Super Humans and Power Ponies! Issue #3

Shimmer is worst Person/pony

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>>29294558

>Actual last thread >>29223575.

>>29294577
You gone goofed

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>>29294719
At least I caught it on my own this time.

>>29294577
You got dubs so I guess Kek forgives you, so shall I.

>>29294751
you still goofed though

>>29294751
At least dubs let you fix it>>29294577

>>29294751
The tradition continues!

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>>29294550
in the catalog this just looks like a galactic anus.

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>>29296392
Those are some nice hips.

>>29296903
Damn right the are.

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Hail Hydra

Where is everybody?

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>>29296903
SciTwi as Iron Woman or has armor plated hips.

>>29296990
Not sure, after we had a no drama name change it just got quiet here. Or people have life stuff to do right now, we usually see everyone come by later.

>>29296990
Its like January so most of the people here are probably students, so this would be pretty close to testing week or something for a lot of them. Waiting on having some spandex clad superheroine can wait till after testing, so they can get a reward for doing the right thing...I am now imagining Spider-Woman going over to her #1 fans house(Anon) to congratulate him on passing his test.

>>29296994
But can you ride them? B-because that sounds nice.

>>29297007
That's my worry though--what if the name change was unnoticeable, and people think we just stopped?

Should we go, dare I say, back to fomrula?

>>29297053
Well I got a screencap of the time we had the name change, and it only, what 2 or 3 threads back? I could just post that if anyone forgot.

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If i can find you guys after being gone since i stopped writing my story cuz life n sheeet I'm sure other faggots can

>>29297115
What were you writing?

>>29297132
I was writing a story about an Anon who is based loosely off the marvel character Mimic, and he had a personal grudge against SpiderShim for saving the man who killed his father instead of his dad.

>>29297135
http://pastebin.com/7awBpgv8

The first act is done and is a self contained story if you'd like to read it. I dont think it deserves to be on the list since im not very active anymore.

But id like to be active here again

>>29297140
DOOO IT MUH NIGGA! We could always use more.

>>29297037
>I am now imagining Spider-Woman going over to her #1 fans house(Anon) to congratulate him on passing his test.

Fuck. I hate inspiration.

>>29297165
I don't. Especially when I know a fellow hips fanatic is around. Did you answer the question of life correctly?

>>29297037
>>29297165
>“Hey.”
>You look at your open bedroom window, a voluptuous figure in red and blue tights and fiery hair sitting on the windowsill.
>You sit at your desk, putting down your pencil atop your pages of paper.
“Oh. Hey.”
>“S’up. Mind if I come in?”
>You shrug.
“Sure. Mi casa, su casa.”
>With that, she enters your bedroom, then plops herself on your bed tiredly.
“Sorry I haven’t been visiting you lately. I’ve been busy doing some ‘studying’ of myself. You know, like, totally lame super-hero stuff.”
>You laugh a little.
“‘Totally lame super-hero stuff’ huh?” you repeat back to her. “How is that a thing? Lame super-hero stuff?”
>She shrugs.
“You’d be surprised. It’s a chore. Gets to be really taxing. I mean, c’mon, you don’t think this suit sewed itself, did you?”
>Eh, good point.
>You nod, relenting to her argument.
>“How’d it go?”
“The test? It was alright. Rough, but alright.”
>“You get any good grades?”
“Nothin’ but A’s for days.”
>“Oooh. Impressive. So whatcha gonna do now, Mister A-plus Anon?”
“Teach you better quips.”
>“Please. I’m a quip goddess.”
>It's then that she notices you, scribbling feverishly on your papers once again.
>“You’re not seriously doing more homework, are you?”
>You shakes your head ‘no’.
“It’s a song I’m writing. Friend of mine and her friends’ band write their own, and, uh, I wanted to write one about…someone special.”
>“…You like her?”
>You gulp.
“Yeah. A lot.”
>An uncertain tension lingers in the room.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to make this weird. This weird? This feels weird.”
>“No, no! It’s fine. Do you, ya know, need to talk about it?”
>You’re about to decline, wanting to transition from this topic…
>But you hesitate.
>Maybe talking to your dear webhead about “her” would be very helpful.
>…
“Well ya see, her name’s Sunset…”

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>>29297181
The question of life is what one makes of it, my friend. To find one's purpose is to form their own as an individual, I'll have you know.

>>29297215
I meant the eternal question of whether tits or ass is better, and why.

>>29297250
ass. why? because you are on /mlp/ everyone is an ass man here

>>29297250
My friends ask me this a lot since I'm a sex addict. They simply don't understand that I cannot choose between ass or tits.

A true male knows that while ass and breast are both desirable, the qualities to each are different for each and every woman. One ass may be thick as another, but has a different shape, feel, and end up lacking. Same with breast. I believe it's like comparing ear lobes. They're all the same thing, share the same traits, yet each stand out on their own. Except you don't fuck them.

But hips.

Whew.

Hips change everything.

Hips determine the frame and shape they may have. Sometimes they're just pleasant to hold on to.

Either way, I need help.

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>>29297215
I will just throw out the answer now because I have been waiting to use this pic forever.
>>29297257
Thank you
>>29297290
You are half right, let me enlighten you some more, but a hips man is still good.

>>29297295
This anime was... interesting.

>>29297392
It certainly was.

First time in these threads since the re-branding, so kudos whoever thought of that. Has anyone done a story with Tokusatsu spin on the topic?

>>29297498
I thought about doing it. I was super-tempted to make Anon a sorta Ultraman, but human sized.

I thought it'd be too weird for the story because it didn't fit.

>>29297498
Uh...a what?

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>>29297529
Welp. Guess I know what I'm doing tomorrow. I'm actually thinking about making a small book about a similar subject matter, so it's really gonna be practice for me to shake off this writing funk I've been in for the past year.

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>>29297546
Oh, well, while I have no idea what your doing, I have a vague idea what that pic is from, does the pic related also have anything to do with that?

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>>29297591
Nope! Or it might, I'm not too versed with Hesei-era shows. If you aren't in the know, "tokusatsu media" is basically Japanese live-action special effect shows. It's an umbrella term that covers everything from monster films like Godzilla to super hero series like Kamen Rider. The latter is what I'll primarily focused on. If you've ever heard of Power Rangers before, it's in the same genre like that, people transforming into super powered beings to defeat the forces of evil and all that.

>>29297641
You could have said Power Ranger stuff and I would have got it. looking forward to it anyways.

>>29297667
Oh, sorry! It might not be just exclusively Power Rangers though. More like a mix mash of different things in the genre. Any story recommendations by the way?

>>29297682
As in story recommendations from here? Trepp and Untitled have a lot of stuff.

>>29297706
Any of them stick out to you the most?

>>29297730
Trepps would be my favorite, but most of the stories are pretty good, and have a lot to read too.

>>29294550
Is Cap deaded?

>>29298254
Nah, just waiting, some shitposters have been going on a which hunt lately and I don't want to bring it down here. I hate to pull a Beans, but the Trepp intro oneshot will be done soon.

>>29297053
Nah fuck that. We've opened the thread to more content and if people can't find the thread because of a simple name change they wouldn't have been contributing that much to it anyway.

>>29297392
It was such a laugh.

Guys... Do you think they can do justice to Lovecraft?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVLTI-_KYPg

>>29298606
I didn't know they were doing a game, who is making it?

Hello.

>>29298644
Hi Fappy, nice dubs.

>>29298620
I don't know. I just saw it too.

>>29298699
We haven't had much bad luck with Lovecraftien so it could be okay. We will just have to see more trailers for it.

>>29297115
>>29297135
>>29297140
Hey Rabble!

>>29298780
Hi

>>29298644
so... you just gonna namefag around out parts?

>>29299296
Hey, a ghost.

>>29299709
Boo.
How have you guys been? I need to catch up on everyone's greens.

>>29299814
How do you like zombies?
Cause I can give you zombies

>>29299133
Expanding dong

>>29299814
Well we got a few new writefags, Mamoaru is still silent, i started an elder god Anon green with Yandere superhero Sunset and sone of us are part of a purate crew

>>29299832
You have zombies? 2spooky. Zombies are like skeletons with meat.

>>29299864
New writefags are always good. I'll have to get to work on those stories too...

I never would have expected homework from a thread.

>>29299899
>You have zombies?
not yet

>>29299899
>99899
Check'd

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>>29300364
Hail apple butt

>>29297196
>“Well ya see, her name’s Sunset…”
Well, fuck.

You fucked some > but otherwise, yes.

>>29297290
No, brother Bean(i)s. You are poisoned with hips, cure yourself with hips.

Fight fire with fire. And fap.


SPOON!

>>29300348
>>29300362
>>29300364
WHOA

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>>29300362
>>29300364
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASbNdixIxs4

>>29294550
Continuing from the last Infamous Anon post

>It's the end of a decently calm day for you, so you must be Anon.
>Right now you’re making way to the one place that could help you with a little problem.
>This problem was the shard you found with a couple of Shadowbolts last night.
>After your explanation of your powers to your sisters, you couldn’t sleep as your mind kept on wandering to the shard as many questions went through your head.
>Who were those people?
>Why were they loading up shards into vans?
>Where did these shards come from?
>Those were some of the things going through your mind.
>You just walked out of your school while waving to a few of your classmates.
>After about twenty minutes of walking and one quick snack stop, you finally reached your destination.
>The library.
>You figured there could be something in there that could help answer some of your questions.
“Well, i better go check out what they got.”
> “Check out what?”
>You would have jumped if you weren’t use to this by now.
>Turning around, you see Lemon with her friends Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet in their Crystal Prep uniforms.
“Hey Lemon, what’s up?”
> “Saw you walking and wanted to say hi.”
“And your friends?”
>Lemon scratches the back of her head while laughing nervously.
> “Well, we have an assignment due soon and came to the library to finish it.”
>Sugarcoat rolls her eyes as Sour gives her green haired friend a polite smile.
> “Try waiting till the last minute.”
> “Now Sugar, we shouldn't be to hard on her. But when she fucks up royally is a different story.”
>Lemon began to sweat as her friends glared at the back of her head.
“Well don't let me stop you.”
>You started to walk up the steps that led to the library when someone grabbed your hand.
> “You never told us why you were here dude.”
>Her friends look at you with mild interest.
“No reason.”

>>29300877
>Their eyes narrow at that.
>Maybe you said it a bit too fast as Sugarcoat gave you a dry look.
> “Is it about that thing we found last night?”
“......Yes.”
>You figured it wasn’t worth stalling any longer.
>Lemon jumps at that as Sugarcoat and Sour hold her shoulders to stop her bouncing.
> “REALLY?”
>Your clamp a hand over her mouth to stop her yelling.
“Be quiet. I don’t want anyone to hear us.”
>Sour and Sugarcoat look at you like you’re crazy.
> “Who would know what we’re talking about? We haven’t said what the thing was.”
> “You should really think about your actions, Anon.”
>You see them glance to their left as a few people point at you.
“Oh, right.”
>You remove your hand from Lemon who looked a little annoyed.
> “Not cool, dude.”
“I’m sorry…... but you’re right. I’m trying to look for anything on what we found.”
> “Cool. Maybe we can help.”
>Her friends just shake their heads in disappointment.
“You just don’t want to do your assignment, right?”
>The girl haired girl looks at you in what you tell was mock shock.
> “How could you say that? We're best buddies now and best buddies help each other out. It's in the rule book dude.”
>You joined her two friends by giving Lemon a dry look as she grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards the library.
“Hey, let go of me Lemon.”
> “No time. We’ve got to find out what that thing is and fast.”
>You tried to break her hold on your arm but it was impossible.
>The girl had a damn good grip.
>You saw Sugarcoat and Dour running up the stairs, catching up to you as you entered the library.

>You've been here for over an hour now and you honestly say that the time here was well spent.
>If you were being a tutor that is.
>While you were looking up anything on the D.U.P, you were also giving the three girls some help with homework or in Sugarcoat’s case, a crossword puzzle.

>>29300888
> “I'm looking for a five letter word that means a shelter serving as a place of safety or sanctuary.”
“Haven.”
> “... Thank you.”
>But between answering a few questions and pulling out anything this place had, you could honestly say that you found nothing.
>Nothing on Conduits, the D.U.P, your father or even Augustine herself.
> “Find anything?”
>Looking back at Lemon, you say, “ Not a damn thing.”
>You close the Internet browser as Sour gives you a polite smile.
> “It's okay. You'll find something sooner or later.”
“I know but this is frustrating.”
> “Then go find those assholes get your answers from them.”
“That's real tempting but i have to find them first.”
>Lemon grabs your shoulders and makes you look at her smiling face.
> “Don’t be so glum, dude. We'll help you if you ever need it.”
>You found yourself chuckling at her antics.
“Trust me i will.”
>You started to get up when you heard a familiar voice call your your name.
> “Anon, what’re you doing here?
>You turned around to see Sunset, Rarity and Twilight standing there as they stared at you.

>>29300897
Sorry but this is it for now

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>>29294550
>"You ready Anon?"
"Isn't this your friend's room?
>"Oh, Pinkie won't mind."

>>29297053
I don't the last time she did that she had some timber up her butt.

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>>29301212
Pinkie joins them and Twilight watches. For science

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>>29301226
Low blow, man. Low blow.

>9

>>29301494
She fell on Timber's Log Ride and got wet.

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>>29300373
Yes mam!

>>29300888
CHECKED!

>>29301390
U-unf.

>>29301212
>"Yeah Anon I won't mind! Just clean up after your done."

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bump

>>29300897
Oh shit...CATFIGHT!

>>29302634
Anyone else imagine she still has a horse pussy under those panties?

>>29302697
Not in the Library. Anon has to get them outside first

>>29300888
>>The girl haired girl

>>29303238
To be fair, girl is a color in that world.

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>>29302634
why did i stop visiting this thread again?....

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>>29303373
Don't know, why do you use a name? These are questions everyone wants to know, but the world may never know. Have some cougarlishous Sunbutt.

>>29303399
sorry

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>>29303433
Yup, have another pic.

>>29303467
I want to hold hands with tsundere Aria.

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>>29303996
We all do. I would bump that grump on her bed till she smiles...or ahegoes. Whichever comes first.

>>29303399
This would be so much better if it wasn't for the bimbo dimensions.

>>29304031
She would lay there all flushed, looking away from you while occasionally whimpering, trying to not make any sound

>>29304128
>tfw you will never cuddlefuck on her bed while tries to read her book. Going on an on until she gives up and starts to thrust back so you can both finish faster. Filling her up till she is satisfied, she will never let out a nervous moan as your healing factor keeps you going after she finishes twitching.

-20°centigrade/-4°trumpgrade at high humidity
I fashioned a hijab from my scarf
snot was freezing in my nostrils.

>>29304122
only kids or people who were stopped in ther mental development like oversized breasts.
at the very least draw the line at the size of her head
have you ever seen a real woman with macromamalia? it's disgusting, (and really painful on your back)
Remember, people, you only need a handful

>>29304140
>Anon with healing factor
that's my turf, buddy

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>>29304384
This guy says otherwise, and to pass the grenades.

>>29303238
I really need to check my shit

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>>29292258
>The odor of death and disinfectant blows against you as you pass the threshold.
>Holy.. fuck, that's bad.
>You see two people, colors clearly make them Twilight, and someone in a lab suit.
>But your eyes look for the tube Starlight talk about.
>Some smell neutralizing thingy.
>“Spider-Woman, what an odd guest.”
>Just as your hand takes a hold of the salve you hear her voice.
>Twilight's... not Twilight...
>Her hair was much darker, she's sprouting wings.
>However, her eyes don't have that faint aura and atop her head was no mockery of a unicorn's horn like she had last time.
“Twilight...”
>You say her name slowly and calmly, you use the same caution as you approach her.
>The smell was not forgotten, but there are more important things at hand.
>“Nonono, I'm not Twilight,” she shakes her head, almost as if being amused, “this here's Twilight.”
>She takes a step aside to reveal her own corpse.
>And seeing that wipes your mind clear.
>It's unreal.
>“Why don't you come closer?”
>You hear /Twilight/ speak, and obey without thinking.
>Your feet simply carry you towards the body.
>It was cut open, her organs were visible.
>Everything looks so neat and clean.
>“Check her cecum. She has had her vermiform appendix removed.”
>You don't register the words /she/ says properly, but they weren't meant for you anyway.

>>29306143
Not happening in Infamous

>>29306485
>The doctor, whoever he was seems to nod and goes to move through the bodies guts quickly and shows of the part, and confirms “the appendix has indeed been removed.”
>“Further proof that on this here table lies Twilight Sparkle,” /she/ turns to you, “Spider-Woman...”
>You can only guess she's deliberately not calling you by your name, so you remove your mask.
“My name is Sunset, you know that...” you hesitate, “Twilight.”
>“Nonono, I'm not. I'm just confirming her death.”
>Clones, that's the only option you can come up with.
>Spitfire must have cloned Twilight.
“No... You're Twilight Sparkle, and I'm your friend.”
>“Spider-Woman, you were my enemy the first time we've met, even before you donned this mask. You and her, you even gave me a name.”
>Midnight.
“No, you're my friend Twilight Sparkle, you hear me?”
>There's hesitance in her, before shouting “that's not the name you gave me!”
“You're my friend!”
>“I'm your arch nemesis!”
“You're my friend.”
>You say once more, but softer as you take her in an embrace.
>Her body quivers in the grasp.
“You're my friend, okay? We're gonna get through this- whatever this is.”
>Your spider-sense goes of, warning you to retreat from her, but you only hang onto her tighter.
>A wave of magic pushes onto you.
>“Say the name you gave me!”
>A maelstrom of magic whirls throughout the room with her in the center.
“Twilight Sparkle!”

>>29306491
>You don't let go and hold onto her, even when scalpels flew around and cut you up.
>“SAY MY NAME!”
“TWILIGHT SPARKLE!”
>And then there was silence.
>You need a few moments to realize you're on the floor on the opposed wall of the morgue.
>Nothing happens for a long time until you decide to stand up and walk over to the table where...
>You shake your head.
>Both the dead Twilight and Midnight were gone.
>And the doctor /she/ had made perform her autopsy lays dead on the floor, a scalpel had hit his throat.
>This was no accident either, the cut was long and precise, as opposed to the cuts on you.
>Which means she let you live...
>Which also means that she's a murderer now.
>Your best friend is dead, there's no shaking that.
>And the other being?
>She's still Twilight.
>You've seen her.
>She's been with you and Rarity when you cut your hair, you talked, she's Twilight.
>You can still save-
>...
>No, you are going back to Equestria.
>You are not going to be the one to help her, you're not even going to be in the same reality as her.
>You curse out loud and slam your fist onto the stainless steel table.
>Your spider-sense doesn't even go off.
>You are not in danger.
>Right now you appreciate the pain, as you continue to form the table until it was no longer cold but had heated up from the transforming process.

>>29306143
sauce?

>>29306493
>You're not crying this time around.
>There may be no more tears left which you could give.
>The act of destroying the table didn't make you feel anything.
>Your head seems to have shut down, simply to keep you sane.
>You clench a fist again as you walk out the morgue, discarding your new, but now broken, web-shooters.
>Both your hands must be broken, and you can not move your pinkies without pain, but they'll heal within the day, you've broken your hands before.
>The morgues door flies out of it's hinges as you deliver a kick to it.
“Starlight?!”
>She's still unconscious and you pick her up by her throat, which seems to rile her awake.
>Only gasping noises escape her as you slam her against the wall.
>You remain like that for a while before you drop her again.
>You are not a killer, and while she carries a chunk of the blame.
>The other one was...
“Spitfire.”
>“Wh-” Starlight struggles to breath, “what?”
>You take her hand and begin to move out, back to the entrance, dragging Starlight behind yourself.
“You – Starlight – You are going t take responsibility for your actions.”
>“That's not- that's not my fault.”
“BUT YOU WILL HELP FIX IT!”
>Without even looking back you know what expression she must have.
>“I-I...”
“Because if you don't, you'll meet not Twilight's but my alter ego demon form. And I'm pissed at you right now.”

>>29306501
http://pastebin.com/fYHRDTA3
updated

>>29306500
>>29306488
must you interrupt me? rude!

>>29306510
Sorry. I just say the pic and had to comment

>>29306542
after 7 hours of bumps, I post in 3 minutes and get interrupted twice. I'm amused, not mad

>>29306500
Cut pic I got out of /trash/, I would show the whole pic but cant for obvious reasons. Go check there.
>>29306488
I know, but a man can dream with three hot fish women living with him.

>>29306554
I hear you. Gonna be trying the post the next Infamous part toniggt if possible and hopefully get the girl haired girls to meet

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>>29306493

>>29306766
Unf, tfw you fuck Sunny ragged after a long night of fightan.

>>29306766
>>29307557
>You will never fuck till the sun comes up.

>>29307819
you only need to fuck until the sunset comes

>>29307845
>Implying she doesn't want to keep going.

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>>29294550
>"What do you think Anon?"

>>29308085
plumage should be your eye-shadow of choice, the one you have is too light

>>29308127
I think it fits her

>>29308085
Seatbelts everyone!
>"Please let this be a normal Field trip"
>"With the Shim?!"
No way!

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>>29308694
>When you're in the middle of Web-slinging and chill but she gives you this look.

Last time in Blue Beetle Anon (http://pastebin.com/zANAAGcy): Anon fought Aria Blaze and dozens of hypnotized ravers while Adagio Dazzle approached Sunset, threatening the life of Applejack's family to convince Sunset to help her break Sonata out of a Hydra base.


>You are Sunset Shimmer.
>Tonight you are going to help Adagio Dazzle, the leader of the Dazzlings and a thousand-year-old siren turned super-powered thug, break into a laboratory that may or may not belong to a supposedly defunct Nazi splinter group that made the fucking S.S. look like Buddhist monks.
>All while trying to keep this little excursion a secret from S.H.I.E.L.D.
>And Rainbow thinks keeping up with homework and soccer practice is hard
>You glance at your phone.
>9:57
>Pulling your costume on all the way, you send a text to Twilight.
‘u ready?’
>’*You, and yes, I’ll be at your apartment soon.’
‘nerd ;p’
>The light in your living room changes drastically as Twilight literally rips a hole in reality from her bedroom.
“That’s really cool, Twi.”
>Twilight blushes.
>”Thanks, so uh, when is, uh, when’s Anon gonna get here? Or are we supposed to meet him somewhere?”
“He should be here in the next few minutes.”

>After Anon arrived, the three of you discussed a backup plan, in case this really was a trap.
>With a backup plan in place, you take one last look at the wall.
>10:45
>Time to go.
>One reality-defying portal later, the three of you are standing in the middle of MIT.
>About 10 minutes from the “agreed” to meeting spot.
“Well, time to get to work.”

>>29308936
>When you reach Kendall Square, Adagio is waiting.
>”Huh, with the amount of time it took you to get here, I’d have thought that you’d have brought at least a Quinjet or two.”
>Before you can retort, Anon interrupts.
>”Sorry lady, if you wanted the Avengers you should have gone to them.”
>Adagio rolls her eyes.
>”Regardless, I think it’s about time we went over how we’re going to get Sonata out of there.”
>Looking to the building that Adagio’s pointing at, you are once again struck with second thoughts.
>Twilight sums up your thoughts rather succinctly.
>”Polyp Genetics? I’m sorry but why would they be holding your sister? And why would they-”
>Adagio cuts her off.
>”If you are quite through we need to get moving, shift change for the guards only lasts around five minutes.”

>>29308942
>Not quite ten minutes later you find yourself crammed in an air duct in the sub-basement of Polyp Genetics between Anon and Twilight.
>Though you would prefer to leave the Hydra takedowns to Captain America, or any of the Avengers really, you can’t help but feel a small rush of excitement.
>Still you know that you should not be doing this with a possible enemy, two heroes with very little training, and absolutely no backup.
>Well, not like you can turn back now.
>You are broken from your thoughts by your face becoming better acquainted with Anon’s rear then you would have liked, followed by Adagio whispering just loud enough for the three of you to hear.
>”We’re here.”
>With that said she slowly removes an air grate and rather quietly drops into the room below.
>Next you lower Anon into the room by way of a web stuck to his back.
>You follow by crawling out onto the ceiling and down the nearest wall.
>Twilight levitates herself down into the room, silently magicking the grate back into place.
>With the four of you in what you now realize is a disused laboratory, you feel the need to ask Adagio a question that has been on your mind since you entered the air duct.
“So, Adagio, what’s the plan for getting us out of here alive?”
>Adagio turns to you with a smirk.
>”I think you’ll have something figured out by the time we need that.”
>You can almost hear Anon’s facepalm.
>”So we’re here, in the middle of one of Hydra’s bases, trying to break out a prisoner, without an escape plan?’
>He also mutters something under his breath but you aren’t quite close enough to hear it.
>And regardless, you have a mission to complete

>>29308949
>You peek out the nearest door, checking the hallway beyond.
>Almost as soon as you do, you pull your head back and, quietly as you can, close the door.
>Two guards are standing in the hallway, luckily neither are facing towards the door you just closed.
>You turn to the three other occupants of the room.
“Alright, we’ve got two guards outside, does anyone have something that could knock them out?”
>Adagio smirks, opening her mouth, but before she can say anything Twilight speaks up.
>”Well, I, uh, I’ve been practicing something I read in one of the Doctor’s book. It could work, but I haven’t quite been able to get it to work without it affecting me.”
>Once again Adagio tries to speak only to be cut off, this time by yourself.
“It’s better than nothing.”
>And with that Twilight creeps up to the door, eases it open, places her hands just on the other side, and mutters a spell before quickly shutting the door.
>A second later you hear the two guards slump to the ground.
“What the hell was that Twilight?”
>Twilight rubs the back of her head.
>”The Mists of Morpheus, they cause people to fall into a deep sleep. We shouldn’t have to worry, though, they only last as long as the spellcaster channels them.”
>Adagio finally manages to voice her thoughts, uninterrupted by the rest of you.
>”And how long will the guards be under for exactly?”
>You can almost taste the venom dripping from her voice.
>Twilight seems not to notice as she answers Adagio’s question as if she is a teacher asking for the answer to a math problem.
>”The Mists will keep them unconscious for two days unless someone uses the counterspell.”
>You sigh, feeling relief swell in your chest.
“Anon, Adagio, bring the guards inside and prop them against the wall.”
>Anon jumps to it, being used to you calling the shots.
>Adagio hesitates for a moment, then joins Anon in the hall.

>>29308959
>Another few minutes sees the four of you creeping through the underground complex.
>While the “Mists” were very effective, their wide range, and extreme potency, made them dangerous to use in such close quarters.
>Though you Anon and Adagio seemed able to incapacitate most of the guards easily enough.
>So now you find yourselves standing just outside a slightly less abandoned laboratory than the one you entered from.
>Inside the lab, two researchers are doing some form of analysis on what looks like it could be blood.
>And just on the other side of them is the reason you are here.
>Sonata Dusk, the youngest dazzling.
>Turning to the three other people in your party, you ask the only question on your mind right now.
“How are we going to get in there?”
>Adagio stands, walks over to the door, then walks into the room as if she weren’t just breaking back into the Hydra base that was her prison for some time.
>All you can do is stare as Adagio screeches at the scientists, throwing them into the holding cell sending a spiderweb of cracks through the glass.
>Another screech and the cell walls shatter, freeing the siren trapped inside.
>The moment the walls are down Anon grabs your shoulder, spinning you around.
>”Sunset, I think that person we fought six months ago is back.”
“What do you mean? Which one?”
>Before Anon can elaborate, you see a blue flash and hear an all to familiar voice.
[HOPE]

>>29308963
And done. So, any thoughts or concerns?

>>29308903
"Sunset why are you looking at me like that?"
>Anon doesn't know that Sunset's human hormones are acting up again.
>As we naturally born humans are used to this, however to Sunset it's a switch between being normal and being in heat.

>>29308963
Good/10.

>>29308963
If three mildly perturbed cats is "good"
and a unusually blue orange is "alright"
id rate this a surprised book/10

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>>29309076
Thanks! Anything in particular that stood out, either good or bad?

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Impressive

>>29309107
Personally it's so far so good.
And I am tired as fuck so I can't think of anything else.

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>>29309128
Well well well what do we have here?

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>>29309138

>>29309147
How are you doing m8?

>>29309155
I require trepp butt

>>29309178
He is ready for you.

>>29309178
OUR GOD DEMANDS A SACRIFICE!

>>29309198
>>29309201
Prepare his thwip hole

>>29309227
I know where this is going.

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>>29309178
>>29309198
>>29309201
>>29309227
>>29309795
>>29309807

>>29309958
A somewhat common thing. The regulars call Keaton the mascot/slut of the thread but Spider Bloke claimed me as his for some reason.

>>29309807
You've been quiet for a while. What happened?

>>29310257
>You've been quiet for a while. What happened?
he got chemically neutered, so you're save now

>>29310514
I can only hope

>>29306501
I feel like I missed a jump at some point.

>>29310955
did you read the one at the end of last thread?

>>29308936
>The light in your living room changes drastically as Twilight literally rips a hole in reality from her bedroom.
“That’s really cool, Twi.”
>Twilight blushes.
So no one learned a lesson from the last time she ripped holes in reality?

>>29311134
This time she's under the tutelage of the Sorcerer Supreme.

>>29310972
I did, but the perspective jumped so hard I cant tell what the last part was.

>>29311134
Standing, on the edge of a crater

>>29311266
Huh...
From where do where do you think it jumped?

I remember the part where Anon and Synergy was just getting settled into the Hydra base, then out of nowhere Sunset got from the camp to the hideout with Anon on the roof of some place, did you miss a post between that? Because that was so jarring I have no idea what you were doing.

>>29311819
>>29311768
Forgot to link after refreshing the post.

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>>29311768
Pony Starlight is talking to Sunset here >>29257590 And next post >>29278975 Anon is waking up in his room at college. But he was in his Hydra room with human Sunset the last time we saw him http://pastebin.com/pGJV6pUZ line 2056 to 2152

I really think we missed something.

I was going to tell you at the time but it was last, and I thought other anons would tell you so I went to bed.

I got something for you guys.It's not canon to my story.

>I sit on the snowy roof of a pharmacy, shivering under the thin spandex as night falls with flakes of snow.
>I hate the cold, really. I used to never get cold, even in the coldest conditions.
>My blood was always hot and boiling with life and fire that made me passionate on many things.
>Too many things.
>Things that I regret doing.
>Things that were wrong of me.
>I was hot--I was on /fire/.
>But scorching hot is different from warm and embracing.
>I wish I knew that back then.
>Would’ve made things a lot easier than they are now, that’s for sure.
>I sigh, the fog expelling from my masked mouth into the frosty air.
>Ever since I changed my ways, that life, that fire, had been dormant, it’s smoldering remains stagnant and forgotten.
>My blood was still, like I was once a rapid river of feelings now turned into a little tranquil stream of politeness.
>It’s one of the things I’m the guiltiest about.
>That as much as I’m glad I’m no longer the “old me”, I still miss that power, that thrill...and that rush.
>It kept me fiery; I took no nonsense, and things like “cold” were just a trifle.
>When I was mean, when I was ruthless--I was truly powerful.
>“And irresponsible,” says a little voice in my head.
>And it’s right. It’s always right.
>I was powerful, but that’s not an excuse to be irresponsible and as ruthless as I was, much unlike the woman I am now.
>I got to have responsibilities to balance out the things I’m capable of, but still...I’m freezing out here, and this little coat over my spandex just ain’t cuttin’ it.
>The sirens several blocks away go off, and I’m reminded that Christmas Eve doesn’t mean everyone goes to sleep, more specifically the “naughty” children.
>I sigh, standing up from the rooftop’s edge and shake my body out to increase my blood flow.
>Satisfied, I leap, shooting a line of web with a thwip.
>Time for work.

>>29312228
Later…

>I hop onto the police-car, my heart-beating fast thanks to the rush of web-slinging as my slightly warmed up body prepares itself for anything.
>My spider-sense helps me have a better understanding of my surroundings, knowing what’s where, what’s happening, and anything that could be hazardous.
>Thanks to this, I have a slightly better understanding of what’s going on here.
>The police car I’ve hopped on; its officers just let out a gasp from under the hood.
>The sidewalks are also empty tonight, and there's a car ahead of us going way too fast.
>Must be a getaway.
>I see it.
>Honda Accord, gray, barreling down the street like a runaway stagecoach.
>I thank the Moon of Equestria that it’s Christmas Eve tonight and that humans spend the night off at home, because if the roads were as busy as they usually are, an accident would surely have happened by now.
>Doesn’t mean one won’t, though.
>So, car’s going crazy fast, I’m clinging to this police car chasing it; so what do I do?
>I jump off of it, launching another line of web that I sling on.
>I should see what’s up with the grey Honda Accord.
>Spider-sense will warn me if something bad happens.
>I continue to sling over head, following after the car.
>I /could/ run after it, considering how fast I’m capable of sprinting, but this overhead view along with my spider-sense’s ability of helping me understand my surroundings adds a bonus amount of assistance, giving it more to observe and comprehend.
>With a few minutes, I know the surrounds even better than my old bedroom back in Celestia’s castle.
>Wait.
>Hold up.
>Spider-sense is going all weird on me--trying to inform me of something else.
>Huh.
>That’s strange.
>The speeding car isn’t taking any turns that are closest to it, nor any sporadic ones to throw off the police.
>No, no they’re waiting for the “correct” turn.

>>29312235
>They’re not trying to run away, they’re trying to go somewhere, but where?
>What for?
>I swing myself down a bit lower, about a mere twenty or so feet above the street itself.
>When I’m close enough, I hop onto their hood.
>They’re going fast.
>Wherever these folks are off to, they’re in one hell of a hurry.
>I need to see what the drivers are doing.
>I lean my head to the right side of the car, staring through the window of the passenger seat, knocking on the window with a little wave.
>To my surprise, I don’t see two armed dorks in ill-fitting ski mask…
>…I see two average people: the driver a male with jet black hair in a panicked frenzy, and in the passenger seat a…
>Oh.
>Oh come on…
>A woman--a pregnant woman--screams loudly, shrieking bloody murder as she clutches her stomach.
>She’s in labor.
>I the dread drop into the pit of my stomach.
>You have /got/ to be kidding me.
>I want to back out now; I’m not equipped to deal with this.
>If I were to mess up this situation, it wouldn’t just be bad, it’d be unforgivable.
>I don’t know what to do.
>Should I intervene?
>I don’t know!
?My body screams at me to run, jump, sprint away from this madness before it get any worse than it can be, but my conscious scolds me to stay and do what’s right, despite logic forbidding it.
>Oh jeez, oh jeez…
>What’s more responsible to do?
>…
>I knock on the passenger window again, and as the woman looks at me, she screams more.
>The man, I’m assuming he’s her husband, glances over, his eyes widening even more.
>Wasn’t expecting me of all things tonight, I bet.
>I urge him to put the window down, and dumbstruck and frightened, he does so obligingly.
>“S-spider-Woman? You’re real!?”
“Tell me what’s going on,” I say quickly. I have no time to quip.
>“TOOOMMMY, OH GOD, OH GOD IT’S KICKING! IT’S KICKING!!”
>‘Tommy’ looks at me.

>>29312247
>“Uh, w-we’re trying to go to the hospital. The baby’s not suppose to be ready yet, and the brakes are out! I don’t know what to do!”
>I look behind me, glancing at the following police car.
>Or cars!?
>Oh this is great!
>The police’s numbers are growing as apparently it’s gone from a small chase from one police vehicle after a runaway Honda up to a group of cops pursuing a car with it’s brakes broken with an early christmas present waiting to kick out from mommy’s vagina.
>Sheesh.
>I look back at Tommy and speak.
“I’d stop the car for you if I could, but there’s too many cars behind you now. I’m going to try and tell them what’s going on, alright? Maybe I can do something.”
>“But my wife’s about to--”
“I can get her to the hospital on time. How far is it by car?”
>“Fifteen minutes away, b-but you’re not fast enough to--”
“I am. Trust me. I’ll be right back, okay?”
>He nods nervously and I jump off the car with another line of web.
>I slow my swinging down so I can get behind the police cars, and when I see the leading one come nearest to me, I land on it gracefully.
>Again, I knock on the window.
>The driver gives an incredulous look at me and pulls it down.
>“What do you want wall-crawler?” he asks.
>Doesn’t seem to like a costumed character such as yourself on his hood.
“I don’t want anything--I just need help. Look, that driver’s brakes are broken, and his wife’s in premature labor. They’re trying to get to the hospital, but are freaking out.”
>“And why should I believe you? For all I know you’re in cahoots with one of ‘em,” he growls.
>“Uh, actually, Smit, she’s tellin’ the truth,” his partner says. He brings up his phone’s gps. “Look where we’ve been drivin’! All the turns they’ve made...they’re tryin’ to--”

>>29312259
“Get to the hospital, but can’t because their brakes are broken. See? Told ya. Now I can’t stop them with my web; the ice on the road is making their car skid all over, and by the time I’d stop, all your cars would crash into theirs. If we don’t do something it’s only a matter of time before more people get hurt and a baby gets a late abortion.”
>The driver frowns, reluctant to accept help from the likes of me.
>Despite this, however, he knows his options are low.
>“What do we do?”
“Get all your cars and wait at the end of this road. This street ends in 15 minutes. I’m going to get the mom out of the car and swing her to the hospital. I’ll be back in about five minutes to help stop the Accord before it crashes into you all. Then you get to ask your questions and all as momma gets to welcome junior to the world.”
>“Hnn…And if you mess up?”
“I won’t.”
>“You might.”
“Then I’ll turn myself in.”
>‘Smit’ nods, satisfied.
>He picks up his radio as I hop off the vehicle.
>I proceed lunging across the hoods of each police car till I leap to the Honda Accord once more, a plan set in my mind.
>Once again, I talk through the passenger seat’s window.
“Hey, so, uh, Tommy’s your name, right sir? Uh, we got a plan.”
>He sighs in relief.
>“Oh thank God…”
“That unfortunately doesn’t mean it’s over. You’re gonna have to keep driving straight down this street, okay? I’ll take your lovely gal pal here to the hospital for ya. The cops are gonna be at the end of this street by the time you get there, and I’ll be back in time to stop the car. Meanwhile your little wifey here’ll be delivering. Got it?”
“TOMMY, DON’T YOU DARE!” screams his wife.
>Her husband, however, seems to weigh his options.
>“Fuck…Yeah. Yeah, good as anything I guess.”
>“TOMMY! NO!”
“Good. Now I’m gonna open this here door and…”

>>29312263
>The wife screams loudly, flailing in hysteria as I pick her up carefully by her side.
>I give Tommy a look.
>He seemingly reads it through my mask.
“She’s gonna be fine. I promise. You both will.”
>“Do your stuff, Spidey.”
>I salute him, swinging on a line of web as the soon-to-be mother howls, the cold air blowing against both of us.
>Her squirming and flailing isn’t good, messing my direction and positioning up, not to mention her center of gravity is a tad different that what would be normal.
>She sends my swings into odd shapes, misdirecting me.
>It’s making the speed at which I go at dangerous.
>I have to slow down--hell, I could get us killed if I don’t slow down…but I can’t slow down.
>If I do, I risk everything.
>She needs to calm down before I get us both killed!
>I got to get us down.
>I search for a rooftop and thank Luna’s Moon--my Luna, of course--when I do, landing carefully and making sure the impact isn’t dangerous for my “passenger”.
>I’m hoping that by running across the snow-covered roofs of shorter buildings, then leap to another, I can still make a timely arrival.
>If only it were that simple.
>The wife’s panicked state is /still/ messing my whole balance up.
>I have to get her under control.
>I keep running and leaping, but now, I try to talk to her…try to relax her…
“Ma’am? Ma’am, what’s your name?”
>“OOOOOH! OOOH NO! AUGH! GOD! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”
“Well that’s a nice name…”
>“FUUUCK YOOOUU!!!”
“Um, I’m gonna need you to stop squirming Miss. Uh, if you do anymore, I might slip and, like, crack our…necks…open. You know. Yeah.”
>“WHAT?!”
“Er, just relax, please. We’re almost there. Just need you to hold still.”
>“I’M HAVING A FUCKING BABY YOU GODDAMNED CUNT!”
“Oy.”
>This is tough.
>I persist in my efforts.
“Um, okay, do you have a name? I saw your hubby, I heard his name “Tommy” but, uh, yours?”

>>29312271
>She tries to get a grip, and considering the fact that a little brat is having a freak-out inside of her uterus, I’m impressed she’s capable to do so.
>“S-sarah…” she says through gritted teeth with strange breaths. “M-my name’s Sarah…”
“Huh. Nice name. Well, ‘Sarah’, I, uh, need you to be careful, okay? We’re almost there, you can totally make it, alright?”
>“AUUGH! HURRY! PLEASE!”
>And we’re back to screaming again.
>Joy.
>As she screams, I continue running across the rooftops, appreciating her attempt at being still, but still fight to keep balance as I leap.
>She holds onto my arms in a tight grip, her nails digging through my costume and piercing my skin.
>I bite my chilled, blue lips as I try to ignore it.
>Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
>Almost there, just another minute, please!
>“WAIT! STOOOOOOP!”
>I skid to a halt on the roof, the hospital just three more leaps away and it’s gigantic tower staring down at us.
>I look at her, and I fear the worst is about to come.
>“I…”
>Please don’t say it.
>“I THINK IT’S--”
>Don’t you dare.
>“THE BABY’S COOOOOOMING!”
>Why me?
>I place her down quickly, hoping I don’t enter a blind panic, not really knowing that I already am in one.
“Uh, uuuuhh, what do I do? I don’t know what to do!”
>“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO!? YOU’VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE!?”
“Yes--I mean, no! I haven’t! I just--”
>“AAAAUUUUGH! SHIT SHIT SHIT IT’S COMING! OHMIGODOHMIGOD…”
>I shouldn’t have done this.
>I really, really, really shouldn’t have done this.
>I’m just a kid for the Sun’s sake, I can’t deliver a baby!
>I could just swing away and--NO.
>No, Sunset, you are NOT swinging away.
>You have to do this and you have to do it now.
“Um, okay, do you know your breathing exercises? Um, d-do those. Alright, I’ll try and do this.”
>“AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!”
>She goes into a mixed state of screams and huffs.

>>29312287
>With my cold, numb hands, I fumble my fingers as I help take her pants off.
>I feel so wrong for doing this as I spread her legs apart and rest them on my shoulder, her clothed back resting on the snowy ground of the roof giving an extra sting to what awful pain she’s experiencing.
“Alright, uh, push, okay!? I need you to push!”
>“UUUUNNGGHHH…”
>She huffs.
>“AAAUUUUUUGGGHHH…”
>She puffs.
>“OHMIGODOHMIGOOOOAAAAAAUUUUUUU---”
>And the only the head sticks out.
>It’s slimy.
>Nasty.
>Gross, even.
>Now…I have something to admit.
>I…well, I never knew what human birth looked like.
>I knew how sex itself worked, though, but I never felt the need to exactly witness or learn about birth here unless I were to, I dunno, get my freak on and have a happy little accident in my uterus.
>But have gotten my freak on?
>Well, with /him/, sure, but that’s not relevant at the moment.
>What is, is that I’m not sure of what the fuck to do.
>If I were a pony, and she were too, then yeah, I’d know exactly what to do since I went through the School for Gifted Unicorn’s emergency help-course.
>This is different though.
>A lot different.
>And here I am, delivering a human baby.
>It’s disgusting and horrifying at the same time, much like it is for a pony--but it’s weirder doing this with a human.
>In fact, whoever the fuck said this shit was beautiful must’ve been sick or something.
>Anyways, she screams more, I tell her to push more, and I’m scared.
>From what little I’ve heard about human birth. it’s not only one of the most painful experiences imaginable, but it can take, like, forever.
>Like, anywhere from nine hours to nine minutes.
>I barely have fifteen minutes before a possible father dies in an accident with several lined up police cars while I deliver what might be a late abortion.
>I thought I could do this, but I thought wrong.
>I sigh, and ask myself what to do.

>>29312290
>The answer I get is another question: “what’s most responsible?”
>I make up my mind.
“Sarah, I’m going to take you to the hospital.”
>“NO! NO DON’T YOU DARE!”
“SARAH, IT’S ONLY THREE ROOFS AWAY, IT’LL BE LESS THAN A MINUTE!”
>I scoop her up, not even giving her a chance to put her pants back on. I shoot a web at them, and bring them to me.
>Now with both mother, child, and pants, I make a dash for the hospital.
>One roof, leap.
>Another roof, leap.
>Third roof, and a leap against the side of the hospital building, and I leap to the ground, surviving the thirty foot drop thanks to my proportionate strength.
>The entrance of the building stares at me like the pearly gates, and I’m relieved to see a group of nurses run over.
>I lay Sarah down.
“Premature birth, can’t talk, gotta go!”
>I swing away praying that I haven’t killed the future of a happy family.

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>I swing back over to the street.
>The Honda Accord is still out of control, and while there are no pursuing vehicles chasing it, I can still see the end of the road in the distance, my spider-sense picking up that they’re holding a line of cars waiting, just as I’d told them to do.
>I swing down from my height of the roofs, slinging my way along the street.
>As my last rope of webbing starts to loosen upon the end of my swing, I time myself just right to land far in front of the charging vehicle.
>It’s black form grows as it accelerates towards me, and the smoking exhaust puffs out like fire.
>It’s a mad bull coming after me.
“Knew I should’ve made that left turn at Albuquerque,” I mumble to myself.
>My spider-sense gives me a good idea of how long I have to stop the car.
>It’s only increasing in speed, but it’s still gonna take a minute, probably a bit less, to hit me.
>With the police cars behind my back in a line instead of chasing behind the Accord, there are no cars able to smash into the back of the oncoming vehicle.

>>29312300
>Finally, I can end this.
>The first thing I do scan my surroundings.
>I know, I mention it often but it truly is necessary to know your environment so you can use it to your advantage, trust me.
>The buildings here are closed for the night, some street-lights are on, several planted more firmly on the ground than others, and the road is clear.
>With this information, I form my plan knowing I have plenty of space to work with.
>I spread my arms out, firing two, thick strands of gooey web that solidifies into what is essentially webbed-up concrete.
>The strand I fire to the right hits the street-light.
>It’s a new one--I can tell by the abnormal tightness of the bolts that plant it to the ground.
>The left strand hits the brick of a sturdy building, it’s brick mortar stronger than the structures around it, despite being decades old I assume.
>I’m not done yet, though.
>I have to make a fence--a wall--to capture the car without it tearing through my webbing.
>This is easy.
>After all, a pencil lead-thick strand of spider-silk can stop a Boeing 727 mid-flight without tearing.
>I, on the other hand, have much more webbing.
>The problem isn’t that my web could not stop it due to a lack of strength of the webbing itself...
>It’s finding the /safest/ way to stop it.
>I could have just yanked his car back with one large rope of web from the rear, but that’d probably tear off part of his car, and he’d be flung so hard, his seat-belt would tear as he flies out the window.
>This net is the smartest, safest, and most foolproof way I can be sure to save him.
>After a fifteen seconds, I’ve completed it and the car comes a-runnin’ at me.
>I see Tommy’s eyes as the car approaches.
>He sees the web--questions it’s strength and stability.
>I notice several police-men in their own cars twitch nervously.
>Then, it happens.
>The car hits the gigantic web, it’s tires still running but the car un-moving.

>>29312308
>It’s caught like a fly in a spider’s web.
>A collective sigh of relief seemingly permeates the winter air as Tommy steps out.
>He falls on his knees, exhausted. I help him up.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
>He ignores the question.
>“How’s Sarah?”
“I almost had to deliver on a roof, but, uh, I got her there. She’ll be okay.”
>His shoulders drop, and he hugs me.
>“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
>…
>“FREEZE! HANDS OFF THE MAN! SIR, STEP AWAY FROM HER RIGHT NOW!”
>I turn around and face the wall of police cars.
>Every officer holds up a gun, aiming at me.
>I’m livid.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
>It’s then a familiar officer steps out of his car door, drawing his gun.
>It’s ‘Smit’.
>“We’re taking you in.”
>You’re shocked--outraged!
“But I did it! WE did it! No one got hurt, we saved the day!”
>“And you’re still a criminal,” he states firmly. “We take criminals in.”
“B-but…I helped…”
>I feel my knees grow weak.
>I collapse on them.
“I h-helped…” I repeat, this time more quietly.
>My throat starts to shut as my eyes under my mask water.
>I did everything well tonight.
>Everything.
>And what was damaged?
>Nothing.
>Tonight I proved I was responsible.
>Nothing was destroyed.
>Ye here I am, getting arrested.
>Then, I notice something.
>I feel cold.
>Even colder than I have for the entirety of the night.
>That’s when I realize it.
>The flame inside me--that fire and passion I was talking about earlier?
>I thought it went away, but did it really?
>Did that passion really become snuffed the moment I became who I am now?
>A better person?
>I thought I grew colder on the inside because it was gone, but…maybe it never left.
>Maybe it just changed?
>Yeah, that’s it.
>I changed my passion.
>I was awful, evil, and bitter.
>But now?
>I save the fucking day.
>Tommy places a hand on my shoulder.

>>29312322
>“Hey, it’s okay,” he says comfortingly.
>Officer Smit sneers.
>“Not in court, it ain’t.”
>“Oh shut the fuck up! The hell’s wrong with you! She practically did your job and MORE. My baby could’ve just been born in a car accident, and you fucks were chasing me down! The fuck is up with that!? And now? Now you’re just gonna arrest her!?” Tommy shouts angrily.
>“She’s a vigilante. She’s a criminal.”
>“A CRIMINAL!? ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!?”
>He shakes his head.
>“DO YOU SEE ANY DAMAGE!? IS ANYONE HURT!? NO! SO LEAVE. HER. BE.”
>“Look, we can’t just--”
>“IT’S CHRISTMAS FOR FUCK’S SAKE, GIVE HER A FUCKING BREAK!” barks Tommy.
>He sighs, turning towards me.
>Then, he gets out his wallet.
>“Look, I don’t care what they say, but you’ve saved my wife, my kid…and you saved my future tonight. Hell, you even saved my car from crashing. Take this. Spend some time with a friend. Something.”
>In his hand reaching towards me is a one hundred dollar bill.
>I look at it.
>I deserve it.
>I should snatch that money up like it’s the last water I’ll ever have…
>But I don’t.
“N-no. I can’t.”
>I sniffle, shaking my head to decline his largesse offer.
“Merry Christmas, Tommy,” I say hoarsely. “You and Sarah have a good life.”
>Next thing I know, I’m swinging away…
>I’m swinging home…

>>29312328
EPILOGUE

>I knock on the second story window of the suburban house, peeking through the blinds into the lit room.
>I see Anon in there notice my knocking, and he approaches me, opening up the window to allow an entrance.
“Hey.”
>“You sound tired.”
“…I should. I almost delivered a…nevermind.”
>“No, you can tell me. I wanna hear.”
“Okay… I’ll tell ya in the morning.”
>I try to walk, but exhaustion fights me from doing so properly.
“Hey, you think you can--”
>“I gotcha,” he says with a warm smile.
>He picks me up bridal style.
>I chuckle wearily.
“You know, holding me by the shoulder as I walk slowly would’ve done fine enough.”
>“I know, and I’d do that normally…but uh, I got something for you.”
“Oh?” I question curiously.
>He cautiously seats me down atop our bed.
“Lemme guess, a ‘tactical whoopie cushion again?”
>“Don’t act like you didn’t love the tactical whoopie cushion,” Anon says. “And Sunset? I, ah, gotta ask ya something,” he asks nervously.
>What’s he doing?
“Yeah? What’s up? You okay?”
>“Yeah, i-it’s just…” he sinks down onto one knee, slowly reaches for his back pocket, and finally, kneeling on the bedside, he smiles the biggest, goofiest smile with his cheeks a rosy red.
>He retrieves a small box and…
“Oh my gosh.”
>“Sunset Shimmer…”
“Oh my gosh…”
>“…Will you marry me?”
>Right as Anon opens the box to reveal a stunning diamond ring inside, my heart beats faster than it’s ever beat in it’s life.
>That warm fiery passion returns like a full-fledged flame, and…I sob.
>I sob more than I’ve sobbed before.
>And finally, for the first time in all of tonight, I take my mask off, crying with a gigantic smile across my jaded face.
>My chest tightens as I sob, tears running freely down my cheeks, dripping off my chin and into the lap of my costumed legs.

>>29312345
>Everything tonight has lead to this moment. My emotions all burst forth at once with one, single word.
“Yes.”
>And then, with a kiss, we laid ourselves down, holding the other in our arms...

THE
END

I want to stick my timber in Bean's boipussy while we watch the twilight.

>>29312016
Oh, yeah, I jumped, but everything done will be easier explained in the next scene with Anon and Sombra at college.
I kinda got sick of the exposition stuff und you guys were too, thats way I jumped

>>29312228
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Hope you all enjoy this here little diddy.

PASTEBIN:
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>>29312422
Ayyy

>>29312485
Can we get a green of married Spidey life?
It's comfy.

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>>29312798
Seconding this. And adding a waifu to seal the deal.

>>29312996
But Anon having more than one waifu will ruin your lifeu.

>>29312996
>big gravity defying breasts on Twilight
how's about no?

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>>29313138
Is this better?

>>29313349
much better

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>>29314342
How about no?

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>>29314703
I don't know trepp, I think I might Hail

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>>29314750

I'm in the need of a comfy green.

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>>29312996
Um...Uuuummmm....

I just did this one to give you all while I work on Rebirth, ya know? And if I did do another one-shot where Anon and Sunset where married, it'd probably be too much of a tear-jerker. Relationships like that are painful as much as they are incredible, I tell you. It'd be more "I hurt myself today" than "Hey honey, I'm home!"

And if I added Twilight in? I'd probably have her and Sunset break Anon's heart...or Twilight and Anon breaks Sunset's heart...you get the idea.

Point is that love hurts, and I have trouble with writing it nowadays to be honest.

>>29313138
But them hips tho

>>29313349
Are twilight's hips, dare I say...BIGGER than Sunset's?

>>29315041
Forgot to trip

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>>29315048
>Twilight's hips are bigger than Sunset's.

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>>29312996
Smug mama SciTwi is something I didn't know I wanted, does she brag about how her man fills her up at night when she fights crime to other female villains? Does the baby learn magic sorc stuff or is the baby the new Tony Stark? Does Twi bab go on wild hijinks adventures with Sunset bab like a Tom and Jerry skit?

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>>29315041
Implying Twi and Sunset wouldn't snuggle the shit out of their man, I am not sorry Beans but I am proud to say there is a guy doing a story on this that doesn't have your shit taste in romance style. Fuck your broken heart bullshit.
>>29315322
Depends on which Twilight...or SciTwilight for that matter too, pic related. Doesn't change the fact they are semen demons waiting for a good mating press though, so you know, whatever.

>>29311300
Like the prophets once said

>>29316420
and the ashes are all cold now

>>29316274
It's not so much that I'd be doing some more broken heart bullshit rather than the idea of trying something different. I already did the "Sunset, Twilight, and Anon" story to death. It's literally the first green I ever wrote, it's the big conclusion in the "Lewd Sleepover" story I did, and I'm sick of just saying "Oh, they all love each other and they bump dirties while hijinks ensue!"

So yeah.

Instead, I'd make them cry, I'd put them through the wringer, possibly add a Gwen Stacy v. Mary Jane sort of vibe to it and make it interesting like many others would. It'd probably be a comfy, yet feelsy green if I actually wanted to do it.

If you don't like the idea, I don't blame you, but I'm only trying to explicate as to why I disagree that I have "shit taste" in your argument , and my reasoning is not unjustified in that I want to make a compelling story rather than do the same one with Sunny, Twi, and Anon all loving each other for, like, I don't know, the fifth time.

We good, man?

>>29316466
you always try to justify yourself

>>29316901
Sorry.

>>29316429
No more bullets and the embers are dead

>>29316934
We know your not, but thanks for pretending.
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Wat

http://pastebin.com/heMDGuq4
>After letting out a shudder, he takes note of the tiny light once again.
"Something to look forward to... I guess..."
>He glances at the glowing door, grimacing before making his way through the crowd of coffins.
>Drawing farther and farther away from the door's light, he soon finds himself nearing the edge into darkness once again.
>"Ah..."
>And as though he'd been chilled to the bone, he abruptly stops.
>His heart thumping loudly in his chest, he slowly scans the darkness before him.
>A pointless act since the only thing he can clearly see is...
>...something stirring just within reach of the tiny light: a translucent figure, its hazy form similar to that of a mirage.
"...Who's there?"
>"To think that I would be the one... to fall victim to our machinations..."
>The figure draws closer to the light, its humanoid form shifting and bending with every ebb and flow of the light's rays.
>"To be the catalyst that will open the stairway to paradise..."
"...You're Colonel Silverstout."
>There was no need for confirmation; no need to question the figure's identity.
>He already knew; a combination of vocal recognition and a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach.
>It's then that the figure slowly loses its fairy-like translucence, revealing itself to be Silverstout.
>But there's darkness in his eyes; their irises are red and their sclera black.
>"Colonel? Hrmm..." Silverstout looks to the light, "How many years has it been? Seven?"
>He shakes his head and turns his attention back to Flash, "No. No time for stray thoughts... You must act quickly."
"...Meaning?"
>"You have to kill me."

>>29317709
>A long silence follows, Silverstout's gaze taking on a melancholic tone.
"...That... that's..."
>"I have become a living weapon; a monster bent on taking a human life. You've no choice but to kill me."
"And... how do you expect me to do /that/? Just... just walk up to you and choke you or something? This is crazy!"
>Silverstout frowns, disappointment apparent in his crinkled features.
>"How? Must I show you how to breathe, as well?"
>He then motions to the light, his face twisting into a grimace.
>"And this toy. Haven't you outgrown such childish nonsense?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
>At this, Silverstout lets out a rueful sigh.
>"Then I'll have to jog your memory."
>He raises a hand to his chest and presses it against his heart.
>"The flesh: shells in which our souls reside. The heart: power by which these golems move. Death: the means by which we are free."
>With a deep breath, his body begins to glow.
>"The soul: a light which never fades. Deus Imperfect: the shadow it casts..."
>And it glows brighter, Silverstout's skin cracking like porcelain until his spirit breaks forth and his body explodes into glittering specks of dust.
>As the light fades, what now stands in Silverstout's place is a being clad in dark blue robes, its face obscured by the purple helm it wears, matching its chest plate in color and golden engravings.
>In its right hand is a silver scepter; its runes glow in a faint, blue color.
>"Deus Acknowledged: when soul is given form..."
>He taps the ground with his scepter and the darkness dispels as a wave of blue light washes over the room.
>"Given power... Do you remember now?"
"...No?"
>"..."
"..."
>Silverstout taps the ground again. "Executive Privilege: Sim-shell Control Override."
>Electricity begins to dance about the tiny light and Silverstout's scepter glows a rust red.
>"Take form," he growls, the light expanding until it is about 6 feet in diameter, "and refresh this errant boy's memory."

>>29317715
>The light fades to reveal a grayish blue creature that is humanoid in appearance, but mechanical in nature.
>Its amber eyes spring to life as they set upon the boy. "Preparing Memory Synchronization."
>Purpose resounding with each footstep, the creature makes its way to its target, who reflexively takes a few steps back.
"There's nowhere to run, Fade."
>With that, Silverstout taps the ground again and the coffins that fill the room come rushing towards the group.
>Diverging, they form an ever moving circle, fanning out just enough to create several coffin rings too high, fast, and numerous to climb over.
>Distracted by this spectacle, the boy barely has time to realize that the mechanical creature is reaching for him.
>He takes a swing at it, but it catches him with ease.
>Grabbing his free hand's wrist, the creature forces his arms down and wraps him in a bear hug, its eyes locking with his.
>"Ah! Let go!"
>"Ignoring command. Initiating Memory Synchronization."
"Either you're playing the fool, Fade, or your memory truly is-"
>"ERROR. Synchronization failed. Improper identification."
"Improper...? Then..."
>He looks to the struggling boy, his stomach twisting in knots.
"He's not Fade? I was sure-"
>"Receiving. Identity confirmed. Initiating Catalyst program."
"Belay that! Identify this boy."
>"Ignoring command." The creature's eyes glow a bright green, "Continuing Catalyst sequence."
"Errant toy! I command you to-"
>'Colonel Silverstout!'
"Ten-Wo?"
>'Your Executive privileges have been suspended! Goodbye!'
"What?! You damnable machine, why have you done this?"
>But there is no response.

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>>29317723
>>>>>>>>24
>His ire cooling to a resigned simmer, he looks back to the struggling boy.
"I've made a grave error. You and I will die here, along with so many others."
>"N-no!"
"If it had started the sequence earlier, you might have stood a chance."
>Silverstout clutches his stomach as the creature starts glowing.
"Even if you're compatible... I'm not sure I can hold back long enough..."
>"Completing sequence."
>A flash of light engulfs the boy and his captor.
>The resulting explosion leaves behind a fire-like pooling of energy; a pillar consisting of shades of blue, and gold, and orange mixing together in a sparkling display similar to that of a galaxy in motion.
"I expected as much. And I've no power to restore your form..."
>Silverstout says, a slight tremble to his voice.
"Perhaps it's better that way; dying now will spare you any further despair."
Watching as the flame continues to burn, he lets out a shaky breath.
"My time... their time draws near... I'm sorry. For what little it's worth, I'm-"
>Before him flashes a translucent screen.
>[BINDING SUCCESSFUL]
"What?!"
>Something stirs within the fire, its humanoid form barely standing out against the flames.
>"Silverstout."
>The fire collapses like a house of cards before rising up to swirl around the ethereal being.
>"I've got a bone to pick with you."

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>>29317749
>Emerald eyes.
>Flickering memories of years gone by.
>A boy. A girl. So many children standing before a screen.
>[The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.]
>There is a boy. He stands before an altar. A light sits upon it.
>[Death is the means by which Peace is achieved.]
>The memories flicker again.
>A bruised boy. A girl with a heavenly smile.
>The eyes glow brighter... and then...
>-Hey-
>Flash finds himself in darkness, an orb of red light floating before him.
>-Do you want to die?-
>Flashing into existence, pictures of the Gala begin to circle around him.
>Octavia and Rarity. Blueblood and Teal Hair. Sunset Shimmer and...
>...and so many others. They stand in fear around a creature, a large, jagged smile splitting its face.
"N-no."
>-I can save you. I can take you away from here-
>Flash looks to the creature, an unsure look on his face.
>-Or you can stand and fight-
>The screens flicker for a moment before clearing to show an image of himself projected on them.
>-For yourself-
>They flicker again, this time showing the crowd of Gala goers.
>-For these people-
>Another flicker. An army of that grinning monster appears.
>-Whatever you choose, no matter the reason, this guy won't be the last-
"So, I make my stand now... or keep running?"
>-Pretty much-
"And I... I have to..."
>-What's one life compared to one million?-

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>Flash looks to the light, a strange sense of nostalgia washing over him.
>-Hope. A guiding light. A spark to light the flame inside you-
"Who are you?"
>-A little devil-
"Ha... so it's my soul you want?"
>-Yes. I want to see it grow until the day when it finally ripens-
>Fear seizes his heart for a moment, but a wave of calm washes over him.
>To run and die later. To fight and die later.
>His life versus one hundred.
>That tiny red star.
"...Alright."
>-Then take it-
>He reaches for the light, his fingers awash with heat as they reach its core.
>A reflexive grunt escapes him as the light springs to life, engulfing his hand in blue fire.
>It spreads throughout his body, tearing into his core.
>-That light... Who knows what'll happen if it fades away-
>He becomes a pillar of fire, a raging inferno of blue energy.
>-Keep it safe-
>And it all comes crashing in.
>-Don't let it die.-
>...
>Before Silverstout stands a monster.
>Its golden skull, ablaze with blue fire, stands out against its leather clad, humanoid appearance.
>"...This power... Were you there? A spark from the blade that guards Eden?"
>The monster lets out a chuckle as it makes its way towards him.
>"Boy? Wait... Is there another-"
>Suddenly, its right arm whips forward, a red chain shooting from it in a flash of blue fire.
>Silverstout reacts a second too late, the chains wrapping around his arm before he could mount a defense.
>"Who! Are! You," he growls, struggling to free himself as he shoots the creature a glare.
>But he stops, a chill seeping into the core of his being as he stares into the black void within the creature's eyeless sockets.
>Even from this distance, he could see it.
>That spark of hatred.
>"I'm your executioner."

And so, Dormammu finally makes his appearance and the update stops here for now.

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>After learning that Anon is going to have a daughter thanks to the newest ultrasound, which Sunset is amazed because they don't have that in her world.
>He decides to buy a shotgun, Sunset disapproves.
>"You know damn well that you don't need that when I have powers."
"I know. It's just for when our baby girl gets older."
>"WHAT?!"
"No not like that. It's for the future when she is 17 years old and some scumbag wants to date her."
>"...."
"Trust me, you'll thank me later."

>>29317886
Kek, Anon becomes the Punisher and cleans his guns in the living room when his daughter has friends over. Sunset repeatedly ties him up when she knows she is having friends over, but he somehow escapes every time and is in position.
>>29317774
Thanks for updating? I am going to re read what you have so far to familiarize myself.

>>29317886
A father always needs to keep his daughter safe from the Flash Sentry's of the world.

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>>29317971
I wouldn't say Anon is the Punisher but whenever a boy comes over he brings our his shotgun to "clean" it.
"Boy, do you know what a 12 gauge buckshot does to the human body?"
>"I-I uh-"
>Daughteru shows up after getting ready.
>"Ok, Daddy we're off to the movies. Do you know where mom is?"
"She's working she had to do the night shift."
>"Sounds good."
>They walk out but, you grab the boy's shoulder and whisper.
"If I find out that you touch a single hair of my daughter you're going to find out what buckshot can do."
>"Daddy.."
"OK kids have fun watching Shrek 25!"

>>29318065
>Shrek 25
Some things would need to die long before that point.

>>29318084
That was the first thing I came up with.

>>29318111
Trips confirm DreamWorks milk Shrek like a bedridden amnesiac.

>>29318065
I always thought if the baby is girl her name will be Sunny and if it's boy name him Sonny.
Is that something we can agree on?

>>29318131
no

>>29318148
OK any ideas?

>>29318171
Get Sunset in a mating press first, baby steps and the name of the toddler second.

>>29318171
Ma'am, you were in a coma when you gave birth, your brother named your twins
Oh no, he's retarded... What did he name them?
The girl he named "Denise".
Oh, that's not that bad... and the other?
He named the boy "denephew"

>>29318193
Lel but seriously I wonder how it would go.
"Are you sure the baby is going to be fine with Rarity?"
>"Don't worry she is responsible."
>20 minutes later.
>Phone rings
>It's Rarity.
>Sunset picks it up.
>"Hello?"
>"Uh, darling we may have a proble- No Rainbow you can't use a broom."
>"Wait why is Rainbow there?"
>"Well you see the baby got stuck on the ceiling and now the girls are over trying to help."
>"HI SUNSET!"
>You hear Pinkie scream in the background.
"Oh god. Our baby is going to die."
>"Anon and I will be there."

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>>29318276
>Rarity called the remane 6 before calling Sunset and Anon.

>>29318697
>She didn't want to disturb their date.

>>29318733
I think that a kid developing powers would be a very good reason to interrupt a date.

>>29318748
But you don't understand, SciTwi doesn't want her experiment to be interrupted. She must know if the baby can follow the ceiling maze she made while on a caffeine binge before blacking out, and she doesn't want to just waste it.

>>29317052
Whispers in the air, tell the tales of the brothers gone

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>>29318797
>Be Anon
>Just got dinner at great restaurant cancelled.
>Traffic is jammed.
>Sunset is freaking out.
>Can't use webs because don't want to be seen in public.
>Finally get home.
>Place is a god damn mess.
>Baby on ceiling crawling on a maze built by Twilight, Rarity is freaking out because she has webs in her hair, Pinkie and Rainbow are eating your food.
>Bitches are also eating your favorite fruit rollups.
>Applejack and Fluttershy are the only ones trying to help.
>"WHAT THE HONEST FUCK!?"
>Screams Sunset.
>You never seen her this angry.
>hfw.

>It's night in Ponyville.
>The air feels close, the cold glow of the moon eerily lighting the thick fog. The mist silently billows, muffling the few noises of this late hour as the vague shapes of buildings loom past, empty and imposing, like great shipwrecks.
>Combined with the darkness and the alien, distorted noises, the mist twists your surroundings. Every door slam or bark has you jumping nervously, every shape appears suddenly in the mist, dancing and swimming before it reveals its innocuous nature as a mailbox of signpost.
>You shiver, tightening your cloak.
>Tonight's not a good night.
>Just two hours ago, a message arrived from your brother.
>Your mother was dead.
>Finally.
>After years of suffering, it was over. She'd died screaming, apparently, but at least she wouldn't hurt anymore.
>Still, the thought of her death hadn't upset you as much as it would have if she'd even resembled the woman you used to love and admire.
>In the end, she'd been almost like a stranger. It was harder while she was living, but now...
>A gust of bitter wind rakes you, the cold nipping at your face, and you glance up as the fog lifts briefly.
>You're on Clement Street. Not far now.
>Tonight was indeed a night of ill portent.
>The miserable cold, the news of your mother. The dog.
>It was just round the corner from your house when you'd been shocked when a large shadow resolved itself into a big, black dog.
>You'd stopped, taken aback. One of the dog's back legs was broken, and it dangled uselessly.
>The dog was just standing there, staring into space.
>While you hesitated, it twitched, turning to face you, growling.
>It had stepped toward you and, for a moment, you were afraid it was going to lunge for you.
>Then it seemed to have a change of heart, whimpering as it turned tail and hobbled off into the mist.
>You hadn't seen it since but you were paranoid it might be following you, even though you haven't heard anything.

>>29319682
>Another gust of wind makes you stop, glancing around.
>The mist lifts again, for just a moment, and you see your destination at the end of the road.
>Hearthoof Manor. The imposing building sits on a gloomy hill, bare trees dotting the dismal gardens, its border wall tangled with overgrown vines. A sickly light flickers behind one of its windows, just emphasising how empty the rest of it is.
>You suppress a shiver. Whether of cold, fear or anticipation you can't say.
>The manor's scary in its own right, the mad children of its wealth owner being essentially locked up there until they died. The place hadn't been well-looked after when it was inhabited, and its abandonment hadn't made it any better in the decades since.
>Arriving at the front gate, you find the chain that once held the rusty iron bars shut has been cut, just as you'd expected.
>Your friend's in there.
>Tonight's the night of the experiment.
>You pause before slipping through the gates, monetarily struck by the series of bad omens.
>You wish you were tucked safe and warm in bed but, with a deep breath, you step onto the property.
>Tonight's the night you get your answers.

>>29319682
>>29319764
I saw the words comic horror, and wanted to write something like this.

>>29319505
Kek.

>>29319769
Do it!

>>29319213
Desolation, devastation
What a mess we made, when it all went wrong...

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>>29320795
Watching from the edge, of the circus, For the games to begin.

>>29319505
Anon better hold Sunset back before she kills her friends

>>29321271
gladiators draw their swords, Form their ranks for Armageddon

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>>29322204
I'M NUCLEAR!
I'M WILD!

>>29321732
If Pinkie and Rainbow ate my fruit rollups I would not restrain Sunset.

>>29322204
I'M NUCLEAR

>>29322261
I'M WILD

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>"Hey Claus, do you know vat page ve are on?"
"please Wilhelm... don't do this to me again"
>"Fine."
>...
>...
>"Its page nein"
"I'm going to kill you one day Claus"

>>29322229
I'm breaking up inside!

>>29322233
I meant Twilight and Rarity

>>29319769
Nice

>>29323017
Kek

>>29323092
A HEART OF BROKEN GLASS

>>29323677
Why are we having a singalong, what is it from, and do we need to kill with fire?

So is this even about superheroes and superpowers anymore? Unless these Lovecraftian stories are going to be a crossover type thing they don't fit the theme and would be better suited to their own general or one of the wide topic general i.e. AiE, EQG/humanised.

>>29323757
Its a crossover thing. The title is still there for /sup/ stuff.

>>29323769
Fair enough. I suppose with a slow start it'd take some time to introduce the 'super' elements, with it being Lovecraftian you can't really jump straight into superhero crime fighting.

>>29323838
Yup

>>29323677
DEFILED!
DEEP INSIDE THE ABANDONED CHILD!

>>29323940
Standing on the edge of the underworld.
Looking at the abyss.

>>29323970
And I'm hoping for some miracle.

>>29324004
To breakout to escape all this.

>>29324009
Whispers in the air, tell the tale of a life thats gone

>>29324211
Are we a singing thread now?

>>29324876
i hope not

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Reviving old green.
http://pastebin.com/7awBpgv8 (part I)
http://pastebin.com/edit/MWFjuLWz (part II)

Summary for those who don't want to read it all. Spoilers for those who do.
Anonymous finds himself and his father kidnapped by unknown thugs. While the thugs try to question him and his father Spiderwoman breaks in to save the day. Unfortunately, while saving Anon and stopping the bad guys she let Anons father die, something he has not forgotten. In an attempt to discover why his father was being kidnapped and questioned Anon searches his house to find a mysterious chemical that once he accidentally inhaled allowed him to copy the abilities of those close to him.

After the discovery of this ability Anon is quickly contacted by a group calling themselves S.O.M.B.R.A. or the Secret Organization Mobilized to Battle Repressive Authority. Who dressed as Wonderbolt Agents to try and force him to join the Wonderbolts before more SOMBRA oppratives bust in killing the fake Wonderbolts and saving Anon, Securing his loyalty to themselves. As a member of SOMBRA Anon was trained by Taskmaster, while Sunset and Vinyl joined up with the real Wonderbolts in an attempt to free Anon.

The plan backfires, causing Vinyl to leave the Wonderbolts immediately after the operation. During this Anon discovers that his mother was in charge of the SOMBRA Cell that tricked him by discovering her body and a microphone that masked her voice. Anon destroys the base in his rage stealing a SOMBRA vehicle and a few weapons, and decides to do the one thing he was trained for. Mercenary work.

Anons next job leads him to a club called HarmonY for a meeting of mercenaries. The same club that Sunset and the girls have planned on visiting that same night.

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>>29324899
>it seems to take forever for Saturday to arrive
>Luckily you actually had clothes fit for clubbing
>by that you mean you had a nice tight outfit that guys would love to get a closer look at.
>the feeling of the tight outfit isn't all too different than your spider suit, though far more attractive
>You give your bedroom mirror a few flirtatious looks while making several poses to accentuate your more feminine features.
"Oh yeah, crime fighting definitely helps make a body look good."
>Your phones alarm goes off signaling its time for you to head out to meet the girls.
>with a wide grin and much excitement you leave the house, ready to make your way to HarmonY.

>its been a few days since Chrysalis has found out about your special talents
>and she has quickly become the closest thing to a friend you currently have
>"Anon, you clearly haven't been to a club before."
"Why do you say that?"
>Chrysalis points to your getup while you pick up your mask from the table
>"You're wearing a hoodie, jeans, and if you're thinking of wearing that mask you're crazy."
>You kook over to her then back to the mask
>she has a point, two actually.
>you haven't been to a club, you have no idea how to dress for one, and not only that but you would stick out like a sore thumb with a skull mask.
>despite that fact, this mask is one of the few things that keeps you Anonymous.
>...
>that hurt a little.
"Well what do you expect me to do then? If I don't have THIS"
>you wave it around slightly
"then not only will I make it harder to hide myself in the future, Its the only thing that-"
>your voice trails off leaving the sentence unfinished
"Its just important I have it."