==JeffMango
• Shark Pony Adventures
Complete, Comedy, +hooves
http://pastebin.com/W6QUcXCt • Give Me Wings
Complete, Fluttershy, Drama
part1
http://pastebin.com/GGCZjdDX part2
http://pastebin.com/yvCYNDjU • Fatal Flaw
Complete, Rainbow Dash, Drama
http://pastebin.com/iPx8q268 • NEET Luna
Complete
http://pastebin.com/sGJin4Uk • Song For Tomorrow
Complete, Scootaloo
http://pastebin.com/BUFGm8pz • Cop Gilda Adventures
http://pastebin.com/UiWnwXha • Reverse-Trap Coco
weeb
http://pastebin.com/RjphWn0q ==WaxWorks
• Jack Lacks a Beanstalk
AKA: In which Anon assumes pony gender
Complete, +hooves, Applejack
http://pastebin.com/RbMjY2QK • ZZ Top Rarity
+hooves
http://pastebin.com/A9ih0Dq0 • Tiny Little Scootaloo
http://pastebin.com/ZkR0V1JV ==OblviousAnon
• Campaign For a Better Weekend
Rainbow Dash
http://pastebin.com/dSABzX5w ==Skippy
• Tsundere Rainbow Dash
http://archiveofourown.org/works/9921581 ==Paffi
• Eris the Love-struck Fool
http://pastebin.com/U4rci6Ud ==SMEG
• Anon E. Moos, Day 1
Pinkie
http://pastebin.com/giNdcFr2 • Anon E. Moos, Day 2, part 1
http://pastebin.com/PMJckvWH • Anon E. Moos, Day 2, part 2
http://pastebin.com/BPVZmVkn ==SpartanonB094
• My Little Drop Trooper, Reverse-Trap Edition
All of them?
http://pastebin.com/2EZnrind ===AusAnon
• Taste of a Trap
Short, Complete, Rainbow
http://pastebin.com/yjkCX2Km • Trap Pun HD Remastered 2016 Special Edition
Short, Complete, Rainbow, unreversed-trap,
http://pastebin.com/n8yPEK3F • An Orra Makes It All Complete
Short, Complete, Rainbow, (actually a full TF, leaving in for tradition), +hooves
http://pastebin.com/j3tK0khk ==_Abel
• Woona 1.3
Luna
http://pastebin.com/yAfASHZ6 • Writing by Moonlight
Luna
http://pastebin.com/2uzezzLV ==Conq
• Brotherhood
Gilda
http://pastebin.com/EhLjjB1D • The Librarian
Complete, Twilight
http://pastebin.com/nvSBAvmJ ==Woodwoes
• Dream Machine
Vinyl
http://pastebin.com/MFDwaBgm
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>Reviving yet another general
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I like my tomboys like I like my pancakes. Buttered up and ready to go down.
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Similarly, I like my pancakes like I like my tomboys. Steaming hot and sweet to taste.
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I like my tomboy like I like my coffee. Full of cream, first thing in the morning.
Anonameus
I like my tomboys like I like my rum:
Anonymous
>>31482902 Oh shit. Are back from ded? Have a bump.
Anonymous
>>31483539 Hopefully we get some writefags ushered in soon. In any case, which one of the stories in the OP is your favorite? I'm partial to the Luna one myself.
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>>31483656 That's a good one, but I'd probably go with Cop Gilda.
Because Gilda.
Also, it's complete, although with an ending that's not 100% satisfying I'd say. Kinda rushed feeling and ultimately inconclusive. I'd have preferred to see their relationship develop more slowly.
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>>31483656 Give Me Wings, NEET Luna and my personal favorite is the librarian.
>tfw no reverse trap stories about your waifu because the most popular representation about her is being a big thicfit fertility farm goddess >tfw this representation is my favorite also But it still hurt. This is the most androgynous picture that I have from Applejack.
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>>31482902 Just finished reading "Tiny Little Scootaloo."
Very, very good. A perfect example of reverse-trappery.
Unfortunately, like all of the best stories, it came to an end right when you really wish it would just continue, because there's so much more about the situation to explore.
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>>31484449 waxworks is still in the horror threads, I'm half tempted to ask him to come back and finish this, but he really likes making pony horror.
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>>31482902 JEFE please come back.
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Would Diamond Tiara make a good Reverse Trap/Tomboy? Like how Trixie Tang crossdressed as a guy because she would be afraid she'd lose her popularity if people knew she liked guy stuff?
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>>31485775 Seems like kind of a long shot. The super girly hair, super girly voice, and super girly attitude doesn't really say "reverse trap / tomboy" to me.
I mean, I guess anything is possible, but I'd say it would not be easy to make it work.
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>>31486020 Maybe it’s her fetish to be a boy? Or does it to snoop on unsuspecting people to learn secrets and gossip about it later?
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>the green I hardly started on and moved on from fucking last year is still there Two of the three are still Halo.
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>>31486914 I don't know which story it is, but I'm sure I still want it finished.
Few things suck as much as a good story that died too young.
Waxworks !qZJwlprasI
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>>31484799 >>31484449 >>31482902 I can't believe you still have my story in there. I've been busy writing for the horror thread. I am literally the only person writing horror stories, but I enjoy it.
I'm at a casual point in my life, so I'll see about expanding on the story. I'm going to have to re-read the thing myself. I'm glad people seem to like it, though.
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OH SHIT, it's back? I'm excited. Hopefully we get some green going.
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>>31482902 Wouldn't a reverse trap just be a Surprise?
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>>31485775 Anything is possible if you're creative enough.
A glorious writefag took Fluttershy and made that Butters story a lot of us liked.
You should give making Diamond more 'rough and tumble' a shot.
Anonymous
>"Hey Anon, wanna see these cuts I got skatebording the other day?" >"If you squint real hard one of them even looks like Shrek!" >"Wha? No, of course it doesn't hurt ripping the bandages off like that. It's just a little pain." >"Nah, man, I do this all the time! I tell you what though, if you think this is bad, this doesn't even compare when I did a wax removal on my bush." >"Yeesh. That was a lesson learned." >"Anyway, stop watching those half-naked cartoon girls on your phone and come shred with me dude! I'll lend you one of my helmets I got on the way." >"Wouldn't want the classmates in math thinking you're even more of a retard than you actually are." >"Nah, just joshing. They already know." >"Haha, god! You're such a dork sometimes!" >"I love you, man."
Anonymous
Ok, apparently this is also my fetish. That's like the 5th new one this year. thanks /mlp/
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>>31488290 It's almost the end of the year and you only have five new fetishes? You need to step up your game.
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>>31482902 >tfw you get to the end of a long story, but it's actually just the middle of the plot >there's no second chapter >and the last update was years ago Honestly, I should have seen it coming.
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>>31488931 which one? Writefags are sluts for attention, they might even be lurking in this thread.
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>>31489064 >they might be lurking this thread I wouldn’t worry about that, by the way do you have any prompts?
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>>31489084 prompts
>You are young anon working in a textile factory as a worker manager, where he meets a cute purple haired boy who works one of the sewing machines. The relationship grows, and Anon discovers that smol rarie is a prodigy at clothing design. They bond and Anon secretly helps to foster the cute boy's talent in secret at night, until a different discovery is made when Rarie finishes and puts on his-- ahem, her first dress. >Anon joins a highly secretive cult and discovers that there's a small Pink haired orphan boy locked in a cage downstairs. Butters apparently snuck in here after he saw them rangling and collecting stay animals on the street where he lived, and they had even stolen his rabbit which butters had found in a box for free when he was younger. Anon vows to get poor butterbutt out of here. (Plz kill angel if you use this) >Dragons are fucking assholes, but so is Anon, so he is sent to live with them where he meets amber, a weird obnoxious 'boy' who seems to pick a fight with anon every time he gets the chance. >Anon gets a job on the apple farm from granny and is quickly best buds with AJ a scrawny fucker who works harder than anyone else on the farm. Fucker kicks the apples down instead of picking them. You decide to invite him to the gym to work on upper body, and he accepts reluctantly saying he can only bulk up so much. Weird... oh fuck why did he just walk into the women's room, you chase after him only to catch in pulling off his, er her shirt... oh Anonymous
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>>31489283 I'm a slut for anything with Ember in it.
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>>31482902 >bringing back one of my all time favorite generals that’s been on their board. Also damn, I’m gonna be rereading a few of those stories. I forgot we had that many.
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>>31489064 The "Campaign For a Better Weekend,"
which actually looks like it was "added" only about a year ago.
Not likely it'll ever be updated again, though.
Nayaa
>>31482902 Hey i remember this thread
That Mango green was really neato
Anonymous
>>31483656 That green was really comfy. I don't have the pastebin link but I did find a copy of it for those who want to read it.
http://mulpwiki.org/index.php/NEET_Luna_(Reverse-Trap) Anonymous
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>>31490420 That's one of Jeff's pieces in the OP.
http://pastebin.com/sGJin4Uk Anonymous
>>31490310 M-more? Also stop by incest sometime.
We miss you.
Anonymous
>>31491029 Yeah. Kirko fucking abandoned us
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>>31491388 No he didn't he posted updates.
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>>31482902 Does anyone have an alternate link for the Tsundere Rainbow Dash story?
That one appears to be broken.
Anonymous
>>31491451 >Ywn be academically oriented high school student Anon >Ywn join Celestia's rowdy biker gang on a dare >Ywn be surprised on getting in on account of your moxie and be everyone's gopher >Ywn see her decked out in leather with a rack of a godess >Ywn see all the members refer to her as Queen >Ywn get the skinny of Canterlot's sloppy and corrupt police department >Ywn hear the story of how the biker gang got formed as a deterrent for other biker gangs >Ywn see Sunset as her fiery protégé she's grooming to become as bad ass as her >Ywn hear some members refer to her as Little Demon >Ywn get death glares from Sunny perceiving you encroaching on her territory >Ywn be stuck in a high stakes situation where you manage to save Celestia on an attempt of her life >Ywn have an even more strained relationship with Sunset >Ywn knock back a few beers as she opens up how she was adopted by Celestia on the street >Ywn see her vulnerable side and have a moment of understanding in the night air >Ywn help her patrol the city while stopping to do charity works for the citizens >Ywn secretly harbour feelings for Sunset even though she's groomed to take the reigns of a rough life while you only joined on a dare >Ywn hear her say that she's not cut out for you because of your decent upbringing and future opportunities of a successful career Anonymous
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>>31493722 cuuute, plus sketches are my bread and butter. She’s not passing so definitely a tomboy, my fav
there’s a secret message written by/on her pants tho Anonymous
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>>31482934 Fuck off, this was one of the generals i actually enjoyed.
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>>31490420 Yeah, I have to thank NEET Luna introducing me to Joji's music too. That was really comfy listening to that song while the story went on. Tugged on my feels.
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>>31493278 I don’t exactly see how this is reverse trap related but it’s an unique idea and I like it.
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>>31494223 I'm pretty sure it's someone who bought into the HORSEGIRLS ON MOTORCYCLES post from another thread.
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>>31494223 It doesn't always have to be about a reverse trap. It could be about tomboys too.
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>>31496330 Maybe some of these fine options would be suitable inspiration:
>Anon's tomboy friend has a crush on him and tries to be more girly to win him over, but of course, in the end, they both realize she's already great the way she is. >Anon makes friends with a reverse trap - the twist? She also thinks Anon is a girl because he's a waify manlet. Cue wacky shenanigans. There are all sorts of options for this one. >Anon is in ponyland, and in a reversal of the tradition, he actually has better ability to distinguish pony gender than even ponies do (possibly because he can see their genitals without magical interference) so he makes fast friends with a continually frustrated reverse trap who is happy there's finally someone who immediately recognizes she's a girl. >Combine #3 with #2 for bonus craziness >Pretty much anything involving muscular amazons would probably fit well in this thread too. Maybe Anon gets paired up with a buff fitness or sports instructor? Pro wrestler? Uh, superheroine? Maybe Anon's long-time best friend is a super beefy chick. Gilda seems like she'd be a particularly good option for any of these. >Something with 2 or more reverse traps at once? >Christmas or winter-related story with reverse trap Anonymous
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>>31497150 >muscular tomboy amazons On that note, I found these stories lying around
https://pastebin.com/fMC5gZ8W https://pastebin.com/FSkjxXCa Nayaa
Might as well post the other stuff i drew
Nayaa
>>31498476 >>31493733 I drew that
I don't remember why i wrote "Holanda" tho
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>>31498521 >tfw you came up with the idea of Trap Coco Anonymous
>>31498547 >TFW reverse trap coco will never finish. Do you know where Jeff is?
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>>31498610 And that all i have
>>31498566 I do not know, good sir, i wish i do tho
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>>31497150 >Trap on reverse-trap There's too little of this, be still my throbbing penis
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>>31490310 that cameltoe tho
Anonameus
Can't find the paste for it.
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>>31499694 >==JeffMango >• Shark Pony Adventures >Complete, Comedy, +hooves >http://pastebin.com/W6QUcXCt Unless you're thinking of some other shark-pone story
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>>31499694 >>31499712 that story is what made sharkpones into one of my fetishes
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>>31500208 That seems like an unfortunately specific and hard to satisfy fetish.
I've literally only seen one other sharkpone story ever, and as far as I can recall, it was never finished.
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>>31501040 >>31502515 I am working on it. Give me some time.
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>>31503293 Three days enough time?
:^) Anonymous
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>>31503293 I have hope in you Anon.
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maybe it is time to revive some green
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>>31506888 You mean like, write some continuations for those unfinished stories?
That'd be great.
But for some reason, nobody at all seems to be interested in writing for the thread.
Which makes no sense to me. "Tomboy" is one of the classic popular girl character archetypes. How is it possible that not one single person wants to write something based on the concept? I just don't get it.
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>>31507456 >>31506888 I'm working on it. It's almost been a year, so give me some time.
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>>31507500 I am sufficiently encouraged.
Anonymous
>>31507500 >>31508072 Well, I don't think I wish to continue the Scootaloo story. It has been too long and I fear I would create confusion trying to do so as I have no idea where I was taking it. I will start on something new, instead. Recommendations?
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Holy crap. Good to see this thread is back.
Anonymous
>>31508612 Maybe do an Ember or Young Spitfire story?
Waxworks !qZJwlprasI
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>>31508704 Young Spitfire sounds good. I will work on that.
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"Ya got your ass beat.">"I-It wasn't that bad." >"I feel f-fine." >"It's just a s-scratch." >"...okay fine, guess I'm just a wimp." >"..." >"...no thanks..." >"...no..." >"W-what?" >"...can we still get the ice cream and BBQ afterwards?"
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>>31507456 I am interested but reasons
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damn
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>>31511154 We need to shine it again.
Waxworks !qZJwlprasI
>You stop, catching your breath, legs burning and lungs burning just as hard. >You had decided to try to get into running, and it had been proving difficult so far. >Getting the gumption to actually get up in the early hours of the morning, step out the door no matter what the temperature or weather, and run until your legs felt like jelly was hard to come by. >That and it was a little boring. >You’d tried listening to music, but the beat kept causing you to run faster or slower depending on the song, and you would get tired too quickly as a result, so you’d opted to trying listening to audiobooks. >You couldn’t concentrate on the audiobook, and frequently missed plot points and other important information, so that was out as well. >You’d then started listening to podcasts, but finding podcasts you liked was more of a chore than you enjoyed, so you’d started running with nothing at all. >But that meant it was boring. >You stared at trees, flowers, bushes, grass, and other people, but all those things were only so exciting. >Over the last couple days, you’d had a hell of a time getting out of bed and wanting to run. >You’d gotten up later and later and made excuses to stop running before you’d made it the whole path around the park. >Today was probably going to be one of those days. >You’d made it to the halfway point and you were tired as fuck. Legs burned, lungs burned, and feet burned. >You were covered in sweat, and it was even a brisk autumn day. You were tired, and you just wanted to quit. >You held your hands on your knees and breathed, staring at the ground, thinking about how nice it would be to turn and go home.
Waxworks !qZJwlprasI
>>31512595 >That was when you felt a slap on your back and you staggered. > “C’mon, rookie! You can do it!” someone said. >You lifted your head to look up, and there was someone jogging in place next to you. >The person was dressed in sweats, covered from neck to toe. They had a shock of short orange hair swept backward, and sunglasses on, even though the sun was barely rising. >You just panted and gave them a nod. >”First time trying to jog?” >You shake your head, breathing in and out hard. > “Well you’re breathin’ like it. You still plannin’ on running some more? You can join me if you want. I’ve been doing this for years.” “You’re not… *gasp* gonna leave me behind and laugh, are you?”
>”Nah. I’m genuinely trying to help, rookie. You in?” >You look back toward the path you’d be taking home. It passed by a McDonald’s that you usually bought McFlurry’s from. >You didn’t need another McFlurry. >You nod. “Yeah, okay.”
>You pull yourself up and start jogging. The person who had stopped easily lurches into step with you, even though you’re stumbling along at what must be much slower than he was used to. >”How long you been running for?” “Maybe *huff* two weeks.”
>”Not long at all. My name’s Spitfire.” “Spit—*haaah*—fire? Like the plane?”
>The guy was easily pacing you, following along beside while he chatted easily. He was skinny, but looked fit, even under those frumpy sweats he was wearing. >”Yeah, I guess. I think most people call me that because I spit fire when talking to them.” “Ah. That’s *Huff* pretty funny.”
>”Yeah, I agree. S’why I let them keep doing it instead of biting their heads off.” “Hah… haha…”
>You run alongside Spitfire for a little longer, until he stops you. >”Hey, dude. You need to fix your posture. You’re running like you’re dying.” “I feel like I’m dying.”
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>>31512608 >”Nah, keep your posture up. You’ll do more harm than good if you flop about like that for long periods of time.” >He proceeded to instruct you on how to hold yourself as you ran. >He was polite about it, but firm. >You suspected he was an instructor of some sort, as he talked as though he expected to be listened to and would brook no insolence. >No wonder everyone called him Spitfire. >He wasn’t spitting fire at you, but he didn’t really give room for interruption. >Fortunately, by the time you reached the end of your usual path, you were feeling much less exhausted than you usually did. >You were still dog-tired, but you weren’t dying nearly as hard as before. “This… *gasp* is where I usually stop.”
>”Only here, eh? You really are a rookie. But I’m glad you kept trying. You looked done back where I found you.” >You gulp in air, your lungs burning, and nod. “I was about done with it, yeah.”
>Spitfire shook his head. >”Don’t let that stop you, dude. You can do much better, and you can probably make it further than this.” >He looks at you, tilting his head, then nods. >”Tell you what, if you think you can get yourself out of bed every morning, I come down these paths every day at 5:00am. Meet me where we met then, and I’ll jog with you.” “Not gonna charge me for lessons, are you?”
>”Hah! Nah. Like I said, I run here anyway, so it’ll be like running by myself, only with a tagalong.” “I will try.”
>”Do, or do not, mate. See you again, I hope.” He winks, and jogs off.” Waxworks !qZJwlprasI
>>31512614 I'll write this, mates, but I can't guarantee much more. As was mentioned, I write for the horror thread. I can't keep this place alive on my own.
Updated my journal:
https://pastebin.com/xF13TeVE Anonymous
>>31512624 The story's already almost over?
That's an academy record!
Fuck. I wish I could write something myself to encourage thread participation but that's highly unlikely
Well, at least we'll get some reverse trapfire. That's still good.
Waxworks !qZJwlprasI
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>>31512730 Nah, it's not "already almost over". It'll be average, but it's not gonna be ongoing for super long.
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>>31512624 lurkan for more
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>>31512614 Oh sweet green. How it sings to me.
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What about Reverse Traps/Tomboys that a gender swapped versions of guys? Like Soarin, Spike, or Big Mac?
Stlat !Zo89pDd5s.
>It’s kind of strange, now that you think about it >No matter how much you sleep… >No matter how much coffee you chug through the day… >”Don’t fall asleep.” >It’s always the same come homeroom >Groaning, you gently shift your head on the ad hoc pillow below, content on ignoring the new voice >Just as you’re ‘this’ close to entering that sweet twilight between consciousness and the dreamscape, however, you feel something >Something stiff and annoying >Very, very annoying >And it just keeps going on and on, each firm poke to your shoulder fueling the thoughts for violent sodomization with a pineapple >For a while you just try and ignore it >You give up on that train of thought, though, well after you’ve counted to fifty >Slowly pulling your face from the letterman jacket balled up on the desk, you turn to your seatmate >Through tired eyes do you take in the features at the… >Wait, you actually don’t know this guy >Transfer? >Eh, doesn’t matter >Not caring for his response, you lower your face back down and give a grumble >There’s silence for a moment… >”I just don’t want you to get in trouble.” >It was almost too quiet to hear, but you somehow manage >You’re tempted to just let the comment slide, but, after a minute of trying to fall asleep again, you curse silently >Little shit’s gotten you a little riled up now >It’s not often that you don’t get your hour of beauty-sleep during homeroom, after all >Slowly sitting up in your seat, you begin a slow stretch >The lad, attempting to feign interest into his homework, thinks for a moment >”Maybe.” >You raise a brow >He still doesn’t meet your eyes >You swipe one of his many pencils, of which are all in a height line >His eyes dart up to meet yours, to which you give a small, shit-eating grin
Stlat !Zo89pDd5s.
>>31514087 “Nobody gives a fuck here in CHS.”
>That being said, you wind the pencil back and fling it at the back of Bulk Bicep’s head >You’re already feigning sleep back on the jacket before he turns around >Several moments later, when you hear the sound of heated argument from Biceps and some random student, you rise as if waking up >Rubbing your eyes, you ask aloud what’s happening >Like clockwork, several classmates, knowing full well it was you, give you a smug smile before shaking their heads >You shrug >You turn back to your seatmate to see his wide eyes, mouth slightly agape as he looks at Biceps >Of whom had just thrown Flash’s work to the ground in retaliation >Oh >Oh man “Ain’t nobody give a fuck here,” you say with a chuckle, offering his shoulder a smack, “‘specially Mr Doodle.”
>You both look at the teacher >He’s completely rapt in whatever his laptop offers him, earphones on and all >Just as things begin to get good, though, Biceps and Flash are torn apart by members of the student council >Fucking faggots >A lingering smile remains on your face as you turn back to the new guy “I’mma do it again, witness m—”
>”That was my favorite pencil.” >You blink, raising a brow >The lad’s voice has gone a funny shade of quiet now… >You could’ve sworn that you heard some quivering in there too “Eh, they’re a dime a doz—”
>”That was my favorite pencil.” >You stare silently, brow cocked and sneer slowly morphing onto your face >”That. Was. My. Favorite. Pencil!” >You raise a finger before moving to speak, but the lad moves quicker than you thought possible >”You just don’t do that, man!” >His little hands manage to grab around the collar and shake it furiously >He succeeds in ruining your collar, yes, but you don’t move an inch as he puts all his weight into the action >Kind of amused, you reach up and grab his wrists Stlat !Zo89pDd5s.
>>31514095 >He stops moving as soon as your touch meets him, his eyes dilating as if he realized what he’s done “Guy, you are several shades of lucky I’m one step from getting expelled right now.”
>You give a toothy grin to the kid as his arms go limp in your grasp >Before you can let go, though, you notice a small blush in his cheeks as his mouth scrunches up >”S-sorry!” >Just as abruptly as your meeting as started, so has it ended as you let go of him >The strange lad picks up his textbook and buries his face in it, silently, yet furiously, mumbling to himself all the while >...You’re not sure how to feel about the still-growing blush on the lad’s cheeks, though >Eying him warily, you make to stand and begin to make your way over to Biceps >Hopefully he didn’t break it in a fit of rage >... >...... >You… >Oh God, what’d you just do?! >That was—you didn’t mean to! >It just sorta’... happened >That was a gift from Twiggy, and you got riled up all of a sudden >That’s not like you >Taking a moment to compose yourself, you remember what mom always to— >Mom >Ugh! >Your head meets the table with an audible ‘thunk!’ >You told her, you TOLD her people would think you’re a guy! >Fuck >Rubbing at your now-throbbing head, you sit there for a moment in brooding >It takes a few moments of mind-racking thought and zen-like concentration, but you eventually muster the right words “I want to die.”
>”Get in line, faggot.” >You jump with a start, your book cratering off the desk as you make to stand from the sudden voice from behind >You turn on a dime, eyes wide and hands slightly covering your face >Standing just before you is the green senior, his brow raised and mouth curled in a small, satisfied smile >”Nice squeal.” >There’s a blur of movement, and you see your beloved pencil midair for a split moment Stlat !Zo89pDd5s.
>>31514102 >You swipe it from the air and hold it close to your chest, a sense of comfort already making it’s way onto you >A moment passes before eyes begin to waver from you >It’s a moment where you sigh and take your seat “I hate you.”
>You can see him picking up his supplies and donning his letterman in your peripherals >”Aww, you sound just like my parents.” >Your mouth moves, but nothing comes out, save for blank air “Oh, uh…”
>You weren’t expecting that one >You turn your head to look at him fully and let out a pout when you see the shit-eating smile on his face >”Gotcha, bitch!” >He lightly smacks your shoulder >With a chuckle does he throw his bag over his shoulder and make way for the door >You’re not sure, but you follow his back all the way >Ugh >What an asshole >All you wanted was to make sure he didn’t get in trouble >You slink back into your seat as the bell rings to the sound of a great many students packing up >After ten minutes or so, when the last student has left, you begin to pack up as well >Just as you push in your seat, however, you see something >Something round and blue >Picking up the bottle, you read the little slip of medical tape stuck to the side, the letters clearly drawn in Sharpie >’Anonymous, #344’ >You blink at that before making your way to the door, eying the trash can all the while >Anonymous, eh? >Kind of fits him, you guess >The bottle dangles over the trash for a long while, your mind doing too much thinking for such a simple action >Ugh >Mom sure raised something… >But she didn’t raise an asshole >Stuffing the bottle in your backpack, you make your way out the classroom >A small smile makes its way onto your face as you begin to descend the stairwell, though >Maybe he’d thank you? >Maybe you’d have someone to talk to? >You chuckle, eyes now downcast >That’d be nice Stlat !Zo89pDd5s.
>>31514106 https://pastebin.com/scFcW0z2 Have been meaning to write something for you all these past few weeks. Hope this one isn't too shit and that it'll, at the very least, be a nice few bumps to attract the drawfags.
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>>31514120 Thanks for the green friend.
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>>31514087 >>31514095 >>31514102 >>31514106 >>31514120 At this point. We are grateful for every green that we get. Thanks writefag.
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>I'll never be caught off guard when my almost-as-flat-as-a-board tomboyish best friend suddenly starts showing off how feminine and sexy she can be
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>>31515959 Working on more. Keep your pants on.
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one more, I guess
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>>31482902 It seems like these stories cover most of the obvious reverse traps fairly well (especially Dash).
But I wonder if there are any non-obvious options that are being overlooked.
Maybe Spike? Like, I could see stories where Spike suddenly says "But, Anon, I'm a girl... didn't you know that?" It would work with human Spike OR dragon Spike, really.
Actually, come to think of it, I seem to recall something like that actually happening in a story once. I wish I could remember which one it was.
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yeah man dang ol' reverse trap n stuff
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>>31522493 >no alcohol >no cigarettes >no drugs >no fast food >no caffeine >no (You)s Anonymous
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>>31514106 Nobody gives a fuck at CHS, and yet Anon is close to expulsion?
Sounds like Anon is projecting.
Is this going to be expanded into a full story, or was that the whole thing?
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Look, is one of you going to finish one of these
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>>31528668 I'm working on it, but if the thread isn't getting enough attention besides one or two writefags, then I'm sorry, but it's really not my fault.
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>>31528668 >Anon then realizes that willingly fucking someone he genuinely thought was a dude is still 100% gay, thereby rendering him incapable of getting it up for that fine tomboy pussy. Anonymous
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i said live damnit
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Oh shit, we still alive?
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I feel like we're bumping a little bit more than absolutely necessary because we're paranoid about dying again.
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>>31530053 Page 9 says otherwise
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not saying i want to rape but>rape
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Shitty prompt bump:>You're offered 2 months of free maid service, in exchange for your silence and any evidence you have concerning the illicit affair the 2 senior members of your school's softball team were involved in >You get your house cleaned and your underwear hand-washed, and your school gets to stay out of the news >Nobody ever needs to know what happened between the girls, their softball coach Mrs. Spitfire, and her under-aged daughter Scootaloo
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>>31534000 Man, I remember a few years back when the maid thread was a thing.
There never really was any story that properly emphasized the tomboyishness of Dash and Gilda.
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>>31531776 >Be Anon at Canterlot University. >All the students are in special teams because AMERICA! >Your team puts you into smaller groups because FUCK YEAH! >In your group are you, Gilda, Rainbow Gash, Greg, and Gzecora, the token Zebrambwean exchange student. >After a hard day of trying hard to study you walk back from the lecture megatheater and go to home room. >They charge half as much if you go along with the collages' crazy American bullshit so you are all here on swivel chairs that have little desks on arms. >They're just well designed enough to not be terrible. >The only real complaint you have is they have boobs. >Not actual breasts, but they have distinctly breast shaped indentations shallowly moulded into the plastic desktop. >Again, nobody understands why but we include it to make the Yanks happy. >So while I've been distracting you with filler about the surroundings our characters have done some very noteworthy things. >Very interesting and I bet you'd like to know what they actually did and may still be doing. >Let's look in on them on one of the several 'teaching aid' cameras on the ceiling of the classroom. >They're having a fucking jousting match in there. >And oh my lord, that's an actual lance Greg put through Rainbow Gash. >I'll go call the ambulance, sorry but we don't have time to tell you what's happening, Gash is in mortal peril for heaven's sake. >'Boys will be boys' indeed, jesus christ this is what I get for taking the opening in an american school. Anonymous
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>You'll never be a bit heart-broken when you find out the tomboy neighbor you had your eye on was actually just a lesbian
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>>31536264 A lot heart-broken, but significantly less surprised.
Unless, of course, it was all just a convoluted plot to make me/Anon jealous.
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>Neighbor and her rainbow-haired girlfriend like to fuck loudly, frequently and right next to their open bedroom window >Which happens to be fairly close to your open bedroom window >So you're doing what any red-blooded Equestrian would do >You're jacking it to the sounds of Gilda moaning and wailing like a banshee mixed with her girlfriend either finger-blasting her to kingdom come or stirring up the meanest pot of mac and cheese in history
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>>31537186 >>31536264 Im feeling a bit cucked here dude
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>>31538514 as a man you can only be cucked by an other man
this is why yuri is the only form of love that does not make you a cuck
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Best tomboy coming through.
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>>31538663 If it walks like a cuck, and talks like a cuck, and has to sit there while his "girlfriend" has sex with someone else, ridiculing him and mocking their supposed relationship,
then it's a cuck.
And the specifics of what goes into what is insignificant at this point.
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>>31539518 She's not bad, but the twintails instead of short hair are a point against her.
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>>31539854 except fictional characters are not your girlfriend
of course if we talk about real gf then you would still be a cuck
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>>31537186 >You speed up your pace as you hear Gilda's moans growing louder and breathier >You do your best to time things just right, to make it seem like you're the one that just rocked your neighbor's world >Right when both you and her hit your respective peaks, you hear her yell something that brings everything, your stroking, your breathing, your pulse, every sound in the area, to an abrupt halt >"OH, GOD! OH FUCK, ANON, YES!" >There's about 8 seconds of deafening silence, interrupted only by your racing heartbeat and shallow breathing, before the thunder came roaring in >"... ᴬʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ fucking SERIOUS!?!?" Anonymous
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>>31542105 What is this strange feeling I have...
Hope? Optimism?
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one day i will write
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>>31498566 >Jeff >Reverse trap Coco >thw you try to cum from your penis into Coco's penis but it turns out Coco has no penis Anonymous
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>>31545110 "Coco!? W-what's going on? Where's your penis?"
>"I have no penis!" "But Coco, I also have no penis!"
>"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?" >And then they were both lesbians. Anonymous
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>You'll never be her rebound sex toy after a bad break-up with her old girlfriend
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>>31545110 Didn't he also do Aunt Coco too?
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Does anyone happen to have a guide on how you write greentext? I'm interested, but my understanding is that it's a little different than regular fiction and I'd prefer it not to be a huge mess.
Stlat !Zo89pDd5s.
>>31559626 Now that you mention it, there isn't really a guide to writing green. Guess I'll have to get on that today, finally break my bit of writer's block that I've had all week. Sure, there are general writing guides in Fimfic general, but nothing about writing green itself, which is far from regular writing that you'd see on that site. This could really help a lot of anons and possibly give them some courage to put out.
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>>31559626 I don't know if that general is still around, but I remember there being a writers guild at some point
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>>31559626 How to green text
>Action words >each line gets to the point >minimum detail >make it get serious quick >joke line >>>implying you write Anonymous
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>>31560673 Hey, roger that
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>>31559626 [Main character dialog (Mostly Anon)]
>Inner monologue Can be main character or secondary character. >"[Other character dialog]" This is how you from the sentences so we can see who's speaking/thinking.
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>>31561788 Right, I got that. I was thinking there was some weird style green had to follow, but reading stuff by some other people I'm probably just overthinking it.
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>>31563294 I suspect that anyone still in this thread is far to desperate for green to give you a hard time over things like that.
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>>31564677 I've got something in the works, but I've just started it and it might be a little while before I've got anything worth posting. So, bear with me.
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>Winters are the worst >This was the prevailing thought as you stepped from your vehicle into the early morning air >Sure, Christmas and New Year's were fun, but... >The wind picks up and kicks your face with an icy blast >...you hate the cold >Groaning, you settle further into your dark-blue patrolman's jacket and begin your trek across the parking lot >A fresh blanket of snow had fallen over the night, covering lawns and sidewalks >The city had done a decent job of salting the roads, at least >You cross the street, unconcerned with traffic at such an early hour >Pass an illuminated flag pole >Walk through the front door of the Blaik County Police seventh district substation >And into your new job >Where you proptly realize how lost you are >You don't actually remember where to go from here >Looking around, you spot a bored-looking middle-aged woman sitting behind a pannel of ballistic glass, and you make your way over to her >You lean against the counter >At a painfully slow pace, her eyes drift from her computer screen to you >You were sure that at some point someone had told you, at it had just slipped your mind >Not the best first impression, to be sure >"Squad room." >She jerked her head towards the front door >"He'll show you." >You direct your attention towards the door >A tall, dark haired man who looked to be in his mid twenties had just walked in >A single thin, gold service bar was stiched into his jacket's lower left sleeve, marking three years of service >"You the new guy?" >He walks up to you, hand outstretched >"George." >You clasp his hand firmly, and shake >"Good to have ya' with us, Anon. C'mon, squad room's this way." >He swipes his card through a reader and leads you through a nondescript door into a long, narrow hallway
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>>31565576 >"So, you lived here in Blaik County long?" "About three days. Moved here once I got the job."
>He whistles >"Three days and you're already getting started, huh?" >You shrug "Yeah, well, figured I might as well. I was kinda' excited to start working, honestly."
>"Well, keep up the enthusiasm, man. It'll take you far." >He reaches the door and pauses. >"Otherwise, you'll burn out on this and hate your life." >He pushes through the door and you follow >Trying to keep the conversation alive, you press "So, what do you do?"
>"Patrol. But I'm one of two FTO's on shift, so you might be riding with me." >He grimaces ever so slightly >"Or that other guy." "What? What other guy?"
>George waves his hand dismissivly >"Nah, don't worry about it. Whoever they stick you with, they'll be great." "Whoever being you or one other person."
>"Yeah." >You reach another door, which George pushes open, revealing a rectangular desk with a dozen or so chairs spaced around it >Immediately, you knew who that 'other guy' had to be >He was sitting in the back corner of the room with his feet propped up against the desk, scowling at you as you entered >He was lean and, like George, appeares to be in his mid to late twenties >However, his most memorable feature is a close-crop of messy rainbow hair Anonymous
First attempt at green. Good? Bad? Salvageable?
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>>31565599 Seems decent so far. Not a whole lot to chew on yet. But there's nothing that makes me want to vomit in rage, if that's what you're wondering.
Cop Dash is an unusual choice, so I'm guessing you must have chosen it for a reason. I'm curious to see what that reason is, story-wise.
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>>31565587 >George nudges you >"Dude, you're staring." >You avert your eyes, but aside from the scowl he gave no indication of caring >George takes a seat near the front of the room and you settle into the chair next to his, turning away from the black looming presence sitting at the far end of the table "So..."
>You jerk your hear towards the rainbow-haired officer >"Corporal Dash. He's been on a little longer than me. I think he laterally-hired in from some agency a little bit south of here." "Is he like... gay?"
>George shurgs >"We don't fuckin' know, man. Dash likes to keep to himself. I mean, he's not a bad cop, he's just distant. Ya' know?" >You nod >Other offices begin to shuffle into the room >"He's also the other FTO." "Yeah, I guessed that."
>The door is pushed open once more and a man whose uniform bears sergeant's stripes enteres, coffee mug in one hand and clipboared in the other. >"Morning, everyone." >He takes his place in the front of the room >"Welcome to the zero-five-hundred to seventeen-hundred shift. As I'm sure you noticed, we had some heavy snowfall last night so expect lots of accident calls today, especially out on county roads that haven't been salted yet." >He flips through his papers >"EMA wants to be remind you that fire rescue is IC for any accidents invlolving injuries or fire, and you're going to be focusing on traffic enforcement today, because of aforementioned snow, so that's speeders, seatbelts, distracted driving. Clear? >He pauses a moment for questions >"So, putting that aside, we've got a new member of the team, Officer Mous - >You raise your hand >"- so everyone coach him, make yourselves available to answer any questions he has. Mous, welcome to your first day at the Blaik County Police Department. Corporal Dash, you'll take the lead as his FTO." >The sergeant browses through papers >"And, that concludes my brief to you. If you need me, you can contact me by radio or phone. Hit the streets." Anonymous
>>31566972 >George stands from his chair >"Sorry, man. Dash is good. You'll do okay." >"Let's go, rook." >It was a voice you don't recognize >Not exactly low, but certainly not high pitched >The best way you could describe it is coarse, and a little strained >A little like an adolescent boy >You turn towards the source >It's Dash >Certainly not how you though he'd sound, but then again, you weren't really sure what you'd expect >Now that you could see him up close and standing, it was apparent that Dash was kind of short >You're about average height, and the top of your his head was a little above your eye level >"What?" "Uh..."
>You're not exactly sure what to say. >He points to a charging bank sitting on a table >"Grab a radio and let's go, we've got a lot of work to do." >You snatch a radio out of the charging bank and jam it into its holder on your duty belt >You follow Dash out of the room through the same door that the other officers left by >A brisk walk down a hallway leads you to another door, which Dash opens and leads you into a parking lot >He points to a black-and-white Ford Explorer-based Police Interceptor Utility >"There's our unit, Six-Delta-Twenty. That's our callsign for the radio." >He unlocks the vehicle Anonymous
>>31566981 >"I'll be handeling driving today, but I want you to functions check the lights and sirens before we get on the road." >You hop into the driver's seat, crank the ignition, and locate the control box >You hit the lights, and the lightbar blooms to life >Covering one ear, you mash the siren control and cycle through wail, yelp, and the air horn before switching them off and stepping out "Okay, everything's working."
>Dash jerks his head towards the passenger side, before taking the driver's seat and shutting the door "Cunt"
>You murmur, as you make your way to the passenger side and step in >"So. What'd you just do wrong?" >What? Again, you we're unsure of how to proceed "I, uh,"
>"You crossed in front of the car. That's super basic shit." "But that's for like... traffic stops and stuff."
>He shakes his head >"This needs to be second nature to you. If you can't remember to do it now, under no stress in a parking lot, then you'll for sure fuck it up when you're on the road, it's raining, you're cold, and it's your fifteenth traffic stop that day. You always cross behind your vehicle - it's a matter of repitition." >Dash jabs a thumb at the two rifles stored between you >"The combination's four-seven-nine-three. You need to have that memorized." >He puts the car in reverse, and grabs the microphone >"Six-Delta-Twenty, ten-eight from the station." Anonymous
More coming if the thread can survive the night
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>>31565599 It's alright, but I'm always put off with green that uses human names in a world like MLP.
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>>31567281 I guess that's an oversight on my part, though in my defense I was more concerned with just getting something out there, and I'm not especially good at coming up with pony names.
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>>31566994 More, you say?
That's my favorite word.
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>>31566984 Dash gonna talk about "his" old partner?
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>>31569496 We'll get to that.
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>>31560565 There used to be a thread for people who wanted to writefag with a tutorial and everything... But I haven't seen it quite some time.
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>>31569841 Yeah, I looked around for that and couldn't find it. So I just went with the best I could think of.
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Okay, so if everything goes well I should have more coming in the next couple hours
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>>31566984 >Dash takes a right turn out of the stations lot >You glance at the cruiser's clock >Five in the morning, exactly >Internally, you sigh >You've got twelve more hours with this dude >"We're going to be working plenty of accidents today, so pay attention because this'll be a huge part of your job. When you get on scene, there's a reflective vest for you in the trunk. You will wear that vest whenever you're working a traffic accident, for the entire time you're there. A lot of cops are killed working accidents because a motorist doesn't see them." >You nod - this is basic information >"Whenever you're on scene, you need to be looking *and* listening. If you hear tires squealing, someone's probably losing control of their car and you need to be ready to move." "How many accidents do you think we'll see?"
>He shurgs >"Tough to say. Could be a few dozen on a bad day. Sun won't be up for a couple more hours, and that's when we'll start getting calls. During morning rush hour." >And like that, you were back to uncomfortable silence >It looks like George is right >Dash does prefer to keep to himself >Which really begged the question, why did he become an FTO? >Maybe it was a power thing >A Napoleon complex on account of how short he was >You really hope not, riding with someone like that would be absolutely aweful >More so than it already was >Minutes pass with no more words spoken >Other than to instruct, Dash doesn't seem interested in initiating conversation >You try to break the ice Anonymous
>>31574555 "So, what do you do outside of work?"
>He cocks an eyebrow >It's a transparent attempt, and he knows it >But he seems willing to humor you >"I exercise a lot on my off days." "Cool. Like what? Running?"
>"Yeah, some. And I do a lot of weight training." "...oh."
>You really hadn't meant it to come out thar way >It was just, Dash doesn't look that built >Granted, 'a lot of' weight training could mean anything >And it's hard to tell exactly what he looks like under his winter uniform >But as you noted back at the station, he seems to be a pretty skinny guy >Either way, regardless of your intentions, his irritated scowl was back "Sorry, I didn't mean -"
>His glare cuts you off >Good job, Anon >You're really nailing it on your first day >The next two hours pass with little incident and few words spoken, other than bare essentials >It's a relief when your dispatcher comes over the radio >"Six-Delta-Twenty, respond to Highway Fifteen eastbound past mile-marker four, highway one-five eastbound past mile marker four, in reference to a ten-fifty with possible injuries." >Dash grabs the microphone >"Six-delta-twenty, we're en-route." Anonymous
>>31574562 >He hits the lights and sirens, and stomps on the accelerator >"When we get on scene, you stay with me and listen to exactly what I say. People like to go upwards of fifty, sixty miles per hour on this road. Don't expect them to move over just because you're running lights. For the love of God, pay attention to oncoming traffic and if you see something fucked up let me know." "Right, yeah, got it."
>You can feel your hands shaking >It's an odd combination of fear and excitement >Here you are, after months of training, running your first call >The engine is roaring, and you can feel the weight of your two and a half ton vehicle as Dash accelerates into a turn >Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember that at around sixty miles per hour a police car will begin to outrun its siren >You're now pushing eighty >It's thrilling >And at the same time, there's someone who needs your help >It's a sense of urgency you had never felt before >A life hanging in balance, and a race to get there in time >Dash turns down a new road and begins to break >There's cars slowing to a halt a short distance in front of you >He brings the cruiser onto the shoulder of the road and passes by the stopped traffic at a speed of thirty or forty miles per hour >A quarter mile or so in front of you is the crash >You can start making out details >At least one vehicle, a green sedan, has flipped >"Shit, this is going to be bad." >As you draw closer, you can make out more details >The frame of the sedan is crumpled, and the windows shattered >One of its doors was torn off and flung off the side of the road >A second car, a red coupe, has a deep gouge on the front passenger side, and has spun around to face oncoming traffic >Black smoke is wafting out from under the hood >Dash mashes the break, and the vehicle slides to a stop >"Six-delta-twenty, we're on scene. We need you to start a ten-fifty-two our way, and keep fire rescue rolling." Anonameus
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>>31574574 Enjoying the story so far! Keep it going man.
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>>31578557 I'm sufficiently motivated. More coming.
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>>31574574 >He leaps from the car, pulling his reflective vest over his torso >"Grab the extinguisher from he back." >Without waiting for a reply, he rushes over to the coupe >As soon as your boots hit the ground, you scamble to the rear of the intercetor and pop open the tailgate >You grab your vest, throw it on, and pull the fire extinguisher from the trunk before running over to Dash >Dash reaches inside the car to pop the hood >"Take care of that smoke, I'll check on the driver." >You stuff the nozzle under the hood and sqeeze the lever, empying the contents of the fire extinguisher into the engine compartment >"Hey man, can you hear me?" >You hear a soft groan >Dash has his nitile gloves on and is checking the driver >"Just stay still, don't move your neck. We've got an ambulance coming." >He keys his radio >"Six-delta-twenty to Blaik County, we have one male, approximately thirty years of age, with unknown injuies." "Is there anything I can do?"
>Dash looks over his shoulder at you >"Yeah, go check on the other car. If you find someone, call it up to dispatch so they can update fire rescue. Don't move them unless you absolutely have to." >You pull a pair of gloves from the holder on your belt and rush over to the flipped sedan >Shattered auto glass crunches under your boots, and the sharp odor of gasoline stings your nose >You kneel by the driver side window and peer inside >Strangely, you find not a single passenger inside "The fuck?"
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>>31579967 >You look back towards Dash, a question forming on your lips, but he looks pretty preoccupied dealing with the driver of the coupe >He'll probably bitch at you if you try to dragging him away for something that wasn't urgent >You scan left and right, searching for answers >Surely there was no way whoever was in here got out and walked away >You stand up and walk to the front of the car >Still nothing >"Hey, what's going on over there?" >Great, now Dash is yelling at you "I can't find..."
>You notice something laying in the snow >Something very, very still >You move towards it, stepping over the guardrails and into the snow >"What? What do you see?!" >You know what you're seeing >You don't want it to be true >And you really hope you're wrong >But somehow, you know >It's the dead body of sedan's driver >Someone was yelling something, but you couldn't process their words >All you could do was stare >The body is a woman of about forty, lying face up >It isn't hard to piece together what had happened >She hadn't been wearing a seatbelt, and when her car flipped she had been ejected from the vehicle and flung into the air >This is how she landed Anonymous
>>31579977 >Her long, black hair is splayed out behind her head, with not a strand touching her face >A pair of blue eyes stare dully up at the sky >Her mouth is open just ajar >And her head sits atop her shoulders at a horrible angle >Looking back, this was probably the breaking point >Your legs give out and you tumble forward, breaking your fall with your hands >A sickening pressure grows in the back of your throat >And you throw up >You're not sure how long you stayed like that >But eventually, you feel someone grip your left shoulder and pull you onto your knees >"Anon." >It's Dash >"Aw, shit." >You try to look back towards the body, but Dash gives you a shake >"No, don't look at her, look at me. Can you walk?" >You swallow and try to find your voice to answer "Ugh... yeah."
>"Alright, c'mon. Let's get up." >He helps pull you onto your feet >Dash's grip hasn't left your shoulder >"I gotcha' man. Let's get you back to the car." >Gingerly, he leads you over to your cruiser, opens the passenger door and sets you inside >"Fire departments on scene, you just sit this one out." >He hands you a bottle of water >"Sip on that, I want half of it gone by the time I get back." >You nod, and Dash away >And strangely, you find yourself missing his presence Anonymous
>>31482902 are the only ones on here with hooves the 2 that have the +hooves tag?
the rest is eqg?
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>>31580118 Not necessarily EQG, just humans.
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>>31580128 been just picking random ones, wanna recommend me anything actually good/somewhat complete
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What if we had a tomboy/reverse trap story with Smolder and Ember? It could revolve around Anon wanting to look cool and be like his favorite fighting game character, or to protect himself from bullies. So he joins a (kyokushin) karate dojo called The Dragon's Den and meets Ember, nicknamed the 'Dragon Princess' due to her prowess in the martial art (in spite of her size) and that she's the daughter of the dojo master Torch, the 'Dragon of the Mountain'. It's at this point where Anon meets Smolder, an underclassmen who dreams of becoming as good as her role model Ember.
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>>31582534 Sounds good to me.
But I'd say that Ember should also be a reverse trap so we could get a reverse trap 2-fer.
By the end, Anon would be checking his pants just to make sure his dick was still there.
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>>31579987 >It wasn't so much *him*, it was just comforting to have someone around >Though Dash had displayed a surprising amount of care >You might've misjudged him >You know, a little >He was definitely a little abrasive >And kind of a dick >"Hey man, how ya' hanging?" >It's George >At some point, he must've arrived "Alright, I guess. You heard what happened?"
>He sighs >"Yeah, Dash filled me in. That's rough. But had to happen sometime, ya' know?" "Yeah..."
>"Well, I thought I'd check on you. Can't really talk, they need me to help direct traffic around this clusterfuck." >Honestly, that makes you feel worse >Like everyone else on scene was doing something >Except you, because you couldn't handle the sight of a body >It wasn't like some shocking revelation that you would see death >And then, when it really counted, you fucked it up ***
>The ambulance leaves the scene first >Then the coroner >Two wreckers >And the fire department >All that's left is you and Dash, and the two other Blaik County units who responded Anonymous
>>31586104 >It didn't take you too long to recover >But by that point, you figured if you tried jumping in you'd be more a hinderance than an asset >Better to just ride it out >There's always next time >You hear the driver side door open, and Dash steps in >His nose and cheeks are stung red by the cold >"Oh, man." >He strips his bright yellow traffic vest off and stuffs it inside his doors storage compartment, and lets out a sigh as he relaxes in his seat >"Well, that wasn't too bad." "Could've gone a lot better."
>He glances over at you >"Look, here's the thing about bodies, man. Everyone reacts differently, and when you see your first one... well, it fucks with people." "I guess. I just feel like I pussed out."
>The ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth >"Yeah, a little. But you'll see more, and you'll toughen up. It's just a matter of getting used to it." >He pauses >"Don't let it get to you. As far as first calls go, that was a lot. As the way you reacted... you're human. You've got empathy. Try not to lose that." >He reaches over to the computer, and begins scrolling through the dispatch log >"Anyway, the calls have been stacking up, and we're not even close being done for today. So I definitely can't have you up your own ass with moping, because we have a noise complaint to check on." "I'm good, let's go."
>You meant it >Any chance to redeem yourself would be welcome >Even if it was something as trivial as a noise complaint Anonymous
>>31586107 >Dash puts the cruiser into drive, and pulls out onto the highway >"Six-delta-twenty to Blaik County, show us ten-eight and responding to the noise complaint on five-sixteen Clearwater Road.' >... "So."
>"What's up?" "How'd you react?"
>"To what? My first body?" "Yeah. You said everyone reacts different."
>"Well, *I* didn't throw up. But like I said, it fucks with you. It wasn't easy." "What was it?"
>You're not entirely sure it's an appropriate question, but your curiosity is getting the better of you >"It was a drowning. A couple kids broke into a public pool at night, and turns out neither could swim." >He shakes his head >"The stupidity of some people, right?" "This was back at your old agency?"
>His eyes snap onto you >"How'd you know about that?" >You raise your hands defensively "George told me this morning."
>Dash squints, his eyes searching you for any signs of dishonesty >Finding none, his expression softens >"Yeah. Back when I worked for the Canterlot Police. Things were usually pretty quiet." >His gaze drops for just a fraction of a second >"Not like Blaik County though. You'll see and do plenty around here." "Like... check on noise complaints."
>"Oh, absolutely." ***
"Ma'am, listen -"
>"No, you listen! You listen, because *that*..." >The woman jabs the air with a finger >"That, is what I hear every damn morning!" >She was referring to generic sounding dubstep pumping from the inside of the house next door Anonymous
>>31586112 >Honestly, you didn't think it was that loud >You could barely hear it from the porch "Ma'am, the current noise ordnance expires after eight in the morning."
>"They're changing that law! I looked it up, they're changing that law any day now!" "Yes, ma'am, but until the new law takes effect, he's not in violation."
>She huffs and throws her hands in the air, in an exaggerated fashion >"You don't live here, you don't know what it's like to wake up every day and hear that... that garbage!" "Have you tried talking to him, and explaining yourself?"
>She glowers at you "Would you like *me* to talk to him, and ask him to turn the music down?"
>"I'd like you to arrest him." >You groan inwardly "Well that isn't going to happen. So I can either leave, and you can call us back when he's actually in violation of the noise ordnance, or I can go talk to him."
>She sighs >"Well, I guess you can *try*." >You walk off her porch >Accross her lawn >Past your cruiser and Dash, who has an amused smirk on his face >Across the street >And up a short flight of poorly maintained wooden stairs, terminating at a small landing >The music was a lot louder over here >You reach out and rapidly strike the door with the back of your hand a full dozen times >Several seconds later, an unshaven, unkempt man dressed in a dark red bathrobe answered the door >You hope he's wearing underwear under there Anonymous
>>31586115 >"Sup?" >"Sir, I'm having trouble hearing you, can you turn down the music?" >He produces a small remote and mashes a button, silencing his speakers >Thank God "Thank you. I'm Officer Mous with the Blaik Couny Police Department. We've recieved a call from one of your neighbors complaining about the volume of your music."
>"Oh yeah? Is that a crime?" "Well no, sir, but your neighbor is very upset -"
>"Oh yeah... heh. Fuck that bitch, right?" "Sir, I think she'd really appreciate it if you'd enjoy your music at a lower volume."
>He looks at you >"Look dude... you just said it's not a crime. So why're you over here harassing me about this?" "Sir, they are changing the noise ordance to expand the hours it's in effect."
>"Okay, well come back when I'm breaking the law. How about you go and write some speeding tickets until then." >He shuts the door >The music comes back on >Defeated, you make your way back to your car "Fuck both those guys."
>A raspy laugh escapes Dash's throat >"Better get used to it. You'll deal with a lot of this. Anyway, that wasn't awful." >He swivels the computer to face you >"Start writing up the report." >You glance at the clock >It's not even lunchtime yet Anonameus
>>31586119 You got a name and/or bin?
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>>31587392 No bin since I've never written before. I thought about a name, but I don't know if there's enough people posting right now to really justify it.
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>>31586119 I’m liking the story so far, enjoying the descriptions of scenes and your character development so far. Also your story reminds me of my first body at a scene I got to work. It’s true, it does fuck with some people.
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>>31580434 So the tldr of give me wings is "dash cucks herself", not that anon but thanks for the recs.
>>31587434 You should make one, story's a nice read so far and I know I'm eager to see more.
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You know, maybe it's time to start "taking inspiration" from some existing reverse-trap media. Anyone have any ideas?
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>>31587551 Oh, cool. I was actually kind of unsure about that scene, because I figured it'd either be hit or miss. What're you, fire? LE? EMS?
>>31588199 Yeah, I'll probably have a pastebin up here pretty soon so if the thread 404s the story isn't lost to the ages.
That was the one thing I found off putting about give me wings. I like the story otherwise.
>>31588379 Never heard of the movie, but if you've got an idea, go for it. Like an earlier poster said, anyone still in this thread is probably eager for content.
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>>31588429 Well the scene seems pretty good to me, and I’m EMS. Also, looking forward to more of your story!
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>>31588720 Cool, man. I know a few guys who went EMS.
More coming.
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>>31586119 It was good. I don't really care about the typos, you write well: you don't rush, you present just the right amount of detail, and your writing has a "human" element to it; where each line of greentext feels like it's coming from Anon's head instead of it just being "and then you do this. And then you do that. And then she appears and looks at you and says bluh to you." Continue when you feel like it.
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>>31588896 The typos bug me a little because I expect more from myself, but I don't usually catch them on the first reading through. Then I'll go back, realize I misspelled "panel", or forgot to change a word after I'd made an edit, and by that point there's really nothing I can do about it.
That aside, it's good to hear people are enjoying it, and it's nice to have an audience to write for.
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Goofy idea:>Anon's a bit of an idiot >He fully believes that his best friend, who's always been a girl, was actually born a boy >She only dresses like a tomboy sometimes, and thank to a recent midnight skinny-dipping excursion, he's seen she doesn't have any swinging or swaying bits downstairs >But he concluded in his head that during the month she was gone during summer vacation (That she claims was spent at her grandparents house across state), her family must have taken her to some south-east Asian hospital for sexual reassignment surgery, something the doctors here would never let happen at her age
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>>31590952 Is this something you think you want to write, or are you just bouncing ideas around?
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>>31586119 >"Blaik County to all district seven unit, respond one-twenty-eight Bluehill Street, one-two-eight Bluehill Street, in reference to a ten-ten." >"Hey, we got a fight!" >Dash keys up the radio >"Six-delta-twenty, en route." >He hits the lights, siren, and accelerates >"We're close, we'll probably be the first ones on scene." >A fight >*Real* police work >"Hey, Anon." "Yeah?"
>"This fights in a residential area. It could be related to a domestic incident, even though they didn't page it out as one." "Okay."
>"So if we get on scene, and we've got a victim that looks beat all to hell, you keep a close eye on him anyway, because he won't be on our side once we arrest his dad, brother, friend, whoever." "Got it."
>You had to admit, Dash's ability to multitask was pretty impressive >Here he was, passing cars and clearing intersections running code three to a fight, all the while talking to you about what you might see when you got on scene >It doesn't even look taxing for him >You turn right, down a road lined on both sides with barren trees and modern, suburban homes >It doesn't take you long to spot the fight >Thought to call it a fight may be a bit of an exaggeration RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31592091 >There were two men >Words had definitely been exchanged, along with some shoves >But as far as fights go... >Yeah, this was pretty mild >A third person was also present >A woman, who was jumping and swatting at herself "What the hell?"
>Your cruiser slides to a stop, and Dash kills the siren as he hops out >You're right behind him >Dash's autolock baton cracks as he flicks it out to it's full length >"Police! Break it up!" >You and Dash, batons in hand, wedge yourselves in between the men and force them apart >They continue to stare hatefully, though make no movements towards eachother >The woman, on the other hand, can't stop moving >"Oh God, get it off me, I can feel it on me!" Dash yells over his shoulder
>"Ma'am, take it easy!" >He turns his attention back to the two men who had been fighting >"Does someone want to explain to me what's going on here?" >The first man, wearing a heavy work jacket and jeans, volunteers his story. >"Easy! So I'm here doing some electrical work -" >He points at a 'Lightning Wiring' van in the driveway of a nearby house >"- all of a sudden, I see this mother fucker tryin' to attack that woman!" >The second man, dressed in a suit and overcoat, protests >"That is a lie!" RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31592107 >Dash looks at the woman, who is still squirming unconfortably, albiet less violently >"Ma'am, was this man attacking you?" >"I don't know what he was doing, he kept trying to stick his fingers in my mouth!" >You're... not really sure what to make of that "Fingers in your mouth?"
>The accused man quickly interjects >"To keep her from choking on her tongue! I was walking to my car when I saw her freaking out, and then she fell over. I assumed she was having a seizure." >Dash raises his eyebrows >"Were you having a siezure, ma'am?" >"Of course not, I want to get that *thing* off me! It's still there, I can still feel it!" "What thing?"
>"My son's pet! Look, I had it in here -" >She reaches down and picks a box off the ground, and opens the lid >"- and it... oh." >Her face flushes red >You and Dash peer inside >It's a short, brown Salamder >... God dammit. >Dash lets out a short bark of laughter, and reaches for his radio >"Six-delta-twenty to Blaik County, we're code four, no further assistance needed." ...
"That was really not what I was expecting."
>"Yeah, no shit, dude." RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31592115 >You and Dash were back in the interceptor >Dash, in his infinite kindness, was letting you handle the paperwork >"But there's actually a good take away from this." "Yeah? What's that?"
>"You can't always trust what comes over the radio. It's not the dispatchers fault, usually, they're working with that they got. But you'll be surprised how often you respond to a call, and find something you totally aren't expecting." "Like a salamander."
>"Not just that. Like, this one time we got a call for a domestic. And obviously, you're expecting to find at least two people. But when we get on scene, it's just this one dude standing on a car, ripping his shirt off. Nobody else around that we could find." "Shit. How'd that end?"
>"Eh, we managed to get him under control. He was on something, obviously." "Was this in Blaik County?"
>"Nah, Canterlot." "You know, you made it out to be quiet town, but it sure sounds like some shit went down there."
>Dash is quiet for a moment >"Yeah." >Something about his answer seems off >Something you can't place >It was the same tone of voice, just missing something >Missing some energy >You stop writing your report "Uh... you okay?"
>"Huh? What?" "You just seemed kind of... I dunno."
>"Never been better, dude." >He pauses, and then taps the side of the computer >"Hey, you done with that shit yet? I'm hungry, I want something to eat." RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
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Pastebin for those who wanted it:
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>>31592124 >"So I'm thinking we hit up that sandwich shop over on Daisy Street." >You shrug "Yeah, alright."
>"You ever been there?" "I've been here like, three days. I've had canned soup, and those cheap subs from Walmart."
>"Oh my God, dude, it's so good. They've got like... everything." >Sandwhiches >Sure, why not >You hadn't had anything to eat since early this morning >Like, four in the morning early >And then you'd lost most of your meager breakfast on the side of the highway "Honestly, I'd eat just about anything right now."
...
>"So what'd I tell ya'? Pretty good, right?" >You take another bite of your reuben >It was good, but the way Dash had built things up... >You're beginning to suspect your FTO may have a tendency to exaggerate things a bit "It's alright."
>"Alright? Pff. Man, you wouldn't know quality food if it jumped up and bit you in the ass." >Dash crumples up the paper used to wrap his sandwhich and stuffs it into the bag it came with, and checks his watch >"Hurry up, dude." >You swallow "Hurry up? We've been here fifteen minutes."
>"You are eating like... super slow. I'm don't want to sit here all day waiting." RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31597515 >You know, Dash isn't aweful >He's really not >But he is started to grate on your nerves just a bit >He's like that one friend you like just fine, but you can only take so much of >Only you two aren't friends >And you're pushing eight hours with him >'Only four more to go', you tell yourself >Begrudgingly, you finish off your sandwhich in three large bites >"Well, it's about time." >The two of you stand up from the booth you were sharing and toss away your trash before making your way to your cruiser outside >After barely twenty minutes of break, you're back on the road again >Dash takes you on a quick route out of the city, and onto one of the state's four-highways running through the county >Traffic was fairly heavy, >"This highway connects to the interstate about twenty-five miles that way. The posted limits fifty-five, but people come off the interstate doing seventy-five, eighty miles an hour, and never slow down. There's a bunch of back roads that connect, and most of them don't have stoplights, so we'll see some pretty bad t-bone crashes out here." "So, are we doing traffic enforcement?"
>Dash nods >"We're not too busy right now, and the sergeant is expecting everyone to run at least some traffic enforcement today. I'd rather not have him on my ass about it." >You look out your right window as you slowly pass a car >The driver is an old, steely haired woman, who appears to be giving considerable concentration to the act of driving >You doubt she even realizes you're there, the way she's rigidly staring down the road >A flash of silver above her shoulder catches your eye >It's the metal tongue of her seat belt "Hey, Dash?"
>"Sup?" >You point RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31597521 "That lady isn't wearing her seatbelt."
>You almost feel like a child, telling on the kid in class who's chewing gum >But Dash just nods >"Good eye." >He gently applies pressure to the break >Her car steadily creeps ahead of you >Once it's clear, Dash brings the cruiser into the right lane >"You think she'll survive if we pit her?" >A look of horror flashes across your face, eliciting a short laugh from Dash >"Kidding, dude. Lighten up." >... >Dammit, Dash >He hits the lights >You see the break lights of the car in front of you illuminate in response >She's probably just now noticing you >Your cars slow together and pull onto the right shoulder >"Six-delta-twenty to Blaik County, show us stopped with a light-gray Lincoln Town Car, license plate number charlie-echo-whiskey-seven-six-two." >"Ten-four." >"Alright..." >Dash gestures to the car >"This is your show." "Right."
>You step out, intending to execute the classic driver-side approach >You walk around the rear of your vehicle >Dash is out now, resting casually against his door, observing you >"Hey, looks like I taught you something." >You ignore him and continue your approach >Stopping just behind the woman's shoulder, you assume an interview stance, with your left side bladed towards her, hands crossed in front of your abdomen, right elbow resting on the handle of your gun RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31597525 >Her window rolls down, and she stares at you through a pair of very thick glasses >"What seems to be the problem, Officer?" "Good afternoon ma'am, I'm Officer Mous with the Blaik County Police. The reason I've stopped you is because I noticed you don't have your seatbelt on."
>Her eyes go wide >It's almost comical, watching how big they become behind her powerful glasses >She pulls the belt across her chest and connects it >"Oh... I'm sorry, Officer, I hope I haven't caused anyone any trouble." >You smile politely "No trouble, ma'am, we just want to make sure you're safe, especially with all the snow. Can I see your drivers license and registration, please?"
>"Oh yes... yes, I have them somewhere in here." >Slowly, she fishes around looking for the requested documents >So far, so good, Anon >"I have them right here." >She holds them up, and you reach in to grab them >And you clamp down with a death grip as a roar erupts behind you, and a blast of wind tears at your hair and jacket >Your head snaps around >Some douchebag in a diseled up truck had passed within feet of you, probably travelling well above the limit "Piece of shit..."
>Your eyes go wide and your lips press tight >You look at the old woman who you just swore in front of >She smiles back at you, giving no indication she'd even heard RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31597532 >You let out a heavy breath and quickly recompose yourself "Thank you ma'am. I'll run these and get them right back to you."
>Fuck getting hit by traffic, you turn around and keep an eye on the oncoming vehicles as you make your way back to your car >Dash, meanwhile, is giving you a disapproving look >Yeah, whatever man >Totally my fault I almost got whacked by that truck >Once back in your cruiser, you run her information >It's all valid, no wants, no warrants >You get back out, make your way around your vehicle, and back to the one you have stopped "Okay, ma'am, your information came back good, and I'm just writing you a warning for the seatbelt."
>You hand her license and registration back >"Oh, thank you, Officer." "Have a safe day."
>She pulls away and you return to your vehicle >Time to see what crawled up Dash's butt >"Okay, so..." >He pulls the door shut behind him >"Where'd you fuck up?" RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31597536 >What, is he pissed you didn't write her a ticket? "I dunno."
>"You turned your back on the suspect vehicle." >... >Oh "Well, yeah. But I was trying to watch the oncoming traffic, because it seemed like a bigger threat than some old woman."
>He nods >"Yeah, I saw you had a close call. Thought about pulling out and chasing that guy down, actually. But you remember what I said this morning about repitition?" "Yeah."
>"It's these small, basic officer safety things that get people killed. You knew traffic was bad, you should have done a passenger side approach. And just because someone's old doesn't mean they're not a threat. Shitty people grow up too. Don't trust anyone, Anon, not even me." >He puts the cruiser in drive and pulls out onto the highway >"So, let's find someone else and run that again." >He smirks >"You might even manage to pull it off right, this time." Anonymous
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>>31482902 holy shit i havent seen this place in eons
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I get the impression we have like 3 people trying desperately to keep this thread from dying
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>>31599951 We're on page three, hopefully kek will keep this afloat
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>>31600092 It looks like we were doing pretty decent in the beginning, I wonder where everyone went
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>>31597539 >"I think you're actually getting the hang of this." >You shut the car door behind you, completing yet another traffic stop >Dash pulls off the shoulder and smirks confidently >"Who's the best FTO ever?" >You don't dignify that with a response >Just a couple hours left on your shift >You're really ready for this day to be over >After wiping your runny nose on a napkin left over from lunch, you start writing your report >"Don't start slacking on those just because you've written a thousand of the damn things. Any one of these could end up in court, and if you've written a shitty narrative you'll look like a jackass and it'll destroy your credibility with the jury." >He probably speaks from experience >You sigh, trying to bring yourself under control >The last thing you need is to build up animosity with the guy who's supervising your field training >It's just... >Dash doesn't make himself easy to like >Which wasn't to say you felt like he was working against you, or not on your side >You had no doubt that if you needed help, he'd be there to back you up >But he'd also lord it over you and point out how badly you fucked up >Which, granted, was kind of his job >But he seemed to get a lot of amsusement out of it >You finish writing your report, and save it >It was a short one >Just a pretty straightforward speeding ticket "Done."
>"Man, what that makes what? Seven, eight?" "Yeah, sounds about right."
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>>31602701 "Are we gonna' try for some more?"
>"Nah, I'm about sick of chasing down speeders on this one stretch of highway. Besides, we'll get plenty of time to practice traffic enforcement later." >He turns off the highway onto a narrow, two lane road "Where're we going?"
>"We're gonna' change things up a bit and check the backroads." >Backroads was right >A dense wall of evergreens grew on either side of the road, in some places their branches stretching out above you >The yellow paint of the center line was faded and barely visible >The pavement wasn't especially well done either, and you could feel wheels of your cruiser rolling over imperfections in the blacktop >It was the very epitome of the road less traveled by >And yet, it was strangely soothing >Captivating, in a way >The snow in the trees >The dark-gray clouds above you >"Sometimes I'll come out and just drive these roads." >You look over at Dash >His eyes widen just a bit >You get the feeling that was *a lot* more detail than he'd planned on sharing >Quickly, he continues >"Because you never know what you're going to run into out here. Motorists who need help, people moving drugs around, all sorts of stuff." "Does anyone live out this way?"
>"Yeah, there's a few bubba-redneck types in trailer homes. A couple small neighborhoods. It's pretty undeveloped for the most part, though." >You cruise along a few miles without ecountering a single other vehicle >Shit, this place was the middle of fucking nowhere >You begin to approach a y in the road, where a second small street running at a forty-five degree angle merges with yours >All of a sudden, an old, white Explorer comes tearing down that road and pulls out in front of you, where he promptly slows way down, presumably after seeing your police car >You guess he had been going about ten over the limit RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31602706 >Nothing especially serious >You're ready to dismiss it, but Dash gently elbows you >"Hey, what's wrong with this picture?" >You look the car over >Like you noted before, it's an older model Explorer, probably from the mid or late nineties >The rear bumper is crumpled in a few places >There's a crack in the rear windshield >The left tail light has a split in the plastic, though both are in working order >Rust is evident in quite a few places >And the car is in desperate need of a new paint job >Nothing you can see that's illegal, though "Uh... he's got a shitty car?"
>Dash shakes his head >"Look at that brand-new, overbuilt suspension." >You look again >It's suble, but sure enough, Dash is right >"That doesn't match the rest of that car." "Okay.'
>You're waiting to see where he goes with this >"So, what do you think? Guns, drugs, or money?" "Sorry?"
>"You think he's transporting guns, drugs, or money?" >You shake your head "I dunno."
>Dash reaches up and hits the lights >The car in front of you takes off >"Six-delta-twenty to Blaik County, ten-eighty in progress, Northbound on Pinegrove Road." >The radio beeps three times >"Ten-four. All unit, clear the air, six-delta-twenty is in pursuit." >"Suspect vehicle is a white Ford Explorer, license romeo-delta-papa-six-one-six." RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31602713 >Dash tosses you the radio's microphone >"Here, you keep 'em updated. Look for street signs, turns, all that." >You nod >This had taken an unexpected turn >Not for the first time today, your mind was left playing catch-up >The road ahead was coming to a T >The car you're chasing makes a sharp left >Dash brings your vehicle to a stop, clears both directions, and chases after it "Left on Green Settlement Road."
>The engine roars as you race to cover lost ground >This is really not the place you'd pick for a pursuit >The road is narrow and winding, and you're approaching sixty miles an hour >Still though, you have to give Dash credit where it's due >He really knows his way around a car >Or he seems to, at least >You hope >Your quarry attempts another turn, this time to the right >His rear wheels loose traction, the car spins, hits the shoulder, flips once completly and comes to rest right-side-up, with the passenger door pinned against a thick pine tree >Dash brings your vehicle to a complete stop and snatches the radio back >"Suspect vehicle is ten-fifty at the intersection of Green Settlement and Thompson, possible injures." >He bails out of the cruiser, drawing his gun and charging towards the crashed Explorer >You're right behind him >Dash brings his pistol to bear on the driver >"Hands on the dash! Get your hands on the dash!" >Man, that's a great quote to take without context >The driver complies, spreading his hands on the dashboard >"Don't you fuckin' reach down!" >For your part, you're content to let Dash give the orders >"Anon, I'm gonna' have him step out. When he does, I want you to cuff him. I've got you covered. Ready?" >You nod "Good to go."
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>>31602722 >He reaches for the handle and pulls the door open >"Get out! Get on the ground!" >Slowly, the dazed man steps out and collapses into the snow >"Hands on top of your head." >You holster your Glock 31 and grab your first set of cuffs off your belt >Kneeling, you fasten one cuff to one wrist, and then bring both behind his back to secure the other >"Six-delta-twenty, one in custody, roll us a 10-52 and a wrecker." >Dash sticks his gun back in his own holster, and lets out a sigh' >He slaps you on the shoulder >"Not bad." ***
>"Yo, Anon, check it out!" >Dash was waving you over to the rear of the vehicle >Two backup units and a fire engine had arrived on scene, the driver was sitting in the ambulance, and the wrecker you had called for was still en route >Hopefully, whatever Dash has to show you is worth all the trouble >You walk over to him >... >Oh, shit >Yeah, that's probably what you'd call 'worth it' >The trunk of the car is laden down is packaged white powder, and an assortment of weapons of varying type and configuration >Dash reaches in with a gloved hand and pulls out a Hi-Point C9 >"Look at this fine, American firearm." >He sets it back down "Damn. It looks like you were right."
>"Pff. Of course I'm right." "So, who do you think this guy's with?"
>Dash shrugs >"Ehh, that's question for the narcotics guys. I'm just happy we got 'em." RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31602727 >You hear boots crunching snow as George walks up >"So, the EMTs are sayin' this guy needs a stay in the hospital." >Dash groans >"Oh, that's good. I'll arrange for the guys coming on shift to provide security." >He begins walking badk towards your cruiser >You move to follow, but George reaches out and touches your shoulder >"Hey, Anon." "Yeah, what's up?"
>"Me and some of the guys are heading out to the bar once we clear off shift. You're welcome to join us." "Oh, really? Cool, man, thanks."
>"So, I can expect to see you there?" >You think it over >You're kind of tired, and you've got work in the morning >But it seems like a pretty good way to meet some of your colleagues >And you can't imagine turning down the offer would make a great impression "Yeah, I'll be there."
>"Cool. We'll meet up in the station break room." >A thought occurs to you "Is Dash going to be there?"
>"You can invite him if you want, but I wouldn't expect him to show. Like I said, he's kind of a loner outside of work." >The wrecker pulls up on scene, and George starts back towards his car >"I'll see you around five-thirty, five-forty-five Anonymous
>>31602731 Liking the updates and enjoying the pacing. Interested to see how the night out drinking will turn out.
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>>31603570 It's good to see people are still liking it, feedback is always appreciated.
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Can someone bump me in the face with a bat so I finally start writing?
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>>31482902 >Reverse Trap-Tomboy Spoonfeed me
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>>31604955 Same concept as traps, except it’s girls pretending to be boys instead of boys pretending to be girls. The tomboy thing is pretty self explanatory
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>>31605291 Can be one of those things or both so it stays fun
>>31602731 Nice update, one of the better greens I've seen in a while, but what's a y in the road?
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>>31605357 So, imagine you've got a straight line, in this case a road. Then a second line branches out from Line A at about 45 degrees or so. Looking down from above, it would look something like a y, or in the case of that scene an upside-down y. There might be a proper term for this, but if I'm not familiar with it I figured most other people probably wouldn't be either, and just calling it a 'y' would be easier to visualize.
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>>31604916 If you need motivation, getting a second story running would probably help this thread out a lot
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>>31605450 It's basically a fork in the road, where one 'fork' lies along the same path as the initial fork trunk
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>>31605967 Basically, yes. The silver arrow is Anon/Dash, and the white arrow is the vehicle they chased.
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>>31602731 >After twelve long hours, your first shift was winding down >You and Dash were smoothly cruising along >The clouds had thinned and the setting sun was poking through, casting a gentle orange glow >With a sigh, you relax in your seat >You'd written some tickets, ran a few calls, and caught a drug trafficker >Overall, not too bad as far as first days go >You'd certainly had worse >As you draw nearer to the station, something Dash said earlier tugs at your mind "Hey, Dash?"
>"Yeah?" "What did you mean when you said I shouldn't trust you?"
>"Oh, that?" >He chuckles >"That's something my old FTO said to me. Listen, in this job you're going to have *a lot* of people lying to you. Shit, I've had some guy try and tell me his coke belonged to his mother. But it's not just stuff like that, ya' know? Like, if I tell you I think a gun is clear when I hand it to you, and it turns out it's not..." >He shrugs >"I guess the lesson is, you don't just take someone's word for it. You look at the facts, what you know, you check it out, and you make your own decision." >A few minutes pass by in silence "So, George invited me out for some drinks after work."
>Dash leans in closer to you, grinning >"Ooh, you two lovebirds hit it off?" >You huff and ignore that comment "He said you're welcome to come, if I wanted to invite you."
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>>31608373 >You see something behind his eyes, though you're not sure what >You wait for a reply, but Dash isn't talking "So, what? Are you coming?"
>Dash's mouth opens and he breathes in to answer, but then stops and his jaw snaps together again >For the first time since you've met him, he really looks unsure of himself >He smiles awkwardly and scratches behind his ear >"No, man, I've got stuff to do tonight. I'll be busy." "Okay."
>You doubt his story, but you're not going to press the issue >If this is how Dash acts every time someone invites him somewhere, you understand his reputation for keeping to himself ***
>At five-thirty you step into the station's break room, after grabbing a change of cloths from your car >George is there, along with three other men you don't know >Not that that meant much - you only know him and Dash >But they do look vaguely familiar >You probably saw them all in the squad room this morning >George greets you >"Hey, Anon, good to see you show up." >You flash a mock smug-grin "Hey, it's *always* good to see me show up."
>This prompts a rough cackle from one of the officers >"Aw, shit. Dash is already rubbin' off on him." >George glances around >"Oh, speaking of, I don't see him. Did you invite him?" "Yeah, but he said he was busy. And he was kind of weird about it, too."
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>>31608377 >Another officer holds up his index finger >"One time. We got him to show up exactly once, when we played baseball against the fire department. He's weird, but lemme tell ya' - that dude can *run*." >He sniggers >"Damn hose-draggers couldn't catch him once." "Oh, yeah, I think he said something about exercising on his down time."
>George glances at his watch >"Well, hey, we should get going. Anon, We'll get you acquainted on the way." >The five of you shuffle out of the break room and make your way towards the front entrance >"Oh, by the way, I don't know if I mentioned it..." "Yeah?"
>He clasps your shoulder >"New guy DDs." >... >"You bastard." >The group breaks into frenzied guffaw ***
>The bar was about a five minute drive from the station >It was dimly illuminated >Noisy >The wooden floor was scuffed and gouged from years of wear >And the whole place smelled like fried food >George walks up to you, holding a glass containing a dark amber liquid and grinning like a madman >"Hey, Anon. You, uh, you havin' fun?" >Your deadpan expression sends him into a fit of giggles, and he taps a finger against your bottle >"You celebrating today's victory with a nice root beer?" >You lift your bottle to your lips and take a sip of the sweet, bubbly liquid >He has a seat at your table, with the three others following close behind RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31608384 >"So, man..." >You try to remember the name of the one speaking >Duke, you think >Duke, something >Mustang? >It was something horsey >"Tell us about riding with Dash." >You set down your soda "Well, he's not terrible..."
>"Yeah, but he's not great either, right?" >You think back to this morning >Back to when you found that dead body >And how Dash pulled you off the side of that highway >You start to feel some discomfort worm its way into your chest >I mean, you're not in love with the guy >But it still doesn't feel quite right to shit talk him behind his back like this "Nah, Dash is... Dash is good."
>One of the other officers, you don't really remember his name, lets out a huff >"Yeah, well don't let him hear that. That shit'll go right to his head." >Duke groans >"Oh my God, you're right." >He turns to you >"The man's in love with himself." >"What, no way -" >It was a different officer >Kevin, you think >You didn't catch his last name >"- you see how he sits around all mopey and shit, right? The guy's whacked." >He looks left and right, as if checking to make sure Dash isn't around, and leans in >"Look, I got a friend who says he saw 'em with a tampon one day." >"What? You're bullshitting, how would he even see that?" RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31608389 >Kevin waves his hands as he trys to explain >"It fell out of his pocket!" >You try and come up with an explanation "Well, you can use tampons to plug bullet wounds. Maybe that's it?"
>"No, no, listen, because when my buddy asked about it he got all weird." >"Weird?" >George takes a sip of his drink >"What's weird?" >"I dunno, man... *weird*! Like, he tried to play it off cool, but something was up. My buddy swears it's true." >"Ahh, your buddies full of shit." >"No, man!" >Kevin looks directly at you >"You need to keep an eye out, if you're gonna' be spending all that time with him." >George steps in >"Okay, enough talk about work. Duke, I heard you rebuilt the engine on that old seventy-one Camero." >"Oh, yeah man..." >The rest of the night passes as a loud blur >That was certainly some unexpected information you'd recieved about Dash >Though to be fair, a 'my buddy swears' story told by a police officer who'd had a few shots... >Not exactly the most reliable source of information >One by one, you drop off your coworkers at their homes until only George remains, occupying the front passenger seat >You pull up to his apartment complex RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31608393 "Alright, this is your stop."
>He pats your shoulder >"Thanks, man." >He reaches for the door, and hesitates >"Hey, listen. Don't let anything the guys said give you a bad impression of Dash. I know him a little better than most of the guys on shift, and yeah he's weird, but he's still a good guy." "Yeah, I'll be sure not to do that. Have a good night."
>"See ya' around." >He exits your car and makes his way inside the building >You begin the drive back to your own apartment, when you notice something's off >It takes you a second to realize >It's quiet >You're alone >All day, you'd been riding with or talking to someone >And now, it's just you >You relax in the silence as you pull up to your building and park your car >Finally, you'll get a little bit of time for yourself Anonymous
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Merry Christmas everyone! Hope it was/is good, honestly seeing this thread live this long and someone still writing in it is a Christmas miracle unto itself.
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I was in the mood to write yesterday and did a short thing.>You are Anon, and you’re currently watching your bro beat that one boss in that one video game you simply never could finish yourself. >It’s not like you’re outright bad at it, it’s just that he’s that much better. >"You see how he’s charging up like that?" he asks, his vision fixed on the monitor. >"You always gotta go to the side on that one or he’ll fuck you up." >You signal your understanding, watching Rainbow move like he instructed and dodge the attack. >"See?" >Taking his eyes away from the screen for a moment to flash you a toothy grin, your friend nods excitedly before proceeding to make beating the boss look like something only an absolute klutz would ever have any trouble with. >The fucker is already down to a quarter of his health without Rainbow breaking a sweat, and it’ll only be so long now before the finishing blow is dealt. >"And that..." >Another hit connects, sapping more of the enemy’s bar. >"...is that," Rainbow finishes while dishing out the last bit of damage, the boss dropping to the floor in a flurry of animated blood and colorfully glittering particles. >The two of you sit in silence, watching the cutscene following the victory, Rainbow grinning proudly with the controller sitting in his lap. >"What would you do without me, dude?" he speaks up after the movie ends, triumphantly handing the pad back to you. >What would you do without him? >Although you haven’t known him for that long, he’s easily one of the best friends you’ve ever had, never once disappointing or abandoning you. >There’s been more than one hasty last-minute call, with you frantically searching for assistance in sporting events, tabletop RPGs, video games or - on some occasions - love advice. >And he’s answered, without fail, every single time.
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>>31609972 >It doesn’t hurt that he’s pretty quick at picking up new things and that he seems genuinely interested in making sure you pull through whatever it is you’re facing. >Something about the two of you just clicks. >You try to repay him as often as you can, but there are precious few instances allowing you to. >Somehow you always seem to end up on the receiving end of the relationship. >He’s also—to your mild annoyance—pretty popular with the girls. >For a guy, the female portion of the ecosystem seems unusually willing to include him in their social circle, to the point where he spends a lot of his breaks and spare time grouped with chicks. >Lucky fucker. >Maybe it’s because he’s sporting a slightly more feminine build, with your friend being a bit shorter and less bulky than most other guys, or maybe he’s just that charismatic. >Whatever it is though, he does share the wealth, putting in good words and opening doors for you wherever he can. >Your last two relationships—although ultimately doomed to fail—you’ve managed to land on the back of his recommendations. >"Hey!" your friend snaps his fingers in front of your face. >"You okay? You’re not thinking about killing yourself because you suck at video games, are you?" "I was thinking more along the lines of murder-suicide," you quickly retort.
"Can’t leave anyone knowing my secret alive, right?"
>Rainbow nods thoughtfully, one of his hands on his chin. >"Yeah, you’ve got a point. Wanna do it right now?" >The two of you giggle like idiots while you mime cutting into him with an imaginary sword, the betrayed champion doing his part and falling over on his back in beautifully acted-out anguish. >Proceeding to stab yourself in the gut, you fall down on top of him, tragically ending the tale of Rainbow and Anonymous with Shakespeare-like impact. >You both play dead for a bit, with only the feeling of each other’s breathing assuring you that you’re still with each other. Anonymous
>>31609975 >Untangling yourselves before long, you cancel the bodily contact lest the rising levels of homoeroticism cross an invisible threshold. >You manage to separate before the singularity is reached, meaning you don’t have to buy all-new sets of colorful clothing and skintight jeans. >Rainbow’s face is a little more flushed than yours, but he probably just doesn’t know the rules. >"Alright," he continues after sitting up straight and pulling down his ridden-up sweatshirt, covering his slightly pronounced abs, "what now? Want to continue the game?" "Eh, maybe later. I don’t even remember the story right now; it’s been so long."
>Rainbow nods. >"The game did come out a while ago. You really need to work on finishing these things quicker, you know." "It’s come out two months ago, Rainbow. That’s not that long."
>"It is if you take into account all the new shit that came out," Rainbow argues defiantly, starting to count off game titles on his fingers. >"It’s October, for crying out loud." >As if struck by electricity, your friend suddenly jerks forward. >"Which reminds me!" >He digs around his back pocket for a moment before handing you a crumpled-up notepad page, some barely readable, hastily scribbled-on words on top of it. >"I did some digging and it turns out"—he pauses for a second, flashing you a bright grin underscored with a smarmy eyebrow wiggle—"that Flitter’s birthday is coming up in two weeks." >He points to the paper, where a date and an address are written down. >"She said it’d be cool for you to come to her party as my plus one!" "Fuck, really!?"
>Strands of his hair bobbing with the motion, he nods. >"And I also found out that she’d really, really like the new album of this band here as a gift." >He points to the names of what you assume are a pop group and an accompanying album title further down on the paper. >"You should be able to get it in just about any record store." "I’ve never even heard of them, man."
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>>31609976 >"Eh, I think it’s some fangirl shit, you know? You’d think the age of gaudy boy bands is over, but—apparently—you’d be wrong." >He shrugs grinningly. >"Or at least as far as Flitter’s concerned. Trust me; you show up with this thing gift-wrapped in your hand and she won’t let you leave without at least a hug and a kiss on the cheek. What else do you want me to do, screw her for you?" >Rainbow chuckles at his own joke, proud of the completeness of his reconnaissance, before you catch him in the tightest hug you’re comfortable giving a bro. >"H-hey, stop it, dude. I know I’m making this easy for you but there’s no reason to become gay over it, right?" >Ignoring his squirming, you continue the hug. >He timidly returns the gesture after a bit, closing his arms around your back and squeezing lightly. "Thank you, Rainbow; I really mean it," you search his eyes after finally letting go.
"I couldn’t ask for a better friend."
>"Yeah, yeah," he waves you off, his cheeks red. >"Don’t sweat it, alright? Just... just be sure not to waste the opportunity this time." >You’re not exactly an expert at reading subtext, but you do pick up on the note of wistfulness in your friend’s voice, as well as his awkward glance to the side. >Taking a few seconds before speaking up again, you look between Rainbow and the piece of paper with the coordinates to heaven on it. "So why don’t you have a go at her then?"
>"Huh?" "Why don’t you get her the gift, if it’s as foolproof as you say it is? Fuck me; I don’t want to impose on this if you’ve had designs on her or something. I mean you’re as single as me right now and I owe you more than I’d like to remember already."
>You try to hand him back the paper. "Here, you do it."
>Rainbow tries to grin, but you can see there’s something else in his expression. >"No way, dude!" he shoves your hand away. >"I would never try to stand in your way on this. Flitter’s really..." >He struggles to find the words, his shoulders dropping. Anonymous
>>31609982 >"...she’s just really not my type is all," he finishes lamely. >Rainbow suddenly takes your hand in his, pushing it closed around the paper with renewed vigor. >"Just take it with all my goodwill, alright?" >You nod, not able to stop yourself from noticing how soft you friend’s hands are on yours, the slender fingers gently wrapped around your fist. >"Fuck, sorry!" Rainbow quickly stammers after realizing what he did, pulling back with a sheepish grin. >"N-no homo, right?" "Right..."
>The two of you continue with the video game afterwards, progressing through the levels in relative silence. >It’s not an uncomfortable one, but it does feel like something’s changed. >Why wouldn’t he want to go after the girl himself? >What is his type, if not her? >Come to think of it, you don’t remember him ever having a girlfriend while you’ve known him. >And you can’t really think of a reason why any guy would want to pass on Flitter, the girl with the reputation of being very, VERY accommodating towards any sort of advances made in her direction. >It’s not that she’s a slut, but she does seem to be... grateful. >And she’s also pretty experienced, probably. >Fuck. >You’re suddenly getting nervous about this. >Even though this wouldn’t be your first time playing in the big leagues, the notion of having to—both figuratively and literally—please a girl as seasoned as her does have something scary about it. "Hey, are you sure I’ll be fine?" you break your friend’s concentration, your voice coming out much quieter than you’d planed for it to.
>"Hm?" he turns to look at you. "I mean we both know that Flitter is not exactly new to the dating world, right? What if I can’t, you know, keep up with her expectations?"
>Rainbow blinks at you a couple of times, the magenta of his eyes sparkling. >"Seriously? That’s your concern?" "Fuck you," you quickly bark, seeing the shadow of a smile playing on his lips.
"It’s not like I want to get nervous about this shit."
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>>31609987 >Your panicked attempts at rationalization only manage to amuse your friend further, with the boy quickly having to hide his laughter behind his hand. >"Bwahahaha... I... I never thought I’d see the day that you—of all people—are getting your panties in a twist over some girl, Anonymous. Seriously." >Feeling the blush creeping into your cheeks, you try to argue. "Come on, you know it’s been a while. I can’t exactly practice for this."
>Rainbow is laughing without any attempt at hiding it now, wiping tears out of the corners of his eyes. >"You mean you can’t?" he manages to get out, pumping his balled fist in a crude gesture. >"I’ll help you if you want." >You sit silently, waiting for Rainbow to calm down. "Finished?" you mockingly ask after he’s managed to catch himself a bit, still wiping the wetness from his eyes.
>"Ah, sorry, Anon. You’re just really adorable sometimes." >Not the description you’d want to hear about yourself from your bro, but you’ll take it, you guess. >"But seriously, what the fuck do you have to be scared about, huh? Just do what you do and sweep her off her feet. You know how it goes." "Making it sound like I’m some sort of pickup artist, dude."
>"No, no," he shakes his head, "but you know what I mean. You understand how to get a girl’s heart to beat faster. Just... just be yourself, she’d be lucky to have that, I’m positive." >Rainbow pauses for a second, apparently lost in thought before he realizes his silence and quickly continues. >"And if she can’t appreciate that, fuck her! There’s enough where she came from, right?" "I don’t know, RD, I’m starting to think I’d better find a keeper sooner rather than later."
>"Don’t worry, man," Rainbow grins proudly, "there’s at least one more chick I’m keeping warm for you. She’s a little bit shy about it though, so you can’t meet her yet." "Really? Who?"
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>>31609990 >"Nah, dude. I don’t think you’re quite ready for her. Just go impress Flitter and see if she’s the one! I wish you all the luck in the world." >You hug your friend again, less forceful, although for some reason he seems more eager to return the gesture this time, holding you tightly for a few seconds. >"From the bottom of my heart." >You and Rainbow continue to joke about Flitter and her past accomplishments for a while, which really does quite a bit for calming you down, the nervousness from before already seeming silly in retrospect. "Do you think I should shave?"
>"Huh?" your friend musters your chin. >"I mean, yeah. Maybe leave a bit of a stubble like right now, right? It looks good; chicks dig that stuff." "Not what I meant," you chuckle, unconsciously touching your face.
"Do you think I should shave, you know, down below?"
>It takes a moment—and you pointing towards your crotch with a suggestive expression—for Rainbow to catch your drift. >"Come again!? Is that stuff to ask your bro about now?" he hisses, his face flushed with embarrassment. "It’s exactly the stuff you ask a bro about, yes," you snap back.
"Who am I going to talk to, my mom?"
>Although he chuckles at your joke, Rainbow remains unconvinced. >"No way am I talking about this with you!" >He crosses his arms in front of his chest, cheeks pink. "Come on, just tell me if you groom down there."
>Truth be told, it’d be fine not to talk about this if Rainbow is uncomfortable, but something about his reaction just makes you want to tease him a bit more. >"I’m not!" "You’re not grooming or you’re not telling?"
>"I’m not telling!" "So you do shave?"
>"So what!? Gah, why are you such an asshole sometimes?" >Laughing, you press on, enjoying an increasingly flustered and wildly gesturing Rainbow Dash. "So what do you do, just shave it all?"
>"Fuck off!" Anonymous
>>31609995 "Or do you just trim it a bit? Because that’s what I’ve been doing, but now I’m not so sure. Maybe someone like Flitter expects the whole works."
>Rainbow is silent, pointedly trying not to look at you. "Help me out here, will you?"
>He sighs after a few more seconds, grumbling under his breath while still staring at the wall. "Pardon?"
>"...I shave it, okay?!" he barks, his magenta eyes finding yours again, embarrassment clearly written on his face. "All of it?"
>You should probably stop, but seeing the usually unshakable boy out of his depth for once is proving to be quite the spectacle. >He’s almost cute in his squirming. >"I leave a small strip of trimmed hair." "Wait, what?"
>"What?" "You have a landing strip?"
>It’s your turn to be caught off guard now. "For real?"
>Realizing what he just told you with wide eyes, Rainbow clams up, turning away from you again. "Dude, you’ve GOT to show me!"
>"WHAT?!" >You can see the panic in his eyes, his anguish too delicious for you not to capitalize on it. "Yeah, come on! Just pull down your shorts a bit and show me. Does the carpet match the drapes?"
>You point to his multicolored hair, prompting an almost feminine squeak from your friend. >"Ah... You..." >He’s bright red and not getting the words out. >Nice. >Now for the killing blow. >With played mania you get closer to him, reaching for the waistband of his shorts, not—of course—to actually pull them off, but to just give the boy one last impulse and push him to his breaking point. >He actually is cute, entirely overwhelmed and subject to your teasing. >"N-no please, Anon!" he squeaks, his voice cracking while he scoots away from you. >"Stop fucking around." >You keep up the role of the molester, grabbing for him again, enjoying the panic in his eyes. "Show me your pubes, Rainbow!" you growl with feigned lust in your voice.
"Be a bro!"
>You somehow end up on top of him, your friend panting below you with tears glistening at the corner of his eyes. Anonymous
>>31610001 >"Anon, I..." >You’re just about to decide you’ve had enough, when Rainbow’s expression suddenly changes, switching from scared to angry, a resolute scowl forming on his face. >He pushes you off of him with a surprising amount of force, quickly getting on his feet and standing in front of you. >He looks close to tears, his thumbs hooked into the elastic of his shorts. >He wouldn’t... >"Fine!" he barks, his voice hoarse. >"You wanna see my pubes, here you go!" "Fuck, Rainbow, wait! I was just messing with you!"
>You’re about to grab for his hands to stop this self-inflicted madness, but Rainbow is quicker, yanking down his shorts to his knees. >You blink. >He’s wearing... panties? >They’re light pink, the kind that are made to closely hug to your skin, with a small blue ribbon at the front. >You don’t even fully register the round softness of his thighs. "Are you wearing p-"
>You don’t get to finish before Rainbow completes his dare, repeating the motion and pulling down his underwear. "..."
>You’re pretty sure your jaw is moving, but no words come out of your mouth. >You’re stuck looking between your friend’s face—his cheeks red-hot with blood and his magenta eyes glistening—and his crotch. >His defiant expression only adds to your confusion. "...the fuck?" you manage to mumble after a few solid seconds of staring, trying to fill the painful void until your hindbrain manages to catch up.
>Like described, a small, carefully manicured strip of pubic hair greets you from below his panties, matching the polychromatic sheen of the hair on his head. >Below, a soft pair of lips is hiding between his thighs. "Y-you’re a girl?"
>"Of course I’m a fucking girl, you dumb fuck!" Rainbow snaps almost immediately. >"How many more hints do you need?" "I... no... what?"
>"Jesus Christ, Anon, how daft are you." >You blink at your friend, muttering. "You’re a girl?" you reiterate.
>"Yes!" "And no one knows?"
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>>31610010 >"You’re the ONLY ONE who doesn’t know, you retard! It’s not like I tried to hide it or anything, you just assumed I was a guy from the get-go and I didn’t have the balls to clear it up." "You don’t have any balls, you know," you point out as if on slapstick-autopilot, earning yourself a grunt and a hit you almost manage to dodge from the embarrassed girl.
>"No shit! Here!" she lifts her sweatshirt, exposing two small, perky breasts below. >"I’ve got tits!" >She spins around, bending forward slightly, pushing out two incredibly well-defined butt cheeks. >"I’ve got an ass! And a snatch!" she finishes after turning again, pointing provocatively towards her crotch. >Rainbow is getting more and more riled-up, her embarrassment from standing in front of you with her privates exposed quickly changing into what looks like angry excitement. >"How did you not notice? We slept in the same tent on our camping trip and I was practically naked right next to you! Do you know how many people I had to tell we aren’t dating in the past? We hang out so much we should be lovers!" >She catches herself, angrily panting down at you, waiting for your defense. >You’re dead in the water, hopelessly trying to come up with anything to say. "I’m... sorry."
>"You’re fucking right you’re sorry," Rainbow picks up again, although less accusing and more demanding this time, tears forming in her eyes again, making them sparkle ominously. >"Don’t even think about dropping my ass, now that you know!" >It all starts making sense now, her feminine build, her popularity with the girls, her refusing to go to the beach with you. "Fuck me..." you mumble.
>"Well," Rainbow manages to chuckle, sheepishly pointing to your crotch, "you do have a boner." "You’ve been showing me your pussy for the past five minutes, what do you expect to happen?"
>Before you can further defend yourself, Rainbow peels off her shorts and panties all the way and drops to her knees, straddling you. Anonymous
>>31610013 >"This," she breathes before grabbing a hold of your face and planting a kiss on your lips. >You instinctively give in to it, melting into the heat and softness of your best friend’s mouth, her tongue aggressively searching for yours. >Your hands find their way to her ass, lightly squeezing her cheeks and eliciting a cute moan from the girl. >The two of you keep exploring each other: you while still sorting through mildly confusing emotions about your friend, and her with the force of what you can only assume is months’ worth of held-back feelings. >Your lips separate, allowing both of you to gasp for air. >"You better believe this means we’re not going to that slut’s party, you hear?" Rainbow pants. "And what about that other girl you said you had for me?"
>"I think you’re just about ready to meet her," she grins before starting to kiss you again. --------------------------------------------------------------
And that's it.
Again, I wish you all happy holidays.
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>>31610027 Yeah, that was pretty good. First one in this thread that's actually been written all the way through, at least.
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>>31610027 The ending seemed a bit abrupt, I would have liked to see a bit more buildup before RDs reveal. Maybe talking more about Anon being nervous about being with Flitter, or just about being with a girl in general.
Or him asking RD what girls like, with RD being forced to describe, or at least imagine, what SHE likes while playing it off.
Basically things that would lead to increasing sexual tension/frustration up to the breaking point.
Could have also explored Anon being a bit confused at RDs reaction or even finding them cute/attractive and wondering/worrying if he is gay.
Other than that I liked it. Added bonus of being finished in one go.
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Merry Christmas, anons!
>>31608401 Enjoyed the update! Loving the tid bits and hints throughout it about Dash.
>>31610027 Thank for the story! It was cute. It’s kinda nice to have a short one to break up the long ones every now and again.
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>>31608401 >Your alarm tears you out of your sleep >Groaning, you sit up in your bed and mash your clocks button "Ugh..."
>Four o'clock came a lot faster than you'd hoped for >Taking a moment to mentally prepare yourself, you slide out of bed and head for your bathroom >Shit >Shower >Shave >There's your three morning essentials taken care of >You pull on one of your uniforms and strap on your duty belt >After fiddling with the belt keepers a bit, you've got everything attached nice and comfortable >A quick inspection of your cupboard reveals your rather limited options "Soup it is..."
>Sighing, you select a plastic tub of chicken-noodle and set it in the microwave >You really need to go shopping >At least you've got plenty of coffee >Grabbing the pot that had been on auto-brew, you fill up your thermos >The microwave beeps, and you grab the travel-cup of soup >A meal fit for a king >Thermos in one hand, your meager breakfast in the other, you make out to the elevator >The man working the lobby of your building barely looks up as you pass him >The cold bites at your face as you step outside and head for your car >Day two >Here we go ***
>You find the squad room with no trouble this time >Dash is sitting in the back of the room >He looks irritated again, though it doesn't seem to be directed towards anything or anyone >Maybe he just looks like that in the morning RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31614356 >You yawn, still feeling the weight of sleep tugging at your eyes >Frankly, you can't say you blame him >"Hey, look who came back for round two." >You take the seat next to George "Yeah, I've got like twenty more years of this before I can retire."
>"You could be like that one dude who quit after his first day." "What?"
>"Oh yeah. Got through his first shift just fine, and he never shows up again. We're all standin' around like 'where's the new guy' - found out a few weeks later he just quit." "Oh, damn."
>"Yep. Had to pay back the cost of his training to the department." "That can't be cheap."
>The sergeant enters the room, clutching a stack of manilla folders, and checks everyones name off his roster >"Okay, good morning everyone. Welcome back, once again, to the zero-five-hundred to seventeen-hundred shift. Today, police presence in the downtown areas is going to be a big thing, in addition to running our normal patrols. So at any given time we'll have a few units semi-stationary, focusing on one area. So -" >He slaps the folders down on the table >"- every unit needs to grab one of these and read over what's inside, because there's info about locations, timelines, basically everything you need to make this go smooth and painless. So, as always, if you need to contact me, you can do so by radio or phone." >You stand up along with everyone else and grab a radio from the charging bank >Dash picks up a file folder, and you meet by the door leading to the car park >He pushes through the door and you follow >"Alright..." >He gestures towards your Interceptor Utility >"You know the drill. Same as yesterday." >Yeah, nice to see you too, Dash RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31614360 >You slide into the driver's seat, check the lights and sirens, and walk around the back to the car to the passenger side >You and Dash take your seats, and he opens the folder to check the instructions >"Oh fuck yeah, we've got that 'downtown presence' thing from nine to one, and it's right in the middle of all these shops and restaurants. Dude, we can do whatever we want for lunch." >Well, at least there was something that could cheer him up >You make note of that >If Dash is every pissy, maybe you can feed him something to get him off your ass >"Six-delta-twenty to Blaik County, we're ten-eight from the station." ...
"So, Dash, how was your stuff?"
>He cocks an eyebrow >"What?" >You repeat yourself "Your stuff, how was it?"
>Dash squints at you >"Dude, I've got no clue what the hell you're talking about." "You know, the stuff you had to do last night? The stuff that you were gonna' be busy with?"
>His eyes widen >"Oh, that stuff. Uh... yeah, it was good." >You smirk, just a bit >His lie is really transparent "Yeah? It was good stuff?"
>"Look, man, is there something you're trying to say?" "You know, if you don't want to go somewhere with someone you can just say you're not interested, right? If you come up with a story about how you're busy, it's kinda' off-putting."
>You meant that with the best of intentions >The rest of the squad didn't seem to have an especially high opinion of Dash, but you figured maybe that could be overcome if he'd just act a little more... normal >Dash, however, does not appreciate your efforts >"Oh wow, maybe." >His voice dripped with venom >"Or maybe you shut the fuck up and mind your own business!" RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31614363 >Yeah, that went well >Not really sure what to say, you shut the fuck up and mind your own business, staring out the windsheild >An incredibly tense minute passes >Then you hear Dash sigh heavily >"Okay, look dude... I'm sorry. I shouldn't've snapped at you like that." >He pauses >"And I guess you're right, it'd be better to just be honest. It's just... I really don't want to talk about it." "Oh, no, it's okay. You clearly didn't want to talk about it, I shouldn't have pressed you. So, uh... I'm sorry."
>Dash is looking a little better >"Yeah, well... you should be. Buy me lunch and we'll call it good." >You frown >Dash was pushing his luck a little >But in the interest of maintaining peace, you decide you can afford to make a concession "I'll buy you coffee. A *medium* coffee."
>The trace of a smile plays on his lips >"Good enough." >Other than that, the morning passes with relative ease and it isn't long before the two of you find yourselves sitting in a parking lot, observing a long strip of small shops that lined the streets >Decorative lights hung from the light-posts, and candy-cane banners were strung along the tops of the stores >Crowds of people moved up and down the sidewalk, in and out of stores >Even for a cold day, it didn't look so bad >You watch a small family of three walk hand-in-hand past your patrol car "Hey Dash?"
>He looks at you "Do you want to have kids?"
>He stares at you >"What?" >You jerk your thumb towards the family "You think you'd ever want kids?"
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>>31614370 >He seems to relax a bit >"Oh. I dunno. I'm not really the lovey, nurturing kinda' person, ya' know?" >You could certainly agree with that >"And I gotta' think about the job, and how all that time off would set me back..." "Oh, so you're the kinda' guy that would take off from work to help with the kid, huh?"
>That was actually a surprising bit of news >Dash, however, seemed more confused than anything >"What? Of course I'd... oh. I mean... yeah! Of course I'd take off to help raise the kid." >You're not sure what about that could have been unclear to him, but hey... "Good for you, man. I'm sure some lucky lady'll be really happy to hear that. Or... you know, some lucky guy."
>He glowers at you >You shrug "Hey, I'm not judgey."
>"Anon?" "Yeah?"
>"Stop talking." ***
>And that was how most days went with Dash >For each day you were on shift >For the next three weeks >And that wasn't to say there wasn't any instruction going on >Dash certainly did his job as an FTO >But in the time you spend together, the two of you got to know eachother >Or at the very least, understand eachother >Dash's smug, brash attitude... >That' just him >It' part of the way he socializes >While it certainly had the propensity to be annoying, he didn't *really* mean anything by it >It wasn't a close friendship >Not exactly >It was more of awkward companionship >One forged through your equally awkward conversations >Never outside of work though, that doesn't change >Eventually, you just accept it >Things are going steady RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31614377 >So steady, in fact, that it's getting boringly routine >And as you sit in the squad room on Christmas day, day one of the night shift, your first thought is that you've done this a few times >"Good evening, everyone." >The sergeant enters the room, wearing a Santa hat >Totally deadpan in the face of the sniggers he received >"Happy holidays, merry Christmas, whatever you prefer. It's that time again - we've swapped times with the other shift. So, welcome to the seventeen-hundred to zero-five-hundred shift. Special concerns for tonight: obviously it's Christmas, so drinking, domestic issues, unlawfully discharging firearms within the city limits, noise complaints, parties. And we've got a lot of people out of town tonight, so break-ins, if you see someone that looks out of place don't be afraid to challenge that person and ask what they're doing." >He sets down his clipboard >"So, guys, since nobody on the street is going to say it to you, I really appreciate you comin' out and working tonight, even though you don't really have a choice. I understand a lot of you have family and friends you'd rather be seeing, but nights like tonight are when someone's gotta' be there to maintain order. So, with that, have a good night." ***
>"Six-delta-twenty to Blaik County, we're ten-eight from the station." "Oh my God, it's gotten cold."
>You direct the heat from the air vents onto yourself >"Uh, yeah. It's winter, dude." "I'm from the southern part of the state, it doesn't get this cold there. It's like ten, fifteen degrees colder up here than what I'm used to."
>You raise your thermos of coffee to your lips, eager for a drink of the hot beverage >The vehicle lurches, slowing just enough throw the liquid in the thermos forward, away from your waiting lips >You try it again, and are met with the same result >Dammit, Dash, what're you breaking for, there's nothing out here >Once more you go in for a sip, and you suck in nothing but air >You look at Dash "Stop."
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>>31614380 >He returns your gaze with a blank expression >"What?" "You keep breaking."
>"Yeah I'm breaking, I'm driving a car." >His expression remains unchanged >You're not buying it "Every time I try to take a sip, you slow the car so down my coffee..."
>Unsure of how to vocalize it, you repeatedly stab forward with your finger to indicate the movement of your drink >Dash nods his head slowly >"I'm uh... making your coffee do *that*, huh?" "It's inertia, you dip!"
>"Right. Well, I'm sorry." >He goes back to staring out the windshield >You squint at Dash for a few moments >He might be telling the truth >Cautiously, you raise your thermos up to your mouth >He breaks "You bitch!"
>Dash's composure shatters, and he howles rough laughter >"Oh my God, Anon!" >Tears of laughter roll from his eyes >He does a poor imitation of your voice >"Oh no, I can't drink my coffee." >He mimes you, jabbing his index finger forward >"Oh no, what's happening?" >Dash goes back to choking on laughter "Are you done?"
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>>31614386 >You feel your mouth tighten into a grin >Then you chuckle >Then you join right in with Dash's cackle >He's got a surprisingly girly laugh >It's rough, and grainy >But it still has a distinct, feminine squeal >The laughter winds down >"Oh my God, that was good." "Okay, it was a litle funny."
>"A little? That's the best joke you'll see all night. Brought to you by yours truly." >He glances at the cruisers clock >"Oh, speaking of night, let's go grab some dinner." "Now?"
>"Yeah, now." >He points to the radio >"Things are quiet now, they won't stay that way for long." "We'll just get hungry later on and have to eat again."
>"I'm okay with that." "How do you eat so much and not get fat?"
>He shrugs and turns down a road leading into the city ***
>You sigh upon seeing Dash's choice "Oh good, sandwhiches."
>"Don't be such a bitch. You can pick where we eat later." "Which is the meal I *don't* want to have."
>Dash is already out of the cruiser, and not listening >With a groan, you unbuckle and follow him inside >The two of you are standing in line, when you hear a female voice sound off behind you >"Well, well, well. Rainbow Dash." RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
>>31614389 >The two of you turn and come face-to-face with an orange-haired woman who looked to be about Dash's age >Dash's eyes shot open wide, and she sucked in a sharp breath >"Spitfire." >The woman, Spitfire, shot an arm around Dash's shoulder and squeezed him into a side-hug >You had never seen Dash look so uncertain before >So out of his element >His eyes kept shifting between you and Spitfire >"How long's it been, girl? Five, six years?" >Wait, what? >Had you heard that right? >"Uhm... yeah." >Dash was looking at you now, rising panic evident on his face >"So, you're still doing the cop thing, huh? The new, *responsible* Dash?" >Spitfire speaks to you now >"Don't let her fool ya', she and I used to raise all kinds of hell." >She looks back at Dash >"Anyway, great seeing ya'. Hit me up if you're ever in Canterlot." >She releases Dash from her grasp and goes back to her table >Dash locks eyes with you for a moment, and heads for the door >"Let's go." "But we haven't ordered yet!"
>"I'm not hungry." >Without checking to see if you're following, Dash plows through the doors and heads back to the cruiser >You glance around the room and spot Spitfire "Hey, you!"
>She freezes >That had come out with a little more force than you intended "You called Dash a she."
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>>31614395 >She pauses, and narrows her eyes at you >"You do know what a girl is, right?" "What? Yes, I know what a girl is."
>"Okay... so can I leave?" >Without a word you wave her on >This is a lot to take in >Slowly, you make your way out to the patrol car >The tinted glass makes it hard to see, but you think you can make out a silhouette of someone slumped forward >You open the passenger door, and slide inside >Dash is there, with... *her* head resting against the steering wheel "Dash..."
>She rotates her head just enough to look at you >There's tears welling up in her eyes >She looks away again "Dash, it's okay."
>She rounds on you suddenly >"No it's not!" >Tears are flowing freely now, and her voice is a couple octaves higher than normal >"It's not okay! It's... I can't..." >She burries her face in her hands and turns away from you >You can hear her sobbing softly, but you don't know what to do >So you just stay quiet >Eventually her sobs fade, but she remains faced away >"Anon?" "Yes?"
>"Whatever you do, you can't tell anyone. You have to promise you won't tell anyone." "I won't. Your secret's safe."
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>>31614402 Aaaand, here's your Christmas update. It's 1:22 when I'm posting this, but it's still Christmas day over on the west coast so I think it counts. And it was still Christmas day when I started writing.
There was a bit of a time-jump, but I felt like it was necessary to get the plot going because I've been at this for more than a week now and we'd barely gotten through the first day.
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>>31613709 Yeah, I hear what you're saying. I didn't want to go the way of Anon questioning his sexuality because I feel it's been done so much. I already felt like the story was pretty close to the blueprints. Also I didn't want to portray Anon as totally inexperienced with girls, but the idea about him asking RD for likes and dislikes is pretty nice actually.
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>>31614418 There's no reason not to accelerate the time a bit. Think of any other novel you read, it's never a matter of starting somewhere and telling everything linearly until you reach the end. It'll get boring way sooner if you just follow the characters around for everything they do.
If I can criticize something: Try to take care not to slip into past tense when it doesn't make sense. Greentexts are usually written in the present, like you are doing, but sometimes you throw in a couple of past tense lines on accident.
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>>31615155 Yeah, I'm used to writing in past-tense, so making the shift to present gave me some trouble. Do you remember where this happened? I'd like to correct it before it goes in the bin.
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>>31615560 Well the instances I can find right now are:
>>31614377 >That was actually a surprising bit of news >Dash, however, seemed more confused than anything >>31614370 >Decorative lights hung from the light-posts, and candy-cane banners were strung along the tops of the stores >Crowds of people moved up and down the sidewalk, in and out of stores >Even for a cold day, it didn't look so bad >>31608389 >It was a different officer >>31608384 >The bar was about a five minute drive from the station >It was dimly illuminated >Noisy >The wooden floor was scuffed and gouged from years of wear >And the whole place smelled like fried food You could argue that the past tense is justified in this last case, although I'd still change it.
It's always a good idea to read through your writing one more time as a whole before posting and check for stuff like this. It also helps catching typos and unstylish word repetitions.
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>>31615560 >>31615731 Oh, yeah, and also a big part of the second-to-last post.
>>31614395 >The two of you turn and come face-to-face with an orange-haired woman who [you shift to past from here on out] looked to be about Dash's age >Dash's eyes shot open wide, and she sucked in a sharp breath >"Spitfire." >The woman, Spitfire, shot an arm around Dash's shoulder and squeezed him into a side-hug >You had never seen Dash look so uncertain before >So out of his element >His eyes kept shifting between you and Spitfire >"How long's it been, girl? Five, six years?" >Wait, what? >Had you heard that right? >"Uhm... yeah." >Dash was looking at you now, rising panic evident on his face [back to present from here] RubberBuckshot !Ly7MRw0CGU
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>>31615750 Okay, thanks. Most of that was actually intentional. I think my logic was "This is happens, this is how it looked", but if I'm having to explain it then it's probably a poor choice.
That last bit was just me fucking up, though, I really don't know how I missed that.
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>>31614402 You know, not to be that guy but isn't it a bit far-fetched than a police officer could get away with hiding her gender from her colleagues? I'm pretty sure at least her sergeant has seen her application form or something where she had to state her gender. Granted, she could have an agreement with him, but aren't things like "Who are you allowed to pat down" and "Who do you partner with" and stuff also determined by gender?
I know it's inconsequential for the story, just wanted to point it out.
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>>31615991 So, yeah. You're actually right, it'd be pretty damn difficult. I skirted around this by having Dash never explicitly state she was male, it was just implied. Though there's really no reason a shift supervisor would see an application form, unless he was also involved with the hiring process. For officer-safety, there's no requirement to have someone of the same gender perform a pat-down, it's just preferred. If it's a stop in the field, you could argue that patting down a suspect of the opposite gender was necessary. Once you're in the jail, you could just pawn it off onto someone else. Gender doesn't really have any bearing on who you can partner with.
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>>31616053 And depending on the internal politics of the department, if upper leadership is trying to be progressive then there's some incentive to just not say anything if an applicant marks down something other than their biological gender. I'm not saying that was the case here, because I'm deliberately keeping it vague.
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>>31616053 I'd have thought they'd try not do an all-woman team if they can help it, simply for the fact that such a team would be easier to overcome by a male suspect. But then again, there are fat or lanky male officers too. Guess the fact that they have guns eliminates some of the physical requirements.
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>>31616655 >having guns eliminates some of the physical requirements As a britbong with family in both UK and US police forces, that expectation in the American police really annoys me. Mostly because it holds true over there, whilst the only armed UK police are subject to rigourous and ongoing fitness and handling tests.
But then the whole culture of policing is different, and female officers here typically have a better average in ability for the British style. As well as frequent physical tests, walking instead of cruisers and expected banter towards fat officers.
The fastest way to understand brit police is to look at the 9 Principles by Peel, watch Hotfuzz and read a Terry Pratchet discworld book in the nightwatch series.
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>>31616655 You don't normally see two girls partnered together, but that's more because the majority of police officers are male. Using a firearm to overcome physical limitations can be justified, within reason.
>>31617398 That expectation is a little more fiction than fact, frankly. I can't really speak to the quality of UK law enforcement, since I don't have any experience with them, but keep in mind that it's not just differences in the culture of policing, it's two totally different countries. There's good reason for police in the U.S. to be armed.
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In that case of lack of content, and the potential of losing the thread how’d everybody’s Christmas go?
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>>31623120 Mine was pretty good. As for the lack of content, there's an update in the works as we speak, so expect some green later tonight.
