/ub/ - Überhengst

>>8130
Yes, on all counts. She was originally (cheekily) entirely humanoid at that point, but later on it occurred to me that pure minotaur traits would be more dominant than split dwarven/elven traits, so she is more of a cow (with favorable modifiers to the genetics and mane/pelt colors).
And then a furry showed up in my feed suggesting I could make a suit and THAT was history,...

>>8135
Hmm, I don't about cows man. I even grew up on a farm. So I have spent my youth with them. Horses are more appealing. I mean cows are friendly but they look somewhat... Uhh, goofy. Horses are more regal. ^^

>>8136
Arizona is a cutie tho.

>>8136
>cows are goofy looking
Thats one ofmy favorite things about them honestly, beyond that theyre tasty
>>8137
>Arizona
Honorary /mlp/, 10/10 would boop

This is for Downpour of Fire thread:

You thought this thread wasn't gonna get updated didn't you? Me as well.

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Sunset shouted back, [color #]"Hey! Dad! We're in here!"[/color]

Sunset lead the others out of their ruined home.

Twilight clung but also supported her mother who was still a bit weak from surviving a burning building. Yeah. Velvet looked around her beautiful kitchen with a sort of forlorn look but it was also then the tears began to pour out from her eyes like waterfalls. Sunset had a weird feeling about this whole thing. She felt anger. She didn't see this a natural disaster that accidentally befell them, like the others ultimately saw it. She pinned the blame on the dragon. He did this! And... While she knew her threats were meaningless, she wanted... No, he would pay! Surely, she could carry out such a promise, with her weird powers?

Exactly when they exited their burnt home, man with well combed hair ran straight into them. Sunset hesitated for a second and that's all it took for the man tip over his wife and daughter.

"You're alive!" he shouted seemingly oblivious to the fact that they lay on the ground beneath him after he essentially tackled them.

At first it seem as if Velvet was upset over being tackled and while she groaned, her tears flowed even faster.

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This is some random fantasy I had:

Jun let her wound patch themselves up before she stood up; her yellow aura, a body-slim field of energy in the color of her soul: yellow, lit up around her and the scratches, bruises, and bleeding were all healed up as if they were dirt being washed away by hot water. She heard a loud pop sound as she felt shoulder return to it's normal position.

Then she stood up. She patted off the dirt on her sick black cloak as much as she could. She check so her sword was still in it's scabbard. She felt Excalibur's handle on her smooth little hand palm.

Then her gaze wander across the spear. The one that had hit her with full speed in the fall. It was stuck into the grass a bit further away from where she had crashed.

She absentmindedly move over to it and inspected it. It felt familiar or at least the color scheme, no it was probably just her imagination. Regardless, she'd wait for it's owner to arrive? But this spear was their arm and now they had no weapon in the middle of a grim-infested forest. Yeah, she had to find them

But where had the spear come from? She looked around. Trees, bushes, trees, grass, trees, and boulders. Yeah, she didn't know squat. And setting off in a random direction, just hoping to encounter the owner didn't feel like a smart idea. She just might as well walk away from them for all she knew. Yes, this was entirely her fault and shouldn't really be this hard. But yeah, what can you do?

She sat down cross-legged and shut her eyes. She steadied her breathing while adjusting her posture. She sent her awareness out with the magic of the world. Searching for anyone nearby.

Nothing. Grim. More Grim. Nothing. A person. Woman. Light but hard armor. Confident. Determined. But aware of the danger she is in. Powerful but not in the ways of magic. She prods the woman and the woman seems just annoyed by a sudden ghost ache she can't place but that she thinks nothing of, instead of realizing someone is aware of her.

"I sense you," you whisper.

The woman stops and looks around.

"Come here." You project your presence with magic. Causing all things living and dead to be drawn to you. She will be here soon.

>>8138
>beyond that theyre tasty
"Hey, master. Do you want a bath, some dinner, or parhaps... Me."
"Why did you offer the same thing twice?"
>Honorary /mlp/, 10/10 would boop
Indeed. ^^

Okay, this might be interesting.
https://www.typingtest.com/

>>8139
Shitpost before you walk...

Futas aren't born as ordinary girls at first but when they reach puberty, then suddenly they gain something: A package.

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Pyrrha saw her javelin lodged into the ground. She ran up to it, pulled it out, transformed it into it's blade form, and sheathed it. Then she looked up.

The forest eased up here and small meadows of grass rose between the dotted out straggler trees. However, that fell into the background as her focused shifted to the many heaps of uprooted moss and grass, along with their roots and the dirt that clung to them across her. It look like something between a plow and warthog had gone berserk down a path here. The line of damage ended in patch dark ground with folded up grass rug next to it. As she got closer, the size and form of the patch reminded her of a small human body.

Did that girl crash here? she thought. An image of the blonde girl dressed in a black cloak came to her mind.

Pyrrha had appreciated that she'd interrupted Weiss as the girl had offered to team-up solely for Pyrrha's reputation. What she hadn't expected, however, was that the interruption would cause Pyrrha to but change her mind on Weiss'es character as an networking elitist to a girl seeking out her own path. In strange way, she felt that Weiss felt more, well, normal for a lack of a better word and the girl.

Who refers to themselves as inferior? she thought.

If this was her crash/landing site, then the girl had to be nearby. So where was she?

Pyrrha's gaze darted around in search for the girl.

She moved her gloved hands to the sides of her mouth before calling out, "H-hello?"

Maybe it wasn't smart to make noise with Grim nearby but Pyrrha felt more worried for the girl. She could
be alone, perhaps injured or at least low on aura after what Pyrrha assumed was a failed attempt of a landing strategy. Pyrrha felt sure she could fight off any Grim who'd be drawn out.

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"H-hello?"

"Tsk," Jun clicked her tongue. She bent her lips into her mouth and pulled her lips into a thin line as she drew them apart. Both her eyebrows weighed heavily on her.

Why? she thought. Why is she still here? Doesn't she realize that if our gazes met we're partners for the next... Well, until the Vytal Festival.

Her eyebrows jumped up.

Maybe she doesn't. Okay, then.

Jun stood up and in doing so moved out of the cover a nearby bush provided her.

I have a fimfiction account now.
https://www.fimfiction.net/user/831515/It+Is+Sven

>>8258
>Shutup, Ah been cutting onions
>lurk increases by 80%
Aww, ty <3

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Miss Nonny
Chapter 1 -- Disillusionment with Reality

Blood burst forth, as if squirted out from a whale's back, into the air before pitter-pattering back onto the stone plateau it had come from. More blood followed and soon the circular plateau was a fountain fit for the deepest bowels of hell. Yet, clean of flesh it looked less ominous and more...

The influx of blood stopped as a small circular pool had formed on the white stone plateau. The blood was still, not a ripple.

In the center of the pool a chalk-white noodle-esque thing wormed up and breached the surface, like a blade a grass climbing out of the ground. It wriggled around. White branches of these wriggling things sprouted from the first one. They curled in and over each other, forming braids. As the days passed, the yarn of noddles took the shape human, laying on its side in the fetal position. As the days passed, the blood was was sucked up by the form. Its white color replaced by a stark red one. But was it really blood? No.

As the red-liquid had been drained from the pool and into the form, the pure red body horror morphed further. Green skin enveloped the form. Soon black hair grow out and far on it's head. For it had a head now. It was a human female. The woman was short with wide hips but somewhat undernourished. No fat but also no muscles, skinny limbs, toned stomach but no abs.

She snored.

The question was if Equestria was ready for a being of pure spaghetti (and tomato-sauce).

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Anon's back hurt. He was laying on something really hard. And on top of that, he trembled as he froze. Though her refused to open his eyes for something so minor. Instead he reached out for his blanket in his groggy and not fully awake state-of-mind.

His hand fumbled around grabbing only empty air.

Fuck, why is the bed so hard, he thought as he moved around trying to find a soft spot.

"Ow!" he said and groaned as his elbow hit the stone surface he laid on.

On some level, he though his voice sounded weird but he dismissed it as he sat up and caressed his sore elbow.

As lowered himself back down again, it hurt but he was so tired that he just tried to roll over on his side to deal with it.

As he moved about trying to find a comfortable lying position, a subdued light bothered his eyes. He wondered for a moment if he hadn't closed the curtains to his window before going to bed, then he blinked a few times before opening them fully.

What greeted him was the moon, but not through a window as he had somewhat expected, instead it hung high in the sky, above him. Around the moon he could see stars. They in turn were framed in by the nearby black silhouettes of the leaf covered branches of the treetops.

He was stunned for a moment before a gentle breeze caressed his cheek. Then he jumped up.

His head spun one way and then the other. Where was he?

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The creature had a drill for a mouth and beak. A hermit-crab shell that spun with a muscle the pulled it counter at a certain point and then relaxed until it pulled again, inscreasin it speed.

In RWBY's first season there's a scene involving Weiss, Pyrrha, and Jaune. But if we were to replace Jaune with our Jun. This is how I imagine that scene would play out.
Key points: -----------------

Let's just get in those thousand words and move on for today [I'm starting up a routine of writing 1k words (not necessarily good words, just words to practice writing) daily.]. I'm in too much pain to be writing from inspiration even though I'd say it's better.

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"So I was thinking maybe we could be on the same team together?" said the short girl with snow-white hair in a ponytail.

"Well that sounds grand," said the amazonian, tall red-head.

"Great."

"Wait, aren't you Weiss Schnee?" piqued a voice up and caused the pair to turn to the source.

Behind them a hay-blonde girl cloaked in black. The hilt of a sword peeked over her shoulder.

The girl with white hair lit up and beam with pride.

"That I am," she said with satisfied smirk. "Who might you be?"

[One of my strengths as a writer is that I keep questioning things and ponder who characters would act and what make sense. Another is that I problematize everything, which makes for more complex stories once I have managed to wriggle myself through the maze of problems I see before myself, however this can also feel very discouraging when one only sees issues and questions in one's writing. ]

[So since this is more about getting a specific amount of words in per day. Let's just get that done and not think to much if it makes any sense, which means I'll relay on cliche to fill out my writing from now on. ]

"I'm Artia. Artia Pendragon," said the blonde woman and fired off a volley from her finger guns.

It seems one of the shots hit the bull's eye of the ginger's heart as she swooned with one hand to her forehead. She fell into the locker behind her and used it for support.

And it made sense, the blonde girl was so cool that if this was earth she'd fix global warming all on her own. Is global warming really a thing? If trees needs carbondioxid to photosyntize wouldn't that mean that more carbs would just make their be more oxygen in the air? I genuinely don't know but I do know that I don't trust authoritize. It's to a point where I would genuinely start smoking to see if it's actually not straight up healthy for you. But this isn't really writing a story, this is just blabbering so let's get back to it.

Artia then pulled her sword and slashed at Weiss. Why? IDK. Anyway, Weiss pulls out her rapier in the nick of time and parrys. A resonating clang vibrates the air. A small pause, then Weiss slaps away the sword with her rapier before diving in for a stab.

Artia lets go of the sword in her right hand. It falls down into her waiting left hand. She snatches it and proceed to deflect the incoming stab. Then she takes a giant step forward with her left foot and slams her pommel into Weiss'es guts causing Weiss to fold around it.

That's when Weiss'es eyes flared up in a blue shimmer. She grabbed the handle of her rapier with a vice-grip the likes of which the scorpion's pale. She pulled her blade back before swinging in a wide arch towards Artia. Artia jumped back to dodge the strike. But Weiss wasn't done. She called upon her semblance, the one that had been passed down for generations, the one the could empower others, create platforms, and summon incredible fighters of pure aura.

With a wave of her hand, glowing white glyph appeared on the ground around Weiss. Arcane threads rolled off them like smoke before slithering towards her blade. They ensnared it and it's glow came and went with a pulse, like a that of a heart. Using the point of her rapier like a pen, she began to jolt down several quick but precise fantastical letters, which light-trail only lasted a brief moment in space before it drifted away.

Suddenly, a much larger glyph formed on the floor and out of it rose a giant knight with a bed-sized mace resting over its shoulder. Swirls of power surrounded the mace and the knight's armor.

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Well, I didn't reach it but it's trying that's what's important.

This is the 100th post of my thread. Let's celebrate! With and

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This is as much as I gotten done so far:

"Hmm hmm hm hm," Mayuri sing-songed as she lied on her stomach on Daru's T-shirt that was spread out like a rug on the floor. She had lifted her feet up in the air and let them swish back and forth in the air as if she was running on an imaginary track.

From where Daru sat at his computer, he made a fist-pump.

"Mayuri is frolicking on my shirt. She's getting her adorableness all over it," he said.

There was peace for a few moments more.

A small figure grow in size as it got closer in rapid speed towards the window. Suddenly, a pair of high-heel boots shattered one of the apartment's windows into pieces. The figure let go off the rope it had swung with and spun in backwards in the air while being curled up into a small ball, before landing on three limbs: One bent knee, one side-ways outstretched leg, and one on hand in thee ground while the other keep the figure's balance. The raven hair fell down onto figure's back. But despite all the action; the figure, who was a girl in her teens, regarded Mayuri with a stoic expression with her purple eyes.

"Gah!" said Daru as he brought up a fist to his mouth as if it was burger he was gonna munch on before falling off his rolling chair.

"Haa!" Mayuri gasped, rolled away, and hid behind Daru's T-shirt.

Time seemed to have stopped. The only indication that it hadn't were the constant sound of traffic you could always hear in the city.

>checks tallies
>nods in affirmation
Thank you for your work 'sven', please do carry on ^_^

>>8278
Thank u <3

>>8281
^^

Applejack galloped up to the main entrance of the Ponyville hospital, spun around, and bucked the double doors open. With a bang, they flew open and she entered.

"Somepony, help me!" she shouted into the corridor of shocked and confused ponies.

AJ looked peeked over her own shoulder and looked at the bundle of her lethally injured friend, Rainbow Dash that lay unconsciously on her back.

"Somepony. *Huff* Help her."

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Twilight Velvet licked her mouth as she eyed the crystal crustation crossing the beach side-ways. She and Anonymous sat on the pier, listening to the rolling and collapsing incoming waves. It sounded like the very sea was drawing heavy breath's in its sleep.

Anon raised an eyebrow at her friend's clear mouthwatering inclination towards the salt-crab. It got its name from the block of white salt that formed on its shell. Anon didn't not get the appeal. She hadn't even like potato chips back on earth and this was even saltier, yet ponies had a hard time resisting this dumb infatuation of theirs.

Velvet lifted up her grey behind and took a few tentative steps towards the crab. The crab immediately noticed, walked around in a circle in order to face her, clasped its claws in a menacingly melody of castanet-esque clicks.

However, it was hard to say if Velvet was intimidated by this display or if she gulped due to her hunger for that sweet sweet salt. Her pupils expanded to saucers anyway.

Anon brought a hand up to her forehead and sighed.

"Don't do it, Vel. It's not gonna end well," Anon said.

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Tap tap tap.

There was a knock on the door. Dan grunted and got out of bed, navigated though the maze of garbage and discarded clothes before arriving at the door and opening it.

Outside stood a tall, probably six feet tall, woman with blonde wavy hair, tanned with not a single speck of fat on her while wearing a dress that showed off her hourglass-like body.

"Hi, Dan. I just moved here. I'm a supermodel," she said while one of her polished nails rested on her thick lips before striking a pose with the sound of a whip snap.

Dan just glared at her.

"I don't care who the IRS sends. I'm not paying taxes," Dan yelled.

The supermodel giggled into her hand demurely. Then she lifted Dan up like child.

"You're funny and so cute. If you kiss me, I'll make you pancakes." She pushed out her lips.

Dan did the same in response but before their lips touched, the woman's face morphed into a hissing, monster-lizard.

Next thing, Dan knew was that he woke up and threw his alarm clock into a wall.

>pics cute but unrelated tho still pony

Fair Star leaned over journalist pone. Her toothy smile stretching her features as she dragged a hoof through the trembling mare's mane.

"Tch," Fair clicked her tongue. "Miss Forgery Forger, I most say I don't like the name you gave in your leading article: 'The Misandry Mare Manic -- How involuntary celibacy among loser mares breeds jealousy and hate.' In fact, you are right. I do hate it."

The journalist pony whined sharply through the cloth that gagged her.

Fair petted her lovingly.

"Shh. Shh. Sh. It's alright. We all make mistakes. And you're... Not forgiven exactly but it's not why I brought you here. You're here to listen to my suggestions for your next article:--" Fair made a sweeping motion with her hoof. "--Justice and retribution -- One mare's struggle against a cruel society. A mare called Nemesis.

"What you think? Pretty catch, huh?"

Behind Fair's voice distortion mask, Fair smirked.

This is me transcribing a scene from Dan vs.
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"Alright, now which one of you is Chris?" asked the rather large officer as her glared at them from otherwise of his desk.

Chris, Dan's tall friend with milk-chocolate hair, beamed and said, "That's me sir."

The officer lifted a bag with ''EVIDENCE' written on it before he started to pull things out of it and put them on the desk as named them.

"Okay. So we have a wallet, keys, a comb--"

"Why do you have a comb?" asked Dan, looking annoyed, which one could never tell if he was actually mad or if this was just... Normal. "You're hair is boring."

--"A locket with a picture in it." Continued the policemen as the locket dropped out of the bag and flipped open. The picture was of Elise.

"Hey! That's not me," said Dan accusatory.

"Three bouillon cubes. Two beef, one chicken," continued the cop.

Dan's eyes darted back and forth between the cubes and Chris.

"Really?" he asked as he put his hand on his hips.

"There might be a soup related emergency."

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Continued.

"Do you mind?" said the officer and slammed his fist into the desk. "I got a lot on my plate. And don't need to be spending all day with a couple of knuckleheads, like you two."

The officer's pointer finger pointed first at Dan, then at Chris.

"Oh, yeah?" asked Dan, leaning forward with a low pointing finger. "What do you got that's so important?"

The officer brought up a book onto the table. It's cover read: 'TOXIC BUDDY' and then 'Coping with an angry friend'.

"I'm in the middle of a book, I'd like to finish some time this year."

"Good book," Chris said as glanced over at Dan, who looked at him back with suspicion. "Not all of it works though."

"Almost every single one will be worth a watch but I put the my favorite in front for you.

"It's copyrighted music, mosstly from Nitendo. As always, if you guys like this, leave a comment or.

"This VOD is so damn long.

"They say it's like an optical illusion. So this is how big he is and I think he's pretty gigantic.

"So thanks for watching.

"So is this smart? Can I actually stop this guy from doing his camp.

"It doesn't mattter if I get low, I'm Warwick so it's not reall a problem.

"Why am Ibeing pinged. Does she no understand how Warwick works or something? I think that Nami simply doesn't understand.

"'Does she not know she's playing with a Warwick one-trick?' I'm not a one-trick.

Shaco put down a trap and ww walked stright into them, ruining the red buff camp take.
Nami typed: "Top. Shaco." Though, WW obiously knew about Shaco since he fucked up his clear in the begining.

"Oh my God. I'm getting so low.

*Laughs and groans in pleasure from a nice top dive on Wukong.*

"I love Warwick. I'm so annyoing. He might be able to kill. No he won't. Zero, three at four minutes.

"I mean, he fight me. All he has to do is not fight. It's not like I can fight him under turret.

"I want him to feel really uncomfortable and I want him to miss exp on occasion.

"I pushed him away from that melee minion that just died.

"He has nine cs at seven minutes."

Warwick is pushing in a huge wave under turret and Wukong dies, losing yet another wave of experince points and gold.

Wukong has now zero kills, five deaths, twelve in creep score at nine minutes.

"Seventy-five to twelve is fine to me."

He is ganked by Shaco and while he kills Wukong their combined crowd control and damage leads to Warwick's death and subsequent shut down reward money being handed to Shaco.

WW gets first turret. Wukong flashes away. WW clears a canon wave and proceeds to push the next as he enters the enemies' top collection zone and his pressure zone. He takes some trades with Wukong under turret then suddenly Talon roams on him.

"Wait. Honestly, I'm gonna go Ice-born Gauntlet. Look at their team-composition. They aren't gonna do any damage to me."

WW stands in, or walks around in River as they take on Cloud Drake. It's a typical european dragon with blueish-grey, pointy fur along the it's neck.

The so called brushes of the Summoner's Rift was a more like eight feet tall strands of grass, which grew back to back to one another.

Every time Twisted Fate threw out his three cards, one always flew away right forward and the other two went obliquely away from him.

When WW hits something and his IBG passive is active a circular field of frost appear on the ground.

WW's R is him long-leaping in the air forward in direction and if her collide with a champ, he ferociously start to swipe his claws into them.

On the ground in the lanes were packed, and dried dirt-roads with patches of grass and greens. There were also stone plates forming symbols at places almost like remnants that indicated it used to be a fancy, stone road.

The earth dragon symbol was a hexagon split into three parts. A romb-like figure that split the hexagon into two equal geometrical symbols, from the center and top but with a cut-off top corner.

Kaisa fired multiple plasma shots off from her weird alien appendages that looked and were something in between wings and artillery weapons.

Warwick a towering werewolf-esque creature that could both run on all fours and walk on his backlegs. He kinda looked like the big bad wolf from the red riding hood story.

The graoh displaying dmage and other states where in spalts.

Brambleback was a creature made of a wood and fire as on his back it hada glowing red core on the back. Once killed it would grant the kill this powerful enchantment.

Under the health bar of the Gwen and below the her mana bar where three grey dots. After an auto attack they dots would be replaced by a rombious rectangle and once all four of them, they turned from grey to purple.

Gwen had a white skirt with a long black hem. Her cyan hair was set into pigtails.

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This scene is made for describing the image not the other way around.
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"This is you're room," said the maid, bowed, and gestured to her side and at the open door. "Why don't you unpack and prepare yourself. I'll fetch you later when the mistress see fit."

Servien nodded and said her thanks to the maid absentmindedly as the sheer shock of the luxurious suite that was now her new room rocked her world.

Nothing in it was plain. Except for the air, which was crisp and clean. However, the ceiling, the walls, and floor were are all excessively detailed and decorated that it wasn't possible to take in it all in one go. The more she looked at room, the higher the price of the room rose.

Back home, home, she had been used to a ceiling fan spinning over white but dirt ceiling covered in fly sh** and and lamp with dead flies inside of the plastic.

This room had a golden chandelier with lamps with white fez-like shade and it hung from a circular disc that sat in ceiling, like platform, with velvet crimson fabric hanging around the chandelier.

The bed was a just straight up a double bed with a white wood bed-frame with golden parts. The frame took one a bunch of curves that were outside of the realm of description for Servien.

The floor was so polished it reflected the ceiling and on the white floor a circular depiction of floors and geometrical patterns. This circular pattern was one-to-one with the circular plateau that the chandelier hung from.

A elliptical mirror was attached to a nearby wall before it stood a desk and around it shelves were made part of the wall.

Thin windows sat on both sides of the bed's wall.

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I tried my best but this room is hard for me to describe. I feel like I both lack the vocabulary and how to start my description.

[YouTube] Tarzaned wanted to open, but I was on Xerath, and I don't lose on Xerath. [Embed]
"We can honestly push pretty damn well," said Pekinwoof as backed up his Zoe so her Q would hit harder.

"I tried to catch Vayne off-guard but she flash. So she's flashless."

"So we lose Elder and Baron."

"Vayne is four items, just like me."

"I don't know if we can contest that."

"'That fight was lost without Kindred ult.' Yeah. But you can't think of things that way. It's not like we didn't know we were gonna fight... We have a Kindred on out team so we can take fights like that. You know?

"So you can take a dumb fight like that. Like, if you wear a setbelt, then you can actively crash your car. Well, actually that's probably not the best example. Nevermind."

"So if you don't know who Sodapoppin is, he is actually contesting Karashmai as the best Kayn. So be ready to be impressed guys.

"We have Tarzend. Should I show Tarzend my Xerath? I'm sure he will be impressed actually. Okay, I really don't like this match-up. But whatever. Okay. I'm not versus this match-up. I don't like playing against Kayn as Xerath. Oh, God. That's super bad. He's gonna pick Hecarim. Oh, dammit. I was wrong.

"Bro it's the fuckin' Morgana. The Morgana who rage-quitting when I was playing Zoe. The one that said I wasn't doing anything. Ehh-heh-hehe, *draws breath*.

"'Guys, I'm peaking this season. I need this win.' We gotch you Tarzend. No problemo.

"I only hit one person. Are you serious? That sucks.

"Heh. Ah-ah-aaah-*sigh*. Wait, I lost. He has four more ap then he should have had. That's so depressing. That's not fair.

"'You the best Pekin.' Hell yeah. I am.

"Alright, we are completely even cs versus Kass. That's good. I think.

"No deaths. Feels good.

"'This is for the hype train not for Pekin because the bank is closed.' Huh? I guess, I could have just thrown stun. Knowing that he's standing next to a wall. Though, I don't know if I have enough burst to actually kill.

"Oawh! My fault.

"Wait, he didn't die? How? Oh, nice nice. Hehe, well. Ah-omm. I'm getting fed I guess.

"I missed. Aww, that would have gotten him though. Nice.
3:37

This is just me practicing writing with different methods. It's not worth reading.

>>8305
Did you just apologize for posting?
>errant pimp-hand wavers in the background

>>8306
<errant pimp-hand wavers in the background
I don't get it. ^^

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Based on attached image:

The garden was gorgeous. From the height, she stood one she could see how smoothly it spread out below her. The spite it all being laid out on a uneven slope, you could never tell; The grass was cut so smoothly it could belong on a golf pitch. The two slithering cobblestone roads had also perfect curves. Between them a bulbous mass of brushes and flowers in different colors from green leaves to red flower, purple tulips, and white tiny flowers on brushes sat. Yet despite this mass of vegetation width and seize someone clearly walked into this mass to polish it's roundness since not a single limb of the plants strayed out-of-line.

Despite it being autumn, the garden still held beautiful colors, maybe even due to this fact. The trees both the large one in the horizon and the small nearby held colors of green and yellow. Two nearby trees f the pine-family that belong to the garden were cut like jalapenos on pizza.

While the air was cold this far north, it was also fresh and crisp and filled with oxygen. A distant bird yelled not chirped. The small birds that chirp had mostly left.

In a small moment she saw a squirrel dart across the roads and disappear into the thick vibrant dark-greens of a nearby tree.

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'Darn cat', you though. 'You should had stop her from getting it.'

Your little girl presented it with white flowers that glowed in the moonlight. The full-moon hung in the cautiously clouded sky which didn't deny the stars from shining through. This was all framed in by the tall tree-crowns. The air had weird mystical taste to it tonight. The flowers were connected to a long stem.

Your little girl's were eyes shut but blue mascara on and lips full with a dull color. Dark teal stone hung from her pierced knife-ears. Her red-brown hair split evenly down and seemed to have gone long before someone had cut it off roughly with a knife, now it didn't even reach past her shoulder. She wore a black dress that clung to her shoulders to stay up as its neck-hole was so wide. Her build from as far as you could see was petite and thin. She also had black leggings.

That darn cat, with it's several feet long trailing smoke body and visible bones through that you saw through it's smokey but transparent skin, well transparent enough to see the bones but not passed that. Its white skull sniffed the flowers it was presented with as it wiggled its necromatic black fog ears quaintly.

You had enough. 'Ungrateful cat!'

You place your bony paws on your master and pant appealingly like a good dog.

>>8308
From dream I had tonight:

David and me were on camp and we were to compete and we climbed up into a tree house and then walked down and a lady who worked their said we were too slow. Then we were suppose to wrestle as some sort of tie-breaker and we did, I lost. Then my mom came and took us for a car ride. Then we were in aweird car where my mom sat in the middle front seat which had the wheel, actually there were two wheels and I didn't like her driving cause she was driving 40 km/h on a gravel road with a lot of gravel and I thought that felt fast or wahtever though I did comment on that fact that it shouldn't feel that fast and that even if you hit someone they would be hit by the car.

Anyway tehn we saw a purple worm the right a black guy inventedt he funky flow and er listen to his album or whatever nad david took the wheel and I said that's good since he's a better driver.

Anyway, the worm, that worm showed up again. And suddenly the road started to get covered with these patches of white tendons and pink flesh that were these worms fault and suddenly this escalted and the whole ground was covered in this fleshy tissue and we got scared so we decided to get to the next place of the camp via the free way and get off this small road. Suddenly, I was ejected or rather I appeared alone on this flesh cover road nad landsacpe alone. Then the dream cut and I took the body of my friend david and now he was alone in the car and a viceover explained how the alien parastic worms took over nad killed 80% or ate, and now either humans lived in the north or lived inservitude of hte worms. Anyway, David drives 100 mile and reaches this cold north and there's a bunch of snowy landsacpe and stuff and he arrives at a small cottage or wahtever that he lives in it.

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Anyway, he lives theresuddenly the ground isn't covered in snow anymore but itss still a cold climate or wahtever. He walks over to his neighbers to say hi and there's a like a woman and her children there. He well liked bye the children and the woman but the woman wanna keep quiet since the man of the house is jealus or suspcious of David and fears that he might tkae his wife or something even though he has done nothing so. The wife likes him though sine he is s good with the chilrden and takes time to listen to the children. It alsmo seems that the fatehr is depressed as he is sleeping upstairs.
Anyway, that isn't all thhat important since David steps back out nad goes back to his cottage nad finds me there with my chilrden and David pulls a gun on me wonderign how I survived the worms. I greet him long time not see or soemthign and he says something I appearently said that "if I ever survive a zombie apocalypse like a tv show then you know im'..." and hten he says that i'm either a worm slave or a worm-man. Then David runs to the house of hte family but tells them to not let him in since they don't know if he isinfect so it could be atrick even though he knows he's not infect so I don't know why he would be...^^
That's were the dream ends.

Practice Run -- Chapter 1 -- This is Trash

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Description: She's summon as a demon to serve a vile unicorn.
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Declaimer: This is your only warning! Stay clear of this fic. It's garbage. I have a long time now struggled to write and finish stories. I can sometimes in a blue moon make things that I'm satisfied with, like the other story I have on my profile: That is story you should read if your interested in my more normal work. This on the other hand is less for your enjoyment and more for my own improvement. This "story" is just a challenge to myself to keep at a story and keep the red thread of it till it's end. I'll try to write at least 1k words for each chapter and maybe end around 50k words. This is all written by the seat of my pants, meaning it will be quite meandering. For a writer like me who needs time to set-up, this leads to writing that can be described thusly: Generic and boring. But I'm repeating myself, I'm writing this for my own sake.
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She felt hot, as if her body was on fire. She grabbed her shoulders, grimaced, and kept her eyes shut. Then they fluttered open.

Above her a pony in midnight blue coat stood. It was a mare. She wore the top-half of a skull as a hat and her black mane popped out in pigtails down either sides of her head. She looked down at her with her cold purple eyes.

She felt herself being squeeze tighter and tighter and peered down. An ethereal chain in black and purple had ensnared her torso.

She didn't recognize her body but then again she found herself not recognizing who she was either. She put those thoughts out of her mind as her gaze wandered back up to the mare before her. The links of the chains traveled up to the glowing nose of the skull, which upon closer inspect, she realized had a horn sticking out through it. The mare was a mythical creature, a unicorn.

A glow from below her caught her eyes and she looked down. She sat in the center of a glowing circle with triangle in it's middle. Glowing glyphs and other symbols were drawn in the frame.

She glance behind her. It was a starry night sky above so it calmed her but the moon was terrifying. It was red and black, some spots were glowing red others were muted black. A nearby river held glowing and bobbing lanterns and above the close-by forest rose a the snowy tops of a pointy mountain.

"Hey, demon. Pay attention," said a female voice.

Her face whirled back in place and saw that it had been the unicorn that had spoken. At the same time the glow from the magic circle below her vanned and eventually vanished, leaving behind only lines of black sooth in it's place.

"Me?" she asked.

"Yes, you." A few black links disappear in puffs of smoke as she is pulled closer and tighter by the chain. "Do you see anybody else here?"

"I'm a... Demon?" She asked and looked down on her pure white limbs.

She had a human body. A girl's body. Beyond pale legs, arms, and hands, even if they were bond by purple glowing phantasmal chains. She wore a thin-fabric black dress but her feet were bare. Her hair was blood-red. Her head felt weirdly, heavy.

She meet the pony's eyes again, and asked, "I'm I not just human?"

The pony did a quick scrunch of her muzzle before taking a step forward, and giving something above your head a knock.

Clonk donk.

You felt a force outside of you shake your head till the point that your view vibrated before your eyes. You turned your eyes upwards to the limit and saw curved, pointy, black tips just above you. You could feel them then, your giant horns that sat one each side of your head.

As you limbs were bond you could sadly not reach out and touch them though you wanted to.

>>8313
>slaps away the disclaimer
I think I can tell you her name, if you're interested, but thats not a good idea.
Take my energy anon, you can do this ^_^

>>8315
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/572823/practice-run
I scrapped that version for a first chapter and wrote another. Here's the first 1k words if you're interested.

>>8342
1st thing, after the cup day is over ^_^

>>8342
Sorry for the delay. I said first thing, but that was a lie; the first thing was booz and tobacco.
The story begins well. The pacing of the writing is good, sufficiently descriptive, and the way it's presented leaves the reader thinking "Okay, some kind of hellish birthing. But why, and where is this going?" which is a good question to leave the audience asking at the end of the first chapter (assuming they intend to read more, which I do). My only criticism is that while the spelling is 100% there are a few grammar errors.

>Her eyes flicked down and there she something akin to a snake waggle
Should say something like
>she SAW something akin....
I saw another one, but I skimmed twice and couldn't find it. When I do, I'll point it out

>>8343
^^
>>8344
Thanks for your take. I appreciate that you too your time. <3 It's always fun to know someone read it.

This is what I've written thus far for chapter 2. So much for 1k words per day.

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Chapter 2 -- "Ritin is about words, not ideas. Just rite, bruh."

She shook her head. She couldn't figure out if her tail was alive or not. It was strange, if nothing else. One could compare it to having a hand that would move on it's own from time to time, which was just a bit creepy. Oh well.

Her musings go interrupted by the same chittering and tittering from before but this time closer by, as if the sources of sounds had moved closer. She looked up an realized why her echo had only traveled backwards -- before her white silk covered the stone floor and would climb up to dress up the walls and ceiling. Tunnels weaved in like that of collar of jumpers. Nets that only lacked glass between their holes to fit in as windows in cathedrals were strung up between stalagmites. Mummified prey dangled from single strands of gooey white straight from the ceiling in their cocooned cages.

And on each possible little spot they could be defying the laws of physics were the loud-mouths that kept on chittering at her: Spooders.

Well, maybe more like tarantulas considering their hairy bodies. It was a bit of a toss up. Whatever these spiders would be classified as they were many and came in varying sizes from some the size of cats and in the size of dogs. The eerie glow of the red orbs around her reflected in their black eyes.

It was strange. Now in the relative light, she saw that stone surface she stood on with the glowing pentagram was the centerpiece of a small shrine. What was strange was that around this small, circular shrine was this mattress of webbing. It was as if the shrine was a boat in a sea of milk and to follow up on that metaphor behind her was a waterfall as the cavern opened up as a cliff cut off the ground behind her.

She cold feel the chill as she inhaled through clenched teeth and as pure ice was pumped into her veins. She held the spiders' full attention. She tilted her head to the side as she watched them and quickly stopped as the weight made it uncomfortable to do so. Still though...

Why aren't they moving? Don't they see me? You'd think they attack or something by now? she thought.

Immediately upon thinking that thought, her gaze snapped up to capture any movement from the archness, yet none had occurred. It was eerie to say the least, since their eyes were clearly aimed in her direction, yet they made no move for her. It was strange to be seemingly frozen in time in a moment were one would expect to turn around and bolt, in the next.

At first she didn't dare to move but as time passed her initiate fear-turn-confusion turned once more into anger. It was unbearable to be stuck standing petrified in place for the fear of breaking whatever spell the spiders were under. The unknown rage in her boiled back up to the surface. The one that wasn't hers wanted to break out of her chest and pummel the spiders for scaring her so.

Red smoke emerged from the orb in her tail but then morphed into red electrical discharge that jolted around the head. The tail's head snapped and whipped in the direction of the spiders before wrapping and constricting like boa around her leg. It was if her own tail was raging.

Vanguard of Ponyville
Ch. 1 -- I don't want to work. Ever!

Raven Inkwell used her magic to tap her pen into the table. She sat at the royal reception desk, the one for ponies seeking an audience with Princess Celestia herself. It was a Sunday morning and the usually busy hall was almost empty. The emptiness emphasized the grandness of the thing, high ceiling, circular white pillars holding up the vault, gold decorations everywhere, and polished marble floor to te point that reflected one's image. She glanced at the giant golden clock at the far end of the hall and snorted.

So much for having an open mind,Raven thought.

She should have expected this. Expecting ponies from the colonies to act with propriety was dumb so expecting a non-pony to be on time probably was even dumber. But this 'Anonymous' had been recommended by Twilight Velvet herself, heir of the noble Sparkles family, to be knighted, yet she couldn't show up on time? What kind of idiot doesn't make time when invited by the ruler of all of Equestria? Raven, who worked here, was never late. Even creatures outside of Equestria ought to be grateful consider it was the Princess'es sun that brought in every day of their lives.

'Don't be bigot, Raven,' the words of her friend, said a couple a of days ago while ate together, echoed in her head. She had just recounted her workday where she had to talk to the Yak embassy. 'They just have a different culture but they are not bad pon- C-creatures just because of that.'

Raven slammed her hoof in the desk. The thud bounced around in the hall. It woke up a mare sleeping in her waiting chair and a filly walking around in the hall quickly returned to her father and sat down. Raven ignored the sour look from the newly awoken mare and didn't explain herself to the filly. Instead she stood up, the chair whined as it was pushed back.

For a moment she moved towards the big double doors behind, ready to interrupt the meeting the Princess was currently dealing with only to stop herself. She knew she couldn't do that though since the Princess had called for Anonymous to arrive in half an hour. Raven had changed that time though to one hour earlier on her own behalf, change it in the letter that was sent to Anonymous and so on. So she couldn't tell Princess Celestia without informing her of doing this, which was fine, at worst she'd get a minor scolding, but she still prefer not to be scolded.

And I did all this for your sake.

Raven walked around her desk and trotted toward the exit. She had walked out a few times before, just in case Miss Anonymous was lost somewhere outside. She had no doubt she'd recognize her. After all, she was some kind of demi-human. Since most of the populace were ponies in Equestria, she figured Anonymous would stand out like an earth pony in Cloudsdale.

She exited the grand waiting-room, she passed two guard mares standing attention, and stepped out on white stone staircase looking like a waterfall. She was quite far up so it gave her good view on the crowds below. She saw haughty noble with their nose up in the air like shark fins, tourists having their picture taken with mountain ranges as a backdrop, and a group of unicorn students walking towards Princess Celestia's school of gifted unicorns.

Her gaze was anywhere but on the steps ahead of her but once she finally looked there she found a green-skinned bipedal creature, dressed in skirt and cloak. The skirt was mostly beige but had oak brown hem and rope tying it to her waist. Her cloak was chocolate brown and along with the skirt would wave as the infamous Canterlot breeze passed her by. The hilt of a sword peeked out over her shoulder and her coal-black hair was tied into a ponytail that slipped down in under her down hoodie's collar.

It was dragging its feet up the stair, oblivious to Raven.

Raven blinked a few times at the creature. It was dragging its feet up the stair. She was a bit surprised. She had imagined the miss to be a minotaur, a centaur, a tabaxi, a werewolf, or something. Instead, she was something... Else. As a the Princess personal secretary, she was obviously well-educated. So she knew some factoids about demi-humans beyond what the laymare might. So, she recogniced that the specifmin, she watching was indeed one. But what bother her, was that while it walked on two legs as all demi-humans do, it did not have a clear animal part, or at least she couldn't see it. Perhaps it was hidden underneat its garment?

She shook her head clear of her thoughts and ran down the steps of the stair. The sound of her clopping made the woman turn her head to Raven. She looked surprised.

"Are you Miss Anonymous Darkwebster?"asked Raven stopped just ahead of the woman.

The woman's expression change to a worried on for a moment.

"Yes. That's me," the woman said.

Raven let herself catch her breath before talking again, after all you didn't have time to be in shape if you held the most important job of all of Equestria besides the Princess herself.

"You're late by half an hour," Raven growled and stomped her hoof. "You're meeting with Princess Celestia is in a half an hour. Now how will we have time to prepare?"

Anonymous shook her head.

"What? What do you mean? Hasn't the meeting been canceled, I'm half an hour late?" Anonymous said.

"No. You should have been here earlier but the meeting hasn't started yet. But you still need to be schooled in proper etiquette before then. Come with me." Raven then turned and trotted back up the stairs.

>>8476

Anonymous stood still for a brief moment before following and catching up. Raven' short, slow legs were no match for Anonymous long strides.

"Wait, etiquette?"

"Yes, you need to learn how to curtsies properly, how to sip tea in a civilized manner, and most importantly: How to address the Princess."

The pair had traversed the stair and entered the waiting-hall together. The few ponies that saw Anonymous looked at her with curiosity.

Anonymous massaged her temples with a leather-gloved hand.

"Okay, uhh, implying?"

Raven glanced at her while she lead her into a side corridor, away from the hall.

"You hail from the Badlands outside of Equestria, right?"

"Yeah." Anonymous waved a hand in manner that seemed to communicate, 'What of it?'

Raven chewed on her underlip while giving Anonymous a cautious yet deadpanned look, as if she was simultaneously being sarcastic while also trying to be tactful.

The words of her friend came back to her then and she sighed wistfully.

"Perhaps you could be the exception "--Raven did mini roll of her eyes.--" but I haven't seen many foreigners carry themselves with the grace necessary in our esteemed Princess'es presence. I'm just trying to save you from embarrassment, that's all."

Anonymous increased her pace and began to walk just ahead of the mare while tilting her head back to look at her. Using her height advantage to loom over the pony but Raven didn't let herself be intimidated and just continued moving forward in her own pace.

"Ah, how thoughtful of you." Anonymous' tone of voice indicated how much she didn't believe in what she just said. "So later at the meeting with your pony princess, I shouldn't just shit myself right then and there, right? That would be improper."

Raven's jaw dropped and her eyes looked like someone had pulled and released their grip on the string attached to a blind. She stuck out her tongue almost down to her chin, it rolling down like the red carpet for celebrity poners.

"Ugh! You!" Raven began but upon seeing the satisfied smirk forming on the woman's face, she stopped. "Hmph. What an utterly revolting fantasy you got. But I can't say I'm surprised. Demi-humans like you probably never outgrow potty-humor."

"Heh, nah. You can't sidetrack me. I know, "--She jabbed her thumb into her chest.--" you know, "--She spun her wrist so her palm was upwards and pointed with her pointer finger at Raven.--" I'm right.

Raven opened her mouth to insist that that's exactly what she needed only for Anonymous to continue.

"Besides," Anonymous said as she held up a finger. "There's no demi with me. You're in for treat. You gaze upon a pure-blood."

Anonymous struck a pose with her open hands to her sides as if ready to catch some sports-ball. A mischievous smile was etched out across her face.

Raven rolled her eyes.

"I don't follow. You stand on two legs and have hands, I'll admit that I don't which animal trait you possess but-" Raven said started but was interrupted.

"Exactly. I have none," Anonymous said. "I'm demi-human, I'm just a human. You see there's a small chance the child of a demi-human lacks an animal trait, meaning they are just a human, no demi, also known as a pure-blood."

Raven scrutinized her and smacked her lips.

"I see. Well, I hope your the exception to typical demi-human behavior as well then."

Anonymous said nothing to this. She just looked at Raven.

She followed Raven into a small room with a round table that seemed to be more used both as a working desk and a dinner table, a couple of chairs, a bed, and a wardrobe. Raven then focused her attention on Anonymous.

"We'll do this in my room. So, when addressing the Princess the most important thing is to not forget to say her title before you say her name. It's Princess Celestia not, Miss Celestia, or Faust forbid, just Celestia," Raven lectured.

Anonymous walked over to Raven's bed and sat down on its ledge before falling backwards into it. Raven was appalled.

"Your princess, she's a big white horse with a sun tattoo on her ass, right?" Anonymous asked as she moved her hands behind her head.

She slide across the floor. Ribbons of flames made spiraled around her. The floor burnt and got scorched into black sooth. She kicked the rifle up mid-drift and from there transitioned back up on two legs. She spun on her heel, caught the gun coming down, and took a shooting position with one knee to the floor.

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Dan Vs. Transcript, The Gym Part 2 kinda of.
https://www.wcofun.net/dan-vs-season-2-episode-8-the-gym

Disclaimer: The transcript won't be perfect. I will just write one simple sentence to describe what I'm seeing and then that's it. This is more to get practice in on writing.

"Soo hungry," Dan said while immobile on his rug.

Dan crawls across his room.

"Yello? This is Dan," Dan says over the phone as he holds on to a cardboard box as if was a buoy in storm.

So I'm skipping a bit here and I will shamelessly do so because I'm trying to figure out what is wrong with me.

Dan is on his knees and reach out into the air with his fist to do his signature yell only to have his shoulder give off a loud crack.

Dan whimpers out, "Gyyyymmmm..." in the voice of a mouse.

"I'll be right back," says Chris.

Chad does a bunch of hand gestures as he speaks.

"Okay, sea-dog but we're on the clock bro," says Chad.

"Roger dodger." Chris shoots him a finger-gun.

"Chris! I need-- Wait, go back a second. 'Roger dodger?'" Dan asks.

"No way. The gym is great. It's helping me become more healthier, more athletic, and if I say so myself, more attractive to my lady."

"Ugh, gross."

"I have a newfound confidence and energy."

"You are dead to me. Enjoy you're increased muscle mass defector."

"Hey, bro let's make another training appointment, I got a tuesday, wednesday six am dude."

"I hardly ever stay up that late anymore."

Mr. Mumbles stretches out and Dan reprimands her, "No stretching. That's what they want you to do."

A canvas in-cased in glass read: "HAPPINESS IS A WARM SUN, SO JOG ALREADY FATTY!"

Mister Mumbles tail was wash-grey with a white top.

"Dragon stance! Let me go. I will bite. Har har!"

"We haven't been robbed Chris. Chad sent over a list of things you can't eat while your on his progam," Elise says while she hands over sheet of paper to Chris.

"Chad would never do that to me. Bu-- This is a list of everything good in my life."

"Is it." Elise looks at him wtih subdued anger.

"Elise, I just want a hoogie, or a burger, maybe both."

"I have something way better than a burger mister. Here have some wheat grass???"

Elise hands Chris a large glass of green goo with blades of grass in it. Chris swigs it down while dramatic music plays in the background.

"I love you. Even though you feed me that."

"What do you want, Jockstrap?"

"I'm eating food that food eats."

"Tyrants. That's no way to live."

There's a sign in the gym that reads, "Push harder, you wuss!"

"Uhh, I'm actually out... Uhh... Shopping for... Smaller pants in anticipation of my slimmed down physic."

"Why does it sound like you're eating a cookie?"

Whatever Dan is on, I want some. Hehe.^^
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"And you're talking simultaneously, which is creeping me out big time."

"See Elise, I told you he'd come."

"So that's why I never got a six-pack, I'm not a robot."

"You. Back to you're station meat-battery."

"If I don't regret how it went down with grandma, then I don't see what I will regret about you."

Chris pedals hard and soon Dan is holding a hyper-charged handle which he attaches to his robo-version that short-circuit from it in an instant.

"Fine. Just me and Chad then," Dan says and fishes up a cube of the previous android, Chad.

"Is our government secretly being run by half-human, half-animal hybrids? What do you think?"

"Half-human would be an improvement."

"Hey, I don't make the rules. Blame the DMV."

"Grr. Ddddddddddd! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Vvvvvvvvv!"

"Pfft. An authentic creeping death touch requires at least three fingers." Elise

"Drop the ball-and-chain and grab your keys. We're going." -dan

"I could demonstrate." -Elise

"It's just that when my best friend and my wife don't get along it puts me in the middle." Chris

"Then pick a side already!" -Dan

"I choose Elise." -Dan

Dan punches Chris in the gut.

"Who gave you a vote?" -Dan

"Dan you can't just cut in line and steal from the dead for that matter."

"I got something," says Chris as he hands the receptionist Dan's mug-shot.

"Next of kin, hmm, Mister comma Mumbles. My mother's maiden name. How would I know that?"

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So there's this tug of war between learning "boring" and just getting some sketches done with no pressure of expectations on it. If it's too boring and painful, I wont do it. And if it's too easy, I do it but I don't learn much(or anything?). Hmm...

I need to split done hard/boring/painful but helpful drills into smaller chunks. I want to start using [] brackets for placeholders in my writing adn build structure form it.
1 week projects can be start whenever in the week.

But perhaps I should get comfortable with just writing a by the one minute method each day to begin with before moving on to make more healthy choices.

So another question is what are the fundamentals of creating stories? Is it ideas? The point of intrest? Hmm...

Both writing adn drawing starts in the head, in my imagination.

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Water is healing = the most important nutrient of them all.
Fire is destroying = reduces everything to nothing/ash/smallest building blocks?

I made a enchanter champ in my head. While his mechanics doesn't really matter to you probably, here are his voicelines that I thought would be cool. This is just a hypothetical champ, he doesn't exist.

The Pilgrim.
Backstory: He's a noxian that traveled to Mount Targon and studied under the guidence of Soraka. Now he has returned to Noxus as healer of the people.

When you pick him his voicelines is something like: "As mortals we're below the world. The only thing we can ever do is to try."
When banned: "I'm flattered but you overestimate me."

If you taunt him in game: "Only small dog bark."
"Im not a traitor. Noxus starts war with everyone in their paranoia and expects to survive. I'm your only true ally."
"I speak for the soul of Noxus outside of Noxus and for the rest of the world while in Noxus."
"You can't fight fire with more fire. You put it out with water."
"Why kill our enemies when you can convert them?"

Upon meeting with:
katarina: "I can't heal your scars but I can close the wounds of your heart."
Draven: "If you only look into a mirror, then you will miss the beauty of the world around you."
Ivern: "I wish Noxus had someone like you."
Samira: "The reason you fear boredom is because questions you have buried bubble up to the surface. I can be here for you for that."
Soraka: " 'To heal and protect.' "
Noxian: "If all you do is run, you don't have time to ask why you do so? Please, slow down. Whatever it is, it isn't worth tearing yourself apart over."
Ionian: "Noxian view the night as an another day to use for toil, not for sleep. You are right. They are off-balance, so don't become them while you fight them."
Seraphine: "I bet some call you naive and childish, maybe, but you are still trying, so really, we are the same."
Yordle: "Heh. Hehe. Hahaha. So cute!"
Gragas: "Imagine your addiction as a person. Would you condemn him, like you do yourself? Would you force him to do right, or would you simply show him a better path?"
Annie: "Hey, little one. Could you trust me? This is not a place for a child."
Mel(a new champs that came out 2025): You don't really change the world by changing it's laws. You change it by reaching it's people's hearts."
Evelynn: "You're right. I will beg for mercy. Is that embarrassing?"

I came up with something for Swain.
Upon encounter with Swain: "The illusion of the ego is control. Please, just let go."
I came up with something for Sion too.
"Rage pain renamed. What is tormenting you, friend?"
Long walk line: "Noxus glorify dying in battle but if you refuse to fight all together and die. Then you're just a fool?"
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"There's no such thing as unlimited energy, right?" he said and then flicked the compass'es needle into off-course before it rotated back into place again.
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"Meow," whines Mr. Mumbles towards Dan.

"Listen, I wanna start our marathon of pay-cable prison drama but Chris has been looking forward to this almost as much as I have and I promised him we'd wait," says Dan.

"Meow." Mr. Mumbles does not look pleased.

"What is this garbage?" Dan asks, referring to the TV.

Dan switches the channel.

"Welcome to the smooth lane," says a pudgy guy with a mic before a group of slow-dancers.

"Canceled," says Dan and switches the channel again.

"Dalia, give us an insight into ballet's very--" says a man who embodies the traits of a critic with a raspy voice.

Dan glares at the TV and shut it off.

Dan types in a number and calls someone on the phone.

"Hi, this is Chris," exits the speaker of the phone.

"Chis, get of here--" yells Dan but is cut off by the phone.

"And I'm not in right now, so leave a message."

"Where are you? Were suppose to be watching a marathon of pay-cable prison drama. Mr. Mumbles and I can't wait any more, especially since my TV has been hijacked by this dancing nonsense. Do you know what a cell-in would do if you punked him like this? A shanking Sir! Now you dance yourself over her--"

Beep!

"You're beeping me? Nobody beeps me!"

Dan walk out of his apartment as Mr. Mumbles meows at him.

"You stay here Mr. Mumbles. I'm gonna hit Chris where he lives. His house."

That one hippie dude, that keeps appearing, is dancing in the street in Dan's way.

"What are you doing, you moron?" Dan asks.

"One man flash mob, bruh," the re-occuring character answers.

"A mob implies a group. You are but a lone dumb dumb."

The guy gets up dances on Dan's car roof.

"Hey! Get off my car!" Dan yells.

The guy jumps off and gain some distance before dancing again.

"You'd better run," Dan tells him.

"Alright," he yells back as he runs off, he also says more stuff that I can't hear on his way off.

"What is going on with all this dancing ?malarkey? (I think he says)" Dan asks as he gets into his car and drives off.

He arrives at Chris'es house and rams the garbage cans outside of their house down as he parks. In the window one can see the silhouettes of Chris and Elise dancing.

Dan sees this and runs up to their window. He looks through it and sees them dancing.

"Chris too?" he asks, then he slams open their door and enters.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Dancing," he replies.

Dan pushes off a vase in response and it shatters on the floor.

"Dan!" says Chris and moves as if to response further but Elise puts a hand on his chest stopping him.

Elise moves a box in the garage.

"Where did I put those gun-chucks?" Elise asks herself.

As Elise enters the kitchen, Chris hides a bucket of ice-cream in the micro-wave.

"Look what I found," Elise says.

He takes the photo.

"Oh, camp Atrocious. It was even worse than its name," Chris says.

Dan points to his bare feet.

"Camp Atrocious? I had the best time there," Dan says.

"Camp Atrocious was awesome," says Dan wistfully. "I loved it the moment I got there."

Flashback time.

Mini-Dan spits out the dirt he got in his mouth.

"Summer Camp!!!" he screams into the ether.

Elise looks skeptically at Dan.

"Dan nothing in that story was in anyway positive," Elise says.

"Thanks for recusing me," mini-Dan says.

"Oh, I just wanted the apple, the warriors took my food," says Chris.

"Talk to me," Elise says as she taps her wrist-band.

"Mr. Tedesco is so concerned about toughening us up, that we're going to freeze to death," says Chris.

"And you remember this experience fondly? Physical abuse and hypothermia?" Elise asks.

"It turns out I had a natural affinity for fire," Dan says.

"It's true he saved us all from freezing to death that night," says Chris.

Dan slaps Chris'es face repeatedly.

"Get a hold of yourself!"

"Argh. My head is buzzing. Wait a minute. That's not my head."

"Bummer. That didn't land? I thought he was gonna go that way so that's why I threw it."

"That's a bit deep, don't you think Ambessa?"

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I was a castle. It was made out of bricks. It had windows but also small holes that were called murder-holes. It was a unsymmetrical mess of walls and towers. Some towers stood higher than the others but were thinner, while the others were fatter in circumference. The brickwork had dark-green moss growing on it. The bricks ranged from yellow to beige to white in coloration, also dirt-brown. People of the modern era stood on the walls and on top of the towers.

Her tongue stuck out of her mouth. It curled up, almost licking her upper lip. Sharp fangs from above and below. The mouth held a smug smile.

The guy or girl was so pale it was white. I think its more a she, she seems to have a modest set of breasts. Like so modest that if they got first place at the Olympics over three decades, they still claim it was all luck. Her hair was washed blonde with mid-length bangs.

"Xatu is a buffing it's stats quite a bit. Uhm, what should I do?"

"What should I do here with Ludicolo. It's not great at anything right now. I just go surf."

"But was it harder, uhm, that's tough to say. I wouldn't necessarily say--"

"Absol should be able to--"

"So Medichamp uhh... That's bad."

"One of the worse changes Emerald ever made was removing Steven as Champion."

"I have the perfect counter to masquerade... masquerade."

"Earthquake? Perfect. Now the final pokemon is duskclops. Perfect."

"Don't love this matchup but maybe I do?"

"So tto kick off the video. This means thee instances were you take a recall. The mana you take form."

"Then we have one more minor change to lane swap protection."

"You get nine-teen. Push Shen up. Ad volibear. So the fact that's a. So especially."

"These Yorick changes are absolutely massive."

"And as you can see on the comparison clips. The R change is a nice change for."

"Late game he might be a lower."

"W cooldown with be eight seconds longer. Bonus damge to monsters will be..."'

"We will leave him in B tier right now and see where it takes him from now."

"The direct buffs to Yasuo is."

Her white hair whipped around. The bangs flowed through the air. The hems of her sleeves flared wide. The background was black. Bright light fell on Weiss and it reflected off her dress.

Cinder Fall had black hair. Her hair looked almost like it enveloped her head fully. Her bangs seemed to erupt from a point to the left above her forehead and pour back over her scalp. The bangs covered her left eye and the scar she had there. A rhomboid black crystal earring hung from her left ear. Her dress was red. Her gloves were black and gleaming. Her eyes were amber. Her one visible eyes shined with exhausted resentment. Her waist was thin and her dress clung to her body. Her breast were handfuls.

"All blacks are niggers, but not all niggers are black."

"Hey, you kids. Either show me your vendor permits or get out of my spot," Dan yells.

"So what seems to be the problem here, mister?" asks one of the kids.

"Children, can't live with them. Can't hunt them for sport."

"I don't want any. I just wanna go home."

"Pay up. Or large Harold here will give you the biggest and deepest lasting Charlie horse you'd ever had."

"Get over here. I have a major problem with minors."

"Did they see you come up here?" asks Dan.

"Don't drink that poison."

"Look at what they did to me. My poor tender skin is all bruised up."

"I want you, to go down there and crush them. Crush them with you're big strong hands."

"Yeah, okay. I'm not gonna assault a group of children."

"Chris where are you? You were suppose to be here six minutes ago."

"If you're the real Chris, do you prefer crispy beacon or chewy beacon?"

"Well, I don't know. You're pretty ill-tempered and quick to anger, I just assumed you had lots and lots of enemies."

"Look, we can go back and forth, with who pour what one whom because the labels where misplaced, or we can get back at some pint-sized hooligans. You're choice."

"Bigger monsters are scarier. Now climb up there and tell 'im that if he doesn't , you'll drag him off to monsterland."

"Hi, Mister and Missus Patric. Is Dolres there? Thank you. Dolores! I wanna talk to you about the lemonad stand receipt."

"Don't worry, I am. For many many reasons."

"Hey, it's getting late. Where are you?"

"Summer is almost over. The kids will go back to school and-- Wait, why is your street deserted?"

"Yo, Pekin. Why do you always link me this uhh... Retro-games."

"I don't see how. They are meanier than us. They have no sense of ethics. And they completely out-match us in guerrilla warfare."

"Think of his sad little face in the morning when he sees what we done."

"Nah, that's just mean."

"Chris. Channel you're anger. Remember how you're chins felt yesterday. And how did it feel to be run-over? And the humiliation of getting mugged by an eleven year old."

"That made me mad."

"Then show it! Let go Chris. I suggest on that bike."

"You have become an avatar of Nemesis. The Greek Goddess of retribution. Welcome to the fraternity, brother."

"Why the long face buddy? We won."

"We didn't win, not in the moral sense."

"But we won in the practical sense, which is the only one that matters."

"They we all disappear. No one will ever know what became of them except for a weapons factory in north Korea. Where their tiny hands will be put to work assembling--"

"Don't you see? I took the low road with us and look where that got us?"

"Maybe you didn't go low enough?"

"That's what I've been saying."

"You see mister, it's like this. Life is a zero-sum game. You want something, you have to take it from somebody else."

"Poggers. Look, look at the eyeball."

"I have to say Chris, you were right. We didn't need to sink to their level. We just needed to get smarter."

"Okay, guys welcome to Signalis."

"A master chess player knows which piece to sacrifice and when."

"Ah, these graphics are kinda cute."

"Oh, she thick."

"That's the problem. My parents had the right idea. They let TV raise me. And I turned out super-duper."

4chan is lost.

>>8519
What do you mean?

gg ez, Mr. Reaper

I checkmated the reaper yesterday,
again.

I give him queen odds.
I give him more moves.
I give myself a blindfold,
as if I have something to prove.

I move my knight to an outpost.
He threaten.
I move back.

I make progress.
He resets it.
I start anew.

The knight has jumped around in a circle,
like the arms of a clock,
or the seasons.

The board remains identical but the move tally doesn't.

"Chess is boring," I say.
"Could be worse. We could be playing strip poker," says the reaper.

"It's the same thing over and over and over again. This game is too long," I complain again.
"Be proud. Few have lasted as long as you have against me ," he says.

"Blast it! I hung a piece."
"There's no reason to be mad over that, what's done is done and cannot be changed," said the reaper before he raged over losing one of his own pieces.

"Well, that's checkmate," I say.
I hate winning.

Nigger
I just wanted that to be the first word in this story.
Anyway, fuck.
My name is Twilight Sparkle.
It wasn't too long ago I was just an ordinary, run of the mill talking horse, working the homicide beat in Canterlot.
But life has a funny way of throwing you curve balls, if you know what I mean?
I guess my story really began on the day of the funeral.
It was my partner that had died.
Sonic the Hedgehog.
Probably the best cop I've ever known.
Maybe even the best cop to ever walk a beat.
.................................................
Poor Sonic.
He was so fast.
But he wasn't fast enough to outrun that train.
I remember it was raining cats and dogs that day.
Well, not literally, but figuratively.
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"...and may he dwell in the house of the lord forever. Amen. Well, that's it for my eulogy. Don't forget to like and subscribe," said priest Pewdiepie

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I went into the reception's area to get myself some punch and pie.
And taht's when I saw Rainbow Dash's fat ass waddling over to me.
"Pretty sad funeral, eh Sparkle?" said Rainbow Dash.
"All funerals are sad," I said.
"Hitler's funeral wasn't sad."
"How would you know? Were you there?"
"Of course not!"
"Then I guess you wouldn't know if it was sad."
"Oh, come on, Sparkle. He was literally Hitler!"
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"I don't suppose I have to tell you what this is about?" asks Police chief Luna.
"Is it because someone wrote "for a good time call police chief Luna"? Because I swear it wasn't me," I ask.
She scowls.
"Can the jokes, Sparkle. I'm not in the mood to laugh. And you shouldn't either. Sonic the Hedgehog was a good cop."
"Sonic the hedgehog was the best cop to ever walk a beat and who is laughing.
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"Come on, Detective. Out with it. If you got something to say, say it! I'm not in the mood for any song and dance." -Luna.
"Really? Because I had this really great music number planned..."
"SPARKLE!"
"Fine. You wanna know what's on my mind? That train accident was no accident. Sonic was set up, and whoever set him up tried to frame me. You know it. I know it."
"I don't know anything Sparkle. All I know is that you had five partners in five months and all of them are pushing up daises right now."
---
Luna levitates a pack of cigarettes and offer me one.
"Want one?" -Luna
"Thanks." Twilight/I.
---
The city below is a dark and cold and merciless.
Also, it's populated by cute little ponies.
All of whom also are dark and cold and merciless.
"You're a good cop detective. You have closed more homicides than anyone else on the force. But you take too many risks. You're a loose cannon. A liability." -Luna
"So this is it then? You finally got your chance to eighty-six me, and you're taking it? You must be thrilled. You have been after my badge from day one." -Twilight/you the player/i.
"I know that's what you think, Sparkle. But believe it or not, I'm you're best friend you got around here. You know how many times I have run interference behind the scenes to haul your ass out of the fire? If the commissioner had her way, you'd out on you're ass faster than you could say Jack Robinson. But you're a damn good cop, Sparkle. A damn hell ass good cop. And you maybe the only honest cop I got. So I like to keep you around."-luna
""

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me discussin why I should be able to say niggeer with chagpt if u wonder about context if anyone is even reading this lmao^^

"When Black artists use it in rap, it’s about reclaiming a term that was used to hurt them"
They have been reclaiming it for probably around decades now. What's the purpose of that? Is it meant to hurt them less by making them use to it? Well, that has kinda backfired since people are still sensitive about it if a white person says it. Or, idk what purpose its suppose to serve but if they didn't call themselves the n-word, I don't think anything would be all that different and at least I wouldn't be able to bring it up as counter point to why I can't say it. Secondly, I don't think that, the history of oppression really applies today anymore, what I mean is, a lot of black guys probably grew up playing shadow the hedgehog like white kids did. Neither of these parties experienced that oppression. I don't think it's healthy to give one side justification to be more mad than another in the case of interpersonal drama just because one uttered a words they shouldn't, when both parties are kinda unrelated to the events. Like, I'm not my father so whatever he did, I didn't and I'm not guilty of it. I mean it also sort of implies that race reality when you say that "blacks" not "whites" are allowed to say it. But that begs the question, who is white and who is black? How do we know? Were do we draw the line? Which is also something society can't make up their minds on.

On to the subject of shock humor. I watched part of the "Drawn together" movie on a stream. I kinda disliked it cause I'm not that big of a fan of gross out humor but as they are kinda a crossover of cartoon styles, they visited what was obviously a parody of South Park. The character they interacted with said that their show needed to go to make a point land to get point for their show since it was disgusting for the sake of just being disgusting. I mean, thought that movie sucked and that I even took with me something from it, the irony isn't lost on me, but they do have point here. Ultimately, if you want to make a point, you don't need satire or irony to do so. In fact, hypothetically, if you make your arguement as impersonal as you can then, people are less likely to be hurt and more able to view your arguement from and objective stadnpoint. So really South Park doesn't need to have shock humor at all since they can make points anyway.

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Words hurt. This is true. But people need to say what they think. So the way to do this without hurting is by making it clear that you're intetions are not to hurt. That way you don't hurt.

The sun beamed down on Ponyville, painting the town in a glow that seemed to whisper promises of joy and laughter. Through the streets bustling with their everyday symphony of hooves and hellos, Pinkie Pie danced a rhythm all her own. Clipboard in hoof, her eyes sparkled with plans and dreams as she ticked off another item from her list, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

"This year's going to be epic," she chirped to Gummy, her trusty alligator companion, who offered nothing but a blink in return. "I mean, last year was fab, but this? This is gonna be the party to end all parties!"

Her mane bounced with each step, a cascade of pink that seemed to capture the very essence of joy. As she zipped from store to store, collecting decorations, treats, and a myriad of other party essentials, memories of the previous year's bash filled her mind. The laughter, the games, the endless dancing under the stars... it was perfect. But perfection is meant to be surpassed, isn't it?

"I'll need triple the balloons," she mused out loud, adding a note to her ever-growing list. "Ooh! And a cake that's at least five layers high. No, six! With edible glitter and sparkler candles!"

Her enthusiasm was infectious, turning heads and drawing smiles from every pony she passed. Pinkie Pie was a whirlwind of joy, a force of nature with the singular mission of spreading happiness. Today, more than ever, she was determined to make her vision come to life. The stakes were high, not just for the success of the party, but for the promise she'd made to herself: to bring every pony together for a night they'd never forget.

As the sun began its gentle descent, casting golden hues across the cobblestones, Pinkie Pie took a moment to gaze at the sky, her heart as full as the balloons she'd soon set afloat. This party wasn't just another event; it was a testament to the magic of friendship, the kind that turned ordinary days into extraordinary memories.

Yes, she thought, this party will be the best yet. Because when you mix love, laughter, and a little bit of Pinkie magic, anything's possible.

With a determined nod and a final check of her list, Pinkie Pie set off towards her next destination, the wind carrying whispers of the laughter and joy that was to come. And as Ponyville continued its peaceful hum, none could doubt that something truly spectacular was about to unfold, all thanks to the boundless enthusiasm of one pink pony.

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The next day dawned with a symphony of chirping birds and a sky so clear it seemed as though Ponyville itself was caught in eager anticipation of the night to come. Pinkie Pie, with her heart set on perfection, woke with the sun, her mind racing through the final preparations needed for the grand celebration.

However, as she trotted through the town, a series of unexpected mishaps began to unfurl like a poorly planned party streamer. First, the bakery mixed up the orders, leaving Pinkie with a cake far too small and decidedly lacking in sparkler candles. "Not a problem," she chirped, her optimism unwavering. "I'll just make cupcakes, too! More variety!"

But then, the shipment of special order balloons she'd been so excited about was delayed due to a mix-up at the post office. And if that weren't enough, a sudden, unseasonable downpour soaked through her carefully selected decorations, leaving colors running like tears on a painter's canvas.

For any other pony, such setbacks might have spelled disaster. But not for Pinkie Pie. With a determined puff of her chest and a flick of her tail, she set her hooves to work. "So what if things aren't going exactly as planned?" she mused to Gummy, who watched her scramble from one task to the next. "The best parties are about the fun and the friendship, not the frills!"

As the day wore on, Pinkie's relentless energy saw the party beginning to take shape once more, albeit in a different form than she'd first imagined. Yet, despite her best efforts to spread the word and drum up excitement, the responses from her friends were worryingly noncommittal.

Twilight had an unexpected study session with Starlight. Rarity was caught up in a last-minute order. Rainbow Dash was called away on Wonderbolt duty. Applejack's harvest was taking longer than planned, and Fluttershy had a sick animal that needed her care. One by one, the reasons piled up, each more disheartening than the last.

Standing in the middle of her partially decorated venue, Pinkie Pie couldn't help the flicker of doubt that shadowed her usual bright outlook. "They'll come around," she whispered to herself, trying to shake off the feeling that this party, the one she'd poured her heart into, might end up being less about bringing everypony together and more about facing her own company.

With the sun setting, casting long shadows over her plans, Pinkie Pie's heart swayed between hope and hesitation. The day's challenges had been many, and the dwindling daylight seemed to mirror the sinking spirits of her party aspirations. But just as the last rays dipped below the horizon, an idea sparked within her, bright and bold and brimming with possibility.

"Why not just reschedule for tomorrow?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of revelation and relief. "It's Saturday! Everypony loves a weekend party!"

The decision felt like lifting a weight off her shoulders. With renewed vigor, Pinkie bounced around, sending out new invitations with a promise of an even bigger and better celebration. "One more day gives me extra time to fix everything up and add even more surprises!" she mused, her optimism blooming once again like the flowers after rain.

>>8595
Under the soft glow of the moon, the party venue shone like a beacon of hope and happiness amidst the quiet of the night. Pinkie Pie, her mane now peppered with streaks of glitter and frosting, moved around the space with a gentle grace, far removed from her usual effervescent bounce. Each step was measured, each decoration placed with a silent wish that it would bring a smile to her friends' faces.

As she hung the last of the handmade streamers, a sigh escaped her lips—a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. Her eyes, reflecting the twinkling lights she'd strung up around the room, drifted to the empty space that would soon, hopefully, be filled with laughter and chatter. In that quiet moment, memories flooded in, each one a precious reminder of the bonds she cherished.

She remembered the laughter that filled the air during their impromptu picnic at Sweet Apple Acres, the warmth of the hugs shared after a successful fashion show at Rarity's boutique, the thrill of adventure from their last-minute trip to the Crystal Empire. Each memory was a snapshot of joy, a testament to the love and friendship that tied their lives together.

With every recollection, her resolve to make this party perfect only grew stronger. "This is more than just a party," Pinkie whispered to herself, her heart swelling with the love she felt for her friends. "It's a 'thank you' for every smile, every hug, and every moment that we've shared."

The final touch was a small, but special addition—a photo booth corner with props and backdrops for capturing the night's memories. "Because every party should be remembered," she thought, a playful grin spreading across her face as she pictured her friends striking silly poses.

Despite the fatigue that clung to her like a persistent shadow, Pinkie Pie's spirit was undeterred. As she looked over her handiwork, her heart hummed with a hopeful melody, one that whispered of reunions and new memories yet to be made. Tonight, she thought, would be a night where the magic of friendship shone brightest, illuminating even the darkest sky with its indomitable light.

With that heartwarming thought, Pinkie Pie settled down to wait, her gaze fixed on the path that would soon, she hoped, bring her friends to her side. The night was still, but her heart was alight with dreams of laughter, love, and a party that would be remembered for all the right reasons.

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The clock ticked away, echoing through the expanse of the room, each stroke a reminder of the time slipping into the night. Pinkie Pie, positioned by the entrance, wore a smile that flickered as brightly as the party lights strung overhead. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, darting to the door at the slightest sound, her heart a drumbeat of hope and excitement.

But as the night deepened, the vibrant energy that had filled the room seemed to dim, suffused with an air of longing and quietude. The door, which she had imagined would swing open with laughter and cheers, remained still, a silent guardian to the dreams she had woven with such care.

Finally, the soft murmur of conversation announced the arrival of some guests—Fluttershy, her gentle demeanor a balm, and Applejack, whose steady presence was as reassuring as the earth itself. Their smiles, though warm, carried traces of apology, an unspoken understanding of the vision that had yet to fully materialize.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world, sugarcube," Applejack said, her voice laden with sincerity. Fluttershy, nodding in agreement, added, "Your parties always bring so much joy, Pinkie."

The words, meant to comfort, only served to underscore the chasm between expectation and reality. Pinkie Pie, ever the embodiment of joy and resilience, rallied her spirits, pouring her heart into making the evening memorable for those who had come. Games were played, albeit with less vigor than usual; jokes were shared, their laughter not quite reaching the corners of the room; and the dance floor saw shadows more than shapes.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere, though tinged with a subdued warmth, couldn't shake the pall of what might have been. Pinkie Pie's laughter, usually so infectious, now seemed to echo too loudly against the walls, a stark reminder of the empty spaces around them.

In a quiet corner, away from the gentle hum of conversation, Pinkie Pie allowed herself a moment of reflection. The glittering decorations, the carefully curated playlist, the array of treats—all seemed to mock her with their promise of a celebration that fell just short of its mark.

The glow from the festive lights that once seemed to promise a night of unparalleled joy and camaraderie now flickered softly, casting long shadows that mirrored Pinkie Pie's waning spirits. She watched her friends, Fluttershy and Applejack, make the best of the evening, their smiles genuine but occasionally faltering, as if caught between the desire to uplift and the reality that hung heavily in the air.

In these moments, Pinkie's heart felt like a balloon deflated, not by a sudden pop but by a slow, almost imperceptible, leak of hope. The games she had planned with such enthusiasm were met with polite participation, yet the vibrant energy that usually characterized her parties was conspicuously absent. The laughter that did surface was a testament to the enduring bond between them, a bond that Pinkie cherished deeply. However, it was also a bittersweet reminder of the joyous cacophony that could have been, had the room been filled with all her cherished friends.

The music, a playlist curated with each friend's favorite song in mind, now played to an almost empty dance floor. Pinkie herself swayed to the melodies, trying to ignite a spark of festivity, her efforts a vibrant dance in the face of quietude. Applejack joined in, her movements a mix of awkwardness and earnestness, while Fluttershy tapped her hoof in time with the music, her gentle spirit undimmed by the night's turnout.

Even the feast laid out on the table, a colorful array of sweets and treats, each crafted with loving attention to detail, seemed to lose its luster as the night wore on. Pinkie had imagined her friends delighting in the flavors, their faces lit up with joy and surprise. Instead, the dishes were sampled with appreciation but lacked the communal joy of shared discovery.

As Pinkie Pie stood amidst the party she had poured her heart into, a sense of solitude enveloped her, a stark contrast to the loneliness she had sought to banish with this very celebration. The realization that effort and love do not always guarantee success weighed heavily on her, a lesson as profound as it was painful.

>>8597
As the last whispers of laughter and the soft shuffle of departing hooves faded into the night, Pinkie Pie found herself enveloped in an almost eerie quiet. The vibrant echoes of what she had hoped would be the best party ever now seemed like distant dreams, carried away on the wind. Left alone amidst the remnants of her carefully planned celebration, Pinkie's heart felt heavy, a myriad of emotions swirling within her like a tempestuous sea.

The glittering decorations that had once promised a night of endless joy now stood as silent witnesses to her disappointment. As she began the solitary task of cleaning up, her movements were slow, reflecting the weight of her thoughts. Each piece of streamer taken down, each plate cleared away, felt like she was also trying to tidy away the feelings of betrayal and sadness that clung to her.

"Why didn't they come?" she whispered to the empty room, the question hanging in the air, unanswered. The silence from her friends, those who hadn't shown up, felt like a gap she couldn't bridge, a chasm too wide to cross with her usual cheer and optimism. In this moment of solitude, Pinkie confronted a truth she had never wanted to face—the fear that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't as important to her friends as they were to her.

The quiet of the party room, now stripped of its festive air, served as the backdrop to Pinkie's silent contemplation. With each question she whispered into the stillness, it felt as if the shadows themselves were leaning in, eager yet unable to provide the comfort she sought.

"Did I do something wrong?" The question lingered, floating up to the ceiling where balloons still clung, remnants of her hope. "Was my party not fun enough? Not pink enough?" Her attempt at a joke fell flat, the humor lost in the vast emptiness of the room.

The questions kept coming, each one a gentle probe into her own insecurities, a reflection of the doubts that had started to cloud her usually unshakeable confidence. "Have I been too much? Too loud? Too... Pinkie?" For the first time, she considered the possibility that her boundless energy, her ceaseless joy, might have been overwhelming, even for her closest friends.

She thought about the invitations she had sent out, each one crafted with care and a dash of her signature exuberance. "Did they not feel the love I put into each word? Did they not see how much I wanted to share this happiness with them?"

In a moment of overwhelming sadness, the brightly colored noisemaker she'd been absently twirling between her hooves slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the floor with a sound far too loud in the oppressive silence of the room. Pinkie's gaze followed it down, watching as it rolled away, a vibrant reminder of the joy that had failed to take root. Suddenly, the walls seemed to close in on her, the festive decorations morphing into vivid taunts of her loneliness.

A sob caught in her throat, growing with intensity until it burst forth, a raw expression of her pain. Her hooves moved almost of their own accord, sweeping across the table and sending a cascade of cups and plates crashing to the ground. The sound of shattering hopes was deafening in the serene night, each break a symphony to her breaking heart.

She couldn't stand it anymore—the echoes of her dreams against the reality of her solitude. Turning on her heel, Pinkie dashed from the room, her sobs a tumultuous storm trailing behind her. The party room, once a place of laughter and light, now stood as a monument to her despair, the scattered remnants of her efforts lying in disarray.

Her room offered no solace, the familiar walls watching in silence as she flung herself onto her bed, burying her face into the pillow. The fabric muffled her cries, each tear a testament to the depths of her distress. She cried for the party that wasn't, for the friends who didn't come, for the happiness that seemed just out of reach. The pillow soaked up her tears, the only witness to her vulnerability in this moment of utter desolation.

Exhaustion eventually claimed her, pulling her into a restless sleep, her cheeks still wet with tears. The night passed slowly, the moon casting a gentle glow through her window, a silent sentinel over the pony who had tried so hard to spread joy, only to find herself adrift in sorrow.

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I wanted to write this story, and it's been sitting in my 'WIP, to proofread' folder for ages. It has been written with AI-assistance, i wanted to just get it off my chest as soon as possible rather than write, I guess.

I hope at least one of you enjoys it, but I would do appreciate any comments on it. People don't usually comment their thoughts on the stories I write.
It's ok if you hate it, I rather hear hate than nothingness.