Magicless Anon #9 - Raised from the Dead Edition

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>>29832959

>inb4 gb2 AiE

>>29879655
Why have a ton of inactive generals instead of 1 active general.
You wouldn't have to worry about bumping 50 times, fucking pisses me off.

>>29879971
why have 50 shitty glimmer threads instead of 50 inactive generals?

>>29880068
I don't want 50 shitty glimmer threads.
I think a sticky would work for new episode discussion.

>>29879594
>tfw no more meme images made specially for the thread

>>29881097
>tfw I leave for one weekend and don't check thread and it dies early

>>29881239
Well to be fair, there were 600 threads for the new season

I want more

>GREEN

>>29879594
eyyyy its back

>>29879594
Preemptive bump to keep the thread up!

>>29881356
>>29881097
also, i'm not the normal OP, i just wanted the thread back

>>29883031

>>29883523
That's fine.

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>>29884748

Bup

>>29883523
Do we have a normal OP? I've made the thread a couple times myself, just figured it was a free-for-all on who makes the thread

>>29885616
Anyone can make it, although it's a little disturbing to see the same mistakes being made thread after thread (embed, extra text unrelated to the thread, etc).

>>29885632
Never noticed the embed bit, hopefully that'll get fixed next thread

>>29885632
oh crap whoops

that's on me. i didnt notice that.

Do not get kill thred. I need my green.

>>29886311
>>29879971
>>29885541
>>29883031
gb2 aie

>>29886491
no u

>>29886491
This is literally AiE except it focuses on one incredibly specific subject. Don't scratch your head wondering why it's dead most of the time.

>>29886553
It's more alive than AIE and it's going to die when Urchin is done.

bumperino

urchin u fgt wer u @?

>>29879594
Can someone tell me the context of this pic, please? Is that pony Twilight?

>>29887565
i'll be honest, i just googled "Anon /mlp/" and it was one of the first results. i thought it was fitting.

>>29887565
its dark magic necromancer pone
I remember some green about her but thats it

>>29879594
Holy crap, the necropone thread is back! Did Nob-

Oh.

It's something else.

>>29887581
Quite fitting. Totally fooled me.

>>29887643
It must have been a good green to get some drawn OC.

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>>29879594
Edited a bit to make it fit this thread

>>29887957
Beautiful

>>29887957
Real talk though, it's neat how Anon's magic is the same color as Twilight's because he used her crystals. No matter how much he hates her, she'll always be a part of him in that way. What he views as his greatest trait is in part literally her.

Me want the green

>>29860192

>Celestia’s soft smile returns to her face, directed at Twilight.
>While the two are focused on each other, you make the effort to discreetly slide a few napkins and knives up your sleeves.
>The knives slip neatly into a small hole on the inside of your cuff, but the napkins don’t want to stay.
>”Twilight, thank you for your words. It would seem that even after all this time, I’m still learning from you.”
>Ok, let’s see. They won’t go up your sleeves. Could you tie them around your legs?
>”What do you mean, Princess?”
>”Oh, my dear student, you’ve always been such a wonderful help to me.”
>You’ve got it!
“This is probably a moment better saved for the two of you. I’ll let you be,” you declare and swivel in your chair, leaving them with your back.
>”As much as I’ve taught you over the years, you’ve taught me just as much.”
>One notch at a time, you unzip your pants.
>It’s a long process but just as quiet so that’s something.
>”Do you mean it?”
>”Of course I do.”
>And then just stuff them in there.
>Yeah, there’s plenty of room.
>Just shuffle a few important objects to the left, tuck it all in, and bam.
>Perfect.
“Well,” you shout in tandem with a quick zip-up, “This has all been very informative, but I believe I was promised something by Celestia, was I not?”
>You peek over your shoulder just in time to see them break a hug.
>”That’s right. I’m terribly sorry, Twilight, but it’s time for us to part.”
>Twilight’s eyes visibly water.
>Right as Celestia goes to wipe a tear, she looks straight at you.
>”Are you sure? Anon and I barely got to talk.”

>>29888983

>Did it just get colder in here?
>”It’s been a long night, Twilight. You two will have other opportunities to chat.”
>”But Celestia, how can I bond with Anon if you keep separating us like this?”
>Shit, that’s a really good point.
>Celestia, please don’t listen to her.
>”I know separating yourself from Luna for 1000 years helped your friendship, but Anon won’t live that long.”
>”Thank you, Twilight. Goodbye,” she answers sharply.
>The purple pony princess reels back from Celestia’s sudden tonal shift.
>”Right,” she mumbles. “I guess it is getting late. Goodnight, Princess.”
>Way to go, Celestia.
>Maybe she isn’t so bad after all.
>You know, if she keeps giving you fish and telling Twilight to fuck off, you might actually start to like this mare.
>Twilight bows and retreats, leaving only you and the sun goddess who too, exits the room with you in tow.
>The two of you travel back upstairs, but not to your room.
>Instead, you take a quick turn down the opposite and make way for a new section of the castle you haven’t seen before.
>This will probably be relevant later, so you try to keep a mental map of all the twists and turns you’re making.
>Eventually, you arrive at one simple, yet subtly elegant ivory door at the near end of a hallway.
>Something does startle you about this otherwise bland area.
>You’re not alone.
>You make it just in time to see the last half of a grey tail turn a corner down the next passage.
>It’s very familiar to you, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.
>It’s probably nothing, but your interest is piqued enough that you broach the question: “What’s down that hall?”
>”That is Luna’s room,” responds the sun princess.
“Which would make this your room,” you state whilst a slamming door sounds through the hall.
>”Correct.”
>As if on cue, your ears are filled with the tell-tale squeaking bed springs of intercourse.
“Oh my.”

>>29888990

>Celestia’s door flies open and you’re practically shoved inside.

>Holy moly, that is fantastic ammunition right there.
>You could destroy her with that if you weren’t so concerned about having your soul literally torn to shreds.
>The door to Celestia’s chambers shut, and with the portal to the hallway gone, you’re left in a very quiet, very warm room.
>Warm not just in temperature, but the furnishings and general atmosphere of the bedroom make it feel very welcoming.
>Even the bookcases, objects which normally seem bland and intimidating in an otherwise peaceful room, look soft and lovely.
>”I had the walls soundproofed long ago. Nothing will disturb our learning.”
>So you can’t hear Luna getting her brains fucked out her ears, but at the same time, nobody will hear you scream.
>She’s not going down that route, is she?
>You search for a spot to sit and decide on a rather comfy looking red armchair, but just when you’re about to lower your buttocks down, it hits you that you shouldn’t make yourself so at home in her most personal area.
“Celestia, may I--”
>”Yes, please, settle in,” she cuts in.
>Well that solves that.
>Your body sinks into the material and you lean back, fully immersing yourself in the cloud you’re resting on.
>Oh yeah, this is nice.
>You’d be able to sleep on this thing if you weren’t so jittery right now.
>As it stands though, you’re far too amped up to really rest.
>”Now then, there is much to cover.”
“About me.”
>”About everything.”
“I thought our studies were going to help me learn about myself.”
>”They will,” she says, finding her own chair.
>A little white stool is wrapped in a bright golden aura and pulled over to the two of you.

>>29888997

>She settles back and continues on, “But you are not yourself anymore. Not entirely, that is. You are now the sum of many parts, so to understand yourself, there is much you must learn.”
>Ah, the old “relearn what you know” schtick.
>Orwell was right.

Just a little itty update tonight, but there will be some more coming tomorrow. I know I said I would update yesterday but, you know, the thread died yesterday so I don't feel too bad about it. Anyway, happy Easter to all you dear readers. To kick off the new thread, I'll leave this fully updated pastebin for any new readers to peruse or old readers to relive the magic so to speak https://pastebin.com/5ECNnjxF

>>29889017
Thanks, Sea Nigger.

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>>29879594

>>29888268
Shit

>>29889017
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_J6-3l3hCm0

Does anyone want some green? Im cooking up a spicy story right now and I want to know if you niggers are starving enough to eat.

>>29889915
go for it

>>29889915
Do it fgt

>>29889928
>>29890003
Very well.
>The soft scratching of pen on paper fills the quiet room as you scribble out your equations.
>Tire and groggy, your eyes refuse to focus on the spell you keep trying to write out.
>You set the pen down, bringing up a hand to wipe the fatigue from your eyes.
>”Would you like some coffee, Anonymous?
>Your head turns, and you meet eyes with your assistant
“Please. Thank you, Elena.”
>”No problem!” she happily replies
>Clicking her fingers, she blinked, disappearing off to the small kitchenette in the back of the building
>You picked up your pen and turned back to the paper, scribbling out the rest of your spell.
>A minute or two passed before you set the pen back down, satisfied with your work
>Its taken you more than a few weeks to write this, but you’re more than certain the higher ups will be happy.
>You thought to yourself, excited at the possibility of other worlds filled with magic.
>Your mind wandered, poking and prodding at the ideas of new spells.
>Would the laws of magic in other worlds be the same?
>Would it be openly accepted?
>Or shutdown and refused more so than on Earth.
>The US government knew about magic, and studied it intensely.
>It was kept from the public, of course.
>A decision that did not sit right with yourself, but you stood by nonetheless.
>You were only a high magus, you didn’t make the laws
>With your eyes closed, you begin to drift off before a soft pop rings out in the room
>”I got your coffee, Anon!”
>Your eyes snapped open, and you almost fell from your chair, but you caught yourself.
>”Did I startle you, Anonymous?”
“Yes, actually.” You stood, gently taking the coffee from her offering hands
“I was on the edge of sleep, and you scared the shit out of me.”
>Elena frowned slightly
>”I apologize Anonymous.”
>She looked down slightly
“Hey, don’t apologize. You startled me enough to wake me the hell up so there’s that”

>>29890167
>Elena frowned slightly
>”I apologize Anonymous.”
>She looked down slightly
“Hey, don’t apologize. You startled me enough to wake me the hell up so there’s that”
>She smiled and looked up to reply
>”Very true, that is”
>Just then the phone in the corner of the room rang.
>Your heart skipped a beat.
>You knew exactly who the was.
>Wasting no time, you clicked your fingers; blinking to the phone.
>Clearing your throat, you picked up the phone from the receiver, and spoke.
“Hello?”
>A feminine and mature voice spoke soft and firmly in reply.
>”Is it finished?”
“Yes, I put the final touches on it not ten minutes ago.”
>There was a pause before the voice spoke again.
>”Good, be at the lab in thirty.”
>The line clicked, and went dead.
>You put the phone down and made your way to the papers that littered the table you were working at.
>”What did she say?”
>You turned towards your assistant
“Lab in thirty. You got everything you need?"
>She thought for a moment and then nodded her head.
“Good.”
>After gathering your papers, you pulled the magic from the air.
>A ball of arcane light condensed in your hand, painting the room a soft amber.
>Elena stood by your side, a small backpack slung over her shoulder.
>You envisioned in your mind the laboratory, and released the spell, dropping it to your feet.
>The ball of amber light vanished before rising to engulf you and your assistant.

>>29890173
- - - - - - - - -
>The air cracked and the smell of ozone permeated throughout the large room.
>The laboratory was a sizeable area, and was the same spark white you’ve always known it to be.
>There were a few bookshelves that contained powerful readings.
>Small pools of arcane energy were littered about on desks that sat, pushed to the edges of the lab.
>The familiar sight brought a smile that tugged at your lips.
>”Anonymous.”
>You turned, acknowledging the tired woman.
“Director.”
>The greeting was short and curt, but welcome nonetheless.
>”Do you have the spell?”
“I do.” You held the stack of papers out towards the director
>She took them from your grasp and briefly skimmed them.
>”They look to be in order, but Ill still be handing them off to the other mages to process.”
>She lowered the papers and thought for a moment.
>She turned her gaze to you once more.
>”If I may ask; why is the spell chain so lengthy for?”
>You raised your eye brows in amusement
“Extra-dimensional spells are very, very complicated. Breaking the natural order isn’t easy either”
>You gestured at the spell she held in her hands.
“Hence a very long spell chain.”
>She nodded her head
>”Very well.”
>She spun on a heel, walking deeper into the lab.
>”Follow me, if you will.”
>You started forward before Elena spoke up from behind.
>”What about me?”
>Both you and the Director turned and before you could get a word out the Director spoke.
>”You come with too. You may be a novice but you’re still a mage.”
>You nodded your head towards the director and Elena followed suit.
>After a minute of walking you spot a very unfamiliar piece of machinery at the end of hallway leading out of the labs.

>>29890178
>It looked like the freaking Stargate, but white and very, very sleek.
“What in the fuck is that thing?”
>The director snapped her head to you, narrowing her eyes.
>You cleared your throat
“Apologies.”
>Looking back at the machine, the director spoke
>”That is what will carry your modified portal spell.”
“That’s the thing that will open the window for us to study?”
>”Yes. It will seek out the closest world, with the highest ambient magic count for us to view.”
>She paused
>”Within reason.”
>Another moment passed before she spoke again.
>”Though from my understanding, it might be a tad bit unstable. We’ve never tested it before.”
>You glared at her
“So what you’re telling me is that we’re going to run this full power, TODAY, with my spell and you haven’t even tested the thing?”
>She kept her tired eyes on your shocked visage.
>”yes.”
“Have you even considered anything and everything that could go wrong with this?”
>”yes.”
“And you have no qualms with the possibility of being ripped from existence?”
>”Not a single bit. Anonymous, I am very, very tired and the deadline for this project fell four days ago. I just want to see if the damn thing works so I can go the hell home.”
>You shouldn’t be surprised at how careless she was.
>But you are.
>You aren’t even upset, so you roll with it.
“Okay then, lets run the freaking thing.
- - - - - - - - -
>The machine whirred to life
>Aqua blue lights lined the arms of the portal.
>Arcane energy surged from the four mages feeding the portal from the edges of the room.
>That included Elena.
>And you stood, front and center encased in a brilliant amber glow.
>Your arms were out to the side; magic flowed from your open palms.
>Your spell papers floated around you, and one by one they disintegrated as you casted the spells in sequence.

>>29890184
>A ball of Amber light formed in between the arms of the portal.
>The ball sucked the magic from the air and grew in size, attaching to the machine.
>You casted your last spell as the screen of amber light fell, shimmering.
>The window was open, but the screen was blank.
>Everything was calm for a moment before the machine emitted a strange bloop noise.
>The shimmering amber mirror shifted violently, bringing a small town into the image.
>It looked feudal, and you could even spot a castle atop a mountain in the distance.
>A single standing mountain.
>Strange.
>Everyone cheered, clapping and laughing at the success.
>For the first time in history, humanity gazes into another dimension.
>Elena spoke up, the fatigue evident in her voice.
>”We did it Anon!”
>She walked closer to you, almost tripping on herself.
>”Told you that crazy spell would work.”
>You chuckle.
“Take it easy there, you just threw a lot of magic at this thing and I don’t want you to eat shit.”
Smiling, you point the palm of your hand towards a chair in the corner of the room.
Pulling magic from the air, you casted a telekinesis spell and brought the chair to you.
>”Thanks.”
>Your weary assistant collapsed into the chair
>”How are you not even a little tired?”
>In truth the spell drained the hell out of you.
>Moving a measly chair was a difficult task.
>But she didn’t need to know that.
>You looked down and smiled before turning to the director.
“Well looks like it worked.”
>”Indeed.”
>She kept her eyes on the portal.
>”I want to see if you can shift the view”
That shouldn’t be too hard, just change the location of the portal in their world.”
>You began pulling magic from the air for your spell.
“Any specific location?”
>She thought for a moment.
>”Anywhere is fine, I just want to know if its possible to change views.”
“Very well.”

>>29890191
>You charged your spell and aimed for the forest at the edge of the town.
>The screen shifted, Turning amber for a moment before bringing the forest into view.
>You looked towards the director to gauge her response.
>She merely nodded her head before turning to leave the room.
>”Shut it down, and prep it for tomorrow. We’re going to have a busy day and a lot of data to collect.”
“Yes director.”
>You turned to Elena to ask for assistance and found her fast asleep in her chair.
>You turned to the other three mages there, asking them to assist you in draining the portal of its energy.
>They agreed, and together the four of you pulled the magic from the machine,
>As the magic flowed, there was a crack, and the screen of the portal split.
>Your heart crashed into your stomach; the screen was supposed to fade, not break.
>Then you felt it.
>It came as a slight tug on your coat.
>The others knew too.
“Drop your spells and get out of here!”
>Just as you turned to grab a startled Elena, The portal ripped open.
>A hole in reality was torn as the machine fed off the magic from the other world.
>Though as you looked, the other world wasn’t there.
>Just a hungry void.
>The arms of the machine broke off, and were sucked into the inky abyss.
>The other mages couldn’t catch themselves, and too were pulled in.
>You gathered magic and anchored your feed, grabbing tight onto Elena
>”Anonymous whats happening?!”
>Her voice was trembling, and her body shook.
“The portal collapsed on itself.”
>The surging air only got stronger, and the magic was pulled away from your body.
>You let out a short cry as Elena was ripped from your arms, and you too were pulled towards the darkness.
>You gathered magic once more to anchor Elena, but the portal sucked that away too.
>Elena followed you in, and as the opening shuttered, the spell collapsed, and closed the way.
>Severing your assistant in two.

>>29890201
>Her body disintegrated, and you continued to fly through the void, losing consciousness.
>Allowing the dark to take you.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
>The sun was high over the town of ponyville.
>The birds were singing
>There was nary a cloud in the sky.
>And you were humming to yourself as you fed the chickens in your coup.
>You are Fluttershy, and todays a nice day.
>Walking back from the chicken coup towards the cottage, you hear a powerful crack in the direction of the forest.
>Your hair stood on end as the air was electrified for a moment.
>And your heart skips a beat as the smell of ozone greets your nose.
>You’ve only ever smelled that when a teleportation spell was cased.
>Come to think of it, that crack sound eerily similar to very spell.
>Maybe you should ask Twilight.
>Spreading your wings, you take flight towards Twilight’s castle.

>>29890205
- - - - – - - - - – - - – -
>“It came from over here”
>The smell of ozone was faint, but clear.
>You could sense the magic as well, but it was fading.
>As a matter of fact it felt like the Everfree’s magic.
>You are Twilight, and you could feel the presence of something foreign here.
>Fluttershy had come to the castle asking if you could help her investigate a noise she hear coming from the Everfree.
>Though knowing the Everfree as the home of numerous animals, your first thought was ‘of course there was noise coming from it.’
>But she had mentioned that she had also smelled ozone, and felt the magic in the air.
>That was worth investigating.
>Besides, you didn’t have anything to do home anyways.
>Might as well get out of the house.
>Your train of though is broke as the surrounding air becomes still.
>The sight of fallen trees catch your attention.
>You frown and Fluttershy gasps as you both see that the grass was all but burned away in a circle.
>Your heart races as you see a strange animal in the center of the charred earth.
>”What is that?” Fluttershy asks, “Do you think its hurt?”
“I have no idea.”
>You look toward her and motioned to the creature.
“But I do know that we still need to take it back with us.”
>You picked the strange animal up in your telekinetic grip.
“And send a letter to Celestia.”
>You began walking towards the town.
“C’mon, Fluttershy.”
- - - - - - – -

And that marks that. I apologize if its a little shitty but i sorta wrote this off the seat of my pants. Any ways, if you can leave some criticism, and ill try to improve as i move along.

>>29890211
poor Elena

>>29890211
My criticism is this:
>>29890218
if only it was his boss.
Nice green otherwise, Anan.

>>29890211
>Magicless Anon story
>Anon EXPLICITLY has magic from the beginning
I'm guessig his pondering about magic working differently in other dimensions is going to leave him without magic, otgerwise he could just write up another portal spell

>>29890292
Otherwise*
Disregard spelling error please

>>29890218
Anon didn't even get to bone her

>>29889652
What is this? What do you mean by shit? Do you mean the point is shit or are you saying shit to show your surprise?

>>29890924
Fuck

I should update

>>29891504
>he said, before going silent for 2 hours

>>29890924
I meam that sucks for anonymous if he works that out himself

>>29817002
>>29891851
sorry
>"ANNOOONYMOUUSS~" A distant voice calls out to you
>'Why is it so dark?'
>"Annnnooonnnyymoouuuss" It calls yet it sounds closer this time
>"WAKE UP, ANON!" A pink ball of fluff lands on your stomach disrupting your slumber
"THE FUCK?!" You quickly stood up but something is stopping you
>"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" It repeats, now this time you're contemplating on this 'thing' being an alarm clock and that you should beat it to shut it up
>But being the moralfag you are, you just grab it by the sides and hold it up like a father would to his child
"Who the fu--" You're pushed back by the force and weight of this 'thing'
>It holds you down in a tight hug
>"OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH!OHMYGOSH! I THOUGHT I YOU WOULDN'T WAKE UP!"
>This thing clings on to you as you stand up, you felt her hooves wrap around your neck, her warm breath on your nape and her hind legs on your ass
>You assumed it was a she due to it speaking in a high pitch voice, that and the fact that it had hair and tail that felt like cotton candy
>"ANON! QUICK! GO! TO! THE! CASTLE!" It shouts closely into your ear
>Feeling terrified for your busted eardrums, you ran as fast as your legs could take you
>You were never the 'athletic kind of guy', but exercising with Rainbow Dash and being a helping hand in Applejack's farm might have given your body the strength and endurance it needs
>'Wait, what's an Applejack and a Rainbow Dash?'
>'Names? It sounds familiar, where'd you heard it before?'
>In mere moments, the room stretched out so far that the door seemed distant
>'Why don't you rest for a bit, Anon."
>'Why stop now? The door is right there!'
>Eventually reaching the door, a single thought came to you
>This whole time you've never felt the pink pony's weight
>Why did the room felt longer than it was before?
>One thought gave birth to another and...another
>And finally you came up with the conclusion that

>>29892204
"It's all just a dream..."
>You sighed and wiped off the accumulated sweat on your forehead
>The moment you made contact with the door knob, an overwhelming feeling of dread washes over you
>'What's on the other side?'
>'Who knows?'
>It slowly creaked open until you were blinded by a flash of light
>You looked again and saw that you were in, what you could describe, a crystal castle
>Not feeling a pink bush tickling your head, you felt relieved that the pink menace has disappeared
>Calmly but nervously you looked around for clues on what is going on
>You found two gigantic, crystal doors in the distance
>You blinked for brief moment but when you opened your eyes again the doors were already at arm's reach from you
>Breathing deeply you pushed the doors open
>Swinging loudly and with a loud bam they halt
>"IT'S ANON!" A group of colored ponies all screamed in chorus as if they were heralding your arrival
>Why does it all feel nostalgic
>'The screaming? Or the welcome?'

>>29892229
>Nostalgic screaming

>>29891869
>tfw your hated enemy is literally a part of you and fuels all the best parts of yourself

>>29892673
The hate makes him stronger

>>29890211
I liked it. Thank you friend. Please keep writing.

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MSG WHY HAVENT YOU RETURNED
I READ YOUR STORY FOR NOTHING

>>29888990
>”I know separating yourself from Luna for 1000 years helped your friendship, but Anon won’t live that long.”
kek

>>29888983
>>29888990
>>29888997
>>29889017
My autism is pleased.

I got a question for all of you. Would you be interested in a "Lord of War" story? Anon can't do magic, fails, and just turns to human kinds greatest weapon? Guns and black powder?

>>29892673
>>29893298
Twilight uses this information to be really creepy to her 'friend'.

>>29893994
More than just guns I'd say.
Seems like it'd fall under Technology isn't magic but the two do have some crossover.

>>29894015
Well perhaps magically powered guns. Making shit like Ratchet and Clank weapons, or DOOM weapons a reality.

>>29894015
Honestly I feel like there's potential for TiM fueled by anon's frustration at his lack of magic, as opposed to Twilight's scepticism. Maybe something like Obsession, but instead of covering himself in runes anon builds an army powered by non-magical technology. (Or maybe finds a way to use magitech, which has the bonus of being more realistic - one person with no infrastructure cannot build an army of drones, but an army of golems might well be feasible - as well as keeping with the general "trying to get magic for himself" trend.)

I would really like a continuation of the story about anon using the mirror pool to create an army dedicated to wiping out magic.

It fulfilled by edgyness autism in a special way.

>>29893994
Sounds good but just make sure he doesn't reverse engineer those weapons from pony technology or else you've got a King Anon ripoff on your hands.

>>29894224
King Anon? I know my autism level is high since I keep up on a lot of fan fics, but I've never heard of this one. Is it any good?

>>29893994
Yes! Do it.

>>29894441
It's the first one Urchin wrote under his name and one of his best.

>>29894490
I read it awhile ago not realizing it was the same guy here. It's a damn good read

>>29893649
soon

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>no urchin green yet

>>29895064
nigga it's still tonight hold your shit

>>29895064
Often times by "Tonight" urchin means "One in the morning"

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>>29865463
So I know it's been a while, again.
Been real busy, but I should be good for a green dump either tomorrow or the day after.

>>29888997

>And that was when she decided to teach you about runes.
>Yeah, you two spent all night studying the basics and working on your forms so you could better understand what it is you’re putting on yourself.
>Nah, just kidding.
>Instead, she spends a few minutes lecturing you on the importance of understanding magic before applying it.
>Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know all this already.
>Just because you didn’t do it doesn’t mean you don’t know it.
>”For example,” she says, pointing right at your chest, “I suppose you didn’t know the type of rune you bind something with has an effect on its quality of magic.”
>You raise an eyebrow at her statement.
“Magic is magic. Sure, different runes exist, but that’s only to say the same thing in different words.”
>”Right, sure, that’s why anything bound with Courage Cardiac’s set of polished runes functions smoothly and with little magical consumption as opposed to Blackmane XIV’s twisted sets.”
>Wait a second, you’ve been using Blackmane’s rune set.
“What are you trying to say?”
>”Haven’t you noticed how difficult it is to power a spell? How draining it is on you?”
“Well, yeah. Spells need magic. I feed it to them. Of course it’s draining.”
>”I’m sorry, I forgot for a minute you don’t have any reference point to look from here.”
>She sits down and hovers over a small mirror, setting it down on the floor.
>”Did you notice how smoothly my aura appeared and receded over that?”
“Yeah.”
>”And if you tried the same thing, what would happen?”
“My aura would wrap around and recede.”
>Click.
>That’s the only sound you hear before your world stops.

>>29895917

>That didn’t just happen.
>No way it didn’t. Not after two days.
>She couldn’t possibly trust you enough.
>You say that, yet the sudden weightlessness on your wrist disagrees.
>Should you look?
>No, it’s a test.
>Don’t do it, Anon.
>Aw fuck, you looked.
>Your wrist is free. The black bracelet that was once clamped around it has been removed.
>The rings slide easily off your fingers, leaving your left hand open.
>Instantly, you can feel your hand warming as magical power rushes to it, aching to escape.
>”I’ve given you use of one of your hands. Be wise.”
>You swallow hard, examining the appendage.
>Lavender sparks shoot out from it, wrapping around each finger and darting throughout the room.
>No, Anon.
>Contain yourself.
>You can’t do anything right now.
>Not only would your output be halved thanks to the other bracelet, but you’re not anywhere near strong enough to face Celestia.
>There’s no telling if a surprise attack would be effective or not.
>Even if it were and you manage to kill her, then what?
>Assuming your soul isn’t locked on a deadman spell tied to her, you still don’t know where it is.
>You’re screwed three ways from Sunday if you fight her.
>Just roll with the blows, man.

>>29895923

>Your eyes roll down, scanning your body.
>You can make out the faint purple glow of your passive runes working at half strength.
>Oh man, that feels great.
>It’s only been two days and yet you’d almost forgotten what it felt like to have that power coursing through you.
>She points to the mirror she had brought over.
>”Well? Move it.”
>Move it with the magic, of course.
>You hold your hand out and focus on the telekinesis spell plastered on your chest.
>Your aura takes hold of the mirror and slides it a foot to the left, then disappears.
“Easy peasy.”
>”And did you not see a difference there?”
“Difference in what?”
>Without any warning, the object leaps from the floor and rockets towards you, pushed along by a golden energy.
>Instinctively, you protect yourself.
>Your hand rises and overtakes the mirror, completely smothering the smooth, radiant magic with your own bubbling, electric power.
>”Magic is magic in the same way that soldiers are soldiers. Imagine you have two armies trained in the same way fighting in the same war. The difference is, one recieves orders from a corrupt dictator and the other from a benevolent ruler. The armies, alike in all ways but one, will function fundamentally differently.”
>The mirror is released from your grasp as the bracelet and attached rings slide back over your hand, locking around your wrist with a loud cuh-chk.
>”The runes you’ve put on yourself are sickening, angry things. The magic spells they make will perform equally as such.”

>>29895930

“I picked Blackmane’s runes because they’re simple, straightforward, and powerful. I didn’t care at the time where they came from and I still don’t see a reason why I should.”
>”All of your magic, coming in or going out, must be filtered through those runes. That means the power swirling inside of you is as violent as what comes out through your spells. What I’m trying to say is that if you had picked a softer brand, your magic would be more tame, subdued, instead of angry.”
“And I still don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
>”What it has to do with you is that it’s only doing all the more to rip you apart. You do remember that part, don’t you?”
>This shit again?
>”With the amount of runes you have on you and how fast you can draw in magic, I would give you eight years to live before your body gave out. That is, using an older, nicer language. Due to the nature of what you’ve let into yourself, I would honestly be surprised to see you make it past two.”
>Yeah, ok.
>Sure thing, Celestia.
>Let’s just find that super spell to remove runes and get rid of them all then.
>Like you’re going to fall for this shit.
>”And for the record, that is what I meant by corruption. The vileness that is Blackmane’s rune language would have driven you mad in a search for more power had I not intervened. It may yet still, but the point of our lessons is to try and stop that.”
>And if she should fail…
>”And if I should fail, there’s always plan B.”
“I liked you better when you gave me fish.”

>>29895946

Which one of you said I wouldn't update until 1am? Well look at me now. Look at me and eat your words. I post when I want. I'm a strong independent shitposter and I ain't need no schedules. Except for the one I'm setting right now which clearly states that if not tomorrow, I'll have more green ready by Wednesday. Definitely Wednesday, but I'd like to hit tomorrow too. Wouldn't it be neat to nail every night this week? Food for thought. Anyway, good night, dear readers.

>>29895954
That was me and I dearly apologize. Please forgive me Urchin senpai.

>>29896084
Good,now lick his rectum

>>29896205
l-lewd

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>>29895946
>your magic is evil and mean and it'll kill you and drive you insane

I'm sure anon would honestly rather die alone as an insane powerful magic hermit than live out his life in a world where he makes almost no impact.

At least I would, and I concider my priorities straight.

>>29896840
Well too bad, your priorities are actually gay

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>>29895946
I don't know if it's just me, but I don't understand the point of the whole thing with the mirror. I understand what Celestia is trying to say, of course, but either because I missed something major while reading this, or because Urchin missed something while writing this - either way, I don't see how the mirror ties into that or demonstrates anything at all.

>>29896959
It's not the mirror itself, it's the 'smooth' magic being overtaken by the 'bubbling' magic and the fact that 'bubbling' magic is different and is going to kill you, so is bad.
So far a half-hearted explanation more along the lines of "Why? I said so and its going to kill you, that's why." than an actual explanation.
The fact that she said she uses different runes might be point to think about.

>>29896979
>you in charge of reading comprehension
First people complain about why runes are bad and then Celestia explains and outright shows why Anon's in particular are bad because they were written by a bloodthirsty maniac and poison the magic coming into his body. She even explains an earlier point she made about corruption. It's not a "they're evil because I said so" it's a "they're evil because shit man look at how evil it is with your own 2 eyes"

>>29895946
>Anon will never live to see newfags destroy the show after 8 years
>He gets to die with Mom at season 2
Ultimate pottery

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>>29897354
>are bad because they were written by a bloodthirsty maniac
That sound like and awfula load of crap.
>they were written by a bloodthirsty maniac
How exactly is it supposed to make runes themselves bloodshirsy or maniacal? Did he INVENT them? Did he CURSED them? Dose he still live somewhere still INFLUENCING only HIS runes somehow?
Otherwise it just sounds like an awful generic stigma - "damn, John was evil and he died early, so the chair made by him is also evil and you gonna dieif you sit on it".

Bullshiiiiit.

>>29897354
Except she hasn't said why they're evil yet. The only one he's harming is himself, so why is he locked up for it? I could understand not wanting your people to get runes and all die in a few years, in the same way the government wouldn't want everyone to go chop off one of their legs or something, but just because someone chopped off their leg doesn't make them evil

>>29897979
If you assume Celestia is out for blood, then yeah. But if you assume she just has a different world-view to anon, and isn't inherently evil, which seems the more reasonable explanation to me, then note how she explicitly said "evil" runes draw more power than "good" ones. Then she demonstrated the difference in the textures of magic.

She could always lie and fake, but I don't see a reason for her to do that. Even if she's only keeping anon around for Twilight's sake, she's so trigger-happy with the strikes that if she really wanted him gone she could just be like, "woops strike three because I said so, now you die, bye and rip". It's not like she gives detailed reports to Twilight - "you see, he was so evil, I gave him a chance and he blew it within days, he was irredeemable" would suffice.

Instead she goes through the trouble of being very strict, but fair (from a certain point of view). She looks like she's actually putting in effort into trying to help anon, although her and anon's definitions of "help" really don't match up. I can't imagine why she would earnestly expend time, effort and resources on that and then lie on such a core issue.

The alternative is if she really wants anon to agree with her for her own reasons, i.e. she has a use of her own for him. I can't imagine her needing him, though, when there's almost certainly better casters and better scholars than him around, ones who don't hate the guts of her faithful protégé, herself and ponies in general.

Another alternative to add to my post above that I just thought of is Celestia being so used to manipulating others that she has no qualms lying to anon just to convince him that he was wrong and should repent - not because she has an ulterior motive, but simply because Twilight asked her to help reform him, so she does it how she knows best.
I guess that's an option, but this portrayal of Celestia doesn't strike me as being the type to do that. She's more "benevolent dictator"/"mother knows best" than "all-pervasive chessmaster".

>>29896979
Ah, right - I missed the "smooth" vs "bubbling", that's what confused me

>>29898820
I think it also had to do with the sparks. Nobody else has ever had that happen to them, only Anon. Maybe the magic electricity jumping out from him after spells isn't just because he used a lot of magic, but because his magic is inherently violent and destructive so it's ripping itself out of him like electricity.

>>29898777
Or she is lying, and lying thrice as much as anyone could imagine, even Anon himself.
What if she's lying about being able to kill of Anon by burning his picture to simply him and make him actually controllable? What if Anon actually won't die if something happens to that picture, but rather become unbound vengeful spirit, that can wreck Celestia's shit? What if not only that, but Celestia knows that Anon will inevitably overpower his restraints in some way and then possibly even outmach her, and there is simply no way that Anon can be contained eternaly or killed, so she's trying to brainwash him now and there?

I bet she's just gone at it SO BIG that it almost doesn't seem like a lie.

>>29895946
>>”And if I should fail, there’s always plan B.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwY84Fg4NsM

So what is your favorite story in this thread, anons?

Hard mode: Can't choose Obsession

>>29896840
>I'm and edgy idiot.
Obsession Anon isn't a winner, and neither are you.

>>29899832
Hard mode is hard.

I used to like story written by MSG, but then he added changelings. I stopped reading then.
Anon's horn problem was funny.
And one-shots about meme magic were a very enjoyable change of pace. It's sad that nobody saves short stories like this.

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>>29900043
>he doesn't want to be a wizard

>>29899832
Any story? Anon wiping out magic using the iron in his blood and the mirror pool

Alive stories only? I quite like HK's one, it's a nice change of pace from the usual "grrr angery" magicless anons

>>29900780
>Any story? Anon wiping out magic using the iron in his blood and the mirror pool
I missed that one. Sauce?

>>29898904
Written by a different writefag, maybe. Urchin is obviously very against invincible Anons.

>>29900806
It didn't stay for long and I'm not sure if it even got a pastebin, but I was looking forward to it too

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>>29900854
It does sound good. Oddly enough, I was having a similar idea from a cyoa I saw a while ago (pic related is the choice in question.) An anti-magic anon hellbent on the destruction of magic in a world full of it sounds like a good, if edgy, idea.

>>29900889
I'm probably an edgy faggot, but I am pretty sure I'd do the same if I was treated like a weak kid all the time. If I can survive without it just fine, you can do it too.

>>29900932
I don't know. I for one would prefer to find a way to obtain magic before resorting to cutting down everyone else to make myself feel better.

Why not just remove the evil runes and replace them with the good ones?

>>29900974
And if you would find none? What then?

>>29901013
I would cut down everyone else to make myself feel better. Or perhaps make ass loads of money and get unicorns to cast spells for me.

>>29901003
You mean why not just try to remove conflict without actually resolving the core issues?

>>29901061
Well I hadn't looked at it like that. The getting fuckload of money I mean.

>>29900806
>>29900854
Yeah it was basically a prompt, then an anon picked it up and wrote one or maybe two updates, then it died

I did specifically classify it as a dead story for a reason

>>29865463
>Holy piss
>Whatever expectations you had for this book were completely stomped by this outcome
>An outcome that's got you a touch worried
>But honestly, who the fuck wouldn't worry with a line like 'fate worse than death for discovery'
>I mean sure, those 'Sol Invictus' fucks from before were a big red flag
>And those other two pedestal books probably deserved destruction
>...
>Wait what the fuck are you on about?
>Destroying books?
>You might not be princess purple, but book destruction will still draw out a REEEEEEEEE from you
>Even if they're not on the most kosher of subjects
>'but that makes them even better anon'
>Fuckin rights it does
>But you'll read those at your own risk later
>If you can work up the nerve to read this fucking thing at your own risk, that is
>If you can't even read the not-outwardly-sketchy book with a small preface warning, how the fuck did you plan on reading the outwardly-sketchy ones?
>Christ, you need some music for this shit
>Something classical, to help tide over the nerves
>You, 'Captain YOLO', are nervous over a fucking book

>>29901304
>Well you know what, book
>I ain't gonna take that shit from you
>You've read some awful shit in your time, from the dark corners of the 'net
>How can this compare to diaper-shitting furries?
>Protip: it can't
>And before you know it, the page is turned
>Alright, one more bit of text, then... a form?
>There's a fucking form to fill out
>Well, okay, that should have been obvious from the language select
>But whatever, you shan't question the iPhone book yet
>"To protect the knowledge contained within from the eyes of others, and from an impatient or malevolent reader, this tome will not provide all of its knowledge to you immediately, as a traditional book would"
>"Instead, this tome will be bound by blood to your very soul, unreadable to all but yourself. Accessing the knowledge within will be a slow and gradual process, as the book will regulate the flow of information to you, as it senses your readiness for it."
>"To this end, the book will require you to perform your own research, discovering the secrets of the arcane as the Faber Mystico themselves once did, and presenting your findings to the tome itself. Should the book see that you have done well, it shall reveal that knowledge to you."
>"Understand that this tome acting as a poor substitute for a teacher, is as much as inconvenience to the reader, as it is a protective measure against the ones unworthy to obtain the information stored within these pages."

>>29901312
>"Binding the book to yourself is not permanent, and can be undone with the sequence of release, discoverable by decoding the book from back to front. But you will lose all of your progress made in the book, should you choose this."
>"If you still wish to pursue the arcane, fill the opposite page with your details, and place a drop of your blood atop the designated area."
>...
>wew lawdy
>This is way more work than you would have liked
>But hey, it's not like you have anything better to do
>I mean, it straight-up told you that you can Ctrl-Z everything in here with that symbol trace job you did before
>...
>Yeah, you're going to regret this
>But you're too hyped to care
>On the next page, it barely had anything to fill out
>Name, language to outsiders, and a checkbox for hiding your name from the front
>And below all of that was a square area with a droplet drawn in the middle
>Three guesses as to what that's for
>Picking the quill back up, you fill out your name, set the outsider language to that zebra language, and choose to hide your name
>Now for the slightly squicky part
>Self harm and blood are like two things that you hate the most
>And cutting a fingertip open to bleed on a book is enough to skeeze you out
>Yeah, yeah, you're the pinnacle of all things masculine, you know

>>29901321
>You notice a little sharp rock on the floor
>That would do the trick well enough...
>Yeah you know what, fuck it all
>You're gonna ride this high you've got going and just fuckin' do it
>Otherwise your bitch ass will never do this again
>Time to act like the 'Captain YOLO' you were always meant to be
>The rock is picked up and poised to strike
>Aaaand pretty much stays like that for like ten seconds while your nerve bleeds away
>JUST
>You shut your eyes
>DO IT
>You start pressing the rock into your skin
>YOU FAGGOT
>You quickly swipe it across the tip and OHHGODWHYDIDYOUDOTHIS
>THISWASANAWFULIDEAWHYDIDYOUCONSIDERTHISOHGODITSTINGSPLEASEMAKEITSTOP
>IT'SNOTEVENSTERILIZEDMANYOU'REGONNAGETFUCKINGSPACEHERPESFROMTHISOHGODHELPME
>You didn't even notice you putting the ailing finger in your mouth
>Did you evenOHGODYEPTHERE'STHATCOPPERYTASTEOHGODSUICIDEISSOTEMPTINGRIGHTNOW
>You sit there sucking your finger like a baby for a good ten seconds before the haze of bitching out lifts momentarily
>Your finger's bleeding, that means you can do this shit
>You pull the finger out and wipe the spit off of it
>As much as you didn't want to see this, there was definitely a nice gash on it

>>29901329
>Fucking hell you're going weak just looking at it
>It was starting to ooze blood as well
>imfuckingdone.webp
>NO YOU'RE NOT FUCKING DONE
>You hover the finger over the square on the book
>FUCKING MAN UP YOU BITCH
>You wince as you begin milking the finger for more blood
>YOU CHOSE THIS, NOW FINISH IT
>Ohdeargodinheavenit'spoolingupatthefingerbutit'snotdroppingpleasehelpme
>YOU WILL NEVER LIVE THIS DOWN IF YOU DON'T DO IT
>It's a slow process to get enough pooled on there
>The adrenaline rush from the incision has you significantly more focused on this, however
>Though the skeeze factor is still in full swing, it's not causing a total bitch out
>Thanks, brain
>You watch as the drop builds mass
>And sure enough, it finally, after what feels like forever, drips onto the page
>Okay finally, now you can HOLY SHIT THE BOOK IS FLOATING
>AND IT'S STARTING TO ARC ELECTRICITY AND SHIT
>OH LORD NO, YOU ACTUALLY DID UNLEASH THE SWARM, DIDN'T YOU
>PLEASE DON'T EAT ME, I'M TOO GAMEY, TAKE THE HORSES INSTEAD
>NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO CASH IN THAT FAVOUR YOU OWE ME, JESUS
>RIP ANON, 20XX, KILLED BY THE FUCKING ELDER GOD BOOK

>>29901337
>And as soon as the book begins it's pyrotechnic shitshow, it suddenly stops, and flops to the ground.
>...
>OH THANK GOD IT'S NOT GOING TO EAT ME
>...
>DEEP BREATHS THERE, ANON
>...
>THE MADNESS IS OVER
>...
>You spend a solid three minutes calming your shit down.
>You had to admit, that little breathing trick of Twilight's became surprisingly effective near the end there.
>Whew
>Okay, the book is now closed, with the cover facing up.
>So it's not going to fucking eat you this time.
>You certainly hope it doesn't, especially after all this shit it put you through.
>The cover's unchanged, but upon opening it, the contents have definitely changed
>The book had some little coloured tabs in it with some undecipherable symbols on them, presumably to denote what they are.
>And front and center was a table of contents, the only preface being a small sentence saying this book belongs to Anonymous.
>Hey, at least it gets to the point.

>>29901343
>The table is divided up into major sections, with a coloured symbol corresponding to the colour of the tabs.
>There's also an indented list of subsections. Well, except for the part where they outright say that you haven't discovered anything.
>Indeed, all of the major sections were completely garbled and unintelligible.
>Looking closely, you notice that the text and symbols are actually changing really slowly.
>So, that's how it keeps new players out, eh?
>Actually, wait a second.
>The first section isn't garbled and changing: 'Basic principles', with the tab icon being a simple stylized brain.
>WELL
>As much as you'd like to proceed with this nonsense, that adrenaline high from before is coming down, and you can already feel the crash coming on
>You close the book and decide to come back to this shit later
>You take the other books, and bundle them back up, bottom-to-top in order of most sketchy to least sketchy
>You set that shit down on the chest, collect your other things, and ascend right up the ladder from whence you came...
>Or, at least you tried, before remembering you have to open the fucking doors first
>Fucking hell, you didn't even notice the door was closed
>You swear, if this is indicative of the other shit in that book, you were going to be quitting this sooner rather than later
>And your finger is still bleeding
>Fuck everything with a cedar two-by-four

>>29901353
>...
>The first thing you hear is the sound of birds chirping
>The first thing you smell is fabric softened cleanliness
>The first thing you feel is warm and soft fabrics
>...
>Holy god, this bed is the cat's ass
>If only you could never leave it's confines
>Fuck, you didn't even notice yourself getting into bed
>Funny, usually you remember bedtimes with such clarity
>Especially being a professional slacker
>And in a new, properly sized bed, no less!
>Why would you...
>...
>Oh
>OH
>HOLY MOTHER OF OH, BATMAN
>Any pretense of slumber was swept swiftly away by the memories of last night
>The house, the girls, the party, and of course, the magic book
>The tracing, the warning, the hype, the finger cutting--
>THE FINGER CUTTING
>Up comes Mrs. Palms faster than Rainbow Dash and Sonic's mutant lovechild
>...
>Well, it looks like you at least had the sense last night to wrap it in toilet paper.
>But it also soaked up a fair amount of it before the bleeding stopped.
>Enough that it probably soaked a bit into the sheets, from the looks of it.

>>29901357
>You wrest yourself free from your comfortable duvet prison, and waste no time in pulling back the sheets.
>First thing you see is the patch of blood.
>Thank God it wasn't more than a little patch like that.
>Okay, this finger had it worse than you thought at first.
>You head into the bathroom with a much clearer mind than last night, and see about finding some proper dressings for this.
>Oh thank the Lord, there was some proper medical stuff in the cupboard beneath the sink.
>You pull free some bandages and a large cotton pad, put them near the sink, and slowly begin peeling the toilet paper 'bandage' away.
>It went fine up until the wound itself was agitated, at which point a surprising amount of dull pain flared up from it.
>You grit and bear it, and finally pull it free.
>Man, this is a mess. Dried blood covered all of your finger, and the freshly peeled wound was looking red, swollen, and was already beginning to seep more blood.
>You turn the sink on and begin scrubbing the dried stuff away with the cotton pad under the water, taking care to avoid the cut until the very end.
>Of course, you start wincing and cursing as soon as the cut itself requires attention. But at the very least, it was cleaning up, with the new blood washing away with the flow of water.
>After cleaning your finger to satisfaction, you dry it off with... the bath towel right behind you, yeah. Helps if you think this through a bit, Anon.
>And then came the bandaging, which fortunately didn't take very long. It helped that it didn't take much bandaging to cover the wound to satisfaction.

>>29901363
>All right, everything's good here for now. You dispose of the bloodied items, and put the extra bandages away.
>ALL RIGHT, DEEP BREATHS
>Holy fucking Christ was this not how you wanted to start your first day officially living in your house
>You were already on major edge from this
>And you don't handle being on edge too well
>You get way too serious for your liking
>And you don't sleep well
>And yet you can't shake the feeling that it was somehow worth it
>Yeah, even after all of that, you still want to read more of that book
>But one thing is for sure
>You are NOT doing it today
>You had a drinking date with Dash and AJ tonight, plus pet shopping with Fluttershy the day after
>You know, measurements by Rarity didn't sound quite so bad now
>And you'd get some library fleshing out by the end of it
>You know what? Perspective is what you got from all of this
>Hanging out with your friends was sounding a lot better than bleeding on an eldritch tome of forgotten knowledge
>...Although it still grabbed your interest like a motherfucker
>Yeah, fuck cats, I hated them anyways, bring on the curiosity
>...
>You'll get to the books after your liasons with the girls. So, three days from now. Plenty of time to calm down and go into this with an open mind.
>Now, you're sincirely hoping that the import beers would do something to you later tonight. Anything to take your mind off of this clusterfuck.

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>>29901371
Gaze upon the deliverance I have granted you, and sing the praises thereof.
Or don't, if you don't want to.
Had a lot of fun writing this though, for real.

Pastebin updated and ready for perusal in the OP.

Also, fucking 1337 get bitches

>>29901400
What a leet update

>>29901400
Neat chunk you got there.

>>29901400
We love you HK. Thank you for making this tasty green.

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>>29895930

>>29900780
Fuck. Now I want to pick up Anti-magic anon again. People actually liked it. If only I could keep motivation like Urchin.

>>29902673
Speaking of, I can repost what I wrote and maybe make a pastebin, if you guys want.

>>29902810
Go for it, it'd be nice to have a pastebin in case you start writing it again

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>>29902673
>>29902810
Go for it, bud
And maybe see about keeping the ball rolling

>>29903091
>>29903240

>These Ponies.
>You’re sick and tired.
>Magical Instant Buttons.
>Everything was easy.
>They knew no struggle.
>Not like you did.
>And they were oh so patronizing about it.
>You’re done with them, you're done with magic.
>You want it stamped out and gone.
>You want them to know the pain of life.
>Even if it would kill them.
>But how, was the question.
>Iron was the answer.
>Most of your time was spent reading inside of Twilight’s library.
>Enough time to learn about the joys of Iron, a material that, absorbs and dissipates any and all magic, converting it into dust and water condensation.
>This is why you cannot do magic, you had iron in your blood, they did not.
>But while you had iron in your blood, it was not enough to absorb all the magic around, just enough to prevent you from being affected by it.
>The Equestrian government would quarantine and cordone off all deposits of iron ore discovered.
>You would uncover these, and you would wipe out their easy-out switch, and teach them the way that you had to live.
>Your brow furrows as you ponder the solution to the acquisition of the answer, you lack one of the most vital resources in obtaining this material.
>Power.
>Looking to the rows upon rows of books, you ponder how you can possibly remove the easy out button that these creatures lorded over you.
>You pry yourself out of your seat, walking over to the sea of paper.
>One of these books would reveal to you the power you required.
>You reach up and pull out a book.

>Hours later.

>Page after page, book after book, shelf after shelf.
>Nothing, nothing that could help your plight.

>>29903307
>Your teeth grit in anger and you grip the page of ‘Oddities of the Everfree’, you were skimming over.
>With a quick, but heavy, breath out your mouth you rip a few pages out of the book and lean back in the short chair you sit in.
>Your hand falls to your side and you release the pages from your hand.
>After five minutes of controlled breathing your temper comes under control.
>You only got angry like this when it was something you were passionate about.
>And today you had developed a passion for destroying a cancer of this society.
>You bring yourself to sit straight and look at the tome you had just maimed.
>Letting out a sign you go to slam it shut and put it back, but something calls your attention.
>Clones.
>You stare hard at the page, reading over every word, savouring them, and burning them in your memory.
>A pool of undefined liquid, liquid not magical in nature, but that produces seemingly magical effects, such as the cloning of an individual, and the ability to stay in a liquid state even after being frozen to levels that would freeze any other thing.
>You didn't pay attention to the last part, it was not essential.
>But it was non-magical, and would produce clones.
>Meaning that you could use it.
>That was strangely convenient.
>You dare not question this stroke of luck.

>You look around the place you've been residing in the past 6 months.
>A library, one made out of a tree.
>A repository of information.
>False information.
>Soon to be, when magic is wiped from the face of this planet.
>You wander to the kitchen and pull out the aluminum sets of cutlery that twilight keeps.
>You had learned early on that shitty metals, ones that were common on earth, are the exact opposite here, these forks and knives were the equivalent of silver here, reinforced with magic of course, but nothing else, luckily.

>>29903314
>You begin shaving the surprisingly soft aluminum into piles near the books, potent enough to explode.
>Running back into the kitchen you grab any and all wooden vessels that can hold water and fill them, placing them near the shavings.
>You sit down and breath, processing what you are just about to do.
>Exhaling you nod your head and proceed back into the kitchen to rifle through the pantry of your soon-to-be former host.
>A few minutes lead you to find that she doesn't really make anything at her home except for sandwiches and tea.
>Though digging through the back you find some cooking oil and pick it up, bringing it to the forefront of the house, and near the impending explosion.
>You stop for a moment, stretching from holding the 30 gallon drum of likely expired oil.
>You didn't need it to be valid for consumption anyway, it would all burn.
>You step back and admire what you had done.
>Chemistry had not failed you yet again.
>You walk to the room that you had stayed in for the duration of your time here.
>Picking your meagre amount of items and storing them in a sort of backpack, you smile as you finally decide to act on your admittedly not well thought out plan.
>You loop the pseudo-backpack onto your shoulders and March out of the tiny room.
>Uncorking the barrel, you throw it onto your shoulder, letting it spill out behind you in a trail.
>You leave through the back door of the house, and use your left hand to pull out one of the seven zippo lighters you had on you for a myriad of reasons.
>You reach the edge of the property in town to see a half dozen ponies looking at you.
>You frown but otherwise ignore them before flicking your lighter open, tossing the barrel behind you, and dropping it in the oil.
>The sudden heat behind you indicated that it was working.
>You pick up speed, walking away from the building as fast as possible.
>A deafening sound and a wave of manageable heat hits your back, as you make it out of the town and into the everfree

>>29903328
>Screaming is audible as you track and comb the forest for the landmarks of the pool.

>Looking around you, you spot a trio of tall obelisks, you read that these were some of the landmarks that resided near the pool.
>A podium lies in the center of the trio, and everything in a 20 foot radius is dead.
>You pass right by the place, no need to go into the unnatural death-circle.
>You were curious of course, but not suicidally so.
>For about 30 meters or so, bramble and dead vines begin to coat everything, another landmark listed by the book.
>Now all you had to look for was the entrance to the cave that housed the-
>You feel your body slide down a rather steep slope before sliding to a halt, your arm submerged in the warm liquid of something.
>This must be the pool.
>Your head slowly draws up, staring at the walls of the cavern, coated in glowing mosses and fungi.
>It definitely seemed stereotypical enough.
>You chuckle to yourself.
>Standing up and brushing yourself off, you take a better look of your surroundings.
>It's big and cavernous, a perfect mix to start as a base of operations, and as your only way of obtaining manpower.
>You make your way over to the puddle and look into it.
>Nothing out of the ordinary, just a reflection of yourself looking back.
“Shit. How am I supposed to do this?”
>You swipe your hand across the water, though strangely it doesn't splatter across the floor near you, it just slides off your hands before it leaves the pool.
>Like it's magnetized to something at the bottom.
>The liquids texture was off as well, almost as if it was liquid metal, like mercury at room temperature.
>You facepalm as you realize what this pool is made of, or a theory of it anyway.
>Nanomachines, son.

>>29903339
>You dip your hand into the pool and take out a cupped hand full of the liquid, it escapes your hand like worms wriggling.
>You tap your head in thought, attempting to remember the phrase that activated the pool.
>Something, something, double manned?
“I want to be double manned?”
>The water ripples and a hand rips up and out of the water, your hand.
>You stumble back onto your ass and scoot away as the other you pulls himself out of the water, coughing.
>”Jesus fucking Christ. I want to kill myself.”
>It's definitely you.
“Holy Shit! I duplicated myself, my plan is coming to fruition!”
>”My god, I’m your duplicate? What the fuck is this?”
>He pulls himself out of the pool and rolls onto his back in front of it.
>”Why am I such a dumbass?”
“Hey now.”
>You put your hands up in the classic ‘what the fuck, dude’ position.
>”So, why did you duplicate yourself? I mean, I'm not unhappy about this turn of events, but yeah, why?”
“I want to wipe out magic, I want to rub our superiority in the unexpecting faces of the ponies.”
>”Wait, is this some kind of magical fucking fairyland with talking midget horses?”
>You sign before responding.
“Yes.”
>Anon2 brings his right hand to his eyes and rubs.
>”So. You want petty revenge on some fucking small, probably adorable ponies?”
>His hand slams down into the pool and he begins to laugh as hard as he can.
>”Fuck it, sure. I guess since I’m the clone here I should get a new name, why not Incognito? Seems samey enough to fit a theme, I guess.”
>The newly christened Incognito takes a deep breath before standing and brushing himself off.
>”What's the game plan, Anony?”
“I don't have one, just quite yet.”
>”Of course you don't, of course you don’t.”

>>29903350
>"So, we're going to have to start from scratch out here in Ass-fuck-nowhere, Everfree Forest, because you decided to light a library on fire?”
“It felt like the right thing to do.”
>”You're a madman, but because I am you, I feel morally obligated to see these plans through the end. And, well, you know, I have a deep seated revulsion for magic as well.”
“Right. But where are we supposed to go from here?”
>”We can always go into the town you ran from and raid the place, we can be like vikings, but with a forest instead of Denmark.”
“I like it, but we should probably make more clones before we attempt to steal and break shit.”
>You and Inco approach the pool, he looks up at you and down at the pool.
>”How do we do this?”
“Just look at the pool and say ‘I wish to be Double Manned’.”
>”That's incredibly fucking gay, mate.”
>He sighs and looks to the pool before repeating what you had told him.
>Another (you) bursts from the surface of the pool and gasps before flopping onto land and coughing up some of the nanomachines which flow into the lake.
>This new (you) looks at the two of you before uttering.

>>29903356
>”What the fuck?”
>He exposes the skin of his neck to you, and you notice an intricate tree is formed out of intense veins on his neck.
>Is it a clone thing?
>You immediately turn on Incognito and bend his head at an awkward angle, he shouts in surprise and backs away, but not before you notice the list like tattoo of veins that criss cross his neck.
>”What the hell are you doing?”
“You have a neck tattoo, Check the new guy’s neck!”
>”What?”
>Incognito barely avoids snapping the man's neck as he checks.
“You think the next guy will have something new?”
>The new guy spits a sentence out.
>”What the fuck is going on?”
>Incognito takes him aside to explain the situation and you produced a new clone, proceeding to check the newbie’s neck.
>This one is a sword or something.
>”The fuck is this?” Incognito shouts looking at you checking the clone’s neck.
“Maybe it means the same as the ponies’ marks?”
>”What is going on!?” Anon mk4 shouts,
>The confused New (you) probably deserves an explanation.
“Take him aside, Incognito, explain to him the future. Our future. I'm going to make more. We must expand.”


My dialogue is God fucking awful, and this fiction is fucking edgy. My favorite.

https://pastebin.com/4gjfT5pe (It's not updated.)

I think, therefore I bump.

>>29903700
Where I go, I must also bump.

>>29903363
>My dialogue is God fucking awful, and this fiction is fucking edgy.
Don't you dare stop because you have a low opinion if your work, I'm loving this

last time i save this thread tonight

>>29904229
>>>/lit/erallynobodycares

safety bamp

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>>29903363
Don't fall into the trap of thinking little of your work, Anon.
Your sentence structure is perfectly fine, and your spelling and grammar is on the mark.
Dialogue isn't half bad either, despite your claim of shit quality.

There's nothing wrong with some edgy shit, and you can do with it what you will.
If you're up for taking a suggestion from some nobody on a Sierra Leonian lead mining board, I'd suggest keeping it at just angst during the build-up like this, and then switch to raw bismuthinite edge during the conflicts.

Aim to be edgy enough to play this shit while reading.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4dnKgO2f74A

Anon only has 2 years right now. How much time will he lose when he adds more runes?

>>29905816
>How much time will he lose
None. It's all been a lie.
If anything, he can only prolong his life through his dark magics.

>>29905816
Celestia actually said 8 years not 2. But >>29906143 may be right, or there's always the possibility of him constructing a golem body and moving his conscious into it.

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I'm of the opinion that Celestia is right logically in her decision to ban runes, that she isn't lying about their effects on the body, might be right about the soul but that depends on how much she knows about the afterlife, but that she's handling anon's situation the wrong way.
Runes are dangerous and have a detrimental effect on the body, that much seems apparent based on how they work and it makes sense for celestia to ban their use and destroy knowledge of them to protect her subjects. They're like nuclear weapons, so non-proliferation seems like a good idea especially since it seems she's dealt with possibly multiple power hungry tyrants abusing them. The last thing the world needs is Sweetie Belle trying to take a shortcut and becoming a wmd.

Now, with anon's specific case on the other hand, her decisions are somewhat questionable. Really this depends on how much she actually knows about runes vs how much she thinks she knows. It's possible there's a method of stabalizing the runes power corrosion that she's unaware of because it has never been discovered. I wonder if she has rune research squirreled away in some restricted section of her library somewhere; if she does I would take it as a sign that she's not overreacting. Also, if the runes did something bad to that guard that's another sign they're evil.

On the other hand, it's possible that Sea Urchin is writing a tragedy and anon is fucked. That would make sense considering Greymane is some sort of arch villain with a silver tongue who is capable of soul binding anon, a chimera, a hydra, and possibly the timberwolf and cragadile, in addition to being deceptive about his true power and leaving before anon could detect it.

>>29905142
My dialogue is like watching robots talk. Cringy as fuck. Also,

>Edgy at all times

>>29907303
Shut up and stop hating your writing before I rape you anon

>>29906471
She said 8 if he used other runes. The runes he's using were written by Blackmane and make his magic violent so it's ripping him apart faster which is why she said she'd be surprised to see him live past 2.

>runic bump

>>29908084
>[runic screeching intensifies]

Board is moving really fast today.

>>29903363
>>29902673
It is aliiiiive

>>29895946
Is story ded

>>29907019
I'd like to see Anon being a special completely non-magical snowflake to be incorporated here somehow, besides the setting itself.
I mean, if he was completely devoid of any magics, good or ill, mb now that he has this "daaaaark" runes affecting him, mb they AREN'T actually affecting him like they are known to do to the ponies?
Mb, because of him not being inherently a fluffy pretty marshmallow creature, but a cruel ape that comes from a world full of shit, this "horribly corrupting" influence for him is actually no more, than that of a massmedia or his neighbour John telling him that jews should get gassed whenever his lawn mower breaks.

And the only real corruption being the most simple and most commonly found in humans - the fucking obsession itself, as the story is named. Just Anons inner demons, his struggles, desires, memmories and psyche, no more, no less.

>>29909448
That would be neat, though I doubt that's how it'll work it in the story

>>29909470
In that case, unless sea nigger finds a way to somehow breathe a fresh air into this boring trope, this whole "fug, m8, ebin corrupting magics got ya, nothin' ya can do now xD, dat just how it works, m8" thing is soooooo dull and I absolutely hate to watch it in like EVERY major fantasy universe out there.

What happened to the green where anon is straight up killed by a lightning bolt from rainbow cunt?

>>29909572
Well it's not so much that the "evil" runes are corrupting him but that the power they promise will drive him insane. Celestia explicitly states that any magic would hurt him because his body just isn't designed to handle it like a pony can. It's just that the particular magic he chose is so aggressive that it's destroying his body faster than other kinds.
I also don't think it's really "corrupting" him in in the traditional sense. The magic isn't altering his mind, it's his own selfish desires. That's why Celestia says that even though his body is doomed, if they can save his mind then his soul can just be connected to a new object. If the evil runes were the ones messing with his head, I don't think there'd be any room for her to budge on the subject.

>>29909613
It's... not here? Why are you asking us? That green is older than this general

>>29909613
The one where he gets Death as a waifu?

I can't remember what it's called. Don't think it was this general, though.

>>29909285
No, he always takes 6 gorillion hours to update.

>>29910314
Yes that one! Man, I'm losing track of my generals
>>29909746
I thought he gets fucked since he is magicless. Besides, I had to ask some thread.

>>29895946

>”Look, you obviously know a fair bit about magic. However, knowing something and understanding something to the degree that you can safely apply your knowledge are two different things.”
>She is completely right in every sense of the word.
>You nod your head in agreement, bringing a look of surprise to her face.
>”I didn’t think it would be that easy to get you to see my point.”
“Why? You speak with logic. There is a very big disconnect between the two.”
>That’s why someone like Twilight shouldn’t be trusted with power.
>Yes, she knows about friendship, but she doesn’t understand it.
>You, on the other hand, know and understand magic well enough to safely apply it.
>Just look at you now! You’re in the best shape of your life!
>Why, you feel so energized you could run a triple marathon and still rub one out when you got home.
>Celestia probably doesn’t feel like this. And you know why?
>It’s because even with all her years of studying, she never took the leap.
>The princess hasn’t stepped into the suck like you have. She lacks the crucial experience to look down on a subject and understand it.
>She’s undedicated, without conviction, and so full of herself that she can’t see her own shortcomings.
>”I’m glad you’re being so cooperative. Given your performance last night, I would have thought you’d be much more difficult.”
“I try to be accommodating.”
>Your eyes pan from her, over to her bookshelf.
>There are several nice titles sitting on the wooden planks.
>Magical Cures and Serums, A Comprehensive Guide to the Magical World for Mages, Hexes and Blessings for the Curious, Spell Amplification, and so on.
>Not really wanting her to think you’re eyeing her collection, you continue to shift your gaze.
>”You know, it’s polite to look at people when they talk to you.”

>>29910754

“I’m just admiring your room. I wish my bed were that big.”
>”I’m quite a bit larger than you.”
>Bitch, you’re a head taller. Tops.
“Fair enough.”

>You lock eyes with her again just in time for her to close them and stand.
>”Well, I did have a whole lesson planned out, but you’ve proven to be a better student than I anticipated, so we’ll just go ahead and scrap that section.”
“Is it Q&A time then? Because I have some questions for you.”
>”How many?”
>Well, just off the top of your head, where is your soul?
>Can you keep those books on the shelf?
>When will the bracelets come off for good?
>There is one that really stands out to you though.
“Five or six, but I would be willing to settle for one.”
>”Let’s start with one and we’ll see where that takes us.”
“Why, if only Blackmane’s are explicitly evil, why are all runes banned? You went out of your way earlier to explain that there were better, nicer, gentler runes.”
>”The answer to that is simple.”
>Oh, well fuck you then.
>You must just be some kind of moron to not see the obvious answer.
>”While some runes could be considered good, they are still insanely powerful. You’ve read the book, haven’t you? Even three simple bindings can make an ordinary stick into an object of legend. I observed ponies for many centuries as they came to terms with this power. On several occasions, I had to step in.”
“Such as with the Blackmane loyalists.”
>”The problems had been building for a great many years, but their living trials were the straw that broke the camel’s back. When I saw the horrors they were creating using runes, I made the decision to ban them all and save the world the trouble.”
>But that’s not a reason.
>That’s like saying just because Assam Al-Hyde drove his truck through a Detroit mob that nobody should have trucks.
>You’re a great driver keeping in terms of the metaphor.

>>29910760

“But Celestia, I’m not a Blackmane loyalist. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
>”Except for assault my student and my guards, resist arrest, and strike fear into the hearts of my people.”
“First of all,” you say, holding up your finger, “I didn’t assault your guards. I was trying to leave peacefully and they started attacking me. It was self defense. Besides, nobody important got hurt.”
>”You crippled three guards after smashing them into trees and throwing one of them six miles.”
>Like you said, nobody important got hurt.
“And I’m deeply sorry for that, but I can’t help but feel it’s sort of balanced out considering they killed me.”
>”And now we’re straying from the subject matter of your lesson.”
“And, pardon my outburst, but what’s so wrong with a little bit of fear? They feared Zeccora when she first arrived, didn’t they? They got used to her and she didn’t even do anything. I saved the whole darn town from a hydra. Where’s my praise?”
>”Excuse me?”
“Yeah, I killed the hydra. Not Twilight, not Rainbow Dash, not Applejack, not nobody. I’m the one who stepped up there. I don’t think that makes me evil.”
>Her eyebrows squeeze together as you drone on about your amazing feat.
>”A hydra,” she whispers.
“That’s what I just said.”
>Celestia lowers her head and charges a spell to open her door.
>Outside in the hallway are ten of your thirteen guards still armored up and ready to go.
>They jump to attention, throwing several playing cards to the side.
>”Princess!”
>”Anonymous, I’m afraid I’ll have to cut our time short tonight.”
“Was it something I said?”
>”Yes.”
“Did I screw up?”
>”Have a good night, Anonymous.”
>But wait, have a good night as in have a good last night or just enjoy yourself?

>>29910767

>The sun princess doesn't appreciate you standing there and encourages you to move with a nudge of her soothing magic.
>Once you’re in the hallway, the door slams shut, leaving you stranded with your associates.
“Well, where to now, Mack?”
>”Now we take you back to your room.”
“You sure we can’t just have a night of poker? You’ve got the gear and I have nothing to lose.”
>”Let’s go,” they say and push you along.
>You make it back up to your room after quite a while and are left there to stew for the night.
>When you’re sure nobody is around, you empty your clothing of the essential items and stash them where they should go.
>Nice haul tonight, Anon.
>If things keep going like this, you’ll be out of here in no time at all.
>In the meantime, you should work on trying to get some sleep.
>If you will is a mystery or not, but there’s no harm in giving it the old college try.

I wouldn't call it 6 gorillion hours but it did take longer than I intended and it's all HK's fault. I blame him completely. You posted yesterday, bucko. That's on you. As for what's on me, an update tomorrow.

>>29910785
I've not commented on your story before, but I believe it's time I set due praise upon it. Your writing style, characters, plot points, elements of the story in general have improved globally since the start of this work. What you have going now is nothing short of phenomenal, and I've seen probably but one or two other stories that could surpass it in quality. As one writefag to another: I am jealous. Keep up your good work, and if you don't already, consider trying your hand at novel-writing. I'm sure you'd have no trouble finding an interested agent for any topic you come up with.

>>29910760
>Assam Al-Hyde
nice

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>>29910785

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>>29911885

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>>29911918
You can do better than that, Anon

>>29912073
Saved my man

>>29910825
That does mean a lot to hear. Thanks, dear reader.
If you don't mind, what's your favorite piece of the story? What in particular makes you hold it in such high regard? Your least favorite part?

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>>29912218
Not him but I like the way you weave different elements together without making them the focus of the story, like Luna's love life being a plot element to move the story along without feeling the need to write a whole sex scene to emphacize it. That sounds weird to need to say but little characterizations like that make a story come to life and are often missing.
Also I like how you paint the world through anon's questionable moral lens without blatently condemning or condoning it outright.

Tldr you're good at characterization and tone as well as representing competing moral interpretations.

>>29913095
Luna's love life is a plot element?

>>29913766
How many other cues in the story have you missed?

>>29913788
Maybe just this one. I'm not sure.

>>29913833
>Luna's love life makes her cycle through ponies without any questions or hesitation
>Meets a stallion with a grey mane
>Luna suddenly pulling away from Celestia more and more
>Anon sees a familiar looking grey tail going towards Luna's bedroom

>>29913833
Luna is having issues with her love life. Our antagonist is taking advantage of that and no one is as of yet aware of his manipulations.
Celly seems be catching on, but I'm not sure how. Might be as simple as "Hydras don't usually do that" or as complicated as "Blackmane/his followers had a penchant for manipulating hydras and other creatures via soul bonding".

>>29913865
Don't forget
>"My name is-"
>scene change
And
>"Oh don't worry, I'll still get what I want"

>>29913865
I didn't catch that Luna's new lover could be Graymane. Explains why it gets brought up in the story

>>29914545
Well, he keeps sending golems after Anon, so it's pretty likely.

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I traced this one from sad Keanu. I thought it was pretty fitting.

>>29914545
At least 95% of things that happen in this story happen for a specific reason. There's very little wasted writing.

>>29914591
Why is he sad

>>29912218
I'm the anon you replied to.

If I had to say there's one thing that really stands out to me, it's Anon's insane internal monologues and reasoning. It is difficult to write the thoughts of a crazy man in a sane form, but you've done it perfectly. You manage to create dramatic irony without explicitly describing any events Anon is not aware of. I'm not sure how well received these careful details and layers are to the general readerbase, but that's the kind of thing I look for beyond basic plot and structure. Also, you've managed to make me hate my waifu, Twilight, in this story despite her being mostly in-character. Just goes to show how well you've crafted this overall.

And I am not exaggerating on getting published, by the way. I am a writer by trade and although I've never had a book deal, I know that people with your skill and style get snatched up by publishers and agents very easily.

>>29914817
thingken of magic

>>29914938
Oh, and as an addendum, it is very rare that I provide feedback without any criticism whatsoever, both on this board and outside of it. So, kudos on that front. Continue doing what you're doing, it's phenomenal in every relevant manner.

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>>29915317
That image perfectly sums up the story. A man forced into a life of mediocrity knowing he's destined for greatness. All he needed was a push to put him in the right direction. Of course the world wasn't ready for his power and tried to stop him.

>>29915751

>>29910785

>With the covers pulled up to your neck, you lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours until about halfway through the night, you finally manage to fall asleep.
>When you next wake up, the sun is shining brightly into your room and assaults your eyes, bringing on a nasty headache.
>You groan and pull the covers up over your head, shrouding yourself from the sun’s harsh rays.
>On an ordinary day back in Ponyville, you could have been flipping through some old books looking for new ways to adapt spells for various purposes.
>Within ten minutes of that, there’d be a nice new rune on your body.
>Now? Well now you get to stay in bed, wait for someone to barge into your room, and get carted off to some bumfuk corner of the castle for a friendship lesson because there’s fucking nothing to do in here.
>Well, that’s not entirely true. You could sit and read, but with this headache, you’d really rather just relax.
>Thinking about it seems to give it more power.
>You rub your temples and curl up as the throbbing intensifies.
>How much did you drink last night?
>At the dinner table, you were offered a glass of water.
>After that, you had another one.
>To top off your wild party, you had one last cup.
>Oh, what were you thinking? Of course three cups of water would give you a hangover.
>Silly Anon.
“She’s poisoning me,” you mumble.
>That’s how she plans to get rid of you, the clever bitch.
>She’ll destroy your body before your mind can be “reformed” and say it was too late for you.
>”It’s time to let him go, Twilight,” she’ll say as she tears your picture down the middle.

>>29917141

>There’s a fairly large chance you’re overreacting and that you’re just groggy because you slept wrong, but you have to keep your options open.
>A few minutes later, there’s a smash in your room.
>It’s that time again, isn’t it?
>”Time for breakfast!”
“Jeez, keep it down, will ya?”
>You toss the covers off and ease yourself up to a sitting position.
>Your bare chest feels the sudden shift in temperature, bringing your little duds to attention.
>Blondie stands in your doorway, beaming at you.
>”Come on, it’s time to eat.”
“Last time you were this happy, it was because Celestia was downstairs.”
>”I just love mornings.”
“Really now?”
>You slide out of bed and approach her.
“You didn’t seem too happy about the morning yesterday.”
>”Well yesterday was our first meeting. I was understandably worried.”
“What? I don’t scare you anymore? But look at these nasty runes I have all over me.”
>A slap rings through the room as your hand connects with your breast.
“This one sucks all the light out of the air. Isn’t that horrifying?”
>”You’re not so bad.”
>Having reached the stool near the door, you bend over and pick up your jacket which has been draped over it.
>”You kind of remind me of my brother.”
“Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?”
>”Come on, we’ll be late for the meal.”
“I’m really not digging how cryptic you ponies are,” comes as a huff while following the waving mare.

>>29917153

>Down the winding passage you go.
>You slip your arms into the coat and cinch the belt tight.
>Blondie tries to make small talk with you on the way.
>You’re kind of obligated to dignify her words with responses.
>Sure you have a bit more leeway with her and the other guards since Celestia isn’t around, but you still don’t want one of them running to her and saying you’ve shut yourself away from others and are no longer worthy of friendship.
>Not that Blondie would pull that shit. She seems nice enough.
>It’s guards like Big Daddy or Twinkling Mail that put you on edge.
>Speaking of, the whole gang is collected at the bottom of the stairs.
“Morning, fellas.”
>”Top o’ the morning to ye.”
>”Morning.”
>”Meh.”
>You’re growing on them.
“So tell me, am I your new full-time or what? We have been spending an awful lot of time together.”
>”You are our assignment for the foreseeable future if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I don’t think friends are supposed to refer to each other as assignments.”
>Big Daddy whips around and rears up on his hind legs.
>He leans forward, pressing a hoof against your chest for support, and looks into your eyes.
>”We’re not friends. Don’t ever mix that up,” he seethes.
>You stop right then and there.
>Your eyes drift down to his hoof and back up to him.
>His gaze is steely.
>”Calm down, Thunder Chaser.”
>Blondie pulls Daddy off of you and pushes him to the front of the pack, a few ponies ahead of where you are.
>”I’m sorry about him.”
“Who pissed on his cheerios?”
>”What’s that mean?”
“Why is he so mad?”

>>29917157

>The mare shrugs as best she can while walking on all fours.
>”He’s just grumpy. That’s who he is.”
“I gathered that much for myself. It’s just he seems particularly bitchy today.”
>”I couldn’t tell you why. Chaser usually keeps to himself.”
>”Hey, Innominate, quit fraternizing with the prisoner.”
“Isn’t the entire point of your ‘assignment’ to fraternize with me and make me into an upstanding member of society?”
>Big Daddy, the cunt of misery that he is, seems to be boiling over with rage at this point.
>However, he doesn’t spear you, so that’s a plus.
>You are tempted to see just how far you can push him, but you don’t want a strike against you either.
>Man, Celestia is really tying your hands with these things.
>Either way, it’s better to keep your mouth shut until you’re in a room surrounded by more witnesses.
>Blondie understands this and keeps to herself for the rest of the walk, save for idle chatter every few minutes with one of her friends.
>When you reach the dining hall, you’re hit with a few surprises.
>Firstly, the room is much more packed than you thought it would be.
>In your mind, you had been imagining a few ponies here and there picking fruits off some platters like in a cheap motel where none of the guests really want to stay there because of the weird fuzzy stuff in the corner of the room so they just grab their food and bail.
>Instead, it’s fairly populated.
>There are a few clusters of ponies talking with each other around the room in addition to the many at the table enjoying some big meals.
>The second is that both princesses are accounted for.
>The sheer length of the table makes them hard to make out, but their flowing ethereal manes make your job a little easier.

>>29917165

”I’d have thought Luna would be too ashamed to show her face in public after last night’s stunt.”
>”Don’t talk that way about the princess,” jabs Blondie.
>Luna gets respect now too?
>What is this world coming to?
>Oh well. You can’t change the people’s hearts.
>Not yet, at least. Once you escape, you have a chance.
>You mosey on down, escorted by your dazzling posse, to your usual seat.
>As you come up to Luna, her attention snaps onto you.
>”Well hello, human.”
>The princess of the night sets down her spoon and stands from her navy throne to look you over.
>”Thy title dost not proceed thee. We had assumed one named such Anonymous the Terror would retain a nigh intimidating presence.”
“Wait, what?”
>”Fret not, young one. Despite the tales surrounding thou, we do look forward to acquainting thee.”
“We’ve already met though. Like, twice.”
>”Luna, honey, you’re having another episode.”
>No way.
>You turn your head in the direction of that voice.
>Holy Hell, there he is sitting right in Twilight’s chair, reaching across the table.
>Luna meets the stallion’s hoof halfway and holds it.
“No shit. It really was you.”
>”Hey, Anon.”
“Greymane.”

>>29917171

>”You two know each other?” asks Celestia.
“Quite well.”
>”Well enough.”
>Oh, he’s going to be like that after all you went through together?
“You could say we were besties back in Ponyville.”
>”That’s a strong word.”
>”Greymane, darling, thou hast ne’er shared such details with us.”
>”I didn’t think he’d ever end up here. I did leave town to get away from him, after all.”
“Wait, what?”
>”You know what you did.”
“Oh my god, are you still upset about that night?”
>All you did was force him to perform a soul sealing. He didn’t even get caught.
>”Well, you two must certainly want to catch up,” speaks the sun goddess.
>Celestia scoots her chair back and pulls Luna away.
>”Why don’t you chat amongst yourselves for now? Come, Luna. Let’s sit you down elsewhere.”
>”Yes, sister.”
>The two head off, leaving you and your old bud alone.
>Well, alone as in still with thirteen guards surrounding you.
>You settle down in Luna’s chair and shovel some of her meal into your mouth.
“You know, I’m continually amazed at the ability of ponies to turn fruit into cereal. On Earth, it would just be called apple flavored. These are real apples though.”
>”Luna had told me there was a special case prisoner bunking in the castle. I was hoping it wouldn’t be you.”
“I just don’t understand why you would say that. We had such fun together, didn’t we?”
>”And then you became this,” he scoffs, gesturing at you.
“Now we both know how that happened.”
>Greymane’s eyes dart around the crowd.
“Don’t worry, guy. I won’t spill any of your dirty little secrets.”
>”Secrets?” asks one of your guard buds.
“Yeah. This guy wet the bed until he was eight. Oh shit, did I say that out loud? Whoopsie.”

>>29917177

>Another look at your friend’s face shows some mix of relief and embarrassment.
“So, you’re the one who’s been porking Luna.”
>”Anon!”
“Oh, does that mean something else to ponies? Let me rephrase. You’ve been shagging Luna. Plowing? Boning? Are any of these hitting the mark?”
>”The princess is a kind mare and better than anyone here deserves,” seethes Greymane. “Far better than you.”
“Greymane, buddy, you can’t just go saying shit like that after all we’ve been through? Don’t you remember the stone vipers?”
>The stallion leans back in his seat.
>He lifts a loaf of bread to his mouth and takes the smallest bit off the tip probably just to keep his mouth busy.
“What about the Temple of the Horned Manticore? I guess you just forgot about that. Did the Pit of Endless Despair escape your memory too?”
>He swallows and chases it down with some water.
>”We did go on a few adventures, but that doesn’t excuse what you did--what you made me do.”
“Well I guess it’s a good thing the fate of my immortal soul depends solely on my ability to make friends then. Now I kind of have to make it up to you.”
>Greymane isn’t a very skilled unicorn.
>Actually, that’s an understatement.
>He is the least skilled unicorn you’ve ever met on a list that includes foals.
>Even so, you would appreciate an extra set of hooves helping your escape.
>He’ll be easy enough to fool into it.
>All it’s going to take is some smooth talking and time, and boy, do you have plenty of time.
>”Well don’t think it’ll be easy.”
>It will be.
“Of course not. I know I hurt you, and I am very, honestly sorry. Really.”
>”Laying it on a little thick there, aren’t you?”

>>29917182

I think dubs is a great place to end tonight's update. I don't expect to be able to update tomorrow, but hold out hope. You never know. What I do know is that it's been a while since I updated that pastebin, so let me take care of that and drop it here. As always, thanks for reading and I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Also, holy shit. I just tried to update the pastebin and got told that I exceeded the maximum file size. Apparently the story will be split into 2 parts now. I'll arrange the posts later so that it flows better into a part 1 and 2, but for now, these are the newest chunks in a new pastebin https://pastebin.com/8DSdhfkR

>>29917195
Thanks nerd

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Why didn't anon enchant himself some gear?

Expanding his magical well beyond the vassel of his body would have been a pretty obvious choice.

>>29917314
Because that's gay. It's much cooler to be a walking nuclear reactor than to have a nuclear pistol.

>>29917336
To add on to that, Anon didn't want to use magic, he wanted to have magic. He wanted to be able to cast spells like any other pony. It was a very personal issue for him.

>>29917336
Well there are two options
>put all your eggs in one basket and let yourself slowly die from magic poisoning while using magic that isn't that strong due to your magicless human body

Or

>walk around in super enchanted gear made of magical materials and wreck people's shit in with your kickass wizard gear

You could keep the necessary passive runes on your body while delegating the other miscellaneous spells to your armor.

>>29917343
Anon was being pretty adamant about wanting to be the /greatest/. You can't be the greatest if you become a walking radioactive isotope covered in white pride tattoos.

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>>29917400
>You can't be the greatest if you become a walking radioactive isotope covered in white pride tattoos.
It's okay to admit that you've never been great anon.

>>29917400
He could go for door number three and make a spell so big and so powerful that Celestia shows up to sing and give him wings.

>>29917195
thanks based urchin

>>29917314
Why is there no RomeAnon? Or have I missed stories? I would loce spme RomeAnon

>>29918727
There were some suggestions for anti-magic anon to build a Roman legion style army for his crusade. The writefag originally wrote one update then stopped writing for a month or so; however, he recently responded to calls for continuation and posted another update, so now we wait and hope.

Bbog

>9

>first Anon feels super energetic because of the excess energy in his body
>now he's got a headache
>soon it'll be a migraine then muscle failure then puking up his own liver
And you all said Celestia was lying about magic corrosion.

>>29917195
based

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>>29920521
Not me, I said she was probably telling the truth. On the other hand, anon might have a headache because he can't burn off any excess magic energy because it's trapped inside his body due to the sealing rings.
>>29907019

>>29921053
>inb4 the magic would be fine if he could release it but Celestia is leaving the rings on him so the magic starts fucking him up and she can tell him "Look the ebil magickz is killing yoo!"

give me the g r e e n

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>>29921148
I would release the magic inside her if you catch my drift.

Friendly reminder that Greymane is a zigger

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>>29921827
Friendly reminder that he's literally not

>>29921148
But she straigtht up tells him that even good magic would kill him. It would just take longer. She's not trying to convince him that they're evil and bad, he already knows that. What she's trying to do is show him a better side of the world and that he can enjoy it if he slows down and tries to understand things before writing them off.
I do really like though how the magic corrosion is set up. From the second he branded himself, he set a hard deadline for the story. There's no endless plot, there's no waiting, there's no miscellaneous storylines. If he can't figure his way out of this mess in the next few years, that's it, he's done, game over. The fact that he chose those particular runes and moved his time clock up even further only adds insult to injury. Not only did he condemn himself to death but he hopped on the express line.

>>29901371
>A few hours later, you find yourself walking into town, flanked by AJ and Rainbow.
>You actually were planning to meet them at the new tavern, but you ran into each other en route.
>Besides, waiting in solitude outside of some new drinking place wasn't really a super fun prospect.
>Especially if it did indeed serve drinks from the other races.
>While the other races weren't as skittish as ponies, they sure had more ways to kill you if you startled them.
>You found this out the hard way when these two had to pull some chick called Gilda off of you, before she went and ripped your damn throat out.
>Even in magic horse land, talons are nasty business.
>Dash piping up broke you out of your thoughts:
>"Hey, Anon? What's with the bandage?"
"What, on my hand? Yeah, cut myself pretty bad yesterday."
>"'Pretty bad'? Doesn't look that bad to me."
>"Ah'm sure he just took it way worse than he ought 'ta."
>"Oh yeah, I forgot how you are around blood!"
>Gee, rub it in, why don't ya?
"It actually was pretty bad this time. Soaked through a big wad of toilet paper before it stopped."
>"Really? Okay, that does sound kinda bad."
>"How'd you manage that, Anon?"
>The excuse comes pretty easily:
"One of the builders didn't get a nail in all the way. Ripped the fingertip right open."
>Plausible deniability truly is the best deniability.

>>29922279
>Dash visibly cringes at the thought
>"Euugh, yeah, that IS bad."
"I'm still a bit woozy from it."
>"Well shucks, is that why yer lookin' all out of it?"
"Yeah, it... wasn't the best thing around."
>Well, that wasn't a lie. You were still on edge from it.
>And you were definitely noticing some wooziness.
>Pretty normal for blood loss, you were guessing.
"I hope the foreign drinks they have are enough for me. Really need to unwind after all of that."
>"Well, Ah can't say fer sure how strong it is, seeing how Ah've never tried any before."
>"Trust me, gryphons can really put away the pony stuff. Their own stuff has to be stronger!"
>God, you hope so. Sure would vindicate the 'superior predator liver' theory.
>Another thing to put on the agenda: brew your own shit tomorrow.
>Yeah, you could pick up everything you needed after your pet selection extravaganza.
>Dash's voice breaks you out of your thoughts again:
>"Hey look, there it is!"
>Following Dash's pointing hoof, you see a straw-thatched, two-storey tavern.
>One of the first things you notice is how big the door is; your own door was fairly big by pony standards, but this one was a good head or two bigger than yours.
>Huh, wonder if that's for minotaur patrons? You wouldn't know, you've never really seen one before.
>At least braining yourself wasn't going to be a problem.

>>29922289
>The three of you stroll into the building, and the first thing you notice, besides the oversize furniture, is the bartender.
>Well, you can now cross 'seeing a minotaur' off of your bucket list.
>The size of the door now makes sense: the light-blue minotaur bartender sure was big enough to warrant it.
>The moment he notices you and the others enter, he's... surprised by you, sure. But not afraid, more like curious.
>Well, not being kill-on-sight is always a plus.
>The three of you take your seats on the stools, though given how tall they were, it was kind of funny seeing AJ hurdle up to it.
>The bartender spoke in a rather gruff voice, that still managed to be easy to listen to:
>"Well, what do we have here? Pardon for asking, sir, but I've never seen anyone quite like you before."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
>His reply came in the form of a short laugh. Well, at least your first encounter was going well.
>You let the girls order something before he comes around to you:
>"And what will you be having tonight, partner?"
"Something strong."
>"How strong are we talking here?"
"What have you got?"
>"Well, seeing those canines of yours, I'm guessing strong enough to kill a pony, eh?"
>Oh sweet heavenly Christ, yes!
"Now we're talking."
>Another hearty laugh leaves him. You were liking this guy already.

>>29922302
>He rustles behind the counter, and eventually pulls free a bottle full of clear amber liquid.
>"This right here is the good stuff, friend. Genuine New Minos whiskey, guaranteed to put a gryphon under the table in at least two glasses!"
>Dash's mouth dropped open at the sight of the stuff. Not that you noticed, however: you were too busy looking at it as if it was the Holy Grail.
"Sir, if that's even half as strong as you're describing, then I'm definitely gonna need a glass of that. Hell, at least two."
>Ah, you could totally get used to that laugh of his. Dash, meanwhile, looks at you like you're crazy:
>"Dude, are you serious? I've seen gryphons get hospitalized on this stuff!"
"That just makes it even better."
>The barkeep's laugh begins anew, only this time he punctuates it by planting a scotch glass on the table, and filling it halfway with the amber liquid.
>"Well, why don't we start you off with half a glass, and see where it takes us?"
"Not gonna complain."
>You waste no time in scooping up the glass, and starting off by slowly sipping the--
>HOLY SHIT
>You swear you could hear angels singing in the background as you inbibe this glorious, boozy elixir
>You could taste some caramel in this, oh god almighty
>This had to be at least 30% alcohol by volume
>It was everything you ever wanted out of life
>A single manly tear streaks down your face as you finish the half glass off, all but slamming it onto the countertop when you're done

>>29922309
>The alcohol takes until that moment to hit you
>If heaven ever existed on this world, this was it
>Pinkie may have created the food of the gods, but this tall ass fucking bull man just handed you the nectar of the gods
>Both the girls are looking at you with looks of shock and a little awe, while the barkeep has a knowing look
>"I take it that you liked it?"
>Fucking hell, you needed to compose yourself for this
"Sir, this is without a doubt, the best drink I've had in almost two years."
>"Hah! I don't know what you are, friend, but anything that can keep half a glass of that down is good in my books. How about another?"
"Boss, I will worship the ground you walk on if you give me another glass."
>...
>...
>...
>Normally, you would have noticed the feeling of the sheets first
>But all you feel instead is a splitting headache
>The telltale sign of getting totally loaded
>Wait
>You got loaded?
>Oh yeah, you went to that tavern and HOLY SHIT YOU GOT LOADED FUCKING YES--
>OHGODTHEPAINPLEASEMAKEITSTOPBAWSPLS
>You know what, whatever
>You were not about to complain
>You wanted to get loaded, and you got loaded
>You were going to take your liver-killing licks like a fucking man

>>29922321
>Doesn't mean you can't groan out your protest
>Still worth it
>It's at that point that you hear the bedroom door open, and an all too familiar southern accent:
>"Well well, look who finally decided to wake up?"
>`Fucking shit, keep it down, will you?`
>Is what you wanted to say. What actually came out was a series of groans
>Your highly intellectual reply gets a chuckle from the farmpony
>"Well, Ah've gotta admit, ya had me mighty worried there with how many of those drinks you had. Looks like it didn't kill ya after all."
>You keep this shit up and I'll channel Akuma on your musclebound ass--
>"Rainbow Dash! He's up!"
>JESUS TITTY FUCKING CHRIST ON THE NORTH POLE, NOT SO LOUD YOU FUCKING HORSE
>"Really? Jeez, I thought he'd never wake up after how much he drank!"
>"Heh, nope. Still alive, though Ah don't know bout the kickin' part."
>STILL THY TONGUES YOU FILTHY QUADRUPED FUCKS, I'M TRYING TO HANGOVER HERE
>"Hey, Anon! I've got some water here for you, if you get your lazy flank outta bed!"
>Damn it, horse
>You know just what to offer
>With an effort akin to Arthur wresting the sword from the stone, you rise from your comfortable grave--
>AH FUCK MY EYES
>THE LIGHT, IT BURNS
>IT BURNSES US, PRECIOUS
>Fuck, you can't say 'Anon' in that same way he says 'Gollum'

>>29922325
>Eventually, your eyes adjust to the hazardous radiation known as the sunlight
>You're greeted by tw-- no, three little ponies. When did Fluttershy get here?
>AJ and Rainbow's faces are pure bemusement, while Flutters just looks peeved at you
>Oh lawd, how long have you been out? Did you miss your outing with her?
>Oh god she's gonna give you an angry speech
>"Anon, I'm very dissapointed in you! Going out and drinking that much? What were you thinking? You could have died on that kind of stuff! And now you're going to miss out on our pet searching! Was it worth it?"
>The obvious answer would be "FUCKIN RIGHTS IT WAS WORTH IT"
>But, miraculously, you decided to play the diplomatic route
"Sorry about that, Flutters. Guess I got a bit carried away, eh?"
>Dash cuts Fluttershy off before she can get a line in
>"A bit carried away? Anon, I've never seen anything drink that much before, and still breathe after! That was awe--"
>AJ silences her with a tactical hoof jammed in her craw
>"Sugarcube, ya drank five and a half glasses of some'a the strongest darned spirits ever made. Yer lucky yer not in the hospital."
>She says it all concerned, but her face is saying '11/10 will remember forever'
"Only five and a half? Geez, I'm really outta practice, huh?"
>Heh, you'll never tire of jaw drops from these lil' ass ponies, especially in concert like this
>"O-only five and a half? What the hay, Anon?! You're telling me you've done worse than this before?"
"Way worse. My personal best is drinking six glasses of vodka in one night. That one actually did get me a hospital trip."

>RD, Can I have you for a bit? >>29879564

>>29922335
>"Six glasses?! Of... uh, what's 'vodka', Anon?"
"It's even stronger than that stuff there. You can light it on fire, and probably use it as paint thinner. Tastes like burning, too."
>The silence from those two is both deafening and priceless
>Seriously, you should frame their looks right now and sell it as high art
>Except for Flutters over there, who OH GOD IT'S COMING RIGHT FOR US
>"Anon, why? Why would you do something like that to yourself?!"
"Let's just say life back home wasn't too stellar, 'kay?"
>"I-- Oh, Anon, please just... don't do something like that again. Like this again. I don't want to see you like this again. Please?"
>Damn it, the master of the puppy-dog eyes is unleashing the power of her fully armed and operational windows of adorableness
>What man can say no to that?
"Okay, Flutters. I won't do that again, promise."
>"Good. Now, get some rest, okay? We'll go out for that pet tomorrow."
>A glass of water FUCKING FINALLY finds its way into your hand as you remember what tomorrow holds for you
>Luckily, Dash is here to bring some reassurance
>"Don't worry about Rarity, she moved it up the day after. You should have seen Twilight, though! She looked ready to have kittens when she heard about you!"
>You can't help but share her mirth at that happy thought
>...
>Many glasses of water, assurances of your health, and chats later, and the ladies were on their way out, leaving you all by your lonesome
>First things first, no fucking demon book of horrors today, son
>You're not in the mood for Mr. Book's Wild Ride™
>This day just consists of you lounging around and regretting your life choices; you hit the hay not too long after

>>29922345
>...
>You awaken again to the lovely ass bed of yours
>And no god-awful hangover, either
>As you arise and head to the bathroom, however, you notice you're feeling really tired, more than usual
>And it takes you a few attempts more than it should to get the toothpaste applied correctly
>And boy oh man, you don't remember the tea set being this fucking heavy
>Okay, this isn't booze talking, you'd know better than most
>This was something else
>You decide, probably like a fucking idiot, to tough it out and go on with your day
>It doesn't take long for you to reach Fluttershy's cottage, though it sure feels like a goddamn marathon
>Flutters notices this, and being the caring gal she is, walks you right back home to recover a bit more
>Despite your protests of being fine, and this not being liquor-related
>Okay, you clearly weren't fine, but this definitely wasn't liquor related
>Once you're home and bid her farewell, you decide to check on your bandage
>Okay good, nothing infected, though it is looking a tiny bit paler than maybe it should: in fact, all of your fingers and even toes are
>gettingnervous.mng
>Well, if you're not going to do much today, either, you might as well read more of the damn book
>And into the pit of knowledge and future brewing you descend
>You dig out the book, and open it right up, feeling mighty pleased that it hasn't gone 'lol fuck you mang' and reverted back to it's previous bullshit
>Alright, let's see here...

>>29922350
>Well, nowhere to go but the basics, 'Basic Principles' it is
>You're met with a page with the title of "Your Magical Ability"
>It proceeds to... eerily accurately describe your height, weight, eye color, and other shit about you from here
>Oh sorry, I didn't realize the iPhone book also had 23andme on here as well
>You flip through four pages worth of this, chuckling at the mention of high alcohol tolerance, when you reach the last page
>It was sub-titled "Magical Characteristics"
>Huh, so it also tells you how magical you are, neat
>"As an Ironblood, your body is the very antithesis of magic: not only are you incapable of holding magic potential within your body, but outside magic will also have difficulty affecting you, providing you with a natural defense against it."
>"However, this does not preclude you from crafting devices that contain magic, and then using them to wield it. Indeed, this is the same method that the Faber Mystico originally wielded the arcane, and how many still did."
>"Your status as an Ironblood does not, in fact, reduce your effectiveness with magical devices; if anything, the natural defense against outside magic will make you a highly effective Thaumaturge, and better able to experiment."
>"Care must be taken to maintain the iron levels within your bloodstream, however: should you lose blood, or wait too long between infusions, your magical resistance will wane quickly, and may cause you great harm."
>The next page went on to the next section about magic ingredients
>But hold the fuck up, 'Ironblood'? Infusions? Antithesis to magic?
>What the fuck does this bitch book think it's--
>...
>Wait.
>You don't mean...
>Holy shit.

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>>29922358
Remember that one idea from a few threads ago?
I may or may not have jacked it when planning this out.
SUCKERS

You know where to find that sweet updated pastebin pucci
Now one of you fucks keep the thread kicking through the weekend, will ya?

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>>29922175
>What she's trying to do is show him a better side of the world and that he can enjoy it
isn't a pretty major part of anon's character at the point the story starts that he CAN'T enjoy life because the ponies are always treating him like a glass-jawed special needs child? I mean, Cherilee acted surprised that he managed to clean and dust a fucking room. He's lacking something that in this world even foals could do better than him, and instead of accepting that although he doesn't have those capabilities he can still fend for himself, they instead treat him like a useless child. He isn't even allowed opinions on it, despite knowledge being something that doesn't require being able to practice it to still have. I mean, the name of the story is a pretty big indicator that by this point for anon it's magic or death, since life isn't really worth living if the rest of it is going to be the way it has been in Equestria so far.

>>29879594
>You’re the princess of a concept, not a kingdom. Who are you going to tax? The ideas?
kek

>>29922487
He is obviously obsessed with magic and yes, would rather die than lose it, but his original motivations weren't so bad. He wanted to prove that he was strong and capable so that he could go on adventures to. He wanted to prove to the world that he wasn't trash. Now that he's tasted the power of magic and seen that even with it he still can't get them to see his way, he's become even more jaded. It'd be like trying to prove to your dad that you're a man by fixing the car only for him to tell you you're a stupid shit because you're not a mechanic like him. There was hope for him before, but now he's so full of anger and spite that all Celestia can try to do is show him the light. Speaking of light, I'm really into how it's being used thematically in this story.

>>29922364
>The iron in blood repels magic idea got used
I'M PUMPED

>>29922364
Just binged your story. Gotta say I can't wait for more.

>>29923204
Ayy...Wait, that's the idea?Well,as long as it ain't sperged.