Magicless Anon #15 - No More Runes Edition

I want to cum inside vegetable Luna

>tfw i posted my op 1 second after yours and had to delete it

Celestia giving Anon reformative spankings when

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>>30311127
It's OK if you can't make decent OPs, Anon.
You are just a faggot, after all.
Nobody expects anything out of you.
Just leave the OPfagging to us. We'll bring you back a greentext.

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Well, since I'm already writing for you guys - update coming tomorrow or the day after, by the way - I figured I'd throw out a few ideas I had before that any prospective newcoming writefags might get some mileage out of.

>anon has no magic
>instead discovers psychic/psionic power
>more of the XCOM & D&D style of psionics, but any will do
>do what you will with this one
and/or
>anon can't take ponies looking down on him anymore
>leaves without a trace for months, even years
>returns leading a huge anti-magic terror group
>think Brotherhood of Nod
>with anon as Kane
>flavour with edge to taste

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I still haven't decided on a name for mine yet. Any suggestions?
Back to Equestria doesn't really work. I guess it could be a placeholder for now though.

also could whoever makes the next thread add me to the active list?

https://pastebin.com/u/Marty_Mcfry

>“So Anon, tell me more about this ”technology” of yours.”
>She scoots her chair closer to you
“Well Twi, since humans humans have no real magic, we had to invent tools to help us do various tasks.”
‘“trains, toilets, skyscrapers, and my personal favorite…”
>You slowly pull out your laptop
“The computer!”
>You gesture for her to sit next to you
>With a small *pompf*, the adorable little alicorn lands right next to you in your chair.
>Pushing the power button, your trusty Lenovo laptop begins the fairly fairly quick boot-up process
“Amazing Anon! There isn’t even a smidge of Vis Depletion!
>You give the little nerd some ear scratches
“It’s because it uses electricity, you goof”
>Seeing that your stalwart has finished loading, you begin to show her all the features i has to offer
“..and this is the internet tab”
>You click on the little radiating rock logo
“You use this tab to connect to other comp.. u.. Ters….”
>No fucking way
>It’s not even remotely possible
>“Whats wrong, Anon?”
>A grimace creeps onto your face
>“Twilight, you said that I am the only human here. Correct?”
>A look of confusion adorns her face
“Yeah, why?”
>You point at the screen
“Then why is there at least 500 different WiFi signals?”

>>30311940
I might update this, eventually.

>>30311940
>unicorns are wifi hotspots
>hack the poners

>>30311954
I hope you do

>>30312039
WATCHPONIES

>>30312039
You hit the nail on the head

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>>30311158
Maximus Kekkius

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To the Anon who commented on the Anon I drew being ripped, this is sort of what I was thinking. He's shriveled up and weak but once the bracelets are off and all his spells can activate he automagically beefs up. He does have a super strength spell after all.

>>30312934
Also I did trace this in case nobody could see the original image hidden in there.

>>30305417

>Thinking back on it, this wasn't a very good idea.
>You had somehow talked Twilight into organizing a little performance tomorrow for her friends, so that you could show them all your 'magic'.
>You hadn't thought it over that much before you offered, but the more you did, the less appealing it seemed.
>In your earlier years, you had been (in your own opinion) one of the better magicians out there, however, your skills had faded over the years as you did less impressive tricks, and more birthday parties and bar mitzvah.
>You stroll into the guest bedroom of the tree house, where you had been staying for the past few days.
>You had attempted to keep the room tidy out of respect, with your prop bag and hat on the bed, keeping your belongings close to you while you slept.
>Admittedly, you didn't own much these days. All that you had when you came here was your prop case and whatever was on your person at the time.
>The contents of both included mostly props and a spare change of magician's clothing.
>Damn you, and your professionalism. Would it have killed you to carry around something useful at work?
>You suppose if you were ever in need of loose change, plastic wands, and some playing cards, you'd be set.
>But the chance of somehow running into MacGyver was somewhere between slim and none in your scenario.
>Maybe you could craft yourself some sort of noose with those never ending handkerchiefs of yours.
>You sigh and set yourself down on the bed, being careful not to disturb your belongings resting on it.
>Your hand moves to your breast pocket as you find yourself carefully pulling out your father's deck of cards.
>You didn't really need to be that gentle with it, but you thought it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to something so important to you.

>>30313186

>You let out another sigh as you stare down at the packaging between your hands.
>You weren't even sure if what you could do would be considered impressive by their standards.
>If anything, it would be a little less impressive than a minor novelty to them. There was probably nothing you could do with your hands that they haven't seen on a daily basis.
>You could pretty much visualize their disappointment already.
>'Vanishing coin? Big deal, I can make things float with my mind.'
>You were setting yourself up for another disappointment, just like you always had.
>A third sigh leaves your lips.
>What would Dad do at a time like this?
>A rapping at the door suddenly interrupts your thoughts.
"Come in."
>Slowly the door opens, until finally you see a small purple dragon poke his head through the door frame.
>You put on your best fake smile and greet him.
"Oh, hello Spike. Was there something you or Twilight needed?"
>Spike was one of the few people who had really bothered to have extended conversations with you, seeing as you didn't really scare him.
>You and him got along well enough, you'd suppose. He'd usually ask you some trivial things about Earth, then tell you the local happenings.
>"Hi Anon, I actually wanted to ask you about something."
>You looked at him again now that he had fully stepped into the room. His face and posture revealed a mixture of curiosity and guilt.
>Oh god, he isn't going to make you give him 'The Talk' or something, is he?
"W-What did you want to know?"
>If there's some sort of cruel horse god in this world, please don't let that be what he asks.
>"I, uh.. Sorta heard you and Twilight talking earlier."
>Hah, fuck you horse god. Not today.
"Hm? What about it?"
>"Well, I heard you were going to do a magic show tomorrow."
>Your smile begins to fade and you turn around to face the window
"Yeah, and truth be told, I'm a little bit nervous about it."

>>30313198

>"Is it because you think they wont be impressed by stage magic?"
>You get up and wheel around to face the tiny empath.
"H-How did you even--"
>"Well, you can't do magic, and you're doing it on a stage, so naturally it would have to be stage magic, huh?"
>Well, there goes all the words you had in your brain.
>You weren't really sure how to react to what he just said, so you simply sit back down on your bed and sigh for the fourth time.
"I have no idea how I'm supposed to impress them."
>There's a short pause before you hear the dragon start up again.
>"Can I tell you a secret, Anonymous?"
>You can take all the help you can get, so you simply turn your ear to him and mutter out in the affirmative.
>"You're a predator right?"
>You raise an eyebrow and shift your vision back towards him.
"You mean like, my species? Yeah."
>You pull up your lip with a finger and show your teeth to him, pointing to your sharp incisors.
>He visibly grimaces at your toothy display
>"C'mon anon, that's gross."
>You take your fingers out of your mouth and turn your body towards him.
>"..Anyways, the secret is that me and you have much better eyesight than other ponies."
>Eyebrow Status: Maximum Elevation
>We're giving it all she's got Captain!
"First of all, what do you mean by that? Second of all, why does this help my situation."
>Spike gives you a look that could probably be indexed somewhere between annoyed and surprised.
>"Griffins, Dragons, and other predators naturally have better eyesight than creatures that don't hunt to survive. We're better at picking out things from a distance."
>You start to scratch the stubble growing on your face.
"I never really thought of it that way."

>>30313204

>There was still a pressing question though.
"How does this help me."
>"Ponies are really bad at seeing through illusions. One time, I put on a pair of glasses and a hat, and Twilight spent the whole day trying to find me."
>You were starting to pick up on what he was saying.
"So you're telling me that my magic tricks might actually be worth something?"
>Now you were getting excited. A smile creeps up on the corners of your lips.
>"Sure! As long as the enchantments on your props are good enough, you can dazzle them all you want."
>The frown returns.
"My props aren't enchanted, Spike. They're just normal props."
>Now Spike was the one who was confused.
>"But Anon, how can you even do magic without an enchanted prop? You can't do any magic by yourself, so how does that even work?"
>You sit back and think about what to tell him.
>Maybe it's better to just go with the simple solution to this problem.
"Spike, I'll show you my magic, but you have to promise not to tell anybody how I do it."
>His eyes light up and a grin comes over his face.
>"R-Really!? You'll show me?"
"Yes really. Just give me a moment here.."
>You stand up and turn around to face your prop bag.
>You'll show him some simple stuff, you dont really want to spoil too much for him, especially if it turns out this is actually good.
>Peering into your bag, you find your mark.
>Cups and Balls, a classic trick. You do this one at birthday parties all the time, and it never fails to trick people, despite how simple it really is.
>You smoothly and gently set the props outside of the bag, and pick them back up again.
>You walk over to a small table in the corner of the room, pull out the two chairs and set the trick on the table.
"Go ahead and sit. Don't touch the trick, please."
>He nods, and takes his seat.
>You walk over to the bed, and find your two favorite things; Your hat and wand.

>>30313208


>If there was anything you loved the most about being a magician, it was being able to wear a top hat in public and get away with it.
>That and the whole 'doing what you love' thing.
>Putting on your hat, you walk over to the table and set your wand down next to the balls and cups.
>A cursory glance shows that he obliged you and didn't touch the cups, which was good, because if he had he might have ruined the trick.
>Calmly, you pull away your chair and stand across from Spike at the table.
"This, my friend, is called 'The Cups and Balls'"
>"Why do they call it that?
"Because it has cups and balls in it, silly."
>A smirk vanishes on Spike's face as quickly as it appears.
>At least he's being respectful, which was much more than you could ask from an audience in your birthday-days.
>You take the three cups and set them on the table smoothly, one by one.
>You then set out three cotton balls on the table, in front of the cups.
"This is one of the most famous tricks in my world. It's actually one of the first things I learned how to do."
>"Why is it so famous, Anon?"
"Because it's rad as hell, that's why."
>"Alright then, if you say so."
"I know so."
>You pull off your hat, and show the inside to him, pressing it flat for good measure to show that it's completely empty.
"Watch this."
>You 'pull' the wand out of the hat, and show it off to him.
"Pretty cool eh?"

>>30313215

>To your pleasure, he looks slightly surprised.
>"W-Wait, but I thought the hat was empty--"
"Please, save your amazement till the trick is over."
>Now would be a good time to start the magic.
"Now, listen closely, because I'm only going to show you this once."
>He leans in, watching your movements intensely.
"I'm going to take this ball here in the middle, and move it on top of this cup."
>You do so in a smooth manner, placing the cotton ball on top of it's cup.
"Now, here comes the magic. I'm going to make that cotton ball pass through the bottom onto the table below."
>You take the two cups on the sides of the middle one, and show the insides to him, clicking the cups together to show that they're perfectly solid.
>You then stack them both on top of the cup and ball, and grab the magic wand.
>A quick rap with the wand is delivered to the topmost cup, and you lift the pile.
>Underneath your cups, sits a pristine cotton ball, resting on the table below.
>You brace for the lack of amazement or apathetic sigh, but it never comes from the dragon.
>Instead, his eyes go wide, and he struggles to find something to say.
>"B-But Anonymous, that's impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible, if you believe."

>>30313217

This concludes my update for today.

I hope you all enjoyed it. Writing is hard for me, but the (you)'s make it all worth while.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmwT7L0hToQ

>>30313222
I almost forgot to include the updated pastebin.

https://pastebin.com/qSWgt7LP

>>30313222
>1:15
What a fucking idiot. He just showed everybody the ball was under the cup.

>>30311326
I'm always a fan of XCOM style psionics. Go with that. Bonus points if continued use makes his hair white and eyes purple

>>30313252

I think the point of it was that they didn't really care if everybody knew.

Pretty sloppy either way though.

>>30311940
I like this.

>Lenovo laptop
Is anon a /g/entooman carrying a thinkpad around? Or a normie with some random shitty model? I must know because of reasons

>>30313222
(You)
More please

>>30314191
I used the laptop I have. plz no bully.

>>30313222
(me)
Thoroughly enjoyed. keep going.

>>30315027
What a poorfag
Disgusting

>>30315715
It has a Nvidia GeForce GTX.

>>30315802
And? GTX does not equal good. There's plenty of dog shit cheap GTX cards out there too.

>>30316082
I don't know a lot about computers, okay? I asked a friend what i should buy he recommended this.

>Fuck these ponies. You don't need them, or magic. You lived your life just fine without it.
>”You're special” is what she said. ‘Magic-less in every possible way’ type of special.
>‘Even the smallest of creatures have some form of magic.’
>You’re just a monkey-man who scares everyone away.
>After meeting their people, it’s evident that you aren’t compatible.
>You hear that purple pony calling your name, telling you to come back. You don’t listen to it.
>You keep up your pace and continue moving as fast as you can, out of town and down into the nearby forest.

Going to write something new, starting with something along the lines of this. Thoughts?

>>30316382
Terrible, needs a prologue, why did anon choose the death forest instead of going to another country?

>>30316397
He doesn't understand its dangers. Yes, a prologue is a great idea.

>>30316382
Go for it man, we could use some more green anyways

I feel like a bard anon story could have potential. They have long been my favorite D&D caster class and character archetype overall.

Trying to figure brainstorm some more specific ideas.

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>>30316683
Sounds like a solid idea.

I'm thinking, since we're going with the whole no-magic route here, that Anon wouldn't be able to participate in the usual ponyland random-song-and-dance routines.
Hell, even his attempts at 'normal' singing and playing are actually pretty horrendous to pony ears, since they lack magic.

Perhaps he comes across a magical instrument, or something to that effect, that lets him bypass that limitation.
And then apes human music, or composes his own, all to see those sweet eargasms on the little poners.

I'm sure that with some refinement and variation, that could shape up to be a much more light-hearted green, which would be a nice change of pace.

That, and the usual shiteree of archetypal bard perks, including pic related.

>>30316827
Something id enjoy reading anono
>>30316382
Get writing faggots

>>30312039
YES.

what is HK's update schedule normally?

missed out on thread 14 did obsessions update really seemed like it was ending before but pastebins not updated

UHMMMMMMMM

>>30318192
>>30237811

>>30318146
2-3 days per update usually
That means tomorrow
t. assassin droid

>going up

REFORMATIVE SPANKINGS WHEN

>>30319243
When an authoritative mare decides to give Anonymous what he has coming to him.

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>>30319250
We both know who that will be

>bump

Sorry for the lack of an update today.

I'm gonna try to put out a third update tomorrow.

I have a few ideas involving runic magic
It's not like Sea Urchin's, but I still feel like it would seem like a cheap knockoff

Should I get to writing anyway?

>>30320204
Go for it. There's a lot of potential with runes, and Urchin only really showed one side of them.

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Making some shit for you bois

For anyone who needs a prompt: something about The Ripple.

>>30320583
Holy damn

>>30313222
Good update. I am looking forward to more.

>bump

REFORMATIVE SPANKINGS

>>30316827
This is really good. I have an idea using and expanding on this. I think I can even work in the more humorous bard traits and perks without shoehorning them in.

Still brainstorming, and this would be my first green as well, but it's one I really want to write.

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>>30323203
Fuckin' go for it, bud.
Once you've got the concept to a level of concreteness you like, you pinch that loaf of green out.
Then you can join me in the first-green-ever-in-this-general club.

>>30320583
Shit it turned sideways for some reason. I'll give you guys an update later.

>>30323466
Magician anon drawing when

>>30313252
>>30313265
we can see it because of the camera, the audience wouldn't have been able to see it. Magicians generally perform for a live audience, and take advantage of the point of view.

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>this is some bomb ass spam

>>30311098
tattoo is my fetish

>>30323305
The fuck is even happening in that picture?

>>30302122
>Well, another day, another recovery.
>And honestly? You're not really that upset about it.
>Saving your friends from the big n' bad was still worth the recovery time.
>If anything, it showed how far you'd come in all these months.
>Before that?
>You'd have been running away like a total bitch.
>But with your new arsenal, you totally kicked her ass, even with her assists.
>Well, that and it's still an open question as to whether or not you'll get tossed in pony jail for the whole arsenal part.
>So if nothing else, best enjoy the freedom while it lasts.
>And you've been spending it playing card games.
>It was with Razor Wind only at first, but he invited two other Night Guards to play as well.
>You weren't really terrible at poker and the like, but it did get pretty grating after a while.
>Turns out that was basically the extent of their card game knowledge: poker and variants of it.
>So you got to teach them to play things like solitaire, switch, freecell, stuff like that.
>Even asked them for some blank cards, so you could draw up an Uno deck.
>The guards really seemed to dig that one.
>But now your time-wasting talents of yore were fully awakened by this whole ordeal.
>Needless to say, they were pretty hyped when you asked them for shitloads of small wooden tiles.
>Because guess who's bringing mahjong to Equestria?
>That's right, Anon is.
>And the best part?
>You get to make the tile art up all on your own.
>Plenty of space to squeeze yourself into the game somehow.
>You're sure the Night Guard would love it.

>>30325218
>You really didn't expect those crazy bat-horses to miss you that much.
>Much less that they'd love you this much for beating Chrysalis.
>You have to wonder if this is some bat-pony thing.
>Revenge-by-proxy, hero worship, something like that.
>Maybe you'll ask Luna later.
>All you know is, they're fucking great game pals.
>You're definitely finding them for game nights when you're in Canterlot next.
>Well, IF you're in Canterlot next.
>But for now, while you wait on the wooden tiles, you're explaining battleship to them.
>Since you didn't have any cool plastic sets to lay out the game, you had to do it all with paper.
>Just like the olden days.
>Luckily, they knew enough about naval warfare to get the references.
>So that's a plus.
>You're currently overseeing the trial run of the game, played by the other two guards.
>Razor keeps bringing in new guards to play, so their names really don't stick too well.
>They're all universally hyped to meet you, needless to say.
>Playing alien games might also factor into it, as well.
>"So tell me, Anon. What exactly is a 'carrier', anyways?"
"Ah, the carrier? Only the single best warship humanity ever created."
>"But the thing doesn't have any cannons! How does it attack things?"
"It's not cannons it uses to attack with, it's the airplanes aboard it."
>"Airplanes?"
"Oh right, you guys wouldn't know what those are. Well, basically it's--"
>KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
>Damn it, and here you were about to explain fighter jets to Razor.
>He takes a moment to answer the door.

>>30325221
>"Oh, princess! Didn't expect you here today. Come on in!"
>Princess?
>The pony who rounds the corner with Razor is...
>Twilight.
>Oh boy.
>Her expression when seeing you is totally unreadable.
>And you're all but certain you know what she wants to ask.
>"Hi, Anon."
"Hey, Twilight."
>"Captain, could you give the two of us some privacy?"
>Ah fuck, no backup for you.
>All he does is salute, herd the other guards out, and leaves the two of you in peace.
>...
>Well, maybe 'peace' is the wrong word.
>Awkward silence was beginning to build.
>"So. How's your arm doing?"
"Oh, right, the arm. It's getting there. Still can't really move it, though."
>"The tissues were torn pretty bad. It'll be a few more days before you can move it again."
"That... That right? How'd you figure that?"
>"I read the medical report."
"Right..."
>...
>She's dancing around the subject.
>Trying to work up the nerve to ask you.
>Sigh.
>You'll just pre-empt her, get it over with.
"Alright, just ask."
>"Huh?"
"Twilight, I know you saw me in the map room before you were knocked out."
>Now it's her turn to look a bit nervous.
"So, please, whatever you came here to ask, just ask it."
>Her expression changes from nervous to angry over the course of ten-ish seconds.
>When she finally does speak, it's whisper-shouting:
>"What were you thinking?"
"Huh?"
>And now it turns to actual shouting:
>"Anon, what in all Tartarus were you thinking?!"
>Whoah shit, pissed Twilight is a new one.
>At least, directed to you.
>Not gonna lie, kinda scary.

>>30325225
>"Do you even understand what kind of danger you put yourself in?!"
"Uhh..."
>"Do you have any idea who you just had a fight with?!"
"Y-yeah, Chrysalis, right?"
>"Yes, Chrysalis! Only one of the most dangerous villians at large throughout all of Equestria!
>"She almost conquered Equestria twice! And managed to beat all six of us three times now!
>"Anon, you... You could have been hurt worse than you are now! You could have died!"
>...
>The whole time she yelled like that, she's been getting closer to your bed.
>And now, she up and jumped on it, looming down at you.
>"Why? Why, Anon? What were you thinking?! You should have just... Just--"
"What? Ran away?"
>The instant you recognized where this thread of hers was going, any pretense of not arguing with her sailed off into the sunset.
>"Yes! You should have--"
"Never would have happened."
>"But you--"
"I don't care what you think about it, there's no way I was going to leave you all there."
>"We would have been fine! Celestia and Luna would have come to--"
"It's not about someone else coming to save you!"
>Whoa, ease back there, Anon.
>Your little outburst got her to reel back a bit.
>A sigh to collect yourself.
"Twilight, listen. Picture for a second what would happen if she went after me, instead of you.
"Would you have ran to my rescue, even though you 'knew' that the princesses would come for me?"
>Her mouth opens for an immediate 'yes', but no sound escapes.
>The realization dawns on her pretty squarely.
"Probably would have gone for me anyways, eh?"

>>30325230
>"B-but, you're not as strong as we are! You... You should have regrouped with the others instea--"
"Not as strong?"
>That came out more terse than you really wanted it to.
>"I... I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to--"
"Twilight, who do you think kicked her ass hard enough to crack her shell up like that?"
>"H-huh? Well, the Night Guard, of course. They--"
"Didn't do it. And neither did Luna."
>She really doesn't know.
>"B-but that's not possible! If they didn't, who did?"
"I did."
>All she does is give you a surprised little blink.
>"A-Anon, that's not funny. I know you brought those clubs, but that wouldn't have been enough to--"
"Stop."
>And stop she does.
"How soon is Luna free, Twilight?"
>"What's that got to do with anything?"
"She's got the 'clubs' I used."
>"Anon, seriously, I know you like your jokes, but this--"
"Isn't a joke, Twilight. I'm dead serious."
>Your tone was getting harsher, despite your attempts to reel back.
>"I... I don't get it, Anon. You..."
>Well, she's at a loss for words.
>"L... Luna's coming over in a few minutes. She scheduled a few minutes ahead of time to talk. I just... thought we could have had some time alone, so we..."
>She doesn't really know what she's saying anymore.
>She just looks so... distraught.
>The sight was honestly a bit heartbreaking.
>Where her eyes were previously tearfully angry, were instead now just tearfully sad and confused.
>That face does not belong on this pony.
"Twilight, come here."
>Since she's already on the bed, she walks further up.

>>30325240
>And thus, the ear scratches commence.
>Which soon transitions to a full-on hug.
>She's sniffling the whole time.
>"A-Anon?"
"Mm?"
>"I just... I don't want to see you hurt like this. Not again."
>She squeezes a bit tighter. You could take it.
"I know."
>You get the part just behind the ear that she really likes.
"But I don't want to see you hurt, either."
>Another sigh.
"Not after what happened with the princesses."
>A short little gasp comes from her.
>As if she just put something together.
>And right as it happens, the door's heard opening again.
>Twilight tries to get up, but you keep her down.
>"Anonymous, how are you... doing?"
>Well, Luna sure walked into a bit of a scene.
>You hugging it out with princess purple here.
>"Is... is this a bad time, Anonymous?"
"Not at all. We just... had a little fight."
>Luckily, she catches your drift.
"Although, I do have to ask. Do you have that box with you?"
>"Ah, that? I do. I wished to have you demonstrate the other... 'features' of the items, in a more controlled environment."
"Before you do that, I need to show them to Twilight."
>"You do? But... why?"
"Oh, you know, she thought I beat Chrysalis with two spindly looking clubs, is all."
>She blinks a few times, before beginning to giggle.
>You were too busy listening to the giggle to keep Twilight down any longer.
>"L-Luna, I don't understand! Did he... really beat her?"
>"He most certainly did, though I did miss most of the fight, tragically."
>"Then how? How did he beat her?"
>"I think he would prefer to show you."

>>30325247
>And boy would you ever prefer that.
>Now, you were a bit mixed on how Twilight would react to this.
>Being a big fan of Celestia, probably badly.
>But you wanted one more observer.
"Actually, Luna, would you mind bringing in Razor Wind as well, for the demo?"
>"The good sergeant? Why is that?"
"Well, he's gonna be guarding me while I'm here, right? Shouldn't he know what my stuff can do, to get a better sense of what I'm capable of?"
>She seems to consider this for a moment.
>"Very well."
>A flash of her horn later, and the door opens and shuts again.
>And there's the guard of the hour.
>"At ease, sergeant. Anonymous wishes for you to attend this demonstration."
>"D... demonstration, your highness?"
"I'm about to show off how I beat ol' bugbutt back there, buddy."
>Seeing his expression light up like that was fucking incredible. Luna's returning giggle only made it better.
>Luna floats the case of staves and foci over to you.
>"Twilight, sergeant? The items in that case are matters of the utmost secrecy. Please do not discuss them with anypony else."
>Razor salutes, while Twilight just gets increasingly concerned.
>"Anon? What did you use back there?"
"You'll see."
>"Fear not, Twilight. I have verified their safety."
>You unlock the case and hinge it open.
>Twilight immediately retreats a little bit.
>"Wh-what is that magic...?"
>You reach for the weaker staff and TK focus.
>"Ah, yes. I suppose you would not know much about true neutral magic presences."
>"T-true neutral? What's in that case, Luna?!"
"This."

>>30325253
>You put the staff on full display, with the focus in the palm of your other hand.
>Your second-best staff, and the quickest charger of the bunch.
>This one was a little experiment in trading off pure mana capacity for quick charge times.
>It worked pretty well: it charges as fast as it channels, though obviously it can't do both at once.
>Though getting the five infused brass bands near the top glyphed right for it was a big pain.
>Twilight's reaction was immediate backpedalling to the other end of the bed, ears splayed back.
>Razor, meanwhile, gave a low whistle.
>"Geez, that sucker's got some presence to it!"
>"And have you noticed the presence's intent, Razor?"
>"I... well, no, your highness."
>"Precisely."
>Twilight, meanwhile, looks afraid.
>"What is that? Anon, what is that?!"
"Hey, easy. It's just a staff."
>"That's not 'just' a staff! That's a construct! And very illegal, too! Where did you get that?!"
>"A construct it may be, Twilight, but I would not be so sure of 'illegal' just yet."
>"What are you talking about?! All constructs like that are illegal by Celestia's decree! You know that!"
>"Constructs made to gain power through the pain of others, Twilight."
>"And this one isn't?!"
>"No, it isn't."
>"Wh-what?"
>"Surely you can sense it? Scan it. Sense it for yourself."
>A few beats of fearful silence on her part pass before her horn lights up, a similar glow covering the staff.
>Her expression of fear slowly changes to one of confusion, then eventually wonderment.
>"Yes, precisely. It works all unto itself."

>>30325259
"You mind if I start off with the demo from last time?"
>"Of course, Anonymous."
>After Twilight stops channeling magic, you take the focus and plop it on top of the staff.
>The familiar sparking occurs.
>Twilight's eyes were as wide as dinner plates.
>That soon transitioned to a full-on jaw drop once you started floating the painting stuff again.
>Same way as you did last time.
>Once it was over, Razor broke the silence first:
>"Ho-ly horseapples. That's gotta be the coolest thing I've ever seen."
>Twilight zoomed up into your face right away, yanking the staff away with magic.
>"That's impossible. There's no way. That shouldn't have worked! How could that have worked? Where's the caster's intent? It can't think, so how is it forming the arrays? How is it--"
"Twilight."
>"--even creating the proper mana flow? And what are these glyphs? I've never seen glyphs like this before! Are they human glyphs? But no, humans don't have magic, so what glyphs--"
"Uh, Twilight?"
>"--are these? I don't recognize the script, and where's the sacred symmetry in them? How are these even manipulating the mana currents to-- EEP!"
>Her little ramble was interrupted by Luna wrenching the staff away with her own magic.
>You know, it's been a long while since you've seen her geek out over magic like this.
>It was just as adorable as you remember.
>You feel the staff returning to your hand.
>Luna's face is a good resemblance of what you currently feel: very amused despite the interruption.
>You pull the focus out of the staff and put them both back.

>>30325266
>Then, you pull out your current best staff.
>Despite the same zap apple wood body, you gave this one a lacquer job in cherry red.
>Specially infused lacquer, of course. Enchanted to provide some extra mana storage.
>Well, what else were you going to use that liquid enchanting knowledge on?
>Besides, how would you even store the magic equivalent of xenomorph blood, anyway?
>But yeah, the staff.
>Three copper rings with heavy glyphwork for extra absorption adorn the top.
>They stop right below a well-glyphed solid copper staff cap, which you affix the foci to.
>This one lets you kind of focus the flow of mana, basically focusing it to a hose outlet's worth instead of a drain pipe's.
>Since you had to pipe mana to specific focus parts, it amped up efficiency.
>Making this one the endurance king, at three minutes of channel time. And four to recharge from empty.
>You break away from the staff to look at Luna.
"So, uh, what kind of 'controlled' environment did you have in mind, Luna?"
>"I am glad you asked."
>With a flash of her horn, she created a magical target ring off to your side, surrounded by a series of floating glyphs that you don't recognize flanking it from there to here, kind of like runway lights.
>"This will contain the magical energy quite effectively."
>Well, it sure looked like it.
>That would make everything but the sonic focus really safe to use.
>Better leave that one last.
>You scan your focus collection for a good start.
>Fire, ice, lightning, and wind...
>Hmm...
>Wind's a good starter, right?
>Yeah, let's do that.

>>30325270
>You take the focus out and show it to the crowd.
"This one's called Hurricane. It messes with wind, and does a little cloud manipulation on the side."
>You slap it onto the staff, more sparks flying.
>And then you start off with basic channeled wind.
>Pretty soon, you're demonstrating the charged air blasts.
>And finally, the tightly packed air orb.
>No clouds to demonstrate on, sadly.
>The starting demonstration seemed to go really well with the crowd so far.
"Yeah, it's pretty much just defensive.
"Next up is Winterchill. Now things get a bit more serious."
>You change foci during the talk.
>The basic channel is a blast of freezing wind, complete with snow.
>The short build-up shoots spikes of ice.
>And finally, the twenty-second range unleashes that beautiful ice-storm attack.
>That one left a trail of ice in it's wake, and you could feel the cold from over here.
>You take a moment to gauge their reactions.
>Luna and Razor are pretty impressed, while Twilight is starting to look worried.
>Better change things up...
"This one is Pegasus's Wrath. You'll see why."
>After the focus change, you open up with the channeled lightning.
>You're 100% sure this isn't actual electron-flowing electricity, but something that acts very similar with magic.
>The short charge move is a strong bolt of lightning.
>And finally, the long charge is that lightning orb.
>Once it hits the target, it does the lingering thing before exploding into that nova.
>Luna catches the backblast with a quick shield spell.

>>30325274
>"I-Impressive. But perhaps some warning before you use such... explosive magic?"
"Oh yeah. Heh, sorry about that. Might as well warn you about the next one, then.
"This guy is Pyrokinesis, the second-to-last. And my favourite."
>It also happened to be the most complicated, topping even the sonic one.
>After all, 'stun' fire doesn't come from nowhere.
>You open up with the gout of continuous flame.
>The short charge is a small firebolt, but you can't demo the small contact blast, for obvious reasons.
>And the big charge is a huge firebolt, that detonates quite impressively upon impact.
>It also makes the best contact blast. Same one used to whoop Chrysalis, in fact.
>Well, time to observe the audience reaction.
>Razor looks hyped as all fuck.
>Luna remains impressed.
>And Twilight...
>Oh.
>Probably should have seen that coming.
>She looks... horrified, in the classical sense.
>Luna speaks up next:
>"Well, certainly an impressive array. But what is the last one?"
"Right, the last one is Banshee's Keening. But as you probably guessed, it uses sound."
>"A sound attack? Hm, very well, I do not think you need to demonstrate that one."
"Luna, it's almost like you don't want the guards to come in here!"
>Your joke may work on her, but not Twilight.
>And here comes Razor with his input:
>"Anon, that was flippin' amazing! No wonder you beat that bug down so bad!"
>Geez, lay it on thicker, why don't 'ya?
>God, you're loving that horse more and more.
>"A... Anon..."
>Oh God, Twilight's tearing up.
>"Why?"

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>>30325284
A little more expository than my usual fare, but that's just what it flowed into.
More interesting things to come next time on Anonball Z.

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>>30325295
>mfw HK updates

>>30325295
Thankyou based HK-47

>>30320534
All right.
I'll get to writing then, probably post tomorrow.

>>30325295
Thank you,I love this story.

>>30325295
it's as >>30325889 said

>>30324819
Anti-masturbation bed for christian children. Yes, this is sadly a thing.

I have a story. I wanna know if anyone cares to hear it.

I wrote out a nice, solid start. You tell me what you all think.


>You’re Anon and you’ve opened your eyes.
>...popcorn ceiling.
>You always hated that stupid pattern.
>On the bright side it was easy on your wallet to have it done this way.
>Sighing you began thinking about getting up
>And having to go outside.
>And seeing ponies.
>Uhg.
>Throwing the covers off you gritted your teeth as the nights warmth gave way to the cool air.
>Man you hated that initial burst of cold.
>Groaning, you sat up in your spot, and looked at your bedside table.
>Your cracked wrist watch, a flask, a wallet and your old wand.
>Taking another breath, you pulled yourself out of bed.
>Trudging towards the wardrobe you pulled out a fresh set of clothes and then walked to the bathroom.
>With that you began your morning routine.
>Opening up the medicine cabinet you pulled out an orange pill bottle.
>Pulling out one of the red and white capsules you downed it with a bit of water.
>From there it was the standard SSS.
>After getting dressed and grabbing your flask you began walking down to the kitchen.
>Opening up your liquor cabinet, you took a look at the bottles.
>...AJ’s?
>Nahh you’d had that yesterday.
>You weren’t really feeling whisky anyways.
>Turning to the vodka you noticed a little mason jar filled with a pink tinted liquid.
>Bubble gum vodka.
>Ponka had given that to you a while ago.
>Grabbing the jar you walked to the table and began filling up your flask.
>You made sure to add a good bit of water to the couple ounces of sauce.
>It’d probably kill the taste...but eh, what can you do.

>>30326402
>You’d really cut down on the drinking as of late.
>A while back it hadn’t been unusual for you to get totally smashed every other night.
>But as of late you’d been trying to keep it to one or two drinks a day.
>With your flask full you threw it back in your pocket, and sealed up the jar.
>Now...time for coffee.
>Heading upstairs you slipped your wallet into your pocket and put on your wrist watch.
>Despite its face being damaged the little fucker kept ticking.
>Looking down at the last item on the nightstand you thought about whether you should take it or not.
>Technically you weren’t supposed to…
>Sighing you grabbed the wand and put it into the inside breast pocket of your jacket anyways.
>Despite it being useless to you, the weight of the solid mahogany felt comfortable.
>Heading back downstairs you walked out of the door.
>Locking it behind you, you started towards Sugarcube Corner.
>The air was a little cold.
>Taking a deep breath you looked up.
>Overcast…
>You smiled a bit.
>No pesky sun to blind you on your walk.
>Just cold enough to make your breath fog faintly in front of you.
>The perfect, late autumn kinda cold.
>As you walked, enjoying the sting you felt in the back of your sinuses, you felt a bit more at ease.

>>30326411
>You’re Pinkie
>Right now you’re manning the front counter of an empty Sugarcube Corner
>And it’s about 6:27 am.
>Which means that soon enough, Anon’s gonna show up for his morning coffee.
>As you stare intently at the door, you see a shadow under the crack.
>He’s heeeere!
>The doorknob jiggled, and then the wooden barrier swung open.
>In walked a raggedy looking hyooman.
>Closing the door behind him he approached the counter.
>He was wearing a pair of khakis which looked pretty good if you ignored the fact that the fabric near the ankles was fraying.
>Up top he wore a collared shirt under a sweater, and a peacoat over all that.
>The coat itself probably would have looked snazzy a while ago, but you’re not too sure now.
>The color around the joints was fading, and two buttons had gone missing, lost to places unknown.
>You always liked guessing what kind of clothes Anon would come around waring.
>”Hi, Panka.”
“Pinkie.”
>”Ponka,”
“Pinkie.”
>”Pachinko,”
>You raised an eyebrow
>”Pinkie.”
>There it is!
>Turning around you grabbed a medium paper cup and a plate.
>Putting a cheese danish on the plate you gestured to the assortment of coffee flavors.
“So, whadya feel like having?”
>He shrugged
>”Surprise me?”
>Nodding you put the cup under the ‘Vanilla’ dispenser and filled it.
>Putting the cup on the counter, you noticed that the danish had already disappeared, and a number of bits had been left on the counter.
>Anon grabbed the cup, snapped a lid on it and waved to you, the danish hanging from his mouth as began walking to the door.
“Have a nice day! Come back again!”

>>30326422
>You’re Anon, and you’ve arrived at Twilight Sparkle’s Magical Princess Playset (™)
>AKA the royal castle.
>With Twi’s princess duties picking up she needed more hands...er hooves around the castle to help out.
>Specifically in the library.
>With the new additions it was much too large for one pony (or in this case, dragon) to handle.
>Which is where you came in.
>Your job was keeping the library in working order.
>It didn’t pay as much as your last gig did.
>But hey, at least you won’t have to deal with any magic.
>Plus nothing tried to kill you!
>Walking inside you took a sip from your beverage
>Swallowing, you felt that momentary warmth that came with a good cup of coffee.
>beverage in one hand, the last bite of a danish in the other, you made your way to the library, and then to your desk
>Taking your jacket off you hung it from the back of your chair and sat down.
>With that you looked down at your desk.
>A sticky note?
>’Anon: The following ponies need to be sent reminders about due dates: ‘
>Ehh...you’ll get to that in a bit.
>You took a sip from your coffee and plunked down in the chair.

>>30326429
>Hearing the door open, you heard a set of hooves walking in.
>WIth you already settling into autopilot, you put on a sweet falsetto
“Welcome to the Library, how can I help you?”
>”Well, I could do with some coffee.”
>Looking up you spotted Twiggles standing at your desk
“You too, huh?”
>You pushed your cup towards her.
>Taking a quick sip, she put it back on the desk.
>”You like Vanilla?”
“No, not really. I told Pinkie to surprise me.”
>Despite that, you went ahead and took a sip yourself.
>”I just came to say good morning. And check up on you. I’m not keeping you too busy, am I, Anon? I know you didn’t really do office work before and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
>You shook your head
>Despite being your “boss” Twilight wasn’t very authoritative.
>Granted that was probably due to the friendship you two had shared before you’d had this job.
“I’m doing fine, Twi. ‘Sides I’ve been here what, a month now? I’ve settled in just fine.”
>She nodded, and turned towards the door.
>”Just remember, if there’s anything you want to talk about...and I mean anything at all, I’m here.”
>You gritted your teeth a bit
>She always said that.
>You’re pretty sure you know what she wants to talk about.
>But you’d honestly rather not think about that subject at all.
“I’m fine. Really. Thank you for your concern, Twilight.”

>>30326439
>With that out of the way, you activated drone mode.
>Polish off your breakfast.
>Check the overnight book drop.
>Dust the shelves.
>Put the books that had been displaced away.
>Lunch.
>Write those dumb letters
>Each task was cut down with brutal efficiency.
>Sans the ones you found less favorable.
>Those got left over for Spike.
>Which meant his workload was cut by 90% when it came to the library.
>Sweep, put out any candles, and that was it for him.
>Not too bad.
>By the time three pm rolled around you’d done your fill of work.
>You were sitting with your feet up on the desk, a comic book in your lap and your flask in your hand.
>Spike, who’d also finished his share was sitting on your desk itself, reading his own comic.
>”Hey boys!”
>You looked up from the colorful page to find Twi standing across from your desk again.
>Taking a swig from your flask, you gave her a half wave.
>”Are you two done already?”
>You nodded
>Spike gave a half hearted “yeah”
>The purple pony raised an eyebrow.
>”You dusted the shelves?”
>You nodded
>”And the letters have all been sent?”
>Another nod.
>Twilight seemed to dig for a second.
>Then she smiled.
>”Have you reorganized the sci-fi section by author’s last name, and book title?”
>You shook your head and pointed to the calendar
“Scheduled for the day after tomorrow.”
>She shrugged.
>”Alright...I guess you’ve have everything in hoof.”

>>30326445
>”So what are you reading?”
>You looked down at the page.
>To be perfectly honest you weren’t really sure.
>You’d been more focused on your drink than what you were looking at.
“Super hero stuff?”
>”I see.”
>Unamused Twilight is unamused.
>That afternoon fatigue was beginning to rear its head.
>...the booze probably wasn’t helping.
>Looking out the window you yawned.
>Oh…
>It’s raining?
“I didn’t know it was supposed to rain today.”
>”It wasn’t. A freak storm rolled in from the Everfree.”
“No kidding...looks pretty bad.”
>”It is. It’s supposed to get even worse later today.”
>Crap.
>You should have brought an umbrella.
>Eh, well.
>*BANG*
>Oh shit! What?
>”Princess! Princess, there’s a fire!”
>A breathless, soaked, guard pony galloped his way into your library…
>Dammit he’s getting water on the floor!
“Hey I just cleaned that!”
>Ignoring you he bowed to Twi
>”It’s already beginning to spread, despite the rain! The fire brigade can’t put it out.”
>The princess frowned
>”How’d it start? And where is it?”
>”We think it’s was a lightning strike! And it’s near the town square. We think that the Everfree’s magic is fueling it, so I came straight here!”
>”I’ll see what I can do. Lead the way. Spike, Anon, stay here. I’d prefer to know where the two of you are while I’m gone.”
>With that, the pair of them galloped away.

>>30326454
>As soon as they were out of the door, you stood up, tossing the comic on the desk.
>Grabbing your coat you threw it on.
>This was the first semi-interesting thing to happen in this backwater town in a while.
>You’re SO not gonna sit in a library while it happens.
>”Uh...Anon. You heard Twi right?”
“Yeah.”
>”You going to the fire?”
“Nope.”
>He stared at you for a second.
>Your bold faced lie was actually laughable.
>Spike however just rolled his eyes.
>”Okay...well wherever it is you’re going, which happens NOT to be where the fire is...be careful.”
>You nodded
>Thank you based dragon bro!
>With that you began making your way outside.

>>30326462
>You’re Twilight Sparkle.
>And you cannot even begin to fathom the size of this fire.
>Massive licks of fire ran over every visible surface.
>Rather than the red-orange you’d expected, each flame was a sickly green color.
>In the ten minutes you’d been here you’d tried dousing the flames...which managed to make the fire grow rather than shrink.
>You’d also tried starving them of oxygen, which might have worked, but you couldn’t generate a force field big enough to close off all the fire.
>On the bright side the ponies who had been stuck within the building had been successfully extracted.
>Your teleportation was to thank for that.
>At this point the goal was to try and stop the fire.
>The best option at the moment seemed to be trying to prevent its spread.
>But that was easier said than done.
>The flames seemed to proactively spread.
>Any pools of water in the area lit up like oil
>The guard had formed a barricade using sandbags and cinderblocks, and digging a sort of half trench.
>This effectively seemed to prevent the fire from spreading, causing the unusual flaming water to collect at the bottom.
>You weren’t quite sure what you’d do once the pit was full though.

>>30326473
>You’re Anon…
>And the scene before you seems to be barely contained chaos.
>Ponies are scurrying back and forth
>Guards are working to dig holes
>Wet ponies seem to be doing their best to stay dry...almost like the water was poison.
>To be honest you don’t blame them...considering the nature of the fire they were just saved from.
>That green flame...you’d recognize it anywhere.
>Your professor used to call it “green light”
>A flame that fed off water.
>Not only that but the heat it generated could easily start a regular fire on any other suitable fuel source.
>To top it all off, since it was burning water it didn’t need an external oxygen source.
>Generally the only limit it had was surface area.
>The stuff really didn’t fair well when trying to burn up against something fire retardant, like glass.
>And small flames could only get so hot.
>Keeping a small vial with water and a little bit of green light made a great fire starter.
>It was also a great way to keep your hands warm if you kept the stuff in your pocket.
>As you watched the ponies dig hole after hole you sighed
>Regular firefighting techniques wouldn’t work on this stuff, but these guys didn’t seem to have a clue.

>>30311098
>SMT in Equestria
>Anon negotiates with demons to gain their powers
>Chaos route has him replacing the alicorns as the new demigod entity

>>30326486
>You could probably stop this right now.
>You had your wand with you after all.
>It was a pretty simple spell...just lift the fire off its fuel source, and convert it to a regular flame.
>Hell, you could probably even show off a bit while you did it.
>It’d probably be quicker than giving Twi a lecture on the exact incantations and tuning required to stop the fire.
>And it’d definitely be faster than letting the fire brigade try and deal with this as a controlled blaze.
>Plus...you took your medication this morning.
>Yeah.
>Casting a bit of magic won’t do anything bad.
>Plus, this is life or death!
>Kinda.
>The fire seems well controlled...and as long as it doesn’t spread to the pavement where water sits on the surface, things should be fine.
>But better you just deal with this now instead of maybe one of the guards getting hurt.
>The only thing that bothers you is the fact that this stuff isn’t natural.
>It takes some serious effort to spark up a green light.
>Yeah.
>Fuck that guard's ‘magic lightning’ theory.
>This fire was set on purpose.
>Or...there’s a really clumsy mage living around here.
>Stretching a bit you pulled out your wand.
>Once you did this, you probably wouldn’t be allowed to use magic at all for a while.
>So...yeah.
>Fuck it.
>You’re totally going to show off.
>Twiggy piggy is gonna regret that day all those years ago when she said “you can’t do magic”
>Your grip tightened a bit.
>The heavy wood felt good against your hand.
>Familiar, strong and unyielding.
>Reaching within yourself you felt for that well of power.
>It felt odd tapping again after all this time.
>Kind of like writing after summer break.
>Raising your wand you took a breath, and began your first spell
>The air thrummed with unearthly power…

>>30326495
>You’re Twilight.
>And something feels wrong
>Very very wrong.
>The air is thick with some kind of unknown, unequestrian power.
>Looking into the ditch you were managing, you saw nothing.
>Whatever this was, you really didn’t like it.
>Then, suddenly your surroundings went quiet.
>Or...quieter.
>...the rain
>it stopped!
>kinda.
>The droplets are just floating there, in the air.
>What kind of magic is this?
>You turned your head, searching for a caster, until your vision landed on...Anon
>His arm was up, holding his wand.
“No!”
>Suddenly, the flames that had been torching the buildings, and any wet surface in the area seemed to rise.
>Then, Anonymous began turning his arm.
>The fire, which had been wreaking havoc on this little patch of ponyville seemed to flow up, into the air, forming a ring that bathed the overcast area in a ghastly green glow.
>With a flourish of his wand, the green flames turned red, lighting up the environment like a small sun.
>As the light faded, you saw Anon wave his arm, causing the water drops which were still hanging in the air to fly out, forming a liquid roof of sorts.
>Pillars of fluid supported it
>A blast of cold air later and the ornamental liquid roof solidified, forming an icy barrier between the rain and the ponies near the site of the fire.
>Mouth agape you turned to see Anonymous slipping his wand back into his pocket.
>A huge smile was plastered across his face.
>He looked like the most content creature on the planet to say the least.
>But you knew what was coming.

>>30326502
>And you knew you had to be there when it happened.
>That knowledge in mind you lit up your horn, and flashed yourself over to where he stood.
“What were you thinking!”
>Anonymous whirled around, a mild look of surprise on his face.
>”Twi?”
“Anonymous, we need to get you to a hospital!”
>He sighed.
>”Listen, I took my meds this morning, so I huggg”
>His voice seemed to fail him, and his breathing suddenly went ragged.
>...which means it’s starting.
>Turning for a second you spotted a small group of guards.
>Inhaling you shouted at the top of your lungs.
“We need a doctor!”
>With that you turned and opened up your hooves
>Into them fell Anon.
>You did your best to set him on his side, but the convulsions made it unusually difficult.
>After a minute of wrestling him into place you held onto him as best you could.
>A mix of blood and spittle was leaking from his mouth as his body shook
>Each breath sounded labored as his mouth and throat fought his diaphragm
>His arms were contorting in ways you KNEW they weren’t supposed to.
>The muscles in his face twitched, contorting his normally calm expression.
>As you held him, you felt a pit open up in your stomach.
>This was seriously bad.
>You’d seen him have a seizure before but never one this violent.
>After what felt like an eternity, you the tension in his back and arm gave a bit.
>The medical ponies that had formed a circle around you pushed in.
>Anon’s body was pulled from your grasp and moved onto the waiting stretcher.
>...
>It was over.
>for now.

>>30326516

Annnd that's all I've got so far.

Sorry that it seems exposition heavy at times.

I do have a rough outline in my head for the story.

so basically, cont?

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>>30326516
>>30326529
You have my attention.

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>>30326493
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdnNUYDmXOg
>Cast Bufudyne +9 on Celestia
>WEAK
>Anonymous smirks

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>>30325295
>An HK update
YES YES YES YES

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A little update, I'll be working all night until it's done

>>30326529
Do it.

Maybe we could get a politician Anon?
>Ponies are curious about the monkey man staying with the princess
>Anon gets the attention of media being as unique as he is. Knowledge of his existence spreads.
>Anon lands a job under the mayor of Ponyville
>anon eventually finds more political power
>stuff happens

>>30326695
Looking good.
Really makes me miss the runic screeching.

>>30326529
continue

>>30326529
Pretty good stuff so far, more would be good

>>30326695
Good shit

>>30326529
My bones have been rattled

B

>9

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>>30326695
>hfw

>>30313217

>You nearly choke on the campy thing that you just said. Clearly, your presentation had gone to shit over the years of performing for children.
>Technically you still are, considering how old Spike is in dragon years.
>You repeat your trick again, this time with the second ball.
>Lifting the cups again, two cotton balls are revealed on the table.
>Spike can barely contain himself now. You were getting a little bit excited yourself.
>You hadn't expected your trick to go over quite like this.
"Alright, this next part is gonna go over a bit different, so pay attention."
>At this point, asking Spike to pay attention was a little bit redundant.
>He was practically raping your hands with his eyeballs, trying to understand how it was possible to make something appear out of thin air, without even a lick of magic.
>Not that it would really matter, this trick didn't really use sleight of hand, it was more psychological than anything.
>This time, you place the final cotton ball on top of the far left cup, and cover it up with the far right cup.
"I'm going to make the ball go through the air itself, and pass through into the middle cup."
>"Alright, now I /know/ that's not possible Anonymous."
>Your eyebrow shoots up.
"Oh really?"
>"Because you're clearly passing the balls through some sort of hole or something in the cup. You wont be able to do it if the cups are apart from one another."
>You smirk, tapping the stacked cups with your wand, and tip over the middle cup with another tap, revealing three cotton balls.
"Wanna make a bet on it?"
>He takes a moment to process this new development.
>Another moment passes.
>Spike.exe has stopped working. Would you like to restart? Y/N
>The tiny dragon looks up at you
>"Are you sure you're not magic?"
"According to Twilight, I'm actually so non-magical that my body actually repels the stuff."
>Spike takes his gaze away from you, staring again at the finished trick before you.

>>30330204

>"Well, you definitely could have fooled me."
"That's my job."
>"To fool people?"
>You nod.
>Spike frowns.
>"It seems kinda dishonest, when you put it that way.."
"I believe a wise man once said that a magician is the only honest profession-- A magician promises to deceive you and he does."
>He scratches at his chin while mulling over what you just said.
>"Yeah, you're gonna do just fine tomorrow, Anon."
"You really think so?"
>"If you pull something half as good as what you did here, then they'll love it for sure."
>You laughed internally at that one. These ponies hadn't seen a god damn thing yet.
"We'll see."
>He excuses himself from the table while you start to clean up the cups and balls.
>"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Anonymous. That was a pretty cool thing you showed me."
>You nod and let out a little laugh.
"For sure. Feel free to catch the show if you want."
>He laughs back.
>"Again, if it's anything half as good as that, I wouldn't miss it for the world."
>You nod at him as he escorts himself out of your room.
>Once you're sure he's gone, you stare down at the stack of cups in your hand.
>Pulling them apart, you reveal a hidden fourth ball. The key to the trick.
>You take it into your hands and chuckle, putting it along with the other cotton balls.
>The dragon's reaction to your little demonstration had put you in a majorly good mood.
>If what he said about pony vision was true, you couldn't even imagine how well the show would go over tomorrow.
>Setting the cups and balls gently into your prop bag, you look down at the bed.
>Laying atop your sheets was your father's deck of cards. Right where you had left it.
>Grabbing it up in your hands, you set yourself down on the bed where it rested.
>Staring down at it, you continue you try to pick up where you had left off, now with the new-found clarity that Spike had given you.

>>30330206

>Where were you?
>Oh. 'What would dad do.'
>Your smile fades a bit as your depression starts to creep it's way back into your mind.
>For what was now the better part of your life, you had seen him as less of a man, and more of an impossibly high standard.
>He was everything that you had always dreamed of being as a child. And as an adult, he stood as a reminder of everything you couldn't be.
>When you went out onto the stage those few times in his stead, you must have looked like an idiot.
>You tried to be like him, to emulate him. You preformed his tricks and said his lines.
>But that wasn't enough for the crowds. They didn't come to your dad's shows for the magic, they came for /him./
>But where he was larger than life, you sunk into the shadows. Where he was assertive, you were meek. Where he was kind, you were jaded.
>You would have been a good foil to him, sure. He always talked about how one day you could preform along side him, and you dreamed of those days that never did come.
>You were Abbott with no Costello. And the audience didn't appreciate it. The only semi-positive emotion you got was pity. The only people who enjoyed you were those who were untainted by your father's good name.
>Setting your body down on the bed, you ponder the question again aloud.
"What would dad do."
>Was it really worth doing what dad would do?
>You had tried to do what he would do all your life, and all it had done was lead you to misery.
>Maybe you were going around this the wrong way.
>Maybe, instead of wondering what he would do, you should be wondering what he would want /you/ to do.
>That was probably it. You had trusted him more than anybody in the world, and your trust was usually well placed.
>But what /would/ he want you to do?
>You keep pondering, and pondering those words. Until finally, you drift off into the inky blackness of sleep.

>>30330213

>You're not quite sure when you got here.
>The air around you is tense, and there's a light breeze consistently flowing around your body.
>Speaking of around you, there was currently nothing around you.
>Just an infinite black void, and a light draft, now picking up enough for you to feel it inching you forward.
>You take a few steps in the direction of the wind. Are you dead?
>Maybe so. Maybe all that nonsense about ponies and dragons was your dying brain fooling itself in it's last moments.
>That would be oddly poetic, tricking yourself in death.
>Speaking of being dead, it really isn't that bad.
>There's nothing to do, and that constant breeze is probably gonna get old, but overall it's a little bit soothing.
>Say, if you're dead, shouldn't you be in heaven?
>Or hell? Or anything at all?
>You weren't a really religious person to begin with, but you'd appreciate /anything/ to get a grip on where you are right now.
>If you had to calculate what the percentage chance of you being dead was, you'd probably give an educated guess of about thirty percent.
>Maybe you were just waiting on a close relative to guide you or something. That's what they always talk about on those near death experience shows.
>Oh. There's dad.
>The chances of you being dead have increased a significant amount.
>This was sort of embarrassing. How are you going to explain to him you died in such a shitty way?
>Looking at him closer, he seems to be talking to somebody.
>You walk over to him, as the breeze around you grows stronger and stronger, pushing you harder in the direction of your father.
>He's talking to a child in some sort of getup. He looks vaguely concerned about something, but you can't make out what he's saying.
>As you close the gap, the world around you grows more and more detail, as the draft pushes you along.
>Finally, you take a final step as the world around you becomes more defined. The wind suddenly ceases.

>>30330228

>The wood flooring under you creeks subtly as you step slowly toward the two in front of you.
>Taking a cursory look around, you can tell you're backstage in some sort of theater. There's a familiarity you simply can't put your finger on at the moment, but that's the least of your concerns.
>One concern is how tall everything is around here. It's almost as if somebody took a normal room and gave it a cartoonish stretch upwards and outwards.
>Your father seems like a giant, and the curtains and pillars of the theater stretch on into oblivion, the roof they hold up is beyond your vision.
>The only thing that seemed to be around your height was the child who was currently holding onto your father's pants for dear life.
>Much like the theater, the kid looked extremely familiar, but your mind feels too cloudy to remember.
>Have you been drinking lately? You aren't sure if you could be drunk in heaven. Or purgatory. Whatever this is.
>Thinking it over, your chances of being dead are up in a coin toss now.
>You hear a thunderous applause, and suddenly notice that the boy and your father are standing in a line leading into stage left.
>Another boy runs out of stage right, hugs what could be presumed to be a family member, and walks with them out the backdoor of the theater.
>An announcer says something you can't quite make out, and the line inches forward.
>There's an overwhelming feeling of dread creeping across your body at the moment, and as you walk toward your father you can see the boy at his side is clearly sharing your anticipations.
>Your father notices the boy's nerves, and lightly pats him on the shoulder. The boy looks back for a moment, and they share a smile, both returning to their previous nervous gazes when the connection is broken.
>The dread creeping over you stops, for now.
>You carefully take a few steps toward the two, wood flooring creaking under your feet. Why haven't they noticed you yet?

>>30330239

>Finally, you stood, only about a foot away from your father and the child.
>You look at your father. His face seemed incredibly tense, as if focused on something just beyond his vision.
>He had a striking resemblance to you, although his face was much more clean shaven and his body much more in shape.
>It seemed so surreal to you. After almost two decades, he was right there in front of you. What could you possibly say to him.
>There was so much to talk about, so many questions to ask!
>You reach out your hand and open your mouth to get his attention.
"H-Hey da--"
>"Hey dad?"
>The boy cut you off, and you went cold.
>What did he mean by that. Why did he call your father his dad?
>You squint at the familiar child, trying to understand who he was.
>The examination is interrupted by your father kneeling down to his level.
>"Yeah sport?"
>You glance back at the child and the memories come flooding back.
>The theater around you had a special place in your mind. You were surprised you couldn't remember it.
>It was your elementary school's old theater. You had preformed here a few times. They were always happy to have an old student come back, especially one that could entertain the kids in an assembly.
>You also preformed here as a kid during the school talent show, but only once--
>Oh.
>That's who that kid was. It's you.
>That explains why it looked so familiar. You resist the urge to facepalm, as you listen on to the conversation.
>The boy--Younger you, is frowning and looking down at the floor.
>"Dad, what if they don't like me?"
>Your father frowns back for a moment, but puts on his best look of sympathy.
>"Listen, son. I'm not going to lie to you."
>Younger Anon looks up at him.
>"When you're preforming, not everybody in your audience is going to enjoy every second. It's just a fact of life."
>Anon tries to look back down, but his dad catches his chin and pushes it back up to face him.

>>30330248

>"But Anon-- You don't need to worry about everyone enjoying your show tonight."
>"I don't?"
"I don't?"
>"No, you don't. Because you're going out there to show what you love to do. All that matters is that you have fun, and that you try your best."
>Anonymous frowns, and you mimic him.
>"Sport, why do you think I do magic?"
>Anon thinks for a second before answering;
>"Because it's something you're good at?"
>Dad chuckles for a moment before giving the correct answer.
>"Yes, but I also do it because it's something I enjoy doing. You enjoy doing magic, don't you?"
>No thought is required this time.
>"Yeah!"
>"Then don't worry, because if you're enjoying yourself, the crowd will enjoy themselves too."
>He gets back up and pats his son on the shoulder, before closing the gap in the line in front of them.
>Anon smiles for a moment, before frowning again and looking up at his father.
>"B-But what if I mess up?"
>He looks back down at his son.
>"That could happen, but the important thing is to just keep moving on to the next part of the trick."
>"Keep moving on?"
>"Sure. I mess up all the time, but I just keep a level head and move on. There's no use crying over spilled milk, Anon."
>He kneels down again, this time with a serious face.
>"I want you to have something, Anon."
>Oh no.
>He reaches into the pocket and grabs a worn deck of cards in an even more worn box.
>The theater around you starts to darken, the sounds of the crowd fading away until all you can see is the wooden floor and the two in front of you.
>You're starting to hyperventilate now. You remember this.
>This was the day it happened.
>This was the day he died.

>>30330255

Apologies for the cliffhanger, I'm trying to make my updates a little longer each time.

Here's the updated pastebin: https://pastebin.com/qSWgt7LP

I hope you're all still enjoying the story. I know it's not really as good as Urchin or HK, but I'm glad to have the response I've had so far.

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>>30330276
>cliffhanger

>>30330300
I gotta get you people hooked somehow.

also
>them digits
noice

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>>30330276
Nicely done, looking forward to more.

I'm glad this thread isn't kill despite Urchin finishing. Maybe I'll try reading another one of these.

>>30327777
It must be done, the Quads demand it.

>>30330664
We need a new edgy story now

>>30330976
HK's story is kind of edgy, but with an anon who is aware of and actively rejects the shortcomings of that edgy reality.
It's nice.

>>30325704
Ta da:
> You are Anonymous.
> You are also angrily trudging through the Everfree Forest.
> And why are you angrily trudging through such a dangerous place?
> Well, simply put, you're angry at Twilight Sparkle.
> It all started when you overheard Twilight talking about you just an hour or so ago.
> You had been looking for her to ask about how your new house was going.
> As much as you enjoyed living in a giant crystal tree castle, you wanted your own house.
> However, when you had found Twilight, she was listening to her student, Starlight.
> "I mean, it's nice he wants to be independent, but I just don't think he can really make it out in the world without magic, you know?"
> You were obviously angered by Starlight saying that, but not enough to start throwing things.
> It was Twilight's reply that set you off.
> "Yeah, he's nice and all, but he needs to accept that, as a completely magicless being, he just isn't cut out for a lot of things."
> When you heard that, you had just entered the room, entering their line of sight.
> Their eyes grew at least 10 sizes when they noticed you standing there, a scowl developing on your face.
> After seconds of tense silence, Twilight began to speak.
> "A-anon, hi!"
> Your scowl deepened as she began to appear more and more nervous.
"So I'm not cut out for things, eh Twilight?"
> There was a visible wince on both their faces.
> You turned and began heading for the main hall, where the door out was.
> "Anon, wait!"
> You paused for a moment to say a shitty final line, because you thought it would be cool at the time.
"You know, Twilight, I should have expected something like this. After all, friendship is magic."
> If you weren't angry at her, you would have stopped and apologized, because when you said that, her face contorted into such a hurt expression, one would think you stepped on a puppy in front of her.

1/4

>>30331640
> However, you were angry, so you just turned and left, eventually leading you to the present, angrily trudging through the Everfree.
> Your destination was the old castle.
> You figured there would probably be an intact bed or something somewhere, Zecora taught you how to identify a few of the edible plants in the Everfree once, and the walls hadn't fallen down yet, so why not stay there?
> In the back of your mind, you were honestly hoping that by the end of this, there would be a big friendship lesson thing, making things go back to normal.
> Even now, your anger was ebbing away, leaving the depressive aftermath of it all.
> But you knew it would look bad if you just showed back up now.
> You couldn't stop now, you had to keep going.
> Besides, it would be okay in the end.
> You hope.

> You are now Twilight Sparkle, and you are feeling terrible.
> You had talked about your friend Anonymous behind his back.
> And then he heard you.
> At first, you hoped the scowl on his face was just because of something else that he was going to complain about.
> But as the saying goes, if wishes were fishes...
> Although honestly his last line was the kicker.
> Using the phrase "friendship is magic" in a context that made it negative...
> That definitely hit home.
> You would like to go looking for him, but you know that wouldn't be good.
> In the meantime, you're feeling a bit tired.
> Perhaps a nap will help with that.

> You are once again Anonymous
> You are also at the ruined gates of the Everfree castle.
> To be honest, it looks surprisingly intact for a thousand year old structure in the middle of untamed woodlands.
> Walking in, you smell dust and a hint of mildew.
> Ruined tapestries hang from the walls like criminals, tattered and dirty.
> Many loose stones and rocks litter the floor, along with a strange faded stain in the corner.
> Perhaps blood from some creature?

2/4

>>30331648
> Regardless, you continue through the ancient hallways, observing details and looking for any rooms with useful things.
> You also scan the floor for any suspicious tiles, as you've heard of there being trap doors and rooms all throughout the castle.
> You continue walking and searching for at least an hour, finding no beds or blankets, but a few useful trinkets such as rusted knives, frayed ropes, and even a small gemstone hidden in one room.
> By now, you are quite tired, and as such begin looking for a place to convert into a dwelling.
> You end up finding the library, and a small bedroom, possibly a servant's quarters.
> Thankfully, the bed and blankets of the quarters aren't in too bad shape, so you decide you can just sleep there tonight.
> You would go to sleep now, but you were curious as to what books survived in the library.
> After a minute of going back and forth as to weither or not you should go in the library now or tomorrow, you give in to your curiosity and decide to go now.
> Thankfully, it's only a few doors down on the other side of the hall.
> Entering, your nostrils are overpowered by the overwhelming smell of mold and mildew.
> You now doubt that there are many books left.
> Just glancing around seems to prove your theory: most of what's on the shelves is just unrecognizable piles of black and brown.
> Of course, the best things are hidden in sealed rooms, and this castle has more than it's fair share of secret passages, so you figure you may as well look around some more.

> Let's see here, rotten paper, rotten paper...
> Oh look! Rotten paper!
> Sighing, you begin to give up, when you notice a very small indenture on the shelf.
> Upon closer inspection, it's a very small switch.
> You imagine that it would be nigh impossible for any pony other than a unicorn or alicorn to flip it.
> You, however, are no pony, and you have fingers.
> *click*
> Your ears are then met with the sound of stone grinding on more stone.

3/4

>>30331656
> Using your ears to pinpoint the location, you manage to find what opened up.
> It was a very small compartment on the other side of the room.
> And it had a thick book inside of it.
> It read, "Runic Spellcraft by Primus Chanter".

4/4

>>30331667
So how was it?
If you guys think it's good, I'll write some more.

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>>30331675
Decent start, please go on.

>>30331828
please make this the next OP pic

>>30331675
Bredy gud so far. I'm really glad to see a bunch of writefags starting greens right now and saving the thread. Your start is a bit too short to really say with confidence how it will develop, but it was definitely enough to interest me.

>>30330255

>You buckle over onto your knees.
>Was this some sort of sick fucking joke?
>Your father rests the deck into your younger self's hands.
>"What's this?"
>Anonymous looks down at the box with wonder in his eyes.
>"This is my personal practice deck, Anon. Every card trick I've ever shown you, I've used this particular deck."
>The young man in front of you looks speechless. He takes it from his father's hands with care, not wanting to mistreat something of such sentimental value.
>"Anon, I don't want to disappoint you, but I won't be able to watch you perform tonight."
>Taken by surprise, the boy looks up at his father and opens his mouth to say something, but he's silenced by his father.
>"I know I promised. But something came up, and I have an important show to do tonight."
>Anon frowns and looks back down again.
>Your father rests a hand on his shoulder.
>"Don't worry, sport. Your mom's recording it down in the audience. I'll be able to watch it later."
>This only does so much to calm your younger self's worries.
>"But listen, Anonymous. That's why I'm giving you this deck. I want you to have it close to you while you perform."
>"But why?"
>A gentle smile crosses your father's face.
>When you saw that smile for the first time, so many years ago, you saw a man who was brave for you, even in the face of something that was impossible.
>Now as an adult, you could see it held so many other things. Things he would never get to say to you.
>"I know what it's like to be up on that stage, and have nobody on your side. I wasn't always this good at what I do."
>"So just in case you ever feel like that, I want that deck in your pocket to be a reminder that I'll always be there for you, even when I'm not."
>Anon looks down at the deck of cards in his hands, and then looks back up at his father, with a new-found determination.
>"I understand."

>>30332676

>Anon gets another gentle smile and a pat on the back as a reward.
>"Oh geez, sport. Looks like you're up next."
>Your father kneels down a third time, and gives the boy a hug.
>"Just remember, I believe in you, Anon."
>"Thanks dad."
>You watch in horror as they break the hug.
>The boy nods at his father, and starts to walk away.
>You have to stop this, maybe you can change this.
"D-Don't let him go, Anon! If he goes to that show, you'll never see him again!"
>Your plea falls on deaf ears, Little Anon walks around the corner and enters stage left.
>Your father follows him, stopping at the entrance of the stage, peering around the corner at his son.
>The room around you falls in upon itself, shrinking down to it's actual size as it starts to melt away.
>Inky black void swirls around you as you try to get back on your feet, trying to run to your father.
>He stands alone at the curtain, his surroundings untouched by the void.
>Like a beacon.
>Despite being lightheaded, you manage to step up onto your feet, only to be shoved back down onto the cold nothingness.
"W-What the fuck?"
>You flip around on your back and see your old high school bully standing behind you.
>"Magic is for losers!"
>In a daze, you try and stand up again, only to be kicked in the side by another figure.
>An old girlfriend you had had a nasty breakup with.
>"When are you going to get a real job, Anon!?"
>The more you try to stand up and make your way to your way to your father, the more horrible things are said to you, pushing you back onto the ground.
>Your tormentors swirl around you like a hurricane of doubts and fears.
>"What's wrong with him?"
>"What a fucking weirdo."
>"You can't do this forever, Anonymous."
"Stop!"
>Your body hurts. You still try to crawl your way over to the one man you want to see.
>"You're fired buddy, don't come back here again!"

>>30332690
>"That was one of the worst acts I've ever seen."
"Please, stop!"
>You're not even bothering to crawl anymore, you're just laying there but the hits keep coming.
>"I'll pay you when you learn to do a decent magic trick, bum."
>"Mr. Anonymous, I'm prescribing you some of these. Please give me a call if you continue having those sorts of thoughts."
>The pummeling stops for a second, but you feel a churning pain in your abdomen.
>Suddenly, a fountain of pills comes rushing out of your mouth, mixing with bile and various other fluids.
>The beating gradually continues as you cough and sputter medication all over the ground.
>"You're pathetic. Can't even do what I pay you to do."
>"You're /that/ Anonymous? Gee, how the 'mighty' have fallen."
>"Get help, you fucking psycho."
>You just can't take it anymore.
>You want this pain to end.
>The more you try to fight it, the harder it gets.
>But if you lie down and do nothing, it only gets worse.
"P-Please, I don't know what I did! I'm sorry!"
>But the beating only gets worse.
>You hear a mad chuckling from all around you.
>"Pathetic. Just pathetic."
>That voice was different, instead of coming from one of the figures currently kicking your ass, this voice came from the very void around you itself.
>"It seems one /tiny/ nightmare is enough to destroy you, pathetic creature."
>Suddenly the beating stops, and the people around you shift and distort until they resemble a cloud of thick black smoke.
>You try and take your chance to make your way toward Dad, but you only hear a chuckle and the beacon of hope is snuffed out, replaced by the void.
"Dad!"
>"He won't help you, Anonymous."
>The black mist around you begins to coalesce into a figure of sorts.
>"In fact, nobody can help you now."
>Okay, time to take a step back, Anon.
>There are multiple questions which we need to work out right now.

>>30332698

>Alright, Question One: What the fuck is going on.
>Answer: I don't fucking know.
>Alright, let's save that one for later.
>Question Two: What the fuck is this black smoke monster?
"What the fuck are you?"
>"Silence, creature."
>A wave of agonizing pain shoots through your body.
>Could your arm always bend like that?
>It's hard to remember, what with the unbearable pain clouding your mind, among other things.
>"Behold mortal! I am Epialos, god of nightmares."
>Well, it's technically an answer to your question, but it doesn't really help much.
>You can barely think in this state. Among the various pains happening through your body, it felt like somebody was taking a nail and hammering it into your temples.
>If you didn't know what being skullfucked felt like before, you do now.
>On the bright side, you knew a method of gathering information.
>Asking Edgelord McSmokeMonster would probably be your best method of knowing something at the moment.
"Where the fuck am I?"
>The smoke laughs.
>"Do you not recognize your own consciousness? I can't really blame you. There's not much here to begin with."
>You take a moment to process that insult.
"H-Hey, fuck you buddy--AHGHFUCK"
>Now, you KNOW that your leg doesn't bend like that usually.
>"You're a brave little mortal, aren't you."
>Your other leg gets a similar treatment.
>"But allow me to give you some advice. The next time somebody is in control of your mind, don't insult them."
"What do you mean, in control of my mind?"
>A laugh eminates from the void once more, causing you mild discomfort.
>Every single breath he takes in between his laughter is like a needle being stuck in you.
>"You're pretty slow for a stage performer. Want me to spell your situation out for you, horse-apples for brains?"
>Horse-apples?
"Oh god, am I in some sort of Pony-Hell?"
>"Oh no, believe me, that's much worse. I've been there."

>>30332705

I felt bad about leaving you guys with a short update and a cliffhanger, so here's another short update and another cliffhanger on the same day to compensate.

Sorry if the edge is off-putting, I'm trying to establish a villain here.

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>>30326516
>Twenty minutes later.
>You’re currently at the hospital, giving some information to the resident neurologist.
>Despite Ponyville being a tiny town, the hospital had always been a strong point.
>After your ascension, the quality of the medical care had only gone up, as a number of the nobles had insisted the princesses have the most expert medical care available.
>”Okay. I’d just like to confirm a few things. Firstly, Anonymous suffered from…”
>He looked down at his clipboard
>”A Grand Mal seizure, lasting...holy Celestia, eight minutes?”
>You gave him a solemn nod.
>You saw a flash of pity cross his face, which was quickly covered with his standard ‘Doctory’ persona.
>”And, just to ensure this record is accurate, he has a history of seizures of this nature, correct?”
>Another nod.
>”Any additional details you’d like to give me?”
“Does it state the cause on that sheet?”
>He looked down again.
>”’Adverse reaction to magic, anecdotally. Lab results inconclusive.’”
>You sighed
“That sounds about accurate, yes.”
>He ‘hmmed’ at that
>”It says he takes an anticonvulsant. Phenytoin...three hundred milligram split dose. Correct? Is he well controlled on it?”
>...
>That was actually a good question.
>Anon didn’t live with you, so you weren’t really sure if he’d had a seizure while at home.
>Now that you think about it...he really shouldn’t be left on his own like this.
>Well whatever.
>You can’t dwell on that now.
“The drug is correct, and the dosage sounds right. I can’t say how well controlled he is though.”
>The doctor nodded and jotted something down.
>”It says here that he casted... some kind of unknown pyromancy and then created an ice construct. Would that be accurate?”
>With the way the report described it it made the magic seem mundane.
“That would be a gross understatement. He used some of the most advanced magic I’ve seen in my lifetime.”

>>30332880
>The doctor frowned.
>”He is...aware of his condition...correct?”
“Yes.”
>The doctor’s frown deepened.
>”And he used this magic regardless.”
“Yes”
>”Have you taken him to a psychologist? Because it sounds, to me anyways, that this could be classified as self harm.”
>You blinked.
>Self harm?
>Really?
>It was a bit of a stretch.
>After all it seemed like he felt justified in doing what he did.
>But… the idea isn’t impossible.
>And now that you thought about it…
>Ever since his condition had become apparent after the Canterlot incident, he’d been moping around.
>He completely avoided the subject if it ever came up.
>If it wasn’t for the Phenytoin he was taking he’d probably be drinking even more too.
“I think that I’ll do that.”
>The doctor nodded
>”I think I have everything I need for now. We’re going to keep him for the rest of today and the night, just to monitor him. He is able to have visitors. If there’s anything else you’d like to discuss I’d be more than happy to meet with you. Okay?”
>You sighed.
“Okay. Thank you, doctor.”

>>30332889
>You’re Anonymous
>And you’re pretty sure you just got hit by a freight train.
>Or at least...that’s what you feel like.
>Every inch of you hurt
>Your arms felt like they’d been run through an automated meat tenderizer.
>Your tongue and cheeks had more teeth marks than you cared to count
>To top it all off your throat was so dry that it felt like sandpaper rubbing up against itself.
>The doctors had refused to give you water, fearing you might throw it up if you had another seizure.
>But…
>Despite all that…
>The only thing you could think of was those few moments.
>For thirty glorious seconds, you’d been a mage again.
>That incredible ring of fire
>The ice fort.
>The way you’d bent every individual droplet of water that had the gall to fall out of that cloud to your will.
>The scene just played over and over again in your head.
>Each beautiful second.
>Hell, if someone asked you to recount it, you bet you could describe the exact length and width of each lick of fire.
>Well...up until you started talking to Twilight.
>You don’t remember what happened after that.
>If it hadn’t been for waking up in the hospital you probably wouldn’t have even realized what happened.
>Not till you got your ass off the floor and put two and two together anyways.

>>30332905
>As you sat there, eyes closed, drowning in agony and recounting that moment, you felt a hoof gently prod your shoulder.
>”Anon?”
>That sounds like Twi…
>Hmmm
>She probably was quite impressed by your little show.
>Assuming she saw it of course.
>Did she?
“Twi.”
>Damn, your voice was hoarse.
>Talking hurt.
>But even so, you had to know.
“Did you see me?”
>”Did...what?”
“My magic. Was it good?”
>You opened an eye to look at her.
>To see her smiling at you.
>To finally have that satisfaction...
>But...she wasn’t smiling.
>Not at all.
>She looked...sad?
>Angry?
>Uhg you’re too tired to think.
>Might as well just go back to your fantasy…
>You’ll ask her if she liked your magic later.

>>30332911
>You’re Twilight Sparkle.
>And...you think the doctor was right.
>The first thing that Anon had said to you.
>After nearly dying...was “Did you like my magic?”
>It almost made you sick
>The absolute disregard for his well being, that is.
>Granted...you doubt he was thinking clearly.
>But it made you wonder.
>Is that what went on in his head all day?
>A jolly day dream about the last spell he’d casted?
>...
>In reality, you were impressed.
>From an objective standpoint, the magic he’d used was incredible.
>And considering it was the first set of spells you’d seen him cast...aside from a few small cantrips before his condition had made itself apparent...you honestly were impressed.

>>30332921
>3 hours later.

>You’re Anon.
>And you’re finally feeling a bit better.
>While physically, you still felt like you’d been hit by a train...it felt more like you’d been run over by nine cars instead of ten.
>Your mind is nowhere near as addled as it was before.
>You no longer felt the need to fantasize anymore.
>Plus the nurses had come by with a sponge to let you wet your mouth a bit.
>...you will never take a moist mouth for granted again.
>Twilight had apparently been here before.
>She’d left to go do...princessy things.
>Or...that’s what it felt like.
>You vaguely remember her being here.
>The way her face looked at the time kinda scared you.
>She’d seemed angry.
>...or at least, you believe she was angry.
>Your perception hadn’t been so great a few hours ago.
>As you sat, staring at the curtain, you saw pairs of hooves walking too and fro.
>Watching them made you want to be busy.
>You also kind of wish you had some more clothes.
>They’d ripped your sweater and shirt while getting you hooked up to the beeping and booping machines placed around the room.
>Your jacket had survived, but was sitting on a chair just out of reach.
>Not to mention the fact that it was covered in mud.
>Ah well.
>Technically speaking this is your own fault.
>You can deal with the cold and pain for a while.
>As you layed in bed, you heard a jingle as the curtains opened.
>And in walked Twiggles.
>She sauntered over to the corner of your little room and pushed a chair up to your bed.
>Hopping onto it she looked towards you.
“Hi Twigh.”
>Damn...you sound weird when you try not to use your tongue.
>The princess took a deep breath.
>“Hello Anonymous.”
>Her voice was soft
>”How are you feeling?”
>...
>Well you could tell her everything hurts...but you’ll never hear the end of it once you were out of here.
>’Side’s you don’t wanna worry her.
“I’m fineh.”

>>30332930
>You’re Twilight Sparkle.
>And Anonymous is a horrible liar.
>As you looked at him laying up against the elevated bed, you knew he was in pain.
>The sickly purple splotches on his far shoulder were evidence of that enough.
>The labored breathing only served to solidify your theory.
“Anon. Come on. Just tell me what hurts.”
>He seemed to stare at you for a while.
>”My houlders ache.”
>Smiling a bit you nodded
>The side you’d half drop, half rolled him onto was probably the worst for ware.
>There really wasn’t much you could do for that though, what with the bruising.
>Instead you reached out a hoof and began massaging the shoulder joint closest to you.
>As you rubbed it, the image of the way it had twisted and shook seemed to creep into your mind.
>Gritting your teeth, you pushed the image out of your head and focused on the task.
>Pushing a bit harder you felt...some kind of nodule.
>Giving it an experimental proad you heard Anon groan
“Oh no! I-”
>”Harger! Theeh…”
>Letting out the breath you’d sucked in, you beared down a bit more.
>A few minutes passed in silence, with you working on Anon’s shoulder and him giving you the occasional appreciative pat on the hoof.
>After a while, you felt him grab you.
>”You can sop…”
>Unsure of whether he was doing this for his comfort or yours, you pulled your hoof away.
>If you asked, you know he’d just tell another lie.
>”Twi?”
“Hm?”
>”I’m sorehh”
>You reached out your hoof again, and ran it through his hair.
>”It’s okay Anon. Just focus on getting better for now.”
>”Okeh,”

>>30332938

So I know this isn't a long update.

But I have a question: I have a bunch of world building I'd like to do:

for example other obscure magic like green light.

Where Anon learned his magic (I was going to put this in regardless) etc.

But I'm also really interested in bouncing characters off of one another.

So the question is: Which one would you find more entertaining?

I intend to do both, of course, but I want to know which readers would prefer to see first.

(Note this update has a bit of the 'bouncing character off each other.' Not as much as I'd like, but there is some.)

>safety bump

>>30333010
I like the character idea more, but the magic would probably fit the thread more.

>>30333010
A (You) for you.
>>30332722
And a (You) for you, too.

>bumpo

>>30333010
Tell your story however you think it is best suited to be told.

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I want to be raped by a unicorn while they hold me down, the only resistance I could other being light whimpers

>>30338130
>wanting to abuse fluffies
>not actual, fully aware ponies

>>30325284
>Why?
>Why what?
>"You found a way to use magic..."
>Twilight's tearing up was getting worse.
>"A-and you... you use it for this?"
>...
>Oh.
>That's what she meant.
>"W-weapons?"
"I told you already. I don't want to see any of you hurt."
>"So you hurt them instead?"
"You say that like I attacked first."
>"Them attacking first has nothing to do with this!"
"It has everything to do with this."
>"Anon, I... Not once, outside the changeling attacks and Tirek, did I need magic as offensive as this!"
>You have to pinch your nose's bridge for this.
"So what do you suggest I do?"
>"Well, I..."
>She stutters for a moment, before sniffling again and responding:
>"Y-you're doing this to stop Incognito, I know. But there's better ways! You could stop his followers! Show them the evil things he does! That would--"
"Never work."
>"What do you mean, it would never work?"
"You weren't there. You didn't hear what his minions said. You didn't hear what he said.
"The people who follow him? They don't look to him like the minotaur chancellor's citizens do.
"No, they look to him just like most ponies do to Celestia. A god figure who is always just in what he does.
"And he knows it, too. Hell, he probably made that image on purpose."
>"B-but--"
"I asked a bit about the Canterlot attack. There were fatalities on both sides. Fatalities! I thought Equestria was too peaceful for that!
"And some of the folks captured in the attack? When they were drawn up for interrogation, they chose to kill themselves rather than talk."

>>30339534
>You're still not sure whether or not to thank or curse Razor Wind for that particular conversation.
>It looked like he wanted it off his chest, so you of course listened like a good friend would.
>You didn't know about the suicides, though.
>Even though in hindsight, it should have been obvious.
>Fluttershy's chariot driver from that Discord fiasco offed himself as well.
>The whole thing hit you pretty hard. You didn't realize just how devoted they were to him until you heard that.
>Fucking cocksucker.
>But the information looked to be hitting Twilight even harder.
>Like, that whole scenario was just completely outside of her scope.
>Luna decides to contribute to this talk, as well:
>"It is true. I have not seen devotion like that in millenia."
>You just sit there for a moment, looking at Twilight's distraught expression, before starting again:
"Look, I know that you've fought your share of villians. But this guy isn't like anything you've fought with before.
"I know his type. Promises all kinds of virtuous shit, just to grab at power himself.
"And evidently, he's of the any-means-necessary persuasion, too."
>She shakes herself out of that stupor for a response:
>"H-he can't just do whatever he pleases to get what he wants!"
"Can't he? You heard what the doc said when I was in the hospital after the attack.
"He was binding souls and carving up runes. And when he fought, he used those dark magic attacks like they were going out of style.
"But not before first sword-fighting with them. He wanted a fight, and badly."

>>30338888
Quads of truth

Mutagen is a really nice artist tho

>>30339538
>"He's right, princess."
>Twilight turns her head to Razor.
>"I was there, and I have to tell you. I've fought a lot in my time, and I've never seen any... THING with that kind of desire for violence before.
>"Honestly, the only thing keeping him from killing everypony there, was whatever he planned for them later down the line."
>He shakes his head.
>"His followers? They know. They didn't even flinch when the fight happened, they just kept looting the vault. They know what he's all about."
>You can't help but really feel for Twilight here.
>She looks like someone just stabbed her.
>The quiet sobs weren't helping, either.
>Luna decides to speak up:
>"I fear that Anonymous has the right idea here, Twilight. This foe is destructive in ways unfathomable to us.
>"There may be no way for this to end in anything but bloodshed."
>Twilight couldn't take anymore.
>She ran out of the room, crying the whole time.
>...
>That's rough. Really rough.
>"I... I am sorry, Anon, but I should see to her as soon as I can."
>A sigh escapes you.
"Yeah. That's probably a good idea."
>You put away your magic stuff, which Luna promptly floats back away.
>"Please forgive me, I know we--"
"It's fine, really. Go on ahead."
>It wasn't fine at all.
>But she needed her more than you did.
>A solemn nod from her is what you get before she leaves.
>Leaving you alone with Razor Wind again.
>"Anon? I know this isn't the best time, but I've gotta know."
"What is it?"
>"That Incognito knows a lot about hurting and killing. And it sounds like you do, too. How... how common is it back home for you?"

>>30339548
>The tone he used wasn't accusatory. It was more sympathetic, and genuinely curious.
>Well.
>If anyone's gonna react to the seedier parts of human nature, might as well be the experienced soldier.
"More than I care to admit. How much do you want to know?"
>You hear him move up next to your bed.
>"Everything, if possible. But start with the wars."
"All right. But first, what's the worst war you guys have had?"
>"Can't really tell you. The worst ones were all thousands of years ago. Worst we get now, is skirmishes at the borders."
"So probably a few thousand fatalities way back when?"
>"Probably. But I'm guessing you guys had it worse?"
"Way worse."
>You start off with some old wars; Alexander the Great's accolades, the Mongolians, the crusades, stuff like that.
>Sieging an island by bridging it was impressive to him. The Mongols spreading the plague on purpose? Not so much.
>And then of course, you get to the first world war, and the kill count of eighteen million.
>And then the second one, with seventy-five million deaths.
>The other wars got some honourable mentions, but you just don't remember the fatalities for them.
>By the time you're done, Razor is completely floored.
>"Ho... How?"
"How what?"
>"How did any of you even survive? Why wasn't there any more huge wars?"
"At the end of the second war, those nukes I mentioned?"
>"Y-yeah?"
"Everyone made their own version after that. And that's the only reason there aren't any huge wars anymore."
>"You'd all destroy each other if you tried."
"Exactly."
>"Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>"I need a drink."
"Bring me one, too."
>...

>>30339552
>THUNK
>The couple's bodies drop to the ground, eyes glassy and unfocused.
>That tends to happen when you drain them of almost all their love.
>Damn nobles.
>Of all the ponies that caused the world problems, they were probably some of the worst offenders.
>You really should have killed them.
>But you don't want too many questions asked right now.
>You float them both underneath a discarded blanket in this alleyway.
>And up comes their small concealed saddlebags.
>At least the mare of the two carried identification.
>Using some magic, you change the details and picture to that of your chosen disguise: Slow Descent.
>They chose a bad time to leave Canterlot through the mountain path.
>But it works for you.
>Now you had a way to sneak into the city.
>Forged identity in hoof, you hoist the other item you stole onto you: some cloud-patterned saddlebags.
>Inside them was cloth tarps haphazardly stitched to telescoping metal rods.
>All to lend more credibility to the disguise.
>Once the identification was secure in the bags, you finally assume the disguise.
>This disguise had some extra magic of your own applied, however: it actively deceives their changeling detection spells.
>Far less taxing than constant invisibility.
>Even though it feels like you could maintain it.
>Your constant hunger for love had gotten worse, ever since draining that gryphon captive.
>Before you jumped off the train bound for Canterlot, you had to hide in the bathroom to actively drain it from the passengers.
>But at least it left you brimming with power.

>>30339560
>Is this what your qu-- Chrysalis felt?
>This kind of overwhelming magical might?
>She fed off a very smitten prince, of course, so she had more available to her.
>But even with this haphazard collection of love you had taken in, it felt like you could do almost anything!
>You might need to consume more once you're in the city.
>If you were discovered, and it came to blows with a princess, you would need all the magical advantages you could get.
>That, and Chrysalis would be a hassle to take back with you.
>But what worried you more was the circumstances of her defeat.
>Nopony in Ponyville knew what had happened, but some did see her carried out of the town.
>She had to be carried out on a gurney, and her chitin had cracked. Some even said with blood oozing out.
>You might not know much about the Elements, but you do know that they'd never resort to that kind of force.
>Not even when on the cusp of defeat.
>Which means something other than the Elements did that to her.
>And while getting through her lings, too!
>The lings were too delirious to tell you anything other than droning on about thinking you were Chrysalis.
>The gryphon knew nothing about whatever had beaten her, either.
>He returned from a bathroom break, of all things, to find a huge pile of gryphons and lings suffering from mana burn.
>And that was before the guards descended, too.
>So what, then?
>What could have done that to a squad, and went on to hurt Chrysalis like that?
>And why did they ally with the ponies, of all things?!

>>30339566
>No matter how you slice it, none of this makes sense.
>Ponies hate anything that violent.
>And yet, whatever did that was clearly helping them!
>...
>Thinking this over wasn't getting you anywhere.
>The only way you'd get any answers was by asking her yourself.
>And oh, did you have things to ask her.
>Like why she betrayed Incognito like this.
>Aaagh, you wanted to hurt her!
>You wanted to hurt her a lot!
>But Incognito needs her alive.
>And you wouldn't dream of going against his wishes.
>Oh look, there's the guards.
>"Halt!"
>You fight the urge to roll your eyes.
>They rifle through your bags and scan you with that familiar spell.
>They're satisfied with what they find, to nopony's surprise.
>After apologizing to you for the inconvenience, you're let in.
>Ah, Canterlot city.
>To a normal eye, it seems like a wonderful and idyllic pinnacle of pony civilization.
>But to you, who can sense emotions?
>It feels as rotten as some of the more seedy cities throughout Equestria.
>It really is like Incognito said.
>They dress themselves in the high life to cover the rot underneath.
>At least the seedy cities are honest about their conditions.
>Well, if nothing else, it would provide you an easy source of love to feed off of.
>And if a conflict with the princesses was in the cards, you were going to need it.
>It would help pass the time until night fell, in any case.
>You trot through the shining streets of the city, noting any inns and nightclubs.
>Just like you were taught by the other love collectors.
>...

>>30339575
>Twenty-seven.
>You just drained twenty-seven ponies before night fell.
>What the hay.
>Your personal best was four before needing to stop.
>Something is definitely wrong with you.
>And despite all of this strangeness, this somehow still comforts you!
>You mean, yeah, you knocked down almost thirty ponies at once, great!
>But on the other hoof, you just drained almost thirty ponies!
>That's not normal!
>That's not normal at all!
>So why does it feel so normal?!
>...
>Oh, to Tartarus with it.
>At least you were finally satisfied.
>And you've got plenty of energy to survive any conflicts in the castle, at any rate.
>Speaking of which, that's your current destination now.
>The gate to the castle is right in front of you, complete with a quartet of guards.
>They scan you and usher you through, without suspecting a thing.
>That's another nice benefit to love drain, too.
>Ponies can't detect it like most other forms of magic saturation.
>Heh.
>There's something funny about them letting in somepony with enough power to challenge an alicorn, without them even noticing it.
>All right.
>Now that you're in, time to find the prison.
>A few laps around the castle later, and you're on the right track.
>Flanked by more guards is the gated entranceway to the prison.
>Except the gate happens to be open.
>Idiots.
>Up comes your invisibility, and you slip past them without any incident.
>The few locked gates in your way are picked easily enough with your magic.
>And finally, you reach the main floor full of gated cells.

>>30339580
>The cells are full of various kinds of criminal elements.
>Mostly thieves, but a few murderers are here, too.
>But all of them are ponies.
>This wasn't going to help.
>Scouring the other floors turned out to be a waste of time.
>Still only ponies in here.
>Looks like this cell block is a bust.
>So, off to another block you go.
>...
>Huh.
>The second block is way more guarded than the other one.
>Good thing you're still invisible.
>You worm your way into the cell block, and...
>...
>Oh.
>Yeah.
>You've found the traitors, all right.
>More starved changelings were packed into cells, as many as six in one.
>The few gryphons that were here, all got their own cells.
>Not many gryphons left with Chrysalis, it seems.
>At least they were a lot more loyal to Incognito than your fellow lings.
>...
>Okay, maybe that's not fair.
>They were loyal, all right.
>Just to Chrysalis.
>Not Incognito.
>Gah, this line of thought was getting you nowhere!
>You need to find Chrysali--
>"Shh, don't talk. It's all right..."
>That voice.
>It wasn't hers.
>"Y-you're gonna be fine, brother. J-just fine..."
>But it did belong to someling close to her.
>It was coming from the floor above you.
>"Sh-she'll come though for us. Y-you'll see..."
>Ascending the stairs, you see the ling of the hour, in a large medical cell.
>Hollowfang.
>Of course he would be here with her.
>And he was--
>Hooooooly mackerel, is that...?!
>Venomfang?!
>But... what happened to him?
>He looked like he was on death's door!
>Tubes were stuck into his body, and his breathing was shallow.

>>30339585
>Hollowfang held a love crystal in his hooves.
>But he was giving it to him, instead of keeping it for himself!
>Getting closer to the cell, you could see the extent of the damage even more.
>There was clear lightning damage, likely from a pegasus.
>But you don't know any pegasus who could coax that much lightning from a stormcloud like that!
>And Venomfang wasn't the type to sit still and take a strike like that, either!
>Just...
>It was hard to believe how severe the damage was!
>But that doesn't explain the other kinds of damage.
>His eyes were barely focused, and there was a lot of bandaging around his mouth, of all things.
>Biting was one of his stronger attacks.
>Clearly, he bit something he shouldn't have.
>But what?
>These two never leave Chrysalis's side!
>So they must have seen whatever beat her, right?
>If Venomfang's injuries were anything to go by, it seems like they were part of the fight, too!
>Her chitin was cracked through force, and her guard was dying from lightning damage and something else.
>What in the world could have done all of that?
>You needed to find out.
>And you knew that Hollowfang was a total coward.
>Getting him to talk would be easy enough.
>Your magic lit up again, and the door swung open underneath a silence spell.
>He didn't even notice the door open.
>Once the door shut, you moved out of the sight range of the door, into a corner.
>Your silence spell expanded to the whole room, and your invisibility dropped, revealing your true form.
>Still, he was focused on Venomfang.
>Not for long.

>>30339591
"Hello, Hollowfang."
>You always liked it when he jumped like that.
>"Wh-what? Who's there?!"
>His gaze settles on you.
>Familiarity and confusion light up his expression.
>"Yo-you? What are you doing here?"
"Looking for information."
>"Are... are you here to save our queen?"
"If by save, you mean bring to my Lord to answer for all she's done?"
>"Yo-- Ohh no, no! You can't be serious!"
"Very."
>"But why? She's your queen! Why would you turn your back on her like this?"
"And why would she turn her back on him, hmm? After all he did for us?"
>"He was always a means to an end, you know that!"
"No, I didn't. Even if I did, I wouldn't have accepted that."
>"What? How could you have NOT known about that?!"
"Chrysalis isn't fond of telling her drones about her plans."
>Okay, what's with the confused look on his face?
>"D-drone? But you're no drone."
>You're... wait, what?
>"Wait, are you...?"
>Whatever confusion he had was now replaced with more fear than you thought possible.
>"No. No, that's not possible. She... she removed the memory! You shouldn't be doing this!"
>Removed the memory?
>What was he going on about?
>"O-oh, sweet goddess, and you've already absorbed all the... Oh no, no no!"
>Your mission might still have been retrieving Chrysalis.
>But whatever he was rambling about now had your attention.
"Removed what memory, Hollowfang?"
>"I... No. No, I can't tell you! It'll only make things worse!"
"Oh, I don't think so. You don't just mention removing memories without me asking about it!"

>>30339595
>You approach the cowering ling slowly.
"Now, you're going to tell me about this memory business."
>"Please, I can't say anything!"
"No, you just don't want to say anything."
>"I'm serious!"
"And so am I."
>Damn it, even as scared as he is now, he still isn't talking.
>He's usually never that resilient.
>...
>But maybe he'll answer for another.
>You walk over to Venomfang's bed, resting a hoof on his neck.
>"H-hey, stop! What are you--"
"Tell me what I want to know, or I'll hurt your precious brother."
>Immediately, he shoots to his knees, tears flowing freely.
>"NO! He's hanging on by a thread! You'll kill him!"
"That's the idea."
>"Please! Please, I can't say anything! He needs me!"
"Not for long, he won't."
>You begin applying pressure to his neck.
>The reaction is immediate.
>"THE VAULT! THE QUEEN IS IN THE VAULT, UNDER HEAVY GUARD!"
>That's the loudest and most desperate you've ever heard him.
"Good start. Now tell me about the memory thing."
>"I can't! The queen put a spell on me! If I say anything about it, I'll die before I finish!"
>She did?
>Of course she did.
"A geas, then? That's too bad."
>No point in threatening Venomfang anymore, then.
>Off comes the hoof, to the sibling's immense relief.
>First she takes your name, then she geases her own consorts to keep the information from leaking?
>What was she hiding?
>"Thank you! Oh goddess above, thank you so much!"
"Don't thank me just yet."
>And the fear comes right back.
"If you don't want me to kill him, you'll tell me who defeated her, too."

>>30339601
>A more solemn expression colours his face.
>"She defeated the Elements. Everything was set for her return to power.
>"But then, a... A..."
>Oh for the love of--
>You don't have time for this!
>You have a mission to accomplish!
"A what?"
>Your tone was enough to speed his conversation along.
>"A-A human! Another human defeated her!"
>...
>What.
"What?"
>"A-another human forced his way into the castle, just as she won!
>"He was armed with strange magical sticks! And the queen was exhausted!
>"The human was more cunning than she thought, and beat her easily!
>"We... We tried to intervene, and Venomfang managed to hurt him, but..."
>No.
>Bucking.
>Way.
>A human did that?
>But what human?
>There's only two humans you know about, and the other one is definitely not the fighting type, let alone has access to 'magical sticks'!
>Well, that answers why Venomfang is so weak.
>The bucking idiot bit an ironblood.
>He's lucky to still be alive.
"And just what was the name of this human?"
>"A-Anonymous!"
"Liar."
>"I'm not lying! That's what the queen called him!"
>He's not lying, you can tell.
>But that doesn't make any sense.
>Anonymous is a coward. Incognito even told you so himself.
>How did he manage to beat Chrysalis like that?
>"He... he almost killed the queen! He would have killed me, too!
>"But he... he spared us both!"
>Okay, you need more information.
"Where is Anonymous now?"
>"I-I don't know!"
>Damn it.
>You turn to leave.
"We're done here."
>You still don't believe him, about Anonymous.
>But maybe Chrysalis could give you a better answer.

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>>30339605
A nice 'little' update, for a nice 'little' crowd.
Not much in the way of commentary on this one, really.

Look, son, it's that site that random code monkeys put text on!
https://pastebin.com/kQCRMUTs

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>>30339621
Getting into the good bits

>>30339621
Warp when?

I want to read some Comedy magic.

I mean... We DO have magic trick.

>>30339929
Hopefully tomorrow anon.

I just have to set up the villain and we'll be back to magic tricks again.

>morning bump

>i just shaved my dick!
i just shaved my dick!
>i just shaved my dick!
i just shaved my dick!
>i just shaved my dick!

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>>30342042
Now start putting runes on it.

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>>30342083
NO MORE PEE PEE RUNES

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>>30342092
>>30342083
>>30342042

>>30311098

>>30342083
>>30342092
>>30343400
>Rune shit
It stupid. Try comedy magic trick.

ten

Fix the thread now please

>when you fucked up your last update and you've now written yourself into a wall

wow this shit is harder than I thought.

I'll pull through for you guys though.

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>>30346453
>when you try to write and you realize all the things you did horribly wrong but it's too late to go back and fix them

>>30311098
I remembered masterbating to this tattoo covered twilight years ago but with another picture. It was with her back towards the screen looking back all sexy and shit covered in the same tattoos.Does anyone have that art?

>eighto

Prompt Time!:

Dragon Age Edition

>Anon arrives in Equestria.
>Spends time their, constantly (insert edge slider) by magic.
>He snaps and leaves somehow, ending up in GRIFFINDOR.
>He gathers an army of resentful griffins and harnesses a method of anulling magic.
>Conquers Equestria.
>Has a hatred of magic and villifies it.
>Thinks he's liberating those without it under Equestrian control.
>Heavily regulate magic because he deems genocide right out.
>He may hate their guts, but the Geneva convention applies to everyone because fuck you.
>Many Wizards growith resentful, but many also grow much self hatred for themselves.
>Insert end of story or set up for Mage Rebellion with anon as a Villan PoV.

Page ten is not nice

So how long do we think HK's Twilight is going to be unaccepting and dumb? I'm going to guess either until the next attack or Anon will be able to change her before it.

>>30350250
You're forgetting that pones have had almost no violence for decades now. For her, this is like your next door neighbor suddenly showing you his nuclear warhead he keeps in his backyard.

>>30350302
I'm sure I'd just ask him to sell/borrow me one of them. But it may be just me.

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Celly must deliver reformative spankings if she want's Anon's ventures into the dark arts to ever stop

>9

>>30339605
"So, where are we going, again?"
>"The range, Anon!"
"Wait, the range?"
>"Damn right."
"As in, shooting range?"
>"What else would 'range' mean?"
"Fair point."
>A day after the whole magic reveal to Twilight, you'd gotten better enough to actually walk around properly.
>To keep up appearances, you were snuck back out of the castle, only to come back in via the mountain path.
>Razor Wind never left your side the whole time.
>Real dedicated to the whole guard duty thing, isn't he?
>Helps that you two were pretty big pals at this point.
>Even after the whole story about Earth wars, he didn't really seem that bothered by it.
>He brought some drinks, you two got buzzed, you shot the shit, had a good time.
>And now here you were, being brought into the castle the 'right' way.
>And the first place he's taking you?
>The fucking shooting range.
>You'd be lying if you said that didn't get your ass hyped up.
>Even if it was just crossbows.
>...
>Huh, actually...
"So, what do you shoot over there?"
>"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you got anything but crossbows over there?"
>"Not really, why?"
"Just wondering."
>"What, you were hoping for one of those crazy human weapons?"
"Maybe a little bit."
>God, that hearty laugh of his was something you never thought you'd hear outside of Earth.
>"Sorry to disappoint you, Anon, but we don't have any alien weapons in stock today."
"Eh, worth a shot."
>"Maybe when we get down there, you can tell me a little about them."
"You sure? Pretty brutal stuff."

>>30351472
>"Pretty sure you hit the brutal limit with last night's stories."
"Buddy, I just gave you the overview."
>Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by a certain voice from behind:
>"A-Anon?"
>The two of you turned around to the source of the voice.
>You're met with--
>Hooooooly shit it's Sunburst!
>Head lightly bandaged, but otherwise fine!
>He made it through that shitstorm in one piece!
>Christ, you can't get this smile off your face.
>"ANON!"
>And there he goes into a run towards you.
>Is Razor the only horse here that isn't liberal with their hugging?
>...
>Wait shit he doesn't know about your arm
>No no no stay back there little buddy--
>thunk
>And there's Razor, interjecting for a moment.
>Right in front of Sunburst, hoof on his chest.
>"Slooooow down there, pal. He's not healed yet."
>And then he 180's into ear-drooping sadness.
>"H-healed? Oh no, he got hurt?!"
>"Let's stop for a second, shall we? Why don't you tell me who you are?"
>He just now seems to realize that Razor's a guard.
>And then begins to panic a little.
>Time to step in.
"Don't worry, he's a good friend of mine."
>"And not a bug?"
"If he was, I'd have told you a minute ago."
>"Fair enough."
>You took enough pressure off of Sunburst for him to compose himself:
>"I-I'm Sunburst, the uh, crystaller of princess Flurry Heart."
>"Cool. Name's-- Wait wait holy shit, you're the new princess's foalsitter?"
>"W-well, it's not really the same thing--"
>"Geez, Anon makes friends with princesses by proxy now?"
"Apparently."