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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.…- 20.0 K • Ongoing
I wondered about her later that night, lying on the bed of one of the Carousel’s more expensive rooms, a thin silk bedsheet covering half my naked body as the tips of my fingers toyed with a pink crystal hanging from my neck. I wondered about my mysterious stranger and her gaze that had frightened and enraptured me, her strange equations and the haunting words she’d offered me. I wondered if perhaps she wondered about me too. “What are you thinking about, my dear?” I turned my gaze and…- 119.3 K • Completed
Princess Twilight had read Fritter Cobbler’s letter about thirty times or more. Sitting atop opposite bookcases, every single time I looked up from the book I was barely reading, I’d find her still staring at the worn letter, her expression indecipherable. I put my book down and folded my hands on my lap, as I did whenever I wanted to pry into her heart. “Princess?” She didn’t look up at first. “You don’t have to call me that anymore,…- 13.2 K • Ongoing
- Her eyes flickered briefly towards the window and the snowflakes pelting against it. It reminded her of her home in the north, and with a pang, she wished she were there. No one could really cheer her up like Shining Armor could. Well, maybe I could, but I had been the one to do the hurting, in this case. “Only Fluttershy is coming?” Though she likely did not mean it in that way, Lady Celestia’s question hung heavy in the heart of the woman seated on the other side of the Lady’s desk. It…
- 119.3 K • Completed
Celestia remembered it like it was yesterday. Her little sister—a unicorn barely past her fillyhood—weeping over the deer, the animal’s breathing heavy and pained, its mangled legs torn beyond any hope of repair. She remembered the thick scent of blood staining the air, heavy and sickening and sad. “Shhh, little one. We will help you.” Luna was cradling the deer’s head, whispering comforting words as if the deer could even listen, its gaze unfocused and dazed. “You will be…- 1.6 K • Completed
Dear friend... I hope it’s not too presumptuous of me to call you such. I’m well aware I’m just another in a long line of individuals vying for your attention, but considering what’s at stake, I believe it is best to be bold. To hope that if I play my cards well—and goodness, I had better play them well, or else—you will indeed become my dear, dear friend. So, that being said, let me paint you a scene. Inside an opulent white manor, the lives of three women collide…- 3.8 K • Ongoing
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
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
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