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Art, in all its forms, was a deeply personal experience, Rarity found. Twilight and she discussed the matter once as they talked about a book. The idea of whether one can separate the creator from what’s been created. There were some things they agreed one could do such a thing with, such as scientific matters, for example. If one were to create a mathematical equation or theorem or something of the sort, no matter who they were or what their life experiences were, the result would…- 3.3 K • Ongoing
No power on Earth could stop me. The carriage rushed through the city streets, the poor horses galloping for their lives and mine. I had to see her. I had to see her and somehow set things… not right, I suppose, but straight. Clear the air, and perhaps, if the Gods were good, hope for something more. Whereas Rainbow Dash was outside the carriage, flying beside the horses, Lady Luna and I were seated inside, the two of us silent as we sat directly across from each other. “How are you…- 119.3 K • Completed
When Sophia was a child, she and her mother would have Sunday morning picnics at a park near their home. They would sit under the shade of a big oak tree and lay out a green picnic mat with yellow polka dots. Once they were both sitting down, her mother would make a great show out of presenting Sophia with her meal, which usually consisted of either pasta or a sandwich. She would get a store-bought cookie if she’d been especially good that week. Her mother, on the other hand, always ate tuna.…- 7.8 K • Ongoing
Carousel Boutique had never looked emptier and, in fact, it had never been emptier. Most of her things had already been carted away, taken to the train that would lead her to a new life away from Ponyville. Away from her family. Away from the Everfree Forest, and away from… her. “Rarity… I don’t want you to go…” Trotting out of Carousel Boutique, Rarity stopped and embraced the little filly trailing behind her, whose hot tears stained her elder sister’s coat. Pinkie Pie was…- 352.1 K • Completed
The wheels of the old toy wagon scraped the icy early morning snowed-on pavement, almost but not quite buckling under the weight of the portable guitar amplifier and the portable power generator it was plugged into. Christmas decorations hung all over the ritzy neighborhood apartment, each looking like it wanted to outshow its neighbors. The wheels came to a stop, the handle falling to the ground with a soft thud as Rainbow adjusted the electric guitar hanging from the back of her coat and…- 2.0 K • Oneshot
I'm not yours, and you're not mineBut we can sit and pass the timeNo fighting wars, no ringing chimesWe're just feeling fine I. It was a fact unsaid that Fluttershy and Rarity were the best of friends. Wherever they went, they usually went together, coordinating their busy schedules to match their free time. Fluttershy liked this. She always enjoyed Rarity’s company, right from the start when the unicorn was her only friend, to even now, when she had many other friends…- 2.7 K • Oneshot
“Rarity?” “My darling?” “Remember our trips to Canterlot? Right after our first Grand Galloping Gala, for that job with Princess Celestia?” “Of course. How can I not? I remember it as though it were yesterday.” “Hm. You know, you’ve never told me your side of it.” “I haven’t? Well! I don’t see why I can’t tell you now. It’s a long ride back home, after all.” I. The Princess’s Request You were an enigma, Twilight Sparkle. The very first…- 45.2 K • Oneshot
Her hooves in searing pain with every step they took down the icy, lonely road, Princess Rarity could only think that she’d not expected hell to be this cold. The cold felt like death. There was truly no other way to describe it, biting every part of her it could touch, sneaking in through every exposed part of the torn, dirty coat Rainbow Dash had managed to find for her. “Princess,” Rainbow begged, alarm crystallized in every syllable, “please, just—” “Diamond Star,”…- 25.5 K • Ongoing
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