They Have Been Adored Edition
All Dazzling lovers are welcome. It doesn't matter if you're an Adagio, Aria or Sonatafag, let's all join in one place. Post anything of the Dazzlings: drawings, discussions, stories, fetishes, re-edits, gifs, re-made songs (written or, if you had the guts to, sung), anything you like. Come here and show that you're under their spell!
Story Pastebin/Archived Threads:
http://pastebin.com/NjS5LgYv
Art Compilation:
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/2cryg0c1bk3v92s/AABPY1McXUInkwm3xrO5116ca?dl=0
For aspiring writers:
http://pastebin.com/V1ujiyJt
http://pastebin.com/whCQ2GpX
http://pastebin.com/bnMmZ2T3
Steam group: >http://steamcommunity.com/groups/PraisetheSirens
Old Shattered Gem: >>27452920
>>27521613
And you know it.
"Dazzlings are love
Dazzlings are life
Dazzling girls are meant to wife"
>>27521613
Based goddess
>>27521668
Were you waiting around just to post this?
>>27521668
Wrong poof.
>>27521613
Fuck yeah /dzg/. Good job on the big landmark.
>>27521613
It's like Rainbow Rocks was released just a day or two ago.
Our girls have grown so big, haven't they? Big and well-fed by our constant shitstorms.
>tfw still around over 100,000 posts later
>tfw didn't miss a single thread of it
I'm proud to be a Dazzlefag today.
>>27521742
We need to have at least one. Have noticed how dramatically shitstorms decreased after a few particular somebodies left the general?
Still can't believe we made it to 200.
Ah, welp, at least our girls look good all colored in, thanks based anon.
Thanks again everyone for waiting as long as you did. Sorry about how slow I was and that I wasn't able to get you a finish project ready for coloring. My skills were definitely not up to that task yet, but it was good practice and a lot of fun with you guys.
Here's to another never ending stuck on the ride with you faggots. Cheers.
I'll go ahead and start on the 300 pic so that maybe it'll be done by the 400th thread. Right after I sleep for a few days, god I'm so tired. I'll keep working on the pic and post it later if anybody want's to see it, I know it'll be weird. There was so much more I wanted to add.
>>27521788
Fucking based. Definitely checked that.
Mfw playing "Under our Spell", "Welcome to the Show" and "Let's Have a Battle" on repeat
Jesus I wish the Dazzlings were a real group
>>27521820
Just how boring are your showers that you fall asleep in the shower?
>>27521861
God, I hate showering. I really do 'cus I take so long because I'm a fucking clean freak that HAS to scrub every nook and cranny like four times. I only fell asleep because I had been up for a couple days.
Reminder that the mane5+shimmer are hypocrites that would never gives another chance to the dazzling
>>27521882
We're gonna have to prod the depths of your insanity at some point.
Me, I wash regularly but I hate it because washing long hair is bothersome. Also I tend to smell in the armpits shortly after showering even though I use Dettol. I'm thinking about cutting my armpit hair.
Last thread you mentioned you'd heard bad things about /dzg/. By whom and what kind of bad things?
>>27521882
>I only fell asleep because I had been up for a couple days.
Do you have insomnia?
>>27521962
Who wrote these lies? I'll fucking find them.
Here, take a one-shot starring best Dazzle and her right hand I did a while back.Because I'm lazy and didn't write anything in advance for the milestone
http://pastebin.com/vz9nX68V
>>27521962
Reminder that the Mane six, by shattering the necklaces of the dazzlings, which was the only way they could survive in the human world as teenagers with zero skills or legal guardians, condemned three teenage orphans to starve to death on the streets (or to be raped to death on the streets, whichever happens first)
Shall we talk about the comic where the Dazzlings invented pop music in Equestria?
Unless the IDW comics aren't canon because this puts them in a very amusing light.
>>27522024
Not to mention their battle with Starswirl was a music battle
>>27521613
Havent been here in months. Good to see we hit 200.
>>27522040
Except Starswirl was such a sore loser that he decided to banish the Dazzlings.
>>27522024
>>27522040
This comic made Starswirl look like such a faggot.
>>27522024
>>27522040
lets not talk about those comics. Because those were about as shit as shit gets. (And I'm normally a defender of the IDW comics)
>>27522024
I liked the cover. That was about it.
>>27521997
Short and simple. I liked it.
Also I had an alternate ending to that Siren Night story I did a while back where Anon let Adagio go instead of trying to save her but I didn't want to bother posting since I ended the story and I felt like I was milking it
Then again Dungeons of Dazzle is somewhat of a continuation.
>>27522040
>Being so butthurt that you just send your problem to other world
That would mean that the dazzling actually win this time?
>>27521997
Tbh I thought I was the only one posting green last thread (up to a point) because everyone else was saving their stuff for this thread. I was working on a lewd about tiny Adagio earlier.
>>27522024
Oi Spunk, did they mention metal in the comic?
>>27521981
>We're gonna have to prod the depths of your insanity at some point.
You guys wanna hear about some of the creepy hallucinations I had will working on the pic?
>washing long hair is bothersome.
Yeah, I used to have long hair in high school and once I cut it short I never wanted to grow it back. I actually recently shaved my head 'cus I even got sick of dealing with my shorter hair. Now I don't deal with shit and I fucking love it. I don't ever have to worry about my hair, it's fucking awesome.
>Last thread you mentioned you'd heard bad things about /dzg/.
Just all over the place. Mostly about how everyone complained about dykeshit and all the other constant shitstorms. People talked about how it was one of the most toxic places on the board. They were sorta right but I like the place.
Now I barely go anywhere else on the board and always have a /dzg/ tab open.
>>27521984
Yeah, every since I was a kid and I used to hear things at night that would keep me awake but was to scared to say anything about so I just stayed up trying to drown them out with country radio 'cus it was like the only thing my crappy radio could pick up in the middle of nowhere.
>>27522074
>>27522082
This.
>>27522128
I can't stop laughing at that file name.
Do you think the Dazzlings like itslow, tender, and affectionate?
>>27522128
>perhaps they could succeed where he had failed
>that could have redeemed the sirens
Too bad that the EQG world fail too because they don't redeem the sirens. Just destroy the only way they could survive in the human world, and they don't even want to give they another chance >>27521962
Starswirl just ruin everything for everyone
moar dazzlequest pls
>>27522217
>Starswirl just ruin everything for everyone
He also created a spell that fucked up the lives of 5 ponies when it was read aloud until twilight fixed it.
>>27522154
Same, except for the hearing things at night part. The good news is that my prolonged periods of wakefulness allow me tocreate the new threadalmost whenever it's needed.
>>27522248
Yep, sometimes it does have it's perks. Cheers, friend.
>>27521981
Also don't shave your armpits, I've heard nothing but bad things about it. Just get another deodorant or something. I use degree and it works great for me.
>>27521981
I'm an advocate of shaving your armpit hair, you get used to it pretty quickly.
>>27522154
>You guys wanna hear about some of the creepy hallucinations I had will working on the pic?
Do bears crap in the woods when there's no one around to hear them?
>I actually recently shaved my head
I'll probably do that once I start balding. I hate the look of old people with hair on the sides and back of their head.
Don't tell your gender, but if you're a dude you should grow a goatee. Maybe cosplay as Doctor Venture or Kain. If you're a chick then eww.
>dykeshit
There was an anon who loved the idea of lesbian shipping and really liked to force it by both posting pictures even though it provoked fights and making comments on how wrong and retarded the other guy (because there's always only one guy disagreeing with you) was even after the shitstorm or at random times.
After a while every bored kid or le ebin troll realized that it can derail the thread by either posting or hating lesbian shipping pics.
>constant shitstorms
Everyone here has caused and participated in shitstorms. Hell, even the contentfags. In fact, it's been awful quiet for some time now.
Btw, do you have any paranormal experiences?
>>27521613
Thats a nice edition
All hail our siren overlords.
>>27521613
Who made the OP pic? Is he still around?
>>27522787
They're still around. Made it just last thread.
>>27522580
>Do bears crap in the woods when there's no one around to hear them?
They make think no one's around to hear them, but I am and I do.
I kept seeing these floating orbs off to the side of my vision that moved weird.
Some times there was this shadow that moved around right behind my monitor (it looked like a hand waving quickly, I theorized it was part of my mind trying to make sure I was awake),
At one point I heard voices coming from outside my door but when I went to check the voices then sounded like they were coming from outside so I went outside but then the voices sounded like they were back inside, and after I went back in they stopped.
I kept seeing these weird dots on my screen that looked like marks I might have accidentally made while drawing but I couldn't erase them and sometimes they would show up even when I wasn't looking at the pic.
I kept losing chunks of time and ended up with these random doodles every where.
Just to name a few
>I hate the look of old people with hair on the sides and back of their head.
I had a teacher once that could pull it off. It doesn't always look bad but I don't know if I can go back to hair now, it's just to much to deal with for me.
>you should grow a goatee
Done.
>>dykeshit
Yeah, all that is about what I've gathered. I personally don't feel strongly enough about it wither way. It's all good.
>Btw, do you have any paranormal experiences?
Uhh, yeah I'd say so. Enough to make others think I'm crazy. Which I might be but I don't know. I'm not crazy about it, like I don't freak out and act all mad and stuff.
It's all been going on for so long I've just gotten used to it. Why? do I already sound crazy? Sorry.
>>27522787
That's me but some other crazy awesome anon colored it because I still don't know how that works.
>>27522815
Just wanna say it turned out fuckin rad friend
>>27522794
Huh, well I was hoping I could ask him something. He seems very good, I wanted to tell him thanks
>>27522826
Haven't seen you in a while. Thanks, man. I just wish I could have finished it for you guys on time.
>>27522829
What's up, anon. I'll be awake for bit longer. I sucked into some vidya.
>>27522858
No reason you can't finish it this thread ya know. You're not in a rush anymore so no stress to deal with.
>>27522858
Some mutual friends of mine, and myself, would like to ask you something.
>>27522829
Also thanks for the complements, I tried my best for you guys. I've just gotta practice more. Really though I got a lot of help from you guys with this one what with the suggestions and hold off on the funposting for me.
>>27522858
Geezus, you can tell I need my sleep though with all these errors.
>>27522872
Oh, I definitely will. And you're right it'll be nice not to stress about it I suppose.
>>27522899
What's up, dubs.
>>27522899
>>27522916
>inb4 join the skype group
>>27522924
das it mane
>>27522916
>>27522924
This pretty much. :^)
>>27522916
Also, Wee colored your pic and wanted to invite you as well
>>27522982
WHY'D YOU TELL HIM
>>27522938
>>27522964
Shoo, you productivity-sucking vampire, shoo.
Here we go again.
Congrats on the 200 mark.
>>27523040
Thanks Footfag
>>27522938
>>27522964
While I am flattered and sorta interested to see what you guys are up too I gotta decline.
One I don't have a skype so I'd have to set all that up.
And two I'm just not at a point where I can do stuff like that. Because reasons I only talk to like three people (my best friends that I've known for years) regularly online using steam and even then they sorta have to message me first for me to feel like it's okay. I've just got some issues when it comes to shit like that right now and I probably wouldn't be too fun anyway.
>>27522982
>>27522987
Awww, u so sweet.
But seriously thanks a ton for doing that it looks soooo good. I kinda want to join just to see if you can teach me how to color shit but not right now.
>>27523047
Yes, thank you footfags everywhere.
Happy 200 /dzg/!
Also an updated wip from before (lewd):
http://i.imgur.com/MwjXY2t.jpg
>>27521613
Aww shit nigga! I love it! You even drew my mascot
>>27522924
>>27522938
>>27522964
Haha!
>>27522232
Also DQ will be updated later, I have stuff to do today
>>27523059
>>27523069
mfw was literally about to post it from DQ and was a little bummed out you didn't
>>27523052
Fuck, my lack of sleep is turning all this shit into blogpostting. I'm just gonna go back to my vidya.
>>27523059
Holy shit, looking great.
>You even drew my mascot
Yeah, I wanted to get a lot more /dzg/ celebs in there but it just wasn't meant to be. Glad you like it though.
Stupid fucking captcha I missed a sandwich ad it still let me post.
>>27523059
>>27523069
>Fig pic and Dazzle Quest update
Yes
>>27523052
Welp, the offer will always be on the table Dazzlefriend.
>>27523096
I'll just toss this since you've mentioned how you want to improve your art
>ctrlpaint.com
>>27523112
Either way I'll be around.
>>27523114
Nice, thanks. I was actually gonna ask if you guys knew of anything to help. I'll take a look at this tomorrow.
>>27522899
Why do you selfish pricks have to come in and shit on what's supposed to be a nice thread?
Happy 200th Dazzlefags
Sonata best
>>27523216
because we fucking hate you
>>27523216
>>27523285
And now I'm reminiscing about Hateaholic. Good times.
>>27523285
we love to hate things
>>27521613
Man I thought when I left for work 10 hours ago we'd still be on thread 199 when I got back. Anyways thank you drawfriend and colorfriend (Wee?) for your efffort. It's greatly apprcieated by me. Now, Sonata's in a mood to party, who's game?
Sunset Shimmer is best Dazzling
>>27523517
Ay there it is.
>>27523517
Hi Sunny!
>>27523501
I feel like I've been partying for days now friend. Time for peaceful rest that hopefully I'll wake up from eventually.
Take me to be, Dazzles.
>>27523517
A shimmy is fine too.
>>27523501
Party? Game?
Fuck yeah, 200 threads.
WE THE BEST
FUCK THE REST
>>27523793
They hate us cus they ain't us
Happy 200th
Man, it's been a long road.
I was here when /dzg/ was born.
I'll be here when it dies.
Happy birthday guys!
>>27523916
Shit, that brings back memories.
>>27521613
so happy to be around for this. happy 200 everyone
>200 General threads
Damn, it's my birthday(just 20) also how surprising.
Thanks my fellow mermaid fuckers you are the best chill out arons I've ever met, since the Aria generals where thing.
Besides missing out and archiving 20 other threads before, now I have to read those through the bus.
>>27521613
>200th thread
Aww, bet mtg and sunhawk would be proud.
>>27524063
>mtg
see pic >>27521685bby
>>27521613
>>27523924
>>27524046
>200th thread
>some fellow anon 20 birthday
>200 and 20
This kind of numerology has a weird connection....
Prophecy has been told
Since this is the 200th thread.....
Hi!
In honor of Hype.
Pouring a little from my 40 on the ground for you friend, from your Sonatafag brother via a Minnesota mother.
>>27524110
You slut.
>>27524125
Oh, I'm not him.
'tis just a warning, friend.
Another day, another Dazzle.
Waiter, theres a hair in my taco
>>27524063
>sunhawk
I'm more jealous than proud. Wish shimmer threads could last like this.stop putting me in the same post as mtg dammit
>>27522815
>They make think no one's around to hear them, but I am and I do.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MeXT0gNeSvM&app=desktop
>Just to name a few
Damn mate, surely you realize this isn't a livable situation. What were the voices saying and do you still have these random doodles?
>It's all good
Normally I'd agree but, for me it's like the swastika. It was something that didn't bother people until a bunch of fascists came along and picked it as their flag.
Fucking sjws, man. If it weren't for them, my headcanon would be that natural evolution has made sirens bi so that they can appeal to either sex. Also that sirens as a race differentiate between potential siren mate (feeling emotional attachment) and non-siren sex toy/food (having no moral hangups or even regarding the non-siren as a person, which is why they drown their prey remoselessly.
>Uhh, yeah I'd say so
Me too. One of the things I want to do at some point is to make a thread over at /x/ for us dazzlefags to share our stories in.
>do I already sound crazy? Sorry.
Pffft, I have more personality disorders than personality traits. We have various people suffering from various stuff. Not that you're not standing out mind you. We usually have depression and social anxieties here.
>>27522899
Way to not not sound like a cultist. I thought you'd fallen off the face of the earth , mate. It's nice to see you're still around. Have you impoved any or have you given up on drawing?
>>27524046
Happy Birthday then! Where are you off to and what are your plans for today?
>>27524958
They're back, though they seem unstable. Gritsaw writes there, plus a few of our own writefags.
>>27525065
>letting sjws influence you in any way
You poor, poor, pitiful-ass motherfucker...
>>27523954
Sunny Smith
>>27522228
>>27522239
Source ? A shame no quints
>>27525577
They're pony edits of another meme. Unfortunately I don't know the source for the original thing.
>>27525586
>edits
Now I'm intrigued
>>27525586
>>27525626
Literally google the punch-line.
>>27525586
>>27525664
>no sense of right and wrong
I've spent some time on their subject. It's fucking worse than you'd think. These people need to be eradicated if what they say is true.
>>27525070
Thanks to sjws we have priviledged victims, reverse racism, changes in creative and informative mediums, and self-censorship all across the west. You can't not be influenced. Especially when you're an idealist.
>>27525577
Mate, do you even look at the file names?
>>27525586
>>27525626
http://gunshowcomic.com
So, I promised some updates. However since this is 200th thread, I suppose this might be a good a place as any to post an update I've been holding on to for a while. Something that's been in the backburner because I couldn't find a good time to stick it into the story.And no this has nothing to do with the fact that I'm such a whore for punishment that the next regular update has become so gargantuan that I'll probably have to split even that to two parts, no sirree.
So instead of a regular Make a Mistake with Me update, we'll be turning the clocks back a bit. Call it a prologue, call it an interlude, call it whatever, it happens about five months before Equestria Girls and sets up the whole plot of MaMwM.
>>27521962
>Sluts thinking they can speak ill of our queens.
lel
>>27525782
Just call it a Special and post it.
>>27525782
>Sun breaks over the horizon.
>Dirty stench of mid-April fills the room, along with the incessant, forlorn cry of the cicadas.
>You scratch the last mark on the wooden bottom of the top bunk.
>Wooden splinters under your nail.
>But the words remain.
>”Never Again”, it reads.
>And you mean it.
>A tap on your shoulder wakes you from your melancholic stupor.
>It’s the guard, his cap throwing a harsh shadow over his eyes.
>All you hear is the mocking laugh of a crow somewhere outside.
>It’s five in the morning, an hour before other guys will wake up.
>And once they do, you’ll be long gone.
>The two of you, you and the guard following three steps behind, cut through the courtyard.
>You see the burn spread across the sky, across the fields, licking the chainlink fence that separates you from the rest of the world.
>Step after another, clicking rhythm on the stone panels emerging from the grass.
>You look up towards the sky, where no cloud is waiting for you.
>It’s pale blue, not yet feeling the warmth of the sun.
>Once it does, you’ll be long gone.
>As you walk past the benches flanking the path towards the main house, you offer a silent nod to the only other boy that’s awake.
>Trouble Shoes, as usual.
>Guy’s freakishly huge for his size, but in those big clammy fingers, his guitar weeps like no other.
>Even today, he’s there.
>Playing you off.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ctp2QbLYxY
>Your polished shoes give him a lonely beat.
>His guitar and his voice, both gravely and quiet, do the rest.
>Your eyes meet, momentarily, and you know that he’s saying his goodbyes in the only way he knows how.
>You never did hear him talk.
>Only sing.
>And so, accompanied by Trouble Shoes’ song, you reach the end of the yard.
>The big metal door that leads to a corridor.
>Corridor that leads to a gate.
>A gate that leads beyond it.
>And once they close that gate, you’ll be long gone.
>>27525801
>Before he opens the door, the guard turns to look at you. At least you think he does.
>You still can’t see his eyes.
>”Ready?”
>You have no answers for him.
>Mostly because you have no idea.
>So, in silence, you push on forward.
>Beyond the door, into a place where you can see your face staring back at you from the waxed floor.
>Smell of old house permeates the place, despite its new appearance.
>You arrive to the desk at the end of the corridor.
>It could be worse.
>Marble floors, red wood on the walls, and an airy atmosphere.
>Even this early, it has warmth lacked by where you came from.
>What scars it, though, is the lack of any people, of any sound, of any sign of life.
>It’s like a world where only you and the guard following you exist.
>No, you have to correct yourself.
>As you step on the line on the floor, made with black tape, another person appears to your field of vision.
>You’re separated from him by a wall and a strengthened glass.
>As if you were gonna try anything.
>You don’t need to.
>Even though you don’t do anything, you’ll be long gone soon enough.
>You recognize the thick-rimmed glasses on the man.
>Superintendent, of course.
>You never did bother to learn his name, in the end.
>Guess it’s too late now.
>And it’d be awkward to ask.
>”7474505B.”
>The guard informs you to the superintendent, who looks over his papers.
>Oh he knows who you are.
>But it’s all about the procedure, the tradition.
>”Unit?”
>He asks, even though he’s already opened the right page.
>”A-6.”
>No other words are exchanged. He slides open the glass and disappears into the room to fetch your box.
>What you left behind when you came here.
>And as you wait, you look at the plaque fitted above the small window.
>You take in the name of the place for one last time.
>Because when you forget it, you’ll be long gone.
>Long gone from Larned Juvenile Correctional Facility.
>>27525722
Thanks!
>>27525803
>The superintendent slams the black, plastic box against the surface of his desk.
>He opens it, putting aside the lid.
>And from the inside, he starts picking up your items.
>Your history.
>”One Timex digital watch. Broken.”
>He puts it aside on the metal table.
>A clock forever stopped at the hour of 02:00.
>Cracked glass and slightly burnt leather strap.
>”One Zippo lighter. Engraved.”
>With words to live by.
>”One soft pack of Lucky Bastard cigarettes, with 9 cigarettes remaining.”
>You almost immediately reach for the pack, but the guard catches your wrist before you do.
>Not yet.
>”One pair of jeans. Stonewashed. One belt. Leather.”
>You should really get a smaller buckle for that. That longhorn on it is kinda hideous.
>”One pair of men’s motorcycle boots. Brown.”
>Finally. You were so sick of the shoes you’ve had to wear in this place.
>”One pinch front ten-gallon hat. Brown.”
>Wonder if that still fits you?
>”One leather jacket. Brown. One cut-off. Brown.”
>You could smell the familiar stench of motor oil and sweat across the corridor.
>”Fourteen assorted badges for the leather jacket and the cut-off, bearing the symbols of Motorcycle Club El Forastero.”
>You cringe as you see your colors.
>Your shameful, shameful colors.
>”One T-shirt. White. One pair of socks. White. One pair of underwear. White.”
>... No comment.
>”Three rings. Engraved.”
>They might not be real silver, but they were still important to you.
>”One ribbon. White.”
>... Huh.
>You never did figure out why you carried that in your backpocket.
>”And..”
>The superintendent is now waving a brown envelope before you.
>You can hear a couple of coins clink together within it.
>Not much.
>However, more than you remembered.
>”Six dollars and five cents.”
>Should be enough to get you a coffee.
>Damn you missed coffee.
>You missed it even more than smoking.
>”Sign here.”
>And so you do.
>>27525810
>You change into your civilian clothes in a side room.
>By the time you throw your white dress shirt to the locker, you start to feel it.
>It’s like something very old and very stiff started moving from your shoulders.
>It doesn’t bring happiness.
>Only fleeting emptiness.
>But it’s still an emotion you’re going to ride.
>As you throw away your old clothes, the clothes of this place, you hide the badges with them.
>Those ain’t coming with you.
>They got you into lot more trouble than they got you out of.
>Now, when you look at them, you don’t feel proud.
>You just feel wracked by a sense of shame.
>Shame that doesn’t make you shiver, but makes you gag.
>Rest of the stuff you have, the stuff you aren’t wearing, you throw into the dirty sailor bag which you then proceed to sling over your shoulder.
>Another weight, but it’s physical this time.
>Something you can deal with.
>Double-checking everything for the third time, you take one last look in the mirror.
>What stares back at you is a pair of tired eyes, five o’clock shadow and unruly hair that really should’ve been cut a long time ago.
>It’s not much, but it’s you.
>An unlikeable young man with an unlikeable attitude.
>But unlike before, you’re not proud of that attitude.
>Instead you threw it out along with those badges.
>When you first came here over a year ago, you promised to leave it here.
>And now the time has come.
>Funnily enough, it couldn’t be easier.
>Making a mental nod to yourself, you head back to the corridor.
>The superintendent is gone, but the guard who guided you this far is still there.
>He gestures you to lead the way, and the two of you move to the second big, metal door.
>This one leads forward.
>This one leads to the gate between you and freedom.
>And it smells of sand, dust and just another day in this place.
>>27525816
>The last door swings open, and you find yourself standing on the front yard of LCJF.
>The last stretch of path across the greenery, all the way to the chainlink fence and its gate.
>Your boots strike against the concrete.
>Impact. Impact. Impact.
>Behind you, the guard follows in your footsteps, the noise masked by yours.
>Stray streak of sunlight breaks through the fence, slicing across your face.
>For a moment, just for a moment, you feel more alive.
>Far away, the song of Trouble Shoes still continues. He’ll probably continue until he hears the gates close.
>But for you, that song will continue much, much longer.
>Suddenly, you realize that the footfalls of you and the guard are joined by another pair.
>And another.
>When you finally look at what’s going on, you see that you are flanked by two guards at each side.
>And then two more arrive, making it six.
>All in synch, marching like soldiers to the beat you give them.
>One look in their eyes tells you it’s out of respect.
>They’re giving you a send-off they think you deserve.
>... Too bad you don’t share that sentiment.
>The marching feet stop before the gate, guarded by a single man. Old and grey, he eyes you all up.
>Behind him, the sun finally vaults over the horizon.
>Soon, the light will come.
>But by that time, you’ll be long gone.
>Getting an affirmative nod from your guard, the old man turns and blows into his whistle.
>Slowly, the electrical wheels start turning and the gate slides aside.
>Like the boulder at the mouth of cave, it announces your rebirth.
>And as it moves, your hand moves.
>It reaches into your pocket.
>It draws forth a soft pack of cigarettes.
>A tap.
>You catch one between your teeth, pulling it out.
>And with a flourish of your zippo, you light it up.
>The moment the gate hits its hinges is the moment your take your first drag off a cigarette in over a year.
>>27525820
>The way is finally open.
>You raise your gaze into the empty countryside that awaits you.
>Nothing moves.
>All eyes are on you.
>For a second that seems more like a minute, you’re framed within that open gate, glowing horizon drawing you in soft silhouette against the blue.
>To the guards, it’s a new beginning.
>To you, it’s a new ending.
>With a shrug, you put the cigarette back to your lips and begin walking.
>No goodbyes, no gestures, not even acknowledgment.
>All that needed to be said, you said during the last year.
>What begins now is something you don’t even understand.
>And so you cross the threshold between your prison and the world that welcomes you back.
>Not with open arms, but with spit in the eye and a somber song of a highway.
>Your first step to freedom is accompanied by the full force of the morning sun finally driving away the pale light of last night.
>Step after another.
>Alone.
>With no one to follow you this time.
>It’s like clapping of hands, only against asphalt, and in a minute, dirt road.
>Maybe some fledgling blues musician could get a song out of it.
>Cigarette smoldering on your lips, you head north.
>Behind you, the metallic rattling of the gate informs you that there’s no return.
>Larned Juvenile Correctional Facility is behind you.
>It’s had enough of you.
>And the way the gate locks, it’s like it’s telling you to never come back.
>That’s why you wrote those two words in your bunk bed.
>Never Again.
>In the case you ever forgot.
>Past the yards, past the mental institute, past the park.
>You make your way while smoking your cigarette.
>As slowly as the sun climbing the horizon, weary as the old drunkard that must be falling asleep somewhere right now, you walk forward.
>Sailor bag slung over your shoulder.
>Song of Trouble Shoes in your ears.
>Clouds of dust kicked by your feet.
>By the time that dust settles, you’ll be long gone.
>>27525825
>The silent road holds you no company.
>Neither do the two wheatfields that flank you from both sides.
>Somewhere far away, a dog barks.
>Large bird hovers high up in the sky, searching for prey.
>And you walk.
>And walk.
>Down the road that leads to somewhere you don’t know.
>You open your bag and fish out your hat, putting it on.
>Finally, something to shield you from the burning spot on the sky.
>April was unnecessary hot this year, making it a pain to be walking out in the middle of nowhere.
>The nearest town, Larned, was over an hour walk away.
>But then again, you had nothing but time.
>Eventually, the dirt road gives way to proper asphalt which isn’t nearly as pleasant to walk upon.
>Heat shimmers above the blacktop, creating a mirage of faraway water.
>A tractor slowly makes its way across the field to your right, the farmer eyeing you suspiciously.
>You pay him no mind.
>Your eyes don’t even meet.
>Your focus is on your cigarette, your long-awaited cigarette, and the road that leads you on.
>Maybe to someplace where you can have coffee.
>You haven’t had decent coffee in forever.
>And the phone call you got last night promised you that sweet, black liquid, rich in taste and aroma.
>You have nothing better to do.
>Not really.
>So you might as well go there.
>Thus, when you arrive to the intersection of 264 and 156, you take a sharp left.
>Soon, you are greeted by a sign that confirms your direction.
>”Larned - 2”, it says.
>So you keep putting one foot after another.
>All the while keeping the song of Trouble Shoes in your mind.
>You have to.
>This silence might make you mad if you didn’t.
>Nothing but fields everywhere you look, cut by a single blacktop lane that heads towards civilization.
>Or whatever passes for civilization in dear ol’ Kansas.
>Even the one car that drives past you just speeds up when the driver notices you.
>You don’t blame her.
>>27525832
>There’s a clear sign some mile or so back, telling people not to pick up hitchhikers.
>After all, they might be juvenile escapees ready to rehash their crime spree.
>Or they might just be nobodies like you, looking for a decent cup of coffee.
>One or the other.
>Both are equally dangerous in their own way.
>And so your walk must continue without help, with only your own legs to propel you forward.
>Past Santa Fe Trail Center.
>The old Pawnee guy sitting on the veranda eyes you as you walk, and your stares intersect.
>He chuckles to himself and takes a drag off his cigar.
>His eyes are hidden by the smoke.
>You continue walking.
>Past the Larned cemetery.
>Far away, you can hear a priest reciting some passage of the bible.
>The day someone dies, someone else gets his life back.
>The irony is not lost to you.
>You continue walking.
>Past the old farmstead to your left.
>From behind the trees, two suspicious kids eye you up.
>You don’t even look at them.
>Instead, you finish your cigarette and flick it against the asphalt, killing the fire.
>You continue walking.
>And so, after a long hour, you eventually reach the intersection of KS-156 and Morris Avenue.
>Here be dragons of civilization.
>You just hope they don’t catch you.
>In this burning light of overzealous April sun, you’re easy pickings both for vultures and dragons.
>Even now, you can feel their eyes upon you.
>As you pass the dilapidated school bus garage, you see a lone mechanic stopping his work to glance at you.
>The woman coming out of the small liquor store hurries to her car.
>A trucker passing you by in his 18 wheeler tries his damnedest not to stare.
>You don’t blame them.
>You stick out like a sore thumb.
>A guy walking on the side of the road, carrying all he owns in a bag?
>You’d be curious too.
>Still… you are relieved when you reach El Dos De Oros.
>>27525838
>The small Mexican diner sits out on the side of the main road, dressed in red colors.
>As you enter the yard, your eye catches something else that’s red.
>Namely, a banged-up 1978 Dodge Lil’ Red Express.
>The truck sits there like some sort of old, grouchy man, glaring at anyone who’d be stupid enough to park next to it.
>The chrome stacks jut towards the sky like horns. Still, they’re just as rusty as the rest of the vehicle.
>There’s only one Lil’ Red Express in such a bad shape you know.
>And your suspicions are confirmed as the door opens and a familiar-looking man steps out of the pickup truck.
>Not that tall and with some gut hanging, dressed in denim and dirty hunting clothes.
>Small piercing eyes that peer at you from worn-out face. Rough jawline covered in bushy beard.
>On his head, there’s that trucker cap with ‘Wonderbolts’ written on it he never takes off.
>Not even to wash.
>Yeah, you know this man alright.
>The two of you stare at each other for a moment or two.
>It’s been well over two years.
>Last night you heard him talk when he called you.
>Now you see him.
>When you left it wasn’t on the greatest of terms. You shut him out of your life even though he only tried to help after your father… after your father…
“Uncle Bobby.”
>You greet him with those simple words: his name.
>Your voice sounds harsh and raspy. It’s been a while since you spoke.
>”Kid.”
>He answers.
>Bobby Pin. Your father’s brother.
>Your last living relative as far as you know.
>Rough and no-nonsense guy who owns a salvage yard in another state.
>While your family stayed in Kansas because of who your father rode with, Bobby took his stuff and headed south.
>Had a big argument with your dad.
>You remember the yelling and slamming of doors.
>At one point there was even a shotgun being cocked.
>And yet, now…
>”Happy Birthday, kid.”
>He’s here to celebrate your eighteenth birthday.
>>27525847
>”So, how’re you holding up?”
>You dug into your beef fajitas with all the fervor of a man who’s had to eat homogenized Christian values institutional kitchen food for the last year.
>Oh dear Lord yes.
>Fatty grease, onions, peppers, spices, all that lovely, unhealthy glory.
>It’s time pig out as much as you want.
>You keep shoving the things in your mouth so fast you barely have time to answer.
>But you try your best.
“Mhm mhnhgn.”
>Your best, as it turns out, is not much.
>Uncle Bobby chuckles and takes a bite out of his own burrito.
>Immediately, he grimaces and takes a swig of his beer.
>”Oh, that’s just heinous.”
“That bad, huh?”
>”Nah. I’m just surprised this tex mex crap can actually taste good.”
>You decide not to worry about your uncle’s eccentricities, instead focusing on destroying the contents of the plate in front of you.
>Twenty minutes later, you’ve done that and had another plate while you were at it.
>The after-meal includes two things for you and your uncle.
>Cigarettes.
>And, finally, the thing you’ve been waiting for like hunter’s moon.
>Coffee.
“Oh Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ! That hits the spot…”
>The ash-flavored, brown nectar goes down your throat and straight to your stomach, filling your body with the familiar burn.
>It’s like someone just filled your veins with ambrosia.
>If there’s one thing you missed, it’s this.
>Actually decent coffee.
>As you lean back in the faux-leather seat, your eyes turn towards your uncle.
>He’s smiling at you over his own cup of coffee, but his eyes tell of serious thoughts lurking in that moonshine-rattled brain of his.
>Thoughts you might not want to face.
“Well then…”
>But, still, you’re gonna let him deal the cards.
>You’ve come this far.
>Afterwards you can decide whether or not you’re gonna even play.
“Why’d you call me over, Bobby?”
>>27525851
>He snorts and sips his coffee, his own cigarette smoldering between his fingers.
>”Why? Well, couple of reasons, you idjit. First being that while you were in juvie, you weren’t exactly the calling type. Figured you’d have question or two about what’s going on.”
>He’s got you there.
>Never once did you call while you were behind the bars.
>Mostly because there wasn’t anyone to call.
>It wasn’t until yesterday that you even knew Uncle Bobby had been worried about you.
>So part of it might have been your own fault, but rest of it was just natural.
“I suppose, yeah.”
>You scratch your chin, watching the lithe trail of smoke rise from the cigarette towards the ceiling fan.
“Any word on what happened to my car?”
>”The thing’s totalled, son. We towed it over to Turner’s harbor after what happened but, look… the frame’s a pretzel, there’s half the engine left. Ain’t no way that thing’s gonna be usable again.”
>You feel an odd lump in your stomach.
>Something you feared just came to pass.
>Your baby, your Saturn Yellow comrade, had met its end.
“That bad, huh? No way it can be fixed?”
>”Sorry. There ain’t nothing *to* fix. You’d have to replace just about every part, and that just ain’t worth it. Would take half a year, at least, to boot.”
>You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh deeply.
>Well, it had been a lost cause, and you knew it.
>Hoping for a miracle only made you that much more disappointed when the truth was revealed.
>”Still, it ain’t all that bad. You still got your bike, don’tcha?”
>You shake your head, taking a drag off your cig.
“I gave it to Liz before they locked me up. It’s in better hands with her.”
>”Oh. Okay then.”
>An awkward silence falls upon the table.
>You know that your uncle knows you have nothing else to ask about.
>Rest of the questions you might have, he can’t answer.
>And what he can, you have no interest in.
>>27525860
>Thus, you decide to grab the bull by the horns.
“So, Bobby… why are you really here?”
>That seems to catch him by surprise.
>Those beady little eyes of his narrow a bit, staring sternly at you.
>You just gaze at the cracked table separating you.
>It’s been a while since you could meet someone’s gaze.
>And you don’t think you can look your uncle in the eyes now.
>”Well… you went straight to the point.”
“I guess I got a little blunt during my stay.”
>He snorts again, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette upwards.
>”A little? Son, you look like a castrated bull, and talk like a junkie in rehab. What happened to you?”
>A forlorn smile plays on your lips, thanks to his similes. He’s not exactly wrong there.
“I had time to think. What I did, how I was. I decided I didn’t exactly like who I’d become. So… here I am. I threw away what I’d turned into during the last four years.”
>To your surprise, Bobby reaches over the table and puts his hand on your shoulder.
>It’s rough and coarse… but surprisingly warm.
>”Takes a lotta guts to admit that, you know? Your old man never could. Looks like you’ve got one on him now.”
>You chuckle, but even to your ears it sounds forced.
>So you mask it by sipping your coffee once again.
>”In any case…”
>Your uncle leans back in the seat.
>”I guess I came here for two things. First, to give you a warning. Second, to make you a suggestion.”
>This catches your interest.
“Warning?”
>”Yeah. See, son… bah. Blast it. Well, the thing is, it ain’t a good idea for you to head home now. It’s been over a year, but that ain’t enough for some folks to forget. They still remember what happened. Grudges like that run deep, see?”
>He gestures with his cigarette.
>”If you went back now, who knows what’d happen?”
>You sigh.
“I’d get chased out of town?”
>”At the very least.”
>>27525864
>Stumping your cigarette in the ashtray, you lean against the table and bury your face in your hands.
>It doesn’t help, but it makes Bobby unable to see what sort of expression you are making.
“Well, that’s fine. I get that. But… that doesn’t change the fact I got nowhere else to go. I got no money to move or find a place of my own. All I have is that busted old trailer. If I wanna go somewhere else, I’d need to sleep on the streets.”
>You hear Bobby shift in his seat.
>When you look at him, he’s digging through his pockets.
>Eventually, he finds what he’s looking for and slaps it on the table.
>For some odd reason, you find yourself looking at a brochure. No, make that two.
>”And that’s where my other reason comes in. See, I told you I was gonna make you a suggestion, idjit. And this is it.”
>You pick up the first brochure and look it over.
>It greets you with big bold letters that spell out:
>”Welcome to Canterlot City: Where Friendship Awaits You.”
>The brochure spreads out, giving you an overview and plenty of pictures of this place.
>Mild, pleasant seasons, plenty of natural beauty, bustling urban area… it looks practically nothing like your hometown.
>To be frank, it looks far too good to be true.
>But then again, that’s probably the point of brochures.
>”I know it looks like a bunch of crap when put on a piece of paper, but Canterlot’s a really nice place.”
>Bobby taps the brochure with his finger.
>”But then again, I guess you already knew that?”
“Huh?”
>Your eyes dart from the pictures to your uncle.
>He raises his eyebrow in confusion.
>”Why that look son? Don’t tell me you forgot?”
“Forgot what?”
>He chuckles and finished his coffee in one big gulp, placing the cup back on the table.
>”I guess it’s been almost eleven years, but still… you used to visit my place every time your father got in trouble with the law. Remember?”
>>27525870
>As absurd as it sounds… you really don’t.
>You try to think back to your childhood, but are met with nothing but vague recollections and memories.
>Of summers spent at the beach.
>Of autumns spent in the woods.
>Of winters spent in the city.
>Of springs spent at the lake.
>You remember a place that certainly ain’t your hometown… but you have no connection to those memories.
>They feel almost like someone else’s.
>Has it been that long?
>Really?
>Did your childhood slip through your fingers just like that?
>Or does the young man who went through what you did not recognize the boy he used to be anymore?
>”You know, son, it’s alright. Even if you don’t remember, that don’t mean nothing. Still… I suppose your friend’s gonna be sad when she hears.”
>Friend?
“W-what… what are you talking about?”
>”Don’t tell me you forgot her too? You idjit, that girl and you used to be glued from the hip! When you left for the last time, she even gave you her ribbon, didn’t she? Shouldn’t a gesture like that leave some impression?”
>Those words catch your attention.
>Like a man possessed, you turn to your sailor bag and begin to shift through its contents.
>Needless to say, there’s not much.
>Therefore, you find what you’re looking for with relative ease.
>Pulling out the white ribbon, you gaze at it with newfound interest.
>So… even though you had forgotten the reason… you still instinctively carried it with you, to this day?
>”Well I’ll be. Didn’t think you kept that thing for so long. I guess you didn’t forget after all.”
>Bobby smiles at you, but you find yourself unable to smile back.
>Your eyes are glued to the ribbon.
>At the fragile thing in your clumsy hands.
“No. I… I still don’t remember. Everything from those times is hazy. But…”
>You grasp the ribbon and bring it to your forehead.
>>27525874
>Memories inside your head are going at a speed too fast for you.
>Of days spent, of days lost, of days gone by.
>They are hazy at best, and offer nothing concrete.
>Like Bobby said, you spent time in Canterlot when you were little. You did.
>But what did you do back then?
>How did you live back then?
>You just don’t remember.
>All the years between that innocent time and now are just too much of a barrier to overcome.
>But even through all those misty memories, you see one constant to your days spent away from home.
>One thing that was always there.
>Always by your side.
>A girl with a smile that could warm your heart to the brim.
>A girl with eyes that were both strong and kind.
>A girl with a white ribbon tied to her hair.
“Uncle? Do you… do you remember her name?”
>Bobby sighs, scratching the back of his head.
>”Sorry, son. It’s been so long, and honestly, I think she was afraid of me. And who can blame her? I ain’t exactly a model citizen. But I do remember you and her were inseparable.”
>That’s enough for you.
>Even if you no longer remember her name, no longer remember her face, no longer remember your time together…
>It all still happened.
>And that’s enough to tell you that in Canterlot, you were happy.
>You offer your one final thanks to the nameless girl in your mind, and put the ribbon back into the bag.
>It’ll probably never find its owner.
>Just like you’re unlikely to ever meet that girl again.
>But the memories they both created helped you, even after all these years.
“So, what? You want me to move to Canterlot City with you?”
>You turn back to your uncle and light up another cigarette.
>He nods sternly.
>”That’s the idea. I think it’d do you good to get away from Kansas. Broaden your horizons a bit.”
>You had to admit, the idea was tempting.
>There was nothing left for you here, anyway.
>>27525883
“And what would I do? Work at your salvage yard? I gotta earn my own pay, Bobby. Sorry, but I’m not gonna freeload off of someone.”
>He shakes his head with a grin.
>His index finger points towards the other brochure, forgotten at the table.
>”Nah, son. You’re still young. You got more important things to do than work. And I’m gonna help you, whether you soddin’ like it or not.”
>A little taken aback by the strength in his voice, you pick up the other brochure.
>Just like the one for Canterlot City, this one’s advertizing some place as well.
>But this time… it’s a high school.
>Canterlot High School.
>What greets you first and foremost is a picture of a large, old building with a statue of a rearing horse on its lawn.
>You don’t even need to take a look inside to know what it’s gonna say.
>So instead, you shoot an incredulous look at your uncle.
“Seriously? Bobby, I’m eighteen.”
>”I know, but hear me out. I talked about your situation with the principal. Nice woman. She said CHS would be happy to take you in so you could finish your education after… well, after what happened.”
>Before you know it, Bobby’s hand is back on your shoulder.
>Its grip is strong, and his eyes are firm.
>You instinctively avoid eye contact.
>”I ain’t gonna let you make the same mistakes I did, idjit. You need to finish high school, for your own sake.”
>High school.
>You hadn’t even thought about such a ridiculous thing.
>Frankly, finishing it now, after all that happened, sounds ludicrous.
>Could you really fit back in with teenagers younger than you?
>And to be honest, did you want to?
>You had no desire to study anymore. You didn’t see the point.
>You just wanted to do something, anything, that’d let you disappear back into the mass of people known as general population.
>Because by disappearing, you could forget yourself.
>Just be another nobody.
>>27525892
“It’s not gonna work, Bobby.”
>You inform him, shoving aside his hand.
“You know I don’t have interest in going back to school. And what would I even do there? Start all over again? That’s just a waste of time, and you know.”
>Bobby shakes his head, jabbing his index finger towards your chest like a sword.
>”I talked this over with the principal already. You’d get to start from where you dropped out. You’d repeat the sophomore year and move on like the rest of the kids.”
>His eyes narrow and he adopts an expression even more stern.
>”Because that’s what you are, idjit, even if you don’t wanna admit it. A kid. Just like the rest of them. All because you forgot to grow up.”
>You growl at him, trying to stand your ground.
>But it’s hard when you can’t even bring yourself to look him in the eyes.
“I had better things to do. I was making something out of my life, and high school just wasn’t for me.”
>”And look where that landed you! You spent over a year in the juvie, lost all fame and fortune you managed to scrounge up, ruined your own reputation and your girlfriend-”
>You slam your fist down to the table. Hard.
>Hard enough to crack it some more.
>Hard enough that everyone in the diner is looking at you two.
>And just like that, you’ve deflated your own anger.
>You slide down the seat, wanting nothing more than to hide from the questioning glares of the people around you.
>”... Sorry, son. Didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just that… well, I wanna see you make the right choice. And I think this school could really help you.”
>Bobby pushed the brochure back into your hands, and you open it.
>What you see is smiling faces, groups of teenagers hanging about and warm hallways full of laughter.
>Nothing like the high school you remember.
>But wasn’t that the whole point?
>A fresh start?
>>27525896
“... I don’t know if I can do this, Bobby.”
>You finally admit it, heaving a heavy sigh.
>Coming face to face with all of this after your time in the juvie, it’s… it’s overwhelming.
>And it’s scary.
>”You’ll do fine, son. And you don’t have to make the decision now. It’s almost May, and the school year won’t start till August. The principal said you could think all you want, and the doors would always be open to you.”
>August, huh?
>That’s four months from now, roughly.
>Is that really enough?
>You don’t want to go to Canterlot City just for this school.
>You need to find yourself a place to live, scrounge up enough money to support your daily life and, well…
>... You needed to prepare yourself, mentally.
>You doubt you could get into the high school spirit like you used to.
>Hell, you’d rather just cruise through it alone, without bothering with others.
>Just focus on studying, working and getting back to your feet.
>Filling your days with stuff to do would be another form of disappearing into the crowd.
>It’d be hilariously easy as well. Who’d try to get chummy with an ex-juvie? Especially in a high school?
>You turn to look back your uncle… and this time, you look him straight in the eyes.
“Alright. On one condition.”
>”That is?”
“Give me time till October. I want to find my own place to live and work for my own income.”
>”But-”
“No buts. I’ll let you help, but I wanna do this right.”
>Right, as in, alone.
>For a moment, you find yourself under your uncle’s scrutinizing gaze. It’s almost as if he’s testing you.
>Finally he relents.
>”Fine, you idjit. But you’ll be sleeping at my place till you find a decent apartment.”
“Yeah.”
>By the time you were ready to stand on your own, you’d be long gone.
>Long gone into the nameless masses.
>Without having to worry about anything.
>After all… you’d never make another mistake again.
>>27525900
And that's it for the specialneedsupdate of MaMwM. Some past revelations, some foreshadowing, lots of incessant rambling that really should be cut down... so pretty much the same stuff that can always be found in these updates.
We will resume regular updates tonight or tomorrow, depending on how busy I am.
In any event, this whole 200th thread thing made me realize that I've been writing this thing on-and-off for over a year. Longer than any other green I've done/tried to do. And I don't think it would have been possible in any other place than /dzg/. I love you faggots. All the homo.
>>27525928
Based. Thanks mistake anon, we love you too.
>>27525928
>tfw you realize how much time has passed here
>tfw you think of the friends you've made here
>tfw you can't imagine losing contact with them
>tfw it will happen eventually
It all feels so unreal.
>>27525928
>We will resume regular updates
Don't rush us to bump limit with nothing but updates of your shitty story.
>>27526017
I hope he does, just for you.
>>27526032
>200th thread ends super early because "lol delinquents" couldn't be bothered to not vomit all over the thread
Yeah, I'm sure that will go over well.
>>27526055
>Thinking I'm serious
>Taking a thread this seriously
Go take a walk anon.
>>27526091
"Jus kiddin guise!"
>>27526017
>>27526055
>>27526187
wow, anon. you sure are life of the party. surely you aren't trying to start something you rapscallion you?
>>27526187
On neat, never seen that one.
>>27524123Get hyped, brother
>>27526212
The hilarious thing is the last past you linked wasn't even mine; somebody just decided to carry on without me.
In honor of our beautiful queens making it to 200 threads, here's the song that they ensnared us all with: https://youtu.be/-_qqkzXOGMs
>>27526230
so you were just trying to start something? how naughty
>>27526212
Start something? You're the one who's trying to drive the contentfag away.
>>27526230
Stop pretending you're me.
>>27525928
Thanks anon. I fully homo love you too.
Happy 200th fellow Dazzlefags.Love you all.
>>27526055
aren't these theeads usually mostly regurgitated images with little content chunks mixed in anyways?
Sonata is best dazzle.
>>27525928
This is easily in my top 3 favorite green list of all time. I'm not sure on the order of them because fuck that requires too much thought, but regardless: I've had fun making this mistake with you.
>>27526326
It's gonna take more than that to drive me away.Now if someone were to tell me that Fingerbang would appreciate my content much more, that'd be another story...
Still, I should totally change the name of the story to: "lol delinquents"
I miss goof...
>>27526222
Have you seen m'boy?
>>27526499
Ye, that's true. There are various artists nobody ever posts here.
Join me, anon, and together we will produce content the likes of which has never been contained in this general!
AAAA-HAHAHAHA!
>>27526605
I miss the sudden influxes of green.
>>27526605
Seen him? Depends.I am him afterall
>>27526642
i smell no alcohol in your breath you fuckin LIAR
>>27526652Been on a detox for a while, brother
>>27526670
How are you doing you beautiful son of a bitch?
>>27525928
Quite nice.
>>27526714
Good. Had to stop by for the big 200. Will probably post some green laterBeautiful? Awww you qt bby
>>27526670
HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gotta run to work soon :(
Wow, 200 threads of Seahorse Satans.
Thats kinda impressive, even for us filthy perverts.
>>27526630
What? What about last thread?
>>27526670
And you! You never visit except for when you need money or a place to do laundry. What have you got to say for your self, junior?
>>27526851I've been undercover, shhhhhhhhhI'm just hanging out and writing in light of the 200. I even opened a case of beer last night for the first time in a couple of months. Expect drunken shenanigans
>>27526851
I'm talking back when there were upwards of 6 or 7 different namefag writers and a bunch of random anons.
I love you, /dzg/
>>27526880
Can't wait to read it when I get home from work. Glad you're back for this thread.
>>27526880
Well, I'm happy to see you around. I knew people would show up for 200. I still use the same email if you're up for talk.
I'm currently writing a green about tiny DagiActually I'm out trying to get laid right now.and I finally reached the lewd part.
>>27526904
Oh that. Yeah, we're pretty much dead now. Btw, can someone fill me in about goof? Or was it goob? Damn, can't remember. Anyway, I saw very little of him before he left. Neither green nor drama, even though people claimed he dealt in both.
>>27526976
He's 100% gone as far as any of us know.
>>27526735
Kid Anon when?
>>27527028
As soon as I get out of this deep dark depreI'm just kidding. Maybe soon, who knows?
>>27524123
>>27526752
>>27526931You're just my little fucking bundle of joy, aren't you? <3
So when are we bringing back the trapdagio shitstorms, or maybe the thread where we were all girls, or maybe...
>>27527332
As soon as you can take the entire girth of Adagio's futa cock in your virgin anus
>>27527381
>tfw this will never happen
>>27525065
>they're back...
Yeah I know been lurkan, but I prefer art over greentext and there aren't any drawfags
>>27527381
>You will never give Dagi a triple blowjob with her two sluts
>>27526762
Dagi has a bush.
>>27528779
http://i.imgur.com/i0osc9Y.png
Enjoy
>>27529014
Done and done
From http://pastebin.com/JVEZtgsi
[Switch]
>you sit on your throne as you watch the players dwindle in numbers and you laughing in delight
"Hahahahaha!"
>"You know you don't have to monologue on /everything/." said Aria
"Silence Barbaria. As Dungeon Lord, I find it very satisfying that my traps and minions are destroying everything. Soon, there will be no players left to oppose me."
>"So does this mean I'm gonna sit here and do nothing? Again?!"
"Don't tell me you aren't enjoying being the Dungeon Lord's right hand?"
>"No, I'm tired of doing nothing when I could be out there wrecking things."
>you sigh
"Oh Barbaria, even if you could, the rules won't really allow you to fight the way you want. Player against Player has very strict rules when it comes to physical combat."
>"Well you're the Dungeon Lord, can't you change the rules a bit to be more physical?"said Aria as she puts her hands up in the air, "Heck, why not just change the game altogether? It's been five months and these numbers still give me a headache."
"Hmm.."
>you ponder
>"Adagio, inner voice." said Aria
>Anyway, changing the game rules sounds tempting
>you did like being Dungeon Lord but what fun is it when you need to do all these rolls and number crunching? There are kids here! How do they even know how these work?!
>you sit deeply in your chair as you wonder how to change the game
>an idea popped in your head
"Oh Barbaria~?"
>"Yes?" said an annoyed Aria
"I think it's time that we changed the rules. For the better."
>Aria grins
>you both laugh maniacally
"MUWAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
>"Seriously. Stop with the monologues. They ruin the mood."
>>27529417
>Playing DnD tonight and waiting on GM to get his shit together
>This updates
Thank fuck now I have something to take my mind off it.
>>27525874
>ribbon of a former friend
Remind me, when did dazzles arrive to canterlot? Because I'm putting my money on aria
[spoilers]that or one of the mane 6, because that's a fun can of worms[/spoilers]
Get in her faggots. I'm doing a stream on twitch at autumnfirehappy.
>>27529461
Is that you, Spiderwhore?
>>27529558
Fuck off and play Ziggurat, you casual.
>>27529767
Who?
>>27529891
A guy who plays D&D and likes spidergirls. Many threads back I posted a few ideas he liked like a spidergirl weaving her wedding dress with her silk, or clothes that trap her victims.
During a big shitstorm he told me something that made me think again and again. I was hoping to thank him sincerely and perhaps talk to him more and further benefit from his wise words.
>>27525065
>you realize this isn't a livable situation.
It's fine right now, sorta, like I said I'm kinda used to it by now.
>What were the voices saying
I was too tired to tell what they were saying or at least to remember. I might have known at the time. It sounded like a man and two women talking.
>do you still have these random doodles?
I don't, and I hate myself for not saving them, 'cus it's something I would do normally, but I was just annoyed at the time that I scribbled all over my work and quickly got rid of them. It was like one of the anons but with moose antlers for some reason and a duck-guy-thing, I don't know, along with some unidentifiable scribbling. It was weird.
> my headcanon...
I'm okay with this.
>make a thread over at /x/ for us dazzlefags to share our stories in.
I'd participate, though I'm not sure how you'd pull it off. I haven't visited /x/ in a while.
>Pffft, ...
Yeah, I don't consider myself a special snowflake or something and I don't act like a crazy person in public. I'm perfectly capable of functioning with relative normality. And while I do have some social anxieties I am definitely not depressed. I'm actually the happiest I've ever been now that I'm older and can deal with my problems instead of when I was a kid and didn't know what the fuck was going on. I like myself and my life right now, even with my insomnia and other messed up stuff.
Alright I just wanted to answer that. Enough about me.
>>27530241
D&D AND spider girls? Fuck where was I when this happened.
>>27530241
It was me!
>>27522024
With the exception of Tirek, the whole Villain series was agiant fucking waste of time.
Does Sonata's stupidity
A) Annoy you
B) Arouse you
C) Awaken protective feelings within you
>>27530867
She seems likeshe'd actually be kind of nice if her friends weren't such cunts.Similar to what I feel when I look at Ty Lee.
>>27530867
C
>>27530867
All the above
>>27530867
Arouse me. It makes my penis diamonds.
>>27530867
C BRAH
>>27530775
I only read the Dazzlings one because I wanted a Dazzling issue.
Chrysalis' comic was kind of a let down
>>27529417
HEESSS BAAACK!!
>>27521613
I fucking hate the dazzlings but that image is super funny
>>27530466
>I was too tired to tell what they were saying or at least to remember. I might have known at the time. It sounded like a man and two women talking.
>It was like one of the anons but with moose antlers for some reason and a duck-guy-thing, I don't know, along with some unidentifiable scribbling. It was weird.
That's some hair-raising spoopyness. It sucks ass that you erased them. This would had been awesome. Now I hate you too.
>It was like one of the anons but with moose antlers
You drew Umarak?!
>I'd participate, though I'm not sure how you'd pull it off. I haven't visited /x/ in a while.
Easy. Someone makes a thread on /x/ called "various paranormal experiences" or something, put a link here and then post stories there. Namefagging optional, though personally I would prefer to know who's seen what. Also we don't mention the Dazzlings there.
>>27530497
...I'm not convinced.
>>27530867
It depends on the story. Is it a molestation story? A shipping story that ends in babies? Does she cause any damage?
>>27530867
C, sirens are not for sexualThey are for cuddles
Alright, well, we're pretty slow right now. And I'm still working on my story. Any short story ideas I can work on whilst I finish?
Also, Sonatafags for the winMy dazzle folder is so fucking out of date
And since it -is- slow...
I'm not gonna be in the business of posting a lot of WIP's, but because a few folks asked in the last thread -- I did break out some of fig-senpai's anatomy PDFs today and spent a bit of time on this.
Not a lot of progress, but it's something to give an idea of the figure style I'm going for. Just a rough form layer. Nowhere near actual "ink" yet.
>>27532555
AWAKEN MY MASTERS
>>27532555
Trips
>3 repeating digits
>3 dazzlings
>3 pillar men
Coincidence?
I THINK NOT!!!
>>27532593
I didn't even notice the digits.
Motivation surging. Fate has spoken.
>>27532364
Agreed my Sonatafag brother via a Canadian mother.
As for short story ideas....maybe a 'First day on the job' story where each Siren has to go through training after their gems were broken at the Battle of the Bands? Best I could come up with on short notice.
Glad you're back for a while and are doing well.
>>27532555
I can tell this is gonna make for a nice OP image
I want to fuck Wee
>>27532786
same
>>27532786
tfw she lives/lived? in the town I grew up in.'course I'm now on the other side of the country and have a daughter her age. And folks still double take when they find out, since don't look a day over 30 myself.
What does a dazzling fan have to do to get invited to the Skype group?
>>27532786
>>27532825
Glad to see you guys haven't changed much
>>27532624
Sounds like a fair idea, I'll see if I can muster anything upMissed you, ya nub. You'll be happy to know that you have some extra family now.Can you help me update my sonata folder?
>>27532855
She lives in the town home of the one of the greatest bands Mustard Plug.
Didcha ever get a chance to see them?
>>27532900
I remember the name for sure. Never saw 'em live though.
>>27532928
Damn, wee gave me the same kinda answer when I asked her that on her Tumblr too.
>>27532958
Well, they were a thing before she was even born. Though just did a quick look, and seems they're still together and doing shows to this day.
>>27532860
just ask hype I guess. or contact the others on their tumblr/whatevers. wee, wk and fig are all in the group iirc
>>27532979
Yea for sure but I mean they were around before I was born too and I've seen them 3 times now
Man, remember when this thread was about Dazzlings? Neither do I.
>>27531465
Your belief is not required young one.The spiders will take you and drink of you tasty fluids nonetheless.
>>27530867
>implying she isn't the worst of the three
>>27530867
b and c
>>27532786
who
>>27530867
Does Adagio's
A) Arouse you
B) Arouse you
C) Arouse you
>>27523173
>that pic
I wished the comic went further than the bj
>>27533700
DAs in, what I'd give Adagio.If I were her teacher.In an empty classroom.
>>27533240
Spiders are bros. I try not to kill anything that isn't a cockroach or mosquito, but I'm extra careful and patient with spiders.You told me something along the lines of "It's the internet bby. Nobody important cares". It made sense, but I didn't feel that way. That made me think and realize that I cared because I'd allowed myself to get completely isolated from irl and even the rest of the internet. This place was essentially the only society I was "living" in.
There's a difference between knowing and realizing. I knew I was pathetic but you made me realize just how sad my existence was. So I made a turn and now I have more life than a great chunk of 4chan's userbase. I'm still not a member of the upper crust though, so I have ways to go.
There were two more revelations, but I already resolved them and they led me to other open situations.
So thank you. You've done me more good than you know.
>>27525065
Work kept me busy, far too busy. Also some personal unexpected things happened but that's a tale for another time.
>Have you improved any or have you given up on drawing?
I'll never give up drawing, and I've seen improvements in my work but you all will be the judge of that I suppose.
I've acquired a Tablet some time ago and I've been practicing diligently with it and I've been working hard on that Dazzling CYOA/D&D thing I mentioned a long time ago, so look forward to that.
>>27534147
Too busy to write a proper green so instead have a summary.
>After losing their powers the Dazzlings are forced to attend school
>You are a new teacher fresh out of college
>Your favourite part of the day is when the studrnts leave the classroom because you get to see Adagio's ass and swaying hips
>One day as you enjoy the view, Adagio stops, turns her head and winks at you
"Oh crap she saw me!"
>Adagio leaves, erotic as ever
>You don't make enough money, so you get a second job as a private tutor
>You receive a call and you go to a house
>Adagio opens the door
>You are both startled for a moment
>Then Adagio smiles and invites you in
>The Dazzlings suck at school and so they decided to hire a private tutor, not knowing it was you
>Sex "innocently" happens
>You start a forbidden affair with Adagio
>Adagio starts manipulating you by having sex around school and threatening to get loud if you don't do as she says
>At first she demands better grades, then that you give Sunset bad grades
>Adagio's ambition grows, as does her fondness for her boytoy
>Under the guidance of Adagio you seduce and corrupt other students and teachers like it's a hentai
>That includes the Rainbooms
>Eventually you make it to the principals
>You make them your cumsluts
>With enough dirt on everyone and acceptance from teachers and students alike, you become the undisputed secret leader of the school and turn CHS into a school of sin
>And Adagio is the new queen bitch
>>27534390
Does that mean you'll be making a comeback soon?
Btw, I came across a little something something the other day that I wanted to adapt for the thread. It's a comic/tabletop battle game thing. I was going to make it myself but a drawfag will do it better justice I'm sure. Want to take a look at it to see if it intrigues you or the other drawfags?
>>27521613
Congradulations on the big 200 boys, heres to 200 more.
Flutterrape sends it's regaurds.
>>27523059
>childhood friend never wins
She will this time!
>>27521613
Happy 200th dzg!
Here's a video!
http://youtu.be/QQPEFRNt_WM
>>27534631
Ah I remember that
>>27531465
>You drew Umarak?!
As if he was one of us here in the general, yeah.
>Easy. Someone makes a thread on /x/ called "various paranormal experiences" or something
Well count me if it ever happens. I think we'd need more initial participants to get it off though.
>>27534557
Fantasy stuff is my favorite so I'd like to see it. No promised on delivering though I'm sort of burnt out right now and I have to work. But I might store the idea and work on it when I recover my strength.
>>27532884
Fresh for your folder.
Extra family?
>>27534557
>Tells me to email him
>Doesn't check email
>>27535342You have a little sonatafag nephew on the way, brother
Anyway, story time. Been a while since I've written. Here we go.
>>27536792
>The car slowly fills with a white, milky, smoke.
>She takes another deep breath before more of the same smoke exits her lungs
>She hands you the paper, rolled up and burning slowly
>You sigh lightly, before taking another light hit
>"What's wrong, Dickbag?"
>...Ha, funny.
>Aria gives you a blunt stare through her glassy eyes
>You let the smoke fill you up, and really soak it in, then after a few long moments finally exhale
"Nothing, nothing's wrong, but thanks for being so caring, Aria."
>You pass the paper back to your sassy purple friend
>She takes it, and waits a few moments before taking another hit, she stares out into the empty parking lot as she exhales
>"Be thankful, fag. I'm one of the few people who actually give a shit about you."
>Her tone is cold...
>But not harsh.
>She has a tendency to act like this around you, you're one of the few people she can talk to like this and get away with
>It didn't phase you all that much
"I love you too, PurpleDyke."
>You could, after all, throw it right back at her
>>27534608
Sure she will,haha.
>>27536802
>The night air cooled the car fairly quickly after you opened the windows
>After several minutes (and sprays of perfume), you drove Aria back home
>The smell of raspberries and lavender helped a little to cover up the musk in your car
>Aria played and fiddled with the radio looking for a station most of the ride, while you were concentrating on driving
>The ride passed along quickly, and as you drove into her neighborhood she toned down the radio
>As you pulled up alongside her house she grabbed her backpack out of the backseat
>She stepped out of the car and threw you a quick glance
>"See you tomorrow, nerd."
>And, without waiting for a response, closed the door
>The return home was uneventful
>The streets were empty and dark, and without Aria to fiddle with the radio, the car was in a dead silence
>Not that you really miss her bitchiness though
>The silence was actually kinda nice, almost soothing
>Something about the road quickly and quietly passing around you was almost therapeutic
>Almost.
>To be honest you felt a little fidgety, probably from your little session with Aria
>Luckily you were almost home.
>You turn a corner and onto your street
>You slowly approach your house and come to a stop on the curb, right next to your driveway
>You turn the key in the ignition and listen to the engine die before carefully opening the door.
>>27536827
>You make sure to quietly open the door to your home
>The house was in a dead silence, like you expected.
>No one would be here or awake to greet you, your father was away on business and your mother was most likely already asleep, given the hour
>You didn't want to wake her.
>You quietly shut the door after your entrance and slip through the silent house to your bedroom
>You pass by your mother's room with relative ease, but it was nerve-racking
>Finally you approach and quietly open the door to your bedroom
>You throw off your shoes before you collapse onto your welcoming mattress
>Who even needs to undress?
>Fuckin squares, that's who.
>You dig your head into your comforting pillow before releasing a sigh
>You weren't very psyched about tomorrow
>Or, well...
>You look at your nearby alarm clock
>Today.
>You probably weren't going to be able to get many hours of sleep in.
>But you tried to not let that bother you as you lose yourself in the comfortable bundle of cushion, then slowly fall asleep...
>>27536792
F-for realizes? Congrats my man, when's he due?
>>27534231
I don't bother most bugs/arachnids unless they get on me/too close for comfort.Glad I could help, anon. Do your thing and live life however best suits you.
>>27530867
D) Let down your guard around her
