
>You squat next to him and feel his neck
"Neither do you..."
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>>29094635
Daw, thanks Anon! I'm glad you're enjoying the show!

>>29094754
Civic Pride at its finest
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>>29094913
An excellent pic, my brother

>>29094843

>He grunts. "I kill, lil kid. Just not these kids. They've still got a chance to run away into something better."
>Cranky paws around the kid's jacket and pulls out a cell phone
"Let me."
>He gives you a funny look. "I usually call up the police-"
"To pick up the trash. Yeah. Can I?"
>Cranky and you stare at each other for a few seconds
>You tighten up your scarf a bit
>Sheathe Blueberry while you're at it, so you can hold your hands on your hips
>Cranky gives you that same funny look. "Who are you, Amber? Really?"
>You extend your hand. "Like you said, I'm a fiend hunter."
>He scowls
>"And I'm a good kid."
>He looks down at the phone and makes the screen light up. "Damn kids..."
>You move closer to him and snap your fingers to thumb toward yourself
"I'm the Champion of Canterlot, Amber Horizon. I'm gonna call in this punk kid."
>Indy smirks under the scarf
"So hand it over, gramps!"
>"Gramps!"
>Shit, he's standing up
>Cranky jabs a finger at Indy- at you
>You're Indy. And you're awesome
>"Who do you think you're calling gramps all of a sudden, lil kid?"
"You, old man!"
>Despite Amber shouting at you, you give him a playful punch
"Come on, lighten up, dude! You and me are practically besties! See, I fight crime? You fight crime? You're like my totally rad grampa and I'm your kickass grand daughter, see?"
>You smirk and show off your finger guns
>"He's gonna kill us."
>Shut up, your sour apple routine didn't do it, it was worth a-
>"Heh."
>...That didn't fucking work. That didn't fucking work!
>Oh, but it did
>Cranky's chuckling as best he can, and even puts a hand on your head
>"Like a grampa, huh!" He hands over the phone. "Do your grampa favor then, like a good kid, call the trash pick up?"
>With a wink and a salute, you grab it up and start dialing away. "Sure thing, grampa!"
>May I?
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>>29094923
I will read tomorrow morning, because I am dying now.
I love you JC.
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>>29094982
Love you too, nonny. You have a good night's rest, stay warm!

>>29094923
>Sure!
"Hey. It's me. Amber Horizon. Got another one, corner of 5th and 17th, Central Canterlot."
>"Stay right there! We're coming!"
>You hang up and grab- uh
>Cranky's pulling the punk already, got him at the curb
>What a good guy
>Cranky dusts of his hands and looks back at you
>You stare at him and nod, letting Indy talk to her grampa
>"Seeing as how we're partners now, I think I better tell you a bit."
>Cranky lets out a soft breath as he looks down at you, his stubble covered cheeks moving about with an unsteady jaw
"What'd that be, gramps?"
>"Let's walk and talk." He's already half turned by the time you reply
"Sure thing."
>Cranky's not fast at all, as you'd expect from an old man, he's pretty slow
>But he's at least got the stamina to move across the city in the night, which it seems like you end up doing before he says anything
>As soon as you're in South Canterlot, he sits down at a bus bench and pulls out a big case from under it
>He stuffs his shotgun in it and locks it, dangling the keys in front of you, then hooks them into a necklace under his shirt
"What did you want to tell me?"
>The streets are somewhat chilly at this hour
>It explains a bit of the chatter to Cranky's teeth
>"You in summer break?"
"I am." You nod
>You get a nod back, and a drawn out hum
>Grampa isn't talking much, but he looks like he's trying to put the words together
>A long sigh escapes you and you lean back
>South Canterlot looks like shit, as usual
>City council can't afford to let the money trickle through West, Central and East, so they don't bother anymore
>Instead they let North Canterlot have as many breaks as they need to make sure the prime real estate stays where it is
>Doesn't make any sense whatsoever, given that North Canterlot has similar real estate to the rest of the city
>But all that adds up to a shitty landscaping job and poorly maintained streets for the poor folks in SC
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>>29095023

>Another curious glance at grampa, and he nods to himself
"Ready?"
>"I believe so, but I don't think you are, kiddo."
"I have a name."
>"Grampas give their gran'kids silly names."
"Fair enough. So what's up, grampa?"
>Grampa Cranky scratches at his cheek. "This city is divided against itself."
>You reply with a slow nod
>A sigh comes out of grampa. "It used to be..." He put his hand up, flat against the air, and slides it across. "Canterlot! City of Comraderie and Companions!"
>His hand comes down and points at you
>"But that... That was over forty years ago."
>His hand drops into his lap. "Now you're lucky to get directions in this hell hole..." He rubs his face
>"Where did it go wrong?" Cranky looks at a street light that flickers
"The division?"
>"The division." He snarls
"Tell me about the division."
>You blink away the sleep
>"A massive rennovation project to make Canterlot look good by shoving all the shit and refuse into one part of the city while polishing up another part."
>He scratches at his chin and takes a deep breath
>"Didn't go over to well, looks like. Now we got a city divided against itself, for no good damn reason... It wasn't good, no sir."
>Leaning back against the chilly wood sends a soft shiver through your body as you listen
>Cranky gets a darker look in his eye
>"The division was the worst thing to ever happen to my dear Canterlot. Things ain't the same anymore, and no one seems to want them to be right again. People shouldn't treat each other the way they treat each other in Canterlot, Amber... They should be happy, and friendly... And not what this city's become."
"...You're rambling."
>It's a bit rude of you, but it's true
>"Bah, let an old man ramble."
"I'm going to fix Canterlot."
>"Oh?" Cranky turns to you and smirks. "How's that?"
>Your neck snaps back and forth, popping joints
"One punk kid at a time, clean up the crime. Then work on uniting everyone."

Oh gosh, gotta pause so I can go do a thing!
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>>29095121
>"A massive rennovation project to make Canterlot look good by shoving all the shit and refuse into one part of the city while polishing up another part."

Silver Lining my ass
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And we're back~!

>>29095121

>"Tough business, cleaning up this city. How long you been at it?"
>You glare ahead at the street signs and look back at the past days
>Every alley you've slid into
>Every time you chased someone across a vacant lot and into a chain link fence trap
>Every goon with a bat to the face
>Tossing empty trash cans from rooftops
>Entangling idiots in discarded blankets
>Batting that one boot across a park to nail a mugger in the head
>Adding a roll of wrapping paper from the gift shop to your routine of BB to fend off two knifey kids
>Diving behind dozens of different cardboard boxes for a feint or cover
>Tripping punks using lead pipes at the hardware store
>Tossing dirt in the face of a gunner
>Clearing fire escape after fire escape after fire escape to fast travel across the rooftops
>Ducking into backdoors when you get the sense a shake down is going on
>Dumping water down a drain pipe to slip up some would be gang bangers
>Swiping a bottle and tossing it down so the cap comes up like a bullet into the nose of some dude
>All to bring down the trash that clogs the drains and clutters the streets
>Easily one a day
>And stretching it would say five a day
"A month. I've put away at least 80 thugs punks and ne'er do wells."
>"Only eighty. Only eighty, only eighty, only eighty..."
>Glaring at him doesn't bother him
>"You know... There's a lot of troubles in this city. And it ain't coming from the one off thugs and tough guys pushing people around for scratch and change."
>Your arms fold across your chest
>"You and I, we're not going to get anywhere beating up two bit goons in alleys."
>Cranky turns to you, shakes his head, and continues. "We've got to get rid of the ones who send those goons out in the first place. The people in charge, who have power over those punks and over these streets."
>What!?
"What?"
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>>29095392

>"You think these kids were running around for no damn good reason?"
>Well...
"Yes."
>Cranky shakes his head and pats himself down a bit, then pulls out a notepad
>It waves through the air as he leers at you
>"There's four gangs..."
>The book comes open and you get to see scribblings and pictures all in different colors and inks
>A few pages are written in marker...
>Cranky holds up one page
>There's an apple drawn on it
>"Bad Apples, that's what I call em. They're all country boys and girls, part of the Apple family..."
>"They're all over East Canterlot. They dress like cowboys and fight like bulls. Can't put em down, least not easy."
"How many have you met?"
>"Hrm... I'd say sixty or so." He nods toward you. "That's a safe guess."
>Sixty...
"And you have put away all 60?"
>Cranky gives you a funny look and flips a few pages more. "Look here."
>The notepad is placed into your hand
>It's a list of names
"Who are they?"
>One of Cranky's dirty fingers taps the page, "That there's, the entire list of Bad Apples who got locked up after I put em away. And for every one? A new one comes up."
"Wait..."
>You slowly look up at Cranky
>He nods before you can speak
"But."
>He shakes his head now
"No."
>"Yeah. This is how Canterlot works, kiddo. You put away a punk, two more join the gang."
>Your shoulders slump
>That's really bad
"How do they get so many?"
>Your response is a shaking head. "I don't know."
"How can we beat their leaders then? With that kind of recruitment power, they can have a hundred men waiting for us by the time the justice system moves their bosses through."
>"That's not what we'll do." Cranky doesn't look at you as he speaks. He's watching a squirrel try to pry open a wrapped candy bar
>You whip your head to him. "I don't kill."
>Cranky doesn't say anything, so you slide off the bench and glare at him
"And if we work together, neither do you."
>Cranky rubs his chin and cheeks again. The squirrel opens the wrapper and starts on the candy
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>>29095425

>Cranky puts his notepad away. "Iron Will, Flim and Flam, Cherry Jubilee and Rover."
"Yeah?" You refuse to stand, but he doesn't seem to care
>He's staring past you, at the street still
>"I've got their names. Took me a couple of years, some bullets, lost a bit of my left foot, but I got their names and faces."
>Shrug
"What do you do with names and faces? Did you go to the police?"
>Cranky is quiet
>You look over at the squirrel he's watching
>It's gone
>Most of the candy bar is there
>"It doesn't matter what I tell the police. These people are important to Canterlot society."
"What do you mean...?"
>A clear of the throat, and Cranky rambles a bit more.
>"What time you gotta be home?"
"I d-"
>"Your momma must be worried."
>A groan escapes your lips before you can stop it
"Yeah. Yeah, I hope she's okay."
>Cranky groans himself, and gets up. "Come on, I'll tell you a little bit you need to know along the way."
"Okay..." You follow after him and start heading toward your house
>Old dude can keep pace with your walking, which is good
>You two begin the walk back to your house, mostly leering around for any strange activity along the way
>"North, East, West and Central Canterlot are dangerous places for folk like you an me, kid."
>Your eyes drag up and stare through him. "Like us?"
>He almost snarls. "Good folk, who want change."
>You stare for a second then nod, looking forward again
"The South?"
>"Safe. It's where I lived till a couple of punks chased me out. Real nice place, near the ocean... Very nice."
"You lived on the docks."
>"I did."
>You grunt. "That means you're homeless."
>"So what if I am?"
"I'm surprised."
>Cranky gives you a weird look again. "How's that?"
>You blankly stare back. "I figured a good guy like you'd have friends or family."
>Cranky looks forward again as you both stop at a corner; this is the farthest you can go together
>"Had."
>Oh fuck no
>You toss Amber away and hug gramps
"Dude, ya got me."
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>>29095448

>He takes a second to reply, but Cranky hugs you back
>"You really are a good kid, huh?"
>Dude smells like sweat and smoke, but you didn't expect anything much better, to be honest
>"Aight." Cranky pats your shoulders and pulls you away. "Nuff'a that, go home, go on home to your momma."
>You let go of him and nod. "Kay, grampa, Imma go home. Don't go get yourself killed, kay?"
>Gramps snorts and starts laughing
>So you laugh with him
>Grampa's cool
>"Kid, you meet me at the docks tomorrow night, aight? We've got good work to do."
"What's at the docks, grampa? Sides your home, I guess."
>"My home."
"Oh." You stare at him, to try and see if he's gonna go further. He doesn't. "Kay."
>"We get that, we got a good start to cleaning this city up. For starters, I'll get a chance to sleep somewhere that ain't a bench."
>You snort at that, but shrug
"I getcha. We're gonna get you your home back, gramps, then get to work on this city. Gonna make her beautiful."
>Gramps grins

>1 2 3
>"Indy you got this!"
>Six hours of sleep is doing you pretty okay
>1 2 3
>In the zone
>"One minute left!"
>You nod and Blueblood yells more
>"Only one minute left?" Big Lem comes up from behind and you nod for him too
>1 2 3
>"I got you n Lil Lem a spar in half a hour. She'll be back soon, lemme know if ya nee'a breather."
>1 2 3
"Gonna beat her."
>Big Lem smirks as he reads from his clipboard
>"Sure ya are."
>1 2 3
>Lil- Uh
>Lem's not gonna catch you off guard
>You've got the speed to get a good shot off on her
>1 2 3
>"You grinning for the win, indy!?"
>You bob your head and keep on running
>You're gonna win!
"Gonna win!"
>Your hand slams down on the treadmill controls right as it beeps
>You stop and take a few deep breaths, slowing your breathing
"Gonna beat Lem today. Gonna get that hit in."
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>>29095475

>"Gonna beat me today!?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS6-vI70oc0

>By the time you turn, Lem's music is already blaring at you
>You grin at her and she grins at you
>Big girl's got her hands on her hips and her workout gear
>Lem gets closer and turns down her music. "Sup dude!?"
>You rub all the sweat off yourself. "Sup, Lem. Ready to get knocked out?"
>Lem snorts and waves out her hands a bit. "I been ready fer a while, but don't seem no one can give me tha big ol KO."
>She rolls her shoulders and throws her arms around you, giggling
>You giggle too and hug this big pink lug of a bestie you got
>Man, she might be the toughest girl you know, with the heaviest punches you've ever seen in person
>But damn if she ain't the softest, best... Hugger
>Big Lem puts his hands on both of your shoulders. "Aight, aight, save tha lovin for the ring, you two."
>You grin and rub at your cheek a little
>Lem winks at you as her dad goes on some more, and when he's not looking, she blows you a kiss
>Gosh, this fuggin girl don ease up
>Ya love it
>"That right?"
>You blink up at Big Lem and Lil Lem nods
>"Yessir, yessir. We're gonna have a fair fight, dad! Righ' Inny?"
>You bob your head, wiping some more at your sweaty face and chest
"Fair fight! Right! How else can you fight!?"

>You look at the pic of you and Lem, holding each other as she takes the pic
>It's earlier today
>Your both got those helmets on, gloves too
>And smiles
>She's poor and all, you get that
>But a god dang polaroid selfie?
>Of you and your best friend, too
>It gives you a... A warm feeling
>Oh gosh
>You're hugging the stupid picture
>And wearing a stupid big grin
>And curling up on your bed with it too
>Ma giggles. "Inny, you're gonna end up folding that dang thing in half and crumpling it up like that."
>You giggle and unwind. "Oops?"
>Ma shakes up your hair
>"You're growing up so fast! It's so cute!"
>You and Ma and your pic hug
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>>29095508

>You look down at Ma sleeping as you strap your belt
>You take a deep breath and prepare to switch
>But before you do, or as you do, or whatever however this psychology thing works
>You notice that box on your dresser
>The fug is that?
>It's not heavy at all, but picking it up, you realize you don't remember where you got it
>'To Indy.'
>Ugh
>Where did you get this!?
>It appeared out of nowhere, when dad came to pick you up for the tourney
>Right
>Thanks, Amber
>It's wrapped up in white, so
>What's in the box?
>Wiggle it open, tear up the paper...
>Wot
>The fug is... This?
>Goggles?
>You pick them up and stare at them
>Wot???
>The box has a letter inside
>Wot is this?
>This thing looks like it's written by a bunch of different people, what is this shid?
>Ugh, whatever, you're busy, so you stuff the box in your pocket

>South Canterlot
>You don't know where Cranky is, but you know where your bat is
>Blueberry Pop is light in your hand and your feet are light on the concrete
>No one's around
>At least
>No one thinks that you know anyone's around
>But you can sniff out the shit stinking up the docks and that isn't the bird streaks across the piers
>Easily twenty people the past half hour
>And not a peep out of any of them
>Fine by you
>But it's getting you a bit nervous, nah
>Anxious
>Itching... The word is itching
>You're itchy all over to scrub these kids across the concrete and wood
>But you're here for a reason
>Gramps' house
"Cranky."
>"Cranky who?"
"Cranky goddamn doodle dandy."
>Your bat points back at this kid with nice accuracy
"Now fug off unless you're gonna grow fifty years in an instant."
>You keep walking, and he follows
>"That ain't too nice."
"Neither is littering."
>"Littering?"
"What else do you call a bunch of trash laying around? Litter."
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>"That's not very nice."
>This kid rounds you
>Goth kid
>Skinny
>Greasy hair
>Leather jacket
>No, fake leather
>You grimace
>Knife hidden in one pocket
>BB flies at that pocket, jamming his fingers, and he squeals
>He holds his bloody hand and whimpers
"You'll find I'm not too keen on looking at shit. Much like anyone, I figure, I prefer not to handle garbage unless I have to."
>"You bitch."
>He narrows his eyes and pulls his knife out in his bloodied hand
>You smack his hand again and the knife goes flying
>Just in time for his big bros to come running in and give you a punch to dodge
>"Not so tough now, huh!?"
>You two hand BB
>Turn her around, put your palm on the bottom
>Stab at the big bro's gut
"Yeah."
>Big bro crumples over like a top heavy trash bag
"I actually feel nice and small, thanks."
>You slide back and spin around big bro as he falls and use the momentum to get another big bro in the side of the head
>Two more big bros here, two more big bros hiding
>First off
>You kick the little shit in the face
>He drops, and that flushes out the other three big bros
>Whatever
>You duck under a few ham fisted punches from a couple of fat kids
>One of them you grab
>Half hand BB, grabbing in the middle
>She comes down on his elbow and you let him walk it off
>Four left, your first count was wrong
>They circle you
>That never helps these kids
>They all come at the same time, so you get a good slide out and let them barrel each other
>When the dust settles, you headshot one more
>Three
>BANG
>Everyone stops
>Ch-chck!
>Everyone looks across the pier
>There's that old man, with that shot gun
>He rolls his jaw back and forth
>"Please, let me welcome you to my home."
>He blasts a big bro in the chest, dropping him
>Everyone scatters, who has the sense to scatter
>You swing BB around and sheathe her
>"Hey grampa."
>Cranky grins and pulls you in for a hug
>"Good to see ya, kid. Glad you could make it."
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>>29095526
[Taking_out_the_Trash_Intensifies]
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>>29095562

"Of course. I have to give you a good house warming, right?"
>Cranky grins at that, and looks around
>"Friends of yours?"
>You shake your head. "I thought they were visitors. I tried to give them a warm Cranky welcome."
>A dozen kids are piling in
>Grampa has a chuckle and rests his shotgun against his shoulder. "Well, I always say the more the merrier, what about you, kiddo?"
"I do love making new friends." You pull Blueberry Pop out and two hand her as you watch the crowd form
>Thirty now
>"Lets have a great house warming party, shall we?"
>A smug looking prick steps out from the crowd, cigar in hand. "So I see old m-"
>Your bat is on his nose
>He's down
>"Kiddo!"
>You look back at him
>He nods, smiling. "I always hated that little snot."
>You smile back as the crowd comes crashing at you both
>You jump over one punk, swinging BB around to break another's nose
>Before your mount can toss you off, you've already kicked another in the side of the head and when you finally get off, you vault kick him into the ground
>Cranky's not packing lead, but his shots do disperse the crowd around him nicely
>With two shots and a bashing, old dude's got five kids down
>Hm
>You duck and trip another goon and spear the one who tries to grab up on you
>Two more come, so you jump up and kick/bat them off
>Taking out the trash is good
>It's healthy, and good for your community
>1 2 3
>Everyone should do it!
>This one swings a knife at you, but you fall into his arms, against his soft belly
>1 2 3
>He doesn't have the sense to shank you, so you shank him and jump forward, clobbering another kid over the head
>1 2 3
>Cranky puts a hand on your shoulder and blasts the last punk there in the gut, blowing him off his feet
>You take a deep breath
>You both look on at the valley of destruction and over at a small makeshift porch with a simple light hanging over it, all in front of a storage unit
"Welcome home, grampa."
>"Thanks, kiddo. Good to be home."
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>Cranky's got a nice place
>All things considered
>Table, bed, fridge, chairs, radio
>Can't ask for much more, 2bh
>You relax in one of his chairs and he roots around the place, moving stuff around and tossing other things out
>"I'll just be a minute..." He grabs up a bunch of kids' stuff and tosses it out the door
"Take your time."
>He puts a cherry cream cola down in front of you and you give him that weird look he gives you
>He shrugs and shakes his head. "All I got. Little weirdos and their fancy pants sodas and imported beers."
>He throws up a hand as he walks off to throw more stuff out
>"Drink it or it's going in the trash."
>With a shrug, you crack the first soda you've had in... Weeks
>Yeah, since May
>As soon as you pop the tab, the room smells like cherries
"Oh, nice."
>He sniffs, and rubs his nose. "It is, yeah."
>Cranky goes back to throwing out the trash and you sip at your soda
>It's nice
>This is nice
>You... Er
>Amber never gets to relax
>She- you don't know how you feel about it, it's weird
>You feel like you should be investigating something at least
>You'll do that
>There's that box
>You pop it open and grab the goggles and letter
>Five different writing styles
>'Hey, Indy. This might not make a whole lot of sense, but I know you'll need these. I mean like, not these goggles, but all these letters from everyone. You got friends, okay? We're your friends and we care about you.'
>What?
>'Anyway, with that outta the way... Here's a pair of goggles. I know they look pretty boring, but hey, they're also really you. Not that you're pretty boring! Haha, naw, I mean they suit you, the cool car girl look you took so long to make.'
>Cool car girl?
>"Nice goggles, kiddo."
>You look up as Cranky sits down
>He's looking over the goggles, sort of turning them back and forth in his finger and thumb
>You bob your head and pick them up
"Thanks, they're a gift from a friend." As you say that, you wrap them on your forehead
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>>29095629

And that's all for now, folks!
Sorry for the delay, you know how it is... Life, am I right?
I'll update the bin soon, and I'll see you next time for more 90 DAY BRAWL!!!!

Theme Song: https://jyff.bandcamp.com/track/are-we-gonna-win-indigos-theme
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>>29095632
That was worth staying up for
Cranky makes a nice Gramps for Indy
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Now, that wasn't a good night's rest but fuck it.
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>>29095632
thanks JC
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>>29094437
Aww lemon zest a cute
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Eventually (TM)
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>>29097094
Eventually...
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>>29097196
I think we need a story where scitwi explores equestria
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>>29098231
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>>29097899
And she dissects ponies from time to time, for science.
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I am watching a chink movie called "Iceman" but there isn't any NTR in it.
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Hey, nst, this is dot.
I wanted to apologize for being dead since a while. I know I promised like many moons ago that I'd post something "in a week or so", but unfortunately I kinda lost motivation to keep writing in general. I haven't really done much beyond writing a few lines here and there during this time, and I haven't even kept up much with the thread either. I'm really sorry about all this.
So, uh, I expected this message to be longer for some reason. Anyway, I don't want to say I'll start writing now and post tomorrow, but maybe eventually? I want to finish one story at least.

>>29097899
I'd like to see something like that actually. Even if she dissects ponies and stuff.
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>>29099166

Holy shit you're still here! Awesome! Any chance of bullylight being the story that gets finished?
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>>29099166
Hey Dot its cool to see that you are back
always remember that I will always read your stories along with the other anons
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>>29095392
>"The people in charge, who have power over those punks and over these streets."
Damn right.

>"What?"
Wew.

>"You think these kids were running around for no damn good reason?"
>Well...
>"Yes."
Wew.

Indy is dumb as bricks.
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>>29095425
>You whip your head to him. "I don't kill."
>Cranky doesn't say anything, so you slide off the bench and glare at him
>"And if we work together, neither do you."

"I don't kill, I trust the system".
Says the vigilante.

>>29095475
>Gramps grins
I love gramps.
>tfw he is surely going to die.
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>>29095508
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS6-vI70oc0
I love Lem.
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>>29099177
I dunno. I haven't decided anything yet but it could be, or I could also go back to writing the three stories at a snail pace again, which I think it's more likely since I usually get bored very easily.

In any case, if I continue it'll probably be starting this next year. I have a kinda personal project with a vague time limit that I want to finish, and I want to catch up with some greens here and other things, so I probably won't be writing very soon.

>>29099201
You're cool anon. I like you.
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>>29099785
I dropped sugarlight but I read every update of the other two. I'm a big fan.
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>>29099844
I still like sugarlight but I have to agree it is the weakest
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Here's the other half of that DOUBLE FEATURE I promised last night!

A continuation of BBSA Act III coming right up in a few!

>>29099166
Welcome back Dot!
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>Your motorcycle skids up the highway, creeping ever closer toward the skyscrapers of the city
>To your surprise, a bit of misty rain begins to drizzle down on the two of you
>”What’s the plan?!"
>You glance back at Gilda as she holds on tight, a black duffle bag strapped around her
“I’ll let you know when I have one!”
>Zooming past an eighteen wheeler, you are briefly reminded of the explosion that failed to take your life only a few weeks ago
>”You’ve done this kind of thing before right?!”
“Yeah, it's always a clusterfuck!”
>It was several months back that you and Bulk took down Iron Will together after storming his club
>You were both lucky to have made it out of that mess alive
>With the power of Energy X and one gun-toting teenager backing you up, something like this should've seemed much easier
>Except you weren’t feeling very lucky
>”HEY! You’re about to miss our turn!”
“SHIT!”
>You swerve to the right, crossing over four different lanes in an instant as the two of you sped into the city
>Slowing down, you spot several different shops and street signs written in languages you didn’t understand, as well as various neon lights
>”This is Chinatown?!”
“Looks like it!"
>You pull over beside a run down warehouse while a cold mist continues to fall
>”What are we doing?”
“If they knew to go after Cadence, then they have to know about me.”
>Reaching back, you grasp a motorcycle helmet and affix it over your head
“I don’t want them to see me coming.”
>”What about me?”
“You’re not famous are you?”
>”Heh, not yet.”
>She smirks
“Careful what you wish for."
>Revving up your bike, you ride off further into the neighborhood
>The buildings begin to feel further packed together and the roads become narrower
>”Over there!”
>In the distance, you see a large neon blue sign written in oriental characters
>Underneath that is a small heading in words you can read
“Club Zero.”
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>>29100616
>Aside from the bright sign hanging atop it, the club appears to be a simple two-story brick building on the outside
>There look to be no windows on the ground floor, and the front door looks to be made of solid steel with a peephole at the top
>”Got a plan yet?”
>”Searching…. SEEK AND DESTROY!“
>As your partner hums her own battle plan inside your head, you slowly ride up into the alleyway beside the club
“OK…”
>Killing the engine, you look up and down the building as a plan starts to come together
“… there’s a chance Cadence might be in there. That would save us a whole lot of trouble. If not, then we’re going to have to figure out where to find her from these guys inside.”
>Gilda slides off the bike and leans against the brick wall
>”So… how we gonna do that? Beat the information out of them?”
“In my experience, its about the only way to make them talk."
>You look the building up and down
“I want you to get in there.”
>She gives you a dull stare as droplets of rainwater splash on your visor
“Scope the place out, try to identify as many Yakuza as you can, then come back here.”
>Gilda looks down at the ground and remains silent
>When she raises her head a moment later, she’s wearing a fresh smirk
>That smile reminds you of the one you saw when she first tried to kill you
>”Piece of cake.”
>With that, she walks off down the alleyway
“Hey, you packing?”
>”Always!”
>Twisting around, she pats her jacket and adds
>”I’ve got my ancestors watching over me remember?”
>You… don’t quite catch her drift, but you nod your head anyways
>”Be back in like ten minutes!”
>With that, she rounds the corner and disappears inside Club Zero
“Watch your back in there…”
>A thin layer of mist forms over your visor
>You wipe away more water and find that Indigo is now leaning against the same spot Gilda was in only a moment before
>She frowns at you
>”What are we waiting for?"
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>>29100659
>Hopping off the bike, you walk over and lean against the wall beside your counter-part
“Ten minutes, that’s how long she’s got.”
>”What happens if she’s not out by then? Will we have to bail her ass out too?”
“Gilda’s a clever girl, she can handle herself.”
>Indigo rests her hands behind her head and sighs
>”If you say so.”
>You turn your head to glance down the alley way, and when you look back Indigo is ‘gone'
>”Just wake me up when the fun starts.”
“…”
>The rain begins to patter against your helmet as you wait for Gilda
>Its been only a minute, and yet…
“God dammnit.”
>You begin to pace back and forth across the alleyway
>Glancing at the brick wall of the club, you debate going in there to back Eagle Eyes up
>You could just charge right in there guns blazing and save Cadence
>If she’s even here
“Cadence Cadence…”
>When you’re not dwelling on Gilda, a bit of your thoughts drift back to her
>Sugardowner’s voice echoes in your head
>'Shining, does this little lady speak for you?’
>You groan as you remember your response
‘She does.’
“Cadence, you always knew Sugardowner was full of shit.”
>Growling, you kick over a trash can and splash garbage everywhere
“I’m sorry. I really am…”
>”Sorry for what?”
>You turn your head and find Indigo standing right by your side
“I thought you were taking a nap or something?"
>”I can’t chill out when you’re freaking out. Jeez, are you really that worried about your ex-?”
>You lean your head against the wall
“I wanted her out of my life, I didn’t want her dead. And I don’t even want to think about what Twi will do if she dies…"
>"Relax Champ."
>Indigo puts a hand on your shoulder
>"We'll get her back, no sweat."
>You stare at her as she offers you a smile
>"Who's gonna fucking stop us?"
"..."
>She keeps staring at you with that goofy grin of hers
"Heh."
>You guess her smile is contagious
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>>29100749
>The drizzling mist can’t seem to decide whether it wants to be rain or snow as it pelts down
>You endure this as best you can before ten minutes finally passes
“Fuck it.”
>Reaching for the duffle bag, you zip it open and—
>”Hey!”
>Turning around, you spot Gilda walking over
“Thank fucking God. Hey!”
>You zip the bag closed and walk over to her
“What’d you find inside?”
>”The place is fucking packed, there’s like a hundred people in there.”
“A hundred people?!”
>”It is like Friday night.”
“It is? Shit!”
>A hundred innocent bystanders, potential witnesses, and possible 9-11 dispatchers
“I fucking hate clubs.”
>You sigh as snow and rain swirls around
“Any sign of Cadence?”
>”Nah, but I didn’t get to see the whole place. Bouncer wouldn’t let me upstairs.”
“Upstairs?”
>She nods her head
>”I think I saw a bulge in his jacket when he shoved me back. He probably has a gun.”
>You stare at Gilda before turning back to the dufflebag
“I’m willing to bet if Cadence is here, then she’s up there.”
>You reach inside, tear out an UZI, and hand it to her
>”Nice! I’ll be right behind—“
“Bring the chopper up front and keep the engine going.”
>”Wait, what?”
>You continue to rummage through the duffle bag as Gilda balks
“You said you wanted to drive right?”
>”The fuck man?! You’re going to make me wait with the bike!?”
“You’re the getaway driver and the lookout."
>Gilda crosses her arms over her chest
>”Sure, make me do all the shitwork.”
>Gilda glares, as you stuff a single potent weapon into your coat
“I’ll be back."
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>>29100799
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KZlggHqU7M
>The peephole to Club Zero’s front door opens up to a pair of glaring eyes
>”Password?”
“…”
>You raise your boot
>”Knock Knock!”
>The steel door smashes inward as you kick it open, throttling the poor bastard behind it to the ground
“I’m on the list."
>Indigo snickers as you stomp past the unconscious doorman and into the club
>Emerging from a dark narrow hallway, you find yourself standing before a huge club that is indeed packed with people
>Fog pours in from machines attached to the balcony above, mixing in with the neon lights which rain down upon the clubgoers
>Ignoring the spectacle of light and sound, you march through the dancing crowd toward a staircase that lies in the back
>There is indeed a burly bouncer blocking the way, but he seems to be conversing with a scantily clad club junkie
>He doesn’t spot you until its too late
>”Hey, what’s with the helm--“
>Your fist crashes into his nose, knocking him to the ground
>The lady’s eyes go wide as you march past the unconscious bouncer
>”My dad owned a few places like this”
>You glance to your side at Indigo as she ascends the stairs with you
“Wanna wreck it?”
>Her eyes flash red as she shows her fangs and smiles
>”Hell yeah."
>The red glow in her eyes glints in your visor as you reach the top of the steps
>You stand atop a large balcony filled with a dozen men clad in cheap suits and even cheaper sunglasses
>Without paying them much mind, you walk up to the bar
>The bartender stares down at the glass he is polishing as you ask
>"What's with the helmet?"
“Where’s Richie?”
>He looks up and sneers
>”The fuck are you?.”
>Your knuckles crack
“I’m John-fucking-Cena. Where’s Richie?"
>He curses at you in his native tongue, but before you can retort you spot two men reflected in the bar’s mirror
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>>29100919
>You growl as one of them places a hand on your shoulder
>”LET’S GO!”
>Grabbing him by the wrist, you pull him close and slam your helmet into his face
>Before his body hits the floor, you twist toward his stunned friend
>”GLASS HIM.”
>Swiping a glass of bourbon off the counter, you shatter it against his face
>They both crumple to the ground
>”HOREY SHET!”
>You grasp the bartender by the vest
“Last chance—“
>Then you spot his nametag
Bob. Where. Is. Richie?
>”y-You’re dead fucker!”
>Snarling, you heave him over the bar like a rag doll
>Just as you’re about to take a swing at Bob, you notice ten or so men getting out of their seats and brandishing guns and knives
>”Look up! Fog machine!”
>Without immediately knowing why, you ask
“Can you fly Bobby?!”
>Before he responds, you toss him into the air
>He screams as he collides with the fog machine on the ceiling, which belches out a thick cloud of smoke
>A shiver goes up your spine as the fog rushes past you
“Indigo what’re you—“
>”Just let it happen bro.”
>You stare unblinkingly at the encroaching Yakuza
>With your Energy X enhanced eyes, you perceive them fanning out as fog covers the balcony
>Involuntarily sucking in a breath, you crouch down to the ground and shamble towards them
>”Let’s tear em apart!”
>Several gunshots ring out, sailing over your head and blasting holes into the bar
>As you close the distance, you snatch a bottle of vodka off of a table
>The first guy doesn’t know what hits him, as you smash the bottle into the back of his head
>Before his buddy standing next to him can react, you slash the broken bottle at his throat
>He chokes on his own blood and slumps over as more bullets whiz by
>”ITS THE DEMON!”
>”Somebody call Richie!”
>”Let’s get out of here!”
>”None of you—“
“—are getting away!"
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>>29101054
>Your hearing deafens as a chorus of gunfire erupts on the balcony
>Aside from the screams and chaos down below on the dance floor, all you can really hear is Indigo’s laughter and the bass drop
>A minute later, you stand over a mass of bodies and shout
“WHERE THE FUCK IS RICHIE?!”
>You flinch as a several bullets punch into your vest
>Tearing around, you grasp the punk by his throat and raise him into the air
“Talk damnit!“
>"i-I SPEAK NO ENGLISH!"
"ARRRGH!"
>The sound of doors being kicked open draws your attention away from the thug in your hand
>At the far end of the balcony, you see several Yakuza spill out of the wall through a covert doorway
>Each of them wears a ballistic vest over their suits and carries an automatic rifle in their hands
>Their laser guided sights pierce through the fog and fall on you
"Uh oh."
>Swerving around with the thug in your hand, you charge forward as they open fire
>The poor bastard in your grasp sputters, absorbing most of the bullets while you close the distance
>Upon reaching the gunmen, you toss your lifeless meat shield over the balcony and unsheate your newest weapon of choice
“BASTARDS!"
>With but a single swing of Tirek's Morning Star, you grind a Yakuza’s head into paste
>His friends scream as they fire upon you, but at this range it is too late
>Several quick swings later, and they’ve met just as bloody of an end
“Fucking... full metal jacket...”
>You drop to a knee, having taken dozens of armor-piercing bullets to your chest
>”Walk it off Shiney! Lets go lets go! UP AND AT EM!”
>Staggering up to your feet, you stumble into the room those thugs had emerged from
>Finding yourself within an empty lounge, you stomp over to yet another pair of doors
"Gotta find... Cadence..."
>You tear the doors open
*BWOOF!*
>Your eyes widen
“GRENADE!”
>”What?”
>A tiny black blur impacts your chest before everything goes white
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>>29101116
>The blinding blast knocks you back a few steps as the Morning Star falls out of your hand
>Gasping for breath, an eye of yours goes out and an arm falls limp
>Through your cracked visor, you look upon a man in a white suit wielding an M-16
>”Accursed Yokai! GO BACK TO HELL!”
>The pain is too great for you to do much else but snarl and charge
>A volley of bullets ripple through what’s left of your armor and tear through your body
>Stumbling closer, you reach out with your still-functional arm
>You grab hold of his rifle and chuck it across the room
>"Damnit!"
>In defiance, he brandishes a switchblade
>Shoving his weight against you, he slams the blade into your chest
>”DIE! DIE DAMN YOU!”
>”I give him an A for effort.”
>You wrap your hand around his throat and shove him against his desk
“MORS ULTIMA RATIO!"
>He gasps as you tighten your grip
>"URK... w-What?!"
“RICHIE! Where is your boss!?"
>His eyes begin to bulge out of his head while you squeeze his throata
>Squirming in your grasp, the Yakuza reaches a hand into his pocket and pulls out a phone
>He dials as fast as he can before shoving it at your face
>"Its… for… you!"
>Sneering down at him, you consider snapping his neck right there
>Taking a deep breathe, you drop him instead
>He gasps for air as you scoop his phone off the ground
>Hitting speaker phone, a gruff man’s voice grumbles up at you
>”Spoon? Why are you calling this late, what’s wrong?”
“Are you Richie?”
>”Who is this? How did you get this number?”
“I made Spoon give it to me after I slaughtered his men and threatened to snap his neck.”
>”Oh… I see.”
>Richie’s voice is muffled for a moment, though you can still vaguely hear him say
>”Go back to bed Spoiled.”
>Clearing his throat, he asks
>”Is my lieutenant dead?”
“Not yet.”
>”Good, let’s cut a deal.”
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>>29101169
>You narrow your eyes as vision slowly returns to one of them
>”What do you want in exchange for my man’s life? Money, drugs, guns?”
“Earlier today your men kidnapped a woman named Cadence Mi Amore Cadenza. I want her.”
>”I see…. you’re one of them. Spoons are you there?”
>”Yes boss?”
>”Tell me what happened.”
>The thugs rubs his neck as he stares up at you
>”This guy, he came out of nowhere and killed everyone. He’s carrying some kind of giant mace. It has to be the Yokai, or his champion Bulk Biceps.”
>You scowl down at the thug as the room goes quiet
>”A mace huh… who are you?”
“I’m the guy who’s going to splatter your man’s brains against the wall if he doesn’t get what he wants.”
>The thugs grits his teeth while the two of you await Richie’s response
>”Just as I expected…”
“Hm?”
>”Several 911 dispatches have been called to my club.”
>”Whoops.”
>”Leave behind my man for the police, and in exchange I will personally give you the girl.”
“Bullshit! I’ll leave him here and you’ll just—“
>”Wait for you to come around tomorrow to slaughter more of my employees and destroy more of my businesses? No, I’m not playing this game with you. We settle this now.”
>You fall quiet, caught off guard by his response
>”If I didn’t know better, I’d say Richie was challenging us to a fight.”
“Where do I find you?”
>”Daisy Wood.”
“Who?”
>”The park just outside Chinatown. Be there in an hour or the deal’s off."
“If you’re fucking with me I’ll—“
>He hangs up on you
“—grrrrr!.”
>You crush the phone in your hand and let the pieces crumble to the floor in front of Spoons
>”You're a dead man Biceps.”
>”Heh, if Bulk was here this whole club would be rubble by now.”
>Turning your back on the thug, you pick up your Morning Star and walk back into the club
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>>29101215
>The stench of fresh blood and gunpowder dominates the balcony
>Marching along the ledge, you glance down and see that the ground floor is empty, with many tables and chairs overturned
>As you walk over the bloody remains of the Yakuza thugs, the roar of an engine tears your attention to the ground floor
>”SHINING!”
>Out of the narrow entrance hallway rides Gilda atop her motorcycle
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
>”There’s like fifty fucking cops outside!”
“SHIT!”
>Vaulting over the ledge, you make a messy landing on top of the DJ stand before rolling onto the dance floor
>Swerving past the wreckage of the club, Gilda rides up beside you and offers a hand
>”You look like shit!”
“I’ll be fine! LETS GO!”
>You grab her hand and crawl onto the bike
>Gilda’s chopper hauls ass back towards the entrance, just barely fitting into the narrow hallway
>”We looking to break last time’s high score of six?”
“Fuck no!"
>”What?!”
“Get us out of here!”
>At the end of the hallway you spot several officers carrying rifles and shotguns
>”STOP OR WE’LL SHOOT!”
>Gilda ducks her head and slams on the gas
>Several officers hit the deck as you and Gilda fly out into the street
>Your eyes widen as spotlights from multiple police cars blind you
>”YOU’RE SURROUNDED!"
>Gunshots rings out from all directions as a few officers open fire
>Just as you were beginning to see with your injured eye, a bullet crashes through your visor and takes your good one
“AAARRRRRGH!”
>Screaming at the top of the lungs, you can barely keep yourself from striking at the cops
>Gilda’s own scream shocks you out of your rage as she zooms in between two parked squad cars
>She raises a bloody hand and aims her UZI back at the police
“NO!”
>You knock her hand aside, scattering bullets through the air
“JUST DRIVE!”
>Riding down into an alley way too narrow for them to follow, you give the cops the slip
>For now
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>>29101252
And that's it for now!
Holidays look like they'll be pretty busy on my end, but hopefully these two updates will keep ya'll reading satisfied for a while!

Until next time!
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>>29098231
>>29064881
Sunset Sandwich is best sandwich
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>>29101295
>not calling it a pancake-bacon-pancake sandwich
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>>29055730
>You’re maybe a little bit nervous
>”Ms. Sparkle?”
“G-gah! I d-d-don’t know, I’m s-sorry!”
>Ms. Harshwhinny flinches away from you, her eyes wide
>”I was merely going to ask if you knew the answer to this equation, dear. I meant no offense.”
“It’s, uh, s-sorry, I wasn’t… I d-don’t…”
>You snap back to reality — a reality which, in this case, happens to be Ms. Harshwhinny’s pre-calculus class — just in time to find yourself staring at a basic natural-log equation
>”If you don’t understand, that’s quite alright. What are you stuck on?”
“Uh…”
>Now that you’re actually focused, you make yourself read through the equation
“N-nothing. The answer’s 3e^xy.”
>”That’s… correct. Excellent work.”
>Harshwhinny nods, and returns to her lecture
>You, meanwhile, lean your head in your hands, sweating
>In just twenty minutes, school will be over
>And then Treehugger will come over to your house again
>It’ll be just you and her, alone, in the basement
>For some reason, the thought of being alone with her makes your tongue swell up in your mouth, feeling thick and wet against your palate
>Will she ask to listen to one of your stories again?
>Maybe she will; at the very least, you really, really hope she does
>Reading one of them to her felt so…
>You don’t really have a word for it
>But it was a really good feeling
>You just hope you don’t accidentally cry if she says something nice again

>The second that class ends, you zip out the door in an exceptionally-sneaky purple flash
>As always, the hallways are packed at the end of the day, and you find yourself squishing up against the wall to avoid bumping into anybody, hunching low with your backpack held against your chest
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>>29101559
>When you reach your locker, you organize your books calmly and methodically, keeping your head down
>At the locker next to yours, Rainbow Dash is rambling loudly about her Friday night plans
>”Dude, I bought an entire 24-pack of Mountain Dew! I’m gonna get so fucked up, brah!”
>You try your best to shut her out, close your locker, and then head towards the exit, ready to begin the long, lonely walk home

>After you get about twenty feet from the school, you notice footsteps trailing behind
>Turning, you see Treehugger following you, arms crossed behind her head
>She nods in your direction
>”Sup?”
“Uh… h-hey?”
>You glance around
“W-why are you following me?”
>”For sleepover part two?”
“A-already?”
>”Yeah? I mean, why not? It’s not like I’ve got anywhere else to be.”
“Y-you should wait.”
>”Huh? Why?”
“Because I s-said so! You c-c-can’t just come over to people’s houses w-whenever you want!”
>”You can if they’re your friend, right?”
“That d-doesn’t— friend?”“
>”Uh, yeah?”
>Treehugger laughs, pulling up alongside you
>She slings an arms around your shoulders, which probably isn’t terribly difficult for her to do, seeing as her own shoulders are about level with the top of your head
>Her arm pulls your body against hers, and you’re immediately hit by the scent of flowery soap and incense-baked clothes
>It’s a rich, earthy smell, and your mind goes blank for a moment
“W-what were we talking about?”
>”I’m chilling at your house. For the sleepover.”
“Y-you can’t!”
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>>29101565
>You pull away from Treehugger’s embrace
>”Why not, dude?”
>Treehugger looks hurt
>”I thought you wanted me over. If you don’t, that’s cool, but…”
>She brushes her dreadlocks out of her face
>”You’re acting super weird, man.”
“It’s… it’s j-just…”
>You clench your teeth, trying to figure out how to tell Treehugger the thing that you absolutely cannot and will not tell her
>She places a hand on your shoulder, then touches her forehead to hers
>When her breath hits your face, a tiny firework goes off somewhere in the back of your neck
>”If something’s wrong, I want you to tell me, alright? It messes me up big-time when my friends are freaking out like this.”
“F-friends.”
>”Yeah, .”
>She pulls you into a quick, brisk hug
>”Friends.”
“Alright. I j-just… I need to t-take care of my mom. And it m-might seem a bit w-w-weird, but… p-promise me you won’t get freaked out.”
>Treehugger blinks
>”Freak out? Dude, look at me.”
>Treehugger gestures to her posture, which is so laid-back as to border on scoliosis
>”I’m not gonna freak out. And hey, it’s *super* cool that you can take care of your mom. Like really.”
“C-cool?”
>”Hell yeah, man. I mean, I can barely take care of myself. If you’re looking after her too, that’s… shit, man, that’s really impressive.”
>Treehugger ruffles your hair
>”All that work, and you still make super-cool stuff? And you’re a genius? You’re a pretty awesome girl, honestly.”
“A-awesome?”
>”Yep.”
>Treehugger sticks her hands in her pockets
>”I wish I were more like you, honestly.”
“M-more… more l-like… m-m-me?”
>Your face is starting to burn, and you tell yourself it’s just from anger
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>>29101569
>It’s not, of course
>You storm away from Treehugger, balling your hands into fists at your sides
“T-that’s stupid! D-d-don’t say d-dumb stuff like that!”
>”Whoa, what? Why?”
“B-because it’s dumb! You s-shouldn’t want to be like me!”
>”Why not?”
“…b-because! Now c-come on! We need to get home and, uh… g-get started!”
>”Yeah, started! On the project!”
>Treehugger beams, looking immensely proud of herself
>”See? I remembered it this time.”

>You open the door to your home quietly, and tip toe inside
>Treehugger just barges in, yawning loudly
“S-shush!”
>”Sorry.”
>She clasps her hands in front of her chest and bows
>”I should respect the sacred peace.”
“S-stop blathering, okay? J-just go down to the basement and wait for me. And b-be quiet.”
>”Can do, my dude.”
>Treehugger gives you a lazy salute, and then slinks off
>Which leaves you to tiptoe upstairs and knock on your mom’s bedroom door
>She doesn’t answer, which you expected
>And when you push the door open, you find her sitting upright, looking out the window at the backyard garden
>Outside, the daffodils sway in the gentle Fall breeze, a few of their petals dropping and flittering away in the breeze
“H-hey, mama.”
>She doesn’t answer
“Did you e-eat anything today?”
>”No.”
“D-do you want to?”
>”I don’t.”
“Alright. I c-can make you something, j-j-just in case.”
>”I already told you, I don’t want anything.”
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>>29101571
“O-okay. I’ll heat up some leftovers f-from yesterday. So you h-have something.”
>Velvet doesn’t answer
>You duck out of the room, your heart hammering in your chest
>Back in the kitchen, you throw a little of the Thai food you ordered on Tuesday into the microwave, and nuke it to a nice, steaming heat
>Returning to Velvet’s room, you set the plate on her nighstand
“H-here. It’s r-really good. If you d-don’t want it, t-that’s okay. I j-just don’t want you to g-get hungry, or… yeah.”
>”I already told you. I’m not hungry.”
“I k-know, but… j-just in case.”
>…
“I, um… I h-have a friend over.”
>”Oh.”
“Y-yeah! She and I are w-working on a project, and we might r-read another one of my stories.”
>…
“I’ll, um… I’ll see you t-tonight.”
>…
>You linger in Velvet’s room for a moment before you leave

>When you head down to the basement, Treehugger is stretched out across your couch again, staring at the ceiling
>”Hey dude. You ready to get started?”
>You walk right past the couch, drop your backpack, and sit on the floor
>From within it, you pull out your laptop and set it atop your thighs
>”Twi? You alright?”
“F-fine.”
>You start typing, even though you’re not paying any attention to the words
“We n-need to get this done. Let’s j-just get to work, okay?”
>”Twi?”
>Treehugger sits up, watching you
>You do your best to pretend you don’t notice her, your fingers flying over the keys as you hammer gibberish about Charles II into a word processor
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>>29101580
>The couch cushions groans as Treehugger stands up, padding over to you on bare feet
>Your fingers mash the keys faster, turning barely-coherent paragraphs into pure word soup
>Treehugger kneels down by your side, resting a hand on your shoulder
>”Hey. You wanna read something for a bit?”
>You shake your head, your hands ceasing their attempts to type
>Instead, they rest in your lap, shaking
>”Then here. I can read tonight, alright?”
>Treehugger takes you by the hand and helps you to your feet
>She sits on a corner by herself, this time, and allows you to lay across the cushions instead of her
>Like before, there’s nowhere near enough room for the both of you
>Except, this time, your head ends up in Treehugger’s lap instead of the opposite
>For a moment, you’re tempted to flinch away, to curl on the floor instead so you won’t bother her
>But you don’t
>Treehugger’s legs are warm and soft beneath your cheek
>Inhaling deeply, you allow yourself to breathe in the earthy, sacred scent of her again
>The fic from last night still rests on the coffee table, so Treehugger picks it up and starts to read
>”Chapter Two: In the Face of Endless D… D…”
“Diabolism.”
>”Whoa. Cool.”
“Y-yeah.”
>”The light of a dying star spun down in crashing, f… f…”
“Fractured.”
>”Right. —Fractured spires around Marevelous as she fought to stay consciousness, standing over the battered bodies of her allies.”
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>>29101584
>Treehugger pauses
>”Should I continue?”
“P-please.”
>She smiles, laying a hand on your head
>Her fingers splay through your hair, her nails scratching against your scalp
>A pleasant, warm sensation dribbles down the back of your neck as Treehugger continues to read
>She stumbles over nearly any word with more than three syllables, of course
>But there’s a melodic tone to her voice, and gradually the warmth spreads down your neck and to the rest of your body
>Outside, the sun dips down below the horizon, leaving the windows tinted black
>A Fall breeze rattles their panes, sounds mournful and cold
>But inside, with Treehugger, you’re warmer and cozier than you’ve felt in years

That's all for tonight (this morning?). More to come soon.
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>>29101559
>>“N-nothing. The answer’s 3e^xy.”
>>sexy

seriously jeff?
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>>29102471
That reads more like Trixie, pal.
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>>29102471
p/ln=nis
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>>29102471
it should be 5 not 3
they suck at math
5e^xy
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>>29099115
Good, because I'm not into that shit.
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>>29103252
"You underestimate my power to get infinite Timbers to run trains on my waifu" t. Literally Iceman
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>>29103310
Go to bed, Ekwig.
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>>29103324
>>29103252
kys autistic tripfag
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>>29103433
no u
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>>29103433
We don't do that here, neo-/nst/, maybe to Fapman but I like him.

>>29103252
Now that I remember, you told me to kill myself in the podcast so I could go to the afterlife and fuck SciTwi. I like you.
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>>29101565
>”Dude, I bought an entire 24-pack of Mountain Dew! I’m gonna get so fucked up, brah!”
Fucking Rainbow.
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>>29101591
Velvet has crippling depression, right?

I feel for Twi.
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>>29103612
>podcast
How autistic is it?
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>>29103964
This one wasn't as autistic as the one they did before.
It's fun.
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>tfw /nst/ is one of the comfiest threads, and every other thread involving someone you enjoy is full of wannabe alphas demanding only waifu-fucking in a particular manner.

Well, aside from /flower/, but Glorifags are a rare breed on their own.
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>>29104137
that actually made me feel pretty good
thanks
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>>29104137
Someone wasn't around during 2015 /nst/
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>>29104241
Me too.
I love this thread as a son.
That sunfag is a good guy.

>>29104295
Are you refering to the shitstorms caused by anons over Anon from RfO and R9KLight? Because those were fun, though, looking back, most of the posts were ironic shitposting more than anything. I would know, I shitposted about that from time to time.
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Hey guys. For those interested, we'll have another CoC podcast tonight, starting around 8:30 PM CST.

Also, expect a TreeTwi update either tonight or early tomorrow morning. See you then.
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>>29104684
Forgot the link because I'm mentally retarded.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOlwdSyjYBM
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>>29104684
Sorry.
:^)
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>>29104873
Lewd
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>>29099844
>>29100263
Really? That's interesting. I've always been under the impression that Twi Twi was the weakest one, with Sugarlight close to Bully. Maybe I should read them from the start again before I do anything else.

Anyway, I post too much and add very little, so have this weird doodle I made months ago. It's kind of ugly but, eh, it was already done.
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Goodnight nst
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I've been playing some test games on Stellaris in preparation for finishing Scilight Wars.

Well, the pone mod seems to have been updated quite extensively since I quit. When Moonie leveled up, she straight up ascended and became an immortal.

So, uh, yeah. I need to think about how I'm going to finish this up without completely breaking the saved game in half.
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>>29099262
She is. </3

>>29099353
oof. It's never good to kill, nonny.
No spoilers

>>29099398
Same! :D

I got an updated bin for everyone!
http://pastebin.com/EgBXe6G9
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>>29106668
>Moondancer
>Eternal leader of HST
No, god, please no.
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>>29104690
That was a pretty short one. I honestly cringe a little when EQG is playing. Does she only play children because that's all she can actually understand?

Lloyd and Indigo should just focus on killing the gophers with shotguns and give the escort quest a rest.
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>>29106693
>It's never good to kill
I disagree on this. I don't really believe in redemption. I do believe that kids that do thatnot shit, deserve a second chance, as long as they didn't kill an innocent person, of course.

>>29106926
Ah, here comes the autist who calls other people autists.
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>>29106944
Calling EQG an autist is like calling Stephen Hawking a cripple. It's obvious but saying it out loud makes you a dick.
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>>29107033
I am that fag who watches the podcast live and tbqhwyfam, I would watch a three hour podcast of "we bully the Ekwig" and I can tell you that your meme is not fun.
Also, technically, we are all autistic to a certain degree.
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>>29106944
Oh it's not about redemption, it's about punishment. It's a bit morbid, but Amber wants bad people to suffer for their crimes, not get an easy out
And she and I agree on the second point, famichi. Stupid kids should get a good slap on the wrist as long as they haven't done anything horrible, but be allowed to carry on with life
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>>29107091
"There's no empirical evidence that Fat Bastard is real."
>>
Page 10 bump.
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>>29108015
>>jj
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>>29080362
Why Pinkie. Why not another not-worthless pony?
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>>29108413
because itw a good picture of sunset and pinkie just happens to be in there
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>>29106309
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>>29109877
>"Lookit how smug that there city slickin' magician is, Twilight! Go on, teach her a lesson! You practice that faggy magic shit all the darn time!"
"W-What, no I don't... She's l-lying!"
>"Put on yer cape! You can beat her!"
"U-Uh... Who is this random southern person? I don't do magic. That's lame! STOP STARING AT ME!"
>"Twilight, stop yer runnin'!"
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>Wake up.
>Triple S routine.
>Have breakfast.
>Go to work.
>Have boss bitch at me for the mistakes of other people who are supposed to know the same shit I do.
>Go have lunch.
>There must have been something wrong with the food because I feel like my entrails are on fire.
>Had to use the bathroom in my work.
>No paper.
>Had to use one of my socks.
>Good thing I had an extra pair.
>Work.
>Time to go home.


>Guy who is obviously high wanted to mug me.
>"Look... buddy... I don't want to hurt you... so you best give me everything you have."
>Zero fucks given.
"No."
>Walk away.
>Guy yells something.
>Again, zero fucks given.
>Get home.
>Take a shower.
>Check 4chin on my phone.
>Lay down in bed for a quick nap.
>Have a cockroach fall on my face.
>Kill it with my bare hands.
>Take another shower.
>Cry.


So, how has your day been, /nst/?
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>>29111123
my day was good
it rained today, normally it doesnt happen where I live
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>>29111738
Looks pretty cool to be OC.
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goodnight nst
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>>29112752
Nani?!
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>>29113491
you're dead nonny
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>>29113980
What is dead may never die.
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>>29113491
What does Nani even mean?
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>>29114484
EHHH??! NANTO?!!
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>>29114484
"What?!"
Depending on the tone it may mean like three different things.
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>>29114502
YOU ARE A FUCKING WHITE MALE!
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>>29114484
what
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>>29111123
>Take day off.
>Buy donuts and some god tier "mexican" Coca Cola, which, by the way, is uncucked not like American Coke.
>Spend day playing shitty DOOM .wads.
>Stop playing for lunch.
>Still have diarrhea from yesterday.
>Whatever.
>Play some more DOOM.
>Take shower.
>Take nap.
>Start masturbating, since that's one of the few pleasures life can give a man in almost every day of his life.
>Reaching the point of no return.
>*Knock*
>*Knock*
>*Knock*
>Have to stop masturbating.
>Go answer the door.
>Surprise, faggot!
>It's fucking mom and dad!
>Don't like 'em. But, what can you do? I mean, they are family.
>They are staying Christmas with me.
>I hadn't even prepared food since I was just thinking of crying and eating some pasta, maybe fuck some whore for some shekels.
>They brought food with them, I guess that's something good.
>They go to the hotel they are staying in.
>I can't pop a boner again.


Why must everything be so shitty. I love you, /nst/.
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>>29116596
>spoiler
me too

also what wads did you play?
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>>29102137
would you stick other things into her bum? :^)
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>>29116702
>pol.wad
Pretty fun.
>Doom2InNameOnly (This one is a megawad)
I wanted to kill myself after the first few maps.
>BrutalDoom.
Actually pretty fun, even though I heard that the guy behind it is a fucking idiot.
>MoonMan.pk3
The guns and the skins for the player and enemies are really cool and fun.
>FractalDoom.wad
Enemies have the ability to fractal into little versions of themselves, fun, but it can rape you if you are careless.
>ThePlutoniaExperiment.
My first time in Nightmare, never again.
And /vr/ told me something I didn't knew for many many years, Berserk lasts for the entire level, who would have thought?
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>>29041346

>The original prompt
>"Uhhh, mmm... Anon? W-what are you doing after school?"
>Be Anonymous
>You grew up in a human town with Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy.
>Your parents knew their parents (except for Applejack), and you played together as kids.
>You went to the same school together.
>Then everything changed during The Cootie Outbreak.

>Separated from the girls, your childhood friends, you were quarantined with Flash Sentry and the other boys.
>That was about the time you entered the world of "escapist fantasy."
>It was simple at first, you weren't good at sports so you were glad when your "new friends" invited you to play videogames instead of some other activity.
>Flash sucked at videogames, but he sucked at sports too.
>In videogames, he always went straight for the princess, never took the time to gather power-ups or level up.
>When his princess was "in another castle," he just quit.
>You stayed behind to clean up his mess.
>You got better at videogames, played smarter, didn't die as much.
>Unfortunately "didn't die as much" translated into "hogging the controller." In the middle of your hard work, Flash's whining got him the controller, with predictable results.
>The Cootie Outbreak ended before you were even close to rescuing the princess.
>After getting your Cootie Shot, you still had a job to do.
>Elementary school became middle school, but they just kept coming out with more games, more worlds that needed to be saved.
>Pinkie Pie wanted to have a "boy-girl party" to celebrate the end of the quarantine, but you weren't able to attend, and her parents said she wasn't old enough anyway.
>Middle School became High School and Flash started a band.
>You were the best drummer according to the Rock Band videogame, but you didn't have time for groupies when there were princesses and kingdoms to save.
>At least Flash focusing on his band gave you the time with the controller you needed to finish.
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>>29116957


>Monsters were slain as you rose in power
>Evil felt you coming for it and threw everything at you, but you had extra lives
>You had more patience and dedication than any of the other gamers they had faced.

>Flash found a substitute band member by the name of Sunset Shimmer.
>You and her didn't get along.
>To be fair, you barely even looked up from the game when she first walked in.
>You didn't know about her bullying, the first time she tried it on you, the creepy weirdo who was always playing videogame, you paused the game and looked at her.
>She had the eyes of a she-demon.
>You had killed she-demons before.
>By this point in your "adventuring career" you had saved several worlds and ended the reign of worse evils.
>She nervously looked away, and let you get back to your game.
>Flash and Sunset started dating and you saw less of them.
>You heard Pinkie Pie and Rarity were fighting, something about decorations.
>You didn't want to pick sides, at least not unless one side was clearly evil.
>School dances came and went, but you stayed home to make sure evil fell and worlds were saved.
>Pinkie Pie and Rarity made up, friends you didn't even know were fighting made up, thanks to someone called "Twilight Sparkle."
>Finally, you finished the last levels of the last games and could catch up with your old friends.
>You had never bought the games, never set out to be an adventurer.
>You just couldn't quit in the middle of a quest to save the world, like Flash.
>You met other friends inside the game, true comrades-at-arms who stuck by you through hell and back.
>The "and back" part was hard, once the world of the game was saved, there was nothing left to do but move on.
>You finally met Twilight Sparkle, thought you finally got a chance to thank her.
>Turns out this wasn't the same Twilight, but you never got an explanation.
>Wasn't the first time you went on a quest without knowing the details, and some games you just have to trust your friends.
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>>29117048

>It was strange how well you still fit in with people you hadn't hung out with since kindergarten.
>The girls were older now, becoming women.
>People treated them different, especially the other boys.
>Oddly enough, the other boys seemed a little afraid of them.

>Flash and Sunset had that "We used to date, but this doesn't have to be awkward, right?" thing going on.
>Flash and Twilight had a "You look like someone I want to date, but not really" thing.
>However, it went beyond that to almost every other boy and Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, even Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie!

>Sometimes a guy would approach the group and try to talk to one of the girls, that was normal.
>They were beautiful and you were honestly surprised MORE guys weren't hitting on them.
>You said as much after they made their lame excuses to leave, and the way each girl blushed was enough to make your heart ache.
>You looked at Sunset, who once upon a time might have been the cause, but if anything she had it worse.
>You started to worry it was you scaring the boys away, and offered to leave, but they asked you to say.

>You might be surprised how nice it was just sitting quietly with them.
>You had a feeling like "this is the way it is supposed to be," you had saved the world and it should always be this peaceful from now on.
>You couldn't explain it, no one understood how you could feel that way after beating a videogame, but around the girls you didn't feel the need to explain it.
>You could see the acceptance in their eyes, almost like they felt the same way.
>The world was at peace, so there was no need to go looking for excitement.

>Not that there was anything wrong with a little excitement.
>When yet another admirer turned and ran, you asked and got the impression that none of these girls would mind being asked out.
>It had to be the right guy, naturally. They weren't any more desperate for a boyfriend than you were for a new game, or for the world to be in danger...
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>>29117124

>They still had their hobbies, Rarity with her fashion because it was what she loved, Fluttershy with her animals because she loved each and every one of them.
>You helped out on Applejack's farm, and with Pinkie Pie's party decorations now that you had time.
>Rainbow Dash wanted you to join a sports team, but you were actually happy just cheering her from the stands right now.
>Actually, you were pretty out of shape, but you were working on that by jogging to school.
>However, when Twilight asked what you were doing after school...

>...for the first time in your life, you had no idea...

>...for the first time in you couldn't remember how long you weren't running home to finish your homework like the world depended on it.
>For the first time you weren't shoveling down your dinner untasted and losing sleep because something out a nightmare wanted to destroy everything that was good.
>You slept more soundly than you had in ages, ate the best breakfast that only those who have had a near death experience get to enjoy.
>You had peace...

>...but unfortunately you now had the full attention of Twilight "College Prep" Sparkle!
>You had only average grades and no extra-curricular activities to look good on a college application.
>When the teacher assigned you to work together on a graded assignment, she had been so nervous she could barely arrange a time to work together.
>She worried you would play videogames while she did all the work.
>However, with your videogames all "saved," you got to work with her, and seeing your work she couldn't believe your grades were as low as they were.
>It wasn't hard, you logged more hours trying to find and decode magic scrolls.
>The two keys were diligence and ignoring extraneous information.
>Twilight was good at both, or at least she could be when someone was there to calm her down.
>She kept second-guessing herself on what counted as "extraneous information." All of it was important enough to put in the book!
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>>29117227

>However, "all of it" was not necessary for a "brief report." That was what the teacher assigned, "a brief report," when he paired you and Twilight together. There was a simple solution.
"We have enough to finish the report right now..."
>"But we also have enough time to change it! There's so much material we could add! Material you researched, doesn't that mean anything to you?!"
"...Let me finish what I was going to say. I was going to recommend that we finish what we will call "the early draft" and bring it to school tomorrow, where we will consult with the teacher who actually has to grade it. Adding more material would require a major overhaul of the structure we used to present the information..."
>"And the teacher will know how to change the report! Brilliant!"
"...Again, let me finish. Its true that we are not adding all the material we found and omitting an important detail could cost us points. However, I intend to ask the teacher if we can earn extra credit for handing our work in early. The extra points could more than compensate for any omission, and meanwhile give us time to help our friends with their report. The teacher did pair up Applejack and Rainbow Dash, who might still be arm-wrestling on which topic to write about."
>"...I would like to help our friends out. It's just that so much of Crystal Prep. was about grades and competition-!"
"You're not in Crystal Prep. anymore! Part of the reason for that was all your friends are here... Ready to help and support you..."
>"And I do want to help them... You're sure that what we have is enough?"
"I suggest we ask the person who grades it and thus gets to decide what is enough."

>It turned out to be more than enough.
>You got an A+ even before adding the extra-credit for handing your work in early.
>The teacher made a little note for the two of you to come by their office to apologize for not being able to find room in their evaluation to reflect the extra credit.
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>>29117327

>Meanwhile you had more pressing concerns.
>Twilight may or may not have been learning to relax about grades, but she was currently more worried about her friends failing than her own extra credit.
>Even good friends disagree sometimes, especially when it comes to school assignments that neither of them WANT to do, but both want to be "in charge of."
>Some school projects are so boring that the only way to motivate yourself to do them is to pick a fun topic.
>Imagine what happens when you can't agree on what a "fun topic" means.
>Arguing is actually more fun than doing the project, which is one of the many things that lead to procrastination.
>Twilight can't stand procrastination.
>Also, you were apparently still her partner, even though you had already handed the assignment in.

>The two of you got to work, no longer aiming for extra credit for handing in early, but Twilight was learning to eliminate extraneous information.
>There simply wasn't TIME to include everything that might maybe be important!
>Unfortunately, she was not getting any better at not worrying about it!
>"HOW ARE YOU SO CALM!?!"
"I said I was working on it. I am making regular progress, sticking to my schedule, and each time I do it reassures me that I will meet my goals as scheduled..."
>"But what about-?!"
"There are other things I could do, but there is no room in the schedule, so adding things would keep me from reaching my goals on time..."
>"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON'T FINISH ON TIME!?!"
"I will finish THIS WORK on time" you firmly pat the stack in front of you, "but I don't have time to worry about other things and neither do you. Don't you trust the schedule you made?"
>"...I would have preferred to devote more time for research..."
"You would prefer to devote ALL your time to research."
>Twilight chuckled.
>"Not anymore. Now I have friends I like spending time with..."
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>>29117397

"Well, your friends are all here... Doesn't it make you feel like we can accomplish ANYTHING, when you see all of us working together?"
>"...yeah..."
"Hold onto that feeling, Twilight."

>Twilight calmed down, but maybe too much.
>She passed out, falling asleep at her desk with a book open and a calm little smile on her face.
>You put a comforter around her shoulders like a shawl and finished your first all-nighter in a while.
>It was strange, doing this for something so small as a homework assignment.
>It wasn't life or death, no monsters were trying to kill you, no lives depended upon your success.
>It was strangely calming, but you knew better than to let your calm lull you to sleep.
>Sometimes the boss at the "end of the game" isn't really dead, he's about to come back in an "even more Final Form."
>You can sleep when there weren't people depending on you doing your job.
>You finished your job, and then the last few pages of Twilight's.
>She was almost done, and only drooled on one page, easily replaced.
>You handed the work to Rainbow Dash as a bribe for not joining her on her morning jog.
>She ran to show Applejack, probably taking most of the credit, but that was the idea.
>The teacher would eventually give them one of the highest grades they had every received, but not until Twilight ran to school in a panic that even Rainbow Dash could not keep up with.
>Her apology was so fast and constant that it took a bit of "tough love" from Applejack to anyone else get a word in edgewise.
>Nothing too tough, she just came up behind Twilight and Rainbow Dash, picked up Twilight in a hug that turned "sorrysorrysor-!" into a squeak.
>Applejack's honest "thank you" was a bit hard to deal with.
>The country girl explained how all Twilight's hard work had paid off in the report they handed in, and the purple smart girl knew she wasn't lying.
>Still, it is hard to take really sincere praise.
>We were just helping a friend, doing what any friend would do.
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>>29117473

>You didn't need anyone to say "thank you," and it was hard to deal with someone who said it to you and really, REALLY meant it.

>Pinkie Pie wanted to have a party after school. Considering You and Twilight had also helped her with the report, it was easy to see how someone could take that the wrong way.
>"Really, you don't have to-"
"Yes she does."
>"Anon!"
"Don't take this the wrong way, but the party is not "for" us. It wouldn't feel right to do it without us, but sometimes people just need to celebrate. I need it, Pinkie Pie needs it, and Pinkie Pie knows you need it. You've helped her with her report, now let her help you celebrate the report being finished!"

>Twilight accepted.
>She really did need help.
>You gave Pinkie Pie a special noisemaker and express instructions to "make some noise" every time she saw Twilight still worrying about the report.
>You did this in front of Twilight, and eventually she got the hint.
>She gasped like a frightened Fluttershy, but then she finally took a breath.
>She tried to party, she even tried to dance.
>Twilight Sparkle cannot dance, in any universe.
>However, dancing badly with friends is the whole point.
>This is why you saved the world.
>This is, uhhh, mmm... what you are doing after school...

The End
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>>29117519
Pretty good short, anon. I like how you write.
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>>29117519
Not bad. Gonna write a sequel?
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>>29118491
I'd also like to see a sequel
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>Posting less on the days before Christmas so that people on the general will believe you have some kind of life.
Sasuga /nst/.
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>>29118388
>HexenLight.wad
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Made a special Christmas card, and have some new TreeTwi updates for the next thread.

It'd be really cool if someone could pic-spam this so the next thread happens sooner, just saying :'^)
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>>29120583
>It'd be really cool if someone could pic-spam this so the next thread happens sooner, just saying :'^)
Say no more, familia.
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>>29120610
How many memes are in this image?
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>>29120671
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>>29120624
>id Software is horsefuckers.
Really made me think.
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appuls appuls appuls
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I will never understand how a game where you kill demons and even the devil (Icon of Sin) is considered satanic.
If anything, this game is more Christian than Donkey Ollie.
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Life advice from /nst/.
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I didn't change the filename.
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dykeshit is pure
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>>29120794
That particular dykeshit make me happy.
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Scilight is for >rape
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>>29120813
Scilight is like Tomoko, she is for cuddling and for hand-holding.
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Christmas Meme Music:
Good King Wenceslas
Sang by a thousand TV shows.

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither."
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather

"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
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New thread is up

>>29120978
>>29120978
>>29120978
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>>29118491

Maybe.

It's setup so that Anonymous could theoretically date one of the girls, or actually be useful by applying game logic to magical threats.

Need a threat, though.

Anyone still looking at this thread want to suggest a direction?
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