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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
- 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
- No one notices themselves growing up. Days go by, one after the other, everything about you feeling the same in every way until something shocks you into realizing you’re not only no longer a child, but it’s been quite some time since you were one. It had been well over a decade since that play, since I allowed Princess Booky to fade away as nothing but a childhood idol, and yet. And yet, standing a few feet away from Princess Twilight, watching her look over a newspaper, my hands…
- 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 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
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