#RESF

[skybrushus]

Lyra signaled and then turned right off of Sea Stallion Drive in my Royal Equestria Security Forces (RESF) dreamscape. Bon Bon routinely checked the car's navigation system and watched through car's window right side window as the character of the city change before her eyes.

As they drove away from main downtown thoroughfare of Ft. Trotterdale they left behind swanky shops, upscale restaurants, and fashionable new apartments and townhouses tailored to the young business executives. Just a couple blocks further and they were passing through older working class neighborhoods. Beyond them lay the older apartments, shops, cafes, and dormitories that surrounded the university. Journeying further brought them into a vast sprawling maze of light industrial, truck yards,warehouses, and eventually the commercial docks of the city. It was around 7pm but being it was summertime there was still a far bit light in the sky as Celestia had not entirely relinquished her reign for the day.

There final destination was small, dingy, two-story office building that was probably 60 years old and hadn't seen a fresh coat of paint in 20. Decades of diesel smoke, factory emission, tropical sun, rain, and general neglect had left the building's exterior color rather indeterminate.

Normally during the day this area was abuzz with activity, but it was the early evening on a Friday and most businesses, and their workers, were now closed and vacated. Only one window at their destination showed any light and possible occupancy. Lyra pulled around to the back employee parking area. Letting the car coast to lessen the rumble of its V8. There was only one other vehicle parked in the covered parking area. Bon Bon squinted at license plate on the squat, subcompact. Like the building it was parked under, Ft. Trotterdale's climate had not been kind to its. Faded red paint, speckles of rust on the body panels, and sun bleached plastic trim told the story of its daily toils.

Bon Bon checked a note on her phone and looked at the license plate again. "Yep. That's Fast Talk's current car. Lyra shut the engine off looked over at her partner. "Well now that we've found him lets pay him a visit. What passes for the cleaning service isn't suppose to show up until 9pm. That should give us a chance to have a nice chat with him!"

As they exited the vehicle Bon Bon reached down under the back seat and pulled out short barrel, 12ga, pump-action shotgun from its locking, concealed rack. Calling it a sawed off would disrespectful of the care that had gone into modifying and customizing it. Quietly her and Lyra closed the car's doors. As they did the car's paint scheme seemed to shimmer for just an instant as the vehicle's security wards activated.

Both were amused to find that the physical lock and the supposed security wards for Employees Only stairwell were inactive. Before entering the stairwell both mares pulled their RESF badges out and hung them from their belts. Then each they donned a pair of wraparound glasses that shimmered as several wards on them went live.

They'd dealt with Fast Talk numerous times and the stallion was mostly bluster. However some of the company he associated with were another matter. So out of an abundance of caution Bon Bon went first. Slowly and quietly she ascended the stairs while keeping the shotgun in a low ready position. At the top of the stairway a fluorescent light fixture flickered spastically. Carefully the earth pony peeked around the corner and let her eyes sweep over the hallway. The glasses showed no signs of camouflaged individuals or wards. Although the door knob of office in question did sparkled with a low grade form of ward. Bon Bon used her right hand to make series of signals to Lyra.

Thumbs up. Hallway is clear. Cupping her hand and making a series rotating motions followed by a wiggling of the fingers. Door is closed. Probably locked. Is warded.

The two mares softly treaded up to the door. From under it a thin sliver of light leaked out and the muffled sounds of a radio broadcasting some sporting event could be heard coming from within. Lyra knelt down next to the door knob and gently placed a one-use paper ward breaker on the door next to the knob. The mint green unicorn thumbed the safety off of her pistol and looked up at Bon Bon who carefully pushed the cross bolt safety off on her shotgun. Then the earth pony nodded her head.

Lyra's horn glowed softly and a slim force wall appeared in front of her. Then for a second her horn flared as it triggered the ward breaker. In an instant the both mares heard sharp, loud CRACK as the ward on the door and the physical lock broke. Before the sound had even subsided Lyra had turned the door knob and was heading into the office with Bon Bon bringing up the rear. Sitting behind a battered office desk and looking up suddenly from some paperwork was a wiry, slightly feral looking earth pony stallion. His left hand quickly moved toward but then moved even quicker away from the battered .41 magnum revolver sitting on top of the desk when he saw the muzzle of the 12ga pointed at him. Slowly he raised both his hands with the palms out.

Lyra quickly swept the corners of the room with her 9mm before snatching the revolver off the desk. Through all of this the muzzle of Bon Bon's 12ga never wavered from the stallion's chest. Lyra dropped her force wall and then used her horn to close the door to office behind them. Then she used her horn to magically pull all of the drawers open except one that was locked. Coming around the desk the unicorn did a quick visual inspection. Satisfied she smiled and finally addressed the stallion who'd remained silent through all of this.

"Fast Talk! Buddy! How have you been! We've been looking all over for you!"

The dappled violet stallion kept his hands up as he smiled weakly at her. "Um. Ladies! Good evening! What an unexpected surprise! I didn't expect to be meeting you tonight!"

Bon Bon lowered the shotgun muzzle but returned it to the low ready position. "Well now you have." The ivory white mare grumbled.

The stallion giggled nervously.

[dvnieldraws]

mreow

[shannonsketches]

"Vegeta's never around when you need him" I beg—

HM??

I beg your mcfucking pardon, who—??

whose trope is that?

Whose whole thing is not being around when you need him?

Whose hero trait is showing up at the last possible second??

Say it into the microphone for me?

[kerizaret]

EXCUSE ME??

[ravenlikesbooks]

hey boss can i get a refund. or a replacement body. yeah i think this one's broken. you did a shitty job on it try again

[dress-up-tataru]

can i be honest. i never understood why the tumblrinas go feral for hozier but it turns out the songs they passed around were his worst ones

[m1lkt00th]

i cant stop thinking about that pizza boy. i get physically sick if i dwell on him for too long

[fijiitt]

is it just me or are there times where one of your back molars get sharper on one of the points and just stabs the underside of your tongue and its annoying/borderline painful for a week before it just one day decides to not. be painful anymore??? It just straight up dissipates

and then not even two months later it happens all over again

[shannonsketches]

the most petty i can be is hoping they fully remake DBS based on the manga and featuring Toya/Toriyama's WifeGuy DadCore Vegeta dude I know the r/fans will rage quit

I remember seeing someone on reddit saying toya's dragon ball was 'bad fanfiction' and 'what was toriyama thinking hiring this guy' like there aren't interviews in every volume of toya and tori talking about Toriyama mentoring Toyatarou and editing and revising and approving and loudly gleefully loving his work

but it's not even petty because the manga's amazing and I would genuinely love to see the daima team reboot the anime about it

[yellowgnomeboots]

@eilooxara I need to know your thoughts on this if you have any

[skybrushus]

The old zebra stallion pulled the sandwich off the grill and in one quick motion placed it on a sheet of white paper. In my Royal Equestria Security Forces (RESF) dreamscape. Then in a blur of speed that came from doing this task thousands of times he wrapped it up. Picking up a knife he sliced the paper and sandwich diagonally in one quick motion. Then wrapped another sheet of paper around it and tossed it into a waiting brown paper bag. Spinning around he grabbed a metal scoop and proceeded to fill it with some onion rings that had just come out of the fryer. He poured them into a broad mouth paper cup. He tossed them into the bag with the sandwich and a little sealed tub of ketchup and a handful of napkins. With excellent timing his wife had just finished fill a large paper cup with lemonade. She placed the cup next to the bag. Grabbing both items zebra stallion handed them across the battered stainless steel counter to Two Tone.

     "Here you go! One pepper jack grilled cheese sandwich with garlic shrimp and caramelized onions, your side of onion rings, and a large lemonade! Enjoy your meal! ORDER 26 YOU'RE NEXT!" The grill owner yelled over the sound of other orders being cooked, folks talking and placing orders, and the tinny sound of Calypso music blaring out of cheap speakers hanging on the walls of the restaurant. Two Tone walked to her bike and sat down on it. With a grace that came from doing this many, many time she unpacked her meal on top of her bike. She grabbed one half of her sandwich and took big chomp out of it. Then proceeded to rapidly suck air into her mouth as it protested to having molten cheese and sizzling grilled shrimp and suddenly occupy it. The mare grabbed her ice cold lemonade and proceeded to quench the heat with a big gulp of the liquid. With a burned mouth averted the zebra continued to enjoy her dinner. She snatched an onion ring and plunged it into the ketchup.

     It was an early Thursday evening and a surprisingly pleasant breeze was blowing in off the ocean and cooling down Ft. Trotterdale from its sweltering afternoon. Because of that many a pony was taking advantage of the pleasant weather to enjoy the evening. Zenek's Beachside Grill had been apart of the Ft. Trotterdale scene for almost 40 years. So it was usually so crowded that finding a table to eat at was impossible. Since this a favorite's of Two Tone's she'd developed the skill of eating on her bike. But this evening, just finding a parking spot had been a challenge. Numerous vehicles slowly circled the parking lot hoping to snag a slot when somepony left. Sometimes they drop off a passenger to get in line and put in an order.

     Although Two Tone had a deadline that was coming up for the completion. She was grateful that Chrysalis had ordered her to take a couple of days off. Her majesty had even contacted her later and told her that these days off didn't count toward Two Tone's fortnight deadline to get the 25% bonus for completing the job on time.

     TwoTone had just devoured her sandwich and was in the process of polishing off her onion rings when she felt her phone vibrate. Pulling it out of leather jacket she recognized the number as being one of the numbers Chrysalis used. Curious she opened the text message.

     Are you available tomorrow evening from around 8pm to 11pm?

    The zebra typed out a reply. I can be. What's up? Where do we need to meet?

     A few seconds later a reply appeared on her screen. Are you familiar with the Moonlight Club?

     Two Tone froze. She knew of the Moonlight Club. It was a very,very ritzy, upscale night club that was frequented by the elite and wealthy of the Ft. Trotterdale. After a second she replied. Uh, yes I know of it and where it is. Why?

     Almost immediately another text message dropped into the zebra's inbox. There's a charity art auction being held there tomorrow night to benefit the Ft. Trotterdale Music Center. My alias Glimmering Gems, is very involved in the local art and music scene, and while my security detail will be with me of course it's awkward and raises questions if I attend alone. I had another partner lined up for the tomorrow night, but business will be keeping them out of town for the next few days. So. Would you do me a favor and be my guest tomorrow night?

     Two Tone stared at the screen for about a minute before cautiously typing a reply.Why not ask one of your damn drones to go with you in disguise. The zebra thought for a moment. Are you asking me out on a date? Be warned I don't have anything fucking appropriate to wear to such an event? Two Tone received an answer very quickly.

     It is true I could instruct one of them to accompany me, but between just you and me most of them are hardly well prepared for an evening of staring at art. Am I asking you out on a date. There was a brief pause. Only if you want it to be. The zebra imagined a mischievous twinkle in the queen's eyes as she typed that last reply. On the matter of you not having appropriate wardrobe for the event that can be addressed. The queen replied. In fact you could probably benefit from a trip to the salon/spa. Tell you what. I'll send one of my drivers over tomorrow around 9am to pick you up. I can arrange for measurement to be taken at that time. I know some ponies that can put something together at the drop of hat!

     Two Tone had serious doubts that she was any better qualified than a changeling to stare at a bunch of damn art, but once her majesty had gotten an idea in her head she could be very stubborn about it. The zebra imagined the changeling staring intently back at her through the screen. After a moment Two Tone sighed and typed her reply. Yeah sure. Why not. I have nothing else planned.

     Excellent! Flashed on her screen. See you tomorrow! Have a good night.

     Two Tone took a long sip on her lemonade before muttering to nopony.

     "Well shit. This is going to be different."

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[wolfertinger]

I find it kind've strange that Salem feels the need to define grooming but not even give context as to why. He didn't even give like a full, solid definition. Grooming doesn't have to start out solely sexual. It can gradually get to that point by first gaining trust in non-sexual ways. I'm not accusing Salem of grooming, but why did he feel the need to bring up that 16 year old? Who by the way, is Twitter user MuhNamesGreen (CallMeGreen) who Salem allowed to follow his Twitter account when he was still drawing over-sexualized furries and allowed this 16 year old to dm him off-site on Discord to ask for advice on how to get away with posting NSFW online. Which here in this screenshot, he admits to venting to that teenager? I didn't even know about that, that's weird to vent to a vulnerable teen who looked up to you as a 19 year old. They even made callout posts in eachother and agreed to follow eachother again right after it blew over. This is after Salem's gotten called out MULTIPLE times for taking 18+ out of his bio and not blocking minors after he changed his account for all ages to 18+. He kept taking it out of his bio, interacting with minors, following them, and retweeting fanart from them despite the sexual content he made.

Is this grooming? Maybe not, but what he repeatedly did was wrong. Interacting with people under 18 on an account not meant for them, encouraging it, being told over and over again by DIFFERENT USERS to cut it out, apologizing, rinse and repeat. He didn't learn, and is now trying to use that to his advantage that he "didn't technically" groom someone else, yet he got groomed...at 19 years old? Am I resfing this correctly, or does he mean a past experience? If I read this correctly, how were you, at an adult age, being groomed? Manipulated would make more sense maybe, but groomed?

He brings up that situation to deflect that he was grooming someone, but then turns it into how he's a victim instead. That's so fucking strange.

If we want to get technical, I think showing minors sexual art and allowing them on your privates/vent accounts and opening your NSFW to them isn't exactly grooming but it is VERY MUCH SO crossing boundaries you shouldn't cross.

I don't care that you age regress, that's not an excuse. Age regression has nothing to do with this.

So yes Salem, you were an adult. I'm sorry you can't accept that but that's nobody's problem but yours. It sucks that you can no longer get away with things you could as a teen, but okay? We all have to grow up.

Old phone screenshots I was too lazy to crop under the first picture of his "apology" for the situation, moreso to cover his own ass than anything else. He doesn't care about anyone but himself.

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[carby]

carby carby you reblogged a post. from a tumblr user. carby youre carby you caryby carby didnt you resf the carby carby

[bigtitsbambi]

omg doss bambi sneak a couole more drinks or no hehehehe also bambis smoking too hehe

[maddestmewmew]

OK I WROTE THE FIRST DRAFT OF THE. LESBIAN ZOMBIE GROCERY STORE STORY WHO WANTS TO RESF IT KEEP IN MIND OTS THE FIRST!! DRAFT

[moradadabeleza]

krystina stimakovits

WC_13_lo-resF - 2 block hand printed woodcut

on Japanese paper