"O-oh wow is that bouquet of roses for me? Anon, I.. I've changed my mind, you know the other day, when you asked me out, and I brushed you off.. I kinda thought you were just pulling a prank on me, but, if you're serious, I'd love to go out on a date with you."
>>25695565
I'd love to.....b-but there's something you need to knowTwilight loses her wings in the Season 6 Premiere[spoiler/]
>>25695565
>no sweater over uniform
>no tiny knot on her hair
cute but not enough
>>25695565
She looks so... normal for EqG.
Actual human color skin, red hair with some light-purple streaks, those beautiful eyes behind the glasses.
[spoilers] G-guys I think I'm in love [/spoilers]
>>25695639
Doesn't Indigo Zap have normal skin? She looks like a regular white girl.
Well with not natural hair color, but still.
>>25695639
>spoiler failed
YOUR SECRET IS OUTfag
>>25695657
>bullying
Rude
>>>/b/
didnt we have something like this some time before?, about both moondancer and anon being spergs or something?
I gotta say, she looks better humanizedCorrection: I like her that way
We need some green
>"I'd love to go out on a date with you."
>You spit out the soda that you were drinking and meet her eyes.
"A-are you serious?"
>She nods her head.
"Wow, that's awesome!"
>You stand up from your lunchtable and give her a hug.
>Her cheeks go red as she shyly returns the hug.
>You release her from the hug and smile.
"Thanks for taking me up on the date. Trust me you won't regret it!"
>The bell rings and you grab your note book.
"Sorry I have to get to class, wanna meet up at the end of the school day?"
>"Of course. Right after 9th period." She pecks you on the cheek. "See you later Anon"
>You stand there grinning like an idiot. You realize that everybody was already leaving the lunchroom.
"Shit!"
>With your notebook in hand you run to the exit.
Cont?
>>25696204
continue m8
>>25696204
I'm ready
>>25696204
>hugging and cheek kissing before the first date
Jeez, what a slut.
>>25696264
Sluts are my fetish, continue writefag.
>>25696264
Or a sperg who doesn't know how shit workswhich i like
>>25696232
Got you F.A.M.
>The past few classes pass by horribly slow, you glancing at the clock every few seconds wasn't helping either.
"Come on, come on!"
>"Mr. Anonymous!" The balding teacher yells.
>You glance away from the clock and lock eyes with your science teacher.
"Yes, Mr. Dirkly?"
>"Do you care to explain why you are talking while I am teaching?"
"Uh,"
>You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you see the class is staring at you.
"I uh."
>"What's wrong Anon? Cat got your tongue?" The blue haired boy known as Flash Sentry says.
>He laughs at his own terrible joke.
"Screw off Brad!"
>He frowns.
>"My name is Flash Sentry!" He shouts.
>"Enough!" The teacher yells. "You two shut up before I send you to the Principal!"
>You shut your mouth and cross your arms.
>What a fucking asshole
>>25696374
THIS, do this!
Make her fuck on the first date because she thinks that's how it's supposed to go.
>>25696398
>The bell rings and you grab your books and make your way to the classroom door.
"Finally"
>You walk through the crowded hallways of CHS.
>People are talking and laughing as they grab their things out their lockers.
>You pay no attention to them, you were more focused at the task at hand.
>You stop at your locker and grab the lock and begin to enter the combination.
>"Sup Anon?" Rainbow Dash asks you as she opens her locker.
"Not much, just got myself a date."
>"No kidding? Well good on you man"
"Thanks, hopefully it won't be a one time thing"
>"You can only hope, right?" She grabs her volleyball shorts and places it on her shoulder.
>"See ya later. Gotta get to practice!"
>She runs off leaving you at your locker.
>You chuckle and grab your bookbag.
>How does she manage to be so full of energy?
>>25696545
>Walking through the hallway is a lot easier now that people had cleared out.
>You make your way to the front entrance and look through the glass doors.
>You spot Moondancer standing next to the statue.
"Well here I go"
>You open the glass door and begin walking towards her.
>She smiles when she sees you.
>You stop in front of her.
"Hey."
>"Hi Anon"
>She plays with her hair and nervously glances at the ground.
"Why are you being so shy?"
>She blushes and turns away from you.
>"It's just that..."
"Just what?"
>"I never been on a date before."
>Oh my god, she's never been on a date before? What do you say?
>You could totally take advantage of this.
>You mentally slap yourself.
>Don't be a weirdo.
"That's okay, I won't judge you."
>She glances up and meets your eyes.
>"You don't think I'm a loser?"
"Of course not. I'm actually surpised."
>"What do you mean?"
"It's just that your..well beautiful."
>Her cheeks turn red and she turns away from you.
>"You don't mean that."
"I do, and I'm going to prove it."
>>25696710
>"What do you mean prov-"
>You interrupt her by pushing your lips against hers.
>Her eyes widened as her mind processes what was happening.
>Instead of questioning it, she closes her eyes and wraps her arms around your neck.
>She was a very sloppy kisser, but it didn't bother you.
>You place your hands on her hips.
>Damn she had some nice hips.
>You continue making out for a few more seconds.
>You break the kiss and a line of saliva connects the both of your lips.
>She stares at you with confusion and amazement.
"How was that?"
>"It was amazing."
"Good, because there's gonna be more of that later."
>"Later?"
"Of course, we still got a date to go to."
>>25696823
>Sugarcube Corner, the best place to have overly sweet food, with too many calories.
>You and Moondancer enter the building.
>You glance around for a open table and to your luckily you spot a open booth.
>You sit down on one side of the table and Moondancer sits opposite to you.
>"What do they sell here?"
"Cake, doughnuts, cookies and other pastries."
>"Sounds great."
>You open the small menu and look through the assortment of pastries.
"I'm going to have some cookies and milk, what are you having?"
>"Iced doughnuts"
"Cool, I'll order it."
>You stand up from the booth and walk to the counter where Pinkie Pie was standing.
>"Hiya Nonny!"
"Hi Pinkie. Since when did you work here?"
>"Since forever silly!" She smiles. "What can I get ya?"
"I'm going to need three chocolate chip cookies and one iced doughnut."
>"No problem!"
>In a blur your food was placed on a tray.
"What? How the?"
>You glance up at Pinkie who was smiling.
"How did you do that?"
>She giggles.
>"A girl has her ways."
>Okay then.
>You grab your tray and place the money on the counter.
>"Thank you"
>Pinkie smiles and you walk back to the booth.
"Here you go."
>You place the tray on the table.
>Moondancer grabs her doughnut and takes a bite.
>Damn she's cute.
>>25697048
I'm gonna go to sleep. If you want me to continue, you can bump this thread or make a pastebin.
A good name would be "Moondancer and Me."
>>25697080
This story is boring. Sorry writefag
>>25697080
bump. Maorrrr
>>25697107
True,
the story has no gimmick and the writing style is boring
>>25697191
Gimmick?
>>25695565
thanks, just let me buy some condoms
>>25697218
It's more like "this is happening. Like it."
I don't see anything that says keep reading for me, and if I might be do bold it's a bit rude and egotistical to tell your "readers" to keep the thread bumped or to make you a pastebin. Make your own fucking pastebin
>>25697266
Nice dubs
>>25696429
B-but, she's so innocent
>>25697349
ur headcanon doesnt count
>>25697349
agreed. nerdy love at the right time and all that. bump
Ah yes, Moon Dancer; the waifu we never knew we wanted. Reflecting on aspects, one could see Moon Dancer's introduction as if fulfilling some prophecy. As if, she were the Omega-Waifu.
>>25695565
>Normal sized eyebrows
Throw out your tweezers and then we'll talk
>>25695565
>No eyebrows
>No silly looking umkept hairdo
>No worn out sweater
The fuck is with this Twilight recolor?
Get this weak shit outta here.
>>25695565
Can someone put the bushy brows back on?
>>25698176
>If Twilight had gone to Moondancer's party she would still be a Twi recolor with glasses
Gimme 10 minutes to evacuate my bowels and I'll shit something out of equal quality for the thread
>>25698471
Gotcha, will bump for you good sir.
>>25698471
Have you ever had those kinds of shits where you look in the toilet and wonder what you're doing with your life?
Anyway onto the story, I guess
>Snappy Title:I hate myself edition
>You're snapped out of your daydream by the harsh screech of the final bell.
>3:10
>You glance down at your chemistry notebook and realize that you hadn't written anything down for the last half hour.
>Mentally slapping yourself, you close it and decide to yourself that you'll just read the chapter when you get home.
>The teacher usually just read out of the textbook anyway.
>As you're packing away your book, you cast a sidelong glance at the reason for your space-out.
>Just to your left, Moondancer was gathering her notes and placing them in her bag.
>You feel your face get warm, and your mouth become dry as you gaze at her.
>She turns to you, noticing that you're looking at her, and smiles.
>"What's up, Anon?"
>You slightly shake yourself out of your trance and muster up a response.
"Oh! Uhm, Nothing. I-I was just going to ask if you had plans this weekend? I heard the bookstore got the new Calradian Crusades deck."
>Ever since you met her in middle school, you've been head over heels in spaghetti-induced love with her.
>When your family moved from Californeigha, you were extremely hesitant, to put it quite mildly.
>Suddenly uprooted from all your friends and thrown all the way across the country into Manehattan.
>You felt so out of place.
>Alone.
>Unable to push yourself into many of the well-established group of friends, you found solace in the library.
>There, you met people more of your caliber, who shared similar interests with you.
>To put it more bluntly, they were a bunch of nerds.
>Forgoing the typical interest in cars, sports, and the such, you and the group bonded over your interests in video games, books, and movies
>Every brunch and lunch was spent in the library, playing Calradian Crusade and making wisecracks about current events.
>>25698908
>Everyone became a good friend to you.
>But you grew the closest to Moondancer
>Her expression changes to pure joy.
>"NO WAY REALLY?!?"
>She clamps her hands to her mouth, realizing that some students are looking at her.
>Even the teacher is staring at her.
>Her face turns a brighter shade of red than her hair.
>You place a hand over your mouth in an attempt to suppress a laugh.
>Moondancer furrows her brow and pushes you in mock anger.
>"It's not funny.."
>She crosses her arms and makes a pout a kindergartner would envy.
>This only makes your attempt at concealing your laughter even harder.
>You turn your head away in an effort to conceal your laughter, as you feel your ability to keep it in wearing down.
>This only annoys Moondancer more, as she continues packing her stuff with a huff.
>Gathering your fortitude, you turn back to her with a smile.
"Yeah really."
>She looks up at you in mild irritation as your response sends you into a small fit of giggles.
>With another huff, Moondancer slings her bag on her shoulder and makes for the door.
>"Maybe I'll just get it myself, then."
>You stop mid laugh and pull your backpack onto your back and follow her out into the hall.
>You catch up to her as the both of you make your way through the throng of students eager to leave for the weekend.
"You'll need me to get it though."
>Her gait doesn't skip a beat, her attention focused on the living maze in the hallway.
>"Oh yeah? And why's that?"
>You push past the sentient cotton candy known as Pinkie Pie pulling muffins and cupcakes out of her locker.
"Because I passed by there this morning on the way to school. There was a huge line there. At least 20 people."
>"They can't all be there for the deck."
"I can guarantee you they are all there for the deck.
>You notice that doubt is forming across her face.
>You lean over and say in a slightly singsong voice.
"But since I know someone who works there, I could get it for you before they start selling it."
>>25699277
>She turns to you, and you can swear you saw a twinkle in her eyes.
>"Really? You can do that? And for me?
>God she looks so cute.
>You bring yourself back to reality before your thoughts get any more perverse.
"Of course I can. What else are friends for?"
>A smile bursts onto her face, threatening to tear her face in half.
>"ohmigoshthankyousomuchwhatwouldidowithoutyou!"
>You chuckle at her energetic outburst.
"Probably be forced to wait in line with 30-something year old disappointments only to find out that the deck is sold out?"
>She giggles at your response as the both of you reach the exit to the outside world
>You push the door open so you and Moondancer can escape, and are greeted by the blinding light of the afternoon sun peeking out through some clouds.
>The two of you shield your eyes as you walk out in search of your car.
>You spot your dull gray car, and motion Moondancer to follow you.
"Cmon, Moon! I'll take you home after we get it."
>She smiles warmly in response and follows you to your car, clutching her bag anxiously.
>You two walk past a bunch of athletes engaging in what you assume is banter about the soon to be homecoming game.
>Not wanting to catch the attention of them ,you put yourself in between them and Moondancer, walking as calmly as possible.
>The two of you pass by without any incident as you make it to your car.
>You unlock your car and motion for her take shotgun as you take your position behind what you like to call the helm.
>Moondancer takes her seat and places her bag between her legs.
>Her beautiful, smooth legs.
>Legs that lead up to gorgeously shaped thighs and...
>Focus, anon.
>Your parents would be pissed if you got distracted while driving.
>You've been a good driver for this long, no need for an accident now.
>Turning the ignition, you feel your car roar to life.
>You plug your phone in and select a song from your extensive playlist.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQCmS3ZO6R8
>>25699663
That's about as much as I have the energy for for tonight. I'll make a pastebin and continue tomorrow.
Thoughts?
>>25699689
http://pastebin.com/aqv1YrMP
>>25695565
bump
>>25695565
bump
>>25695565
bump
>>25699689
Honestly yours is no different in terms of entertainment from the last guy other than the " nerd love" troupe . You're seeming like you're rushing things, then giving weak exposition as an excuse. Also, why use pony names for the human world?
>>25701410
>Rushing things, then giving weak exposition.
Duly noted. I had the same problem back when I was writing for another thread. Burned out too easily. I'll keep an eye on that.
>Pony names
I guess it just feels....weird to use real world names. I've seen other writefags do it before so I thought it was alright
I'll post something out of insomnia-induced boredom
>>25695565
Oh, no these roses are for me.
>>25701859
Eh, I dunno about the pony names. I don't know if having "New York" or "Chicago" or "Toronto" would make much sense in the EQG world. But that's just me.
From your friends in NST.
>>25700376
>>25699663
>You pull out of your spot slowly, taking care to avoid the neighboring cars and a lamppost.
>Great success.
>You shift your car into drive and make your way through the rows of cars in a half-rushed effort to make your way out to the streets before other students get in front of you.
>You can go off of experience to say that if you aren't the first one out of the lot, you're usually stuck in there for another 10 minutes.
>With everyone else trying to get home as well, the rush would clog up the lot and the streets, making it nearly impossible to get out.
>You carefully navigate through the last row of haphazardly parked cars and see the exit.
>Scanning the area around the exit and seeing no cars you push the gas down and make a break for the exit.
>You feel a sigh of relief escape your lips as you reach the main street.
>You look both ways, making sure that your turn is clear.
>Seeing that the light to the left was red, you're satisfied that you're clear and pull out.
>Feeling a smalleuphoricrush, you think to yourself how smooth that was.
>You rarely got out that easily, if at all.
>Passing by the front of the school, you're reminded of the reason why.
>A large banner out front read "PONYVILLE HIGH HOMECOMING THIS SATURDAY".
>Everyone must volunteering to set things up or something.
>You take some pride in never having gone to any of the Homecoming games or dances.
>Sports never interested you.
>And you were never the best dancer.
>You also make a slightly sad note that you don't own any clothes more formal than some button down shirts.
>Moondancers catches your attention, her voice filled with eagerness as she begins to fantasize about the new expansion.
>"Oh my gosh Anon, you have no idea how excited I am to get this new deck! I can't wait to finally be able to counter Test Tube and his cursed..."
>You feel your attention drift off as you enjoy the sound of Moondancer's soft voice.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s88r_q7oufE
>>25695565
Uhhh. sorry moondancer. After you rejected me I decided to go after twilight instead. I had no idea what I was thinking going after a loser like you. Me and Twi have a date now, move along.
>>25701859
Good work Anon. I read yours completely through. The other guys was just bad
>>25702437
I'm flattered, but I think Optimals will be far better than mine
>>25702600JUST DO ITfgt
>>25702600
Uh. No his won't.
Bumping in lecture to keep thread alive
>>25695565
Really, sis?
>>25695565
bump
>>25695565
bump
>>25702161
Back from tutoring and daily self loathing
>Her voice makes you feel warm and comfortable.
>You lean back in your chair a little as you enjoy the sheer pleasure of Moondancer simply being around you.
>Whenever you've had a bad day, Moondancer was always the one that you went to help forget about your struggles.
>And she would in turn seek you out whenever she was having difficulties.
>From parents to schoolwork, you've always had each others back since middle school.
>Your thoughts once again turn back to your feelings for her.
>Every single day you've wanted to tell her how you truly feel.
>Only for you to spaghetti out of it and tell yourself that tomorrow will be another day.
>At the end of the day you would sit in your room, left with nothing more than empty fantasies and a damp pile of tissues.
>You bury your sadness under excuses.
>She sees you as a friend.
>She probably likes that Norman guy you've seen her talk to once.
>She could do so much better than you.
>Each thought deepens your self-induced depression.
>"Anon? Hellllloooooooo, Anon? Romulus to Anon?"
"H-huh? What?"
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dq8YcRi7DD4
>"I asked if you were going to get the deck as well."
>You had actually forgotten why you were driving in the first place.
"Oh! Ye-uhm..Not really. Maybe if there's enough left in stock.
>You rub the back of your head nervously.
"I mean I said I was gonna get one just4u"
>"R-really? You'd let me have the Sultanate of the Sand?"
"Of course! I still have fun with my Nordic Fury deck,anyway. "
>She shuffles in her seat uncomfortably, a blush forming on her cheeks as she looks down at her feet.
>"Are you sure? I could let you borrow it when you want and..."
"Moondancer."
>She looks back towards you.
"Moony, it's fine. It's all yours."
>She smiles warmly and turns back to face the road, muttering something under her breath.
>"...go...me."
"Hmm?"
>>25706227
bump for the moonstuff.
>>25695565
bump
>>25706227
>Her head snaps back to look at you, her eyes filled with shock.
>"Wh--w-what?"
>She must not have thought you were going to hear that.
"Did...you say something?"
>[Blushing intensifies]
>She starts twirling a section of hair in her finger, avoiding eye contact with you.
>"I-uhm-I-I-I s-s-said..Th-Thanks! Yea...Thanks..."
>She quickly looks away from you, out the window, to the floor.
>She looks everywhere except back towards you.
"Uuuuh...No problem?"
>You both sit in silence as you approach the bookstore.
>"Holy fuck..."
>Moondancer turns to see what elicited such a reaction from you.
>"Oh my..."
>The line in front of the bookstore stretched further than just 20 people.
>People were packed onto the sidewalk all the way to the corner of the block.
>You had no idea Calradian Crusade was this popular.
"There must be at least a hundred people waiting for the deck."
>Moondancer squints at the line, and then points to a spot in the crowd.
>"H-hey that's Test Tube over there! A-And Slide Rule! They must be here for the deck as well!"
>You chance a glance at the line, and sure enough, there they are, in all their nerdy glory.
>It reminds you how out of place you are amongst your friends, being the only one taller than six feet and weigh more than a hundred pounds.
>The two look like they would be blown over by wind no stronger than a breeze.
>Moondancer turns back to you, a worried expression forming on your face as you pass by the bookstore.
>"Anon, where are we going? What are we going to do? We can't possibly get past that line!"
"Relax, Moony. Like I said, I have a guy on the inside."
>You turn onto the next street and find a suitable parking spot, away from the eyes of the crowd.
>You unclick your seatbealt and exit out your door.
"We can go around the back, where they bring in the shipment, and he'll let us in."
>She seems to be reassured in your plan, as a small smile creeps back onto her face.
>"Alright. I trust you."
>>25707010
>Your heart skips a beat at hearing this.
>She. Trusts. You.
>There's only one other sentence she could ever say to you that could make you feel any happier.
>The same sentence you've been trying to tell her for so long now.
>You feel a smile on your face, but suppress it with your best efforts so you don't seem too weird.
>You close the door to the helm, and double check to make sure you have everything in your pockets.
>Got to make sure you have everything with you.
>Phone, check.
>Wallet, check.
>Keys, check.
>You flick a glance over at Moondancer, and catch a small sight at her thighs as pulls her bag out of her car.
>Spaghetti, check.
>Making your way up to the sidewalk so as to avoid the traffic, you walk up to Moondancers side and match her hurried pace.
>You notice that she still seems a little on edge.
"Moony, are you alright?"
>"Huh? Oh, I'm still just...just a little worried about the crowd"
>She quietly gulps, her eyes darting to you and back towards the sidewalk.
>"I-I mean...wh-what if Test Tube or Slide Rule sees us? They'll know something is up"
>Something tells you that something else is getting her riled up.
>But you decide not to press it.
"Like I said, we're going to go around the back."
>You point to an alley, across the street from where you parked.
"We'll cut through there so as to avoid anyone seeing us."
>Moondancer looks at the alley, then back to you, then nods.
>You still see the nervousness in her eyes though.
>Something else has to be up.
>As you reach the crosswalk and wait for the red light to appear, you look down at your phones screen.
>3:37
"They probably won't open their doors for another half an hour, so we have time to burn."
>Moondancer nods in recognition, still casting her eyes downward.
>You're starting to get a little worried.
"Hey Moony...You ok?"
>She perks up at her nickname and looks to you, putting on what looks like a semi-forced smile
>"Ye-Yeah! Everything is great!"
>>25707010
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>>25707299
Created a new pastebin, one that I can actually edit.
I'll be back tonight, maybe
http://pastebin.com/W95D8fhQ
>>25707376
bump
>>25707376
Loving this, it feels a lot less 2 dimensional than the other story. The other story was basically 100% wish fulfillment, this has a bit more effort put in. Thanks for stepping up, i need some depth to my lewds,i can't schlick to bad writing.
>>25695565
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>>25695565
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>>25695565
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Sorry, I might not post until way later in the night, if at all.
>tfw computer science major during finals
JUST
>>25696204
9th period? Where are they, Japan?
>>25695565
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>>25695565
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>>25698908
>Have you ever had those kinds of shits where you look in the toilet and wonder what you're doing with your life?
yes, every single time
Fuck you all! I put my heart into my fic and you faggots hate it?! YOU NIGGERS ARE THE WORST!!!!!!
>>25711507
Its good, get back to putting it out
>>25711525
NO!! ITS OVER! ILL FUCKING HACK YOU BACK TO REDDIT! LEAVE US BRONIES ALONE!!!
>>25711530
Awww I wanted to read more. just because your a bitch that cant take a shitpost doesn't mean you should stop. Now are you gonna finish your tantrum and your story or not? it was getting good. bump
>>25711553
never mind, come back to the conversation when you get your meds troll.
>>25711567
NIGGER FAGGOT C**T!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL HACK U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIE TROLL...............BITCH!!
>>25711575
Fascinating, you have to be the rudest person I've met in these threads.
>>25711507
>>25711530
>>25711553
>>25711575
Holy shit calm down.
>>25695565
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>>25695565
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>>25695565
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>>25695565
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>>25711507
Must not be a lot of heart then. It was worth the value of cheap toilet paper
>>25695565
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>>25711575
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>>25695565
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>>25711507
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>>25711575
lmao
>>25695565
bump
Dude it's a prank, there's a camera rite there!
>>25697048
You best come back and continue this shit, you masked mother-hugger.
>Want to continue story today
>Studying for finals, finishing final programming project, gym, and helping a friend out with programming
>Also have a paper I haven't started yet
If I have time today I'll crank out a couple chunks.
Sorry guys.
>>25695565
bump
>>25715229
We can make a thread on the weekend dude, don't burn yourself out
>>25695565
bump
>>25715229
no problem, keeping the thread going for based writefags is a sacred duty.
>>25715060
This guy had a mental breakdown, I don't think hes coming back
>>25715060
Dont I know you from somewhere, as a writefag?
>>25695565
bump
>>25707299
I have time for a little update
>She seems more nervous now
>Her arms straight at her sides, almost as if she was standing at attention.
>You raise an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Are you....sure? You seem kind of-you know...on edge."
>Her eyes dart around every which way, almost like she's looking for an excuse to just pop up in somewhere other than her head.
>She looked really cute when she was nervous.
>You wanted to grab a hold of her and hug her tight.
>And run your hand through her soft, scented hair.
>And kiss her beautiful lips.
>You wondered what she tasted like.
>Maybe raspberry.
>Your mind starts to form passionate scenes of the two of you melded together in a twist of limbs and clothes hastily torn off.
>You imagine Moondancer, moaning your name, and looking into each others eyes, seeing nothing but love and desire for each other.
>Your pervertedness is interrupted, as out of the corner of your eye, you notice that the crosswalk sign gives the all clear signal, accompanied by the telltale beep.
"Let's go, Moony! We're almost there. I'll bet you'll feel better once you've gotten the deck.'
>She looks relieved, as she nods happily and follows you out across the street.
>The two of you make it to the other side just as soon as the light turns green.
"This way, into the alley. Gotta be careful not to get spotted."
>Moondancer follows closely behind as you enter an alley between the bookstore and an Italian restaurant.
>Your nostrils are assaulted by conflicting smells, divine and disgusting.
>Parmesan and piss are not a good combination.
>You eventually reach an area behind the buildings where both businesses receive shipments.
>Behind the bookstore lies a large loading dock, covered by a metal garage door. A smaller door sits next to the dock.
"This is the place."
>You turn back to Moondancer.
"Hold up, I'm gonna let my guy know I'm here."
>She nods and stands close by, eyeing the general vicinity as you pull out your phone.
>>25717428
It was another faggot posing as him
>>25718899
I have been waiting for this
>>25718899
"Let's see here...Bourne...Bane...Ah here we go."
>You tap the contact and bring the phone to your ear.
>You wait patiently as the phone rings
>Eventually you the ringing ends, and you hear heavy breathing on the other end.
>"Yo dude."
"Hey Bookmark. What's up man?"
>Bookmark sighs and responds, the impatience clear in his voice.
>"What is you want?"
>You feel wounded.
"Whoa man tone it back."
>Another sigh comes from the other line.
>"I'm..sorry. It's just all these people at the front of the store. They're banging on the window and yelling at me to let them in. The deck isn't even that good, in my opinion."
"That desperate for the new deck huh?"
>"You don't know the half of it. And to top it all of, Page Turner, my only other available worker, called in sick, but I know he ain't."
>Ouch. Bookmark had to work this all on his own?
>Page Turner was calling in sick more often than actually coming in.
>Bookmark had to deal with a hundred people all on his own
>But then an idea pops into your head.
"How about I come in and help you?"
>Silence.
>"You know I can't do that. I can't pay you unless you're an official employee."
"I'm not looking for money."
>More silence.
>"Damnit not you too."
"Look it's not for me alright? It's for a friend."
>You see Moondancer perk up slightly.
>Yet more silence.
"Look I only need one deck. I'll help with the rush, and you can dismiss me whenever you're done."
>"...Alright."
"So that's a yes?"
>"Yeah yeah. But I'm only doing this because I don't want these jerks rushing me like a bunch of god damn Zerglings after the Queen patch."
"Got it. I'm in the back right now. You can let me in from there."
>"What th-You're already here?!?"
>You rub the back of your head, as if Bookmark could see this gesture.
"Yeeeeaaaaaaaaa I kinda just was hoping to just get the deck and go, but this way I don't feel like a TOTAL leech."
>"..."
"Bookmark?"
>"We'll talk about this later. For now I'll let you in."
"Cool"
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>You and Bookmark both hang up and you slide your phone back into your pocket.
>You walk over to Moondancer, who had taken a seat at the bottom of the stairs.
"Well I have good news and bad news."
>She looks up at you with a mixture of confusion and nervousness.
>"What is it?"
"Good news is the deck is yours."
>There's that sparkle in her eye again.
>She rushes up to you and hugs you tightly, saying thank you at such a pace that that Pinkie Pie chick would be amazed.
>Her smaller stature and your height makes it so that her arms are wrapped around you just above your stomach as she nuzzles against your chest.
>The feeling fills you with an unprecedented warmth that you savor for as long as you can.
"But."
>She stops and looks up at you.
>"But what?"
"I have to work for it. Bookmark is the only one working here and he needs help."
>Your words look like the hit her like a sandbag.
>She looks incredibly saddened by this news.
>"I'm sorry..."
>What.
>"For what, Moony?"
>"For making you do this much for me."
>She turns away from you, hand resting on one of her arms and her head hung down in guilt.
>"I'm making you do a lot just for me..."
"Hey, listen to me."
>You gently put your hand on her shoulder.
"I want to do this for you. It makes me happy to do something for a friend like you."
>She tenses up when you say "friend".
>"Anon..."
"Y-yea, Moony?"
>Just as she turns to you, the back door swings open, and a heavyset man with a beard and ponytail walks out.
>He looks at the both of you from behind his thick framed glasses.
>He speaks with a huff and motions for you to follow him.
>"Cmon Anon. We're just about to open up."
>You walk up to the door and stop just outside the doorway and glance at Moondancer.
>She's looking away from you, with a sad look on her face.
"Hey Bookmark, mind if Moondancer waits for me inside the back?"
>"I don't care. She can work as well, for all I care. I need the help."
"But you said earli-"
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>"I know what I said earlier. That was before more people showed up"
>Your eyes shoot open in shock.
"You're telling me there's more?
>"Yea, the line wraps around the block, now get in here!"
>You turn to Moondancer.
"What do you say? Want to help Bookmark and I quell the beta uprising?"
>You see a smile peek out and a small giggle comes from Moondancer.
>"Y-yea, that sounds good."
>She follows you into the backroom, where piles of books and boxes of books stretch to the ceiling.
>The two of you follow Bookmark as he effortlessly navigates through the maze of inked paper.
>He moved well for a big guy.
>Bookmark fishes keys out from his cargo shorts as he approaches another door, jams one in the door handle, and opens the door for the two of you.
>As you walk behind the counter, you inhale the wonderful smell of antique books and paper.
>The store was big for the amount of people who ran it.
>The right side of the store contained massive rows of genres ranging from fiction to romance.
>To the left was magazines, pulp novels, and of course, the various packs for card games.
>There were several stands with the Calradian Crusades logo lining the wall, filled with the brand new deck.
>A stand up of a Sarranid Mamluke was propped up, flanged mace raised, ready to strike.
>It was positioned closely next to the stands, almost like some sort of scarecrow.
>Or scarenerd.
>As you chuckle to yourself at the your mental jest, Bookmark points a stubby finger at you.
>"Anon, I want next to the stands, making sure no one pockets anything with their Cheetos covered fingers."
"Me? Why me?"
>He looks at you just said you preferred Deep Space Nine to The Next Generation.
>"Because you're the only one I know out of anyone that touches any form of gym equipment more than once a year."
>You're not sure how to take that.
"Thanks...I guess? But I-"
>"No buts. MoonDancer. I want you behind the counter with me. I want these cretins out of my store as soon as possible."
>>25719850
Moar please
>>25695565
>no sweater
>>25719850
>Moondancer nods in recognition.
>Bookmark pushes his glasses up and adjusts his shorts.
>"I don't expect too much trouble from these people, but don't slack off. I expect this shouldn't take longer than a couple of hours with your help"
>You nod your head, taking in his instructions.
>Bookmark provides a crash course on the register as you survey the crowd once more through the glass at the front
>Everyone is staring into the store, looking at you, Bookmark, and Moondancer.
>The ones looking at Moondancer watch her with a stare that would make even you uncomfortable.
>You swear one of them is drooling.
>You make a mental note to watch that one.
>"Alright, Anon, go stand over there and look intimidating. Moondancer, get behind the counter. I'm gonna open the doors."
>You take your place next to the stands and watch as Moondancer walks behind one of the registers.
>As Bookmark approaches the front door, you see the crowd start to shift slightly, then more fervently, as more people push and move in an attempt to be in front of one more person.
>You hear the crowd start to shout and cheer as Bookmark pushes out into the crowd, taking care as to not let anyone get past him.
>Even though the doors are shut, you can hear Bookmark bellowing out to the crowd.
>"ALRIGHT EVERYONE LISTEN UP. I WANT NO FIGHTING, NO SHOVING, NO FUNNY BUSINESS. THERE'S PLENTY OF DECKS HERE AND MORE COMING IN SOON. ANYONE SEEN TRYING TO COP A FREEBIE WILL BE DEALT WITH."
>You see several people nod their heads among the crowd, but you're sure there are people in there that don't care.
>"I'LL BE KEEPING MY EYE ON YOU ALL."
>Bookmark reaches for the door handle.
>The anxious feeling you get makes you remember a scene from one of your favorite movies
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlOxiwGLAkY
>You brace yourself as the door opens.
>>25719158
>Zerglings
>SC references
You have ALL my attention m8!
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>What comes next can only be described as a torrent.
>People shoved each other out of the way to be the first in the door.
>Bookmark tries to keep people from rushing in, but ultimately gives up and opens the other door to prevent congestion.
>Most of the crowd makes a hurried beeline for the stands, while a sparse few meander around the store, seemingly uninterested in the the ruckus.
>You stand between the stands and try to look as intimidating as possible by imitating a kind of bouncer.
>Standing as straight as you can, puffing out your chest slightly and crossing your arms over your chest.
>Your posture looks like it works to some degree, as some of the meeker looking of the crowd eye you nervously as they grab their prize and rush over to Moondancer to pay.
>Others either regard you with an air of contempt or just completely ignore you.
>Either way doesn't matter to you. You're not here to impress them.
>You're here for Moondancer.
>You look over at Moondancer, who's hard at work processing each person at a steady pace.
>It seemed like most people were paying with cash, so it wasn't too difficult.
>That didn't come as a surprise to you, as most people here were probably paying with money lent from parents.
>She's biting her lip lightly in concentration as she focuses on each payment.
>It was an adorable look, one that made your thoughts turn once more to passion-filled encounters.
>In your mind, you see her biting her lip, head thrown back as you bring her ever closer to the edge.
>It almost makes you lose focus.
>Almost.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you catch an overweight neckbeard with fedora try to secretly slip a deck into his fanny pack.
>Your head snaps to him as you make direct eye contact with him.
>He stares at you nervously, a sheen of sweat already forming on his cheeks.
>You continue to stare him down, turning to face him.
"You going to put that back?"
>"W-wh-what?"
>>25720783
I'm clocking out for the night
Pastebin is updated
http://pastebin.com/W95D8fhQ
Hope everyone is enjoying it.
>>25720797
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So where's this optimalfag?
You better Comeback back finishing this story of yours before some randomfag does
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>>25717428
Fuck, I wanted more of this.
>>25717544
Might be from Momma Pinkie thread.
>>25696823
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Anyone got an idea for a greentext to keep the thread more alive?
I might write more tonight, but no promises
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>>25711575
Clearly an impostor, this is why you always use a trip namefags
>>25724554
Just keep what you have started going, cant think of anything else at the moment
>>25724579
I just might not be here to wrote today or tomorrow, what with exams coming up. I'd hate for this thread to 404 with the majority of the posts being "bump"
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>>25724802
just gonna have to wing it
>>25724812
I do have a possibly good idea for this story, but I want to ask you guys before I write it in. If not I've got another good idea for how to write the story normal.
Plot twist or no plot twist?
>>25724917
No plot twist then, I guess
>>25722275
Yes, that's exactly where I know you from. Did you stop, or something? I lost the pastebin
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its good as it is keep it up m8
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>>25728106
I'd cuddle her
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u-unf
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>>25725460
Yeah I had to stop 'cuz I went in the hospital. I tried to write again but I've found a job and it's taking too much time.
I'll send a link to the pastebin once I get home.
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>>25720783
"I saw what you just did. Are you going to put that back?"
>His heavy breathing becomes more ragged and beads of sweat are forming on his face.
>Almost like social interaction requires strenuous physical exertion.
>Probably the most that he has.
>"I-huff-huff-I-I-I du-dud-dunno-huff-wh-wha-"
>Your patience was wearing thinner with each stammer and blubber that passed from his jowls.
>You take a step closer to him in an attempt to intimidate him.
>And your nose is assaulted with a variety of unpleasant smells.
>Each breath exhaled smells like concentrated failure and mountain dew.
>He reeked of some kind of spray on deodorant or cologne, with an undertone of unwashed clothes.
>It took everything you had not to gag as you stare him straight in the eyes.
>At this point most of the crowd had stopped pushing and shoving and was staring at the two of you.
>The thief starts to shy away from you slowly, and you continue to close the distance.
>He's going to try to run.
>The thought almost makes you laugh out loud in his face.
>But if he made a break for it, that would mean one less deck.
>Which could lead to there not being enough decks.
>And Moondancer wouldn't get hers.
>You calm your growing anger and think of a course of action.
>You could just call Bookmark over here to deal with this.
>Or...
>You take another step as you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to you.
>You barely maintain a grip on his shirt as the fabric is probably as greasy as his skin.
>You put your face within inches of his, making an effort to keep a straight face as the smell worsens.
>He's struggling to maintain what little composure has left, quiet whimpers escaping from his mouth.
"Give me the decks."
>His face is drenched in sweat as he continues to blubber in an attempt to save himself.
>"HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON OVER THERE."
>You turn to see Bookmark making his way over to the two of you, a rather angry look painted on his face.
>"Anon, what the fuck are you doing?"
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>You release your captive and point your thumb at him.
"I caught this guy slipping a deck into his little fanny pack."
>Bookmark turns his head to look at the thief, his frown growing larger.
>The thiefs eyes widen as he looks at Bookmark, fervently shaking his head back and forth at him.
>"N-NO! I di-didn't do it! He-He's lying!"
>His eyes dart all around the store, looking for some from of escape.
>All the people staring at him are probably making him feel backed into a corner.
>Bookmark takes another step forward as he extends his hand out..
>"Give it to me."
>The thief just stares at him, unsure of what to do.
>"Wh-what?"
>Wrong move.
>Bookmark was known for having a short fuse.
>The anger on Bookmarks face was probably visible from all around the bookstore.
>Bookmark quickly reaches down to the thief's fanny pack, and rips it off of him.
>The thief just stands there in absolute shock as Bookmark yanks the other deck out of his hands.
>Bookmark just turns away and walks back to the register, leaving the thief standing there
>"Anon, please escort him off the premises."
>You nod as you turn back to the now shamed thief, visibly upset with the situation.
"Are you going to at least walk yourself out? Or do you need me to assist you?"
>He sniffs and wipes his face with a crusty sleeve as he slowly turns to the door.
>The first good choice he's probably made today.
>You trail right behind him as he drags his feet, head hung low in utter humiliation.
>Whispers and a few snickers can be heard among the crowd, as they watch you hold one of the doors open for the wannabe thief.
>The thief finally trudges out, finally off bookstore property.
>He turns to you, tears streaming from his face.
>"Ca-can I a-at lea-least ge-sniff-get my fa-fanny-sniff-pack?"
>You almost feel some degree of pity for him.
>But what kind of person would you be if you didn't give it back?
>>25732863
Hes back
>>25732863
Moar? Bump
>>25733080
Glorious day!
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