Sunny has discovered that with her new alicorn powers she now feels separate from the earth pony she always was, she can use her unicorn and Pegasus magic just fine, but something about earth pony magic has always confused her. Soon she discovers the truth behind earth pony magic, it is more than just plants in the ground, earth ponies are made from their hearts, not just their hooves.

This story is the first part in a Trilogy, the other parts, Heart of a Unicorn and Mind of a Pegasus, will be released later

Former and current rulers in Equestria have disappeared with no clear explanation as to why, no closure granted to the civilians at large.
Everyone copes, or pointedly does not, in different ways.

_{This was originally written October 2022.}

Ciaphas Cain, Warmaster of Chaos and Age of Iron Crossover. These are various fics that I've crossposted on the CC:WC thread on Spacebattles.com, posted here for your entertainment and amusement.

What will you do if you remember your past life? Well... a unicorn stallion named Teddy (soft inside like a teddy bear) decides to become a hero! Why not? (I don’t know English, please don’t scold me too much for grammatical errors, thank you in advance for your understanding :3 regarding the cover, I wanted to say that the art does not belong to me)

Starlight Glimmer and Twilight Sparkle get Stuck in a cave and will have to work together to survive. Can Starlight let go of her ideals and try to listen to Twilight's ways? Who knows.

In the forty-third year of her reign, Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and of Equestria, and her friends faced off against a rogue draconequus who had stumbled upon Equestria and who threatened the life and sanity of every creature on the planet. After a titanic battle, she succeeded in defeating the creature…at the cost of her own life.

This is the story of what happened to her after that.

Featured on April 22, 2024.

Crossover with Dot and the Kangaroo (1977), causing 90% of readers to respond “Who and the What?” and 10% of readers to respond with “MacPherson?” To the former: The character I originally created ended up so similar to this obscure character that I decided to merge them; you don’t need to have seen the source material. And to the latter: The rhythm of the title required a last name, and you can’t say for sure that Dot’s last name isn’t MacPherson.

Original description (July 2014): There are so many arts that it is easy for someone to make a mistake when choosing one. Not succeeding, in an environment that is asking so much implication and so much heart into what you do, can become a real ordeal.

This little one-shot was made following a bet I did with myself. I asked for a keyword on twitter, and if I liked it, I would do a One-shot in a week. A friend of mine replied with "Arts", which got me inspired. Written in 5 days.

Addendum (2024): I... don't really get this story. I wrote it. Almost ten years ago (gosh...). But I don't get it. People liked it, back then (not that it was popular either), but I don't. I don't hate it either. It just... exists. But it's something I made, something I'm not ashamed of, so I translated it. It is part of my legacy, I guess.
I think it's one of the few stories where I don't... really care if people read it or not. If you do, thanks I guess. I hope you like it. Would hate to waste people's time. (I mean that description sure isn't helping)

The Rainbooms were on a field trip to the laboratory in Canterlot City. But then suddenly they became bonded with a race of aliens called the Klyntar they need to learn to work together with them as they help a man named Eddie Brock after he lost everything. But he might regain a new life after they take down the evil weaponized Riot.

The words still echoed, spinning clearly in her mind...

Applejack stared at the ceiling, her eyes tracing over the gaps and grains of the wooden rafters for what felt like the hundredth time.  Of course she didn’t “enjoy” being forcibly transformed by magic, and in the split-seconds of the magic working over her body, contorting her, dressing her in riding gear and hardening her flesh into fiberglass, she’d been nearly overwhelmed with fear...

...when it was done, however, she’d felt something different...

...as she went around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around, and around...

A slow-burn descent into an unusual place, as Applejack and the CMC become obsessed with being turned into a carousel. May count as psychological and/or body horror, or maybe fetish-fuel, possibly a trans/queer narrative (?), depending on who reads it.

Content Warning: Contains a lot of inanimate-TF fixation. Nothing really "disturbing" about it, but that's what the story is about.

Because of the horror aspects, I am submitting this as part of the Nightmare Night in April Writing Event. If that interests you, go check out the other stories in that folder!

This is a followup to something that happened in the IDW My Little Pony comics, Issue 78, the end of the Cosmos arc, where the image is from. You do not need to read that to understand the plot, as it's just one scene and I explain everything relevant (I haven't read it myself since it came out), though it's a year-end 4-parter with Discord so you should probably read it either way.

This was an old commission that's sat mostly finished for a while, but was delayed by my severe nerve-damage from COVID.

Years after Anon appeared in Equestria, Sunset Shimmer used a spell to steal every human's names and special talents, to gain unrivaled magic powers. Now everybody's name is literally just ’Anon’. People aren't happy about losing their names.

And Twilight can't use her magic, after the Elements of Harmony turned into the Elements of Anonymity.

Using what they learned from the otherworldly Anon, a nerdy Anon plans to stop Sunset Shimmer, with the help of a group of five friends.