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Hi everyone. This is Mono! I need to make an announcement regarding the story, and I need it to happen within the story, and this is my website so here I am. I am sorry this isn't an actual update, but it's relevant to updates, so please bear with me. To anyone still reading this, or interested, or invested, I need to be fully upfront with you about something because it is the reason I've not touched the story in months (beyond Grad School) and I am at a point where it feels like cancelling the story…- 40.3 K • Ongoing
On the way home from Canterlot, Rarity the unicorn had unequivocally told anyone and everyone that the second she got to Ponyville, she would be busy resting with a capital R. Until such time as the secret event they were all scheming happened, she would speak to no one (except for Twilight), help no one (except for Twilight), and do nothing (except for… well…) However, as things often go in life, her plans did not pan out as neatly as she’d envisioned them. Doing nothing eventually…- 40.3 K • Ongoing
- Today we find a despondent Sweetie Belle in a place where she wants to be: the bottom of a well. The well is as deep as Canterlot Castle is tall. It is made of blue brick, it is round and narrow, and crucially, there is no water in it so rather than floating, Sweetie is sprawled on the bottom of a well, her face scrunched up into a frown. A distant noise breaks the quiet, and she looks up to find, way off in the distance, a single pony head peering down at her. A call follows soon after, and she can…
- 1.4 K • Oneshot
Once upon a time, Rarity asked Twilight Sparkle a very important favor. "Twilight," she'd said, rushing to leave and catch her train to Canterlot, "I am expecting a letter." "A letter?" Twilight had asked, watching as the unicorn ran to and fro, making sure she'd not forgotten a thing. "Yes, a letter," Rarity asked, wrapping a scarf around her suitcase, and then around her neck when she realised she was the one who needed the scarf. "A very important letter." She stopped mid-wrap and looked…- 2.7 K • Ongoing
In a white and endless expanse, Rarity and Applejack sit on two of six empty thrones in a circle. “You know,” Applejack says, “we never did sit on these much, did we?” In the middle of this circle is a large round table with a map of Equestria. Applejack fidgets a little, feeling an urge to fill in the silence her companion is imposing. "Always a bit too cold. Reckon' that's why we never sat on 'em much." She smiles at Rarity. "Should'a had you give us some your fancy…- 4.3 K • Oneshot
“Do you think relationships matter?” The question floated into the air like a feather on the breeze. Floating, and floating, and floating and hoping to land somewhere that made sense. Twilight’s eyes followed the invisible query, her back on the bed and her friend’s chin on her stomach. Did things ever matter, she wondered. “What?” asked Pinkie, a frown marring her face. “What’d you mean?” “I don’t know,” said Twilight. It was just a thought, she thinks a second…- 1.1 K • Oneshot
Here is a scene delivered unto you as it happened and as it felt: It was a Tuesday afternoon, the weather a cold 40° degrees Fahrenheit , rolling gray clouds shadowing the university grounds and Twilight Sparkle, a half-full backpack hanging from her shoulders. Twilight Sparkle was, in that moment, committing two grave sins. The first—we will speak of the second at a later time—was the sin of hope. Of excitement, of desire, wanting, but she was oblivious to her crime, foolish silly…- 20.0 K • Ongoing
I.No one commented on Twilight’s silence during dinner.She would have liked to think it was because they thought she was tired, but she knew better than that. Maybe Incantation might think that, but she’d seen Princess Luna and Primrose speaking. She couldn’t imagine Princess Luna hadn’t said something, even if she hoped the more personal details had been kept private. She didn’t want Primrose to know what she felt. It shamed her just to think of the elderly mare knowing how deeply hurt…- 18.1 K • Completed
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