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    • who needs an algorithm

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      by Monochromatic 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…
    • what have you done

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      by Monochromatic I held you deep in my arms When your world was falling apart I was the light in your dark I was always there for you when you lost it all No one knew exactly what to do with me.I’d been a prisoner for so long, and then a highly-guarded guest, and now? Now, I was simply another person living in a castle whose ruler was shackled in a dungeon, awaiting punishment.  It had been two weeks since Andromeda released the emotions and memories she’d locked away in that stupid little black box. Two…
    • what have we become

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      by Monochromatic Just tell me, oh, tell me the truthTell me you're too scared to loseEverything that we madeWhile our dreams wash away in the rainDarling, oh, what did you do, love? If my life in the future was plagued by isolation, my return to the present was everything but. If it wasn’t my friends coming to see me daily, it was my parents and my sister, the latter having been allowed to live in my boutique when just the notion of being separated from me after her first visit sent her into a full-blown panic…
    • Unspoken Truths

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      by Monochromatic 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…
    • too sad to cry

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      by Monochromatic 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…
    • The Puppeteer And His Fabulous Marionette

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      by Monochromatic 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…
    • The Celestia Debate

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      by Monochromatic A crisp wind chilled Twilight Sparkle, her wings rustling at her side. Truthfully, she would have liked this meeting to happen inside the castle, where she would be warm, but Cadance had insisted on holding it outside for fresh air. So, there they all were instead—they being herself, Rarity, Princess Luna, Cadance, as well as Spike and Rainbow—all gathered in a courtyard outside the castle.  “So, let me get this straight...” Spike lay slumped in the castle gardens, an enormous claw…
    • stop harshing my vibes with your murder

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      by Monochromatic Rarity Belle liked to think she deserved a great life.  She was an up-and-coming designer; she’d graduated from school with honors, been hired immediately after a successful internship with a prestigious designer, and rented a one-bedroom apartment in the city without a guarantor—she was, by and large, successful. She was supposed to be living her best life.  She was living her best life, she thought to herself, staring down at the sketchbook on her desk inside her private…
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