Any room for best background pony?
>>19581086
ample room
Bump for cello pone
Jeffmango come finish your fucking story
>>19581440
glad I'm not the only one waiting for based jeff
>>19581440
It'll be back tomorrow or Saturday, most likely.
Life is hectic though, so I can't really make any promises.
>>19582187
Dude, you're all over the place.
>>19582187
Bby come back, you can blame it all on meeee
>>19582187
yes yes yes moari love you jeffno homo
>>19581086
>Best background pony
>Not pic related
Eagerly awaiting the return of both based writefags. On a side note do either of the writers have pastebins?
>>19582657
Jeff Mango: http://pastebin.com/jAcMiprF
LensCap: http://pastebin.com/2djFLJeZ
what now, bitches?
>>19582781
now, we humanise
Can we get some people to help out this thread?
>>19583340
>>19581086
Applejack is best background pone
>>19582576
Learn to share faggot.
>>19581086
There's always room forcello.
>>19585696
That's like saying
>There's always room for Jell-O
I don't get it.
>>19585747
You must be amaster baiter.
>>19586711
shove it, kalros
>>19587312
I like Octavia as an Earth pony, but it for some reason I can see her as a unicorn as well.
>>19587339
Probably because of her status in Canterlot. I tend to believe unicorns would be more prominent there.
Bumpin'.
>>19589496
>Unicorn octavia
>she still plays her cello by hoof for either better quality of music or tradition
I can get behind this
>>19594008
I remember this story a while back set in the mirrorverse, partially centred around mirror-Vinyl (a unicorn strings-player who might as well be unicorn-Octavia). The story had her playing her violin by hoof normally, but during the grand finale, she used her magic to levitate and play two violins at once.
>>19587339
>I can see her as a unicorn as well
I see a donkey.
they're adorable together
>>19599208
>Tube AMP
Nope.
>>19601381
Pleb.
For bump Jeff blah blah I'm gay for his writing.
The other writefags here need to do something.
If not, I'll be back soon.
bamp
>>19601381
>do you even into theremin?
>>19604148
Writefag #2 again. I'm still around. Just working on some other stuff at the moment. If the thread stays up I can probably start writing again today.
>>19607638
Yay!
>>19581464
>>19595665
>>19596981
>>19609571
>scratchtavia
>>19581086
room?
how about ...
bedroom?
...
...
...
(puts on sunglasses)
yeaaaaaaaaahhhh!
>"Anonymous? How... How is this?"
>"..."
>"I've never really worn lingerie for anypony before..."
>>19610639
Pastebin from previous threads: http://pastebin.com/2djFLJeZ
>It wasn't hard to get a hold of Rarity's address.
>Word travels quickly in Canterlot.
>One of her business cards was easy to come by.
>The same could not be said of Anonymous.
>Even with all the gossip that swirled about in the city, this Anonymous was a ghost.
>No one seemed to know where he lived exactly, what he did for a living.
>Or even his last name.
>So you'll have to go through Rarity.
>You scribble a polite note, asking her to bring herself and Anon to Canterlot Symphony Hall on the date of the performance.
>Unfortunately, inviting Rarity to your performance is a necessary gambit.
>The thought of bringing her makes you cringe, but, she's the only shared connection you have with Anon.
>Suddenly, you notice that you're shaking as you write.
>Were these feelings real?
>Did you actually like Anonymous?
>And were you really this desperate to get his attention?
>The whole thing feels like a shot in the dark.
>Was he even interested in ponies?
>And if he was, that still didn't mean he was interested in you.
>You feel like a filly, back in high school
>Dropping a note in someone's locker.
>But when you are reminded of how boring Canterlot has become for you, well, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea.
>You carefully slide the two tickets into the envelope, seal it and write Rarity's address on it.
>You head downstairs and put the envelope into the mailbox outside your building.
>Well, here goes nothing.
>>19611014
>The two weeks pass quickly.
>You got a letter from Rarity in the mail just a day after you sent her the tickets.
>"Dear Miss Melody,
>"Anonymous and I would be simply HONOURED to attend your prestigious event.
>"Thank you kindly for such a generous offer!
>"And such fine seats as well!
>"We are truly touched that you would think of us, your fan-"
>You decide not to slog through her laborious vocabulary.
>You can practically hear Rarity's voice ringing in your ears as you read it over.
>Fortunately, it seems like Anonymous is coming with her.
>Good.
>That would have been a nightmare if you plan had backfired and only Rarity had decided to come.
>The fact that Anonymous is interested is still at least a step forward.
>Your music and your status as a musician didn't seem to impress him very much the last time he was in Canterlot.
>So perhaps this is a good sign?
>The two weeks pass quickly in a blur.
>As you prepare for the upcoming concert, you imprison yourself in your apartment.
>Practice is all you seem to do.
>You pause for meals and to bathe, as well as to sleep
>But every spare moment you can muster is spent with your cello.
>This performance must go to plan.
>It must be your crowning achievement.
>Something so good, even someone as indifferent as Anonymous will be impressed.
>A thought distracts you from time to time, however.
>Do you want Anonymous to be impressed with your music?
>Or just you?
>>19611340
Gonna get some food and continue later tonight.
JEFF get your ass over here c:
I do not like this pony.
>>19613154
I'm working on Quills and Sofas right now, but I'll post a few updates here later.
Why do I stretch myself so thin?
>>19613207
Yeah, aren't you working on a Coco Pommel thing right now too? Not to say they aren't all good, just you're all over the place.
>>19613241
I am. I might have gone too far in a few places.
>>19613746
I know the feeling. I'm the one doing the shorts in that thread. But I'm also not working on something as big as Quills and Sofas, while studying physics.
>>19613181
Your words have moved us deeply.
>>19613897
holy shit you're studying physics?
as in physics major?
mah nigga, nice to know I'm not the only one
>>19614352
Well, what I meant to say is while I'm balancing a few projects too, I've got it kind of easy, considering you're a physics major and working on some long-form stuff. I took a few classes in college, never really went anywhere, though.
>>19614478
hey thats fine by me
I'm just happy to find someone else who has studied physics in some regard past high school
>>19614352
>>19615190
I think he was referring to me. I'm studying physics (and Russian, as a minor), while trying to write this story, Quills and Sofas, and now a Coco Pommel oneshot.
>>19615650
Rather, what was going to be a oneshot, but has now evolved into another long-term project.
>>19615650
This.
>>19615190
Sorry for the confusion, other anon. For some reason I keep showing up in the same threads as Jeff Mango.
>>19615725
Heh, me too. I'm in all three of those, and was in Quills & Sofas too from the first post.
Speaking of great background ponies, we need a trixie thread.
>>19581086
Sure, but tell us why we don't see the rest of her quartet in the fandom? The old gray mare is always seem with them in the show.
>>19616284
What old gray mare? The only Greg made in her group is Octavia herself I think. I think it is because the 2 of the four look like OCs and the pianist/violinist is male there for not as interesting.
bump
COME CHILDREN I BRING GIFS
>>19581086
Octavia is a supporting character, not a "background pony". Background ponies are the extras that appear for no other reason than to simulate the set's population. Octavia exists to fulfill a role (playing music in a venue, for instance).
>>19628401
>>19628757
>what is DÃa de los Muertos
>what is a calavera
>>19629662
Writefags get on this. We need spooky Octavia.
>>19629662
>DÃa de los Muertos
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGcWOapC49A
>>19629828
>voltaire
mi negro
>>19629937
You are in a cabaret with Octavia and this guy slap her ass, what you do?
>>19629961
Double-team her with him while listening to "The Devil's Bris"
>>19630129
>liking Voltaire
>being older than 15
>>19630191
>not realizing 90% of his music is tongue-in-cheel
>>19630191
>Not liking Voltaire
>being this much of a faggot
>>19630256
Alright there Night Pain
bump in hopes that canterlot cocktail writefriend will return
LET THERE BE LIFE!
>>19637635
>"Drop your underwear, Anonymous!"
I'll be back to writing at some point today.
>>19638419
HE HAS RETURNED
>>19638419
>>19638419
Gotta bump that thread up!
Continuation from many, many past threads
Part 1: http://pastebin.com/jAcMiprF
Part 2: http://pastebin.com/XXNbz2eL
>Needless to say, you don't feel like spending the night here
>Without even opening the door, you turn and head down the landing toward Anne's apartment
>The lights are on, and you can hear some sort of commotion going on inside
>Maybe she's having a party?
>Well, you'd hate to interrupt her fun, but you have to make sure everything's okay
>You walk up and knock on her door
>Anne opens, not wearing her usual leather coat
>She looks surprised to see you, and immediately backs up until only her face is peeking out of the doorway
>"Anon! V-- what are you doing here?"
"Um, those 'Trinity' guys came by again. I wanted to ask if you'd seen anything."
>"See anything? Um, no, I haven't. They must have come by when I was out."
"Really? Damn, those guys are crafty."
>You shove your hands into your pockets, your frustration making the cold even less pleasant
>You glance back into Anne's house, where most of the commotion seems to have halted
"So, what's up? You havin' a party or something?"
>"Um... yes."
>You try to peer around her to see who's there, but she closes the door just enough to block your vision
>"Sorry, it's, erm... I haff to go."
>Quickly, she ducks back inside and shuts the door
>Man, she sure is skittish
>You're sure all this trouble with the Trinity has been really hard on her
>Maybe you'll drop by and visit again tomorrow
>But right now, you've got your own problems
>Like where the hell you're going to sleep tonight
>You don't have any way to contact Octavia, and there's no way Vinyl's gonna be coherent right now
>Which leaves you with one option...
>>19641098
>>19641098
Writefag, pls.
>>19641098
>As usual, Soarin's voice is laced with lethargy as he answers the phone
>"Hello? Who is this?"
"It's me. I know this is sudden, but can I stay at your place for a few nights?"
>"Stay here? Why...?"
>You give him a few seconds to process
>"Oh, yeah, the Trinity! Oh jeez, have they come back?"
"Yeah, a couple times."
>"And you stayed? Dude, you're crazy."
"I know, I know. But seriously though, can I stay with you?"
>"Yeah, yeah, sure. Jus' lemme... clean up a bit, and I'll come get you."
>Knowing Soarin, cleaning up will probably take until tomorrow morning, but you agree
>Surprisingly, the pegasus shows up only twenty minutes later
>He swoops down from the sky, still sporting that goofy uniform, and lands in front of you
>His eyes widen when he sees the smashed window
>"Whoa, whoa, when did this happen?"
"A few days ago..."
>"Dude, why didn't you tell me?"
"Uh..."
>You'd been kinda preoccupied with the drama with Octavia
>"C'mon, man, we're supposed to be friends. I wanna know about stuff like this."
"I know, I know, I'm sorry. There's just been a lot going on lately."
>Soarin surveys your apartment again
>"Yeah, I can imagine. Well, should we get going?"
"Sure. And hey..."
>You put a hand on his wither
"Thanks, man."
>Soarin smiles, and you notice he looks even more tired than usual
>Guess that's something to discuss later
>He flutters down to the street, grabbing a cab by the time you've reached the bottom of the stairs
>Celebrity status sure has its perks in this city
>>19641276
YESSSS. Thank you based Jeff!
>>19641276
>The ride is quick, in contrast to your usual excursions through Canterlot
>Soarin's apartment lies right in the affluent center of the city, no doubt surrounded by various other horse celebrities
>The cab pulls up in front of an ornate, vaguely-medieval highrise that stretches at least twenty stories up
>Soarin chuckles, uneasily
>"Heheh, yeah, I'm kinda on the top floor. I forget other ponies can't fly sometimes..."
"Eh, it's fine. I could use the exercise anyway."
>"I'll go up and get some dinner ready, okay?"
"Right."
>You get out from the cab, hauling your guitar case and a sack of your clothes and other possessions after you
>By the time you reach the top, your legs are burning, and your arms are numb from the shoulder down
>You did not need the exercise that badly
>Soarin's apartment has the door open, and a warm light is seeping out from it
>You stop just outside, bracing yourself as you get flashbacks to Octavia's apartment
>If hers was that bad, then Soarin's place must be...
>Eh, quit being to picky
>You can put up with as ten Octavias worth of mess if it means a place to stay
>And so, prepared for the absolute worst of bachelorhood, you step into Soarin's residence
>...
>It's fucking immaculate
>All the furniture still has that crisp, just-bought sheen to it, everything is tidy with mathematical precision, and the place is ever so subtly scented with lilacs
>Well, this is a level of irony you're not entirely prepared to deal with
>You step outside, and take a few deep breaths, before reentering
>It feels like your vary presence is dirtying this place
>Soarin appears from the kitchen, looking more than a little bashful
>"Sorry if the place doesn't look its best. I tried my best to straighten up before I came over."
>You raise an eyebrow at him
"Seriously? This place is cleaner than most hospitals I've seen."
>"Heh... I guess I'm kind've a neat freak."
>>19641565
"Hey, it's all good. So... what's for dinner?"
>Soarin leads you to the kitchen, where a big bowl of steaming pasta awaits you, along with some fresh-looking green salad
"Soarin, you are the least 'bachelor' bachelor I've ever met."
>He blushes at that, and smiles, but you also that same tired sadness hidden in his eyes
>As friendly as he's tried to be, you can tell something is really bothering him
>The two of you sit down to dinner, enjoying the food as you chat about your respesctive jobs, the usual
>You feel kinda bad about it though, because you have much less to complain about than Soarin
>Horror stories of working with Spitfire follow one after the other, each one more laughably horrifying than the last
>Meanwhile, you're jobs been pretty great for the most part
>You try to find some negative elements to emphasize, but, damn, Soarin's stories easily beat yours out
>"...and then, of course, I'm the one who has to clean it up! Even though her stupid stunt was what lit the banner in the first place."
"Why don't you tell her that, then? You gotta stick up for yourself, man."
>He shakes his head, sighing
>"You don't know what Spitfire's like, man. You can't talk to a mare like her. Especially not if you're, well, somepony like me..."
"What do you mean by that?"
>"Nevermind. So, how're things with you and Octavia?"
>He gets a bit of a weird look on his face when he asks about her
>You're not entirely sure if you should tell Soarin about what's been happening with Octavia
>She did ask you to keep it a secret, after all
>But you feel like you can trust Soarin
>And besides, the guy's letting you stay in his house, the least you can do is be honest with him
"Well... can you keep a secret?"
>Soarin nods, and you inhale deeply before beginning your story
>You tell him about everything that happened after the night on the roof, about the falling out, you warning Octavia about the threat, agreeing to work together again...
>>19642348
>...and end on that one, perfect day where everything between you two suddenly fit together
>By the time you finish, Soarin has a look of awe on his face
>"Wow, dude... that's amazing..."
"Kinda, yeah."
>Telling him the story has made you realize for yourself just how crazy all of this is
>"I'm so jealous..."
>His withers slump a little, and he gets that look in his eyes again
"Jealous? Oh, shit, man... were you interested in her too?"
>He shakes his head
>"No, not her specifically. It's just... I wish I were as good with mares as you."
>Something about the way he says it tells you that this isn't a recent development
"Me? Good with mares? Are you crazy, dude? I'm some weird alien freak, and you're a full-blown celebrity."
>"Yeah... not much good that does me, though. And being a weird alien is great. All sorts of mares are interested in you."
"All sorts? I'm pretty sure the count is a solid 'one' right now. And even she's somewhat dubious, most of the time."
>He shakes his head
>"You really gotta open your eyes, man. You hang out with Vinyl all the time, right?"
"Well, yeah."
>"You've got Octavia Melody, one of the most desirable mares in Canterlot."
"'Got' is a pretty strong word for a mare like Octavia..."
>"And even Spitfire jokes with Fleetfoot about rutting you sometimes."
"Rutting? I don't think I've even met her."
>"I know, man. I know."
>Soarin's head droops towards the table
>Suddenly, you realize something
"Wait... you like Spitfire?"
>He nods, dully
"Dude, she treats you like shit. Why?"
>"I dunno, man. She's just... she's just so amazing at everything she does, and we used to be so close, I thought..."
>Soarin chokes up a little, but tries to pass it off as a cough
>>19642348
>>19642686
Seeing Anon being total bros with Soarin makes this story even better. I wish I was half the writefag you are, JM.
Here ya go Aaron.
>>19643113
Looks like half mustaches
<---This is a thing btw
>>19646697
Oh hey real life thanks
>>19646697
Damn
Gonna post some more tonight after I finish up muh homework.
Also bump, I guess.
>>19642686
>You honestly have no idea how to comfort the pegasus
>Even though you were in a similar situation with Octavia, it seems like her and Spitfire are two very different girls
"That's... damn, dude."
>"I know. I'm sorry for unloading all this on you, it's just... I haven't told anyone. It hurts, man."
>Having the object of your infatuation treat you like dirt at every available instance?
>You experienced only a little of that with Octavia, and it was brutal
>What must Soarin have been going through, and for how long
"It's fine, Soarin, really. Anything you need to tell me, go ahead. Please."
>He smiles, though strain is etched into his features as he holds back tears
>You've always thought of Soarin as a bit of a lazy goof-off, but now you're starting to realize this stallion is tough as nails
>"Thanks, Anon. Really. Do you think... am I... agh."
>He shakes his head as he struggles to find the words
>"Am I a loser?"
>It takes you a second to process exactly what he's asking
"A... a loser? Dude, what are you, some different Soarin? You're a Wonderbolt! I mean, maybe I'm just some crazy alien who doesn't know anything about Equestria or whatever, but that seems like a pretty big deal."
>"Yeah, I guess. It's not as good as you'd think, though. Everyone judges you, but they don't really want to know you."
>You recall Octavia saying something similar
>"You're probably the only real friend I have."
>Oof
"Wow. It really means a lot to hear you say that, but... that can't be true. C'mon, man, you have to have other friends. What about your teammates?"
>He shakes his head
>"They've made it pretty clear we're not friends. They respect my ability to fly, I guess. But we're not close."
"And there's no one else? What do you do all day?"
>He shrugs
>"Practice, mostly. After that I'm too tired to do much of anything."
>>19649726
"Well... jeez, man. Is there anything I can do to help?"
>He shrugs again
>"Probably not. I dunno, everything just kinda sucks right now..."
"I know the feeling."
>Even though some things have gone well for you lately, you're quite familiar with the feeling of everything spiraling out of control
>The two of you sit in silence as the leftover pasta cools
"Hey, you know, why don't you come to one of my shows?"
>"I dunno, sorry. I meant to go to one, but..."
"Not for me, for you. You could meet some new ponies there. Most of them are pretty nice, even if you get some of the uppity Canterlot folk."
>Soarin nods, considering the idea
>"It's a start, I guess."
"Hell yeah, it's a start. These shows can get pretty crazy too, man, you'll love it."
>The idea seems to have cheered Soarin up a bit
>"Well, alright. If you say so."
>The two of you clear away the dishes, and spend the rest of the night on happier, lighter conversation
>Soarin bakes the two of you a pie, which basically tastes like everything right in the world
>Eventually he retires to his bedroom, and you stretch out on the couch
>Until tomorrow, crazy horse world, until tomorrow
>>19649965
Alright, stopping there for tonight. We'll be back to our usual Tavi-drama tomorrow.
>>19649981
Thank you m8. Have a good night.
>>19649981
You're doing gods work
>>19649965
Poor guy.
Bomp
Will you please us with your presence again Jeff? c:
>>19656227
Might as well post classical music whilst we wait.
Adagio for Strings
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dPDO3Tfab0
Pachelbel's Canon in D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOA-2hl1Vbc
Moonlight Sonata
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Tr0otuiQuU
Fur Elise
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mVW8tgGY_w
>>19656926
I've never really listened to classical properly but I'm kind of getting into it through various fusions, what would you say are the 'essential' pieces I should listen to?
>>19657399
Well those are my favourite 4 so far, so those.
Composers probably, Beethoven, Mozart tchaikovsky
I don't claim to be an expert though.
>>19657399
This is a great piece though.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRxofEmo3HA
>>19657877
I'm in pretty much the same total amateur boat, but I really love Bach's Goldberg Variations and Bach in general.
Also some odd ones like that Commie fuck Shostakovich. Wagner because of a friend.
>>19649965
>Tomorrow is a fair bit warmer and more comfortable than most tomorrows your used to
>Soarin wakes you with the smell of pancakes cooking in the kitchen
>He looks much happier this morning, and greets you warmly when he sees you're up
>"G'morning."
>You said warmly, not energetically
>Crossing the kitchen, you give him a friendly pat on the back before getting yourself some water
>The pancakes are delicious, as you'd expect, and as you eat you go through a mental checklist of everything you need to do
>You need to get the police, or guards, or whoever patrols this city to investigate the situation with your apartment, and this Trinity group
>You need to show up for your daily session with Octavia and Fancy
>You need to find living arrangements until things are cleared up
>And, of course, you need to continue your songwriting, of course
>"Anon? You okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just thinking."
>"Alright. Well, I gotta get to practice. But, seriously, call me again if you need a place to stay. You're more than welcome."
>It's a relief to hear that, although part of you hopes you can stay with Octavia again...
"Thanks, man."
>"You too. About last night, I mean. I'm really sorry about--"
>You cut him off with a wave of your hand
"You don't gotta apologize for anything. Friends gotta help each other out, right?"
>He nods
>"Right."
>The two of you embrace in the manliest of bro-hugs, and you head out
>The cold hasn't abated at all; in fact you think it's gotten worse
>You catch a cab quickly in this busier area of the city, and head back to your apartment
>Should be safe now that it's the middle of the day, you figure
>>19649726
>>19649965
>>19658566
He's back
>>19658566
>As grim as it is, the fresh gouge in your front door doesn't really surprise you
>Two days down, one more to go
>Fortunately, not much seems to have been touched inside
>Then again, you didn't have much for them to go through
>The rest of your meager belongings find their way into either a sack, or your one suitcase
>Which are then stored under your bed
>No matter what happens, you're leaving this place behind
>You've just gotta grab your guitar, and you can--
>*TAP TAP TAP TAP*
>Seriously?
>Well, you know who that is...
>"Hiiiiiiya, Anon!"
>Derpy's got her mailbag, as usual, and a pair of wooly earmuffs adorns her head
"Hey Derpy."
>"Did you have a party or something?"
>She gestures to the damage to your window and door
"No, Derpy."
>"What?"
"No, Derpy, I didn't have a party?"
>"Huh? Speak up, Anon!"
>You reach out and take the earmuffs off her ears
"I didn't have a party Derpy. This is from, uh..."
>Actually, that party excuse would have been a good one, dammit
"A bear. A bear attacked my apartment."
>Derpy's eyes go wide
>"A bear? Really?"
"Yep."
>"Wow. That's so cool! Er, I mean, it must have been really scary for you. But still, a bear in the city! Wow!"
>She flutters her wings a little, and smiles at you
"So... is there any mail for me?"
>"Oh, right!"
>She ruffles through her bags, and removes an official-looking envelope
>>19646469
For some reason I'm genuinely a little angered by this. I thought muh waifu would be safe. Apparently not.
>>19658882
Anon has the nicest friends in this story.
>>19658882
>Proudly, she hands it to you, an excited gleam in her eye
>"Well, what is it?"
"I dunno, lemme see."
>You tear the evelope open, revealing a sheet of gold-tinted stationary
>Unfolding it, you begin to read aloud to Derpy, who watched enraptured
/Dear Upcoming Canterlot Musician:
How would YOU like a chance to perform at the biggest event in all of Equestria? Yes, we're talking about the Grand Galloping Gala! All you need do is send us a sample of your work by November the fourteenth, and you'll automatically be entered for a chance to win a performance at this historical event.
Please mail to.../
>The rest of the letter is just an address and a regal-looking signature
"Damn..."
>"Wow! That's so cool!"
>Derpy rushes in and wraps her forelegs around your neck in a furry, feathery hug
>She pulls away just as quickly, looking embarrassed
>"Sorry... But really, that's great! The Gala, wow... that's the kind of event every pony in Equestria wants to go to!"
>Derpy stares wistfully out over the city
"Have you ever been to one?"
>She shakes her head
>"No, but... I hope I can, one day. It'd be so cool!"
>She rubs her hooves in excitement
>You look back at the letter
"Yeah. Cool."
>Once Derpy's left, you grab your guitar case for the trip down to Fancy's estate
>A chance to perform at the biggest event in all of pony-dom, eh?
>You can't really say you like your chances, but hey, it could happen
>What have you got to lose?
>The garden in front of Fancy's place has started to wither in the cold, and most of the fountains are frozen over
>A squad of gardener ponies patrols the stone pathways, and you wave to them as you cross the courtyard
>>19660590
>"Why does she wear the mask?"
>>19660068
Wait a minute.
My brain shat this out; is this going to wind up with Derpy, and Soarin dating?
>>19661680
>>19661690
Apparently your brain took a shit twice
>>19661836
I fucked up. Fixed a word. Leave me alone Dad.
Bump, gonna get back to work
>>19661690
That would be kind of cool. I want Soarin to get some love too.
>>19660068
>Secretary mare (you think Fleur called her "Etta" or something?) waves you inside, shuddering at the cold wind
>"Hurry up! You're letting the draft in!"
"Good to see you too, ma'am."
>You head through the winding, polished halls down to Fancy's office, slightly proud of yourself for finally learning the place's layout
>Pulling the familiar door open, however, immediately kills that good mood
>Fancy and Octavia are inside, and between them stands a bulky white stallion, still sporting that same faggy haircut
>Andante sneers at you
>"Well, I guess he remembered to show up after all."
>You glare at him, before turning to Fancy
"Did I miss something?"
>Fancy stands up from behind his desk
>"No. We've just been discussing plans for tomorrow's show."
"Wait, tomorrow?"
>All three ponies look at you like you're retarded, but with varying degrees of malice
>"It's Wednesday, Anonymous. You and Octavia perform on Thursdays, remember?"
"Um, yeah. Guess I just kinda lost track of time..."
>And you had a damn good reason; there's ponies trying to kill you, man
>Andante chuckles in the background, and you hear him mutter something
>"Anyway, I'd like you and Octavia to perform some of the new material, as a way to promote the upcoming crossover album. Does that sound agreeable?"
"Of course, yeah."
>You look over to Octavia, hoping for some kind of agreement
>However, she just keeps her eyes trained on Fancy, staying silent
>Um...
>Fancy addresses her instead
>"Ms. Melody? Is that okay with you?"
>Octavia fidgets with her bowtie, and you think you can see sweat under the fur on her forehead
>Andante steps forward
>"We're not sure if that's what's best for her image as a performer."
"What?"
>Fancy raises an eyebrow, and you detect a calm anger creeping into him
>>19663551
>"Need I remind you that Ms. Melody is my employee? Therefore, this decision is one for her and me alone."
>Andante grins smugly
>"Okay, Tavi. What's it gonna be?"
>Octavia's still fidgeting with her bowtie, and you can see sweat standing out against her gray fur
>"Um..."
>She looks to Andante, Fancy, and then to you
>"I'll... I'll need some more time to choose."
>Judging by the looks on Andante's and Fancy's faces, they're as unhappy with that answer as you are
>"I see. Well, please decide quickly then. We have much to prepare."
>Fancy stands from behind his desk
>"Well then, I'll leave you two to practice."
>Fancy ushers you out, and you can tell he's trying hard to remain polite
>Andante seems to lag behind to purposely annoy him
>When the three of you exit, he strategically positions himself between you and Octavia
>Octavia keeps her eyes trained on the floor the entire way to the practice room
>When you reach the familiar space, Andante wraps a foreleg around her withers, turning his back to you
>You hoped she would shrug him off, but she accepts the embrace neutrally
>It's a small gesture, but it feels like you just got kicked in the balls
>"I'm heading back to the apartment to take care of a little business. Don't be back too late now, okay?"
>Octavia waits a second, and then nods
>Andante pats her head, and turns to leave
>As he passes you, he gives you a brief look of haughty pride
>Clearly, he thinks he just won
>And the worst part is, you're not sure if he's wrong...
>>19663990
Don't tell me Octavia is two-timing.
>>19663990
>You follow Octavia into the practice room, and the two of you set up your instruments in silence
>She avoids look at you the entire time
>The two of you sit there, neither playing a note, stewing in an agonizing silence
>Finally, Octavia takes it upon herself to break it
>"I'm... I'm sorry about that."
>You cross your arms, and raise an eyebrow at her
>That seems to annoy her
>"Look, this is all so sudden for me, okay. I'm trying to learn to handle having a... having somepony like you with me, and..."
>She tugs at her bowtie again
"You still like him, don't you?"
>Octavia winces at the bluntness of your question
>"I'm... I'm not sure."
>You sigh, feeling your shoulders droop
>Should have known this was all too good to be true
>"This doesn't mean I don't like you, though! It's just... complicated."
"Octavia, what do you see in that stallion?"
>"I... I don't know. He's strong, cunning, and he's always kept close to me, even when other stallions... didn't."
"He also manipulates the hell out of you."
>"He doesn't mean to, Anon. It's just the way Dante is."
"And you're okay with that?"
>Octavia snaps at you
>"I don't know, okay? Since when is this any of your business?"
"It became my business two nights ago. Or was that all a giant lie?"
>"It wasn't a lie!"
>Octavia's voice breaks, and suddenly she sounds close to tears
>"It wasn't. I meant it, Anon. These weeks with you have made me happier than I've been in years, really. But..."
"But?"
>"Dante's been with me so long, I don't... I don't know what to do."
>>19664397
>She hangs her head
>"I'm sorry."
>You sit there in silence, watching Octavia as your brain processes this painful new stream of information
"Well... I think you're going to have to make a choice."
>"A choice?"
"Mhm. I've made it pretty obvious that I like you, Octavia. You're easily the most captivating mare I've met while I've been here, and I'd really like to get closer to you. If you want that too, then... then I'd be really happy. But if that's not what you want, I need to know."
>Octavia looks concerned
>"Anon? What are you saying?"
"I'm saying it's me or him."
>"I don't think I could do that. Both of you are important to me, really. I don't... I don't want to lose either of you."
>You shrug
"I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna let you shuffle me around with that jackass."
>"He is not a jackass!"
>You raise your hands in mock surrender
"Okay, okay, sorry. But I mean what I said. I've made you my first choice, Tavi. I'm not gonna be your second."
>She hangs her head
>"I see."
>...
"So... what's it gonna be?"
>"I don't know, Anon. I don't know. I can't make a decision like this."
"Only you can, Octavia. Tomorrow, we're either going to play together, or we're not. I'm leaving this up to you."
>"Anon..."
>Her eyes are watery with tears
>"Okay. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll have my answer."
>You nod
>Right now, you want nothing more than to embrace the little gray mare, to feel those warm lips again...
>But you can't
>Right now, you have to be strong
>>19664805
Nice to see an Anon who doesn't immediately buy a ticket to Beta City when a situation like this comes up.
>>19664805
"Well... tomorrow, then?"
>You stand, grabbing your guitar case
>"Tomorrow."
>She grabs her cello, still in its fancy new wheeled form, and begins to head out
"And Octavia?"
>She halts, and turns
"Either way... even if you make a choice I don't like, I... I won't be mad."
>She smiles sadly at that
>"Thanks, Anon. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."
"Tomorrow."
>And with that, she's gone
>You wait a few minutes in the practice room, trying to wrap your head around everything
>Everything comes down to tomorrow
>It's a little unpleasant, knowing that Octavia alone will decide what happens between the two of you
>Makes you feel somewhat helpless
>Anyway, you gather your things, and slowly trudge out the door
>Instead of heading straight home, you wander through the Canterlot streets, mind just sort of floating from thought to thought
>You feel numb, though not in a depressed way
>It's as if your brain has accepted that you have no control in this situation, and has removed any of your ability to focus on it
>Tomorrow, you'll know
>Tomorrow
>You spend a good deal of time wandering, infact, so much so that darkness has already fallen by the time you head back
>You're dimly aware that you don't know this section of the city too well, but that strange numbness has kept you from worrying about it
>However, eventually you manage to conjure enough energy to ask for directions toward your home
>You don't mind the walk
>>19664397
>Dante
Don't you fucking dare use that name.
>>19664954
>The numbness continues as you cross block after block, only dimly aware of the pain in your thighs and arm
>There's a pony walking towards you down the street
>You can't tell who they are though; a hood covers their face
>You're not terribly worried about mugging in this city, though
>Once they're about twenty feet from you, the pony stops
>Weird, but you're still not terribly worried
>Four more ponies, considerably larger and dressed in darker clothing, emerge from the shadows to fall in behind her
>Okay, now you're a little worried
>You stop in your tracks, staring down the hooded ponies
>The leader steps forward, pulling her hood back
>The streetlight illuminates her features, but you wouldn't need much light to recognize this mare
"Anne?"
>She grins at you, as the ponies behind her advance
>"Time's up."
>>19664986
I've known three people irl with that name. One it was a first name, one a last, and one a middle.
>>19665027
Oh... Fuck...
>>19611373
Is this story no contine?
>>19646498
Brits don't like classical music they just listen to shitty trap and hyperfolk.
Octavia is more likely austrian
>>19665027
ITS HAPPENING!!
>>19665027
I hope so fucking much Anon will pull a Jackie Chan on them, they're cartoon horses after all
>>19666061
>>19666081
>"Anonymous! Over here!"
>>19666071
>cute
My heart can't take it.
>>19665423
I hope it does continue, I really was digging it.
>>19665443
Nah she's definitely the Equestrian equivalent of English.
>>19666849
>223k vs 296k
different compression, I guess
>>19666863
Very well.
>>19666863
This Anon is right. I had to rebuild my computer over the weekend and I had to compress everything in order for it to fit on my backup drive, apparently this was enough for it to not be detected as a duplicate image which will probably make posting images a nightmare in the future.
>>19665443
>all Australians like classical
>>19666981
Imagine them being Vinyl and Octavia.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmL72sgVdAQ
I was never really a fan of Soarin but after this story I have a new found appreciation of him.
>>19667011
m88888
Thats my heritage you're shipping. You fukn dopey cunt.
>>19664805
This feels like a reverse of Quills and Sofas. Trixie makes Anon choose and now Anon is making Octavia choose.
God I hope anon isnt kill Q.Q
>>19667114
That reminds me, I read this one fic that surprisingly made me like Blueblood as a character in a similar way; by adding a whole lot of depth.
Growing Pains, I think it's called.
>>19668265
found it
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/13082/growing-painsdont hate, its actually quite good
>>19665856
Those nazi pones are probably just going to give anon a very strongly worded letter telling him to leave town forever, everything will be fine.Soarin is probably going to save his ass
>>19665027
I'm probably just retarded, but is it Anne as inAryanne, the /pol/ incarnate?
>>19668475
Yes.
>>19581086
2cute4me
cmon writefriend dont leave us hanging
>>19668960
Chill, he'll be back later, it's what he does.
>>19665423
>>19666397
It isn't dead yet, or, at least, I'm trying. I've been a real POS lately, but for some reason everytime I try to write, it ends up sounding pretty retarded and I start over. I want to continue it, but lately I feel like I can only push the plot out further instead of making shit happen. I haven't abandoned it, at least not yet. Just having a little trouble.
>>19669221
No worries man, write whenever you feel up to it. It's not like this board is going anywhere anytime soon.
>>19669221
IT'S NOT OVER YET.
>>19669221
>>19669323
Same anon.
I love the way you write Octavia by the way. You make her actually have depth. I dunno how long you're planning on making the story, but maybe you could expand a bit on Andante too
>>19669221
Glad to hear it, looking forward to whenever you feel comfortable and back in the groove.
>>19669347
You're thinking of Jeff. I wish I was him, though. I'm Writefag 2.
>>19581086
I wanna cum inside Octavia
>>19669855
I think there is a plushie of that for sale on ebay.
![maxresdefault[1].jpg](https://i.imgur.com/5OiSomW.jpg "maxresdefault[1].jpg")
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6AnhxSfRpM
Page 7 Bump
>>19582824
"Ja, Buns and thighs."
>>19670681
KeK
Bumf
>>19670014
Don't you lie to me man. You got a link?
>>19672746
>>19673086
bump with pics
>>19665027
He doesn't at least carry a pocket knife?
I want Octavia to slice into my Urethra with her Cello bow.
writefag pls
>>19673142
This should be it.
http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/My-little-pony-sea-pony-Octopus-Octavia-plush-/281432443028?pt=UK_Toys_Creative_Educational_RL&hash=item4186ae4894
late night bump
Bump
Milkshake bump
bumppity
>tfw writefags actually have lives
It's getting harder and harder to actually wait for the stories
If you spoiler a NSFW pic, what are the chances to get banned?
>>19679189
Why don't you do it to see what happens?
spoiler exists for a reason
>>19679438
lewd
>>19679482
and now what?
>>19679438
good job
