Chapters
V. The Humdrum of Routine It’s interesting how quickly one falls into routine, into patterns that are both familiar and novel, tacitly established as most things are. I never expected you to buy us coffee in the mornings, yet you always did. You never expected me to buy us tea at night, yet I always did. So many things begin silently, have you noticed? Or, rather, not silently so much as…there’s a word for it…unnoticed? That’s not quite it, but I can’t think of anything else.…- 45.2 K • Oneshot
They were in the break room when it happened. Lunchtime was usually a loud affair, the two of them engaged in archaeological conspiracy theories more often than not. But that time was quiet. Quiet as Ambris ate her sandwich, and quiet as Daring poked at her salad. Something was wrong—it didn’t take a genius to notice—but Ambris felt at a loss for how to ask or even whether she could ask. Daring was by no means a child, already one foot towards college, but all Ambris could see at that…- 5.4 K • Oneshot
- VIII. Piercing Fire I heard somewhere, sometime, that no two individuals can be together without breaking another’s heart. He was invaluable, to you and to me. Even now, even today, it is hard to consider our life together without him being a part of it. Even if he was a child, regardless of whether it was a mere crush or more, you cared so much about him—even at the cost of us. The train had been delayed, do you remember? Some unfortunate accident of the sort, a rockslide or engine…
- 45.2 K • Oneshot
- 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
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
Princess Rarity was planning the single most important birthday in all of the soon-to-be-hers kingdom of Equestria. No, it wasn’t her own birthday, for her own birthday would never ever ever be planned by her. It would be planned by the entire kingdom, would be attended by the entire kingdom, and would be the talk of the entire kingdom. Twilight Sparkle’s birthday, however, could not be interrupted by the entire kingdom. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel every mare, stallion, colt, and filly should…- 15.9 K • Completed
- There would be no backing down here. No conceding, no making allowances, no losing. Ripple might be the director, but she was Ambris Knot. He had a big office, sure, decorated with all sorts of antique relics and rare books, but the library itself was her office. She was the heart and soul of that entire place, and—! And—! “Yes, I know you have tenure, Ambris,” Director Ripple said with a big, boisterous laugh, adjusting the sleeves of his suit before folding his hands on his desk.…
- 5.4 K • Oneshot
- XI. Little Gestures I didn’t say anything at first. It didn’t feel like I needed to. Or, really, if I must be honest with you, if only because you are now mine, I didn’t want to tell you. Partly because I still was unsure of the entire thing, still didn’t quite know how to act, but also because there was a...a… There was a secret little thrill to be had at having the upper hoof and using it to my full advantage. It’s true, there is something exciting about being on…
- 45.2 K • Oneshot
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