If your entire life was nothing but an endless expanse of ordered grey, what would you do?

For the last 200 years, Equestria has been moulded and formed into the perfect order where there can be no creativity, no imagination, no emotions and nothing outside of perfection, just normalcy. There can be no chaos or disharmony, no madness or malevolence when only order rules but the pristine, perfect world is cracked and rotten at its core.

Twilight Sparkle, a young unicorn studying under the Princess herself will soon discover what Equestria had lost 200 years ago and what lengths she will have to go to bring back that which has been stowed away for centuries.

Because sometimes order is a far more vile thing than chaos could ever be.

When you live forever, what do you do with your time?

Do you love and lose, win and fall, hope and curse?

Do you seek to outrun the truth or face it valiantly?

Twilight Sparkle is dead, never to return, never to smile or pout or have that twinkle, that sparkle in her eyes again. Twilight Sparkle is dead and together, two creatures born with eternal life, two creatures brought together by sorrow and circumstance must try to overcome the simple fact that she is dead, that she has passed on and left them all alone.

But perhaps, through death and the passing of a loved one, something else can bloom from the ashes.

I absolutely detest writing out descriptions for my stories because I suck at capturing what the story is truly about in them.

Anyway, this is my first romance story, involving Spike and Celestia, so it's a peculiar couple indeed.This is also my first truly sad story so I hope I captured some feels.

Golden eyes and a large, curved front tooth were the first give-aways. I was changing and I knew it. I was changing into the monster from my dreams, no, my nightmares.

That wasn't all though. He left me a last little gift as he called it, sending me into a deep slumber only to awaken inside the room of a large white horse with a horn and wings. And she did not look happy.

Adjusting to a land filled with ponies is hard, adjusting to a land filled with ponies whilst you can feel your body and mind change is harder.

I had hoped that if I write down my memoirs I would escape him, escape his influence and his power and his alterations.

How wrong I was. Now I can only recite my tale as I feel the last shards of my sanity leave me. As I feel him beginning to take over.

You can find the artist of the picture at: Poor Yorick

I'll add tags/characters later depending on what I plan for this.

After the Pandorica falls into the exploding TARDIS, it throws The Doctor through the very last crack in time, a crack through which he can cross universes.No TARDIS, no screwdriver, a whole new pony body and a certain unhappy plasmavore that fell through with him, The Doctor begins to think that perhaps his plan was not as fool proof as it could have been.

How will The Doctor protect the highly confusing, sentient ponies from the plasmavore that seems to be harbouring an unholy grudge against all things Timelord? How will he adjust to his new body? And most importantly, why does he have a sudden craving for...pears.

Well, at least he still has his bow tie.

Discord has been trapped for a year now, anger and his sadness has been bubbling beneath his skin more and more on each passing day and soon enough he begins to doubt himself. When Celestia herself frees him from stone he starts to follow a new path. However, when an evil stirs from Discord's past will he be able to step forward and confront it or will he flee in terror from the darkest aspect of the Equestrian lands, the creature that was and still is, father to Discord.

This will contain some gore later, I'm not entirely sure how in depth it will be but better to be safe then sorry. Slight romance will also be seen later but between whom? Lastly, this is in fact my first fanfiction and whilst you probably don't care about that please be gentle. Needless to say, my body is not ready but I shall grin and bear the criticism. Just, please, don't go overboard.