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Once upon a time, the princess of the night loved Hearth’s Warming eve, partaking in the many festivities and pastries. It was the holiday where she shone, where events went on long past midnight, and her subjects for once stayed up with her, laughing and dancing and celebrating. Then she became Nightmare Moon. Then Equestria was told for a thousand years that she was a dastardly, evil pony bent on bringing night-everlasting (which, granted, she was, but still). Then she came back, but ponies no…- 1.9 K • Oneshot
“What’s wrong, Fluttershy?” Fundraisers at the Pet Center always came bundled with all kinds of emotions for Fluttershy. She knew all her little animal friends needed homes, and she was thrilled to see them go with a loving family, but she couldn’t deny she was also quite sad to see them go. Her eyes wandered over the crowd of ponies gathered outside her cottage, each one entranced by all animals running around and finding new owners. Fluttershy lingered on a little filly playing with a male…- 1.8 K • Oneshot
Shall we swoon over the day Celestia taught Rarity thatFlying on Cloud Ninewas not impossible after all If Rarity had to find a word with which to describe that particular night, she would have settled on the word ‘remarkable’. Yes, a rather remarkable night due in part to three simple things. Firstly, it was Canterlot’s Grand Winter Gala, where designers from all over came to flaunt their artistic creations to the wealthiest of nobles. Secondly, Rarity was attending as the personal guest…- 4.0 K • Oneshot
“If your life was a book, what would it be about?” It was lucky that Ponyville’s streets were empty, or else Rarity wouldn't have heard Twilight’s voice. She’d barely slept the previous night, staying up until six in the morning working on an order for a client, so her drowsy mind still had trouble processing sounds. It certainly didn’t help that it was a particularly chilly morning, and her scarf was doing absolutely nothing to alleviate the cold. Twilight had stopped in front of a wall,…- 4.5 K • Oneshot
XIV. Words Spoken in Anger Sharp Silk hated the dresses. He hated them, and in retrospect, I can't blame him. No, Twilight, I cannot blame him. Regardless of how much heart we put into them, they were hardly a display of my abilities. They were simple and elegant, yes, but considering the fact that the submission deadline had been announced nearly three weeks prior… well… it's natural he expected something more elaborate. I was shamed when he critiqued them, but I was also not terribly…- 45.2 K • Oneshot
XV. The Deafening Silence We did not talk that week. Or, well, we did, I suppose, if you count monosyllabic greetings and thank yous for the coffee and teas as ‘talking’. You remember what I said earlier? How I missed you so horridly those few days we were embroiled in the entire Spike affair and we barely spoke? Well, this, darling, this was much worse. I did not know what to say, what to do, or how to make amends for the damage I’d done. There is nothing for me in…- 45.2 K • Oneshot
XVIII. A Talk Between Delinquents Life works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it? It’s such a trite expression, used by everypony so often that it’s lost any shred of meaning, and yet it’s true. Life has a tendency, I’ve found, to give you what you want exactly at the precise moment when you don’t want it, and in a way you never wanted it. Is it a way to punish us for being demanding? Entitled? Taking things for granted? Life is a cruel prankster. And its cruelest prank, I thought…- 45.2 K • Oneshot
Ponies told her she was silly. She lived in Ponyville. A little town in the middle of nowhere, inhabited by simple folk who did not wear or care about clothes in the least. To try and sell clothes to them would be akin to trying to sell food to a rock. But she didn’t care, because she was a designer, and clothes were her medium. She’d had a few successful sales before—small ones, as she was not a very good designer back then—but it wasn’t about the money or the success or any such…- 3.3 K • Ongoing
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