Nightly Scilight Thread #134

>>29392670
First for plaguies the wise

DnDtwi sounds fun

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>>29394247

>>29392670
>Makes a thread.
>Doesn't links it to the thread.
Like, I like you, JC, but you went full retard today.

>>29394778
Thats not full retard
Im sure people are smart enough to check the catalog to see if a thread was already made

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>>29394695
>>29387608
>Days go by, and Trixie only feels more and more jittery as Valentine's Day creeps up around the corner.
>Trixie questions everyone about the note, but no one officially comes forward, and it's tantalizing Trixie in a way where she doesn't want to admit that she's desperate for the answer.
>This feeling is shaking her down, making her knees weak and her palms sweaty.
>She spends most of her time at home wondering who it was instead of practicing her performances.
>It's getting the best of her, that's the confession she needs to make.
>She's someone's fool.
>Someone who knows her at school.
>Someone who thinks Trixie is really cool.
>Maybe more than cool.
>The notion itself plagues Trixie's head and the girls can't stop moving around. The feeling is just too much.
>Trixie grunts to herself as she lies on the couch, trying to watch TV to distract herself.
>Feeling the moment sink in, the sweet heat of the moment.
>She twists and turns, starting to giggle at every commercial that would come on. Inserting more than enough character in to her commentary of everything she was watching, sort of making her life more like a sitcom where she's the most hilarious and versatile character that will crush this thing that happened at school.
>Trixie's going to crush this crush that she totally doesn't have on this person whom she doesn't even know the identity of.
>There's no way someone got under her skin that easily.
>Trixie races over to the kitchen and makes herself a giant bowl of cereal. In one of the mixing bowls, adds a shit ton of sugar to it and everything.
>Isn't this girl outrageous? Her life is just going so crazy right now, she's totally out of this person's league.
>Trixie starts jumping around with the bowl on cereal.
>It's spilling all over the carpet, but Trixie is too much of a cold hearted bitch to care. She's not swayed by feelings.
>Not at all.

>>29394778
>>29394827
Holy crap, you guys do everything cooler than Fingerbang's anons.

>>29394827
You mean the five anons?
People don't do that in generals.
Posting a thread before 500 posts is also against the rules.

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>>29394778
I think this is the third time I did this too
I've been a bit off the ball these past few weeks

>>29394857
You got a pastebin for this story?
I like to read greentexts from the beginning

>>29394985
He linked the other post here: >>29387608

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>>29394985
I'm afraid I don't have record of many of my stories since the holidays, since my rate of starting new stories has increased to like one new one every 3 or 5 days or so. But I can assure you that this post here >>29387608 is the very beginning of the one you're reading now because it is yet another new story I literally can't stop starting new stories lmao (send help). The post in this thread is only the second post so far into it. I'll try to add this to my pastebin as soon as I figure out how to organize everything I've recently written.
There will be something in http://pastebin.com/u/AlexanderGrey in due time.
>>29395041
Uh, yeah, this too.

Im stuck in a hospital
Help me anons

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>>29395984
Never give up Anon

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>>29396182
One question, I don't read comics anymore, Is Cap still salty at Punisher for existing?

>>29395984
Escape, Anon, you can do it.
It's actually ez pz to go away from a hospital

>>29396336
The good news is I am probably fine
The bad news is I have to wear a heating pack over my right side of my face for the next week
But the best news is I feel like big boss

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>>29396465
>But the best news is I feel like big boss
Which one?

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>>29396336
In pretty much every comic I've seen he's always been salty with Fronk. I'd assume he still is in the latest arcs.

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>>29396465
>>29396494

>>29396494
Venom because I didn't really lose my eye

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Got bored and decided to take a peek here.
What is this green about Trix and why nobody told me before?
Spoonfeed me fags

>>29396811
Read it, its by alexander grey

>>29396811
Do you want a quick rundown?

>>29397194
yes (?)

>>29396811
That Trixie looks great!

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>>29397651
it does
she is so great and powerful

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>>29397458
Okay, quick rundown on Trixie:

>Rothschilds bow to Trixie.
>In contact with aliens.
>Possess psychic-like abilities.
>Control france with an iron but fair fist.
>Own castles & banks globally.
>Direct descendant of the ancient royal blood line.
>Will bankroll the first cities on Mars (Trixiegrad will be be the first city).
>Own 99% of DNA editing research facilities on Earth.
>First designer babies will in all likelihood be Trixie babies.
>Trixie is said to have 215+ IQ, such intelligence on Earth has only existed deep in Tibetan monasteries & Area 51.
>Ancient Indian scriptures tell of one girl who will descend upon Earth and will bring an era of enlightenment and unprecedented technological progress with her.
>They own Nanobot R&D labs around the world.
>You likely have Trixiebots inside you right now.
>Trixie is in regular communication with the Archangels Michael and Gabriel, forwarding the word of God to the Orthodox Church. Who do you think set up the meeting between the pope & the Orthodox high command (First meeting between the two organisations in over 1000 years) and arranged the Orthodox leader’s first trip to Antarctica in history literally a few days later to the Trixie bunker in Wilkes land?
>She learned fluent French in under a week.
>Nation states entrust their gold reserves with Trixie. There’s no gold in Ft. Knox, only Ft. Trix.
>Trixie is about 7 decades old, from the space-time reference point of the base human currently accepted by our society.
>In reality, she is a timeless being, existing in all points of time and space from the big bang to the end of the universe. We don’t know her ultimate plans yet. We hope she's a benevolent being.

>>29398839
Holy crap that sounds awesome

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Hey guys. Just finished the finale of this sci-fi Twixie story. Gonna post it during breaks from labwork, so updates might be a little slow, but yeah. Hope you enjoy it!

Story so far: http://pastebin.com/W0FZi8fG

>It’s been nearly a day’s worth of walking by the time you reach the ship
>Up close, it stretches above you like a snow-capped mountain, a huge jumble of jagged metal columns, bulkheads, and trapped snowdrifts
>There’s plenty of entrances to the structure, as the armor ruptured in dozens of locations from the crash, opening up giant gashes in its sides that lead deep into the winding mazes of the ghost-ship’s halls
>The world’s pale sun is already dipping down below the horizon, but the hues of sunset are turned to shades of gray by the rim of clouds above your head
>Less snow is falling now, but the occasional flake still finds its way into your face
>You’d probably have been hit by more, if not for Trixie continuing to catch them on her tongue
“Are you s-still eating those? Don’t they make you sick, after a while?”
>”Nope! Trixie feels great! Even though she is a little tired…”
“Oh, thank the nebulously-existent gods. C-can we stop for a bit?”
>”Right now? But we’re almost there!”
>Trixie sprints the last few meters to the ship, rapping her fist against a massive chunk of steel
>Judging from its roughly tubular shape, it looks like the barrel of a long-ruined weapon, probably a kinetics-cannon*

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>>29399231

*[Not a Trixie invention, as evidenced by how precise and practical it is. Kinetics-cannons use Expansive Repulser-Fields to accelerate and launch chunks of regular matter at near-light speeds, turning mundane chunks of rock or scrap metal into missiles that can blow a hole through twenty-meter-thick armor. They’re not used often, as they require a huge amount of power and ship-space, making them both slow to prime and easy targets for enemy bombers. But still, they definitely have their uses, as a few well-placed shots from them can reduce even capital ships to pulverized scrap.]

>You and Trixie take shelter inside the barrel, laying down the packs and resting against the curved walls
>She pulls a miniature heater out of her pack, activating it and placing it on the ground between the two of you
>It thrums and fizzles as its tiny fusion-cell battery gets to work, heating up tiny little thermo-coils to bathe you and Trixie in a warm yellow light
>Both of you scoot closer to it, sitting with your shoulders and hips pressed together and the heater near your feet
>For a few minutes, the two of you chew silently on the rations you brought, staring into the heater’s glow
“Trixie?”
>”Yo.”
“Is… is this ship the reason you’re here?”
>Trixie stares at you for a moment, blinking
>Then she hangs her head, the heater’s glow reflecting in her violet eyes
>”Yes,” she whispers
“Are you okay?”
>”Trixie is not hurt.”
“Yeah, but… are you o-okay? You know, being in this place?”
>Trixie has to think about that for a moment, but she nods
>”Trixie is okay. She doesn’t remember most of the other Trixies from this ship, anyway. She was too young.”
“H-how young?”
>Trixie stares at you
“S-sorry if that’s not okay to ask…”

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>>29399238
>”No! It’s perfectly okay. Trixie was just trying to remember. She thinks she was… seven, maybe? It’s been a long time.”
“Seven? Trixie, I’m s-so sorry…”
>You take ahold of her hand, giving it a (hopefully) comforting squeeze
>”It’s okay. She doesn’t really remember very much from before, so it really doesn’t bother her. Besides, this place is great! Trixie gets to find new places to explore every day!”
“Yeah, but… don’t you get lonely?”
>”Nope!”
“N-not even a little?”
>Trixie shakes her head, but you see her hesitating slightly
>”Trixie got used to being by herself a long time ago.”
“I’m s-sorry…”
>”Why do you keep apologizing to Trixie? This wasn’t your fault.”
“Yeah, b-but… it’s not fair.”
>”What’s unfair about it?”
“You deserved a b-better life than this.”
>”But Trixie told you, she’s very happy like this. She promises!”
>Trixie throws her arms around you, squeezing you against her chest like a child hugs their favorite toy
>”And she’s even happier, now that she has a friend!”

>When it comes time to sleep, you huddle close to Trixie, cuddling together in a heap, spreading your jackets out over you like blankets
>The heater gradually starts to lose power, and by the time morning arrives, the wintery chill has already begun to seep into your bones

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>>29399244
>You sit up from the hard metal floor, rubbing your head
“B-bleh…”
>Trixie is already up and dressed, pacing excitedly around the hollow gun-barrel
>”Morning, Twi!”
“H-hey.”
>”You excited? Trixie can’t wait to show you around the ship! She bets some of the ship’s phono-projectors still work! We could dig up some old TrixPods* and have a rave!”

*[Music storage devices, based on technology borrowed from Vinyl marauders. They’re unique in that, instead of holding a modular arrangement of music decided by the user, each one instead comes pre-loaded with every anime opening imaginable, along with nearly 10 terabytes of cheesy 90’s techno.]

“We’re n-not raving, Trixie. We need to f-find a way off the planet.”
>”Yeah, but… we don’t have to leave yet, right?”
“Yes, Trixie, we need to leave now. We b-barely have any supplies left. Also, I need to get back to the HST before they declare me legally dead and sell off everything I own*.”

*[Knowing the HST, this probably happened within ten minutes of you disappearing from the convoy. Still, you can hold out hope that your priceless Arch-Admiral Shimmer Fan Club decoder ring is still where you left it, right?]

>”Awwww… okay.”
>She hangs her head
>When you finally get ready, the two of you start walking back towards the rear end of the gun barrel where, back when it was operational, Trixie engineers would load crushed rock and scrap metal into the weapon’s expansion chamber
>Now, of course, the chamber is completely collapsed, leaving a ragged hole about twice your size open between the barrel and the gunnery deck
>The massive cylindrical walls carry the sound of each footstep away from you in reverberating echoes
>It feels a bit like being in the throat of a some huge, metal giant
>When you reach the torn section of the barrel, Trixie scrambles through the hole first, then extends a hand down to help you up

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>>29399270
>The gunnery deck is slanted downwards at a thirty-degree angle, and you have to hold tight to the various control consoles and servo-levers attached to the wall in order to keep from going tumbling down it
>Inside the ship, everything is pitch black, the only light coming from occasional narrow cracks in the ship’s armor, letting a little bit of the pale sun outside to shine in
>Trixie flicks on an emergency flashlight, guiding you deep into the maze of the ship’s hallways
>All around you, wind whistles through the shattered frame, sounding like a chorus of ghosts whispering at your shoulder
>Each footstep echoes deep into the craft’s belly, to the point where you’re sure that, if you were the kind of superstitious idiot who believed in vengeful spirits, you’d be pretty scared
>Good thing you’re not that kind of idiot, though; your FEDORA* training has insured you’d never believe in such fairy-tale nonsense

*[Firmly Educated Discipline On Reality Awareness, the special HST program for educating nascent or newly-recruited Twilights into the ways of the universe. It holds that only real, empirical, physical evidence matters, and anything that can’t be objectively proven through the scientific method is ultimately pointless conjecture, and also probably dumb.]

>Yep, your rationality ensures that you’re not the slightest bit scared, not even a little—
>”Echo!” Trixie shouts, grinning
“G-gah!”
>You jump behind her, cowering against Trixie’s back
“D-d-d-don’t do that! What if s-s-something hears us!?”
>”Hear us? Nothing’s gonna hear us!”
“Y-yeah, I know that! D-duh!”
>”Except for the skeletons. But that’s okay, they don’t have ears!”
“That’s… s-stupid! Skeletons aren’t even r-real!”
>Trixie just stares at you
“I m-mean, they are, b-but… we’re being s-s-stupid! I mean you’re b-being stupid!”
>Trixie places a hand on your shoulder, looking you right in the eyes
>”Twilight.”

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>>29399276
“W-what!?”
>”Trust Trixie. She knows skeletons. She promises, we’ll be safe.”
“That’s n-not what I’m talking… whatever.”
>You huff, pushing past her
“Let’s j-just get to a ship, so I can get out of this spooky place.”
>Trixie follows behind you, whistling, and with her arms crossed behind her head
“W-would you stop? Something’s gonna hear us!”
>”Trixie told you, skeletons can’t—“
“I’m n-not talking about skeletons! I’m talking about things that are real, and that’ll try to kill us!”
>”Oh, stop worrying. The only dangerous things that live around here are Icewurms. And they *hate* loud noises! Trixie knows that because—“
>Somewhere deep in the ship, something huge begins to shift, sending tremors through the entire metal structure
>Snow dislodges from the ceiling above you, drifting down onto your nose
“Trixie?”
>”Yes, Twi?”
“W-w-w-w-w-what does an Icewurm sound like?”
>”Well, kinda like that. But if it were an Icewurm, we’d probably hear a—“
>Her words are cut off by a low, unearthly hiss echoing down metal hallway
>It sounds more like wind whistling through frozen canyons or the howling of some forsaken wintery spirit than the noise a living creature would make
>Trixie’s face lights up immediately
>”Yeah! We’d hear something just like that”!
“R-run, you idiot!”
>You grab Trixie’s hand and take off down the hallway, despite having absolutely no idea where you’re going
>Unfortunately, you realize quickly just how bad of an idea that was

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>>29399285
>Both of your footfalls reverberate down the entirety of the ship, definitely alerting whatever might be down there to your position
>Immediately, the floor begins to shudder violently
>”Twilight! You’re going the wrong way!”
“I d-don’t care! We need to get out of here before—“
>With a titanic crash, the entirety of the hallway is rent apart, sending twisted metal flying in all directions
>You and Trixie are in pure free-fall for a moment, clinging desperately to each other to keep from being separated
“Aaaagh!”
>”Wooooo!”
>You hit and roll, landing on the ground in a heap of scrap
>Something huge crashes onto the ground near you, the impact making your teeth ache
>When you force your eyes open, you see that a huge hole has been torn into the side of the wrecked ship, letting the mid-afternoon sun stream down around you
>You and Trixie have found yourself in a massive hangar area, easily half a kilometer across and stacked with all manor of now-defunct Trixie weaponry and stationed warships
>Unfortunately, none of them are anywhere near small enough for you and her to fly by yourselves
>Nevertheless, they should make a good hiding place from… that
>The massive shape of what could only be an Icewurm crashes into the hangar, ripping through the ship’s metal struts as if they were paper
>It lands on the ground in a huge, glimmering coil of living ice, turning its face towards you
>The creature’s body — easily as long as the ship itself, if it were stretched out — is snakelike, composed of hundreds of interlocking crystals, and the face is a draconic visage of stone, ice, and glowing blue eyes
>Once again, the unearthly hiss escapes its jaws, chilling you to the bone despite the protection of your thermal suit
>”Awesome!”
“N-not awesome! Run!”

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>>29399293
>You grab Trixie’s hand again, sprinting towards one of the stationed warships
>They look like Illusion-class* vessels; nothing you’d ever be able to pilot, but if you can get the guns working…

*[Heavily armed and deadly quick, the Trixie Empire’s mainstay warships sacrifice armor in order to zip effortlessly around the battlefield, laying waste to targets with multi-linked hadron-barrage cannons.]

>Trixie, unfortunately, doesn’t want to cooperate
>She follows behind you in what could barely be considered a jog, staring at the massive creature
>The Icewurm regards you without much interest, lazily slithering towards you with its mouth open
>Jagged stone teeth glimmer beneath a sheen of frost, each capable of splitting you or Trixie in half with ease
>When you reach the docked battleship, you begin searching desperately for a way in
>Unfortunately, the ship is nearly the size of an ocean liner, and finding a front door isn’t exactly easy
“T-Trixie! Come on, help! D-do something!”
>The creature has you cornered, now; its massive size means that, even at a full sprint, you couldn’t hope to escape even the most lazy of strikes
“T-Trixie! Don’t you have any weapons?”
>The mention of weapons snaps Trixie out of her trance
>”Of course she does!”
>She reaches into her backpack and pulls out the toy katana
“I mean r-real weapons!”
>”Any weapon is a real weapon if you believe in yourself!”
“That’s n-not how any of this works!”
>”It is, and Trixie will prove it!”
>She strikes a pose with her sword, staring down the Icewurm
>”Foul creature! You think you can profane the resting place of Trixie’s friends? You think Trixie is a coward? A weakling? HA! Trixie is a pioneer! Trixie is an explorer! Trixie is a human, and she’s coming!”
>She charges, holding the sword above her head

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>>29399313
>”Trixie’s heart is big! It has hot blood!”
>Trixie reaches the Icewurm, and swings the sword against its crystalline body…
>It bounces off with a *pok* sound
>”Trixie likes to fight, too!”
>She swings the sword again, not even scratching the creature’s body
>”She likes to eat junk food! She likes to touch herself to hentai! She likes to watch the stars!”
>Trixie starts swinging like a madwoman
>The sword snaps in half, but she keeps beating the creature with the busted remains
>”This is a Trixie! This is what we look like! This is what we act like!”
>The Icewurm bends down, opens its mouth, and douses Trixie with a blast of its frigid breath
>Immediately, she falls to the ground, frozen solid
“No!”
>You start to run towards her, but the wurm bends down and scoops the frozen girl up in its mouth, beginning to crawl away towards wherever it’s made its nest
>As it crawls, its hide scrapes away the remains of one of the hangar walls
>Through the gash, you spy a line of Tiny Trix* craft, lined up and as primed to fly as they were when the ship crashed

*[Mainstay fighters of the Empire. So simple even a battle-crazed Trixie can pilot them.]

>You hesitate for a moment, staring at the ships
>The monster’s attention is entirely on Trixie now; you could hop in one of those and be offworld in less than five minutes
>But…
>Years from now, you’ll look back on this moment, and try to convince yourself that you didn’t really hesitate
>You’d never be so heartless as to think of leaving your friend behind, you’ll say to yourself
>But the fact is that, for a moment, you hesitated
>You maybe even took a wavering step towards the ships, tantalized by the prospect of a sudden escape
>But you can at least be proud that your hesitation lasted no longer than a moment
>As soon as you snap back to your senses, you turn on your heel and sprint after the monster

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>>29399331
>Its faster than you by far, and the difference in speeds and your own natural lack of athleticism soon lead to you falling behind, panting
>It’s going to eat Trixie!
>What do you do, what do you do, what do you do?
>Come on, Twilight, think!
>You’re not gonna let him kill her!

>You drop to your knees, closing your eyes as you rack your brain for a plain
>Come on Twilight, this is supposed to be what you’re good at…
>Every conversation with Trixie flashes through your mind
>Icewurms… loud noise… Lulamoon cruiser… soundsystem…
>That’s it!
>You jump to your feet, sprinting away from the Icewurm and towards the deeper parts of the ship

>The Lulamoon has its central control panel near its center, just like any sensibly designed ship would
>Your feet thunder across the metal gantry as you sprint inside, scanning for the sound system controls
>In the corner, you find a mixer nearly twice your height, covered in knobs
>Most of them are unmarked, except for a single one that reads BASS
>Beneath the bass button, there’s an aux cable already connected to a TrixPod
>You pick up the ‘pod and flick on the system
>By some miracle, there’s just enough power left in the generators for it to crackle to life
>You scroll through the song listing, finding the one that looks the loudest, and hit play
>…
>...and then you actually remember to switch inputs to the aux channel

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>>29399367

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6v51jfkmC0

>The song explodes out around you, blasting so loudly that your sure dozens of avalanches just occurred across the planet’s surface
>You clamp your hands over your ears
>The entire ship reverberates beneath the force of the bass, making you feel like you’re standing in the midst of an earthquake
>With a *crunch* that’s barely audible over the music, you hear the IceWurm charging towards you, tearing through hallways and armor like they’re nothing
>You run out to meet it, despite having pretty much no plan
>The two of you meet in the center of the hangar, where the Icewurm tears up to its full height, stretching a kilometer or more above you
>It unleashes a hiss that rivals the music in volume
>In doing so, though, it opens its mouth, and two objects drop from it
>The first is Trixie, who drops straight into a snowdrift, plopping safely down inside it
>The other is the broken half of the replica katana, which falls at your feet
>You pick it, facing the wurm down
>It bears down upon you, jaws open and howling, trying to crush you between its coils
>You meet its charge, running towards it with the katana
>The beasts mouth opens to swallow you whole, revealing an endless, frozen gullet
>You close your eyes and jump, praying you don’t end up as wurm food
>By some miracle of convenient physics, you land on the creature’s head
>A single hate-filled blue eye stares at you, registering no emotion other than cold, calculating hunger
>You stab the toy katana down into the eye
“That’s for h-h-hurting Trixie!”
>The creature thrashes, hissing in pain as it retreats away from you
>You’re thrown to the ground, tucking and rolling to avoid breaking every bone in your body
>The wurm rears up, its jaws stretching wide enough to swallow a starfighter, hissing loud enough to split your eardrums

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>>29399374
>This time, you know what to do
>You sprint away from the creature, taking advantage of its distraction
>The hallways fly by, and you find your footsteps syncing up to the beat of the music
>You throw yourself into the control room, sprinting for the controls
>The roof of the room is torn away, revealing a furious Icewurm
>It opens its jaws, stone fangs ready to crush you into bloody pulp…
>And then you crank the volume all the way up to 11
>The resulting sonic boom completely fries the speakers, along with your eardrums
>The Icewurm, though, gets it the worst
>A resounding *crack* fills the air as huge fissures run across its body
>With one final hiss, the creature rears up and thrashes as its body falls to pieces, splitting into thousands of crystal chunks
>You sink to your knees, your entire body shaking with exhaustion
>Then you remember…
“T-Trixie!”
>You jump to your feet, sprinting back into the hangar
>A very cold-looking, groggy Trixie is pulling herself out of the snow-drift, her hair still full of ice crystals
“Trixie! Y-you’re alive!”
>”Guh? Of course. Trixie is always alive. That’s why she’s the Trixie…”
>Trixie flops down, landing on her face
>”Bleh.”
“Ah! Here, c-come here!”
>You pick Trixie up in your arms
>She shakes her head, shivering slightly
>”What happened? Trixie remembers she was fighting really, *really* well, and then…”
>She frowns
>”That literal and also figurative snake must have cheated!”
“H-hah, he did. Otherwise, you totally would have won.”
>”Of course! Trixie is unbeatable!”

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>>29399387
>Suddenly, she gets all skeptical-looking
>”Wait a minute. If Trixie didn’t kill the wurm, then…”
>She notices the shards all around the two of you, then stares at you in awe
>You can’t help but blush a little
“I mean, I m-mostly just got lucky—“
>”Twilight, you’re amazing!”
>Trixie throws her arms around you, beaming
>You accept her hug, squeezing her against you
>Somehow, your face ends up inches from hers, so close you can feel her breath on your face
>And then it all seems to hit you: Trixie’s okay, you won, you’re alive, and you’re both going to be okay!
>So, maybe all that happiness, closeness and hugginess makes you overreact a bit
>Or maybe Trixie’s the one who started it; you honestly have no idea
>Because the moment you kiss Trixie, your mind goes blank
>The two of you break apart after a second, staring at each other
>”Uh… Twilight?”
“N-no! S-s-sorry, I didn’t mean to… t-that was too far! I j-just…”
>”You didn’t do that right.”
“H-huh?”
>”You didn’t kiss Trixie right! You gotta do it longer! She barely even felt that one!”
“What the h-hell are you talking about? That was f-fine!”
>”No! Try it again!”
“A-are you serious?”
>”Yes! Kiss Trixie again! Longer this time!”
“Uh… o-okay…”

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>>29399393
>You bend in, gingerly letting your mouth meet Trixie’s
>She angles her head, kissing you back
>Snow filters down through the filtered roof, drifting down in tiny little powdery waves to settle atop both of your shoulders
>It’s so romantic, so peaceful, so…
>Trixie jumps up and starts dancing
>”Trixie has a girlfriend! Trixie has a girlfriend!”
“S-shut up! I never said I was your—“
>”You kissed Trixie! That means you have to be her girlfriend now!”
“It d-does not! I m-mean, I still, maybe, wouldn’t mind b-being your… but… b-but those aren’t the rules!”
>”They are on this planet!”
“N-no! Just because you live here doesn’t mean you g-get to make the rules!”
>”Nope. But being your girlfriend does!”
“You’re…”
>”Trixie is what?”
“You’re… I’m…”
>You stand up, walk over to Trixie, and take ahold of her hand
“I’m s-so glad you’re okay, you idiot…”
>Trixie beams
>”Trixie is glad Trixie’s okay too! But she’s sad she didn’t get to see you beat the Icewurm. Trixie bets that was awesome!”
“It w-was. It really w-was. Now what do you say w-we get out of here?”
>You turn around to find the starfighters that can take you off-world
>The only problem is, they’re not there
>Well, they are… but they’ve been crushed beneath a chunk of Icewurm the size of a skyscraper
“O-oh…”
>You sink to your knees
“Oh n-no…”
>Trixie throws an arm around you
>”Hooray! You know what this means?”
“I’m n-never leaving?”
>”Yep! And that means…”
>She takes a deep breath, squeezing you against her chest
>”Sleepover part two!”

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>>29399399

>It’s half an hour past midnight, and the nightly snowstorm has started again
>Your legs still ache from climbing the ridge
>It was so difficult that you head to beg Trixie to carry you for the last kilometer or so
>Now, though, you’re stretched out on Trixie’s bed, wrapped in a blanket with a mug of steamed High-Temperature Chocolate Beverage in your lap, gently radiating warmth into your thighs
>The door to the shelter opens, and a very snowy Trixie bustles in
>”Trixie’s back!”
“H-hey…”
>She throws off her winter gear and jumps into the bed next to you
>”So? How’s it going, Trixie’s girlfriend?”
“I s-still have a name, you know…”
>Trixie shuts you up with a kiss, practically tackling you with her enthusiasm
>You wrap your arms around her waist, holding her while your mouths dance together
>She breaks away, smacking her lips
>”Oh! I should make some dinner!”
“It’s like one in the morning.”
>”Perfect dinner time!”
>She runs across the room, pulling out rations from the closet

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>>29399413
>”How’s the work coming along?”
>Trixie gestures to the notepad sitting open on the bed next to you
“It’s c-coming. I think I should be able to salvage enough p-parts from the Lulamoon to get my Shikune working. It should t-take a couple weeks of work, b-but…”
>”But what?”
>Trixie raises an eyebrow expectantly
>When you don’t answer, she crawls into bed next to you, wrapping the both of you in a blanket
>The shelter’s central heater kicks in again — probably triggered by the rush of cold air from Trixie opening the door — and douses the two of you in warm light
>Outside, the wind howls on and wave after wave of snow is piled up against the shelter’s tiny windows
>But inside, you and Trixie snuggle together, watching some gun-slinging skateboarding anime you can only describe as “radical”
“But…”
>You sigh
“I d-don’t mind if we take our time leaving.”

The End

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wb7cNEpBQPI

>>29393392
TrapLite and the non-canon threesome with TrapLight and Trixie will never continue

>>29399431
They will. Once TreeTwi is done, that'll be next on the trapping block.

>>29399418
glorious dykeshit

>>29399434
T-thanks senpai

Best of luck with your physics thing.

>>29399552
Good luck Jeff

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>>29399418
Just started reading this; very good.
>>29394857
>These bowls of cereal become far too common for Trixie.
>She can't find the patience within herself to make anything else; the girl goes through box after box of cereal with thoughts buzzing around in her head.
>Her life... everything about it, has become a highlight.
>There's someone out there who needs to be made known, almost like the catalyst to an adventure.
>Now that the next day is warmer, Trixie takes a walk outside and goes around the block several times. Imagining the scenery being the setting to the beginning of a movie that just so happens to be her life literally right now lmao.
>Trixie starts imitating movie music to herself and imagining beginning credit sequences all around her, going so far to imagine the prestige of this imaginary movie in her head.
>The Tale of The Great And Powerful Trixie part 1: The Secret Admirer. This is the beginning of a twisting and turning adventure with bizarre attributes.
>Trixie lays out all of the characters in the movie's plot as she imagines the words "Executive Producer - Trixie Lulamoon" and "Director of Photography" on the side of the house on the corner of the block.
>She hums in a higher tone to immerse her mind into the flutes, violins, violas, piccolos and clarinets playing.
>Why has this become so interesting?
>On her way back to her house, Trixie notices a paper flying with the wind right across her path.
>It's sudden position and apparent presence is so poignant to Trixie that she simply has to pick it up.
>And it's as though someone perfectly planned this, sonething that deeply impresses Trixie.
>[Thingking bout me?] Says the message on the paper.
>Trixie gets light headed and damn near falls to her knees with a heavy blush invading her face.
>This movie just won all of the oscars for her.

>>29399074
You fell for the bogpill meme.

>>29400435
dammit
oh well

>>29402550
Mike "LGBT BBQ" Pence approves that degeneracy.

>>29402798
Who doesn't love 'pizza'?

>>29402810
I had a friend who didn't. He even went as far as to say that cold pizza was disgusting.
Emphasis on the had.

>>29402826
I am not sure if you are an anon or a writefag

if you are just an anon then I will let you in on a secret the cold pizza debate caused a civil war with the writefags
we were split into different factions and the bloodshed was horrible
eventually the war ended and peace came but we lost a lot, for both sides

>>29402862
I was right though.

>>29403078
were you?
what side are you on?

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>>29398839
Just to point out, im none of the guys who replied

Your meme sounds like iceman btw so i invite you to go to the mother's point of start

Is she also a STAND user?

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>>29397651
Thats a Fluttershy

>>29403078
>Eating frozen pizza out of the box before even heating it because "your body is at like almost 100 degrees anyways so it'll be warm enough in your stomach dude"
Do you really wanna have that argument again? Everyone will see how crazy it is. You were about as wrong as humanly possible and I am accurately representing your views.

Hot Pizza > Cold Pizza

Cooking was one of the first things to truly differentiate man from beast. It was not just control of fire—any enterprising ape could interact with a flame. It was ingenuity and nuance, skill, talent. Taming the elements of the world and creating something new. Fire was always a destructive element—whether in the hands of man or its own—but here was palate, here was advancement to new sensations and emotions for the sake of abstract pleasure: a first footstep towards Humean hedonism, to empiricism and Romanticism. An artistry burgeoning even in the desperation of pre-lingual survival.

Cold pizza is anti-critical thinking. It is luddism. Disrespect. It's a trashing of the sacred foundational precepts of rationality and reason, equivalent to going out in public without bathing—it shows a total lack of care for yourself or the people around you, putting your own degenerate self-destruction on a display brazen. Consuming cold pizza, one glamorizes a kind of nihilistic way of life that even Ivan Karamazov would blush at. This anti-life streak within the ideology of the so-called liberal youth is the exact same kind of thing Jack Chick tried to warn us about in regards to Dungeons & Dragons. A pollution of mind and soul, gnawing... A myopic decay of the utmost horror beckoned forth and embraced by a cult of death.

Then again, we can't really be surprised that you of all people would eat cold pizza. You also waifu Coco. And Trashwhinny. Your bad taste is colored with such pinpoint precision, one must assume it is not the terrible content but the Platonic Ideal of terribleness itself that gets you off.

morning nst

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>>29403602
You also fell for the meme.
It's a /pol/ meme, by the way.
http://www.quickrundown.club/

>>29402862
>Writefriends arguing over pizza.
Well, it's like the oldest of arguments to have with someone so I am not surprised.

>>29404012
>Eating frozen pizza out of the box before even heating it because "your body is at like almost 100 degrees anyways so it'll be warm enough in your stomach dude
Now, that's retarded, but you are Ekwig, so I can't expect you to represent the actual argument of the opposing side in a fair way.

Cold pizza = Leftover pizza, which means it was cooked before hand but it was put in the fridge because no one wanted more pizza.

Now, I have read the rest of your pseudo-intellectual rant and I can agree that Jeff has bad taste, but cold pizza does not form part of it.

Also, I want to make a speech to any and all Chicagofags in this thread or just watching the catalog:
You are scum, do you know why you have the highest crime rate? Do you care? I know why. No, it's not because of gangs or "muh cops kill us". It's because of that disgusting shit you call pizza. Your people are tired of you lying to them even in pizza, the only thing that should, above all costs, be protected from degeneracy.

If you enjoy the monstrosity called "deepdish" and you are okay calling it a pizza I want you to do three things: 1), go to the balcony of the Trump Tower; 2), search for any group of antifa rioters; 3), and throw yourself to them. At least do something good for your country before you die.

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>>29404012
Simmer down, literal Trixie. Simmer down.

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>>29405304
>simmer down
more like shimmer down

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>>29405753

>>29405304
>Literal Trixie
I'm not autistic at all, never even been formally diagnosed, you can ask my psychologist. I just happened to play an autistic little girl in 3 of the 4 games you've DM'd.

>>29404784
I've never had a Chicago "pizza". Have you had Nebraskan pizza? It's Hawaii'an pizza, but with cream cheese all over it. And Communism.

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>>29400017
>Trixie begins to tremble, letting the paper shake in her hand.
>Her heart races, her eyes go glazed with bliss.
>The girl shudders and visible shivers as she stands there.
>Stands there for only a second.
>Trixie can't stop her legs from giving way; she drops to her knees.
>Biting her lip and making quiet grunting sounds to herself.
>Shivers assault her spine, her fingers still tremble with some sort of overwhelming delight.
>She NEEDS to know who this person is.
>Trixie lies down on the ground, and in a fit of playful excitement, she crawls all the way back over to her house and up to her room. Staying on the floor.
>Rolls around on the carpet with her arms and legs stretched out.
>Trixie sniffs the paper several times, sighing loudly in a low voice.
>She hugs herself and imagines someone with that super versatile stealth doing it.
>She doesn't even know whether or not this person is actually hugging her.
>These levels of stealth are unheard of; Trixie didn't see a SINGLE person outside.
>This thought is what makes Trixie's body heat up, her mind swim and her heart thunder in her chest.
>This is already the best Valentine's day she's ever had, and the holiday itself hasn't even come yet.
>At least not outside of Trixie's fluffy little world right now, the one where she brushed herself up against the carpet and feels the softness of her arms hold herself.
>After a few minutes, Trixie makes it up to her bed and starts to think up poems to herself.
>What if this person is making her poems right now?
>Trixie knows that they might as well know everything about her. She squeals at the thought.
>Getting under the covers and closing her eyes, even though it's the middle of the afternoon and she should be at school right now.
>Trixie hears a noise in her room.
>Could it be?

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>>29406503
Never had that, but at least it can be called a pizza, though the Communism must feel pretty sour on the palate.
Hawaii'an pizza is only for the patricians. Plebs can't and won't ever be able to appreciate it.

>>29404784
>/pol/len may may
you can stop anytime

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>>29406994
>Telling someone to stop.
You are just asking for it, f a m.

>>29407493
I want that mug

>>29408346
I want that twilight

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>>29407050
I am ready, baby

bring it on!

>>29408611
Now you are actually asking for it, so it's boring.

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>>29408655
You're not fun

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>>29409748

>>29409603

That is very cute! Where is that from?

>>29409804
no idea
but try looking it up on derpibooru

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>tfw you've been too busy dealing with your own stupidity and other hobbies to write about lesbians.

Finally sat down for five minutes and wrote. Minor Midnight Sparkle vs the World update later today.

>>29412201
>Two illegal alien horses do it while wearing lab coats while being in a humanoid form!
>One night only! On the Orgy Planet!

>>29412422
Ill take tickets for free

>>29412925
three not free

>>29412925
Not for free, you also don't get to bring friends.

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>>29413087
>you also don't get to bring friends

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>>29262916
>You can hardly believe your eyes or your ears
>”GIVE YOURSELVES UP! YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST!”
>They found you
>Bulk Biceps lumbers back as you climb to your feet and stare up at the police chopper, its blinding light shining down
>A low grumble erupts from Bulk’s mask as he stares you down
>”I suppose that’s enough for now. That luck of yours is going to run out soon...”
>The Demon’s voice resounds inside your head over the wail of police sirens and helicopters
“Hold on! This isn’t over!”
>You raise a bloodied stump at him, only to fall back to a knee as blinding pain flashes through your slowly healing body
>The Demon chuckles
>”What’s the rush?”
>A fierce gust of wind and a flurry of snow blows in as he marches away
>As you flinch at Bulk’s shambling frame, Indigo's voice bursts from your mouth
“Bulk wait! Don’t go!”
>Indigo cries out for him, but it’s too late
>The searchlight of the police chopper inexplicably burns out, shrouding you in darkness
“Son of a bitch!”
>You force yourself back onto your feet again, most of your wounds having healed
>”Fuck fuck FUCK!”
>Indigo curses as you look over your shoulder
>The gleam of your red eyes catches sight of figures storming over the frosty park grass
>They carry rifles and are clad in black armor
“Time to go!”
>You turn your back and sprint through the park tunnel that Bulk had emerged from as Indigo continues to swear
>”Damnit Shiney, why did you have to get Bulk involved! He’s just a—“
“Let’s talk about this when we’re not being chased by fucking SWAT teams!”
>You reach into your ragged jeans and pull out a pocket pistol, the only weapon you currently had on hand
>It wasn’t going to be enough, but you weren’t really looking to stay and fight anyway
>After what happened a few weeks back in the parking garage, the last thing you wanted to do was kill more cops

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>>29413563
>Emerging out of the tunnel brings you fairly close to the edge of the park, where the blue and red flashers of several squad cars are flaring
>You continue sprinting on, only to skid to a halt as another chopper’s searchlight races by
>Ducking behind a tree, the searchlight barely misses you
>”Every freaking cop in the city must be here!”
>After that stunt you pulled at Club Zero, you wouldn’t be surprised if Indigo was right
>With the police swarming in from all directions, it almost seems like there’s no escape
>”Sniper.”
“Eh?”
>You peer down at your shoulder, where a few bright red dots glow
“…”
>”MOVE!”
>A barrage of bullets tear apart the tree where you once stood
>Once more, the blinding light of a police chopper catches you, lighting the way for your attackers
“Damnit!”
>You raise your pistol and fire a few blind shots at your pursuers whilst running
>”Dude look out!”
>Reaching the perimeter of the park brings you face to face with as many as a dozen cops, their guns trained on you as they take position behind their cars
“GET OUT OF MY WAY!”
>There is no call for surrender, no Miranda rights are read on your part
>Every officer there opens fire as you charge their barricade
>”AAAAAHHH! JUST KILL THEM!”
“NOOOO!"
>An officer blasts a bullet directly into your face as you shove him aside, his body denting the door and breaking the window of a parked squad car
>A swipe of your hand is enough to backhand another officer to the ground while a kick to the gut sends another officer reeling onto the hood of his car
>For a single moment, you feel overcome with rage and compelled to give into Indigo’s demands
>And yet, you’re just barely able to stave off the rage of Energy X
>You run off into the city, leaving a trail of your own blood in your wake as the chopper gives chase

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>>29413598
>The park is long behind you by the time you’ve regained your wits
>”h-Hey Shining?”
>Exhaling, you look about and find yourself hugging the wall of an alleyway
>”I really fucking hate these guys.”
“They… they must know it’s us.”
>”What?”
“It’s gotta be more than Club Zero. They know we’re responsible for killing those 6 officers.”
>”Shit! So now it’s a manhunt?”
>Indigo appears by your side, her face contorted into a feral snarl
>”I saw we drop another six, make it a dirty dozen!”
>You sneer at her
“Yeah, just kill every poor bastard they throw our way."
>”Why the fuck not!? It’s been working!”
>The two of you look as if you’d tear each other apart, just like old times, when the roar of the chopper rears its ugly head
>”DROP YOUR FIREARM AND PUT YOUR HANDS AGAINST THE WALL!”
>Yet another searchlight falls on you
“Fuck off!”
>You raise your pocket pistol and open fire
>The bullets plink off of the chopper before a lucky blast extinguishes the light
>Knowing they would close in on you soon, you take off once more down the alleyway
>"Let's try the firescape, we can make it to the rooftops!"
"One of the choppers could see that."
>”Then where to?"
>If going up wasn't an option, then…
“The sewers!”
>You stumble to a halt in front of a steaming manhole
>Lifting the cover up with one hand, you look down into the abyss below
>”There he is!”
>Several officers round the corner ahead and spot you
>Raising the manhole cover, you block several bullets before tossing it at them and hopping down
>The overwhelming stench hits you before your feet splash through the knee high waste and touch the ground
>”Fucking disgusting.”
>Though it is pitch black dark down here, your eyes manage to light the way as you take off down the sewers

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>>29413625
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcyqVovQemQ
>Slowed down by the cold muck, you force yourself onward before climbing onto a dry ledge
>Bloodied, battered, and covered with waste, you begin to wonder once again just how much more you can take?
>You were shot up pretty bad back there, so much so that you nearly went berserk again
>Even so, those cops couldn’t hurt you like Richie did
>Maybe you really could’ve just killed them all, but that’s something you don’t want to dwell on
>”Where are we going?”
“I… I don’t know. Just gotta keep…. putting more distance.”
>Exhausted, you hang your head low and sigh
>From the side of your peripheral vision, you see Indigo frowning down at you
>”Just let me handle it. Let me take control and we’ll get rid of them.”
>You shake your head
“I don’t want another massacre.”
>”What about all those gangsters back at Club Zero? Don’t tell me that wasn’t a massacre.”
“That… that was different. They fucked me, they went after Cadence. These cops are just doing their job.”
>”Bullshit, you said it yourself. They’re out for our blood."
>She rolls her eyes as the blare from a flashlight begins to crawl around the corner
>”They’re coming…”
>Gritting your teeth, you glance around before spotting a small tunnel down in the muck
>Dropping down into the sewage water, you rush into the tunnel
>”I think I heard something. Over here!”
>Unfortunately, you find that the tunnel has been caved in
>It's a dead end
>”This is it man.”
“God damnit."
>It almost seems like the world just wants you to tear these people apart
>Indigo chuckles into your ear as you slide your back against the wall
>”Sucks to be them.”
>You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand as the footsteps draw closer
>Raising your pistol, you grit your teeth and rush out into the open

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>>29413656
>Your eyes widen as a miasma of light surrounds you
>Before you can squeeze the trigger, an explosive blast of noise deafens you
>Pain shoots up your back and causes your entire body to spasm
>The firearm in your hand disintegrates into ashes whilst what remains of your ruined shirt is reduced to nothing
>Opening your mouth to shout in horror, this all suddenly ends
“URF!”
>You drop to your knees onto what feels like a warm stone floor
>Temporarily blinded, you see nothing save a flash of light in your eyes while you rub at your face
>”What the fuck!? Where are we?”
>Grunting, you run a hand over your shoulder as you begin to stand and find that you are missing your helmet…. and your clothes
“Did I black out?”
>”No, I would’ve remembered if you did”
>”You’re a very lucky man.”
>Your body grows rigid
>As vision returns, you see that you are standing in the middle of a small chamber lined with bookshelves, torches, paintings, and other stranger archaic looking devices
>Looming over you is a man you might not have recognized if not for his rough voice and his fierce glare
“Tirek!”
>Neither the frail old man nor the fierce monstrous centaur from before, Tirek stands before you in the guise of a tall and healthy looking old man in a dark business suit
“What the Hell is this?! How did I get here!?”
>”And where are your clothes?”
“And where are my clothes?!”
>Tirek scoffs at you and points down at the stone floor you stand upon
>You look to your feet and see that you are standing in the middle of a chalky white pentagram
>”Any material possessions you had on you were disintegrated by my summoning ritual”
“Summoning ritual?”
>Stepping out of the pentagram, you stare down at your steaming hot skin as it slowly heals itself of its burns
“What the Hell are you talking about? Where am I?!”

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>>29413685
>Tirek sneers as you stomp toward him
>”You’re in my home Shining Armor, or what’s left of it."
>As you get up in his face, Tirek waves a hand in front of his nose
>”You reek of shit. Please, don’t touch anything.”
“You…. you’ve been watching me? Spying on me with your magic?”
>Tirek rolls his eyes
>”Bah, Sunset asked me to use my magic to check up on you from time to time. I saw you running through the streets and diving into the sewers like a madman, so I took action.”
“How long have you been watching me? What have you seen?”
>The old warlock snorts at you
>”I have better things to do than to constantly watch over you.”
>”Says the all-powerful NEET.”
>His glare slowly morphs into a grin
>”You seem worried. Afraid I saw something you’d rather keep secret?"
>You glare at him as he chuckles
“I don’t know what Sunset saw in you, but don’t think I’ve forgotten what happened between us.”
>”Oh yes yes, I’ll NEVER forget."
>”Hey…”
>Indigo pops up by your side and waves her hand in front of his face as he continues to snicker
>”Heh, just checking.”
>She disappears as Tirek resumes his glare
>”Now then, the next time you see my apprentice you can let her know that I’ve been quite a lot of help. This should be evidence enough of my…. reformation.”
“Reformation?”
>You had nearly forgotten the reason why you let Tirek live in the first place
>Sunset believed in her old master, and to her credit he did just help you escape from the Law
>”Hmph, maybe this will be enough to get her out of my hair for a while."
>Tirek turns his back on you and takes a seat at his desk beside an old tome lit by candlelight
>”You may leave now.”
“… fine.”
>”Forgetting something Champ?”
"Hm?"
>"Heh, doesn't it feel a little drafty in here?"
>You blush as Indigo chortles
“Son of a…. you got any spare clothes?”

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>>29413713
>Tirek looks up from his book and sighs
>”I have a change of clothes in my drawers over there, as well as some cash and a phone. Take it and get out."
>He begins to grumble to himself, and you leave him be
>As you dig through his drawer, you mutter a thanks and fish out some dress clothes
>Checking the spare phone of his, you see that it’ll be dawn soon
“What a night.”
+++
>The sun’s rays reach out across the horizon as you emerge from the taxi
>You wear a black suit a size too big, you stink of sewage and blood, and every bone in your body aches, but at least you’re home
>Trudging over the frosty grass, you reach the front door only to remember that your keys were disintegrated
>After a short sigh, you knock
>A few moments later, the door unlatches and creeps open a sliver
>”Shining?”
>You come face to face with Gilda’s golden eye
>”What the fuck happened?”
“Richie was an interesting guy.”
>She opens up the door and relaxes, revealing the Uzi in her hand
>”What’s with the monkey suit?"
“Don’t ask.”
>You step inside and close the door before laying eyes on her freshly bandaged arm
>Gilda notices your stare and chuckles
>”Your ex fixed me up. She left the bullet in though, said it’d be safer instead of taking it out.”
>She gives you a wide smile whilst displaying her arm
>”I get to live the rest of my life with a hunk of lead stuck in me, how about that?"
“Cadence, she’s alright?”
>”Hm? Oh yeah, she’s over in the kitchen.”
>You run a hand through your hair
“Thank fucking God.”
>She gives your shoulder a light punch and smiles
>”Hey, I think I’m gonna go ahead and pass out.”
>Raising your head, you smile at her
“Sleep all you want, you earned it.”
>”Damn straight I did.”
>Gilda suppresses a yawn whilst walking up the stairs
>”I guess I take back what I said about her definitely dying and all.”
“Told you Gilda could handle it.”

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>>29413764
>Staring down the hall, you linger for just a moment before pushing onto the kitchen
>Sunlight peers in through the window on a woman sitting at your table
>She leans back into her seat with her eyes closed and her hands clasped around a mug of coffee
“Morning Cadence.”
>Her eyes flip open and the two of you stare at one another
>Slowly, she adopts a smile
>”Good morning Shiney.”
>A part of you really thought you’d never see her again, not after the way you broke up with her
>”Coffee?”
>Indigo’s suggestion sounds like a damn good one to you
>Turning away, you walk over to the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup
>You feel like you'll need it
>”I’m sorry.”
>Still silent, you take your coffee you walk over to the table and sit across from her
>She continues to smile, but she won’t look you in the eye
>”You’re not a monster.”
“…”
>You stare down at your coffee
>”And I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you so much. I just… I never thought when we got back together that it would be like this."
>Raising your mug of coffee to your lips, you pause and let her words bounce around in your head
“I never wanted any of this for you either but…”
>The mug of coffee shakes in your grip as you lower it to the table
“… but I still wanted us to be together. I wanted it to work out. I loved you.”
>You lift your head up and look straight at her
“I still love you.”
>Cadence’s eyes widen
>”Heh, knew it!”
>You sigh and run a hand through your hair before setting it down on the table
>To your shock, it’s only a moment later that Cadence lays her hand atop yours
>”m-Maybe we could try again?”
>Her hand is soft, and her touch warms your cold skin
“Cadence…”

>>29413829
“… no.”
>Her smile crumbles as remove your hand from hers
“Listen, it’s not safe for you here anymore, and I can’t promise I’ll be able to save you the next time something like this happens.”
>Cadence raises an eyebrow
>”What are you saying?"
>You raise your mug and down some of your lukewarm coffee before explaining your plan
“I’ll let you stay here for a while, it’ll be safer here with me and Gilda and— "
>"And Midnight?"
>"a-and it’ll be safe. But you can't stay here forever. You have to leave town.”
>She scowls at you
>”Leave town? This is my home, I can't just leave!"
>You scowl right back at her
“When we were in the Everfree, you begged me to run away with you. You didn't care about this place then.”
>Her scowl dissipates
>”I wanted to start over some place new… but with you.”
>Her frown hits you like a punch to the gut
“Cadence... gah, listen. I just learned a little while ago that I’m going to inherit some money. Just tell me how much you'll need and I’ll give it to you.”
>”However much I… dear god.”
>She buries her face into the palm of her hand
>”It’s like a divorce.”
>”Heh”
>You continue to sip your coffee as the kitchen falls quiet
>Now you would have to get a hold of Harshwhinny and convince her to let you dip into your father’s savings, but after last night’s exchange you didn’t think it would be too much trouble
>“Shining, is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Hm?”
>”Is there another reason why you’re doing this? Why you want me out of your life so bad?”
“….”
>Your thoughts drift back to Sweet Apple Acres as the scent of apples fill your nostrils
“I think it’s just for the best if we moved on.”
>”…. fine.”
>You get up from your seat and walk over to the coffee pot
>As you pour yourself a second cup, Cadence says something that stops your heart
>”I want to talk to Twilight.”

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>>29413872
>Be Twilight Sparkle
>”Twiley?”
>A woman’s voice calls your name
>”You should wake up sweetie. You don’t want to miss school do you?”
>Your eyes flutter open as you raise your head off the pillow
>In the dark of your room sits a figure on your bedside
>”Good morning.”
“Cadence?”
>She smiles down at you
>”It’s been a while hasn’t it?“
“Cadence!”
>Her eyes widen as you bolt up and embrace her
>”t-Twiley?!”
>You briefly wonder if you're dreaming as you snuggle into her soft chest
“I missed you~”
>Cadence tenses up, but slowly her arms wrap around and hug back
“What are you doing here?”
>”Well, it’s a long story but… hmph.”
>Disentangling, you look up at her
>There’s a shiny bruise on her cheek
“Did something happen? Hey wait... a-are you and Shiney back together?”
>A hopeful smile creases across your face
>”No.”
>The smile disappears as quickly as it came
>”Your brother is letting me stay here for a little bit, for my safety.”
“Your safety?”
>She nods her head
>”I’m sure this is a lot to take in, but… but why don’t I explain over breakfast. Would you like me to make you something?”
>You scratch the side of your head
“s-Sure…”
>”Omelettes?”
>You nod
>”OK.”
>Cadence bends down and plants a kiss on your forehead before opening the shades and letting a burst of sunlight into the room
"Gah!"
>She chuckles and exits the room as you shield your eyes
>Sitting in silence, your mind begins to race
“Cadence, did Shiney ever tell you about… Treehugger?”
>You glare down at your sheets as you remember the strange woman that helped him before
“Bleh!"
>Never have you felt so happy and so confused at the same time
>Cadence is back, and yet things are clearly not alright
>Still, you can’t also help but wonder if now there’s a chance
>A chance that the woman you had long looked up to as an older sister might stay in your life
>Beside your brother

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>>29413914
And that's all I got for now folks! Hope ya'll enjoy

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>>29406627
>Trixie lies down, peeking out of the covers, wondering how this secret admirer could have followed her home so easily.
>How they even found a way into her house after she locked the door.
>this person is good; REALLY good.
>Trixie is absolutely flattered that they have such an interest in her. Maybe they can teach her their secrets after a little... fun time.
>Maybe even during it.
>A few excited giggles escape Trixie as she peers around her room.
>No one is to be seen, but they're definitely in here. Trixie feels herself becoming enamored.
>Very... VERY... enamored.
>The intensity of the moment radiates through her body, shaking Trixie out of the covers with a goofy smile on her face.
>She slinks out of the bed and creeps around her room in a cartoonish fashion, searching for the welcomed intruder.
>"Trixie heard you were stalking her." Trixie begins in a breathy, expressive voice. "You have a skill only a fellow illusionist like Trixie can recognize. She applauds your skill. She... admires your skill."
>Trixie's breathing starts to become shaky, and she continues creeping around her room humming more music to herself.
>Pretending this is the best scene of the movie.
>The scene where she meets her... lover. Even though she's totally not taken in by their charming abilities at all. No, not at all!
>Trixie's simply... impressed.
>Really really impressed.
>This secret admirer remains hidden from view. Trixie can't find anyone anywhere.
>Only becoming more and more enthusiastic with the current chain of events.
>Until...
>Trixie's secret admirer makes herself VERY apparent to the girl.
>Standing right in front of her.
>Now exchanging nervous, blushing glances with her admirer, Trixie gazes straight into the mirror.
>Gazing into those beautiful purple eyes.
>The eyes of a girl who snuck that note to her, went home with her, followed her every entranced twist and turn all the way up to this musing moment.
>"Hey there, sweetheart."

>>29413951
Very good update. I did indeed enjoy.

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>>29396582

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>>29412415

>Granted, not outside of the planet, but perhaps a few continents away.
>Maybe Prance; keep them occupied until you could come up with an actual plan.
>All you know is chucking them to Equestria is out of the question, as well as the idea of ripping a portal to Equestria at all.
>The last thing you needed was Twilight's counterpart having a reason to get involved in this mess your situation was quickly turning into.
>You fucking hate this.
>During most of the day you had thoughts of what you would be doing that night, if not your anger at Twilight, to serve as a welcome distraction.
>Yet with your newfound freedom at night, coupled with the issue of the Dazzlings, you're now constantly impatient and ready to take action.
>Talk to Sunset, get rid of the Dazzlings one way or another, and fix this mess you got yourself into.
>Then... you'd figure the rest out when you could.
>Probably try to work out getting your own body and cutting yourself off from your purple host.
>The rest of Gym class is still a slog that no amount of theorizing on getting your own body can dull, so you pick the conversation up again as Twilight heads into the showers.
"At least tell Applejack after class. She's probably going to be the most accepting, since she has a habit of being able to tell when someone's lying."
>Okay, so you were definitely showing favoritism for Applejack at this point, but she was the only one who you probably could converse with without worrying about all of the girls bringing the hammer down on you.
>That, and she was also smart enough to not use her massive amounts of strength against you in fear of hurting Twilight, possibly even be convinced to leave you be if you played it right.
>Twilight doesn't respond, but the slight incline of the head is enough to know she got the message, possibly even agreed with you.
>A small smile graces your lips, the feeling of contentment only magnified when she steps beneath the warm water.

>>29400017
I remember doing that when I was younger.
Except the movie was pretty "crawling in my skin" tier.

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>>29415878

>Sadly all good things must come to an end, and Twilight is clean and dressed in the span of a few minutes.
>Applejack is too, and you can already tell how this is going to play out.
>The bearer of Honesty tries to be nonchalant about it, taking her sweet time and making sure she has everything, even working on homework for a bit since Gym is basically over in all but the bell ringing, but you can see the ruse.
>Really, you didn't expect Applejack of all people to attempt to be subtle about anything, let alone waiting for the locker room to empty out so that she could corner Twilight and get some answers.
>You only know so because it's so blatantly obvious from the occasional glances at Twilight you catch through her eyesight.
>It's cute, in a way that shows the complete lack of anything regarding subtle from the farm girl's attempts.
>Even Twilight notices it, as you can feel the concern and worry so heavily off of her you swear you can taste it.
>You even go so far as to stick your tongue out, just to test it.
>Thankfully you aren't assaulted by raw emotions or pure salinity, so that was nice.
>"Twi... what's goin' on?"
>Focusing back on Twilight's senses again, you find that the two are the only ones in the girls' locker room, Applejack having tossed on her backpack and stepping in front of the purple teen before she could clear the door.
>Twilight's biting her lower lip so hard you're pretty sure she's about to start bleeding, so you speak up.
"Twilight, what's the worst Applejack could do to you, honestly?"
>Your host gulps, and when she speaks, it's with an obvious stutter.
"W-Well... I... u-um..."
>Applejack sighs, putting a hand on Twilight's shoulder, which gets a flinch out of her.
>The farm girl holds her ground, looking your host dead in the eye.
>"Sugarcube, whatever's goin' on, ah'm not gonna judge ya for it. Just..."
>Applejack sighs.
>"Twilight, please don't lie to me about this. I'm worried about ya."

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>>29392670
What is the context of that image?

Sci Twi, Best Twi, Trixie, Sunset, Starlight, and Moondancer doing nerdy shit?

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>>29415919

>For once, you don't try to push your violet host, even if you're practically ready to start yelling at her to get it over with.
>A frown forms on your lips.
>You have some level of self control, and you are NOT going to let the underlying irritation in Twilight's head dictate what you do.
"M-Midnight."
>One of Applejack's eyebrows quirks up.
>"Beg 'pardon?"
>Knowing she can't stop now, Twilight starts explaining, and the longer she goes on, the faster the confession starts tumbling out.
>our lips twist from a frown into a smirk.
"M-Midnight Sparkle. Sh-She's still in my head, but... s-she's... not trying to take over again. She helped me out when I was having nightmares, and we started talking in my dreams, but since I woke up we've been going from talking to fighting to talking again and she's reacting to things so quickly I can't keep up and Sunset barely knows what's going on and... and..."
>Your smirk dissolves when you feel a few stray tears running down your host's face.
"I-I don't want to lose anyone, Applejack. Not you, or Sunset, or Rainbow Dash, OR Midnight. I have friends, real friends, and a g-girlfriend. I finally stopped having nightmares since the Friendship Games, and now my literal inner demon is trying to be a better person."
>It takes a moment for you to realize you're not entirely disgusted with Twilight's admission of fear.
>You're more concerned about the fact that she cares, though you hate to admit it.
>Sure, you still didn't want to 'die' and fade back into her emotions, repressed or otherwise, but with how things have been today...
>Your hands start wringing themselves before you're even fully aware what you're doing.
"Fuck..."
>Your violet host winces at your curse, or maybe it's the fact that Applejack has taken her hand off of her shoulder and taken a step back.
>"That's... that's a lot to take in, sugarcube."
>Rolling your eyes, you fold your arms across your chest, even if you know neither of them can see you.

>>29414315
What?

>>29415943
>What is the context of that image?
Are you legit autistic?


Also, sorry Midzek.

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>>29415981

"Try going from acting on pure instinct and emotion to actually having self control..."
>Twilight doesn't respond, either not hearing you or too focused on Applejack.
>The blonde-haired teenager drums her fingers against her crossed arms, thinking for a moment, before she lets out an even sigh.
>"Does Sunset know?"
"Y-Yeah."
>"The other girls?"
>Twilight winces.
"N-No. You're the first person I told."
>"Why?"
>The purple teen pauses, so you decide to speak up, since you're the one who pushed her to start it.
"I trust her."
>"Twi?"
"S-She trusts you."
>Applejack raises an eyebrow.
"M-Midnight. She's been trying to get me to tell you about her since you overheard us."
"Been thinking about it since this morning, honestly."
>The bearer of Honesty's expression softens, just a bit.
>"...Alright."
>As Twilight lets out a sigh, Applejack leads your violet host out of the gym as the final bell rings.
>"I, uh... I appreciate the honesty, Twi. I know that was a little rough, but ah'm just worried. You 'n Sunset 've been actin' weird all day..."
>The two share a chuckle.
>"Guess ah know why, now..."
"R-Right. Sorry. Just... l-like I said, today's been..."
>She fumbles for the right word.
"Crazy."
>You pull yourself from Twilight's senses after you say the word, just barely aware of them in case something interesting happens, and fold your arms behind your head, letting yourself drift in the purple miasma of her mind.
>One down, about four more to go, at least.
>Hopefully Applejack won't even have to get involved with the Dazzlings, but if she knows about you, and that you're not hostile to her, then at the very least you could try to get her to help...
>Maybe.
>Damnit, this day has been a mess.
>A familiar voice draws your attention back to Twilight's sense, though you still let yourself drift.
>You can't see Applejack, so you assume that the two parted ways.
>Twilight's walking through the student parking lot, thumbs behind the straps of her backpack.

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>>29416051

>"Hey Twi..."
>Sunset's voice is tired, a half-smoked cigarette held lazily in-between her fingers.
"Y-You okay?"
>"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry."
>The red-and-yellow haired girl stabs the lit tobacco into the heel of her boot, making sure it's out, before tossing it into a nearby trashcan.
>"Rough day. You?"
"S-Same..."
>The two lean into one another as they start walking back to Sunset's place, and you pull back your senses until you can only hear them, going back to your endless drifting.
>You're going to have so much to explain to Sunset when night comes, let alone what you're planning to do tonight if you have the time.
>Hearing only a recap of today's events from Twilight, you pull yourself away from her as much as you can, wrap yourself in your wings, and do the closest thing to sleeping you can achieve while stuck in the girl's mind.
>Once you're able to take her body for a walk, you have the distinct impression that it's going to be a long night.
>You are Midnight Sparkle, and for once in your relatively short life, you are mentally exhausted.

>You are (once again) Sunset Shimmer.
>On the way back home, without even breaking stride with Twilight, you toss your half-full pack of cigarettes into a trash can.
>You were both already dealing with a lot of crap today; Twilight fretting over your health wasn't something either of you needed.
>Besides, you seriously needed to kick the habit.
>It wasn't like you could just hop back to Equestria and ask Princess Twilight for some Bits because you were spending a good chunk of your money from Equestria on smokes.
>Well, you could, but you didn't want to sit through another lecture on the 'dangers of smoking' or whatever crap CHS' health program insisted on teaching, let alone your girlfriend's Equestrian counterpart worrying about tar buildup in your lungs.
>"Kiddo, overthinking things. Pay attention to the cute purple nerd on your shoulder."

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>>29416111

All I've got for now, sorry. Might write up more tomorrow, since I'm finally out of this slog.

Gonna be honest here, I didn't plan for a single school day to be this long, it just sort of happened and I decided to just get through it. Next updates will have actually interesting stuff.

Pastebin, as usual: http://pastebin.com/RKdTNpbW

>>29416155
Just read the entire green again, pretty good.
I think I love your Midnight.

>>29418487
Midzek really knows how to write midnighsts well

>>29414315
I didn't expect these feels. Or this boner

>>29418997
aalways expect both

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>>29409748
While you were begging for (You)'s, he was studying THE BLADE.

>>29420089
what a smart man and he is honorable too with his katana skills

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>>29414315
>Trixie smiles at her reflection that smiles back.
>Feeling the warmth radiating back at her, the love in that stare.
>Those eyes of her lover really are something to get lost into.
>Especially with that desiring look in them, they're very affectionate for Trixie.
>"So... you wanted to ask Trixie something, she presumes?" Trixie waltzes over to her bed and reaches under.
>"Why, yes. Trixie happened to hide something in here a couple of days ago without you knowing."
>"What is it?"
>"Reach under your bed."
>The sly grin on Trixie's admirer's face is all the girl needed to know just how good she is at making things work.
>She has no idea how she managed to get something in here, let alone sneak in to begin with, but the very thought of someone so... cunning is a must keep in Trixie's mind.
>"What's this?" Trixie pulls out a box from under the bed.
>"An early Valentine's day present. Trixie made it especially for you."
>"Do you want Trixie to open it now?"
>Trixie's admirer nods from the mirror, and Trixie opens the little red box, which hadn't even been wrapped before.
>She pulls out a half of a tiny heart figurine, carefully carved out of wood and painted a deep pink.
>It's almost shaped like a rain drop.
>Or a tear drop.
>"Oh..." Trixie instantly admires the handy skills it must have taken to make this, then go the extra mile to somehow hide it in her room. "You've gone so far out of your way... but... where's the other half?"
>Trixie looks over to her admirer, who is already holding the other half in her hand. It looks exactly identical to the half Trixie holds.
>"I've had it with me, waiting for you to discover your half." The admirer says with a wide grin.
>Trixie slowly steps up to the mirror, lost in the eyes of her admirer who steps closer to her as well.
>They do their best to embrace one another. Trixie sniffling as she presses her forehead against the forehead of her admirer.

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>>29420664
>"Trixie made this just for you." Trixie's admirer holds her half of the heart figurine up to its symmetrical counterpart.
>The two halves clack together with the hands of each girl holding their side.
>It fits together perfectly no matter how nervously twitchy Trixie's hand gets.
>Making a perfect heart.
>Trixie tries to hold her admirer even tighter now, fogging up the mirror with her shuddering breathing.
>"Will you be Trixie's Valentine this year?"
>"Yes. Trixie would love to."
>Trixie lets out a stuttered sigh, looking down as her eyes cloud up.
>"Trixie promises you won't be alone this year. I promise with my whole heart."
>"I promise with my whole heart."

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>>29420669
And that's the end.
>>29418997
>>29415896
>>29416015
What'd you guys think?

>>29420669
>>29420685
F-fuck, dude

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>>29420685
THIS WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL!

Pretty good, soldier.

>>29420685
You write your green almost like prose. Do you have a Fimfic?

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>>29420423
*teleports behind you*

RULES OF NATURE

>>29420742
where is that metal gear rising twi picture when I need it

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>>29421175
WASH AWAY THE ANGER

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>>29421218

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>>29421218
I meant this one
RULES OF NATURE

goodnight nst

>>29422655
I have become death, the destroyer of cunts.

>>29423275
Cunts as in people or cunts as in vaginas

>>29423714
Both, my British cunt.

>>29423866
Im American you pleb

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>>29420719
>>29420700
Thanks, guys.
>>29420723
I have one, but there's nothing on it related to this thread or related to pretty much anywhere on this board I post things.
Here's an extra part I just thought of, but it's kinda not part of the whole story because happy ending:
>Valentine's Day soon rolls around, and Trixie keeps the little half heart thing with her because it just means that much to her.
>She gets ready to do... things with herself as the daylight fades in and Valentine's Day begins.
>But she notices something peculiarly different about the mirror in her room.
>It appears to have been replaced with a fancier mirror, one that almost looks like its face resembles the surface of the mirror portal to the pony world in front of Canterlot High.
>This confuses Trixie, but she nostalgically holds the heart figurine up to the mirror anyway because she's that desperate to give herself a good time on this day.
>But something strange happens when the heart makes contact with the mirror.
>The surface glows, and soon enough, the Trixie from the Equestrian world comes stepping out of the mirror.
>She meets eyes with the human world's Trixie right away, and stands there with love striking her heart.
>She's been doing this exact same type of thing the other Trixie was doing for Hearts and Hooves Day.
>And now here they are... both in human form. Staring eachother in the eyes, having planned to have fun with their reflections while pretending it was clones of themselves.
>"Uh... hey..." The Trixie native to the human world gasps as her legs begin to shake.
>The Equestrian Trixie repeats the same greeting, starting to eye her counterpart up and down.
>They both begin to blush heavily as they realize what they are now capable of doing.
>Each Trixie steps closer to the other, taken away by the fact that they are now feeling actual warmth in what they embrace.
>The door to Trixie's room is already locked.

>>29425762
I will say it again, there is no purest form of love than selfcest, because the love of self is the greatest kind of love a person has for a long time.

>>29425762
SELFCEST YEAH

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>>29424369

The Shimmigrants have to go back to their own world
It is the will of Kek

REMINDER THAT DeLancie BTFO'D US:
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1w00vmM1bvS

>>29426980
rub it twi

>>29426731
He's just mad that Twilight destroyed his interdimensional portal machine.

>>29426731
Why is Discord so mean?

>>29426731
I can't be too mad at him
I only started to watch MLP because I heard about Discord being just a Q reference

Oh, and to any Flutterfags in this thread, Discord is confirmed to have a relationship with Fluttershy.

>>29428358
Explain, shitstain.

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>>29428477
Yes, let the salt flow through you.

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>>29429814

>>29429814
>inb4 books are not canon.
Keep telling yourself that.

>>29429814
>implying that was real
>implying Hasbro would let another staff member anywhere near /mlp/ after Faust
>Implying even if they did, they would let him deliberately demonize us

>>29430070
That's not what matters, what matters is the book, the other shit in the cap is irrelevant to your current status as a cuck.


>they would let him deliberately demonize us
How can you demonize Fluttercucks when they are irrelevant?

>>29414327
Glad to hear it man.
I enjoyed the twist in Trixie's tale myself.

>>29430070
This is revenge for r9klight

>>29430081
Dude I'm not even a Flutterfag. This has nothing to do with that.

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>>29431007
Thanks, man.
>>29426010
>>29425965
Here we fucking go.
>Hands are sent onto not-so-unfamiliar bodies. Trixie already knows how to undo all of her own clothes, making it easier for her and her lover to undress eachother.
>They furiously kiss and embrace as though they never intend to let go; and they might as well never do so anyway.
>Trixie directs Trixie over to the bed, plopping down with lips still locked and eager hands pulling shirts and skirts up.
>Trixie's tongue in each mouth doesn't feel foreign at all, their breath doesn't seem to be registered by their brains.
>Nothing tastes different when they deeply kiss to the point of swapping saliva. It's as though Trixie is licking the inside of her own mouth from the outside.
>It only makes the comfort more solidified for both of the girls.
>The heart shaped wooden figure lies on its side on the nearby desk, now together as one piece.
>Trixie and Trixie hug hard and rub their chests against one another as their kissing refuses to break for anything.
>Breasts mash up against one another, hands travel behind bodies to squeeze round ass cheeks.
>Moaning is exchanged between the two girls as they feel themselves up against eachother. No longer having to consider a mirror being between them.
>Their body heat fuses as the clothes are moved out of the way. Trixie reaches between the other Trixie's lets, her fingers knowing EXACTLY where to go to really get things going.
>She isn't surprised to feel the same thing happening to her.
>She welcomes it, leaning herself into the other Trixie and spreading her legs, surrendering herself to her clone as the two roll around on the soft surface of the bed and enjoy not only themselves, but eachother.
>Shaky breathing turns to quivering moaning as fingers slide deeper, fondling enough to get themselves coated more and more in moisture.
>The two Trixies grow really flushed in the faces, and do their best to last as long as they can.

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Would you?
_____I would.

>>29432308
She's a qt. I feel like there's a catch here though. Is she a demon or something? If just a normal mare then yes, I totally would.

>>29432321
Offspring of Scitwi and Timber.

>>29432331
Yeah nah I changed my mind.

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>>29432343
>He wouldn't fuck her
She needs a good dicking, Anon
Why not?

>>29432351
Twi needs a good dicking fromm sunset

>>29432351
Because for me to stick my dick into anything that isn't human, I have to really like it. I like Twilight, I like Celestia, I like Rarity, and I like many other ponies. I don't like Timber and I most certainly wouldn't like his offspring.

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Posting finale from Moblight. Thoughts? Apart from the blank background of course.

>>29432538
I like your drawings a lot.

>>29432120
So I guess you are not: >>29428477
Poor thing, must be crying his eyes out.

>>29432308
That wouldn't exist as a pony though, pone Twilight wants the Flash dick.

>>29432789
So you're saying I have a fan?

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>>29432896
You could say that.

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>>29432940
That's encouraging. Thanks for making my night, Anon.

>>29432538
>tfw you will never anger someone enough that they separate themselves from the time stream and swear to spend eternity killing every version of you across the multiverse

>>29433381
I still think that what he did to his own Twilight was totally right.

>>29433519
Well yeah. That was a cunt thing to do. Discord did nothing wrong.

>>29432538
That looks really cool! Nice work man

Anon: lel 9mm

>>29433381
>Not knowing Iceman literally wrote a "every Timber in the multiverse gets genocided" green

>>29433551
R9Klight did nothing wrong either

>>29434071
He also said that everyone he killed would appear in Equestria and would fuck Twilight

>>29434243
>Not posting the picture.
Faggot.

>>29434071
You're saying that like any other multiverse story holds a candle to Moblight

>>29434654
Not to be a dick, but it becomes a multiverse story at the end of the green so, most do.

>>29435638
Great green nevertheless, though.

>>29435638
Looks like somebody didn't read the story. There were hints all over the place to tell what the ending would be. The multiverse didn't just come out of nowhere.

>>29435770
There where hints about the twist (Literally fuck off, it's not funny) of Discord being the bad guy, the multiverse twist was different in the sense the only hints are Discord doing that Batman bullshit and saying certain things.

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>>29435932
>literally fuck off it's not funny

someone thinks it's funny

>>29435932
Speaking of twists, would would Big Brother Shining Armor do if Discord spent 10 years getting close to Twilight only to reveal he was a time traveller hellbent on killing her? Would Shiny even live that long in Discord's plan?

>>29436356
Remember that he has all the time in the universe to do that.
He would probably have killed Shining indirectly during the war.

>>29436410
>I've seen a timeline where you and your brother became demons. I'm a serial killer, not a monster hunter, so I decided it'd be in everyone's best interest if he had an "accident" back in the war.
>Now I've got demons up my ass and I'm all out of guns so I guess this didn't go as well as I would have hoped.
>Oh well, at least we had fun. Right, Twilight?
>Twilight?

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>>29434071
Hey guys, this is literally 100% Iceman and my kosher meat beats for Timber Spruce, so here's some erotica from my own heart

>I, Iceman, swore I could smell Timber's strong, earthy musk the second he walked into the Camp Everfree cafeteria
>He smelled like fresh soil, greenery, and—most importantly—sweat
>Sure, everything smells like that at camp
>There were always some campers out doing some gardening
>Sun was beating down on everyone, and Bulk Biceps might as well be renamed Body Odor due to just how rank he could get
>Camp Everfree hits you on the nose before anything else
>But no, seeking out Timber's smell was something I— 100% Iceman—was getting quite good at
>I'd like to think, at least
>But then there was that wretched girl, stealing him away from me...
>She'd always stand next to him, giggling, putting her hands on his chest and blushing furiously
>THAT COULD BE ME!
"Sigh" I, definitely Iceman, said aloud as I sat at my usual spot, eating a delicious kosher meal my Jewish mother had packed for me
>"It's not polite to stare, you know," Flash, my best friend, said. "Twilight again, huh? I mean, I know the feeling, Bro..."
"Oh, right, yes, of course... The purple one... Toilet Snuggle... Yes, the jewel of my eye—that eye belonging to me, me being Iceman—for sure, that girl."
>"Bro, you just gotta learn to get over girls sometime, y'know? Like, even if you used to write down in your diary every day how much you loved her, how she seemed to come from a different world, made you happy to actually be yourself, for once, instead of some trumped up high school 'cool guy' phony. Like, even if you think you knew what love was for the first and maybe last time in your life, and now every night you think about her getting rammed hardcore every night by a dude better than you in every conceivable way... You just gotta get over that shit man!"
"Yes yes..."

>>29437245
>"Yeah man, I mean, you can't obsess over this stuff. Twilight is just, y'know, her own woman and she can do whatever she wants, and what she wants i-is to date a dude who's already graduated from college—which, right, that's not weird at all—and they probably fuck all the time. But you just don't think about that stuff. You just, think about something else. Not the time you've spent with her though, like when you danced with her at Prom or something, th-that would be retarded. Anyways..."
>Flash droned on, and as usual, I didn't really listen to him
>His disgusting fascination for the purple banshee was of no concern to my brilliant, Jewish mind
>Iceman was a man with elegant, exquisite taste
>A taste for a certain specimen's tree sap...
>But... Alas... It seemed no matter how loudly I argued with ignorant plebians while Timber was in ear shot, you just couldn't get his attention...
>Now was the time for action!
>"...And yeah, like, no matter what, just let yourself be happy without chicks, dude. Just don't think about the fact no one's ever touched your penis before, and—"
"I'm gonna go over there."
>"Woah, WHAT?! Iceman, which is who you are 100%, that's a crazy idea!"
"I know, but I'm gonna go over there and I'm going to do something."
>"Last time you tried something you called Twilight a shiksa and got a demerit."
>I balled my hand into a tight fist: a tight fist of righteous courage!
"That was only a minor setback..."
>"She really doesn't seem to like you after that, so—"
"I'M GONNA GO OVER THERE AND CALL THAT BITCH A SHIKSA!"
>"WAIT!"
>Flash attempted to stop me, but his meager, feckless, post-relationship Gentile self was no match for my kosher, Jewish body

>>29437320
"[ATTENTION CAMPERS! IT'S GLORIOSA SPEAKING! IT'S TIME FOR SOME CAMP EXERCISES BEFORE DARK! LET'S ALL HEAD OUTSIDE!]"
"Curses!" I said aloud with Iceman's voice, since that is who I am
>I watched, intently, as Timber Spruce jogged out of the cafeteria
>That beanie of his really turned me on
>Man, if only I could find a way to get him to beanie-fuck me in my schmutzhole...
>For once, the purple one caught my eye
>She was standing by herself, on her phone
>The bitch
>But that's when the idea hit me
>If I could just find a way to disguise yourself as Torchlight Snorkle, sneak into her bedroom, and setup a covert rendezvous with Timber there in the dead of night...
>Yes, that would work perfectly!
>All I needed to do was distract Purple for the night
>Should be simple enough
>Perhaps you could distract her with food of some sort...
>What do goy-things like to eat?
>Think, Iceman, think...
"Aha! Goys love to eat rats... If I just leave a trail of dead rats from her door into the forest, this may just end up working!"
>"Saved by the bell, eh?" some goy said as they put there hand on my shoulder
"GAH! By Abraham's beard, Flash, don't do that to me..."
>"Whoops, sorry dude. Anyways, feel like ditching camp shit and watching some Road Construction Ahead with me?"
"No, I have a better idea..."
>"Oh shit, you wanna pull out Cleared for Takeoff tonight? Damn, that's—"
"NO! I'm going to finally get what I've wanted after all this time..."
>"Road Construction Ahead TWO?"
>You stare at Flash with a burning, Holocaust-like hatred
"I'm leaving."
>"D-Did I say something? B-Bro? Bro, who'll watch the train marathon with me? Bro?!"

>>29437320
>"Last time you tried something you called Twilight a shiksa and got a demerit.
Oy vey, that is not the America I want for my fellow Jews!

>>29437410
Please, my yiddisher kop, continue, tell me what you did to that dirty shiksa.

>>29432133
>It's so passionate they way they keep on kissing. Trixie lets herself fall back onto the bed as the other Trixie lands on top.
>She holds the other tightly, wanting to feel her weight upon her until the end of time.
>And the two are almost crying from happiness.
>Not even another minute passes before both of the girls are completely naked, and begin to mess up the sheets of the made bed with their squirming around.
>The movements mostly caused by each other girl. They stimulate one another with their hands and lips.
>Wanting to see which one gets a rise first. And it can be heard in the frantic panting from each girl. Welcoming their arousal taking over all of their thoughts and actions.
>Legs lock, and Trixie takes her Valentine by the hands and holds on for balance. Watching her beautiful body glisten more by the minute with sweat.
>Their lips kiss, while the two girls meanwhile mash their faces together and stick eachother's tongues into the other's mouth again.
>The feeling overtakes Trixie... and then Trixie... and it draws them even closer together in a loving bond that heats up the surface of the bed and pulls the sides of the comforter out of the crease it was tucked into.
>It isn't long before wet sounds can be heard coming from between the nethers of the two girls, and they accompany a bunch of passionate moans that couldn't be held back no matter what Trixie did to pretend her mind and heart weren't going crazy.
>The moment would have lasted longer had Trixie and Trixie not given in to their excitement.
>The rub against the other with more feeling and meaning, maximizing the effect the most they can.
>Not caring how moist the bedsheets slowly become in one spot.
>Not caring if they used to want to hold back. This needs to peak NOW.
>It's so urgent that it's something that should have happened when Trixie first came into existence as anything.

>>29437410
Is this truly the 100% iced Iceman?

>>29438563
>At the exact same time, almost as though there as still a mirror, each girl throws her head back as the climax takes them together.
>They howl up at the ceiling and lose the support they had on their arms that held them up from falling back onto the bed.
>Both girls are so heavily out of breath that their ribcages start to hurt.

This may or may not be the end depending on whether or not I can push myself to write any more of stuff that's porn. (I really don't enjoy it, as you can probably tell.)

>>29438566
No.

>>29438566
yes

>>29438582

Why is your trip in bold and doesn't have any exclamation marks?

>>29438570
I never wanted you to write porn though, I just made my statement about selfcest because it's true.

>>29438582
Ah, okay then, keep telling that wonderful story, if you want.