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    • Epilogue

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      by Monochromatic It would be romantic to say that fate is in charge of us all. That it was destiny that Twilight Sparkle and I met, destiny we should find each other again. Certainly, I believed it then, but now? Now, as this part of my tale spins to an end, I think that’s not right. Falling in love was inevitable. But loving each other? Loving each other was a choice. That’s what love is, really. In all shapes and forms, it is a choice one has to make over and over again. The choice to love yourself, as…
      MLP:FiM • Alt. Universe • Human • Romance • Sex • Rarity • Twilight
    • i forgot to love you

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      by Monochromatic As Twilight walked away from Carousel Boutique, her hands shoved into her coat pockets, nothing felt exactly real—not the snow falling around her, not the cold biting her face and neck, not even her own body, which seemed to move from pure inertia, controlled by something other than herself.  She was a princess, a job with some of the hardest decisions a person would ever be forced to make. Things like enacting wrong laws, affecting hundreds of people; international trade deals going miserably,…
    • The Council Has Arrived (Fashionably Late)

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      by Monochromatic 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…
    • cicadas in the summertime

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      by Monochromatic Rarity hadn't slept with many men—not because there was shame to it, but because it was simply not her interest—but she’d gone to bed with enough of them to feel she’d pretty much experienced it all, seen it all, felt it all.  Even while still dating Blueblood, she thought she’d pretty much never feel butterflies ever again. That twisting hurricane in her stomach and below, the frenetic beating of a hopeful heart, the dizzying intensity of emotions and thoughts that made it difficult to exist…
    • ’til death do us part

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      by Monochromatic In the dead of the night, staring up at the ceiling, the guilt screaming in her ears as loud as Night Light’s snoring, Twilight Velvet wondered if she was a terrible wife.  She knew she wasn’t in the traditional sense. She did her share of the chores, helped raise two wonderful kids, spoke with him long into the night, and was there for him in sickness and health.  She loved him.  But he’d also been the only thing she’d ever known, her first boyfriend, the two of them…
    • Getting to the bottom of the matter (a.k.a the wallet)

      Getting to the bottom of the matter (a.k.a the wallet) Cover
      by Monochromatic The woman always stopped by the shop every other day at precisely six in the afternoon.  In fact, Rarity thought, her eyes trained on her watch’s hands ticking ever so close to six, she should be here any minute now. She—as in, Rarity—probably oughtn’t to be so obvious about it, should she? No, I shouldn’t, she told herself, walking over to the cash register and pretending to look busy counting the bills she’d already counted before. One, two, three, four—  Ding, ding! chimed…
    • ~ Prologue ~ The Storyteller of Luna Bay ~

      ~ Prologue ~ The Storyteller of Luna Bay ~ Cover
      by Monochromatic On the northwestern-border of Equestria and The Undiscovered West, at the edge of Luna Bay, rested a small forgotten village by the name of Moon Shine. It did not feature on most maps as there was nothing remarkable about it beyond twenty houses, a run-down shop, a small school, a tiny post-office, and an inn older than all of the villagers combined. If somepony had asked North Ridge when was the last time he'd stepped into an Equestrian town, the only truly accurate reply would be thirty-two years ago.…
    • To Accept or Not Accept

      by Monochromatic Finally.  Finally, after three full hours, Incantation had gotten the foals to agree to their afternoon nap. Standing on the Dreamland’s theatre, she proudly watched over the dozen little snoring bundles she called her family.  She knew everything about them, from their favorite colors to their favorite books to their favorite games. She didn’t know all these things because it was her job, mind you, but because they were her family. The foals, unlike their parents, didn’t yet have any…
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