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Princess Luna sat by the sea. It was a sea made of stars, stretching out before her like an endless expanse, constellations and galaxies and lustrous nebulae swirling around the abyss in a pattern that made no particular sense. Life, she’d found, didn’t often make sense. Life, really, was just a series of things and events that didn't make sense, but one had to try to make sense of them nonetheless. For a thousand years— For most of her life, Princess Luna’s thoughts…- 29.4 K • Ongoing
Twilight Sparkle wrote in her notebook in neat purple pen: The Elephant in the RelationshipRarity and Rainbow Dash (3 years together - March 20XX to March 20XY) are having relationship issues. Things felt easier to contend with when she could see them written before her—especially things she hated to have to deal with, like the cheesy Christmas music blaring out the mega-mall speakers, or the fact that two of her dearest friends were clearly having relationship…- 3.1 K • Oneshot
- It was common knowledge that ponies could only see in shades of gray. Color would only enter their world the day they met their soulmate, the one being that, so everyone knew, they were destined to be with for the rest of their life. A pony’s perfect match, more than anypony else in the entire world. “One day, Twilight. One day, I shall find him, and everything will fall into place.” Every day, usually at around noon, Rarity the unicorn would sit down at a bench in Ponyville’s train station…
- 22.1 K • Ongoing
Twilight was concerned, to say the least. She crossed the gravel streets with firm, quick steps, again clutching the outdated map Flint insisted on giving her every time she stepped out. Though she made an effort to smile and greet passersby, her brilliant mind was distracted by the very simple fact she hadn’t the faintest idea on how to give a class. How could she, when she had yet to receive one herself? This was the thought that hounded her, whispered in her ear until she turned right on…- 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
You can think againWhen the hand you wanna hold is a weapon andYou're nothin' but skin Her eyes. It was her eyes that scared Rarity. Angry. No, not only angry. There was something else to them, something deeply upsetting that Rarity couldn’t figure out. But it—whatever it was—was there, lurking and hissing, and keeping the unicorn up at night. Which wasn’t hard when she was already a… forced guest of the gaudiest, darkest castle she’d ever seen in her life. Dark…- 3.0 K • Completed
Every morning, Gustave Bones followed a strict and precise routine. First, only after waking to his alarm, he would acknowledge morning had arrived by peering out the window and joyfully greeting the Last Resort’s sun. He had specifically chosen this biome of the Vast because it had a sun to greet, unlike the one his good friend Howard worked for—that one was always dark as the resident hotel’s guests were, ah… how did Sophia put it? Goth Emos? Anyhoo! Afterwards, he…- 3.0 K • Completed
- For as long as she could remember, Twilight Sparkle regretted never having kissed Sunset Shimmer. It was a thought that had always lived in her mind, buried for months and months until some silly little detail would force it to resurface, and she’d find herself thinking about her childhood crush, her childhood mistake, and the silly regret of never having taken the plunge. What if she had kissed Sunset at the train station? Or at the swings? How many kisses would they have shared if Twilight had…
- 119.3 K • Completed
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