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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
Princess Luna sat by the sea. It was a sea made of stars, stretching out before her like an endless expanse, constellations and galaxies and lustrous nebulae swirling around the abyss in a pattern that made no particular sense. Life, she’d found, didn’t often make sense. Life, really, was just a series of things and events that didn't make sense, but one had to try to make sense of them nonetheless. For a thousand years— For most of her life, Princess Luna’s thoughts…- 25.4 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
Her hooves in searing pain with every step they took down the icy, lonely road, Princess Rarity could only think that she’d not expected hell to be this cold. The cold felt like death. There was truly no other way to describe it, biting every part of her it could touch, sneaking in through every exposed part of the torn, dirty coat Rainbow Dash had managed to find for her. “Princess,” Rainbow begged, alarm crystallized in every syllable, “please, just—” “Diamond Star,”…- 25.5 K • Ongoing
- Incantation stepped away from 'Twilight', her eyes widening with fear. "Wait, is this--?" “She has nothing to do with this.” The words left Rarity’s mouth as unbidden as they were immediate, her only concern at that precise moment being the panicked changeling beside her. Twicord looked at the changeling. “Leave, then,” he said. Incantation, bless her soul, did no such thing, and in fact stepped closer towards Rarity—not that either of them could do anything…
- 25.4 K • Ongoing
- ✶✶✶✶✶ It wasn’t that Twilight was intentionally stomping down the hallway, but it was hard not to do so when not even the glacial storm outside could chill her fury. But fury at what?At everything, it felt like. Not just Rarity for failing to communicate and pushing her away, but at the situation itself, too. Everything was going wrong, and everything was terrible, and she felt useless at stopping it. Or fixing it. The king was dying and all they could do was sit there and hope…
- 25.5 K • Ongoing
- In the depths of despair, you look towards the suffocating crevice lying before you. You can turn back, coward that you are, and return to a life of certainty. Or, if you so choose, you can take a step forward and fall; knowing not if you'll live or die, but knowing you did what many fear. What will you do, Your Majesty? ✶✶✶✶✶ It had been five weeks since the Great Snowstorm had made the Kingdom its home. From inside the warm royal chamber, Princess Rarity’s bodyguard stared out the…
- 25.5 K • Ongoing
- ✶✶✶✶✶ It had only been a week since King Platinum’s announcement, and yet it felt to Twilight as if everything had changed much more than she’d ever been prepared for. How silly it felt to think that a week ago she’d been concerned over whether Rarity was eating expensive truffles when the townsfolk were hungry. It felt like that had happened millennia ago. In the same way, it felt like the Rarity she loved had existed millennia ago. The echoing of hoofsteps filled the empty halls…
- 25.5 K • Ongoing
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