Octavia's had a fine career. But all good things just come to an end. She performs her final performance, and takes her final curtain.

Celestia watched the sunset.

This story is a sequel to A Unicorn and an Alicorn Walk Into a Library

Lyra Heartstrings has grown. Years of work improving herself and helping those around her improve themselves has granted her mastery of many things, but will it be enough to hold the world together during the coming trials?

Art (on commission) by the always amazing WitchTaunter. (I couldn't resist getting art done by a fellow appreciator of the shid.)

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Theodore Goobins was, by all accounts, a loser. Stayed cooped up in his house 24/7, rarely showered, had no social life, and was a total hermit. Terrified of social interaction, and the blood on his hands.

Though, he had one escape from his life of loathing and melancholic solitude. League of Legends. A game that he thoroughly enjoyed playing, but was only somewhat good at. But that didn't bother him much. He still had fun.

This was pretty much his life, until one fateful day he wins a special giveaway he didn't remember entering, earning him a flight out to an upcoming gaming convention!

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he had to take it. Social anxiety be damned. When he arrived, he soon found himself face to face with a rather eccentric cosplayer who donned the visage of the Merchant from resident evil 4, and knew more about Theodore than he liked.

Little did Theodore know, that this meeting would change the course of his life forever.

Anon is meditating after doing a whole lot of nothing all day. Twilight stumbles upon him doing this and asks him what he's doing. Anon just invites her to join him as he stops thinking and just viiibes.

She doesn’t know how to vibe. Book pone can only think.

Anon decides to change that. One way or another.

Idea provided by golabi2101.

This story is a sequel to A Heart to Heart

In the middle of a party held in honor of the one and only Anonymous, Princess Celestia notices that the man of the hour is missing. Worried for her little human, she finds him sitting on the curb, alone.

Quite inebriated, Anon let's Celestia in on a secret, one that can be quite self-destructive.

It seems, another heart to heart is in order.

This story is a sequel to Eclipse

Page needs a vacation.

He's not getting a vacation.

What he does get, is... how do they put it? Brand new exciting opportunities.
He never wanted to be a Prince, nor to rule. But he's stuck with the job, which means having ponies relying on him.
So he's doing his best.
Which would be fine, except ponies seem happy to keep finding brand new ways to make it harder for him.

- CLASSIFIED -

At the request of Dr. Quest Colton, the following data logs and observation notes have been compiled about the case study surrounding Subject 1 and the highly infectious anomoly that now plagues ponies in the hundreds. It is the doctor's hope that these files will eventually help us find a cure before all of Equestria suffers this horrific end. Subjects 2, 3, 4, and 5 are also presenting troubling afflictions and will be recieving case studies of their own. Princess Twilight's sudden death could not have come at a worse time for us all.

(Thanks to VladiVoices for the amazing art!)

Hope you enjoy my first MLP Infection AU :)

The earth farmer that previously lived in a corner of Equestria, mysteriously finds himself waking up inside a forest he didn't recognize.

So, he does what he has done his entire life.

Keep living in the present.

It's worked for long enough, why wouldn't it work now?

Also why are so many ponies with life problems coming to him?

And why is the number just constantly increasing?

So... my name is Ciaphas Cain, and I am—or, at least, I was—a newly-minted Commissar fresh out of the Schola Progenium. By some horrid twist of fate, I got assigned to the Valhallan 18th and its infamous Commander, which has just been sent to a newly discovered backwater garden world to dispose of its oddly horse-like xeno population.

The next thing I know, I'm stranded on the planet in an alien body, the Xenos’ leader is in a coma for the foreseeable future, and her subjects—despite knowing full well that I was once a member of the same group of Imperials who’d struck her down—have shoved me onto her now-vacant throne for reasons having to do with the fact that my new body has wings and a horn. And I'm apparently a psyker now thanks to that horn, and a stupidly powerful one at that. Oh, and have I mentioned that these xenos expect me to somehow lead them to victory against the trigger-happy Inquisitor that seeks to wipe them off the face of the galaxy with nothing but my savviness, a cunning mind, a silver tongue, the resources of a race completely oblivious to the grim darkness of the far future, and the magical power of peace, joy, rainbows, and orbital friendship lasers? I don't think I had.

Brace yourselves; things somehow manage to get even wackier from there.

This is heavily inspired by Ciaphas Cain: Warmaster of Chaos, and as a result it does not take itself too seriously. If you want a grimdark brutalization fic in which the ponies get slammed with the horror of war, prepare to be disappointed.