Dazzling Thread #244

the 3 dazzlings are perfect

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>>30312433
I claim this thread in the name of my lady.

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I like the fish pussy.

>You will never have a big love cuddle on futon.

>>30312433
There goes my no fap June.
So what's new in thes thread and how does it survive all the scruffening?

>>30312546
>>30312667
Fuck yeah boy, that's some quality kyutie.

>>30312467
>You will never use Adagio's poof as a pillow.

>>30312724
Sonata needs to stop smoking whatever she's smoking.

>>30312463

>those shoulders

I don't think that's a lady anon...

>>30312767
Nanomachines son?

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>>30312677
th-TATHNAK

just getting the hand back into the swing of things. have this little ari

>>30312767
Trapadgio is back baby

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I should be sleeping instead of writing.

>You had a favorite place back when you were a kid.
>It was this old bowstring bridge, well, more of a skeleton of a one anyway.
>Old and dilapidated, it was a small wonder it didn’t collapse whenever you climbed it.
>The again, you weren’t such a hulking brute back then.
>In any event, that rusty old bridge was surrounded by a mesh fence, so it wasn’t easy to get there.
>You had to use a hole in the fence that had been made by some small animal.
>Beyond that, you had two stone pillars holding up the metallic frame of a once proud bridge.
>It had been overrun by vegetation, and during summers, it shone bright green in the midday sun.
>When the sun began its slow descend on the sky, it reflected back that golden, orange glow.
>You would often climb up to the top of the bridge just to get a good view over the Verdigris River.
>Just you and your thoughts. Sometimes your harmonica as well.
>A lonely song to echo in the forest.
>Well, more often than not you tried to come up with a happy little tune.
>But alas to no avail.
>You were a lonely kid back then.
>At least you think you were.
>If you were completely honest, much of your past was hazy at best.
>Maybe you hadn’t escaped the car crash completely unscathed.
>Something in your brain might have taken a hit, as you could hardly remember mundane things.
>But a few special moments and places, like that old bridge, stayed with you.
>Even now, you could recall that rusting smell.
>The tears in your jeans as they got caught in the nails.
>The sound of the muddy river coursing down below.
>A place, just for you.
>Away from sometimes annoying Kozmic, your aloof mother or your surly father.
>Therefore, it was a little bit annoying when, one day, you saw another kid there.
>Just standing and staring at the imposing steel skeleton of the bridge.
>For a moment you eyed him up and down before just pushing past him.

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>>30313359

>You began climbing, throwing an annoyed look at the poofy-haired kid.
“Get lost, dude. This is my bridge.”
>Yeah, you were kind of a jerk back then.
>You got it from your old man, though.
>You both were the biggest jerks in the town.
>No wonder you grew up so crooked.
>”R-really? You own this place?”
>You roll your eyes at the kid’s honest surprise. To your ears he sounded like a positive dork.
“No, idiot. But I claimed it. Therefore it’s mine.”
>With an agile hop-skip-and-jump you made it on top of the upper railing, turning on your heels.
>From there, up high, you lorded over the sight of the shorter boy.
“And I rule that you can’t climb here. So scram!”
>The kid heaved a defeated sigh, picking up the school bag he had dropped to the ground.
>It looked like his hopes were crushed, utterly.
>”Aww, man. And here I hoped I’d get to hear you play again.”
>That made you pause.
>Eyes nearly bulging from your head, you stared at the boy.
“P-play? Like, music?”
>It was horrible. You could feel your cheeks getting redder.
“I don’t play music! Nobody here plays any music!”
>”Really? But this place is near my home, and I thought I heard someone playing harmonica here once or twice…”
“Nobody’s playing anything, especially harmonicas! Harmonicas suck! You suck! You suck because you think someone plays sucky harmonicas here, yeah!”
>As you spoke, you could feel the harmonica you had with you burning a hole in your chest pocket.
>The boy, on the other hand, looked utterly confused.
>And a slightly bit insulted.
>”Hey, you don’t have to call me names! I just… I just thought I heard it, alright? Get off my back!”
“Well you didn’t! So get lost, now!”
>You kicked the railing to emphasize your point, nearly falling over into the river.
>That just made you feel twice as embarrassed.
>”Okay, fine, no need to yell. I’ll leave.”
>The boy sulked, put his hands in his pocket and stomped away.

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>>30313364

>Looks like your rudeness had won the day again.
>A victory to be celebrated.
>... At least after checking the boy was outside the hearing range.
>You couldn’t have him catch you in the act after you had so vehemently denied being the one responsible for the songs echoing from this place.
>You climbed at the very top of the bowstring bridge to stalk the kid.
>After you saw him emerge from the other side of the forest and cross the quiet street, you sighed in relief.
>Your kingdom was yours once more.
>You swung your bag from your back and opened it, pulling out the leftovers of your lunch.
>Your mom wasn’t the best of cooks, but at least she tried.
>In fact, you always saved one half of the sandwich just to eat it here while enjoying the scenery.
>So, while you munched on the food, you thought about school.
>How you had once again gotten into an argument with Kozmic.
>She had the balls to claim that Steppenwolf was better than Deep Purple.
>Well, she was a girl so obviously she didn’t have actual balls.
>She had… something else dangling.
>Or she should have.
>Kozmic had always been as flat as Bonneville Speedway.
>Still!
>She should have known better. Nothing beat Deep Purple. Nothing.
>Even to this day, your opinion hasn’t changed.
>Thinking such mundane things, you finished up your half-of-a-meal and took out your harmonica.
>After getting some practice out of the way, you began to play in earnest.
>You fumble some familiar melodies until you settle for something you know by the heart.
>Ah, yes, Blues Traveler.
>Another childhood favorite of yours.
>You would have continued longer, possibly till the sun set, but at that exact moment the bushes nearby started shaking violently.
>To your utter horror, a head of a widely-grinning girl popped out, her cyan eyes staring straight at you.
>”I knew it!”

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>>30313367

>After yelling that triumphantly she jumped out of the bush and sprinted into the forest.
>You could only stare in utter shock as she ran to the street and caught up to the boy that had been eyeing up the bridge before.
>After some wild flailing of arms and enthusiastic words being shared between them, the two of them headed straight back.
>Back to the bridge.
>Where you were trapped like a deer in the headlights.
>Or in this case, a damn cuckoo caught in the wrong nest.
>When they got back, the boy immediately pointed his finger at you and smiled from ear to ear.
>”A-ha! I knew it! ‘Nobody plays harmonica here’, my butt! You were the mystery musician after all!”
>You felt like no-clipping through solid steel and straight into the murky waters below.
“Y-you got the wrong guy.”
>”Did we now?”
>The magnitude of smugness on that girl’s face could have been used to propel a rocket straight to the moon and back.
>”And here I thought I heard the first few licks of Hook.”
“You didn’t.”
>”Didn’t I?”
“No, you didn’t.”
>Even the boy decided to chime in.
>”She totally did!”
“Nuh-uh.”
>”Yeah-uh.”
“Nuh-uh.”
>”Oh gosh, you are such a kid. I know what I heard.”
>The girl rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. This didn’t help your slowly-sinking self-esteem.
>You were just waiting for the laughter and the ridicule to begin.
>After all, you were some random kid in the woods, playing a harmonica like you were a regular railroad track drifter.
>Thus, it was a rather big surprise when the two of them began climbing the framework of the bridge with big smiles on their faces.
>”Like, it’s been awhile since I heard someone play that good! Really.”
“W-what?”
>The boy next to the girl nodded.
>”Totally. Can you play some more? This is the first time we found someone else in this town our age who knows about music.”

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>>30313370

>And to you, that was the first time someone else other than your mother had praised you for your hobby.
>Your deadbeat of a dad couldn’t have cared less.
>You don’t know if it was possible, but there was a good chance that your cheeks got even redder when you heard those words.
>That was the beginning of it.
>Before you knew it, you were flanked from both sides by the two, urged to start playing your harmonica again.
>From somewhere you gathered whatever courage you had left, and brought the harmonica to your lips.
>And then, you started playing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-yLH5wcEoQ
>A wailing of a harmonica, building up a cheerful melody.
>One that continued for that whole summer.
>The summer that started everything.
>Single harmonica, three kids and a bridge-ready-to-collapse. That was pretty much it.
>At least until the girl in the orange dress started singing.
>”Ooh, once upon a midnight dreary, I woke with something in my head.”
>The boy next to you started tapping a beat with his hands, palms hitting his knees.
>”I couldn’t escape the memory of a phone call and of what you said.”
>It was out of nowhere, but somehow, the three of you were creating music.
>Absurd, considering you had only one proper instrument.
>”Like a game show contestant with a parting gift I could not believe my eyes.”
>But even that was about to change.
>When the leaves in the trees acquired a deep shade of green, the girl had found a tambourine for herself.
>And the boy? He bought a damn roll-up keyboard for 30 bucks from Ebay.
>It sounded like crap, but it was better than knee-drums.
>”When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend who needs to humor me and tell me lies.”
>And in the middle of that blossoming music, you remember something else.
>The face of that always energetic girl grinning at you.
>Close. So very close.
>With that damn infectious happiness of her.
>”Yeah, humor me and tell me lies!”

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>>30313376

>Before you knew it, it was July.
>The old bridge echoed from the sounds of amateurs butchering the classic of John Popper.
>It managed to lure in another victim.
>Some boy who had just moved to the town with his overbearing dad, and who needed some relaxation.
>Good thing he happened to own an acoustic guitar.
>”And I’ll lie too and say I don’t mind, and as we seek so shall we find.”
>The boy said his name was Crystal Ship.
>He was welcomed to your small group mostly because he was most talented out of you lot.
>With his guitar going from G to D, things got much more lively.
>”And when you’re feeling open I’ll still be here, but not without a certain degree of fear.”
>In the heat of the summer your merry little band continued playing in your secret hideout.
>Just for the hell of it.
>Just because you had nothing better to do.
>Just because that girl elbowed you in the ribs, playfully, and winked at you.
>”Of what will be with you and me, I still can see things hopefully!”
>Despite the danger she jumped and began dancing.
>Her voice rose up high, her hands hammering the skin of that tambourine.
>Spinning around, she looked like she was about to take off the skies.
>And caught up in her energy, you three idiots played even harder.
>”But you! Why you wanna give me a run-around? Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up, when all it does is slow me down?”
>By the beginning August your group had another addition.
>Gone was the murky water from below.
>It had become clear again.
>And with it came Kozmic Blues.
>”And shake me and my confidence about a great many things.”
>It took some convincing but you eventually managed to drag your childhood friend to your little get-togethers.
>Her father gave her his old bongo drums which looked like they barely held together.
>Their sound didn’t match the song at all.

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>>30313380

>”But I’ve been there I can see it cower like a nervous magician waiting in the wings.”
>But you made it work.
>You had to make it work.
>After all, you were kids! It’s not like any of you had money.
>”Of a bad play where the heroes are right and nobody thinks or expects too much.”
>When you got too tired to play, you went down to the shore of the river and took a drip.
>Three boys chasing screaming girls downstream.
>Five idiots swimming where it probably wasn’t even safe to swim.
>”And Hollywood’s calling for the movie rights singing ‘Hey Babe, let’s keep in touch’!”
>And one owner of a pair of cyan eyes pulling your swimming trunks down as a prank.
>”Hey baby, let’s keep in touch!”
>Like a clockwork you lot would climb that bridge every afternoon.
>You would play, you would sing, you would dance.
>It really was the time of your life.
>”But I want to more than a touch I want you to reach m,e and show me all the things no one else can see.”
>You had never experienced what it was like to have a group of friends.
>Especially ones that were the same age as you.
>Ones that enjoyed the same things as you.
>”So what you feel becomes mine as well and soon if we’re lucky we’d be unable to tell.”
>Even your mother noticed it. She told you she had never seen you smile so much.
>Even you yourself noticed you were laughing like an idiot all of a sudden.
>It had to be the company.
>”What’s yours and mine, the fishing’s fine, and it doesn’t have to rhyme so don’t you feed me a line!”
>The simple freedom of joining your melodies together create actual, honest-to-God music.
>Warmth of the Kansas summer pampering you.
>You barely remember a day when it rained.
>And even during those days you’d just take a shelter under one of the stone pillars and play there.

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>>30313383

>”But you! Why you wanna give me a run-around? Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up, when all it does is slow me down?”
>With one girl in particular glued to your side in her wet T-shirt.
>And three pairs of smug eyes staring at you two like they knew something you didn’t.
>Looking back at it, they totally did.
>”Tra la la la la bombardier, this is the pilot speaking and, I’ve got some news for you!”
>You were completely oblivious to the signs.
>At the end of the August things had gotten so bad she was practically straddling you, sitting on your shoulders.
>”It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop and there ain’t a whole lot that you can do!”
>She was persistent, you gave her that.
>It was one fine evening when, in the middle of your jam session, she practically dragged you up and yanked the harmonica out of your hands.
>Giggling all the way, she pointed you straight between your eyes.
>Before you knew it, your untrained voice echoed above the river.
“Oh sure the banner may be torn and the wind’s gotten colder, perhaps I’ve grown a little cynical.”
>It was a new, exhilarating sensation.
>To sing. It was like you had found your new calling. You wanted more and more of it.
“But I know no matter what the waitress brings I shall drink it and always be full!”
>Swept away by the twisting tune you leaned closer to those cyan eyes.
>You were grinning just like her.
>It really was like an infection that spread everywhere around her.
“Yeah, I will drink it and always be full!”
>Now it was the two of you, dancing and spinning on top of the old bridge while it creaked under your carefree weight.
>Your friends around you poured their souls into their half-assed instruments.
>Well, you all may have had half-assed equipment.
>But your music came with all the force you had behind your souls.

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>>30313395

>”Oh I like coffee and I like tea. I’d like to be able to enter a final plea!”
>Then, to crown that summer of memories.
>Her hand suddenly caught yours.
>She pulled you closer, staring into your eyes with unwavering determination.
>”I still got his dream that you just can’t shake.”
>Even if you could feel how nervously sweaty her hands were.
>”I love you to the point you can no longer take!”
>It was perhaps the oddest confession you had ever received.
>Then again it was the only confession you had received at that point.
>Your shock was understandable.
>As was the fact you almost fell from the bridge after that bombshell.
“Well all right, okay, so be that way! I hope and pray that there’s something left to say!”
>She chuckled and helped you back up, locking her fingers with you.
>”For you, now. Why you wanna give me a run-around? Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up, when all it does is slow me down?”
>There really was no way you could ever forget that summer.
>The summer when everything began.
“Oh yeah, now. Why you wanna give me a run-around? Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up, when all it does is slow me down?”
>When you met her thanks to one boy, and gave her your equally confusing answer to her confession.
>When you started your band thanks to one boy.
>Indeed, there was one kid in whole of Independence, Kansas, whom you had to thank for being where you were now.
>All the ups and downs were possible because of him.
>It had been a long road… but you were ready to thank him.
>Purple Haze.
>The lonely kid whose only friend was the girl living next door.
>The one who heard you playing your harmonica, and decided to approach you after some coaxing from said girl.
>The idiot who said on the Fourth of July:
>”You know, if we ever start a band, we should call it Star Generation.”
>When you voiced your confusion, he just laughed.
>“Because we still need to earn our stripes.”

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>>30313402

>”So that’s it.”
>Adagio’s voice finally cuts the lasting silence that fell after you finished with your story.
>The images, memories of a summer gone by, fade away.
>They leave behind a forlorn hospital room and a quiet beeping of a medical machine.
>Mint-colored, faded curtains gently rock in the wind.
>Gilda’s grip on your shoulder has softened.
>”He was where it all began.”
“Yeah.”
>Your throat sounds sore.
>Probably from all the talking. Yes that must be it.
“In a sense he’s the starting point of it all. Without him I’d have never met my band, gotten in my head to become a rockstar...”
>With a sad smile, you gaze upon the face of your friend.
>Haze looks like he’s sleeping.
>But there are no dreams within that sleep.
>Just emptiness.
“... Gotten into an accident where I ruined the lives of my friends, spent a year in juvie…”
>You shift your gaze from him to Adagio.
>Her unreadable expression is as mysterious as ever.
>It almost makes you want to touch her face.
>Just a little.
“... Moved to Canterlot or met the people I call my friends now. So yeah, without him I wouldn’t be standing here today.”
>Once more, your visio drops to the floor.
“I just wish he didn’t have to sacrifice so much just so I could become a better man.”
>You hear Gilda draw breath next to you, like she’s about to say something.
>But before she can, she’s cut off by Adagio.
>Almost forcefully. Like the copperhead has something to prove.
>”He didn’t sacrifice anything, Anonymous. He didn’t do it because he owed something to you, or something idiotic like that.”
>Adagio walks up to the bed, folds her arms and stares at the gaunt form of Haze.
>”Do you think we’re friends because we want to get something out of it? No.”
>The tone of voice is like steel wrapped in silk.
>”We’re friends because we want to. That’s all. And I’m sure it was the same with him.”

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>>30313414

>You stare at Adagio’s back, her words harkening back to what you think you heard Kozmic say.
>It’s like an echo. Echo that brings an ache to your heart.
“You think?”
>”I know, Anonymous. I know probably better than anyone else. I mean, just look at me.”
>Her lips curve into a dry smile.
>”Instead of plotting my revenge, I’m giving a pep talk to you. If the me from two years could see me now, she wouldn’t believe her eyes. But that’s just the thing with our form of friendship, isn’t it?”
>She turns to face you, and for a moment it’s like everyone else from the room had disappeared.
>”We don’t want anything from each other. We’re not friends because we’re too weak stand up on our own and need a crutch to hold us upright. We’re friends because we want to. That’s all.”
>You feel your chest tighten.
>”Just like I’m sure Purple Haze was. He was your friend after all.”
>Those words resonate strongly within you.
>You get up from the chair.
>Before you is the person whom you owe everything to, more than anyone else.
>You can’t do anything to help him. It’s too late for that now.
>It’s just his shell under those sheets.
>The real Haze must be in a better place right now.
“... You’re right. As always, Adagio.”
>But just in case he can hear you.
“So, Haze? I know I that when I spoke with Crystal and Kozmic I had all these fancy words to say, so it might seem a little bit unfair that I have only two for you.”
>You gently squeeze Haze’s hand. It feels warm despite everything.
>In your mind, once more, momentarily, you return to those summer days.
>Innocent summer days.
>When none of you could imagine what the future might bring with it.
>So much joy and happiness, along with horrible suffering and sadness.
>But then again, that is what life's all about.

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>>30313418

>Making mistakes, learning from them, owning up to them and coming out stronger.
>You have no doubt that you’ll be making mistakes in the future.
>Who knows what sort of trouble you can get into when you’re friends with girls like these?
>Therefore, it is important that you acknowledge the mistakes made in the past.
>Speak the words that you always meant to say to Haze, but never could.
“Thank you.”
>There. It really is all that is needed..
>He deserves those words, because there are no words more important than them.
>You turn around on your heels and nod to the rest of the group.
“Let’s go. We shouldn’t overstay our welcome.”
>You and the girls pile out of the room.
>Almost all of you.
>It takes you a moment to realize it, but you’re short two people.
>When you turn back to look, you see that Gilda and Adagio are staring at each other.
>It is an uncomfortable scene.
>Like there’s some sort of secret you should be aware of, but cannot understand right now.
>Their faces seem normal, but their eyes are cold.
>”Even if it’s you, D, I won’t give up easily.”
>Gilda’s words are rough and final.
>”I’m sorry to hear that.”
>Even so, Adagio doesn’t hesitate.
>”Because once we’re back home, I will give it my all. I know now that this is one battle I can’t bear to lose.”
>You know you shouldn’t probably interfere.
>Sticking your nose into the business of girls is just asking to get it chopped off.
>But you really needed to get going.
“Hey. We’re going now.”
>”Alright Anonymous. Let’s leave this place.”
>Adagio walks up to you without sparing another glance at Gilda.
>”This was the last place to visit, right?”
>Now it’s your turn to be silent.
>But really, there’s no excuse to put it off any longer.
“No.”
>One more stop Anonymous.
>One more heartache.
“We still have one more person we need to visit.”
>The last member of your band.
>Your girlfriend.

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>>30313428
And that's it for yet another MaMwM update. With this, we've visited Crystal Ship, Kozmic Blues and Purple Haze. One more to go.

Next time: One of the bigger mysteries in MaMwM finally gets its lid opened. Time for last-minute guesses about what the truth about Anon's girlfriend will be. All clues are present now, as in any good mystery.

>>30313451
AW jes

>>30313451
Thanks for the update dude.

>>30313451

Good to see this continued.

>>30313451
Looks good where can I find the rest of the story?

>>30314065
It's in the story pastebin

>>30314112
Name am kinda new in the thread.
Well I was here when this was called Dazzlings general and left on the 108th edition and just came back
What am I doing with my life?!

>>30314193
Make a mistake with me, it's called

>>30314232
Thank you anon, I need to rekindle the Dazzling flame that used to burn in my heart

>>30314295
there's plenty to read in MaMwM. even I'm still catching up.

>>30313451
Welcome back, and thanks for the updates. Great way to spend the morning.

>>30314318
>"Hey Anon you want to hold hands?"

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>>30314495
>you will never hold hands with your dazzling waifu

Why even live?

>>30314510
>You will never go out to a picnic with all three of them.

>>30313451
Wait, there's some mystery about Anon's girlfriend?

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Obligatory page 8 bump

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>tfw you realize Adagio will never roundhouse kick you, killing you instantly

>>30315362
looks so comfy

>>30315362
Why do you torture me with these dreams, anon?

>>30315401
why live

You wouldn't dicc a dazz

>>30316066
The hell I wouldn't!

>>30316066
I'd give them the old razzle dazzle.

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>>30316120
Glitz and Glam?

>>30316458
Fake purple bitch
>>30316439
Dykeshit and bad old waifu

This thread is pretty kill desu

>>30316634
Dazzlefags crawl out of the woodworks when the night falls. Give it some time.

>>30315362

"Move, woman. I need to get some food. You have been napping on my groin all day."

"But this is my favorite spot. I need my beauty sleep."

"Heh, yeah. You do."

And that was when Adagio Dazzle bit Anon in the dick.

>>30316962
Chicks dig giant robots?

Nice.

>>30316962

What kind of high dumbass exec didn't have the guy who said "let's give characters another alt mode instead of a robot mode" kicked out into the street?
And while we're at it, the character design is utter shit. Get Animated the hell out of my bayformers offshot.

>>30316982

Kiss Players.

>>30316962

Hey, this works. She can even transform into a 60 foot Hippocampi thing.

>>30317274

The Dazzlings will eat you alive if you ever say they turn into hippos

>>30312433
Why this image?
Dazzlings are not for sexual anons.
They are for kisses and snuggles

>>30317346

"I swear honey, Hippos are fearsome, lethal animals. Now please get your teeth out of my biceps."

>>30317367
Nothing wrong with kisses and snuggles while they are all nudey booty

>>30317439

It's a joke about hippocampus and hippopotamus actually.

>>30317472
But anon, they are shy and innocent

>Aria keeps taunting you
>You tell her to go suck your dick
>She says alright

>>30317549

>"Human, am I fat?"
"Dagi, the only fat thing here is my dick and it's twitching to enter you."
>"Oh you..."

>>30312767
She's got better traps than me. Fuck, I need to do more rack pulls.

>>30318018
Anon...those are normal female traps...I haven't exersice for long time and I got traps bigger than hers

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>>30316120

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Requesting pic related with Adagio and a pic with the following description.

>If I could draw, I'd draw a scene where anon is uncomfortable and sitting with his pants down while Aria is on her knees and looks up at him with a smile. She is jerking him with one hand and massages his balls with the other. The other two dazzlings are looking and giggling, with Adagio holding up her phone and waiting to take a picture of his ahegao.

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>>30318045
Bull fucking shit. No female has traps that developed unless they're on juice and actively training. I'd also wager a bet yours are small if you haven't trained in a while. The only way you would have big traps without training is if your life style was in itself active and you did a lot of carrying or picking things up.

>>30318252
Okay anon, live in your delusion with your girly body

>>30318338
You're the one who thinks the standard female looks like a seasoned body builder.

>>30318252
Damn, I want Adagio to be my gym buddy now.

>>30318391
Fight me anon

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>>30318417
Hell yeah. When and where?

>>30318438
Mmmmmm
I don't know I don't think we are from the same country.
So let's find an isolated and far place to fight...let me check...Yeah this will do...We will fight on top of Perito Moreno's glacier in Argentina.
You can pick the date

>>30318466
Oh, you're from Argentina? That explains why you think women look like men.

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>>30312667
didn't notice the background transparency until I was scrolling through my files. have the fixed version, senpaitachi

>>30318497
Actually no, I was thinking a far away place for both of us so there are no interventions from any of both sides.
I opened google maps, covered my eyes and click and that came up

>>30317587
>"Human, am I fat?"
I don't know why I find that so cute
But Adagio just calling me human sounds really nice

>>30318417
>>30318438
>>30318466
What if we had a /dzg/ meetup and had people fight under the banners of their waifus?

>>30318550
But that would be more like 3 big groups clashing together since we only have 3 waifus.
But I think that the Sonata and maybe the Adagio group will be bigger than the Aria group

>>30318594
It could either be a battle royale where the last man standing wins for his waifu or a tournament setup with 1v1 fights leading to a winner.

Or maybe just a big circle where some guys jump in like a fight club.

>>30318623
Or we can be evil anon and make a deathmatch where the losers dies and goes to meet his waifu and the winner stays here with all the other anons

>>30318411
>Anon tries to ask Dagi out.
>Gets blown the fuck out in front of everyone due to his skinny fat.
>After having a moment of heartbreak he decides to get a membership at his local gym.
>Lo and behold it turns out not only Adagio, but the rest of Dazzlings workout there too.
>Hijinks ensue, culminating in a bet that if Anon could lose 50 lbs in four months, he gets to take Adagio on a date.
>Adagio ups the ante by betting if Anon could lose 50 lbs in two months, he gets to date all three of them.

>>30318594
But then the Aria group could take any of the others 2 for 1.

>>30318751
Dagifag. I'd like to see anyone in this thread try to take me out. Good luck.

>>30318729
I wish I could go to the gym

>>30318594

I would imagine that Aria and Adagio would have the largest groups, the sonata group would be a combination of "normies" and wies supermarket skelingtons, but would be the smallest

>>30318764
Anon don't pretend to be brave on the internet

>>30318774
Landwhales Vs Skelingtons what a match

>>30318802

I'm not exactly sure, but I feel like 4chan is more skellingtons than landwhales

I mean almost no is is a healthy weight of course

>>30318834
Well am more ina middle part am not overweight nor skinny, but one of these days I have to go back to swimming that kept my weight on check but it's a little expensive

>>30318770
Then get a membership and go.

>>30318786
The only thing I pretend to be is a wholesome and untained individual while in the workplace.

I'd joint a dazzlefag fight tournament in a heartbeat. It'd be like a meetup, plus I'd get to learn how to fight better. I'd hate to cause actual harm on most though.

>>30318531

The Dazzlings would pass through an acclimation period where anon would be something between an alien and a servile in their eyes, so they would address him as human before they change their mentality and start using his name and acknowledging him as an individual they'll be spending much time with.

>"Human, I require your assistance."
>You turn around
>Aria is holding a jar that she can't open

>>30318959

Fee fai fo fum I smell Sky.

>>30318960
I'd imagine Sonata being a little shy and awkward till she would eventually warm up to you
>"umm.. Human... Would you driving me to the grocery store... and keeping me company as well?"
>Sonata asks while looking up to you with a faint smile

>>30318973
I don't know why Sky is but I feel like it's an insult.

>>30319014
>Get to the fish aisle
>Sonata has a nervous breakdown
Things could have gone better

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I want some chocolate

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>>30318729
>50lbs in 2 months
That would kill a man

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>>30320418
Not unless Anon was already a fat fuck weighing up to 250+ pounds like I am...

>>30320461
Losing that much weight that fast is equal to outright not eating or eating only a bread sandwich a day unless they're morbidly obese

>>30319871
>implying the Dazzlings are illiterate niggers
OK

>>30320655
No, it's not. 7 pounds a week?

>>30319871
Truly and utterly disgusting. Your taste is more foul than the bread I leave on top of my fridge for too long.

>>30319062

>Sky is an insult

You're an insult.

>>30320418
>>30320655

>Be a bed-marooned landwhale
>Get beetus
>Lose your bloated useless legs
>Lose significant weight
>Call it a weight loos surgery and declare it a success
>Own that BB8 body type

>>30320461

What's your BMI?

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>>30318729
>be Anon
>be 115 lbs
>be told to lose 50 pounds in two months
>becoming outright bulimic for Dazzlefus

You think they like dating skeletons?

>>30312433
>You will never see the dazzling naked in a bathtub full of money and gold.
It hurts.

>>30320805
7lbs in a week is a huge amount. Given for typical humans it's an excess or deficit of 3000kcal to 1lb weight change, and a typical diet for an active and healthy male is 2500lbs.

Unless starting from a very high weight, and therefore a high maintenance intake, you need to eat nothing AND exercise twice as much for every day to lose 7lbs a week.

>>30321475
>Sonata puts a gold coin between her bare breast.
>"Hey Nonny, you want to make a quick buck~?"

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>>30320418
It would be really hard but I could see it, I mean I have lost 20 lbs in the last month without exercise and just dieting, so if someone is motivated it is plausible. though it helps me that I'm a huge guy in general and losing that much weight isn't a significant change.

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I think I got the shape down this time. The cheekbone area had me confused.

>>30321936

>Happiness paper hat

Flexing in front of the mirror makes me smile. Snacks don't.

Aria is the cutest fish
Fact

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fug my lack of ambition and creativity.
I see all the art and music and writing and it makes me so disappointed in myself. I want to create something that everyone can enjoy with the one craft that I'm semi competent in.
What would you like a shitty programmer to make dazzle bros?

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>>30322281
The strange thing about the MLP/EQG designs is how great they look in Flash; but when converted into 3D dimensions, it can't look right no matter how much references you use.
I'd say reference 3D rotations of heads or artstyles that work in either dimension. Things like Disney and the traditional Dreamworks film style. Your progress is pretty great so far, but I imagine the eyes will be a bitch to do. The eyes in MLP/EQG are simple shapes that tend to slide around the face with no sense of anatomy, since the profile view's eye is just the 3/4 view's eye on a new head shape.
Keep going bro, I really want to see that model done. ari a best

>>30322281
Definitely better. Keep going, man.
>>30322859
This as well

>>30322859
>"I've seen some shit, Dagi."

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>>30321475
>>30321769
have a doodle that I spent to much time on lol

>>30323038
kek.

>>30322657
>programmer

That's generic. What programs do you use?

>>30322859

That's because they are different in flash. Their front, side and diagonal doesn't match, which is very frustrating when you're using them as reference. Even their hair is inaccurate, tweaked so as to look good from they angle in question. A side shot of the character with her face hidden by the hair would be accurate but it wouldn't look good when she speaks or emotes.

>the eyes will be a bitch to do.

Fuck me, I've no idea what to do with them. They'll be painted on the face along with the mouth. Thing is I've no idea how to make textures yet and as such I don't know what I can or can't get away with.
Normally I'd be going crazy over being unskilled and wanting to make something based on contradictory references like a dog locked in a spherical room with no corner to pee in. But I decided to say fuck it and just take liberties in order to make a good end result. I tried typing how I reached that decision but it looked incoherent. Anyway.

>>30323038

Sonata has two left hands, Aria has a manface and I don't see Scrooge MacDuck anywhere in the picture.

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>>30323282
I know basic web dev I:E html/css, and I occasionally write scripts in python to automate stuff. Want to start learning C++.

>>30322657
Pick up a pencil and a piece of paper and draw something. Pick up a pen and a notepad and scribble down your story ideas. It's going to look like absolute shit, and there's no denying that. But feeling sorry for yourself will just keep you in a hole you're too scared to climb out of.

No, don't tell me you're not naturally inclined for creativity, or you lack ambition; that's bullshit. Your ambition should lie in the fact that you see so many other people doing amazing things, and that burning heartache that your insecurity makes you feel should be used as fuel.

And for fuck's sake, ask for help. Most of these skilled artists and writers you see would be more than willing to help you out if you just ask and show respect when you receive criticism. Some of them WILL be harsh, and you may end up feeling bashed over the head with some feedback, but don't lose yourself over it. Use it for what it's meant for, and make yourself better at whatever the fuck you desire.

Good luck.

>>30323369

Learn Unity or flash and let's make games.

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>>30323282
>They'll be painted on the face along with the mouth
oooooo so pre-animated textures sitting on the face that you can control kind of like Adobe Flash symbols
pls don't use jpeg images though :'V

>>30322859
Expression kinda reminds me of stuff from Jhonen Vasquez or Jonathan Mathers.
>>30323509
That eye looks rill nice mane.

>>30323038
Noice

>>30322657
Just write a quick green, say "fuck it" and dive right in. It doesn't have to be fancy, it just has to be something.

You can't git gud if you never play

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>>30323282
>Sonata has two left hands, Aria has a manface
yea i noticed the hands rite when i posted it and i also tried to touch up the faces a bit

>>30313367
>cyan eyes
Oh you fucker you didn't

>>30323567
That or write green after sufficiently drunk, review in the morning and post. That's what I did.

>>30323038
>>30323611
i could help you out in making your females more feminine, if you'd like the advice, man :V
that's up to you, though.

bump because spam.

>>30323038
i love this.

>>30323720
Can you make your own version of the bathtub dazzles?

Kinda unrelated, but does anyone know the name of a non-mlp manticore monstergirl who has a tail pussy?

>>30324020

>You are an adventurer making your way through a dungeon
>Dark, stony, humid
>You enter a room
>It appears to be a bathroom
>There's an elevated bathtub made of thick stone blocks
>In it bathes a yellow girl
>She's lying back with her poofy hair hanging outside the bathtub
>A knee is sticking out of the water while her other leg's wet, gleaming calf and foot is resting on the tub's lip
>Bubbly soapwater covers her nude, flat chest
>She looks at you with an interested look
>She was bored and lonely you see
>There's a dildo in her hand. A used dildo
>The woman invites you to her bathtub with here eyes and smile even though she doesn't put the sextoy away

>>30324189
0/10 no bathtub full of money.

>>30324225

Adagio is taking a bath in it, so there's already treasure in the bathtub.

>>30324272
still no money.

All this talk of money. Do you think the Dazzlings would be good findommes?

>>30323720
Shoot if ya want to friend.

>>30324353
Their sirens so yes.

>>30324301

"Excuse me. Hi. I'm looking for treasure."
>"You found it." says the girl with a smug smile
"I'm looking for money. You know, dollar bills? $?"
>The poofy-haired girl rises out of the water, giving you a great view of her immaculate beauty
>Water drips from her body and down her legs
>"I have a pu$$y..."
>You stare at her for a moment
"So you do. How about some money then?"
>Adagio facepalms
>"Is your class Happy Merchant? There's no actual money in this room. Now make like a turkey and get stuffed! Sheesh..."
>The girl sinks back into the bathtub as you leave
>There must be a bathtub full of money somewhere in the Bathtub Dungeon

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>>30324020
here's a really rough stupid idea
>>30324365
alright man, I'll post an image to explain what I mean, since it's weird to explain through only text

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>>30324365
Typically when drawing cartoony women, avoiding sharp/boxy shapes is really recommended. With cartoons/anime/MLP/EQG or related things, you can exaggerate things in the woman figure to make it even more feminine than it already is. Things like smaller hands, wider hips, longer legs, thinner waist, bigger head and eyes, and smaller nose makes things more cute and "female-y". something disney has done with all of their princess' designs to make them more "girly"
To help with making things look more soft, you could also practice drawing in really fast, long strokes. it helps with control and making lines not look so "chicken scratch-y". practice by using your whole arm/forearm, rather than drawing with just your wrist. using curved lines, tapered shapes, and circular-based designs tends to look more feminine when referring to the female figure.
mainly avoid boxes and exactly straight lines.
not sure what else to say other than just practice the figure. do a bunch of figure studies and avoid drawing with the outline. construct the body out of shapes rather than just jumping into it. YouTube tutorials like Sycra Yasin's can help you understand how to use shapes to draw ribcages and pelvic areas. watching his videos really helped me understand how to construct bodies so they don't look weird
anyways i hope you dont get turned off by the fact that I just talked AT you. i hope this helps you man

>>30324525
Are you planing to finish that up?

http://i.imgur.com/KQ9zvwK.jpg
Enjoy

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Not Sorry

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Dazzlings are for being dommed by.

>>30324467

"Bathtub of pogs, bathtub of beer, bathtub of offal..why would anyone even want that? Bathtub of howling eyeballs, bathtub of bathtubs and at last an empty bathtub."

"So whats up with the empty bathtub?"

"Oh, when we found the dungeon it was full of money. But we spent it all buying all these other bathtubs."

>>30324763

>Sunset has to leave town
>She drops by and leaves three girls with you
>You recognize them. They are those girls from a few months back. They're wearing new clothes and chokers instead of pendants
>She gives you a keychain with a button "in case they step out of line"
>After a few hours Aria makes her move, intent on establishing dominance over you
>She bullies and tries to hit you
>You press the button
>Aria drops to the floor as she gets zapped by her shock collar
>Sonata laughs
>"Again! Do it again!" she says

>>30324826
"Sunset, we have a problem."
>"What is it?"
"The shocks are not stopping them it only arouses them."
>"You're fuck."

>>30324842

"Please, Sunset. The batteries are running out. The things they say.. what they will do to me if i cant satisfy them with the shocks any more...Please, i need hel...Oh god, Sonata put the toaste..."

*Later that day*

"So how was your day Dr. Mender?"

"Well i did just have a patient with the weirdest story about how he got his burns."

>>30324842
>>30324881

I meant Sonata liked seeing Aria in pain.

>>30324662
Wow I didn't expect you to do a whole write up about it
I appreciate it friend.

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>>30324690
m-maybe :V
>>30324984
glad i can help, bro

>>30325034

Now i am seeing them relaxing in a tub of guacamole while flashing their cash.

>>30325048

Sonata`s dream has come true. She can become one with the Mexican food.

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And now, answers.

>It was a small lapse in your judgment, perhaps. You didn’t mean to, really.
>But as you were driving to your final destination, you decided to make a small detour.
>Right now your car was as it should be.
>The people inside were the ones who belonged there.
>You had nothing against the other girls it was just… you felt like the Dazzlings were part of this vehicle’s interior just as much as you were.
>Therefore, they immediately got suspicious when you took a sharp turn to West Sycamore Street..
>”Nonny? Where are we going?”
>Sonata peers over her seat.
>You nod towards a familiar sight in the distance.
“There. I wanted to see if anything was left in there.”
>Leading the column of vehicles following you to the location ahead, you park your car on the sidewalk.
>It would only take few minutes.
>And as you exit the car, you know why.
>This smell… it was too familiar. Too much of what you used to know.
>Stay in here and eventually you’ll revert to your old ways, it warns you.
>Perhaps a stupid superstition, perhaps not.
>You weren’t taking any chances.
>You hear others exiting their own vehicles and voice their confusion as to why you decided to stop here.
>No longer are the girls divided into groups. Everyone is here.
>From what you understand, they’ve been trading notes so far on what transpired.
>The Dazzlings, at the very least, did.
“I won’t be long. I’ll just head in, check the place, and then we’ll be on our way.”
>You spoke fast as to not give them time to argue, but immediately, three pairs of footsteps follow you.
>Adagio to your right, Aria to your left, Sonata behind you.
>Five seconds and the rest of the girls follow.
>You throw a meaningful look back at them.
“Thanks guys. But I really don’t think we’re all gonna fit inside there.”
>You point your thumb towards the light blue trailer house sitting on the lot.

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>>30325147

>A trailer house that’s been abandoned for a year or so.
>A trailer house with a sign above the door that reads: ‘Rising Sun’.
>A trailer house you once called home.
>You hasten your steps and skip up the metallic set of stairs to the front door.
>Behind you, you hear Aria click her tongue as she takes in the sign.
>”Really? House of the Rising Sun? Isn’t that a bit… sick?”
>You give her a sardonic grin and shrug.
“It’s what my old man liked. Besides, haven’t you heard?”
>Purple Grump arches an eyebrow.
>”Heard what?”
“>You chuckle and hum a melody as you fumble your keys.
”There is a house in Kansas town they call the Rising Sun…”
>You pick up the rusted key, the one you thought you’d never use, and slide it into the lock.
“And it’s been the ruin of many a poor soul, and me, oh God, am one.”
>As you turn the key you hear a promising click.
“If I listened to my Mama, Lord I’d be home today.”
>You slowly push the door open to reveal the place you left behind so long ago.
>You wink at the Dazzlings.
“But I was young and foolish, and some sirens led me astray.”
>Adagio chuckles.
>”You should write that up some day. I’m somewhat liking what you have so far.”
>You mock up a bow before her.
“Consider it done, my lady.”
>But enough jokes.
>You came here for a reason.
“Well then… welcome. To Rising Sun. To my old home.”
>What lies beyond the door is a familiar landscape.
>A busted-up TV sitting in the corner with a sofa.
>Kitchen that has been overrun by trash bags, the fridge silently holding fort the best it can.
>Two doors, one to your parents room, one to your own.
>And the bathroom which had a door with a broken lock.
>Looks like the door’s gone too for some odd reason.
>You wrinkle up your nose at the state of the place, especially the kitchen. It’s a veritable mountain of crap.

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>>30325149

“Disgusting.”
>Aria can’t help but to chortle at that comment.
>”Hey Roadie? This place actually reminds me of another apartment. Like, your-”
“Oh shut up. My situation was completely different.”
>You elbow her gently before stepping inside.
“Plus it’s not like it looks like this anymore. I have you guys to thank for it.”
>Taking a survey of the scene, you try to assess if there’s anything worth saving.
“Well, let’s see… guess the living room or the kitchen are hopeless cases. As for my room…”
>For a moment you relive a memory.
>A big bonfire where you hastily burn your stuff, afraid of it being stolen or vandalized while you’re in juvie.
“Yeah, there’s nothing left there. Just an empty husk.”
>Therefore your attention switches to one last, unexplored territory in this moldy old house.
>The door leading to your parents’ room, emblazoned with the logo of El Forastero.
>After a slight bit of hesitation you walk over to the door and put your hand on the handle.
>”Hey, Nonny? What’s this closet?”
>You turn around and see Sonata repeatedly sliding said closet’s door open and shut.
“That’d be my mom’s wardrobe. Check out if there’s anything worth salvaging there. It’s not like she needs them anymore.”
>What?
>You just said what that closet was for.
>Why are the Dazzlings looking like they just stumbled upon the goddamn Arc of Covenant?
“Just be careful with that, Belloq. I’m going to check my parents’ bedroom.”
>You turn the handle, metal warm against your touch.
>What hits you first is the smell.
>Or lack thereof, actually.
>Unlike the rest of the trailer, this place seems to be relatively safe from the invasion of trash bags.
“... Huh. Just like it always was.”
>There’s a simple, almost spartan, queen-sized bed.
>Another closet next to it and a nightstand where your father’s bible still waited for someone to pick it up.

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>>30325159

>There was also the collection of various things your dad used in his ‘job’ hanging on the wall.
>His ‘equipment’ so to speak.
>And just above the bed…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqK9xj30hes
“Goddammit. It’s still here.”
>Adagio peeks past you, curiosity clear on her face.
>”What is? Did you find something interesting?”
“You bet I did. Actually… Adagio. Can you hold this for me?”
>Without waiting for her answer you slip out of your leather pilot jacket and hand it to her, despite the copperhead’s confusion.
>The winter air of Kansas chills you, standing there just in your boots, your jeans and your white T-shirt.
>But there’s a cure to be found here.
>On the dusty wall is a jacket.
>No. Calling it just a jacket would be doing it disservice.
>To quote something someone said somewhere far away:
>That thing was too big to be called a jacket. Too big, too thick, too heavy and too rough. It was more like a large chunk of hide.
>It was the color of dark brown, almost to the point of being black.
>The lining was wool but it looked more like mesh of a chainmail if you were honest, dirty from days of usage.
>The fur trim was a thing to behold as well. Your father claimed it was wolf fur, but you had your doubts.
>Still, it gave the thing an appearance reserved to cloaks from Westeros rather than anything in real world.
>Then there was the image emblazoned across the back of the jacket.
>A snarling wolf’s head with a warpaint in the image of Old Glory.
>Above it read three words.
>”New World Outlaws.”
>The name of the motorcycle club your father always dreamt of building but never was able to.
>Next to the jacket hung your father’s bowie knife, from his military days, in its sheath.
>You knew there was a specifically prepared pocket for that knife inside the jacket for easy access and concealment.

>>30321629
Context is a great thing. In this case, I was able to understand that 50 pound in that length of time clearly meant he is clearly morbidly obese. And for someone to weigh that much, 50 pounds is doable.

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>>30325165

”Well, if I’m to be a villain, I might as well look the part. Right, Adagio?”
>”... Put it on. I want to see it.”
>Doing as told, you walk over to the wall where the jacket hangs
>Almost ceremoniously you pick it up, admiring every nook and cranny of you can see.
>This jacket was your father’s pride and joy.
>He had it custom-made by some guy down in the badlands. Some sort of crazy hermit, as you understood.
>Made to his regulations and with the logo he once imagined he’d share with those who rode under him.
>How ironic that it’d now end up in your hands.
>The boy he thought would never continue in his footsteps.
>Yet here you are, becoming a villain just like your father was. Old man would be proud.
>”Actually, Anonymous, wait.”
>Adagio’s words stop you.
>”Let me do it.”
>She moves next to you and takes the jacket from your hands.
>There’s a look in her eyes that’s usually reserved for solemn religious duties.
>A look that you can’t really refuse.
>Therefore you nod and spread your hands, exhaling deeply.
>Adagio works methodically, her hands gliding across the leather of the jacket to examine it.
>With great respect, the slips your right hand into a sleeve, followed by the left.
>She puts the sheathed knife in its place after you tell of the specifically prepared pocket for it.
>She touches up the shoulders of the jacket and lets her fingers run through your hair, gently placing it atop the back of the fur trim.
>She then makes you turn around, inspecting the collar.
>Finally Adagio gives you a quiet nod.
>”Perfect.”
>What happened next was something you could have never prepared for.
>Still holding onto the collar, Adagio pulls you downwards while standing on her toes.
>Nimbly she overcomes the height difference of roughly 1 foot and 7 inches.
>Why?
>To give you a peck on the cheek, of all things.

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>>30325174

>The whole world seems to grind to a halt and you’re able to only stare at her, slack-jawed.
>But that’s only for a second.
>You don’t even blush, which is a miracle in itself.
>Instead you feel like a shot of pure adrenalin was injected into you.
>This was Adagio’s pride - the pride she felt when looking at you.
>Just that.
>”Now there’s the Anonymous I know.”
>Adagio grins, though her cheeks betray a bit of a flush.
>”Not a man chained down by his past, but one who takes whatever he wants from the future.”
>She folds her arms and checks you from head to toe, admiring her handiwork.
>”The Last Outlaw - A true goddamn villain.”
>You return her grin, unable to contain yourself.
>With what you’ve experienced today, all your emotions are bubbling to the surface.
>Something like this is easy to get swept up in.
“Never use that nickname when others can hear.”
>”I make no promises.”
>Both of you laugh.
>With a gesture you tell her to follow you and head out of the room.
>Your father’s biker paraphernalia was of no interest to you.
>You were your own man, you’d make do with what you had.
>Only this jacket and this bowie knife… they were a memento of sorts. You’d make them yours.
>A symbol just for you.
>In the living room of the trailer you come face-to-face with another surprise.
>Looks like you weren’t the only one to play dress-up.
>Aria has changed her green vest to a denim cut-off that your mother used when she rode with your father.
>The back is still adorned with her personal logo of sorts: purple rose and green thorns.
>Sonata, on the other hand, has put on a classical black biker jacket with no patches. It certainly brings out her… assets.
>Still, judging from the reactions, you’re not half as surprised as the two of them are.
>”Okay, not fair Roadie.”
>Aria has a hand on her cheek and her words are but a mumble.
>”You’re not supposed to be hot, jerk.”

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>>30325181

>”Oh, Nonny’s always been hot.”
>Sonata giggles and playfully punches Aria on the shoulder.
>”Now he’s just hitting all your fetishes, for realsies.”
>What ensues is a squabble of magnificent proportions as Purple Grump assaults Blue Goof.
>You’re left standing there, scratching your cheek awkwardly.
>Lucky for you, Adagio comes for the rescue.
>”Oh calm down, girls. You can ogle Anonymous’ new look all you want later.”
>Correction.
>Lucky for the situation, bad for you.
>After all, Adagio has switched up her clothes too. But instead of getting something new, she’s put on something old.
>Namely, your old pilot jacket.
>”We still have things to do. Let’s not waste any time, okay?”
>For her it’s more of a coat than a jacket, but it fits like a mane fits a lion. Regal is the only way to describe it.
>And the way it synchronizes with her lustrous hair…
“Uh… buh…”
>Yeah, she’s hitting all of *your* fetishes.
>”Anonymous, your mouth’s open.”
>Scoring a solid twelve on smugness scale, Adagio struts to the living room, her hips swaying from side to side.
>Sonata and Aria stop their bickering with the appearance of this new oddity.
>In all honesty, the eye-candy in this room is almost too much for your eyes.
>All that is missing are denim hotpants.
>Oh man.
>Denim hotpants.
>Honestly, you’re not sure how long you spent in your daydreams about a summer at the countryside with the Dazzlings, but it was eventually Adagio’s voice that snapped you out of your reverie.
>”Anonymous? What is this?”
>You shake your head to clear every bit of naughty thoughts you were having and take a look at what the copperhead is pointing.
>There, on the wall of your living room, just above the old TV, is a trinket which’s existence you almost forgot.
>You scratch your chin as you try to recall what your dad told you of the thing.

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>>30325187

“Supposedly it’s some old Native American trade beads my old man bought from Crater Lake. You know, with that Camp Evergreen or something? Anyways, there was a peddler there who almost forced them on my dad.”
>You look at the necklace of beads hanging from the wall.
>Most of them are colorless, but there are some colorful ones as well. Seven in total.
“There’s this old Klamath tribe legend that goes with them. There was this spirit of the underworld, Llao, who fancied a local chieftain’s daughter.”
>Sonata and Aria are listening to you, but Adagio’s staring a hole into the necklace.
“A spirit from the sky, Skell, fought against him for the honor of the maiden. Unfortunately, Skell was actually killed in the ensuing battle, which also ended up creating the Crater Lake.”
>You let your eyes rest in the colorful beads, too.
>Orange, purple, white, blue, yellow, pink and red.
“In any case, those loyal to Skell stole his heart from Llao in order to revive Skell, but the way the old man told it, that heart shattered before it could achieve such a feat.”
>Even as a kid, you found their appearance soothing.
“One collection of shards was sealed near the lake, the other one was turned into that chain of beads, and eventually found its way to the hands of the Klamath man who sold it to my old man.”
>You shrug and chuckle.
>Well, it’s an old legend after all.
>The old guy probably drummed it up just to rack up his prices.
“Anyways, dad thought my mom would like it and brought it home with him. She hung it up on the wall, hoping it’d bring luck to us or something.”
>A bitter smile crosses your face.
“You can see how well that worked.”
>... Well, that’s weird.
>You hoped to get at least a snicker out of the three.
>But Adagio’s face is dead-serious and the other two are exchanging worried glances.

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>>30325194

>You can hear Poof mumble something.
>”N-no, they couldn’t possibly be… but with this aura and how they look…”
>She reaches out to touch the chain of beads.
>Wait, what?
>Was it just your imagination?
>For a second there you could have sworn you saw the orange one glow brightly.
>But now that you look at it closer, it has the same dull shine as always.
“Something the matter?”
>Adagio lets her fingers hover paused for a moment before just snatching the necklace and stuffing it into her pocket.
>”I’m not sure. In all honesty, I think we should let Twilight take a look at this. It might be nothing but… better safe than sorry.”
“Huh?”
>Adagio shakes her head.
>”We’ll talk about this later. Now, wasn’t there something else we had to do?”
“Oh. Right. Let’s go, you three.”
>After that you’re glad to get back to the outside air.
>There the familiar gaggle of teenage girls waits for you.
>All eyes are on you four, and you can see lot of arched eyebrows at your sudden change in clothing.
>Limestone lets out a low whistle.
>”Uh… Wow.”
>Suri Polomare next to her giggles.
>”I have to concur. Wow is an appropriate remark here.”
>You fish your cigarettes out of your pocket and light one up.
>Taking a drag, you blow a cloud of smoke up into the evening sky.
“Well? How do we look?”
>Tree Hugger is the first one to answer.
>”Duuude. You guys look like total villains. If I didn’t know you, I’d be scared.”
>You and the Dazzlings share an evil cackle.
>Okay, more of a mock-up of one.
“Then this side-trip wasn’t for nothing, was it?”
>”Oh, definitely not!”
>Starlight is cackling at something, and Trixie looks like she wants to sink into the ground.
>”I don’t think I’ve ever seen Trixie this hot and bothered!”
>This time it’s all of you who laugh, but it’s all in good fun. Even Blueberry joins in it after a moment.
“Alright! Let’s get back on the road.”

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>>30325200

>The last leg of your journey is not a long one.
>It takes about ten minutes to drive from your home to the destination in your mind, and even that’s thanks to the traffic.
>You notice few signs along the way and steer your Buick towards the eastern gate.
>As you pass by the low-hanging limestone walls, you feel the atmosphere inside your car grow quiet.
>Sonata’s trying her best not to stare at what lies outside the window.
>Aria looks like she wants to ask something yet finds it best to not.
>And Adagio? She’s looking straight at you.
>A worried question lingers in her eyes.
>It’s probably something along the lines of: ‘Is this really the place?’
>Unfortunately, yes it is.
>You flick your turn-signal to the left to inform the others coming up behind you.
>This is where you’re headed.
>Through the open steel gate, under the oak trees flanking the road and into the parking lot where nary a car sits.
>After you park your vehicle, you turn down the engine and take a deep breath.
>Well.
>This is it, Anonymous.
>Your last stop on the drive down Memory Lane, Kansas.
>And, if you’re completely honest…
>... The final secret you’ve been keeping from the Dazzlings and the rest of your group.
>”Nonny…”
>Sonata sounds like she’s trying her best to be brave, yet she can’t muster up her usual cheer in this solemn place.
>”So that’s it, Roadie? Life’s really been the worst for you…”
>Aria clicks her tongue and pats you on the shoulder.
>You say nothing and light up another cigarette.
“Okay, girls.”
>You open up your door and step out of your car, the Dazzlings following suit.
>Around you, others also exit their vehicles.
>Gilda, Limestone, Chrysalis and Babs on their motorcycles, along with Diamond and Silver as their passengers.
>Twilight and Sour Sweet in former’s Countach while Suri, Lightning, Trixie and Starlight in the Brougham.

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>>30325203

>The rest of the Crystal Prep students, along with Tree Hugger, pour out of the old splitty.
>Quietly you gather near the sign that informs all visitors of this place’s name.
>You pat the wooden surface of the sign.
“Welcome to Mount Hope Cemetery.”
>It’s not that you’re trying to make light of the situation or crack a joke or anything like that.
>You’re just informing them of a fact that they, in all honesty, know about already.
>Hell, they all saw the rows upon rows of tombstones as you drove to the parking lot.
>The grass outside is pretty much dead and there are no leaves in the trees.
>A crow cries somewhere in the distance.
>You couldn’t get closer to a typical graveyard atmosphere even if you wanted to.
“We’re here to visit the last member of my former band and… someone else. Still, let’s not bother others who might be visiting.”
>You motion the group to follow you.
“I’ll show the way.”
>As you walk down the well-marked path, you enjoy the sensation of a cigarette on your lips.
>It feels as dry as your lips do.
>Soft taste of tobacco on your tongue.
>Distant as the winter clouds up above.
>Not long and snow would probably fall from the sky.
>The grey would eventually swallow up the heavens above, but for now, the golden tint of the setting sun was holding on.
>Even if it was fading fast.
>Honestly, you were glad. Had the sky been the color of that burnt red that you hated, it would have made this even more difficult.
“Here.”
>You stop your musings and point a simple gravestone to the girls.
>It has no name or other markings. Just the shape of a white cross.
“This… this was perhaps the unluckiest guy out of us all. He was some random fan that hitched a ride with us on the night of the car crash. I didn’t know the guy, none of us did.”
>You exhale some smoke and close your eyes.

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>>30325212

“To be honest, I don’t even remember him getting in the car, I was that out of it. But according to the police investigation that was what happened. After all, they found not five but six people in the wreckage. But since there was nothing to identify him by, this… this is the only thing he got.”
>You click your tongue in annoyance.
>At what happened, at the unfairness of it all.
“A blank gravestone in a city he’s probably not even from.”
>The girls say nothing. Perhaps they have no words to offer.
>You’re ready to admit you wouldn’t know what to say in a situation like this.
>Thus you use this chance and offer a silent prayer to the poor bastard who got caught up in the wrong car with the wrong driver.
>After you’re finished you nod at the girls.
“Alright. We have to head in a bit deeper to get to the other spot.”
>Those words cause a visible shiver in some of the girls.
>Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are holding hands.
>Oddly enough it’s Limestone who looks like she wants to comfort you.
>Starlight pulls her beanie deeper into her head, feeling the tired sorrow that permeates this cemetery.
>You start down the path that you’ve only walked twice before.
>Once after the accident, once just before the juvie.
>Your steps are slow, deliberate.
>In fact your whole body feels numb.
>You no longer even taste the cigarette on your lips.
>The smoke from it melts into the haze that fills your vision.
>Returning here is… unreal.
>Something you never thought you’d do.
>But now that you’re here, you understand how important it was to make this one last trip.
>This has made the journey worth it.
>Your boots hit the soft soil.
>Dead grass sways in the wind.
>You hum the tune of Make it Rain under your breath but no one joins you.
>It is a pathetic little tune in this empty vastness where only the headstones keep a wakeful watch.

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>>30325216

>Eventually you spot it.
>The place you look for is in the back row near the limestone walls.
>The area itself looks almost abandoned, as if nobody visits there anymore.
>But as you get closer, you realize it’s only an illusion.
>If nothing else, the spot you’re headed to has been meticulously taken care of.
>Probably because the whole town loved the one who is buried there.
>The closer you get, the colder you feel.
>It’s like a pair of embracing arms that catch you from behind, trying to keep you up.
>Few more steps, they say.
>Don’t falter now, they say.
>And they’re right.
>As much as some cowardly part of your mind is still screaming for you to run like you always do…
>... Another is like a man in a death row, walking to the gallows.
>It’s an apt metaphor in a sense.
>After all you came here to kill and bury the man who you were.
>The man whom you hated.
>Crystal Ship showed you everything that had been wrong in you.
>Kozmic Blues showed you everything that you were able to change.
>Purple Haze showed you everything that you had to give up.
>And now, it’s time for the final nail in the coffin of a man known as Anonymous.
>So you can walk the same path as your friends.
>Your feet stop.
>When did you get here?
>You thought the path here was much longer.
>But once again, you find yourself before this tombstone that has been haunting you for well over a year.
>In the shade of an old tree.
>Adorned by fresh flowers from some of her hundreds of friends.
>One more drag from your cigarette.
>This habit of yours that you’re unable to quit, the thing that should always calm you down.
>It’s for naught now.
>Your heart feels like it has stopped.
>And your fingertips feel nothing.
“Well… here we are.”
>Your voice sounds rough and coarse, so unlike your own, to your ears.

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>>30325220

>You look back and let your eyes rest in the group of friends that has followed you so far.
>You’ve shared things so personal with these girls who gave you a chance.
>And they followed you to the very end.
>Who could have imagined you’d find so much trust in a place which you thought you’d hate?
>One-by-one you look each of these girls in the eyes.
>Tree Hugger, who shows signs that this is not her first time in such a situation.
>Limestone Pie, who is clenching her hands into tight fists.
>Sunny Flare, who has cast her eyes towards the copper-colored sky.
>Lemon Zest , who already looks like she’s about to cry.
>Chrysalis, who has taken off her hat in respect of a mutual friend.
>Diamond Tiara, who is looking for comfort in her friend.
>Silver Spoon, who is offering said comfort to Tiara.
>Babs Seed, who has turned her eyes away from the sight.
>Suri Polomare, who has her fingers intertwined for a prayer.
>Sour Sweet, who is biting her lip to fend off emotions.
>Sugarcoat, who is burying herself in her jacket for warmth.
>Indigo Zap, who tries her best to appear strong even now.
>Lightning Dust, who has her hand halfway up in trying to reach for you.
>Starlight Glimmer, who is holding hands with Trixie.
>Trixie Lulamoon, who has dropped all of her showboating facade.
>Gilda Griffon, who seems angry at herself for some reason.
>Twilight Sparkle, who is clearly reliving an unpleasant memory.
>And…
>Sonata Dusk, who quietly whispers your name into the wind.
>Aria Blaze, who hugs herself almost violently to keep her emotions in check.
>Adagio Dazzle, who is boring a hole through your heart with her pitying stare.
>A group of friends who has gathered around you in a half circle.
>You, standing there in the middle of it.
>And a single headstone that holds within it the last secret you kept from them.

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>>30325226

>You’re reminded of your mother’s funeral.
>Your father and all of his motorcycle club gathered to send her off.
>That was their show of respect for the woman they all loved.
>And just like El Forastero was your father’s family… this is yours.
>This is your brotherhood.
>So it’s only fair that you finally introduce them to the one who once was the world to you.
“Girls.”
>You speak after what feels like an eternity.
“I’d like you to meet my girlfriend.”
>You walk over to the gravestone and kneel before it.
>Now that you’re out of the way, they can all see what’s written on it.
>A familiar piece from a poem.
>’Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now.’
>And underneath it, two dates.
>’June. 20. 1994. - Feb. 3. 2011.’
>And under that?
>There lies a name.
“Hey, Babe. Sorry I’ve been gone for so long.”
>Name of the person whom you loved more than the life itself.
>The heaviest sin, the heaviest burden, on your shoulders.
>Yes, it’s that very name that causes a wave of shock ripple through the people behind you.
>Adagio’s soft gasp is what informs you of this.
“But… I’m back now. And guess what?”
>You caress the rough stone surface of the headstone.
>... It’s ironic.
“I found some new friends. People I’d like you to meet.”
>You ran away from Independence because of this.
>But in Canterlot you found only what you could describe as an absurd nightmare.
>Something to remind you of all the mistakes that you made.
“Friends I’m sure you’d like.”
>Something that made you withdraw from everything, afraid how the life might mock you more.
>Yet at the same time, going to Canterlot allowed you to make sense of this absurdity.
>Because you met the Dazzlings you were able to understand what was going on.
>This brought you finally the peace you had been searching for.
>And in turn, that peace led you back here.
>To this very tombstone.
>Tombstone with a name…
>Sunset Shimmer.

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>>30325236
Next time: the other Sunset Shimmer.

>>30325245
>>30325236
God fucking damn it

>>30324353
>"You think this poof comes for free?"
>"I require only the best products to maintain this beast."
>"You know how I like to do my hair."
>"You wouldn't deny me that, would you?"
>"Good boy. Now hand over the wallet. It's time to go shopping."

>>30325245
OH shit

>>30325245
I'm kinda mad now I didn't see that one coming

http://i.imgur.com/baGT1SF.png
Enjoy
Deltalima story continuation.
https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-deltalima

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>>30325236
>>30325245
NO FUCKING WAY

>>30312433
I have a question if The Dazzling's won Battle of the Bands would they eventually invade Equestria or turn on each other.

>>30325861
I drew that like an hour ago. It's on Derpibooru already?

>>30325935
https://derpibooru.org/1463578
Yup

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>>30325992
>12 favorites and 17 upboats
S-so that's what that feels like.

>>30325861
wish that mesh was more transparent.

>>30326158
but then it be to lewd

>>30326366
adagio needs to be lewd, it in her nature.

>>30325872
Both

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Reminder that Sonatafags are literal killers waiting to happen.

>>30326644
>Screenshot
W-what?

>>30326644

holy shit, source on vid?

I knew he was a sonatafag, but this is deepest lore

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>>30326725
You can download any vids from the internet, even from yt you dummy.

>>30326792
But what's the video?

>>30326725
>>30326746
>>30326817
It's the intro sequence in some of his videos

Waring: Extreme Edgy Autism ahead
https://youtu.be/_r0vcRBYHNs

>>30326836

lel what a catch, that is actually a super short part of the intro too

100% sonatafag

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what a cutie

>>30325245
>that spoiler
>the term baconswirl
jesus that's some long game stuff

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Damn, modeling has become addictive. I'm not sure if I'm enjoying it or not, but I wanna do it all the time.

>EqG Episode XD: The Return of the Last Dazzling Menace
>Following their defeat in the second movie made twenty years ago, the Dazzlings have been attending school at CHS
>They were around but offscreen all along
>The Prinipals gather everyone in the gym
>"Greetings, students. As you know, summer is almost here and with it the Alice Cooper Summer Festival!"
>The students and staff cheer loud enough to make the seats shake
>The festival is about school being out for summer, not because Alice Cooper sings in it
>You'd think the kids would be the only ones thrilled about it, but the staff is just as excited about it. They hate their jobs
>Celestia lets the people in the gym sing about their summer plans (because you need to shoehorm a few songs in every pony media) and calm down on their own before she continues
>"This year we've been approached by the Dihydrogen Monoxide Awareness League which is part of the Clinton Foundation. They are campaigning to raise awareness of the dangers of dihydrogen monoxide and to demand it's prohibition."
>Lethal if inhaled, rusts metal, can cause environmental disaster, yada yada yada, straight white males say it's not a threat and is necessary
>Students boo, Tree Hugger giggles
>"So we decided to help the Legue raise money for it's noble cause. This year, in addition to the festival, we will be holding a student bazaar in the school grounds. Students are free to sell whatever they want-errr anything legal that is. The earnings will be donated to the League. But! For all your hard work, you get to keep half the money you make!"
>The students roar their excited approval
>All except for Aria who is a cynic, and Adagio who is an evil mastermind at work
"Girls, are you pondering what I'm pondering?" asks Adagio rhetorically

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>>30328309

>"I think so, Adagio. But where are we going to find a gorilla to teach us hit-and-run tactics?"
>"Sonata, god damn it..." says Aria
>Adagio takes a deep breath
"It's human mating season."
>"It always is" murmurs Aria
"The festival is in a couple weeks. And I have a plan as to how best put them to use."
>The Dazzlings smile evily
>The girls spend the following weeks being sexy and teasing boys
>The school's libido levels rise
>By the time of the festival you can smell the tesyosterone in the air
>To everyone's surprise the Dazzlings participate
>They open a hugs and kisses booth and call it "The Lovebox"
>The entire male school population lines up outside
>The Dazzlings make mad profit cuddling and smooching
>They report a smaller profit and pocket the difference
>"I thought half the school spent all it's allowance in your booth" says Principal Celestia
>"And then some." brags Sonata before she gets her foot stepped on
"Reports of our success were greatly exaggerated."

>>30325597
You and me both. Just checked and their first meeting in MaMwM is hella suspicious. Not to mention that dream sequence before the roadtrip pretty much spells it out.

>>30327337
Sonata why are you wearing my clothes?

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>>30328342
>a Dazzlings smooch booth

Anon, you're gonna fucking kill me.

>>30328852
There's only one place to kiss a Dazzle.

On the hand

>>30318973
Nah, wasn't me. Haven't even been lurking the last few days.

>>30328342
How much to kiss and hug all the dazzles

>>30329919
one soul.

>>30329998
Does it have to be mine

>>30330099
Yes.

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>>30329229

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>>30312433
>re-made songs (written or, if you had the guts to, sung)
Might as well do it

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0jtQEwhV3bn
rough rewritten subtle dazzle version of "Romulus" from Sufjan Stevens
enjoy my autism

>>30313414
>that pic
Curly hair is objectively best hair

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I had a thought from one of the pictures.

How does adagio keep her little belt on?

It sits pretty loosely on her hips, I feel like it would be prone to falling off.

This is where my thought came in, does she grab it and readjust it, or do that weird hip-wiggle dance people do like when they're trying to fit into pants

>last period before lunch
>you usually just carry all your books in your bag because you're a lazy piece of shit
>but this was PE, and you don't need anything like that
>"Bye~"
>you crane your neck over the side of the locker door
>Adagio was waving her 2 friends off to their next class
>that lilt in her voice could make any man weak in the knees
>she absent-mindedly reaches up to her ponytail and pulls out the knot keeping her boundless hair in place
>holdin the hair-tie in her mouth, she runs her hands through her blazing orange hair to form another ponytail
>about this time, her 'belt' slips over a hip and threatens to fall off
>"frck"
>she scowls with teeth clenched over the hair band
>still walking down the hall, she does her best to fix the belt by gyrating her hips and teasing the belt back into a comfortable resting place
>my god
>she seems to be looking at you, but her eyes tell you that you haven't even registered to her, she's thinking about something else
>with a well-timed twist, the belt slides back to its usual sitting position on her hips
>she resumes her usual shapely stride to her locker next to yours
>her eyes focus and seem to notice you staring at her
>"Can I help you?"
>the words roll smoothly off her lips in a tone that would suggest flirting, but she always means business
"I'm, uh, just going, class."
>smooth, jackass.
>she cocks an eyebrow and chuckles once, smiling coyly

>god she's hot

>>30331092
Do you know how much whale oil it requires to keep that hair poofy?

>>30331032
das pretty good man

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Not Sorry.

>>30331335
Enough to keep the Japanese fishing industry afloat?

http://i.imgur.com/xP3u6pc.png
Enjoy

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Consume the fish

>>30331187
Man that what gets me, if adagio was a real person.
I'd prolly be to much of a dork to ever win her heart.
feelsbadman

>>30331406
i'd eat adagio out.

>>30331335
>Implying you need whale oil to make naturally poofy hair poofy.

>>30331492
But anon, we must go poofer

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>>30331492
>>30331376
>>30331335
>>30331092
>>30331681
I actually have naturally poofy hair and do the opposite; I have to keep it from staying poofy if I want it to get to a point where I think it looks good. I mean, I don't use oil, just letting it dry after a shower. If I do it that way, it gets all wavy and kinda more manageable in my opinion, though it's probably just because I don't want to have my hair all poofy and stuff. I like my hair better when it's not poofy even though people tell me they like it the other way around. It's kinda complicated. I dunno, that's really the best way I can describe it in just words.

>>30331698
post pics

>>30329919

I don't think the dazzlings would engage in this type of thing more than once cause they'd see it as prostitution and they're too proud for that. But they got hungrier/lazier/greedier than they are proud, then the first taste would be free so as to get you hooked.

>>30331409

If I had the same brains I do now I'd hit on her and pretend all her negative responses are positive, treat her like she's my gf, hang out with her and her "friends" all the time (who'd play along to mess with her) and tell everyone that we're an item. Either she'd accept me or I'd get a heck of a kick out of screwing with her this way.

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>>30331739
Why?

>>30331698
Stop posting dagi, you're fooling no one

>>30331698
let me see your adagio poof

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>>30331826
Dude, what?
>>30331850
I don't have one, because I always dry my hair a certain way after every time I shower so it's not a poof and more flat but wavy instead. It only somewhat resembles a poof, but more in a sense where the curls are joined together in larger waves and some squiggles. I actually don't know if it's considered a poof but I never really think about it. I just like it better that way.
Do you still want me to post my hair?

>>30331907
>spoiler

It's the only way to be sure.

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I didn't forget about you guys. Just be patient a little while longer.

>>30331976
PUZZLES?

>>30331907
POST LOCKS OR GTFO

>>30331976
Looking forward to it m8

>>30331976
i miss ya too homie

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>>30325236
Bruh, I wish I had creative urges like yours.
>pic related
>its me trying to write

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>>30331910
>>30332010
Alrighty, then. Here.

>>30332805
are you a trap?

>>30331092
My hair is naturally curly. For the longest time I wished it was straight because I wanted to style it, but I've come to appreciate these luscious locks precisely because I don't have to style them. They curl themselves into their own patterns every day. Whenever I run my fingers through my hair, I don't have to worry about ruining a style because they just pop back into another shape. I feel bad for people with straight hair.

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>>30332816
Fuck no.

>>30331409
I'd probably be friends with her. I seem to be an attractant for assholes and anti-socials. For some reason they flock to me.

You'd think that would be great but it's really not.

>>30332805
Is hair-posting a thing now?