Sickly Green

It still Hurts, even now, even with his gaze softened by the pain of loss.

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Posting Schedule

Posts and replies to the inbox can take a few days, as I am sometimes busy and need to rest my hands frequently. Expect a story post once every month. Written story posts will be kept primarily to @thegreenjournals

Also, quick introduction- My name is Amadeus, I'm mid-20s, love to draw, and got back into MLP through the infection aus popping up everywhere. I hope you enjoy my own AU: The Glow

A note about the AU below:

This AU doesn't follow a main and/or side character. It is an ask blog with a story revolving around two OCs: Null the Stranger, and a filly he takes care of named Penny Artiste. The Main Six and other characters will make appearances, but they won't often be a focal point.

The disease/infection in this AU has multiple variants, with multiple stages. I will eventually be compiling the information I post on them into a page you can read on the blog. The three (revealed) variants are as follows: Growlers(Type 1), Watchers(Type 2), and Mimics(Type 3)

I try not to spoil anything but I put little hints at important things in almost every post. I welcome you to message me with theories! I love hearing what people think and where they theorize a story is heading. Just feedback in general makes me a little giddy- I love interaction!

This AU Will eventually have an 'ending' to the story. Once it is concluded (which will be some time from the moment I type this) I will switch to art about the AU/behind-the-scenes/answering questions and hearing people's thoughts. I am also likely going to turn the AU into a fanfiction. I'm no savant but writing is a passion of mine.

Null is neither hero nor villain

He's watching. Time is running out. How long, how long- the shards fog and the crowds of green grow larger. Save us save us saveussaveussaveussaveussaveus-

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Belladonna thinking about her youngest son while she slowly loses her mind.

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Something I started working on before my wrist decided to fuck up, I'm going to see about finishing it soon

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sorry my wrist has been killing me, I'll get back to finishing stuff here soon I just need a few more days

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Belladonna PT5

It was a strange feeling, becoming suddenly and horrifically... Aware. Of everything, from the tiniest mote of dust to the weight of the shadows that bore down on me. I was new. But that is now; then, then was different. I didn't know what he was doing, my beloved. Watched him flip through pages of tome after tome, trying to find out what happened to me, casting spells on me. Growing more desperate and angry as time passed. I just knew it HURT. My guts... My head... They hurt. Painful, painful, horrible. I wasn't new yet, just dying. Dying and suffering and growing weaker by the day, by the hour. I was dying; I would have died. Moon and Stars I was going to Die. Then. One day he cast a spell that felt... Different. I could smell better, move faster, and felt stronger; it was euphoric. I thought myself cured, not just of my illness but of my weaknesses. But then it all came rushing back. Some pressure on my skull, a deep and strange hunger in my stomach. I begged and begged to be let out, to see my baby boy, but my words went unheeded. I was trapped, and scared, and alone. Then Penumbra opened the door. Stars above my poor baby, I never wanted to hurt him, but he smelled so good, and I had this need to share, to share this with him, this strange euphoria. There was so much blood. Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll fix it.

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Belladonna PT4

She heard hoofsteps coming rapidly towards her and tried her best to look towards the sound through the haze of her vision and pain. In the doorway she sees the glowing eyes of her Husband and Liege, staring at her with that impassiveness he always seems to have. His eyes read concern, but his expression is blank. The next thing she knows, she's locked up in the room she lived in before they officially wed. He says he senses something wrong with her aura, that she's unsafe for the children until he knows more. She trusts him, even if she doesn't like what he says. She listens to the conversation outside the door, between him and her Penumbra. "Is Momma gonna be okay?" Her boy asks his father. "Yes, son." He says with a confidence she can see right through. "When can I see her again?" Her baby asks him, sounding hopeful in a way that makes her heart clench. There is silence from her beloved for a moment. "...I don't know."

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just fyi for anyone not following @thegreenjournals, I have posted a few small writings there recently.

also you don't see me. If I'm up past midnight no I'm not.

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Belladonna PT3

Belladonna sighs and uses her magic to grab a bottle up high on her shelves. "Here Darling," She says to her baby, "Have some poultice." It was a large jug of it, healing for bruises and soothing for aches; it would help his poor face feel better.

"Thank you, Momma." Penumbra replies, digging some out with his hoof and rubbing it on his bruise, careful not to get it in his lovely red-pink eyes. She watches him for a long moment before setting the jug aside once he's done applying it. Then, she has an idea. Her youngest has always enjoyed sitting with her while she worked. She goes to grab another bottle at the back of the shelf, though she isn't quite looking as she does it. "Would you like to watch me work?" She asks her baby indulgently, and he lights up immediately, eager and excited. "Yeah!" He says excitedly, hopping up and down on his delicate legs. She chuckles, pulls the bottle off the shelf, and then everything gets fuzzy. She hears- no, feels a crack as a larger yellow glass bottle hits her head and shatters. Her skull feels rattled, and something warm drips down her face. Something cold, too, and green. It stings as it seeps into her wound, and she coughs when it gets into her open mouth as she pants. She doesn't quite hear the panic from Penumbra, but the sound of the door slamming as he runs to get help rattles her head painfully. Her vision fogs as she looks down at the bloodied label sitting on the ground, tattered and old and barely legible. She struggles to read, but she thinks it says 'Moonflower Extract'. That doesn't make sense. Moonflower extract isn't supposed to be green.

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SO. I did a Sombra redesign.

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Foal Null first attempt at a character sheet. It'll do for now, but I might tweak some things later. He looks a lot like his momma, doesn't he?

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just fyi I've been more excited than I usually am to do the Origin story for the infection, so this one is going to be longer, but I might (emphasis might) be able to get more pages done faster if I prioritize my time right. And also don't break my damn wrists drawing lmfao.

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Belladonna PT2

The door to her lab opens slowly, and in steps her precious secondborn son. He trudges up to her, head lowered. "Momma..." He whimpers, and she finally notices the big, dark bruise on his face. Oh, no... "Can you fix my face?" He asks her softly, looking so painfully sad that it just breaks her heart. "It hurts..." "Oh, Baby..." She sighs, walking over to him and placing a hoof under his chin. She looks him over, checking for any other injuries. She gives a sigh of relief when she sees none. "What happened, Baby?" She asks him. He looks up at her with his big, sad eyes that are so, so much like his father's. Red, lovely red. "I got bullied again, Momma..." he says to her, sounding just so heartbroken. It's been happening more in recent years, him being bullied by other foals who have gotten their cutie mark, or who see him as strange because he doesn't look quite right, doesn't look like them. With his long ears, his large eyes, his gangly limbs. Uncanny, one of her former friends had said. Unnatural. "Oh Baby, I'm so sorry." She says, soft and loving and so so sad for her poor baby boy. he means the world to her, this fragile foal. "it's okay!" Penumbra exclaims, perking up just a little. "Papa said he'd fix it." Oh. Oh dear. Well, likely he's already 'taking care' of things, so there isn't anything she can do... She just smiles, then, and brings her son close to hold him.

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Belladonna PT1

It was a quiet day in her lab, nothing out of sorts, and she was working on her latest concoction. Something special, just for her beloved. A potion to further his goals, make him stronger. It was hard to formulate something for his unique physiology; he was... different, after all. But this, this should work. She mixes and crushes and pours and crunches everything into her cauldron, making sure everything was just right, just so. It was her greatest skill after all, perfectly precise creations, her labor of love. And she did so love her alchemy. Then, a voice, soft, outside her lab door. Another labor of her love, her darling youngest son. Penumbra. "Momma?" He calls, voice soft and sweet. How she adored her baby boy, more than the moon and stars, more than life itself. She'd do anything for her Penumbra, this she was certain of. "I'm in here, Baby." She calls back, focused on her work but eager to have her foal by her side. He'd taken a liking to her alchemical work, and she was hoping he'd develop a similar skill. She couldn't wait for the day his cutie mark came in. Then maybe her poor baby would stop getting called a 'Null' by all the other young ones.

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Cover for the next Comic, Belladonna

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I am going to kill this webbed site with hammers

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Will be starting on the Origin soon enough, but I think I should take a quick focus on writing. Any ideas? Leave a comment if you want to see anything specific. I'm trying to avoid polls until I've started on the Origin project.

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HIVE MOTHER pt3 - FINAL

She contemplates her options and takes into consideration the state of her hive. Watches them start to eat each other alive. Whatever is wrong, she can't fix it, and she knows there is nobody who would help her. Then her mind turns elsewhere. "The only things left uninfected..." Her gaze turns as she talks to herself, considering. "...Are the eggs." She's been keeping them safe; she'd caught her hive trying to eat them several times before she quarantined the upper section off from the lower. Chrysalis stares into the cave where the eggs are kept, snug in their piles, tended to only by her for weeks. This is an opportunity.

She doesn't like it, but she feels she needs to cut her losses. 'The rest are a lost cause,' She thinks, 'With the eggs there is hope.' Uninfected, she could start over. She just needs to gather them up, and leave. And so she does. She gathers as many eggs as she can carry in a bag and carefully makes her way out of the hive. The subjects that see her still hold enough reverence in their addled brains to not attack her, but they hiss and stomp as she passes them by. Any longer and death might have been assured for her. 'I'll save what I can,' She tells herself. 'I'll restart... Somewhere far away.' She settles into her new home many days later, protecting the eggs like she did when she began her hive the first time, and carefully ignores the sounds of grunting in the distance.