Chapters
An entire week went by before Twilight agreed to talk. An endless number of tasks kept appearing on the checklist, kept moving up the list of priorities, and Rarity allowed them to. It had been over a week, yes, but even so, she could still vividly picture the memories Twilight had inadvertently shared, as well as the fear and guilt that had accompanied them and briefly plagued Rarity. In that moment, Twilight Sparkle’s carefully constructed barriers had been ripped away, and it was only polite for…- 352.1 K • Completed
“Princess, do you think the Spirit’s cursed other ponies?” “I don’t know, but I really hope not. If he did, I’d never… Anyway, shouldn’t you two go home?” “No? It wouldn’t be a sleepover, then! You know, I bet Sis isn’t afraid of him! She’ll teach him a lesson!” “…I don’t even want to think of her meeting him…” “Well, we’re not scared of him! If he tries anything against us, we’ll get cutie marks in Spirit butt-kicking!” “Spirit…- 352.1 K • Completed
Princess Denza did not say anything at first. She looked beyond the mares, into the room, and then back at Rarity, still completely and surprisingly silent. “Your Highness! We’ll take care of the intruders!” a senior unicorn guard exclaimed, enveloping everypony’s hooves with magic, almost like he wanted to hoofcuff them. “Please return to the throne room until the area is secure!” “Secure?!” Rarity protested. “Have you even looked at us?! I have children with me!” “We’re…- 352.1 K • Completed
- When Twilight Sparkle awoke that morning, she thought it was understood that Rarity didn’t like her, and was only trying to overcompensate out of some misplaced, unnecessary guilt. But now. Well, frankly, even before then, but especially right then and there, the spotlight shining over them, Twilight couldn’t explain Rarity’s actions away. What she had just done was not something somepony did out of misplaced guilt. This was. This felt like. This seemed like flirting. The real…
- 22.1 K • Ongoing
- Today we find the elderly Hortensia “Abuela” Mondragon in her most natural and comfortable state: being a relentless busybody. Standing thin and tall under the frame of the kitchen door, wearing her Wednesday best, Abuela takes in the state of affairs through her thick, blue glasses: the counters piled with ingredients in varying states of preparation; a cookbook titled ‘America Does Have a Cuisine’ propped open to a meatloaf recipe; and, most importantly, her fellow elder Po Po—short…
- 5.5 K • Oneshot
To say that I’d moved on wasn’t correct. To say that I’d let her go wasn’t right, either. The truth of the matter is that I had learned to live around her absence. I suppose it’s like losing a limb. You will never have it back, you will always know it’s gone, things will always be different, but with time and patience, things will become normal again. Not the same. Never the same. But normal. All right. Okay. My heart had learned to navigate blood around…- 13.2 K • Ongoing
Every Friday, from five in the afternoon to eleven at night, Pinkie Pie did volunteer work. It wasn’t anything special, but she loved doing it anyway. She liked to help. Three girls waited by their school’s exit, as students often did when classes had ended for the week. The chatter of adolescents on the cusp of adulthood filled the air, every single one of them preoccupied with one of the most crucial details of their lives: what to do during the weekend. “Personally,” said Rarity, leaning…- 5.4 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
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