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@hivexqueen
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Anyone else ever wanna just⌠make pre-established connections between characters without having to RP it out cuz youâre a tired busy adult?
Like just hit each other up with shenanigans and tomfoolery and âthey would totally do thisâ sorta bs.

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IF.YOU.DO.NOT.LIKE.OCâS.THEN.STOP.SAYING.YOURS.ARE.REASONABLE.THAT.IS.NOT.ACCEPTABLE.SOME.PEOPLE.WORK.SUPER.HARD.ON.THEIR.OCâS.AND.I.WILL.NOT.LET.YOU.BE.A.HORRIBLE.PERSON.ABOUT.IT.AT.THEM
@hivexqueenâ liked for a Twilight starter
Times of peace were always a double sword for Twilight, to her at least. She loved that the ponies of Equestria could rest while there was no looming threat to the land, but in the back of her mind she was always cautious and slightly paranoid as to when the next possible attack could be. One could say her mind was a bit off track than normal because of it, and a walk was her way of deciding to fix that.
However, upon a pretty lengthy distance in her walk, something shifted in the corner of her eye, in an alleyway in between houses on the streets of Ponyville. Something about it was off, or she thought it was. Maybe it was her paranoia acting up, but she decided to investigate instead.
Twilight didnât have the best of hearing, but she felt like she was keeping a close distance with whoever, or WHATever it was. Maybe she was making too big of a deal out of this? Maybe if she justâŚ
â â Hello? Is anypony there? â
Ears pin back, posture hunched, It didnât help that she now rivaled the solar goddess in height. In truth she wanted nothing more than to slip away, perhaps a faster mode of teleportation. If her wings were not in such a damaged state. Travelling by hoof had always been more troublesome than sheâd like, pausing as she pushes her stolen products from a few towns away further to the side. However the voice that comes through? Like claws dragging along a stone cell, ears twitching in all directions as she has to reel herself from not cringing, instead an annoyed hiss escapes her.
Turning on her hoof at a momentâs notice as can stare at the corner, giving off the most terrifying sneer she can muster in her horrid state of being. Her damaged wings flaring open in a display of unbridled aggression. Idly analyzing her surroundings she shifts, launching herself past the purple mare to instead scramble the wall, kicking a few bricks down in hopes one would distract her by nearly hitting her. Instead she flares her wings slightly, the aching sensation returns tenfold as she leaps through the misty day, barely able to keep her prey with her as she drops down into another secluded area.
Had those been WINGS? the damn purple uni- Alicorn? Had? Her mind reels with the fact that the darn pony whoâd ruined everything was now a âbelovedâ princess and most likely close on her heels. Instead she ponders while running, whirling around at the last second she rears back on her hooves. Jaws opening wide with an insectoid gurgle produced from her glowing mouth as she slams her hooves down, green magic fritzing out as she snorts.
@fabulouslyrareâ continued
In truth, neither party would benefit from fighting one another. The outfit that Chrysalis had adorned herself with what mere green silk woven fabric that hid most of her body, with a hood that had fallen down. The faint sound of something as her horn glowed only to reveal that she had shed what looked like her hooves exoskeleton of some kind, her new hooves seeming to have faint spikes at the edges. She also seems to have grown, perhaps almost as tall as Celestia.
She lowers her head, mere inches away from the scared unicornâs face as seems to let out a faint huff before raising her head. Casting the glow of her horn to a flickering light that runs along the walls.Â
â...You can use your magic as well you know.â She sneers, a sharp twitch of her head to suggest the other to walk with her. âWeâll both benefit getting out of here, In one piece.âÂ
Me on my third cup of coffee noticing my followers...
âMusic? You mean those god awful vibrations are actually songs?....Horrid.â

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@conflictingshadowsâ continued
âAccepting your fate, to be hated for your sins. Sins you may have committed Sins are forever, yet you can always make up for them can you not?âÂ
Hooves dig against the pathetic pony establishmentâs roads, clinging out of sight she simply could practically see the emotions clinging to the pony as if he were a lamp put out on a moonless night, while yes in her lingering state of instinct, she wanted nothing more than to steal those emotions away. She finds herself more intrigued by his words than anything else, a faint tilting of her head.
âChrysalis, Queen Chrysalis. I am...hated for my sins as well by pony folk. You are the first to...not know me we shall put it. Iâll take confusion over a glowing blast being aimed at me or some...pitchfork.â
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hivexqueenâ:
Mane disheveled, she idly finds herself contemplating if this was worth it. Why else would she have come out of hiding for her subjects, just why had the lunar goddess come for her, the sun goddess would have been perhaps better. Ice was her mortal enemy, Heat was not. Instead she digs her back hooves into the dirt, that cakes and cracks at her touch. The badlands was survival at itâs hardest, barely anything that survived out here wasnât hard and willing to fight tooth and nail. Or in this case, fangs and hooves.Â
She lets out a snort, bits of acidic green blood dripping that drips from her snout, only showing how damaged the queen truly is. Sheâs in no state to fight, the clicking and hisses from her subjects are nearly haunting, theyâre screams of pleading disguised with anger at her current enemy of the hive. Lowering her horn slightly thatâs got more wear on it from her recent battle with a dragon of all things.Â
âA mother defends her own and does whatever it takes to ensure their survival. I will not let you lay horn nor hoof on them for my actions. They only followed me for I am their queen, your kingdom was our chance at survival, So take nightâs form and give me a death at least decent. Or you may talk to me when Iâm not bleeding from several lacerations of something even youâd struggle to fight.â
  âAnd yet when one has proven to you that you are in fact capable of change?â Luna stomps a hoof of her own, ice spreading underneath the show. She shouldnât be this angry. She isnât and yet the temperature in the cave still drops a few degrees. Her mane and tail wave angrily much like a flame. Theyâve expanded beyond their normal bounds to fill up a good portion of the space around her.  She tilts her head, one brow raising.  âDragon, yes? Weâve always tried to talk with them.â Luna wonders then if Chrysalis is mortal. She looks like it. Not that alicorns canât be injured, but the changeling looks worse for wear. She sighs heavily, forcing back the demon that demands they put fangs on Chrysalisâ throat and instead softens the glow of her horn.  âI have no interest in your hive. They are merely following your orders and though they are stupid orders, I will not harm them.â  It takes some effort, but she gets her coat to return to blue.  âI could help you.â It comes out as more of a snap. Nightmare is impatient.  âYou do know you donât have to do this, donât you?â
She has to move her head to refrain from displaying the cringe that automatically encompasses her face, staring to the dainty walls of the cave for a moment that led underground, to a much more reasonable place in her opinion. Instead her ears twitch now and then, seeming more agitated the longer Luna remains within the distance. A click in her mind then registers as she slowly gazes back, her subjects seem to also get the message as they retreat further back. The faint daunting hiss of her own dying in her throat as she shifts on trembling hooves.Â
âHelp me? Your kind is the reason we exist.â She snaps herself, as if sheâs foreign to help, in truth the flash in her eyes and the snarl. It seems much like pure instinct now to snarl and hiss in the face of help. âWe weâre ponies once, then an Alicorn came along and rid us of everything! Do you think we truly chose this, to be made monsters. No, Monsterâs are not born, they are created. And any soul in wounded, tortured and abused evidently would not have time to mourn.â
She finds herself backing away, her two good wings rising slowly while her other two remain flat against her sides, stuck there by her own threading and blood. Her tail swishes as it brushes dirt aside, fangs barely peeking out of her mouth as she steps back more, eyeing the ice that had begun to show. Yet at the same time slowly making her way over the border that if the princess stepped within, would rob her of all her magic. Leaving her as vulnerable as the Queen.Â
"In this review, conducted based on other studies concerning the Changelings, we concluded that there are in fact hypothetically many alternative, more efficient ways the Changeling swarm could acquire love energy as nourishment, achievable now with current methods. Â As it stands, analysis of Changeling psychology suggests their thinking processes are, despite notable differences, like our own, and the only reason they continue their ultimately unsustainable pathway of conquest and harvest is not because they are psychologically unable to see the problems, but because they were forbidden from perceiving so, because because of their Queen and her fellow ruling caste, whose policies in the last few centuries had turned the Changeling society into a culture that lives solely for conquest and harvesting love, because under such policies, it would be them who receive maximum profit. As far as it is concerned, the rest of the swarm is merely a means to that end. At the current state, Changelings cannot have any hope of achieving peaceful co-existence with ponies or any other species, and even if they eventually overrun the entire planet as the 'Manifest Destiny' their culture widely believes dictate, the exhaustion of all other terrestrial sentient species for harvesting would spell extinction for their race. And if they develop a means for sustainable existence, such as theoretically turning all other sentient species into cattle, or branch out into other emotional arcane energies, their civilization would not only pose a threat to our species, but potentially every other race in the known universe who are capable of love. In short, the future survival of the Changeling Swarm, and this planet from the Changeling Swarm, calls for the elimination of the Queen and the ruling caste, and the systematic dismantlement of the current Changeling culture as they had engineered. With much distaste, it could be concluded that there can be no other alternatives until either we, or Queen Chrysalis, are dead."
--- Dr Genus Phyla, PhD in biology and neuro-psychology, and Dr Scroll Lock, PhD in History and Equinopology. Excerpt of "Thesis on the Changeling Swarm", Â by G Phyla et al. Published in the Canterlot Sciences Journal, Vol 5 Issue 17, Year 1005.
"She invaded our capital with her army and humiliated our Princesses, she tried to conquer Equestria, she plans to turn us into brainwashed cattle or drain us into extinction... All these crimes, and she dare call yourself as a victim, a saint? How many more lies must she spin before she realize depths of her sins? How many more lives must she ruin before her thirst for love and power be quenched?" Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
--- Anonymous pony, when asked to comment on Queen Chrysalis' 'They don't love us' statement.

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@hivexqueen said: ââŚIf you are here for revenge, the be done with it quickly. My subjects have suffered enough, take your anger on itâs true aim.â Her weary gaze upon her children, whoâd wanted to defend her, built into their very cores. She however, was not going to allow this despite her weakened state. She stamps a hoof down, horn pitifully glowing. âCOME AT ME THEN!â
The nightmare is loud. Demanding. All teeth and darkness and imagining what it would be like to drive her horn through something solid. Alive not within a dream. As if they hadnât done it before. Luna lets black cover her coat, horn blazing blue. Unlike Twilight, she doesnât believe that friendship can fix everything. That everyone can be redeemed.  âI am not here for revenge, Chrysalis. Youâre not the first to try to take on our kingdom and you wonât be the last.â The alicorn levels her gaze at the other with slitted pupils. Despite her form, she doesnât attack.  âIf you are so willing to die then fine. But I want you to give me a reason why I shouldnât.âÂ
Mane disheveled, she idly finds herself contemplating if this was worth it. Why else would she have come out of hiding for her subjects, just why had the lunar goddess come for her, the sun goddess would have been perhaps better. Ice was her mortal enemy, Heat was not. Instead she digs her back hooves into the dirt, that cakes and cracks at her touch. The badlands was survival at itâs hardest, barely anything that survived out here wasnât hard and willing to fight tooth and nail. Or in this case, fangs and hooves.Â
She lets out a snort, bits of acidic green blood dripping that drips from her snout, only showing how damaged the queen truly is. Sheâs in no state to fight, the clicking and hisses from her subjects are nearly haunting, theyâre screams of pleading disguised with anger at her current enemy of the hive. Lowering her horn slightly thatâs got more wear on it from her recent battle with a dragon of all things.Â
âA mother defends her own and does whatever it takes to ensure their survival. I will not let you lay horn nor hoof on them for my actions. They only followed me for I am their queen, your kingdom was our chance at survival, So take nightâs form and give me a death at least decent. Or you may talk to me when Iâm not bleeding from several lacerations of something even youâd struggle to fight.â
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basically i'm still working and on hiatus and i'm exhausted but i'm also reading books and uhhh. yeah. have some angsty but spicy memes!! basically memes that involve protectiveness and angst and just. a real chance to explore softness and all the emotions. to reverse the roles, just add a + to the end!
[ DROP ] : sender unexpectedly collapses in front of receiver, having suddenly received a serious wound.
[ CARRY ] : having seen the receiver fall to the ground, badly wounded, sender proceeds to scoop them up and carry them to safety.
[ CRADLE ] : sender cradles the injured receiver in their arms as they head for safety.
[ PERSEVERE ] : sender, having received a particularly bad wound, tells receiver they're fine, but ends up collapsing later on.
[ RED ] : having witnessed the receiver get hurt by someone, the sender kills their assailant out of RAGE.
[ PROTECT ] : having witnessed the receiver get hurt by someone, the sender kills their assailant in order to PROTECT them.
[ CHECK-IN ] : after receiver has recovered from their wounds, sender visits them in their sickbed to make sure they're okay.