Sunny Starscout has set out on the path of reunifying Equestria. She's found a circle of friends, showed the tribes that they can co-exist, and even restored magic to the land.

Yet, there are questions that remained unanswered. What led to the breaking of the tribes in the first place? How did things go so very wrong? And just what is the best path forward in undoing centuries upon centuries of damage?

Sunny seeks the answers from those who came before, but has failed to consider the age-old adage; be careful what questions you ask...

...because you may not like the answers.

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Cover art borrowed from rockhoppr3

This story is a sequel to Lies We Tell Ourselves

A month after Applejack came out as transgender, she confides in her best friend and her family about her troubles. She finds it’s not good to keep it all inside, even if she doesn’t mean to. At least they’ve got her back.

Another entry to my Transverse AU. Recommend you start at the beginning.
This fic contains dysphoria, boob jokes, characters experiencing feelings of uncomfiness and supportive family!
Thanks to my wonderful friend RainbowDashSonicFast for pre-reading <3

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This story is a sequel to Twilight Discovers Nuclear Explosions

Twilight is staying in the Crystal Empire, when a hooded pony comes into her room and steals her crown.

Celestia reveals that it is her old student, Sunset Shimmer. Twilight immediately goes after the thief.

What happens next involves chemicals and a lot of science.

Set in: "MLP: Equestria Girls". Not to be taken seriously.

An entry in the Sci-Fi contest

This story is a sequel to Supernova

What else is there to say? Sometimes, all you can do isn’t enough.

CONTENT WARNING: This fic discusses suicide. Please seek help if you’re thinking of harming yourself. You are loved, you matter.

Twilight has a talk with a few of her alternate-universe selves. It turns out that she's the only one in the known multiverse to have a marefriend, and she does what anypony else would do.

She brags about it until she's blue in the face. Too bad she bragged a bit too much.

This story is a sequel to To Linger In A Place Where You Don't Belong (fade)

“You are at the Gates,” I repeated. “Or, you would be. Your body is elsewhere, but you are here. And here is nowhere. Here is where you remembered yourself last being. It’s a test you cannot fail, but one you will never pass.”

Blue wings justled at her side. My clouds mimicked her. “Am I dead?”

“Do you remember dying?”

Started as a Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Panic entry, expanded to this!

_{Cover: made by an ai}
Thank you to the ever amazing Sunlight Rays for prereading!

Content warning for: derealization, implied suicide, death, blood, mild body horror

Sitting on the bookshelf in Strawberry Sunrise's new home in Ponyville is a diary.

That's not unusual; many ponies have diaries.

Some of her neighbors have seen her writing in it, wherever she goes.

Again, that isn't terribly strange; many ponies like recording their day-to-day thoughts and activities.

If somepony were to snoop into it, they'd find a few pages of doodles, scratched-out notes, and half-finished shopping lists.

This, curiously, is the peculiar part. Not because of what anypony would read, of course, but because it looks exactly nothing alike to what any changeling would read upon those same pages.

Cover art drawn by the brilliant Snow Quill!

Written for Novelle Tale as a gift, with the prompt "a gut punch with FEELS!" I'm grateful she enjoyed it, for she's a phenomenal writer and I highly encourage you all to check out what she's written!

Thank you to Snow Quill, Novelle Tale, Lofty Withers, Zontan, and Mushroom for prereading. Couldn't have written this without you!

Reviewed here by Reviewfilly!

Applejack finally gets time to herself while her family’s gone on a trip. However, instead of taking the time to relax on her own, she decides to invite Twilight over. After a long time of not seeing each other, they both regret not having spent more time together in the past, and do their best to remedy that.

_{Narcotics tag is for casual drinking. No inebriation.}

_{Cover art made by an AI, edited by me just a bit to make two blobs that were there look like Twi and AJ hehe.}

This story is a sequel to Cutie Marks and Broken Wings

Learning how to fly had been the start of Tawny's life: a real one, not the shoebox-sized concrete cage her captor had neatly shoved her into as a filly. But the shoebox had been familiar, if claustrophobic, and safe—a known quantity of hoofsteps and ceiling cracks, unlike the outside world of Equestria.

Learning how to live was proving to be infinitely more complicated.

Fourth place in the of the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting 'Expanding Universes II' contest. Each entrant was tasked with expanding the universe established in another author's story—my prompt story was Holtinater's Cutie Marks and Broken Wings .

Cover art by a lovely unknown artist! If anyone knows the name of the artist in question, please let me know, I would love to credit them.

A young pony stares into the night through a window.