Alone in Equestria Girls Verse #20: The Golden Revival Edition

Ah, that new thread smell.

>>30854079
>4 new pics last thread
>you pick some shitty jojo trace
Why?

>>30854109
Delicious isn't it? Speaking of, I am looking forward to Nayaa putting Luna in a maid costume
>>30854123
Newfag detected.

>>30854079
I love the smell of new thread

Come on OP, you gotta wait until the other thread is almost off the board, page 8 at least before you make a new thread, preferably 9 or 10. As it is, it's lying around on page 6 right now.

>>30854128
>Newfag detected.
Shit taste detected.

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>>30854079
>mfw new bread

>>30854177 Check'd
Maybe the next OP will be someone competent.

>>30854177
Its fine man, >>30854211
>>30854210
Bitch who do you think runs it. As a newfag you must not know we make them and post em the minute we usually finish a thread. Lately I and my assistants have been slacking on that schedule. There is nothing wrong with the OP Anyways.
>>30854203
>Calls one of YFNs first story pics shit
Keep digging that grave newfag.

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>>30854226
>I and my assistants
What?

>>30854226
>anybody who disagrees with me is a newfag
Sure thing, buddy.

>>30854226
Are you the regular op? You dont seem like it.

>>30854226
I don't understand how calling something shitty makes me a newfag. My being here 10 days vs 10 months or 10 years does not make something less shitty. That particular image is garbage. My opinion has nothing to do with the source material nor is it influenced by my time here, which is long enough to not be a newfag considering I was in the first fucking thread that SciAnon posted in. You're such a whiny cunt.

>>30854471
Or maybe multiple people don't agree with you. Novel thought, right?

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>>30854487
Looks like you weren't quick enough on the draw.

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>she will never hold you down and ride you doggy style

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>>30855789

>>30855968
Glad someone caught what I was going for.

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>mfw Sea's update
>And YFN
>And Cop
>And daddy Sci
>And Nayaa fills me with his hot >green

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>>30856247
Last thread was a good one.

So what are you guys looking forward to this thread?

>>30856718
Peace.

>>30856718
The blood orgy that summoned all those writefags.

>>30858037
Pretty sure most of them were lurking anyway

>>30858145
Yes, maybe, but let me dream of how the hell they came back.

>>30855968
>she'll never force you to the ground and grab your neck
>her claws will never grow out and poke against your skin
>she'll never unsheathe her girlcock and press it against your ass
>she'll never tell you to stay still unless you want your throat scraping against her razor sharp claws

>>30858920
So why is this a meme here?

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>>30860578
Them thighs tho

>>30860578
>>30860603
Why isn't there a green where Celestia or Luna is a cougar?

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>>30860603
Them pelvic destroying legs!

>>30860620
Axii had them like that, but focused on pounding Applejacks apples when she found out she could take him raw without consequences instead.

>>30860620
They really do need more love, don't they?

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>>30860760
If only we could give it to them.

>>30860620
>Celestia will never lay on her desk and leg lock you.

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>>30860778
You're tempting me.

>>30860815
Do it.

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>>30860815
Please do.

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>>30860815
>That pic
I'm fucking drooling.

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>>30860815
>>30860951
>>30860781
>>30860778
Dem hips don't lie, they need a good breeding.

>>30860979
Mature women need young cock too.

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>>30860999
KEK HAS SPOKEN!

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>>30860815
>>30860951
Celestia is a slut.

>>30860999
>>30861033
THE DUBS AND TRIPS OF LORD KEK SAY IT IS THE LEWD PRINICPLES THAT NEED THE D NEXT, MAKE IT SO!

>>30861056
>Celestia
>my waifu
Nah.

>>30861056
By mature women I meant Luna too.

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>>30861060
>>30861033
kek posters please, there's only room for one religion on this board, and sadly, it does not involve the moon. You also maybe sorta might wanna check what board you're on again, or lurk moar.
>>30861094
You're not praising hard enough.
>>30861125
A man of fine taste I see.

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>>30861148
You should also maybe sorta might wanna check what board you're on again senpai.
>>>/v/

>>30861094
>not knowing best girl when you see her
You are not my nigga

>>30859860
Because some people want a cute girl to but her dick up their ass

>You and Twilight go to Celestia and Luna's house since you two are top students in her school.
>Get snowed in.
>Have to stay in a house with a cute nerd and two mature women for five days.
What happens?

>>30861184
I'm pretty sure I'm on the board where I can post ponies and not get banned and not use weaponized autism to take down threads. Haven't been around for a year and the last time I was hear, kek posting was pretty exclusive to /pol/ before it started spilling everywhere. Hell, this is the first time I've really seen anyone use "praise kek" outside of /pol/ in a while.
Though that's just me trying to make excuses. It's 106 F (41 C for everyone else) and I don't care if I get somebodies panties in a twist 'cause it's too hot for me to care/think. If you're somplace else that's cooler, I hate you.

>>30861247
And they go to trash for that. Or R9K if their feeling lucky.

>>30861294
You also forgot /d/ and /v/, but mostly /v/.

>>30861286
>41 C
F

>>30861294
>Not /b/

>>30861308
>>30861310
Yeah...pretty much everywhere that isn't here has it. Kind of odd that we got so many options really.

>>30861317
Trap-posting was present since the beginning of the board m8.
>Rumble
>Marecock
>IWRBTCIM
etc

>>30861370
I meant everywhere that isn't this thread, my mistake.

>>30861269
>They don't have a guest room.
>Will Anon share a room with Celestia or Luna? Twilight will take the other.

>>30861269
You and Twilight spill spaghetti at each other so hard that Luna explodes in a demand of JUST FUCK ALREADY, after Luna is calmed down by Sunbutt they spend the afternoon trying to talk to each other over the sounds of Anon railing Twilight. Eventually the two of them take a break from fucking to thank the teachers, by asking them to join in and show them some more stuff.

>>30860620
Nayaa´s last update was hinting something with Luna

>>30861417
>Twilight also tells you how much she wants to fuck Celestia too not because she is lesbian but thinks student/teacher relationships are hot.
>Celestia hears this while they're fucking.

>>30861380
>Celestia and Luna saunter up to Anon in sexy sleepwear.
>Celestia has a serene white-laced top that covers her generous cleavage while a pair of white booty shorts with the words "Praise the buns" written in gold across her buttocks cling tightly to the gap between thighs leaving nothing to the imagination.
>To finalize her look, a thin, see-through nighty clings to her shoulders by good faith, embracing her curves and stopping just shy of her knees.
>Luna has chosen to where a light grey shirt that is one size too small for her, barely reaching down to her stomach. Her breasts squish against the cotton fabric and her nipples leave small impressions on the surface, hard from the ambient chill in the air.
>Her lower section consists of a pair of thigh high socks, alternating between navy blue and black horizontal stripes, chasing up her legs and leading to the tantalizing sight of a deep V, laced black thong.
>Twilight is barely able to keep her hands out of her pants as she stares opened mouth at Celestia, her legs squirming from the heat between them.
>"So Anon, would you like to sleep with me or my sister tonight? The heater is down so we would need to snuggle all night to keep warm."

>>30861600
>Turn to Twilight and whisper.
"Hey we have to stay here for 5 days and I know you're bi so you want to switch off every other day?"'
>Twilight almost nodded so fast her head looked like a bobble head.

>>30861703
>Not just making a giant undulating sweaty pile of sex to save heat.
So close, but the idea is good.

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>>30852965
>Your body shifts and shakes as the armored van speeds down abandoned city roads.
>You can just make out the dull roar of the engine over the voices of your teammates.
>Your body is crammed into the corner of the back of the van, your head resting on the cold, metal wall. It rolls back and forth with the movement of the van, occasionally tapping against the van door, much to your displeasure.
>Cradled in your arms is your AR-15, complete with standard SWAT modifications; vertical foregrip, reflex sight, and flashlight attachments.
>Your eyes are closed, completely ignoring Breacher's usual pre-op pep talk.
>You do not want to be here.
>You are tired.
>You are angry.
>You are incredibly hung over.
>Because today was your day off.
>At least, it was until someone called in someone called in some info on these arms dealers you've been looking for.
>A hand reaches across from you and nudges your shoulder. You ignore it.
>The hand returns after a brief moment, prodding harder this time.
>"..use. Mouse. MOUSE, WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
>You feel something clamp down on the front of your helmet, pulling you forward before slamming your head back into the metal wall behind you.

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>>30861766
>You open your eyes, ready to sock your harasser in the jaw the moment you see him, only to be blinded by a bright light. Immediately, you shield your eyes.
"MOTHER FUCKER, TURN THAT SHIT OFF!"
>The light doesn't go away.
>Wait, why are you on your back?
>Probing the ground with your hand, you feel... carpet?
>Squinting through the light, you realize you're back in your office.
>Laying on your ass behind your desk next to and overturned chair.
>But the back of your head is still pounding. Must've slammed your head on the ground.
>Man, what a shitty day. It's always one thing or another.
>You take a few seconds to let your eyes adjust before standing up and setting your chair upright.
>You rub the sleep from your eyes and check the time. 3:05. Must've slept through the last bell.
>You turn off the lights in your office and step out the door.
>Luckily, Raven is missing from her desk.
>You'd rather not have to chat with her about Cheerilee anymore.
>You step out of the office and fall in line with the students making a break for the front of the school.
>Some fresh air will do you good.
>You find a seat outside on an empty metal bench near the road, watching cars pull in to the student pick up lane.
>Thankfully, everyone just ignores you. All this human interaction has left you mentally and emotionally exhausted.
>Spending a year alone will do that to you.
>You feel someone sit down to the left of you.
>"Hey Anon."
>God damn it.
>Turning to see who's speaking to you, you pleasantly surprised to see Sunset.
>You suppose it could be worse.
>It could be Bubblegum.

>>30861715
>As you lay with Luna you start to hear this across the hall.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9p0YK-0TVE
>And Twilight moaning.
>Luna looks at you with a mischievous smirk.

>>30861772
"Hey Sunset."
>You turn your attention back to the students getting into the cars.
>"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
>No you're not.
>"It's just that you look a little pale. Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure."
>Pretty sure you're not.
"Just a little tired. I'll be fine."
>You watch as a blonde girl with gray skin runs up to a mini van and opens the passenger side door. She's too close to the van, though, as she slams the opening door into herself.
>She stumbles back a few steps before recovering and hopping into the van, slamming the door on her skirt. The van pulls off as the caught fabric dances in the wind.
>"So listen, I wanted to talk to you about something..."

Just a little bit a cooked up before work to get this thread started off. Had I realized the last thread was about 20 posts away from the limit, I would've saved it for the new thread, but oh well. Enjoy.

https://pastebin.com/N1vBnFih

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>>30861781
>That video.

>>30861766
>At least, it was until someone called in someone called
redundant redundancies.
>>30861772
>behind your desk next to and overturned chair.
an* not and.
>>30861790
Thanks for the update mang, I would have checked your last update, but the thread died before I could get to you.

>>30861825
And thank you for the corrections, I'll fix those right away.

>>30861790
A few notes: what type of AR-15? It's a term generally used to describe a family of rifles, and I think SWAT teams were using the CAR-15 varient (the compact series worked better for their line of work, or it should have). Also, there was time when the M4 was pushed to replace the CAR, and now it seems that everybody's starting to move over to the HK416. In short: AR's are old at this point (been around since 1960s), so a lot of people have upgraded to more modern systems.

>>30861929
Disclaimer; I'm not much of a /k/ommando.
I don't know much about guns aside from the very few I got my hands on during my time in the national guard. I was under the impression that M4's/AR-15's were extremely similar, the only physical difference being that one of them has a slightly shorter barrel by about an inch or two. I was also under the impression that M4's were specifically military, while AR-15's were for citizens and police. Probably wrong about that, though. Before I started this, I simply googled what weapons SWAT forces use and wrote some down. I'll try to look into this more before I touch on firearms again for the sake of accuracy.

>>30862228
....what the fuck?

>>30862049
AR's are more for civilians now, M4's how steadily found their way in to law enforcement hands over the years. The easiest example of this would be the LAPD, which came about as a response to the North Hollywood Shootout. In short, two slavs had homemade body army and AK's and an AR modified to fire full auto and a HK semi-auto rifle (HK 41 variant I wanna say) chambered in 7.62x51 real fuckin' NATO, while the boys in blue had handguns. The body armor was actually effective enough to the point where cops were trying to bounce bullets off the roads to ricochet underneath the gunmen's armor. After looting a nearby store for some AR-15's they were finally able to subdue kill the gunmen. The other big incident that started arming the law enforcement was the 1986 FBI Miami shootout, where a similar situation occurred between bank robbers and FBI, with the agents being pinned down by suppressive fire from rifles and being stuck with a few shotguns, 9mm pistols, and revolvers. It is very safe to say due to these two incidents there was major push for the US law enforcement agencies to start using military equipment, which I can at least confirm for LAPD, who do have M4's within their current armory (among other military things the Army does not want). The Miami shootout also had the effect of S&W creating the .40 S&W cartridge for the FBI, and the FBI switching over to 10mm pistols.
So if you ever wondered why the US police has a lot of military hardware, this is partially the reason.

>>30862279
Dazzle edit from the DrawGod over there.

>>30862279
>>30862297
It's a dazzle edit of a still in The Witcher 3 trailer

>>30862292
Ah, that makes sense. I'll change the paste to an M4 and keep that in mind in the future. Know any good places I can read up on stuff about this?

>>30862544
>>>/k/
A beautiful place

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>>30862577

>>30862544
Pretty much what this guy said: >>30862577
Most of /k/'s activities comes from AR and AK generals as well as bait threads, though if you ask around people are willing to help provide the information you want, as well as argue about it. Just use the general rule of thumb that you should use on 4chan: everyone is a faggot. Unless you're on /co/umblr, that might hurt their feelings.

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>>30862735
Always makes me chuckle.

>>30862577
>>30862784
Thanks, I'll see what I can learn.

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>>30862735
Fuckin kek

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>>30862279

>Nobody becomes a hunter expecting to live a long life.

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>>30864030
Truly inspiring.

>>30861294
You're acting like marecock isn't revered on this board

>>30864068
Are you being sarcastic?

>>30864151
No.

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>>30861790
Sick update negro.

Gave GeistAnon: http://pastebin.com/rpZwgzfe a read, and so far... pretty stupid.
One, Rainbow Dash being a hostile cunt, one of my least favorite Dash tropes. And it doesn't even make sense this time. Like, usually, she's suspicious of the human because he's a strange creature in Equestria, which is racist, but kinda understandable. This time, however, Anon's, from her perspective, just a nerdy goth who sits alone reading all the time. That's hardly threatening behavior warranting suspicion and threats.
Next, we have Pinkie possibly being a slut next chapter, which I hope is just a diversion and it's something innocent.
I don't like random, barely-know-each-other sex. If she's that willing to put out for a friend she's only known for less than a day, than there's no reason every boy in school wouldn't have had a whack at her already. Same if Rarity is randomly taking a liking to him. She can have any boy she wants, so if she's looking for a relationship, she'd be in one way before a loser Anon shows up.
Standards, people. Give the Mane6 standards. I know this is 90% wishfulfillment and that, if a girl had any standards, you wouldn't be able to meet any of them, but for the sake of good story writing, make your characters at least somewhat believable.

>>30864171
What makes it inspiring to you?

It's still too hot at 0500 to sleep, and warming up again...I really want >>30861269 to happen to me right now because then at least I'll be cold. Fuck man, I wouldn't even care about all the girls in the house, I would sleep on the couch if it meant I could be cold.

>>30865578
I'd call you a fag, but honestly if it was ridiculously hot I would skip the sex and sit in a dark corner or something.

Bamp

Bamp

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>>30866461
>>30867155
>>30867838

>>30865163
Yeah, that Dash seems pretty extreme, and all jokes and smut aside, I don't really like the idea that Ponk, or any of the other girls, is a huge slut. Yeah, it takes place in a high school, but stuff like that just kills it for me.

Besides, sex scenes are ten times better with proper build up and legitimate emotional connection between the characters involved.

>>30869339
this

>>30869339
A man with taste.

>>30868905
Sugarcoat a shit.

>>30841882

>Well, he’s a bridge to cross later.
>Right now you have to figure out a way to tell Rainbow Dash why she found in the middle of a trashed skateboard shop trying to murder somebody.
>You could just be up front about it and tell her that you’re a monster hunter and Pinkie is a werewolf.
>After all, she’s already a vampire. She probably knows about other monsters.
“Are burgers still on the table?”
>”Blood,” she mutters with a glassy sort of look in her eyes.
“Huh?”
>Rainbow snaps back to reality, looking to you and the floor with big eyes.
>”That’s, uh, that’s a lot of blood.”
“Well, none of it’s mine.”
>“I know.”
>She sounds almost disappointed.
“So burgers?”
>”Oh, yeah.”
>You take a step forward and end up going right over a little piece of brain.
>Your entire being cringes into itself, transcending the boundaries of the physical realm, as the little squish sounds throughout the room.
>”What’s that?”
“Memory foam. They’re starting to use it in new balsa boards to increase stability during long rides. It’s all in that magazine over there.”
>”Really?”
>Shut the fuck up. Stop asking so many fucking questions. Holy shit.
>This is easily the eleventh worst day of your life.
>Before she can open her mouth again, you turn the eight feet between you into eight inches and extend your hand.
“Shall we?”

>missed trips
Woops, looks like it's time to end my life. Story over, boys.
>>30870778

>She smirks and slaps your palm away.
>”Whatever, weirdo.”
>Side by side, you exit the scene and walk down the street back to Sandwich Monarch.
>As you enter, you’re met by a an overly perky woman in a tight, baby blue uniform.
>”Hi there, and welcome to Sandwich Monarch. How can I help you?”
>The dimples on her pale cheeks compliment her.
>”A booth, doll,” answers Dash.
>”Booth it is! Right this way, please.”
>The woman leads you two away.
>Funny enough, the spot she sits you in is the same spot Rainbow had before.
>The baseball star even takes the same seat with her back to the door.
>It’s for the best, really.
>This way you can keep an eye on the door.
>Once settled, the waitress hands you both a small menu with their item listings.
>”You’re pretty pale,” mentions Dash, not even looking at the sheet. “I wonder what your cheeks would look like with some blood in them.”
>”Gosh, I don’t know. I guess I coul--”
“I’ll have a double half pounder. Same for you, Dash? Rare, I would assume.”
>The way Rainbow looks at you, like you just ruined her lunch, is made even worse by the hint of fang you see popping out from behind her lips.
>That little tooth sinks back into her jaw, and her demeanor shifts as she addresses the waitress again.
>”What he said.”
>”Any drinks?”
“Coffee.”
>”Something red.”

>>30870788

>The woman smiles and takes the menus from you.
>After a slight curtsy, she waltz off and disappears into the kitchen.
>You and Dash sit in silence for a short while, only looking at each other.
“Tense?” you ask, trying to break the ice.
>”I guess I’m just wondering why you tried to ax my friend back there.”
“She was your friend?” you laugh. “Wow, you must be a poor judge of character. Do you know what she did? What she’s capable of?”
>Rainbow raises an eyebrow.
>You swallow hard and lean forward, propping your elbows up on the table and burying your head in your hands.
>After a heavy sigh, you turn slightly to look at the blank, white tiled wall to your right.
”I should start with what I do for a living, huh? I’m sure you can guess I don’t fix printers.”
>”What do you do then?”
“I’m a bounty hunter.”
>”What, like you find people who don’t show up for court and take them in?”
“No, a real bounty hunter. I find people who the system wants to make go away, and I take care of it. It’s really quite lucrative.”
>”You’re being awful open about this, aren’t you?”
“Well what lie can I tell you at this point? I don’t have a choice but to come clean.”
>”Is that what you’re doing?”
>A large amount of yelling breaks your concentration.
>Your attention is pulled from the wall and to the kitchen.
>The door swings open and produces several burly men with their arms wrapped around your waitress.
>She’s kicking, screaming, and crying about something not meant to be heard by decent people.
>The group is followed by a red man in a suit, waving his spatula like a spider who just caught something in its web.
>”I told you ta stay outta the kitchen! You don’t even wohk hea!”
>Her guards open the front door to the store and toss her outside like gutter trash.
>She vanishes into the sea of people, still screaming, but you’re not able to hear it anymore when those same doors close.

>>30870797

>Wait, are you still going to get your food?
>”So, you were saying?”
“Huh? Oh, right. Well, I used to be part of a group. I had this friend. A big guy, really. A nice guy. Best man I’ve ever known. His name was Bulk.”
>”Bulk Biceps?”
“You met him?”
>”I went to highschool with him.”
“No shit? Huh, small world. Anyway, we were on a case one day, following a lead on some chick who threw a few too many parties in the wrong places. That chick? She was the pink girl.”
>Rainbow’s stare is unwavering.
“She killed him, Dash. She took a knife and she put it right in his back. I’ve been looking for her ever since.”
>”Wait, wait, hold on,” she interjects, waving her hands.
>She points at you accusingly.
>”You’re telling me Pinkie Pie killed someone?”
>Somebody doesn’t believe you about a death.
>Wow, what shocking turn of events.
“I know what I saw.”
>The disbelief in her face grows.
>”How’d she do it?”
“I already told you, she put a knife in his back. There was some loud bang, like a cannon or something. Suddenly there was confetti everywhere and Bulk was down.”
>Her eyes widen, and in a hollow tone, she mutters: “The party cannon.”
“The what?”
>”The party cannon. It was her favorite toy back in school.”
“A maniac even back then?”
>She looks down at the table, at her hands, and replies.
>”Well, yeah, she was a little out there, but a killer?”
“Sometimes those closest to us can be the worst of them all.”
>You move forward just an inch, adding “Anybody in this room could be out for head, huh?”
>”Yeah, I guess so. That’s fucked up.”
>Then she meets your eyes again.
>”So why didn’t you kill her in there?”
“Because I didn’t want you to see that side of me.”

>>30870801

>”That side of you?”
“The side that does my job.”
>”The side of you that kills people.”
“People,” you repeat.
>”Do you look them in the eyes when you do it?”
“I’m sorry?”
>”When you kill someone. Do you look them in the eyes?”
>Despite still clearly being in shock over the “development” regarding Pinkie, she seems to be fully invested in your answer.
“If you can’t look someone in the eyes when you take their life, do they really deserve to die?”
>A small smile grows on her lips.
>She knows that too.
>Dash changes position and snakes her hand across the tabletop.
>After prying your arms loose, she loops her fingers around yours and holds your hand tight.
>”I think I’d like to see that side of you.”
“Wow, what?”
>You lean away, pressing your back against the seat cushioning.
>”You heard me. When is your next case?”
“I, um, I don’t,” you trail off.
>That’s out of left field.
“I don’t get it. You want to see me, you know, do it?”
>”I’ve seen a lot of things, Anon. I want to see more. You’ll show me, won’t you?”
>What a fucking freak.
>You knew there was a lot wrong with her, but come on.
>And furthermore, it’s not bad enough she has to be a sadistic vampire cunt, but now she has to drag you into it too?
>Fucked up bitch.

>>30870809

“I don’t know when the next case will be.”
>”You get calls.”
“How did yo--”
>The coffee shop.
>Your mind immediately starts to comb through all your interactions with Rainbow so far too search for any other clues you might have accidentally left behind.
>What else can she use to piece together your goals?
>Nothing stands out, but neither did the coffee shop until she mentioned it.
>Yesterday evening is sort of a blur of pain. Did you leak anything important?
>You did hint at how important Thanksgiving was to you.
>She won’t use that against you though, will she?
>She can’t.
>As far as she knows, it’s just another holiday.
>At worst, she might think you’re a desperate fanboy looking for a hot and steamy Thanksgiving.
>It’s not the best impression you want her having of you, but it’s not code red either.
>You’re going to have to be even more careful around this one.
>Despite what you remember of her from school, she’s clearly smarter than she lets on.
>”So will you?”
“I don’t know. That’s kind of weird.”
>”I like weird.”
>Is this actually bringing you two closer together?
>She really wants to see you kill someone.
>The only problem is, your “someone” tends to be an unholy abomination, not a regular guy walking home from his double.
>It’s drawing her in though. That’s what you want. It’s what you need.
>Maybe you can fake something.
>Yeah, you could manage that.
>You’ll have to anyway, it looks like.
>You’ve seen plenty of her games from the sidelines.
>When she gets that look in her eyes, there’s no stopping her.
“Alright, the next call I get,” you start, “I’ll let you tag along.”

>>30870818

Just another short bit to get things moving. I don't know when the next big boy update will be, but I'm thinking maybe Wednesday. I'll keep my fingers crossed and we'll see how the winds blow. For anybody new to the story and wants to catch up or anybody who already read but wants to do it again, I give you this fully updated pastebin https://pastebin.com/AXpxfVpq

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>>30870801
>She killed Bulk

>>30870818
Jesus Christ, Dash is a fucking freak

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>>30870818
She's kinky

>>30871006
Pretty sure he pulled that whole story out of his ass.

>>30872468
delet

>>30873085
Bump

>>30873831
I'm getting physically sick, please stop.

>>30871236
She eats kids dude

>>30873837
Bump

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>>30854079
Haven't been here in a while
>Alive writefags:
>scianon
Is this bait or a meme gone too far?
>>30870822
>my nigga sea urchin writing something again
I really need to catch up with this thread

>>30874706
Advance necromancy. Check the last thread.

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>>30874711
>it's actually real
MY BODY IS FUCKING READY

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>>30874706
Nayaa updated last thread too, and I think we've picked up a new writer or two like CopAnon. Things are looking up for the thread.

>>30874706
>that sweetie
U-unf

>>30875524
>>30874706
>People will never avoid you because the CMC constantly hit on you when their sisters aren't around.
>They will never do this so often that people think your a pedo that makes them hit on you in public
>The girls will never come and ask you in the hallway right when the CMC start doing their sweet lewd thing at you
>You will never have to back away slowly as Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash pointedly ask why their little ones want to be your cumdumpsters.
>Scootaloo will never blurt out the whole reason they wanted Anon and have been stalking him was because he had a huge cock
>Pinkie will never just say that makes sense, shrug, and walk away saying it was nice to meet you
>You will never be so embarrassed and angry that you'll ask how they know that with their sister right behind you, while asking if they know how much trouble they caused him
>They wont shrug, look at their respective big sisters and say we want him, back off.
>You will never be so confused that you just leave them 6 of them to argue while Sunset, Fluttershy, and Sci Twilight walk you to the library to sit down and talk about what's going on.
>Fluttershy will never meekly ask to see with Nerdlight and Sunset agreeing with, saying its to see why they want it so bad.
>You will never have accidental magic hypno dick powers that you don't know how to use, but gets the attention of any girl that sees it, and seething rage from any guy that sees it.
There, I made a hot and heavy thread prompt for ya'll to use. Someone do it.

>>30875640
Anon should just let them have their way with him.

>>30875524
Hi sea urchin.

>>30875785
He doesn't know how to control it, and he isn't the scummy Anon. He can be...convinced though, by the girls. Though he would then try working with Applejack, Rarity, and Dash against their friends to stop their dickwashing. Only for them to tell Anon to do it anyways.

>>30875854
YAMEROOOOO

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Sketch for something coming later

>>30877182
Who dis?

>>30877182
Mirin' collarbone

>>30877359
Anonymous

>>30877359
My take on Anon in Bite me Once

So what updates are you guys excited for?

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So my update is gonna be 2-3 hours AFTER 10am central, sorry my dudes

>>30879078
F

>>30877652
Very nice, you should do some more sketches

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Continued from: https://pastebin.com/LLukQs1V

>Finding a booth near the seclusion of the street facing windows you slump into your seat with an audible sigh
>Extending your arms in a stretch you stare out the window into the calm streets
>Kind wish there was something to look at besides a few stray cars passing by here or there
>God knows you could use something to distract you
>However it seems the city cares not for your plight as you find nothing interesting to focus on
>So instead you decide to think about your current lethargic mood that seems to be coming into full swing
>You know that you’re, at least now, moderately rested, but that energy you had when you woke up seem to have all but vanished on the car ride here
>Maybe not enough to fall asleep outright, but enough that you’re tempted to ask Luna if you can take another nap in her lap
>With a blink of your eyes you really think about that
>You don’t know what’s worse, the fact that sounds like something you would be interested in doing again, or that you don’t seem to have any qualms with wanting to do so in public
>Maybe you need to workout…
>Have a nice bout of solitude doing something familiar
>Too many days of magic happenings and being around girls has sapped you of your mind
>Yep, that’s got to be it
>Closing your eyes you use the tabletop like a pillow
>The cool wood pressing up against your cheek brings you small comfort
>That little piece of happiness flutters away quickly as you feel someone’s presence
>”Feeling a bit tired?”
>You manage to peel your eyes open and look at Luna as she takes a seat across from you
"Nah, I heard from Pinkie that if you listen to cut wood real close you can hear the sound the tree made when it fell."

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>>30879951
>Luna visage takes on a distinctly amused smile
>”And what does this table sound like?”
>Sitting up straight you furrow your brow in mock wonder
“This tree must’ve fell when no one was around, cause I’m not hearing anything from it.”
>She lets out a small chuckle as she takes her driving gloves off and stuffs them in her pocket
>”Well, if you were feeling a wave of onset exhaustion that’d be completely normal.”
>She stifles a yawn as you inspect the little number flag she brought with her
“That so? I thought it’d be the opposite from how I felt after waking up.”
>There was a little voice in your head saying that maybe something did go wrong and that’s why you were tired and that was making you a bit nervous
>Though you do feel a little better now that she seems to be as sleepy as you are
>”It’s an unfortunate side-effect of how I induce the sleep, it makes everyone want to pass out after half an hour or so.”
>While she takes a sip from her straw she offers another cup to you
>”It doesn’t last for much longer than an hour, but ingesting caffeine can help alleviate it faster.”
>Deciding to take her up on her offer you grab the lidded beverage
>While you don’t usually do soda you think you can make an exception for right now
>Slurping the acidic liquid several questions you completely forgot to ask on the car ride here pop into your mind
>Setting the vaguely rootbeer drink down you point a finger gun at Luna
“So hey, I know we already did the whole dramatic reveal about the past thing, but do you mind answering a few questions for me while we’re alone?”
>Setting her drink down she nods
>”Of course, I’ll do my best to answer any and all questions you have.”

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>>30879959
>Alright, time to dig through that list of questions you’ve been dying to answer!
>Firstly starting with the one that you should probably be the most concerned with
“Can you explain to me the magic regeneration power I apparently have now?”
>Because you REALLY want to know if you’re slowly killing yourself with it
>You need to know if you have a magic cancer or something
>Luna’s face becomes, conflicted
>”That’s a, complicated question.”
>She bites her lip as she stares into the table before making eye contact with you
>”While you have already seen the results of it firsthand let me dispel one misunderstanding before I explain anything.”
>Dispel a misunderstanding?
>Do you not actually have magic regen?
>Her usual focused seriousness shines through as she continues
>”While you may recover from any injuries inflicted upon you given enough time and magic, you should never let it push you into unnecessary danger.”
>Huh?
>With a raised eyebrow you prompt her to elaborate
>She leans back as she crosses her arms atop the table
>”I’ll explain why, but you should ALWAYS keep that in mind.”
>You nod unsurely as she scratches her chin
>With an unsure look herself she points to you
>”Are you familiar with how a machine gun operates?”
>Talk about a tangent
“I know the basics from video games, I guess.”
>She nods reassuring smile
>”Don’t worry; this is a gross oversimplification so that should suffice.”
>She stops to think a moment before grabbing a napkin and pen
>Taking a moment to scribble what you’re pretty sure supposed to be a rough approximation of a browning machine gun she turns it towards you
>”Alright, shooting a gun is an apt metaphor for the act of using energy from the gate.”

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>>30879964
>The gate?
>That’s already there’s another question for ya
>You resist the urge to interrupt however as Luna points to the belt
>”To begin, we can consider the energy from the gate as the bullets for the gun.”
>You do your best following along nod
>Opening her mouth she hesitates for a moment
>”You don’t know what the gate is do you?”
>Well shit, were you that transparent?
“Not a clue.”
>”Do you know where Ms. Shimmer comes from?”
>Ah yea
“Yea, the horse-world-thing through what used to be the Canterlot statue right?”
>She shrugs with a wry smirk
>”The locals refer to it as Equestria, and that place has an energy in abundance not native to our world.”
>She takes a moment to consider something before shaking her head
>”It’s a bit complicated to explain on the fly, so you can just think of it like the locals of her world do, and simply refer to it as, magic.”
>You can almost feel the irritation in her voice as she spits out the word magic
“I guess you don’t really agree?”
>The malice on her face is beginning to show through
>”How any of them can refer to an energy that can almost be classified as a science as, magic, will never cease to amaze me.”
>Oh, alright then
>Wait
“So you’ve been there?”
>With a wistful shake of her head she sighs
>”No, it’s only recently opened up enough for passage through, back when we were heavily probing the gate things beside magic would fall through all the time including books.”
>And more questions
>Holding her hands up she claps
>”However, getting back to the initial question…”
>She points back to the belt
>”Now, for all intents and purposes the magic we draw upon from the gate is limitless.”

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>>30879971
>With a fingertip Luna circles where the belt feeds the bullets into the gun
>”Then those bullets are fed into the receiver, in our case…”
>She points to your pin as it hangs from your sweater pull string
>”The pins that we use.”
>You palm the aforementioned pin in your hand as you glance at it
>”Just like a gun however, if you use your pin too much it can jam.”
>You vaguely recall Discord saying something about that
>Something about clogged systems needing to be cleaned?
“Like if you’re exposed to too much dark magic?”
>You look up from your pin to a surprised Luna who nods
>”Yes, that would do it, though I’ve only personally seen that happen a hand-full of times.”
>She almost begins to drift into thought but reels herself back in beforehand
>”Another way would be from excessive overuse, which is something we’ll come back to.”
>Tapping the trigger she clears her throat
>”Though even with the receiver and the infinite supply of bullets available no gun would fire without the pull of a trigger.”
>She taps her temple with her pointer finger
>”And this is our trigger when using magic.”
>Our mind?
>She crosses her arms with a somewhat dissatisfied frown
>”This is where it becomes a bit less than an exact science unfortunately…”
>You lean forward over the picture and prop yourself up with a hand on your chin
“How so?”
>She rubs her temple as she stares over your shoulder
>”Igi and I could never agree as to what exactly the trigger was though through countless arguements we were able to determine two main hypotheses we believe trigger magic, even if they are somewhat conjecture.”
>She stops to take a sip of her soda and it reminds you to take one of your own

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>>30879977
>”I hypothesized that it was the use of a being’s agency being exerted that activates a specific magic that being knows. For example, say I wanted a napkin from over there.”
>Luna points to the soda machines off on the other side of the restaurant
>”The common exercise of my agency would be to simply get up and acquire one, but if I were to only think about doing so I could instead telekinetically float it over.”
>She crosses her arms as she leans back in her seat
>”Of course, the limitation there is that would only happen if I know how to use magic in a telekinetic way.”
>She points to you with an open hand
>”But the way you can express your agency through magic is severely limited by your lack of knowledge in magic.”
>Leaning forward she palms her chin
>”And that’s where the holes in my hypothesis start to show, but where Igi’s hypothesis comes in.”
>Yea considering you don’t know how to heal yourself or do that dbz shit you did a few days ago
>So how does that factor in?
>She pauses for a moment as if rehearsing what he said before nodding to herself
>”He believed that instead of magic being used as an embodiment of a being’s agency he thought that magic was purely driven by emotion.”
>Hm, you think you can see where this is going already
>”In the previous example he said it wasn’t the act of thinking about floating a napkin over that did so, but the desire that forms from wanting it in the first place.”
>She stops as a sombrero-clad woman sets down a tray of Mexican delights before you
>The two of you say in almost perfect unison
>”Thank you.”
>The server tips her sombrero before walking off with the little flag
>You dip a nacho as Luna unwraps a burrito

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>>30879988
>”He thought that with an intense enough feeling you would basically brute force your way into magically acquiring those napkins.”
>Luna takes a quick bite before continuing
>”This of course was limited only by your natural magical inclination.”
>Woah woah, hold up
>You narrow your eyes as you point a cheesy chip accusingly at her
“What’s a magical inclination?”
>She furrows her brow and thinks between bites of burrito for a few moments before replying
>”Everyone can do what we refer to as basic magic, but everyone who’s actually able to cast magic has their own special way of using it.”
>Who’s been able to cast magic?
>You’re a bit curious as to just what she means but you file it away for after the rest of this explanation
>”In Will’s case, he always tackles things in a head-on way, and relies on split-second decision making in the heat of a fight; which is why he’s able to speed up his thinking with spurts of magically induced spikes of adrenaline.”
>Holy shit, that sounds rad as hell
>”Though that brings about its own side-effects like the horrible crashes he has if he uses it too much.”
>Shaking her head she waves the burrito around limply
>”But even though I digress, this is a great time to segue into the barrel of our metaphorical gun.”
>She points to you
>”The barrel is simply yourself.”
>Wait, it’s just you?
>She stuffs the rest of her burrito nub into her mouth and takes a moment to chew before getting on with it
>”Whether it’s from your feelings or careful consideration of how to use your agency you must conduct the magic into the physical world.”
>You stuff a handful of chips into your mouth as she sips her soda
>”And like the barrel of a gun, you can acquire wear and tear from the mere action of using magic.”

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>>30879990
>”That wear and tear can be minimized just like a gun, but it can also be catastrophic as well.”
>Luna gets somewhat serious as she leans forward
>”An example would be like the excessive overuse from before.”
>She sighs
>”Now it wasn't until a few years ago that I thought the trigger pull might be both Igi and my self’s hypotheses and every magic user is proof of that.”
>While you got the impression they’re both right you have no idea where she’s going with this
>She seems to see you lack of understanding as thinks for a second
>”Tell me, when you get hurt what usually happens?”
>You bleed
>Resisting your first impulse answer you say
“I get mad?”
>She shrugs
>”Ok, but what do you do that everybody unless they’re afflicted with a specific condition does after getting hurt?”
>Uh, something everybody except specific people do after getting hurt do?
>You struggle to think of anything for a few panicked seconds before realizing
“Recover?”
>She nods with a smile while grabbing a hard-shell taco
>”Exactly, do you know why?”
>Well, obviously
“Because our bodies automatically do that?”
>She gives you a slightly amused grin
>”That’s a way of looking at it.”
>Wait you’re confused
“What does this have to do with overuse danger and the barrel of our metaphorical gun?”
>She shrugs as she leans back once more
>” You could say that when you’re hurt there’s an undercurrent cocktail of emotions that constantly influences you.”
>She taps the trigger of the napkin gun with two fingers
>”You could also say the body is doing everything in its power to heal a wound.”
>Ok?
>Where does that lea-oh fuck
“Are you saying that my body could unconsciously use magic to speed up the natural healing process?”
>She glances at the barrel of the gun
>”Do you know what happens to the barrel of a gun after continuous fire?”
.
.
.
End for today, I hope you guys don’t mind what in essence is a lore dump. I’m going to try to update four days from now, till then!

>>30879997
>”Do you know what happens to the barrel of a gun after continuous fire?”
It gets hot. Really hot. Went shootin a while back with my dad, taking turns loading magazines and shooting his FAL. Between us we used 80 rounds, and I was unlucky enough to shoot the last magazine. Barrel shroud was burning my hands through the gloves I was wearing.
That's what you're going for right? Not a gun malfunction like when Anon's piece gets overused from excessive work load that Luna puts on it (if ya know what I'm sayin')

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>>30877182
Done. And while on the topic, what does everyone think of Anon with hair? I know he's usually a bald faceless man but I think a messy head of hair fits this Anon

>>30879990
>spurts of magically induced spikes of adrenaline
Fuck, I was going to do that.
I made a pic and everything

>>30880265
I'm sure I've seen a video of a machine gun being fired until the barrel melted.

>>30880889
I think it suits him due to his lifestyle, he wouldn't look right with a neatly groomed head of jair

For anyone who's reading, would you rather I post 5-6 posts on a regular basis in between life, or 10-12 posts like every fortnight or some shit?

I'll fuck off now

>>30880889
I don't mind people taking some liberties with Anon's appearance. It gets old being a bald, faceless man after a while.
>>30880949
I'd probably opt for the 5-6. How often is that, every couple of days? A week?

>>30880949
Firing a gun until the barrel melts requires a lot of rounds, and extremely heavy use, usually not typical gun usage. Take the Glock 17 for example (it does have polyner components, so it's not all metal): https://youtu.be/ub4OswUhLwo

Takes around 1,300 rounds to fully make the gun unusable, continuous fire for 8-9 minutes. Around 670 rounds the polymer push rod broke.
Keep in mind again this was an extreme situation. Most people aren't going to be firing non-stop except for reload to push the gun to its limits. The comparison that was being made between the gun barrel and magic is alright if it requires the magcal equivalent of thousands of rounds expelled in minutes, pushing the gun to its absolute limits. Otherwise in normal situations the gun will get hot but won't get to the point it will start to melt. It's an extreme situation.

Looking like another update sometime between Wednesday-Friday. See ya then.

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>>30881156
I'm hoping once a week, but I dont want to attempt a schedule due to how busy I can get. I'll be posting something soonish though.

>>30881258
I may have remembered wrong. Someone was continuosly firing thr machine gun, fuck knows how many rounds and the silencer melted.
Very informative post and video though.

Now I'm going to fuck off with a bump.

>>30882148
D-don't leave me senpai. I need someone to talk about guns and ponies :(

>>30880889
Just about perfect. I imagined him being a little smaller since he really seems malnourished to a degree but this is right up there

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You know that feeling when you want to write something but you just recently got hooked on S.T.A.L.K.E.R. again, this time with Russain mods, and turns out the save file you made got corrupted, so you install a different mod and you're debating whether to go through the whole process from the beginning again.
Anybody else know what I'm talking about? I guess here's a picture to appease the thread lurkers.

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>>30883099
I've been trying to write on my free time before work, but I just can't focus on writing unless its on my days off. So now I'm back into New Vegas making my way through the New Vegas Bounties mods.

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>>30883221
...I also have New Vegas installed. With that mod. Fug, now I wanna go do that. What have you been trying to write if you don't mind me asking?

>>30883292
Updates for To protect and serve. Work is really killing my motivation though. Worked past my scheduled hours everyday so far, and by the time I get home I just want to sleep. At least today is my Friday.

>>30883391
Keep at it bud. I have a bunch written, only problem is that I think the majority of it is a mess. Been writing down the parts I enjoy the most, parts that are worth keeping, what themes I would like to explore, and plot/conflict points. Hardest part is hammering out the details in-between, motivation, an standards of quality.

Who's developing a drug habit?

>>30883704
I talked to a recovering/continuing meth and heroin addict last Friday night while drinking in public. Does that count?

Speaking of vidya I finally picked up Sleeping Dogs. It was on sale for $8. I'm having a lot of fun.

>>30883732
No I meant in the stories.
Was he doing well though? I've heard some bad stories

>>30883841
He had just gotten out of 6 months in jail for drug charges and been dodging his probation check-ins so he can get put back in and avoid taking drugs. I also got to learn about drug court and programs to help get addicts back on the right path from the Salvation Army that night from him. Seemed like a really nice guy who was finally tired of being stuck in a loop, and trying to find a way out. Talked about none of his friends wanted to hear him complain about it they just wanted to get high. Kinda put everything in perspective.
I don't think anybody in the stories have found a vice that bad yet, unless you count dark magic as an addictive, yet destructive, drug.

>>30883454
So your writing scenes out before the story has progressed to that point? I've just been writing with the flow, though there are plenty of things I know I want to write out. Seems like it'd be a pain to make sure everything connected properly.

>>30884073
Originally it was more of a "go with the flow", but there was a beginning and an end point. Generally speaking, the best stuff I've written has been more freeform: I have the source material, and I have an idea where I want to go, and I let it all flow out. Problem there is that form works really well for making a natural conversation or trying to explain a point, but it is not the best for telling a story. There are details you will gloss over while talking to someone, points that you take for granted, language rules that you'll ignore because it doesn't flow naturally - too rigid for everyday standards.

Conversations are easy: they're hectic and spontaneous, just like everyday life. Trying to create something with structure, such as plot or narrative, that doesn't feel rigid, forced, or unnatural is hard.

I think I've gotten better at it, but I need to give it another try. Been trying to keep a journal of my thoughts to try and grasp at conveying my ideas down more naturally. Could be about something I've been reading, days events, or just life views. A lot of times what you think often doesn't make sense, so to me it's a great place to practice writing.

>>30884368
That's an interesting idea with the journal. I might try that. Since I can do my job pretty easily while zoned out, I tend to just brainstorm stuff while I'm at work. If I think up an idea I like, I'll try play the scene out in my head, what led up to it, and where it will lead. If I like it, I'll write it in my notes so I can remember it for later.

I actually just thought out a great scene for later in the story.

Alright, gonna try some green out. Hope it takes me somewhere.

>Be Sunset Shimmer
>During lunch you like to sit with the girls and talk
>It is a new school year, but everyone that was a sophomore in Canterlot High was a returning student
>So it didn't make sense when you saw one student sit down at a table all to himself
>While Rarity was talking on about her "inspiration trip" with her family to Hawaii, you studied him more
>The increasing sense in wrongness wouldn't leave
>you turn over to the girls and subtly point over to the isolated student
"Hey girls, you ever wonder why that guy's sits alone?"
>Sunset looked over to where the he sat
>Alone, the green skinned teenager sat hunched over his plate holding his head up with one hand and idly prodding his food with a fork in another
>His hoodie covered his head, but you knew his eyes were half opened, staring off in space than at his plate.
>Applejack's the first to look over her shoulder
>"What are ya talkin bou- woah~"
>Rainbow Dash leaned heavily to the side of Pinkie pie
>"Wait is that Anon?"
>Rarity leans in
>"I believe you're right. Pinkie Pie, you remember everyone you meet, is that him?"
>Pinkie Pie puts down her binoculars and shrugs
>"I remember everyone I meet, but~~ I never got to know Anon."
"Wait, Pinkie Pie never got to be friends with someone? What happened?"
>Rainbow Dash turned with a mix or excitement and anxiety, "He got expelled first day of school, last year. The day we all transferred in, after the first lunch, he was kicked out."
"Wow, that's… something"
>"Somethin'? Yeah, it was somethin' alright. Way I heard it, Snips was trying to pull a prank on the fella when he snapped and slammed the boy into the wall. Threatened to rip off his gonads if he ever messed with him again."
>Rainbow Dash waved Applejack off
>"No, no, you got it wrong. He lifted him six feet in the air and then slammed him on the table said he force feed Snips all his teeth."

>>30885116
>Pinkie chimed in happily
>"Oh, oh, I know this one! He said "Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru" and then a sick guitar rift went off in the background, and then “YOU WA SHAHK!” and then Snips go “N-nani” and then Snips’ head starts to bloat up like a cell phone in a microwave, which you really shouldn’t try out at home, and then…"
>With each story Fluttershy sunk further and further from sight under the table
"But that's really Anon, right?"
>Rarity thought for a second and then nodded
>"Green skin, dark hoody, moody disposition. If that's not Anon, then we have someone whose doing their best to imitate him."
>You mull over your thoughts on Anon
>He sounds like a loose cannon or just an overly macho bully
>You know how Snips and Snails act most of the time, but before you got there two weeks after the school year started, they were just pranksters with too much free time
>They weren't mean, just… don't think… of anything
>But then again, you were a queen bee, so perhaps he can change too. Somebody's just has to extend a hand
"I think I'm going to talk to him"
>"What?" Rainbow Dash exclaims.
>Before she can protest any further, Fluttershy nods
>"I think that's a wonderful idea, Sunset."
>Everyone gives Fluttershy an expectant look, demanding for an explanation
>After realizing she's the center of attention she wilts under pressure
>"W-well, I just think h-he might be lonely after coming back. Everyone needs a friend at some point. If he never makes any friends how can he get better?"
>There's a collective shrug among the girls
>"Whell, gotta give it to ya this time, Shy,” Applejack starts to twirl her finger in the air, “’Friendship is magic’ and all that. So, we gonna rush him all at once?"
"Actually, I was thinking I should go alone this time and then introduce the rest of you later"
>Rainbow Dash points a finger at you, "Alright, but if tries anything, just yell and I'll kick his ass in 10 seconds flat"
>You smile

>>30885118
>It's great to have good friends who can always be there to back you up
>You pick up your lunch tray with your salad on it and walk over to Anon's lone table
>Each step you take closer to him, the bigger he gets
>He's probably 6'2
>And that hoodie does well to make him look even more intimidating, but you still keep a nice, friendly composure
>Now, you're right in front of him, yet he still doesn't notice
"Um, excuse me."
>He tilts his head slightly to look at you
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
>He mulls around waving his fork lazily, "Kinda, yeah, but I ain't gonna try and stop you."
>Well, that works too
>You take your seat across from him and wait a second for him to initiate
>It becomes apparent he might wait you out, so you pick up the conversation
"So, my name's Sunset Shimmer"
>Seconds pass by without him even signaling he's going to respond
>Your welcoming demeanor morphs into nervous, awkward anxiety
>Finally, he shrugs
>"Anon"
>He uses his right hand to rub his face in large exaggerated movements, before pulling it down and holding up his chin
>He gives you a short once-over
>"Nice jacket"
"Thanks"
>Then he sighs and stares off at nothing
>Great
>Not only have you totally lost all your momentum, but you don't have a clue how to proceed.
>Topics, topics, let's see… he's new here
"So how are you finding all your classes easy? I can show you around."
>"I'll manage"
>How curt
>Looks like he's definitely not going to make this easy
>But that’s fine, since friendship is always worth it
>Right?
>Right
>School has plenty of things to talk about
“Are you looking forward to any of your classes?”
>”Nope”
"..."
"Are you interested in any clubs?"
>"Nope."
"Umm, are all your teachers nice?"
>"Yup"
"...How do you like the school?”
>”Fine”
>You give an exasperated sigh
>You are trying SO hard
>Scrambling to find something else to talk about, some ice breaker
>You gaze across his untouched plate of lasagna

>>30885120
>Unintentionally, your voice cracks
"Is the food good?"
>He gives you a flat look
>He tilts his head up straight and slicing a chunk out of the pasta with his fork, before taking a slow bite
>After chewing for a second he exhales through his nostrils
>"Meh"
>He continues slowly moving his jaw staring straight at you before drifting off to looking away, out in space
>This was not ideal
>Sure, you don't have anything to gain by sticking it out, but Princess Twilight had faith that you'd continue her lessons in this world
>You collect yourself
>You must not give up
>You must become Anon's friend
>You just need to-
>"You’re Anon, right?"
>You look to the right over your shoulder
>Flash and two of his friends were standing just over your shoulder
>Anon still looks away from everyone
>He shrugs and sighs in a dramatic fashion
>"Eeyup"
>"We need to talk"
>Now he turns to face Flash, then puts both palms of his hands on the table
>"Well…. I'm not going anywhere"
>"Good", Flash looks over to you and says in a sincerely and considerate tone, "I hope we weren't interrupting anything"
>It felt as though he didn’t really care about whatever conversation was going on between you or Anon, but he really did care about not disrupting whatever you were doing
>It’s sweet of him, but honestly, you wish you had something for him to interrupt to begin with.
>You exhale a sigh of defeat
"Nope. Nothing at all"
>"Mind if I…"
>He gestures his hand over to your spot right in front of him
>Wordlessly you scooch over letting Flash take a seat, while his posse resolve to just stand, so this might not take long

>>30885122
>"So, Anon"
>Anon starts tapping his fingers on the table in a slow, yet non-rhythmic fashion
>"Soooo~. Me."
>Flash stops for a second, before picking back his pace
>"So, some friends and I have been listening and talking it over with some of the other students around here."
>He points at the green skinned kid
>"Your incident in last year has us pretty worried. None of us here want any trouble."
>He exhales and smirks
>"We know if you try anything again you'll be expelled for good this time, but…"
>Anon's tapping gets louder and more rhythmic
>Flash looks at Anon's hand and then back to Anon's seemingly uncaring demeanor on his face
>"We don't know what sort of damage you'll do if you throw a tantrum again. You're sort of a, big guy."
>Anon swallows his food and then takes smaller bite of lasagna
>"And, you don't look like the kind of guy who cares about teachers or the principal. You probably don't care about what happens at school at all. So we thought, we’d take a step further and give you something you could care about. Here’s a warning"
>Anon keeps chewing
>"Don't go trying to start any trouble," Flash points back at himself, "Or you'll have to deal with us."
>There's a pause. Anon's hand stops tapping. His jaw stops moving. All that could be heard around us is our own breaths
>You've never seen Flash like this
>So strong and assertive
>He's always been protective of Canterlot High and Middle School
>He cared about the students
>He was the only one who really got in your way as supreme bitch of the school
>He never tried to lay a finger on you, but he always tried to get tangled in the way and try to smooth things over
>You think, no. You know, he was only going to date you for a while just to try and weigh you down
>But threatening violence, this was different.
>Anon must really have him spooked
>Flash's left hand is off to the side and holding the table in its grip
>You watch it tense and relax over and over

>>30885126
>You were getting pretty nervous about how he's going to respond too, maybe even a bit scared
>Finally he breaks the silence
>He spoke, his mouth full
>"Nihce jahket"
>All the tension quickly morphed into uncertainty
>Confusion was painted on all of our faces
>Flash hesitantly answers, "Thanks?"
>And as suddenly as we were shocked we were surprised yet again
>Anon spits his food and a white and red mess splatters on Flash's cheek
>To his credit Flash was the only one who didn't flinch or jump
>In just a second, his friends were about to jump the table, but Flash stood up and sprung his arms out to stop them
>Anon blows out a quick puff of air, before his palms were up, shaking his head, and smiling
>"Don't worry bout me, friend. Cross my heart, I won't start a single thing, but,”
>He looked straight into Flash’s eyes
>”If anybody tries to come at me, I won't hold back"
>Your head turns to look at Flash
>His friend's faces were directed at Anon, but their eyes were on Flash
>His face was calm with only the subtle grinding of his teeth betraying his stoicism
>Flash slowly claws the food off his face and the in one curt motion slams it on the table
>"Just keep your damn nose clean"
>And with that he waved his hand and moved out
>His friends looked back between Flash and Anon before slowly following behind
>Now it's just you and him
>You look back at Anon, who's just picking food out of his teeth with a finger before flicking it away
>He sighs, before acknowledging you
>"I think you and I are done here."
>You just stare at him, trying to keep up with everything that just happened
>After few seconds, he slouches forward and makes a single sweeping motion with his hand
>"Go"
>You pull yourself out of it and dully pick up your tray

>>30885130
>You turn and walk away from the table swiftly, but not too fast
>Only now did you realize that the entire scene that happened before you actually had an audience
>Soft murmurs can be heard everywhere as people look around you towards Anon's table
>You reach your friend and mechanically sit yourself down
>All the girls looked at you expectantly, while you stared into the table
"So…"
>You open your hands
"That just happened."
>You look up at them
"Who's going up next?"

>>30885134
And that's all for now. I hope to make more soon. Please tell me how you feel. Sorry, if I make some errors, but I did try to correct in Word.

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>>30885116
Let me sleep reeeee

>>30885145
That's not happening tonight.
>>30885137
It's pretty good so far. The only thing that I'm having some trouble with is the "inspiration trip," and what that entails. You also seem to do punctuation at random, unless it's a question. Only criticisms so far. No glaringly obvious mistakes with grammar or spelling. Looking forward to more.

>>30885168
>In Rarity's words
>"Inspiration trip"
>Everyone else's
>"Family vacation"

>>30885173
Ahhhh, that makes more sense. Thank you.

>>30885134
>Still Sunset
>The bell for 3rd period rung almost immediately after you sat down with the girls
>Everyone splintered off to shuffle to their next classroom, but you and Fluttershy walk a bit more slowly than the crowd over to your next class
>Since you both have World History together
>You both quickly find a table together at the back
>You easily get out the book, a note book, and a pencil
>Not that you'll be writing anything down, but just so you look like you're writing something down
>Mr. Caballeron can be a bit… grumpy when he feels nobody is taking his class seriously
>Honestly he's not that bad, but when everybody comes to class without reading the text it always boils over to the same tirade that eats up half the class time
>>"You are given a chance to learn real history and you waste it" yadda yadda
>>"You lazy dog deserve nothing. You have all been given a million legacies to reclaim, yet you do not reach" blah blah blah
>>"It's Dr. Cabelleron to you" "I didn't get a PhD to be called mister" etc etc
>Again, not that bad of a teacher, but he always gets caught in a loop
>Fitting that he's a history teacher
>Whatever
>At least you could talk to Fluttershy if your classmates actually read the homework this time
>You look at all the other faces around you
>Okay maybe you could keep an ear out for whatever he's saying while you talk with Fluttershy
>You turn to see Fluttershy has the same game plan you do, as she's already facing you to talk
"So, Fluttershy"
>Fluttershy's smiles softly
>"Yes, Sunset"
"You saw everything during lunch right"
>Her smile weakens, before she nodded, "I couldn't hear much, but I saw what Anon did."
"Right…. Um…"
>You want to explain it all right now, but you fumble trying to think out how to tell her everything correctly
>Hard to tell her how Flash was threatening Anon in a good light, right now.
>Maybe it'd be best to table this conversation until you and the girls could all hang out together

>>30885491
"Want to meetup at Sugarcube Corner with the girls after school."
>"Oh, of course, I always have some spare time after school"
"Just wanted to make sure you didn't have to volunteer immediately."
>"This semester, I get to work at the animal shelter on Tuesdays and Thursdays"
>You are suddenly reminded it's only second Monday in the semester
>With you're new friendship challenge lying before you, you're suddenly weighed down with an early onset of fatigue
>"Sunset, are you alright. Did I say something wrong?"
>You sigh and put on a smile
"Don't worry Fluttershy, I'm alright. I'm just… not excited for the semester"
>Fluttershy leans in and grabs your hands
>"Well don't worry about it. Whatever happens next you'll always have your friends to help you."
>You body feels a bit lighter
"Thanks Fluttershy, it's-"

>>30885493

>"Good afternoon class"
>You and Fluttershy immediately snap your head forward
>Mr. Cabelleron walks in with his brown briefcase
>He does well to cover his slight limp on his right leg, but ever since Dash mentioned it once, you can't stop noticing it
>She said something along the lines, "Those who can't do, teach" or something to that effect
>Really does explain almost every teacher with a short temper, which makes it feel a bit tragic, but you can't really do anything about it
>He drops his case off in a corner desk walks back over to the front chalkboard
>"I assume you all know what we will be talking about today?"
>He starts walking down the row of tables slowly
>Each student in his vicinity keeps looking down or slightly away
>"You all did do the reading, correct?"
>His tone starts putting more students on edge
>Honestly, the rants aren't scary so much as tedious and boring
>But he'll still do it anyways
>"Last week,"
>He's halfway through the first column before he becomes more intrusive and leaning over his students and moving into their line of sight
>"It was on chapters six and seven.”
>His arms crossed behind his back, swooping slowly left to right, between rows.
>”You all were supposed to do the reading"
>This was starting to become unbearable
>You look around and shake your head, but before you can put your hand up, someone else beats you to the punch
>"It was about early Rome, sir?"
>Cabelleron looked around and smiled
>"Thank you, Mr Atom."
>The pressure over the class is slowly peeling off
>"It is good to have students who can simply do as they are told. All you must do is read and learn"
>Slowly
>"You should all learn from Mr. Atom's example and perhaps you will find the world an easier place"
>Oh, so slowly"
>"Now then, let us begin today's lesson…"

>>30885497
That's all for now.

Do you guys mind these extended scenes? It technically adds nothing to the "drama", but I felt it gives a feeling of context to the position of the characters. Often times high school greens are just treating school like a bar where people hang out and then leave. Or make it feel like an office space. But if nobody cares I won't bother spending time on these just for immersion if nobody wants it.

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>>30854079
Aw, I'm not OP-worthy yet?
Just popping in to say that I have an idea for how I want to take the next part of Greetings From Turnabout, so expect it either today, tomorrow, a week, or never ever. Maybe. I don't know. If I don't deliver this thread, please excuse my attention whoring. Since I'm already being a faggot, I'll repost the pastebin while I'm at it:
https://pastebin.com/JybVNSUp

>>30885505
I don't mind the extended scenes.
I think they do add to the immersion quite a bit.

>>30885505
I'm looking forward to more

>>30886192
>>30886216
Right on

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>>30885628
Godspeed

>>30885497
>Third period got a lot easier after that first brunt of Mr. Cabelleron’s ego
>The rest of the period he was explaining the everyday life of early romans
>Interesting stuff when compared to Equestria, but you couldn’t concentrate too well
>Every now and then when you think you’re paying attention the image of Anon spitting at Flash just sticks out in your mind
>It’s so crude, antagonistic, shocking
>And you were trying to befriend him?
>Maybe it might be impossible to get close to him
>Some people were born wired differently
>You’ve never met a filly or colt who’d do anything like that
>You and Fluttershy split ways out of the door and you moved by yourself to your last class for the day, English 3 with Mr. Pants
>You smile a bit
>Easy class with a nice teacher, is the best you could hope for to end the school schedule
>All you have to do is read and write in the language you already speak
>And Mr. Pants actually makes it easy
>All the desks are arranged in a semi-circle, with the open end towards the whiteboard Mr. Pants usually stands in front of
>He walks into class with his usual long, fluid strides, as if he was coming straight out of a kid’s movie
>”Alright class, today’s lesson will be one you should be able to use for the rest of your lives.”
>His voice was a perfect mix of upper standing sophistication, yet loose and restrained
>As he talks, he roams around the center space giving eye contact to each teen he passes
>He stifles a chuckle, “I know many of you have encountered this before, where you have a friend who talks a lot, but has very little to say”
>He gives a knowing smile as there a light wave of snorts and chuckles in agreement
>”These people, maybe some of them in this classroom, think more is better, and many times that’s true. However, in most occasions less. Is. More.”

>>30887548
>”I, have once read book, where the author spent nine or ten pages describing the darkest, spookiest hallway in the world. I don’t know about any of you, but I would find myself hard pressed to think of a time, appropriate, to spend half an hour to describe a room you can’t see. And most in academia, and this goes for the creative arts as well, find it hard to bear long over exaggerated run-ons.”
>He moves over to the white board and takes out a marker and uncaps
>”So, we are going to exercise for now, not when to, but even how to use less words, while maintain the message of a sentence”
>He starts writing on the whiteboard
>”’I walked half-an-hour to the grocery store and bought as many freshly made chocolate cakes as physically possible from the man behind the counter, three weeks ago, with my two good friends, because I was very, very hungry’.”
>”We will all have to rewrite this sentence over and over again for the next twenty-five minutes, however,” he points upwards, “Every time you must remove a single word or replace two of them with one.”
>He quickly walks over to his desk in the back corner of the room, and fishes out a timer and a notebook
>”Everybody has a pencil and paper ready?”
>There is a bunch of nodding from the class
>”Wait,” You hear just outside of your peripheral along with some book shuffling and paper crumpling. After a second it was followed up, “Alright, now I’m good”
>From the corner of your eye you see a thumbs up
>Mr Pants smiles
>”Very well, let us begin-“
>The classroom telephone rings

>>30887553
>Your teacher purses his lips before answer and huffs
>”Mr. Fancy Pants’ classroom, number 218. Fancy Pants speaking”
>You hear only squeaking from where you were sitting, but you still had a sinking feeling about this
>”Yes,” he nodded again, “Yes. Very well, I’ll send her right away”
>He gently places the handset down onto the handle
>”Ms. Shimmer, Principal Celestia wants to have a word with you”
>There’s some giggling and few long “Oooo”s had at your expense
>Seriously, what is this, magic kindergarten?
>”Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just a friendly chat”
>You start to get up, but before you walk away, Fancy Pants speaks up, “You can take your things with you, just in case Ms. Celestia keeps you till class is over. Now, then let’s begin. Time starts now.”
>You ignore the sighs of jealousy and quickly pack your things into your bag before heading out of the classroom
>Heading to the closest stairwell and making your way to the front of the school was a fast and simple process
>As soon as the old receptionist lady at the front desk saw you, she smiled, “You’re Sunset, right?”
>You nodded
>The elderly woman smiled and pointed behind her
>”Good, Principal Celestia’s office is right down the hall to the right, sweetie”
“Thank you”
>You walked briskly to the doorway before taking a deep breath in
>You’re not in trouble, but this still doesn’t feel good
>You knock twice
>”Come in”
>You slowly bob your head, turn the knob, and lean in
>The door gives out just a bit too easily and swings in, leaving you not quite off balance, but still feel a little unprepared for the light headedness from the unexpected momentum
>Principal Celestia stands up and waves you in
>”Sunset, please, come in and take a seat”
>You smile and swing your bag down by the chair, before sitting down

>>30887561
>As you try to settle in, your slightly upset to find you can’t get comfortable
>It’s one of those ornate chairs that are good to look at, but impossible to appreciate in action
>Don’t know why you bother, when you’ve done this a hundred times before
>”Thank you for seeing me during class, Sunset. I know you take your classes seriously.”
>You smile and wave down
“It’s no problem at all, Princess”
>Celestia gives you a subtle, cheeky smile
“I- I mean Principal. Principal Celestia,” You stammer.
>She chuckles softly, (in a very polite, princessly manner), “Don’t worry Sunset. I’ve read your revised records. It’s quite alright.”
>You blush with embarrassment and rub the back of your neck
>Now that you were on good terms with your mentor’s other worldly counterpart it’s hard not to mix them up
>”Is the new year treating you well so far.”
“Yes, Ms. Celestia”
>She smiles, “that’s wonderful to hear,” she pauses to sit up, “but,”
>”I heard there was an incident earlier today, during lunch”
>Immediately, you were ready to wave your arms and deny everything, but before you could panic
>”Don’t worry. I know it’s not your fault and nobody is getting punished”
>You let your posture slack a bit
>For an instance in time, you felt a wave of near nostalgia or something like the reverse of it
>Only a year ago you would’ve felt angry, defensive, mean. It just feels so alien to you right now, after spending a year reformed.
>” I just want to hear your side of the story and thoughts on the matter”
“Umm, alright”
>You try to explain, slowly, what happened at lunch as briefly as possible, not delving into Flash’s threat or dwelling on Anon’s body language the entire time.
>As you talked, Celestia held her fist in front of her mouth and betrayed no emotion behind a stone-cold mask
>After you finished, a pause lingered the air

>>30887568
>She mulled on her thoughts before asking, “Sunset, tell me what you think about Anon?”
“He’s uh, big… tall… wants be left alone.”
>Celestia looked up and sighed
>”There’s not much I want to disclose about Anon. His record is not for me divulge, until an immediate situation calls for it, however, I will tell you this from what I’ve heard.”
>She leans back
>”Anon used to be a brat. Rowdy, lively, and reckless. He always got into trouble. Skipped classes. Everything you’d expect from someone who gets into scraps, but now...”
>”Things are different,” Celestia sits back up straight, “I was told in confidence, that Anon’s had more than his fair share of hard times as well, and has been struggling with it. Anon’s start, last year, was unfortunate. He was at his most vulnerable and the school board wanted to start the year off strict, to dissuade anymore trouble.”
>”It could have been easy to send him off to another school after his district expulsion wore off, but I fought the chair to bring him back here, because I trust Canterlot High to be the friendliest, safest place to foster student growth and learning.”
>”Aside from the occasional magic catastrophe,” Celestia winked
>You felt a light sinking feeling, but expelled that from your mind to keep up with Celestia

>>30887581
>”Sunset, I don’t need you to be his friend, but he does need assistance getting himself together. There’s only so much I can do for him as his principal, so if you are willing to, I need you to do whatever you can, ordinary or extraordinary, to help Anon.”
>She stops to give you time to think, but you don’t need much to respond
“Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll do everything I can with the help of my friends”
>You miss your slip, but Celestia doesn’t, though she doesn’t comment on it
>Now, she only smiles in a genuinely happy and proud moment
>She tries to contain her enthusiasm, merely saying, “It is positively wonderful to have you here at Canterlot High, Sunset. It’s so great to see how you’ve grown”
>You blush under the praise
“T-thank you”
>In a soft, yet firm tone, she says, ”No, thank you, my most brilliant student,” she takes a deep breath, stealing only a gentle glance at the clock, “Now, is there anything, you need?”
>You mull over her question for a second
“Where should I start?”
>Celestia presses her finger over her mouth, thinking about it before offering, “There is a man you could talk to about Anon. His name is Iron Will and he owns a gym downtown. You could talk to him for more information, but I don’t think you should bring it up with Anon or he might feel defensive.”
>You nod,
“Iron Will’s gym, right?”
>”Exactly, and see Iron Will himself”
“Alright, Princess, I’ll do my best.”
>You miss your slip up again and Celestia tries her hardest to not fawn or sway
>”I’m sure you will. Thank you.”
>She gets up and walks over to the door, while you pick up your bag. Celestia opens the door for you to head out. After one last goodbye you depart and wave as you pass the receptionist.
>there’s only fifteen minutes left of class, so you can probably skip out on the last bit of English

>>30887587
>You leave the front door and stand before the open courtyard, and flip open your phone, before texting your friends to meet you at the Sugarcube corner.
>After you send, you put it away and take a seat at one of the benches out front and deflate
>Today was going to be the start of a very long week

Holy shit I've written a lot today. Been brainstorming a few ideas, spitballing some scenes, and mildly listing some stuff, but only today do i write. Fack man, whoever says sleep makes you more productive is a fucking liar. Tell me what you guys think as you read and if I'm making too many mistakes of a certain kind, tell me so I can look for them in Word

>>30887607
>All this green
Shit dude, I got stuff to do today. I'll let you know what I think when I get around to reading it.

>>30887607
Just a lack of periods outside of conversations and sometimes in conversations. Also, this part right here:
>It’s so crude, antagonistic, shocking
>And you were trying to befriend him?
should be combined, separated by a semi-colon. Starting a sentence with "and" generally means that it has some relevance to the previous statement and meant more as an afterthought of the topic (what a semi-colon is meant to convey in written speech).

Only other criticism is that you should also watch where you're placing commas and how it affects the flow of your conversations.

Also, was Mr. Fancy Pants meant to say more here:
>”Very well, let us begin-“
or was that it? It's an odd place to have an interruption because the sentence itself can end perfectly well right there. What would help it is a description afterwards whether or not he's in mid-sentence and gets cut-off by the phone. Punctuation matters, it's the difference between "stop clubbing baby seals" and "stop clubbing, baby seals."

Other than that, keep chugging away. It's enjoyable and I like it so far.

>>30887747
I'll try to keep writing as much as i can soon. I just need more coffee and beer

>>30887805
Will do. I'll watch my phrase breaks
I broke the comma rule, i think once or twice to deliberately throttle the conversation once or twice. I try to figure how to show inflection and pace change in speaking, but stopping to tell you in the middle of the sentence feels too intrusive.

>”Very well, let us begin-“
here I wanted to show a sharp stop, with no time to pause between him saying begin and me to introduce the phone ringing
If I said:
>"Very well, let us begin."
>But upon very second he started the timer, the phone rung out in intrusive indifferance"
Comparatively, I feel like I give the reader too much time to breath between actions if I ended on a peroid mark. But that's just how I feel. Am I wrong?

>>30887866
You could do something like:
>”Very well, let us begin.“
>As the last words leave his mouth, the school phone rings out across the classroom.
It sort of is a stylistic choice, but the way the sentence is now it leaves it as a sharp interrupt in mid sentence. You could try cutting off the sentence earlier, say around:
>"Very well, let's-"
>The classroom telephone rings.
Personally, that would work better; it shows that he is being interrupted rather than leaving it ambiguous whether or not the following events are interrupting him mid-sentence or immediately afterwards.

>>30885628
No, you just missed the thread rule explanation last time, if you post an update this thread then we throw you up there. New writefags need two threads of content drop to be eligible, and they must be back to back as well.

>>30887899
>You could try cutting off the sentence earlier, say around:
>>"Very well, let's-"
>>The classroom telephone rings.
>Personally, that would work better; it shows that he is being interrupted rather than leaving it ambiguous whether or not the following events are interrupting him mid-sentence or immediately afterwards.
Right, that sounds good

>>30888013
I think it might be best just to have a pastebin to explain the thread rules if you can't fit it in the OP; it would help to clarify things for newer writers. You could put it under the label "aspiring writefags."

>>30870822
Alright, so not Wednesday. Tomorrow for sure though. Probably.

I can't believe Sea is dead.

>>30887607
[Desire to read more intensifies]

>>30865163
>I don't trust you, Anon, I know you're up to no good," hisses Dash, poking Anon's chest.
>Anon's raises a brow.
"And... why don't you trust me, exactly?"
>"Because you haven't participated in any of the breakout lunchroom musical numbers!"

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>>30890104

Here is one I wrote waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back. https://pastebin.com/8BB4kmgm

Late night bump with a bump: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UY6w0Zw6bbk
>>30890707
Dang, I remember reading this, and then the sequel. Noice

>>30890707
Oh my god I fucking remember that.
The ending made me so fucking mad.

>>30891987
>>30891434

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Looks like the update will be ready tomorrow. Sorry about the wait, I completely forgot that Destiny 2 released a few days ago, so now I'm trying to juggle writing and shooting aliens.

>>30893334
Are you coming back to the incest thread by any chance and make that cop Aunt story?

>>30893494
I want to go back at some point, but it probably won't be anytime soon. Trying to write two stories at once killed my motivation for one of them, really dragging it out. Maybe in a few months I'll take a short break to do something.

>>30890707
Thanks for posting that. The rage I felt from the end helped me break a new PR.

>>30893527
cool.

>>30893892
>Now I can lift the bar

>>30894016
No, now I'm 10lbs away from 1pl8 on OHP

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I've been a bit busy doing commissions, but here's a small preview of the next update

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>>30894545
>not chicks with dicks
Pleb

I'll be waiting m8

>>30894545
Who are you doing next?

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>>30895056
I don't know who Nayaa is doing but I just did >>30890707. His story spoke to me.

>>30895463
Pretty fucken sick mate, you thinking of doing anymore?

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>>30890707
I remember this story

>>30895483
Well I did >>30884210 and >>30888549 in the draw thread. I'd like to do more, but to be honest I haven't read many stories where an actual human comes into my mind instead of standard Anon. There's SciAnon, but I've already done one for him anyway. If there are any greens you want to suggest, go ahead.

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>>30895463
He looks like Samurai Jack.
Neat.

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>>30895510
Nayaa drew this, maybe you could try one of those designs? Theyre sketches from what the writefags described i think?

>>30888565
F

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NAYAA ARE YOU OKAY?
NIGGA THAT WAS AN 8.4

>>30890707
Kerb!

>>30896218
Which is which again?

>>30897176
Doing fine actually
Just a bit tired
Shit caught us off guard

>>30898050
Check the last thread

SCI UPDATE WHEN

"Oh? And what would that be?"
>Please don't ask about the scar.
>"I wanted to apologize on behalf of Rainbow. She shouldn't have just thrown that out at you."
>She's apologizing for her friend?
>"Please don't hold it against her, she's a good person. She's just not all that... sensitive sometimes."
"So why isn't she here apologizing?"
>You can see her shift nervously in her seat.
>"She doesn't think she did anything wrong."
"Is that so?"
>Yeah, she seemed like the thick-headed type.
"I suppose she didn't."
>"What? So you're not mad at her?"
>You lean back against the bench, cross your arms and legs, and turn back to Sunset.
"I get a lot of people asking about it or staring. It didn't bother me at first, but after a while, it started to seem like it's all anybody saw in me. It's just frustrating is all."
>Sunset's smile falters just a little.
>"I get it. I used to be a pretty nasty person, but then I changed. Some people still see the old me, but it's not as bad as it used to be. I know it's not the same thing, but I know what it's like for people to focus on the ugly."
"You? A bad person? I don't know if I believe that."
>"It's true. It's a long story, but I used to be the school bully for a few years."
"Huh. No offense, I kind of had you pegged for the mean girl type when we I first saw you, but after talking to you for a bit? You seemeed like a pretty nice girl."
>Your compliment causes her smile to bounce back to prominence.
>"None taken, and thanks! It all turned around for me when I met my friends."
"your friends? Yeah, they seem like an interesting bunch. Especially Bubblegum."
>"Bubblegum? Oh, you mean Pinkie! Yeah, They're great. I don't know what I'd do without them."
>A faint buzzing is heard coming from Sunsets pocket. She reaches into her jean pocket and pulls out her phone to read a message.
>After a quick glance at her phone, she stands and pockets her phone.

>>30898799
>"Well, my friends are waiting for me. I guess I'll talk to you later?"
"Sure. Hey, so Celestia is putting me on the roster for that teacher councilor thing tomorrow. So, you know, feel free to sign up."
>"Okay, I'll tell my friends too. See you tomorrow!"
"Yeah, see you."
>Sunset steps off towards the parking lot behind the school, occasionally waving at any students she crosses.
>You watch her go for a few seconds before turning your attention back to the cars.
>You find it hard to imagine Sunset as a bully. She seems so nice.
>If her friends are what turned her around, they can't be bad either.
>Rarity and Applejack seemed very polite.
>Skittles seems like she might get on your nerves.
>Bubblegum is gonna give you a heart attack.
>Wasn't there someone else there?
>...
>No one comes to mind. Guess not.
>Well, they did mention that Twilight girl.
>Wonder if you'll be meeting her soon.
>Sunset seems to enjoy talking with you, so it seems likely.

>>30898806
>As the traffic in front of the school dies down, most students having left, you decide it's time for you to leave as well.
>You stand and make your way over to the faculty parking lot.
>About half the cars that were parked this morning are now gone.
>You hop in your cruiser, start the engine, and begin the drive home.
>Fifteen minutes later, you pull into the parking garage for your apartment building and park next to your old 2008 mustang.
>You turn off the engine, lock the doors, make your way to the lobby.
>You head straight to the elevator and ride it up to the fifth floor. Once there, you make your way to the last door at the far end of the hallway.
>Room 514.
>Home.
>You unlock the doorknob lock and deadbolt and step inside your sanctuary, immediately re locking both of the locks as well as putting the door chain in place.
>With the gate to your personal fortress secure, you make your way to your bedroom.
>You strip out of your uniform and vest and change into some grey sweat pants and a black tank top.
>You toss the dirty uniform into the laundry hamper and lay your vest out on top of your dresser, then you make your way back into the living room.
>You turn on a single lamp in the corner of the room before crashing down on the couch to thoughtlessly continue your marathon of The X-files.
>After about six episodes, you catch yourself slipping off to sleep. You pause the show and get comfortable right there on the couch before drifting off to sleep.

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>>30898684

>>30898811
>The morning dew covering the school lawn glows as the sunlight strikes it.
>The sound of engines, car doors opening and closing, and the sounds of students talking with one another fills the air.
>You walk towards the portal, the usual hang out of you and your friends.
>You're glad the school was able to raise enough money to have the Wondercolts statue fixed after the friendship games. It would have been hard trying to explain all the crazy magical adventures that have been going on around here to Anon.
>Plus, you just feel better knowing that crack in the portal was sealed up.
>There's no telling how much rogue magic made it's way through, though. You and your friends have been vigilant for any signs of magic popping up, but it's been a while since you've seen anything.
>As you step up to the statue, you drag your hand along the cement pedestal as you step around to the back of the statue.
>Rounding the corner, your friends come into view.
>Rainbow is leaned up against the bottom of the statue, catching a little bit more sleep before the day starts.
>Pinkie and Rarity tap away at their phones, ignoring everything else.
>Fluttershy sits on the ground with her hands in her backpack in front of her, trying to sneakily play with Angel without revealing him.
>Applejack chows down on a strudel while reviewing some homework.
>And Twilight is...
>Still missing.
>That's it. Today is the day you get her to talk about this.
>But first...
"Morning girls."
>"Mornin, sugarcube."
>"Oh, good morning, Sunset."
>"Good morning!"
>"Good morning, dear."
>Rainbow just groans.
"Alright, up and at 'em, girls. We gotta run by the office."
>"What for, Sunny?" Pinkie asks as she bounces to her feet.

>>30898815
>"She told us yesterday, Pinkie. She wants us to sign up for counseling with Officer Anon." Answers Rarity.
>"Ooooooh, right. You know, Sunny, you seem awfully interested in this Anon guy..."
>"Don't tell us yer chasing after older guys now, too. First Twilight, and now you..."
"What? No, it's not like that!"
>Rarity steps behind you and wraps her arms around you.
>"Oh, there's no need to be shy, dear! I have a thing for men in uniform as well."
"Look, I just think he's an interesting guy. I just wanna get to know him, that's all."
>Rainbow wakes from her slumber. With a yawn and a stretch, she climbs to her feet.
>"Mmmm. What are we yelling about now?"
>"Nothing Dashie! Just that..." Pinkie pulls Rainbow close and whispers something in her ear.
>Rainbow just stares at you with a skeptical look on her face.
>Finally, Pinkie finishes her whispering.
>"Ugh, not you too!"
"I DO NO-"
>Fluttershy stands up, puts her backpack on her back, and places a comforting hand on your shoulder.
>"It's okay, Sunset. I understand. I'm not going to tease you."
>You let out a sigh of relief. At least you don't have to explain yourself to Fluttershy.
"Thanks, Fluttershy."
>"Mmhm! There's nothing wrong with age gaps in relationships. My daddy is almost ten years older than my mommy!"
>Really Fluttershy? Really?
>You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a deep breath.
"Can we just go to the freaking office?"
>The girls mutter various words of agreement or indifference and you all set off to the office.

>>30898822
>As you step inside the office, Ms. Inkwell bids you all a good morning. You all reply in kind.
>You find the sign up roster on the cork bulletin board hanging near the front desk.
>Rarity steps forward and skims through the forms.
>"Lets see... Principal Celestia, Vice Principal Luna, Ms. Cheerilee, Ms. Harshwinny... Ah, here we are! Officer Mous."
>She points to a form at the very bottom of the board.
>Looks like your the first ones to sign up.
>Rarity pulls a pen out of her purse and uncaps it.
>"So how would you like to do this, Sunset?"
"Hmm. I don't think we should all sign up for today, Anon might have something to do. Maybe spread it out across the week?"
>"That sounds fine. Unless you'd rather have it, I suppose I'll take the first appointment."
"You go ahead. I tend to bump into him in the halls anyway."
>"Very well."
>Rarity signs her name on the ten thirty time slot and holds the pen up for the next taker.
>Surprisingly, Rainbow steps up next and signs on for today's one thirty time slot.
>"Alright, I gotta get to class now. If I'm late again, Mr. Cranky is gonna flip out on me. I'll see you guys later."
>Rainbow haphazardly tosses the pen to Fluttershy before heading out.
>"I think I'll do the same. Do hold onto that pen for me, Sunset. Ta ta for now."
>Rarity follows Rainbow out the door.
>"U-um, Sunset? I know you like Anon, but..." Fluttershy rolls the pen back and forth in her palms. "Do we all have to sign up to talk to him? I don't think I can do it alone."
"He's a real nice guy, Fluttershy. Just give him a chance. Besides, I get the impression he isn't used to talking to people. He could probably use some friends."
>"Jeez, you're holding up the line!"

>>30898830
>Pinkie snatches the pen from Fluttershy and steps around you and up to the bulletin board, Applejack in tow.
>"Oh, alright sunset. I'll do it for you." Fluttershy says, giving you a weak smile.
>You give her a comforting pat on the back.
"Thanks Fluttershy. You'll see, he's a nice guy."
>Pinkie and Applejack step past you once again, saying goodbye and heading to class.
>Taking a look at the form, they both signed up for dates later in the week.
>Fluttershy signs for an appointment tomorrow, gives you a hug, and leaves as well.
>Well, that just leaves you.
>Friday is completely open. Suppose that will do fine.
>You jot down your name and head out for your first class.
>Ah, you can feel it already. Today is gonna be a great day.

>Your eyes open, taking in the synthetic light given off by the lamp. The morning sunlight bleeds through the thick, black curtains covering the windows.
>You pull yourself to your feet and step into the kitchen for a glass of cold water.
>The microwave reads eight eighteen.
>Fuck, you're late.
>Ah, you can feel it already. Today is gonna be a shit day.
>You rush through your morning ritual.
>Shit, shower, shave.
>Well, shaving can wait. You're late, and a little stubble never hurt anyone.
>Crap, you forgot to cut your hair.
>You'll have to take care of that later today.
>You throw on a clean uniform, your belt, your boots, and your vest.
>Briskly walking to the door, you stop just short of leaving to pat yourself down.
>Keys and phone in your pockets? Check.
>All your gear on your belt? Yep.
"All right, good to go."
>You step out the door, re lock it, and rush down to our cruiser.
>Hopping in and starting up the engine, you book it as fast as the law allows to CHS.

>>30898837
Alright, that's all for now. Bit of a rushed update, so I'm sure there's some errors in there somewhere. Been a bit slow up until now, but we're about to get the ball rolling soon.
Here's the updated paste for any new readers https://pastebin.com/N1vBnFih

Thanks for reading, y'all. I'll see you next time.

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>>30898806
>Wasn't there someone else there?
>...
>No one comes to mind. Guess not.

>>30898806
>This kills the Flutters

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>>30898806
>Wasn't there someone else there?
>...
>No one comes to mind. Guess not.
Ah. Well played.

>>30887607
More when

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>>30900362
>>30900494
Here's an idea for you guys: Anon as Magneto.

>"I am not alone because I choose to be, Sunset. They shun me because of my powers. They are afraid of me, afraid of us - of what we can do. But we do not have to hide in the shadows as outcasts. I can help you control your gift, to rise above the petty masses that turn from us, to become gods in our own right. Join me and we can ascend together as the evolutionary masters of this world!"

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>>30900740
Hol' up
>That new outfit
WHAT

>>30900740
Wheelchair when?

>>30900182
I am going to get back to writing soon as I can man. I just need too more cups of coffee and a beer.