Rarity and Applejack put the romance in necromancy.

A gift for Novelle Tale.

CW: Unhealthy relationships, descriptions of murder/death (bloodless), necromancy (duh), implied suicidal intentions at one point (never made explicit).

Does NOT contain necrophilia or sex of any sort. (Didn't think I'd have to spell that out, but here we are...)

If Rarity saved half her meals to feed to the fairies so she could stay pretty, Sweetie Belle wasn't going to argue. Rarity was always right, after all.

CW: Eating disorders, anorexia specifically. Hopeful/happy ending, I promise.

Thank you to Snow Quill for prereading!

In her bid for necromancy, Apple Bloom is faced with the greatest enemy of all: Autocorrect.

Written for a Quills and Sofas "Last Surprise" Speedwriting Panic, where it tied for first. Wanna join us? Wanna see if we're as fun as we sound? Wanna be a part of something nebulous and unknowable? We're on Discord here if you'd like to join us for more writing madness.

Cover art by me.
_{Planchettes look like amongus dudes and I will not be taking questions on that.}

This story is a sequel to Salmon Run

When the leaves turn golden and crisp, fried by the Summer Sun to a tender perfection, Twilight Sparkle discovers something even MORE alarming than whatever was up with the pegasi in the previous fic.

Alternate Summary: The pegasi are missing. Twilight is the only one alarmed about this, and it's up to Applejack to make things worse.

Other Alternate Summary: "Twilight learns things that outrage her and Applejack uses potato as a verb."

Written as an "intentionally-bad" sequel to Mushroom's fabulous and genuinely well-written Salmon Run for a contest in which a group of friends all wrote awful expansions to each other's stuff. When asked to comment, Mushroom had the following to say:

"I am absolutely HOWLING.

I should have known this would be stupidly brilliant. I'm genuinely angry that this is so good and creative and interesting because it's literally. This. It's potatoes.

I have a mighty need to create an image of roided out RD. Silent, you're a terrifying genius. This will genuinely, truly never leave me." -Mushroom

Art done by Mushroom immediately after their comment.

Rumor has it that there's a very intriguing painting on display at the Canterlot Art Museum. It's attracted the affluent, the famous, the critics... and the attention of the authorities investigating the elite patrons' disappearances.

Amazing reading by Pony&Wolf Productions here!

Written for a "Three Rules" Panic Fiction contest for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group. We each had 3 prompts related to a theme, my theme I received was "color", and my rules were:

1. Your fic must name at least three colors named in it.
2. Your fic must have a version of the words "vivid" and "dull" in it (adjective or adverbs or verbs or names or whatever).
3. Your fic must describe a color in an unusual way, or with words normally used for a different sense (crisp yellow, loud purple).

You can take the quiz for deciding the prompt here if you're curious. We (Quills and Sofas) are on Discord here if you'd like to join us for more writing madness.

It has been a trying day for Octavia. Unfortunately, the sun's barely risen, Vinyl fell asleep at the kitchen table, and Octavia's coffee has the audacity to be decaf.

Rated Teen because Octavia says damn at least once in there and because I'd rather not argue about what constitutes a swear word and what doesn't.

Apple Bloom knows that one thing, above all, is inevitable.
And it isn't death.
Not quite.

This was written for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group's "What's Happening To Me" panic, where it won second place. We're on Discord here if you'd like to join us!

Reaching your greatest potential has its cost.

It's one that Sweetie Belle thinks nopony should have to pay.

This was written for a Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group's panic. We're on Discord here if you'd like to join us!

Everypony knows that alicorns are immortal, but immortality doesn't mean you never die.

Content Warnings: implied/light gore, mentions of physical trauma, dismemberment, technically self harm???

This was written for the Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group's Black Sunday Contest. We're on Discord here if you'd like to join us!

Lying on the floor of the missing Princess's ransacked room is an otherwise-unremarkable diary. Most of the pages have been torn out or rendered unreadable by debris and spilled ink, but a few are still legible.