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Once upon a time, Twilight Sparkle did what could be called a pretty severe ‘oopsie’ and created a multidimensional space where ponies from across all universes could meet up. What was initially considered the precursor to the end of the known universe soon became a happy accident when it was determined the space-time continuum would not collapse, and thus ponies across dimensions could meet repeatedly without consequence. Among the many councils that were formed after the joining of the universes…- 1.1 K • Oneshot
“Do you think relationships matter?” The question floated into the air like a feather on the breeze. Floating, and floating, and floating and hoping to land somewhere that made sense. Twilight’s eyes followed the invisible query, her back on the bed and her friend’s chin on her stomach. Did things ever matter, she wondered. “What?” asked Pinkie, a frown marring her face. “What’d you mean?” “I don’t know,” said Twilight. It was just a thought, she thinks a second…- 1.1 K • Oneshot
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
Rarity was a fish in a small pond. No one in Ponyville cared about clothes, not really. Sometimes they wore them, sure, especially for Seeking Night, but beyond that, she’d always known she was niche. She dreamed of making it in Manehattan or Canterlot one day, where more ponies cared for such things, and she’d be famous and great, but back then, all she wanted was to share. And she was good at it, too, which is relevant but not to build her up or put anyone down. It was just a fact,…- 3.3 K • Ongoing
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
Fry was… frustrating. She really didn’t get him. Sure, Leela didn’t think herself heartless, and she understood that he missed the past, but wasting away his days watching TV, eating his weight in retro food, and just… well, being plain sad? Not to mention just outright completely abandoning his friends? He lived in the Now! The Present! It wasn’t like he could go back, so why neglect the friends who love him now? Ugh! Men. Additionally, Fry deciding to ditch…- 1.2 K • Ongoing
- Death was not like Twilight had expected it. I suppose that’s because she couldn’t expect much at all, wandering her library, eyes blacker than a starless, moonless night. This was, after all, what my beloved wanted. This was, after all, what was right, what she deserved. Peace, her endless thoughts so distant and quiet, everything mattering so, so very little. High above, past bookcases gathering dust, hung a chandelier, illuminating the room. She stared up at it, and then…
- 13.2 K • Ongoing
- 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
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