((CONTENT WARNING: blood, gore, violence)) The hive was unusually cold.  Even less usual, it was empty.  As Spinneret wandered the ever-changing corridors, there was not a single changeling in sight.  She made her way to the dungeon, which conveniently doubled as the hive's mess hall; not even the prisoners-slash-meals were there.  Not only that, there was no trace of them ever being there, no remnants of changeling cocoons.  In fact, there was no sign that anycreature had ever been in the hive...

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"Guess what?  going to Canterlot!" Damsel bragged to her small friend group. "Canterlot?" Elytron asked, tilting her head.  "Like, why are you going there?" Damsel beamed proudly.  " was chosen to participate in Operation Cuckoo!" Prosoma scratched her head, a behavior she'd learned from disguising as a pony.  "What's...'Operation Cuckoo'?" "It's a fitting name," Mandible butted in.  "After all, Damsel's pretty 'cuckoo' herself!"  He laughed his loud, obnoxious laugh that everyling in the h...

you know, we don't really know all that much about how years work in Friendship is Magic.  some episodes suggest Equestria uses the Gregorian calendar, but aside from that, no years are ever referenced specifically.  so, here's what i like to think about how Equestria tracks years; specifically, they're tracked based on certain eras, which themselves are determined based on the current ruler of Equestria. this is the period of time before the first unition of the four ponykinds (Earth, Unicorn,...

i've already posted these on tumblr but nobody should ever follow me on tumblr so i'll put them here

maybe NPC isn't the best term but these are all characters i use in roleplays who aren't Spourt but are related in some way to Spourt Feathers, aside from her role in , is one of Spinneret's closest friends.  her affection for the changeling often leads to her being mistaken for a pet, much to her chagrin.  still, she's willing to set aside her pride for the sake of a cover story.  sometimes Spinneret translates for her; other times, she simply refuses to. Pedipalp is Spinneret's broodmate, wh...

((WARNING: ANIMAL ENDANGERMENT/ABUSE)) this is mostly for my own benefit, so i don't forget key aspects of these characters and who they are. so basically, the Horde is what the group of alley cats Spinneret hangs with call themselves.  their primary goal is world domination, and the thing that unites them is their hatred of ponies.  save for one, each member was harmed by ponies in some way, and their names come from these incidents.  of course, being alley cats, world domination is a pipe dr...

- i intentionally give Sprouting Bulb and Spinneret different personalities and mannerisms.  Sprout is a bit more cordial, a little coy, and always smiling.  Spins, meanwhile, is noticeably more casual.  while Sprout might entertain the antics of a flirting stallion, Spins would just leave.  speaking of which... - Spinneret is homosexual.  she's pretty open about it (as long as she's open about being a changeling), though given the nature of changelings, she plays Sprout as bisexual to maximize...

"Spins?" a purple-eyed changeling asked, poking at her sleeping friend.  "Spins, are you awake?" Her friend, Spinneret, sat up suddenly.  "Are we--"  Her green eyes softened when she saw who had woken her up.  "Oh.  Just you, Elly." "Yeah, just me."  Elytron's wings flitted bashfully.  "I, uh...I can't sleep.  Too excited about the invasion, y'know?  And...what comes after?" Spinneret nodded.  "Yeah...yeah, I know you are."  The petite changeling yawned.  "Still plannin on defectin?" "You kn...

Three young foals -- one dressed as an astronaut, one dressed as a changeling, and one dressed as a skeleton -- approached the Nightmare Moon statue for the yearly ritual of offering candy. "Be careful," the astronaut warned.  "I've heard there's a monster around the statue this year." "Please," the skeleton scoffed, "there's no such thing as monsters!" "What do you call cockatrices, then?!" the astronaut asked.  "Or manticores?!  Puckwudgies?!" "Animals, ya ding-dong!" the changeling replie...

like if celestia but she was if she was a deer

blog is such a funny word.  blog.  blogblog.  bloooooooog.  i ate an orange today.  it tasted like oranges.