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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
Twilight Sparkle stared at the princess across the room, completely gobsmacked. “What do you mean you ‘guess’ you should wear your spectacles?” Princess Rarity looked up from her desk, furrowing her brow. “...Yes? Father told me I need to be prepared for my meeting with the dignitaries, so I suppose I should take my reading seriously.” Twilight blinked at her, struggling to piece words together for almost a full half-minute before she finally settled on blurting out:…- 1.1 K • Oneshot
Neither of them spoke. Only the town did. It coughed through a stallion walking past them, his body wrapped in layers of warm clothes. It sang through the three carolers standing outside the restaurant’s gates, ignoring the annoyed glances coming from nearby patrons. It cried and laughed and lived through the endless symphony created by ponies living their lives that December afternoon. But it was quiet when it came to Twilight Sparkle and Sweetie Belle. There they sat on an outside table, as…- 1.5 K • Oneshot
“I have to admit this is kinda weird,” Twilight Sparkle said, readjusting herself on the picnic mat for the umptenth time, offering an awkward smile at… well, herself. It had been several hours already since she’d met her counterpart, but she felt she’d never get used to it. “But it is fascinating, though! Why do you think you need glasses and I don’t?” Twilight, the human one, laughed timidly, adjusting said glasses. “I don’t know? Maybe it has to do with our… er… natural forms,…- 1.5 K • Oneshot
I. The first time was a mistake—or a blessing, depending how you looked at it. Peering through her library’s window, Twilight’s horrified eyes tracked the dozens of raindrops smashing against the glass and then sliding down into the muddy ground. To say it was raining would be a generous description. A truly apt one would be to say it was pouring waterfalls. “Oh, Rarity,” said Twilight, apologetically turning to her friend of just three months. She’d invited her over to learn about her…- 5.7 K • Oneshot
“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
I fell gravely ill when I was thirteen. I almost died. I was in bed for several month, at least. Plagued by a disease my parents understood little, and I even less, so dazed by pain I could hardly understand the doctor explaining my condition to my parents and Lady Celestia. He said it would be a miracle if I survived. Would there be a plaque for me, too? 'Here lies little Rarity, taken to a better place by life's cruel disease. Died on a bed, not on a bench.' I don’t remember…- 119.3 K • Completed
- She waited two hours for me. Swinging under the moonlight, her feet kicking off the ground, every back and forth in rhythm with the seconds ticking by. Two long, bloody hours. We’d only been friends for, what, two months or so, maybe? Two measly months, and she waited two hours for me in the cold. She probably would have waited all night. A Sapphire session had gone on longer than I’d anticipated. I’d done my usual tactic of, shall we say, quietly exaggerating my performance so as…
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