Post grotesque abominations.
Thingpone also welcome
Now for what purpose would you augment a pony like that for? Don't look lethal enough to be a kill bot unless you're right at dick level.
Also posting thingaling.
>Not posting the colored one
I still like ya though.
Our Thingpone thread did not do good at all for its comeback.
I think that may be the greatest example of the phrase, "morbid curiosity."
shit nigger I just ate mac n' cheese
trypoponia you say?
Got some trypophobia with RD?
If you have to post Eqg post actual actual grotesque of it
Hey where are the scary pony pictures?
To everyone who says that she'll lose her wings in the final
>TFW (kinda) thingpone thread
Im about 1/2 - 2/3 of the way done with a new chapter at 2.1 k words. I want to hurry up and finish it but I don't have the time and don't want to rush it. I think it's a great chapter tho. If all goes well I think I might have it by tomorrow or thursday night.
And just found out im banned for posting lewd censored blossomforth. Not posting anything long for the next 3 days. This board being blue is total bullshit.
>mfw this story will never be finished
COME BACK TO US WRITEFRIEND
Lets be honest. They made money by selling PRINCESS Twilight Toys. She won't change. And if, not for long.
I've seen a lot of weird shit on the internet, yet Awful Fawful always gets the best reactions out of people. I remember I was introduced to him when https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPztVmwT7hU was posted in a /co/ thread, and it got the most replies by far.
I'd say that he's mastered the art of the YTP
if it weren't for Skooks. At the very least, he's mastered my heart, 'cause his shit is right up my alley.
These guys know what's up.
>mfw this whole thread.
for once in my life im afraid of a fucking image. not surprised afraid but literally fucking terrified if this. iv seen some shit but this.....just fuck.
Then why do you want a people to stop contributing to a perfectly fine thread? And why are you actively trying to derail it with off-topic shitposting?
>ew ew ew
Is an expression of feelings, if a very childish and inarticulate one.
>stop posting right now.
Is not an expression of feelings, it's a direct command aimed at people you have no control over. Or is it to be seen as a request? "Could you please stop offending my feelings"?
Also, your choice of pictures are completely irrelevant to the topic at hand.
What part is it you don't understand? This is very basic English, but I'll break it down for you:
Your original post contained the phrase:
>stop posting right now.
"right now" only says WHEN, we can ignore this bit as it's not very important. So we have:
You are telling all the contributing posters in the thread to stop contributing. Why?
You know they're not doing that's against the rules, not doing illegal, and you know they're contributing to a popular, board-relevant thread.
And you claim it's not hurting your itty bitty feelings, so if it's not a sense of entitlement, why?
So what exactly is it you want them to stop with? The only common factor between ALL the posts you linked are that they're on topic and contributing to the thread.
Ignore the guy's autism, he obviously can't understand context.
Here, have some more affectionate ew ew
Aww damn we've been had.
Everybody go home. Take a nice warm shower and...try to forget this ever happened.
So... Hopefully getting this thread back on track, who draws all these grotesque machine/pony hybrids?
This is a "I don't have any cyborg or hole covered ponies, but I'd like to see more" kind of bump.
I came back just to see that image again, last time I was sleepy as fuck , almost had a heart attack and for once I got scared from that thing crawling over me while I was sleeping.
Eqgfags, thats what wait for you at the other side. You have some weirder tastes than mine.
>"The light still works, Anon..."
>"I'm not broken..."
>"Why are you hiding from me?"
Because posting spooky stuff on Halloween is too mainstream, Anonymous
>A day later people are still freaking out over this
Am I the only one who laughed when I first saw this? That dopey smile and those giant mismatched eyes are fucking great. I'm not trying to be edgy either.
I you won't try to be edgy, then I guess I will, because I just don't find it any more frightening than anything else in this thread. I'm willing to bet most anons thought it was scary because of the spoiler, which is stupid. If you don't want to be spooked, you scroll up, click it, then slowly scroll down.
As for something that would make me laugh, Ponk's face in pic related makes me chuckle every time I see it.
I didn't find it scary, just really unnerving, not to mention that silly large dimensions it has going on there. And if there is a spoiler half the fun is being presented with it all at once.
No anon, I'm the purple girl into your dreams!
After the first shock yesterday I just get some uncanny valley out of it. Actually I think if it was better draw i would find it sexy like >>25320460
Dick likes crazy looking gals.
Since everyone loved my last EQG post >>25319940
have some more
I know it's not as good as the first picture, but I couldn't find anything better
"L-Look at you h-hacker a pa-p-pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge such a perfect machine?"
whoops didnt mean to reply to anyone, also forgot the pic
I watch this show to get a comfy autistic sugar trip but the obscure gory stuff is the only kind of fan art i really enjoy.
Except when the time comes when they want to sell QUEEN Twilight toys.
I'm looking for a super fucked up creepy picture of a pinkie/anglerfish hybrid thing. It was an image i found on one of these threads and I actually had to delete it from my phone because everytime i scrolled past it, it would give me chills.
Can't find on google or anywhere else...
Any chance of attracting anyone to c'mere to clean up and color this sketch? I like it.
Your trips are good, but sadly I can't deliver you anything. Have an artists name by any chance?
Definitely not. She was doing this pose. Her face was not her face, but the face of that fish. Looked fucked up as hell. I'll try and draw it out.
> post grotesque abominations
Thingpone, this is not how you friendship. Stahp.
Yes, it's a pone version of Zdzisław Beksiński's Soldier.
You know, the picture itself isn't actually that scary. The problems is, it reminds me of this, which it still freaks me out.
I don't have that, but I do have this.
The post you're replying to is a picture of Rarity, a grotesque abomination. Not sure what you're going on about, it's as if you were talking about two completely separate things.
>Day shapeshifters in Equestria
>You are Anonymous
>You're hanging out in your house, located in the magic-crater that used to be cloudsdale's lower district
>Today you're chilling with your bros Thingpony who is some sort of thing, and Queenie who is a changeling queen
>Neither of them have names you can pronounce so you just gave them nicknames
>Today you plan to introduce them to the wonders of horror movies
>Because what could possibly go wrong with that idea?
>Fuck, you hope you didn't just jinx yourself with that thought
>Anyway you all get together in front of the telly and start watching stuff
>About halfway through a nice gory film about space aliens you notice a strange smell
"What's that smell?"
>"I don't know, it's weird though" says thingpony
>"Ohhhhhhhhhh" moans queenie, who you discover is furiously masturbating
"Queenie, not on my sofa!"
>"Sorry Anon, it's just so -unf- hot"
>You hope you only have to get the cushions laundered and not the whole thing
"Look, we all have our fetishes, but can you at least wait until you leave to rub one out?"
>Fucking lewd horsefriends
one of the coolest pieces of fan art i've seen
Well if this is such a good idea, why don't you just do it?
>You finally made it to Equestria.
>You drank the bleach and woke up in the forest.
>You made it to the promised land and it's a nightmare.
>The ponies are deep in the uncanny valley, with beady, dead eyes peering from sunken sockets.
>Horrible, almost-human teeth hang from their mouths and their gnashing whispers horrors of what it would do to flesh every time they speak.
>It's morning in Twilight's house.
>The sun hangs low in the sky, and you silently express relief that you weren't awake to see the sunrise.
>It doesn't rise like it does in your world.
>Rather, it crawls into the sky like a bloated creature, painting the sky a screaming shade of blood red.
>It hangs there like a bloated tumor, pale, yellow light seeming to do nothing to actually illuminate the world.
>Still, it's better than night, where the darkness chills your bones and the wind whispers the gibbering of tortured spirits into your bones.
>You walk downstairs and smell the scent of pancakes.
>That's one thing that hasn't changed much, at least.
>There's a reason Spike cooks for Twilight.
>Speaking of Twilight, she looms just beyond the doorway of the dining room, looking at you with a penetrating gaze.
>"I thought we'd try again with the magic today, Anon."
>"I know something can be done to fix your mind."
>The first few days here you had been reluctant to interact with anything and constantly jumpy, paranoid that one of those ponies would look at you with true malice instead of their usual curiosity and mild concern.
>When Twilight confronted you about it, you broke down, telling her everything.
>You had hung to her for comfort, but only briefly.
>Her coat pulled at you, like a living thing, and you yanked yourself away immediately.
>Sitting down at the table, you begin on the pancakes.
>Twilight babbles on about magical theory and how your brain was really no different than pony brains, and that this should be an easy problem to fix.
>She levitates a few books while talking, referencing one here and there.
>Her magic pulls them through the air like invisible tendrils.
>Oh god, her magic.
>Magic was the worst thing you had seen so far.
>When their horns glowed, it took every ounce of self-control you had to not whimper in fear.
>They pulled back the fabric of reality and let in the things behind, letting their long, slender fingers in.
>The fingers twitched and their joints bent in all the wrong ways as they pushed and prodded at reality, changing it into the form the ponies wanted.
>You apologize, feigning obliviousness, when you had really just been trying with all your might to ignore her while she worked her magic.
>"Well then, I thought we might try a variant of the spell we used yesterday."
>"Instead of firing specific neurons, it'll prevent certain parts of your brain from firing, and hopefully we can use this to isolate whatever's happening."
>You nodded at the right times and she went int more detailed technobabble, at some point descending into a tangent about free will and the nature of the brain's signals.
>It was irrelevant to you, since you were just trying to psych yourself up for what was about to happen.
>"Got all that, anon? Just tell me when you're ready to start."
>You signal her to begin, bracing yourself.
>The cracks open up again, and the fingers crawl out.
>This time you can't see them, but you can feel them.
>Cold, clammy wormlike things, pulling at you and picking through your grey matter.
>She has her eyes closed in concentration, which is good because it means she can't see you just barely stifling your scream.
>Your eyes dart frantically around the room, looking for something to focus on.
>You try to read the titles of books but the words shake and blur together, letters turning into archaic runes and symbols.
>Eventually you fall into peaceful unconsciousness.
>Later, you slowly awake in Twilight's bed.
>You look around and realize Twilight is sitting near you, reading a book.
>How kind of her to stay near you.
>She must be worried sick about how you -
>oh god no
>She just twitched, that's all.
>A muscle spasm.
>worms under her skin
>Her leg is cramping.
>extra joint there she's been hiding it all this time
>You know nothing about pony anatomy, it could be anything.
>she did it again make her stop
>She starts as you let out a strangled cry of fear.
>She turns toward you with concern.
>not concern suspicion she knows you saw
>"Are you alright, anon? Bad dreams?"
>You stammer out a confirmation, begging to wake up a second time and realize this was all a bad dream.
>"Sorry to hear it. I have a few potions that can help with that, if you want."
>You nod eagerly, desperate to keep up the facade.
>she knows you can see it in her eyes she knows
>You get up and follow her to the basement.
>On the way you notice Spike, his eyes peering out of the dark corners of the room.
>You could swear his tongue was moving in and out of his mouth.
>Probably just tasting the air. He's a reptile, right?
>When you get to the basement Twilight hands you two glasses, one filled with a foul-smelling brew and one empty.
>"Get some water from the kitchen and drink a glass of that first, then drink the deep sleep potion. It should prevent you from having any dreams and you'll get a full night's rest. Maybe then you'll be feeling a bit better."
>You nod, bringing the potions back upstairs.
>The water tastes fine.
>The potion is awful, an oily, slick mixture that clings to the back of your tongue and fights your efforts to swallow it.
>As soon as it hits your stomach you begin feeling tired.
>You barely make it to the bed before passing out and falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
First time writefagging ever. No idea where to go with the story if I even continue it, but the idea and a couple lines came to me out of nowhere while trying to fall asleep and I had to slap something together.
Should I keep going?
Any sort of constructive criticism is appreciated.
>You snap awake with the utter certainty that something is wrong.
>The animal part of your brain that remembers what it's like to be hunted is screaming, trying to seize control of your limbs and send you into a frantic run.
>Eyes on the back of your neck make your skin crawl and you look around the room, your vision darting from reference point to reference point almost too fast to take anything in.
>You want to call for Twilight, because no matter how horrible she is being alone is far worse.
>You almost manage to choke out a cry but before that happens you hear movement.
>Instinct takes over and you bolt down the stairs.
>It's still looking.
>You have to get out of here.
>Sprinting to the door, you desperately throw your shoulder against it, praying it won't resist.
>It crashes open as if it was barely shut, sending you sprawling into the grass outside.
>You can hear footsteps behind you as you scramble to get up.
>You're a little scratched and your shoulder will ache later, but for now adrenaline shuts all that out.
>You sprint away, lungs burning and chest tightening from terror.
>You don't stop until you're on your knees, gasping and wheezing for air.
>You weren't sure how long you had been asleep, but you had little energy once the panic wore off.
>You sit for a while, muscles tightening and skin cooling.
>Your stomach growls, snapping you out of your exhausted trance.
>As you come to your senses, your body grows cold and a bone-deep chill settles in.
>It's nighttime and you're outside, on the outskirts of Ponyville.
>Near the forest.
>Fear fights to take over for a while, but eventually the hunger wins out.
>How long did that potion knock you out for?
>You look towards the village.
>Smoke curls gently from a couple fireplaces and light shines from a few windows, but for the most part it's dark and silent.
>Eventually you work up the courage to creep towards the darker houses, motivated by the prospect of finding some food.
>Creeping through the shadows, you become increasingly convinced that it had actually been Twilight chasing you.
>The ice-cold breeze didn't help your paranoia.
>You were sure the chattering of your teeth would alert somepony and then it would all be over.
>They'd grab you with inhuman strength, uncaring of the damage they inflicted, and drag you back to Twilight's house where she would open up and you'd see that thing that moved under -
>You chastised yourself.
>This wasn't productive, and the more distracted you were the more likely it was that something would see you.
>You focused on the task at hand: acquiring food.
>After that, you could figure out what to do next.
>As far as you could tell, the ponies didn't lock their doors, so all you needed to do was not make too much noise getting in and out.
>You found what seemed to be a sandwich shop, closed down for the day.
>Hopefully they would have some leftover ingredients somewhere.
>You push open the door as gently as you can but creaking hinges still screamed through the night.
>Your heart pounded in your throat as you crept inside.
>It was dark, but after a bit your eyes adjusted and you saw what looked to be a normal restaurant, with a cashier's stand, a section filled with tables, and a fairly open kitchen behind that.
>Going over to the kitchen, the scent of food comes to your nose and your stomach growls again.
I am so clueless as to where the plot should go from here. I have two vague ideas and I want some feedback.
First idea is that he finds cured meat in the kitchen, and it's only after he eats it that he realizes that there shouldn't be meat here, then it goes down a fairly predictable road.
Second is that he goes back to the forest and stumbles across Zecora, who seems more normal than the others, maybe? Tries to help him?
Third option is that I just stop writing this before it goes to shit because I force it.
Also holy fuck I need to get my shit together with tenses.
Fin. The artist did not make one of Twilight Sparkle.