Old things die to make room for the new. That is the way of the world. But me? I watch the world grow old.

Thanks to RoMS and ROBCakeran53 for editing.

Cover art is by me. Pencil, india ink, and watercolor on paper.

This story is a sequel to A Motherly Princess

Throughout her thousands of years of life, Princess Celestia ruled the land of Equestria, fair and benevolent. No other ruler had a greater love of their people than her. However, her heart yearned for a child to care as her own. But at last, her desires were fulfilled

However, there was one fear that Celestia knew all to well in that matter. Sooner or later, she would have to face it.

This marks the final part of my Momlestia Trilogy.

Cover Art by Not-Ordinary-Pony

If she had been a good little filly, she would have listened to her mommy and daddy and her teacher and the esteemed mayor of Ponyville. If She had been a good little filly she would have stayed indoors, hiding under her bed as she waited for the Royal Guard and the Princesses to arrive and deal with the dragon. If she had been a good little filly, the kind of child that always got what she wanted for Hearth's Warming, she would not be on the trail leading up the mountain, to where the dragon now rested.

Glitter Belle is not a good little filly. She is a curious one, whose curiosity has brought her face to face with a very, very large dragon. Let's hope it's in the mood to talk.

This is 100% Approved by Twilight's Library

There exists in any given location either an inn or bar where the locals meet at the end of a long work day and trade drinks and stories. By the ancient laws of happenstance, the same must be true for areas where the permanent population is exactly one. Now, most would assume it would default to those creatures preferred drinking area in their own house. These people have never been to the only truly lonely place in Equestria. On the border of the unending sea and the badlands there sits an Inn, with a strange bartender. If one comes seeking riches or fame, he will gladly kick you out, stating the only riches here are booze and misery. But if you come for a strong drink and an ear to listen to your problems, then you have found your home.

Rocking the featured box again. Can I get a hoorah? 2/12/19 for those curious.

Soarin knows it's almost Valentine's day, and remembers his old crush Rainbow Dash. Ever since he had moved away five years ago, he hadn't seen her, or even get to tell her goodbye. With hope that she'll write him back, he decides to write her a love note.

This story is a sequel to Brother Bothers

Takes place during Season 5; Rated Teen for violence (aside from the expected slapstick, there is also minor blood/gore, though a little heavier during the August segment, and attempted murder at some points) and some elements involving non-consensual magic used on the characters, as well as some unfortunate side effects of both mind and body.

A polo shirt and a suit jacket. A comedian and a college student. A silly pony and a serious pony. A party pony and a business pony. An older brother and a younger brother.

Such is the relationship of Cheese and Tomato Sandwich.

After the events of the Fall Festival, the two have decided to end their feud and rebuild their relationship, hoping to regain the same bond they had when they were little. Though they had mostly corresponded through letters and had a nice Hearth's Warming holiday, Cheese feels it's not enough.

Come summer, and he's taking Tomato on a cross-country road trip to let his baby bro see for himself just what life on the road is like and to give him a break from Manehattan.

Of course, as fun as the trip sounds, there's no telling what kind of mishaps and dangers that these brothers would end up in. Between the parties and the goofy antics they get into, they also find themselves facing both inner demons and outer monsters, facing millenium-old legends, and taking inadvertent dips into darkness that could very well destroy them both.

This trip would either bring them to a greater understanding of each other, or rip them apart once more.

Yet another installment in the saga of the Brothers Sandwich. Hooray for buddy road-trip stories!

It's the oldest chocolate shop in Equestria, the very first -- and on this night, it's also out of business. The final treats have been sold, the vultures have already begun to circle the equipment, and the proprietor polishes the remains out of pure habit while wondering what to do with her life. But that question will have to wait, as she has one more customer to take care of.

The very first.

(A stand-alone, no-prior-reading necessary part of the Triptych Continuum, which has its own TVTropes page and FIMFiction group. New members and trope edits welcome.)

Now with author Patreon and Ko-Fi pages.
Cover art by Pikamander2.

War is brutal. It asks you questions with no right answers. It leaves scars on your body and mind.

War is a game in which you will always lose.

And Rainbow Dash might've just lost everything.

Scootaloo has always been a filly with big dreams, but can they all come true?
At the very least, she can always follow in the hoofsteps of her hero, right?

(For an amazing follow-up/side-story, please read Shine by The Descendant.)
( Muffinz has written an awesome instrumental track here: EQBeats Page. Check it out!)
(Another great song here written by Fifths89 over on Youtube: Tiny Wings. Give it a listen!)

"All my life, I've wanted to fly
But I don't have the wings, and I wonder why
I can't break away..."
Most pegasi figure out flying easily enough. Heck, most of them figure out how to do it before they even get their cutie marks.

But not me. I couldn’t do it, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn’t even hover. Not for more than a few seconds, anyway. And not even Rainbow Dash, the greatest flier in Equestria, could seem to help me. We tried everything, and I failed every time. Day after day, I tried – and day after day, I failed, until finally I was ready to just give up. I’d never be able to do it. Nopony would ever be able to help me to fly...

...until one day, somepony did.