Equestrian Family general #8

thread be dead

>>29773743
not untill i am done with my story

>>29768144

>You continue talking and sipping tea.
>After the tea it was time to do some work. (well Carrot suggested that)
>You took the gloves from your saddle bags and moved to the garden, witch was located on the back of the house. (out of the sight from other ponies)
>You and Carrot started pulling carrots and putting them in baskets.
>It were a nice few hours of laughs, it even relaxed you a bit. (finally me time)
>But then it happened!
>You hear a carriage stop and you hearth sinks when you see who are in it.
>Spoiled and Filthy. (aka mom and dad)
>You could hear your mom yell: “Why are we here, I am getting my hooves dirty!”
>You feel as if you are turning to stone, all the blood rushing away from your face.
>Luckily they have not seen you. (yet)
>Carrot saw you turn white and said: “I will distract them go and run home.”
>You nod and start running, towards the Apple orchard away from the street and your parents.
>When you are far enough away you look for a place to hide your gloves. (you still have them on)
>After a bit of searching you find a nice tree with a hole in it.
>After stuffing your gloves in it (Out of sight out of mind) you realize you left your saddle bags at Carrots house.
>Panic starts to set in, your tiara was in there.
>Now in full panic you dump your robe and run home.
>Hopefully mom and dad did not see your saddlebags.
>It is high noon when you run trough the front door.

>>29774255
>Alfred looks at you as you run by, shaking his head for he can see the panic in your eyes.
>He walks up to your room and he knocks “Miss can I do anything to help you?”
>You are still in panic and cannot react.
>Alfred still waiting for a reaction gives a peace of thought “Miss you need to clean yourself.”
>“Your covered in dirt and sweat, your mother will notice that.”
>“Also a shower will relax you.”
>You mind starts to clear and you agree.
>You walk towards the shower.
>After a long and relaxing shower.
>You start drying yourself and after a quick glance in the mirror you decide to comb your hair.
>When you look in the mirror again you see that you look like yourself again.
>You decide to thank Alfred and you start waling down the stairs.
>You find him in the living room with a duster.
>You walk up to him: “Alfred thank you for the help.”
>“But now I need help with one more thing,”
>“I left my tiara at Carrot top and mother will surly notice that.”
>“Could you find a way to retrieve it?”
>He looks at you and after a bit of thinking he says that he might know a way.
>You walk back to your room hoping that everything was gonna turn out right.
>You take a book from the cabinet and start reading.
>But you cant focus on the book.
>Something keeps nagging.
>What if Alfred cant retrieve my tiara, what if my parents found it, what if they think Carrot stole it!
>But before more thoughts cane come.
>You hear a carriage stop.
>You know that this is it.
>The moment of truth.

>>29774751
>You sneak towards the stairs so that you can look at the front door.
>It is as you feared Mom and Dad.
>They have entered the hallway.
>And have started talking to Alfred.
>You cant hear what there saying but it does not sound good.
>You look towards father and you see that he stares directly in your eyes. (Busted)
>“Diamond Tiara come down her in an instant!” He says with a harsh tone.
>You start to walk downstairs trying to act as if you don’t know whats going on.
>Mother and Father look mad.
>But still acting like you don’t know whats wrong you great them: “Hello Mother, Hello Father.”
>Mother reacts: “Don t you Mother and Father us, as is there is nothing wrong.”
>“Explain this to us, why were your saddlebags and tiara at Carrot Tops home.”
>He places your saddlebags on top the floor in front of him.
>Every moment that passes makes you more uneasy.
>You start shifting from hoof to hoof.
>You try to make up an excuse: “I was playing on the schoolyard and I forgot them.”
>Mother sees trough your lies “Little lady tell the truth now!”
>You feel that the tears coming but you don’t let them out.

>>29774940
>Be strong you think.
>Father also reacts: “If you are smart you tell us the truth.”
>You sight because you know you cant hide the truth.
>You start: “Sometimes I like to do some things for my own.”
>“I do love you, but I really want to live my own live” with this said tears are starting to fall.
>“And not the way you want me to live.”
>At this moment the tear start to flow.
>“And that is why I like to help Carrot in her garden.”
>Your father stays silent but mother she starts screaming.
>“Young Lady have you gone insane!”
>“You talk like you don’t want to be rich.”
>“You talk like a No-pony, and no daughter of mine is gonna be have like a no-pony!”
>“Now up to your room your father and I need to discuss a punishment!”
>You walk away towards your room.
>You enter and drop down on your bed.
>You start crying into your pillow.
>Waiting for the punishment.

welp
i cant write fast enough to keep this alive
so until my next part
bump

oh how i wish beans was here

>>29774946
>It feels like ages
>The sun is already setting
>Why is it taking so long
>And then you hear your father “Diamond could you come down please”
>You slowly start walking, down the stairs and into the living room
>Mother looks like she has blown a fuse
>Father just looks calm
>Why is he so calm
>Then it begins
>“Diamond we know you didn’t want to shame our family name”
>“But we cant allow you to do normal pony stuff”
>“So we have decided to send you to St. Olga's reform school for rich children” (side branch of the bigger wayward princesses school)
>“It is good for you and you will come back reformed”
>Your stomach feels like it is being filled with stones
>Fear starts to overtake your mind
>You try to speak against your parents “But every pony who returns from that school is not themselves >anymore”
>“There just empty shells of who the used to be”
>Mother now speaks “Diamond it has no use to go against our decision”
>We already have called a carriage you will leave tomorrow in the afternoon
>This way you can say goodbye to your classmates
>You start to scream “NO NO NO I DONT WANT TO GO”
>And you run away crying
>You don’t want this anymore
>You want to be normal
>You feel betrayed


i have rewritten the end again
all fro the flow

>>29775825
>You run as far away as you can
>Sadness overtakes your whole being
>The sadness and misery that you have suppressed for so long has taken hold on you
>It controls your actions it guides you into the Everfree Forrest towards the old castle
>When you finally arrive at the castle
>You run inside towards one of the towers
>You find yourself in the chamber were Nightmare Moon was defeated
>You walk toward a broken window
>And you decide to sit on the window still
>You feel the cool breeze against your face
>And your mind finally starts to relax
>You look down from the window and you realize it is really high
>You start to think “I could all end it right here right now”
>“Just one step forward and I would be finally free”
>“No diamond, live is to precious”
>You decide that ending it isn’t worth it
>But before you can climb out of the window still
>The door slams open
>A purple mare steps in “Hello is anyone there”
>You jump because you thought nobody would be here
>That Ended in a bad dream
>As you jumped the window still started to crumble
>With this you and peaces of the window start to fall
>As you fall down screaming you think “I don’t want to go this way”
>You see the ground closing and one last thought goes trough you “Freedom here I come”
>The last thing you feel is a shock

>>29775894
>You open your eyes and wonder were you are.
>But all you see is a bright light.
>Your first thoughts are “Is this what dead feels like.”
>As your senses start to return you hear a faint sobbing sound.
>You start to look around and see your dad .
>Suddenly you realize what is going on .
>You are not dead.
>Your alive, how and why!
>You felt a shock.
>You should be a pancake.
>How did you survive the ground below.

>>29775964
>Your filthy rich now.
>It has been a long night for you.
>You had to punish your Daughter.
>And after she ran away you had to go out to find her.
>It was hours later when you finely got the news that she was found.
>Princess Twilight found her in the old castle.
>But it was not all good news.
>Apparently she felt out of a window.
>Twilight was just quick enough to catch her.
>But she got knocked out by the force.
>You went up to her room to see how she was.
>She lies in bed looking like she was sleeping.
>You just start crying when you look at her.
>And then you saw her open her eyes.

>>29776034

>She looks confused and then she asks: “how am i alive.”
>Where is just one thing on your mind.
>“Why!” is all that your voice can produce.
>“Why!”

(forgot this bit)

one or two chapters to go

>>29776065

>Back to being Diamond.
>You look at your father he looks like a broken man.
>And with raspy voice he asks you why.
>You try to reply but you cant.
>You just start crying.
>While you were crying you told him everything that happened after you ran away.
>You ended on this: “I did not want to jump, it was so scary.”
>Father just listened to all what you said.
>And he reacts: “Diamond I am sorry that we pressured you that much.”
>“We just did what we thought was the best for you.”
>You jump up and hug him.
>All he can do is stroke your mane.
>You hear a knock on the door. “Can I come in please.”
>You let go of your father and turn towards the door.
>Father turns to the door: “Come in please.”
>The door opens and Twilight walks in
>She looks at you and asks: “How are you.”
>You react: “I am alive and I am glad I am.”
>“And I do believe I have you to thank for that.”
>“May I ask why you were at the castle so late at night.”
>Twilight rubs her mane: “I was reading in the library and I lost track of time.”
>“When I heard a noise, I went to check it out and then I hear your screams.”
>“I am not the best flier but I managed to catch you before you hit the ground.”
>Thank you twilight is all you managed to say.
>As Twilight walked out the door she waved and wished you a good night.
>You look toward father and he says: “I am gonna talk to Spoiled about the reform school.”
>“I think that you are not the one that needs reforming.”
>As he walks out of the room he says: “Have a good night sleep and don’t worry about what is next.”
>The door closes and the light is off.
>It is the middle of the night.
>And all you think while you fall asleep is Tomorrow will be better.

i am done
pastebin updated
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if no other writer takes the stick this will be the last Equestrian Family general
i will try to hold it open for as long as possible
we had a good run
but the run now is over

Beans, the hell our green at?

>>29776453
i cant tell you but i think beans has left us

beans we need you

the unused ending

//
unused
Now how do i get up high enough
Town hall? No its to public
The clock tower? I don’t have a reason to be up there
They will get me off before i can jump
What about twilight's castle
That could work i have been around twilight a few times people would not question it
Now what can i use as a reason to get inside
Stargazing!
Twilight is shocked because she never thought diamond liked stars
You look at her with your puppy eyes and say please
Twilight looks at you and says “please stop that if you want it so bad i could give it a shot”
“meet me later today and i will show you the stars”
Later that night on the balcony of the castle
“i am glad that you came”
“lets learn about some stars”
You lean against the railing and look down
Your happy because it is high enough
“don’t go to close to the edge you might fall” twilight warns you
All you could think is “duh, i am planning to”


You stand on the railing and look down
“no turning back, tonight is the night i will become free”
You hear something behind the door
Now or never you think
As the door opens you let yourself drop
You hear a yell but you don’t care
You feel the wind that flows trough your hair
And you see the ground closing in on you
You close your eyes and say i am truly free now
You feel a shock and then nothing
//

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>With the most powerfully fake smile of your life, you pull open the door
>She stands there, holding a large cardboard box up to her chest
"Wow. You look just like your mom, don't you?"
>You take in the sight of her wavy hair, the way it curves around her face, transitioning from light to dark shades of silvery blue...
>Upon checking if she inherited the eyes that Lulamoon women are beloved for (assuming you're asking a Lulamoon woman) you find a tiny scrunched nose, paired with two spiteful purple eyes
"...Still mad at your mom?"
>The teenager forces through the door
>You back into the kitchen counter and let her pass a few steps into the living room and pause
>This was to be expected
>For a good fifteen seconds you watch her hair flick around as she scrutinizes every inch of the tiny, one bedroom apartment
>"...No."
>She spins around and rushes toward the door
>You jump into action, barely pushing it closed in time
>"Hey!"
"What the heck do you mean 'no'?"
>She rams your arm with her shoulder
>"Let Trixie pass!"
>She struggles to hold the box in one hand as she pulls on your wrist with the other
>Her blue fingernails - decorated with little crescent moons - dig into your skin
"Alright, timeout."
>You grab the box and hold it high above her head
>"HEY!"
>When she fails to reach it on her tiptoes she hops into the air, slapping at the bottom
>"PUT DOWN TRIXIE'S PRIVATE POSSESSIONS!"
"Kid! KID!"
>You toss the box up onto the fridge
>Trixie winces as though you'd thrown it from a moving car
>She is a bit short for her age...
"Calm down and tell me where you think you're going."
>She growls, "anywhere but here."

>>29779398
"Give me a reason."
>"...a reason?"
>A chill runs down your spine at the sight of those angry purple eyes, something that signaled a humiliating prank in the near future of your childhood
>"Trixie refuses to live in an apartment the size of her bedroom, with-"
>She violently points at the spot where tiles meet carpet
>"-a living room CONNECTED to a kitchen! Trixie has never seen such a thing!"
"...I know it's small, but you'll get your privacy. I promise."
>"Trixie has a second reason!"
>You raise your eyebrows and politely gesture for her to spit it out
>"Trixie refuses to live with her stupid Uncle, who looks like Trixie's mom, and stole Trixie's box, and worst of all-"
>She gets as nose-to-nose as she can with the height difference
>"-sides with Trixie's slut mom after she broke daddy's heart! Trixie REFUSES!"
>Slut?
>Broke his heart?
>You stare, dumbstruck
"There's more to that situation. Let's talk."
>"Trixie doesn't like you."
>It's like being punched in the stomach. You meet your niece for the first time, and right away she's not a fan
>She points up at thefridge, holds out the other hand and taps her foot
"...You're not getting it back until you behave."
>Then begins a vicious battle of patience
>Her outstretched hand remains, as does your crossed arms and eye contact
>Well over a minute later her fingers, then her hand, then her entire arm tremble
>The anger in her face fades as the realization that she simply will not be allowed to leave sets in
>"...Trixie..."
>She covers her eyes
>"...will never speak to you again."
>Your niece stomps into the living room and through a door on the right. The slam shakes the paintings on the wall
>It opens right back up
>"Trixie did not know this was a bathroom."
>The same show of defiance plays out again, this time into your bedroom on the left

>>29779398
nice

>>29779401
is there more?

>>29779401
OK seems like we can post shit again.
Keep on going Panic. Please!?

>>29780178
what a weird day

>>29780880
It was fun, I wonder if beans saw the madness

okey
i has a question
what do all you think of the story i finished
to improve myself i need feedback

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>>29776453
Im busy raising three raccoons and a possum. Will be back soon.

>>29780897
I did, and I loved it. /cock/ was top comfy.

>>29782240
aaw those are cute

>>29757305

>2:07
>You answer with a facepalm.
“No. No you don’t, you just have to ASK twenty one questions. If they’re all wrong, you lose unless I let you ask another twenty one more questions! It’s just asking a certain amount of questions and hoping that you’re right!”
>Applejack frowns puzzledly.
>“So it’s more like math homework then?”
>You double facepalm.
“No, it’s not. It’s just. Asking. Yes or No questions. You have to use what little the answers give you to know what I’m thinking of!”
>“Yeah, like on math homework.”
>You’re about to triple facepalm, but realize you only have two hands.
>To remedy this, you quickly grab Scooby’s leg, and facepalm into his paw.
>There.
>Triple facepalm.
“Just...Just watch us, okay? Then you’ll get the idea.”
>“Uh, alright...”

>>29782673
They make these strange noises. They're adorable to handle. Gonna have to raise them using my animal rehab skillz so they can go out into the wild.

>>29782914
the only animals i raise are shrimps
i started with 12 and now i have over 25 (in 5 months time)

bump btw

>>29782914
Dumb Applejack a qt

>>29784159
meh i think it fits the caracter
smart in work stuff dumb in smart stuff

>>29782914
>2:08
“I’ll go and answering the questions first,” you declare, “for I am the father of this weird thing we are. Now lemme think of what I wanna think about.”
>Okay brain, think of something for this ga--
>ASS
>PUSSY
>TIDDIES
>THREE OF YOUR DAUGHTERS’ VAGINAS THAT YOU’VE UNWITTINGLY STUMBLED INTO SEEING TODAY
“...”
>“Yo, Mister Anon? Are you okay?” asks Rainbow Dash, noticing the look of fear on your face.
“...Y-yes, I’m quite alright. Just have a busy brain. One second.”
>VEGAN-DAUGHTER POOSAY
>Yep, you’re a bad father.
>Fuck it you’ll just have Godzilla on your mind.
“Okay, go it. Rainbow, you go first. I wanna see how inevitably lame your first question is.”
>“Okay...Is it Godzilla?”
“...N-no.”
>You change what you’re thinking of into a t-rex.
>They shall never know.

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>>29784926
>>29784933
do you have a typed version of that?
i cant add pictures to the archive

>>29784926
this one is kind of good

Good night bump

>>29785034
Nope, sorry, it looks like you will have to type it up be hand.
Or use some software that rips text from pictures, its used to make PDFs.

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>>29780178
That board merge caught me by surprise. I always forget about yesterday

>>29779401
>You lay back on your worn couch, flip-phone in hand
>A couple of questions are in order. Ones you shouldn't have to ask
>Out the window, you take note of the parking lot of a nearby liquor store, and the orange sky above it
>If things don't shape up quick they'll be rolling in more of your cash than ever before
>...
>Twice, the call goes to the machine
>Typical
>Your sister may run from conflict. But if she's left with a message and nothing more, she can't resist hearing it
>The number's dialed again, and your voice lowered
>After the beep you begin:
"Hey sis. Too busy setting up Halloween decorations to pick up the phone? I've got questions. Why in the world does your daughter talk like she's gossiping about herself? Trixie is happy, Trixie is sad, what the hell is this?"
>You take a quick swig from a bottle of whiskey resting on the carpet
"Why doesn't she know what's going on in her own house? Sending her away was for sorting your shit out, not hiding the whole thing from her the way you hide from the rest of the family. This isn't what I agreed to."
>You take a second swig
"'Quiet and creative?' Please. Whatever issues Trixie's got, I'm not equipped to deal with them."
>With the impending beep in mind, you take a deep breath and carefully choose your closing words
"Call back tomorrow and explain everything to me - and your daughter - or I'm taking her back."
>The phone's snapped shut
>It goes rolling into the corner of the furthest couch cushion as you lay back
>...
>Taking care of your niece was an exciting idea before you'd met her. Now part of you is begging for that excuse to get rid of her
>What a shitty weekend this is going to be
>For now, it'd be best to get some sleep...

>>29786599
>Three rough jabs to your cheek jolt you awake
>You sit up and rub your eyes
>The blurry mess of color builds into the image of a very unhappy niece standing beside the couch
"What? What's wrong?"
>She uses a thumb to point over her shoulder, at the fridge, to which your computer chair has been rolled
"Oh. Yeah, I moved your box."
>Her hands fly into the air demanding an explanation
"Like I said, behave and I'll give it back."
>You shake your head, take the bottle of whiskey and move into the little kitchen
>The morning is never kind to your stomach. Lighting a burner and opening up the fridge is purely out of a sense of duty to your relative
>It's filled with stuff you thought she might like
"Hungry?"
>With arms wrapped tightly around herself she eyes the fridge
>Then she gives you some kind of stare you can't read
"We didn't eat dinner, so I know you are."
>She takes four eggs, pancake mix, an orange, a bowl of butter and three slices of bread
>It's all piled up on the counter to your right
"Hey, I'm not hungry, so-"
>She shakes her head
>...
"You'll eat all of that?"
>She nods
"Seriously?"
>She nods again
>Jesus, at that rate your sister better send some cash now and then
>You hesitantly go to work
>In no time you've got a complete breakfast sitting before her at the table:
>A fluffy pancake smothered with syrup, scrambled eggs, three buttered pieces of toast, a sliced orange and a tall glass of milk

>>29786606
>The composition you've prepared on this plate...
>Some would call it art
>Maybe this is how you can win her over?
>You turn off the burner, quite happy with yourself, and sit down at the opposite end of the table
>Alright, she still looks upset
>Hasn't even touched her fork or knife
"Hey kid... I'll let you eat in peace in a second. Just wanted to let you know that, well, I know it sucks to have to stay here."
>You anxiously scratch your chin
"You might be in for a long stay. I'll do whatever I can to make it more comfortable for you. ...Believe it or not, I want to be your... friend..."
>With unbroken eye contact, Trixie takes the large plate of food, as well as the glass of milk, and flips them
>You stand, stuck somewhere between disbelief and burning anger as the food plummets onto the floor
"KID!"
>She jumps in your peripheral vision
>You take the glass - thankfully still in one piece - out of the floor
"Are you a fucking IDIOT?"
>With no hope of saving the food from the less than clean floor, you sit back down and face her
>Out of nowhere, her anger's dissipated
"The hell is wrong with you? Do you think I can afford to buy food and throw it in the fucking floor?"
>Her eyes shift between the table and your face
"Well? Are you going to answer me or not?"
>She lowers her head
>...
"Unbelievable. If I'm lucky I'll be driving you back home tomorrow morning."
>With her face stuffed into her sleeve, Trixie jumps out of her chair and runs back toward your room
"Hey, kid. Wait-"
>At least this time she doesn't slam the door
>You sit back down
>With one more glance at the mess in the floor, you sigh

I'll try to write more soon

>>29786610
Nice story so far
Could you pastbin it so that I can add you to the list

>>29788883
Bump

>>29784693
>2:09
“Okay, that’s the first question. Next?”
>“Would you consider your answer to be counted as, at one point, a living thing?” asks Twilight.
“The song or in general.”
>The girls all whisper to each other quietly in the back, before deciding on something.
>Twilight turns around.
>“Both,” she says.
“That’s technically two questions.”
>“We know.”
“Okay then, yes. This thing would be considered a living organism and no, it’s not the ELO song...as much as I love it. So three questions in total. Next.”
>“Is it a mammal?” asks Sunset.
“No. That’s four.”
>“Is it big?” asks Spike.
“...Are you playing?”
>The dog carries a hurt expression.
>“Y-yeah. Why wouldn’t I be…?”
>...
“Yes. It’s big. That was your fifth question.”
>“Is it omnivorous, herbivorous, or carnivorous?” asks Rarity.
>You stare at her with your ‘bitch really?’ face.
“That sound like a yes or no question to you?”
>She rolls her eyes.
>“Is it a carnivore?” she asks.
>You nod.
“It’s mostly agreed that it is. That was the sixth. Seventh question, please?”
>“Is it cute?” ask Fluttershy.
“No, but I’d like to think so. Eight question goes to you, Ponka.”
>“Oh! Does it strut on two legs like a fancy dancy bird?”
“...Y-yes. Eighth question goes to Scooby.”
>“Rid rit rhave reathers?”
“Uuuuuh…”
>Godzilla fucking dammit, Scooby.
>“Rell? Rid it?”
“UUUHHHHH…..”

>>29791007
thank you

well i hope that you guy keep this from closing
good night sweet prinsess/princesses

>>29791007
>2:12
>A whole discussion ensued with Twilight regarding if the tyrannosaurus, and most theropods in general, had feathers similarly to the modern-day birds we see.
>Three minutes later though, which is now, Applejack joined in right when you all forgot we were playing 21 questions.
>She asked if it was apple.
>It wasn’t radical, dude.

>>29793847
Chump

>>29773708

>>29795218
Hi

Bumperino

oh wow its still here

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>>29792750
>She asked if it was apple.

>>29798664
mmm apples

>>29792750
>2:15
>Scooby almost got distracted by a squirrel while driving on the highway, but you urged him to not chase after it.
>Because it was already dead.
>That made Fluttershy sad, but she perked up after saying another innuendo that made your penis go “Oi, you should hit that”.
>But you can’t, because no matter how you interpret “hit that” when regarding a child you’re parenting, it’s technically abuse, be it sexual or physical.
>So no.
>Bad penis.
>But yeah, that was, pssh, like, Applejack totally ruined your game of twenty-one questions.
>You drink from the water bottle you brought for this trip in hopes of spending less for those fancy gas-station beverages.
>As you do, however…
>“Hey, Mister Anon?” asks Spike, sitting atop Twilight’s lap, “um, I don’t know if this is a weird question, but, uh...what is music?”
>“Oh, that’s simple, Spike! Music is what happens when they’re vibrations in the air from soundwaves!” answers Rarity.
>Spike’s tail wags.
>“Wow, really?”
>“Absolutely!”
>Twilight stares at Rarity blankly.
>“But you’re wrong.”

>>29799891
>2:16
>“Scusi moi?”
>“What you said wasn’t music, that was SOUND, Rarity. Sound is the result of the air molecules being vibrated by the usage of soundwaves.”
>“It is?” Rarity asks, glad to be corrected. “Well, thank you for informing me otherwise, dear. I was just sure that… Oh, nevermind. It was my father who told me that, I think. He was a silly fellow. But tell me, how did you learn that?”
>“It was just a little something I learned in third grade when I was reading a physics book.”
>Naturally.
>“It was about different sorts of waves, and there was an example regarding soundwaves specifically.”
>“Now hold up,” enters Dash, “so if what Rarity said wasn’t music, then, like, what is music then?”
>All eyes are on Twilight now.
>She tugs at her shirt’s collar.
>“Well, uh, music is...hard to define, really…To be honest, we don’t exactly know what it is or why we react to it. It’s less involved with Physics and more involved with--”
“Philosophy,” you finish for her. “It’s pretty much a philosophy thing. And currently, people think that music originated as a form of early man finding enjoyment in specified combinations of sounds, appreciating it as a sort of mimesis of human communication. In fact, some people wonder what came first; singing or speaking.”
>You chuckle to yourself.
“It was probably speaking, but yeah. Music’s weird. It’s just sounds put together to form some unimagined form of beauty together that we find appealing for some reason.”
>“And what reason is that?” asks Sunset.
>You shrug.
“We don’t know. We got several theories, though. Take Plato for example: Plato thought that particular modes imitated a particular sounds, and that melodies have the power to arouse emotions in the listeners by imitating people speak.”

>>29800002
nice one

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>>29787716

Thanks. Here's the pastebin my friend
https://pastebin.com/m4DX7g83

>>29786610

>After cleaning up, you retire to the couch, phone sitting beside you and the mostly-empty whiskey bottle hanging from your fingertips
>Back to business as usual
>Hours of mindless TV roll by
>Now and then you open your phone, even though you know there's nothing there for you
>This time you note that it's 6 PM
>Surely your sister heard the message by now?
>You force yourself onto your feet and make your way to the bedroom door
"Kid?"
>A quiet test confirms that she's locked it
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
>Yelling at her earlier felt justified, but now that you're calm, guilt weighs down...
>Trixie's soft footsteps make their way to the door
>It remains closed
"...It's looking like I'm going to have to take you back. How about we say sorry before that happens?"
>She doesn't reply, but she doesn't walk away, either
"I'm not on anyone's side, regardless of what you've heard. I agreed to take you in because I care about you, and... I wanted to get to know you. And-"
>You reach behind the desk that your CRT TV rests on and retrieve the cardboard box
"-I'll give back your stuff now."
>The door nearly smacks into you
>Her box is snatched away and nestled into her chest, guarded by both arms and a highly skeptical expression
>"It will be searched."
"Okay? I didn't open it."
>"Trixie doubts that."
>You glance over her head and find a jigsaw puzzle on the floor by your bed, mostly complete
>So that's what she's been up to
>When you look back to Trixie, she's put on a devious smile
>"Maybe you stole Trixie's underwear."
"No, I- what?"
>"It wouldn't be surprising."
>This feels like the mother of all bait, but you can't leave such a statement alone
"Why do you say that?"

>>29800505
>"Uncle Anon's wife isn't here. Trixie got curious and searched the drawers."
>You follow her pointing finger to the desk, where some photos rest
>"Then it became obvious. No women's clothing. No wedding pictures. You're not married at all!"
"...Kid, I would appreciate it if you stayed out of my-"
>"This is why Trixie was sent here."
>Once again you can't help but question her statement
>Even though nothing good can come of it
>"Since you're single, you have time to take care of Trixie. It's quite sad."
>You open your mouth to respond and are cut off by a cruel laugh straight out of a cartoon
>"It must get lonely living like this. Trixie suspects her uncle secretly craves her company, since she's a beautiful woman."
>Though you shake your head, her words cut deep...
" 'Trixie'- "
>You poke her forehead
"-is a child, and a thorn in my side. 'She' had better watch what she says."
>"She is fifteen!"
>The box is set down so she can pose, hands on her hips, nose turned up
>"She can sign up for social media websites AND get her driver's permit."
"Wooow."
>"She can!"
>Trixie pokes your forehead back
>"She has her own email address!"
"I'm so impressed."
>"...You're being sarcastic."
"Noooo..."
>She doesn't let it get to her
>That devious smile is quick to return
>"Take Trixie home now."
"That will be tomorrow morning. Hopefully."
>After a little stare-down, your niece backs into your room and taunts you one last time:
>"It's really obvious to Trixie why her uncle never got married. He is the king of all losers."
>The door swings to close
>It slams against your palm, and you lean in close
"'Trixie' is as much of a bitch as her mom was when SHE was a kid."
>...
>Time seems to slow
>Instantly, you regret your words
>The cocky expression on her face vanishes, replaced with surprise. And then... misty eyes
>With both hands, she shoves the door closed

>>29800515
I look forward to see were this goes

>>29800002
>2:17
>You sneer.
“Plato was a fuckin’ dork, though. Dude thought art was evil that distracted us from this real “ideal beauty” he keeps talking about, and that art’s a cheap fuggin’ knockoff. Like ‘oh, you can’t like art because it’s distracting us from the real beauty we don’t know exist, so art is a bad thing!” Then he goes on to talk about plays and shit. Whatta cunt. Aristotle and Socrates is where it’s fuckin’ at, yo. They were more open-minded I think.”
>“...Well I think it sounds right what Plato said,” says Twilight. “Logically, music matching the way we use inflections in our speech is bound to cause us to feel emotional attachment of some sort.”
“But saying that’s THE reason we like music is fuckin’ gay. The only reason why it’s noteworthy is because it fuckin’ mentions that music and emotions are close to one another. It’s just the first of the arousal and dispositional theories, and that’s the only reason I give a shit about that theory of his.”
>“Arousal and dispositional theories?” asks Twilight.
“Mhm. Plato’s idea is an arousal theory. If some music is expressive of sadness in virtue of arousing sadness in its listeners, it can make them feel sad...or something like that. His same theory is also a dispositional theory because there’s the argument in which music somehow possesses the property to arouse emotion. But how does music do that? Well, these Italian fucks called the Camerata argued that music represents the speaking voice and then invented opera. They believed that because the music sounded like how we spoke with our emotions, that we had a sympathy mechanism that makes us imagine and interpret the emotion in our own heads. They basically created the sympathy theory.”

>>29805100
>2:18
>“So lemme get this straight...The arousal and dispositional theories tell us the what. The sympathy theory tells us how?” asks Rarity.
>“Reah, rut rit’s really rike rhis,” cuts in Scooby, “Ruh Ramarata rhought rat recause mrusic represents ruh roice rof an ragent rexpressing an emotion, wre, ruh listeners, are raroused to rat emotion bry “ridentifying” rith rat ragent rand rhereby feelring ruh emotion ruh ragent ris represented as rexpressing -- rand rhich, raturally enough, wre rhassume rhe ror shre ris feelring as wrell.”
>...
>You smile at your kids and dogs.
“You know, sometimes I wonder if my life has all just been a wild drug trip, and you’re all not real because I’ve been stuck in it since the first moment I played with acid.”
>You sigh pleasantly.
“Life’s a dream. May I never wake up.”

>>29805166
>2:19
>“Wait, wait, I’m smart too!” pipes in Pinkie. “Uh, uh….what did Desskartess think about music?”
“...Desskartess?”
>“She means Descarte,” says Applejack. “The teacher tried to get her to say it right. She still hasn’t.”
“Oh. Well, Descartes had this weird ass theory on music. He thought that what he had considered to be the six basic emotions, consisting of wonder, love, hatred, desire, joy, and sadness, was directly caused to be experienced by a particular motion of ‘vital-spirits’, or--”
>“Esprits animaux,” says Twilight, adjusting her glasses with a dorky laugh. “I’m, ah, more familiar with Rene’ Descartes. Eh heh.”
>You nod in approval.
>Smart daughter is good daughter.
“Well, yes, and basically, Descartes conceived of our nerves as these tiny pipes through which these so-called vital spirits -- which sounds like something my grandad would call the booze in his car’s glove compartment -- flowed through as a weird fluid. He thought that the fluid itself had particular ways of configuring itself, each configuration able to arouse one or other of the six basic emotions.”
>Sunset purses her lips.
>“That sounds weird.”
“It is...but it’s also not completely wrong, is it? Say if you, Sunset, were just coming downstairs one night to get a glass of water, and suddenly saw a robber. The chemicals in your brain start acting, your adrenals get pumping, and literally your whole brain chemistry configures itself to the situation. It makes you scared. Descartes wasn’t too far off in that regard when you really think about it, and he was certainly onto something saying that music physically manipulates the emotions in our body.”
>She shrugs with a little nod.
>“Eh, guess so. Sounds weird, though.”

>>29805176
>2:20
“Oh, wait into ya hear about Arthur Schopenhauer! His approach is my favorite...because I think that YOU ALL are living proof of it.”
>“Huh?” goes all the girls.
“Yep, all of you. See, Schopenhauer thought that music represented the cosmic will...but what is that? He thought of the Universe -- or ultimate reality, if you like -- on the model of a striving, cosmic will. Kind of like how Hinduism teaches that everything is made of Brahman, or how scientist believe that essentially, we are all just energy...or how basically, our will is just part of one single conscious...aka MAGIC.”
>Sunset’s eyes widen.
“Oh yeah, you heard me: MAGIC!” you say, following with two snorts. “Think about it...if magic is just the manipulation of the energies we use in the function of a universe we reside in, or garnering energy from its boundaries, then holy shit, you guys are magical. I mean, you feel emotional, you get feelings when you play your music...and shazam! You become magical horse-women things! You get magic from the ‘cosmic will’ by your own music! That only furth goes with Schopenhauer’s theory because he also says that while music represents the cosmic will, it also represents our own emotions!”
>Applejack nods in thought.
>“...So it has nothing to do with apples?”
>...
>You grimace at her.
“...Applejack, you just lost your speaking privileges. Bad.”
>“Daw. Dangnabbit.”

>>29805188
lol you went way deep in the last few bits

>>29800515
i still love your storry
somtimes kind of hard to read
but that is becaus trixie likes to talk in 3th person

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>>29806611
forgot to add a trixie

Bump for Panic and Bean GREEN

>>29805188
Beans, are you Grant Morrison?

Beans you are amazing

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>>29805188
I came here to chuckle and I got music theory lessons and chuckles, great job my man.

>>29809357
I totally agree

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>>29800515
>This is by far the worst night of sleep you've had in years
>Fresh out of alcohol, and more sober than you'd prefer after all that's happened, you went to sleep around 2 AM
>You wake up every hour
>Thoughts of the harsh words you yelled at your niece pop into your head, making it hard to go back to sleep
>This continues for what feels like an eternity...
>Around 9 AM you've had enough
>The first thing that calls to you is a fresh bottle of whiskey from a kitchen cabinet
"Oh, right..."
>You set it back and lazily walk to your bedroom door
>To think, knocking on your own door...
"Kid. Wake up."
>After a bit it opens, revealing a very sleepy Trixie rubbing her eyes with one hand
>The other holds the box against her side
>You start to wonder what all is in it. Yesterday she wore a standard blue T-shirt, along with some black shorts
>Now she's wearing a light-blue onesie resembling a star-covered bear
>Its open mouth serves as the hole for your niece's face, giving the impression that she's being eaten alive
>She yawns and speaks at the same time
>"Is it tii... ...iime to go?"
"Yes. Well-"
>You look over your shoulder at the flip-phone on the couch
>Maybe your sister has-
>...
>Fuck it
"Yeah. We're going. Put on actual clothes and grab something out of the fridge."
>"Trixie's loser uncle will not tell her what to wear, or when to eat."
"Trixie-"
>You poke her shoulder this time
"-is on my last nerve and had better watch it. You haven't eaten since you got here. Like hell I'm sending you back while you're starving."
>"TRIXIE-"
>She shoves your chest
>"-never ASKED to come here, and has been on HER last nerve the entire time!"
>Then she stomps
>"Furthermore she is NOT eating her stupid uncle's food!"
>Another stare-down commences
>'Not doing this again,' you decide
>So you grab your car keys and open the front door
___

>>29809852
>The two of you take the elevator down to the ground floor of the apartment building
>A short walk later you're hopping inside your car
>The fact that she chooses to sit in the back rather than the passenger seat is both a minor relief and yet another low blow
>On top of that, after closing the door, Trixie does little more than find a secure spot for her box and open it up
"Buckle up."
>You go to start the car
>"No."
>Then abruptly stop
>The frustration is so sudden and powerful you can barely stand it
"What?"
>"Daddy never makes Trixie buckle up."
>While you stare at her through the rear view mirror, Trixie plays with a cowlick hanging near her eyes
"Trixie. Buckle up."
>"Hmmm. No."
>She pulls a blue laptop out of the box and opens it
>Half a minute later she finally questions why the two of you aren't moving, and makes eye contact through the mirror
>"What is Trixie's stupid uncle staring at?"
>You say nothing
>She pats down the side of her hair
>"Can you not stand to get rid of the only woman you have in your life?"
"I'm wondering what else your parents are doing wrong."
>"...What does that mean?"
"Buckle up."
>"No."
"Kid. However much patience you think I have, you're overestimating."
>"Traffic accidents only happen to stupid people."
"Like you?"
>"YOU'RE driving!"
>...You rub your temples
"I'm not starting the car until you put the seat belt on."
>"Fine!"
>She does as you asked
>"If you are such a terrible driver that you expect to crash, fine!"
"Accidents can be caused by other people, you know. Ever thought of that?"
>She cocks her head
>It's hard to tell if she's genuinely thinking it over, or merely waiting for the car to start
"Whatever. Forget it. God, I can't wait to drop you off."
>"The feeling is mutual."

>>29809853
The suspense is killing me
What. Will happen next

>>29810141
same here bro

well does anyone has a idea for a story
i might be able to work the little time i has

well it seems i am on my own again
>Silence fills the room.
>Darkness is all i see.
>I am trapped in the darkness of my own prison.
>A prison i call my mind.
>I look around to see ponies having fun.
>But all i know is the pain of loneliness.

meh

>>29812360

This is me being bored

last bump of the day

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Fuck it. I'm dropping a prompt

>The reason we've never seen Sunset Shimmer's human counterpart is because she's actually been dead for years
>She died of brain cancer at the age of 13
>The grief caused by her passing ultimately resulted in her parents divorcing after her death
>Anon, her father, is an empty shell of the man he used to be
>Barely functions well enough to go to work every day
>So when Anon sees what looks like a homeless older version of his deceased daughter, he can't help but try to figure out who the hell she is and where she came from by taking her in

>While on Sunset's end, this is her just as she leaves Equestria and has no idea how to function in the human world
>She isn't sure whether she should feel lucky that the human version of her father was so willing to take her in
>Especially after she hears what happened to her human counterpart.
>Pony Anon was a royal guard who died in service against a pack of Diamond Dogs
>Her own relationship with her version of Anon was strained due to always studying with Celestia, so she realizes she never actually got to spend much time with him growing up
>It's been one of her biggest regrets

>These two find a second chance to be a family in each other.

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>>29814709
fuck, this feels heavy man, you got my interest

bumpity bump

>>29814709
Fuck you that was AMAZING!!!
Start writing faggot

>>29815049

If I had the time to actually write this, I would have started writing it rather than prompting it for someone else to hopefully pick up.

>>29815143
Well make time
Are little bit the day keeps the naggers away

>>29815193
Bump

That sounds beautiful. Did you just come up with that on the spot?

>>29815784
whoops, meant for >>29814709

>>29815786
>>29815784

Yes it was on the spot

>>29816591
That is awsome

>>29816591
That's incredible. I implore you to write this. I will fuckin' PAY you to. Damn, please tell me you've written green before. I'd love to read your stuff.

>>29816876
>That's incredible. I implore you to write this. I will fuckin' PAY you to. Damn, please tell me you've written green before. I'd love to read your stuff.

I'm the Anon who wrote the Sunset abortion story and the oneshot with the Dazzlings trying to ruin DadAnon's date with Cinch.

I've written stuff for other threads too, but always anonymously.

In all seriousness, I legitimately do not have time to write this without giving up sleep. Between college and a job, I need all the sleep I can get.

>>29817112
do you have a pastebin?
i realy want to add those to the writers list

>>29817161

Yep, but all it has is the Sunset Shimmer story.

https://pastebin.com/u/PasserbyAnon

I don't think I actually bothered to make a paste of the DadAnon/Cinch/Dazzlings oneshot, so I'll probably do that later.

>>29817191
great
It will be later in the evening bevore i can update t but you will be added

https://pastebin.com/edit/iKQ8R5sp
pastebin updated
panic and PasserbyAnon added

>>29817602

I think there was an error. The pastebin looks the same. Neither of them are in the 'P' section

>>29817806
i forgot to save it
now it should work
sorry my bad

has anyone here read the caretaker series?
i love that one
i might add it to the list

time to go to bed
so last bump of the day

>>29819584
keep the train goeing

bumpo

slow day today

>>29800505
hey i read your reforming the sirins story
long read but it is a good storry

Your EQG Rainbow dash
setting you have been called downstairs
this is a one page story

>As I walk downstairs, my boots begin to wear heavy with every step.
>I want to run away but i cant.
>My mind cant settle on a single thought.
>What is it this time.
>Why is it that i cant do anything right.
>I have reached the bottom.
>My hand reaches to the doorknob.
>The thought of running enters my mind.
>You open the door.
>There they are my parents.
>They don't look mad?
>They just look your way.
>And suddenly this happens.
>"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"
>I feel as if i am frozen.
>Suddenly it hits me.
>I forgot my birthday
>Fun times commence with cake

i hope this is something
i could not think of something else
(bored again)

>>29823882
mmmm it is so bad that nobody reacts
:P

another small story as a try
Sweety Bell EQG

>I walk toward the cafe.
>Because my sister asked me to come.
>I havent seen her in a while.
>She moved out last season.
>I do love my sister.
>Even though she can be a handful but that is because her job.
>Being a fashionista can be hard and taxing.
>She can be so over the top.
>Especially when things are wrong.
>And then her dramatic sofa scene.
>You cant help it but grin at the thought.
>There is the cafe and my sister.
>She waves you over.
>Well lets see what she wants.
>You sit on the opposite side of the table.
>Then she begins: "Sweety how are you I haven't seen you in while."
>You answer: "I am okey"
>"And it has been a while, I was kind of shocked when i got your invitation."
>"I thought that after you moved out to start a boutique."
>"That you were to busy to have a drink."
>"But it is real nice to see you."
>"How is the boutique?"
>She smiles: "It is going excellent!"
>"It is hard work though."
>"But I do have a reason for inviting you."
>A waiter walks over.
>Me and Rarity both order a cup of tea.
>He now walks off to get the tea.
>"May I ask why you invited me?"
>She looks at you: "Yes you may!"
>"I will explain it."
>"I want to start a new line of clothing and it is aimed at people of your age."
>The waiter has returned and he places the tea on the table.
>She continuous "I wanted to ask if you maybe wanted to be a model for the new line?"
>I look at her and with a growing smile.
>"Yes of course I want to model for you!"
>"I never would refuse a offer like that."
>She smiles at you.
>You both continue to talk over the cup of tea.
>Today turned out to be a great day!

FYI: i am doing this instead of bumping

>>29826844
well i will bump them

another one
your lucky i dont sleep in the night from saterday to sunday
twilight sparkle EQG (the twilight that belongs there)

>You a silent nerd.
>Bad around other people.
>But it does not matter you like it this was.
>You have loving parents. (Twilight Velvet and Night Light)
>But there is a terrible secret that you have to bear.
>You actually like death-metal.
>Sometimes when your parents are away, you crank up your radio.
>And just go crazy.
>Headbanging, grunting and random jumping.
>You just let lose.
>You almost got caught once
>Ma and Pa came home early.
>You were just in time to turn the radio off.
>They were so confused when they walked in.
>You had no glasses on and your hair was a mess.
>You were so glad that they believed you when you said that you just came back from a jog.
>After that you were more careful.
>But now you stand in front of your greatest challenge.
>Well its literally in front of you.
>A poster for a concert.
>A trash metal band that has the name 'Age of Discord'. (yea I had to make a discord joke)
>It is in a different city but that is a good thing.
>That way you can go without anyone recognizing you.
>You make plans to go.
>First: Tell Mom and Dad a lie.
>Second: Get tickets.
>Third: Get an alibi.
>The second this is the easiest you just get the tickets online.
>They weren’t that expensive.
>But lying against Mom and Dad that is hard.
>You decide to tell them that you have a study project for school.
>And that you will be away for the day.
>Now for the alibi.
>You call Rainbow and ask her to cover for you.
>You tell her that you have a secret thing you need to do.
>She finds it weird but she does agree in the end.
>Finally the day of the concert is there.
>You take the bus to it.
>And you just let lose.
>What a great day.
>But this is not the end.
>When you were ready to go home.
>You just took the bus and.......
>Fudge Dad is on the bus.

apperently this will be 2 pages

>He did not see you.
>He was looking outside when you got in.
>You decide that the back of the bus is a great place to hide.
>You make yourself as small as possible.
>And you hope that he doesn't look back.
>The ride home takes way to long.
>What did Dad do in this city.
>The bus finally stops and you sneak of.
>You run home, and hope that Dad takes a different way.
>Great Dad isn’t home yet.
>You want to run towards your room.
>But you get stopped.
>Dad walked in behind you.
>Your hearth sinks as you turn around.
>“Young lady were have you been”
>“I Know you haven't been working at school stuff”
>You look at him and you start tearing up
>You start telling “I went to a concert because I secretly love death-metal”
>“I sometimes just love to let it all go and …..”
>Your dad silences you.
>“Honey please don't cry”
>“I have something to tell you”
>“I went to the same concert”
>“Because I also love metal”
>“I did not tell anyone because I thought nobody here would like it”
>You look at him in amazement.
>He just smiles and he walks towards the radio.
>“Time to go crazy”
>The rest of the day you go crazy with your Dad.
>It was great.

comon guys
beans, panic, metsu and all others
dont leave me hanging here

It's rape time.

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>>29828274
Imagine getting grounded because your dad thinks your favorite bands are for pussies

>>29823245
Thanks man. I still need to finish writing that. It's almost to the ending

>>29809853
>Not a block away and another argument starts
>The seat belt is, apparently, poorly made
>"It feels like sandpaper on Trixie's silky-smooth skin."
"Really."
>"Absolutely terrible! Plus, it hugs the chest way too hard."
>You roll your eyes
>"Trixie can barely breathe."
>When you ignore that comment, she tries to really sell it
>"Using the laptop with such an aggressive, poor man's seat belt on? Impossible!"
"My heart bleeds for you."
>"How much did this car cost? Fifty dollars?"
>...enough with inviting her rude little remarks
>You focus on the road and the stop sign in the distance
>"One hundred? An idiot could see that it's uuuused."
>She draws it out like it's the most embarrassing thing in the world
>"The-"
>Something behind you clicks and falls
>"The cup holder is held on by TAPE! Truly pathetic. Does Trixie's uncle even have a job?"
>Sigh
>You come to a gradual stop at the sign and look in both directions down the barren street
>"He doesn't, does he?"
>...
"Yeah, I have a job."
>She barely lets you finish your words before blurting out hers:
>"What is it?"
>She loves bickering like this, you know that, yet letting her say whatever she wants is too much
>The car picks up speed again
"I'm a cashier."
>"Really?"
"Yeah. At the grocery store."
>"GROCERY STORE!"
>She erupts into laughter
>Just when it seems to end she continues twice as loud
>"A GROCERY STORE!"
>She points at the mirror as she laughs, which you can't help but glance at
>"Now everything makes perfect sense! Miniature apartment, gross furniture, car that belongs in a junk yard-"
"What does your dad do for a living, then?"
>This subject is particularly hard to brush off
>Cashier is not a position you ever wanted, or expected...
"What kind of career has he got? Lay it on me."
>"Trixie doesn't know."

>>29830255
>Another stop sign appears, and soon the car is standing still again
>It takes a while for the absurdity of her statement to really click
"How can you not know?"
>"Trixie just doesn't."
"...What?"
>Her silence only makes you more curious
>As you turn the car, you launch additional questions
"Doesn't he talk about what he does?"
>...
"How can you possibly not know?"
>"Do YOU know?"
>Her dad has always been distant from you
>He went as far as to drop her off at your apartment building, with no more than the mention of what floor and room to head to
>Of course you don't know
>Your sister, her husband and their daughter have always been a bit of a mystery to you
>But how could Trixie of all people-
"Come on kid, you have to know."
>"No. That's how important it is. If his little angel doesn't get to hear it, no one does."
>Trying to press further gets cut off by powerful discomfort, again and again...
>When you do manage to speak, you only say:
"After all this shit I'm in no mood to work tomorrow."
>A loud click on the keys of Trixie's laptop separate that half of the conversation from the next
>"You work tomorrow?"
"Yes."
>"WHAT IS TODAY?"
>She ducks down close to her laptop screen and gasps
>"Today is SUNDAY!"
"And?"
>"Oh no. Oh no!"
>Trixie snaps her laptop shut
>"Turn around."
"Excuse me?"
>"Go back to the apartment."
"...Why?"
>"Go! Go! Trixie made a mistake!"
>Though you are pretty eager to hear her explain herself, you stay on course
>"Turn! Around! Quick!"
>Her frantic hand gestures give urgency to her words
>"Turn! The car! Around! HURRY! GO BACK!"
"Why?"
>"Trixie needs the internet!"
>The wh... oh, right
"Kid, I don't have an internet connection."
>Her dumbfounded stare makes you feel like a homeless man

>>29829097
lol
>>29830255
hahaha that was a good one
i never thought of grounding her

also thanks for the new parts of your story

>>29830263
"Well, I don't have a computer these days, so-"
>"Trixie's uncle will take her to the nearest store with Wi-Fi."
"Trixie's uncle will drive her straight home, where she can dick around on the internet all she wants."
>"That will take TOO LONG!"
>She takes two handfuls of her hair and pulls
>"Trixie needs an internet connection NOW!"
>The fear in her voice seems a bit much
>You look her over carefully
"It can wait about two hours, can't it?"
>"NO! No no no! It can't!"
"Why?"
>You notice at least a dozen strands of hair break free and fall as her hands fly into the ceiling of the car
>"Trixie is supposed to join the group for power leveling the painting skill to 50!"
"...What?"
>Her head slams back into the seat
>A moment later, she's sitting upright again, talking with even more distress
>"If Trixie doesn't show up she will be REMOVED FROM THE GUILD."
"Is, is this a video game thing?"
>"YES!"
>Your niece's face is truly desperate
>Unless your eyes are playing tricks on you, her lip is even quivering
>She continues to request the nearest shop with free Wi-Fi
>You tell her that finding such a store in this little town will be a challenge
>Still, she asks, this time with more respect than you've had from her so far
>You decide to turn around
>Headed for the center of town you look for any store that might offer an internet connection
>"Coffee shops have it," your niece says again and again
>You find no such place
"Doughnut shop... Mexican food... Dollar store... which do you think?"
>Trixie bites her lip as she stares at her computer
>"STOP! STOP!"

>>29830272
>You slow down as much as you reasonably can
>Trixie sticks her head out of the window and repeats herself
>You slow to a stop outside of a run-down store, with a living cartoon pizza smiling on the banner above
>Its tinted windows and lack of any semblance of upkeep give the impression that it's long dead
>"Perfect."
>...
>"NOOOO!"
"What? What?!"
>She pulls on her hair again
"Kid could you stop that? You're stressing me out."
>"There's a password!"
>She unbuckles herself, so she can slowly fall onto her side
>The cardboard box is knocked into the door opposite of hers
>"They won't... let Trixie connect... unless she knows the password... Trixie is..."
>She covers her face
>Her voice takes a shaky turn for the pathetic
>"Trixie is doomed."
___

>>29830282
>>"Trixie is doomed."
DOOMMED
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1Nd6LU4ImQ

>>29830282
i also read your helping hand storry
good read but poor twilight

back to bumping

beans do you have any new on the critters you are carring for?

>>29832065
Oh, yeah, it was interesting. THey're fine now, still being cared for and still growing. The head honcho who runs the animal rehab place I work for is taking care of them now, but it was plenty of work for me. It's tough doing Animal Rehab. I mean, I had to feed those guys every three hours.

Working with animals is a helluva lot different than how the show displays it with Fluttershy and her cottage... Hence why I'm planning on a story for waaaay later involving Fluttershy actually doing real animal work, but that's unrelated.

>>29832683
that sounds like an awsome storry
and for the animals
it sounds hard but forfilling

>>29832683
What kind of stuff did you have to do for them?

small story made when i had coffee
EQG and you are Princess Twilight

>Lunch with Applejack.
>A simple an nice lunch.
>It had coffee sandwiches and cupcakes.
>Well there were cupcakes Derpy ran off with them.
>Applejack offered to get them back.
>But I told her it wasn’t necessary.
>She shrugged it off and we went on with lunch.
>“Applejack” you say: “I wanted to ask you something.”
>“In my world Pinkie is just as weird as your Pinkie.”
>“And we never found out why she can do the things she does.”
>“Do you know how your Pinkie does it?”
>“I mean we have magic and stuff but that didn't exist here.”
>Applejack looks puzzled.
>And she replies: “Ah don't know for sure.”
>“But ah reckon it is the coffee.”
>“That Girl chugs it like it's notin.”
>You look at her and you shake your head.
>“Applejack I think it isn’t possible for someone to drink so much coffee.”
>As you say this you see Pinkie walking by with a triple shot espresso in a takeaway cup.
>“Hi Twilight, Hi Applejack.”
>“No Time to talk need to plan a party.”
>She chugs the coffee and before you can react she poofs away.
>You look at Applejack and she reacts “Pinkie being Pinkie!”
>You both laugh and finish lunch.

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>>29773708
TWILIGHT IS NOT BLACK. WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP DRAWING HER LIKE THAT. SHE IS A STRAIGHT WHITE ANGLO-SAXON
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>29833070
ssssss relax
black or tanned is closest to purple
and i do agree she should not be black or tanned
but i realy realy like that picture
it reminds me that i cant have nice thing
and that i should enjouy the happyness of others

>>29833165
>i should enjouy the happyness of others
What are you, gay?

>>29832767
t’s hard to do though. For example, baby mammals can’t example pee on their own, and need their mothers to actually stimulate their genitals so that their young can then properly urinate and defecate. Unfortunately, I had to do something similar for the baby raccoons. I’d get a wet paper towel or moist pledget of cotton and dampen it with lukewarm/warm water, and then stroke...it’s gross, but that’s just the nature of this sorta thing.

They also don’t have a proper suckle reflex, so you can’t really give them a tiny bottle yet. Instead, you have to tube feed them. This is hard. You have to get this tiny, tiny tube, hold the baby still (which is no easy task) and gently ease it down their esophagus and into their stomach, making sure it doesn’t go through the windpipe and lungs and whatnot. The tube is attached to a syringe with usually 1-5% of their bodyweight in milliliters to ccs (but this changes as they grow), and you have to press the syringe GENTLY, emptying it drop by drop. If there’s any air in the tube or syringe, you risk putting air in their tummies. I can’t stress enough how much you have to be careful tube feeding little animals because if you’re not, you risk causing aspiration pneumonia by filling their lungs with formula and literally drowning them from the inside.

>>29832759
I do lots of things for that reason. In fact, when I'm writing green, that's literally ALL of my free time. It's busy, but I make friends...and you know what they say about friendship...

>>29833405
no depressed

>>29833420
That is a lot of work

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>>29833070
>>29833165
>>29773708
For those who care I fixed it

>>29834342
Thank you. My autism has been calmed

>>29834342
You don't need to fix this one. You need to fix the "other" one.

>>29834842
Which is that?

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>>29834342
YOUR A GOOD PERSON WITH A KIND HEART.

>>29834864
This one...https://derpibooru.org/1273919?q=artist%3ASorcerusHorserus+%2Csleepover

They make Twilight an ugly gray color, as do they with Rainbow Dash.

>>29835250
ew, fluttershy even looks janky

>>29834342
>Rainbow is a spic.
Well it explains the speed.

nigger

>>29773708
>>29834342
>>29834842
>>29835250
>>29835306

I fixed the nsfw version:

https://derpibooru.org/1408054

>>29836089
They'll delete that. They consider it "whitewashing" when you make a black character white.

Though making a white character black is okay because then it is "racebending".

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>>29836112
They better not. I spent two hours on that edit

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>>29835492
>>29834342
>>29773708
>>29836089
>>29833070
>>29836125

Oh, and here's one with a lighter dash

>>29836112
The original wasn't black so it's good I guess.

>>29836089
I would literally sing you a sing and pay you. You fucking hero...I must praise you somehow! WHAT MUST I DO TO REWARD YOU!?

Wow that one picture is real important

>>29836218
nice

>>29773708
>twilight sparkly isn't white
>rarity has clothes on
Wew

>>29836853
Next time I will use an other version of the image

bumperino

>>29836330
Apologize to the guy you got arrested.

>>29838126
HAHAHA

>>29838126
He got himself arrested, tho. It ain't my fault his girlfriend played him. Wasn't my fault he got a gun either.

>>29839133
what type of gun?

>>29836330
Its nothing. Where there any other pictures people wanted edited?

>>29839737
nothing for me
maybe somebody else

>>29839737
Think you can make Rarity have a natural skin tone and make Twilight caucasian?

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>>29840452
Whoops, forgot pic

>>29840460
What the fuck is with people and spicbow dash and nigglight roble?

>>29842574
I don't know

>>29830282
how are you
i havent seen you in a while

bumperino

hey guy i am of to a meeting
i might write a small storry when i am back

>2:30
>“Wait, there’s something I don’t get,” says Spike.
“Oh? What is it, my dear lad?”
>“How do you know all of this?”
>You laugh, puffing on your invisible pipe.
“I’m a teacher for fuck’s sake dear boy! I read about it!” you happily declare.
>He shrugs.
>“Huh. Makes sense. I think.”
>Then, Scooby pokes your shoulder.
>“Ranon…Rave rhose reople reen rolrowing rus?”
>You turn to him with your face askew in confusion.
“Hwat?”
>With his index paw, he then points at the rear-view mirror.
>You merely see the reflection of your childrens all up in the back.
>You sigh.
“Scooby, they’re my kids. They’ve been here the whole time.”
>“Rot rem,” he says.
>He angles the mirror a bit more, giving you a better view of the cars behind…
>Except there aren’t really any cars at all…but a small pirate ship on wheels, pirates swinging their swords as they happily laugh with mugs full of rum.
>“REM,” says Scooby.
>...
“Yeah, y’know, I think I saw ‘em back a half hour ago.
>“Roh. Rokay.”
>...
“Hey, are those cannons aiming at us?”
>“Roh rhit.”

>>29845259
meant for for this >>29805188

>>29845259
this is awsome

well op mini storry from me
sorry

>>29782240
dang

>>29845259
oh fug

Beans you rule

>>29773708
>Current active writers
>Robot797

So this is basically "The Robot797 Show: starring Robot797" thread. Boys and girls, if you have exactly one writer keeping a thread alive, that says something about how interested people are in the thread topic.

>>29848021
This was my show
I can't edit that to correct it
Beans and panic are active writers now
Don't forget this was started 12 a 13 days agm

>>29848021
It's three writers but in any case, I have to wonder why you bothered posting

>>29848021
Also if you don't like it
Start writing
And become an active writer

>>29848157
i knew it
big talk
but no real actions

what to write what to write

Scootaloo equestria!

>After the death of Scootaloo's mother live got a lot harder.
>There was little money.
>Dad was always at work.
>And when he was at home he was so tired that he could not spend attention to me.
>He always came home at 20.00.
>He would trow his suitcase in the corner.
>And he would sit on the couch.
>He would fall asleep before he could eat.
>So I made dinner most of the time.
>He used the time between Bed and couch to eat some things.
>I know he did care for me.
>Because everything he earned he would spend on me.
>The day that I lost him was the hardest day in my live!
>The doctors said he died from over exhaustion.
>He suffered so that I could have a normal live.
>I Cried for days.
>And when the services came to get me I ran away.
>Hoping that I also could run away from the pain.
>In the end I found my friends.
>I had a roof to live under.
>It was our club house but it was a roof.
>And then I saw her my idol.
>A mare with hair the colours of the rainbow.
>She treated me as a friend.
>But I wanted more!
>In the end I tricked my friends and there sisters to go camping.
>And then it happened.
>It was near the end of the trip.
>She had me so scared by those storry's.
>And then it happened we had a real talk.
>We became bounded by it.
>I would even say sisters?
>A few days later I was her again.
>I was kind of sad at the time.
>The past was haunting me.
>And it was even worse that see saw it.
>She asked me to explain it.
>And i had to tell her, I could not keep the secret anymore.
>I told her about mom and about how dad worked himself to death.
>And that I have been living in the ccc clubhouse for almost a year now.
>Living of scrapes that others trow away.
>Doing small chores for a few bits.
>I was crying throughout the whole story.
>She just stood there there was no emotion.
>Then she did something I cant forget.
>Something that I want to forget.
>She looked at me and told me.
>"A fily should not live alone"

>>29850247
>"Please come and live with me."
>"I don't have much space, but I will make room for you"
>"After all that is what sisters do right"
>After that everything got better.
>I got a family again.
>I finally got a chance to grow up as a normal filly.
>Do stuff with my friends, trying to get our cutymarks.
>And I always had a home to come home to.
>I am finally whole again.

>>29850301
i promissed a storry yesterday
i could not deliver
i now have delivered

well its a slow night tonight
maybe a storry in my native tongue

OC and a bit derpy
>Ik ben Cornelus Hooves maar iedereen noemt me Cornie.
>Een Pegasus met een grijze vacht en bruine manen.
>ik ben gelukkig getrouwd met mijn vrouw.
>Caroline blok de mooiste vrouw in heel Equestria.
>Ze heeft een witte vacht en blonde manen.
>En noch belangerijker ze is al zoan 10 maand zwanger is.
>En dit is het avontuur die ik vandaag heb beleefd.
>Het was 4 uur snachts toen ik het nieuws hoorde.
>Mijn vrouw is bevallen.
>En ik zit vast op het werk.
>Ik ben naar mijn baas gerend.
>"David ik moet nu naar het ziekenhuis!"
>"Ik ben vader geworden en mijn vrouw heeft me nodig."
>David mijn baas kijkt me aan en zijn einige reactie is: "Wat doe je hier dan nog, Ga we bespreken het morgen wel verder."
>"Dank je!" roep ik terwijl ik naar de uitgang ren.
>Terweil ik naar het ziekenhuis ren denk ik terug naar een gesprek eerder de dag.
>Ik had caroline gevraagd of ik niet thuis zou blijven, ze zag er zo zwak uit vandaag.
>Maar ze stond erop dat ik gewoon ging werken.
>Het zou wel goed gaan.
>Voor ik er erg in had was ik bij het ziekenhuis gekomen.
>Aan de balie zat een zuster. (coolgate geloof ik)
>Ze groet me en vraagt hoe ze me kan helpen vandaag.
>Buiten adem probeer ik haar te vragen waar mijn vrouw is.
>Maar ik kan lettelijk geen woord uitbrengen.
>Na een aantal minuten ben ik eindelijk op adem en probeer ik het opnieuw.
>"Kan u mij vertellen in welke kamer Caroline licht?"
>Ze verteld me dat het kamer 797 is op de 3de verdieping.
>Zo gezecht zo gedaan.
>In de lift omhoog, de rit duurt me veelste lang.
>Eindelijk aangekomen op de 3de verdieping, en nu op zoek naar de kamer.
>Ik zet het op een looppas. (rennen is niet gepast in een ziekenhuis)
>Daar eindelijk de kamer gevonden.
>Daar licht ze mijn parachtige bruid.
>Ze heeft een bundeltje in haar armen.
>Ze kijkt me lachend aan en ik geef haar een kleine knuffel.
>"cornie je bent er."
>"Kijk dit is je dochter."
(part 2 incomming)

>Terwijl ze dit zecht opent ze de bundel.
>Daar licht ze je dochter.
>Ze heeft een parchtige grijze vacht, en blonde manen.
>Het beste van beide ouders.
>Ik neem het bundeltje dat mijn dochter is in mijn armen.
>Ach kijk ze opent haar ogen.
>Ze zijn prachtig goud geel van kleur.
>Een oog kijk me aan de andere niet.
>Maar dat ik niet belangerijk.
>Ze is mijn dochter en ik houd van haar!
>Ze moet alleen nog een naam hebben.
>Een passende naam.
>"Caroline welke naam zullen we haar geven."
>"Ik zelf denk aan DItzy Derpy Doo."
>Caroline kijkt bedenkelijk: "Ik denk dat dat een prachtige naam is."
>Je geeft Ditzy weer terug aan Caroline.
>Het is nu bijna morgen, de zon is al aan het opkomen.
>Het leven is prachtig!
>Mijn verhaal eindigt hier.
>Maar het leven gaat door.
>Gelukkiger nu mijn familie gegroeid is.

>>29850992
if you guys want i also can do german
it would have many gramatical errors
my german sucks

We need story's
i am running out of ideas!
so please come and write!

Good night my friends
May the moon bean down on you

>>29786610
What a little fucking shit she is.

>>29800515
Trixie deserves to get chewed out like this.

>>29852828
True that

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>>29850886
Hi, what was that story about?

>>29830282
>Your niece launches into seemingly endless monotone whining about how it's "all over"
>Sometimes her distress is so much that she can't bother to open her mouth, leaving half of her sentences impossible to understand
>Every time you suggest that things will work out, it's ignored
>It's not long before you've had enough
>Trixie is dragged out of the car and onto the sidewalk
"Are you sure these are the people with the internet?"
>"It had pizza in the name."
>You lead her through a glass door and into the small store
>There are three vending machines on the left, all selling cold soda. Its buttons are scratched and faded
>These machines lead up to a counter which runs through most of the room, leaving a little space to squeeze into the kitchen
>Tables to your right are covered with bits of dried pizza and napkins
>Only two things in this place are even remotely pleasing
>The first is the elevator music playing on the speakers
>The second is the girl waiting behind the counter. Her hair is a pretty light pink. Part of it is swept aside with a butterfly clip
>Her beautiful blue eyes clash wildly with the bulky, white and black uniform she wears
>It reminds you more of a mechanic than of pizza
>Something that clashes even more with her appearance is her voice...
>Her shaky, mouse-like voice:
>"W-Welcome to P-Pizza Park. How may I..."
>She clears her throat
>"WHAT may I get for you?"
>Once she's done she gives you a big toothy smile
"Hi, I hate to ask this, but-"
>You look over your shoulder and find Trixie at a table, laying face-down on her closed laptop
>"-my niece needs the internet. It's important. I think."
>The girl's eyebrows shoot up
>Her smile fades away
>"...I'm... probably not supposed to do that..."

>>29854705
"Are you sure?"
>After a pause, that huge smile returns as she ducks under the counter
>She brings back a binder and opens it up
>You're quick to spot "Welcome to Pizza Park, what may I get for you?" written near the top
>Her finger runs down the page
>Eventually it falls to the counter, and stays there while she bites her lip
"So, what does it say?"
>"...I'll have to ask my manager. But..."
"But?"
>"...He'll probably say no."
"Oh."
>She's so uncomfortable that she pinches her arm
>What are you doing, anyway?
>This is silly
"Never mind. Thanks for your time."
>You turn and take a step toward Trixie
>Her arms hang against the sides of the chair
>Her shoulders rise and fall in a big, dramatic sigh
>...This really must be something important to her
"Damn it-"
>You turn around again and lower your voice
"Look. That girl's my niece. She and I recently met. We've been fighting non-stop since... and that's awful, because her parents are sorting out what I think is a divorce."
>"Oh dear!"
>She looks at Trixie with palpable sympathy
"For some reason she needs the internet. I don't know why. But if I could do this one thing for her before I take her home... maybe I could patch things up. I probably won't see her again for years."
>The more you talk, the more ridiculous this feels
>Giving away a password is a lot to ask
>What if she got fired?
>You scratch your cheekbone and go to take the request back, but she cuts you off
>"My manager might get really upset if I tell you the Wi-Fi password."
"Oh."
>"He might... turn the whole store around in capital letters and a four."
>She coughs, scratching her own cheekbone
"Excuse me?"
>"...He might, he might flip the whole store around, where the sign out front is backwards, in all capital letters, with no space and a four at the end."
>You stare blankly for a few seconds
>Then it clicks
"Thanks a lot!"

>>29854715
>You sit beside your niece and open her laptop
>Her background is a glowing blue wizard's hat. A box filled with numbers and symbols rests at the bottom
>How does this work?
>You look over the screen and eventually find a prompt asking for a password
>Hunting and pecking keys, you carefully type KRAPAZZIP4
>Just like that, the computer is... connected?
>Probably?
"Kid."
>Trixie moans
"Kid, look."
>You shake her shoulder
>She sits up as though her head weighs half a ton
"Surprise."
>She scoots away from you and frowns
>"What?"
"Look at the computer."
>Trixie goes from the brink of death, to gasping and covering her mouth
>"No way!"
>Her hands fly to the keys
>Windows open one after another
>Fantasy characters appear posing on a login screen
>It's easy to see that typing in her account information is as natural to her as breathing
>"No way! No way!"
>Air shoots excitedly out of her nose, when she's not repeating "no way"
>You fill with relief and a little bit of pride
>The screen is black for a while
>Then a bustling city street and houses with beautiful tiled roofs appear
>"Trixie has time!"
>She looks at you with a genuine smile
>It puts you on the spot, but you manage to return one
>As your niece begins typing wildly, and humming along to the music in the video game, you start to feel like this could really turn things around
___

>>29854721
>You've been sitting on the other side of the table for thirty minutes
>Some pop song coming from the speakers clashes with the game's various jingles
>Trixie rests her chin in one hand while tapping keys with the other
>You made a mistake
>Soon after she met up with her guild, you committed the crime of asking one too many questions
>"Trixie's stupid uncle should sit somewhere else," she mumbled
>So, you did
>You've been here glaring at the back of the laptop and occasionally glancing at the pretty girl behind the counter
>This is the thanks you get
>The worst part is that not a single customer other than you two has come in here
>You're pretty sure the girl with the butterfly clip has spent most of this time pretending to clean things as she sneaks looks at the two weirdos taking up space
"Trixie. How long is this going to take?"
>...She doesn't answer
"Kid. Answer me-"
>Her index finger rises into the air
>A while later she generously gives you two seconds to say, "it depends on RNG. One to two hours."
>Jesus, seriously?
"What the hell is RNG?"
>She rolls her eyes
>As she opens her mouth to give you a condescending explanation, two teenagers walk through the door behind her
>She looks over her shoulder, then leans over her computer
>The newcomers are a girl and a boy
>The cap-wearing chick stuffs change into a vending machine, while the guy steps up to the counter
>"W-Welcome to Pizza Park. WHAT may I get for you?"
>"Do you guys still sell the little bags of potato chips?"
>Hair clip girl rushes to pull a labeled box of chip bags out from under the counter
>"Yeah! There we go! Told you they have them, babe."

>>29854733
>His girlfriend joins his side holding two bottles of soda
>As if her speech hadn't made it obvious enough, hair clip girl's careful grip on the guy's money (and the way she carefully inspects his change before handing it back) make it clear that she just started this job
>You don't blame her
>It can be stressful, and when it's not stressful, it's boring
>The couple stop on their way out
>Cap girl walks up to Trixie
>"Oh my gosh! That bear suit is, like, the cutest thing ever. It looks like it's eating you!"
>Great
>On top of everything else, you get to listen to young girls chatter on
>Only...
>Trixie doesn't reply
>"Did, uh, did you buy it on Amazon? I think I saw one on there."
>...
>"Um."
>...
>Cap girl looks to her boyfriend for help
>He just shrugs
>Your niece leans even closer to her screen, shakes her head and says,
>"Trixie is not interested in talking with nosy strangers."
>The puzzled look cap girl gives her boyfriend leaves you feeling actual shame
>You try to say something - anything - but can't manage a single word
>Cap girl's boyfriend wraps an arm around her and gestures to Trixie
>"Autism speaks."
>He leads the now giggling girl out the door
>You're left with your jaw dropped, your face burning, and your niece oblivious to your confused, mortified stare

>>29854705
I will make a translation of it
After work

5 more hours
and then i am free

Bump for now

welp
i cant write for the next few hours
no time to explain

>>29850886
translated
>My name is Cornelus Hooves, but everybody calls me Cornie.
>I am a pegasus with a grey coat and brown mane.
>I am happily married to my wife,
>Caroline Blok the most beautiful mare in whole Equerstria.
>She has a white coat and yellow mane.
>And more important she is 10 moth pregnant.
>This is the adventure that I got today.
>It is 4 in the night when I heard the news.
>My wife has given birth.
>And I am stuck at work.
>So I ran to my boss.
>"David I need to go to the hospital!"
>"I have become a dad and my wife needs me right now."
>David (My boss) looks at me and he just said this: "What are you still doing here then, just go"
>"We will talk it over later."
>I yell "Thank you"while running to the exit.
>While I was running to the hospital i thought back to a conversation earlier that day.
>I asked Caroline if I shouldn't stay home for her, she looked tired today.
>She insisted that it was nothing and that i should just go to my work.
>Before I knew it, I arrived at the hospital.
>At the desk sat a nurse. (Coolgate I believe)
>She greeted me and asked what she could do to help me.
>I tried to ask were my wife was, but I was so out of breath that I couldn't produce a sound.
>After a few minutes my breathing returned to normal.
>And I tried it again: "Could you tell me were they brought my wife Caroline?"
>She told me that she was on the 3th floor in room 797.
>I went to the elevator and went up.
>The ride took ages.
>I final arrived at the 3th floor and i begun to look for room 797.
>I stared to trod. (I wanted to run but that is not allowed)
>After a short search I found the room.
>There she is my beautiful wife.
>And she is holding a small bundle.
>She looks so happy and I gave her a small hug,
>"Corny you finally have arrived."
>"Look at your beautiful daughter!."
>She opens the bundle while she spoke.
>There she is you daughter.
>She has a beautiful grey coat and yellow mane.
>The best of both parents.

>>29856217
>>29850992
>She opens her eyes.
>And look at those beautiful yellow eyes.
>One look at me and the other doesn't.
>It isn't important right now.
>She is my daughter and I love her as she is!.
>But she still needs a name.
>A name that fits her.
>"Caroline have you thought of a name yet."
>"Because I think that Ditzy Derpy Doo would really fit her"
>Caroline thinks it over and she replies: "I think that is would be a great name."
>You return Ditzy to her mother.
>The night is almost over, the sun slowly rises on the horizon.
>Live can be so beautiful.
>This is were my story ends.
>Live just continuous.
>And it just became better because my family got bigger.

i did not know how to close the story correctly
(not even in dutch)
so it is a bit butchered
this op deliveres

i'll be back in 3 hours
maybe a story maybe not

and i am back
no story's for today
i am a bit busy with other hobby's

bumpies

Beans were you at bro?

>>29858750
sleep?

>>29860344
Probably

>>29861135
aaw that is to bad

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OP were you at?

>>29861813
same place as always at work :(

welp i realy think that the end in nearing for this tread
i am on my own
and i dont have the time to write big story's
and the other writers are to buzzy to update as fast as this topic needs it
i need advice

bump :(

Beans and panic
i need your guys input
i think it is time for this treat to be laid to rest
and i dont want your story's go to waist
what should i do?

>>29863811
I'm not panic or beans, but as a fellow writefag I can give you some advice.

It's only been a couple days since they last posted, so they haven't abandoned the thread just yet or anything. But since they haven't said anything about their current writing status, that means they're too busy, as you said.

So you're on your own right now. But, you should never force yourself to keep a thread alive if you don't have the time and/or energy. All that does is burn yourself out, and makes it harder to get back into writing later.

Something you should always remember, there's nothing wrong with letting a thread 404, because you can always make another thread whenever you're ready. Sometimes it's for the best, giving everyone a break for a while can make the next thread even better.

Don't worry, stories won't go to waste since they have pastebins, and there's always the archives as well.

Lastly, just make sure you leave the thread with a post explaining why you're letting the thread go and what your future plans are. It saves any anons following the thread from looking forward to updates that aren't coming, and let's them know they don't have to keep the thread alive.

>>29864536
thank you for your kind word
and yes i was starting to get burned out
i just started writing 15 days ago
and i just cant think of anything anymore
and i know i am a bad writer
but i forced myself to do it to keep this train goeing
i will think it over
and when the time is here i will let the people know
what i do know is that i will come back with this tread
but not directly

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derpy bump

well
slow day agaian

>>29869569
Don't worry about it
It could have been worse

SAVE!

>>29872949
Thanks

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bump

page 10 save
:P

another close call
i am getting sloppy

and again

>>29880117

>>29881860

it is still here
wow
sombody else doesn't want it to go

>With one last look she looks back.
>This was my home, this is were I belonged.
>But it is time to leave.
>Time has been hard on me.
>I lost everything I had.
>I am a broken shell of what I was.
>I am Derpy a mare that has been bullied all her live.
>It was so bad that we even had to move a few times becaus of it.
>This place, the last place i called home.
>Is were my parents died.
>They died not a sad death but also not a happy death.
>It was a fire.
>A fire that was lit as a prank, a new way to tease me.
>But it went wrong so horrable wrong.
>It was just a burning bag that was trown into the window.
>It even had magic to stop it from burning the house. (all the wanted was to scare me)
>But the magic that was used to contain the fire only made it worse.
>It trapped my parents and the fire in the same room.
>Everytime that I close my eyes I can still hear there screams.
>This was one week ago.
>And now i am alone looking for a new home.

at post 300 i will stop posting

bumper

i hope you will do me a fafour of one more chapter beans

welp time for me to turn in for the night

>>29885328
shame

>>29887037
lol??
somehow this got posted here?
my pc is kind of bugging out right here

>>29773708

>>29888803
Hi

>>29889895
Hi back

well i got some other writers to give me feedback
i am suppriced to learn i am not half bad
still room for improvement
so i might come back in other treads

15 and i will be gone

>>29814709
Brings back memories of the homeless sunset threads.

>>29845259
>2:30:05
>You may have farted.

>>29893393
you live????

>>29893536
It was Easter Weekend and I found three baby bunnies that needed to be taken care of. That and Sister-Beans paid a visit.

Was busy.

>>29893621
cool
you are like the fluttershy of writers
the only diverenc are
you are not shy
about the girl part i aint gonna guess

but you came just bevore i gave up all hope here

Yay beans is back
With more critters

>>29893665
>you are like the fluttershy of writers
More like the mary sue cause I do too many things in real life. Acting, writing, volunteering... I used to be a good fucking artist, but I lost that skill over time.

>>29894055
good stuff