Discord had done it. He had turned Ponyville into the Chaos Capitol of the World, the Mane Six were torn apart, and he was above it all. But then, that accursed letter was brought to Twilight, and all his hard work was unravelling by the second. Before he was turned to stone again, however, he noted that there was one crucial thing in his plan.

He was dying.

That's right, he was dying. The Princesses knew they turned him to stone, but they didn't know that the nature of the Elements would poison a being of pure chaos. Well, before he had to pass on, the dying spirit transferred his essence and power to a host that was compatible with the magic of the Elements and Equestria's harmonic nature, and the host he chose, was none other than Twilight Sparkle herself.

Thankfully, Twilight is still herself (mostly), but can everyone cope with the new spirit of chaos being none other than the Element of Magic herself? And how would Twilight react to this?

This story got featured. Formerly on haitus for editing and for the idea train.

A reckless narrator, a careless Twilight, and the foretold apocalypse walk into a bar.

Where the heck is the punchline?

Please read the whole story in the voice of the narrator from the Stanley Parable, as it makes it that much more amazing. Thank you.

As always, I would like to thank my editors: Doctor, Disco, Doctor Disco, and incompetence.

Adieu.

This story is a sequel to The Heart That Forgot How to Feel

Professor Haysworth, Ponyville's local robotics expert, built a 'Personal Duplicate' of Liam the Human's wife, Fluttershy, giving her her old life back. She was granted a second chance at life, given the original mare's memories and personality, and, after three days of returning, Fluttershy is having trouble adjusting where she left off.

She has been experiencing flashes of her old life, seeing old memories that took place between being in labour and her own death. Due to this, she has this gut feeling that draws her towards someplace haunting that leaves her questioning her existence. She asks herself, ''What am I?'', and she does this by going to where she was buried.

For most of her time in Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle has insisted that she is not, in fact, a Changeling.

Today, she has something important to tell her friends.

Written for the F*** This Prompt #8 contest.
Partial inspiration from The_One_Butcher.

Pinkie Pie has a secret that not even she knows about.
What will the truth affect? Well, probably not that much, to be honest.
But it sure makes for a neat party trick!

Filed as "Teen" just to be safe, but all mentionings are very circumspect.
An entry for the Monster Mares Story Contest

Some societies worshipped masters of thunder, who wielded mighty hammers. Some societies worshipped those who had the head of a crocodile. And then, there were those deities that were a bit more, well, colourful. A bit more fun-loving. A bit unpredictable. But they were caring also, and for them, the world was big, beautiful and was to be handled with tremendous responsibility.

...Oh, and it was also a massive playground for them to do pretty much whatever they wanted. But hey, work hard and play hard, right?

I couldn't help but fantasize about what happened when Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Sunset Shimmer had that pillow fight in Legend of Everfree. So why not make a fan-fic out of it?

Princess Twilight Sparkle wakes up early one morning, stretches, then decides to destroy Ponyville. As you do.

Featured from Jan 12- Jan 15 '19. Mucho Gracias!

The sequel is Twilight Sparkle vs Equestria

This story is a sequel to Twilight Sparkle vs Ponyville

It's just a normal, typical day... aside from Twilight flying into space to destroy Equestria. No biggie.

A sequel to Twilight Sparkle vs Ponyville . Best to read that one first, basically. Or you may get slightly lost.

Picture credit LeraJack on DeviantArt.

Featured from 23-24 Jan 2019.

Twilight's castle is on fire, she's missing her wings, reality is collapsing, and things just get weirder and stupider from there.

A wonky collab with Ryza. Things went off the rails.