Luna was never banished, Discord is Celestia's court jester, the Elements of Harmony do not exist, and Twilight grows more pompous and more egotistical every day.

Celestia is not amused.

This story is on indefinite hiatus. I might revisit it, so it's not cancelled, but I'm not currently skilled enough as an author to do some of the things I wanted. Believe me, I've got the drafts to prove it.

Screw Loose is better now. She doesn't have to live at the hospital, she doesn't think she's really a dog, she hardly ever has episodes anymore, and she's starting to make friends again. Sometimes, though, it's nice to play pretend.

Sometimes, Screwball helps her play pretend.

AN: Created for One-Shotober.

"Dear Derpy Hooves... I love your butt, and so, I wrote this letter to inform you about it! Probably not one of my best ideas, but I couldn't resist. You just had to know about my feelings."

Derpy's gotten an odd love letter in the mail from a very secret admirer. Who this might be? She may never know...

Coauthored with RainbowBob

What started out as a simple conversation escalated into... this. Considering I wrote most of it, RainbowBob told me I should be the one to post it. So, I am.

This story was inspired by, though not really related to "Dear Princess Celestia: I Hate You" and its sequel "Dear Princess Luna: I Love You"

*Just in case the cover picture didn't give it away, this is a babyfur story. If you don't like snuggles and ponies acting like foals, then please, click back.*

Twilight and Rarity go to a rather... interesting spa. They both come back refreshed, though.

Something about Lightning Dust just seemed a little 'off'. Sometimes she didn't react the right way to the world around her, and sometimes the way she reacted was positively frightening... but it wasn't until she laughed off nearly killing a couple of ponies that anypony actually realized just how messed up she was.

Cover art is by the amazing and godlike Conicer.

*Not a gluefic.

Who knew ten words could be so hard to write?

Small collab with RainbowBob

Edited by Sorren, Hobbes, SolidFire, and Mikemeiers

Raindrops seems to be settling into her new life among the Hooves family, if this day is anything to go by. When you're a big foal at heart anyplace can be magical with your imagination, and any situation can be cause to bring out the alter ego. Enter the baddest tough-as-nails space commander that Eqquis Prime has ever seen! Follow her as she seeks out the disappearance of all pony life on the planet! Marvel at her quick thinking, her razor wit, and her lightning reflexes! Tremble before her powers of deduction! Are we overselling it? Probably, but don't let her hear you say that!

A follow up piece in the Raising Raindrops universe with a much goofier premise and much lighter tone, expect silliness to abound. You should really read the first one first or you'll be extremely confused. Check out the author's notes as well before starting for warnings, please.

Not quite a mare, but unhappy being a colt. It's a hard position for a young pony to be in. Would be easier if judgement weren't in every look, hate in every scowl. For Glitter Shell, even her friends and family aren't giving her the support she needs. So, she goes to find some in her personal hero.

Based on the blog Ask Glitter Shell. Give it a chance; I doubt you'll regret it.

Featured on Equestria Daily on August 12th, 2013; thank all of you for the support! Though please remember to support trans people in real life. This story is a very tame snapshot of what they have to go through for most of their lives.

Everypony in town knows -of- Derpy, but how many really know her? A story examining the heart and soul of the mother mailmare as a strange revelation forces her to redefine her understanding of friends, family, and what qualifies as normal.

Warning: this story may contain material not of interest to some readers, love and tolerance is advised.

Time... It truly does fly. You don't realize you're out of it until the clock's about to ring.

Cover art done by the wonderful Carnelian

(Author's note: I wrote this when I was like... 17 or 18 or something like that and it's hamfisted garbage. Read at your own risk. )