Friendship Letters

Rusty's Fix-er-Up is a reputable mechanic shop in Ponyville. Owned, and operated by an older gentleman who customers only know as "Rusty", the shop is considered one of the best in town. Rusty is knowledgeable, quick, earnest, and all around, a great guy! He'll fix your car up quick, and only do what needs to be done! None of that snake oil crap about needing a new alignment screw, or stuff like that! He's an honest, fair, and kind business owner, who really cares about his customers! At least, ...

 Adeena's presence wanes and fades, she lets herself go and reform then solidify again. The curse binds her to one world, yet her soul belongs to so many more. It's in her memories, you see, not just as Adeena but as every incarnation of Despair; Name that she takes for herself as both title and calling. And Hope was always there too. Sometimes Justice, sometimes Knowledge, but always Hope.   Except for this time. There's a stallion sleeping on the couch, earbuds on and his back to the rest o...

(https://youtu.be/bIZIzdsOPxA?si=KmqGGZ5bUzmmMAPA) Something has happened in the San Palomino desert. Snow blankets the sands in quantities never seen before. The town of Appaloosa has been suffocated into silence under a blanket of snow, and ice. What crops could survive the desert have long since died. Supplies begin to dwindle, and the town has begun to ration what's left. Worse yet, train tracks all across the desert have iced over so badly, trains cannot safely use them. Leaving caravans...

Born in Canterlot’s outer district, Nova-Blast grew up under the strained guidance of his father, , a stern but ultimately well-meaning stallion who rarely knew how to show affection. Things only worsened when Nordic remarried the proper and fearful , a mare who never understood Nova’s intense magical surges or the emotional volatility that came with them. Her discomfort steadily turned into anxiety, and then into full-blown suspicion—fueling household tensions that made Nova feel like a danger ...

Cosmo would be lying on his white bed, holding a stuffed dog. A blonde doggie that he would cry into... Cosmo had his face buried into its stomach. Cosmo was a frail boy with tears flowing down his face. He had no irises, just wide pupils clashing amongst a pale white canvas. The pupils bled into the white of his eyes, causing a strange burning sun look. It would swirl and expand before returning to normal. It causes extreme discomfort, which causes him to cry. He has short, thing legs and pale ...

Princess Acallia, Zephyr Kingdom Ambient Waves Acallia, This will be short. The sun didn’t rise today. Everypony keeps saying it will, but the sky is black and , like something behind it is pushing through. ...

One good thing about Cookie being in school now was that Nar could run boring errands without having to bore her to death by bringing her with him. Today's errand was a shopping run to grab everything he needs to make dinner for the next few nights. With only 10 minutes before school lets out, he glides into his driveway atop his rollerblades, and hurries to the front door. He can barely hold his excitement as he fumbles for his keys to unlock the door. He's going to make omurice tonight! It's o...

Your Majesty, I wanted only to send a brief update. Twilight Sparkle left Ponyville yesterday with two quiet, unmarked escorts. She said she had been “called to assist with ongoing research in Canterlot,” though she did not specify what kind. She avoided my eyes when I asked. Fluttershy followed soon after — not distressed, but She told me she would be back “when things settle,” though I do not know what she meant by that. Applejack left this morning. ...

Your Majesty, I write again, though I know you asked for patience. I promise I am trying. But the shadows have changed again. Not simply absent, now — When I walk through the marketplace, I see shapes where shadows be still. A pony stands at a stall, perfectly motionless, but their shadow , as if turning its head to look behind itself. ...

Envoy Ambient Waves Her Radiant Highness Princess Acallia, Zephyr Kingdom Your Highness, I believe I must amend my previous report. This morning, Ponyville seemed perfectly ordinary. The streets were lively, the weather agreeable, the ponies cheerful. I felt almost embarrassed recalling what I had written before. But by evening, the familiarity had thinned again. I can’t describe it well. There are sounds that should always be present — hooves on the road, insects at dusk, distant conversa...

Envoy Ambient Waves, Zephyr Kingdom Diplomatic Corps Her Radiant Highness, Princess Acallia  Your Highness, I remain stationed in Ponyville as ordered, though I must confess the situation is becoming increasingly… difficult to quantify. I hesitate to use the word “unnatural,” yet none of my training accounts for what I am observing. This evening it rained again...soft, steady, unremarkable at first. I went outside to check the gauges. The ground shimmered with droplets; my coat darkened as...