You know how my changeling character Venom Stinger feels that since he doesn’t have a rank, he feels “just that one changeling in the hive.”
Well, I sometimes feel that I’m in the same position as him.
Because I usually feel like “just that one user who writes stories like everyone else does” and nothing else.
So... yeah.
Does anyone else feel this way?
A few wise words of advice!
From best blue changeling, Venom Stinger!
#1: Say “no” to those who ask for forgiveness! It is BAD. Just imagine how many times they can take advantage of you and stab you in the back!
#2: Don’t fall for their physical apology gifts! If they’re not willing to verbally own up to their mistakes and instead sweep their crimes under the rug, that’s no good!
And last but not least!
#3: Family > Friends!
Written by MlpHero
Just a young ling, with a big dream
Spirit’s up high, and won’t back down
I was aiming for bigger goals
Don’t wanna waste my life on nothing
Not a weakling; not a follower
Adventure waits for me and my siblings
Head of Patrol; here I come
My name is Venom, and don’t forget it
Venom
Venom, feel the venom
Feel the sting of the venom
Venom, feel the venom
This is gonna be awkward to explain. I dunno how I came to this decision, but…
I’m thinking of making Venom Stinger bisexual.
Yo, listen up here's a story
About a little guy
That lives in a blue world
And all day and all night
And everything he sees is just blue
Like him inside and outside
Blue his house
With a blue little window
And a blue corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
Cause he ain't got nobody to listen to
“Hmph. Thorax keeps rambling about how I have to work on ‘be the bigger bug and let things go. ’ Guess I do have to work on it, but only to make him shut up about it for once. I’ll start on that today.”
“BOO!”
Venom flinched, before glaring at the cackling changeling in front of him.
“Haha! Oh, you should’ve seen your face! I got you good!”
The loud creaking of the door opening immediately caught Griff’s attention away from his parchment. He looked up to see one of his brothers at the door. The blue changeling rubbing his eyes with a foreleg.
“Venom? It’s two in the morning! What are you still up for?”
Venom didn’t respond. He walked over to Griff, climbing up onto the bed, blanket in hold, before curling up and silently snoozing away.
“Hey, Venom? Could you help me with something?”
“Hm?”
“I uh... have this weird urge to do something stupid.”
“Okay, do Pharynx then.”
*sigh* “I feel really bad for Hero.”
“Oh? Why, Venom?”
“He constantly gets referred to as ‘cute’ by everyone to his expense. I can imagine how annoying and embarrassing it is for him.”
“I don’t really think he minds that much.”
“Have you seen him every time it happens? He always denies it, yet others style mess with him and say he is.”
“About time the floor is finally dry! I swear we’re gonna get them this time...”
“Venom, I understand that you’re mad... but aren’t you taking this a little too seriously?”
“How am I taking this too seriously? They hurt you!”
“No, they didn’t.”
“Yes, they did!”
“No... they didn’t.”
“Okay, do we have everything? Flammable liquid, fire extinguisher? Spiny, do you have those chemicals ready?” Venom asked as the two changeling brothers walked down the staircase leading into a lower room. Their older brother followed behind them with a curious expression.
“Remind me what is going on here…?”
“We volunteered to style your mane, of course! Not only is it probably filled with glass from our trip to the beach, but it’s probably doused quite a bit from the ocean.”
“Augh, I just do not get this book!”
“What now, Venom? Let me guess; Chrysalis never taught you how to read?”
I didn’t even ask for it, but look what I woke up to:
It’s… um…
I’ll let you guys be the judge of it.
“So what do you think? Sleeves aren’t too long? Colors don’t clash?”
Griff finally looked up from his seat after what felt like an eternity. Venom took a sip from his paper cup, staring back with stars in his eyes. He’d picked up a soft-colored hoodie with some slim-fit sweatpants.
“Hm… looks good on you… aren’t you hot in that? It’s like, eighty degrees out there.”
“Well, it’s like, below zero in here! I can see my own breath!”
“Probably because it smells like Berry Punch.”
“Hey, Scarab? I need to ask you a complicated question.”
“Sure thing, kiddo. What is it?”
“See, Griff has been married to Metamorphosis for quite a while now, so that makes him Thorax and Pharynx’s other dad, correct?”
“Of course it does. Why wouldn’t it?”
“And you’re Griff’s dad, so you’re practically Thorax and Pharynx’s grandfather, right?”
“Seriously, man, what is up with you? Why did you treat Mel and Bez like that?”
“I mean, I’ve lost the will to care, but whatever.“
“But... you were—” Venom sighed, before muttering under his breath, “I’m telling Pharynx about this...”
“Thorax! The other changelings are embarrassing me!”
“Aw, Venom. I’m sure if you talk to them—”
“THERE WILL BE NO TALKING, ONLY DEATH!”
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