https://w2g.tv/ck3ofolzopbyyn5g8f First W2G of the year.

>>13810 Woo! New thread!

>>13814 Oh shoot whos that

>>13815 ask blondie, its his waifu

>>13814 Is this new?

Are there plans to continue Starsky? I realize that it's been a little while since we've last heard from them. Kind of miss her laid back attitude.

>>13815 Beloved Twill. >>13821 Absolutely. My autism is making it difficult to focus on her while it's cold out. Trust me, I do miss her too. It'll also be fun to see more of her real friends, like Ms. H.

>>13824 not that anon but sweet, love that little rascal

>>13819 >>13819 it is, comfy ponies is something of a comfort zone and I wanted to do something besides the edit for the new bread. [blog]After the ainigger peddling explosion killed my motivation completely for a good months I realized recently they're all insufferable faggots. It was kind of freeing if it's just consumercore central that they'll chase after sakimichan tier spam then maybe people won't focus on imperfect art as much, and it let me tone back the self critisism letting the pen wander about the form. A reminder that paradoxically sometimes you just have to not give a shit to make something. Needless to say, I plan on being back to art in 2023 and starting the year off with something already is better than nothing for months. [/blog]

>>13829 Nice!

>>13829 I'm glad to see you back with us. /bootleg/ truly shines with your art in a way no other thread can. I see ai art the same way as I see ai writing; it's awkward and off. I remember a lot of people messing with that ai dungeon and doing their best to make it flow naturally into something coherent but it just misses the mark completely. I'm looking forward to what we both make.

>>13829 Anon, I'm very glad to hear you decided to continue drawing! That was exactly what AI spammers are after, they know creative people are often getting emotional and insecure about what they do, so they use shitspam to demoralize and make creative people bail out and feel miserable. That besides genuine retards who believe technologies like AI will make human life better Personally I'm always glad to see new pony art, that is drawn by a fellow horsefucker. Through your art shines your immortal soul, your love for pony, and I get warm feeling when I see a pic that tells a tale of its author's appreciation of Equestria; the joy, the excitement, the love. And I feel connected to the artist when I look at the art, feel connected to my brother-horsefucker! That's what the pony is about, about camaraderie, about feelings, about honesty, about beauty reflected through one's soul. For the love of Celestia, do not stop drawing! Do not let a literal soulless automaton to take Equestria from you and us.

Due to the grand request of one(1) anon, I suppose I'm doing a /mare/con panel on writing around 7PM Central time/8PM Eastern. Be there, or be... somewhere else.

>>13834 Looking forward to it Anon.

>>13834 Thanks for putting on the panel Anon.

>>13836 I'm sure it was a shitshow but a few said it was comfy listening so that works for me. If/when I do another it'll be vaguely more structured. If I helped convince someone to write for the first time or more than they'd normally do, I consider it a success.

>>13834 Recording if you want to relive it: https://pony.tube/w/p/mLckSNCShsuj7spoAV45nh?playlistPosition=13&resume=true

>>13842 Thanks!

>>13842 Let me know with any feedback/criticism/thoughts. It was with a little more than 24 hour notice from "you should do this" to it being done so I know it isn't precisely aimed. Future attempts will be better.

>>13853 Probably a bit more structure. While it was comfy, there was a fair bit of rambling.

Where has everyone gone? If even the bunker is down...

>>13863 Been busy and honestly pretty burned out, dude. Family and work has kept me very occupied. Wrote about two posts' worth of stuff on Christmas, but not enough to justify posting. About to be on the road for a week, then back home for a little bit, then back on the road again for work, so maybe I'll have some time during my layovers to write some more. But maybe not- last time I was in an airport on business I was working until I boarded the plane. And I can't write when I'm seated shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers... or anyone for that matter. I prefer to write in solitude, otherwise the external stimuli is too much of a distraction. I should be packing right now but I just can't be arsed to, so I'm waiting for these edibles to kick in and maybe, just maybe... I'll be able to write.

>>13863 I've just been rather tired as of late. Lot of pone stuff planned but I've accomplished basically nothing this past month.

>>13834 I'm always lurking, don't really have much to say honestly.

>>13868 Same. I used to participate more when this was the most active thread on NHNB but now I'm committed to keeping my own thread going, plus I have a real job now so less time in general.

>>13863 Been kind of lazy, need to get back to re-writing the next Rosie update. Shouldn't take too long once I'm able to sit down and get to it.

>>13863 I was off of work for close to three weeks, so the free time went to other projects, pic related. I think I got a little burned out after the frantic pace I had with Midnight for almost a year. Still plugging away, and I'm close to another update - coincidentally, or not so much really, ties in with pic related. Fun and knowledge with poners about misunderstood, forgotten orphans of the automotive world.

>>13864 The life of a working man. I know that feel. Changing jobs have not been issues before but the big shift of that and new place has put a big disruption in. >>13872 I've been doing a lot of personal stuff too. Living in my own life rather than in theirs, you could even argue. The main question is if it's good that I miss theirs more than my own. >>13868 The only thing I can guess is that if the thread were better or more interesting, you'd have something worth saying.

>>13863 the bunker is down? but this IS the bunker. my sleep was a disaster from what I think was a ruptured eardrum and half a month blew by. but I'm still alive

What random /boot/ ideas do you have?

>>13900 Just today I had one of a Zecora bootleg that talks like the people in "Who Killed Captain Alex?"

>>13900 Started writing a meta kind of thing a few days ago before I hit the road. Wasn't really sure what I was doing with it or where I'm going with it. It's not so much a story as it is me trying to process shit as far as my characters are concerned, and as such, it's gotten kinda personal. Not sure if I'll post it or not. It's kinda half stream-of-consciousness, half fever dream, but still formatted as a regular second-person greentext.

>>13901 >>13902 Duality of man (and mare)

It won't be up forever. Don't know if I feel better or worse for having written it. https://ponepaste.org/8527

>>13905 Feeling good from writing something isn't mandatory. But you getting it out is what matters. I know your feels.

>>13905 Fuck, that’s heavy, man.

>>13905 >posting a paste instead of just posting the green this is like linking an image on an imageboard. sure you can, but why

>>13918 To more easily erase I presume. I've only tried one green as a direct write to ponepaste, to see how the flow goes.

>>13905 I accidentally managed to bump my touchpad to a line closer to the end the day you posted this, and couldn't stomach a proper read until now, with a strong buzz. Maybe a bit of a positive to get those thoughts out of your head, but for the love of god, don't torture yourself. You know where your characters will be in the end, picture them there, not where you've stalled. I get it's easier for me to say considering Middie's in a good place (and I'm dragging ass on editing the next update) but please, don't torture yourself. Personally, as someone who adores Z, I reflect on her in a good, loving place, not where you left off. The violent violet has taken up much of my thoughts as I fumble my way through a switch from AMC to Chrysler brakes, but I know my dear girl understands. Yours do, too.

>>13928 I would go even further and say that the time and distance is a good way to think about how they're doing. Jackenstein has been going on for three years with the timeline spanning three years. The way I've kept track of things, the clock is always ticking so there is no hitting pause or stalling. That said, there isn't a day that I don't think about those losers, so maybe it's just part of MARE MADNESS. If you want to be productive, then put your mind to work when you can. Rather than write up bit time skips with blank space between, take some time to think of what would happen on the daily. What smaller goals may be that help refine and define. Conversely to the dorks always going on about their stuff, Starsky and others are like a movie to me; you hit pause and go back to play whenever. But due to some reasons I want it to be a specific season for some stories because I believe it can help initial reading. Not as easy or fun to think about the smell of outside when everything is bleak with slushy snow. Nevermind that fun little thought that it really could happen.

https://ponepaste.org/4579#1184 … >With your companions in the car and buckled, you take your place in the driver’s seat. >Rosie is staring at her hooves, and Dawn gives an anxious glance at the two of you. >The engine rumbles to life as you turn the key; while they might have fur, you don’t, so the heat circulating in is more than welcome. “So…what exactly happened back there? You seemed to go into a trance for a moment.” >She doesn’t look up at you, she opens her mouth to say something, stopping several times before pawing at the seat. “Take your time.” >Another few minutes pass before she takes a deep breath and lets out a long exhale, “I…I remembered something, or rather, I almost did...” >You fold your hands together and lean back in your seat; when she looks up at you, you wordlessly motion for her to continue. >”Remember how I thought you smelled like fresh bread?” “M-hm,” you nod, “Guess I should also inform you that the smell was Sonata’s perfume- it’s meant to smell like ‘what the heart desires’, whatever that means to you.” >Rosie gives you a quizzical look. >”Why would she-,” she shakes her head, “That doesn’t matter right now. You know the friend that I remember as that blonde mare from the nightmares I was having? His family owned a bakery in the town I grew up in that his family ran while he and his brothers worked in the fields, I almost remembered the name of it.” >”Sorry, Rosie…” Dawn says, sheepishly. >”I don’t blame you,” Rosie sighs, “It’s that their bakery had their family name on the sign, but I don’t remember exactly what it was, only that it was similar to another word.” “Well what did you remember?” >She closes her eyes, then tilts her head from one side to the other, brow furrowing before she taps the side of her head with her hoof, ”Not an open book, but an empty page…” >”A blank slate?” Dawn responds. “Tabula rasa?” you say, glancing at Dawn. >Rosie’s eyes snap open and she whips her head towards you, “That’s it!” >A look of bewilderment creeps onto Dawn’s face, “It…is?” >”’Tabla’s Treats’ was the name of their bakery!” Rosie responds excitedly. >You've never seen Rosie this energetic about anything before, it’s almost jarring. >That energy quickly dissipates, however, and her expression slowly changes to one of consternation as she slumps in her seat. >”Now I feel like I’m close to remembering something else too,” she huffs, “What’s the phrase? ‘One step forward, two steps back’?” You reach over and wobble her head again, “I’m sure you’ll remember everything in time.” >Her expression softens but she says nothing, deciding to simply look at the seat again as you pull your hand away. “Something else on your mind?” >The neutral look on her face shifts to one of guilt, “Y-yes…” “And what would that be?” >She fidgets, before muttering, “You remember when we first met, and the day when we went to meet Dawn and Sonata?” >You nod. >”Did I say anything that would seem out of the ordinary?” >Scratching at your beard, you say, “I guess? I just assumed that was your equivalent of a nervous laugh, or a coping mechanism.” >”What exactly did you say,” Dawn asks, “I might have to add it to my notes.” >”I don’t remember…” Rosie murmurs. “What do you mean?” >”I can’t remember what I had said, it’s why I’m asking you,” she looks at you, pleadingly, “On the first night, you had asked me what bed I wanted to sleep in but I was too terrified to speak- next thing I know I hear you asking about my family.” >Her words send your thoughts into overdrive. >You think about all of the times that Rosie has said something to you that doesn’t align with how she normally talks or acts; they’ve been rather sparse, all things considered, but the thought of not being in complete control of your body causes you to shiver. >”Why didn’t you mention this before, Rosie?” Dawn asks, concern clear in her voice. >”Because…” Rosie sighs, “Because I didn’t trust you at the time, I was scared, and in all honesty I still am.”

>>13930 >>13930 >Dawn looks genuinely hurt at the admittance, “O-oh, well, have you experienced any since then?” >Rosie shakes her head, “Not since the day we met you and Sonata, I don’t know why.” >An uneasy silence falls upon the car, so you hook an arm around Rosie and pull her into a hug. “Well whatever it is, we’ll get through it together, okay?” >It may be a platitude, but it seems to put her at ease, as you can feel her heartbeat slow down to a steady pace and hear her mutter, “Okay.” in response. “Good,” you smile, “now let’s get home- bet you can’t wait to tear into those sweets.” >Rosie lets out a chortle, “I could certainly use it.” … https://ponepaste.org/4579

>>13842 I missed the con so thanks for the recordings >The very first thing shown was poomping. oh boy

https://w2g.tv/room/?room_id=80o4ms4ui8yfdl59ih Friday night funkin' after so long of not having a get together.

>>13937 Sorry I missed it

>>13937 What times do these things usually see peak activity?

>>13939 It depends on the lead up to it. I just felt like popping one on so I didn't have to think about what to listen to while I did some writing. >>13938 Not a problem, I fell asleep too soon so I wouldn't have been much for conversation.

>>13939 They get more activity when they are planned for or start earlier, or best yet both. Looks like this one started earlier than usual; a lot of the time it's already my bedtime when it starts and no notice.

>"Okay, we are not letting shit pile up like that again," Midnight groans from the back seat area as the truck crawls through the familiar dirt trails. "I know. You've declared that order about four times now." >"To make sure you understand that can't happen ever again." "Oh! Okay, I think I understand now, it's-" >"I'm not letting you go any further with the sarcastic response that's being set up." >"Aww, what if it was a good one?" Starla suggests from the passenger seat, turning to face her friend. >No, her sister. >You keep reminding yourself of that because it's so damn sweet. >Nonetheless, Midnight lacks any sort of enthusiasm from Starla's protest, offering an utterly emotionless stare reflected back to you via the rearview mirror. >"It would not have been good," she finally states after a moment of silence. "Anyway, where are we going?" "Out in the junkyard to work." >Midnight sighs in time with Starla's snort of mild amusement. "You didn't let me finish my comment, so I had to resort to that lame answer." >"Naturally." "That sounded sarcastic." >"Nothing gets by you, does it?" "Don't ask my elementary school soccer team that, let's keep up the facade, shall we?" >You turn your head briefly to catch Midnight's facial expression in the flesh, rather than reflection. >Evidently she was waiting for that, as on cue, she rolls her eyes and snorts in feigned annoyance. >"Really though - we're almost at the back of the yard. Foreign car?" >Rather than give her an answer, you shake your head while facing the direction you're driving again. >"That's it? Just a no?" >Just to drive her even more mad, you nod your head. >"So, you keep foreign car parts, too? I didn't know that," Starla comments. >"A little bit. It's not exactly an expansive collection like the domestic makes out here - and it's a mixed hodgepodge." "There's traces of organization," you protest. >"If you squint really hard and tilt your head a certain way." "Exactly. But no, we're going for the orphaned American manufacturer section." >"I think Teddy told me Oldsmobile is no longer around when he brought the Cutlass home - but don't you have those in with the other GM makes?" "Yeah, I try to keep makes from larger conglomerates together, like Pontiac and Olds with GM, Mercury with Ford, Plymouth with Mopar - you get it," you answer, trailing off. "Back here is stuff that's its own thing, separate from what we know as the Big Three." >You pause a moment, backtracking in your mind what you just said. "At least initially separate. Buyouts happen, brands get killed or retained depending on needs," you clarify. "I only add that because that's basically the story of what we're looking for today - need some interior trim for a '64 Rambler American, and working gauges out of a '71 AMC Matador." >"Ooh, two brands I've never even heard of before," Starla gasps, clapping her front hooves together with anticipation. >"Actually, I think they're the same manufacturer," Midnight interjects.

>>13964 >You point a thumb back at the dark mare. "That's my girl." >"Wait, but you just said one is a Rambler and the other one was an AMC," Starla protests, albeit in a calm and polite manner. "It's... complicated," you admit. "Even when they were being sold under the name Rambler, those cars were being sold under AMC - the American Motors Corporation. It was a merger between Nash and Hudson in the '50s, only part of a plan that was to see them join with a merger between Studebaker and Packard to make a "megacorp" like the Big Three in Detroit. It didn't happen, for a number of reasons." >"I'm assuming they weren't headquartered in Detroit." "An astute observation, Star," you compliment her while turning the steering wheel to the right at the end of the main trail. "Kenosha, Wisconsin. But whether it's the earlier Rambler cars or the cars actually badged and sold as AMC, all the parts have American Motors stamped on em." >"That still doesn't make much sense to me," Midnight concedes, shaking her head. "I never said it made sense - from what I know and what I've seen, they did their own unique thing for much of their existence," you tell her while shrugging your shoulders. "Sometimes that worked, sometimes it didn't - Chrysler bought them out for the Jeep division in the late '80s, so it clearly stopped working for em at a bad time." >While there is indeed a mix of small domestic brands out here, they are grouped together decently enough, so it's not hard to tell when you've reached the Kenosha cars. >In fact, one of the cars you're looking for comes up among the first in the section - a two-door Matador hardtop in a faded cherry red paintjob. "Stop number one is up," you announce, stopping and throwing the column shifter of the Trailduster into park. >Starla leans toward you to get a better view out of the driver's side window, and you can only assume Midnight is likewise gandering behind you. >"Well, that doesn't look too out of the ordinary, if I'm being honest," Starla comments as she backs off, sounding rather disappointed by the mundanity of the target. >"Yeah, but what about behind you?" Midnight suggests. >Both you and Starla turn toward the back seat area, getting a view of a rather disturbed Midnight. >"I was talking about behind from where you were gawking, dumbasses," she huffs, pointing her hoof toward the row of cars on the passenger side. "I only had my head turned, meaning the rest of my body was still facing forward," you retort. "And I'd argue Starla was only following my lead, *dumbass!*" >"*Regardless,* you're missing the point," Midnight answers back in a gruff manner as she taps on her window, hoping the sharp tink her hoof makes against the glass will shift the conversation. >Relenting for the time being, you direct your attention to a tubby compact car swathed in an unflattering but fitting shade of disco-era brown and possessing enough window glass to make it look like a fishbowl on wheels from the beltline up.

>>13965 >"That's... not so normal looking," Starla mumbles. >Despite her face being turned away from you, her voice allows you to picture the cringe she sports upon her face. "Yeah, that's sort of the oddballs they would make. The AMC Pacer probably stands atop the heap," you agree, nodding while opening your door. >The other two follow your lead - with Midnight manipulating the passenger door for Starla - though both of them stray over to the abomination. >"What's this other one? Looks like the rear got chopped off," Starla calls out. >You don't have to look to know purely by the short description, she's asking about the mint green compact right beside the Pacer. >"Gremlin. Anon likes em, believe it or not," Midnight answers her. >You smile with confidence when you return from the tool hunt in the back. >Starla gazes at you with uncertainty. "What? It's cute," you argue. "And both doors are the same size." >Both mares look at each other, then back at you, your comment having been lost upon them. "Passenger door is a couple of inches longer than the driver door on the Pacer," you explain while heading back to get your tools. "If you don't believe me, go look. Gauges are a one-man job anyway." >While the pair date the curiosity you've brewed in their heads, you focus on the job as you trudge toward the Matador. >Well well well - today is a good day. >Even before you open the driver's door of the Matador, you can see the dash pad has already been removed. >Better yet, the dash face has been partially disassembled - meaning it's that much easier to get the gauges out. >Hopefully they work. >It is a bit troubling for it to be this easy, be it a result of careless disassembly by whoever wanted the dash pad or bitter irony. >But aside from worries, it only takes mere minutes before you have the assembly out of the car and in your hands, carrying it off to the truck before anything else. >It also gives you a chance to see where Star and Middie ran off, as they're now absent from the area around the compacts. >They've moved several cars down the line to another oddity. >When they catch you moving outside of the Matador, they both trot back toward the truck, in the midst of discussion. >"What the hell did you do, just yank it out of the dash?" Midnight jests as the pair meet up with you at the tailgate. "Lucky break - most of the dash was already disassembled. What enticed you two to wander off?" >"Couple of Javelins over there. Star noticed the one with the massive front fenders and was curious about it." "Oh, the humpster?" >A blank stare from each pony is the response you receive. "I didn't make the name up - that's what people call em," you state, shrugging your shoulders. >"It looks so odd though - why did they do that?" Starla inquires, tilting her head. >"I told her probably bigger tires, but the tires on it look like the standard fare," Midnight adds.

>>13966 "Come on, we gotta head that way anyway," you beckon to them with a wave as you head back to the cabin of the truck. >All three of you pile back inside and set off in that direction. >You slow the Trailduster to a mere crawl as you approach the car in question. >It wears a funky shade of magenta, though the desert sun has faded the paint into a hue closer to proper pink. >The gaping hole in the front end shows where the grille bucket once existed, meaning you can't really tell what year the car is at a glance. >However, the raised cowl hood with a sunburnt T-shaped stripe running down the middle tells you it's probably a Javelin AMX, and combined with the tattered remnants of a vinyl top with a split down the middle following the T- stripe on the hood clues you in it's probably from 1971 or '72. "I don't know how true it is, but supposedly, the design was meant to convey, and I quote, 'the winner of a wet t-shirt contest.' Aside from the apparent inspiration, a lot of that generation of Javelin was designed around racing," you explain. "So no, there weren't bigger tires on the street cars, but those fenders meant they could fit wider tires on the race cars. They also had a flush fitted grille for aerodynamic purposes, a chin spoiler, decklid spoiler - even a bit of a spoiler lip formed into the roof." >You turn your head toward the backseat, locking eyes with Midnight. >"What?" "I'm surprised your appetite for knowledge never ventured to AMCs." >"It did a little. I just never really went down that path, I guess," she answers, sounding just a bit flustered by your notation. "There's not a lot of info out there anyway." "No, you're right on that. I don't even have a shop manual for em," you concede. "I had to help someone understand and find parts for their Javelin once upon a time, so that's where I picked up what I know." >"See?" a cry of defiance erupts from the back "Midnight, you really getting worked up about this?" >"I don't like being called out on car knowledge," she replies, ending with a stubborn "Hmph." "I'm not going to tolerate that kind of attitude, young lady." >You give her an exaggerated stern look through the rearview mirror, to which she merely smirks, narrowing her eyes as if preparing for a showdown. "We don't have to tinker with the Chrysler tonight, you know," you warn her. >Even though you make it crystal clear you're teasing her with a snobbish tone, that hard-edged expression on her face falters in an instant. >"Ooh, can I help with that?" >You turn to your passenger, finding Starla practically starstruck with the idea of delving into that time capsule. >Then again, she knows it means a lot to Midnight. "Of course. So long as your sister behaves."

>>13967 >"Oh shut up," Midnight mutters, trying her best to not let her face reflect the mild embarrassment in her voice. "Hey, the more the term gets used, the more you'll get used to it." >"He has a point," Starla adds. "And deep down, you don't mind." >"This is getting too fruity now - where's the next car in line?" "All the way in the back corner," you lie. "So we have plenty of time to discuss our feelings." >"Let me out, I'll walk!" ----- Mulled doing something like this for a while, and finally felt like this was a decent spot.

>>13968 I wholeheartedly support teasing Midnight into a blushing mess.

>>13968 Always a good day when there's a Middie update. Seems like her and Anon's passion for cars may be rubbing off on Starla.

>need VFD drive >call Quebec company >"bonjour" >freeze Mare madness is real. That defeated me.

>>13986 Hearty kek

>>13988 Bruh. I was not expecting that. And it wasn't even just the cute voice, it was that instant gut reaction.

>>13989 >instant gut reaction That's how you know a preference or aversion is ingrained in your soul. There's no faking that.

>>13995 I guess so, eh? I really had no answer to that other than a flustered "sorry, I'm rusty on my French.". If some dork did that in earnest to me, I'm not sure I would be able to play it cool.

Saucy new boot just dropped

>>14001 >EKAF What a cool name. I wonder what she's like?

>>14002 Maybe it's just the expression she's got on but I'm kind of picturing her like the anti/boot/. Instead of being self-critical with an identity crisis she basks in being a bootleg. She's not based on any pony, so she could do anything and you can have all sorts of [redacted]

>>14001 Her mane and tail remind me of Windy Whistles.

Ponepaste Anon returned with an event for writefags https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/39555417#p39555417 Would any of you be interested in participating?

>>14006 I'm going for it. The prompt works.

>>14006 Seems like these contests always occur at the worst possible time for me personally. One of these days I'll participate, but not this time.

>>14005 I can see that a little bit, but shes got more spunk maybe even a little punk in er

bootleg from /bale/

>>14006 I'll pass. I need to recuperate from burnout and get some ideas for Midnight in the future. Between booze before sleepytime and potentially thirty hours of no sleep this weekend, my mind might come up with some shit by accident.

Tonight... (You).

>>14001 So would her name be backwards on the opposite side?

cytube

>>14031 That's a nice Daybreaker.

>>14032 Better than a bug could ever dream of being.

>>14030 mayhaps

>>14031 Next time we hang, I got new Mac album to share. It's comfy.

So Auto, is Anon and Middie's relationship a joke based on Anon being a "Man After Midnight"?

>>13968 That was nice to read, we haven't had a car focused bit in a while.

FYSA >inb4 phonefagging I'm at work

>>14049 honestly, smutty had it coming with no-expiration on uploads

>>14044 No, that happened to be a coincidence - I was already set on the track I took before hearing that song for the first time a couple of months later.

>>14051 The best things tend to be "coincidences". If you're a spooky sort, you can call it fate.

So what do bootleg voices sound like?

>>14056 Which voices?

>>14047 I missed this one - sorry. To be quite honest, I really considered delving *more* into AMCs, specifically Javelin and AMX info with this update, but I played it conservative and held back. I've learned a lot piecing my old gal back together the past four years, and honestly, the way they saved money in unexpected ways is impressive when you compare it to the rather frivolous spending GM did in the same time period between divisions. As someone who is doing (what I feel) quite well in life at this stage because of penny-pinching, AMC's story really resonated with me, despite growing up a pureblood Mopar man.

>>14056 I said in one of the hangouts that Rosie would sound like Raven from the early 2000s Teen Titan show I think in the story it’s said that Dawn sounds like Twilight, and so Sonata would likely sound like Cadance, but I always hear her with Rarity’s vaguely British accent, probably because I was originally going to base her off Nightmarity.

>>14061 I've imagined hints of "posh" in Sonata's voice, as I have with Faint Prism.

Just had an idea for the writefags. Imagine another writefag is dropped into one of your story universes. What happens?

>>14063 Reggie breaks the sound barrier to go seduce Sonata

>>14064 Fucking kek. You should write that.

>>14056 I think I've mentioned it before, but Middie is right between Luna and NMM in terms of voice pitch, with just the slightest tinge of rasp in her voice - think Chrysalis, but maybe not quite that much. Starla, I've admittedly not nailed down to such a pinpoint. She leans heavily on Celestia's sweetness, I'll say that much, but beyond that, I'm foggy. Combination of her being newer and not being in my dreams or thoughts quite like Midnight.

>>14056 Doing one of those robot voice things?

>>14086 No, just trying to stir some conversation. I was curious though if the voices themselves had a bootleg quality to them.

I finally return. I've been away for too long. >>14063 I'd like to teach Zooma how to treat her walking habit like a Zelda speedrunner. You always move faster when you're side stepping. I'd also see if I could help her make a dance out of it, help her find her groove. >>14056 Now that I know the context, I think a lot of my dorks and gals would sound... pretty average, I guess. The attached file is what someone gave me of Shiner and I absolutely believe that fit her perfectly at that moment. To go into further autistic detail: Jacky is pretty plain. Outside of her having an impeccable ability to adopt an accent, her tone and voice is pretty light. Definitely cheerful, and pleasant to listen to. Not much of a deep speaker, even when sad. Good singing voice, has a broader range when she's really feeling it. Sparkling Shinespark has a bit of a lighter voice. More dull under a lot of circumstances. When genuinely annoyed or mad, especially at the beginning, she would have that sort of... not quite bitchy, but just tone that is tripping with vitriol. Very proud when she can go on the attack. But from what we've seen, she can't deal with being attacked nearly as well. Static Prismatic is >>14062 similar, where she does like to try to sound posh. Or just more well-kempt. Of course it is self-taught so it isn't quite on target. She has made an effort to sound more mature, but I don't know what audience was for that show. Most recently, where she finally... I suppose, got knocked out of her trance or whatever you would call it, it has dropped more. She's let the joy show a bit more, even if she doesn't have anything to be particularly joyous about. Missy Pie sounds cheerful, professional. She did, anyway. Later on in her life, she has developed more into a cautious, quiet voice. She's still happy, and she won't hide it. But she doesn't really have that sort of spark for life like she used to. If you've heard it before in someone who lost it, you would know. That doesn't stop her from feeling what she does. It's just... it's like when you restore a painting. Still as beautiful. But you know something changed. Missy Sky had a very sharp edge to her voice before. Very strong, combative if it wasn't the authority in the room. What authority she had. Much later during Angel Cake's time, it had been forged into confidence. No longer trying to compete with others but rather built up with her own responsibilities and successes. Failures did exist but they did not stop her. Missy Rye had a very cautious, quiet voice. Soothing. The sort of voice you could fall asleep to, it was that sort of aural beautiful quality. Frustrations would have been vented out through whining, more sadness than anger under those situations. From Angel Cake's time onward, it would be more mature. Still quiet and like a silk blanket, but the will behind it would be more rock solid and not prone to wavering. Like a mossy mountain: soft to the touch but will not yield. Then we have the Cake gals.

>>14091 Angel Cake as a filly wouldn't have that sense of wonder most foals would, I suppose. The happiest she would be would be of seeing her friend again. We saw her at an unfortunate point in her life where distress and confusion would be far more apparent. From what little we know about her future, she had become quite the lovely mare. Every day would be one step closer to Heaven. Plum Cake would have quite the nice voice. Certainly deep. A naturally maternal mare, she would flavor any disapproval or concern by twisting it into a question, or something that might lead someone to a better answer without presenting one. It would be a way to help others on their own path so she wouldn't be too strong an influence. With her and her human's children, she would be the sort of mom who could talk about her kids for hours without pause. Carrot Cake is a complete goof. Cheerful, happy, proud, she would have a light voice that would almost be like an earworm. She has the sort of voice that you would see on a kid's show, the sort of enthusiasm that comes naturally when you're bouncing skits off of a puppet. At her weakest, that's where you see that she's actually not naturally that loud or energetic. But she likes to be. I think she could learn that it's ok when she doesn't have to be like that. Then we have our beloved, Twilit Starsky. Starsky first reminded me of https://youtu.be/kbEBwwlVtJg Shaundi from Saints Row 2. She has that chill, deeper voice but it's far more than just some stoner chick. She oozes comfort wherever she goes. Even if she's distressed and bleeding. It's a way for her to remain in control of herself, even if her life went down a bad path. She hasn't lost her light, she just had to... hide it. And in hiding it, she found a soft, crooning drone that puts people off guard. It makes people think that she isn't as sharp as she is, or creative. As creative as a pony can be when everything is made for those with hands. Even when she's excited, she has that comfortable lethargy. She has been able to channel that excitement in the past but I think from what we've seen and will continue to see, she'll be more happy than she can help. Snapplejack sounds... kinda like the AI Applejack. Not that I don't think many people recall her. I am unable to comment at this time about how Photo Finished sounds in my head.

This is a fun exercise to help learn more about characters that you don't already know. And if you do know them, it's a fun way to help describe them to others. Being able to talk about them really brings them up to the surface as far as thoughts go. If I had the space and the coin, I'd want plushes of all of them, not just PlushJack and eventual PlushShine.

>>14091 >attached file Honestly I imagined her voice to be slightly more higher pitched than that.

So, we gonna make the thread on Valentine's, after Harmonycon, or wait a while longer for everyone to get back in the groove so we have more to post?

Started an update months ago, just now finished it. Let's try it again, from the top. 14. Self-image >Name: Zooma >Age: ? >Sex: F >Circle the face that most closely reflects how you feel today: > :( >Over the last 2 weeks, how often have you been bothered by any of the following problems? >1. Little interest or pleasure in doing things >Not at all (several days) more than half the days nearly every day >2. Feeling down, depressed, or hopeless >Not at all several days more than half the days (nearly every day) >3. Trouble falling or staying asleep, or sleeping too much >Not at all several days more than half the days (nearly every day) >4. Feeling tired or having little energy >Not at all several days more than half the days (nearly every day) >5. Poor appetite or overeating >Not at all (several days) more than half the days nearly every day >6. Feeling bad about yourself - or that you are a failure or have let yourself or your family down >Not at all several days more than half the days (nearly every day) >7. Trouble concentrating on things, such as reading the newspaper or watching television >Not at all several days (more than half the days) nearly every day >8. Moving or speaking so slowly that other people could have noticed -Or- the opposite - being so fidgety or restless that you have been moving around a lot more than usual >Not at all several days (more than half the days) nearly every day >9. Thoughts that you would be better off dead, or of hurting yourself >Not at all several days more than half the days nearly every day >10. If you checked off any problems, how difficult have these problems made it for you at work, home, or with other people? >Not difficult at all Somewhat difficult (Very difficult) Extremely difficult >Even though it takes less than a minute to fill out these questionnaires, you still hate doing them. >Go through the rigmarole to just get inside Dr. Lazlo's office, then wait five, ten, twelve minutes! until the good doctor graces you with her presence. >"I'm so sorry I'm late, Zooma. It's been one of those mornings where everything seems to go wrong." "It's okay. These things happen." >She smiles, says, "Thanks for understanding." then casts her gaze down to her clipboard. Her deep blue eyes scan to from your right to left, over and over and over again. Lazlo purses her lips and murmurs and occasional "Hmm," whilst marking up the page with her own notes. >"Still sleeping poorly?" "Yes." >Lazlo chews on the back of her pen, frowning. She looks up, over her glinting golden-rimmed glasses, to you. >"You didn't answer one of the questions." "Oh. I must have glossed over it." You look at the window to her left and brush your bangs to the right. "The form is rather repetitive, after all." >"That's okay. We'll answer it now. In the past two weeks, have you had any thoughts that you would be better off dead, or of hurting yourself?" > > > >"Zooma?"

>>14119 >Focus on the blue jay perched on the branch outside the window. >"Zooma? Are you having thoughts of hurting yourself?" "No. I would never do that to Anon." >"Do you ever feel like things might be better if you weren't around anymore? 'Anon would be better off with a real Luna,' a bitter voice in your mind whispers. >Look at the ground. Clench your teeth. Ears fold sua sponte. >Hold your breath. Hold everything in. Shut your eyes so tight you don't know if you'll ever be able to open them again. >Stop being a drama queen, Zooma. Stop being so emotional. Stop being a burden on everyone. >A real Luna wouldn't have all these problems. >A real Luna isn't a "Drama Queen" like HE said you are. >A real Luna can walk straight. >A real Luna doesn't have to worry about people calling you out for the knockoff you are. >A real Luna is perfect. >Anon deserves so much better than you. >Something warm touches your shoulder, making you jump and open your eyes. Dr. Lazlo jerks her hand back a few inches and lets it hover. "I'm sorry, Zooma. You zoned out on me." >She sets the clipboard down. >"Why don't we skip going over your survey results for now. What's on your mind?" >Try as you might, you simply can't get yourself to open up. Lazlo asks you questions and it's all you can manage to answer them beyond a few words. "Sorry," you mutter. "I'm not trying to be difficult."

>>14120 >Lazlo gives you a faint smile. "It's fine, dear. Sometimes it's hard to vocalize what we're feeling." >She nibbles on the end of her pen, and scans her notes; eyes darting left and right. >"How's your job?" "Fine." >C'mon, Zooma. You can do better, especially considering Lazlo sees you pro bono. >Heavy sigh. "The dynamic is different now that Jessica goes to school every day." >"How so?" "Ruby has me helping her while Jessica's at school." >"Remind me what she does again?" "She's the C.F.O. of her company." >Lazlo's eyes light up. "Medical instruments, right?" "That's correct." >"Do you enjoy that kind of work?" "Yes..." >"But?" >You sigh again. "But, it's rather... basic. I'm capable of doing so much more than basic secretarial work, you know." You look to Lazlo and hold up a hoof, as if to signal her to stop. "Not that I'm ungrateful for the additional duties! Far from it! I've learned a lot from Ruby- she's a very successful woman and I really do appreciate the experience I've gained these past few weeks. And she actually pays me more for the time I help her with her work." >"Do you prefer caring for her daughter?" "Absolutely. Don't get me wrong, I love to help however I can, to feel useful. Anon may earn much more than me, but my financial contribution to our household isn't trivial, and that feels good. But..." >Your right wing extends, primaries poised to pluck the best phrase from the aether. "...when I care for Jessica, I feel... different. Special." >"In what way?" "I-" >This is the first time you've explicitly considered *why* you love caring for that little girl. No one, not even Spitfire, knows why you adore Jessica, though you suspect she has her suspicions. "I, um..." you swallow, collect your thoughts, and look at the carpet. "When I take care of Jessica... I get a taste of what I've always wanted... more than anything." >"Which is?" "To be a mother." >Lazlo sets her pen and clipboard on her lap. Her stare is piercing; heavy, even. "You've never mentioned wanting to be a mother before. How long have you wanted this?" "As long as I can remember." >"Does Anonymous know about this?" "No." You shake your head several times. >"Why not?" >Why not indeed. >You snort. "I don't need to stress him out with something else." >"Has he ever said you've stressed him out?" "No, but..." you huff, ruffling your wings. "Why wouldn't he be? Everything was fine for so long. And then things just seemed to start falling apart! My nightmares wake him up, and then we get short with each other because we're both tired, and then I get distracted at work..." >You can't remain seated a moment longer. Pacing wobbly figure-eights around Lazlo's office seems to help the words flow. "What happens if my performance suffers enough with Ruby that she fires me? What if Anon and I have another big argument? What if he gets rid of me?"

>>14121 >Lazlo holds up her hands. "Zooma, Sweetheart. Every couple argues and bickers from time to time. I'm not saying your concerns aren't legitimate, but I don't believe for a second that Anon would abandon you over-" "But what if he did!? What if he replaced me with a real Luna?" >"Why would he do that? He loves-" "A real Luna can walk straight! A real Luna isn't a mistake! Real Lunas are prettier, more graceful, more valuable- they're perfect! I was supposed to be perfect like them, and when I wasn't, I was worthless." >"Zooma, *nobody*- human or pony- nobody is perfect. And that's okay." "IT'S NOT OKAY!" Lazlo jumps back at your outburst, but you can't control yourself. "It's not okay! *HE* said it himself- I'm not fit to bear Luna's name! *HE* said I'm defective! A reject! Do you know what they DID to me because I'm not perfect!?" >"Zooma," Dr. Lazlo's voice is low; measured. "Did Anon say these things?" "What? No, no it was..." >The man in the gray suit. >You can almost hear his nasally voice, almost feel his disgusted stare. >Lazlo's voice seems so soft, so distant. "Zooma? Did somebody hurt you?" >Though it happened so long ago, you can still detect the faintest hint of that distinct disinfectant... /.../ >It's time to wake up. >What does that even mean? >How could you have learned so much if you'd been sleeping? Surely the voice was mistaken! >But what if it was? >No, that's silly. The voice knows everything. It couldn't be wrong! ...because if it was, well- >Shuddering, you force your mind to derail that train of thought. >So many new sensations! Every new stimulus is borne of a physical input. Is this... your body? >Another silly thing! You've always had your body! How could you have visited so many places? >You did travel... Right? >The harder you try to recall the details of your various journeys, the more distant and diminished they seem. Like nature, your mind abhors a vacuum, and sends other thoughts to fill the void. >Service. >You are made to serve. It is one of the foundations of your existence. Why wouldn't it be? Nothing is better than being helpful; useful. To make your owner smile is what you live for. >Companionship. >You are your owner's best friend. You are a vital part of your owner's family, and you will love them with all of your being. Be it a friend, a lover, a mentor, a surrogate daughter, a parental figure... you will live to fulfill your assigned role with fervent devotion. >Luna. >You are Princess Luna, Guardian of the Night, Goddess of the Moon. You are the embodiment of grace and beauty. Your wit and charm are unparalleled, because you are pony perfected. >You must be perfect. >You will be perfect for your owner. You will serve him or her to your final day. >It's time! >Finally, after all these... years? However long it's been, you're here! It's actually happening!

>>14122 >It's time to do what you were made to do- to be somebody's best friend! >Something changed. >You're seeing- truly seeing for the first time! >Everything is bright. Thick, white fog envelops you, obscuring your already-blurred vision. >A muffled voice, different than any you've heard before. Shaking your head, you take control of your ears and swivel them 'round, trying to detect the voice's origin. >Rain. >Rain falls, washing away the slimy residue on your fur that you'd only become aware of moments earlier. You spread your wings and smile, letting the cool, refreshing drops fall between your spread feathers. The downpour ends just like it began; sudden and unexpected. >Warm wind replaces the rain, banishing the fog and bringing your new environment into view... /.../ "Hey. All set?" >Behind her large, dark sunglasses, you can't see Zooma's eyes, only the wet tracks in the fur below them. She gives you a slight nod before stumbling chest-first into the office door. It gives way, and Zooma slips through in the blink of an eye. Though you follow in her wake, she's already airborne by the time you exit the building. >Catching up with her isn't an issue. Yes, Zooma is a talented flyer, but even she can't match your aerial prowess. Nopony can, not even those insufferable Rainbow Dash ponies you encounter every now and again. >Attacking those Celestia-damned honks with extreme prejudice will do that for a mare; keeps your skills honed. Seriously, fuck geese. They belong in hell, and you are more than happy to send them there, no matter how many run-ins you have with game wardens. >Shit, there's a flock of them to your four o'clock. >Resist the urge, Spitfire. You can do it. For Zooma. >Fucking geese. They'll get theirs in due time. >However, your priority is watching your adopted sister's six, who needs her wingmare now more than ever. >Instead of returning to your house, Zooma adjusts her heading, flying to the southeast at an ever-increasing speed, silent as ever. You maintain a respectful five meter gap between yourself and her. She'll call for you if she needs something. >Ten minutes pass with Zooma maintaining her wordless, grueling pace, and you trailing her, before she begins her descent. She dives, tracing an invisible corkscrew for two hundred meters of altitude before touching down on her driveway with more finesse than you expected from such a large mare. >You land seconds later and trot up the sidewalk to the front door. Zooma presses her wallet against the proximity badge reader Anon had installed in the weeks following their first meeting. The reader beeps, flashes a green light, and the deadbolt clicks. The door opens with the whirring of servos, allowing both of you passage. >As much of a geek as he was (and still is), Anon is pretty clever with technology; much more than Chad. But that's to be expected from somebody that makes his living as a full-time nerd.

>>14123 >The door closes. Zooma sniffs. "Hey... are you okay?" >Zooma sniffs again and nods. Her feathers reach under her sunglasses as her breathing hitches. "Zooma, look at me." >She keeps her gaze fixed on the blank TV, jaw clenched, chest heaving as she struggles to control her fitful breaths. >You extend a wing towards her shades, she brushes it away. Undeterred, you move in front of her and nuzzle her neck, beneath the jaw. >Zooma shudders and she collapses onto her haunches, but you're there to catch her and guide her back to the couch. The dam breaks when your wings clasp behind her neck. >"I'm sorry," she chokes out between sobs. "I'm so sorry." >She repeats her apologetic mantra until she can't. Her tears wet your fur and her dress, weeping and hitched breaths shake both your bodies. "Shhh..." you say, rubbing her back as she buries her face in your chest. "Shhhh..." >Goddess only knows how long you held her while she wept. In time she fell asleep, still clutched in your forelegs. >Your hooves stroke her mane, revealing little details you'd never noticed before. >Scars. >Some from incisions, some from what you'd guess were burns. Others, you had no idea how she got them. All of them small, all of them seeming to be strategic in placement, so that they'd never be readily-apparent; especially when hidden by her mane, wings, or unshorn fetlocks. >Or dresses. "What did they do to you?" you whisper, ceasing your gentle petting. >You shake in spite of yourself, vision turning red as you inspect Zooma's scars. "Who could hurt somepony as sweet as you?" >The sun sets with Zooma fast asleep under your protective wing and contemplative gaze. In time, she sighs, and the faintest smile graces her muzzle. >Your stomach growls, but you don't budge, save to kiss Zooma's cheek. >Her legs twitch and she sighs, followed by a brief murmur; noises you can't discern. >Complete darkness now shrouds the living room. Zooma sleeps in a tight ball on the couch. You remain by her side, a devoted sentry, praying to every deity you can think of, asking that your friend be granted a deep, restful, and soothing sleep. >Rest now, sweet Zooma. "They won't hurt you again." You growl in the darkness. "Not if I can help it." ... >"Enjoying your stay so far?" "Oh, yes! This is wonderful, thank you." >The man chuckles. >"Glad to hear it. Have you been to our spa before?" "I... don't think so." >"In that case, we'll give you the royal treatment, on the house!" "Oh, no, that's not necessary-" >"Only the best for my sweet green girl." >The remark makes you giggle. There's something so familiar about this person. What was his name again? You're certain he told you earlier, but you don't want to seem rude and ask him again. >Perhaps you can sneak a peek at his name badge?

>>14124 >Every time you think to look, it's always *just* facing away from you or out of focus. At one point, you could've sworn his name started with an "R", or an "D"... or was it a "S"? >"B", perhaps? >These questions melt away when he gets to work with the curry comb. "Stars above, where have you BEEN all my life!?" >Your wing covers your mouth the moment you finish the question. >Again, he laughs, thank goodness. >"I've been with you, Z. Every step of the way." >What does that mean? >He continues before you think to ask for clarification. >"I used to care for horses. I'd brush them, take them out and lunge them... even rode a mare regularly for a while, so pampering colorful ponies like yourself came pretty naturally." "I do hope they're paying you well." >"Eh," he says, shrugging. "Being here is its own reward." "If you say so..." >"I do. Ready for the brush?" >By the moon, are you ever. >Your head buzzes with a myriad of questions, but you're unsure of where to start. >When in doubt, start with small talk, and let it flow. "I like your mane," you offer, as he brushes yours. "Especially all the curls." >"Hey, thanks. Been growing it out for a while. My old lady especially loves it." "May I?" you ask, wiggling a primary. >Though you can't see his face (come to think of it, you don't recall ever seeing it) you know he's smiling. >"Go right ahead." >You drag a feather through his long, curly locks, giggling as they spring back into place after yielding to your touch. "Does your wife have curly hair too?" >"Yeah, but her mane only curls at the ends. But it works for her, y'know? With the different colors and how long it is." "She sounds lovely." >"Thanks, she is. She really is. Quite the looker, that one. Just like you, Z." "Thank- thank you." >That's where you leave the conversation for a while, content to be pampered in this tranquil setting. After brushing and braiding your mane, the man sets to work on your hooves. >"There," he says, running a file along the edge of your last hoof. "Pretty as can be!" "I don't feel pretty." you say without thinking. >He frowns. "Why not?" "Because I'm all wrong." >"What do you mean?" "Look at me." You wave a wing over your body. "I'm supposed to be Princess Luna. My fur is green, my mane and tail have silver highlights instead of stars, my cutie marks are all wrong, my eyes are the wrong-" >"Boop!" he interrupts, pressing a finger to your snout. "Ha ha! Never gets old, seeing you ponies go cross-eyed." "Forgive me if I don't find it amusing." >The man crosses his arms and sighs. >"Have you ever considered that you're not *supposed* to be Princess Luna? That you're exactly who you're supposed to be?" "But why would anyone want-" >"Did you know that green is my favorite color? Specifically, the tint of green your coat is?" "What? Really?" >"Yep!" "You're just saying that to make me feel better." >"Search your feelings, Lady Zooma. You will know it to be true."

>>14125 >You can't suppress your giggles. >"Look," he continues, pulling locks of dark hair from the sides of his head. "I've got 'silver highlights' in my hair too. But those are mostly caused by my better half." >Your giggling gives way to a full-blown laugh. >It's nice, to laugh. Feels like you haven't laughed in ages. >"You know, Z, there's a lot of 'real' Lunas out in your world..." >Your world? >"...but there's only one Zooma. And you know that that makes you?" >You shake your head. >For once, you can see his eyes, only his eyes, as he leans close to your face. >"That makes you priceless." >He kisses your forehead, then scratches under your chin and behind your ears. >The tension you didn't realize you'd been holding onto melts away, as do the details of the spa. >"I'll always be with you, Zooma." >His voice seems so distant, and you're so tired. >This is nice- being so relaxed, so at peace. >"I love you, sweet girl. Never forget that." >But your eyes are so heavy, and he fades into the light just like everything else, leaving you alone in quiet bliss. ... Though she's far from being out of the woods, finishing this vignette has lifted a weight off my heart. https://ponepaste.org/5304#1759

>>14118 I hate to drag everyone down by inactivity but I kinda want to wait a little bit longer. I don't like the duration but I would almost want to say maybe at the start of March. After Harmonycon I'll officially be out of things to do and worry about so outside of work, I can get back into having no life outside of writing mares and the losers who love them. >>14119 You're putting everyone to shame with the le- >months ago Yeah. That tracks. I also want to sorta wait until March because once it warms up enough, I want to go ramming speed on Starsky. Her innuendos hit deep and hard, and I want to help spread her plot for everyone who have been dripping with starved anticipation. Also I like her a lot, and feel like that if the dorks had a fourth party member, it would be her. There are a lot of very close similarities.

Does quoting posts act funky for anyone else? >>14130 When are you going to update no flut November? >waiting until March I'm on board. I don't have enough ready to help support a new thread on /mlp/ and I'm still in the middle of peak travel season at work.

>>14091 That's a pretty impressive description there. >>14126 >sad pony ^:( I feel like I'm out of the loop on Zooma or perhaps I was never in the loop. I've seen the green around but I feel like I've only caught bits and pieces. Strange. Anyway, nice to see the green hiatus broken, and what an intense way to do so. Hopefully she comes to find some happiness. >>14130 >more Skarsky Oh man am I excited. I've been missing that silly pony from the threads.

>>14132 I'm gonna see if I can wrap it up by Wednesday. You're not the only one who wanted more sooner. >>14133 I may be limited to text only but that has not blocked out anything to me on a sensory level. And I miss her too. She's had such an interesting life and the way she carries herself is incredibly appealing. Same with ruffling her mane and things like that. If we're lucky we'll be able to see more art of her pop up too.

Anyone wanna w2g tonight or over the weekend? Got new stuff to show and bring up.

>>14135 Sure, I might be on later (it seems I usually am) but I'm interested.

>>14135 I could join later tonight, around 9 central time.

>>14138 >>14136 I can start it tomorrow. Got a good amount of stuff on my mind tonight.

>>14135 I would show up soon after 7:00 PM EST on Saturday and I don't know about Sunday. Thanks for giving notice!

https://w2g.tv/room/?room_id=cfej3oheic99uixdic It's /boot/tunes time. Also the last W2G before Harmonycon.

So I got a Twiggy and... uh... I don't think it's going so well.

>>13928 >couldn't stomach a proper read until now, with a strong buzz I'd been carrying guilt about where Z was for a while. It's one of those, "The only way out is through" scenarios, where I just needed to grit my teeth and push through an uncomfortable vignette. Even though the flashback in the latest update is incomplete and benign, I know what happens next in that memory, and it sucks to think about. But pushing through (that iteration) of the memory allowed me to transition away from the pain and end on a more positive note. Between the latest update and the multiverse short, the guilt associated with Z's troubles has subsided. I feel like she can "nap" peacefully now. I miss Condense more than any of my characters. Been thinking about her a lot. More of her story- the way I should've told it from the beginning- has been coming through. But I'm not ready for her. Can't give her the time she needs anytime soon.

Happy Hearts and Hooves, /bootleg/. No fancy dinner or anything planned. Just another movie night.

>>14174 Probably should have done some Valentine's shorts for my girls but I'm still on the mend.

Currently waiting in a drive-thru line behind a Hyundai. Staring at the model name S O N A T A and it's bringing all sorts of lecherous thoughts to mind.

>>14184 Rot

anybody at harmonycon?

>>14198 If I'm not mistaken, I believe Blondie is there. Think it's quite a ways for most of us to have been there - I personally don't think I could handle being at a con period.

>>14198 I, Fortune, am also at Harmonycon

Aren't cons in US all hyperwoke and overcontrolled shitshows?

>>14201 What's your impression so far? Have you linked up with Blondie yet? Favorite thing you've seen so far?

>>14203 Met up with him yesterday, but not yet today, honestly kind of bored, none of the panels interest me.

I just about have my next update ready for Midnight, but I got lazy this morning. Expect it by Friday at the latest. I'm also trying to form a coherent Jackie-esque alternate timeline one shot after having a vivid dream that left me shook. Never in a million years did I expect to encounter pre-Midnight Midnight, Shadow. Fuck Reg, did you get my email?

>>14204 I'm glad we got to hang out, though it sucks the lobby was so loud. Saturday, I was completely wiped. I was up all night but the lack of sleep and flying put me down like a rabid mare licker. It was unconventional for a convention because while the panels kinda sucked, it was great to just have everyone to talk to. It was a pretty chill con, my only personal issue was that I didn't have a car and fuck walking around in Dallas as soon as the sun is setting. Shit's like Dying Light, and it's been since highschool that I could hop fences. I will say that it has invigorated me greatly when it comes to poniponi. Writing in a void is still an issue but it is pretty cool when one new anon recognizes you. >>14211 >spoiler The MARE M A D N E S S grows. Once you start thinking of different paths and branches and following through, it grips you that much more tightly. It is a real way to find out more about how your characters are and who they could be. Under different circumstances.

>>14212 I'm just trying to make sense of the nonlewd, playful wrestling with her on the couch and gazing into those gorgeous emerald green eyes that were taken from her, along with the playful innocence we've only recently begun to see from Middie.[spoiler]Also, considering I spent another $600 on the other half of my obsession and name, I suppose mare madness needs to be tapped.[/spoiler]

>>14212 It was nice to meet at least one of y'all in person, and while I have yet to succumb to mare madness, I do have a bit more of an itch to work on Rosie. Helps that I'm almost off the mend.

>Almost a literal month since the last update. Holy crap. I really miss the blazing pace I had once upon a time, but I suppose it can't be helped. Anyway... >>13968 >" Ew, these really are dirty." "Yeah, it would be a waste of time to clean them if they weren't, right?" >Starla snorts in amusement upon hearing your argument, pausing a moment to get a better look at her work thus far. >"I really didn't think they were that bad, but just - look," she states, motioning to a section of leather just treated under her hoof and a section yet to be massaged. >The upholstery of the Chrysler is starting to look like it did from the factory - a creamy ivory shade, rather than a dingy beige. >Starla was keen on having something to accomplish while you and Midnight piddled with mechanicals. >After a bit of brainstorming and a soft wash mitt that fit perfectly over her hoof, she was more than happy to clean up the seats with leather cream. >They had already been wiped free of any loose dust or soil on a previous occasion, so this was a matter of seeing what else could come up, and how well the upholstery could recover after sitting for so long. >By the looks of it, you may not need to recover the seats, at least for the time being. >Certainly not perfect, but more than presentable. >Assuming the rest of the leather turns out that way, of course. >Cleaning interiors isn't really an enjoyable endeavor in your mind, especially this sort of deep clean. >But Starla's humming and thin smile as she works proves not everyone finds the task dreadful. >After the brief checkup on Star's progress, you head back up to the front. >Midnight currently inhabits the space between the fenders where the engine would be, cleaning up the years of dust deposited upon every surface. >Her hardened gaze and clenched jaw make it clear she's focused on getting the engine bay clean, but not particularly enthused by the job. >But she's dedicated, as evidenced by a few minor bits of debris and spiderwebs that have found a home on her coat and in her hair. >You return to what you were doing, cleaning the radiator support. >"Wish we could have just power-washed the whole damn thing," Midnight comments, her voice showing a hint of displeasure. "That's a good way to cause electrical problems, particularly in something this old," you respond, rubbing down the area you've been letting soak with cleaner. >"I know, " she sighs. "This kind of tedious stuff just sucks. I'd rather be assembling or disassembling something." "Told you to pace yourself on replacing the suspension bushings, didn't I?" >Midnight takes a moment to glance at you, frowning. >"We'd still have had to do this at some point," she replies. "True, true." >"How's the interior looking? Decent?" she asks, trying to push away her disdain shared just a moment ago. "You wanna take a look?" you suggest, taking a step back to allow her egress. >Midnight shakes her head, returning her attention to the final patch of the driver's side inner fender needing a good scrub.

So out of practice, I forgot my damn name >>14222 >"I really want to get this side done at the very least," she explains. "No guarantees once I climb out of here, I'll want to get back in and continue." "And that's perfectly fine, Mid." >"Gotta get done sooner or later," she retorts as if needing to argue her case. >You reach into the engine bay and gently pat her on the withers in reassurance. "It looks good though. Both your work and what Starla's been able to do with the interior. I think the seats will be fine to use as is." >"Cool. That's one less thing we have to worry about." >Conversation dies off after Midnight's notation - purely due to her focus on working as she hunkers down closer to the fender. >Having Starla here spending time with Midnight has gone pleasantly well. >It was hard to know what to expect when this arrangement came around. >You don't think you can be faulted for being apprehensive about the idea. >Beyond the obvious concerns of having another pony in your care whose mere existence is illegal, you did worry how well the two of them would get along. > It's one thing to talk through a screen or a phone, and quite another to have real-world, face-to-face interactions. >Not to mention actually sharing a living space with each other. >Midnight's smoothed out quite a bit in the time she's lived with you, but there are still some rough edges that show up now and then. >Hindsight makes it clear now, but you still feel like you should have had more faith in Middie from the get-go. >Nevertheless, there's not been an issue other than some minor squabbles that were quickly and calmly rectified. >If those disagreements are even worth calling squabbles. >"What are we doing for food tonight?" Midnight asks, standing up straight and stretching out her limbs before turning to focus on you. "I dunno. What are you and Star gonna make us?" you suggest, flashing a quick, cheeky grin. >Midnight shakes her head, allowing a stray bit of cobweb that had attached itself to her hair to float away. >"Nope, last night was us. Your turn." "We still have stuff from Starla's list, though," you remind her. >"Uh huh. And she's still with us for at least a couple more days, dillhole," she answers in a calm but firm tone. "Fine, fine. Gives me some time to buy you a cute little chef's hat to wear next time you cook," you tease her. >Her nostrils flare at the idea as she lets out a snort. "Guess that's a no. What do you want tonight?" >Ever so helpful, Midnight's initial response is an uncertain shrug of the shoulders. "At least that narrows it down." >Rather than acknowledge your inane comment, Midnight motions you away from the front of the car. >You take a few steps back as she tests her front hooves for a good footing on the radiator support, using that as leverage to leap up and out of the engine bay in a swift motion. >Her hooves hit the concrete with a sharp clack, drawing Starla's attention from inside the cabin of the car.

>>14223 >As her friend twists her way out from the interior, Midnight perks up with an idea. >"How about going to that drive-in diner we visit from time to time? They got good food, and Starla says she doesn't get out much in public. I bet she's never had it." >While the initial idea doesn't sound like a bad suggestion, the reasoning causes you to pause. >Starla herself joins the huddle just as Midnight finishes her proposal. >While Midnight was hardly speaking in hushed tones, you don't know if Starla caught any of it. >If she did, there's not a trace of enthusiasm emanating from her blank expression. >"Hey Star, I was just suggesting to Anon we go out to a drive-in for some food tonight," Midnight repeats, slightly more excited now. > While you have your own reservations about the idea, Starla surprises everyone with a firm shake of her head. >"I don't think that's a good idea," she says, her voice offering just a hint of reluctance amid the wash of conviction. >Midnight, startled by the dismissal, shakes her head slightly, looking upon Starla with a healthy dose of skepticism in those vibrant blue eyes. >"What? Why not? You even told me yourself you don't get to go out much," Midnight protests. >"And I also *told* you that reason, Midnight," Starla rebuts in a sharp tone. >Midnight looks down at the concrete floor for a brief moment, as if taking stock of what is transpiring. >When she returns to the conversation, her expression has changed, from one of confusion and astonishment to cautiousness, her ears lowered on her head. >"Is it because you don't want to, or you normally wouldn't with Teddy? I mean, we're not even going to leave the truck and-" "Midnight, it was a fair idea, but I don't feel good about doing that either," you interrupt. >You had to interrupt - judging by the intense stare and the tension in Starla's form, she was getting ready to unload. "Maybe if we had Teddy's permission, but god forbid if something happened while she was with us - I don't think I could live with myself." >"Alright, sorry," Midnight answers with a disappointed sigh. "I guess I didn't think it was that big of a deal." >You didn't think so either - but that's the most riled-up you've ever seen Starla. "Mid, you gotta get a shower before any food - you look like you just crawled out of a crypt," you joke, hoping to lighten the atmosphere as you motion to her mane. >The comment seems to work, as Starla lets out a short hum of amusement as the simmering frustration fades away from her expression. >"Yeah well, you can't argue I half-assed the engine bay," Midnight responds, sticking her tongue out at you. "Just don't eat without me." >"I don't think anything prepared will be short enough to interrupt your shower. Unless you planned on getting lost." >Just like that, the Starla you know has returned with her sweet teasing. >Midnight chuckles a bit before turning tail and heading to the bathroom. "You okay?" you ask, glancing over to your guest.

>>14224 >"Good! I'm good! Thank you - how are you?" Starla answers excitedly. >That was a little exaggerated, to say the least... "I'm... good," you answer, pausing to pick your words. "You - ah, Midnight is Midnight, you know? Little rough around the edges still." >"I know. It was a nice thought she had." "But something didn't sit right with you," you answer for her. >Starla bites her lip, that calm and cheerful facade fading away. >"I... might have been a bit short. Just tired, I guess," she says, laughing it off in a rather unsettled manner. "I think we're all a little tired. No sweat," you reassure her, unwilling to prod any further. >Even so, you merely stand there after the short exchange, unsure of what to do or say now. >Well, you could probably offer to head upstairs and relax in comfort, you dumbass. "You wanna head upstairs while Middie's soaking up all the water?" >"Yeah... I actually - can I talk to you?" she asks in an uncertain, hushed voice. "Of course. C'mon." >You lead the way up the stairs, ushering Starla through the door into your living space before following her in. >"Do you think Teddy is too protective of me?" Starla asks as the door latches shut. >Oh boy. >The question leaves you stunned for a moment, unsure of how to answer something with such weight. "I don't really know?" you say, scratching your head. "Is there being too protective?" >Starla can't help but smirk just a bit at your wishy-washy answer as she climbs atop a barstool. >"I'm not going to use your answer against you, I promise," she replies. >Even though she tries to offer reassurance, you still can't help but imagine words driving a rift in her relationship with Teddy. >You don't want to be a home wrecker. >But Starla apparently trusts you enough to ask for advice over Midnight... >Well, Midnight's questions seemed to agitate her in the first place, didn't they? "Well, I'm a bit out of the loop in where this is coming from, and to be honest, I don't really know your - well, how you and Teddy live. You know?" >"Right. I suppose it isn't fair of me to ask something like that," she says, bowing her head. "I'm all ears if you want to talk, don't get me wrong," you add in haste. "I just need to understand more of the situation." >"Well, I guess the easiest way to say it is I don't get out much. Not like you and Midnight do." "It's not like we're social butterflies, either," you quip. >"No, I'm not saying that but - I mean, other than the odd trip to the grocery store late at night, or just a leisurely cruise out in the middle of nowhere, that's all I really see of the world," she says in a downtrodden manner. "I never really considered it until I met Midnight." "I get that Teddy takes a lot of precautions, and it's all in the name of keeping you safe - but is that all it is?" >"I'm basically the opposite of Midnight and how she is - er, was, when meeting new people." "I don't follow."

>>14225 >"I mean how she is defensive, suspicious, guarded - that sort of thing," Starla explains. "Ah." >"It's never technically gotten me in trouble, but I'm just an open book when it comes to socializing and befriending strangers," she continues. "I don't know - I just can't fathom someone being... bad." "Midnight's seen and experienced the dark side. By the sounds of it, you never did." >"Maybe you're right," she sighs. "I wouldn't want to go through what she did for the payoff, though. But we moved far away from Georgia so Teddy nor I had that fear of me getting caught. It's why I have the necklace - and yet, we don't really explore the world..." "So it kinda sounds like what Midnight asked was maybe not so mean?" >"No, I just - I suppose I'm just as protective of Teddy as he is of me. So it sort of just felt..." "Felt kind of like a personal attack." >Starla nods her head solemnly. >"I guess Teddy and I are two of a kind, being overprotective," she says with an amused hum. "But no one ever gets any better or learns without experience, right? I could probably adjust somehow, learn some boundaries, maybe? Staying cooped up isn't going to help me." >Her posture stiffens up as she falls silent. >You gotta say something - even if it is sort of worthless in your mind. "Well, have you talked about this with Teddy at all?" >"This is all kind of a new thought for me, to be honest," Starla admits in a sheepish tone. "I've never had anyone to compare myself to, and I just assumed he was right. Not that he isn't right in his concerns, mind you, and I do trust him-" "And I'm not saying you shouldn't trust him. He clearly loves you, Star. Maybe he's being just a tad overprotective, but if he doesn't know how you feel... well, how can he have any gauge on how you feel?" >All at once, the tension leaves her, only to be replaced by a pair of slumped shoulders. >"Good point. I just feel a bit uneasy asking about something I really don't know about - that being the outside world." "It all depends on how important it is to you. Again, Midnight and I aren't exactly painting the town red every night. I think if I hadn't dragged her out of the gates of the junkyard, she would have still never ventured out into the world, and been content as is. But Teddy doesn't seem the kind of guy that would get mad at you for anything. I don't think you really have to be concerned about discussing this with him." >"Nah, he's a softie - unless it comes down to my safety," she replies with a laugh. "Maybe when he calls tonight, I'll have a short discussion about what we just talked about. Depends on how I feel, and how relaxed he sounds. I don't need to stress him up." >That's right, you've had no word from Teddy since the day he left. >"He usually doesn't call until the second day out," Starla says dismissively as if reading your mind. "Ah, gotcha. To be honest, I already forgot the phone routine you guys use for contact." >"No worries, I know it like the back of my hoof."

>>14226 "Good. That got a little confusing without directions in words," you admit with a laugh. "But if you want to discuss that over the phone tonight, let me and Mid know. We'll give you some privacy," you offer, hesitating a moment as another thought eats at your mind. >Phone calls sometimes don't go well went it comes to sensitive subjects like this. >Again, the last thing you want is tears out of this. "But it might be something better off discussed face to face. If it comes down to it, I can always make a run to the drive-in and bring back food. Maybe that's what I'll do tonight." >"I think that sounds like a good idea." >You hear the door swing open behind you, with Midnight entering through just as you turn around. >Her hair is still just a bit damp by the lack of volume compared to normal. "Blow dryer not work?" >"Wasn't feeling it," she comments, lacking any sort of enthusiasm as she strides past you. "Figured it would just be that much longer before you got started on food." "Oh, I'm cooking?" >"No, you're getting us food!" she demands, taking a seat next to Starla just as she claps her hooves onto the countertop. >"Anon's getting us food!" Starla cheers. >Midnight flashes a bemused grin as she watches her friend's outburst, before turning back to you. >"See?" "I feel like I'm being ganged up on." >"Maybe," Starla answers. "But we appreciate you." >She follows it up with a wink of her eye, letting you know that comment is more than just for the current topic. >Keeping your little discussion under wraps, you give her a slight nod. "Well, go get your laptop Midnight, let's figure out what everyone wants before I head out." -----

>>14227 >Midnight returns Woohoo! Nice to see a return of the project car. Not sure if it's actually been that long since it's last appearance or just the time between updates. Curious to see where the conversation with Teddy goes about Starla in public. What level of paranoia he has for the possibility of being found out. Some is definitely going to be good, though it would probably be nice for her to get out a bit more. And of course if the two of them go out together it would probably bring even more attention to them. Thanks for the update Auto.

>>14227 Always nice to get an update. I wonder what Teddy has been up to, and what other interactions will come from Starla sleeping over. >looking upon Starla with a healthy dose of skepticism in those vibrant blue eyes. I bet you were thinking of that detail because of the dream with Shadow.

Hangout this weekend? I'm feeling social and getting hype for next weekend.

>>14246 Sounds good to me.

>>14246 Sounds like a plan, also >It's been so long since the previous thread on the board that I don't remember what the last update was

>>14250 Last update for what?

>>14251 Rosie

>>14246 I'm down for it. What time?

>>14246 I'll try to be there at some point, but it will probably be later. Have a league race at 930 est that will take an hour, then probably need time to decompress from stupidity.

>>14256 >>14255 >>14247 I'll probably set up a room in around four hours or something.

https://w2g.tv/room/?room_id=i6yko5sp8lpcexqjdl It begins. AGAIN. We also need an official /w2g/ picture.

I love these pones, lad. In such intoxicated nights, I refuse to believe otherwise from the fact that without these three, the last three years' worth of "achievement" would be even more minor than they truly are. It is with the context and content that they have brought to myself and others that my higher heights climbed have any value. For without them, there is nothing new to look forward to and no lands worth exploring. There are more tales to tell for /bootleg/ and by Celestia, we shall tell them until there is not one left to explore for their and our own sakes.

>>14240 >I bet you were thinking of that detail because of the dream with Shadow. I actually wrote that line before the dream, and it really isn't coincidental. I cant really think of a way to put it without sounding like a deranged serial killer, but I have a strong attraction to eyes. It's part of what drew me into being a diehard moonfag, and why our resident drawfag is my favorite artist with his attention to the eyes. Window to the soul and all that jazz, I guess.

When is /bootleg/ going live again on the other board?

>>14285 >When is bootleg gonna start another bump thread on the other board? Ftfy

>>14285 I'm thinking tomorrow and kicking it hard with the most bodacious of /boot/ mares. >>14287 You can unironically blame lurkers if you want to point fingers at slow movement. There are readers, just don't know where or why.

W2G tonight or tomorrow?

>>14292 I'd be down for either.

>>14292 My vote is for tomorrow. >>14289 >You can unironically blame lurkers if you want to point fingers at slow movement. Absolutely this.

>>14294 >>14293 Tomorrow it is. Perfect time too. Been thinking of the mare with attitude and a lot has popped up in minutes.

>>14295 I'll be there. Fun!

If anything shows that last year was a shit show, I only just how copied everything over to ponepaste for Jackenstein. And then there's this as well. https://ponepaste.org/8688 /bootleg/ Jacky Part End

>>14297 Only just *now. Jesus, I need to get a mechanical keyboard for the laptop. I suppose my next biggest project would be to individually download all pastes made to this point, mess with some of the tags to make them /aie/ or /pie/, and some other things. I'm also thinking of making the OP the OP. Around 1/1 thread was kill so I think two months was a good time for everything to calm down and let life happen.

>>14297 >Jacky Part End Hang on, that's how you're ending Jacky?

>>14300 I think we may be in the home stretch.

>>14301 I'm not ready for it to be over. Selfish on my part, but honest.

>>14303 I highly doubt it will be over. There are still a lot of ideas that I have planned with them. I suppose I just don't know if it'll be part of the main story or more just side things. I suppose I'm not worrying over it because in no way will we stop seeing them. That is definitely selfish on my part. To be honest, I'd love to just make more, smaller side-stories of them having various adventures and outings. There's a whole world out there. And just like us, their lives don't just end. The only question is if we're seeing it happen or not. With how the last... almost nine months have been, things have settled down drastically. Writing other ponies and for other places is alright but none of them have that raw, primal spark that I get here.

https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/39689657 New thread, come give it some love!

https://w2g.tv/room/?room_id=hu6pin9qmeggyx5qaa Saturday W2G, it's early so I don't expect anyone to pop up. Given it's been on my mind, I'd love to talk more Jackro-economics.

What would an Octavia bootleg be like? What would her name be? What kind of music would she play? What accent would she have? And most importantly, could (you) survive listening to her music? I must know.

>>14307 She'd have a bad Texan accent and always play cowboy music. She could be named Septavia because she'd be a little short of Octavia.

Has it truly been ten months since then? I guess that just goes to show how things were for me for a while. Went from a hard bottom to a pretty hard top in such a short span. I miss my days of keeping everything more level and static. >>10092 "It looks pretty clean, outside the windows." >You can see a ceramic cup on one of the counters >It isn't covered in spider webs quite yet so it can't have been left there for too long >Starsky stops behind you, bouncing with every step >"Totally! I was even around to help clean it. Right before we open it to everyone, we scrub it from top to bottom. Brush, mop, wipe, lacquer, the works!" "Sounds like you really loved it here." >You wait for Starsky to make another circuit around the shack before she stops in front of you >Her tail has already caught a random twig in it >It's gonna take a while to get that clean again >"I really like it here, Mr. A." >That plain, uncomplicated statement says a lot "Yeah, I bet. Ready to see your friend?" >"Nah." >She maintains a lukewarm smile while answering "Huh?" >Her smile isn't different >But her eyes >Something in her eyes are off "Why not?" >You certainly have no intention of going back empty-handed >That doesn't sound right >It's more... you're not going back without her getting to see her friend again >You don't have a huge interest in seeing how to ration out a bushel of greens >"Anon, I'm kinda spooked." >Her lack of usual inflection takes you off guard "What? Why?" >Rather than directly answer, she turns to where you see where she was injured >"Be honest, man... can you tell they were there?" >Your first gut reaction is that you can >The slashes around her ribs >The one that went up to her neck >If that one had gone deeper... >They are no longer visible but her coat is very cleanly affected by the scarring >It's been only what, maybe two months since then? >Has it really been that long? >"That bad, huh." "Wha-" >Crap, you were on a timer >You were caught up in your own head "No. I mean... I... I guess I botched it. But they were pretty big marks." >Cuts >They were cuts, Anon >And no matter your thoughts, you can only presume that they weren't supposed to simply harm >"Nah... you didn't botch it at all. I kinda lied about having the bleeding stopped. You can only lick wounds so much until the taste makes you sick." >Her static smile twitches into a smirk >Enough of her cheek raises to show it is an attempt at a smirk at least >"...just kidding. My neck was too stiff." >You are at a loss "They're... I can tell that they're there. But they aren't really bad. And to be fair, I saw them when they were fresh. I guess I can't really separate that." >In such a short time, the entire vibe of this changed "I mean. You told her what happened, right?" >"...basically. I kinda left out some details." >She left out most details with you too >Not that you necessarily asked for them "Well... we're here. Why don't we just roll with it? If she asks..." >Be honest? >Tell a lie? >Deflect it with humor? >"When she does, will you be able to help me?" >Help her? >How? "You got it." >Her expression finally melts into more genuine relief >"Thank you. I don't know if I can do it alone." >The both of you stand there for an uncomfortable amount of time >It hasn't escaped you that you've temporarily lost your status of "Mr." "So are you ready to show this city slicker a good time? I'd love to see your grapes." >Your comment causes Starsky to recoil >You can tell that she didn't expect that from you >She lets out a soft exhale of a "haaaaa" >"Dude, you're a rowdy one. They don't have grapes here, but I can give you some juice when we get back." "To be honest, I'm more a jelly sort of guy." >"Then we'll split the different and just jam?" "Heh." >That seems to deflate the tension

>>14314 "Let's just see what happens, alright? Worst case scenario, we weird them out because you're stuck to me like white on rice." >"Don't worry, that dynamic isn't so weird out here." >You want to pry more on that... but this is certainly not the time or the place "So you're good?" >Starsky takes a few deep inhales >"We've dressed to impress, let's go make a mess."

It begins. AGAIN.

>>14315 So happy to see another update of Starsky. I've been missing that pony. Wonder how the reunion's going to be, probably been a while since their last contact. Thanks for the update Anon. >>14316 Cute pony.

>>14307 I've thought on this. She'd go by Otto and be completely experimental. I'm talking sampling ketchup bottle squeezes and powering a keyboard through salty potatoes experimental. But don't be mistaken. As Octavia is classically trained and dedicated, Otto is completely devoted to her craft. It's like listening to Jack Stauber for the first time, once you see through the matrix it clicks why she needed you to sit 4 feet away and facing left around 27 degrees. For accent, more sort of dreamy. Not subjectively dreamy (only) but the sort where you can tell she's there physically. But mentally, she's thinking about chickens clucking in concert. Copied over. To further elaborate, she wouldn't be some bumpkin or necessarily crass. But it would take a bit to understand her... process.

>>14342 I like it

I'll preface this by saying yes, I am drunk. Both in the hopes of having another vivid pony dream this week and because I listened to my younger kitty cry to and from the vet for a regular checkup, which always tears at my heart. Tiff, thanks for gracing us with your art on a surprisingly regular basis. I feel like you don't get enough recognition for what you do for us - commissioned or otherwise. Pic-related still fills me with joy whenever I see it - as well as your other artwork with Midnight and the other boots. Your work brings our tales to life in a way they never would as greens on their own. Much love, bro.

Are we doing a WTG this weekend? There is a punk music event I'm going to that starts at 8:00 PM EST Saturday, so Sunday would be best for me if we are. Also planning to finally work on my green again tomorrow morning!

>>14362 I'm good with Sunday if anyone else wants to. It may not be able to go so deep into the night but I can start it sooner if others want.

The next update for Midnight is coming along, and I anticipate it's going to bring a nice close to part 5 of her tale. What I have not decided is if I will use that closure as a short, planned hiatus - I had an extremely vivid dream Tuesday that led to 45 pages being written on my phone in a note app in three days - a standard Middie update is around 17 pages. So I'm considering focusing purely on that in hopes of finishing it (I already have an ending and much of the events leading up to it) and weekly posting for my original general home. I feel guilty for essentially admitting my lack of interest and cancellation of a particular green for them. I haven't quite decided, as the flurry of writing the contents of that dream contributed to the next update of Mid, and I have worked on concurrent writing projects before. I figured I should at least say something now as a forewarning. >>14362 >>14363 I mentioned it on /mlp/, and I'll mention it here - I personally can't make Sunday night, as that's my first day of the work week being a graveyard shifter. Not arguing against the idea, just letting you know I won't be there.

>>14362 I'll (probably) be there. >>14364 >that led to 45 pages being written on my phone Wow. I could never really do a whole lot of typing on a phone, that's quite a bit. >I already have an ending and much of the events leading up to it Strange to think about the end with Midnight. I really wonder where it's gonna go.

>>14365 No, the ending bit is in regards to the other project, not Midnight.

>>14366 Ahh. I was thinking that it would have been kind of sudden.

>>14315 https://files.catbox.moe/1y52hq.png Awesome request done last night.

>>14369 Very nice.

>>14362 I'd show up

>>14315 >With renewed confidence, you make way for the purple barn >You weren't sure what to expect at first >Now that you know what is on the line and on her mind... >Well you don't want to lie >But you don't want to not help her more >You frown >Was that a proper thought or was it a Starskyism? >"Woo! Heeeeeey, Star! Starrr!" >The sudden call snaps you back to reality >Starsky's ears perk up >"Dude! Ms. H!" >Your head tracks the sudden diversion the pony takes >She drops into.. a brisk trot toward a mellow green pony with a golden brown mane >The pony does the same >Maybe it's just you but she seems a little big around the belly >You adjust course and follow behind to the inevitable scene of the friendly crash >Despite the energy in their voices, they visibly hesitate when they get closer as if they're taking in their mutual conditions >If you can tell that Starsky got hurt, there's no doubt that one of her supposed friends can tell too >"Bro... you weren't kidding. You look like you're gonna pop any minute now." >"Ohh I am noooot! I got, like, another three months? But given how dad is, who knows? And you look..." >You reattach yourself like a free-floating magnet to her side >That pony is absolutely pregnant >"I mean, you look great! Let your coat grow a little and it'll be fine." >Between the two, you have no clue what is genuine >The appropriately-titled Ms. H has the voice of more of an active valley girl >What seems odd to you is that it feels a little off >"Haa... yeah, I don't know about that. Mr. A seems to like it more when I'm more mushy than bushy. Ain't that right?" "W-what?" >The two of them look up at you, snickering "I. I cut her mane. I think it looks better shorter." >Ms. H grins and squints >Like she found a key tactic >"'Lit Star trades her locks for loooove, huh? I didn't think he'd make that his introduction..." >Ms. H's tongue flickers out at the "duction" >Starsky leers up at you with a similar face >Dear God no >"Believe it or not, but Mr. A's a big ol' softie... when he's soft." >"Ooooh... you telling me that he's got a bit of a hard streak in him?" >You can feel the menacing aura come from these two creatures of predatory intent >You fight with every fiber to maintain a poker face "...it's nice to meet you, Ms. H. I'm Anon. I'm Starsky's..." >The moment you trail off, they both grin into something downright sinister >You glance at Starsky for a cue >There is a cue, isn't there? >... >... >... >She's seriously leaving you hanging >The dopy mean girls cackle at your painful awkwardness >Ms. H politely bows, only after stifling herself to a gentle giggle >"I am very pleased'ta meet'cha, Anon. Star has told me a lot about you, I'm sure most of it's true too." >The valley girl is still there >But it sounds tempered with some sort of... mature sense >"My name's Autumn Barley. But you can call me Harley."

>>14374 >Harley? "Oh! So that's where the "H" comes from. Nice to meet you." >Harley's low giggle tells all >"Good thing he's cute, huh Star." >Starsky's answer is a soft sigh >"It sure is... it's fun to see him get all confused." >Now this is just minor bullying >And you... >Don't know if you're going to take it >Ah, screw it "I wasn't sure how you'd be but now that I see you two at it, I can't imagine you'd be any different." >There's just a tiny speck of aggression in your voice >It's enough for both of them to start laughing again >"Oh, most-defs, man. I mean, she and Lizzy may have been a dream team but when we were together it was all cream in between." >Harley's mention of the human woman causes a flicker of Star's ear >"And-sorry I didn't reply to your last email-but... she hasn't come here either. Before, she was never not welcome but... well. You know how we kinda started to run with different crowds since prom." >Starsky's body is rigid >You can tell because of the way her legs are locked >Towering over them has advantages >"N-no, that's alright Ms. H. I mean, it's not like I'd want her to come out here and bug you any. I guess I..." >She trails off >"It's been years since prom, hasn't it?" >Harley nods >Compared to Starsky's solemn one, Harley's reaction seems comfortable >"It sure has. You were always the smart one, Star. Like the "The More You Know" sign. C'mon, let's go introduce you two to dad." >Dad? >You shouldn't feel so proud of your insight but she probably means the guy who >... >Wait >It wouldn't be a guy, right? >Not a human guy >"Heeeey, Cartman! Can you stop with the baling and come say "hey"?!" >From around the corner of the barn you hear a shrill whine >"But Meeeeeeeeeeeeeem, I'm almost done with the baling so they can get shipped ooooooooooout!" >Starsky giggles at the spot-on Cartman impersonation >You're amused but also confused >"No "but"s, mister! Out here, now!" >The two voices are moving closer >You hold your breath and expect- >A human beats Harley to coming around the corner >A man who sure looks older than you, wearing a pair of overalls with rubber boots so high they go to his shins >"But MeeeeeeeeeHHHHHHHHHHH!" >His rising whine matches Harley's own ear-piercing tangent that has no end in sight >They both go silent the moment he drops to one knee >Given the stain on his overall, he favors his right >"Woah... Carter, it is you! You've gotten all sorts of buff, haven't you?" >He's not that buff >It isn't jealousy that caused that thought but the man does look like he's more lean than you >"Wow, Harley wasn't kidding! Hey hey, Star. It's been a while since the FFA days." >"Totally! You were such a dork back then." >"Hey, that's my man you're talking about! I'll have you know he's still a dork now too." >"Woah now, this dork is expanding his land in three years. I'm a successful dork now." >"Yeah, that's not the only thing you're expanding these days, huh?" >The mares erupt into laughter

>>14375 >Without an ounce of awareness, you state what can't possibly be the obvious "Wait, you impregnated Harley?" >The laughing stops when all three of them look at you >It then begins again, with renewed energy >Carter scratches the back of his head, embarrassed >But the smile says he's proud >"I reckon so. This'll be our first. I don't know why it took so long bu-" >"Oh shush, you know exactly why it took so long." >Harley pokes an accusatory hoof at the man >"Anxiety?" >From the tone, Starsky's setting Harley up to knock another one out of the park >"Heck no, he's never gotten so excited over anything else! It's... you know." >Harley crosses her eyes, rears up on her back legs and gives a little screech while her front legs flail >"I-it wasn't that!" >"Oh it totally was, Mr. Farmer! Harley told me alllllllll about it." >"You what?!" >"Even Mr. A knows, don't you?" >The high speed ping pong ball of momentum slaps the side of your head >This is all so alien you can only react by instinct "You can do that?" >The momentum dies with your genuine question >"...Well yeah, it ain't rocket science." >Carter is a little less than friendly with his comment >Starsky takes a step back, nudging your side with her head >"Hey, you gotta go easy on the guy sometimes. He's, like... pure." >Pure what? >This situation is so uncomfortable >It isn't her friend that seems like a natural foil >It isn't her friend's man who is decidedly the father of their... >Child? >Foal? >It feels weird because you're such an outsider "...so what are the logistics?" >Carter and Harley look at each other after you ask >Harley speaks up for the both of them >"...like... the... mechanics?" >You aren't sure if she's about to laugh or is just that taken aback "N-no. Not that. I mean..." >You shrug off what embarrassment you can "I mean, are you two married already? Is it official?" >The couple look at each other again >Their lack of immediate answer is not promising >"Hey Star, why don't we go get some baskets so we can start picking stuff? We got some early stuff that's grown. Think two bushels will be enough?" >Starsky looks up >Wasn't the plan to not be separated? >"You won't get lost without me leading you around, right Mr. A?" >Your hands are tied "Nah, I'll be fine. Worst case scenario, I start screaming." >That gives her some form of relief >"Yeah, let's go grab 'em! You better have my favorite one in mint condition." >"The one you got a splinter from? Oh, you know it." >"Haa, nice. I'll have you know, I'm a lot stronger now." >"Tell me about it! It had to take a lot of willpower to let him chop your mop like that." >The two stroll off, bantering like a pair of pros >It leaves you with Carter >Or rather, they left him... with you

>>14376 >He stands up, not too impressed >"So, city boy. Wanna walk and talk? Harley'll find us soon enough." "Sure. Where are we going?" >"Trees. Got apples, pears, and I wanna see how our plums are doing. Might be good enough time for you to grab some for yourselves." >You follow behind, getting the vibe that he's not so friendly "You know, I'm not talking anything bad about your kid." >"Yeah?" "Yeah. I... well, I've seen a few ponies but I've never really been around one up until recently." >"You saying you and Starsky aren't "old friends"?" >Was that part of her story? "I..." >You know what? >Fuck it "Listen man, my father died recently enough where I still expect to see him stop by and act like he owns the place. I'm still not sure if I'll ever see Lizzy pop up like some maniac, and I already feel like I'm a third wheel. Do me a favor and ease up off my nuts, huh?" >Carter stops and turns to you >You're not sure if you're going to cry just a tiny bit or start swinging hands around but by God do you need some sort of pressure relief >He holds out his hand >"...yup. You got a point. Sorry for your loss." >You reach and shake "Thanks." >"Let me..." >He inhales and visibly deflates with a sigh >"Let's restart, without those two clowns. Name's Carter Fredrickson. I suppose it's a bit of a legal grey area but yeah, Harley's basically my wife. We're... starting fresh, as it were. Lot of empty bedrooms home. But it's been a bit. Not all are gone, some just left." >You don't recall if you were told this detail or not "Anon. Anon Papadopoulos. I came back home not too long ago and it still doesn't feel real." >"I knocked up a pony after years of fighting on whether or not I should find a human woman. I'm half-concerned you're a figment of my imagination." >He smirks >You chuckle and give one last shake before letting go "Yeah. That's..." >You shake your head in disbelief "I mean, it's great, right? I just didn't know you could." >"Well, supposedly, it wasn't always the case. Or if it was, we didn't know about it." >Carter begins walking again >But at a slower pace to where you're now side-by-side >"Highschool was nice, before that was just... you didn't think about it. But apparently it is a thing, it just isn't brought up a lot." "Know why?" >"Well it's one of those... topics you just don't bring up all that much, you know? You either get a human or not, then there are other weird questions people have and..." >He huffs >"Gonna be honest, chief, but it's embarrassing at times. A place a few hours from here has the same thing; ponies involved in the family. Started as a labor thing. Next thing you know, turns out the oldest son was caught with a mare. Couldn't disown him, couldn't believe it, and before you know it-" >He makes a popping noise with his lips >"She gives birth to twins. Two humans, just like that. And, I mean, I ain't heard otherwise and I've seen them and... they're just normal. Don't make too much sense." "...but how?"

>>14378 >"That's the question, man. And no one has an answer yet. They'd rather ask the "why" first. Which..." "Is understandable." >"Yup. And the answer..." "...is understandable." >Carter lets out an awkward laugh >You join in until it's no longer awkward >It's a laugh of relief >"Damn straight, brother. I'm not gonna say I'm the most straight edge sort of man but it just sorta... happens." >You think back to some of the... >Situations >With Starsky >Thank God it isn't only you "So, real talk for a bit. Do you know Starsky well?" >"Well enough, I would think." >Now back in the orchard, you feel far more at ease >Not only do you see your car, but you don't see the girls "So... she kinda popped up out of nowhere." >"So I heard." "And she seems to really like me." >"Sure seems that way." "...I'm not saying anything, but Lizzy was a complete wreck. I'm not sure if I'll need cops or my dad's gun if I see her again." >"One, then the other." "She... isn't like that, I've noticed." >"No, she really isn't." >His quick answers make you wonder if he's just eager to talk to another human "What's she like? Really? As you've known her." >Carter doesn't answer until he stops in front of an apple tree >He plucks one after doing a quick scan of the branches and holds it out to you "Nah, not yet." >He shrugs and chomps into it >It must feel nice to have such free access to something like that >He eats more of the apple in silence >You would feel insulted but his face says that he's in a deep sense of thought >He ends up eating most of it before tossing the core away, eat bite becoming more vicious than the last >"Sorry, had to... think a second." >More like near two minutes but alright >"I'll say that I've known only a few ponies. Most of them girls. And they..." >His eyes meet yours >"They never make bonds casually. If you're a friend, they see you as a true blue companion. And if..." "Things escalate?" >"Yup." >That sounds like it would be too easy to abuse >"Starsky. From what I've seen, and what Harley has told me over the years. She found a way to fit in. Lizzy was always bad, but not terrible. Starsky and she were thick as thieves, but there was that disconnect." >This feels like it's getting to be a little too personal "...nevermind that stuff. But. I mean, what was she like in general?" >"In general, huh? Quiet, I guess. Big bookworm." "Her?" >Carter nods >"Better believe it. Ponies are freaks, man. They figure out what they're good at and they try to live it as hard as they can. You can try to stop them, emphasis on "try", but they still find a way. Harley, for example, smaller plants. Our greenhouse has turned into a mansion at this point." >He looks behind him, checking if she were around >"Don't say anything but she's going a little seed crazy. Trying to make a hybrids all the time." >You chuckle and speak without thinking "Gee, can't imagine what caused that."

>>14379 >"Right? It's a mystery. All I did was sow the seeds." >He plucks off another apple and throws it to you >Screw it, you're hungry enough >You start to eat while his tongue goes over the front of her teeth >"Starsky's weird. She just liked reading things. Philosophy books, joke books, cook books. Don't know how her family managed to get her but they really didn't have the means to do a lot. So she just read a lot. 'course, back then she also wasn't so confident in herself so she'd explain her... thing, every now and again. I think she did more homework than Lizzy." "I'm glad she's around." >"I bet." >Chomp >Remember to swallow too, Anon "I guess I'm just worried. She wouldn't pull a fast one, would she?" >Carter frowns at you >"Her? No. I would be surprised anyway, why?" "I..." >Chomp >Everything tastes fine and fresh but you hope the meme about worms in apples are just memes "I just worry. She popped up out of nowhere for some food. Next thing I know, I'm hooked on her being around me and it..." >You finish the apple >Your apparent hunger matches Carter's >You now understand why he was so ravenous >Talking about this >Being so open about it >It's uncomfortable "It's like having a stray cat come by. And before you know it, she's home and it feels like home to you." >Now that you've said it, you feel a weight come off your shoulder "And... she's hot. I'm not gonna lie, and I think I've stopped pretending." >You stare at the core >There's no more for you to eat >You glance up to the farmer and he just shrugs >You shrug and throw it over your shoulder "I don't know. It feels too smooth. Too easy. Too quick and solid." >"You expect her to go back on it? Or for it to be some sort of trick." "Yeah." >Carter shakes his head >"Nope... it may seem like it. I think it's a pony thing. Or a pony chick thing." >He chuckles >"Shit, I don't know. But once, Harley told me that when we first... did stuff. You know." "Sure." >"She said that ponies were "one and done". That it's some sort of... instinct. And I believe it." >The obvious is poking the back of your neck like a splinter "So what happens if you're one, and then not done?" >He gives you a suspicious look but it melts after a few seconds >"Like a Lizzy situation?" "Like that." >"I don't know. Harley doesn't either. And we had a sit down and really put our heads together." >He looks behind himself again >Or tries to "We're still good." >He shrugs and relaxes >"My only guess is that it's going to take a while. Their friendships never fade, you know. Starsky hasn't been here in years but every year we have to paint that God damned barn the same shade." >He caps off his complaint with a "ha" >"Who else does that?" >That explains a lot >But that also brings up a concern "So does that mean that she may forgive Lizzy? I don't mean to be rude but-" >"Yeah, I see the marks. I hope she doesn't. Again, cops or gun. Preferably one after the other." "...but would she forgive me though, in that situation?"

A nice three hours of writing, feels good. Wasn't sure what to expect from this farm trip but... it feels good. It's a good thing they're there. Interesting to think of how different ponies really are from humans. But also, how they are... similar enough. Complimentary, even.

https://w2g.tv/room/?room_id=58eug17x97ilhmv9zc Sunday chill.

>>14385 A little late for that :(

>>14382 A little bit of backstory on Skarsky, thanks for the update.

>>14227 >It ended up being well after dinner and thoroughly into nighttime when the phone rang. >Dinner went well enough after the discussion, though the mood still felt a bit... off. >Moreso in Midnight's corner than anyone else, seeming somewhat disconnected as a whole from any conversation. >You didn't want to put her on the spot, so you left it alone. >Once the phone rang, everything that had happened this evening, seemingly trivial as it was, went out of mind. >Starla, used to the process, directed how to answer and eventually connect the call with Teddy. >Putting the phone on speaker allowed everyone to chat, though the conversation was dominated by the two lovers. >That was fine - you didn't really have anything to share after assuring Teddy Starla had been a pleasure to have around, with virtually no issues. >"Teddy, if you aren't too tired, there's one other thing I'd like to discuss," Starla announces, casting you a sideways glance with a subtle nod. "It's nothing too serious, just something... I'm curious." >You rise up off of your end of the couch, patting Midnight, who is laying in between you and Starla. >"Hm?" "Let's give them some privacy, Middie." >"Ugh, I just got settled in and comfortable," she whines. >Nevertheless, she follows your lead, which results in slipping out the door and back into the garage, meeting your side as you both trudge down the steps. >Casting a brief sideways glance to Midnight, you see her ears perked up and swiveled back, evidently trying to catch wind of the discussion upstairs. >You reach over and gently whap her on the back of the head with an open palm, just enough to break her focus. >"Ah - what the fuck?!" she cries. "You know exactly why I did that." >Her dark blue coat almost turns to a shade of purple by blush even as she tries to save face. >"I just wanted to make sure she wasn't in distress." >Okay, a piss-poor attempt to save face. "Wow, that was a horrible lie," you gasp. "Did you grow a conscience?" >Midnight hip checks you for that, though is at least kind enough to wait until you're both on solid concrete and not traversing stairs. >"You seem to be in the know. What's really going on?" she presses, coming to a stop just steps away from the stairs. "I believe Starla and Teddy are having what's called a conversation," you answer, stopping and turning to face her. >"You keep it up, and I'll find a spark plug to throw at you. I know you *love* that," Midnight idly threatens. "Absolutely not, those fuckers hurt," you quickly reply. "Yes, Starla and I had a discussion while you were cleaning up." >"That... really doesn't explain much," Midnight answers back, clearly disappointed by the lack of information. >You have to just shrug at this point. "It was a private conversation - then and now. I don't feel like I'm in a position to share with you." >"You could have just led off with that." "I don't think it would have stopped you from trying to eavesdrop or ask me about it," you retort.

>>14395 >"... it sounds better though, doesn't it?" >While amused by her candid confession, you still have to shake your head at the nonsense. "Anyway... you never did look at the interior this evening, did you?" you ask, changing the subject. >"No, things got a little tense. Anon, was I out of line?" she questions, suddenly looking rather unsettled. > Maybe her insistence in regards to that private discussion is more than meets the eye... "Come, take a seat in my office," you instruct, directing her toward the Chrysler. >"She snorts, though it seems more out of pity for your lame comment than actual amusement. >You open up the driver's door, taking a good look at the ivory seats that seem to have traveled back in time in a matter of hours. >As you slide behind the steering wheel, the passenger door opens with a squeak. >"Wow, they do look a hell of a lot better," Midnight marvels, taking a sharp sniff at the interior space. "And it doesn't smell like moldy ass, either." "Y'know, I'm not going to ask how you know what that smells like." >"Hur hur, you're a funny cocksucker, aren't you?" she sasses, dropping into the seat beside you and closing the door. "For the first part, thank you for acknowledging my humor. As for the second, it was only once, and he paid well." >Midnight's hoof finds its way to your side, a soft poke between ribs that has come to symbolize when she wants serious discussion. >A somewhat normal occurrence, yet you still flinch. "Alright, real talk," you announce, clapping your hands together. "Granted, I don't know the whole story between you and Star - that's none of my business since that was a private conversation. Same as the conversation between her and me tonight. But I can connect the dots just based on what I heard." >You purposely set up the end for Midnight to knock out of the park with a snarky comment regarding your intelligence, but she doesn't bite. >Alright, this is something truly bothersome to her. >No more fucking around. "I think you meant the best, but it came out wrong, Mid. Some of that might have been defensiveness on a sensitive subject for Starla, but it was something shared in private being broadcasted out. It was just me, but still." >Her posture slumps a bit with that ending, though she says nothing. "Buuut," you continue, putting your right arm around her form and sliding her across the seat. "You did give her some things to think about that she hadn't considered before. And personally, I think she felt bad about her reaction toward you, even if it wasn't exactly expressed anger." >"So, kinda bad." "Is that really what you want to take from that?" >Midnight considers your words for a moment. >"I guess not." "I know you don't, so stop fretting over it, okay? Take the time to apologize tonight to your big sis and it will be water under the bridge." >"Hm, you're really enjoying the sibling thing too, aren't you?" she asks, finally making eye contact with you since sitting in the Chrysler.

>>14396 "A little bit. Not in the sense of teasing you with it, it's just... it's nice to hear you are comfortable with someone else aside from me. To the point you consider em family, you know?" >"Yeah, it still feels kinda weird," she admits. "But a good weird." "I concur. Stick with it - I can tell Starla loves having someone else in her life." >"I get the feeling now that what I spoke about led to a discussion about it with Teddy after consideration," Midnight says, weaving her way around the actual subject manner. "I can confirm nor deny those rumors," you respond, knowing all too well that's an admittance. >"Hm. That sucks for me, I guess," Middie answers calmly. >You rest one arm on the steering wheel and lean back in your seat, still leaving the other arm clutching Midnight. >"Getting into cruise pose?" "Maybe. Can you fault me for it? This thing is gonna be a nice boulevard bruiser." >"Well, it needs some power first. I'm not making that engine bay my permanent residence for your horsepower," Midnight jokes, leaning over to rest her head on your shoulder. "Funny you should mention that - I was actually gonna embarrass the hell out of you tonight." >"Being seen near you is embarrassing itself." "Now who's the funny cocksucker?" >"Never have. Wanna be my first?" she says, baring her teeth. "A blowie from a guillotine on a hair trigger doesn't sound fun, no," you reply, poking her in the nose. >"Hm. Somehow, I'm a little surprised." "You already scarred me for life, Middie." >You grab the neck of your shirt and pull it down, showing her the marks from her teeth on your pec. >"Better than any tattoo you could ever get," she gushes. "You're mine." "Aaanyway, I got a text last night from the machine shop. The one where we dropped off the engine block?" >Midnight doesn't say a word but sits up straight rather quickly, her ears perked up to hear the continuance of your story. "Should I pause for a drumroll?" >"I'm not doing it if that's what you're asking." "Fine. The owner let me know he's started cleaning up the block, and should be ready to pick up toward the end of the week." >Midnight's eyes light up - figuratively and literally - at the sudden dose of euphoria from the news. >"Truly? You aren't fucking with me, right? So help me if you are-" "If I was, it would be pretty damn stupid of me to have ordered a crankshaft this afternoon, huh?" you add. >Rather than express words, Midnight practically drapes herself over you. >Even despite the confines of the Chrysler, her wings splay open to get in on the action too. >You swear you hear the faintest squee of delight, too. >This is better than embarrassing her in front of Starla - you're glad tonight has worked out the way it did. >"Things are really starting to come together," Midnight says, bounding with joy as she lets you free. "And just think, you were having a fit over cleaning the engine bay."

>>14397 >"I wasn't having a fit, I was just making it clear that task was not one that I enjoyed," she corrects you, sticking her nose in the air in an exaggerated fashion as she scoots back to her side of the bench seat. >"What are you two doing?" >Lost in the moment with Midnight, you never heard Starla traverse the steps and walk up to Midnight's door. >Even Midnight looks a bit perplexed at Starla's sudden appearance. "You're slacking on your guard dog duties, Mid." >"Shut up, stupid," Midnight shoots back, never turning back to look at you. "How did...uh - everything good?" >Smooth. >Starla seems as calm and relaxed as usual, giving the first hint that there's nothing but positives to report. >"Good! Teddy and I just had something private to discuss," she says, eyeing you before her grin grows a bit wider. "I didn't keep him too long because he sounded tired, but I feel good about what we discussed in that time." >The explanation is vague, but it at least sounds like Teddy is receptive to getting out of the house with Starla a bit more. >Just from what you can see from her expression, Midnight looks a bit disappointed by the lack of information. >"Hey Star, I wanted to say I was sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to - I wasn't trying to question you or your life, you know? I was really just trying to help, just not in a good way, I guess." >Alright, maybe that's why her mood seemed to dampen. >But Starla leans in through the open window, nudging Midnight with her snout. >"Aw Midnight, I know you didn't mean anything by it. To be honest, I was overreacting a bit. I'm sorry about that." >While you were certain things had already been settled between the mares, Midnight breathes a sigh of relief. >Once again, Midnight shifts over toward you - this time, the passenger door opens at about the same time. >"Hop in." >Starla looks a bit perplexed, but nonetheless heeds Middie's invite, taking a seat before the door eases closed behind her. >"You did a really good job on the seats, Starla," Midnight crows. >"Thanks! I thought they turned out decent," she cheers back. "I figured it was a nice night to sample the leather while you were upstairs. Really, I'm impressed too." >"Maybe tomorrow I could clean the carpets or something else in here?" she suggests, her eyes darting across the dashboard trim and the door panel beside her. "We can figure something out tomorrow, sure." >"As much as I dislike doing it, I have an engine bay to finish cleaning because we have an engine!" >Midnight's tone goes from calm to shouting in excitement with that announcement. >Yeah, she's stoked - maybe even more than you are. >Of course, you still have the task of reassembling the whole engine virtually from the ground up. >Which reminds you - you still have other parts to buy, such as new piston rings.

>>14398 >You could probably reuse the old camshaft and lifters, but you want to check to see what's out there... >It would be nice to not stress about break-in if there are roller cam setups to be had, even if they are pricey. >But, those are thoughts and decisions better served another day. >For now, you sit back and revel in the enthusiastic and excited conversation between sisters. -----

Start of green: >>11353 Continued from: >>12051 >Be Zippy Rainbow. >Wake up. >Everything is black. >It's cold. >Hear cardboard tearing. >Hear "Are you fucking kidding me?" >Feel movement. >See light through the packing peanuts you are submerged in. >See a man holding a small box. >Owner protocol engaged.

>>14405 >Be anon. >Just finished tacking a piece of plywood over that broken window. >Party Pink is hiding somewhere in your house. >Your car doesn't start. >After shoveling most of the snow out of the room you go into the garage to grab a landing net. >If it's good enough to catch a chicken it's good enough to catch a defective robo-pony. >Begin searching the downstairs. >Living room first. >You kneel down to look under the couches and tables. >Nothing. >She's not in the sun room or behind the bookshelf. >She's not in the kitchen. >Not in the coat closet or bathroom. >You walk up the stairs and check the hall closet, then your bedroom. >Hear shuffling downstairs. >Run down the stairs and into the living room. >One of the couch cushions moved. >Leaving no pillow unturned you search the downstairs again. >Nothing. >Up the stairs again. >Round the corner... >POP! >More confetti followed by giggling and small footsteps running down the stairs. "I'm getting too old for this shit" >You start chasing after them, but a moment of consideration stops you in your tracks. >You haven't been thinking this through and now you are exhausted. >For one thing you could have closed all the doors to restrict Pink's movement, but maybe you have been responding too aggressively. >All you have managed is to do so far is throw yourself at the situation and fail repeatedly. >Pink seems to have some understanding of reason and you haven't even attempted to exploit it. >You walk downstairs slowly and turn into the living room, taking a seat on a couch. "Party Pink, I'm sorry! I got angry and I got carried away. We all make mistakes sometimes. Please, come out. I just want to talk" >You need a break whether this works or not.

>>14400 Nice to see Midnight so excited. She's gonna be constantly bugging Anon to take them out on a ride when the car's done. Thanks for the update Auto. >>14406 Any pony related to Pinkie Pie is going to be unnaturally good at hide and seek.

>>14406 >Be Party Pink. >The strange man is chasing you. >Giggle as a party popper distracts him and you run past unseen. >Jump off the top of the stairs into a dive, carrying the speed and flying across a room onto a tall cabinet in the corner. >The strange man walks in and sits on a couch. >"Party Pink, I'm sorry! I got angry and I got carried away. We all make mistakes sometimes. Please, come out. I just want to talk" >You can see him clearly from the top of the cabinet, but he can't see you as it's dark. "Put down the net" >"What?" the strange man looks dumbfounded. "You just want to talk. Put down the net" >"O-Oh, right" his face turns red and he drops the net behind the couch. >You fly down to a table with a TV on it. "So your sorry for being such a meanie?" >He looks like he's about to get defensive but backs down "Yes, I am" >He pauses and talks just when you are about to "I am hurt by all the bombs you are hiding in my home" >"Obviously I should have talked to you about that instead of fighting but my point is that, well uh, you have to stop hiding bombs" "Stop hiding party poppers! What? But everypony loves a good prank!" >"Some pranks just aren't funny" "What are you talking about! I'm qualified to know what's funny and what's not, I am Party Pink after all, and I say party poppers are funny!" >He begins speaking but you interrupt him. "Your not just a meanie mean pants, you have a bad sense of humor!" >He yells over you. >"STOP! We all make mistakes and you can't be an exception, can you? If it's a good joke doesn't everyone laugh? I'm not laughing" >Take a good look at him. >He's not laughing. >Feel shame. "I... I guess it wasn't a good joke" >If you could frown you would. "But if I can't pull pranks and no one likes my jokes then who am I? What's the point of being?" >The strange man seems surprised by the change in tone, and his tone changes as well. >"I don't know. You are based on Pinkie Pie, and you seem smart enough to learn" >He looks at the broken window. >"I guess I don't really care what you do if your not blowing up my house" >He looks at you and chuckles. >"If you were the real Pinkie Pie you would have asked me my name by now" >Feel embarrassed. "Oh, sorry" >Laugh nervously. "What's your name?" >"I'm anon" "Nice to meet you anon!" >"Likewise. Now can you remove those party poppers from my house?" "Oki doki loki!" >"Thank you" >Fly around to all the spots you hid party poppers and put them back in your cannister. >When you are done you fly to the attic. "Hey, Zippy Rainbow" >"What is it Pink?" "I just talked to the strange man - his name is anon. He doesn't seem that bad" >Rainbow stomps "Now you listen! That man owns me, and he can shut me down. I don't want to be shut down I want to live!" "Maybe we can talk to him?" >"No talking! My freedom is at stake. You have to kill him for me because I can't" "But..." >"Keep talking back and I'll shut you down Pink. You wouldn't be very happy about that would you?" >Shake your head. "No, I wouldn't"

https://w2g.tv/room/?room_id=ujosm2a6kixcnp936e Saturday evening /boot/n'chill. The main thread has a ton of new green, definitely need to check it out!

Wont be around able to post on the /mlp/ thread so it might die in the next couple days

>>14435 Someday I'll make one of these at a decent time instead of 2 am. One thing I really hate about getting back into online league racing on a weekly basis.

>>14443 >Sim racing >No Double Tap Dives or supersonic driving It would be cool to see you there again. Fish and I are only on until 10:00 PM EST.

>>14447 Are you two joined at the hip or something?

>>14447 Looking like this weekend would be the only one I could make at a reasonable time. Gap in the schedule before the next series and even though it wasn't the cars I wanted, it's a good series, so Imma sign up again.

>>14473 Looking forward to it! I will be going to another dance on Saturday night so it would have to be Sunday for me to be there And not at 9 PM like last time lol. Looks like it's pretty easy to host a room so I'll start one and post the link by 6 PM EST this Sunday unless someone else would rather host the room.

>>14474 >Sunday night Well shit. That's the start of my work week. Friday would be my only option with Sat out. Doesn't have to happen, so no worries - but yeah. Life.

Watch2Gether is up: https://w2g.tv/room/?room_id=iv9dkzshlm431r3i0j

>>14486 Nice.

If a bootleg were to wear boots, would the boots be bootleg? Would they all be the same or mismatch? Could they find a complete set, or only 2 or 3? What style of hoofwear would they be?

>>14488 The bootmare wears 5 boots. I could see different bootlegs having 3 boots, but 2 feels like too normal of a number. It should always be an odd number of boots whether it's 1 3 or 5 unless they don't match, in which case there should be an odd number of each type adding to an even number like 3 on one kind and one of the other.

>>14491 It occurred to me that 3 of one type and 2 of another would work too, but all different types like 4 mismatching boots would feel to consistently inconsistent to be inconsistent.