It's Moon-day, time to praise our best princess.
Next full moon: tomorrow, 27th.
Best Pone? I think so
I wonder if we all got to the promissed land.. would we fight for her or would we end as the biggest human battallion on equestria?
It truly is a beautiful moon-day, and I see some kind of Circle glowing from the moon... just, beautiful.
My phone sucks so no pictures, but it looked like huge speaker.
Keep it alive guys, I'll go see dreams. Maybe even lucid.
>tfw you'll never see her eyes water when you propose
>tfw you'll never hear say yes
>tfw you'll never feel her lips press against yours
Why even live?
We had, but history repears itself
I think the best in this case is platonnic love. She is an immortal ponification of night itself, we are just star dust. If, by any means we are worthy tho...
We all might go to a version. Where she was waiting for us perhamps... would be cool to see other humans too, as long people dont start beating each other, seriously,
Also, hi sunnybro
are you /fit/ yet?
I remember when we all used to shitpost on each othet thread, now we help them be bumped.
U U U U
Hello /moon/. I got really drunk last summer and wrote something incredibly stupid. I just found again sorting through my folders. After doing a few edits and adding some links, I am prepared to post it here and receive the full brunt of your hatred.
>Princess Luna moped like the emo bitch horse she was, head hung low and dragging along the forest floor of the Everfree.
>Songbirds twittered in air, flying joyously in the rays of the sun that shone upon them like a mother’s own smile upon her playful children.
>Luna found no warmth here.
>“No one will ever like us... We art always going to be either useless or Nightmare Moon to the world…”
>Coming the other direction, Tyler the Creator in full swagger was rapping his way across the forest floor. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoIDRG7AFRA)
“Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang. I’m not bipolar see, I’m just known by those couple names. I wanna tell my pops but shit, he’ll probably say the same…”
>He wore a bright, teal t-shirt and a pair of shorts in a black and white checkerboard pattern.
>His green snapback sported GOLF in prominent white stitching, all a stark contrast to the gloomy greys, thick blues and dark greens of the forest.
>Seemingly from nowhere, a beat accompanied him.
>Luna perked up at the sound, spotting Tyler a few feet away.
>Curious, she tilted her head and flicked an ear, asking,
>”Art thou finding thyself in a slump as well, strange creature? What ails you?”
>A pause, the beat stopped and Tyler looked up at Princess Luna, his eyes half lidded and his mouth slightly agape.
>Suddenly, the beat picked up again and Tyler answered:
“Hated by everyone that’s the way it seems. I don’t know what’s shorter, his damn temper or my self-esteem.”
>Luna nodded slow and grim, understanding.
>”I can relate. There are few who like me. Only one in fact, my sister, and even her patience seems to be waning.”
>Tyler stared back at her a moment before he walked over to the side of the road and took a seat on a rock.
>Motioning for Luna to sit by him, a new beat kicked up and Tyler rapped away. (https://youtu.be/uzrRKMuEhFk?t=71)
“I’m a down to earth nigga with intentions, that’s right. And you’ll be down to earth quicker if you diss me tonight. But I’ll be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight.”
>Confused, Princess Luna peered up at the sky.
>It wasn’t even close to night yet.
>Shrugging it off, she obliged, pulling up a patch of moss beside Tyler and responding,
>”We promise that we shalt not make fun of you or insult you. Perhaps we could converse about each other’s problems? First though, we must ask, what art thou? Thou art the first of thine kind that we hath ever laid eyes on.”
“Bitch I’m Tyler the Creature.”
>Luna drew her head back and flopped her ears down, obviously offended.
>”PARDON!? Was it not thou that asked NOT to be ‘dissed’ mere moments past? And just where is that music coming from? Art thou responsible?”
>Tyler exploded, shouting right over Luna when he answered (https://youtu.be/KuHEzRIv9i8?t=221),
“I’m not even human! I’m a body shaped demon!”
>”You’re a demon!?”
“WITH SOME SEMEN IN MY SACK! AND SOME PROBLEMS IN THE BACK!
>”Thou informed me that thou were plagued by issues but-“
>Tyler reached behind his back and pulled out a glock as he continued.
“AND A LIFE THAT’S FILLED WITH CRAP! AND A FINGER FILLED WITH HATE! AND A GAT THAT’S FILLED WITH LOVE!”
>As if to demonstrate just how filled his gat was, Tyler fired off a shot, killing a squirrel and eliciting a gasp from Luna at the blatant violence. Then he pointed the gun to his own head while Luna watched in shock.
“NOW THAT OPPOSITES ATTRACT, I CAN FINALLY BE ONE!”
>Luna took the gun away, popping it out of existence with her magic.
>She turned Tyler around to face her, pushing her hooves into his shoulders and staring into his eyes.
>”Thine name... Thou said thine name was Tyler, correct? Listen Tyler, thou art worth something. Thou shalt NOT kill thyself. Thou SHOULD not kill thyself!”
>Tyler just stared dumbly at Luna as she pulled him closer and continued.
>”There must be something more to thou, something that makes thine life truly valuable!”
>Luna was almost frantic now, her eyes flicking about Tyler the Creator’s face, looking for a reaction.
>For a moment, nothing happened.
>Tyler stared and stared, Luna became more and more worried.
>Tyler grinned ear to ear and pushed Princess Luna away.
“I just do ignorant hood rat shit with me and my niggas in the fucking mall. Odd Future Wolf Gang.”
>He stood up, Luna just stared dumbfounded as Tyler gave her the finger all the while Jasper the Fucking Dolphin and the rest of the OF crew swaggered out of the woods behind him.
>”Niggas at the fucking mall, niggas wear my fucking drawers. Think I’m happy? Think I’m sad? Bitch you fucking know my dad.”
“We have not even met-“
>Jasper pulled his jeans up tight into a wedgie and shoved his crotch into Luna’s muzzle, still rapping.
>”He wears his pants up in his ass, touch his ass, grab his dick-“
>”Get your privates out of our face!”
>”YOU’S A FAG! YOU LIKE THAT SHIT! OF IS THE FUCKING CLIQUE.”
>Finally, Luna got Jasper’s crotch away, only for Tyler to slap her and push her to the ground.
>”Growing off the top of the grain. Nigga I don’t know how to rap but I’m in the game.”
>Princess Luna cowered in fear, holding a hoof up to her sore cheek.
>”FUCK THAT SHIT! I don’t give a fuck.”
>Jasper the Fucking Dolphin squatted down in front of Luna, rapping terribly while the Wolf Gang got to doing copious amounts of illegal drugs and setting shit on fire behind him.
>”I’m back up in the fucking club, niggas know I’m at the bar. Eatin’ chips with my drawers. How you doin’? How you fall?”
>Luna was full on crying now, trying to hide her face and curl up into a ball, but Earl Sweatshirt gave Luna a swift kick to the gut and pulled her up onto her hooves.
>”Why a-are you all *sniff* doing this?”
>Earl just flicked some blunt ashes into her face as the OF crew gathered round to shove Princess Luna to and fro while Tyler screamed swag in her face, interspersed with the whole group exclaiming:
>”LUNA PERM YO FUCKING WEAVE!”
>This went on for just three minutes, but it would be the longest three minutes of Luna’s life. Once the song had ended, everyone left but Taco.
>Taco walked up to the battered and beaten Princess Luna, listening to her sobs as he unzipped his pants.
>Taking plenty of time, Taco urinated on Luna, watching her shiver and try weakly to crawl out of the way.
>Once he had finished, Taco zipped up and punched Princess Luna in the face.
>”IMMA KILL YOU AND THAT FUCKING BABY. BITCH.”
That is all.
Not even moonfags deserve this.
I'm still not sorry. Fuck you also, namefag.
you should be really fucking sorry.
Eh, I just wanted to get that thing posted, didn't expect this level of samefaggotry(?) in response:
>Inb4 lol ur just mad peple r sayin ur stori is shat
I never went in with the intent to shit up the thread, I wanted to have some fun and see what people thought of this really stupid green I wrote.
So, if the thread has seriously been shitted up beyond repair, I am somewhat sorry. Just a little sorry. I would have tiny teaspoon of sorry for you. (Not really though)
You misunderstand friend, you wrote a some green and posted it. There's nothing wrong with that, some may like, and you're going to have to learn like so many writefags before have that many won't.
You didn't shit up the thread, but the sense overall right now is that this place is going in the same direction that /sun/ was just two or three months ago.
Then again that's just my opinion.
Loki please come back, we need you more than ever!
I never expected people to like it and I never wrote it with the intent to make something that people would like.
I never really understood that sentiment of a thread being "shit". Sometimes people have nothing to say, other times there's plenty. Sometimes a retard like me comes in and posts something dumb, then it catches the eye of another dummy and he does a quick few posts to get his laughs. Sometimes a thread can have an incredibly level of clarity yet complexity that makes it a genuine and flawless jewel of intelligent discussion. It can offer such a pure and perfect focal point of knowledge with with to iniate an in depth deconstruction of a particular subject.
If it's shit, I write in piss. If it's gold I'll write in silver. A canvas of ideas all of it's own, mine and yours to paint on.
Never did. Added the links to make it worse, also because I figured no one here actually listened to thse fags so they wouldn't get the dialogue. Don't know who dwk is, haven't been on /moon/ in years and even then I hardly lurked, just downloaded pics of moonbottom.
This post is really long.
I just can't even... what.
I was still laughing hysterically at whatever the fuck you wrote. This is pants-on-head-retarded tier.
Whoa dude, don't put this on me
>just some druggie
I prefer the term "pharmaceutical connoisseur"
Also, guys, I know it's been six months, but believe me, I'm working on the green every day, it's just taking so long because there's so much to do, and
my job has been hell lately
It's coming soon, I promise
>Princess Luna moped like the emo bitch horse she was
And so it begins.
>Coming the other direction, Tyler the Creator in full swagger was rapping his way across the forest floor.
What. The. Fuck.
And the rest. Just... holy shit. I refuse to believe that you didn't try to make this as shitty as you could. It's such a perfect storm of drunktarded 'hey dude what if' ideas and general retardation. Were you also on shrooms when you wrote this??? I can tell you at least have a decent grasp on writing, but the subject and execution is just so out of left field. I don't have an approriate reaction image for this.
The night time is the right time
Night is in full swing here in my neck of the woods
(Cali)and I am feeling pretty damn good. How are you moon jammersdoing? This thread is young, yet it's already been eventful, and while I love maintaining /moon/'s chill atmosphere, I don't mind if things get weird once in a while.
Are you guys planning anything for Nightmare Night? Will you go gallivanting about in pursuit of candy? Maybe find a party and get blasted? Or will it be a quiet evening in with your waifu, just playing games or listening to music as the cool air and spooky ambience drift through your open window?
Nothing special plans, maybe little party with friends
>Added the links to make it worse
I will find you,
By the way, it seems you had write something before, isn't it?
Also, why you decided to check on /moon/ just now?. Anyways, welcome to the thread
No drugs, please.
Give me the drugs, darling
Take your time, it's not like we're getting old or anything.
No, but really, there's no rush.
I've written before yeah. What I wrote was Luna related and well, not really related at all to any of the other threads on the board, so I figured it would be best to post it here.
Thanks for the welcome.
So here's something that popped into my head, let me know what you all think.
>TV powered by magic, check.
>All that was missing was a certain blue maned princess, who was now… 5 minutes late if the clock on the wall was accurate.
>Maybe a little context is in order.
>Somehow when you got transported to this crazy friendship and rainbow filled world your apartment came along for the ride.
>Thank god for that, otherwise you would have had a fun time trying to find new stuff.
>Upon your arrival several things in a quick succession.
>First mass panic.
>Which led to six ponies trying to blast you with magic, and then said magic only managing to give you some really bad gas.
>Several religions based on worshipping bipedals sprang up, weirdly all being led by a mint green pony.
>But they went away just as quickly as they appeared.
>Then the two Princesses that ran the place granted you asylum.
>By sheer happenstance however the younger of the two happened to catch you watching a movie one day on your tablet and just like that she was hooked.
>Heck she even got several of the unicorns from Celestia’s school for the gifted to make a power source for your entertainment center.
>So here you were, waiting on dark blue to show so you could watch a movie together.
>Wonder which dvd she’d pick this week?
>let me know what you all think.
Ok, so I'm going to take a stab in the dark here and say you all like the concept. So what movies should they watch together?
>She was late by a half hour.
>Apparently some guard named Flash decided to get frisky with some ambassadors daughter.
>He was being currently being treated for a severe testicle torsion.
>You should feel bad for him, but you don’t.
>You met him once, he was a douche.
>Maybe you should send a thank you basket to the ambassador?
>”We have chosen this one.”
>Encased in Luna’s magic was “Kung Pow: Enter the Fist”
“Ok, pop it in.”
>No sooner was the disc in the player did Luna leap on the couch right beside you.
>”We have high hopes for this one.”
>”The picture shows a human fighting a bovine, this should be most entertaining.”
>And so you both sat there side by side enjoying the movie.
>With the occasional question from Luna.
>”Why is that male human named Betty?”
>”Why does he have another mouth on his tongue?”
>As the movie continued the questions kept coming.
>Just like with every other movie you both watched together.
>Once the credits started rolling Luna jumped down and proceeded to stretch much like a cat would.
>”That was an enjoyable film, well then Anonymous same time next week?”
“Yup, see you then.”
>A quick wave and she was gone.
>Wonder what you’ll end up watching next week.
>"..What do you get, when you cross an owl, with a bungie cord?"
Man, why do you guys have so much fun here.
Oh yeah, it's full moon and cloudless sky. And I have beer. What else man needs?
Ofc our lovely princess
To be perfectly honest... While I still like Luna, I think she's got LOADS of issues. I can't look at her the same way following the Magical Sheep episode. It would have been one thing if theTantibus was, I don't know... a fragment of Nightmare Moon, a byproduct of her own nightmares, or SOMETHING... but since she DELIBERATELY created something as dangerous as that to fuel her guilt complex.
Nevermind that Twilight and company literally blasted the evil out of her.
Nevermind that her OWN FREAKING SISTER forgave her the first time she saw her in 1000 years.
NEVERMIND THAT THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF EQUESTRIA COULDN'T CARE LESS ABOUT SOME SHIT SHE DID WHILE UNDER THE INFLUENCE A MILLENNIUM AGO.
She just couldn't let it go. The only one who couldn't forgive her was herself, and it was handled so fucking POORLY.
I love Moonbutt. Really, I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't get so worked up over this. If I didn't, I wouldn't feel such an overwhelming urge to slap the stupid out of her, because Jesus fucking CHRIST she needs it.
Luna, honey, you're the best Moon Horse, but man, you have issues.
At least she finally confronted her issue by the end of that episode. That's well above most characters with "issues" where it's more of a trait than a personal problem to deal with as a catalyst to change for the better.
Yeah, it was poorly made episode. I'm not sure if shee needs that shit to remind her what she did, because ponies are afraid of her. Kinda.
Unless you've ever done something so heinous that you hate yourself for the rest of your life and can never forgive yourself, even if everyone around you does, you'll never understand that episode.
Oh no, I can understand, I just don't like it.
I mean, she deliberately created a malevolent magical entity for the purpose of self-inflicted punishment and guilt; a metaphysical reminder to her of her sins... which placed AN ENTIRE TOWN OF PONIES IN DANGER because she couldn't forgive herself.
She CONSCIOUSLY created that thing. The creation of the Tantibus was a deliberate act on Luna's part, and look what happened. Again, if it was something she made unintentionally, or if it was a fragment of whatever made her into nightmare Moon that was doing all of that, the message would have come across better, but it all gets tossed to the wayside when you realize that what is effectively Luna's guilt complex PUT PONYVILLE IN JEOPARDY.
It is such an irresponsible, shortsighted, and utterly RETARDED use of her phenomenal cosmic powers that it completely baffles me.
>which placed AN ENTIRE TOWN OF PONIES IN DANGER
She had no clue it was going to do that. She just knew it had suddenly disappeared, then panicked when she found out it was messing with other pones. Her whole speech to the mane 6 is filled with "it must have," "It could," "It might." To her, she was creating something private, to keep herself at the appropriate level of miserable, because, hey, she's been miserable for so long, she probably forgot how to handle being consistently happy. It also reinforces the vibe I had in Luna Eclipsed that she has almost deity level magical abilities, and no real idea on how to appropriately USE them.
Which I always thought was fucking adorable.Messing with the environment emphasize a point and breathing life into toys to win at a game seem completely reasonable to her. It's not THAT much of a stretch to jump to 'creating something to torment her that runs on guilt, so she'll know she's in trouble when it stops working,' is it?
>inb4 we are going to deep.
Oh, we discussed about this before, and some of us like to think that she did this thing without being noticedm
or because she's into kinky bondage
Back to the topic: it was 1000 years anon, like... i wan't you to think about it, think about 1000 years, 12000 months, approximately 365000 days alone, ALONE anon, do you understand that?!
1000 years vanished and consumed by hate, and after so many years, only a few could save her.
Would you give soft cuddles to an old and weary horse?
I'd like to point out that Luna had no one to talk to about her guilt, not even herself. She couldn't talk to her sister as busy as they both are she wouldn't have wanted to both Celestia with it, especially after Celestia spent 1000 years of blood, sweat, and tears building an empire and watching countless friends and loved ones die. Anyone she ever knew was long gone, and she couldn't internalize it because she spent 1000 years as nightmare moon. Its only natural she'd turn to her powers the one thing she had control over and was familiar with, close to.
I never understood some artist's desire to vandalise their own work with an extremely noticeable signature or URL
>Wanting the show to be more like the comics in any way.
>Thinking Darth Tantabus can be consistently happy.
That comic was horrible, the others with actual Luna have been enjoyable.
I don't think its from a comic. But I don't follow them enough to know, or did you mean the picture I posted.
I want to spend halloween with nightmare moon by the fire as she tells me stories
>"Dear... it's heart and hooves day..."
>You are Anon
>And you peaceful reading hour had just been interrupted by a certain blue princess
>"Don't you want to do something... special?"
>You look over your shoulder at the blue pony, who has now wrapped her forehooves around your neck
"Well, I suppose... What do you want to do Luna?"
>"Well... I was thinking we could try a little bit of bondage..."
>Luna blushes a deep shade of red
>"I've seen some of your dreams..."
"Oh you have?"
"Well, since we aren't doing anything right now... why don't we just... get started?"
>Luna blushes an even deeper shade of red
>"Right-right now? But I need to shower and-"
>You cut her off
"It's all good, my dear. We'll be hot and messy anyways."
>"ohhh... I like that..."
>After several heated make-out sessions and after you've stripped down to your boxers, you tie up your naughty little princess
>As you pick up a gag, Luna squirms a little to get comfortable, and looks up at you
>"Do whatever you want, and be as rough as you wan-MMMmmmM!"
>You gag her before she can finish
>And then you proceed to redress yourself and go back to reading
>Stupid horse, interrupting your reading hour
>That'll teach her
I want to have Conceptual Sex in the Mercenary Position with Muckymare Moon.
...and 'Missionary Position' means paying her for sex.
Fun for all
Sneak up behind and cup your balls
Are you scared?
Moony's horny, best beware
Every year on this most auspicious of occasions, Luna vents her sexual frustration by assuming the from of Nightmare Moon and sneaking around Equestria perpetrating lewd
but mostly harmlessmischief. You may get a trick, but the lucky ones get a treat.
Oh hey, you saved that with my filename, neat.
Those are for contrast anon, the rest is monochrome, stop nit picking and enjoy best horse.
She sure has a funny way of eating ice cream.
Well friends CISA passed. I pray some day I'll get to go to a place where if the ruling body is totally corrupt at least I'll get to sleep with a really attractive member of it.
It's okay, Luna will always be real
in my heart
>implying the government hasn't already received personal data from private companies before CISA
Yes, but he sold his soul and has to pay the price by hard labor: a few years in law school.
I'm not sure if anyone every played it but this picture reminds me of Sword of the Stars, the Liir elders would grow so large that they had the subsurviant Liir build them a suit to survive it space. Of course the Suul'ka became a problem later when they became mad with age but whatever.
Doubt anyone knows what I'm taking about
Hivers best race
>You've set up your MP3 player to a portable speaker on top of Luna's dresser, ready to show her the magic of your music and your technology.
>The choices in your music selection varied far and wide, so if Luna didn't like what she was hearing, there were several hundred more songs to skip to.
>"Proceed when ready, Anonymous. I am eager to see this device in action!"
>Turning on the MP3 player, you set it to shuffle and let it do its thing.
>At first, Luna is in awe at the device's ability to transmit sound through such a tiny piece of hardware, her jaw slightly agape and her eyes wide.
>Then, the quick drum beats of the song immediately catch Luna's attention, and she's slightly bobbing her head with a smile.
>"Fast paced and energetic. I like it. Pray tell, how does it work?"
"Don't ask me, Moonbutt. I'm no tech expert."
>She hums, then waves her hoof at the device. "Another song, please. I'd like to hear it play more then one song."
"You got it."
>You skip to the end of the current song, then let the player pick the next one.
>Wow, what a contrast.
>The princess hums, a sad tone prevalent in her voice.
>"Very somber, slow, and almost like a lullaby. An interesting mix, to say the least."
>She closes her eyes and listens as the song plays its sad tune.
>"I'm not saying that...I felt like you cared..."
>"Play another song, please," she said shakily, her eyes opened and slightly wet.
>Seeing as this song was almost bringing her to tears, you quickly skip to the end of the song and wait for the next one to play.
>Moonbutt shakes her head and snaps out of her funk, returning to her normal self.
>She smiles once again.
>"Not quite as energetic as the first, but it certainly sounds passionate."
>While you couldn't understand the foreign lyrics, the music itself was enough to get you to like the song.
>The brass instruments blaring mixed with the guitar that sounded like it came from a surfing movie was unlike anything you'd heard before.
>Well, before this song, at least.
>Luna nodded, then motioned for the next song to play.
>As with the last songs, you skipped to the end of this one and let the next play.
>No reliving that.
>Luna listened, then cocked her head to the side.
>"This doesn't sound too much like a song, Anonymous."
"Ahhh, don't be like that. Too little faith, moonhorse."
>"Don't worry, no charge for them."
>"Why would I want them?"
>Luna continued to hold her rather perplexed expression.
>"This sounds as though it's a conversation between two individuals instead of a song."
"A conversation made into a song, yeah."
>A hoof is put under her chin.
>"Hmm...not to be rude, but this is a dull song. There doesn't seem to be much happening for it."
>You sadly shake your head and skip the song, letting the next one play.
>God, those shitposters really ruined this song for you.
>Luna, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying it.
>"Mildly emotional, with a strong lead vocal to really carry the song. Enjoyable."
>She listens for a little longer, then looks at you.
>"This happens to be human music?"
"A small sample of it, yeah."
>"I enjoy it. Humans have such unique forms of art."
>Nothing you hadn't seen here, really.
>But it'd be a douche thing to break the truth to her.
"Want to listen to more?" you ask.
>"Of course, Anonymous. I've no duties to attend for another few hours."
>You skipped this song and let the next one play.
A thing I decided to write.
I should do more things for both /sun/ and /moon/.
>showing Luna the music of your world
>nothing but vidya music and a maymay song
Chuck, I like ya as a writefag, but pls...
As we are in the second best season, and I am going to a Halloween party tomorrow as the spectre of unlimited liability to an unlimited class (Because I am possibly the biggest dork on the face of the Earth), I fear my answer to that is no, I am in fact undead at the moment.
Hah, as though I could possibly resist writing a Halloween special here to celebrate the end of my midterms.
The only question is whether it should be comfy, romancey, lewd or adventurous. Hopefully a decision comes to me after my Crim midterm today.
How you doing?
how you did in your exams?
There's enough romancey/lewd, don't you think so?
Im more into adventurous/humor thing right now.
I want Luna to invite Anon in these festivities, and scare everyone in town
Well, yeah. But romance is always that thing everyone wants. And I know Loki can write it. Adventurous/romantic?
I don't know why I
changed my waifufor her, she is lovelybut still.
Behold my amazing MS Paint skills.
These are the categories of music I have, 476 songs in total.
Also. most of the video game songs aren't originally from the video games they're featured in. The only one you can pin on me is Archangel. Otherwise, the rest of them are normal songs.
I really miss moon horse guys. I wish she'd come back, I miss her soft fur.
Having separate folders for vidya franchises but lumping "normal songs" into a folder literally labelled "Real World Music" tells me that my assumption about your music collection is correct.
At least I don't spot weeb shit. :^)
>I listen to what I listen to and you listen to what you listen to.
I listen to plenty of game's OSTs too, but I have enough sense to not call it a representative sample of humanity's aural arts.
>but I have enough sense to not call it a representative sample of humanity's aural arts.
>"This happens to be human music?"
>"A small sample of it, yeah."
>small sample of it
Even then, I didn't say it was.
>Also. most of the video game songs aren't originally from the video games they're featured in. The only one you can pin on me is Archangel. Otherwise, the rest of them are normal songs.
Would you have liked it better if I linked these instead? :^)
If anything, I was trying to get a variety of genres, and the songs I picked happened to be featured in games.
You make it sound like you heard of those songs before hearing them in game, which we both know isn't true.
>small sample of it
>noun: a small amount of something that gives you information about the thing it was taken from
The word sample implies that it's representative (which means that I was redundant, but it was for emphasis).
>You make it sound like you heard of those songs before hearing them in game, which we both know isn't true.
True, but it doesn't change the fact that they aren't solely vidya songs. Just because I heard them in a video game doesn't make it so.
>noun: a small amount of something that gives you information about the thing it was taken from
>The word sample implies that it's representative (which means that I was redundant, but it was for emphasis).
Technically speaking, it's representative in that they still are pieces of human music, but it's never implied or outright stated that these are completely representative of all of it.
Again, all I wanted were a variety of songs that were different genres. I thought on some, they happened to be random picks that were featured in video games (and one Baneposting one I threw in because I felt like it), and I wrote.
I don't even know why we're arguing. I don't know what your deal is. I just picked songs.
>Technically speaking, it's representative in that they still are pieces of human music
No. Technically speaking, representative is not synonymous with subset.
>I don't even know why we're arguing. I don't know what your deal is. I just picked songs.
Because this is 4chan, and I felt bored. I've picked on past writefags on here. This isn't personal at all, and I thought your short green was pretty good. I just thought it was interesting it was all gaymur shit
stuff I like too, but stilland I didn't know it was such a sore spot for you. I'll stop before this thread devolves too far into shitpost city. I sincerely look forward to anything more you write for us.
>not celebrating your waifu's night
You must be some kind of fag
By fag I mean not respecting your waifu's night. Fag. If I meant not american I would've said that. Fag.
but i do respect!, we just don't celebrate hallowen!
but can't discuss with these quads
What do you think she's doing for Nightmare Night? Random spookings of the citizens across the country side? Festival in her honor in Canterlot? Huge haunted house in the castle?
>Luna and Anon walking through the village, Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally Golly, what a day.
>Great now that song was going to be stuck in your head all day.
>Damn you disney and your catchy songs.
>Where were we?
>Oh, yeah you were walking through some random village with moon-butt.
>Cause apparently even though most ponies didn’t view her as scary anymore, she still had some reservations.
>And instead of telling random castle mares about the earthly custom of girls dressing like sloots, you were dragged out by her.
>That and you had the best costume, a spooky skeleton.
>”Tiss going to be a most wonderful of nights!”
>Well at least she was starting to act like her old self again.
“Yeah, just don’t sit down without looking first.”
>”Pray tell, what do you mean?”
“All these kids running around, and judging by how big your flanks are getting you probably ate all the castles Halloween candy.”
>She raised an eyebrow, probably not getting the gist of what you were saying.
“You sit down, and we’ll be looking at some filly and colt pancakes.”
>Most ponies wondered why a skeleton was seen running from Princess Luna throughout town screaming “Watch out she’s after all the candy!”
Happy Halloween moon.
Good night, have fun
Just finished reading Alone in Equestria and its continuation One Last Full Moon from the pastebin. What a sad and touching story. Hit me right in the feels.
It has been more than a year I read those...
where are some writefags now, and what are they doing.
They most likely forgot about it and moved on with their lives.
I don't know why but I feel ultra sad after reading it, like my mood just want to shit completely.
>tfw MLP is not real and never will be
I hate being alone at night /moon/. This bed feels so empty and so cold.
So, I think I'm going to livewrite this. I know friendiddles wanted Romance/lewds, but... I liked this idea.
> You are Anonymous.
> Proud, irritable resident of Ponyville, Hicksville county Equestria.
> “Greetings, citizens of Ponyville! Your Empress has graced your hamlet with her divine presence!”
> You’re currently dressed up as the hash-slinging slasher for a local festival.
> It’s called Nightmare Night.
> “Rise, for tonight is a night of merriment! You need not fear your Immortal Empress!”
> And you’re just about the only one who hasn’t fallen flat on their face staring at your ‘Empress.’
> Nightmare Moon.
> You’d tried to tell the ponies not to hold the celebration this year.
> Tried to tell them that it’d just draw the big evil horse down from her castle up in Canterlot.
> But do they listen to Anonymous?
> No they don’t.
> And now the big evil horse is here, and the sky is full of storm clouds and lightning.
> Everypony's shivering in terror.
> Just generally a shitty night.
> Maybe some day they'll listen.
> “You! What is your name?”
> The little eep you hear which could only have come from Daisy is satisfying as hell.
> You wish she was about to string up Applejack instead.
> All these fucking Earth ponies, thinking they’re so great.
> Still able to grow shit when there’s no sun.
> “You will answer me, or there will be consequences!”
> You can feel that thunderclap shake your chair as you continue to stare up at the sky.
> And the accompanying quakes from the hooves of a stampede of townsfolk when the rest of town starts fleeing in terror from Moonie.
> “Wait, subjects! Return at once, I command you!”
> Yeah, they’ll listen to that command.
> But damn, those are some pretty clouds. They’re all sparkly and shit every time the lightning crackles through them.
> Maybe you’ll get some damn rain. Can’t quite compensate for no sunlight, though.
> And on the other hand, there’s-
> “You there! I require your assistance.”
> Looking down, you let your toothpick fall out from between your lips.
> You really should have considered running with the rest of the group, come to think of it.
> There's Nightmare Moon, with about thirty of her terrifying looking fanged guardians, all looking like they're thirsty for a snack.
> And here you are, armed with nothing but a spatula with which to defend yourself.
> She looks dumbfounded by your response.
> You were probably supposed to bow, come to think of it.
> That's what people are supposed to do around empresses, right?
> "... Hello."
> There's a little bit of contempt layered under her voice that you can certainly detect.
> Finally electing to take your feet off the table you were leaning back with, you sit up straight and try to strike a pose with at least a bit of dignity.
> You're not so sure you manage to achieve that.
"So... how can I help you?"
> That is not the way you talk to the evil God.
> You know this, because she furrows her brow at your lack of respect, but you have no idea what you're supposed to do.
> Saluting seems like it would be inappropriate, you're not a guard.
> Bowing is something dignitaries do, right? Do you bow before the Horse God?
> Maybe you-
> "I require an interlocutor between myself and the denizens of this town. As you are the only one who has not fled in terror, you shall provide me this service."
> You blink twice.
"... What's an interlocutor?"
> Her lips part slightly, seeming slightly dumbstruck by your question.
> But you're not the sort who usually spends a lot of time chatting with Princesses, you'd never really needed to figure out that word.
> Maybe you oughta look that word up for the future, just in case-
> "Just... just come with me."
well, maybe, who knows?
Never gonna happen, anon.
> Apparently, an interlocutor is a translator, or something like that.
> Not entirely clear as to why she would need a translator, but here you are, trying your best to not offend the murderous Empress of your country.
> And enough burly looking guards to crush you into a fine paste if you tried to make a break for it.
> Aren't you the luckiest guy around.
> "This town appears barren... where would your fellow townsfolk have elected to hide?"
> ... You feel like some sort of traitor working with her.
> But hell, you never signed on to live here. You got stuck here.
> Fuck 'em.
"They're probably all over at the Town Hall. They tend to all go there to complain whenever there's a problem."
> She lets out a little hum, and looks over to one of the bat-types, giving them a nod.
> Easily half immediately take flight, soaring over your head quickly and deftly.
> Well, damn.
> "I appreciate your cooperation, subject."
> She seems to hesitate for a minute, something occurring to her in the moment immediately after she says that.
> And she looks to you with narrowed eyes.
> "You... are one of my subjects, yes?"
> Does saying 'no' get you out of this?
> Or does saying 'no' get you the death penalty for trespassing or something?
"I've lived here my whole life, if that's what you're asking."
> She hums, and seems satisfied with your answer as she once more faces forward, and your little entourage continues forward.
> Feels like you've dodged a bullet.
> But then again, dodging a bullet when you're in a storm of them doesn't seem all that impressive.
> You'll calm down a bit once you're safely back at home on your shitty farm and not beside evil God horse.
> But until then...
> "Tell me your name."
> You're just going to do what you're told and hope everything turns out fine.
> What could possibly go wrong?
> "It's Nightmare Moon!"
> "She's found us! Everypony run!"
> "Everypony for themselves! Stallions first!"
> Well, apparently they didn't take too kindly to you and the Empress showing up.
> The building's surrounded by Night Guards, so they're just sort of... running blindly through the halls trying to find a way out.
> Ponies aren't terribly smart.
> "Calm them, subject."
> You look over to Nightmare, and spot her grimacing as she watches the chaos unfold in the central room of City Hall.
> If you had known this was going to be your job, you might not have agreed.
> Well... you could probably stop a lot of it if you found the right pony to stop.
> And so you quickly scan the crowd for the Pink Menace, and when you spot her move over towards her.
> By which you mean frantically chase the ball of energy down until you have her cornered.
> No dice.
"Calm down, it's not such a big deal, I mean-"
> None of them will be able to hear you over the frenzy.
"She's with me, it's ok!"
> Nothing for a minute, and then...
> "She's in league with Anonymous! It's worse than we could have imagined!"
> Thanks Pinkie.
> There had to be something you could do to get these ponies under control...
> "You do not seem to have much sway with them."
> Her eerie voice comes from over your shoulder, and you look back with a nervous smile.
> Well... fuck.
"Yeah... I'm not the most beloved guy in town. Tried to run the Apples out of business, a lot of ponies didn't take kindly to that."
> She gives you a solemn nod.
> "I fear I recognize that struggle. My first visit here involved conquering their nation and subjecting them to an eternal night."
> One of these things is not like the other.
> She sighs, and looks back towards the door behind her.
> "I fear I have little in the way of solutions. This seems to be a common reception wherever I go. I had thought this town might be different, as they had a celebration in my name..."
> ... Well that's a shame.
> Probably shouldn't have started your campaign of conquest in the town with a celebration named after you.
> But then, who are you to question the decisions of the big wigs?
"Well... if you don't mind, then, I'll just be moseying on back-"
> With a hiss, she turns once more to face you, a look of intense rage on her face.
> You nearly fall over she gets so close to your face, her eyes glowing with some sort of magic rage.
> Her breath smells bad.
> "No. You will be remaining with me for the rest of the evening. I have come to this town to engage in revelry, and I will NOT be denied!"
> Well, you didn't really expect to be let off the hook that easily.
> "You may not have the social connections to get me the approval I desire, but you know the traditions here, yes?"
> You dumbly nod as she remains about an inch from your face, those big fangs bared.
> You should've picked a scarier costume.
> But she seems satisfied, as she grunts and draws back a little bit from you.
> "Good. Perhaps if they see I am merely here to engage in the festivities, the ponies will begin to calm down in my presence. Come, subject."
> And with that, a prompt about-face and she starts walking towards the exit to the town hall.
> You initially move to follow her, but then stop to look back at all the ponies still running around the halls.
> ... Are the guards going to just keep the whole town in here? That wouldn't make sense, right?
> Surely they have to-
> Not your business.
>Never gonna happen
keep telling yourself that
> "And so... the object is to hit the target?"
> ... You're all alone with her now.
> Apparently, those guards were in fact going to keep all the ponies locked up in town hall.
"Yeah, depending on the force you press down with the pumpkin will fly a different distance."
> You'd never really done much of this stuff before, all the little festivities throughout town.
> Most of it wasn't really made for someone with your anatomy.
> But apparently, you didn't have a choice this year.
> With a look of great concentration, you watch the Lunar Empress levitate a pumpkin into the tray of the catapult, and the eyeball towards the target.
> "And why am I doing this?"
> You give her a confused look.
> Because... because she told you she wanted to do this?
> That's probably not the right answer at all.
"Because... it's fun?"
> She chews lightly on her lip, before looking back over towards the target.
> "So be it."
> With a thundering crack, her hooves slammed down on the opposite side of the catapult, and you watch in awe as the pumpkin flies straight up into the sky.
> But you can only watch it for a split second before an immense crack sounds out as the Princess' push hits the ground, shattering the catapult beneath her.
> And as it shatters, you can see the wooden fragments flying towards you at an absurd speed, enough to easily make you swiss cheese.
> But a thin blue aura forms around your body just in time, catching them before they could deal the lethal blow.
> You didn't even have time for your heart to start racing before it was all over, and the splinters fell to the ground in front of you.
> ... Ok, maybe dying because she chooses to kill you wasn't what you needed to be worried about.
> "My apologies. I suspect I may have used a deal more force than was intended."
> You just sort of stare at her.
"Maybe we try something else?"
> "You look nervous."
> She says it with mirth, seeming to take pleasure from your immense discomfort.
> Somehow, she found a way to make every activity lethal.
> With the town empty, it only seemed sensible to take advantage of it.
> Bobbing for apples, she somehow managed to repeat the catapult incident, only with Apples this time.
> A fitting death for you, but she once again saved you.
> Mummy wrap, she had wrapped the bandages so tightly around you that you still suspect you may have a collapsed ribcage that your mind just still hasn't caught up to.
> Tried to make a scarecrow. It came to life and chased you around for a while, much to her amusement.
> And now...
> "They're venomous. Try not to move too much, or they might bite you, and I would need to return to Canterlot to obtain an antidote."
> You're covered in spiders.
> Highly venomous, hairy, probably lethal spiders she's created from the little toss game.
> You might just die of a heart attack right now.
> "You were right! This is fun!"
> She reaches to you, and plucks one of the giant, hissing spiders off of you, before throwing it like a baseball at the webbed target.
> It burns a hole clear through the web, and flies further off into the distance.
"G-glad you're having a good time."
> You can see why ponies are scared of her.
> She stops for a moment, and presses a hoof up against her lips.
> "I... surprisingly am. It feels like it has been forever since I have spent any time with somepony doing something other than... well, commanding them around."
> ... Has she not been commanding you around?
> Were you missing something?
> "I appreciate your willingness to stand through all of this, Anonymous. What other activities are there for this evening?"
> With the brief ignition of her horn, the spiders crawling all over you turn back into their stuffed counterparts, and you let out the breath you had been holding.
"There's free cider."
> Maybe if she's drunk she'll be less terrifying?
She was stuck on the moon litterally right after those acts she commetted, the, left there for a mellinium.
She probabaly dwelled on them fucking hardcore m8, thats like solitary confinement.
> Well now.
> She can certainly put it away.
> "This stuff ish far too good..."
> She's just about totaled the entire cider supply for the town for Nightmare Night.
> In the time it's taken you to get about half way through a single mug.
"It's good stuff. The Apples certainly know how to make a quality product."
> As much as it may have pained you to say it.
> She gives you a look on that note like you had just sprouted a new head, and quickly darts out a tongue to get all the foam off her lips.
> Exposing those teeth once again.
> "I thought you and 'the Apples' weren't friends?"
> You're amazed she paid that much attention to you.
> You give a little shrug.
"Eh. Can't hold onto a grudge forever... I wouldn't mind seeing Applejack get hit by a train, but I can admit when I've been beaten."
> This is a weird conversation to be having, really.
> You're with an increasingly-drunk Empress of the Night, in an abandoned Nightmare Night festival, desperately trying to strike up conversation.
> Somehow, you feel like this shouldn't be happening.
> "I... I could arrange for Applejack to be hit by a train."
> You choke on your cider at that.
> And then start coughing heavily, as you slam the mug down on the table, and look up at Nightmare.
> She's red as a tomato.
> "I mean, if you wanted me to. I could kill all of your enemies for you if you wanted me to."
> It's all you can do to just sort of... stare at her.
> She's joking, right?
> She looks serious.
> Fuck, she looks like she's flirting.
> Is this how evil Empresses flirt? Offering to destroy the enemies of others?
"That's.... that's ok. I don't need you to do anything like that."
> She scoffs, and tips the cider back up and swallows its contents in a single gulp before her magic reaches back out to the shelves.
> "Fine. But if you do ever need me to deal with somepony... for you, I'll get it done."
> Yep. She was definitely flirting.
> She's some sort of hybrid between adorable and terrifying right now.
> "You're so soft..."
> You're stuck wrapped up in her hooves as she drunkenly cuddles you.
> You're pretty sure she's bruising you, as she's being pretty forceful.
> But you're not stupid enough to mention that.
> She hums softly as she runs her hoof along your arm.
> You can feel her breathing on your neck intensely.
> "I... you understand me like nopony else. You're the best..."
> You're not so sure that's true.
> You've just been along for the ride, tonight.
> Apparently you're just really good at making it seem like you're entirely comfortable with all of the madness you've been drawn into.
> "You should come back to Canterlot with me. I'll make you a Prince-Consort, and we can make an heir to the throne, and you can have your own little harem of slave-ponies, and it'll just be perfect..."
> Well that's a hell of an offer.
> Especially when things ain't so easy for a farmer these days.
> But... then again, it is an offer to be the Prince-Consort of a madmare.
"Err... I'm not so sure I'm Prince-Consort material, Empress."
> She gently nibbles at your neck, and you can feel your heart pounding as her sharp teeth graze over your vulnerable neck.
> "Nonsense... I decide who's Prince-Consort material. I want to take you home."
> ... It sounds like she's in desperate need of a rut.
> But you're not anywhere near suicidal enough to be the one who's mandated to do that.
> But you can't just say no, can you?
> You need a distraction.
"Hey, Nightmare... Wanna give winning over the other ponies another shot?"
> "You're my only friend..."
> Fuck, she must've gotten a lot more hammered than you could have possibly realized.
> You assumed with all that power came a constitution to match that ridiculous amount of cider she drank.
> But now she can't even keep upright, constantly leaning on you as the two of you walked back to the Town Hall.
> If you could just get her back to her guards...
"That's not true, I'm sure you have plenty of friends back in Canterlot."
> She makes a little negative sound, waving her head around in perhaps the most prolonged head shake you've ever seen.
> "They're all just opportunists. You... You've been actually talking to me. You let me cover you in spiders."
> Well, aren't you the master of romance.
> Who knew all you had to do was let the ladies cover you in spiders to win them over.
"Well, I wouldn't want to ruin your fun. You seemed like you needed it."
> And you didn't want to die.
> "That's why you're the best. That's why you get to put a foal in me."
> You have no idea how to respond to that, and so you don't.
> She hums for a moment, stumbling away from you momentarily before stumbling back towards you.
> "You know, my Guard Captain probably won't approve of you getting me intoxicated.... You could just be trying to take advantage of me."
> Well, now this just seems like a stupid idea.
"... Should I not take you back there, then?"
> She giggles, a wing extending and wrapping roughly around your midsection and pulling you tight against her side.
> "No. If I want somepony to take advantage of me, I'm the only pony who gets a say."
> ... that doesn't seem to qualify for 'taking advantage.'
> Better not to question.
> Better to just squeak your way out of this unfortunate situation before you end up some Dark Lord of Evil or something ridiculous.
> "That's the Captain. Lord Nightshade... he's a Captain because he's got a name that sounded like it would be perfect for a Captain of the Night Guard."
> You're beginning to wonder how exactly she conquered this place with that sort of method of building up her military.
> But then, you suppose she has demonstrated the power to crush things on a whim.
"Would he be willing to let the ponies come out of Town Hall?"
> She nods, though she doesn't look particularly happy at the prospect.
> "Yes... But I'm not sure I want to let them out yet. They were mean..."
> You run your hand along her neck, and she hums in contentment.
"Letting them out would go a ways to showing you're not trying to... you know, kill them or anything."
> She snorts.
> "If wanted them dead, they would have been long dead. I hardly require the aid of a building for such a feat..."
> ... A comforting thought.
> Guess that's how she maintains authority.
> Oh, evil drunk horse.
"Tell you what, we'll just keep that little detail between us, and when they come out let me handle things."
> She rubs her head along your sleeve, her horn teasing your ribs with how easily she could probably take you out right now.
> "Fine. It didn't work last time, but..."
> She looks up to you with sparkling eyes, filled with hope.
> "But now we're friends. Now you know how great I am..."
> Looking down at those hopeful eyes, you swallow your fear.
> You need to make the evilest pony you know of some friends, and you're horrible at doing that yourself.
> ... Well, you have a couple of friends.
> Just make introductions, and then flee while she's attached to Davenport or something.
> "Captain Nightshade! Let the ponies free!"
> "... Well, my real name is Luna. I just think Nightmare Moon sounds better..."
> This is good.
> You've got a comfy little compulsory-sit-still-or-else truth or dare circle with the whole town.
> And Nightmare's laying in your lap, and you're gently running your fingers through her hair.
> It's some pretty cool stuff.
> You know, standard Nightmare Night procedure.
"So, now, you get to ask somepony else something."
> She lets out a a hum, as she hazily stares around at the crowd of ponies desperately trying to contain their terror.
> And in some cases, their bladders, apparently.
> But none may leave the truth-or-dare circle.
> Uh oh.
> That's a slightly terrifying pony to have called on.
> Figures she would pick that, given that she's renowned for her honesty 'round these parts.
> Probably goes some way to explain why you were demonized.
> "... Do you have any plans to take the train any time soon?"
> You stifle a cough at her question.
> Oh fuck, here's hoping she isn't the sort to take the initiative.
> "... No."
> That pout.
> Oh no, she was genuinely plotting to murder Applejack.
> You can't just leave her alone now.
> "Alright. It's your turn then..."
> And with that, she folds her hooves back over her head and presses it into your lap.
> Nuzzling portions of your anatomy she generally ought not to be nuzzling, especially not in public.
> But you just do your best to avoid acknowledging it as Applejack starts targeting a question back to Nightmare, something to do with trees.
> You just sort of tune it out as you feel Nightmare's sharp teeth tugging on your jeans.
> You're running out of time to escape.
> "Tonight was fun, really."
> For Nightmare, maybe it was.
> She's not quite so hammered anymore.
> She sobered up a bit when she accidentally bit you in your most private of places when she was nibbling at your pants.
> She managed to make another friend in the mandatory truth-or-dare session.
> Which turned out to essentially be a truth-session.
> Poor Pip. He got almost as gobbled as you did.
"It was a little fun. Even if you're still terrifying."
> You say it with mirth, but you immediately recognize your mistake as she looks positively heartbroken by your statement.
> Probably a sore spot.
> Definitely a sore spot, probably should've thought about that.
> "I... I scare you too?"
> Yes. She terrifies you.
> She constantly talks about murder, and wants you to be her evil consort.
> But... fuck, if you don't feel like an ass looking at her big, watering eyes right now as she stares at you like you've just killed her pet.
"No, no! It was a joke, Nightmare. I was only kidding around, I'd never be scared of you."
> You reach out a hand towards her, and she flinches away from it a bit.
> And suddenly she shoots back a couple of hoof-steps.
> And the whole little army of guards around the two of you shot you the 'You're dead, kid' look.
> "Sorry. I... I should go back to Canterlot."
> ... What?
"Nightmare, I really didn't mean anything by that. Come on, there's no need-"
> She shoots out her wings to their full impressive span, seemingly getting ready to fly, and her guards do likewise in an impressive display.
> Yet, while she manages to shoot off from the ground, her wing beats find themselves completely out of order, and she almost immediately crashes on her face.
> Drunk flying.
> Always a bad idea.
"How the hell did you manage to hurt yourself this badly from a foot off the ground..."
> She's got one of her wings all bent weirdly, and is covered in scrapes and bruises.
> This is just crazy.
> "You don't have to do this... you can go home."
> You sigh.
"You're a silly evil Empress. Let me help you."
> You try to make it as believable as possible.
> And she looks over towards you with approval.
> "I know you don't want to come back to Canterlot with me."
> You raise an eyebrow at that.
> You hadn't entirely decided on that.
> Well, you sort of knew you didn't want to on the one hand.
> But then again... The more you get to know her, the less absolutely evil she seems.
"I hadn't quite decided on that issue, if you wanted to take me back with you."
> You can feel her breath hitch as you continue wrapping her wing.
"Though I don't think it would be appropriate to jump right into consorts and putting foals in places just yet."
> She's getting excited.
> You can feel her heartbeat picking up beneath you.
> "So... you would come back with me?"
> You shrug.
"There isn't much for me in Ponyville. And someone's gotta make you some friends."
> You let out a little chuckle as you say it.
> Professional Empress friend-maker, the perfect title for you.
> Well, at least until you eventually decide to claim that Prince-Consort title once she's not evil.
> "Well... I'd like that, if you're really not scared of me."
> You give her a little soft smile.
"Well... I think most ponies would be a lot less scared of you if murder was off the table."
> She smiles as she looks up to you, those shimmering fangs seeming to absolutely defeat any hope of there ever not being murder on the table.
> "If you come back with me, I'll take murder off the table."
> Damn. That's some social progress.
> "Well, except if you decide you want somepony murdered."
> Good enough.
> As you walked alongside Nightmare up towards her weird, sinister-looking purple chariot, you pause for a moment.
> And as you look back to Ponyville proper, where no doubt ponies were just packing up Nightmare Night and going to bed, you can't help but wonder.
> What... what the fuck happened tonight?
> This shit is fucking weird.
> Are you about to just ditch your house and head off to the capital with the Empress?
> The fucking evil Empress who ruined your farm by getting rid of the sun?
> "Coming, Anon?"
> Well, at least she uses your name instead of 'citizen' now.
> And asks, instead of commands.
> Turning around, you look back to see Nightmare looking shyly towards you.
> Well... maybe you could convince her to let the sun shine every now and again if you can get her to stop the murdering and whatnot.
> The greater good, Anon.
Short thingy, I felt like Luna needed something for Nightmare Night in here. Hope some people enjoyed it.
Enjoyed it as always. qt3.14 nightmare
As though I could possibly resist using something by my favourite artist.
I don't usually bin my one-shots, but I do by request: http://pastebin.com/W6399GKY
You have to wait for Thanksgiving to meet the in-laws, Anon.
>Be an American settler of the Ohio River Valley in the early 19th century
>Winter is fast approaching, you need to get some game to preserve, for sustenance in the coming months
>With your musket in hand, you head out onto the fringes of your homestead, with hopes of bagging a meal
>Perhaps a turkey
>Them large, dumb fowl could feed a family for weeks
>After several fruitless hours of trekking, your attention is suddenly captured by the most bewildering... thing you have ever seen
>The... thing appears to be a turkey, whose size would be comparable to a fair steed
>Now this... this could feed your family AND your neighbors through the winter months and into the spring
>There's a lot of meat on that turkey
>Kneeling, you hastily pull the dog back on your musket and shoulder your weapon
>The turkey doesn't seem to notice your presence
>You gently pull on the hair trigger
>A great puff of smoke comes out of the flashpan, followed by a loud bang and the thud of the bird hitting the ground
>Now the hard part-getting the damn thing back to your cabin
>You get up from your firing position and slowly approach the animal, knife at the ready, to finish it off should the need arise
>It's not a turkey
>It appears that your target was a blue horse
Great to see my thread still alive after one week,
love you all
>tfw need sleep
You retards are capable of having a thread that lasts longer than a day
much less, a fucking week, and you let it fall to pg8.
I like to think that the two brown haired ones are the NTT and the Can't dance anons.
S-shut up, faggot.
Not like I like moonfags or anything..
Well, so much for sleeping tonight. H-Hi Loona.