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Death follows Princess Twilight Sparkle like the most loyal of servants. It trails after her as she walks, every footstep casting a dark shadow as endless as the vacant expression in her eyes, surveying her lonely prison made up of tombs for dead trees. She wished she could die. She wished it so often, the poor lonely princess, her fingertips idly brushing against her neck, morbidly recalling facts she’d read from coroners’ reports of people long gone. It could be…- 13.2 K • Ongoing
They had a whole needlessly complicated system now. They could text. They could DM on PictoGram. Twilight would even go as far as being okay with calling—like the old times!--but she’d quickly learned Rarity Belle liked doing things her way. First, she ‘politely’ knocked (see: insistently and impatiently knocked) her fist on the wall her bedroom shared with Twilight’s office nook, like so: THONK THONK THONK! Twilight looked up from the three-hour video essay she was forty minutes…- 14.7 K • Ongoing
- She stumbled out of the club, the freezing air numbing her very exposed skin, yet doing absolutely nothing about soothing the burn in her heart, searing with a pain so intense it was almost disorienting. She came to a stop right at the edge of the sidewalk, her eyes fixed on a puddle on the street, the most pathetic woman in the world gawking back at her with wide, puffy eyes. “Rarity—!” Someone was calling to her. Delilah, probably. She sounded annoyed. She probably was, Rarity ruining her night…
- 14.7 K • Ongoing
Once upon a time, Manehattan had been the mecca for fashion, the bustling city bursting with the latest in fashion stores and fashion trends and fashion everything-you-could-name. But that was a long time ago. If ever in Equestria—frankly, not just Equestria, but in the entire realm—there had been a city dedicated to fashion in every aspect of its design, it was Coeur de Couture. Four mountains, a myriad of art, beauty fit to blind the heavens, and no waiting. A pony could try and…- 8.7 K • Completed
- We’d rented a cabin a little north of White Tail Woods. I remember the drive there, the wind tussling his blue hair, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine—not as shyly as the first time he got to hold it, but still as gentle. “I’ll get the fireplace going as soon as we get there,” he was saying. “The owner told me there’s a little projector we can use to watch some films, too. What do you think?” I smiled. “I think that sounds lovely.” Even…
- 13.2 K • Ongoing
- When I was, oh, about twelve or so, I played a starring role in the school’s yearly play. I’d been hoping for a romantic affair, where I would kiss the leading boy. Unfortunately, our teacher decided we should properly re-enact the kingdom’s most famous legend instead. “But that’s boring,” a girl protested. “That’s what Seeking Night is for,” a boy yawned. “There’s no romance in there!” I whined, crossing my arms and pouting. “And what’re the boys…
- 13.2 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
- “Applejack,” Rarity said, nursing a drink as clubgoers walked past their table, “I shouldn’t be here.” “What?” Applejack said, putting down her beer. “You’d rather be at home crying in bed over whats-his-name?” “We were together five years, Applejack,” Rarity replied, privately relieved that saying it aloud hadn’t drawn out tears then. Every second, she thought of him. Every stupid, quiet moment, she thought of him. God, she was tired of it. Her eyes lingered on two men…
- 14.7 K • Ongoing
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