Post pictures of Panka Pey.
Old thread >>19916287Please come back, writefriend.
>>19931537
>>19931565
Pinkie Pie a cute
>>19931583
>Best pone will never light up when she answers the door to you
Living hurts.
Get in here you niggers I know I'm not the only pinkiefag awake right now
Or, I am.
>>19931689
No matter. I'll hold down the fort for our writefriend anyway.
>>19931783
Whatever, I'm just posting pank.
>>19931858
>>19931888
>>19931915
bumpity
>>19932012
>>19932077
>>19932108
...you lost me.
>>19932154
That your asinine comment made no sense?
Looks like you're doing the talking for me.
>>19932180
Lenin pls, nobody's butthurt. Especially not since you're helping me bump the thread!
>>19932219
Confirmed for pinkest pone.
I remember a few months ago we had a couple decent threads with actual writefags. How do we get those back?
>>19932238
I'm just holding this thread open in hopes that the writefriend from last thread will see it and be able to continue, since it reached the image limit.And if this one hits that limit too, I'll make another thread. And another. And another. I've got no plans today, now except playing with you!
>>19932288
Nice get, Lenin.
The only thing I dream of on a regular basis is spending time with my favorite pink ponk.
>>19932333
>trips
Hitler: 1
Lenin: 0
>>19932288
My first post in this thread was >>19932252.
>>19932295
You do that. I sleep. Writefriends hear our pleas.
>>19932347
>passive agressive
>implying
While I must admit my arms aren't exactly swole, I have been told I have a handsome face. But I can see how you would be mistaken seeing as how you've never seen me before.
Also, I'm not merely easily entertained (though in some cases that's not entirely untrue), It's just like I said. I've got a day off today.
>>19932497
I agree. Famous historical figures are welcome as well!Even you, Vlad :^)
Does anyone have that image where three anons try to pronounce her name ?
Pinkie makes me feel very worrying things.
>>19932594
What's there to worry about?
Thread needs more pink
>>19932622
Nice dubs there sir!
>>19932610
Pinkie makes me want to rape break her just for the fun of it, its worrying because I don't want to do that with any other pony, just her.
Anyone have any pink FiMFiction suggestions?
>>19932670
Please write green about it.
>>19932670
That is kinda fucked up. But maybe the fact that it worries you shows you're not ALL bad.maybe...
>>19932679
No you don't understand, I want to psychologically destroy that pone, I want to completely break her mind.
>>19932682
I dunno, I feel pretty bad about writing anything that harms pone.
>>19932696
Please write it. Mindbreak is my fetish. It'll help you relieve the tension. It's fiction. And mindbreak can also be intellectually stimulating.
>>19932711
But I don't even understand 6th grade algebra
>>19932721
I also feel I don't know her character well enough to really write it. Pinkie is weird. Shes probably the hardest of the 6 for me to write.
>>19932567
this one?
>>19932743
That's exactly why it would be so fun and interesting. To mindbreak her, you have to really think about or forge who she is and how to break that, and what lies beneath.
Pic is example of non-mindbreak. Mindbreak is sophisticated fetish.
>>19932771
Waifu abuse isn't really mindbreak though, it relies on their love outweighing your cruelty, which when you think about their world isn't too hard to imagine. Although I guess it could be a kind of mindbreak.
Moooore piiiiiink
>>19932784
Or, no.
>>19932844
Noice.
>>19932804
I think you misread me. I said
>pic is example of non-mindbreak
But you're right that it is related. Waifu abuse is still about the psychology of the whole thing.
Here, have a story in which anon is in an abusive relationship with Pinkie Pie, as the victim.I want to be this anon
>>19932959
Sometimes this feels like my life.
Wow you guys actually waited for me? I'm touched.
I would have some sooner but my net was acting up... something about not paying for it yet?
Anyways, I'll be getting back to the green.
Oh and for those who where wondering, I'm staying in the Philippines at the moment.
Now on with the green!
P.S.I'm at an internet cafe so no Ponka pictures today.
>>19932884
I have that saved on my HD as well and me too. Well, if I do write anything I'll post it here.
>>19932983
> Just another day in Sugar cube corner.
> The Cakes were out of town attending a baking convention, leaving one Anon and Pinkie Pie to mind the bakery while they were gone.
> Most of the baking had been taken care of during the morning, leaving both Anon and Pinkie to watch over the store.
> Much to their disdain, it seems today wasn’t going to as busy as they hoped it would be.
> “Nonny?” says Pinkie Pie while toying with her hair.
> She was sitting behind the counter, ready to serve the next customer that would walk in.
> Not that there was going to be a customer anytime soon, but it paid to be prepared.
> Anon was sitting at one of the stalls, re-enacting WW2 with cutlery and a bottle of maple syrup.
“KABOOOOM! Ratatatatata! ARGHHHHHH the pain!” as of right now, Anon was in his own little world.
> “Nonny? NONNY? Hello? ANONONONY?!” chatters Pinkie Pie, trying to pull Anon out of his daydream.
“Huh? Oh Ponks…”
> This was an affectionate nickname that Anon had given Pinkie after he first started working at the bakery.
> The first time he talked to the pink pony, he had misheard her name for “Ponka Pey”.
> He wasn’t that familiar with Equestrian naming sense back then, so he decided to role with it.
> After calling her ‘Ponks’ the entire day, Pinkie decided to correct him.
> Of course this goes without saying that she got most of Ponyville laughing at him.
> Not really scornful, more like understanding laughter.
> Anon was embarrassed at first, but he could take a joke and one certain party mare loved to tell ‘em.
> After that, those two became inseparable.
“What’s up Ponks” say Anon.
> His hands come to rest. The knife and spoon soldiers live to see another day.
> He looks up at Pinkie as she giggles at his silliness.
> “Oh nothing, I was just wondering if you wanted to play a game with me?” A slight twinkle, of what can be assumed mischief, flickers through her eyes.
>>19932983
Huzzah! It's great to have you back, Grim!
N-not that the game of dubs with all of these famous world leaders wasn't f-fun, and all..
>>19933023
“What kind of game” replies Anon, genuinely curious as to what the mare had in mind.
> Anon has become accustomed to Pinkie’s eccentricities.
> He was always a tad bit eccentric. This is probably what made them ‘click’ together in the first place.
> “A pony game” short and succinct is her reply.
“Hmmm… Does it involve any criminal activity? Because you know my position when it comes to criminal activities.” Anon replies with a stern look on his face.
> To which Pinkie Pie giggles.
> “Yep! Nonny loves himself some criminal activities.” the mare continues to giggles.
> Anon joins in on her giggle fit.
“Okay sure, why not? I do love playing games and if they involve some mischief then all the better”
> Anon cracks a grin a Pinkie Pie, to which she responds with a shy smile.
“Ahahaha silly Nonny! Wait right here! I’ll go get the board!” and with that she leapt off of the counter and scurried off towards the stairs.
> Anon sat there thinking about what she said.
“Board huh? I don’t really like playing those kinds of games” thought Anon.
> Anon wasn’t really fond of board games but knowing Pinkie, anything she thought was fun most probably is.
> It was like a rule of nature to Anon.
> Being with Pinkie Pie made life more fun.
> Why would playing a board game be any different?
> Anon was now much more excited about the prospect of playing with Pinkie Pie.
> He sat in his chair, waiting for the pink pony to bounce her way down the stairs, all the while balancing a couple of board games and their respective pieces on her head.
> He imagined her hopping towards him, the excitement and joy radiating off of her face.
> This made him smile.
> Pinkie Pie soon returned with a board upon her head and a smile upon her face, just like how Anon had imagined it.
> She bounced towards the table he was sitting at and sat across him with a ‘plonk’.
> She giggled at the sound she had just made.
>>19932983
I need to sleep, but I much look forward to reading in the morning, thanks.
>>19933029
Thanks for the info. Have a cookie.
>>19933055
You're acquainted with our local pink-thread shitposter. He's been at this a long while, doing what he can to reduce the quality of this board. Just ignore him.
Thanks for writing.
>>19933029
Lenin please go.
>>19933078
>quality
>/mlp/
>>19932884
Yuck.
Fucking yuck.
>>19933038
> Anon was all but present, still in the daydream about him and Pinkie Pie playing an assortment of board games.
> His mind flits from Monopoly to Tic Tac Toe, from Battleship to Snakes and Ladders.
> Right now he is lost in a scenario in which he had created his own board game.
> It involved a lot of math and some dressing and undressing.
“The square root of 36 isn’t ‘sprinkles’ Pinkie… Time to put on them socks!” He mumbles to himself, a small chuckle follows suite.
> Pinkie Pie watches him as he wonders through his thoughts, amused at how creative he can be whilst in them and how absent minded he was during one of his trips.
> “Nonny?” she calls to him, gently pulling him out of his dream world, yet again.
“I was daydreaming again, wasn’t I?” questions Anonymous.
> “Yep, and you were pretty noisy about it too! Why was I wearing socks in your daydream Nonny?”
> As she says this she tilts her head cutely to the side, part curious, part mischievous.
> Anon blushes at her words.
“It’s nothing Ponks, just one of those weird ideas I have.” He mumbles these words while wearing a red tinge across his face.
> He knows full well that socks and other foot wear are considered as ‘lingerie’ here in Equestria. So why was he imagining Pinkie in them?
> Anon shakes the thoughts from his head.
‘Best not to delve into such things right now.’ He thinks. He has a game to win.
> Pinkie smirks at Anon, sending a shiver down his spine.
> She will be using this against him, he knows it.
> “Whatever you say Nonny. Now, let’s start the game.” She says this while setting up the board.
> On it are two pieces; one green and the other pink, both of which resemble Earth ponies.
> They sit on opposite edges of the board. The board itself is made of wood and is divided into numerous squares. It resembles a chessboard, except for the rainbow colored box in the middle of it.
>>19933098
>Pinkie would be disappointed at someone for encouraging another to persevere practicing their craft
It's like you're not even trying.
>>19933146
We aren't customers.
Anon isn't selling us a book, he's providing a free service, and improving his craft at the same time.
Your logic is flawed.
>>19933146
>Comparing /mlp/ to Sugarcube Corner in your analogy
Now THAT would disappoint Pinkie.
>>19933227
But if the soup is free, you're a fool to think there isn't spit in it already.
We're all here for the free spit soup, Anon.
Why are you here?
>>19933108
> Anon observes the board. He tries to make out what kind of game it might be? What he comes up with is absolutely nothing.
“Ponks? What kind of game is this?” he questions her.
> “It’s a pony game silly. Didn’t I tell you before?” She giggles back to him.
> She says this sweetly, teasing Anon and goading him into pressing on further.
> His curiosity peaked, he pushes on.
“How do you play?” he says this hoping to get some sort of answer from her.
“Oh Nonny , it’s super duper simple. You are the green pony and I am the pink one! We take turns asking questions and if the other pony answers it ‘truthfully’ then they get to move one space. First pony to the middle wins!”
> Anon thinks to himself, “A board game version of truth or dare?”.
> As Anon mulls over the rules, Pinkie speaks up.
> “And don’t even try to cheat. This board is magic and it won’t let you move if you lie, so you can only tell the truth!” as she says this, the mischievous twinkle she had in her eyes returns.
> An odd feeling washes over Anon. He questions whether this is really just a game or not.
> Perhaps Pinkie Pie has something planned?
> “Ready to start Nonny?” says Pinkie Pie, beaming a smile towards Anonymous.
“Ready as I’ll ever be” is his reply.
> That mares smile wiped away all the worry and suspicion he had towards the game.
> Anon acknowledged that Pinkie had a weird effect on him and that perhaps playing this ‘questionable’ game wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought it was.
>>19933250
Aw shit, this is gonna be good.
>>19933227
>board quality
>>19933256
You didn't answer my question.
bump
don't quit on us, writefag
>>19933373
I've never understood the mentality wherein pathetic assholes, rather than try and elevate themselves, try to lower everyone else to their level.
Life's pretty hard on us sometimes-- hell, I just bought a homeless family a week's worth of groceries--but that's no excuse to wallow in your own bullshit.
How can you logically say we are more pathetic when you're the one shitposting miserably?
>>19933439
He set up an entertaining hook.
Maybe he's scared to follow up on it.
Also, he seems to be writing this as he goes, so it'll be a while.
>>19933454
I'm sorry you had a bad day, Anon.
Pinkie Pie threads are supposed to be a place to get away from all that.
You don't have to bring your baggage in here.
>>19933506
Welp, alright then.
>>19933250
I hate the net here.
> “Okay! I’ll start!” said the enthusiastic mare.
> To which Anon replied with a nervous chuckle.
> “What… is your favourite color?” said pinkie, smiling.
> This threw Anon off and for a few moments he was dumbstruck.
> He did not expect such a simple, straightforward question from Pinkie Pie.
“Umm…” was his only reply.
> Pinkie giggled at Anon’s lack of thought, finding it funny that such a simple question had stumped the normally witty, albeit absentminded Anon.
> “Anon, I was only asking what your favourite color was, not how to make it rain chocolate milk.”
> Anon’s face contorted into one of pure concentration, his mind was focused on answering her question.
> Pinkie Pie laughed at this, she didn’t actually think that he was trying to figure out the formula to chocolate rain, but going by the face he was making, he could have been.
“It’s blue Pinkie, my favourite color is blue.”
> A small grainy sound was heard as the green piece slid its way towards the next space.
> “Yay!” chirped Pinkie. “You told the truth Nonny!”
> Anon slowly began to understand the meaning of the game. It was a game to deepen bonds, a game to strengthen friendship, a game in which you get to know your friends better.
> Having realized the purpose of this game, a wave of happiness and relief washed over him.
> No punch line or gag here, just a friendly game with his best friend.
> He smiled at Pinkie and she returned it.
> Anon sat there for a few seconds thinking of a question to ask Ponks.
> Pinkie was patiently waiting her turn, having noticed that Anon was thinking of a question to ask her.
> This patience however was short lived, seeing as it was the nature of Pinkie Pie to be hyper.
> “Anonony ~! Hurry up!” droned Pinkie, having finally run out of her short supply of patience.
“Alright alright, hold your horses, I’m thinking”
> In reply, Pinkie started hugging herself and giggling.
>>19933534
> Anon gave a sigh of resignation and spoke up.
“Alright Pinkie, what is your favourite song?”
> This wasn’t the most awe-inspiring of questions but it was enough to please Pinkie.
> Pinkie scratched her chin in thought.
> “Hmmm, I like a lot of songs but if I had to choose a favourite then it would be…” pinkie paused for dramatic effect.
> “THE SMILE SONG!”
> As she said this, she leapt on the table and started to sing.
> Anon chuckled at her antics and joined in on the impromptu karaoke session.
> After the third iteration they finally settled down and went on with playing the game.
> During the little show, her piece had slid closer to the center of the board.
“Your turn Ponks.”
> Pinkie sat up.
> “Have you ever kissed a mare?” said Pinkie Pie, a tinge of red lighting her face.
> Anon was a little taken back by Pinkies question. Sure, he knew that she would get to asking the embarrassing stuff sooner or later, but he didn’t expect it THIS soon in the game.
> He looked into Pinkie’s eyes and replied.
“No, not yet.”
> The green piece moved one space closer to the middle of the board.
> Pinkie perked up at this and shot Anon a smile. The tinge on her face deepening slightly.
> “So only stallions right?” she said while giving a laugh.
> Anon’s reply was only a dead pan stare and a shake of his head.
“I don’t like stallions that way Ponks… actually I’ve never tried so I don’t really know. Maybe I should try kissing a stallion, it might be my cup of tea.” A smirk runs across Anons face as he says this.
> The green piece slid its way towards the middle of the board yet again.
> And like that, a shocked Pinkie stopped laughing and looked towards Anon, then at the board, before finally back at Anon.
> When she realized it was a joke she slid back into her chair and gave off a small chuckle.
> “Good one Nonny. It’s your turn now” said the now calm Pinkie.
>>19933439
Don't worry, I won't be leaving anytime soon.
>>19933456
Spot on mate, I am writing this as I go. Can't really do much else at this Comshop.
>>19933555
A little on the nose, man.
She's already being circumspect with the truth game, so you'd think her questions and responses would be a little more roundabout as welll.
>>19933570
We're human in this story right?
>>19933764
It depends on you. I purposely made it ambiguous.
Personally I read it as Anon the Human, not pony.
>>19933506
wow... Your life just sucks all the way around and back again.
>>19933555
> Anon gave her a sly grin and spoke up.
“Pinkie, is there anyone who you want to be your special somepony?”
> Pinkie Pie froze in her seat, the smile she had just seconds before was plastered on her face as if she was wearing a mask.
> Anon’s grin grew wider, knowing full well that he had got her.
> The pink mare began to fidget in her seat. Her pink face now dyed red. Her stare was fixated on the ground as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
> Anon was now indulging himself in a hearty laugh. Never before has her seen Pinkie Pie this flustered.
> “… do” she mumbled.
> Anon stopped laughing.
“What?”
> “I do have somepony that I like.” Said Pinkie under her breath.
> As soft as it was, Anon was still able to catch what Pinkie had said.
> Anon didn’t expect Pinkie to have somepony that she liked. He had asked her that question, fully expecting that she would reply with a flustered “no”, but for her to actually say yes…
> And with that Anon returned to the world of his imagination. In it was Pinkie Pie and some nameless stallion; they were out on a date.
> Anon imagined Pinkie and the stallion sharing a meal together then going on a walk at the park.
> He imagined them sitting on a bench, talking.
> He saw her give the stallion a soft smile while he droned on and on about his job, giving a small laugh at whatever lame joke the pony had to offer.
> And then finally he saw Pinkie leaning into the stallion, eyes focused on his, her face a breath away from the smirk pony.
> Slowly her mouth moved towards his…
“Oh…” was Anon’s reply to Pinkies answer.
> He woke himself up from his daydream, not really feeling up to finishing it.
> “Oh…” was Pinkies reply.
> The atmosphere became stale and awkward.
> Both Anon and Pinkie were fidgeting in their seat, avoiding eye contact with each other.
>>19933849
I have to go for a bit guys, Friends called. I'll be back up a little later.
>>19933961
aww hell no.
>>19934386
I'm here on my phone. I am trying to find a place where I can write for you guys. It may take a while. No longer than an hour or two though.
I chose a horrible time to start writefagging.
>>19934466
Well i`m not going anywhere, since im sick so i`ll be waiting.
And nice dubdubs
I love you guys. After going through that abominable last thread, this was really nice to wake up to.
>>19934466
it`s been an hour or two...
>>19935539
Don't panic.
>>19935577
DON'T PANIC
>>19935577
IM PANICKING.
>>19935539
Great observation. I just got on.
Here's what I got for you.
>>19935577
>>19935587
>>19935602
DON'T PANIC!!!
>>19935614
> The only sound present was the little pink figure scraping its way along the wooden board as it slid towards the next space.
> Anon decided that it was best just to continue with the game, after all it was something Pinkie had started in order to deepen THEIR relationship.
> She was playing with him and not that ‘nameless’ stallion.
> “Ahem…” coughed Anon, “I think it’s your turn Pinkie.”
> With this the mare sat up a little. She was still avoiding eye contact with Anon, something he took note of.
> “Do you have somepony that you want to be your special somepony?” mumbled the timid Pinkie Pie.
> ‘Fair enough’ Anon thought.
> He had asked her something personal, so she was allowed to ask the same from him.
“No I don’t have anyone that I want to be my special somepony.” Replied Anon.
> After hearing this Pinkie deflated a little and shrunk back in her seat.
> She stared at the board waiting for Anons piece to move.
> After a minute or so of staring, she realized something.
> Anons piece wasn’t moving and that meant only one thing.
> He was lying.
> “You’re lying Anon! You do have somepony you like! Who is it?” pinkie all but screams this at Anon, tears threatening to run down her face.
> Anon is shocked by the development, he did not expect her to react like this.
> Frankly speaking, he told her the truth. He doesn’t have ‘somepony’ that he likes, well at least he believes he doesn’t. But now looking down at the magical board game he begins to doubt himself.
> Pinkies face is scrunched up in anger; her eyes are locked unto his.
>>19935638
> “It’s Fluttershy isn’t it! You said that you loved spending time with her and her animals. Or maybe it’s Rarity, she’s really beautiful and classy, there’s no way you wouldn’t want her to be your special somepony.” She is now crying, her eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her face. She isn’t even paying attention to Anon, she is focusing all her energy onto her words.
>”It’s Trixie isn’t it? *hic* y-you always thought she was g-great and *hic* p-powerful…” at this point she had completely broken down and was nothing more than a sobbing pile of pink sadness.
> Anon just sat there in silence. He watched Pinkie as she poured her heart out.
> He sat there and watched her cry her heart out, completely dumbstruck but what had transpired.
> He began to think upon what had happened.
> Why the board thought he was lying.
> Why Pinkie was so distraught at the thought of him and somebody else.
> Why it hurt him so much seeing her likes this.
> He thought upon what she had said.
> ‘Who do I want as my special somepony?’
> He knew for sure it wasn’t Fluttershy, nor was it Rarity or Trixie.
> No, he knew it was none of them.
> He knew that there was only one pony that had such an effect on his heart.
> Only one pony who could be his special ‘somepony’.
>>19935672
I hate cliffhangers, but these are good ones nonetheless
>>19935672
“It’s Pinkie.”
> Pinkie looked up at Anon.
> Her eyes were red and her mane stuck to her face.
> She looked up questioningly at Anon, no quite believing what he had said?
> “Wh-what did you…” she choked out.
“ I like you Ponks.” He spoke softly.
> Her breath got caught in her throat.
> Silence permeated the room.
> Anon was staring into Pinkies eyes, his face stern and serious.
> Pinkie just sat there watching him.
> For her time had stopped. There was nothing more than him and her at that moment.
> She was waiting for a sign, a sign to tell her it was all true.
> And it came.
> A small sound was heard from the table they were sitting at.
> The little green pony was moving closer to the center of the board.
> She was shocked.
> It was true. Everything was true.
> Anon had just told her that he likes her. He had just told pinkie that he feels the same way as her. That he loves her.
> Pinkie’s mouth was agape, staring at the little piece settling on the board.
> She was at a loss for words.
“I guess it’s my turn” said Anon, completely ignoring Pinkies struck expression.
Anon leaned forward and spoke, “Pinkie…”
> The stunned mare shut her mouth and looked up at him.
> Her eyes searching his.
“Pinkie… would you be my special somepony?”
> Her heart stopped.
> ‘Did he just ask me to be his special somepony?’
> This thought circled through Pinkies mind.
> Her tears returned and were now running down her face.
> A small smile crept up from her lips.
> “I don’t know Nonny… There are a lot of other stallions out there that would love to be my special somepony.” She said as she hid her eyes under her mane.
> Anon froze, panic was spreading over his face.
“Pinkie-“ he tried to speak but he was instantly silenced by a pair of soft pink lips.
>>19936083
> Pinkie pie had sprung up from her seat and unto his lap. She had completely disregarded the board game and went straight for her ‘prize’.
> Anon was stunned by her actions but upon coming to his sense he quickly returned the gesture.
> What was only a few brief seconds to the outside world, was eternity for the two.
> That moment was bliss.
> They broke apart soon after to catch their breaths.
> Anon turned to Pinkie.
“So do I take that as a yes?” a grin spreading across his face.
> “Hihihihi of course Nonny. I will be your special somepony and you will be mine.” A small blush ran across her face. She buried herself into Anon.
> They sat there in each other’s embrace, content with the way things were.
> Anon thought back to the start of the game and had come to realize something.
> This was what Pinkie wanted, to know him better.
> He looked down at the devious little mare, a soft smile crept across his face.
> ‘Well whatever” he thought, “I got what I wanted too, I’ll let her slide… this time”.
> And with that he returned to hugging his special somepony. Her happy purrs warmed his heart.
> On the ground lay the board and in the middle stood a single pink Earth pony.
> A sign that Pinkie had won the game.End?
Okay, that's it for the short Pinkie fic. I hope you guys enjoyed it. If you guys want I could keep it going, I do have a few ideas I could play with but seeing as how I ended it here I don't think it would be wise. I don't know, majority vote?
Anyways, I hope this was enough to get some other writefags here in this thread and if not I will glady contribute more until we do get some.
This was fun, I hope we can keep this going.
>>19936142
Keep going you glorious faggot
>>19936142
I loved it. You're good at Ponk.
>>19936244
One vote cast.
>>19936245
Thanks. I tried my best.
>>19936142
I'd like to see those few ideas you have there writefriend. Please keep going.
>>19936538
Oh it's nothing much really. I was just planning to play off of the fact that Pinkie won they game and hence 'deserves' a prize.
Could go off on a feels tangent or towards the ever-loved clop.
I also wanted to write up the Cakes reaction to the new couple, maybe add a little 'slice of life' in there too, but frankly speaking, if I did that I would probably just be writing aimlessly. I don't really have a plan for this.never really did
Guys keep this alive for me. I have to get some sleep.
Hopefully I'll see you all tomorrow.
>>19938432
Goodnight sweet prince.
Anyway, now that writefriend one is gone, I could try writing a story in his absence. I don't have a premise, so if anyone does I'd be all ears.
If we can't come up with anything, I could just start by having Ponk and Anon shooting the shit and see where that leads. It would probably suck, but I'd be willing to try.
>>19938891
I want to take a spin too, but I probably suck at getting Ponks right.
>>19939047
It would by my first writefag attempt, so if you have experience then I doubt I'd be much better.
Either way, someone should do something.
Bump
I'm amazed the spamposter has been gone for so long
>>19941231
I'm guessing he got banned for dub-gets.
>>19941231
He never shows up when there's a story happening.
bump
>>19941826
Oh wow my keks.
Though I think the quote was, "They all float down here."
>>19942890
>>19932676
like an unexpected song.
bump
Pinks is a pretty girl
butt
>>19933961
Get this nigger a pastebin
>>19941255
Yeah, Scruffy can be a real bitch about those. He bans me every time I point them out, even if someone else already has and the rest of the post was on-topic.
>>19946139
Fucking good. Pointing them out is asinine and shitposting insofar as it's completely irrelevant to all content.
Morning/Evening guys. I'm glad to see that this is still here. I've got class today but I'll try and see if I can get some green up for the thread.
>>19939047
>>19939791
You guys don't have to worry. We are all pretty much novices here. More green is always welcome. Have a go.
>>19946593
Oh Grim-sama, I anticipate your sweet, sweet greens for my eyes pleasure.
marshmallow ponk
Bumping for plenka po
bump
Hey there Anons, I'm back! Anyone miss me?
I'll be parking here for a bit. I'm working on a story idea for the thread. I'm also taking suggestions for stories in case any of you want drop something.Although, don't expect much
Lastly, writefriends are welcome and encouraged.
That is all. I'll be waiting.
I try to believe all that fanart that tries to portray Pinkie as being dead inside as just cocked-up nonsense but the show doesn't really do a good job of debunking that.
She only seems to live for the sake of everyone else. If everyone were to ignore her she seems to break rather quickly.
>>19954530
Sadly, that does seem to be the case. I blame head canon,"Party of One" and the 'Smile Song' for making Pinkie seem that way.
But hey, at least it gives us writefags something to write about right?
>>19955020
>>19955028
YOU MONSTER!!!
>>19955028
You monster!
>>19955041
>>19955050
>>19955137
Are you trying to get us to forgive you Anon? Because it'skindaworking.
>>19955137
That file name doe.
I'll post a bit of random green I whipped up for the Pinkie thread. I made this yesterday for one of the random Pinkie threads(the one about how many Ponks it takes to change a lightbulb), because reasons. I tried to clean it up a little. Anyways, here's what I got.
>>19955215
Please forgive me
>>19955249
Hnngg. I DEMAND MOAR!
>>19955248
> Be Anon
> And right now this fucking light bulb is pissing you off.
> It's constantly flickering.
> You feel a migraine coming up.
> You swear that it's doing it on purpose.
> On. Off. On. Brighter intensity of on. Blue. Off.
> Freaking Celestia! Stop it already!
> ON OFF ON ON ON ON OFF ON
> That's it.
"PINKIE!" you scream across the room.
> A certain pink mare pokes her head out from doorway of the den.
> "Yes Nonny?" she asks you while giving off a giggle.
> She beams a smile at you.
> You swear that shit is almost as bright as the light bulb.
"Could you do me a favour a change this light bulb? It's giving me a migraine and you know what happens to humans when they get migraines."
> Her smile falters a bit.
> Her mind wanders to the image of a big green mean Anon smashing Sugar Cube Corner.
> She gulps.
> "Sure thing Nonny, I'll be back before you can count to one!" and with that she dashes off.
> Surely enough she does return before you can count to one.
> On her snout is a light bulb.
> How she carries that shit without dropping it you'll never know.
> She grabs (?) onto the light bulb with a hoof and proceeds to jumps towards the light socket.
> You watch her for a while.
> The sight of her jumping up and down is amusing to you, also the fact that her rump jiggles everytime she lands is a bonus.
> Yeah, you've been here in ponyland for way too long.
> After a brief (yet satisfying) display she settles down.
> She just sits there for a few seconds, contemplating on how she can solve this dilemma.
> You start to feel bad for the mare.
"Pinkie, if you want I could-" she jumps up suddenly, not even allowing you to finish you sentence.
> "I GOT IT!"
> She strikes a triumphant pose and pulls out her party cannon.
> She begins to load the light bulb into the cannons shaft.
> 'Oh no' Is your only thought at this point.
"She wouldn't" you say to yourself.
> She aims the cannon towards the ceiling and proceeds to pull the string fuse.
>>19954757
Well there's also Pinkie Pride, where she gets the impression that she has no value to the community if she's not throwing parties.
It takes until the end of the episode for everyone to remind her that isn't the case but she got mighty depressed before that ever happened.
>>19955275
"NO! PINKIE, DON'T!" You scream, but it’s too late.
> The bulb is sent flying through the air, hurtling towards the flickering annoyance.
> The bulbs meet in a glorious clash of glass and confetti.
> Shards of glass and pieces of colored paper rain down from the ceiling.
> You cover Pinkie Pie with your body.
> A few shards hit your back.
> You are pretty sure that by now you look like a fucking porcupine.
> After the explosion, all that is left is a dark room and a floor littered with glass and streamers.
> Both of you just stand in the dark.
> Both of you are stuck there for various reason.
> You were in a daze. Too stupefied at what had happened to even begin moving.
> Pinkie was stuck there because, well... it was dark and glass was everywhere.
> You turn to Pinkie.
"Pinkie, how the hell are we going to clean this place? Its pitch black" you say this with a slightly annoyed tone.
> You know that migraine you were trying to avoid? It has you by a chokehold and is squeezing your head like a grape.
> So much for relaxing.
> Pinkie thinks for a moment before finally smiling and looking up at you.
> "I've got it Nonny!"
> Pinkie Pie brings her hooves to her mouth and makes a whistling sound.
> And with that a light bulb seemingly pops out of its socket.
> You stare dumbfounded.
> 'Ah... fucking physics breaking cartoon logic.'
> You head hurts too much to question anything.
> You and pinkie proceed to pick up the shattered glass, careful not to cut yourself.
> After an hour or so the both of you finish and you return to relaxing in the den.
"Fina-fucking-ly." you say as you breathe out and begin to relax.
> As you say that the light bulb above you begins to flicker.
"FUCKING FUCK!"
> Just another day in "shitty electrical wiring" Equestria.
>>19955276
Well I guess that's how Hasbro wants to portray Pinkie. For me the whole 'Fragile Psyche Pinkie' is just something other Anons are into and canon, it doesn't affect me one bit. It depends on you. It's more of a perspective thing than anything else I guess.
Truth be told, I sometimes indulge in fiction about Pinkie being 'dead inside' but aside from that I still see Pinkie as being the perfect pink pone she is.As crazy as she may be.
>>19955258
Ok
>>19955468
Do you make these Anon?
>>19955588
Sadly, I do not. It is someone on derpibooru that makes them.
>>19955588
Well, would you look at that.
>>19955890
I like them. They make me want to drawfag.
>>19954757
Smile even explicitly states that.
>There's one thing that makes me happy and makes my whole life worthwhile
>And that's when I talk to my friends and get them to smile
So she really is miserable and without a purpose without others.
On the plus side, she probably has a Dunbar's number in the tens of thousands.
>>19957038
>There's one thing that makes me happy and makes my whole life worthwhile
>And that's when I talk to my friends and get them to smile
Yeah, Hasbro isn't exactly helping my case here.
Again, you can read into it all you want but at the end of the day it's pretty much just a perspective thing. In my opinion (going full autist here), Pinkie Pie was pretty much just adding in lyrics for the song she was singing, it sounded right for the subject of the song and so she added it in, I don't really think that she actually feels that way.Then again she is a cartoon pony, what would I know
> On the plus side, she probably has a Dunbar's number in the tens of thousands.
I wouldn't be surprised, she has an amazing memory after all.
>>19957132
Well, it is a Hasbro character. Party of One also goes along these lines. It's not an unrealistic character type except in the sense that Pinkie has always been more cartoonish than the other characters.
Extroverts do tend to become depressed when others snub them, because they actually care about and invest their energy in others.
Compare to Twilight, for instance. She could have and probably would have gone the rest of her life buried in books if Celestia hadn't basically forced her to become more social.
>>19957283
You make some interesting points. Do continue. I enjoy reading your take on Pinkie's character.
As for now, I have to head off to bed. I have a couple of exams tomorrow and I am pretty sure the 3 hours of sleep I'll be getting tonight won't be enough.
I hope to read more of what you have to say tomorrow.
>>19957517
But before I leave, here's a T-shirt.
Because reasons.
>>19957530
10/10 would occasionally wear in public
>>19957530
>>19958020
>EQG
>>19958196
>THATS NOT A PONY, STOP LIKING THINGS I DONT LIKE HURRRR HURR DURR!
>>19958442
This scene reminds me of why I love Ponk so much.
At first, I told myself that I should hate this scene, since it was another one of the "lol randumb" jokes that seemed to had infected her at the time. But, I laughed at it anyway. The joke was dumb, but she said it with such enthusiasm that I was immediately able to look past it.
In short, Pinka Ponga makes everything better.
>>19958859
>Can't deal with the fact EQG a shit
>>19958442
What is this episode ?
>>19959423
Three's a Crowd
>>19959483
Thanks.
Bamp
>>19960673
Bump
>>19960819
Bimp
>>19959444
Your numbers have gone unchecked for too long anon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC0qk2LLohc
>>19958994
truer words have never been said anon
even with her real stinkers I can still appreciate her contagious happiness
Grim.
Get your writefag arse over here.
HASBRO DEMANDS.
bonk
>>19964351
A shitty dump to compliment your shitty dump.
Bumpity
Quick no hooves break
Back to your regularly scheduled hooves programming.
I think I found a real life Pinkie Pie.
And she's in porn.
http://www.efukt.com/21063_The_Giggliest_Girl_in_Porn.html
>>19970486
I'm not clicking that, at least not now, but your association is hilarious.
Would Pinkie Pie make porn in order to make people she's never met happy?
>>19963015
OH SHIT! What's Hasbro doing here? What do you need of me Oh corporate one?
Anyone up for some green?
This is still a working progress so the posts might be a little slow, but don't worry it'll all be worth itI hope.
Just a little heads up; this will probably be the longest thing I have ever written. I planned it that way so that you guys have something to actually look forward to when you come to this thread.
Anyways, here's the green.
>>19971627
“Fucking weather”
> You pull your scarf against your face as you try to fight off the cold. The cheap, thin fabric barely helps but at least it’s better than nothing. At this moment the only thing on your mind (aside from how freaking cold it is out here) is your journey home.
> This week has been hell for you. Assignments, projects, exams and not to mention all the shit you’ve had to put with from your Professors. You just wanted to go home, sit on the couch, open a book and relax. But it seems that the universe wasn’t done making your day as horrible as it could be.
> The sky turns dark and heavy. The crackle of thunder is heard off in the distance.
“OH HELL NO! Not now! Not when I am so close to getting home!” You yell up at the sky. As if in response to your outburst, the sky begins to crackle and a few drops of water hit your face.
“Don’t you dare” you snarl.
> Too late. The gates of heaven bust open and Noah’s flood comes crashing down to earth.
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIIIIIIT!”
> After what seemed to be an hour of continuous running through the rain (although it more like five minutes) you make it to your front door. You stand there for a few seconds, fumbling with your keys. It was getting dark and your focus was at an all time low. Being cold, wet and tired didn’t help you that much either. At this point you had given up any hope of enjoying a relaxing evening; all you really wanted now was to sleep. You finally manage to get the door open. You pull yourself in and shut the door behind you.
“Home sweet home…”
> You are exhausted, oh so very exhausted. You make your way to your bathroom. You didn’t even care about the fact that you were tracking mud all over the floor; the desire for sleep was too powerful. The door swings open as you step in. You strip yourself of the drenched clothes and step in the shower.
>>19971681
> Turning the knob, you are hit in the face with a blast of hot water. The water streams down your body, washing away all the dirt and stress along with it. Grabbing some shampoo, you lather it up in your hands and proceed to massage your scalp. The hot water seems to have given you back some of your energy because now you are currently belting out show tunes while scrubbing your back. You turn the water off and step out of the shower. Water dripping off of your body, you grab for a towel and start to towel yourself off. Once dry, you make your way down the hall and towards you bed room.
“Man, am I sleepy. Maybe I should try my hand at hibernation? At this point, I think I could pull it off.” You give off a small chuckle. It seems that taking a shower restored a little bit of your energy, not enough for another all-nighter, but just enough to lift your spirits.
> You slip into your pajamas and crawl into bed. Outside its still raining cats and dogs, the pitter patter of the rain against your windowpane is the perfect music to lull you to sleep. You snuggle under your covers and breathe in deeply, the scent of you comforter sends a warm feeling throughout your body. A small yawn escapes your mouth and you find yourself drifting off to sleep.
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“Mmmmm, pancakes”
> The smell of freshly cooked pancakes invades your nostrils and pulls you out of your stupor. Your body urges you to investigate the source of that ‘heavenly scent’ but your mind is content with just laying there in your warm bed. You lie there breathing in deeply, trying to savour the delectable fragrance while drifting in and out of consciousness.
> Inhale. “Mmmm, pancakes…” you mutter as you snuggle into the bed.
> Exhale.
> Inhale. “Cotton candy…”
> ‘This smell is out of place but not unwelcome’ you think to yourself as you proceed to sink further under your covers.
> Exhale.
> Inhale. “Woman…?”
Bump
>>19971873
> This smell was sweeter than that of the pancakes and cotton candy. You find yourself smiling as you bury your head deeper into the pillow. ‘This is nice’ you find yourself thinking. Slowly but surely you find yourself drifting off to sleep.
> “’Cause I love to make you smile, smile, smile…”
> The sound of cheerful singing brings you out of dreamland. You sit up and begin to rub the sleep from your eyes. Slowly but surely you begin to wake up and as you do, you begin to notice something. This isn’t your room.
“This isn’t my room…”
> Standing up, you begin to take a look around. The entire room is Pink and covered with streamer. You feel as if you just walked into an eight year old girl’s birthday party. Now normally you would be all for birthday parties, but the fact that it seems you were abducted from your home and taken to one puts a damper on your ‘party spirit’.
“Where the fuck am I?” You question yourself, hoping that the answer will come to you.
> “'Cause all I really need's a smile, smile, smile… Yes I do” sings the mystery voice.
“There’s that voice again! It’s coming from down stairs!”
> You begin to make your way out the door and down the staircase. As you walk you take note of how small and colourful the house is. There are various pictures of small colourful horses strewn across the walls and on tables.
‘The people living here must have some pony fetish. ‘
> After a while you reach the kitchen. As you walk in a stray ray of sunlight hits you in the face, momentarily blinding you.
“Arghh!” is what escapes your mouth.
> “Hehehe, Gummy the Pancakes aren’t ready yet, you just have to wait a bit long…”
> You rub your eyes, trying to get them used to the light. The cheerful voice you heard seems to have gone quite. Your vision adjusts to the brightness of the room. Looking towards the stove you come face to face with a puffy pink horse
>>19972339
> The horse is just staring at you. It’s mouth hanging wide open. The little pony has an expression of confusion painted on its face. You can’t help but smile.
“Heh, it’s kind of cute. Why hello there horsey, how’s it hangin?” you extend your fist to the pony, snickering at yourself.
‘Man am I a riot’ you think to yourself.
> The little thing tilts its head in confusion before smiling and moving it’s hoof towards yours.
> “Nothin dude, just making some flapjacks!”
> The smile on your face freezes.
> Did that little mare just talk? That couldn’t be true. You look back at the mare. She is waiting for you to say something. You start to feel a little under the weather. Maybe you have a fever? It would explain some things.
>The pony begins to giggle.
> “Hi there, I’m Pinkie Pie what’s your name?” Questions the little pink equine.
“AAAHHHH!!!” you begin to scream.
> “AAAHHHH!!!” the pink horse joins in.
Today is going to be a weird day.
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I'm going to have to stop there for tonight guys, I have some stuff to do and I have to get it done tonight. I'll paste some more tomorrow. I hope to see you guys then.
Good night.
>>19973252
Bemp
>>19977811
Bump
>>19978849
B-Bump? I'm out of ponk to post...
>>19978958
https://derpiboo.ru/search?utf8=%E2%9C%93&sbq=pinkie+pie&commit=Go
here you go 80 thousand to choose from
Bump for the road
>>19955028
>>19959212
>Opinions.
Best horse.
She's gonna rekt your ass in Street Fighter 2.
bumpin with best pone
Hey guys, I'm back.
I just got home from my evening class and man am I tired. Don't worry though, I will be typing up some more green for the thread soon.
Speaking of green, could I get your opinions and criticism on my green? I am relatively knew to this and I really do wish to improve. Any input would be great.
Grim is here to serve.
The hat looks pretty good on the OP.
I wish leninfag already fucked up and left us alone.
>>19986515
Why? I wasn't here when he was in this thread. What did he do?
>>19987262
It is not just this t6hread, he is always shitting Pinkie threads.
When he isn't he creates other threads to say Pinkiefags are shit.
anybody got some other good pinkie pie pastebin? something with romance?
Someone needs to preserve that.
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