This story is a sequel to Triptych

There are those who say that a mark is a portion of the soul made visible to the world. That the mark is destiny, and so cannot be denied. Equestria has existed under the influence of marks for all of its recorded history, allowing the ever-changing tide of icons to guide the way.

But it could also be said that every system contains the seed of its own destruction.

There is one who believes destiny is nothing more than a trap. And there is nothing she will not do to make the world free.

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This story is a direct sequel to Triptych. Do not read it unless you've finished the original.

Roger, local human, is weird, or at least is weird in Rainbow Dash's estimation, but he does appear to have some extra food and she knows he won't mind sharing with her.

Ponies are born, and some of them were reborn. For a low price of three hundred bits, you can, too!

Scything can be hard, especially if you don't have two spare appendages for holding things. And although the Grim Reaper is bipedal, he knows enough about scythes to teach filly Applejack on its proper usage.

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Working in a dump has its ups and downs - sure, you may go home smelling like trash, but the riches you can find more than make up for it. Gently used furniture, perfectly good books, and even some nearly intact action figures are just the tip of the iceberg of what Anon has found on his daily duties - still, even after years of working at the junkyard, he still stumbles across a few surprises.

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This story is a sequel to Home

While the main body of expedition has carried onwards (or downwards) into newer, deeper worlds, co-operation between the locals of this level and humanity continue.

A two-person team (and their assigned governing intelligence) work with the locals on a project in Canterlot. One of the humans absolutely loves getting to work with magical horses in a delightful, wonderful world. The other is a huge wet blanket.

The story is about the wet blanket.

A particular magical horse has made such a habit of randomly appearing and administering whimsy and cuddles that there are enough victims available to form a semi-regular support group.

Something strange about that new guy though...

Humans often pass through Equestria on their way to worlds unknown, maintaining cordial relations with the locals. One has chosen to live in Ponyville. Lyra worries about him when he's not there, and is happy when he comes back.

This particular human rather likes it in Ponyville. Indeed, he rather likes being away from Earth in general. Though he doesn't like to talk about it.

Sweet Biscuit may or may not have a slight cookie addiction. She also may or may not break into Anon’s house to steal his cookie jar. Again. Or maybe it’s just because she misses him.

Either way, they're happy enough to see each other again.

... Though that doesn't mean Anon won't lose a sweet or two in the process.

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Every holiday has its aftermath and for Rarity, the day after Hearth's Warming means a well-established groove of frustration leading a parade of ponies into the Boutique. But she has absolute confidence in her ability to get through it. She's heard the songs, she knows what the most threadbare of floats looks like... having it happen every year just allows her to benefit from experience.

For example, the myriad of seasonal murder fantasies now know exactly which vital arteries to strike.

(A stand-alone, no-prior-reading required part of the Triptych Continuum, which has its own TVTropes page and FIMFiction group: new members and trope edits welcome.)

Now with author Patreon and Ko-Fi pages.