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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…- 25.4 K • Ongoing
Rarity Belle liked to think she deserved a great life. She was an up-and-coming designer; she’d graduated from school with honors, been hired immediately after a successful internship with a prestigious designer, and rented a one-bedroom apartment in the city without a guarantor—she was, by and large, successful. She was supposed to be living her best life. She was living her best life, she thought to herself, staring down at the sketchbook on her desk inside her private…- 1.0 K • Oneshot
They’d been stuck in the elevator for about an hour, and considering the energy blasting going on outside, they probably would still be there for several more hours until somepony had enough time to do something about their situation. Twilight sighed, slumped against the jammed door. At least the oxygen spell was holding well enough. She’d always wanted to test it. Always thought she might take a dive deep down into the ocean and cast it there. This definitely wasn’t what she’d…- 1.7 K • Oneshot
Twilight was used to pulling all-nighters, her sleep schedule and eyesight destroyed by the dozens of textbooks she poured over under terrible light. Empty energy drink cans and tea mugs competed for space on her desk. She just wasn’t a morning person. She’d never been one, no matter how hard she’d tried. She felt much more awake at night, which is why she’d signed up for afternoon classes, content with coming home and studying in the peaceful silence of the night. Well, the mostly peaceful…- 14.7 K • Ongoing
- “Okay, this should fit.” Ten minutes later found Rarity watching as her neighbor kindly spread a lavender bedsheet over her modest little couch in her equally modest L-shaped studio apartment. There was a little bedroom section, sparsely decorated with framed posters and corkboards with reminders; a small kitchenette with a microwave that looked like it had seen better days; and then a living room area of sorts, comprising of a small TV, the couch, Twilight’s large desk, and bookcases wherever it…
- 14.7 K • Ongoing
- Blending in a crowd of costumed people outside the club, Applejack waved at Rarity from within the constraints of her full suit of knight armor (sans visor). “Rarity!” Rarity wasted no time rushing towards her, past a group of drunken pirates flirting with aliens, and when Applejack opened her arms for a comforting hug, she was grateful to fall into them. “Oh, thank God you were here,” she sniffled, the affectionate, tight hug enough to break down the wall she’d built on the walk there.…
- 14.7 K • Ongoing
- “Applejack,” Rarity said, nursing a drink as clubgoers walked past their table, “I shouldn’t be here.” “What?” Applejack said, putting down her beer. “You’d rather be at home crying in bed over whats-his-name?” “We were together five years, Applejack,” Rarity replied, privately relieved that saying it aloud hadn’t drawn out tears then. Every second, she thought of him. Every stupid, quiet moment, she thought of him. God, she was tired of it. Her eyes lingered on two men…
- 14.7 K • Ongoing
- They had a whole needlessly complicated system now. They could text. They could DM on PictoGram. Twilight would even go as far as being okay with calling—like the old times!--but she’d quickly learned Rarity Belle liked doing things her way. First, she ‘politely’ knocked (see: insistently and impatiently knocked) her fist on the wall her bedroom shared with Twilight’s office nook, like so: THONK THONK THONK! Twilight looked up from the three-hour video essay she was forty minutes…
- 14.7 K • Ongoing
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