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Hey lore gang.
I have caught a cold.
I can't recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. This is it.
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Bright Brave
Cold ? Not s flue? This cold thing has been going around. Oof.
Feed a cold, starve a fever.
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Nar Yakushi
You’ll be fine. Didn’t you know that every member of the Lore Gang has plot armor?
For real though, wish you a speedy recovery.
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Nitroxus Soulspins
Outsider, you will survive and heal soon! I trust in you.
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Shifter Burnside
cough
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Hey lore gang! Yeah I'm stuck trying to write the next post, prolly won't come out until after this halloween. Until then!
What/Who is the strongest character in your written universe?
Mine is someo... View More
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Surprisingly, it isn't Stickman. Shocker, I know, I know. But it's actually Mr. Puzzles, as he can warp reality.
Clearly its Mellowstring, Nitroxus's mother. Not even Hopestrong, her husband, can bear the weight of making her upset for even a single moment.
//Depends on the au for me, for example the mirrorverse that Mirror Fluttershy is from the strongest there would be Duchess Chrysalis.
2. For the Shifted View Universe (aka my swap au) It's Twiliana. *aka "Glitter" Sparkstar*
3. Monarch Masquerade's au it's unknown who's the strongest. ... View More
I know this is Gonna Surprise folk, but I'll Give 3 answers
First would be Mimi, As They are part Changeling, but also part Ghostkin, Meaning He can Phase through stuff, and float, but can also use magic, But since He doesn't have any Disregard for Harming and killing, That means He can go full out... View More
Hey gang! What do you characters sound like? Asking for a friend-- I mean, isn't it insteresting how after a while, usually after consuming different pieces of media and whatnot, characters end up hav... View More
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Well... my guy sounds like myself with a bit of Jesse Eisenberg mixed in ala Blu. Hehe
I’d post a link for voice claims, but I’m stuck on mobile.
For Asuka, either Japanese Dub Stacey Pilgrim from Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, or English Dub Edolas Levy from Fairy Tail.
No real voice claim for Nar, but it’s probably close to English dub Kirishima from MHA, but not as raspy. ... View More
Thaumaturgy approaches you casually, although you can clearly note a tinge of anxiety and fear on his face that he poorly tries to hide. He's dressed up with his usual cloak and bears his half-golden,... View More
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// Man I was literally in the middle of writing this response on your main wall post when I saw you reposted it on my wall, lmao //
Adeena watches Thaumaturgy's approach like a crocodile watches its prey walk ever closer to its watery home. She'd went quite the ways away from everyone to practice, ... View More
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// lol
Thaumaturgy's head tilts a little inward, his tail gently flicking around his sides, around his legs and occasionally under his belly, excitement ramping up as his living bouquet is taken away from him. He chose daffodils lilies and oleander with purpose ; all three of these plants are poiso... View More
Adeena stares into the mirror, and it stares back at her. A light aqua-colored hair that gradients into darker shades as it flows gracefully around her delicate features; Slit-eyes like that of a reptile, purple and complex in their unsettling beauty; Brown chitin, smooth to the touch like skin yet hard and jagged at the edges. She raises her hand, grabs at one of the slight outcrops at the side of her chin, and pulls it, ignoring the pain and the blood that follows. Only a sliver of the chitin came out. She looks down at the sink, at the dozens of slivers that have accumulated around it, and grunts as she feels the pain fade and the damned curse regrow the bits she chipped away.
When Adeena looks back up to the mirror, it does not meet her gaze. Her mirror-self is stuck staring at her clothes, soaked in her own blood. She steps back, leans her side against the wall and then her back, allowing her legs to give as she melts onto the floor whilst her eyes stay fixated to the mirror. What a wretched existence. The betrayal, the cold, the curse. She can't help herself, and the one soul that would have done something in every prior life barely casts an eye on her. Worst of all, she hungers. The famine that gnaws at her mind, the urge to bite and rip and...
The bathroom door opens with a click and a creak. Warm light shines from the other side, in contrast with the pale blue light she'd summoned; The aroma of freshly ground coffee wafts in as if carried by breeze, overcoming the smell of despair. The house, in all of its wisdom, has once again moved. She tentatively arises to her feet once more, her head turning to the open door in a daze as she catches a glimpse of a white silhouette passing by. The doorway no longer leads to her room, but rather, the house's library. In contrast to the study, she'd only been here once at her host's bequest, and never found it again.
Perhaps it was time.
She stumbles out onto a large room, her chitinous feet clicking against the cold shale floor. Pale silhouettes wander through the aisles of walnut bookshelves engraved with details in gold, some peruse the scrollracks on the walls and others even sit in the common area by the middle. Zerathur is at the other end of the room, sat on top of his desk with a steamy mug by his side. The tall windows behind him are open, allowing soft rays of sunlight to play with the particles of dust that dance in the air as the late afternoon breeze rolls in. He seems too busy watching the silhouettes to notice her approach, but as she moves up the steps to meet him, his dull blue eyes finally shift to meet hers.
He frowns. She stops. The grey-skinned man sits up, grabs his mug of coffee, and stands up. And it's in those couple of moments in which he approaches her and looks inquisitorially at the blood that covers her and her chipped chin... That she feels Hope's presence. Her heart sinks, she freezes completely like a deer caught by headlights. She saw it, for one second she could see through the illusion. His skin, taught and torn, revealing a wooden interior carved with spell sygils and symbols she does not recognize. He reaches out his free hand and touches her shoulder, and it is cold. But, she no longer feels the cold, she no longer hungers. He is not looking directly at her, but somewhere beyond.
"Teach me---"
Adeena couldn't finish the phrase, Zerathur was already gone. The sun has set, the breeze has turned cold and brings with it the smell of rain, the room is turning dark around her. She looks down at her hands, closes her fists, and then lets go.
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Late night lore post
Hope y'all are doing alright!
And hopefully get some rest soon if y'all can.
Hey gang! Why the hell does my latest story post have 1k+ views? That's like, -highly- unusual, in fact over three times the recent averages if anything! Something's broken for sure.
Anyway, expect m... View More
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Looks like that’s the case for a lot of, if not all blog posts. No idea what could be causing it, but it’s definitely not a natural thing.
Aye, I checked! Seems to've affected every blog post since the 20th of June, yours "Lost and Found"; The sudden spike in "views" was generally pretty recent though, I don't check views daily but they were certainly not that high a week ago.
I noticed the most recently made profile is pretty barebones. Might have something to do with it, but that's just speculation. I do wonder if there's a reason for this view bombing though. Like, if it'll affect the servers somehow. Next thing you know, someone's gonna flood the site with AI characte... View More
Aye, either that or they are utilizing our collective pieces of writing/art to train their AI on MLP roleplay or something for their own platform.
Status update.
It has become increasingly difficult for me to write or engage in roleplay. Not in the sense of depression or the sort, I've been working on putting myself into healthier habits over ... View More
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Why not re-write the lore of your OCs to match yourself at this point of your life? I felt the same with Nitroxus back into 2017. Seeing that he was far too silly and cartoony for me. Sometimes, even I struggle with trying to rp as him. Yet, since it is your OC at the end of the day, you can remake ... View More
It's okay to rewrite and redo your characters to represent who you are today
Adeena's consciousness fades in and out as her eyes adjust to a sudden change in brightness. The glow of the moon and the salt in the breeze roll into the foyer, the book on her chest feels heavy and her back aches from having fallen asleep on the sofa. The front door is open.
Her joints creak and crack, a pain she's all too familiar with- The chitin has again overgrown whilst she dreamed of a life she never lived. She sits up and sets her grimoire aside, eyes focused on the open door. It's night outside. Moonlight bleeds out of the opening and through curtains, crashing waves reverberate just beyond.
She steps onto a pier at the other side, the only sign of their home's existence is the empty doorframe standing on its own behind her. She walks down the wooden pathway, her chitinous feet clacking quietly against the boards, and finally sits at the very end next to the grey-skinned man who took her in.
He's slumped over, his eyes are closed, yet he seems focused on something. With a soft squint, she sees it too: White silhouettes floating above the waves, dipping and weaving like surfers. It is then that she also notices other silhouettes at the beach, phantasms of people. His friends. Unlike hers, his dreams are those that truly were.
Adeena reaches out to touch his shoulder and notices another illusion: Her hand, no longer covered in brown chitin, but white. Delicate, polished, like a true-born changeling and not an accursed. It seems to mimic her movements, or is it the other way around?
"Did I give you enough love, Spore?"
Zerathur mumbles in his sleep in reaction to the hand on his shoulder. That was a name he'd never spoken of before, and a voice that wasn't hers responded:
"The day that you left, my mother and I knew it was for the best."
"Yet it never felt right."
As he responds, his dull blue eyes open and stare out into the dark ocean. The illusion breaks free from her, standing up and walking away. As she looks back, she sees the full figure of Zerathur's long-gone daughter; A pale changeling with long purple hair, simple grey clothes flowing in the sea breeze, a grand crown of chitin and iron grown from her very head.
Adeena loses grip on Zerathur's shoulder, and she quickly looks back at where he was, only to see the vestige of a lightless twirl of blue flames. He's warped away. She'll stay here for a few moments longer, watching the illusion of his friends lounging on the beach and surfing in the waves. And then, when they fade, she'll walk back into the empty doorframe and close the door behind her.
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Haven't written in a while so I'm a little rusty- Do not mind the usage of humanoids, I've just grown more used to it in comparison to writing ponies after so many years.
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