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Let's have an emo pony thread and post like it's 2014.
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i love emo pones i love emo pones i love them so much
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>>41495501
bump :c
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>>41495501
I still don't really like emo music, but I like Miss Eri. I want to make her smile.
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Made me remember Music Therapy, good stuff. Wasn't it based on a greentext?
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/465980/music-therapy
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>>41497369
It absolutely is, here's the link https://ponepaste.org/1226
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This mare is for care
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>>41498329
I want her to sit on my face and crush me with her squishy emo plot
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>>41499151
Here, have a list of gloomy butts.
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>>41500145
Shouldn't Arrhythmia be here?
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>>41500145
Kek

>>41500419
Arrythmia was more of a coquettish bat pony, not so much as emo.
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I think an emo mare and a neet mare should touch noses haha
as a joke haha
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holy shit miss eri and emo pones thread my day is saved
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>>41495501
I’d completely forgotten about these, thanks for the throwback
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>>41497271
The two sides of Ponk
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>The walk back home feels more like a march.
>That itself is addled by the accumulated aches and pains throughout today’s work.
>All in all, nothing too unusual.
>Thankfully, respite lies ahead at home.
>Once within that sanctuary, you can finally-
>“Rest?” calls out a familiar voice.
>Broken out of your stupor, you spot Connie standing by your front door.
“Hey there, what’s up?”
>Her brow knits, “Well, I’m here to get you.”
>It’s your turn to knit your brow.
“For…?”
>A hint of a twitch is on her face, “Did you forget what today is?”
>Wracking your brain results in shaking your head.
“No, not really. Why, is it important?”
>The second that question leaves your mouth, everything clears up.
>It’s worsened by her gaze narrowing in on you.
>Her visible displeasure is not unfounded.
>That whole interaction happened a bit ago, with it replaying every so often.
>Because today is special, and it has been discussed at length for nearly a month.
>But the combination of work, along with a case of being scattered brain, has kept it off your mind for the past few days.
>Yet here you are now, trudging slowly after Connie.
>“What’s the hold up?” she asks, looking back.
>Although it was on you for forgetting about today, she seems to be forgetting your own troubles.
“Oh I don’t know… Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been on my hooves for nearly /twelve/ hours?”
>A small scrunch crosses her muzzle, to which she slows to match your pace.
>“Ah, right. I didn’t consider that.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
>Was that rude? A bit.
>But, it was the truth, nonetheless.
>Whatever her reason, she tends to forget how much of a literal pain your career is.
>And with today, not only did she forget, but she dumped not one, but TWO full bags of supplies onto you.
>She softly sighs, “All right.” And looks at you with a smile, “I admit that I /may/ be pushing you a little much.”
>Not even a second passes before she follows that up, “No, I’m sorry. That isn’t right. I am pushing you a lot today, Rest.”
>Good, at least she realizes that.
>“Though despite that, we’ve been talking about this in our meetings, so I want to keep to the schedule discussed.”
>Correction: the schedule /she/ wanted.
>You felt that winging it was easier, if not, better.
>Needless to say, that didn’t sit well when it was brought up.
>That doesn’t matter much now.
>Today is important, after all.
>So, souring it should be avoided at all costs, if possible.
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>>41502321
>Drawing yourself up, you spare her a friendly smile.
“Connie, I’m sure everything will be fine. You just need to…”
>You tilt your head from side-to-side.
“...dial it back, that’s all.”
>“I suppose you’re right,” she replies. “Though I do find that to be a bit surprising.”
>You arch a brow.
“What do you mean?”
>“Because I thought you would be just as enthusiastic about today as I am.”
“Again: I’ve been working nearly all day…”
>That twitch from before returns, stronger this time.
>She says nothing, otherwise.
>While you’re no ray of sunshine, she’s different, and not necessarily in a good way.
>Speaking of sunshine, there’s a lot of ponies out today; all friendly, too.
>Most give a little wave, some a warm greeting, and others engage in simple, little chitchat.
>Connie always returns either of the first two in kind.
>As for you, well…
>“Good afternoon, ladies,” greets a graying stallion.
>Unlike Connie, you shoot him a hard glare, which hurries him along without a further word.
>A pang of guilt stirs in your guts.
>Mistakes were made, but can be avoided if the situation presents itself later.
>At least this trip is almost over, as there is just one final turn ahead, then the matter of following the road until the destination is reached.
>You two round the corner, yet stop almost immediately upon doing so.
“Oh come on…”
>A heavy, slightly hushed sigh escapes your companion.
>Almost entirety of the street is covered in produce, trash, and other assorted bits and bobs.
>That’s all sourced from a rather large pileup of carts.
>There’s a crowd of various ponies gathered here, too, with none of them doing anything but arguing, gossiping, and/or gawking at the scene.
>“How did this even happen…?” asks Connie breathlessly.
“Dunno, but it did.”
>“This is just great,” she starts. “It’s going to delay everything I planned out, and-”
>You tune her out, seeking for a route.
>That appears in an instant.
>In spite of the aches, and the teetering of emotions, it’s clear what you must do.
>With that, you take off in a full gallop.
>“Rest, where are you going?!” calls out Connie.
>Explaining would take too long.
>There is no need to give her a glance to know that she’s giving chase.
>Through the many yards you two dash, and around ponies in said yards, along with whatever else is in them.
>Fences are leapt over as the impromptu marathon continues.
>Angry shouts, glares, and even literal trash are thrown at you.
>None of that slows your advance, as you dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge.
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>>41502323
>After getting through the very last yard, you come to an abrupt stop, though because you reached your destination, but-
>“Y-you…” *wheeze* “...you c-could have warned m-me first…” says Connie.
>That, and you’re not fairing any better.
>You can’t muster a response, save for waving her off with a nod.
>Your body trembles, having compounding the effects from work earlier.
>It’s then, without warning, you plop your rear onto the ground, still huffing and puffing all the while.
>Connie suddenly gasps.
>You raise a brow in question, but understand when she scrambles to check the bags you dropped unceremoniously next to you.
>Her eyes widen, “No, no, no!”
>Hindsight is twenty-twenty.
>You peek into a bag, finding the contents to likely be in the same shape as the other.
“Oh.”
>She snaps her head to you.
>A very strong, powerful twitch is in her eye, “It’s crushed, isn’t it?”
>Despite knowing better, you half-shrug and nod.
>“I can’t believe this,” she growls.
>She points a hoof at you, gaze tunneling in, “And it wouldn’t have happened had you not just taken off like some brainless oaf!”
>Oh here we go…
>Remember: stay calm, be the bigger mare.
>It would be easier with a little cider…
“Stop yelling, please.”
>Her body begins to visible shake as her face turns from pink to red.
>You swiftly boop the tip of her muzzle with a hoof.
“Hסld it. Take a deep breath in, then out, okay?”
>She continues to shake, but does nod, and starts to breath as you said.
>She does the whole process again and again, with each exhale appearing to ease her a little.
>Eventually, a small, calm smile forms on her lips.
“Better?”
>She nods.
“’kay, let me see what I can do to fix this.”
>Saying nothing, she lets you have at the bags.
>You fiddle with the contents of both, doing your best to undo the damage.
>That effort amounts to, well…
“Eh, I tried.”
>She looks over each, working her jaw a moment before shaking her head, “It’s fine, I suppose.”
>That went better than expected.
>Knowing how she can be, however, they’ll be lecture about this later.
>You pick up the bags, and follow her to the lonely little house at the edge of the road.
>While she knocks and you two wait, you peer down the road.
>The chaos from before is exactly the same as when you first saw it.
>You shake your head.
>A minute passes in silence.
>Connie knocks once again.
>There is still silence.
“Odd…”
>“Maybe she’s not home today?”
>Shaking your head again, you give her a look.
“Not likely.”
>“Hey, for all we know, she’s out taking a walk through the park, or maybe she’s at the bookstore.”
>You deadpan.
“Seriously?”
>“What? It’s entirely possible.”
>As optimistic as that is, that’s a clear cover for worry.
>Not that you blame her though, because you’re certainly starting to feel it, too.
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>>41502327
>You opt to knock, though louder than she did.
>Time passes by, earning the same response as the last two.
>That leaves one action.
>You set down the bags, and turn around.
“Stand back, I’m gonna buck it down.”
>Her eyes go as wide as saucers.
>Before you can go any further, she stomps, “Whoa there, Rest!”
>She whips her head back-and-forth, planting herself between you and the door.
>“Let’s not get too hasty. The last thing we want is to overact.”
>Ironic…
>This isn’t the time for arguing, however.
“What if she’s hurt?”
>Any semblance of calm dissolves immediately from her face.
>In its place, a darker, more cסlder sight appears, “Then I’d tear apart the world to save her.”
>You adopt a wide grin.
“Now you’re speaking my language.”
>Just as you go to buck, she raises a hoof, “Wait!”
“What is it this time?”
>“At least let me check if it’s locked first.”
>You utter a low groan.
“There is no time for that…”
>“Let me try, anyway.”
>Sighing, you step aside.
>She turns the handle easily, and looks back to you, “See? There was no need for force.”
“True, but it shouldn’t be unlocked.”
>She nods, “Agreed.”
>The two of you hurry inside.
>Most of the living room is dim, lit only by the open door, with few cracks of light coming from around the closed curtains.
>Connie draws said curtains open, though nothing appears out of the ordinary.
>A simple look is shared between you two says what to do next: search.
>You check the basement, while she deals with the first floor.
>It’s dark, damp, cluttered, but otherwise, there’s nothing down there.
>That feeling from the front door is fed by nothingness.
>You return to Connie.
“Anything?”
>“No.”
“Same here.”
>It doesn’t need to be said to know what you’re both feeling.
>A light creak comes from upstairs, drawing you both into looking up, with your ears twitching.
>There’s a moment of silence, then the creak comes again.
>Yet another exchange of a look moves you two into going upstairs.
>That itself is slow, feeling heavier than it should be.
>There’s a few rooms up here: the bedroom, bathroom, and the attic.
>Out of the three, the bedroom has sole attention.
>What feels like a cסld chill billows from it.
>That only grows worse when you’re both standing in front of the closed door.
>A hard lump forms in your throat.
>You swallow it down, and glance at Connie, seeing her face likely the same as yours.
>Carefully, you open the door.
>Like the rest of the home, it’s dimly lit.
>Every step is slow, slower than going up, and even heavier somehow.
>Aside from yours and Connie’s breathing, it’s silent.
>Just like the living room, Connie pulls aside the curtains, but that does not make the situation any better.
>The desk is a disorganized mess of papers (crumpled or straight), pencils, pens, and razors.
>The bookshelves have been emptied, with their contents strewn across the floor.
>And the bed has its bedding sprawled out haphazardly.
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>>41502329
>This atmosphere, it’s thick, harsh, hard to breath.
>Everything feels frozen in time.
>But that itself ends.
>Because you see it.
>Connie sees it.
>The closet door is closed.
>It’s /never/ been closed before.
>If it was cסld before, it’s now freezing.
>A shiver courses throughout your coat as you two approach the closet.
>You’re not sure who did it first, but both yours and her hoof are on the handle.
>A single look is shared, then you both rip the door open.
“ERI!”
>“ERI!”
>“Oh come on… why couldn’t you just leave me alone?”
>She manages to utter a single ‘eep!’ as she’s glomped by you two.
>“Nuuu! Stop it, I did not give you permission to touch me. This is a bad touch.”
>“Don’t you /ever/ dare scare me like that again,” cries out Connie.
>If you could, you’d say something similar.
>She is safe.
>She is all right.
>She still groans in mock agony.
>But despite that, the lingering fear withers away for the time being.
>At last, you’re able to speak freely.
“H-hey, um. Happy birthday, Eri.”
>“That’s right,” starts Connie. “Happy birthday, dear.”
>Eri deeply sighs, then shifts her gaze from you to Connie.
>“It’s just another long, dark year of rotting and suffering; edging me closer and closer to the cסld embrace of the grave.”
>She’s still herself.
>It takes some effort, but you two do get her downstairs to the couch.
>Connie retrieves the bags from outside, and pulls out a large box from one.
>It’s revealed to be a cake, which surprisingly, is intact.
>“I don’t deserve this,” mutters Eri.
>“You deserve a lot. Doesn’t she, Rest?”
“Yeah, of course she does.”
>“The only thing I deserve is death,” wails Eri.
>Connie lightly titters while tending to the cake.
>You grab a gift at random from the other bag.
“Here, open this.”
>A brief look of disapproval appears on Connie’s face, which you promptly ignore.
>“I…” Eri starts, shaking her head, “I don’t know how to feel about this.”
“I dunno, maybe happy?”
>Okay, that was a poor choice of words.
>And from the look Connie is giving you, it’s a mutual thought.
>Eri utters a disturbing mix of a laugh and cry, and shakes her head.
>“...as if that would ever happen to me.”
>She’s always been like this, even before you two first met at the hospital years ago.
“Well, go on, and open it, anyway.”
>She tries, but is having a hard time due to the knot.
>That’s Connie’s work; you always make yours so simple that even a foal could open it.
>Eri’s frustration boils over into her biting and snapping the twine with a grunt.
>You can’t help but utter a small giggle, which earns a glare from her.
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>>41502331
>Her attention falls back to the box, and she opens it, then pauses, staring at the inside for a moment.
>Her eyes widen as she pulls out the gift, “A poetry book.”
>There’s a very brief, small twitch at the corners of her mouth.
>“And…” she opens to the first page, “you even got the author to sign it, too.”
>Connie beams, “I knew you’d like it.”
>Not wanting to be outdone, you fish out another gift, finding one of yours.
>Eri has a much easier time opening it, and upon doing so, that twitch appears again.
>“A teddy bear.”
>She hugs it close, drawing a little warmth from your chest.
“Do you like it?”
>A stupid question, but you like asking, anyway.
>She nods silently while still hugging it close.
>The last of the candles are set, then lit, and as Eri looks to it, a small twinkle is in her eyes.
>“I, uhm, well… thanks, girls.”
“Anytime.”
>“You’re welcome, dear.”
>Honestly, despite all the troubles today – the long work shift, forgetting what today is, the pileup, or even the scare from earlier – everything went well in the end.
>In fact, nothing could spoil this moment.
>Eri blows out her candles.
>“I wish I was dead,” she mumbles.
>Okay, other than her wishing for that.
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I should have posted this earlier this year during her birthday, but I was being a coward.
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>>41502335
what day is her birthday?
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>>41503020
March 5. Pic related.
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Finally a decent fuckkng thread, also inky is love
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>>41503287
God they're so cute together
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>>41504041
Inky needs love after what went down with big mac
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>>41503287
Not a big fan of yuri but...
I would do them both.
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I really really like Deep Rest
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I like to take her on dates
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>>41504518
living the dream
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oh shit what up
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>>41502334
>>“I wish I was dead,” she mumbles.
i love you Eri so damn much
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I really like it when they do the hair over the eye mayne
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>>41502334
Neato green

>>41504669
Woo! Lazer!
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>>41500765
which Neet mare?
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>>41504866
Have a gloomy tuesday
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>>41504866
Man, I still miss her old colors.

>>41504989
Dot and Deep Rest sounds like a fun combo. I can imagine Floorb daring Dot to do it during a game of Truth or Dare in an attempt to make her tap out, but much to her dismay, Dot actually does it and completely catches everyone off guard.
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>>41502334
Nice
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>>41497542
A new faggot thanks you. Had no idea Emo mares existed to the point of being sort of parallel to /NEET/, cos this green looks pretty legit.
>R4YDH, your name is Raydh.
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holy shit
/emo/ bros WE ARE SOOOO BACK!!
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>>41502334
thanks for this man
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>>41506553
suicide party!
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This thread is going to get me out of my art block
Might start with Eri, naturally
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>>41507450
Draw her wearing panties
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>>41507848
Based
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>>41505619
>I still miss her old colors.
Same
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>>41507848
I'm thinking her sitting on her hooves with pantu showing
I'll get too it once I'm off work in a hour
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>>41509408
PLEASE DO THIS
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>deep rest
All I can think of: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ac355NgsV0
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>>41509512
Holy shit, good track
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>>41509508
Actually, it's not anatomically correct
I'll do something else
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drawing is hard you guys
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>>41510152
Look at the trashy emo mare
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>>41507450
Any luck?
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bumping this thread because you faggots got me hooked on /emo/ mares I now I crave all the content.
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>>41511515
Based
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>>41510605
I bet she smells like 99cents ramen and cigarettes
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Are there any Paper Cut green texts?
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>>41511828
/OUR/ princess
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>>41512777
Nothing that comes to my head
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>>41495501
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>>41510152
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Miss Eri in /mppp/ when?
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>>41514910
Nice
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>>41515445
>/mppp/
tthe what now?
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>>41516016
Mass produced pony plush
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>>41516237
3d eri
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>>41516533
This is insanely based, I hope you're taking good care of her anon
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>>41506289 (Me)
I've at last finished this green. My general summarization is that though it's written extremely funky and in the weirdest format, yet the pure soul put into the writing and the amount of snowpitty contained in the characters (maybe Anon too) is easily more then enough to make up for it. I believe this to be an undisputable king (despite being the first I've read) of /emo/ and a kino Miss Eri founding green.
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>>41514910
oh yeah, no BG
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>>41518809
Good
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>>41518582
Glad you liked it. That was my first actual green so it's pretty rough around the edges. Still, nice to see it being enjoyed years later.
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>>41518565
Poor Eri
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>>41519265
Pet the sad pone
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>>41495501
"Real Emo" only consists of the dc Emotional Hardcore scene and the late 90's Screamo scene. What is known by "Midwest Emo" is nothing but Alternative Rock with questionable real emo influence. When people try to argue that bands like My Chemical Romance are not real emo, while saying that Sunny Day Real Estate is, I can't help not to cringe because they are just as fake emo as My Chemical Romance (plus the pretentiousness). Real emo sounds ENERGETIC, POWERFUL and somewhat HATEFUL. Fake emo is weak, self pity and a failed attempt to direct energy and emotion into music. Some examples of REAL EMO are Pg 99, Rites of Spring, Cap n Jazz (the only real emo band from the midwest scene) and Loma Prieta. Some examples of FAKE EMO are American Football, My Chemical Romance and Mineral EMO BELONGS TO HARDCORE NOT TO INDIE, POP PUNK, ALT ROCK OR ANY OTHER MAINSTREAM GENRE
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>>41520775
It's 2024, all music has been reduced to mush, now the genre of the band is whatever the lead singer says it is. Like when Lemmy used to say that Motorhead was rock and roll when it was 100% speed/heavy metal, he really saw the future
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>>41520775
shut up and pet the cute sad mares you fucking faggot, they need to be less sad and unlike the NEETs don't need washed first
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>>41520775
Right. MCR is punk, not emo.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SbRglbdcLg
An Ignorant Guide to Midwest Emo

>>41522922
but Emo is Punk! or hardcore
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>>41524290
B-BUT THAT'S FORBIDDEN LOVE!!!
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woah rude
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>>41520775
Every time I hear mid west emo, my head goes to this.
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/Ob7jybw6rgc
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>>41525529
Well, *pfft* for you too, ladies.
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>>41525625
Inky pie if she had a band
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>>41520775
cap'n jazz mare when?
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>>41520680
Wear them, ya fucking coward
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hey, no death, yet
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>>41528695
Cute
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>>41527163
Woah, rude.
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>>41520680
>>41511828
>>41513276

I wonder what Eri thinks of princess emo heart
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>>41530995
Cool
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Headpats for the sad pony ponies>>41531573
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>>41531202
"poser"
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Eri!
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Ok, here's my idea, flurry heart one time saw Eri and her group of friends hagnging on the local park of the crystal empire (let's say they went to see what a Connie Amore concert), blasting their music and chilling and that was enogh to put Flurry heart in the wrong path (tm)
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>>41535407
>wrong path
many would argue the right path
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>>41535435
Shut up Eri
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>>41495501
is this that misery pony
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>>41536808
the one and only
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>>41535407
the black metal belt is sickk
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>>41527163
now imagine her doing this to ur cock...
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>>41538398
how about no?
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I want to hold her hoof
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>>41539653
You filthy perv
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>>41533393
INKY NO
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>>41526462
You just post it
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>>41497369
>>41519265
I absolutely love this story. First time I actually got emotional over a horse fiction.
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>>41511828
I want to be the punk bf to Emoheart that Shinning Armor hates, but in reality I'd be a really caring and good guy with an edgy taste for music and stuff.
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>>41540992
what about to be just a normal bf?
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>>41541176
No can do Anon, I have not dressed like a normal person since I was 12. I'll either look like a punk/metalhead or I'll simply perish. Besides, you wanna seduce an alt girl, you gotta be at least a bit alt yourself.
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>>41541187
Follow your dreams anon and that princess emo horse pussy will be yours
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>>41541786
Thanks Anon, for believing in me
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Bump
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>>41543033
I bet she smells like flowers
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>Outside of the window, the scenery of the world rolls by.
>How long has it been that way?
>There’s no measurement of time, so…
>Don’t know.
>That’s a common answer.
>But even if there was a different one, the lack of care would nullify it.
>Idle thoughts passing, that’s what this is.
>They’re a stray cat in the mind; coming and going, never know if, or when they’ll ever return.
>They provide some kind of minor distraction, though.
>Because there’s a weight, otherwise.
>It has a name.
>Failure.
>That hasn’t lost its luster since it first came about.
>Thinking about it should be avoided, however.
>Such a near-impossible task.
>An age could pass.
>A second could, too.
>Regardless, it would remain, having left its mark at one point or another, like a blip in the grand scale of history.
>That sounds almost poetic, perhaps even philosophical.
>The former is more enticing, more true.
>Poetry is expression given written or spoken form.
>Maybe it can be turned to in-
>No.
>Not here, not now.
>The passenger car is too open.
>It doesn’t have to be filled to the brim, either.
>Even one pony could see, which would feed into certain thoughts and feelings.
>And it would take that one to have interest.
>That creates a chance of a meeting.
>A meeting leads to talking.
>Talking leads to trouble.
>It’s a cycle that starts and ends the same.
>It’s bad enough that it took everything to do this initial trip to the city, and it’s made worse by having to talk at any point.
>Now, returning back, that itself is more terrible than when it began.
>The sole solace had was from the lack of needing to talk, which ensured less attention was given.
>So, incurring even one more moment of that, that itself is not a want or a need, least it feeds into further failure.
>Too much thinking about this kind of stuff.
>That’s a problem.
>Music is turned to, offering a distraction; desperately holding it like a rope to safety.
>It’s the savior in these war-torn lands.
>It plays.
>The sound comes through earbuds, silent to all but one.
>You.
>Things are free in that time.
>But, during lulls, in between songs, and along the roads of thought, the audible click-clack of train tracks bleed through.
>Murmurs of passengers fall in that line; all attempting to pop this fragile bubble.
>Although both are brief, they’re still there, patiently waiting, like a predator stalking its prey for the right moment to strike in an instant.
>The music drowns this beast though, at least for a time.
>It makes it easy to forget.
>Faces.
>Places.
>Names.
>Banes.
>Everything and nothing all at once.
>It fades into the background, much like the details lost in passing scenery.
>This is perhaps the closest to serenity achievable.
>That itself cannot be reached, despite appearing otherwise.
>An illusion, that’s what it is.
>Like a mirage of an oasis in the desert seen by a parched traveler.
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>>41545175
>The truth is harsh, as always.
>Furthermore, the truth has been an ever-present constant part of your life.
>Alienation, loneliness, rejection, and more – they all exist, having purposes that were crafted by truth.
>They live on, in spite of the contrary spoken, said, or read.
>Life stays that way.
>A soft, tired sigh escapes from between your lips.
>There’s a pause in the songs.
>It’s filled with a familiar pain.
>Absence does not make this heart fonder…
>It yearns.
>It aches.
>But it can never have what it wants.
>Eyes shut, turning the world away into utter darkness.
>Nothing to see, nothing to hurt.
>Not as much, at least.
>The next song starts, led by fast paced guitars.
>The whole of it cuts down the weeds growing in the gardens of the mind.
>Although harsh and swift, it does its job better than most could.
>~I’m going down, going down~
>~deeper than inside~
>Somewhere close, a strong murmur comes about.
>It’s ignored unconsciously.
>~the world is my fuse~
>~and once inside, I’m gonna tear~
>Once again, the same murmur, even stronger.
>It hסlds a clarity, though not quite understood, but gaining a hסld.
>~’till there’s nothing left to-
>A sudden nudge pops the fragile bubble, ripping you back into the cסld, honest world.
>An emptiness cries out in the choir.
>It’s an סld tune, nothing new.
>You cut your music.
>The cause to all of this is seated in front of you – a stallion, a green unicorn stallion.
>A pair of thick black rim glasses sit on the bridge of his muzzle, and he’s wearing a red flannel, along with a yellow scarf around his thin neck.
>An underlying feeling of simultaneous familiarity and annoyance stirs.
>Those are nothing, just passing thoughts.
>What’s important is that he wants something.
>That’s a problem.
>Talking cannot be avoided, though could be.
>That won’t happen because you’re weak; caving in easily to any kind of pressure.
>Every ounce of social skill is summoned.
>Needless to say, that isn’t much.
“H-hi.”
>Still a mess of a mare.
>“Hello, I was wondering what you were listening to,” he asks, nodding towards the cd player nestled in your lap. “It sounds pretty harsh, but I was too curious not to know what it is.”
>That’s what this is all about?
>Just answer him.
“It’s uh, emo, I guess.”
>His brow knits together, “What, really? That doesn’t sound at all like emo.”
>This is about to become complicated, isn’t it?
>Don’t think.
>Speak.
“’unno what to tell you.”
>Use better words next time…
>He shakes his head slowly as he adjusts himself into sitting up straight.
>What is he about to-
>“Emo is soft, not harsh and heavy.” A smile draws itself across his lips, “The vocals are filled with love and loss; playful guitars and beautiful rhythms.”
>O… kay.
>This is different, not a good kind of different, though.
>Question: when does a “good” different ever come your way?
>Don’t answer that.
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>>41545176
>This whole thing is likely some kind of joke at your expense.
>Paranoia.
>But it’s not as though it is incorrect at times.
>Any sound, logical pסny would have dropped the conservation with that, or even rationalized it differently.
>None of that is what you would ever do.
“I, uhm… I don’t know what you’re listening to, but it doesn’t sound like emo.”
>He scoffs.
>“No, you’re the one that’s wrong. Whatever you’re listening to is not emo. The more I think about it, the more it sounds problematic, if I’m being honest.”
>Problematic? What does that even mean?
>It sounds like something a brain dead zombie made up.
>Well, if the horseshoe fits…
>End this conversation.
>You half-shrug.
“I just listen to emo.”
>He pulls out a fancy cd player from his flannel.
>An earbud is presented to you in his magic, with look on his face similar to how a parent sees a foal.
>“I’ll show you what /real/ emo sounds like.”
>This is EXACTLY why talking is bad.
>No way out.
>Indulge him, he’ll leave afterwords.
>Correction: he /may/ leave.
>Failure is what you’re good at, so…
>You put in the earbud, and in turn, he starts the music.
>Soft, twinkly guitars start, along with steady drum beats, followed by even softer vocals.
>This sounds familiar.
>Hard to place where, though.
>But it’s not bad.
>The singing takes a sudden turn to a whiny, heavily nasally tone.
>All the instruments become upbeat, and especially poppy.
>In that moment, a knee-jerk reaction threatens to take hסld.
>It’s resisted, albeit, with great difficulty.
>That itself is solely due to not wanting to cause a scene.
>The attention of the stallion is bad, but more ponies would make it all the more awful.
>To help in that effort, the lyrics are focused on.
>Mistake.
>These are somehow more terrible than the garbage you usually scribble.
>There are many words to describe the entirety of this music.
>None of them are pleasant.
>Hours seem to slip by while listening.
>A song will close, another will begin, but it’s always in an unnatural, unwelcome kind of follow-up.
>Unlike the pseudo-peace given by your tunes, this does anything but that.
>An eon is passing.
>It’s happening because of stupidity – you’re /very/ stupid.
>Always a stupid filly…
>But eventually, tolerance reaches its limits.
>The exact number of songs listened to is unknown, but regardless, after one ends, you pull out the earbud, still hסlding onto what little composure left.
>The stallion’s smile has turned toothy, “See? That’s what /real/ emo sounds like.”
>Don’t ever do something like this again.
>Unlikely to happen, idiot.
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>>41545178
>He sits proud as can be, still looking at you.
>“Now do you understand what I was trying to tell you?”
>Oh there’s an understanding…
>A feeling of deja vu washes in with that thought.
>Although it may be a different time, a different place, this is reminiscent of a first meeting.
>With who, though?
>Here’s a hint: the answer is in the mirror.
>A mirror? What is- oh.
>The style isn’t close, and the sex is wrong, but the feeling is the same.
>Kitkat.
>A poser, answers an סld part of yourself.
>“I take it that you really loved it, I know that I love it, too.”
>He’s mistaken.
>There was NO love felt for any of those songs; however many there were.
>That סld part of yourself gains strength.
>Rather than speaking, a shrug is given as a response.
>Silence falls, to which you shift your attention to your cd player.
>*ahem*
>Looking up, he’s staring, harder than before.
>Why?
>Because he’s waiting.
>On-?
>“Is that a yes, or a no?” he shakes his head. “I mean, it is /real/ emo, after all. Not at all like that vile garbage you were listening to earlier.”
>He can’t read a face, can he?
>You blink, feeling a deep frown come on.
>No, you do not want to talk any further.
>It’s clear he refuses to understand that.
>So, you shrug again.
>His entire demeanor deflates almost immediately, with his smile turning ugly.
>That expression appears to fit him to a T.
>A flicker of amusement stirs within at that.
>“Why are you being so difficult? All you’ve gotta do is agree with me, because I am right.”
>That flicker died.
>There’s still no desire to speak, though.
>Another shrug is given in return.
>Foals do that, so do socially inept ponies.
>Don’t care.
>He loudly sighs as he shakes his head, his smile vanishing altogether, now replaced a hint of disgust.
>“I should have known that you’d be one of /those/ ponies who don’t understand real music or culture. It’s especially bad when it’s presented to them by a kind stranger.” He rolls his eyes, “Your raggy looks should have been enough of a sign of that.”
>An insult.
>Nothing new.
>They all leave a mark; physical or mental.
>Heat floods into your cheeks.
>Your ears droop to the sides of your head.
>Bravado fades.
>The end has come.
>At least, that should be the case in a normal situation.
>It isn’t.
>He’s still here.
>You are, too.
>His mouth is moving, spewing word after word.
>Insulting.
>Belittling.
>Twisting.
>All of that is directed at you.
>It’s suffering, lasting long and longer, stretching into an eternity.
>A pained starts to spread from within.
>A tightness grows in your chest.
>The whole car gradually turns smaller.
>You yourself turn even tinier.
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>>41545179
>Heat spreads from your cheeks to your eyes.
>But there’s no looking away from this, no shutting it out.
>Something is breaking.
>Yet…
>It’s different.
>It’s breaking free, not being destroyed.
>It’s סld.
>It’s waited.
>Now, it’s time for it come out.
“Sh-shut up…”
>“What?” he says with a few rapid blinks.
“Shut up!”
>No more.
“Who are you to insult and harass me?!”
>He opens his mouth.
>No.
“What you played wasn’t even emo, it couldn’t ever hope to be. It’s like somepסny heard the twinkly guitars once in a song, but never learned more than that /exact/ rhythm, then applied no further brain cells to it.”
>Don’t stop.
“There was no hint of being genuine at all throughout any of those songs. Then, as if that weren’t enough, the singer could not sing if his life depended on it. And finally, those lyrics were incredibly immature, and not in a sense of a foal; they lacked any semblance of refinement that gives way to a confessional, if not, poetic-like quality.”
>Warm, wet streams crawl down your cheeks.
>The peak is about to be reached.
“You have NO right to be telling me, let alone, anypסny else what’s wrong, you-you… creep!”
>Your heart thuds against your chest in heavy thunder.
>You take deep, labored breaths.
>Flames lick every centimeter of your being.
>It’s been /far/ too long since anything like this was let out.
>And honestly, it feels REALLY good.
>Any care or fear is absent…
>...for all of ten seconds.
>In their return, an ice cסld wave rolls throughout your core, traveling outward in a painful, near-retching manner.
>The stallion stares all the while, wide eye and slack-jawed.
>Everything is frozen stiff.
>Silence hangs.
>There’s a wait – seen and unseen – for the end result.
>It could be verbal, maybe a physical one.
>Perhaps it’s something unimaginable.
>Not a word is uttered.
>Nor a hoof is swung.
>Instead, a very unstallion-like huff escapes him.
>He gets up, leaving in a hurry into the next car, stomping all the while like a bratty foal would.
>Once gone, threads unravel.
>That starts with you.
>Hot, wet tears have created numerous streams on your face.
>A war of fire and ice cascades throughout your coat.
>There’s no need to look or listen.
>Eyes are watching.
>Ears are hearing.
>Tongues and teeth are speaking.
>A nightmare given form.
>Into a little ball you go, like the scared little filly you are.
>Eyes shut, but fail to hide what’s there.
>Ears are clamped down, yet cannot deafen the voices.
>Turn it all away…
>Make it stop…
>Please-
>There’s a distant whistle that cuts in.
>The motion of the car feels like it’s slowing.
>You peek out of an eye.
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>>41545182
>Through blurred sight, a pסny in uniform is standing at the car door.
>Oh no…
>Actions have consequences.
>“...station. If this your stop, then please, get your things ready for departure.”
>What was that?
>Your mind pieces things together.
>Looking towards the window, it’s blurry, but the world outside has certainly slowed.
>Wiping the tears away, there’s details outside coming in.
>Familiar bits of scenery are recognized.
>An end to eternity.
>But a new mark was made before that could arrive.
>Ponies are still here.
>They’re turned away, dwelling in their circles.
>That doesn’t stop the talking.
>Nor does it deny what’s being said.
>You focus on your belongings as a distraction.
>A single suitcase, hסlding a few changes of clothes, bits, pen and notebook, along with a number of… books.
>Ignore that last part.
>The סld hoodie you’re wearing offers a minor comfort, in addition to the cd player.
>Despite knowing better, everything else is gone through again, and again.
>It’s a small lie in the form of a distraction, but it has offered leeway.
>Tears have ceased.
>Heat has lessened, as has the cסld.
>In their wake, things have become uncomfortably numb.
>Nothing to do, nothing to think, there’s just waiting.
>Eventually, the train draws to a complete stop.
>One by one, some passengers leave.
>You’re among the last to depart.
>Looks are thrown your way, ears are, too.
>Words are spoken; some soft, some loud.
>All of that itched alongside the other marks of your mind; unconscious and conscious.
>Upon entering the station platform, there’s a brief respite from that.
>The light of day shines bright, though it could never shine enough for the right path to take.
>The air is heavy, yet breathable.
>With a slow start, steady steps lead away from it all.
>The weight of the scene is added onto the weight of the failure.
>It’s too much, unable to be ignored anymore.
>Every publisher in Trottiingham rejected your book.
>Too dark.
>Too gloomy.
>Too upsetting.
>Too much of too much.
>Different things said, but they might as well be identical.
>It’s just failure with a different shade of paint.
>An eternity will pass before it lessens, and will take just as long to have the courage to seek out another publisher.
>Until then, here you are, trudging along the dirt road to home.
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The talk of posers helped inspire this one.
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>>41545185
fucking A+
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>>41545190
I want to cuddle with her so bad
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>>41545884
Get a Eri daki and smoke all over the pillow to have the real Eri experience
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>>41546370
What music should one listen to when cuddling their Eri? I don't know any emo stuff.
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>>41495501
Been a while since I saw one of these.
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>>41547999
For cuddles?
Midwest emo
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>>41549077
Jesus Anon, you can't go around giving boners to people like that.
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>>41550256
Daaaaamn she a baddie
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>>41551081
lmao, totally doing that with a emo pone
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>>41542539
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too lazy to do something better
eri stting down like a wierdo
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>>41552348
W-why is she looking at me like that
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>>41552354
She's asking to be mating pressed
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>>41495501
Is it possible for an emo mare (pop-punk really) to love a midwest-emo man?
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>>41552795
that sounds like it could be a great song
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Emo panties
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>>41553687
Fresh off an emo mare?
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>>41553813
>emo mare
>fresh
You will only get dirty panties
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>>41553870
Yeah, but they were freshly harvested off her rear after a week of being worn, right?
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>>41554528
Nice
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Oooh Oooh Ohhh Miss Eri is in the nominations! Are you ready to support your edgy mares?
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>>41495501
Her name was Lilith, right? I haven't seen much of her since late 2017.
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>>41500792
Eei, that was her name. I was getting her confused with another one called Lilith who looks somewhat similar.
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>>41555165
Miss Eri, who the fuck is Lilith?
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>>41555165
oh yeah, lilith, she has a big dick i should draw her with Eri
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>>41555197
>Spoiler
Something lewd will happen for sure.
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>>41556027
Cute
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>>41495501
What's miss Eri's favorite song?
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>>41556946
There's a whole fucking green for it.
https://ponepaste.org/1226
naw but seriously (and I'm not projecting) but it's probably not "Dead!" like you're expecting, probably heartbreak music
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niche mare
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>>41557737
fucking based
>walkman
truly the best mare
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>>41556027
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>>41557737
I wanna fuck her so hard. Like bed breakingly hard and then cuddle her, tell her I love her and she's the best.
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>>41557896
Now is perfect. Good job.
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>>41558157
I'm sure nothing wrong is going to happen
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>>41558682
Why is she sad in the afterglow?
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>>41558922
I'd imagine it's a 'can get them to come home with you but can't make them stay' scenario. That, or it's all in her head and she's having post shlick depression.
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>>41558682
That's the drunken sex. I want to fuck her when sober.
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>>41555197
"i need an adult" - Eri
"i'm an adult" - Lilith
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>>41558922
She had sex with a green ape
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Up
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>>41560094
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>>41505619
some dot rest
i had a long fight against the voices in my head because they wanted to make this all sad, emo and shit
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>>41562427
I had no clue I needed NEET on Emo interaction.
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>>41562675
Smelly collab
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>>41561160
I forget that Tavi sometimes is the morther figure of Eri
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>>41563047
The Collab of the stinks
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>>41562675
Well, many emos are NEETs as well, so they go like bread and butter.
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>>41563927
Imagine the smell
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>>41564637
A mix of ramen, blood, regret and precum
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>>41565089
Where's the cigarretes and cheap booze smell?
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>>41565302
neets from /neet/ don't drink or smoke, /emo/ will turn them into addicts
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>>41565768
Crazy idea
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>>41565089
On one hand, I wouldn't want my emo mare to self harm, on the other hand... The scent of blood and idea I'd get to lick it off makes it very hot.
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>>41565302
(You) will bring that
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Out pf page 10 you little sad shit
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Anyone have a link to the old doc with each character's bios (connie, damage case, bambi and co.)? Resurrecting an old unfinished green of mine and I forgot some stuff.
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>>41568504
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lu_g0tqgBgmr7I-Ogz7VOe1MM_9LbeRMkizE5X8iDKk/edit?tab=t.0
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>>41568509
Thanks anon. Next chapter is dedicated to you
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>>41568522
>Next chapter is dedicated to you
Can't wait
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>>41568509
So I put together a relationship map since this story is ensemble. Looking for feedback on whether this aligns with your own headcanons and what tweaks I could make for interesting subplots.
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>>41569228
we have a job to do, anon feelas, make every line to anon become blue!
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>>41569228
You know, im ok with this
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>>41569228
Fairly certain the Miss Eri-KitKat animosity is one sided.
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>>41495501
Cute emo pone
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>>41569228
Deep Rest and Eri 100%had sex
and i like to belive that Connie fucking hates Anon
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>>41569957
Way ahead of you on that one, just wanted to keep the graph simple. Eri hates her guts because she's the prettier, more popular version of herself.

>>41570734
The way I see it, Eri has lewd dreams about Deep but is too much of a kissless virgin loser to ever act on it. Connie hating Anon makes a lot of sense, though.
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>>41573407
Sleep times with Eri
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>>41569228
>anon fucked KitKat
I know anon never gives up pussy, but a poser? Anon, pls.
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>>41573407
>KNEE DEEP IN STATIC
>I HEAR YOU BREAKING UP
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>>41571337
>because she's the prettier, more popular version of herself.
bby you know it, Kitkat a best
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>>41576481
Neato
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>>41571337
>>41571925
>>41573407
Eri always picks the comfiest pillows
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>>41576481
dry and ready to rock
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>>41578076
I have to protect that smile
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>>41578907
I bet she likes Bau haus.
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>>41578076
I love her. She's cute. I wish to hold her hoof.
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>>41580565
Nice
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>>41562675
Floorb and Eri kissing when?
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>>41581909
want
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>>41581909
When Floorb takes a bath.
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>>41582533
so, never?
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>>41581909
After I impregnate both of them.
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>>41583094
Anon, how can you love two mares equally?
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>>41583491
I have a big heart
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>>41583632
Anon, that's a medical condition.
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>>41581909

Floor
>"Ew, tastes like cigarettes and booze"

Eri
>"Ew, tastes like noodles and energy drinks"
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>>41584222
well the trips has spoken
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>>41584222
Well now we need to taste the other Emos/NEETs and compare their flavors for scientific purposes...
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>>41585429
Cute
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>>41584220
No, Anon, I am just a big guy and those are little ponies.
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>I am just a big guy
U U U U
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>>41586264
Not just U U U U but also for the Mares.
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>>41587274
Sorry Eri, I literally only smoke if it's someone's else cigarette. I follow the guidance of Night Mistress
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>>41587274
Open a window first. I feel this place will blow up with so much smoke in here.
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>There’s so much talk, but it’s about nothing interesting.
>Who cares about history, really?
>You turn to speak to another pסny, but are immediately ignored.
>Looking to everypסny else, it’s all the same.
>Why is it like that?
>One minute, you’ll get in with a group.
>The next, that might as well never have happened.
>It’s like being… invisible.
>This isn’t supposed to happen.
>Too much has been done to prevent exactly /that/.
>Is it the mane and tail?
>No, it’s the same style as it’s always been.
>What about the makeup, is that off?
>It can’t be, at least, it shouldn’t be.
>Then- wait.
>Did the bell just ring?
>Everypסny is leaving now.
>The day just started, though.
>It doesn’t matter, get up, go along like everypסny else does.
>That’s the way it’s supposed to be.
>It’s hard to pay attention sometimes.
>The mind wanders, often to places far away, or deep within.
>Scatterbrained, that’s what some call it.
>No pסny is talking, well, not to you.
>Ignored.
>Any momentum begins to leave.
>No matter what way it’s approached, every day ends this way, it seems.
>And always, it’s at a random point completely unknown to you.
>Once outside, the world feels lost, too.
>Because despite being the middle of the afternoon, it feels much later.
>There’s faces, going which and everyway, but never give even so much a glance your way.
>Voices, but they’re kept to their groups.
>None of them want to include, well… you.
>Silence soon falls.
>Even the world itself joins in that quiet chorus.
>The sky above is without sunshine.
>Gray clouds blot it out for as far as the eye can see.
>Those trees seen are stiff.
>Life yet lifelessness.
>A sigh leaves you.
>Some ponies would call a day like this bad.
>They also say that those come every now and then, but never last forever.
>If that’s the case, why does it feel like they’ve been growing longer with each day?
>There are some differences, such as movi-
>No, don’t think about it.
>Focus on the positive.
>Easy to say, harder to do.
>Things often feel much more different.
>Foals think that way, which would make you a-
>Stop it.
>Don’t deny it.
>But-
>Being a misfit is a truth – a state of being for you.
>Every part of yourself turns heavy, with slowed, mechanical-like movements that start to carry you along.
>Your gaze falls, kept to the road, bobbing in time to the steady steps.
>It’s like there’s a leech sapping the life out.
>When did it become like this?
>Better yet, why did /you/ let it happen?
>No answer.
>Absent.
>Heh, funny word.
>That’s one that describes your life to a T.
>It shouldn’t be that way.
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>>41588238
>Don’t think about it.
>Keep moving forward, eyes trained anywhere but back behind.
>That’s a cope, and you know it.
>So what, if it keeps you going, then it’s fine.
>Moreover, it’s the lighthouse in the darkness of the storm, guiding your weary ship to a safe haven.
>What a weird thought.
>Kinda poetic, though, isn’t it?
“...suppose.”
>It’s from that poetry book you’ve been reading so much.
>It gets you more than anypסny does.
>That’s messed up.
>No-
>Because you’re messed-
>Stop it.
>Various homes of shapes and sizes are passed by, drawing away your attention.
>The yards are not much different.
>But like everything else, there is not a soul to be seen, not since the last bell rang earlier.
>What would it matter if there was one?
>You could talk to them, and-
>Any of them would hסld the same looks, the same feelings, towards you.
>Maybe it will be diff-
>No exceptions. Now, ask yourself this: do you /really/ want that?
“...no.”
>Good, at least that’s something that you understand.
>Things wouldn’t be that way if everypסny would stop being against you for whatever reason.
>There *is* a reason: you’re a misfit to them.
>Stop thinking about it.
>A slowed, delayed glance is given towards one of the houses passed.
>Like the trees, it’s stilled, the features appearing as though they will never, ever change.
>Almost every house along the block is identical – same colors, same shapes, same general idea.
>That’s wrong.
>They should stand out proudly, like you do.
>Where would that lead?
>…
>Stop thinking about it, then.
“It’s not that-”
>You shut your mouth.
>Gaze falls forward again.
>Ponies shouldn’t hear you talking to yourself, least they think you’re weirder than you already are.
>At the end of the block, far up ahead, a single house steals away everything.
>While it highly resembles the rest, it has just enough of a difference to make it stand out in its own, special way.
>Home.
>A small, candle-like light flickers to life from within.
>In that moment, a pull swells, growing stronger and stronger.
>For the first time since the day started, everything picks up – breathing, heartbeat, and more.
>Sunlight peeks through the cloud curtain, seemingly on cue.
>All of the monochrome vanishes.
>And it’s only now that you realize that you’re galloping at full speed.
>Nothing matters, not in this final stretch.
>Everything is within reach.
>Because regardless of how the day has gone so far, there can finally be some peace to it.
>You blitz through the front yard, up to the door, the entirety of you brimming with energy.
>You grasp the handle to turn it, yet…
“Huh?”
>...it doesn’t turn fully.
>A pause is given.
>Then, the handle is tried again.
>Locked.
>It should not be locked.
>It /cannot/ be locked, not when you need to see your-
>Stop it.
>In spite of that command, the locked door remains unchanged.
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>>41588242
>All at once, everything – inside and out – returns to its former, gray, heavy state from moments ago.
>Stay.
>Go.
>Indecision.
>Inaction.
>Inward, stupid thoughts.
>You know who’s stupid-?
>With an absentminded retrieval of keys, you unlock and open the door.
>Slowly, you shuffle inside.
>Much like the world outside, it’s totally inside in here.
>There’s actual color to be had, though.
>Meaning is held, not lost.
>Despite know better, an סld habit, driven by a remnant, kicks in.
“I’m home!”
>Silence.
>There will be a time when that is different, right?
>Don’t ask stupid questions.
>Instead, think of how this is just a coincidence.
>That’s a lie.
>It doesn’t hurt so much.
>You trudge through the living room, bits of things catching your gaze for a second or two.
>The furniture is all new, like it just came from the store floor.
>Little trinkets on shelves, hסlding traces of places once visited.
>Pictures hang along the walls, moments in time captured.
>All of them are the same – nothing lasts forever.
>Everything is so familiar, but…
>No.
>Thoughts tune out upon entering the kitchen.
>A nice large, open room, yet not much different in terms of newness or lifelessness.
>Except for a single, solitary difference.
>Sitting atop the table, a written note.
>The words are read through carefully, clinging to the voice of their owner.
>All but one part is disregarded: we have to work late again.
“Ha… ha… so funny.”
>It’s the joke that never gets סld, right?
>It’s an excuse.
>Wrong, it’s a lie, a very, /very/ cruel one.
>How many times has it been written, said, or read?
>How many more times will that repeat?
>How much more will it last?
>Ask yourself that.
>You grit your teeth.
>A light creak escapes from your mouth.
>Nothing is right about any of this.
>And knowing how the pattern goes, it will soon be followed by mov-
“No, just… no.”
>Why not try to change it?
>Stupid question, it’s already been answered.
>You can beg.
>You can plead.
>You can do anything.
>But that won’t change how everything stays in the cycle.
>From deep inside of you, an emotion bubbles to the surface.
>In an act and a grow, the note is nothing more than a mess of confetti, soon deposited into the trash.
>This form is better.
>No pain.
>No want.
>No worry.
>Absence may be a bane, but this one created by you is just a tiny bit better.
>Leaving behind the downstairs, you venture up.
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>>41588246
>The last door at the end of the hall stands out.
>Decorations adorn it, with art, cutouts from magazines, and more, all of that you’ve collected or made over time.
>Standing in front that door, it’s…
>You open it, with a soft, sound escaping.
>Some would’ve mistaken that for creaky hinges.
>To you, however, it’s a warm, grateful noise.
>Because in there, everything is safe, all right, good, and just.
>Your bedroom.
>Dropping your things to the wayside, you make a beeline to the large system gathered at the corner of the room.
>You slowly trace a hoof over it, drawing a small smile across your lips.
>This is the single most important possession.
>It always gives more back so much.
>And with one flick of a switch, it starts up.
>Music floods the room in a tidal wave.
>Throughout the day, weight was carried, added on, and forced to bear.
>Actions – both yours and others – did that.
>They don’t accept you.
>They never will.
>Hurt is all that-
>That thought is cut short by a heavy bass drop.
>Music aids in easing the troubles.
>That poetry book you bought recently also helps in that.
>On the occasion when there is… somepסny else here, earphones have to be relied on to enjoy either.
>While that does give it a unique kind of effect, it doesn’t feel nearly as free.
>At least being alone here and now, everything can be loud and proud.
>Being alone might as well stay that-
>Stop it.
>It’s normal, though.
>Wrong.
>How so?
>Thinking anything that contradicts it doesn’t help.
>No, it doesn’t.
>Things would be better if those gloomy thoughts were absent, unlike… well, you know.
>True, but at least those thoughts don’t want to move all the time.
>Eyes squeeze shut.
>Ears clamp down.
“Don’t think about it.”
>Don’tthinkaboutdon’tthinkaboutit-
>A thunder of music ends that thought.
>Breathing gradually eases.
>Eyes open.
>Ears go up.
>Same room, same house.
>It’s okay.
>Though it would be more okay if things could finally stay put, or be removed as easily as your appearance.
>That would make it fake, then.
“That’s not- it’s not…”
>No need to finish that sentence, especially when it would be a lie.
>Piercings? Fake.
>Collar? Fake.
>Scars? Yep, also fake.
>Even the style of your mane and tail, they’re fake, too.
>There’s so little of you that is authentic.
>Most ponies know that.
>Even if you were tell them the truth, they’d think you were lying or something.
“I’m not…”
>You’re not what… a fake, a poser?
>Remember: no pסny will EVER accept you for who you are.
>If, by some chance, you could go back to how you once were, nothing would change.
>That’s why you have to alter yourself so much, just to fit in.
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>Yet still, you are invisible.
“Just…”
>No.
“...stop, please.”
>Things don’t change, no matter what you do.
>Focus on the music.
>Why bother?
>It’s gentle, soothing.
>For how long?
>The lyrics understand.
>Don’t kid-
>They don’t hurt.
>A-
>And now, they’re carrying you away; the melody sweeping you off your hooves.
>Words flow free, no longer constrained by pain.
“~It’s okay that everything was bad~
~It’s okay that everything was sad~
~It’s okay that nothing went your way~
~In the end, life goes on, come what may~”
>Huh, a set of rhymes.
>That book seems to be rubbing off on you.
>Maybe these could be written down, perhaps even into a song.
>You could share it.
>Everypסny would like that, and then they would-
>The dancing stops, not with a thought, but with a truth.
>You know how it plays out.
>It’s better to keep things as they are now.
>Ponies notice that state.
>They listen.
>They talk.
>Turn a blind eye to everything else.
>After a moment or two, you return to dancing.
>While the music plays, a series of actions take over.
>One by one, piece by piece, accessories are removed.
>The fewer there are, the more things change.
>Even after removing the last, it’s still not enough.
>Down comes your mane with a pull of a tie, followed by your tail in the same fashion.
>It all falls free, the way it’s meant to be.
>Dancing within the sanctuary of your bedroom, when no pסny is around, a rare event can take place.
“~False idols removed~
~Pains now soothed~
~But the real is so near~
~Forever true, forever here~
~So a tit for a tat~
~Be yourself, Kitkat~”
>Nothing left to fake.
>It won’t last long, but it’s enough for now.
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Something for Kitkat.
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>>41588258
bless you anon
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>>41588238
>>41588242
>>41588246
>>41588251
>>41588258
Kino story, man.
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>>41587274
Woah Eri, you look like shit
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>>41589542
Emo vibes do that to you
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Morning bump
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Kitkat a cute
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>>41591656
Very cute, a real sweetie pie even.
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>>41593099
Would walking over to her and hooking a leash on her collar would be in bad taste?
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>>41593142
if she cums, it's ok
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We have a list of every emo pony?
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>>41593791
>>41500145
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>>41593832
I see, i think we need more
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Emo bump
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>>41593445
Good to know.
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That princess emo heart bless your day with monster energy and a nice cig
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>>41588541
I love her
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>>41594253
we have a siren
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>>41596303
Sauce?
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>>41596313
the artist, but i can't find the pic anywhere
https://gorjee-art.tumblr.com/
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>>41596303
Nice
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>>41596344
great art, wish she drew more pony
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>>41596984
Stylish
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>>41597202
A drama and a fashion queen
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>>41596984
How does her blood taste though?
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>>41597874
How dare you?
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>>41597874
>tfw the schizophrenia pills hit
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>>41597874
Thanks for the painful reminder.
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>>41597874
No...
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slow ass day
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>>41599962
Jesus, get some sleep you silly emo horse
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>>41599962
It happens
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>>41597654
Like slimy alcohol
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>>41601156
Entering from left stage: Miss Eri Brokenheart.
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>>41601156
I am unpopular and I want Miss Eri to come into my house so I may cuddle her. However she has to accept that we will listen to Samael
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>>41601775
>Miss Eri Brokenheart.
shit, that's good, i like it!
alot
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>10
Saving Eri!
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>>41603478
i want them to make them happy

>>41601986
that's her last name now
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Miss Eri is in Silent Hill...
Why is she there?
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>>41604158
She took the wrong turn at Melancholy Hill.
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>>41497281
Is this a reference to that dlirium game?

>>41604158
Not snuggling me enough
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>>41604158
Guilt over her lust and replacing her real relationships with one night off.
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>>41604412
Wait, when did that happen?
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>>41604702
never, but in order to get lost in silent hill you need to have done something fucked up or be part of the cult
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>>41605333
Ah, okay. Now it kinda makes me want a green where she is indeed guilty about doing some sort of one night stand while being in a relationship and she tries to somehow fix it.
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in my restless dreams i see that bump
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>>41605333
>be part of the cult
Maybe she drank white claudia, still fucked tho.
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>>41495501
Bump I've yet to read the green.
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Miss eri says:
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>>41608122
Drink 4loko and listen to My chemical Romance in the hayburger parkinglot
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>>41608565
ok but do i get too do it with her?
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>>41609230
would a perfect date if you ask me
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>>41608116
Lewd
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>>41609601
x-tacy is lewd by nature
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Bump
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>>41495501
>>41545884
Whatever happened to this artist?
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>>41611183
To pokehidden? Who knows, but the one on the op is called sluttershy, and he still active.
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>>41611389
>SH1
fucking based
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This thread reminded me that I'm still yet to play through SH1. Thank you.
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>>41611660
That game has aged really desu, all thanks to Harry's backstep
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Some bambi
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>>41611660
The only SH related thing I ever played was a very niche one: Silent Hill's VN for the GBA. A japanese exclusive.
It was weird, and since I never knew what it said, I never got the story. All I remember is, as the man, that I shot many giant bats and things. And, as a police woman, running through corridors and choking a kid.
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>>41613676
A classic silent hill PD pranks on kids
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No pagr 10
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>>41495501
Yes, I drew this poor bastard 7 years minus 10 days ago and completely fucked her up.
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>>41615376
Would fug anyway
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>>41615376
Is still cute
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>>41611389
Woah, great job, this is my fav pic of the thread
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If the thread goes down, we have a pisscord https://discord.gg/HmQ4TMV3FC
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>>41618597
faggot
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>>41619066
But a cool faggot like freddy mercury?
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>>41619135
no, you posted a discord link, so the child raping kind
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>>41619156
Fuck, now im a chatolic prist
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Finally an emo thread, it has been a minute
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>A soft melody reverberates throughout the room.
>A bow, drawn across strings creates it.
>Although benign to some, it demonstrates its ability to give way to beauty.
>At times, it’s a wonder that such a thing could be possible in the world.
>Passing thoughts aside, instruments are unique in how they are able to draw out an emotion or two.
>Though that in of itself is the nature of music.
>And right now, somewhere, out there, a song is being played – performed, recorded, or otherwise.
>A number of them will never be heard, save for the exception of the musician themselves who played it.
>This current piece is slow, controlled, and gentle in its rhythm.
>Each note receives attention, which in turn adds to yet another part of the song.
>It’s all done in… practice.
>Perfect practice makes perfect.
>That lesson was etched in stone.
>Music itself, however, is among the few that remain eternal; lasting after the world is long gone.
>The musicians who create it, share it, are often called talented, blessed, or even some other word that an observer will feel to befit them.
>It’s as though the musician is treated as a magician who’s spells are beyond mortal comprehension.
>While flattering, it is not true.
>Countless hours are spent in perfecting the craft, yet they do not understand.
>Even if it were to be explained in the simplest of terms, nothing would change.
>There is no anger to be had about such matters, as they’re ignorant, and ignorance is case of lacking information, which can be learned at a later time.
>Wisdom tempers that, like a smith who tempers the blade.
>With this current edge played, it too, can cut, though solely in the form of music.
>A voice, or sometimes voices, can create it, as well.
>Singing, however, is out of your pool of talents.
>That leaves this violin.
>These passing thoughts always attempt to lead you astray, but they’ve been around long enough to learn how to deal with them for the most part.
>Nevertheless, the thought is true – it would be nice to have more skills to rely on.
>Time is short, so there is no room for it, sadly.
>Life itself is even shorter, therefore what is left has to be spent in mastering the violin.
>Some would say, and have said, that has already been accomplished; in addition to saying it is done flawlessly.
>That would be incorrect.
>To the highly trained (such as yourself), it’s easy to discern it.
>Which is why so much effort is given to remove the flaws.
>It’s a matter of being better than yesterday, last week, last month, last year, and so on, and so forth.
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>>41619688
>Perfect, perfect, perfect…
>That’s all that’s needed evermore.
>Every step must be measured.
>Each word uttered from tongue and teeth has to be, too.
>And the way the public sees you is especially tricky.
>Because all of that has to be done perfectly.
>For just as music is practiced to remove flaws, you too, must remove your own.
>A thought comes about, one that was heard in passing, “All things are clay brought into the world to be mסlded into greatness.”
>Mother and father were the ones to bring you forth.
>Your tutors did the initial refinement.
>That altogether, has sculpted you into the mare you are now today.
>But, in spite of those efforts, there is still a great distance to cross before you become what you /need/ to be.
>These songs are not played perfectly.
>The parties have yet to achieve peak perfection.
>Those are just two things that have to be taken care of.
>Progress is akin to a snail, but that’s due to one, simple, little reason.
>You.
>Always you.
>Mistakes are made, all of which can be avoided.
>A grave echo of a snap draws practicing to a halt.
>It takes but a mere second to know it didn’t come from the violin, not the room, nor from outside the apartment.
>An סld memory from the past that remains as a reminder to focus.
>Distractions are not supposed to stop practice.
>This makes this a mistake; another avoidable one.
>By allowing it to happen, it proves how flawed you still are.
>Flaws come about unbidden.
>You utter a quiet breath with a slow shake of your head, gסlden bangs bouncing lightly.
>Silence hסlds throughout the dead air of the bedroom.
>It is unnerving, wrong.
>Every fiber of your being is wound in a tight, container; dressed in equine form.
>Part of that is from the mistake made, while the rest is from the upcoming concert.
>Despite it being a ways away, it looms overhead, as if it were a thick fog to devour all in sight.
>Perhaps a short break can remedy this.
>Why, so you can slack off?
>No, but staying tense will only make practice more difficult.
>That will lead to more flaws.
>You cannot afford anymore of those.
>Another may just create a… crack.
>A crack leads to compromising the whole.
>That leads to a simple conclusion – breaking.
“No!”
>J-just… focus.
>Focus and breathe.
>A breath in, a breath out.
>Repeat.
>A breath in, a breath out.
>Again.
>A breath in, a breath out.
>Better.
>All things are right where they need to be.
>Nothing is wrong, everything is perfectly perfect.
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>>41619692
>Now, time to take a short break, practice can continue afterwords.
>Setting aside your violin, you venture out of the bedroom.
>Warm sunlight pours in from the large windows in the spacious living room, bathing everything in great detail.
>The world outside bustles with life.
>Every so often, a pegasus or two can be seen flying towards destinations unknown.
>On the streets below, carriages and various ponies of all kinds are going about their lives.
>An audible ticktock comes from the grandfather clock against the wall.
>A home warming gift from mother and father.
>The face reads a quarter till one; drawing upon a dull pang of hunger from within.
>It seems practice overtook lunch.
>Unlike most things taught in youth, cooking was entirely learned in solitude.
>That was always so very /rare/.
>They were simultaneously cherished and despised.
>The former, because it was a time to have a breath of fresh air, yet the latter kept it short lived.
>Mother and father themselves ensured that.
>Speaking of them, they will be expecting a letter soon.
>Later, for now, make food and eat.
>A couple simple sandwiches are made.
>Like most things in life, even the matter of eating was – and is – practiced.
>Chew sufficiently, swallow, wipe mouth with napkin, sip some water, then take a small bite, and repeat all over again.
>Perfect practice makes perfect.
>After eating, the dishes are cleaned.
>And of course, this too, is done perfectly.
>From there, the letter to mother and father is started.
>Soft scratching of quill upon parchment fills the air in addition to the ticking of the clock.
>Nestled within reach is a pile of unfinished musical pieces.
>While flawed, they cannot be tossed out, as that would be foolish because they can be learned from.
>But maybe someday that will change.
>For now, the letter is finished in time, containing but a simple update.
>Mother and father always want to know the details of your day-to-day life, regardless of what it might entail.
>You make your way downstairs to the series of mailboxes.
>Upon reaching them, sounds from the world outside bleed in.
>Voices, some who shout, others who speak softly.
>Clopping of hooves going to and fro.
>Doors opening and closing.
>Rumbling of carriages.
>They come together in a melody of sorts.
>Perhaps this could be composed together, and-
>That is not how music is made, or did you forget your teachings?
>No.
>Good.
>True music comes from harnessing instruments made by hooves and hearts; voices in harmony to create words in song, and is finalized in the form that the orchestra brings alone.
>Any other idea or attempt is foolish.
>Both mother and father, your tutors, too, repeated that, over and over.
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>>41619694
>They stated it as fact, and it remains true forevermore.
>Yes, of course.
>Are you certain?
>Ignoring that thought, you set the letter into the outbox, then retreat to your apartment.
>Too much time has been wasted already.
>That should not have happened.
>By letting it, the path to perfection will take longer.
>That is not something you would want, unless… you’re ACTIVELY making yourself further flawed.
>The grave echoing snap from before forces you to jolt suddenly.
>Breath.
>Focus.
>Breath.
>Good, everything is right.
>Back to the bedroom to practice.
>Retrieving your violin, you adjust it until it’s perfect, and from there, music fills the space like it did earlier.
>Your eyes follow the notes laid out across the pages.
>They speak about the song in ways that words can never quite accomplish.
>Some have highs, some have lows, yet the beauty remains consistent throughout.
>Melody consumes all things; bringing about a heavenly sound that graces those who can witness it.
>Perfect practice makes perfect.
>Again.
>And again.
>And again…
>It must be done until it is ALL perfect.
>Remember what the tutors taught.
>Remember what mother and father said.
>Nothing else matters.
>The end of the song is reached; with that, you exhale a shaky breath.
>There’s a subtle stirring inside, but it’s ignored.
>This song is important, special even, more so than most others.
>From what was read on its history, it was written during a trying time when the composer experienced a great heartbreak.
>That’s something you have yet to truly experience.
>There was once a face and name in the distant past that was left behind, though.
>A blurry face, gray, with a dark mane and tail.
>So sad.
>So lost.
>Yet…
>In that moment, the stirring inside grows further.
>It swells, gathering in your beating heart.
>Much has been experienced, but not enough to fill a lifetime.
>On the surface, those amounted to being flawless.
>Within, there are fractures.
>They’ve been there since forever.
>Needless to say, keeping them where they are is difficult.
>No pסny needs to know about them.
>Not your peers.
>Not mother and father.
>Not a soul.
>They couldn’t understand, they wouldn’t.
>They’re blind.
>They only want you to be perfectly perfect, like it always has been demanded.
>Perfect, perfect, perfect…
>How can that ever be achieved if there are fractures, though?
>Your breathing turns heavy with that thought.
>Breath, that will right the wrongs.
>A breath in, a breath out.
>Repeat.
>A breath in, a breath out.
>Again-
>No.
>What-?
>NO.
>Your violin starts to slip from your grasp.
>Focus and breathe.
>No, enough of this.
>Enough? No, if you don’t do it, you /know/ what will happen next.
>This is too much to handle…
>Do not be stupid.
>A sharper, yet similar echo from before comes about unexpectedly.
>Yet, there is no flinching in response this time.
>Instead, everything turns standstill.
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>Silence falls.
>Then, all at once, the world shatters into a million-billion, disfigured pieces.
>No color, just shades of gray.
>No sound, just types of silence.
>No soul, just you.
>Everything composed is insignificant in this vast, empty world around.
>You scream, but nothing comes out.
>You cry, but no tears fall.
>You move, but remain in place.
>You are not you.
>A lie, wrapped in a little earth pסny form.
>It is all but a twisted, torrential storm that sweeps across the landscape, staying as unforgiving as can be.
>Even that ends eventually, with peak coming about without warning.
>Everything falls dark, quiet even.
>Nothingness.
>A pinprick of light appears in the middle of all things, followed by a dull, drowned out sound.
>Lastly, you come to, Connie.
>Pain (both physical and mental) play an orchestra throughout.
>You find yourself on the bedroom floor, curled up on your side.
>In blurry sight, your violin is within view, seemingly discarded without so much as a single thought.
>Music sheets are scatted about, with some being crumpled or torn apart.
>Even the bedding, along with any pictures, books, and more have been strewn across the room.
>You blink, eyes burning from fires long since dead.
>Your breath, lungs ache like they had been pushed to their limits.
>In the final act, the crescendo arrives.
>No longer are there /just/ fractures inside, within your heart of hearts.
>Wider, deeper, uglier, they lie.
>Cracks.
>It’s been broken.
>A choked, pained sob escapes, followed by another, then another.
>Where there was once a heavily, musical melody, there is now pained agony.
>A symphony just for you.
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Felt like writing something for Connie.
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>>41619705
Thanks anon, I'll read it later.
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>>41601986
>>41603480
I wonder why people like that name now? I used that surname long ago in the Eri x Kitkat story.
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>>41619688
>>41619692
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>>41619700
We did it boys. We did Connie emo.
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>>41619160
Amen, brother.
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>>41620205
Yeah i know, but now it did click on my head
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>>41622981
Hmmm... butt looks kind of sus
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>>41624125
Shut up
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smoke a cig
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>>41625505
The original emo pony
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>>41625756
she really opened the gates of depression in the fandom
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>>41625941
Mainly the edgelords. There was lots of Pinkamina blogs back in the Tumblr days.
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>>41626007
Well, that's me, im the edgelors
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>>41622981
>”Leave me alone Anon! I'm fine…”
>Those words were terrifying.
>At least coming from your roommate.
>It was an innocent question. You were checking up on her.
>And what you got instead was her yelling she's fine from the other side of the doors.
>You felt your stomach drop and tighten.
>Her voice was shaky, a bit weak. Not a good sign.
>It was a horrible sign actually, especially since you heard Sleeping with Sirens playing loud enough to drown out most other noises.
>Maybe you were panicking a bit too much.
>But you knocked again.
>No answer.
>You knocked harder.
>Still nothing. So you just pressed your ear against her doors.
>Fuck you felt like a creep.
>But at the same time Eri had a tendency to hurt herself.
>And no doubt something really shitty happened recently. She was in a horrible mood recently.
>But besides the loud music you didn't hear much else.
>Or…
>There was some quiet sobbing. Barely noticeable but it was there.
>And fuck it worried you.
>You took a deep breath before knocking again.
“Eri…? You alright in there?”
>You called out, loud enough she should hear it.
>Fuck, it worried you.
>You swallowed and then looked at the door lock.
>The locks in both your and her room were really fucked up, destroyed by the previous tenants, but with both you and her being chill about it you just respected eachother’s boundaries.
>And your landlord still didn't fix it…
>But the goddamn shitty locks didn't matter at that moment, what mattered was that you grabbed the door handle and opened the doors.
>”I told you I'm fine…” Miss Eri was lying down, facing away from you, looking in the direction of her window. The loud music was still playing but you could now fully see the emo mare on the ground.
>You sighed.
“I know but…”
>You noticed it, a few droplets on the floor near her. She curled her foreleg closer to her body but you've already seen it.
>She was bleeding.
”Eri… what happened?” You asked as you stepped closer to her.
>”Nothing.” Her voice was dry, slightly shaky. She was still crying.
>You gently squatted next to her and looked at the foreleg covered in cuts.
>You didn't say anything.
“C'mon, let's get you cleaned up.” You said softly.
>She sniffled a bit but made no attempts to move as you scooped her up and brought her to the bathroom, sitting her under the shower as you gently began washing her cuts, before moving to wash her chest.
>She wasn't moving.
>Her eyes were still puffy from crying.
>”Am I a bad pony…?” She asked finally as you were gently rinsing her foreleg.
>You glanced at her, worried but curious.
“No. Just a bit of a broken one.” You said and gently stroked her mane.
>”Thanks Anon… for worrying.” She muttered.
>You nodded at that.
“Don't worry about it Eri… you're a good pony.”
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>>41626576
Cuteness
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>>41626576
Very sweet, Anon.
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>>41629044
What a qt, post more of her
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>>41622981
Mental illness that it took me so long for me to realize.
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>>41629044
Welcome and loved
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No page 10
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>>41631632
Hellooooooooooo, nurse!
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>>41631897
She's problaby an addict to some pills
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>>41632083
Well, getting pills is piss easy when you are a nurse.
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>>41630289
Cool socks
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>>41629044
Isn't this a stallion? Or maybe I'm thinking about a different, similar design...
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>>41632768
WHAT'S HER NAME?!
I NEED MORE ART OF HER!
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>>41626753
>>41627578
Thanks, I wrote it while I was trying to not go insane at work.
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>>41633100
Is good to vent. Good job on picking a positive choice.
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is there a board OC list with name, pic and sort by date of creation, alphabtical and sex?
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>>41634226
like, a list of emo OCs?
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>>41634667
The list is here >>41500145
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>>41629044
Big booty
I love her and yes, Deep Rest is a goth piny anyway
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So I was thinking about this design alot, and It's not a bad one. Objectively, it's good.
But I want to point out my issues with it.
>Overall
So, I notice that alot of the time when it comes to Emo design in the modern internet, what we tend to see is that people are actually pulling from scene subculture instead.
To an outsider who may not have been part of either subculture, these can look very similar!
The reality is though that they infact are very different. Pinkie's design looks emo, but it actually pulls more from the scene derived 'e-girl' subculture than it does traditional emo.
>Accessories
This is a big tell for when someone doesn't quite understand traditional emo subculture, because unfamiliar people tend to want to give their emo design alot of accessories. Wearing multiple variations of often the same kind of accessory was something more common in the scene group than it was in trad-emo. Emo aesthetics tended to favour less accessories in order to create a more "dramatic" look. It's important to remember that emo's were trying to convey complex inner feelings of sadness/passion/etc.
For pinkie here, I would get rid of the ear ring and the fishnet. If I absolutely had to keep the fishnet for the fishnet-glove emo look, then I'd get rid of the necklaces and replace them with a choker.
Less is more generally when accessorizing an emo design.
>Hair and mane
I don't hate these colours! These are actually very good, they make it look like pinkie dyed her hair on her own and the roots are growing out- that's perfect.
The issue however is that the mane looks too 'good'. Emo hair was primarily done DIY in the early days, so it naturally tends to look a little fucked up. This of course became part of the look.
Whether it's pinkie or any of the other m6 characters, their hair should always looks a little ratty.
>Makeup
I also don't think this is bad, these are good colours.
The problem however is that it's too 'sexy'. I understand that it's trying to go with the show's art style, but it still doesn't look right to me.
Emos on a whole weren't trying to look sexy, they were trying to convey a certain sense of misery or even otherworldliness. Makeup style is crucial!
I would take the eyeshadow she has here and go for a more gerard way styled look, spreading it around the majority of her eye instead of just the top lid.
>Overall body and eye colour.
So, this is personal.. but I think if you're going to emo-ify a m6 character, you're going to want to give them a more washed out/darker body+eye colour.
muting their colours a bit plays EXCELLENTLY into the emo aesthetic you're portraying, it makes them appear more withdrawn and moody. (compare to their discorded variants).
Giving pinkie a lighter pink body and lighter eyes makes her feel alot sadder!
Compare this to the board OC miss eri for example, with her more muted and darker pallette. We can see how much her body and eye colour tell us about her personality.
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>>41635500
Looking at miss eri we can tell immediately that she's EXTREMELY depressed. Her gray colour is a bit blue-ish, which makes her look exhausted.
Bright red when used as an iris colour in a character signifies vitality and power, but eri's faded red (almost magenta/fuschia) makes her seem listless and lost in her life.
We can notice that she doesn't really have any sort of accessories (bracelets, etc) at all, but we can immediately clock that she's 'emo' without even needing to add cutting scars.
This speaks alot to how well designed she is!
That all said, accessories are fine. Bright colours can even be good sometimes. But it's important to ask why you're including that and if it fits the vibe.
t.endrant
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>>41635500
>>41635721
absolutely great analisis and i love the second pic
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>>41635946
Thanks! I'm glad you like it!
I think honestly speaking that emo is perfect for the board in the modern age. There's a lot more going on to emo than just the fashion or the music. It's an art subculture, one that's very similar to a darker romanticism.
The big problem we have with a lot of modern communities and ours here on the board, is that it's mostly either people who (for whatever reason) weren't around for the height of the movement in the 00s. So we get a lot of people interpreting it through scene, which is a fundamentally different culture.
This is unfortunate, because emo encompasses all the things traditional horse fandom enjoyed. Whether it's the appreciation for the sublime (nature/art/feelings) or tragedy (emo is a fertile ground for exploring complex dramas) or fun silliness (see the confluence between emos and media like invader Zim, pon & zi, etc)
Emo doesn't have to just be in the style of how a character looks- it can also be in the way a story is told. You could create green texts that are emo philosophically, and they would probably hit the spot in a way that's indescribable.
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>>41636259
Modernly the world is pretty shit, so emo as an art subculture and philosophy is more relevant than it ever has been.
As a movement, it blends with pony perfectly. There's a kind of subconscious recognition that mlp (gen 1 and early gen4 IE) is romantic in nature (refer to Greg's video discussing romanticism in MLP).
Emo would allow someone to take the themes of the show and explore it in an inverted lense.
There's been some, what I would call, proto-emo fanfic/greentext in the early fandom (see; the one green where anonymous is suicidal, ultimately learning to be ok with living his life one day at a time), but we haven't evolved much past it. This is largely because content dealing with complex emotions or situations (largely tragic) have been pushed aside as cringe. At some point everything to put into a box labelled "grimdark" and then put aside on a shelf never to be touched again.
But I think this is exactly what we need.
(Making another post, I'll attach a drawing to it so I'm not just shitting up the thread with text wall).
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>>41635721
i really like how in depth you are with your idea, anon. clearly much more knowledgable than a lot of people making “emo” designs nowadays. i made a little sketch of your design
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>>41636307
That's a nice sketch
>much more knowledgable than a lot of people making “emo” designs nowadays
NTA, but I can see the issue. I don't know how it was in the US, but here in my country emo culture had a massive overlap with the beginning of pastel goth culture, so both fused out of osmosis. There wasn't a clear division.
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>>41635500
cute ponk
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>>41636289
We need to be able to express these emotions so we can understand them, even if they are very silly sometimes or over dramatic. It's the same need we have for sublime beauty, or to breathe.
Again, we've had proto-types of emo art movements gestate in the fandom for many years! Some of these are lost to time (or hidden in boorus or the mulp wiki), but if we want to look for an example of a solidified pony emo- we need look no further than the space pony community. Especially So Great and Powerful (SGAP).
The space pony community is emo the same way Panic! At the Disco or the killers is considered emo. While they didn't deal explicitly with more painful feelings, the elements of tragedy and focus on subjective experience and feelings was a crucial part of this semi-obscure movement. Yet still, it had elements of longing and beautiful sadness.
The oc's cooked up by the artists and fandom during this age, largely, are quite sad in their own ways.
Ultimately where I'm going with this, is that emo modernly on the board has potential to be something very awe inspiring modernly. It's also something I think is neccessary more than ever.
So I encourage my horsefucker brethren to make all the emo they want, be dramatic, be silly, and have fun!
>>41636307
I love the way your art style looks here, it's perfectly suited for emo. Reminds me of growing up on deviant art and seeing the cool shit that got put out for fandoms like invader zim. Pinkie looks great here! (the happy little ponks over her head add alot to the mood she's portraying too).
>i really like how in depth you are with your idea, anon. clearly much more knowledgable than a lot of people making “emo” designs nowadays.
Thank you! I'm glad people understand what I'm saying, it's a bit weird being on the modern net and seeing all these 'emo' designs that are clearly scene or a descendent of scene (egirls/eboys).
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>>41637103
Does Eri has dreams about a happy version of herself?
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>>41635721
That's a lie. I love Miss Eri because she's a woobie and I want to hug, love, kiss and praise the little mare.
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>>41637985
Ponka....I need more of her NOW
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>>41637568
Even emos can dream for a better day.
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>>41641181
Get new socks sad pone
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Nice page 10 ya nerds
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>>41642685
https://youtu.be/xMLmM4S9IbY?si=__E0BRuTwKTfOjg1
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>>41640418
Sad love is the best love
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>>41641181
Cute
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Take a shower
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>>41641181
What's ponka sad about?



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