#leonidues

I think everypony has their secrets.

3/10

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I just hope this won't be the last we see of rotten.

I LOVE playing with Poison Joke scenarios XD A lot of people are super lazy and just do a gender swap or something weird but I try to make it something that particular pony is insecure about or what others might think would be funny to happen to them specifically.

For Spinel, everyone teased him for how many sweets he eats and often comment on it going to his butt. Plus, he was recently in a town where everyone kept calling him ‘long legs’ and he’s always been insecure about how tall he is. 

1. Emphasize Eris’s length! We don’t call draconequi chaos noodles for nothing! If that guy turning into Eris isn’t having his chest and pelvis twisting around as his torso lengthens out, you’re not maximizing the potential!

2. Let that chaotic power run rampant! This is an unfortunate soul becoming the embodiment of chaos! They have nowhere near the years of experience in order to keep those powers in check! Let it run wild- let reality twist in on itself around them! It’s more fun that way!

3. Have Eris emerge from the darkest part of who the victim is. Nothing is juicer than Eris facilitating the darkest desires of the victim, who has to resist simply on moral grounds. Eris should allow the victim to experience things that they could never have done without her. They should be both thrilled and absolutely terrified of that.

4. Have that existence ultimately be damning. I know, it’s weird after everything else I said, but I mean... it’s what I find sexy and interesting :v

When a human is granted the powers of a goddess and can do anything they want, at what point do they lose touch with their humanity? Eris can do anything, but she’s now so far removed from consequence that after the thrills of the “honeymoon” wear thin, what left is there?

I’ve always characterized Eris as being a mischievous selfish dick. She likes to fuck with people because it’s fun. But really, how long can you just keep having fun? How long until you desire for a time when limitations helped define happiness and sadness, rather than a ceaseless existence of cheap thrills?