#Hi everypony. I'm still sick :)

[shima-draws]

Girls do you think it's cute when *erupts into a violent coughing fit*

[pepper-needs-help]

Hi everypony

so okay I've been like Gone for three years lol (sorry to the few people i accidentally ghosted)

long story short my stalker found me and i had to delete my personal tumblr account and my paypal 🙃 but i remade my paypay and i can like provide proof of harassment if needed (tbh he probably has notifications turned on for this account if he knows it and i'll have to skedaddle again but i'm desperate lmao)

hello, i am a bisexual, autistic, mentally ill nonbinary (black+asian) poc living in chicago. i still don't have a job, and am in desperate need of help.

but anyways i'm like rly sick lmao and i probably maybe need dentures but that's gonna be on the back burner while i try to go to the doctor. i have insurance but i can't afford the copay and medications they'll probably have to prescribe me. tbh i was gonna like just not go to the doctor but my friends r getting worried so maybe that means i should also be worried???

also like we literally can't afford to get groceries unless we afterpay (4-payments plan service thing) uber eats and instacart e-cards to order groceries. also rent has increased since 2020 and my bank accounts and credit cards r in the neggy

anything helps and thanks for reading!

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PS if u donate to my partner directly bc of the linked post on the word dentures (very clever) just remember he works full-time so if u get a tarot reading from him give him time please!!!!

PPS oh and also pls don't recommend reddit i cannot try reddit bc of a lack of karma and also the two day reddit blackout to protest fhfbfjf

[thegreenhordes]

Survivor Diaries - Here in the Garden

It's been a few days. I've been feeling... Wobbly? Mostly blood loss. Princess Twilight heard my story, though she seemed alarmed by how I was struggling just to stand. Thankfully the conversation her green-maned companion struck up distracted her, I was able to waddle away without much fuss. Though the Unicorn claimed he'd 'keep an eye out' when the Princess expressed concern.

I've actually spotted him once, wandering through with his head low. He glanced my way as I sat in the window, trying to ignore the searing pain in my side. He didn't say anything, just kept walking. I think he can tell that I'm done for, and doesn't want to bother with me. That's fair, honestly.

I know I'm sick- everypony that gets bit, gets sick. I'm not scared though... I'm actually relieved, I think? If that makes any sense. Maybe it's just because of how lightheaded I've felt, how I'm slowly progressing through early infection, the early signs of gangrene because I haven't been treating my wound properly. But. I'm almost happy in a messed up way. I'm going to die before I turn, so I'll be with my Husband soon. I buried Nine. We're nowhere near home, we were just visiting Ponyville, after all, when the infection started spreading like wildfire. So, I did the next best thing and found a garden just outside town. Somepony has been keeping the area around Sugarcube Corner clear of infected, Maybe it's that strange unicorn? But one pony doing all that? I don't know.. Anyway. I found a garden just outside town, flowers everywhere and in all sorts of beautiful shades and hues. It was perfect. I couldn't carry his body there unfortunately, I lift anything too heavy and my side bleeds. Thankfully there was a cart nearby. It was time consuming, but rolling a wrapped body isn't the same as lifting it! Kind of. It still hurt. Dragging the cart was easier than I thought it would be, though I had to keep stopping before I fainted. I'm still in the flower field as I write, the bandage just keeps getting redder. I'm not making it out of here, and sesperation is keeping me writing. I want my last words documented, you know? So that if anypony finds this journal, they know who I was. My family won't be able to mourn me if they don't know I'm dead, so maybe a kind stranger will? Wishful thinking, maybe. I wish I could've lived long enough to have my baby. But maybe it's better it happens now, when my foal won't know the pain and horror of the infection. I mean, what kind of world is this for any colt or filly to grow up in? For a Girl, I would've named her Easy-Breezy. For a Boy? My first pick was Skywriter. But I think I would have ended up just naming him after his father. Cloud Nine jr. , Nines, Cloudburst, something with 'Cloud' or 'Nine' in it. Well, I'm feeling sleepier and weaker as I go. Soon I won't have the energy to focus on writing anymore, so. I have just one more thing to say. My name was Inky Hooves, and I loved my husband so much it killed me. Bury me next to him, when you find me? I shoved a couple little rocks into a pi

(blood soaks the pages of the journal, and the writing of the final entry is shaky. The one who wrote this struggled greatly to do so, and tried very hard to remain coherent in their words. The body nearby, only hours cold it seems, has a smile on their face. A pile of stones rests at her feet over a fresh mound of packed dirt. Null sighs as he closes the book, uses his magic to grab the nearby shovel, and begins digging.)

[opheliajupiter99]

MLP Broodmother Virus: Rotten Apples (The long-awaited continuation at last :D)

*Big Mac was lying in bed, his bulky form making the bed sink down slightly from how long he'd been laying upon it. He got infected with the virus early on, but his dearly devoted sister AJ had kept it hidden in an effort to avoid Twilight's inquisitive eye. She was an honest Apple, but perhaps even more so, she was stubborn, and a family-mare at heart.*

*Applejack entered his room, carrying a steaming bowl of stew in an outstretched hoof, closing the door with her back hoof. Big Mac had already 'birthed' his larvae, but as the larvae had inherited his bulky frame, the gestation had been much more exhausting than typical, and was now resting up due to his weakened state.*

AJ: Ya awake, sugarcube? Ah made this real special for ya.

Big Mac: *Rolling over in his bed to face her and smiling weakly.* Yuuup.

AJ: Good. Now come on, sit up now.

*Applejack helped him sit up in his bed, his eyes still a bit reddened and his coat pale. He wasn't quite as bad as Pinkie yet, looking relatively healthy, but he likely wasn't far from a similar state. Either way, his dear sister helped him to eat, smiling as lovingly to him as she did when he was healthy.*

*A knock at the front door echoed, making AJ pause to look towards the sound, then huffed.*

AJ: Ah gotta go check on that. Finish it up as best ya can, and remember ta stay quiet, alright?

Big Mac: Yuuup.

*Applejack exited his room and entered the living room, gaining a small smile as she spotted Applebloom on the rug, playing around with the pair of larvae, flicking her tail about and giggling as she played chase with the pair, the somewhat sluggish larvae scooting along behind her, one sporting upright ears and the other with folded, pug-like ears.*

AJ: Heh, well ya three sure are gettin' along like a barn on fire, huh?

Applebloom: AJ! Hehe yeah, we sure are! Ah told ya sis, ah make a great aunt!

AJ: Yep, ya sure do. But ya three gotta hide out in the kitchen for the bit, alright? Somepony's at the door.

Applebloom: Oh, right! Come on lil' critters, follow Aunty Applebloom!

*Applebloom skipped along towards the kitchen, the larvae following close behind. Just knowing that Big Mac was alright, and the prospect of having little nephews, even if they -were- giant bugs, had made Applebloom so excited she hadn't stopped to think much about how this all was affecting the other ponies. After all, it was treating her family fine, so it couldn't be that bad, right?*

(Drama, body horror mentions, and mentions of death beyond this point)

*Applejack swung the front door open, at which stood a very stressed and frazzled-looking Twilight Sparkle, doing her best to maintain a friendly smile despite the lack of sleep and frightening information she'd heard back at her facility*

AJ: Oh, howdy sugarcube, ya feelin' alright?

Twilight: No AJ, I'm not. Look, I'm going to cut to the chase for everypony's sake; have you been purposely spreading the sickness I've been telling you about?

AJ: What? What kinda question is that? Ah course I haven't! *Usually, Applejack was an awful liar, being the Element of Honesty and all, but for the sake of her brother's safety, she'd been practicing. She knew Twilight would come to the door about this -eventually- after all, though she'd hoped it'd wouldn't be this early.*

Twilight: *Staring at AJ for a long moment, then looking her over. She didn't -look- sick; which was true, she wasn't, at least not yet. She thought for a long moment...then sighed heavily.* I....o-okay, AJ. I'm going to have faith in you. With how Pinkie's been acting, I wouldn't be surprised if she just said it to get me out of the lab. Just...please. If you know anything at all, please tell me.

*Applejack thought for a few moments, trying to think of something else to say, but she was saved by the bell - or rather, the scroll - when a burst of green flame poofed a scroll before Twilight's eyes, an obvious message from Spike, who she'd left back at the facility, in a secure room of course.*

Twilight: O-Oh...heh, r-right...I'm sorry, I need to read this.

*Applejack nodded, thankful for the interruption. Twilight's eyes moved side to side quickly as she read over the note...and with each word she read, her heart sunk lower and lower, her eyes widening and pupils growing smaller, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She just...stood there for a few moments, reeling, barely moving a muscle, before tears finally began to stream down her eyes. Applejack blinked, not sure what to do or say at first, but eventually rose a shaky hoof to rest upon Twilight's shoulder.*

AJ: H-Hey, it's alright sugarcube.

Twilight: *Silent at first, but eventually spoke shakily and softly* R-Rainbow....R-Rainbow's dead.

AJ: W-What?!

Twilight: She's dead...P-Pinkie escaped and...o-oh Celestia, it's not even just Rainbow...the w-whole facility's...j-just...*She took in a shaky breath, closing her eyes tightly and sniffling, whole body shaking as her brain struggled to process what was going on. After some time of this, she took in another deep breath, opening her tear-stricken eyes and looking towards AJ*

Twilight: You need to stay indoors, and make sure t-this house...this house is s-secure. This...has become a -much- bigger problem, very...very quickly. I want to stay...to help you all get through this...b-but, I'm the Princess...I need to go wherever I'm needed. Just...just please stay inside - and try to contact Rarity. Hopefully, she can help with...w-with whatever you might need. *She was still an utter wreck, but she was trying to stuff those feelings down as deep as they could for the sake of protecting what little she had left at this point.*

AJ: *Much like Twilight, she also just stood there in silence for a few moments. She felt conflict through her heart, knowing just how bad this was getting...but she'd seen those larvae firsthand, she knew they weren't evil, at least not intentionally; and if she'd learned anything from the bats debacle with Fluttershy, it's that some animals can't help but destroy just by virtue of existing. She wanted to tell Twilight the truth...but she just couldn't - not when her brother's life was at stake. Finally, she just nodded, letting Twilight go on her way, closing the door and turning to face the living room. Now that she was alone, she quickly fell to her knees and began to cry.*

(Sorry that this was darker/sadder than most of the other ones. This -is- horror after all, we're really ramping up now! Lol)

[dailyoyo]

thabk yoi a lot dailyoyo your brains are very compelling to me it kind of makes me want to study you like ants . i quote you all the time like i tell my friends " i stole this sentiment / headcanon from a deranged yoyo tumblr account " . you are aspirational really Truly we need more dailyoyos in the world i cant stop thinking about lawyer yoyo now .... also i beg for more dissecting of yoyo and mew dynamics if ur Into That . theuve always been really interesting to me but honestly like 4 pieces of canonexist in jsr ever so

VERY DELIGHTFUL ASK TO GET. i love to hear that i have had a net impact in making people get weirder. its so important to me. making the jsr fandom worse one post at a time <3

a lot of the way i post in here is inspired by both my friends but also some of the crazy bitches (affectionate) ive seen around over in the dragon ball z fandom in particular, but really i think ANYONE in the world no matter the fandom has the god-given right to tear characters apart with their teeth and make them fail as fuck and really really really sick in the head in ways they were probably not intended to be read as in canon. Everypony out there get eviler!!!!!!!!!!!! Now.

IM GLAD YOU LIKE LAWYER YOYO I THINK ABOUT HIM A LOT TOO. hes fascinating to me in that like hes technically not a Bad Ending (MOST of that au technically isnt!) and yet objectively he is a worse outcome because in regular(paradox) canon theres an avenue for yoyo to heal and become less bastardous. because like he has genuine friends and positive interactions and reasons to Want to be more than a self serving shithead. and also hes 16 of course hes an asshole hes 16.

but with lawyer yoyo its like. Its too late. He grew up and he stayed like that and he does not care to change and he has no impetus to change. hes definitely living a safer and more comfortable life and he has much higher self-esteem but he is Staying dead inside. Like ok regular yoyo and lawyer yoyo are both mentally at the bottom of basically the same exact well but lawyer yoyo was like "fuck it" and built a house down there. do you get me

Oh fuck this post is getting so long and i havent even talked about mew and yoyo yet.

okay so liek. beat was yoyo's first proper Friend in the ggs (as opposed to "just tolerating him being around"). because beat kind of totally fell for yoyo's whole harmless schtick lmao. but mew was the first Real Friend in that she picked up on how much of a fake fuck yoyo was and decided to hang out with him anyway.

which. ADMITTEDLY. this was originally BECAUSE she was fascinated by yoyo being so insincere (for a while he was also really playing up the "ohoho i'm TOOOTALLY not a double agent" thing for shits and giggles even though he literally wasnt.). and as previously mentioned yoyo had a crush on her which is why he didnt realize mew could see right through him. honestly for a while he kind of thought he had totally had her under his thumb but the whole time mew was like "Awww hehe he thinks im only hanging out with him because of his manipulations, thats so cute ^_^" (<- DERANGED)

and in a way while they were already friends their friendship didnt Truly start until after yoyo confessed his love and was rejected. because like the whole thing was kind of a wakeup call for yoyo - mew had noticed his feelings all along and was waiting for him to say something Just to reject him, and like among normal people that would probably be a lot more hurtful but in that circumstance it was like... she'd outplayed him. easily. and he didn't even notice, but she's still here anyway. and she still wants to hang out with him even though she can tell the kind of person he is.

because the thing is like. mew may play up her innocence and naivety but she IS genuinely kind at heart. a lot of her strange desire to examine nasty people under a microscope is because of her desire to see the humanity in everyone, to understand Why people do the things they do. and she's not under any illusions that she can """Fix Him""", god knows she's not sure she can even "fix" herself, but she saw yoyo for what he was and could respect the survival mechanisms at play for what they were. (this is also why mew was so immediately like "idk Yoyo doesn't seem like that kind of person..." when the nt-3000 thing happened because. like. she Understood his modus operandi and that simply Wasn't It.)

and like when youre the kind of person who thinks that as soon as someone sees under your mask that they'll want you dead in a ditch, knowing someone who recognizes your mask and is just like "oh cool, i got one too" is kind of world-shaking. paradoxically them recognizing each others' insincerity makes them be a lot more sincere with each other.

Oh fuck this post long as hell. yoy

[thegreenhordes]

Survivor Diaries - A Foal's Tale Pt.1

Pa likes to write stuff down when he gets angry, or scared, or needs to think. Almost all the stuff we've done since the sick ponies started hurting others, was written down in Pa's old thick journal. So, I figure if it helps, and it keeps us all alive, then it must be good right? So I'm gonna write what happened today! It was really scary, then it was really cool. This tall green maned stallion saved our lives today! He looked so cool! Like, he's COVERED in bandages, he's got some mask on you see doctors wear, and he's a blank flank like me! Ma says everypony gets their cutie mark eventually, so I shouldn't worry about other foals bullying me, but if this adult doesn't have his and is still so strong and brave? Maybe being a blank flank isn't so bad. I'm gonna tell Ma I don't want my cutie mark anymore, I wanna save lives and not care about my flank at all! But, anyway, I wanna write about what happened today. Pa says I need to sleep, but I just can't close my eyes until I get this all out of my system. So, like, Pa has us going through the town square, and he keeps looking at the main hall building. I ask him why cause its' freaking me out- he shushes me, only for a sick pony to come crashing through the window! They moved sooooo fast, and it was really scary watching this big heavy bulb-headed thing attack my Pa. I thought he was bit or dead for sure! I was crying and everything because I knew if my Pa died it would be my fault for not keeping my big dumb mouth shut like I shoulda. But then this green haired stallion comes rushing! He's all tall and skinny and smelled like he hasn't had a bath in weeks. Like, wade in some water dude. But he came running over and rams the sick pony right in the side with his big horn! THAT was cool, I admit. It was like one of those comic books Ma doesn't want me reading, all blood and action. The sick pony goes BAM right to the dirt! And the stallion tears out his horn and just starts bashing his hooves into the big green bulbs all over its' head, until they make a loud pop and it stops moving. We hear more in the distance, and the unicorn tells us to follow him. He says his name is Null, and he can take us somewhere safe for the night. So we follow behind, laying low and being super super quiet this time. Guess where he takes us? Sugar Cube Corner! I was excited until I realized all the sweets were spoiled or gone. Shame, I haven't had candy in over a month! That's like, a hundred years for a foal! But still, even with the weird red-brown stains everywhere and Ma telling me to stay away from the Kitchen, everything seems fine. No sick ponies nearby, its' warm inside, and we can all shuffle into one room to sleep with plenty of places to hide or escape. There's more, but, like, I should go to bed. I'll write about what happened next tomorrow! Ma will tan my hide if she sees I'm still awake anyway.

[thegreenhordes]

Survivor Diaries - Anyone but Him

Cloud Nine is sick. Really, really sick. He was bitten the other day, a growler got him, and he got worse overnight. Honestly Nine is lucky his leg is still functioning, with how hard that growler tore into it. Celestia the sounds... I'm not entirely sure what to do, so I'm just going off of the survival pamphlets the Princess had distributed before everypony started scattering to the wind. I.M.O.D Identification Medication Observation Documentation Early infection directions, all to keep someone still in the 'saveable' stage comfortable and calm. I haven't read much about the later stages- I don't want to think about my husband reaching the point of no return. I can't... I just can't. Right now we're hunkered down in Sugarcube Corner, Nine is hiding up in Pinkie Pie's old room. Keeps talking about how his legs hurt. I'm doing what I can, some herbs for the pain, massaging the wound- with protection for my hooves of course, I'm no idiot. The bleeding wouldn't stop for the first hour or so after he was bit either so I had to juggle dragging him here, bandaging his wound, and keeping away from hungry growlers. I'm still kind of in shock, I think. I'm not exactly apathetic but... i'm struggling to feel a whole lot. I just want my husband to be alright.

Of all the ponies to have this happen to them, why did it have to be him?