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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…- 29.4 K • Ongoing
We’d rented a cabin a little north of White Tail Woods. I remember the drive there, the wind tussling his blue hair, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine—not as shyly as the first time he got to hold it, but still as gentle. “I’ll get the fireplace going as soon as we get there,” he was saying. “The owner told me there’s a little projector we can use to watch some films, too. What do you think?” I smiled. “I think that sounds lovely.” Even…- 13.2 K • Ongoing
It took them three days to make it to the village, following directions given to them by Incantation. No direct roads ran there; they cut across open country and under the eaves of the great forest, a cloak hiding Mender’s form. Twilight stuck closer to Mender than her own shadow, eyes ever-open for any impediment in her path, any roots, any abrupt dips or hazards that could take the creature by surprise. Their progress was slow but steady. Both she and Mender could endure a long day’s travel,…- 36.5 K • Completed
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
- She stumbled out of the club, the freezing air numbing her very exposed skin, yet doing absolutely nothing about soothing the burn in her heart, searing with a pain so intense it was almost disorienting. She came to a stop right at the edge of the sidewalk, her eyes fixed on a puddle on the street, the most pathetic woman in the world gawking back at her with wide, puffy eyes. “Rarity—!” Someone was calling to her. Delilah, probably. She sounded annoyed. She probably was, Rarity ruining her night…
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- 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…
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- “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
- “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
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