Chapters
Princess Luna sat by the sea. It was a sea made of stars, stretching out before her like an endless expanse, constellations and galaxies and lustrous nebulae swirling around the abyss in a pattern that made no particular sense. Life, she’d found, didn’t often make sense. Life, really, was just a series of things and events that didn't make sense, but one had to try to make sense of them nonetheless. For a thousand years— For most of her life, Princess Luna’s thoughts…- 40.3 K • Ongoing
- Hi everyone. This is Mono! I need to make an announcement regarding the story, and I need it to happen within the story, and this is my website so here I am. I am sorry this isn't an actual update, but it's relevant to updates, so please bear with me. To anyone still reading this, or interested, or invested, I need to be fully upfront with you about something because it is the reason I've not touched the story in months (beyond Grad School) and I am at a point where it feels like cancelling the story…
- 40.3 K • Ongoing
- A crisp wind chilled Twilight Sparkle, her wings rustling at her side. Truthfully, she would have liked this meeting to happen inside the castle, where she would be warm, but Cadance had insisted on holding it outside for fresh air. So, there they all were instead—they being herself, Rarity, Princess Luna, Cadance, as well as Spike and Rainbow—all gathered in a courtyard outside the castle. “So, let me get this straight...” Spike lay slumped in the castle gardens, an enormous claw…
- 40.3 K • Ongoing
- On the way home from Canterlot, Rarity the unicorn had unequivocally told anyone and everyone that the second she got to Ponyville, she would be busy resting with a capital R. Until such time as the secret event they were all scheming happened, she would speak to no one (except for Twilight), help no one (except for Twilight), and do nothing (except for… well…) However, as things often go in life, her plans did not pan out as neatly as she’d envisioned them. Doing nothing eventually…
- 40.3 K • Ongoing
- Today we find the elderly Hortensia “Abuela” Mondragon in her most natural and comfortable state: being a relentless busybody. Standing thin and tall under the frame of the kitchen door, wearing her Wednesday best, Abuela takes in the state of affairs through her thick, blue glasses: the counters piled with ingredients in varying states of preparation; a cookbook titled ‘America Does Have a Cuisine’ propped open to a meatloaf recipe; and, most importantly, her fellow elder Po Po—short…
- 5.5 K • Oneshot
Rarity hadn't slept with many men—not because there was shame to it, but because it was simply not her interest—but she’d gone to bed with enough of them to feel she’d pretty much experienced it all, seen it all, felt it all. Even while still dating Blueblood, she thought she’d pretty much never feel butterflies ever again. That twisting hurricane in her stomach and below, the frenetic beating of a hopeful heart, the dizzying intensity of emotions and thoughts that made it difficult to exist…- 20.0 K • Ongoing
Just tell me, oh, tell me the truthTell me you're too scared to loseEverything that we madeWhile our dreams wash away in the rainDarling, oh, what did you do, love? If my life in the future was plagued by isolation, my return to the present was everything but. If it wasn’t my friends coming to see me daily, it was my parents and my sister, the latter having been allowed to live in my boutique when just the notion of being separated from me after her first visit sent her into a full-blown panic…- 14.6 K • Completed
Our story begins with a letter, an alicorn, and half her memories gone. ‘Dear Princess Twilight,’ it reads, written in beautiful calligraphy, ‘you have consented to magically-induced temporary amnesia. Don’t worry! If Discord—who you should remember—did as agreed, your memories since moving to Ponyville have been altered. Crucially, certain ponies in your life have been removed from your memories, so as to prove a very important point on the matter of destiny and…- 2.6 K • Oneshot
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