Tasked by the mysterious alicorn tribe, a young Celestia and Luna must leave the safety of their home and venture into the world beyond to uncover their kin's sacred artifact, the Teardrops of Creation. Blinded by urgency and tradition, it is only during the mission that they realize what they're searching for is something far more important than a mere artifact.

Throughout their journey, the estranged Sisters must face hardship from within and without, as they also try to discover the source of a strange sort of magic plaguing Equestria. Unaware that their adventure plays right into a gambit between gods and demigods, vying to shape the future of the world.

The story is complete, and will update every week.

[Other] is a placeholder to avoid minor spoilers, will be replaced by the appropriate character tags as the story progresses.

Here's a big shoutout to the Fimfiction thread of /mlp/, which unwittingly or not, but helped create this story.
Also a big thanks to Reviewfilly and The Psychopath for additional help.

(Comments and feedback are always welcome!)

What would a princess do in the case of a(nother) changeling invasion?

An entry in the Thousand Words contest, under the /schizo/ category.

UPDATE: Profanity no longer censored in the title

On her way to a diplomatic meeting, Celestia's sky chariot gets shot down over a forest. Injured, and her guards kidnapped, the princess gets stuck in a jungle full of changelings. Or is it perhaps the changelings who got stuck with her?

Noblestallion Jet Set asks Celestia to preside over his wedding. Tired of the long-standing custom, Celestia decides to pull a little prank. A big one, actually...

Note: AU tag because how Cadence's background is depicted in the story.

Among all her other responsibilities on Hearth's Warming Eve, Rainbow Dash forgets about the present for somepony dear to her. Good thing RD can always get creative on a whim.

Written for LightningChaser04 for Jinglemas 2021. Have a merry Hearth's Warming!

>barges into your fanfiction site
>drops story
>refuses to elaborate further
>leaves

Every guard worth his salt in Canterlot knows the rules of patrolling the Mountainside District: You don't patrol the district alone. You don't patrol it alone, especially at night. But if you do patrol it, you expect trouble. But if you can help it, you don't patrol it at all.
But when her platoon is short on ponies, Private Sword Glitter gets assigned to patrol the Mountainside District. Alone. At night.

Features the main character from my previous Royal Guard story, A Hearth's Warming Patrol, but can be read independently without issues.

Anon finally decides to get vaccinated against the you-know-what. Pinkie Pie is the nurse. Hijinks ensue.

Le shitfic. Might contain traces of not-so-literal nazis, Covid flu, and pink horses. Reader discretion is advised.
Actually, don't read this.

Everyone deserves to spend Hearth's Warming Eve next to loved ones. Or at least someone who cares a little.