All good things must come to an end.

What if Twilight never became a Princess? In this alternate world, she too experiences the ravages of time. As her life draws to a close, Twilight Sparkle reminisces on the ponies she's touched... and the ponies she had to learn to let go of.

This fic was written while S2 was still airing. I've cleaned it up a little, but otherwise this is the original story.

(Other tag is for Grandma Figgy. Featured on 1/16/2024.)

Not long after the defeat of Opaline, Grandma Figgy comes to Maretime Bay for a visit. But she's not just here to see her favorite grandson. No, her visit has something more important at stake.

Grandma Figgy wants to have a talk with Phyllis Cloverleaf, somepony who's been noticeably withdrawn and distant since the crystals were brought together. Grandma Figgy hopes a talk mare to mare will be just the thing to get Phyllis to start opening up again.

But it's hard to overcome years of set in stone beliefs. Is Phyllis truly willing to change her mind? Or will she remain stuck in her ways for all time?

Two ponies from completely different backgrounds are notified of a whistleblower threatening to compromise their careers about a closeted little secret. With a spot of being Ponyville's next mayor on the line, they agree on one thing: never let journalists release work in the public interest.

Cover art done by me.

Harmony and disharmony need to remain in constant balance, as neither can exist without the other. When it's time for the bearer of disharmony to die, a new one is chosen. As Celestia passed on responsibility of the Elements of Harmony, so too did Discord inherit the Spirit of Disharmony.

It is not a quick process.

Written in one night in a feverish haze. _{No beta we die like men}

When an alicorn dies, their magical imprint lingers for a week before it finally dissipates into nothingness. One week. That’s all the time Celestia has, to bring back the sister she accidentally killed. If she even tries.

Sunset Shimmer is no spring chicken, that much is for sure. Her best days are a long, long way behind her. Content to live in the human world without settling into any sordid romances, she set her scientific mind to good use, and pursued a career that left the world in a better state than it was when she first arrived. A lifetime ago. But nobody, not even an equine-turned-human, is immune to the passage of time. And as an elderly Sunset settles down to enjoy a quiet evening on the porch of her small cottage, an old friend pays one last visit.

This story is a sequel to My Little Dashie

FEATURED APRIL 1st, 1993

It was suppose to be a normal Christmas for John McClane, spend time with his two young children and hope to continue the process of fixing his mess of a marriage. What he didn't bargain for, but should have expected, was on his way to L.A. his flight would get grounded in the middle of nowhere, Kansas.

What starts out as a annoying delay becomes a race against the clock as a unknown group of mercenaries descends upon the small town, their original plot also delayed by the pending storm. But when McClane finds a lost blue pegasus filly, all hell breaks loose.

Now he must stop a terror plot against his home country, help an innocent talking horse find hope, and make it home before it's too late. Can McClane save Christmas? Or will he have to make a choice between his family, or my little Dashie?

...nope, couldn't write that with a straight face.

Ponies don't fish.
But even when they do, they have the decency to do it with the appropriate gear.
Although, why would anyone buy gear if you can do without it?

Completely inspired by the artwork used as a cover (used with permission). Silly little thing I wanted to work on the side of other projects.
Featured from 13/01/2024 to 15/01/2024. Somehow. Thanks.

Cadance just got done dealing with the end of the world. Turns out, it never stops ending.

Another piece that's more concept than story. Here, I try to place Cadance into the world in a way that makes sense to the confusing mess of headcanon I've got up here in this noggin of mine.

Rarity tells a tale. A tale of how the most perfect woman in her eyes had gone from a bully to a the object of Rarity's desires to that woman asking her out.

Of course, this is Rarity, so she may have gone a bit romantic about the tale.