This story is a sequel to The Last Impressionist

Warning: The following story you are about to read is currently unedited and contains M/M shipping. If you don't like it, you know where the exit button is.

Cowritten by the wonderful Milo_Chalks.

After their wedding, the great head cultural critic, Fancy Pants and his now newly-wedded spouse, Acrylic Brush, decided to take the week off to enjoy their time together. It was a simple plan really, go somewhere in which that was away from the crowds, yet still have some things to do. Just enjoy the local culture and the time they have for one another.

However, due to some rather questionable activity in a nearby mine, such a thing all together seems rather unlikely.

This story is a sequel to I Am Not Sombra

My mind is just so infested, to the point where I don't know who I am. The anger I have over the ponies who harmed me and took me away from what I lost still holds in my heart, and it drives me to agony. At least I can claim to be the ruler of a nation...

Cover art by Mayhem Moth. You can find her work here.

WARNING: The following story you are about to read does contain m/m and the complicated life of a gay character from teenage to adulthood. If you do not like that sort of thing, you know where the exit button is.

Hoity Toity. In Canterlot he's known to be a well-respected fashion designer and critic. His line of work is a unique mix of old and new, experimenting with styles and colors to create something marvelous. All one has to do is walk by the window display of his shop where ponies would covet the latest design of clothes.

But in the fashion world, Hoity himself is somewhat of a mystery. Very few ponies know about who he was before his rise to fame. For the first time, this story had been pieced together by those who knew Hoity to give an exclusive inside look at the pony behind the clothes.

Story inspired and proofread by Lilrq28.

Argyle wakes up in Bridlewood with no memory of who he is or how he got there, with a strange stallion looming over him! Who is Alphabittle, and why is he so protective of the dangerous earth pony who wandered onto his lands? As Argyle unravels the mystery, will he be able to discover who he was, but even more, who he might have been ... and is it too late to reclaim a life set aside?

An entry in the Ancestral Tribute contest.

Possibly the first Argyle/Alphabittle story, at least that I could find! And for some bonus alliteration, let's throw in some amnesia! I wanted to create a loophole where Argyle didn't have to die, and got to live his best gay life somewhere else in Equestria. This fic is marked M/M, for the Alphabittle/Argyle ship. The title is a quote taken from a poem, "Seventy Years of Sleep #4" by nikka ursula.