This story is a sequel to Mundane Utility

Nopony seems to understand how hard this is on her. Maybe Zipp can find joy in social isolation, but the more sensible of the sisters recognizes that she's been largely cut off from fame, fortune, and the constant reinforcing platitudes of those who clearly love her. Still, when Pipp is truly feeling lost, she can always power up Bestie, check the views on her latest video upload, and bask in the approval of the upvote count --

-- what's that little red symbol? That's never been there before...

...okay. Even more to the point: who cast that downvote, and how can Pipp make sure they never do it again?

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While the story is labeled as a sequel, this just indicates that it takes place after the original tale. No extra reading is required.

Only a few days have passed since magic's restoration and when it comes to the little things, Pipp is still trying to adjust. Minor details like 'all of Zephyr Heights still knows I couldn't really fly' and 'I went outside and the dirt got me.' The royal family's reputation still needs a touch of repair, and that's why her mother is considering whether to send the siblings away for a while. Just until the gossip cools down.

Zipp wants to go investigate the new. Pipp would like to have her status quo back, thank you very much. So they can really fly now? Why does that mean things have to change?

...and maybe she can also make... lightning? Electricity? As in 'that stuff which keeps my phone, and therefore me, alive'?

The new might have possibilities. Which includes an increased chance of exile.

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Luna is a strange mare. Cadance is only now just starting to see how strange she is when Luna mentions the unthinkable. Maybe she'll learn something new in the process.

Part of this story appeared as a chapter in Missing Pages & Scrawled Footnotes on May 31st, 2017. It has since been revised and expanded. Contribute to the TVTropes page!

The gang asks a few questions, and receive answers they'd never imagined to get.

They're also a little more scared of Ocellus now, so that's cool too!

Princess Celestia gets legit deaded by everyone's favorite bacon head.

Growing up, Gallus was left to his own devices in a land of cruel and judgmental adults. The School of Friendship is nothing like that, and having creatures believe in him is a very jarring switch.

Luckily, Silverstream is here to help him navigate that.

For a mare of Rarity's calibre, chances to relax are few and far between. Business, clients, and her boutiques in Ponyville, Canterlot, and Manehattan must always come first.

However, when a new, bold, and daring client walks through her door, she might find a long overdue chance to unwind. Drawn in like a moth to the flame, how could she possibly resist?

After all, even a lady must be allowed to indulge once in a while.

Preread by Jondor and Monochromatic.

Art and illustrations by Rossby Waves.

A birthday present for Carapace.

Every week, Rarity goes to Twilight's for tea.
Every week, Rarity tells Twilight about her life in the fashion world.
Every week, Twilight tells Rarity about her research.
Every week, Twilight changes a little bit more.

Written as a very late contribution to Monochromatic's Raritwi Week.

Rarity awakens to discover time has stopped for everyone but her and her love, Twilight Sparkle. And also Trixie. And a growing number of other ponies. And strawberries.

An exquisite corpse is a form of collaborative art where each participant only knows about part of the whole work, and must complete their part with limited context. In this case, each writer only had access to the previous chapter, resulting in the story getting confused, yet still moving forward undeterred. The exception is me having full context when helping out the others.

Participating writers were me, The Red Parade, Gearcrow, WiseLlama, Cynewulf, Ruby, trAce, Lingo, Lopunny, Undome Tinwe, and Nonchalant.

The past can be a tricky thing. There may be pieces of it that you wish you could erase, or others you desperately want to relive just one more time. In the end, all you can do is move forward.

Because while the past is written in stone, immovable and irreplaceable, the future is being shaped like puddy. And before it dries, you'll have time to leave your mark.

Edited by the beautiful Jacky Fresh, and credit to him for the title as well!