The line between dreams and reality is blurred, yet Pinkie Pie still smiles.

She tries to provide a living example. Demonstrating how much better things could be when you're just happy and willing to get close. Of course, there are those who say that Izzy gets a little too close. But when she's in a new place every day, the disorientation is almost constant and she just needs to center on something sort of familiar... then at least there's other ponies. Frequently at a proximity of roughly seven tail strands.

Maretime Bay isn't fully comfortable with that. Which may be why the bulk of it just took out a restraining order. Trying to get Izzy to back off, just a little, until she learns to respect personal space.

Or maybe they're just trying to make an example out of her.

Cover art from a vector capture by Lavender-Bases.

(Now with author Patreon and Ko-Fi pages.)

In the wake of a harrowing experience in the caves beneath The Pie Farm, Pinkie Pie is left twice-cursed—first by disturbing visions, and then by a question: will she ever sleep again?
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Huge thanks to Chudo, RB, TMBT, Oblivion, Wayward, Smokinguy, and gapty for helping fine-tune the fic via prereading and editing.

Cover art done by MissTwipie.

Princess Celestia needs to have Blueblood assassinated.

For reasons.

Rarity seems like a good choice to do that, right?

Derived from a very silly conversation three months ago between Dewdrops on the Grass, The Sleepless Beholder, and myself.

Featured 4/6/2023 - 4/13/2023!

Now with a Russian translation by GrandCat!

Reviewed by Loganberry in the blog Louder Yay!, earning a three out of five stars rating!

Featured on Equestria Daily on 4/11/2023, as well as in their 25 More of the Best Rarity Fanfics to Read for Rarity Day on 9/8/2023!

Bit is the first of her kind, a pony that was made from carved crystal and supernal circuitry. For many years she worked, obedient to the will of her master in endless repetition. She knew nothing else, not boredom, not satisfaction from her work, not anger or resentment or joy. Existence was obedience to directive, purpose fulfilled.

But around her, the world was changing. Her home wasn't Equestria, but the last surviving Crystal City, defiant to the Windigos and the imperial decree of Alicorns alike. She did not know, and could not care, how much the ponies of Zircon suffered under the rule of their king. But she was there the day those whispers united in a defiant chorus.

When the fires were still smoldering, she returned to her work. Generations came and went, and still she labored. It was all she was, all she knew, all she wanted. Until the day her last broom broke.

For the first time in her existence, Bit doubted.

Daily for the first four days, because Christmas. Updates Thursdays after that. Edited by Two Bit and Sparktail. Cover by Zutcha.

A story about finding the center of the maze.

Rainbow Dash absolutely loves the Daring Do series, and she's aware that other ponies have written their own Daring Do stories. Once Rainbow Dash had finished the series, she needed something else to read. Perhaps some of the many fanfictions out there would be a good read, right?

Warning: this story contains explicit language and may upset certain viewers. Rainbow Dash gets very frustrated. Read at your own risk!

Submitted for the 31shotober challenge!

3/17/23
This piece has received a very nice reading from
TheLostNarrator!

Graduation was supposed to be a happy day for the Rainbooms. Sunset and Princess Twilight had both agreed to temporarily shut the portal to Equestria so they could leave CHS safe and sound while they went on a post-graduation band tour. However, instead of SHUTTING the portal, they somehow made it explode, shattering the multiverse and scattering the Rainbooms across countless different universes. Now, Sunset Shimmer finds herself face-to-face with creatures straight out of dreams and nightmares, from the pages of legend to the screen of cinema.

Her best chance to reunite with her friends and get home: a self-proclaimed "Giant Nerd" and his old jalopy of a car, both of which are native to a world of silent observers of the multiverse, including her own life with the Rainbooms. Between his guidance and her courage, the two of them are determined to reunite the Rainbooms and get them back home...

Even if that means facing ink demons, xenomorphs, genocidal time-looping children, or even Egyptian god cards.

((The most blatant of self-insert fics. I am 100% aware of that. This is just a project to help me unwind.))

The foggy feeling like you're wandering through a dream, disconnected from the world around you. Sunset Shimmer experiences that every day. Ponies struggle to remember her, she suffers from random bouts of exhaustion, and at eighteen, she still has no cutie mark.

Despite the claims her mother makes, Sunset knows she is broken in some way. It isn't until her nineteenth birthday that she discovers why.

When her perception of herself and the world around her shatters, Equestria will face the consequences of the villain... or the hero, it was never supposed to have.

Rumor has it that there's a very intriguing painting on display at the Canterlot Art Museum. It's attracted the affluent, the famous, the critics... and the attention of the authorities investigating the elite patrons' disappearances.

Amazing reading by Pony&Wolf Productions here!

Written for a "Three Rules" Panic Fiction contest for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group. We each had 3 prompts related to a theme, my theme I received was "color", and my rules were:

1. Your fic must name at least three colors named in it.
2. Your fic must have a version of the words "vivid" and "dull" in it (adjective or adverbs or verbs or names or whatever).
3. Your fic must describe a color in an unusual way, or with words normally used for a different sense (crisp yellow, loud purple).

You can take the quiz for deciding the prompt here if you're curious. We (Quills and Sofas) are on Discord here if you'd like to join us for more writing madness.

You may think I'm talking to myself. I'm not... I can assure you that I'm speaking to someone.

I just wish I wasn't.