Rarity Belle has been described as many things by many ponies. Some say she is the most beautiful mare to ever live, some say her fashion sense is top notch, some think she is a bit of a drama queen, and some just want to see her mosh.

Rarity Belle may be many things, and a metalhead is most certainly one of them.

Inspired by a silly scene in S7Ep9. I promptly took a screencap and made it the cover art.

I'm not sorry.

EDIT: Due to me being a (man)whore, I'm making a second chapter/epilogue/new-part/something. Brace yourselves for even more metal. Changed my mind, sorry.

Fear, it is a powerful thing.

I built my empire on it. I made it all mine with it. I am fear.

I have armies that inspire fear in my enemies. Slaves that toil night and day out of fear for my wrath. Entire civilizations tread wary around my presence. I am fear.

I am fear.

I actually found the beginning of this in my GDocs. I started it a long while ago and just found it among all the other unfinished things I started... I hope you all enjoy it.

It seems that many evils are returning, after being banished or locked away for centuries. I have taken the time to find out what else we may have in store. We've seen Nightmare Moon return, Discord's escape, and the Changeling Invasion. How can we be certain we will prevail next time?

Yeah, this is my first new fic in a long time, so be gentle, or not.

A carved wooden box, resting on a nightstand.

tap tap tap

Resting inside a lone gem, crumbling away into dust. The powers of life fading with it.

Just a short work. I was feeling like writing horror, so I did. It isn't particularly special, just something I felt like doing. I found the artwork on google images, then added some colour to it.
Seriously, this started just as me experimenting with atmosphere, and it just kinda happened.

ForgottenDreams did a reading: Link

Crystal Static is many things, an artificer, a thinker, a rambler, and apparently a criminal.

Just what did he do that was so bad?

A mildly esoteric questioning of the balance and fairness of modern judicial systems. All wrapped up in pastel coloured pony words.

The Moon is made of cheese, everypony knows this...

well... everypony besides Princess Luna. So ensues a tale of love, loss, life, death, happyness, anger, war and a bunch of pastel colored ponies.

This is my first, and probably only, crackfic.

The Smith lived in an age of wrought iron and sundered steel. Where Knights in Shining Armor were as commonplace as the town bard. But The Smith fell to his own hubris, his own stubborn focus. He lost everything he held dear, and even then, that wasn't enough to achieve his goal.

I found the cover art on google images, so don't hate.

Speed is not everything, and few ponies learn that like Lightning Dust has. She has many regrets, but she is a shining beacon for us all.

Just a short oneshot I just had to do. I had the idea and rolled with it.
I found the cover art on Google Images, don't hate.

I am the fastest pegasus in Equestria. I am a future wonderbolt. I am Rainbow Dash.

Or so I thought...

After the crash, I am not sure what I am anymore.

Cover art by 'Midnight Sonare'.

I am not good at writing, but I am trying. I have difficulty outside of my 'journal style' past tense format, and it isn't an easy thing for me to learn. Just bear with me as I try to write what I was essentially begged to work on even though I am not a good writer.

This story is a sequel to A Queen's Lament

Radiance, Daughter of Queen Chrysalis and Prince Shining Armor, member of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and borderline Egghead. This is her story. This is her life.

I actually didn't plan on writing this, but the success of 'A Queen's Lament' changed that. Hopefully people will like this just as much...

Middy, my go-to cover art guru, made the art of the cover variety.