Sunshine Smiles enjoys the promise of a new day, the rosy reds of dawn, the moment when the new sun's light kisses Equestria.

Moonlight Raven prefers the thoughtful solitude of the night, the soft shadows of moonlight and the peaceful silence of a slumbering city.

Warning: The following story you are about to read is currently unedited.

In 835, Princess Celestia made history by having her picture be taken by the newly made invention called the daguerreotype camera. However, a week before, she found herself engaged in a conversation with three art critics who worried that this invention might summon the death of painting as they knew it.

Viewers would like to know that all the following criticism in this story is based on actual historical beliefs of how photography was seen in the 19th century. Any similarities to the new genre of AI art is purely coincidental.

In the wake of an unspeakable tragedy, Cheerilee finds herself struggling to survive the long year ahead of her. But her former lover's death has left an open door: one that invites ancient figures and stories from old tales and legends. As the line between reality and mythology begins to blur, she can't help but wonder: what did Applejack do? And... did it kill her?

Cover art by Cereal.

A gift for my incredibly awesome buddy, Mushroom. Congratulations on everything you do, and keep kicking ass. May the world never stop you.

Anon makes prosthetics, but despite the words of others, he isn't happy with them.

Just a little short story I made while working on another fic. Not sure if I'll do more, but if there's enough interest, I have a few ideas for where to go with it.

Edit: This was initially intended to be a short story where it ended after the first chap, but I've since added more at the request of commenters. I plan to continue adding chaps, but I guarantee nothing. Let me know what you think.

With Maud settling down in Ponyville, Marble studying in the Crystal Empire, and her parents finally deciding to retire, Pinkie Pie wonders if Limestone is going to be okay running the Pie Family Farm all by herself. She's never done well on her own, and her cold demeanor probably isn't going to get her a boyfriend anytime soon.

Luckily, she knows an equally lonely human who is perfect for the job!

This story is a sequel to Hinterlands

Two years ago, bounty hunter Bitterroot turned a lich and her necromancer apprentice over to the authorities. Now, that apprentice, Amanita, has been released on good behavior. She has no more interest in necromancy. In fact, she asked Bitterroot to turn her in all those moons ago and helped capture her master. With nowhere for Amanita to go, Bitterroot takes her in until she can get her hooves under herself.

But all isn’t well in Canterlot. A killer is stalking the streets, striking with impunity and leaving no trace. The Royal Guard is befuddled. Bitterroot’s investigations have yielded nothing. And night is turning into a time of dread. Something needs to be done. If only the dead could speak. If only there was a moral necromancer around.

Amanita doesn’t want to admit it, but the part of her past she hates the most might be the most useful part right now. Just because ponies are dying doesn’t mean they need to stay that way. What she buried needs to be dug up again.

Her demons are rearing their ugly heads. It’s time to face them.

Reading the preceding story will provide some context for this, but isn't required. Cover art is modified from this image. Other entries in this series:

• Hinterlands
• Urban Wilds
• Death Valley

Just under a week before Hearth's Warming, a young mother finds a lone changeling child at the mercy of the elements. Will this nymph become her family's salvation? Or its damnation?

A spirital successsor to Raugos' Integration. (Familiarity not required)

All artwork done by Jowyb

Proofreading by The Fan Without a Face

Stories about monsters disguised as treasure chests were thought to be no more than legends.

But when Sunburst finds the last one in existence, the Changelings come to the Crystal Empire with a demand: kill it and send the species to extinction.

This story is based on a suggestion by LordMentat!

Anon thought he had it made, that his years of looking after and helping Celestia with her day-to-day affairs on the throne were over - unfortunately for him, he was only partially correct. With nothing but time on her hands, and a burning desire to make herself useful, his oversized and overpowered Princess drags him along to pursue more pedestrian professions...

Kinks Include: No kinks - well, there's a bit of unintended and awkward spiciness, but that hardly counts

Artwork by AnonTheAnon (Twitter @RealAnonTheAnon)

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Everything got so much worse for batponies after Nightmare Moon was banished. Even those with no involvement in the war, Equestria turned hostile. Instead of a loving home, Mira grew up as an orphan, cowering in terror from the advance of Princess Celestia's Golden Army.

In the shadowy caverns of Understory, the ancient arts were still taught: Dreamwalking, and all the 'dark' practices that were once fundamental to the bats' reverence of Princess Luna.

After the death of somepony close to her, Mira finally resolved to do something. She didn't have the power to fight against Equestria, but maybe she could do something else.

With the forbidden knowledge of the sleeping world, she could rescue Nightmare Moon, and save batponies everywhere from extinction. That, or die trying.

Updates Wednesdays.

Originally written as a Patreon reward for TyrannisUmbra on my Patreon.
Editing by Two Bit and Sparktail. Cover by Skydreams.