Ophelia Jupiter

(I realized I didn't have a blog intro pinned like most blogs do - and most of my own blogs for that matter lol - and while I did make one ages ago it's both outdated and so buried even I can't find it lol, so I decided to just make a new one)

Hello! I'm Ophelia Jupiter. I'm 26, my pronouns are she/her and he/him, my birthday is October 8th, and my favorite color is black, neon green being a close second.

My main fandoms are Bioshock, Outlast, FNAF, Batman, WoW and MLP. My blog is home to both the Posts from the Carnivale OUAW AU (or I was, I stopped being a part of the fandom a while ago) and the MLP Broodmother Virus AU, both of which you can send asks about, as well as anything else that comes to mind!

My favorite holiday is Halloween, my favorite genre is Horror, and most, if not all, of the fiction I write connects back to horror in some way shape or form. I write lots of fanfics, mostly about OUAW but some other stuff too, and my favorite band is a tie between Ice Nine Kills and Creature Feature.

There aren't a lot of rules to this blog, but there's one major one: no NSFW stuff. Ever. Don't DM me it, don't send me pics of it, don't ask about it, just no. No. There'll be a sex joke here and there, especially when the Baron's around, but seriously, I mean it, no NSFW.

Beyond that though, ask questions, send fan art, or just say hi OCly! I love my followers and love getting new ones - and I'm actually almost to 100 followers! Woo! :D so yeah, come on in!

//Ah yes, they are! I haven't figured out just yet when they'll come back into the story, but yes, they are XD.

//Don't worry, she's alive! Buuuuut she is being taken care of by Dr. Ruby Heels, which is the disguise Chrysalis is using so, that's a bit unfortunate.

At least she'll be have Shining Armor

(Or whatever his king form is name of)

//Holy crap that's a great name for her. Ah, but sadly not.

//Before the princesses hid out in Tartarus, they had her executed before she could cocoon, due to the fear of what an alicorn infected would result in, and her Copycats imprisoned in Tartarus - ironically meaning they're now trapped with the consequences of their actions.

//That is probably what'll happen, yeah! Pinkie's still attached to him, even infected, so while she was angry enough to pop his balloon in the first place, she'll at least try to save him.

//Hmm, good question..

//Queen Dragonfly for Rainbow Dash since they're so fast. Lightning Bug would work too, but those are more about light then literal speed.

//Queen Codling for AJ, base on a type of moth whose larva burrow into apples.

//The Copycats are still working on that. They can infect animals just fine, and Spike proved that Dragons work too.

//However, the Gryphons and the rest of the Dragons are too aggressive and heavily guarded for them to make much headway in testing them.

//They attempted to infect Yaks, but while they weren't immune, their DNA caused the larva to grow too big too quickly, resulting in the hosts dying before they were done growing. So they're no longer trying to infect Yaks.

//Firstly, the way you described the first one cracked me up good.

//Secondly, probably said first option. At least the virus comes prepackaged with a sense of happiness and contentment, even if it's forced

//Mostly the same as it was previously;

//Twilight Sparkle: Dead via suicide

//Applejack: Caring for Big Mac and his Copycats in the ruins of Sweet Apple Acres

//Fluttershy: Fully transformed and in Discord's pocket dimension, as well as all of her Copycats, and her infected animals and their Copycats. Discord cares for her night and day, even poofing in survivors for her and the rest to eat.

//Rainbow Dash: Long since dead for rebelling against her infection, her death standing as a symbol of fear, a warning to all others to not deny the mental conditioning the virus brings forth.

//Rarity: Living comfortably in her hive, with her special some-buggy Spike and little sister Sweetiebelle, with both her and the other two being cared for lavishly and lovingly by Rarity's many Copycats, truly living the lives of royalty.

//Living in Ponyville with the Copycats living a...well, normal life is hardly the right way to describe it, but the closest they and the other kids of Ponyville have come to it in quite a while.

//They're fed, kept safe, kept warm, given shelter, even being taught by Cheerilee's Copycats in the school. Of course, the Copycats are doing it so they can infect them all when they grow up, but it's something.

//Yes, yes they did lol. Admittedly they did it because they felt Equestria needed them and they couldn't afford to be lost.

//She's aiding the Copycats, so for the most part going where she's needed. After the explosion of larvae that sent the princesses into hiding in Tartarus and Canterlot's fall, she ran off to somewhere unknown with Flurry Heart in tow.

//Since a good chunk of things is shattered at this point, she doesn't use her Dr. Ruby Heels disguise as much but still does as needed if she grows close to a standing settlement.

//She mostly monitors Dr. Formel DeHyde's work in upgrading the virus now, though no one knows the current status of Flurry Heart.

//I gave a much longer more elaborate answer to this and it didn't fucking save, so short version due to annoyance;

//Oh hi again Rainy! Sorry for the lack of updates lately, so much writing lol.

A hot air balloon glided through the air, as a wide-eyed party pony stood up on his back hooves, panting heavily and gaze darting around in terror and paranoia. His mane was matted with sweat, and his vest splattered in blood, spots of it also left behind with each hoof print.

He took a shaky deep breath, looking over his shoulder towards Ranush. The poor traumatized yak calf was curled up on the floor of the balloon, soaked from horn to hoof in blood, clotting against her fur. The pair had barely survived the poor girl's own birthday party after Pinkie's 'generous' donation of treats had afflicted every yak in Yakistan with the virus, the pair both the only to survive, and the only to remain uninfected.

Cheese's mind was still reeling; he'd been far away from the outbreak, and as such, had no idea what had even happened beyond the obvious. What were those things? Had someone sabotaged Pinkie's sweets? That HAD to be it - there's no way Pinkie would do that, she wouldn't do the things he'd seen.

That's why they were just cresting into Ponyville airspace, to check on Pinkie...but his hopes for aid grew more dashed by the moment, as he looked down at the town below. The town, decimated, the only remaining signs of pony life being fillies and colts, old blood clung to buildings and rotten bodies nearly skeletal scattered about, most chewed at and half-eaten.

His breathing hitched, as tears pooled at the corners of his eyes. "Oh Celestia...P-Pinkie? PINKIE!" He cried out across the clouds, gasping breaths turning into choking sobs as the crumbled ruins of Sugarcube Corner came into full view.

"CHEESIE!" His heart nearly skipped a beat at the sound of a familiar, high-pitched voice shrieking in delight, so loud it nearly tore the thick clouds away all by itself. He gasped. "PINKIE! We're coming!" He frantically pawed at the steering of the balloon, turning it towards of her voice.

"Oh Pinkie, I-I was worried!" He said with an almost desperate chuckle, rubbing the tears from his eyes as the balloon moved closer. But as it crested the clouds and came into full view of Pinkie, his eyes widened, mouth falling agape as his pupils turned to pinpricks.

"What's wrong Cheesie? I missed you!"

She was....ENORMOUS! She sat tall over the trees, looking upon the balloon as if it was little more than a pesky fly - and speaking of flies...she was more insect than pony now. Her once bubbly blue eyes were blood red and segmented, her jaw hung open and jagged, like her jaws themselves had become fangs rather than simply growing ones. She tilted her head, her poofy mane flopping to the side as she did so, now made of a thick viscous fiber rather than hair.

"P...P-Pinkie? W-What in Celestia's name HAPPENED to you?!" Pinkie pouted or at least made the closest she could to a pout with how her face was now structured. "Whattya mean, Cheesie? Aren't I just the prettiest? Hehe! But I bet you'll look even prettier soon!"

Cheese blinked away the tears that flew down his cheeks, backing up from the edge of the balloon. "What are you t-talking about? What's going on?!" Pinkie's gaze turned less cheerful, downright disappointed even. "...You mean you didn't eat your candy? You were supposed to eat your candy! Do you know how long I worked on that gift for you? How are you supposed to be my special some-buggy if you don't EAT?!!"

She shrieked, which was swiftly echoed by dozens more ear-splitting shrieks, making Cheese and Ranush put their hooves to their ears. "PINKIE! PLEASE!" Cheese cried out, falling to his knees as he continued to sob. A sharp tear ripped through the air, and the balloon buckled and swayed, as air rapidly escaped a fresh claw strike across the fabric, blue blurs darting all around the balloon faster than the eye could spot them.

Cheese's heart hammered away against his ribs, as it dawned on him that the balloon would soon be crashed down to the battered soil below. He scrambled to one side of it, towards a saddle bag he just barely grabbed in time before it flew over the side, frantically rifling through it before retrieving a puffy, multicolored sack of some kind.

He pushed it into Ranush's grasp, who shook in pure terror as she stared wide eyed at him. "Ranush, hold on tight to this, okay? The balloon's g-gonna fall, but if you hold onto this, y-you'll be okay!" She blinked, as the balloon continued to sway, air rushing past as it fully began to descend.

"W-What bout yellow pony?" He chuckled sadly, giving her a big hug as his heartbeat kept hammering away. "Don't think about that - just close your eyes and hold on tight." She whimpered, the wood of the balloon's nest cracking under the pressure as the tree speedily approached them. She sobbed, but did as she was asked.

-

When she awoke who knows how long later, she was snugly surrounded by puffy, bright balloons, curled around her protectively, but not so tight that she couldn't breathe. She sniffled, snuggling against the soft party favors as she wept through reddened eyes. Through the rubber, she heard the muffled voice of the party pony nearby, weak and labored, each breath sounding like it was taken through filled lungs.