You stand at the water's edge. Feeling the waves sucking at your feet. You think of her. When do you not? With her wings and her spiral horn. Her crown and her kingdom. She is everything you aren’t.

Principal Celestia muses on what it must be like to be a princess.
TW for dark thoughts and a suicide attempt. Other than that it doesnt really need the T rating.

It’s been a long millennium, and the Princess of the Night is picking herself up off the ground. She’s been getting closer with Celestia, and she’s finally learning to rely on her emotional support. They are able to talk more openly than they have in centuries.
But a feeling of sadness remains that Luna hasn’t mentioned, one that’s haunted her since her foalhood. She denies its existence as best she can, and certainly won’t talk to Celestia about it. She doesn’t know what it is or why it’s there. Perhaps the time has come to find out.
A transgender narrative. Contains depictions of dysphoria; I tried to be as true as possible to my own experience, but some may find it upsetting.
It has been a long time since I have creatively written like this. So, I'm rusty. Please criticize my work if there is something about my writing that you don't like, and don't worry about sparing my feelings. I want to improve and, if you'll pardon the pun, get back on the horse.

After a mysterious frost falls over the lands of Equestria, ponies are forced to flee to the Far North to escape the eternal winter. There, around several coal-powered furnaces called Generators, they may generate enough heat to guarantee the survival of ponykind and civilization among the snow and frost.

However, as the temperature drops, and their situation becomes increasingly desperate, the ponies of New Ponyville must make the hard decisions.

What is the worth of a foal's life?

What lengths must be taken while facing starvation?

What must be sacrificed in the name of survival?

Where is the line between leader and tyrant?

There is only one wholistic truth among the howling winds and biting cold: The City Must Survive.

Based off of 11bit Studio's "Frostpunk"

Cover art found here: https://derpibooru.org/images/2816269

Celestia has made mentally challenged clones of the citizens of Ponyville and various terrorists of Equestria. Luna is concerned.

Zecora hates her little hut.
The path is always silent, and the door is always shut.

Proofreading by RaylanKrios.
Cover art based on a work by Mister-Markers.

Celestia receives a letter from Twilight, shocking her into action.

This story is a sequel to Dazzling Sunset: Sunset Amulet

It's been two weeks since the Battle of the Bands and around a week since Sunset Shimmer saved the lives of the three Sirens. Now, Canterlot High is trying to push the trio to reform the same way they had Sunset Shimmer. Unfortunately, the Dazzlings aren't so easily broken as their savior.

Speaking of, Adagio and her sisters have been keeping an eye on Sunset, wanting to know why the jewel saved them. They find out more than they expected and immediately jump in to help the person who selflessly helped them.

Warning: Mention of self-harm

Though it has been weeks since the Elements of Harmony have purged Nightmare Moon from her, Luna is wracked by guilt and depression. Though the Elements purged the nightmare, they cannot purge the feelings of guilt and self-loathing, nor can they heal the scars wrought by jealously, anger, rage and madness. Though everypony forgave her, Luna cannot forgive herself and seeks penance through suffering.
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My thought process on this follows, I tried to put myself in Luna's figurative shoes when coming up with this story and how would I cope.
The inspiration for this story come from the songs Hurt by Nine Inch Nails, Long Hard Road Out Of Hell by Marilyn Manson and my own personal struggles with mental illness and self harm.

This story contains thoughts and actions of self harm, depression, negative self talk and self loathing. Reader discretion is advised.

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.

(Part of the Triptych Continuum, which has its own TVTropes page and FIMFiction group. New members and trope edits welcome.)

Now with author Patreon, SubscribeStar, and Ko-Fi pages.

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

Disaster strikes Equestria when Celestia is found collapsed in her room alongside Daybreaker. Questions about how Daybreaker became real are only compounded when her personality becomes clear – she's an oddly affectionate goofball who's obsessed with math? Where's the destruction and chaos?

Celestia and Luna were hoping to retire soon, but now they have to handle this strange pony, who should be an embodiment of all of Celestia's worst impulses, but seems to want nothing more than to help everyone in Equestria. This drive to help, paired with Daybreaker's lacking restraint and common sense, along with her seeming inability to control what comes out of her mouth, add up to far more of a headache than either diarch expected to deal with in their final days of rule.

Good thing she's at least completely emotionally balanced. By the way, did you know story descriptions always contain at least one lie?

Cover art by the ever-impeccable Yakovlev-vad: https://www.deviantart.com/yakovlev-vad/art/Two-sides-of-one-crown-826401866