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This is the Aryanne thread of mlpol.net
Aryanne Hoofler is a female earth pony with a white coat, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her cutie mark is a pink heart with a black swastika in it. She is a military officer from the Maremacht of Germaney and an active politician.
In this thread we collect content for the purpose of most possible widespread and archivation. If you find Aryanne related content of sorts, please post it here.
Please enjoy your stay.
HINTLER: the following things are permitted and encouraged:
- Hitler reaction images
- speaking german
- Third Reich related artwork including military art
- talking about politics and/or social dynamics
- mild shitposting
- bump reasonably
Threadly disclaimer: This thread is mainly for showcasing "NEW" art and content. If you found or created new art, feel free to post it here.
OFFICIAL CHARACTER BIO Part 1 (taken from http://aryannehoofler.deviantart.com/journal/Aryanne-Hoofler-Character-Data-and-Measurements-639361160
Name: Aryanne Hermine Hoofler
Nicknames: White Death, Windmill Pony of Friendship
Title: Gräfin zu Sachsenhausen (Nobility Title inherited from her mother)
Race: Earth pony
Height: 1,77 m
Weight: 73 kg
Eye color: light blue
Hair color: light blonde
Skin/Coat color: bright white
Cup Size: D
Blood type: 00 rhe. negative (Aryanne has this tattooed on the underside of her upper left arm as SS Blutgruppen Tätowierung)
Birthday: April 20th
Zodiac sign: Aries
Parents: Randolph Hoofler (Son of Adolf Hoofler) and Maryanne Hoofler
Siblings: Oldest of 5 brothers and sisters
Political Belief: National Socialism, member of the NSDAP
Occupation: Military Officer of the Waffen SS and Wehrmacht
Likes: children, cooking, Panzer, Patriotism
Dislikes: Communists, (((Greedy people))), cowards, prudery
Skills: speaks 4 languages, trained in unarmed combat, swordfighting and military grade heavy weaponry including vehicles
Personality: Enthusiastic, hard worker, affinity for sexual behavior, likes to collect weapons and uniforms of many kinds
CM: Pink heart with a purple outline and a black swastika in the center
If you want to submit a suggestion for some Show related Vector Art, please browse the screenshot database of this site:http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/My_Little_Pony_Friendship_is_Magic_Wiki
and post the picture of your choosing in this thread with the marking /r/ or Vector Request with a short explanation.
No dice though, all art here submitted is produced at the leisure of the artist. It may be made or maybe not. In the picture to the left you can see a compilation of links to additional Aryanne related content. Some of the links are suspended on 4chan, but if you look them up on a search engine it should be easy enough
- Aryanen thread on 8chanhttps://mlpol.net/archive/mlpol/362.html
- Archived mlpol.net Aryanne threadhttps://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/29891939/#q29891960
- 4chan archivehttp://archive.4plebs.org/mlpol
- the archived version from 4chan /mlpol/https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/18528.html
- link to a lot of /mlpol/ art
full versions of the humanized picture (gif & mp4)http://jay156.deviantart.com/art/Death-of-the-nation-675975323
Also, If you want to help upload Aryanne art of April to DB, consider taking a look here >>19927
Who are you and why don't you like Aryanne?
you don't have to be so buttmad, friend :^)
You're really gonna pull the "you mad, bro?" on me?
Did you come here from Reddit?
Also point out what part of my post implied I was mad. It's called arguing my friend, it is what has kept different Chans alive for decades.
Everyone is still a bit on edge from the shill invasions. I've had a talk with the staff and were taking steps to be less knee-jerk with bans, especially for users with little to no post history. (watch my capcode not work again)(USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)
All I know is I'm saving that image.
>>20984>And how is "you are fucking pathetic" or "kill yourself" an argument?
No no, that was a statement and not what I was referring to. Do you not know how to use the >> links? >>20981
I get that, but they haven't lost their ability to use their brains, though, right?
I'm obviously not one of those people. This is what happens when you have 50 mods.
Admin >I've had a talk with the staff and were taking steps to be less knee-jerk with bans,
>(USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)
Oh the iorny, oh my sides, fuking kek
Has she been drinking? She looks a little jaundiced.
Thread might be on May 29th or even June 5th
Are they regularly scheduled?
Yes, it wasn't always that way but for the last couple of years it seems to be something like a thread every month.>>30937
Time for the Aryanne Thread Update of May 2017!
Marine Le Pen sadly lost the second round of the french election (as expected), We don't have a World war with Korea and Syria (yet), there was yet another terrorist attack in Londonistan and Youtube globally cutted half its Advertising money for all Content creators. Also Wendy Burgers suddenly became the best fast food chain.
This month had no Aryanne thread on /mlp/ for the lack of new art that lasted for a while, but during an archive screening I managed to pick up a Super Hero themed greentext. I won't post all passages here, but if you wish to read up more, the source links are below. There was no way we could exceed the amount of content from the happening of last month, but I managed to gather a decent amount of submissions for an accenptable update. Around 35 new pictures, many of them are uncolored sketches I discovered just recently.
Hope it will be worth your time! Next Aryanne thread on /mlp/ will likely launch on June 5th, next Update for this thread will happen most likely on June 30th. Have a good start into the summer! (^._.^)/)
**Note: For some reason the system added extra spaces between the lines. I do not know why that is, but I decided to leave it.
+++ Multi Part Humanized Aryanne and Tracy Super Hero Story by Defiant +++
>You are Aryanne>You and Tracey just arrived at Hammer industries building and are exiting the chopper>You see someone waiting for you at the landing zone>A man wearing a white suit, carrying a suitcase>As you and Tracey walk away from the LZ and toward the entrance he runs ahead and hold the door>Once you are inside he greets you appropriately>"Welcome. It is great to have visitors from our partners." He reaches for a handshake which you accept.
"I'm afraid we will not be staying too long," You remark. "as you are probably aware.">"Of course, duty first." He gestures to an elevator door. "This way, please.">Following the man, you two board the elevator and allow him to lead you to the ground floor of the building>He keeps walking as you two follow him through some scientific personnel, workers and security>Once you are outside the building he finally shows you to a car>"We had this prepared for you, completely disposable so don't worry about keeping it safe.">While it is not too luxurious, the car is not very cheap looking either>It is also somewhat dusted so it doesn't draw attention at all>"Of course, if you prefer something more mobile," the man adds, "we can get you a couple of motorcycles instead.">You shake your head
"No this is just fine, thank you." He gives you the keys and hold the suitcase for you to take>Your questioning look is returned with an explanation>"This is a prototype, portable railgun. No bigger than a pistol but much more silent." He clarifies. "It had performed perfectly on every lab environment and we'd like you to give it a field test, if that's possible.">You don't really want to risk anything by testing a prototype, but something silent might be good to bring along
"I will see, if an opportunity presents itself." You take the suitcase.>"That's all we ask." He says, taking a few steps back>You unlock the car and nudge Tracey to get in which she obeys immediately
- sketches from an Aryanne CYOA from mlpol.net, made by Anon. Aryanne is attending an artist school.
>Sitting behind the wheel you start up the engine and start your way towards the provided address
>Time to make sure Tracey doesn't kill the guy you're after
"Tracey?" You call without taking your eyes off the road ahead
>"Hm? What?" She asks nonchalantly
"Remember how I said I would punish you if you killed our target?"
>"Yes~?" She sounds perky
"I changed my mind." You can just feel her mood drop even though you aren't looking
>"That's okay." She speaks with disappointment. "I mean, I wasn't going to deliberitaly kill him or anything, Baron was really serious this time, but I was hoping for an accident."
>Huh, maybe you misjudged her self-control
>She might not need an incentive afterall
>"You should trust me more, you know?" She bemoans. "You break my heart sometimes."
"You don't have a heart. Literally." You object
>"Not funny." She sits back in her seat looking through the side window
>Now you feel kinda bad, she does always obey your orders
>Albeit with some childish complaining sometimes, but that's kinda her thing
"Tell you what, if you do a good job on this mission, I'll get you a new knife."
>"I don't want a new knife, I like my knife." You sigh
"What do you want then?" She turns around and looks at you
>"I want you to stab me." You can hear her grin. "In the chest, repeatedly."
"Goddammit Tracey!" She just giggles like the fucking lunatic she is
>"You'll do it though, right?" Sudden seriousness in her voice would startle you in your early days with her
"Yeah, I'll do it." You say while you step on the gas pedal a little harder in frustration
- more CYOA Art from mlpol.net
- Screencap from an EQG movie showing a background character that looks surprisingly similar to Aryanne
- edit of Aryanne showing her backside assets, made by Grimsimkopa
>You are Tracey Cage
>Walking down the halls of Hydra Canterlot HQ, you feel thrilled
>Today is an important day
>You've worn your shiny Hydra uniform just for this
>Apperantly you are being assigned to a new SO
>Gotta make a good impression
>Your last one got shot one too many times, so they decided to reassign all members of your team
>You did asked them if you could be the new SO of your team, but your only answer was an incredulous look
>You didn't like your old team anyway
~You cannot just jump on people Tracey~
~Stop stabbing the dead guy we gotta go Tracey~
~No, you can't bring the head with you Tracey~
>A boring bunch really
>You were hoping to teach them how to have fun in a mission
>Still, maybe your new SO wouldn't be such a bore
>You arrive at the room where you are supposed to meet the SO
>It looks like an interrogation room with two chairs and a small table in the middle
>It seems the other party didn't arrive yet so you take a seat
>Not even a minute passes before you hear the door open
>You quickly stand and raise your right hand
>In comes a woman who's a little shorter than you
>You would consider yourself tall for a woman so she's not short by any means
>She has light blonde hair along with ice blue eyes and like you, she wears a Hydra uniform
>"Hail Hydra. At ease." She walks toward the unoccupied chair
>Putting the dossier she's holding on he table, she sits down and gestures you to do the same
>"Tracey Cage, right?" You nod
"Yes, ma'am." She looks at you with inquiring eyes and reaches for the dossier and flips some pages
>"Here it says you are unstable, sadistic and generally disruptive in many missions." She closes the dossier and pushes it aside to lean on the table
>While it is true that you are assigned to her, she can refuse you
>Which she seems to be thinking about right now
- recent last picture from the Aryanne CYOA
- black and white Aryanne in uniform made by an Anon from the mlpol.net draw thread
- background decoration from the Anon explains Pony porn piece, made by AN-M
- a fat Aryanne from a fat pony thread on /trash/, made by Anon
- a lovesick Ary made by GeekySonic. I think this was made with some kind of Badge creator from a game. http://geekysonic.deviantart.com/
>It's not the end of the world but if too many people refuse to be your SO, you might be taken off the field and put behind a desk
>"I am inclined to be lenient with your oddities. However I want one thing from you and this is non-negotiable."
>Her eyes are fixed, looking into yours
>Makes you wanna stab her, but you do like the color of her eyes
>"You will never disobey me." She finishes. "Can you do that?"
>Thinking just for a moment, you decide that this woman sounds way better than your old SO already
"Yeah, of course!" You say enthusiastically. "You seem like a great boss!" She narrows her eyes, "…ma'am."
>She gives you a smile. "It's okay, call me Aryanne, Aryanne Degurechaff." You shake the hand she offers
"How about Anne? Can I call you Anne?" She shrugs
>"I don't see why not." She gets up from her chair so you also do so. "Lets get out of here, we'll be late for celebrations."
"Celebrations?" She gives you a surprised look
>"It's Führer's birthday, don't you know?" She says as she opens the door and holds it for you
>Once you are both outside she looks around to make sure no one's around and whispers. "We got some booze inside. There is a party in the bomb shelter tonight."
"Does this happen often?" You heard nothing about any parties before
>"Yeah, like a few times every year." She talks as you make your way downstairs. "Christmas, easter, halloween… I heard that some celebrate Valentines Day too but you need a valentine for that."
>You can hear a little resentment there, not as much as yours though
>No one on your team told you anything about parties! If you see those sonzabitches at the party-
>"Why did you get all mad now?" Aryanne put a hand on your shoulder. "Don't start a fight in there."
>Normally you'd slap that hand and carve some faces in the shelter
>You still might do the latter if you drink enough
>But her hand somehow quenches your temper
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be good." You sigh
- Vector of Aryanne looking over a wall and
- a vector of a frowning Aryanne sitting on the floor,
- Aryanne sleeping in Tenshi's bed with mlpol bedsheets
- Aryanne's take on the birds with arms meme, made by Otakuap
- lastly, as seen in >>26787
a vector of a bipedal Kyrie with erotic underwear. If I guess right all 3 of these pictures have been made by the same Anon. (Who may or may not be Accu.)
>On the way however, you notice a problem
>You don't know where Aryanne sleeps and you cannot ask her
>What to do? What to do?
>There is not much to do really
>She'll be sleeping in your bed
>Along with you
>It's going to be uncomfortable but you can't just leave her
>With a sigh you take the route to your room
>Placing her on the ground for a second, you adjust the covers so you can put them over her
>Then you lay beside her and pull the covers
>You should take off the uniform but you really dont feel like it, so you don't
>As you close your eyes, you feel Aryanne's arm and leg wrapping around your body
>Once again, instead of slapping them away, you just let it be
>It's actually warm and comfy
>You are glad your SO died or you wouldn't be this… happy?
>A small smile creeps on your face as your mind drifts off to soft and gentle darkness
- a new anthro catgirl OC Randy was working on. This one has extra wide hips.
- a DeviantArt emoji of Aryanne doing a Sieg Heil. Edit made by Paperstain545
- Anthro Aryanne in a sweater, also from Randy
- SFM Poster of Anthro Aryanne and another OC in revealing leather underwear. (My apologies for the file size, the original uploader from VK.com provided no source nor a bigger version.)
- Gif of Aryanne doing a sieg heil (version with flat coloring) made by AN-M
>You are Aryanne
>Tracey and you are sitting in the car, across the road from Morbius' apartment
>"I hope you're right, Anne." Tracey says. "I really want some action."
"I don't think S.H.I.E.L.D. would just leave the scene unchecked." You reply. "There must be someone watching the place."
>"Well, do we go in or not?" She's ecstatic as ever
"Yeah, let's go. Just try not to get too much blood on yourself." You switch one of your guns with the railgun before heading out
>It is a weird weapon
>It seems to have not one, but two magazines
>One for small metal balls that it launches, one for a power cell that contains the electrical energy to accelarate the projectiles
>Strikes you as inefficient, they could make them into one magazine if they measured the power needed to launch each projectile
>Then again, there may be other factors you aren't aware of
>This is why they wanted you to test the weapon
>You walk into the building and start climbing the stairs
>There are other people living here, you shouldn't carry your weapons openly
>You may need them fast though, so you are holding one with your right hand behind your back, concealed under your leather coat
>A couple floors up and you reach the door you seek
>Tracey takes the lead as you take position for cover fire if needed
>She kick the door in and you both rush inside with weapons in your hands ready to fire
>Checking the rooms one by one, you clear the entire place, not encountering any hostiles
>You stand there confused for a moment
>S.H.I.E.L.D. can't be this sloppy
>It is in that moment one of the windows shatter into thousand pieces and you hear a metallic ping
"SNIPER! GET DOWN!" You yell, running for cover
>You put a wall between you and the shooter
>Tracey is laying motionless on the floor, her eyes looking out of the window that the bullet came in from
- humanized Aryanne in uniform doing the dubs gesture made by Anon for the last Aryanne thread on /mlp/
- Bipedal Aryanne in uniform doing a Sieg Heil, Version with a Reich Parade in a park and with fighter planes in the sky. Made by Anon for the Aryanne thread on mlpol.net
- A chibi humanized Aryanne with and without /mlpol/ - Insignia, made by http://jay156.deviantart.com/
>You are worried for a second until she speaks
>"He thinks he go' e." She says, without moving her lips. "I can't see 'ere he is though, I need another shot."
>Thinking for a second, you reach and grab a desk lamp
>You and slowly raise it in front of the window, into the sniper's field of view
>Sure enough, he takes the bait and shoots the lamp off your hand
>It is at that moment Tracey gets up and fires her gun out the window
>Another shot from the sniper hits to a random spot inside the room
>Silence falls as Tracey stops firing
>There is no more shooting
>Tracey either hit the guy or he decided to relocate after beind found out
>You shouldn't risk it though
"Let's get out of here and be sure he's dead." You say
>Rushing out of the apartment and through the stairs, you exit the building with Tracey in the lead
>Once you reach the sniper's nest, you see him fallen face first next to his rifle with the back of his head blasted open
"Nice shot." You say, holstering your gun
>Tracey also lowers her gun and turns to you. "Look." She lifts up some of her hair and you see some metal showing under her skin. "How much hair is gone?"
"Not much." You answer. "I wouldn't notice if you didn't show me."
>"Good." She says before kicking the sniper's dead body. "You. Son. Of a. Bitch."
>You put your hand on her shoulder
"Let's get back to the apartment. He might have alerted them. We don't have much time."
>You hear some cars stopping and go take a look out the window
>Some troops in tactical gear exit the cars, armed with M4s, along with a man wearing a suit
>Presumebly the man in charge
>Some of them go up your target building while some head for the building you are in
>Two of them is left behind to protect the man in suit
>You have an idea
"How would you like to go on a killing spree?" You ask your companion
>"Oh yes! Finally!" She exclaims. "What about not getting bloody?"
"We are way past that point." She grins wider than she ever did today. "Just one rule, don't kill the man in the suit. We need him. You can take out the ones in this building. I'll provide you cover fire once you go outside."
>"Yes. Ma'am." She says, exiting the room
- Nudes of pony Leonie working herself sweaty on a Panzer, made by Anonymous Drawfig
- Anthro Aryanne refreshing herself in a roman Bathhouse
- nude Anthro Aryanne sitting on a throne-esque chair
- BDSM art of the anthro cat OC
- some ahegao cowgirl Action, last 4 entries drawn by Randy
>You are Aryanne
>There is some shooting and screaming going on
>You are not concerned with that however
>Tracey has her own job and so do you
>You are going to wait for the team in the other building to come out
>You could engage them from here, you see them, but that would give them too much cover
>Once they come out into the open, you will have the height advantage
>They won't be able to hide very well
>If they find a way, then so be it
>That will give Tracey more opening
>You see some poor soul plummeting to his death
>So does the man in the suit
>It doesn't take him too long to speak to his radio
"Good work, Tracey." You say as you push the sniper's corpse aside and get ready to fire at anyone that's on the street
>Sure enough, not even half a minute later, second team comes out of the building, positioning themselves to open fire at Tracey if she walks out of the front door
>You count five of them
>You take aim and fire while slowly breathing out
>As the somewhat reduced sound of the suppressed rifle echoes through the street, your target hits the floor, lifeless
>As the soldiers scramble to find better cover, Tracey runs out and starts shooting at them
>You see one aiming at her and take your shot
>Not being aimed as carefully, your shot doesn't kill the man, but takes his arm off from the elbow
>You reload the chamber and finish him off with a second bullet
>Mean while Tracey took out two of them before running for cover
>She's changing the magazine
>Someone's moving in on her
>You realign your sights, but before you can shoot, some bullets lodge themselves around the window you are firing from
>Ducking to avoid getting hit, you scream to warn Tracey
"ENEMY AT YOUR 5!"
>You run out the apartment to find a new nest, hoping she heard you
>Not that she's in serious danger, but she gets really mad when she's injured in fights
>And she's not immortal, so getting shot less is a better idea
>Seing an open door, you run inside
>Some guy with a knife is sitting on the floor in fetal position, shaking
>You ignore the man and take position
>The guy who shot at you is still aiming for your previous spot while the other three are exchanging bullets with Tracey
>One he came after him is laying on the ground with his guts spilled all over
>You should finish this quick, if the man in the suit is any capable, he must've asked for more reinforcements
>You take aim and shoot the guy who's aiming for you
>One of them screams and starts running back to the building
>You move your sights but Tracey gets him first so you change your aim for the last guy with the uniform
>One more pull of the trigger and he's down as well
>You watch as Tracey gets out of her cover and starts walking towards the man in charge
>It's all up to her now
>You leave the apartment and start walking down the stairs
>The guy sitting on the floor didn't move an inch this whole time
Does Randy come over here?
Because he should.
I haven't seen a Hong Kong or a China flag yet, so probably not.
I think I may have seen a Hong Kong flag once ever in a situation where it didn't look like a raider's VPN. But Hong Kong is pretty common as a VPN flag, so I don't know
I've VPN posted from hong kong before, but it was in pixelcanvas threads.
What was originally written in the bottom ?
It's too blurry to tell.
This is taking longer than I'd hoped (been busy with other things) but it will definitely be completed in July. I would say it's about halfway done now.
Hey, can I get a drawing of Aryanne dressed in samurai armor, saying "The Jew fears the samurai"?
I imagine if pinkie were cut-open, candie and confetti would just spew out, like a pinata.
One could always try. Christ, that would take long.
>>43160>Jews fear the samurai
Do Mitsuko instead: She was created for that exact purpose.
Mitsuko was conceived in an /mlp/ thread back in 2014, but has barely gotten any love. This is ALL OF HER PICS!
>>43240>pure samurai maiden
mmmhh sounds nice!
Why do jews fear samurai anyway?
This reminds me of the man in the high tower, how Hitler let the Japanese men form their own land and all that
I'd drop my redpills, but those got lost with my old computer…
This is objectively the better choice. Mitsuko is a friend of supporter of Aryanne and an ethnic imperial Nippony.>>43244
It is basicly an old /pol/ meme that originated from the japanese Natsoc spokesman Haku Zynkuku. I watched some videos of his can recommend them if you are interested in Natsoc history from a japanese perspective.
On an unrelated note I'd like to mention that I am currently assembling the last missing parts for the monthly Aryanne thread update. I will hopefully be able to post them all here and on /pone/ within a short time frame. We have a surprisingly high amount of Art & Greentext this month. I am sure you will be pleased!
Does anyone elses browser crash when you open the /pone/ Aryanne thread? Also it takes about 2 minutes to load because of how big it is, it's over a year old now.
Time for the Aryanne Thread Update of June 2017!
We have a lot of artwork and greentext this time around, (roughly ~60 pieces total, with many pieces from new artists) including a big updates on the Anon in Germaneigh greentext story from Anon! Due to the mass of content I will try to keep myself on the short leash on commentary. Relevant links to the (mostly) new artists (if avaiable) will be found in this post.
The Aryanne thread on /mlp/ was despite the general poor state of the board a remarkable success. Thanks again to Gary for hosting it! The thread had a recond uptime of 25 days with over 130 Poster IPs, a remarkable amount of new art and perhaps the highest density of new greentext we had in over 1 year.
Next Aryanne Thread on /mlp/ will likely roll out around July 24th
, with a thread Update around July 30th. Updates for the designated artwork archives including the DB database will (hopefully) be done by early July. Have a nice summer! (^._.^)/)<卐3
- creator and artist artwork for the Natsoc Pony Victoria Turnerhttps://pangaea-pony.tumblr.com/
- Pastiepup/Nightlight creator of the Artwork for the Alicia the Schutzstaffel Ponyhttps://anonymousdrawfig.tumblr.com/
- 8chan artist and flash animatorhttp://regularmousepony89.deviantart.com/
- Anthro artist for political arthttp://rainbowsurvivor.deviantart.com/
- Vector style SFW Pony Art
- a number of edits and simplistic pictures, including MLPOL Anon on a tank, a standing Aryanne with a red heart and a (pixelated) backside picture
+++ Cont. of Anon In Germaneigh Greenext by Anonymous +++
>"I vill be frank wiz you, ve need your help, Anon."
>Baffled you stare at her.
"What? Why should I?"
>Aryanne pushes a bottle of wine over before she takes a sip out of her cup.
>"Ve are at ze brink of war Anon, and you can help to prevent it," she says as she looks into her cup.
>After taking a swig, her eyes focus you again.
>"All these recruits you saw, half of zem won't make it. You may be our last hope to save thousands and thousands of lives."
>She's kidding right?
>Resting against the chair you let it sink in for a moment.
>You look directly into her eyes as you lean forward.
"Have you lost your MIND?"
>This must be another fucking test.
>She must think you are retarded.
"How am I going to prevent two nations from going to war? I am just a human!"
Raising up your voice rises, "I have ZERO influence on anyone and maybe you didn't know this but I am a PRISONER!"
>You just stare at her before she goes on.
>"Nobody knows you, or your kind and zat is our advantage."
>Defeated you grab the bottle and let yourself fall into the seat.
>She's gone insane.
>That's it. Once the others find out your going to become a plaything for Franziska.
>Bringing the bottle to your lips you look at her.
>She doesn't look pleased but her serious attitude hasn't changed.
>What is it with this one?
>You sigh and grab the cup instead of drinking from the bottle.
>After filling it to the brink you put the bottle back on the table.
>Now it is your time to take a gulp.
>The wine is sweet and dry, and it is the best you have ever tasted.
>Not that you have much experience with it.
"Honestly, I think you have gone crazy but go on. It's not like I've got somewhere to be anyways…"
>Her eyes wander down for a split second before she speaks again.
>"You are right, zis is crazy but it's our chance to prevent a war."
>"What do you zink would have happened when you first stepped into their territory and not in ours?"
>You lean back and reply the first thing that comes to mind.
"More or less the same I guess."
>"Zat's what I zink too."
>"We are going to send you there-" your eyes go wide "-but under our protection."
"You can't mean it!"
>Aryannes stoic look forms to a smile.
>"You are a wildcard, an unknown variable and zat can be the turning point."
>Unable to believe what she says you just listen.
>"When I will meet their delegation you will be there and after zat, you are free. Interested?"
>You just nod.
>"Good. I vill tell you the details but first let us eat."
>The food tastes marvelous as does the wine but you can't focus on that as Aryanne explains her plan.
>This mare is completely insane.
>You have seen the ponies, you have seen the maps. It makes sense.
>As insane as it sounds it might even work and you will be free.
>You can trust her.
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- 3 new SFW Pony sketches from Randy & 2 high res head pictures of Aryanne by Coinpo
>Weird sounds wake you from sleep.
>Sirens, hoof steps and other noises.
>You are quick to dress yourself and walk out of your room.
>The sun has barely risen over the horizon but when you look through the large windows to inner yard you see Aryanne in front of dozen ofr ponies yelling orders.
>Pegasi dart of in various directions and earth ponies dash to unknown location.
>The whole area looks busy like a bee hive.
>You watch the spectacle unfolding before your eyes until the sound of galloping hooves snap you out of it.
>Four soldiers with rifles stand before you.
>Giving a salute one of them beginns to to speak, "Fürst Anonymous! Bitte folgt uns zur Besprechung!" Lord Anonymous, Please follow us to the meating.
>In a wide gesture he points his arm down the hallway.
>Escorted by the group you make your way through the mansion to a small room with a window to the east.
>After you are led inside the stallion says "Bitte warten Sie hier auf die Ankunft der Oberführerin." Please wait here for Aryanne
>You sit down on the chair positioned in the middle of the room.
>This is not your world.
>Despite the similiaritys, they are doing it to prevent a major conflict, not to beginn it you ensure yourself.
>You are left to your alone to your doubts for half an hour before Aryanne opens the door.
>In her company is Franziska.
>Both of them have saddlebags that look like they are stuffed to their limits and they wear uniforms.
>There is a barrel sticking out of Franziskas bag.
>>Yawning she tells Aryanne: "Ich hoffe das ist wichtiger als meine Studien." I hope this is more important than my studies.
>"Wenn das nicht klappt gibt es keine Studien mehr, dann geht es an die Front," she replies dead serious as they walk in. If this doesn't work there are no more studies, only war
>>"Fangen wir an." Let's start.
>"Guten Morgen, Anon," Aryanne says eyeing you for a moment.
"Morning," you reply, "what was all that about?"
>Aryanne circles you for a moment.
>"Preparations, zis has to be perfect!"
>Almost in perfect sync Franziska levitates the bags of both ponies into the air and onto the table that is next to the wall.
>They spend some time speaking german as they look at you.
>Suddenly the door is pushed open and Kyrie enters the room, followed by two Unicorns in civilian gettup.
>She aswell wears saddle bags filled to the brim.
>It isn't easy to suppress your anger when you are in the room with Kyrie and Franziska but you manage.
>Kyries face shows that she feels the same way about you as you feel about her.
>You promised, Anon. You promised.
>"What does your kind wear for very important occasions?"
"Usually a nice suit, white shirt, a tie and jacket," you reply to the pony circling you.
>She moves to Kyries side to take out rolls black and white fabric with her mouth.
>She jumps up and rest her fore-hoofs on your legs and throws the fabric over your shoulders, arranges it and looks back at the other ponies behind her.
>Kyrie stares with wide eyes and an open mouth.
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>"Was sagt ihr?" What do you think?
>Franziska raises her hoof to her chin and just looks while Kyrie shakes her head.
>>>"Nicht mit den Wunden…" Kyrie says Not with these kinds of wounds
>Aryanne gives her a scowl after looking at the wounds the last fight has left on your forehead.
>"Wichtig, unbekannt und stark." Important, unbeknownst and strong
>Her tuft almost presses at your face as she fiddles around with the cloth.
>>"Ary, warte mal, lass mich," Franziska says as she levitates Kyries bags and multiple scrolls through the air. Ary, let me try
>Aryanne jumps off your knees and the rolls start levitating around you.
>White fabric is held over your shoulders and arms yellow over your chest.
>The brown one floats to your face.
>Wary you look at the crowd as it covers your neck like a scarf and winds around your skull like a hood.
>>"Was sagt ihr?" Your thoughts?
>>>"Verdammt," the pegasus exclaims.
>"Das könnte funktionieren." This could work
>Through the slit left you see the civilian unicorns taking notes.
>"Dazu noch eine pupur Schärpe, Auszeichnungen und Waffen," she says with a confident smile. Then a violet sash medalls abd weapons
>"Die Kleidung muss verhüllen aber die Form eranhnen lassen." The cloth has to shround but also hint the strenghts
>Now it is Franziskas turn to circle you.
>>"Ich könnte die Selbstlader anpassen…" I could modify a self-loading…
>Aryanne shakes her head as you watch the ponies taking notes and discussing infront of you through the slit in the fabric.
>"Modern und funktional, keine experiemente." modern, functional and no experiments
>A shudder runs through your spine as your hand is risen and moved by magic.
>Out of reflex you yank it away.
>Franziska has that damn creepy smile again.
>>"Was ist mit einem modifizierten Revolver, großkalibrig?" a modified revolver?
>Your gaze wanders back to Aryanne who now shares a similiar smlie.
>"Das gefällt mir." I like it
>She looks back at the crowd.
>"Dazu ein zeremonieller Dolch, verziert." And a special dagger
>"Ohh, und ein Schwert. Es muss massiv und schwer sein!" ohh, and a massive sword
>Looking back into your eyes she asks you, "do you have any symbol or crest you want engraved?"
>You move your hand to move the fabric out of your face.
"Yes, it is a symbol of freedom."
>"Eine Gravur eines Adleers." engrave an eagle on the butt
>Franziska levitates some material into your hand.
>It feels sticky, like resin and or is form able like play-doh.
>The next few hours you are measured and Franziska asks you to do diverse actions with different tools.
>She also gives you weapons to swing and rifles to aim with as well as weights.
>The whole action is uncomfortable but you let it happen.
>"Ihr wisst was zu tun ist, an die Arbeit wir haben drei Tage bis zur Abreise!" you know what to do! we have three days left
>And all the ponies except Aryanne leave the room with haste.
>The next few hours Aryanne explains to some geography and politics as well as recent incidents.
- Art of a new Schutzstaffel Pony called Alicia + 2 pictures of Aryanne from the same artist. Made by Pastiepup/Nightlight for the Aryanne discord group.
>When it is finally noon you are pretty beat despite the fact that you mostly sat around and let the ponies work their magic.
>You spend lunch with Aryanne in the same room had dinner yesterday.
>She is explaining some german phrase to you.
>Sehr ehrfreut. a pleasure to meet you
>Auf wiedersehen. goodbye
>Wie geht es? how are you?
>After all that jazz you are free to roam the estate. Always guarded by the same four soldier that brought you to the room in the morning.
>Every pony you move past salutes you but wary eyes last on your every step.
>But more than on you, they seem to be concerned with the soldiers.
>Everyone seems to be on high alert, ponies barking at their men. Everyone is in a rush.
>Like a bee hive alarmed by intruders.
>The next two days you are mostly on your own aside from your guard.
>Aryanne told you to rest.
>She left you some papers to study and damn her hand-
>mouth- writing is awful.
>On the morning of the third day you feel nervous.
>After Melissa gives you an examination Aryanne joins your room.
>She has a confident smile as she walks in.
>Behind her there are soldiers carrying boxes and cartons in.
>"Look at zem," Aryanne says as she points to the table, loaded with boxes in various sizes and with different weights.
>Your nervousness increases as you look through the stuff.
>These ponies sure are something different.
>Seeing your face Aryanne says, "I will come back in thirty minutes."
>You can hear her smile in her voice.
>After taking a shower you start to get into your new getup.
>Black leather shoes with black trousers.
>A white shirt with a beige vest.
>A fine belt with two sheathes and a holster, fit for a large eight-round revolver.
>The butt is engraved with an eagle.
>There is a sword, a violet sash, a hood…
>The dagger, very much like your old is finely worked.
>When you are done dressing you look at yourself.
>It looks like a mixture of a royal suit and a desert tribes clothes.
>Like a prince of arabian tales or something.
>All this stuff must have cost a fortune.
>After knocking Aryanne enters but stops in the door frame.
>Your smile hidden behind the lower half of the hood you face her.
"How do I look?"
>Not shifting her view from you she points to the table.
>You move over to the table and pick up the large weapon and heavy weapon.
>Almost five feet from the ground.
>You swing the sheath over your back.
>Aryanne starts to grin.
>"Das ist perfekt!" It's perfect!
>An hour later you find yourself in front of the mansion, next to Aryanne, as soldiers pull a carriage in front of you.
>You can't help but chuckle.
>The big white stallion with the grey hair, the pony that pushed you around is not the one pulling your carriage.
>Aryanne clears her throat, "let's go, it is a long way to Marelin."
>This washes away any amusement.
>The carriage you will ride could be the same you can be thrown under anytime.
>Will she keep her word?
>Aryanne climbs up and sits down, looking at you.
>Shortly after you follow.
>While Aryanne sets down her saddlebags you place yourself on the opposing side, facing away from the ponies that pull the cart.
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>It is not hard to get comfortable on the red upholstery despite that the seats are low.
>The polished wood makes it look like this actually is for royalty.
>The cart starts moving and you recognize the way. It leads to the barracks.
>Aryanne doesn't talk so you just look around during the drive.
>After you leave the forest that you passed on your way to the mansion you can see the vast sky.
>Military presence is doubled on the ground while the clear skies are almost devoid of any pegasi.
"Aryanne, what is going on with the troops?"
>She just shakes her head.
>The ride goes past the barracks further and further into the territory unbeknownst to you.
>She just looks lost in thoughts while you try to spot anything in the distance.
>After a while you can see a town.
>As you get closer you can make out a railway.
>Aryanne is silent and you just follow her example.
>Despite being happy to see something else than prison cells and the mansion the ride gets boring soon.
>You take out the gun of the holster.
>The large revolver with the eagle looks like it is of top notch quality.
>You can smell the oil.
>As you open it you can see that it is .357 or bigger.
>Facing away you aim at a tree with the iron sight.
>The gun is heavy but it feels really good.
>You could get used to it.
>The barrel is quite long so you like to test the gun on a shooting range.
>"You know how to work wiz that?"
"Of course! My dad taught me all about guns! I've spend so much time on the shooting ran-"
>The look on her face freezes you in your tracks.
>She scowls at you with her mouth hanging open, her big blue eyes focusing you.
>Slowly you lower the gun and put it back into it's holster.
>You can see her eyes slowly following it and wandering to the floor.
>"Hä? Ah, ja es ist nur…" uh, its just…
>Shaking her head she replies, "oh, yes I was just-" she takes a breath "- it's nothing."
>Then she forces a smile at you.
>You return a wary smile.
>A few minutes later you are at the train staition.
>Half of it is closed of by soldiers, the other half is filled with what seem to be regular civilians.
>They are clearly confused by you and the soldiers but not as much as you would have thought.
>After mere minutes they just ignore you.
>You are just sitting down on a bench while Aryanne just stands there.
>The minutes seem to stretch to infinity until the arrival of the train.
>You follow Aryanne into the last railroad car, followed by 4 soldiers.
>Two of them guard the entrance to the car and the other two rest close to the door while Aryanne and you sit down in a compartment, facing each other.
>The silence is wearing you out.
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>You take off the sword and hood and try to hide pulling out the gun out of the holster while doing so.
"What was with all the military standing by?"
>"Everyzing is on lock-down, we can't have any information leaked."
Bowing over slightly you ask, "What now? How long are we going to ride this train?"
>Aryanne puts down her saddlebags and pulls out some documents which she puts next to her on the vacant seat.
>"We will travel for three days, and now I will brief you."
>Your reply is a frown.
>"Zis must be perfect Anon!"
>And so she begins.
>She tells you of the borders and the bolsheviks troops.
>Of the enclaves.
>Of them being cut off.
>Of their aggression.
>Of murder and siege.
>Of the history of relations with the neighboring countries.
>She tells you what their government wants.
>Access to their territories and peace for their people.
>Their are pictures, taken of burned down villages and dead ponies.
>You can't help it. Somehow it makes sense.
>But what happened in your world prior world war two is so damn similar.
>Can this be an elaborate hoax?
>All this to trick you?
>You take bathroom breaks in between just to clear your head and splash some water in your face.
>If she is lying she is an amazing liar.
>She tells you signals.
>Ways to act.
>The more she talks the more you start to feel weird.
>The fate of a whole country resting on you…
>Why would she even trust a person she barely even knows with such an important task?
>Is she that desperate?
>"Anon, are you listening?"
>You shake your head and try to focus.
>Trees pass in the distance, outside of the window.
>Fresh air fills your lungs as you take a deep breath.
"Sorry, it's just…"
>You take another deep breath.
"This is all a bit much."
>Aryanne puts down the books and papers.
>"You are right, I am sorry."
>You can't help but notice that she loses her strictness with you.
"So I will be free after this is done?"
"And I am free to go where ever I please?"
>"Yes you are, as long as you are not going west," she says with a smile.
>You lean back and push your head against the headrest and close you eyes.
>"Where will you go?"
"I have no idea."
>"Will you go back to Ponyville?"
>You open your eyes.
>You feel heavy. Like your own weight presses you down into the padding.
>"I… I don't know to be honest."
>There is a small nod.
>"So your dad taught you how to handle guns?"
>You falter for a second before replying.
"Yes, it was important to him…"
>She looks out of the window. Her expression is soft and blue.
>"My father taught me too."
>The sounds of the wheels on the tracks and the wind are only interrupted by the distant laughter of the soldier that sit next to the door.
>"How good are you at shooting?"
"I can hit a bottle cap over 20 yards away."
>That raises her eyebrows.
>"Zat is good, you vill have to show me."
>Between "lessons" Aryanne loosens up a bit.
>A world of difference to when she is your enemy.
>You 3 days riding different trains and spend the nights in hotels.
>She really seems to trust you.
>Or knows that you know what could happen if you were to try to escape.
>On the third day your arrive in Marelin.
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>Aryanne gives you a smug smile as the train comes into the station.
>A giant hall, two hundred yards.
>Iron arched truss with large windows.
>It wouldn't be sooooo special in your world, but in equestria…
>There are so many ponies.
>There is so much commotion.
>"Anon," she says to get your attention and points the your stuff, "the hood."
>You make haste to put on.
>When you exit the cart you are stunned.
>There is a red carpet and a small chapel!
"Holy fucking shit."
>A well dressed representative approaches you while all the ponies in the station seem to focus their attention to you.
>Between the cameras, soldiers, bands and rubberneckers you see ponies getting out of a train on the last platform.
>Mares, stallions, fillies and colts, even foals.
>Their clothes are mostly tattered, holding their few belongings for dear life.
>Some faces show relief, others the horrors they went through and most worry or sadness.
>"Lord Anonymous," the familiar pony next to you says in a voice you haven't yet heard or her.
>"Lord Anonymous, you are awaited in your suite," she says gesturing in a wide to motion towards the exit.
>Their are so many yells in german.
>Their are so many yells in german. You are simply overwhelmed by all that is going on, that you are the center of.
>This is so surreal.
>Focus Anon! This is important, YOU are important.
>So you walk towards the exit and your carriage as if you own the place.
>The carriage starts to move at the word of the finely dressed representative.
>You watch the busy city moving past you.
>In the bright sunlight the city seems to shine.
>The rendering of the buildings looks new and the shop windows are filled all kinds of different goods. You haven’t seen such variety anywhere in this world.
>The main roads are wide and red flags are hanging from flagpoles and houses.
>Seeing those flags with swastikas…
>Yet you have to admit that all this decoration has a certain appeal…
>Carts with all kinds of wares are pulled through the streets.
>The ponies stop you look at you and some wave while others eye you suspiciously.
"Is this a country on the edge of war," you ask yourself in a whisper.
>None of you talk as the ride leads you through the different parts of the city until you reach a hotel next to a large park.
>You are led inside by the two and the elevator takes you up towards the highest story.
>When the door is opens you take a step inside.
>Are large bed, even large enough for you with a chandelier hanging over it.
>The french window leads to a wide balcony.
>There are chairs and a minibar.
>The bathroom has a large bathtub.
>Fresh flower arrangements are everywhere.
>Drawings decorate the walls.
>There is even silk bedding.
>Spare clothes lie neatly folded on top of it.
>A newspaper lies next to a radio.
>"Is everything to your liking?"
"Yes it is," you say as you walk towards the balcony, "I am baffled."
>Aryanne gives some orders behind you and the door gets shut.
>"So, here we are…"
"I am impressed."
>"I vill leave you alone now, I need to do preparations."
>You look at the worried pony beside you.
"When are you coming back?"
>"The day after tomorrow."
>"You are free to walk around the city. There will be guards escorting you all the time."
- The new Official Design for the MLPOL Anon in an altered SA Uniform, with hat and hood. Pictures made by Mlpol-Chan.
- Pony Ideology Girlfriends by Anon, Group picture of Kyrie and Luftkrieg by Lalawzer and an Aryanne with crotchboobs.
>Shortly afterwards you arrive at the building where the meeting takes place in company of Aryanne and your guards.
>Security is tight and there are soldiers everywhere.
>Each of your steps on the marble floor echoes through the wide corridors.
>"Lord Anonymous-" Aryanne points to an old brown stallion with glasses and a beard and mane that went gray "-this is Bernhart, your translator."
>>"It is a pleasure to meet you," he says with a smile and bows his head.
>You give a nod.
>His accent is far not as bad as Aryannes.
>After raising his head he fixes his slipped glasses.
>>"It has been a while since I have used this language but I will do my very best."
"I know you will."
>You give a slight bow since your face is covered by the hood.
>Aryanne takes her place in the main corridor looking to the entrance and remaining you as still as the soldiers that stand guard.
>You on the other hand walk the corridors up and down.
>Just this day!
>After a just moments Aryanne leaves her post and walks towards you.
>"Lord Anonymous, may I have a second?"
>The two of you walk down a corridor, just a few steps out of hearing distance.
>"What are you doing!?"
>She tries to keep her voice down but the stress and anger makes you take a step back.
>"Don't look nervous! Stand still, sit down, anything but don't show weakness!"
>She is pissed. Really pissed.
"Hey, I… this is new to-"
>She shakes her head, "Anon you are going to take a deep breath now, and then you will talk to Bernhart until the delegation is here."
>You inhale deeply and can't help but notice she does the same.
>Aryanne fixes her black baracks cover and the blue orbs that are her eyes stare at you with worry when she asks, "you ready?"
>The two of you head back and Aryanne takes her position while you chat with Bernhart.
>He is not part of the military but serves as translator now and then.
>Bernhart taught Aryanne her five siblings when they were children.
>Aryanne is the only one that got a career in the military.
>His story is cut short by the echoing of hoof steps on the marble floor.
>A lot of them.
>You raise from the bench you are sitting on and both Bernharts and your attention is focused on the arrivals.
>There is a mare, gray coat and dark red mane, in full uniform walking up face to face with Aryanne.
>>>"Aryanne," she says forcing a smile.
>Aryanne returns is in the same manner.
>"Veronica, es freut mich dich zu sehen."
>>>"Wollen wir gleich anfangen?"
>Her accent sounds russian.
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>She turns around and heads for the dark wood tables that are set on each side of the door.
>"Die Waffen bitte auf diesen Tisch."
>Veronica and the red earth pony stallion which stands next to her put there weapons on the table.
>Your heart is beating fast as you approach them.
>"Lord Anonymous, würded ihr eure Waffen bitte auf diesen Tisch legen?"
>>"Lord Anonymous, would you please lay your weapon on this table," your new companion says.
>She table on the other side of the large doors to the conference room.
>Veronicas eyes follow Aryanne to the table and then to you.
>When Veronicas eyes meet yours you can see the shock on her face.
>It lasts barely seconds before she catches herself and you notice a small smile flashing over Aryanne face.
>>>"Was hat das zu bedeuten?"
>You can hear the anger in her voice that she is trying to hide.
>"Das ist Lord Anonymous, er wird heute beisitzen. Das ist doch kein Problem?"
>You take the sheath of your back and demonstratively stand it on the ground.
>From the peak to the hilt is stand almost as tall as these ponies.
>Draw inspect the blade before you put it on the table.
>You can almost feel how much this puts her of.
>The procedure is almost the same with the dagger and the revolver but a little quicker.
>Then walk towards Veronica, so close she has to raise her head far back to see your eyes, the only part of your body, aside from your hands that is not covered by clothes.
Leaning forward a little to look down on her you say, "I am Lord Anonymous of America. It is a pleasure to meet you."
>>"Lord Anonymous von Amerika ist sehr ehrfreut eure Bekannstschaft zu machen," you translator repeats after you.
>You put you hand forward to shake her hoof.
>Veronica gapes into your eyes and at your hand.
>Then she carefully raises her hoof to shake your hand.
>Aryanne opens the door.
>"Sind wir so weit?"
>>"Are you ready?"
>And after a while Veronica nods too.
>Then all of you walk in and the doors are closed behind you.
>The meeting is long and boring.
>You mostly listen and try to look intimidating.
>Aryanne and you prepared a few questions and statements you are supposed give.
>When you mention the free passages to the enclaves and trade, Veronica asks for a break and storms out of the rooms towards the bathrooms.
>You take a walk in the halls and when you are on your way back to the conference room you can hear Veronica arguing loudly with her companion.
>You don't even look at them when you pass them and get to your place next to Aryanne at the large table.
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>She gives you a smug smile.
>And even though she can't see it, you return it.
>The both of you go over the maps when Veronica returns.
>This cicle seems to continue for hours.
>Veronica is stressed and the longer the meeting goes the more she relies on her the earth pony stallion to keep her on track.
>During your questions she loses it for a moment and barks at the three of you.
>When it is way past noon, the meeting is about to wrap up.
>You wish Veronica a safe trip when you before you get inside your carriage.
>>>The poor mare gives an exhausted "auf Wiedersehen."
>Aryanne gives you a nod and you are brought back to the suite.
>When you set foot inside the room all the tension seems to fade and you collapse on the bed.
>The knocking on the door wakes you up.
>The room is dark, and you are lying face first in the silk bedding.
>You push yourself upright.
"I am here," you half-shout, half-say in the direction of the door.
>"Anon?" Aryanne asks as she enters the room.
"Yes, I just fell a sleep."
>The light goes on and Aryanne stands there in her SS-uniform, with black saddlebags.
>"Are you alright?"
>You rub your temples through the hood.
"Yeah just give me a moment."
>You head for the bath to wash your face and realize you haven't even taken of your stuff.
>Setting the weapons and the hood on the ground next to the sink you wash.
You rest your weight on the sink you take a long stare in the mirror.
>You stay the way for a moment before you splash some water in your face again and dry yourself off.
>The curtains are gently moved by the wind that flows through the french window from the balcony.
>Aryanne sits there, resting at the balcony railing.
>Your steps carry you out into the cool night air.
>The lights of the cities under you look like thousands of candles in the dark.
>"Come sit down wiz me."
>Her white coat looks even whither in the pale moonlight.
>In front of her there are two glasses filled with wine.
>You take a place next to her.
"Did it go the way you wanted?"
>With a smile she gives a relieved sigh.
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>Taking the wineglass between her hooves she says, "Anon, take a glass."
>You take the other glass. And she raises hers towards you.
>"To peace, Anon."
>You hesitate a moment and just look at her.
>She too looks exhausted.
"So, I am free?"
>"Yes you are."
Reaching your glass towards her you say, "to peace and freedom."
>A clink disrupts the silence and the both of you drink.
>The wine is sweet.
>You are free to go.
>But somehow your heart sinks.
>Aryanne looks into the distance, the lights of the city shining bright.
"Aryanne, may I ask you something?"
>She doesn't look at you when so says "sure."
"Why are you doing this?"
>That gets her to face you.
>"What do you mean?"
"Bernhart told me you are the only one of you six that is in the military. There are so many paths but you chose this one, why?"
>"Das Volk. I do it to protect my people."
"I guess I understand that."
>Aryanne shakes her head.
>"No. You don't."
>Aryanne empties her glass and pour another one into her glass.
>"Zis city was in ruins when I was a child."
>"People lived in poverty. No work, no community, zey were desperate."
>"But my grandfather, he said zat everything we need is here, we can make it work, if we work for the people and not for the ponies that brought the misery on to us."
>"After a couple of years everything improved. The ponies had families, had jobs and had ambitions."
>"But the ones that tried to put us in chains conspired. Zere were revolutions and many ponies died."
>She sighs as she takes another sip.
>"Those who were responsible did not care. They could take what they wanted and leave."
>"But the people can't leave. They are chained to the ground."
>"Now the new threat are the bolshevik. They are the same people that wanted us in chains for so long…"
>"They push for war Anon…"
>Now it is your turn to take a big gulp.
>"The ponies that on the train station, zey escaped the assault on villages, zey lost their families, zeir loved ones."
>"I fight for them."
>You set your empty glass down and watch the city in silence next to her.
"There is a present for Luftkrieg I want you to give her."
>Aryanne refills both of your glasses and turns towards you.
>"You can keep the weapons, cloth and money. As an apollgy for what happened to you."
>You look into her eyes.
"Thank you, Aryanne."
>Is that sadness?
>"Where vill you go next?"
>The wine reflects the moonlight in your glass when you set it on the railing.
"I don't know."
>"Will you go back to ponyville?"
>You sit down and rest your head in your hands.
"I don't know."
>"Will you travel another two years, looking for something, anything?"
"I don't know! I don't know okay!?"
>Aryanne doesn't flinch at your outburst.
>"You are alone Anon. A person alone just wanders zis world until he dies. No family, no home, no purpose."
>Tears fall down onto ground.
"What do you know! Do you know how it feels the be the only one of your kind!? To be trapped in this world!? To be alone!? To be alien and feared wherever you go!?"
>She hesitates for a moment.
>Even though it is a bad idea.
>You tell her of your mom.
>How your dad raised you alone.
>Of your world.
>Of the history of your world.
>How you got here.
>What happened since.
>And with every passing minute her eyes go wider.
+++ END OF GREENTEXT +++
That was a great sum-up. Your service is much appreciated, based historianfag.
After almost 2 years uptime the 8chan Aryanne thread seems to have either finally hit bump limit or is broken and can't be bumped anymore, here is an archive link for it, since it will 404 in a short while.
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Well. They had a good run. Tell them their home is here now.>Spoilered Images will not be visible later.
Keep up the good work, m8. We always love contentfriends.
Do you have any tips for how a a total nufag to digital art, like me, can learn to draw hair/mane vectors?
Sorry to say but it's just a case of practicing/following tutorials.
You don't really want to take advice from me tho, The vast majority of what I do doesn't require any artistic talent at all.
Ah, I was just hoping to be able to produce some reaction images for OCs without recoloring existing vectors..
I am not much of an expert on fighting games, but some of them have very nice character designs. Fetched some samples for your leisure if you are pondering to draw a crossover. Weaponlord
(heavy Metal gore fighter with armed combat)
In Order of Appearance: Divada, Jentai, Zarak, Bane & Korrhttp://imgur.com/a/OW7nk?gridGuilty Gear XRD
(fanservicy japanese anime fighter series)
In Order of Appearance: Baiken, Elphelt, Ino, Ramlethal & Jackohttp://imgur.com/a/rJA3p?grid
what do you fags think abotu that green?>>43294
agreed, artfaggotry is hard. I wish I could, but all I can do is doodles of inanimate objects.
Great green just finished reading it. I feel guilty for not being more active or the last we weeks since I've been very busy with other commitments. >>49836
I'm good with basic stuff and have a good eye for design other then that I'm shit. I can do edits but thats about all.
Kek. Looks like she's been having a few too many pretzls lately. Cute.
Keep on at it. You're certainly better at freestyle than me. The best I've been able to do digitally has been these shitty recolors.
Does anyone have the webm. of that pmv that says "drop it."
Thank you, based kraut. May you be blessed with fourth reichs and beautiful women.
Stronger every day!
Thank you, based HistoriAnon.
Thanks for your work anon now hopefully most of the stuff will be safe.
I am now 3/4th done with digging through the archive, currently sitting around ~June 20th. It is plesant to see how the majority of /mlp/ stood by us staunchly defending the Pixelcanvas art, but I got to say, these threads are quality wise some of the worst shit i have read on /mlp/ in years. You would be sitting here for days trying to read through that, but i will give you sample thread.
The far left reddit shills who occasionally invaded the /mlp/ art threads are a class on their own. I cant even read everything in detail due to time constrains, but the few scrapes I witnessed gave me a horryfing insight of the mindset of these brainwashed people. the sheer audacity these idiots have is mindboggling.
Their acts reach from lying about being holocaust survivors to mental retardation, trying to shame 4chan by association, trying to externally tone police 4chan, professional victimhood, gloryfication of vandalism, deliberately lying about defamation laws, poorly speaking english, dehumanization of political dissenters to attempts of dogpiling, slander and poorly executed trolling.
all that over PIXELS PONIES
in a DRAWING GAME
on the internet because their FEELINGS
are more important than freedom of expression of the rest of the world. These people are fucking mental.https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/30358302/#30359889