JoJo Thread #9 - Sorry, we missed JoJoGriffon edition

>>29172589
[literally me]

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Ditherer here, kicking off 2017 with your threadly dose of the「STAND」 Generator.

http://www.pages.drexel.edu/~dft29/Stand_Generator/Stand-Generation-Overdrive.html
Follow the instructions, post your results!

As ordered by our fellow Sonic Youth, replace the ability you get in "Description" and write your own description of how your Stand looks and works!

Put a link with the song or album you are referencing, that's what cool guys do.

You can also use this link to make a graph about your stand stats!
http://www.onlinecharttool.com/

Have fun, and Stand Proud!

MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>29166094
“Agamemno Contingency; File Code Name: Planetoid. Like the others, the Stand User for [SATURN'S CHILDREN] seems more content with living his life in peace than fighting the forces of evil. I've only ever seen him fight crime reactively, rather than investigate those who do wrong. Unfortunately, the nature of this universe over his own prevents him from sitting on the sidelines. Soon, he'll have to pick a side, and I can only hope it's ours.”
“In case he decides to go rogue, the following contingency plan will be the best course of action in dealing with him. Control over the gravity in his immediate area doesn't seem all that powerful at first glance, but with a little imagination, the possibilities can be immensely destructive. [SATURN'S CHILDREN] has been observed to launch objects at speeds faster than that of bullets and rockets. So long as he has even so much as a rock, this makes him a deadly sniper. Getting close enough to take him down would be tricky. If he spots you, he can increase the gravity affecting your body to the point where you won't be able to move. Theoretically, by manipulating the gravity around him, he could jump immense distances, and land like a feather. I don't believe he realizes just what his Stand is capable of. For now, he can still be taken down just like any normal man with a rifle. If caught off guard, it should be easy to knock him out.”

>>29173504
That's actually the first thought I had when pondering how to beat him. Knock him out before he has the chance to use his Stand.

Also, posting a new chapter of MLJ tomorrow Now with added Starswirl Brigade

>When you finally meet the fucker wearing your grandfathers grandfathers body, been fucking with your family for 100 years, made your mum sick with her stand by coming back alive, killed some of your closest friends or got his henchmen to do so, killed hundreds if not thousands of innocent people, looks gay with the those stupid wrist bracelets and elf boots, killed your grandfather in your final confrontation and only tactic in a fight is to shout 'Za warudo' so he can freeze fuck you.

It's beating time

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=D2L4r0Aelvg

>>29173504

c-can you do me?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iOl2csKZzQ

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>>29172677
I was worried not to get in time for the new thread, but I'm glad someone else posted it.

I'm gonna post some green in a bit!

>>29172589
Also, give it a shot and participate in the 「ALL-STAR BATTLE」

Many stands were thought of or generated in these threads, so why not have them face against each other and see who comes up on top?
>Pick any stands from these threads and come up with a battle!
>Example: [BENZIN] vs. [Rocket Man]
>You can use as many stands as you want. They could fight in groups or be a huge battle royale.
>Example: [Fortunate Son] and [Saturn's Children] vs. [GRAND CANYON]
>Try to describe a reason for the fight, the flow of the battle and who wins and how.
>Example: [GLORIA DEO] drops rocks from the moon, [TELL ME BABY] dies miserably.

>If you want to get really creative, do a battle of Jojo characters vs. Characters from MLP or EQG!

Last thread:
*Erich Rammstein had a run-in with the Storm Sisters http://pastebin.com/Z9YauLdb
*Wooden Bit, Sonic Youth and Erich teamed up against 「SPINAL TAP REQUIEM」http://pastebin.com/AUjwjBcF

Wich battlers are going to fight next?

Who is ready to rumble?

OPEN THE GAME!

if anybody has the list of stories for the ASB, can they repost so i cal roll one up?

>>29175186

thats me btw, fucking trip

>>29175186
>>29175190
>Jolyne vs. ｢Saturn's Children｣ [UNCLAIMED]
Gappy vs. Care Root (Cameo)
Giorno vs. Erich Rammstein (AusAnon)
Jotaro vs. ｢Feathery｣ (StarAnon)
Josuke vs. Rainbow Dash (Ace)
>Joseph vs. Ziggy Stardust [UNCLAIMED]
>Johnny vs. ｢Planisphère｣ [UNCLAIMED]
Jonathan vs. ｢Fire in the Church｣ (Ditherer)

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Continued from pastebin line 1077: http://pastebin.com/WP4W1KNm

Previously, Judas and the sisters began to fight, and Cloudchaser had to decide if she was going to engage Judas directly, or protect her sister...

>You are Flitter.
>Your hands are burning in pain.
>Who knew getting your hands pierced would burn so much?
>Perhaps it was the rust of the metal, or all the blood pouring out.
>Anyways, you are about to feel it all over your body.
>The robot man just launched two more explosive metal balls towards you.
>You know he is eating away his metal resources, so he must be trying to kill you and your sister in one shot.
>They might do the trick; they are even bigger than the other two.
>But you know your sister can get to him and finish the fight on time.
>Now you should just try your best to not die.
>The balls come closer.
>You close your eyes in fear and hold your breath.
>You hear them go off, and then all the pieces of scrap metal slicing through the air.
>But they never come.
>After a few seconds you feel a warm liquid fall over you, and then something heavy.
>You open your eyes.
“Sis!”
>Cloudchaser is on top of you; her back pierced by dozens of shrapnel pieces.
>Just behind her, her stand was fading away, a bunch of metal parts around her.
>She tried to protect you and couldn’t parry all the attacks!
“Why? I ordered you to forget about me…”
>Cloudchaer looks at you, struggling to keep her eyes open.
>”Sorry sis,” she says weakly.
>She grasps your hands and places your ribbon on them.
>” But that’s the one thing I’ll never do.” She manages to say before closing her eyes.
>The robot starts to fume.
>”That persistent bitch! Only a fool would try to stop my attacks!”
“SHUT UP!”
>You clench your hands in anger; your grip is strong enough that you can feel your nails drawing blood.
“You don’t know shit about my sister! So don’t you fucking dare say anything bad about her!”
>Your sister’s stand fades away.

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>>29175284
“She may be dumb and crass and is always depending on me telling her what to do,”
>In your hands you feel the love of your sister manifest.
“But she also looks after me when I’m not well, and is willing to give me anything to make me feel better.”
>You hold it firmly and tie it to your hands with your ribbon.
“Even her stand.”
>You get up and point at the robot with a giant pair of scissors bathed in your sister’s light magenta glow.
>”That’s impossible! Stand users can only have one stand!”
>You charge at him.
>He begins to form metal soldiers, but you don’t stop.
>You attack, lunge and disengage from each one, your experience as a Sabreuse coming back to you.
>”What’s happening!? I can’t reconstruct them!”
>You don’t care to analyze or find out what trouble he is having, the urge to destroy him clouds everything else.
>You get right up to him.
>He gathers metal from the ground and merges it in his arms forming two long blades.
>He swings at you, but you parry the attack with one upward swing, leaving him wide open.
>You put all your strength in riposting him, the handle of the scissors digging into your mangled hands.
>His abdomen is pierced, his robotic mouth gives a screeching scream of pain and begins to choke on some blood, but that is not enough.
>You twist the handle and open the scissors inside him, cutting him in half.
>His upper and lower sections fall on the floor.
>He isn’t screaming anymore.
>You release your grip from the scissors and they fall from your hands, disappearing the moment they touch the ground.
>You begin to feel dizzy.
>Your vision is getting blurry.
>But you fight your exhaustion by holding on the pain in your hands.
>This isn’t over yet.
>You pick up the container with the cat and then walk back to your sister.
>She is still breathing, but barely.
>She needs medical attention quickly or she will die.

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>>29175298
>You put your sister’s arm around your shoulders and do your best in carrying her with just one arm.
>You begin to walk through the destroyed remains of the laboratory.
“It’s going to be a rough journey home.”

Stand Name: [Scissor Sister]/Material Form

Stand User: Cloudchaser Storm

Namesake: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4H5I6y1Qvz0

Stand Ability: [Severing]
(http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Severing)

Stats:

Power: A

Speed: E

Range: E

Durability: A

Precision: E

Potential: E

Description: Cloudchaser's stand can morph into a giant pair of physical scissors, gaining more power at the cost of becoming a just an object. While she can't wield them herself, she can entrust them to someone else.
This form has the improved ability of [Severing], which not only allows it to cut anything solid or abstract, but also sever connections. Wounds dealt by the stand can not be healed.
The scissor can be divided into two separate blades.

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>>29175355
>An hour passes.
>Judas upper body begins to move.
>His eyes lit up with a glowing red light.
>”Those bitches! This isn’t the last they heard of the great Judas!”
>He looks at the damage in his body, necrosis beginning to appear in his last organic remains.
>”I just need to gather more metal and make a new body, then I’ll…”
>But no matter how much he tries to focus, his stand power doesn’t respond.
>”This can’t be happening! I can’t perish here, not me not the great…”
>”Barooo!”
>Upon hearing that noise, Judas last remaining blood runs cold.
>He turns his head and stares horrified at Subject 7.
>Her body bleeding and barely standing straight, but its eyes fiercer and determined than ever, and in its mouth…
>”That was on the corridor… a laser cannon!”
>Subject 7 is biting at the cables of a giant laser cannon that it dragged all the way back.
>Lightning begins to surround her, and the weapon begins to charge up.
>”No, you can’t do this to me! I’m your creator!”
>”Barooooooooo!”
>The cannon fires a concentrated beam of energy directly at Judas!
>With the high voltage granted by B-01 the beams becomes bigger, erasing Judas remaining parts and soon after it begins to destroy everything in the room.
>”This “Smell” is everywhere around me! I’ll eliminate it all!” thinks Subject 7 giving more power to the cannon and swinging the beam all around her.
>After a few seconds, the cannon overheats and explodes, bringing down the whole compound with it.
>The explosion was the worst in recent memory, but received little news coverage.
>”Six dead” was the official pronouncement.
>The cause? “Mishandling of explosive chemicals by a pharmaceutical company.”
>The Judas Group was never mentioned.
>And within a few months the incident was forgotten.

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>>29175375
December 28, 2014 14:30 PM
Spoon State Office, Canterlot

>”I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to find her so soon.”
“Well, my sister did say we would find her in no time.”
>”I remember. Where is she by the way?”
“She… had a medical appointment, so she couldn’t make it here.”
>You had Cloudchaser hospitalized that morning.
>Although she was in intensive care, the doctors assured you that, thanks to you bringing her there in time, she was no longer in danger and would be out in a few months.
>Your hand injuries were also taken care of.
>You do need some time in rehabilitation, but you managed to convince your friend Redheart to let you out to finish this business.
>So you came straight from the hospital, with your bandages hidden by gloves, and with Princess Blue in her new container.
>The moment you announced that you had her, a group of veterinaries came to see her right away.
>As for yourself, you went to Mr. Spoon’s office to have him complete his part of the deal.
>”I am a man of my word; here are fifty thousand dollars in cash.”
>He gives you a single wad of bills.
>How funny, you almost expected it to be in a briefcase like in the movies.
>You count the bills one by one, when suddenly one of the veterinaries comes into the office and whispers something very quickly to Mr. Spoon.
>”I see…” he says with forlorn eyes before dismissing him.
>He looks back to you.
>”Did you notice any… abnormalities in Princess Blue when you found her?”
>You think of the rampaging blue monster, and the destroyed laboratory.
”Not really, although she did seem very tired.” You lie.
>You don’t know what went on with those soldiers, but you don’t want to be part of it.
>You barely escaped alive, and just got paid.
>That was enough for you.

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>>29175419
>”I understand.”
“Is something the matter?”
>”They’ve just informed me that Princess Blue has passed away.”
>What?
“How did that happen?”
>”This wasn’t the first time she escaped from our mansion. She used to disappear into the city a couple of times, but she always came back. But this time, when she decided to stay away, it was for a good reason. She became pregnant without us knowing. We always tried to give her any commodities she may need, but at heart she always was meant to be free. And now, she died while giving birth to three little blue kittens.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
>”You don’t have to. All of this was our fault in the first place. If we had treated her as a pet since the beginning, instead of a… commercial element, then this wouldn’t have happened.” He smiles a little “Besides, I know my daughter will get sad about the loss of Princess, but those kittens will surely cheer her up.”
>What a weird feeling…
>You feel safe knowing that that monster is dead, but still… you can’t help to feel a bit sad after all you’ve been through to find her.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Spoon.”
>You turn to leave, but he stops you.
>”Wait, I want to say I misjudged you the other day. You are a mature lady.”
>…
>Somehow, hearing that makes you feel better than getting paid.
>”Allow me to give you an advice, from a businessman to another. You should invest that money not only in your forte, but also with someone you can trust. “
>You smile.
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
>”Before you leave, after everything you did for us, would you like to take one of the kittens with you?”
>You shudder at the thought.
“Sorry, but I already have a huge bitch to look after.”

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>>29175427
Canterlot's Points of Interest Number 1:
The Spoon's Brothel.

When Canterlot first began as a settlement for many travelers, three important factors made it become a town.
While Sweet Apple Acres had the land for farming, and the Rich General Store made treades with neighbouring towns, The Spoon's Brothel was the main reasonwhy travelers decided to go to Canterlot.
It's founder, Madame Wooden Spoon figured out that she could provide a service that any men would want, so in time, her working girls became so popular that they began to earn more money than the very men they served.
Soon after, the entire town sprung up around the influx of clients. And with their their earnings Canterlot was able to fund a Town Hall, Schools, Hospitals and even a Church.
With all that wealth, women became leaders of the community, thus making Canterlot one of the first places to have a Female Mayor.
Nowadays, the brothel is still around, providing adult entertainment of excellence, although mostly the patrons have to be quite wealthy to pay for it.

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>>29175486
>Subject 7 limps pitifully through the bushes of Canterlot Park.
>When the Cannon exploded she received a great deal of damage, but still had enough strength to use her power to dig her way through one kilometer of solid rock and escape the explosion.
>Her organism isn’t regenerating at full force.
>”That is fine. I just need to find her.” She thinks.
>Since escaping the Judas Laboratory, she’s been following the scent of her beloved blue cat.
>”She is fine. There was no animosity towards her from the ones that took her from the lab.”
>Slowly, her strength is fading away.
>”It is fine. I just need to know.”
>And now, the scent of the blue cat has vanished.
>”…”
>Subject 7 stops walking.
>Her transformation slowly reverts to stage 1.
>She lays her body low; her front paws crossed one over the other and her head slowly descends between them.
>She doesn’t feel anger, or anxiety.
>She just feels hollow.
>As if the most important thing in the world had been taken away from her.
>Her vision begins to become foggy.
>Everything gets colder.
>”I just wanted to see her one last time.”
>She closes her eyes…
>…
>…
>She faintly hears something getting closer.
>”This feeling!”
>With an otherworldly effort, Subject 7 opens her eyes.
>Right in front of her was her beloved blue cat.
>Subect 7 felt the usual warmth she felt when she saw her.
>Slowly, the rest of the cats from the cottage begin to appear around her.
>Subject 7 purrs softly.
>The kindness embracing her made her feel safe and happy.
>She wasn’t alone anymore.
>And that was fine for her.

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>>29175497
Three months later.

>You are Cloudchaser, and being in the hospital for so long was the worst.
>You had to get your bandages changed every few hours, had to drink a shit ton of painkillers.
>And it was so fucking boooooring!
>Shit, your ass gets numb just remembering all the time you spent doing nothing.
>”Keep moving sis, we are almost there.”
“Come on sis! I just got out of the hospital!”
>Flitter is leading you somewhere by the hand.
>You’ve never seen her this excited in years, so you don’t talk back to her all that much.
>After a few more blocks she finally stops.
>”Here we are! What do you think?” she asks with her hands on her hips and her nose up high.
“Uhhhh… I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be looking at.”
>”Come on, isn’t it obvious?” she says, now pointing at some deserted store.
“We are gonna buy something?”
>”We already have! I bought this place with the money from Mr. Spoon!”
“That’s cool sis, but what for?”
>”Why, to use it for our new business, “Storm Sisters Return Services”” she says while waving her hand slowly in the air as if picturing a sign on the store.
>”We are going to look for things people lose, return those things and profit from it.”
“Sis… that is genius! We are gonna get fucking rich!”
>”And the best part is that we can also use the floor above to live in.”
“Uhhh, what about the apartment?”
>”Oh, right. The landlord kicked us out after the last time I went berserk there.”
“Sis, this is so great, there is only one way to celebrate it.”
>”Don’t you dare say…”
“Let’s go clubbing!”
>”You just got out of the hospital, you can’t go whoring around right now!”
“But all the guys must been missing me!”
>”You’ll get no guy with all those scars on your back!”
“Oh, I’ll be lying on my back the whole time!”
>You keep on bickering with your sister, knowing that whatever comes at you, you’ll face it together.

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>>29175527
BONUS TRACK

June 12, 2016 12:15 PM
Casa de Stardust, Canterlot

>You are Sonic Youth, and right now you are terrified.
>You’ve been trying your best to finish watching this series at Ziggy’s place, but you just can’t get over the menacing feeling coming from your side.
>Ziggy asked you to look after his place while he went to the Amazon for some business deal.
>You don’t really mind doing favors for your only friend at the moment, but there is one fact you just can’t get over.
>His cat terrifies you.
>No matter what you do, she is there, judging you with her feline eyes, ready to hiss at you if you touch something.
>You could swear there are rumbling symbols around her.
>But that is what someone reasonable would think… maybe.
>Some noises come from the main entrance, and in come Ziggy, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and carrying a traveling bag.
>”I’m home!”
“Hey Ziggy, how was the trip?”
>”It went… all right.” He says fidgeting a little “You didn’t hear anything on the news about a jungle burning down, right?”
“I just watched One-Punch man the whole time. Why? Did something happen?”
>”Don’t worry about it.” He says while leaving his bag aside.
>The cat jumps down from the couch and leaps towards Ziggy’s arms where he catches her in a loving embrace.
>”Awww, my baby missed me while I was gone!” he says with a goofy grin while the cat purrs and cuddles on him. “Did she give you any trouble?”
>You are about to say something, when you see her changing her expression to one of violence aimed at you.
“Nope. She was a little angel.”

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>>29175545
>”That’s what I like to hear. Say, how about I thank you with some pizza?”
>Honestly you want to get away from that animal, but you Ziggy’s pizza is delicious.
“Sure, let me put something to watch and I’ll help you.”
>You begin to change the channels with the remote, but all of a sudden the cat hisses at you.
>”Hey, go back two channels.”
>You do so, leaving on a commercial for cat food.
>The cat rushes in front of the TV to watch it better.
>”She just loves the “Fancy Cat” commercial.” Says Ziggy laughing while going to the kitchen.
>You follow him, leaving alone the furry menace entertained with the cg blue cat on the screen.
“Say, Ziggy, where did you get that cat anyways? “
>”Mrs. Catswell? It happened a few days after I moved to Canterlot, “he begins to tell while getting out the ingredients from his fridge “I found her in the park hurt all over, so I got her to a veterinary right away. She almost didn’t make it, I even had to use some of my stars to raise her probabilities of survival, and miraculously, she recovered in a few days.”
>…
>”She seemed to like me after all of that, so I took her home and we’ve been friends ever since.”
>…
“That’s it?”
>”What do you mean?”
“Usually your stories are longer than that and more interesting even!”
>He shrugs.
“But why is she blue?”
>He stops what he is doing and thinks it over.
>”Well, I can’t say for sure what kind of cat she is, but that doesn’t really matter, right?” he looks over to the living room where his cat is currently snuggling on the couch.
>”And about the story not being interesting, I don’t know what you were expecting. After all, she is just an average house cat.”

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>>29175551
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uo0Tmzp2bA

And that's how that story ends.
It ended up being longer than I originally expected, I honestly didn't expect to find so much difficulty in writing direct battles.
The sisters where fun to write, so I'm sure they will come back later in other stories.
As for B-01, as I'm sure everyone has guessed it's a direct homage to Baoh The Visitor, but in cat form. Baoh is my favorite, non Jojo, Araki story and I've been thinking of doing something with it since these threads came up.

As for the next story... I think I'll let you guys decide later on what it should be about.

Thanks for reading. I hope you've all liked the story. Leave some feedback if you want to.

Pastebin updated: http://pastebin.com/WP4W1KNm

>>29175225
I like that Care got matched with Gappy, CRBA is most closely inspired by Part 8 - for instance, Derpy and her Stand are based more than a little on Yasuho.

My biggest challenge thinking up an ASB for this was figuring out a situation where the nicest JoJo and a fan of the show would really be in conflict. I think I've got something, although I'm expecting it to be pretty goofy in parts.

>>29175284
>filename
That's fucking awesome.

>>29175298
>filename
>"Even her Stand"
I got hype enough that I had to stop reading for a minute.

>>29175497
Nice switching for tone, the general pace never drags here, which is a pitfall I worry about falling into.

>>29175527
>GetBackers but with the Storm Sisters
This would make an excellent pilot for something. Glad to know these two are in the roster for future stories.

To keep the content train moving, I'll post my edits to the first chapter of Coco's Bizarre Adventure shortly.

>>29175225

just rolled up a 2, so looks like i get joseph v ziggy stardust. no work tomorrow so i'll get off my lazy ass and crank out some no doubt mediocre writefaggotry

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>>29175744
That's the spirit!

And now that I remember how formatting works:
>>29175667 (You)
(This one has only made it to four chapters, but it's supposed to hit on the positive side of the human spirit, in much the same way CRBA revolves broadly around sacrifice and vulnerability. So, instead of a summary, the story blurb is:)

"We're all here because of the ponies who came before and gave everything for us! Ponies spending their lives working for a future they’ll never see themselves... As long as I have the power of Stand, I'll never let you call that generosity a lie!"

Chapter 1: The Lamb Falls Down on Broadway

Although news traveled slowly in the aftermath and it was hard for any individual to form an accurate timeline, in truth all of the disasters occurred on the same Spring midnight. For most, it started with their dream, whatever dream it had been, being interrupted by the voice of a Princess.

“ATTENTION, ALL SUBJECTS. AN UNKNOWN FORCE IS TARGETING THE EQUESTRIAN DREAMSCAPE. WE ASK THAT YOU DO NOT PANIC. CELESTIA AND THE ELEMENTS ARE PRESENT TO RESTORE ORDER. IF ANY AMONG YOU SEE MALEVOLENT ACTIVITY, EVEN IN THE FORM OF NIGHT TERRORS, PLEASE CALL FOR US.” The call rang through thousands of imagined landscapes.

Five minutes later, everypony forcefully woke up, most after experiencing the most terrifying nightmares of their lives.

It was a testament to her industry that Coco Pommel regularly slept from 3 to 7 in the morning, so she’d instead been passing the time with bookkeeping. At the time of the incident, she had walked out on her apartment’s balcony for a short break and a view of the horizon. Like the other nocturnal ponies that night, she simply felt a part of her awareness being torn out by an overeager surgeon. The pain split deep in her head, in her being, and like all the others her ability to dream was ripped away and replaced by a series of images.

>>29175667
I'm glad you got hyped. I wanted to put a link to https://youtu.be/ntuZWHd-l_Y in that scene, but thought it would be to much.
I'm also happy that you got the GetBackers nod from that scene.
>>29175744
>FuckFace is going to write Joseph vs. Ziggy.
I so want to see how my character geys his theet kicked in by my favorite Jojo!

>>29175768
Ponies, crystal ponies she’d rarely seen as tourists in Manehattan, gathered around a massive circle covered in crystal, blue then white then yellow, all draining of color and clouded with imperfections--

Evil, pure and palpable evil, assembling itself into a pair of eyes that glowed green fire, that stared into her soul and seemed to assess her entire life in an instant, from her first schoolfilly crush to her most recent lies, and found her lacking in a way she knew she’d never make up for--

What she recognized on sight as gemstone versions of the cutie marks of Princess Celestia and Luna, and then the six belonging to the Elements of Harmony, entering the flames and surrendering to it, feeding it with form and essence and turning the eyes into a unicorn that stood fifteen hooves tall--

The Princess Mi Amore Cadenza unleashing her final magic and slumping to the floor of her regal chamber as a cage of black crystal manifested itself from the air around her, a look of total fatigue on her face--

All of Equestria being enveloped in darkness, frothing its way from the north. From a dizzying height, a view of everything being covered in black crystal, of new roads being paved and massive palaces formed, and of the fires and black clouds that represented whole towns--

And, finally, the part that took four minutes and thirty seconds, which was specialized for her by the curse that had just reviewed her life - specialized to give the maximum strike to her psyche:

Rarity, the mare who had rescued her from a life in the background, who had forgiven her and then gone as far as to employ her, whose generosity was matched only by her beauty, sweating and tossing in her bed, surrounded by the sickly green aura. Then, what Coco instinctively knew was the dream Rarity was having at that second, being trapped in a jagged black prism that squeezed and shrunk until the edges punctured her eggshell skin with wicked gentleness.

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>>29175796
Rarity was separated from all of her friends, having lost them somewhere further back. The dreams had devolved into their natural chaos without Princess Luna’s control, and all of the others were in exactly the same position, playthings of the new god of dreams. On an island from anything she had ever known, and completely unable to wake up, she stood against the sheer physical force coming down on her from all sides, straining and then--

Coco snapped out of it to find herself crying silently, looking at the stars above. It was in that single, unclouded instant that she realized the magnitude of the vision, of the white unicorn’s defiance against pain and adversity. The exact face she made as she was trapped, without thought of her own pain, continuing to struggle against something as massive and ancient as that evil...

"I love Rarity," she whispered to herself like a revelation, and she knew in that moment that there was no wallpapering over that fact any longer.

Then she realized that the stars in the center of her vision were edged by the slow-moving sides of buildings, and she finally regained the presence to feel the air flowing against her back and notice the stars shrink, and she realized that while she’d been away her body had moved on its own. (This happened to most of those affected, though they were rarely in conditions where it had mattered or been noticed afterward.)

Coco Pommel was falling, from her eighth-story apartment, onto the street below.

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>>29175812
Later, three days later, Scootaloo rode alongside the train tracks at breakneck speed, Jewel Joy close behind. The chase wasn’t supposed to go on this long, and Canterlot had fallen into the background a few minutes ago, but Joy plowed ahead in perverse glee.

It helped that Joy was the one standing on a train.

“｢Go Zone｣!” Scootaloo cried, and the dirt propelled her onward, ever-faster.

The train was barely keeping up, but it was still chugging along beside her, grinding into the rails where black crystals had grown in. Those crystals would've derailed a regular train, which was why they were there, but for Joy they weren't even bumpy enough to disrupt her sunglasses. Scootaloo could hear her laughter over the wind, and a glance over her shoulder showed Joy cackling to the sky itself, shining so brightly it almost hurt to watch.

That glance is what cost her, because she didn't notice the pony coming up along the tracks, wearing saddlebags and stopping to stare at the chase in progress. At least, not until it was too late.

"｢Go Zone｣!" she shouted, trying to stop herself, and then she flew over her handlebars and face-planted, skidding and tumbling away from the mare before sprawling on the dirt.

Coco, who'd spent the last days walking alone, only had a moment to register all of this before Joy's train barreled past her. It was painted with flame decals and glowing eyes that seemed to move everywhere as it rushed by, like flipbook images. And then, suddenly, it wasn't there.

When Joy leapt from it, it popped soundlessly out of existence, and then in a flash of light an immaculate crystal staircase materialized to break her fall. Only once she’d trotted to ground level did the crystal pony turn to Coco.

>>29175827
"Be with you in a moment, dearie," she said. And then something rose from her body, something that didn't look fully real. The creature looked like a pony from a distance, but up close it didn't have a face. It was just a mass of glittering white panels arranged over albino skin, and it hovered three hooves off the ground, bearing down on the injured filly.

"Urgh..." Scootaloo grunted as she pushed herself up, concentrating on looking hurt. (“That's right, come closer, buddy. Just a little closer, and we'll make it about strength instead of tricks. I'll beat that thing into the dirt and all your little spy friends, too, and anypony who thinks they can mess with my town and get away with it!”)

Joy grinned like a fool.

Coco threw herself between the pegasus and the monster, having thrown off the saddlebags. Head bent to the ground, she leered through cyan bangs at the assailant.

"You can see it?" Joy asked, and then relented her attack, pulling back the creature while she sized up the newcomer, "You must have a Stand of your own, then!"

"Stand..." Coco croaked, her voice unused days.

Joy grinned. "No need to play dumb, dearie, not when it's such fun to show them off! Doesn't it feel so fulfilling to be the chosen ones? I certainly wouldn't feel like such a gem without my ｢The Holograms｣."

"I don't know what you're talking about. But if it involves hurting this filly, I can't let you do it."

"Well, maybe you don't know and maybe you do. Either way, if you won't show me I'll have to drag it out of you. Stands fascinate me, you know, and I simply can't go without seeing what one does," she trailed off as she glanced at Scootaloo, and her voice lost its humor, "...Even if troublesome foals want to keep me away from all the fun in Ponyville."

"You'll never get inside," Scootaloo spat. (“Come on, just a couple of meters closer, if this lady'll get out of the way…”)

>>29175838
"Oh, hush," Joy said, and then there was a flash of light behind Coco. By the time she turned around, Scootaloo was already trapped inside of a glass coffin, pounding on it to no avail. She rushed over and tried to crack it from the outside, but her hooves fell straight through and hit the dirt on the other side. And by the time she registered that, the coffin lifted into the air and floated beside the crystal pony, and Coco's heart froze at how much the sight reminded her of Rarity's pain. There was that same look in the filly's eyes, that same ｢defiance of circumstance｣...!

Coco's blood boiled, in a way she hadn't thought possible. To see the same face twice after a lifetime without it, something fell away within her, and the years of coasting in the fashion industry seemed so... empty. She had to protect the face that could give this look to the world, for the same reason she would protect Rarity.

"Do you like it?" Joy asked, "It's my special ability. ｢The Holograms｣’ illusions are selectively permeable, so ponies get kept out and held in when I say so. If you don't want to show me your Stand, I can try making some inside of her. Or dropping this coffin into a lake."

“That’s… that’s outrageous!” Coco said, rearing back in disgust.

Joy giggled behind her hoof. “Oh, you think that’s bad? I’ll have to educate you, then. Let me show you something -truly outrageous-!"

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>>29175861
Then there was a flash of light, and Coco flinched and covered her eyes. For a moment, she couldn't tell if they were open or closed, but then the light went as suddenly as it came, and when she opened them everything was doorless marble and high-vaulted ceilings. It was a palace, a shimmering unbroken dream of a throne room which could only otherwise have been painted or stained into glass. Joy stood at the far end of the room, with Scootaloo floating above her.

"I'll make you show your ability, and then I'll crush it under my hooves!" Joy shouted, and cackled to the sky.

Then, in another flash, the image of a red dragon burst into existence, rearing up against the ceiling and staring at Coco with absolute malice.

The dressmaker gritted her teeth.

｢TO BE CONTINUED｣

Stand Name: Go Zone
User: Scootaloo
Stats
Power: B
Speed: C
Range: D
Durability: E
Precision: A
Potential: C
Abilities: Reduces or increases friction on any surface within five meters of the user.

Stand Name: The Holograms
User: Jewel Joy
Stats
Power: C
Speed: B
Range: B
Durability: D
Precision: A
Potential: D
Abilities: Creates up to three images in bright flashes of light. Each image is three-dimensional, seamless (cannot consist of multiple unattached parts), takes whatever form the user decides, and is solid and unbreakable to one pony of her choosing.

It feels good to post a character who's got lots of images. The next chapter needs more detailed edits, but I plan to post it tomorrow. And I'd love to know how people think my prose compares to my greenery.

>>29175898
I remember reading it on FimFiction, and just like that time I think it is awesome!

Good morning thread bump

>>29175545
>>29175551
>not a single One More Time joke
Missed opportunity, man. Still good shit. I'm getting ideas.

>>29175770
>Starman uses a black star on Joseph
>absolutely nothing changes and all of his bullshit well okay, it's varying degrees of bullshit ideas work
>GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM, SHIT'S FUCKED

>>29176405
What happened to the version where she was using Hermit Purple?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0LeVwGOuqU

bump the dust

>>29177650

Which JoJo has the most balls (and I don't mean literal balls J8suke fags)

Like who took in the biggest scariest possible challenge humanly possible and didn't feel a bit scared I've only read up to part 4 (I know about 4 balls because it's a meme) but I think Jonathan for his fight against tarukus and bruford, Bruford because he didn't wince or show a single sign of fear as he was about to slash his sword and potentially end Jonathan's life and Tarukus because well the guy is the size of Tarkus from mlp in his prime and his strength alone makes him look like a fist of the North Star enemy playing with his enemy's like toys.

I secondaly say Joseph because of 'what' he was facing.

The pillar men aren't like vampires or even resurrected undead knights no these guys are the most foreboding and evil being to walk on the earth for over 2,000 years and their abilities, powers and masculine yet homoerotic appearance alone can intimidate 9/10 foes but Joseph kept his cool in all fight (even ultimate Kars at the very very end, even after losing a fucking hand)

>Tfw no real life jo-bros to talk to.

Yare Yare Dawa...

>>29178754
Joseph. Jotaro never really showed fear, Giorno was never in much of a position to be afraid, and most of the JoJos are generally stone-cold fuckers, but Joseph suppressed and overcame his fear against even more unfair odds than the average JoJo.

Alternatively, Bruno.

>>29173903
“Agamemno Contingency; File Code Name: Playboy. In all my years of dealing with Metahumans, I never would have imagined someone would end up with a power like [FIRE IN THE CHURCH]. Anon Yancy Mous has the ability to cause the bodies of others to produce Estrogen and other chemicals that accelerate heart rate and increase blood pressure. In women, this induces a state of lust. And in men, the chemicals produced cause fatigue. He appears to have some power over the mind, as well. Further observation is required to ascertain the exact details of how Anon’s Stand affects the human psyche.”
“The abilities of [FIRE IN THE CHURCH] make it near impossible to get close enough to take him down. There would be too much risk involved, no matter what gender you are. The best way to deal with Anon is by range. His Stand has next to no real strength to speak of. A remote batarang with a taser attachment should be enough to stun him. Alternatively, if he can be somehow transported to Themyscara, the Island of the Amazons, his habit of antagonizing people who are hostile towards him would cause him to fight the Amazons who confront him. Given their superior strength and speed, coupled with his Stand's power, Anon won't ever have the chance to leave. Must look into the American Fulton system developed during the Cold war.”

>>29179709
>Batman Fultons Anon to Themyscara.
>Death by Snoo Snoo.

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Jonathan 'steal yo girl-star'

>>29179747
>Twilight has to go to Themyscara as a diplomat in order to save Anon.
>Somehow things escalate and we now have a war between Amazons and Equestrian Humans.

Sure is quiet in this thread tonight need some discussion or something...

>>29175225
Who's posting first?

MY LITTLE JOJO: STANDS ARE MAGIC
CHAPTER 18: HOW MANY BRIGADIERS DO YOU WISH?
OPEN THE GAME!

>Honey...
>Stop it, not now...
>Oh...
>You wanna bring Sunburst into this, eh?
>Maybe if he wore a wig-
>*BRIIIIIIII-*
>SHITBUCK I'M UP
>....*sigh*
>Buck
>How did you fall asleep?
>"Morning honey."
>You jerk at the voice of your wife from behind you
>"You doing ok?"
"...*yawn*... Yeah..."
>"You sure? You've been fading in and out for a while now."
>Shit, really?
>You hadn't even noticed
>"Wh-*YAWN*- What time is it?"
>"Bout 10:00."
>Well shit
>"How's the whole 'deciding who gets the honor of joining the Starswirl brigade' thing going?"
"Not well."
>"Awww. What's up?"
"Troop reassignment can be a bitch."
>Turning back towards your wife, your eyes seem to decieve you
>What the hell is that floating around her?
>You wipe your eyes
>They're gone
>Your eyes are fucking with you, pay no mind
"Do you know what a Stand is?"
>She hesitates, like you yelled the question out of nowhere
>"Yeah, Celestia told me about them. It's a long story. Why do you ask?"
"Well, if the Princesses are to be believed, a whole wave of them are gonna start showing up in Equestria soon. Apparently this constitutes the creation of a whole new brigade."
>"Well, Stands haven't exactly been all that- hold on. You know what Stands are?"
"Yeah, I... kinda got one."
>"W-When??"
"Yesterday. Princess Luna gave me one."
>"How? I thought the Stand Arrow was- never mind."
"You thought it was what?"
>"Nothing."
"Well, I gotta get back to this. Can you put on a pot of coffee?"
>"Why not just hold auditions or something like that?"
>Auditions? For a military regiment?
"You know this isn't like some play, right?"
>"Well yeah, but you're not going to get anywhere exhausting yourself over a list of potential soldiers. Why not send out some flyers, set up an event to prove their worth?"
"Send out a flyer?"
>"Yeah."
"To the entirety of the royal guard?"
>"Better the recruits come to you."

Hey guys, sorry I missed all the holiday stuff. I was taking time off from everything to just relax. Now I'm writing again and I'll be posting something later today. I really hope someone picks up the Johnny vs [Planisphére] story, since I'd love to write it myself but I feel like that'd be cheating.

>>29182669
>Well, you had to admit, you were tempted
>It WOULD be easier to evaluate soldiers by observing their skills firsthand rather than just picking names and hoping for the best
"I'll shoot the idea to Luna. But f-*yawn* first, I think I'm gonna... get some sleep."
>"I'll do it for you. You just get some rest, Shining. Preferably in a bed, rather than on a table."
"Thanks Cadance."
>She walks with you to the main bedroom, pulls up the covers, and gives you a peck on the cheek
>"Have a nice nap."

>You stand by the door as Princess Cadance plants a kiss on her husband's cheek and walks out the door
"Is he okay?"
>"Yeah, he's just tired is all."
"An all-nighter like that will do that to you."
>"Is there something you wanted to know?"
"I was just hoping you could take Flurry Heart off my hooves for a few minutes while I grab something from home. You don't mind?"
>"Oh, yeah, sure. Go ahead Sunburst."


I'm gonna have to stop here for now, will resume tomorrow
One day I swear I will get a chapter finished the day I start it.

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>>29172677
I have to say I got a pretty OP ability. Also mobile fag so sorry Im a lazy shit here

>>29184307
Well, with Joseph's fight taken, if you selected Jolyne vs. ｢Saturn's Children｣, then anyone who comes after would have to pick ｢Planisphère｣.

>>29181944
Either whoever finishes writing theirs first, or in the order of the matches.

>>29185054
I'll probably post mine during the weekend. Got a new job and less time to write.

>>29179709
>>29179747
>>29180469

That would make a sick fucking side story/ASB

Also, I'm in the process of seeking alternative employment, so the hiatus continues uninterrupted! I'll do what I can about my ASB, but consider Stand By Me suspended until further notice.

>>29185054
Well alright then. I think I can write a pretty decent Jolyne, and I've been keeping up with Cameo's story so I know a lot about his Anon, so I will take the Jolyne vs. [Saturn's Children] story. Expect to see it either this Thursday or this weekend.

Good luck everyone.

>>29185279
>>29185396
>>29185815
Jolyne vs. ｢Saturn's Children｣ (Omnee)
Gappy vs. Care Root (Cameo)
Giorno vs. Erich Rammstein (AusAnon)
Jotaro vs. ｢Feathery｣ (StarAnon)
Josuke vs. Rainbow Dash (Ace)
Joseph vs. Ziggy Stardust (Fuckface)
>Johnny vs. ｢Planisphère｣ [UNCLAIMED]
Jonathan vs. ｢Fire in the Church｣ (Ditherer)

Speaking of work, I've got a job hunt I've been putting off, so if I post infrequently I'm not dead.

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>>29175898
Prework storytime.

Coco’s Bizarre Adventure - Chapter 2: Something for Nothing

Coco gritted her teeth and stared up at the dragon.

No, the dragon’s -image-. There was nothing of the real beast there, just its sparkling majesty, bottled. It was, in fact, completely silent, and its massive claws had fazed through the marble-tile floor - after all, both were only solid to -her-.

“Why do you call these abilities ‘Stand’?” she shouted.

“Because they ‘Stand’ beside us, of course,” Joy said, and ｢The Holograms｣ appeared beside her, almost sliding out of her aura. It stood in front of the glass coffin, defending it.

Scootaloo, seeing her opportunity, snarled. “｢Go Zone｣!”

THUD!

Part of her Stand had emerged, a single orange hoof decorated in bands of black rubber, but it stopped on contact with the glass, squeezing the filly tightly against one side.

“Here’s a perfect example of Stand,” Joy declared, and the dragon froze while she trotted closer to the glass. “They’re connected, you know. When the user’s trapped, the Stand’s trapped. When the user’s hurt-” ｢The Holograms｣ threw a sudden punch to Scootaloo’s barrel, and as she gasped in pain ｢Go Zone｣’s hoof retreated, “-so’s the Stand. See how simple it is?” She smiled.

“You didn’t have to do that!” Coco said. “I just wanted to know what the name meant!”

And during that explanation, for all the sympathetic pain Joy’s attack had brought her, she’d realized that there was something in her waiting to be summoned up. It was like a song in a dress store that you only noticed if somepony else mentioned it, but now it was needling the inside of her being and waiting to be released.

[So. That’s what saved me.]

And then, as all the pieces clicked together, she knew its name.

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>>29186984
“I know I didn’t have to, I just wanted to. Just like I’ve decided I’m going to put you in a coffin when I’ve beaten you. Then you can keep each other company in the river! Oh, I almost forgot.”

And then the dragon started moving again.

...

From the moment she realized she’d fallen off of her balcony, Coco had a total of twelve seconds before she hit the ground. Flailing, she righted herself by pure accident, straining to get close to a ledge or discover some kind of parachute.

Below her, the empty sidewalk threw off its pretense of being a stone pathway, and revealed that it was death in disguise, the object that had been waiting to take her out of life since the moment she was born, since before either of them had even been conceived. It was in that moment that she had time to consider everything she’d done up to this point - and all the many, many things she hadn’t.

It’s been said on many deathbeds that the most important things in life are friends, loved ones and family. Coco Pommel realized these things in the course of a few seconds, and at the same time realized that she’d had so few of any of them. She’d never known her parents, and she’d always kept to herself in school. It wasn’t because she’d decided to, but her grades had been average and she hadn’t spent her free time on anything that mattered. It was just the way things had turned out.

By all accounts her life had been unremarkable, and she’d been nothing more distinctive than a timid, hardworking mare. In her mind, there weren’t any great reasons she -shouldn’t- fall onto the sidewalk, really.

But...

[I haven’t used my time well. I’ve stumbled in life, and I’ve been too weak to stand up for myself, and that’s my own fault. I accept that.]

[But I can’t die today! If I die, I can’t help Rarity! I can’t tell her I love her, and find a family, and give my life meaning! I can’t die knowing everything I should’ve done!]

>>29187012
[I have to help Rarity!]

[I have to LIVE!]

She was too far away from the building now to grab onto something, but there were still objects between her and the ground. Lampposts, cars. Nothing soft, but she angled her head away and tried to remember how to land. Backs of the frogs, maybe a bend to the knees, and keeping the impact on a small radius. Just kick off of one, and the momentum will die down a little. Maybe.

[I’ll break a few bones... at least. But there’s no other option. I can’t die here!]

[I won’t let the generosity she showed me be for -nothing-!]

As she exerted her whole being to this task, the end of her flight approached. She steeled herself, shut her eyes, and shoved all thoughts of pain out of her mind. In that second, her entire being was aligned to one purpose!

Just when the rush in her ears became unbearable, she bounced.

Her hoof lashed out like it was springloaded, but nothing connected.

She snapped her eyes open. Under her was a white sheet, wrapped taut between two lampposts like a hammock. No, she recognized it, it was like the nets fireponies used! She fell onto it again, and bounced a little less, and by the fourth time her limbs answered her and she could relax. When her fall was finally broken, she untied one end and slid down to ground level.

As soon as her hooves touched the sidewalk, she fell over on her side and let out an exhale that turned into heavy breathing. She was suddenly aware of her heartbeat, and she let her head rest on the stone. Now the fall was over, the spectre of death had abandoned it, flying off into the future to take some other form. Maybe not too far in the future, either. It didn’t matter to her. She was alive -now-.

Once she had her breath, and her heartbeat, she stood and inspected the sheet. Who put it there? What material was it?

>>29187037
When she touched it with a clearer head, she could feel something in it resonating with her, like reaching out with a phantom limb. She focused on that feeling, pushed against it with a feeling like holding a serious face for a few minutes, and it glowed cyan underneath of her with-

W-with… -magic-.

[This is mine.] The realization startled her. And then, in her hooves, the sheet evaporated.

She grabbed at it, tried to halt the process, but faster and faster it gave way to air, and then there was no evidence that her fall was broken at all.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to replicate the willpower she’d experienced during the fall, desperate to repeat whatever miracle it was. To her surprise, it took the slightest mental push for the sheet to reappear, draped on the ground. And then, after a minute, it disintegrated back into the air again.

That night she packed and left, but the trains were already gone. She spent her emergency funds on some camping supplies and nonperishables, and spent the walk experimenting, trying to understand this strange new ability.

It didn’t have to be white, or a sheet. In fact, it could be any color or shape, even complicated or silly things like polka-dot reverse bows or a camo polonaise (not counting the underpanels, though; she couldn’t conjure metal bigger than zippers or buttons). Even big things were easy up to a certain point; her attempt at a carnival tent started evaporating before she could finish creating it.

Past that, everything she made was keyed to her like she was a unicorn. She could lift them effortlessly, manipulate them, make dizzying fabrics figure-eights in front of her own eyes. She could also break and mend the fabric using her ability, and she could stop anything from evaporating by pushing some more energy into it, although even the smallest items didn’t last more than three hours that way.

She hadn’t known what to call it until the dragon-image bore down on her.

>>29187150
The claw was easily quadruple her size, and it sliced through the air silently. This dragon couldn’t breathe fire, but it could still crush her, or bite her head off, or throw her into a wall.

“｢Something for Nothing｣!” she yelled, and like an old friend, it was beside her. A unicorn in an opera mask, coat haphazardly striped blue and cream, wearing an elegant white dress tasseled with sewing needles and bits of thread. It turned and kicked her out of the way, and she flew out of the dragon’s shadow, colliding with a hastily-constructed cushion.

｢Something for Nothing｣ leapt out a moment later, and Coco was amazed by its speed, and how quickly it wove, as it barrelled up the arm and around the neck. She didn’t know if she could still use the power herself while her Stand was away from her, but this was no situation to find out in.

Joy, for her part, was applauding. “This is more like it! It’s so much fun to watch somepony try to slay a dragon, even if it’s completely pointless!” she said, and then turned to Scootaloo. “Don’t you think?”

Scootaloo was silent.

“Suit yourself,” Joy said, shrugging, and then while ｢The Holograms｣ punched the filly she called out across the chamber, “I’m going to attack you again now, dearie!”

Coco didn’t have time to worry about that, because ｢Something for Nothing｣ had just finished. As the dragon lumbered and turned in the chamber to reach her, a long ribbon of fabric swung down to eye-level, and she gripped it in her teeth as her Stand swung it. She lifted off of her feet, and like a pendulum she swung away from the dragon and then towards it.

The fabric passed through the arm, but she didn’t. She had no choice but to abandon it to the barrier, and hugged the faux-scale while the other claw swatted for her retreating Stand.

>>29187185 (You)
Joy watched as the attempt to swing upwards failed, and her entertainment’s Stand bolted away down her dragon. It was so much fun to watch somepony else’s plans fall apart. Just like seeing all the hard work put into keeping ponies in neat little civilizations being broken down in under a week. And just a little tragic, she supposed. This unicorn could’ve made a decent Stand user, if she’d only had a little training.

Suddenly, ｢Something for Nothing｣ disappeared and reappeared next to Coco, lashing out a hoof as she let go of the dragon. She’d thrown herself - clearly a last ditch effort - but it was still impressive to see her sailing through the air, scowling with concentration as her Stand disappeared again. As she soared nearer and nearer, Joy almost wanted to let her land the hit.

But not enough.

The chamber blinked out of existence, and then there was a bright flash of light. When it cleared, Coco was trapped in an adult-sized glass coffin.

“Well, that was fun!” Joy smiled. “Shame you didn’t slay the dragon. I think I’ll just let it step on you anyway. I mentioned that my illusions can pass through each other, didn’t I?” She giggled.

“Let her go,” Coco said as her coffin was laid down and the dragon’s foot raised. Her horn sputtered on in anger.

Joy trotted over to look at her, pretending to be pensive. “Hm… No.”

“You’re going to pay for hurting her.” ｢Something for Nothing｣’s hooves appeared on either side of the trapped dressmaker, pushing against the glass uselessly.

Joy laughed to the sky. “Oh, how noble! How virtuous! You’re so much fun, dearie! I’ll make it slow to get as many of these reactions out of you as I can!”

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>>29187255
But Coco wasn’t fazed. “I know the weakness of your Stand. I saw it from a distance, when you were standing lower than the rest of the room. Your hooves had passed through the floor. When you make your illusions ‘selectively permeable’, you can’t choose yourself and other ponies at the same time. That was the first half of your defeat.”

Joy frowned. “You’re not as interesting while you’re stalling. All of my illusions are one-pony-only, and I’m not one for the receiving end of a mind-game, so I suppose I’ll leave you to it.” She turned her back to the coffin and trotted back toward Scootaloo -

Until she was pulled back by the white fabric tied around her back leg!

She looked over her shoulder and gaped at it. “When did you...?! That’s not possible!”

Coco smiled. “My Stand’s fabrics aren’t part of it or me. They can pass through your barriers with no problem.”

“But I saw you this whole time! How did this get on my…” Joy trailed off as she realized.

Coco’s newfound magic let go of the rest of the fabric in the air, and it fell out of the dragon-image. “That’s right. I wanted to tie a knot around one of your legs, but I knew I’d never be able to sneak up on you with it from inside something like a coffin, so I hid it inside of your dragon!”

Joy saw the other end fall into the coffin, gripped between ｢Something for Nothing｣’s hooves, and she panicked. Just before she could get the dragon to stomp down, she was pulled off of her hooves and spun around. Coco’s Stand mended the fabric before it could tear, and extended it into wider and wider circles, pushing her through the dragon like it was nothing.

>>29187276
Joy was close to puking, and her sunglasses were torn away by her windspeed. She tried to command the dragon, imagine it stomping its foot down, but with the world spinning around her it was impossible to picture anything. She couldn’t think straight about anything, and back on the ground ｢The Holograms｣ was spinning in place and holding its faceless head like a widow in mourning.

“The second half of your defeat was something I discovered on my own. Stands have limits of distance, ranges of how far they can move from their users. That’s why you had to chase this filly, instead of letting ｢The Holograms｣ do the work for you. Which means that if I throw you far enough, all of your illusions will break!”

“-No!-” Joy screamed as ｢Something for Nothing｣ let go of the fabric, and then she couldn’t tell which direction was up. The illusions and the fabric disappeared at the same time, and Coco stood watching the crystal pony sail upwards.

“That looks like a hard landing,” Coco said, smiling.

“Not hard enough. Let me finish this.”

Coco turned, and Scootaloo was kneeling in the dirt, reaching for Joy’s blocky, reflective sunglasses and putting them on. Then she stood, breathing hard, and waiting for an answer. One look at the expression on the filly’s face, and Coco nodded.

Up above, Jewel Joy tried to create something, -anything- that would help her fall, but all she could think of was the drop remaining. She hit her head on abstract paint-splotch shapes, and she realized that in a thousand years of trying she’d never be able to use her Stand to make something -soft-.

Then she saw the dot of orange that had been sent up to meet her, slingshot upwards wtihout a speck of air resistance, and fluttering its tiny wings without a hint of vertigo. She could only look at the rising pegasus with empty eyes and think:

[Hey, those are my sun--]

>>29187292
“｢Go Zone｣!” Scootaloo shouted over the roar of the air, and her Stand finally appeared. An orange pony, the color of a safety cone, wrapped in lines of black rubber that turned into directional arrows, staring down at her through goggled eyes.

It hit her straight in the stomach, and she flew further, out and out past Coco’s horizon, until she was too small for Scootaloo to make out.

When Joy landed, she wasn’t in Equestria any longer.

When the pegasus landed, it was on a big, soft trampoline.

“That was some good work,” she said as she slid off.

“Yeah,” Coco said. Scootaloo smiled up at her, and she returned the quiet feeling of victory.

Then Scootaloo was out cold.

...

“One more at the gate!” Sweetie called to the rest of the room as she sat in the corner.

“What do they look like?” asked Pip, standing at attention.

“Purple, a lot like Ms. Punch. She’s alone as far as I can tell. What’s word from Bloom’s camp?”

“Still clear,” said Aquamarine.

She nodded. “Good. We might be able to do the move today, if Spike’s still prepared.”

Featherweight burst into the boutique. “Message from Diamond Tiara! She’s challenging you for rights as Ponyville’s chief defense specialist!”

Sweetie sighed. “She -can’t- be doing this right now. Ignore her, we’ve got to defend the perimeter.”

“We can’t! She’s got Button’s support, he won’t defend if she’s not in charge,” the foal said.

“-Boys-,” Sweetie muttered. “Alright, I’ll go out to talk to the newcomer. Pip, Aqua, look after the base. Feather, go stall here however you can. Make sure she knows what’s really important here.”

On the outskirts, Berryshine waited patiently, as stony as a mountain, the power of the gods bubbling away over her shoulder.

>>29187303
｢To Be Continued｣

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78yioWJhUJA

Stand Name: Something for Nothing
User: Coco Pommel
Stats
Power: B
Speed: B
Range: C
Durability: D
Precision: A
Potential: C
Abilities: Weaves temporary fabrics out of air.

Time for work. See you lads later.

>>29187309
See you later Ditherer-san

Killer Queen Bumps The Dust

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>>29188545

>>29184359
>You say goodbye to Flurry Heart (who greets you with a gurgle) and head out the door
>Opening the front door, you walk through the city streets, trying your best to just get back home, avoiding all conversation
>That's what that book was talking about! Stands or whatever they're called.
>Are they THAT dangerous?!
>A few blocks later, and you finally arrive at your home, opening the door to stacks upon stacks upon stacks of books
>Magic theory, application, anything there is to know of the art of spellcraft is here
>If only you could cast a tenth of the spells you've learned
>Unfortunately, you're no Twilight Sparkle or Starlight
>A basic teleportation spell tires you
>Within seconds you're in your bedroom, moving down towards the bed and lifting it up
>"Sweet Celestia, man! Wash that thing once in a while!"
"Hey! It's not that bad!"
>"You grab the book from under the mattress and place it in your pack on the dresser, putting that over your back
>"Can you please just carry me?! I've been stuffed under your damn bed all day!"
"Fine, fine, just please stop talking!"
>"Fine, whatever!"
>The book shuts up, and you throw the pack back on the dresser
>You dash out the door
>A turn to the left and-
>*THWACK*
"Ow!"
>With telekinesis, you take-
>Scratch that, TRY to take whatever just landed on your back of
>Gah! It's stuuuUUUUUUUUUUU-

>Alright! Dinner for one!
>You know, if you told past Cobalt he'd get used to living off the blood of other ponies while staying in the shadows, he'd tell you you were insane
>And yet here you are, comfortable and stress-free
>If nothing else, you don't need to eat actual food to live, and you were never one to stay in one place
>Not to say this whole 'get turned into a vampony out of nowhere' thing has been entirely good
>Note the 'out of nowhere'
>If you ever find that creep in the hood, you oughtta...
>Actually that's a good question
>How do you respond to a pony that shoves a mask in your face that turns you into a vampony?

>>29189933
>Heck, how do you respond to getting a scythe with an accompanying... star... thingy?
>Which can act like a fishing hook... for the scythe?
>Which you get after a purple gem flies straight into your hind leg from out of the sky?
>This past month has been nothing short of... strange
>Yeah, that's the word
>"...aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
>ACH, here's your meal
"Okay, before we get started, odd question."
>The orange stallion gives a confused glance
>"So, say you're heading home for the night from your job. Then this hooded guy comes up to you and says he can grant you immortality if you do something for him."
>"I... would immediately be suspicious of this pony."
"Admittedly a good point, but say you're curious enough to oblige him. Then he places a mask on your face and it pierces you, making you into a vampire. How would that make you feel?"
>"I... would regret the decision to trust the most untrustworthy pony you could find."
"...Yeah, that makes sense, actually. Guess that's what I get for being so naive."
>"If I may, who are you?"
>"He's a vampire, dipshit."
>"I mean, yeah, his hypothetical was absolutely blata- aw crap."


And for this next part, I'll need TWO VOLUNTEERS FROM THE AUDIENCE!
A very lazy way of doing this, but I've been wanting to add some characters from other people's stories.

>>29190225
Name one of them Chimney Sweep, and make it a girl.

>>29190225
Damn, I had plans to add a couple proper Equestrian heroes to our rosters, but I haven't had time to write them a short yet.

Coco, if she fits.

>>29190288
>>29190368
Alright. I'm gonna be heading out for something in a few minutes. When I get back, I'll start working them in.

>>29190368
Also, I'm glad to see you back on Coco's Bizarre Adventure!

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>>29190409
Thanks. Didn't know anybody'd read it the first time around.

Continuing from the Pastebin.

“What the fuck do you want?”
>You’re Anonymous, and you just got out of bed after getting into it for a nice long snooze
>And almost getting killed, getting a cool new Stand power, and beating the shit out of a magically disappearing horse
>Then some asshole knocked on your door really loudly and forced you to trek alllllllll the way out into your front room to open up and talk to them about some dumb shit you couldn’t care less about
>Haven’t opened the door yet though
>You haven’t forgotten about that pegasus salesman who swindled you out of 30 bits and a window
>Fuckin’ bastard
>”OPEN UP YOU GODDAMN SHITHEAD, AJ AND SPIKE HAD SOME SHIT HAPPEN TO ‘EM!”
>Oh, it’s Rainbow Dash
>She’s taken a shine to your Earthen insults
>WAIT FUCK
>You fling the door open with your left hand
“WHAT THE FUCK?”
>”SOME SHIT HAPPENED WITH THE ARROW, COME ON WE NEED YOU TO BE THERE WHEN THEY WAKE UP!”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
>”YOU’LL SEE WHEN WE GET THERE, COME ON!”
“OKAY.”
>You sprint down the street beside Dash, hand aching and heart pounding in fear
>Nothing bad could have happened to them, right?
>Fortunately, you and Dash make it up the street with little trouble, and you slam open the door to the treebrary
“AJ! SPIKE!”
>Fluttershy pokes her head out from the basement door, a soft smile on her face
>”Oh, everypony's down here Anon. They’re all taken care of, so now we’re just waiting for them to wake up.”
>You let out a great sigh of relief
“Glad to hear it, Shy. C’mon Dash, let’s go see how they are.”
>As you descend into the basement again, everyone clustered around the table in the middle turns their heads to look at you
>Twilight is the first to dash over to you, hugging your leg when she gets close
>She’s shaking
>Poor mare
>”Oh, thank Celestia you could come Anon. The princess sent us the Arrow, but something went wrong and Spike-“
>She heaves a mighty sob and straightens up, taking a moment to regain her composure

>>29190961
>”-Spike got hurt by the Arrow, and then while we were fixing him up down here Applejack picked it up and cut herself on it. Now they’re both patched up and sleeping. We’re waiting for them to wake up.”
“Wait, Celestia sent you guys the Arrow? I figured she’d just hang onto it for a bit. Did she say why?”
>Twilight nods
>”Y-yeah, she sent a letter through Spike before she sent the Arrow through him-“
>She tenses up, tears filling her eyes and leaking down the sides of her regretful grimace
>Oh fuck, what the hell happened to him?
>You bend down to hug Twilight, who sinks into your shoulder and sobs quietly
>Rarity steps forward to pick up where Twi left off
>She’s got bloodshot eyes too
>”Something went wrong in transport and the Arrow, well, pierced through Spike’s cheek.”
“What!?”
>She flinches at your harsh tone
>”Y-yes. It was absolutely horrible, but Twilight managed to get it out after Applejack and Fluttershy returned. Then, while we were all trying to take care of little Spikey in the basement, Applejack tried to pick up the Arrow and nicked her cheek with it. They’re both fine now, but it was scary beyond words, Anon. I’m so- I just…”
>Rarity sobs, and wraps her hooves around you and begins crying openly
>”I-I’m just so g-glad they’re both safe…”
>Holy shit…
>What the fuck was Celestia thinking?
>Hang on there, you probably don’t have all the details
“Rarity, did Celestia send a letter or something explaining why she sent you the Arrow? I can’t imagine she’d send it without a really good reason.”
>Rara gestures over to a crate near the stairs
>”The letter is over there. We all got about halfway through it before… before all that business with the Arrow happened. Go ahead and read it.”
>Alrighty then
>Your feet take you numbly over to the crate near the stairs, where the Arrow rests next to a letter from the Sun Princess

>>29190989
>Let’s see what this was about
>”Dearest Twilight…”
>…
>Well fuck, she wanted Twi to research this thing, and to research your Stand
>Looks like she really didn’t mean to hurt Spike
>You’ll have to talk to her about it later, when you can
>For now you’ll have to wait for Spike and Applejack to wake up, and help ease them into their new abilities
>This is gonna be really cool after they get over all that trauma
>But you’ll have to wait, just like everyone else, so you may as well ask about what happened
“Hey Rarity, can I ask you something?”
>She glances up at you, eyes bloodshot
>”W-what is it, Anon?”
“What exactly happened here?”
>She proceeds to give you a rundown of everything that happened two updates ago, so now you’re all caught up on all the wacky and horrifying events of the past few hours
>Jesus fuck, a lot happened after you left
>Guess you’d better update her on what you got up to
>Not just yet though, you don’t need to worry everyone about YOUR brush with death too
“Thanks for the update Rarity, I’m gonna go sit down and wait for AJ and Spike to wake up.You look like you need a nap.”
>”I’m sure I do. They should be waking up within the hour, by Twilight’s estimates, so we won’t have to wait for long.”
>Wonder why she estimates that
>It took you 3 days to wake up, after all
>Might as well stick around, see how the Arrow affects things other than humans
>And, you know, maybe to make sure your bestest friends are okay
>…
>One hour later…
>From your slouching position against the far wall, you see Twilight clip clop over to the table, where AJ rests next to Spike’s sleeping form
>The aura of her magic envelops Spike and she screws up her face in concentration
>Is she scanning him?
>”Everypony! Come here, I think he’s waking up!”
>You hoist yourself up as everyone else rushes towards Spike, gathering around the table
>As you walk up to him, you see his eyes slowly flutter open, and his nictitating membranes begin to slide back
>”Ahh...”

>>29191008
>”G-guys? AH!”
>He flinches in pain and grabs his right cheek, which is covered in a gruesome number of stitches
>Twilight steps forward and wraps her hooves around him, smiling widely
>”Oh Spike! I’m so glad you’re okay!”
>His eyes bug out of his head as Twi’s hooves nearly strangle him to death, along with everyone else’s wrapping around him, including yours
>”Oh Spikey, I’m so glad that you-“
>”OMGI’MSOHAPPYYOULITTLEDRAGONTHING-“
>”I knew you’d be good-“
>”Dude, you’re okay!-“
“Good to see you dude.”
>Spike smiles a little, and cringes right afterwards as his face pulls against his stitches
>”So uh, what happened to me? I remember my face getting hurt and passing out, but that’s it. And what happened to Applejack? Is she okay?”
>Twilight grimaces and folds her ears flat along her head, clearly not wanting to divulge anything
>No one else wants to say anything else, judging by the way they’re looking down or away from him
>Twilight looks at you pleadingly
>…Fine
“Well uh, your cheek got torn apart by the Arrow when Celestia sent it to Twilight through you for some reason. It was apparently pretty bad, so Twi put you to sleep and stitched you up. Applejack tried to pick up the Arrow and nicked her cheek on it, which is why she’s on the table. The weird thing about this whole situation is that it took me 3 days to wake up, but it’s apparently only been a couple hours since you guys got hurt by the Arrow. So congrats Spike, according to the rules of Stands, since you’re not dead from your wounds you have a Stand now.”
>He squints at you in confusion, having tried to gape until his stitches hurt his cheek
>”I have a Stand?”
“Uh, yep, you should. But first…”
>You call [Planisphére] out in front of Spike, and wave at him with it
>His eyes widen in wonder
>Hell yes
>”I-Is this [Planisphére]? Is this what it looks like? Is this your Stand?”
>The girls gasp as one, shocked at his ability to perceive [Planisphére]’s presence

>>29191027
>”Why does it have a cast?”
>Fuck, he can see the cast too; you’re just going to ignore that
“Yup. Pretty cool, right? You can see it now, and that proves that you have a Stand. Now all we have to do is figure out how to make it appear and see what it can do.”
>Twilight pales and her face grows distraught at your suggestion
>You rush to amend your sentence, wary of the impending outburst
“N-now hang on, I didn’t mean we should do the same stuff I did! Spike’s Stand might not even work that way! We’ll have to um, “coax” it out of him. So first we’ll need to introduce some stimulus that results in manifestation.”
>With that, you make a needle emerge from [Planisphére]’s left index finger, and hold it up to the basement lights
>Spike shrinks back in fear at your sudden display
>”W-what’re you gonna do with that needle, Anon? Are you gonna poke my arm?”
>”Anon, what is he talking about!?”
>Well shit, Twilight’s looking at you like she’s about to rip your head off
“Uh well, I got into a bit of a scuffle earlier and my Stand picked up a new power out of nowhere and now I can shoot needles out of its fingers that make peo-er, ponies, sneeze. Here, watch.”
>Without looking through its eyes, you make [Planisphére] shoot Twilight in the leg
>”AH!”
>She jolts at the sudden pain and looks straight at you in anger before her face scrunches up
>”Ah! Aaaah, aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA-CHOOO!”
>The needle vanishes from her leg, leaving behind no trace it was ever there
“See? Sneeze powers. I didn’t expect anything like this and I’ll catch you all up on how it happened later, but for now we need to get your Stand to show up, Spike. And since the best way to do that is with threats of physical harm…”
>You glance at Twi, who seems to be trying to disembowel you with her glare
“…I’ll be trying to get you to manifest it a different way.”
>You bring [Planisphére] forward until it hovers only a head taller than Spike, looking down on him, and raises its fist

>>29191037
“Now try to fist bump it.”
>”You mean brohoof?”
>cringinginternally.webm
“Yeah, that. I want to see if you can do it.”
>He looks at you as if he’s thinking, “Anon, you’re as dumb as a sack of hammers, and not nearly as useful.”
>”Well okay, here goes.”
>He brings up his little scaly hand and tries to fist bump [Planisphére], but his hand passes straight through its arm
>”Wha-“
“Rule number one of Stands: the only thing that can harm or even touch a Stand is another Stand. This is how we’re going to manifest your Stand. You’re going to focus until you can produce something that can touch my [Planisphére], or until you poop yourself, whichever comes first. So try and focus on how you feel, I guess? Try and reach out with your senses. Close your eyes and just FEEL things. Give it a try.”
>Everyone’s got doubt plain on their faces, but you’re flying by the seat of your pants here
>It’s not like Araki ever really explained how Stands feel or anything, just that people have them
>This is new territory
>Hopefully it works

>You are Spike the dragon, and dang, Anon just said a bunch of confusing stuff
>Focus on how you feel? Reach out with your senses? Until you poop yourself?
>What does that even mean? It’s disgusting!
>Still, he knows best
>He was the first one to get a Stand and all
>So you shut your eyes with a snort and try to “feel things out”
>The basement is totally silent and smells the same as ever, which - since you’ve gotten used to it - means it smells like nothing
>The only thing you can taste is your own mouth, which doesn’t taste like anything, and all you can feel is your own claws digging into your palms and your feet on the cold stone floor
>…And you can feel a sort of tug, a subtle yanking on your mind's eye
>Whatever it is, it’s pulling on your mind very slightly
>What direction is it coming from?
>You open and shut your eyes a few times, trying to figure out the source of it
>It’s…
>Anon
>What the heck?

>>29191068
“A-Anon? There’s a sort of pull-type thing going on when I shut my eyes and focus. It seems to be coming from you.”
>Anon appears to be at a loss for words; he’s just gaping at you like you’re a changeling or something
>Your other friends look the same way
>Anon closes his eyes, apparently trying to feel the same thing you did, and relaxes after a bit, chuckling to himself
>”Wow, you’re totally right Spike. See, the second rule of Stands is that Stand users attract other Stand users. It’s some sort of weird universal constant that forces conflicts and confrontations between users, but that’s just how it is. Since you and me are Stand users now, we feel a pull towards each other. I’m not sure why it happens, but according to what we’ve just learned it’s why Stand users can find each other so easily.”
>He grins at you
>”You’ve taken your first step to becoming a full-fledged Stand user, Spike. Now, we need to figure out how to make your Stand appear. I’m going to try poking you with [Planisphére] and I want you to try to smack its hand away. We’ll keep this up until you’re ready to give up or you manifest your Stand.”
>With that, he brings out his Stand again and pokes you in the forehead
>POKE
>Wow, it’s flippin’ nothing
>That didn’t even-
>POKE
>Well dang, this is pretty-
>POKE
>Celestia above, you can’t even finish-
>POOOOOOOKE
>Okay, this is really starting to-
>POKE
>Piss
>POKE
>You
>POKE
>OFF
>PO-
“STOP IT!”
>Anon jerks back in shock, obviously scared off by your sudden outburst
>Good, big jerk was really getting on your…
>Your…
>Tentacle?
>A long silvery ringed tentacle is sticking out of your chest, wrapping itself around [Planisphére]’s outstretched hand, restraining it
>Another tentacle follows it, snaking out of your back and wrapping around to the front of your body
>What is this?
>Wait, if it’s grabbing onto [Planisphére], that means…!
“IT’S MY STAND!”
>”HOLY FUCK!”

>>29191087
>Dang, Anon swore
>Twilight doesn’t like when he does that around you
>You think it’s pretty cool though
>But it’s not as cool as THIS!
>YOU’VE GOT A STAND, DRAGON BOY
>HECK YEAH!
“WOW! THIS IS SO COOL!”
>But how do you make it move?
“Um… how do I move it Anon?”
>He just stands there, the big green dummy, drooling at the awesomeness of your Stand
>”That was so cool Spike, holy crap. Whoa. Umm… To move your Stand you just kinda… think about it. It’s a lot like moving a muscle, if that muscle was an intangible ghost with crazy-ass superpowers. Just think like you’re moving your hand-claw-things.”
>Just like moving your claws?
>Well you’ll give it a shot…
>Move!
>The tentacle twitches a bit, so you focus harder on controlling it
>MOVE!
>It finally unwinds itself from [Planisphére]’s hand, and vanishes into nothingness
>Now reappear!
>The tentacles phase back into existence, this time both jutting out from your shoulder blades and curving around to your knees
>They’re short, but you quickly discover that you can extend and retract them at will, and that they’re actually rather lengthy
>This is pretty dang cool!
>Anon named his, so maybe you should name yours
>Hmm….
>How about…
“[Dragonforce]. I’ll call this thing [Dragonforce], because it’s the power of a dragon’s soul!”
>Anon smiles at you with pride
>”That’s a badass name, Spike. Good choice. Now don’t start worrying about what it can do, we’ll figure that out later. Try experimenting with it on your own for a bit, see what you can figure out about it. Then we can reconvene or something later.”
>Anon gets up and turns to leave
“Hang on a sec, Anon! AJ hasn’t woken up yet! What if she needs your advice?”
>”Eh, she’ll be fine.”
>He turns on his heel again
>”Anon, wait! I appreciate you helping Spike discover his Stand, but what if Applejack really does need your help? You can’t just leave her!”
>”Well Twi, I almost got killed today and I’m tired as hell and I just wanna go to-“
>”-bed.”
>What the hell?

>>29191140

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0eBp0QbmJ8&feature=youtu.be
STAND NAME: [DRAGONFORCE]
STAND MASTER: SPIKE

POWER: D
SPEED: B
RANGE: A
DURABILITY: E
PRECISION: C
POTENTIAL: D
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And on that bizarre note, I cliffhang the story yet again. I hope you guys are enjoying this, and if there's anything you want to let me know, just tell me.
Pretty interesting update, and next time we'll get to see what Spike's [Dragonforce] does.
As always, the story is compiled here: http://pastebin.com/aiHBKpuF

Thank you all for reading, and good night.

Aaand I'm back.
Give me a few minutes to get set up.

>>29190225
A FEW SECONDS AGO

>This has been such a wonderful day!
>The sun is shining
>The ponies are friendly
>The city is so pe-
>"-aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa-"
>Well, that's new
>You've seen a few weird things
>But an orange unicorn flying by at high speed in your direction?
>Now that's...
>weird
>Maybe you should go after him, make sure he's okay
>That's what Rarity would do!
>You back yourself and turn around in order to in-"
>*BUMP*
>"OI! Watch where ya goin' now!"
>A small beaver brown earth mare with the messiest black mane bumps into you as you turn, causing you to fall over
>"Now ya gone and fallen over! Come on, up with ya!"
>She holds out a hoof, and you take it, bringing yourself back up
>"You ought to start looking where you're walking. Makes it easier to avoid ponies n' whatnot."
"Right, sorry. I was just-"
>"Distracted by the flyin' unicorn? Aye, a mysterious sight that was."
"I was going to-"
>"Go after the poor git?"
>The entire time she's talking, you can't help but notice a fine black powder coming from her mouth everytime she exhales
>Which, considering how much she's talking, is quite a lot
>"What's ya name, miss?"
"Oh! I'm Coco Pommel!"
>"Call me Chimney Sweep! And before you ask, no, I'm not actually a chimney sweep."
"That's nice and all, but- t-the unicorn-"
>CS -"Ah! Right! Let's get goin' luv!"
>She grips your hoof and begins running in the direction of the flying orange unicorn

>"I mean, yeah, his hypothetical was absolutely blata-aw crap."
>You have a good view on his neck, so there's no point in wasting anymore time
>In go the fangs without a second thought
>With each suck, the unicorn seems to go paler and paler
>This blood is delicious!
>You wanna say it's AB n-
>"OI!"
>Shit is someone watching?!
>As fast as your vampiric body can allow, you throw the unicorn behind you, making sure to keep him out of sight
"Y-yes?" You say with as much ease as you can muster
>"You wouldn't ta happened to 'ave seen a flyin' unicorn, wouldja?"

>>29191699
>Right, that thing the star-thing does dragged him all the way here... in broad daylight
>Buck
"Nope, can't say I have."
>The earth mare at the end of the alleyway is flanked by another earth mare, currently wiping some dust from her face
>"Yeah, we've seen a flyin' unicorn! He should be back here somewhere!"
>Aw buck, what in Tartarus is that?!
>CS -"What d'ya mean back there?"
>"He's right behind this guy here!"
>CP -"You mean that guy?"
>The white mare points to you
>"Yeah, him."
"I don't know wha-I'm -I -There's-"
>CP -"I see him!"
>The white and brown mare approach you
>Damnit! You just wanted dinner!
>CS -"Wot's up with him? He's lookin' a little worse for wear. Is he smashed or something?"
"Uh-y-yeah! He's a- an old friend of mine, who-"
>"Yeah, cause friends drag their friends from off the str-"
>You give a kick in the general direction of the voice, resulting in a muffled ouch
>Was that... the book the unicorn was carrying?
>Never mind that
>The brown mare walks towards you with scrunched eyes, like she's trying to discern type of lipstick you wear
>The white mare, on the other hand, is staying back, wary of your presence
>"Are you REALLY his friend?"
"...Yes?"
...
>She extends a hoof
>"Well then! The name's Chimney Swe- e- he- heaaaaaAACHOO!"
>Ew! Buck! She just sneezed on you!
>Wiping your face, you find a thick layer of black powder on your face
"What in Tartarus.."
>"Oh, don't mind that, lad..."
"The buck is this?"
>"That's 「FAR TOO LOUD」."https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gvN3klcs_2Q
"Far too wha-"
>*BOOOM!*

<=====TO=BE=CONTINUED=====

Thank you for reading!

DORADORADORADORADORADORADORADORADORADORA!!!

So do you guys prefer MLP/EQG more or JJBA more, it sounds a bit silly considering I'm posting a board dedicated to the show.

>>29192563
I prefer JJBA at this point, but only because I never really bothered to watch the show after S4. Stands also fascinate me, which is why I'm trying to write a story about what it's like to discover and utilize a Stand.

>>29192808
Are you me?

Continued from pastebin.

>You're Jojo.
>You've been following the girls for a bit.
>It's on purpose.
>No one's attacked you, yet.
>But you can't shake the feeling that someone is following you.
>You can feel the Hamon emenating from them.
>You're a bit outside of town, towards the farmland.
>Maybe now is a good time to confront them.
>You stop.
“Girls, we're being followed.”
>The girls stop, and you turn around with them.
>You see two kids, standing on top of a bus stop.
>They're posing like it's nobody's business.
>You recognize them.
>Dinky Hooves and Button Mash.
>They look, weird.
>Like something isn't right with them.
>Poindexter suddenly exclaims.
>P: “B-be careful! These guys serve Carandini!”
“You're sure?!”
>P: “I remember them! Their voices were inside my head sometimes, when Carandini spoke!”
>You see Dinky and Button frown.
>DH: “You're not one of us anymore, Poindexter.”
>BM: “The master won't be bothered trying to enthrall you again.”
>The two leap off from atop the bus stop.
>They come to a landing, rolling on the ground and up to their feet.
>You impose yourself between them and your friends.
“You guys find Carandini's hideout. I'll catch up.”
>You hear Gioia protest.
>G: “Absolutely not! Button Mash needs to pay for attacking me!”
>She steps up, taking out some balls from her pocket.
>They spin with golden energy in her hands.
>A: “And I'm not letting someone under mind control outdance me!”
>Angel steps forward, her Stand appearing next to her.
>Your friends are morons.
>Don't they understand?
“But I'm the one with Hamon! They're weak against me!”
>G&A: “Doesn't matter.”
>G: “We have our own grievances with them. We're going to see this through, like it or not.”
>Angel nods.
>A: “What she said! By the way, what's a grievance?”

>>29192808
Man mlp may not be what it used to be like before alicorn twilight the show was a solid 9/10 i wouldn't give up on watching it though even though they try too hard on memes and 'accidental' animation errors it's still decent JoJo will never be bad until you read / watch your least favourite part after that you're all good to get watching again.

That's the one genius thing about JoJos bizarre adventure the story is already written and practically animated it just just gotta make it moving pictures and yet araki still puts his heart and soul into the tv adaptation and will always hit it out of the park.

Friendship is magic only has the tv show the writers have to keep planning and artists always drawing and starting from scratch I think they should just animate the comics they were decent And they can make some things canon

>>29193136

https://youtu.be/vr4OT_9JWoQ
“Don't you dare look at me!”, “Who's awesome? I'm awesome!”, and “I'm gonna rock this place!” Vs. “Dance through this attack!” and “I'm about to level up!”


Finished loading, Baybee!


OPEN THE GAME!


>You start towards your opponents.
>But you're somehow lagging.
>Because your friends already beat you to them.
>Gioia threw her balls at Button, who produced a large sword.
>Angel’s Stand threw a punch at Dinky, who jumped back.
>The balls were knocked away by Button’s sword.
>Gioia caught them, as Angel smashed a bunch of pebbles that were suddenly flying at her.
>...
>This must be what a fifth wheel feels like.
>Guess you'll just watch and wait for an opening.

>>29193367

>You're Gioia.
>And everything is making you mad today.
>First baseball practice, then Poindexter lying, now Button being a jerk in general!
>It's enough to make you scream!
>Where'd he get that sword, anyway?
>You can't see it, but you know it's imbued with the dark energy that was flowing through him.
>”Like my sword, huh?”
>He strides toward you, as you spin your balls around your hand.
“Not particularly.”
>”I got it off my dad's weapons wall. There were guns there, too. But swords grant you bonuses to attack.”
>Oh god. What a nerd.
>He swings it at you, and you throw up your hand.
>Your ball spins in it, deflecting it away from you.
>As he falls off balance, you kick him away, and throw a ball.
>Your Stand tells you it should hit him in the leg, making him fall.
>But instead, Button rolls forward, dodging the ball.
>He's back up to his feet, on guard with a sword.
>”I practiced swordsmanship when Dad wasn't looking, too. Now I'm just like Ichigo Kurosaki.”
>Literally who?
>You catch your ball.
>He's probably referencing something from one of those Chinese cartoons.
>He looks like a weeb.
>Suddenly, he leaps up in the air with the power Carandini gave him.
>He goes to bring the sword down on you.
>You just step out of the way, letting a ball drop right next to you.
>The spin creates a small whirlwind that sends him back upwards.
>He does a backflip, landing on top of the bus stop.
>”That's not a bad trick. But you won't stand a chance once I release my Shikai!”
>You visibly cringe.
>God, he IS a weeb.

>>29193079
I'm you, but shittier

>>29193372

>You're Angel.
>And Dinky is being a…
>What's the word Ricky uses?
>Witch?
>Yeah, Dinky is being a witch.
>She moves her hand, and stuff flies out from the ground.
>Mostly rocks and grass.
>Very sharp rocks and grass.
>But your [ROCK YOU] is more than enough to crush the things being thrown at you.
>You're finding that your ballet moves are really good at dodging.
>Between your ballet and your [ROCK YOU], none of Dinky’s attacks are touching you.
>You could end this now, but it's too much fun.
>You smile at Dinky, letting her know that.
>Dinky frowns.
>”You think you're so clever, don't you Angel?”
>Dinky raises her hand.
>A bunch of sticks lifts out of the ground, sharpening themselves to fine points like spears.
>There's so many…
>Can you really dodge them all?
>”You think your dancing is so good, you don't need to fight me!? I'm sick of you, and your little miss perfect attitude! Dance through this attack!”
>She throws her hand forward!
>The spears are coming!
>You can't dodge them!
>And there's no way you can fight them off!
>You cross your arms!
>The spears you!
>The force sends you flying back.
>There's spears sticking out of your body.
>You hear Dinky walking up.
>”So quickly down. Maybe you aren't as perfect as you thought…”

>>29193640

>The spears you!

I didn't grammar. I'll correct this in the pastebin.

>>29193640

>Y-you’re Jojo.
>And you just watched…
>Angel…
>Get...hurt real bad.
>She's...she's not moving.
>Why is your face wet?
>C'mon Angel, get up.
>Dinky's coming up to you.
>Angel, you have to move.
>You sniffle.
>Get up.
>Please.
>You...weren't gonna let her be better.
>You just wanted to...give her a chance to fight Dinky.
>Dinky.
>She hurt Angel.
>She hurt your friend.
>...
>You're going to make her pay!
>You dash up, breath right.
“Hamoooon-gah!”
>Dinky spun around, and shot her hand toward you.
>You're lifted up off the ground, unable to move.
>”Aww, did you think you could hit me before I caught what you were doing?”
>She approaches you.
>Dammit! If only your Stand had some more power!
>Dinky seems confused.
>”Now hold on, I'm choking your neck. Why are you still able to breathe?”
>Thank goodness.
>[EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE] at least protects your breathing.
>She could crush your windpipe and your lungs, and you'd still be able to breathe.
“I'm gonna make you pay for what you did to Angel!”
>She laughs.
>”As if! With my powers, you can't even touch me!”

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>>29193768
https://youtu.be/-Tdu4uKSZ3M
That's all for now. Will post more later.

We have EqG in JoJo clothes no I need Jo-girls in equestria girls clothes...

for research

Flutter-than U-UNF!!!

>>29194380

I kinda wanna see Rarity dressed like Midler.

Is it weird of me to name my Stands thematically? I like to think that the characters I write take inspiration from the way their Stands look or what they do in order to name them, all still musically, but [Planisphére] is named for what it reminds Anon of and [Dragonforce] is named for the power it gives Spike as a member of the dragon race. I intend to continue the trend in the future, but I wanted to know if it felt like it didn't fit all that well.

>>29194553
To clarify, I mean that obviously they're naming Stands after whatever song analogues exist in Equestria, but they (and I) choose the names based on what they look like or do.

>>29194553

I like to think that Stands in my story have their own name, and their users have no say in what they call them. But at the same time, the names of each Stand hints at the power the Stand has.

[BENZIN], for example, is named after the chemical they add to rubber in order to harden it. Since it has an ability that solidifies shadows into physical form, the Stand makes sense with the name.

Same with [ROCK YOU], [BLACK SUN], and almost every Stand I have in my story. The only one who doesn't follow this rule is Franziska, and her [DU HAST].

Stands that if the user didn't spend 7 chapters fucking around with the mane JoJo with could of killed Them easy

Two words, hanged man.

Could of easily killed jotaro and his group if he didn't fuck around with hol horse

>>29195036
Didn't the Hanged Man need a reflective surface? And that's why he partnered with Hol Horse?

>>29193079
>Undercunt doesn't even watch the show
its like poetry

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>>29195347

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>>29192563
MLP in a heartbeat, not just as a show but as a wider fan-cosmology. I don't think it's very fair to compare them, though.

A lot of the coolest shit in JoJo hasn't been adapted to TV yet, but even once it is, the joy of it is more in the originality of its conflicts and beauty of its designs than anything else. Despite a few flashes in the pan like Part heroes and villains, most of the characters don't have much depth, and they're not meant to. No one was supposed to feel anything when ｢Baby Face｣'s user died. MLP is more about the characters themselves, which is what helps connect people to outside material about them. JoJo is a really fun pattern for telling stories that's implemented really eccentricly, and it's awesome in its own way, but it would be difficult to devote your life to it in the way someone could eat, sleep and breathe pone.

>>29194553
>>29194559
Araki's done it off and on - ｢The Hand｣, ｢Aerosmith｣, etc. I do that too, but when I name my Stands, I try to either get indirect inspiration from the songs themselves (that is, the source of the idea's only clear if you read the lyrics after learning what the Stand does) or make them have no connection at all to the powers and designs themselves to heighten the absurdity.

So, any opinions on what I've got so far?

>>29197380
I'm liking it so far. It's nice to see the girls get some action for themselves!
Besides the little grammar hiccup that you picked up, I can't see anything that needs fixing.

>>29195099
Yeah but that's what I mean with pretty much infinite range and these characters using everyday things, mirrors, windows, the rain etc...

especially would be dangerous if hanged man just took care of them one by one in the reflective surface before any or they realised then there would be no problem.

>>29194553
I love when stands are thematic in some way or another.
>>29192563
I can't chose one over the other. I love them both for different reasons.
>>29197380
I liked the intro to the fight, it tells so much about each character with a single quote, and it also promises A LOT basing it on the games perhaps a DHA from the enemies or a Triple Heat Attack from the girls.

Will write up the ASB this Saturday while I wait for Horseman and them to get got in a Scottish murder forest. Anybody else gonna be watching?

>>29199371
Definitely. Just wish I could've gotten a passport in time to be involved.

Bumpu bumpu bumpy

bobo bump

>>29193768

>Dinky smiles at you.
>”Jojo, I want you to know, I have nothing against you. I was jealous of Angel. She was always sooo perfect. Always liked by everyone, always acing her tests, and living such a happy and carefree life. I was adopted, but I have two sisters, you see. They're both older than I am. My eldest sister, Derpy, she's got a condition.”
>That's right, Derpy’s her sister.
>Dinky's expression turns grim.
>”She's wall eyed, and clumsy. Because of that, People make fun of me for it. They tease me, saying that I'm a retard by proxy, that I should be ashamed of my sister.”
>Wait, why is she telling you this?
>”But no one teases Angel for her big brother.”
>Why would they?
>You know Erich. He's not like Derpy.
>She sees the confusion in your eyes.
>”You must think good of him. But you don't know, do you? Erich’s been seen running around dressed as a Nazi. You know, those people who exterminated so many people in world war two?”
>What?!
>No way!
>Erich isn't a Nazi…
>Is he?
>”He must keep it a secret from his family. But the school is catching on. Despite this, people still love innocent Angel, and don't judge her because of her brother. But they still judge me because of my sister.”
>Dinky grits her teeth angrily, as tears form on her face.
>”Why?! What makes her so special?! Why don't people just dump all over her, like they do me?! It's not fair! That's why…when Carandini made his offer, for my service in exchange for power, I gladly accepted! He didn't need to control my mind! I wanted the power to utterly destroy Angel! I don't care what Carandini does to me, so long as I got my revenge on Angel! I hate her! I hate her!”

>>29200879

>Dinky seems to calm down a little.
>She exhales, and smiles again.
>”But I don't have the same grudge against you, Jojo. You don't have the same circumstances I do. So I want you to know, I won't kill you because I hate you.”
>She raises her opposite hand.
>A large stick rises up from the ground, and sharpens itself.
>Oh, jeez.
>It's pointing straight at you.
>”But I will kill you for trying to interfere with my master.”
>Oh, no!
>This is it!
https://youtu.be/WIkhGvXB0ek
>?: “So that's what's going on.”
>Wait, is that…
>You and Dinky look over.
>Angel?!
>She's...standing up!
>But there's spears all over her-
>They're falling off…
>Dinky looks at her apprehensively.
>D: ”The sticks are all...Blunted.”
>A: “Don't you remember? My Stand has the ability to turn anything it touches to stone. This includes my skin and clothes.”
>You feel the psychic hold on you tightening.
>A: “I wanted to wait until you got close, then paralyze you with my [ROCK YOU ACT I]. But after hearing your thoughts, and why you're attacking me, I couldn't play opossum anymore.”
>Angel points at Dinky.
>A: “Dinky, I'm sorry that you hate me so much. And it isn't right how you've been treated. But I never harbored such hatred for you! You shouldn't take your anger out on innocent people who have done you no wrong! For that, I'll make you pay!”
>Dinky moves you and the spear in between her and Angel.
>D: “S-stay back! Or I'll stick your friend!”
>Quicker than you can realize, you see [ROCK YOU ACT II] come out, and start punching the spear.
>It crumbles into dust beside you.
>Angel strides unerringly towards Dinky, passing you.
>You feel yourself drop to the ground, and look back.
>You see a panicking Dinky throwing things at Angel with her powers.
>Angel isn't even fazed, as everything bounces harmlessly off of her.

>>29201144

>A: “Dinky, you're a detestable human being!”
>Realizing it's hopeless, Dinky drops her faggot bundle of sticks, and tries to run.
>[ROCK YOU] appears in front of her.
>Dinky turns around, only for [ROCK YOU] to stay directly in front of her the entire time.
>Dinky turns back to Angel, only to find her standing directly in front of her.
>Dinky falls back in fear.
>Angel leans down toward her.
>A: “As Ricky would say, ‘you're nothing more than a degenerate!’ but you know what?!”
>Dinky shields herself from Angel's gaze.
>Angel holds her hand out toward Dinky, and smiles.
>Peeking out from her arms, Dinky looks up at Angel.
>A: “I forgive you.”
>What?
>Nervously, Dinky takes Angel's hand.
>Angel helps Dinky up, and begins... laughing.
>Dinky smiles, and begins laughing with Angel.
>Angel's laugh begins to settle, before she speaks.
>A: “I know deep down, you're a good person, Dinky. You care a lot for your sisters, just like I care for my brother. I really do wanna be your friend.”
>She smiles at Dinky, who returns the smile.
>A: “But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna stop you. [ROCK YOU ACT I]!”
>”Ayiyiyiyiyiyi!”
>Angel's Stand punches Dinky all over her body, freezing her in place, and completely paralyzing her.
>Dinky falls to the ground, a look of surprise etched onto her.
>Angel turns to you.
>A: ”Jojo! Quick, use your Hamon on her!”
>You hear Dinky muttering.
>D: “N-no, my powers…”
>You run up, breathing like you were taught.
“Hamoooon…”
>You leap up, and land, slamming your fist into Dinky's chest.
“...Overdrive!”
>The shock goes through Dinky, who gasps, and passes out.

>>29201283

Name: Dinky Hooves
Status: [RETIRED]

That's all I got for now. Next, Gioia finishes her battle with Button Mash.

Psst Cameo, can Anon use Saturn's Children on himself? Like launch himself through it or use it to slow his own falls?

I want the mane 6 to read the JoJo mangas together and truly understand JoJos bizarre adventure...

>>29201491
Yup

>>29201298
I wonder if Gioia will ever forgive Poidexter for being a filthy liar...
Also, Angel now knows that thing Erich does in his own time. What repercussions will this bring?
I liked this update.

>>29201298
I didn't actually realize Angel had no idea of Erich's NatSoc affiliations until now.
Gotta wonder (if it does) how that'll change how she views him.

>>29202399
Thanks m8, that's a relief. Good luck on your story.

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>When you remember it is a bizarre adventure.

bobo pump

>>29206139
Wat I don't get it.

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/pol/ bump

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>>29187309
Coco’s Bizarre Adventure, Chapter 3: The Kids Aren’t Alright

Sweetie woke up on the edge of town in a pain she’d never felt before, like she’d just suffered a concussion. She could tell by the exploding brightness of the sun that she’d been out for a couple hours, and realized, disturbingly, that she didn’t remember anything after she left the boutique. And it was late afternoon, maybe an hour before sunset.

If she was in this position, she’d encountered a Stand user. Somepony who could erase memories, maybe, or inflict blunt force trauma. Not just that, but they’d clearly turned hostile and forced their way inside, which meant they were the enemy’s.

She spat a word she had no right to know yet, and summoned her Stand.

...Rarity was still safe. That was good. And the center of town looked okay. She hadn’t had time to go to Sweet Apple Acres yet, but the outside of Twilight’s castle looked unharmed. There were laying low, maybe. Or operating elsewhere…

“Sweetie Belle!” Featherweight slipped through the barricade. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Diamond’s claimed power while you were gone, she’s vetoed the castle unless you can beat her in a fight!”

“And everypony just went along with that?” she asked, still lingering on the castle, suddenly feeling a great distance away from it.

“Uh, well... they don’t really care who’s in charge that much, so,” he said.

She dismissed her Stand to rub her forehead. “Fine, I’ll do it. Just tell her that there’s an enemy agent in Ponyville who probably looks a lot like Berry Punch. And to put Button back on duty.”

“Oh, he’s already in position.”

She looked to the top of the massive wall of junk constructed along the perimeter, and saw Button lying prone, sizing up distances and squinting through his scope.

“You could’ve woken me up, you know!” she yelled.

>>29206996
“Huh? Oh.” he turned to her. “Yeah, guess so, but it’s not my job. Diamond wants you at Sweet Apple Acres once you’re awake. When she wins, you’ll probably get reassigned like Bloom did.”

“Bloom was reassigned? And you’re alright with that?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s not like you’re the only ones with missing family members. ‘Sides, if anypony really wanted to grab all the Elements, they’d only be able to get five of ‘em.”

Sweetie scoffed and walked back to the barricade, ready to close it again behind her once Featherweight got through. She’d helped oversee the construction, so that if the trash and furniture and random magical materials weren’t held up in all the right places they’d fall in on themselves. Ponyville was, as ever, great at coordination and construction.

“Hey!” somepony shouted in the distance, coming up the tracks.

[Sweet Celestia, what now?]

It was a mare with dust in her mane, levitating some kind of sleeping bag and a little metal thing with wheels. A little closer and Sweetie could see it was a scooter.

Button had already turned back to aiming ｢Electric Funeral｣, looking through the scope and squeezing out a shot. The mare stumbled and fell as it connected with her forehoof, and then looked at her limb curiously as she tried to pick herself back up. On the second shot, she collapsed again, and then couldn’t get back up.

As Button took his time for the headshot, the mare levitated the sleeping bag and opened it. Inside was a weathered Scootaloo, and above her head she lifted a white flag and shook it vigorously.

“Wait! She has Scootaloo!” Sweetie shouted up to him, but Button gave no indication he’d heard. With one more squeeze, the newcomer’s magic stopped, and her body slumped to the ground.

>>29207003
As she walked through the mostly empty, quiet streets, Berryshine kept an eye out for the right apartment. It had a four-digit address, but none of the buildings made sense here. Maybe it was just the local system, or something like that. She detested the idea of addresses anyway, they were filthy aids to the postal service no matter where she went.

Honestly, she’d laughed when she was told her counterpart was named “Berry Punch”, because it sounded like such a cheap knockoff, but now she was deathly serious. She had a problem to mull over, and despite her ambitions she was in no mood for lightheartedness. Not to mention that there hadn’t been a surprise attack yet, and she had no idea why not. It couldn’t really be -this- easy, could it?

Berryshine was in it for her love of Nature. Her goal was never to kill, but to save ponies, and she only sought to tear down their buildings and institutions. Her Stand was powerful enough to destroy the town, and she believed in her heart that she could take on Celestia and Luna if it came to that, but she refused to let a life be lost. This left her with a conundrum.

Sweetie Drops would be close behind, and explaining all this to her would be pointless. Berry Punch couldn’t be allowed to walk around in the open, because then it would blow cover, but was she an acceptable exception? Was it more like suicide than murder?

“Hey, Miss Punch! Surprised to see you out this early,” said a little grey pegasus as he trotted past, “There’s gonna be a fight at Sweet Apple Acres tonight, you should show up if you’re going to stay out! Oh, and somepony who looks like you might be trying to get into Ponyville, so be careful!”

She put on a smile and waved at him while he went.

>>29207018
They’d been able to talk some during the trip, while she moved in and out of awareness, and Coco had asked her all sorts of questions. Her answers had been sloppy rambles, and she had to correct the details when lucidity drifted over her.

“How’d you get your Stand?” Coco had asked, when Canterlot was to their backs.

Unlike most of the foals who’d developed Stands, Scootaloo hadn’t done it because of the curse. She’d seen Rainbow in her nightmare, just like Sweetie had seen Rarity and Apple Bloom had seen Applejack, but it had only been enough to send one of them over the edge. Maybe because it was hard to be -really- afraid for Applejack and Rainbow, even if they were in danger. They always saw their way through somehow.

No, it took Cheerilee to do that.

The disappearances started the same night as the visions. It was mostly adults, a dozen here and there with no mark or explanation. Scootaloo had been the first to see it actually happening, on the night after Sombra’s return. She lived with Cheerilee, partly because she didn’t have anywhere else to stay, and the schoolteacher’s home was smaller than her classroom. That night, she’d been woken up by the creaking of boards, and saw the figure.

Completely hooded, shrouded in magical darkness to make sure that nopony could identify them. She could see the Stand, though, something chrome and robotic that shone bars of red light through its hooves, and at the time she thought it was some kind of spirit.

That’s why she went for the pony and not the Stand, even though it had been leaning closer to Cheerilee. Whatever its ability had been, she hadn’t had time to find out; as soon as she focused on protecting the sleeping adult, ｢Go Zone｣ appeared and closed the distance to smash the cloaked pony’s jaw. They went flying through the wall, and then Cheerilee had woken up, and they’d moved to Lemon Hearts’ house for the rest of the night.

>>29207023
The next day, Flitter and Cloudchaser came by and told her Cloudsdale had found a means of evacuation that Dash left behind, and they offered to take Scootaloo. She’d refused, and insisted that Cheerilee go instead, and after some prodding about how the teacher was important to everypony and mattered more than a single filly (which Cheerilee did not like hearing from someone so young), they finally gave up and took her.

Everything had fallen into place after that. Her new ability to change friction tripled her riding speed, and even made it possible to fly for short distances, so she became the town messenger. It wasn’t a pretty job, though. Almost every house that lost a parent had become an outpost, and all of the grown-ups were paralyzed, almost all of them Standless and blind in a suddenly dangerous world.

There were attacks from the outside, just once a day until now. Jewel Joy had been the first one to seriously threaten Ponyville with a Stand of her own, except for the hooded one, and nopony else had seen -them-.

She didn’t know what the evacuation had involved, but Cloudsdale was nearly empty as far as the remaining pegasi could make out. There were only a few skeleton crews to keep the weather moving, holding off on the rain for morale until absolutely necessary. Acting like it would pass, and everything would turn alright again, as soon as all of the Elements woke up and saved the day.

Fewer ponies shared that optimism as the days went on.

>>29207034
Piña always enjoyed cooking, especially quickbreads. It was something she’d learned to make from a young age, especially given her older sister’s proclivities. Bread took away hunger, it sapped silly behavior and it made bad feelings easier to manage, so she made it whenever she could. Right now, Ponyville badly needed some.

She was a couple rooms away from the front door, so she couldn’t see who came in, but she didn’t really need to. “Hey, Berry! I’ve got bread on, so don’t hit the claret yet. Also, your watch shift starts in three hours.”

She didn’t respond, but Piña heard her walk into the living room and turn around a few times, like she was lost. The filly sighed.

“I told you to leave the good times for after your shift, sis. You know how I worry about you. Now get in here and eat something.”

“Wuh…?” Berry’s voice drifted down from upstairs. She sounded like she’d just woken up.

Piña started, and ran into the living room. The pony standing there wasn’t her sister. She might’ve fooled an acquaintance, she had the same color coat and the same hairstyle, but she held herself like a self-conscious actress and everything about her was tense. Even the eyes were absolutely fake.

“Changeling!” she screamed, and bolted.

“｢Simply Red｣,” her not-sister said behind her, even the voice was wrong and too deep, and she ran faster.

“It has a Stand!”

Her real sister had come down the stairs by this point, and was wide awake. Piña managed to run to her before swerving and hitting a wall. She felt incredibly dizzy, and wobbled on her hooves as her sight swam. She wondered what it was, and landed on the first thing she could relate it to:

[I’m piss drunk.]

Then she fell over, and slept.

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>>29207048
Button stood near the unconscious mare - Coco Pommel, apparently - until she recovered. They were just inside the town limits, because nopony had felt like lugging her any further, but no harm had been done to her. By now his shift was over unless an emergency alert came on, and he was supposed to be sleeping, but he didn’t feel like it. For the last couple days, home felt like a shirt that was too big.

He took the time to polish ｢Electric Funeral｣, even if it was just plastic. It was something designed for him, that let him be a part of the action in the way so many ponies could never be. Just being able to see Stands was a big deal, not even all the night watchponies could do that, but being able to do the fighting himself instead of getting a magical avatar to do it for him just felt right. Most of his victories were on the wrong side of the screen, and he was happy to make up for that.

Coco stirred and jolted awake, a lot faster than he would’ve given her credit for, but he’d only been in war for a couple days now, and he wasn’t stupid enough to think he understood it all. So he refrained from eye contact and waited for her to notice him before he talked.

“Scoots woke up, vouched for you. You’re lucky for that. She’ll be back soon, had to do some rounds.”

She wiped the sleep from her eyes and nodded. “Thank you.” she said, and then, “Aren’t you the foal who shot me?” Her voice was incredibly soft, for somepony who made it this far.

“Yeah. Can’t trust anypony these days, even when they’re surrendering. ‘Sides, the shots aren’t lethal. Just knock you out for an hour.”

“They do? I don’t think I dreamed anything.”

She took being shot pretty well, he noted. “That’s part of having a Stand. Locks you out of Sombra’s control. Rest of Equestria’s gotta deal with the nightmares.”

“Oh,” Coco said, “I had no idea. I haven’t talked to anypony in a couple days.”

>>29207058
“Yeah, I heard you came straight from Manehattan. Long walk. Scoots never did say what you were here for.” Scootaloo had, in fact, and very enthusiastically, but it was important to see if she gave different stories to different ponies.

“For Rarity. I need to find her and see if I can help her.” There was no hesitation in that answer.

He nodded, once. “You might have a problem, then. Her sister’s about to get shown up by Diamond Tiara, and then sent to do odd jobs. Rarity’s still in her boutique, but she’ll probably get moved or taken unless we get a miracle.” He tried to not feel guilty about supporting that change. It really was better for everypony with somepony less personally-involved calling the shots. Somepony who would fight back and try to find their parents instead of just trying to keep things together.

“Which way is her house?” Coco asked. He gave her directions, and she galloped off.

...

Berryshine saw the confusion flicker out of her counterpart’s face as her little sister collapsed. No big harm would come to her, although she might vomit in her sleep. ｢Simply Red｣ could modulate these things, a little roughly.

Berry Punch couldn’t see it, judging by the movement of her eyes. Berryshine concentrated on the native’s bloodstream and stomach and let her power move freely. In four seconds any adult would be passed out on the floor, and then she could tie them both up and get down to business. There wouldn’t even be enough time to close the distance at a run.

Punch walked across the room, swaying a little, and slammed her with a firm right hook.

Berryshine dropped, gasping, and spat out a tooth.

“You’re not a changeling, are you?” Punch asked, “You’re something else.”

“｢Simply Red｣!” she sputtered, and ratcheted up the alcohol in the pony’s body. It wasn’t enough. In fact, it only made her opponent stronger!

>>29207135
A crack on the nose left it bleeding, a hoof to her eye would make it black in a half hour. She realized what was going on too late - Punch was marking her as a fake, creating bruises she’d have to explain. Making her -noticeable-.

Finally she gave up and had ｢Simply Red｣ strike her attacker directly a few times. That made the mare stagger, fall back, and finally crumple like her sister, and it was about time.

Berryshine locked the front door and inspected herself. This had all been far too messy, and now her face was a testament to it. She sterilized the wounds from the inside, deep enough under the skin to prevent pain, and distantly enjoyed the buzz while she considered her next move.

...

Diamond Tiara had waited for word to spread, because that was the right and sensible thing to do when you were holding a dominance contest. Their Stands weren’t remotely matched, and Sweetie knew it, but ultimately it was down to how many ponies they could convince that they were the best leader. And at first glance, literally, Sweetie had the advantage there: whatever her weirdo gadget power was, at least everypony could see it.

But that was no matter. Sweetie was useful, and there’d be plenty of opportunities to use a power like hers. Today just wasn’t one of them, and that was the way it should be.

Mother and Father had fled for Canterlot, but she’d stayed behind. This was home for her, and she wasn’t going to leave and never come back over something as stupid as an evil king from forever ago. She was the pony who’d rule over this place in twenty years, not him.

So she’d picked something suitably dramatic, and made sure to get everypony to take it seriously. Sweet Apple Acres, the fenced-in edge of the forest at dusk, with word of mouth drawing in all of the ponies who’d come. On one end, the princess to replace the Princesses. On the other, a dusty blank-flank trudging in barely on-time.

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>>29207145
“Let’s bring out our Stands, shall we?” Diamond said, smirking.

Sweetie nodded, and held out a hoof. “｢Private Eyes｣.” Then those… -binocular things- appeared. The crowd watched with baited breath, and slowly swiveled to Diamond.

“How dramatic and serious of you. There’s no way somepony this drab and easily fatigued could ever take out -my- Stand!” she twirled on the spot, put a hoof across her forehead and looked to the sky as her Stand flowed out of her, a slender, almost-angular pink mare decorated in thorny flowers.

Sweetie didn’t react. “Are we here to dance?”

Diamond laughed. “Joke all you want, Sweetie Belle. You’ll never be able to ‘Stand’ up to my…” she threw her hooves out grandiosely as Celestia’s sun pierced the horizon, “｢Misery Business｣!”

｢To Be Continued｣

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78yioWJhUJA

Stand Name: Simply Red
User: Berryshine
Stats
Power: C
Speed: B
Range: D
Durability: C
Precision: C
Potential: D
Abilities: Turns water into wine.

Stand Name: Private Eyes
User: Sweetie Belle
Stats
Power: N/A
Speed: N/A
Range: ∞
Durability: D
Precision: C
Potential: B
Abilities: Takes the form of a curious white stereoscope, complete with a small disc of empty film good for seven pictures. When the user sees something, they can create a static image of it in an image slot. Each time a slot is flipped to, the image will match the view in real-time as if the user had just observed it from the same position. Slots can be ‘emptied’ at will.

Stand Name: Misery Business
User: Diamond Tiara
Stats
Power: A
Speed: C
Range: D
Durability: B
Precision: E
Potential: C
Abilities: ???

>>29207169
(And)

Stand Name: Electric Funeral
User: Button Mash
Stats
Power: D
Speed: N/A
Range: A
Durability: E
Precision: B
Potential: C
Abilities: Takes the form of a laser-tag rifle with a three-second cool-down. Whatever its light hits is put into a ‘disabled state’, but things which are already ‘disabled’ will be ‘reactivated’.

>>29207180
Reading this just made my day at work much better. Thanks Ditherer!

>>29207180
This has to be the best story in the whole thread right now. You do such a good job of making the reveals of the story at just the right moments, and your descriptions use the bare minimum of words while still being extremely vivid. How did you learn to write like that?

Part 1: Dio Brando
Vs
Part 3: DIO
Vs
Part 6: Dio
Vs
Part 7: Diego
Vs
Part 7:Alt world Diego
Vs (if you consider it canon just for the bizarreness of it)
heaven ascension Dio

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>>29208849

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7s5UdKhJjS0

>>29208849
Out of all ththe we who would win is my question by the way

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>>29207808
Wow. Thanks, that means a lot!

>>29208066
Keeping the reveals in the wings can be really frustrating, so I'm glad it pays off for the reader. Sometimes I get an itch to skip to the end of CRBA and put all my the cards on the table, but I know I'd miss a lot of good stuff in the middle and it'd defang the whole arc.

Really, I just decided in middle school that I wanted to be a writer, and I studied other writers and scored for-the-love publishing credits until I picked up the handful of tips that applied to me and started making real progress. (Use up all your current ideas so your brain will keep spawning new ones, don't expect reactions in the reader if your own writing doesn't make you feel the same way, look for the underlying patterns when you channel other authors, try to use words in instinctively-clear ways you've never seen before.) Part of it's just that I have a hard time writing anything lengthy, which greentext seems to be helping because it forces me to string along each atom of the story one at a time without wandering away somewhere else. If you want to know what I put into writing anything specific, I'll be happy to tell you.

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>>29207180
Coco’s Bizarre Adventure, Chapter 4: Shine On You Crazy Diamond

Aquamarine didn’t know if it was the best idea to let this mare inside the Boutique, but she hadn’t gotten much choice. Once she caught sight of Rarity laid out on the couch, she burst in without a word and stood over her, looking pained.
If this were really dangerous, she’d be in trouble; there wasn’t anypony else around right now, with most of the town either getting ready for bed or our hiding. Nopony liked sleeping so late, but they were all like farmponies now, waking up with the sun to get all of the lifting done without tripping on stuff. It amazed her how fast things could change.

“Oh, Rarity,” the mare said, looking down at her like they alone in the room. Rarity hadn’t moved, or done anything interesting besides breathing, so to Aqua she was more like a part of the room by now. If she’d ever really known the dressmaker, maybe she’d have felt worse, but all of her family was still together and the thought of feeling guilty about that made her wince.

“Did you know her?” Aqua asked, after the silence became uncomfortable enough that she felt prompted.

“A little.” Then, like a magician’s trick, a quilt with a pattern of blue diamonds knitted itself into existence, falling into position over the couch. “Does she ever come out of it?”

Aqua shook her head. “We don’t have to feed her or anything.”

Then something crashed into the wall.

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>>29212989
This was the first time Sweetie had seen Tiara’s Stand, and it was very tall. Hanging in the air limply, it looked more like a pink mantis than a pony, like it was folded into existence out of bubblegum.

“That’s an interesting Stand,” she said, “Maybe you should tell us what it does.”

Diamond snorted. “You think I’m going to tell you what my Stand does right before I beat you with it, because you -asked-?”

“-Well-, you do know what my ｢Private Eyes｣ does, don’t you? It seems only fair.”

Foals who’d shushed each other so they could listen to the battle were now murmuring mild agreements among themselves.

“Life isn’t about fair!” Diamond said. “It’s about who’s best for the job. If you tell anypony who asks about your Stand powers and you can’t stop mine with them, then that just means you weren’t fit to be the leader.”

“But shouldn’t a leader be fair exactly when the rest of the world isn’t? Aren’t we trying to get even with the ponies who’ve done all of this-” she waved a hoof back at the rest of town, “to us?”

“That’s nothing to do with fairness. I’m going to lead us to victory by crushing our enemies and making anypony who wants to hurt our town wish they’d never been born! You just want an advantage because your little picture-viewer’s useless in a fight. If you cared about leading, you’d just have given the job to me and made yourself an advisor.”

The tone of the crowd was shifting to Diamond Tiara, mostly in righteous anger. Sweetie didn’t pay attention to them.

“And when somepony comes along who’s stronger and better at leading than you, are you going to hand Ponyville over to them?”

Diamond leered. “Never happen.”

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>>29213004
“How can we know that?” Sweetie turned to their audience, briefly. “What if the reason you’ve been keeping it a secret is because it can only work against somepony like me? If it was so great, you would be out at the wall defending the town.”

During all of this ｢Misery Business｣ had been trembling in the air and fidgeting with its hooves, and although most in the crowd couldn’t see it, the rest were turning restless themselves.

“I’m going to make you regret speaking to me that way.” Diamond snarled.

“Fine, but don’t you think the ponies here deserve to know how you’ll do it? I wouldn’t trust any leader who has to hide what her powers are.”

“Just tell her and get to the fight!” a foal shouted from inside the crowd, and the rest agreed in various amounts of heartedness.

Diamond groaned loudly. “It can read secrets. Like yours. Want me to share some of your more embarrassing moments with everypony, or do you want to pony up and fight?” On the inside, she was flustered. [Sweetie made me choose between revealing my Stand and losing support. She knows this is about more than fighting one-on-one, which means I have to beat her into the ground as fast as possible.]

“Sure, just one second. Catch!” Sweetie grabbed her Stand and tossed it into the crowd, which scrambled for it until it wound up in the hooves of one Rumble. While everypony looked at each other and back to Sweetie, she pointed her hoof to the sky and said, “I don’t need a Stand to beat you, Diamond Tiara!”

The crowd cheered. Diamond seethed.

>>29213013
Coco rushed outside and found Scootaloo, laying on the ground next to her scooter, helmet still on. She looked like she’d fallen over in a slapstick routine, groaning as she sprawled out.

“What happened?” Coco asked.

“Stand user. The one Sweetie told me to look out for. I tripped her and got away, but I couldn’t hurt her. Took my aim. She’s, -burning-.” Scootaloo gestured woozily with a hoof. There was smoke a couple blocks away, obscured until now by the houses in between.

Coco looked back at the Carousel again, thinking, and then to Scootaloo. “Are you going to be okay here alone?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go kick her flank. She’sss purple.” Scootaloo said, and then puked in the grass.

Coco grimaced but said, “I will,” and ran in the direction of the smoke.

...

Under the sneering exterior, there was a conflict going on inside Diamond Tiara.

[If I use my Stand, it’ll seem like I need it to win. But if I don’t use it, then I’m playing into her hooves! She’s trying to make herself seem like the bigger pony, even though she thinks it’s going to get her beaten up. She thinks she can win some kind of sympathy vote because she threw away her only good resource!]

[Wait.]

[Is she hiding something?]

Sweetie stood there, motionless and waiting for the first move, looking Diamond in the eyes. With that eye contact, her hidden thoughts were as bare as possible.

The information appeared as a line of text in Diamond’s field of vision, something that, if she ever spent time watching films in the hobbyist cinema scene, she would call a subtitle. It read, {I CAN USE SCOOTALOO’S ITCHING POWDER AS SOON AS SHE GETS CLOSE.}

[A-ha!]

“You think you can use itching powder on me as soon as I get close to you?” Diamond asked. “What kind of a dumb idea is that?”

Sweetie looked stunned, and then she asked, “What itching powder?”

>>29213039
{THE ITCHING POWDER IN A PACKET TUCKED INTO MY MANE.}

“The itching powder you got from the pegasus who couldn’t fly! It’s tucked into your mane!”

“Scootaloo? I didn’t get anything from Scootaloo. And what good would itching powder do me in a fight?”

{I’M STALLING TO THINK OF A NEW PLAN.}

“You’re stalling to think of a new plan!”

“No I’m not.”

{YES I AM.}

“Yes you are! I can read every thought you don’t want me to, there’s no fooling me!”

Sweetie looked a little perplexed. “I’m just waiting for you to start fighting. Are you sure that’s what your Stand does, or were you lying to hide its real power?”

{I’M TURNING EVERYPONY AGAINST YOU.}

“You-you’re turning everypony against me!”

Sweetie looked at the crowd and shrugged. “I guess?” In response it started complaining, in various voices, about how the fight wasn’t happening.

[Nopony believes me!]

“Look, I’ll make this fair. If your power's bothering you so much, then I’ll just think of something else secret that will help you concentrate.” Sweetie turned to the crowd again, “Any ideas?”

“Pick a number between one and ten!” one of them shouted.

“Pick seven! Like, seven numbers, not the number seven!”

And then Rumble, who everypony was looking to because he was holding her Stand, said, “Uh… You could try not thinking of something. Maybe... a purple griffin.” Everypony around him nodded.

“Thanks, Rumble.” Sweetie said. Then Misery Business transcribed, {PURPLE GRIFFIN PURPLE GRIFFIN PURPLE GRIFFIN.}

[She’s egging me on.]

“That’s not going to work, Belle! I can read anything you want to hide from me as soon as you think not to think it, and I’m not going to be manipulated like this!”

>>29213058
“I’ve done everything I can for you, Diamond. Besides, I’m not sure you can really read my mind anyway. Can you tell me what number I’m thinking of?”

{PURPLE GRIFFIN I DIDN’T PICK A NUMBER PURPLE GRIFFIN.}

“You didn’t pick a number.” Diamond said, and as soon as the words came out she knew they were a mistake.

Sweetie shook her head and smiled, “It was eight. You could’ve -tried-, you know. Of course, if you just want to surrender and let me get back to work, I’m sure I can find something for you to manage.”

The sun was mostly down and everypony was getting tired of standing still, and their grumbling was aimed at Tiara. [If I can’t keep their support, I’ll just have to prove that I’m the strongest. Then everypony will have to do what I tell them to!]

Diamond charged.

...

Berryshine’s day had been getting better, until she slipped and sprained something. She might have just put it down to bad luck if it weren’t because of a Stand she’d had to dodge. It was amazing how many of them were around here, considering they were all kids. All the Stand users she’d seen in Sombra’s castle were teenagers like her, and close-by.

She supposed he was just sending them out to test their strength and ability. If they lost, then they weren’t worthy to serve him. He didn’t really speak to the recruits - she had the feeling that he couldn’t speak at all yet - but almost everything about this place had to do with weird intuitions.

But this orange filly had zoomed past her like she wasn’t there, then doubled around to take in the housefires. Berryshine had taken the opportunity to knock her out with ｢Simply Red｣, and as soon as the effects started the filly attacked like a trapped animal for about a minute and fled.

>>29213076
She imagined how easy it would’ve been to turn all of the filly’s blood into wine, or all of the water in the air so she couldn’t breathe, or her eyeballs so it stung, or all of the other things that she knew her Stand could do and tried not to use it for. It would’ve been a piece of cake to do it to Punch or her sister, or to the pony who met her at the gate.

She shook her head and concentrated on fueling the fires and searching for ponies still at home to knock out. [Drops should be here in a couple hours, and then I can brag to her about how I took down their whole housing district before she could show up.]

The blaze was healthy, but mostly contained. It was amazing what a wine-soaked rag and a fireplace could pull off. She stood back and felt the heat washing off in waves. Even if it didn’t smell great, it felt cleansing. She felt in her heart that they’d be back to grazing in the forest by the end of the week, and Sombra wouldn’t have much reason to bother them. She let out a happy sigh at the thought.

Then the hood fell over her eyes and tightened around her neck, and she was yanked backwards.

...

Ultimately, ｢Misery Business｣ was a clumsy, short-range Stand that relied mostly on its immense strength. Diamond knew enough about it to understand this weakness, and to exploit its ability in order to compensate, which is how she managed to convene so many ponies together. They cheered as she galloped and discarded the politicking, ready to make it a test of strength.

[Stands can’t be hurt by anything but other Stands. She couldn’t beat me if she tried!]

{PURPLE GRIFFIN PURPLE GRIFFIN PURPLE GRIFFIN}

Diamond lunged, and in that moment, hanging in midair, she lost.

>>29213093
Sweetie’s horn glowed, and the dirt and dust exploded upwards. It got in her coat and tarnished her tiara, stung her eyes with grit and threw earth on her tongue. She had to squeeze her eyelids shut, and her Stand lashed out wildly. Sweetie sidestepped it easily, and as Diamond crashed into the dirt, she laid a white hoof on her tiara'd head and held up the other to the sky.

The crowd cheered.

"This is over. If you try to use your Stand, I'll cover you in itching powder and keep away until you give up." Sweetie said quietly, so nopony else would hear.

"Why couldn't I read your thoughts?" Diamond asked, rubbing away the dirt.

"You could. All the ones you repeated were exactly what I thought. But after a little while, I realized that it didn't matter whether you could tell what I was thinking or not."

"I could still use your secrets, Belle. I'm sure you've got lots of embarrassing ones."

"If anypony listens and believes you. You could always help out, I'll take your input if you like. It's pretty boring being a leader, to be honest, but I can't let anypony stop us protecting the Elements."

{ESPECIALLY MY SISTER.}

Diamond sighed and dismissed ｢Misery Business｣. "Get off my head, you've made your point."

Sweetie helped her up, and then turned to Rumble, caught Private Eyes and thanked him.
Then somepony in the crowd pointed to town and said, "Is that smoke?" Everypony turned, and Sweetie clicked through ｢Private Eyes｣.

"It is," she said, and just as ponies were turning to her she raised her voice, "There's no way we're stopping it, but we can protect the ponies of Ponyville if we work together. Wake everyone up, avoid any Stand users you come across and tell everypony with an ability what's going on. Diamond, please help organize and protect them. I'm going to wake up Spike.

"We're moving everypony to Twilight's castle -tonight-."

>>29213106
｢To Be Continued｣

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78yioWJhUJA

Stand Name: Misery Business
User: Diamond Tiara
Stats
Power: A
Speed: C
Range: D
Durability: B
Precision: E
Potential: C
Abilities: Mind-reading; only perceives thoughts the target doesn’t want read.

And now we're current with FiMFic.

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When you realise there's no more jojo Fridays...

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Threads a bit dead today

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Just finished reading part 5.

>>29172589
I just finished with part 3 of JoJo and loved it. I hate part 4 animation and characters. Is the ride over?

>>29213117
I liked how you used the spoiler text for DT's stand.
Also, Sweetie could have potentialy used her stand to beat her, right?

>>29215898
Thanks. And yeah, that was in the original author's note for the chapter. Unfortunately, I never wrote down that solution, so all I remember is that Sweetie would've figured out some clever way to use the power to gather information.

>>29215764
No araki just changed from super fucking manly to slightly less manly a lot more fashion.

Part 3 imo has the best animation

>>29215954
I can't believe we have a professional-tier author writing stories about colorful anime donkeys fighting each other with ghost people in this thread. You're an utterly incredible writer, Ditherer, and I'm almost more excited for this story than I am to be writing my own.

I'd like to know how you sat down and planned the story out. Did you come up with everyone's Stands ahead of time? Was the entire plot set out and ready to go before you even really started writing? I also really want to know how to take the skills needed to write good prose and put them to use in greentexting, since the two require vastly different writing styles in my experience.

Do me a solid and spoon feed me for a sec. I'm new to this thread and I'd like to know some of the better stories in here

>>29217022
Ditherer is all the rage right now. Read both of his stories.
You can also read FuckFace's green, he is the OG writer here.
Ace's story is GREAT.
Cameo, AusAnon and Omnee write some real good AiE stories.
There are no wrong choices here.
you can also read mine if you want...

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>>29216623
>professional-tier
Shucks.

>how you sat down and planned the story out
I don't think I do much planning.

For CRBA, I'd already made Stands for the Dazzlings on the off chance the topic came up on /dzg/, and I had a rough idea for a three-pronged story about different timelines where Anon helps each of them combat other forces around Canterlot. My roomie wants me to add that I ran him through all of these premises in painful detail. After I made a bunch of random Stands, the one I'd given Care really stood, and I decided to tell a story in the same setting from an outsider pov. A pretty nice ending jumped out at me as soon as I finished the first chapter, and the more I write, the more defined the path.

For Coco's story, I thought the idea of her being a Jotaro figure would be funny and fit the name, but it'd take too long to write her gradually becoming tougher, so I came up with a situation where she'd get completely self-motivated and stay that way. JoJo logic predicts that she's in the party-gathering stage of her adventure, but I don't really know where it's going.

>Stands
I make them as I go, mostly. I have a handful of important ones I'm not revealing outright, but the majority are just ones I've posted in this thread at some point and recorded in my Stand Ideas paste. Sometimes I'll ignore the idea list to make up a more suitable one, or the same character will have vastly different Stands in each story.

>prose to greentexting
My greentext is mostly just prose in short bursts, where the compound sentences and thoughts are untangled and laid out one impression at a time. It makes it easier to pad out stories by including more sensory description, especially because it makes it difficult to write a tl;dr textwall on accident. I think my style can get a little stiff sometimes, compared to things like Fuckface's green, or to GOAT material like JeffMango, Sperglight and Make a Mistake With Me, but I'm glad people like it.

>>29217992

>saying my writing is better than yours in any way

Ditherer, pls

>>29217022
>>29217113
No but seriously, read StarAnon's stuff. It's GOAT

>>29218370
You write the 4channer aspects of Anonymous really naturally; a lot of times I'll write characters and feel like they're all talking in one voice. And I think you're better at writing comedy than me.

Speaking of...

>>29186173
>Be Anon, rookie dimensional traveler!
>Secretly still a thirsty bastard.
>Twi built a portal, and now you're testing it.
>She proved multiverse theory just to construct this thing.
>And you're here for research materials, she said.
>By which she means there's a design flaw.
>It won't stay open forever.
>And you won't make it back through unless you're carrying a powerful souvenir.
>Something about aura thresholds and thaumic resonance, whatever.
>She told you what your target was.
>You don't know why she wants something like that so badly, but...
>You trust her.
>Or at least, you would if you didn't have to climb into a cave after it.
>The whole thing's mostly one chamber, a huge hole, but on the far wall, there it is.
>You keep ｢Fire in the Church｣ nearby.
>Treading, churchmouse style, to what a pleb would call a coincidental outcropping.
>You're in no mood for any Indiana Jones bullshit.
>You curl your fingers under the mask.
>Fuck, dude, stop sweating.
>Grab it...
>KEEP IT TOGETHER MAN.
>Lift!
>It comes off the wall easy.
>Alright, back to the entry-
>"Who goes there?"
>Aw fug.
>You spin around, and...
>Come ON, universe!
>Of all the people who could see you holding this thing...
>Jonathan Joestar enters the cave.

ALL STAR BATTLE: ｢Jonathan Joestar vs. Anonymous!｣

>>29219223
OPEN THE GAME!

"Uh, I was just, um. Uh..."
>He's bulk as fuck.
>Like, more than you were expecting.
>This is another universe, you guess it's one where he didn't die.
>And... kept training...
>Fuck.
>"If you comprehend what you've taken, I'd suggest you put it back and take your leave."
>You imagine yourself trying to explain dimensional travel to a 19th-century nobleman.
>You imagine having your head beaten in by Hamon.
"I-I, I just, really need this mask for a little bit. I'll bring it back."
>"I see."
>He sighs.
>"I laid this mask out as a flytrap for future enemies, but I prayed no one would be fool enough to fall into it."
>Shit, he can just take the mask from you, can't he?
>You don't want to risk it.
>Man's got gains up the ass.
>Fuck, think! Be serious!
>"I can promise you, friend, you won't leave this place still holding that."
>He's walking toward you.
>Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck how are you going to get past him?
>｢Fire in the Church｣ tenses in the air next to you.
>Oh.
>Right.

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>>29219230
>You point with your free hand.
"F-｢Fire in the Church｣!"
>Your Stand flies forward and throws a punch at his abdomen.
>"REE!"
>He doesn't even block! Because he can't see it, but whatever!
>It's a perfect hit!
>Jonathan grunts a little.
>Your blood runs cold.
>"REE REE REE REE!"
>Four strikes, one after another.
>He looks slightly uncomfortable.
>Okay, Anon, just keep it up.
>He breathes deep, and his fists glow.
>While ｢Fire in the Church｣ batters him, he raises one fist back.
>You're still too far back for him to hit you, so-
>Wait.
>"Zoom Punch!"
>Fuck! It's been too long since you rewatched Part 1!
>His fist flies through the air, growing as it reaches out for you.
>No.
>For the mask!
>His arm passes through ｢Fire in the Church｣, and the force knocks you sideways.
>Praise the JoJo gods!
>You fall with the hit, and tumble along the floor.
>It's rough, and digs into your legs when you roll.
>You're bleeding a little now.

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>>29219299
>Jonathan's arm snaps back, and then he rushes toward you.
>He looks like he could bench five of you.
>Come on, Anon, keep up!
>You scramble to your feet and bolt to the side.
>Or try.
>He comes up on you like you shot his dog.
>The strike is faster this time, striking you in the shoulder this time.
>It... doesn't hurt.
>No, it makes you feel a little more alive.
>And then your shoulder starts jerking without you moving it.
>Jonathan steps back to observe as the twitches run down your arm.
>Golden sparks flow in spasms into your hand.
>The hand holding the mask!
>You try to drop it, but you can't.
"｢Fire in the Church｣!"
>Your Stand wrenches the mask from your fingers.
>It holds the artifact away from the light erupting from your fingertips.
>You stare.
>You forgot Hamon could do that.
>Jonathan's staring at the mask.
>To him, it's floating in mid-air.
>He hesitates, and reaches out for it.
>You take the opportunity.

>>29219366
>｢Fire in the Church｣ throws the mask into the air and swoops for Jonathan.
>"REE REE REE REE REE REE REE REE REE!"
>Dozens of punches land, all to the throat.
>You dive and grab the mask while he starts to have trouble breathing.
>Eventually he leaves your range, and your Stand withdraws.
>You're in front of him, with your back to the entrance.
>He coughs a little, then a lot.
>He doubles over.
>Yes! You can get away now!
>Except.
>He's...
>He's gonna be okay, right?
>He keeps on coughing.
>Oh god.
>You're going to be the fucker who killed Jonathan Joestar.
>Again.
>Fuck, no, n̷o̕, you h̵a̶v҉e͢ to f̶̢i͘x ҉̶t̵̴̀h̀͟i͟͏s̛.
>You H̷̨͘͡҉A̶V̶̧́͘͠E̸͜͝͡ ̨̨̀͡͞T͏҉͢O̡͡͝͞ ̸̴F̴͠I̴̛͘̕͝X̶̸̶͜ ̸͜͢͡T͠҉H̸̶I͏̡̨̧͟S̨͘͘͢
>You look from your hands to your Stand.
>Don't sweat, think!
>How would you even reverse-
>He punches himself in the chest, and his head snaps up.
>He looks like he's suffocating!
>But his body glows!
>He's restoring his Hamon by forcing different breathing!
>Phew. Thank the JoJo gods.
>...
>Fuck!

>>29219511
>You bolt for the exit.
>"Silver Metal Overdrive!"
>You don't turn to look, but you clutch the mask to your chest in case he's targeting it.
>You don't hear or see any bursts of energy.
>Did it fail?
>That one works on... on... metal!
>Yeah, like the sword!
>Which means you're safe!
>There's no metal in this place, it's a cave!
>Even if he succeeded, you're ten feet away from the edge!
>Suddenly the ground shakes.
>It cracks under your feet, and you step back before it explodes.
>All around you, little craters are forming.
>You can see the glow through the gaping cracks in the rock.
>Hamon...
>On veins of ore in the ground, apparently.
>The glow stretches, spiderwebs up the walls, and bits of the ceiling collapse.
>You can make it!
>Shit falls all around you as the cave rustles and readjusts itself.
>You jump--

>>29219523
>Your vision goes black for a moment.
>First off, you're not outside.
>Second, you're still holding the mask.
>Your forehead's resting against a stone.
>Several more fall around it, casting long shadows.
>The chunk is maybe ten feet tall.
>You can see your hand under it, but you can't feel it.
>You can't tell if the extra dark patch is blood or not.
>No. No, it is.
>You're pretty much fuc̀k҉e͠d.
>You reposition yourself so you're not facing the rock.
>Jonathan pulls his hands out of a solid foot of earth and dusts them off.
>You could try to mess with his breathing again.
>No, the same trick n̸evèr wo̸r͠ḱs twice on a JoJo.
>Then you can at least distract him for long enough to, to, c̸̼u͙̬̭̲͙͓͖͝t ͕̲̟̦̼͡o͔f̮̘͠f̷̗̯̬̘ ̧̻͓̗̜̟͈yo͎̯͈̱̱͘uͅr̵͇̬̩ͅ ̥̮̱͈͓̣̪hą̼͇̲̣̝̺̫n̛̝͈͉͕͈̼͉d͈̘̞̣̬--
>No.
>There's something you haven't tried yet, after all.

Accidentally my trip, been backandforthing from the waifu claim thread.

>>29219631
>Jonathan strides over to you, tense.
>There's some sympathy in his eyes.
>"As you have probably noticed, I'm a proficient user of Hamon. I take it you have some skill of your own I don't know of. If you hand over the mask so I can destroy it, I'll be happy to ease your wound."
>You're still in shock, holding off the pain.
>The pain belongs in Twilight's side of reality.
>She'll know what to do, make you a kickass robot hand or something.
>She might n̡e͡vęr see you again.
>You could be stranded here to die w҉ḩile҉ F̷̨̘̥͚̦͓̦̰̘͙͔̬̝͈̻͍͖̀ĺ̴̢̛͔͓͉̙̣͓͈̱̙̯͖̳̕a̙̗̺̻͈͎̺̝̮͚͇̹͕̦̣͟͝ͅs̷̸̸̨̛͔̰̲̠͙h̨̤͈̤̖̯̳͍̳͉͓͍̖̼͇̫̙̖̮͜͞ move͢s in ǫn҉ her̵.
>You cling to that feeling.
>Jonathan looks at you, concerned.
>He opens his mouth to say something, but it's t͠ơ͢o ̛l̴̡͢a͘͞҉t̨͜͝ȩ͜.
"｢FIRE IN THE CHURCH｣!"
>Your Stand appears, and he takes a half-step back on instinct.
>But it doesn't attack him.
>"REE REE REE REE REE REE REE REEEEEEE!"
>It lands thirty solid hits on you.
>There's nothing, and then a wave of dizziness and anger.
>You feel like you're d̸̀͜͝y̶̢i̷͢͡n҉̢g̴̨͢͝.
>Being ça̶̡̛͠r̴̕͞r̷҉i̵͜è͟͝҉d҉̴͝ ̢͠a͜ẁ̵́͞͏a͝͠͝y̷.
>You look at Jonathan.
"Ch̀ȩ͘c̸͜k͝maţ҉e̢.̨ ｢WHO I AM｣!"

>>29219800
>Jonathan's bubble isn't rock solid like you were expecting.
>There's a little bit of leeway there, enough gentleness.
>You broadcast your thoughts into his head.
>He clutches his head.
>For a few moments, you can think clearly.
>You need to get out from under this rock, and it's going to hurt.
>But you've got a JoJo to share the burden.
>You feel bad about doing this to him, and it only increases your effectiveness.
>You turn to the side and puke a little.
>Okay.
>Is there a rock or something, or are you going to have to do with your Stand?
>No, the only rock big enough is causing the problem.
>｢Fire in the Church｣ raises its hand to chop you at the wrist.
>You look away.
>Y̨̡͞͠o̴̕͟͝u͢҉ ̷͝c̸͘͜a̶̕͢ǹ̸͢'̢t̵͏͏҉ ̡́͡͠d́o̸̕ ̸̷̨i̴̛̛t̶̡̢͢͞,̶͘͏̛ ̸ć͘̕͡҉á͘͝ń̸ ͘͢y̷̡͘͏o̶҉̸̡͢u̢̢̕?͟͏
>You shut your eyes.
>H̷̴̶͟͜o̸͢͢͞w̵̡̢҉͠ ̴̸̷a̧̡ŕ̴͢è̸̶͞ ̶̧́͘͟y̵̴̨̛ǫ̴̕u̵̶͜͜ ̡̀͢͡ģ̡̀̕͞ơ̷̛͜͜i̡͞͞ń̶̢͜͢g̴̡ ̵̵̕͠t̡́͢͠o̴̡͡ ̴̕҉̸p̸̨͠ŕ̴̛́͜o̶̡͟͞t͟҉e̴̢c̸̵̷͘t̵҉̀ ̷̵̛h̵̵̀͏é̢r̵?̷̨̀͘͢
>But nothing happens.
>You can't do it.
>Even though s̵̢̡͠h̸̨̢͘͞e҉͠'̷s͘͟҉͢͝ ̶̴̧́d̡҉̡́ȩ̴ṕ̵̡e̡̧̕͢n҉̷d́i̷̡͜n͏͡͝g̀͢͢ ̨͡ó̷̢n҉̶̧̀͡ ̛̀͞y̵͡o͏͏҉ù͘͢.
>"I see, now."
>What?
>Jonathan's picking himself up!
>And, and what's that on his hand?
>It's... purple.

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>>29219898
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmyfsHydQ00
>"So you've initiated me into your own art. Or should I consider it a curse? I can feel the Hamon channeling through my veins, now. It feels almost like... an opposite to vampirism."
>You're seriously boned.
>He raises his hand, pointing it at you like it just might explode.
>"｢Phantom Living｣!"
>The purple vines extend out in a bundle and fly apart, reaching for the mask.
>｢Fire in the Church｣ crosses its forearms and blocks.
>They wrap around it, constricting, and more come through.
>You turn and cover the mask with your body, clutching it with your good hand.
>You try to reach Jonathan's bubble again, but you can't.
>Is this how you die?
>Curled up against a rock in the fetal position?
>Killed by a man whose Stand you awakened on accident?
>Wouldn't that be fitting.
>The vines wrap around your legs.
>You strain, but ｢Fire in the Church｣ is held tight.
>Blood soaks into your shirt.
>Blood...
>As the vines come closer and closer, you realize there's only one way.
>With bloody, trembling fingers, you slide the mask onto your face.

>>29219945
>"No!"
>The vines flip you over, but it's too late.
>It's so, so bright.
>It goes on forever.
>And then it falls off, and you're holding it again in your good hand but it's not your good hand it's your BETTER hand.
>You tug, and your bones do what you tell them to do, and your hand comes free.
>You're back in business!
>Except for the vines.
>Jonathan's staring at you now in revulsion.
>You have a hard time looking back at him.
>It's like your dad's disappointed in you.
>But he doesn't say anything.
>Words don't matter any longer. Freedom's what matters.
>You'll sort this all out later, with Twi there to help.
>Whatever she wanted must have involved vampires, so she'll have some plan!
>You gulp.
>Recovering, Jonathan inhales deeply.
>"Purple Phantom OVERDRIVE!"
>Hamon goes racing up ｢Phantom Living｣.
>You've barely got a handle on what's inside this body.
>But there's a shitload of estrogen you just built up.
>With a slight effort, you shoot it out of the pores in your face.

>>29220088
>The spray catches him in the eyes, and he flinches involuntarily.
>That moment of weakness is all you need.
>｢Fire in the Church｣ breaks free, and this time you feel some weight to its movements.
>"REE REE WRYYYYYYYYY!"
>It smashes bits of the purple Stand, which retracts at the strikes.
>It loosens enough that you can sidestep it.
>You singe your foot on the light outside of your little shadow, and remember that the sun exists.
>It's still daytime out there.
>You're still in trouble.
>Jonathan attacks again, and you keep beating back the vines.
>｢Fire in the Church｣ draws closer and closer as it throws more and more punches.
>Two minutes ago, this would've exhausted you.
>But you notice the vines aren't aiming for you.
>They zoom over your head and onto the rock you've been hiding in the shade of.
>And then, with their combined strength, they shove it backwards.

>>29220199
>You move with them when they push, jumping for the dark side of the rock.
>He's running after you as you do.
>One vine grabs onto your ankle, and you dislocate your joint to weasel out of it.
>Another grabs tighter, and tugs it into the sunlight.
>It burns and disintegrates, but the vine loses its grip.
>Jonathan's standing at the mouth now, charging another Overdrive.
>If that hits you, you're probably dead.
>Double-dead?
>You try to do the Space Ripper Stingy Eyes.
>It fails, and you feel a pinching behind your retinas.
>The Rock Express is approaching the end of its tour.
>｢Fire in the Church｣ appears and grabs hold, throwing it back in the other direction.
>"REE!"
>The sunlight incinerates its back, and yours.
>Man, you thought sunburn was awful before.
>Just gotta keep airborne...
>"｢Phantom Living｣!"
>Jonathan sends up another volley of vines, glittering with Hamon.
>They weave away from you, impacting the stone.
>Burying themselves in it.
>Dragging it down out of the air.
>You tumble and crash on top of the mountain, falling out of the shadow.
>Jonathan's right behind you, pulling himself up by the vines.
>He's already used to them.
>The sunlight crashes into you, and you feel yourself flaking away.
>He walks up to you, and his vines grasp the mask, but don't take it.
>You're still dimly clutching it.
>"Whatever your reasons, you've led a merry chase today. But there is no escaping from here in your condition. The sun can take you, or..."
>He steps between it and you, casting a shadow on you.
>"I can cleanse you of the affliction you've chosen for yourself, and let you pass with honor. Which would you prefer?"
>You feel a tingling around your body, and you recognize it.
>That's it, then.

>>29220485
>You roll over to look him in the eye.
"Sorry for all of this. Really, I'm sorry. You were always one of the best JoJos."
>He looks puzzled.
>Laying in the same spot where you entered this universe, you get teleported out.
>The stone mask vanishes from under his Stand's feelers.
>And, with about half your limbs and body weight, you reappear.
>A dark, clunky computer lab janitor's closet.
>Twilight's back is to you as she goes over something on her desk.

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

｢Winner by special condition: Anonymous!｣

>"You're back! Excellent timing, I was just finishing a whitepaper. Did you get the mask?"
"Purplesmart... we have to talk."

>>29220492
Damn. I wonder if Twiggles could cure Anon's vampirism.

>>29220492
>>29220596
Also, that was a damn good fight! I liked how you added Johnathan's Stand into it! Nice job!

Bemb