I make both fanart and fanfic. I draw all my cover images myself, and I take art and writing commissions!
Found 76 stories in 28ms
Total Words: 402,550
Estimated Reading: 1 day
Lil Cheese is starting her first day as intern at Marekham Asylum. Neon Brush is hoping today will be his last day there. Power ponies au.
Rated T for dead bodies, impermanent superpowered death, impermanent suicide.
Winter Blossom watched the final pink petal tremble on the flower. The naked branches of the cherry tree were stark and black against the pale sky.
A short experimental fic focusing on split concurrent timelines, written as a gift.
This story is a sequel to Anything for an Answer
Journal Entry 42: She’s coming for me, I know she is. I know what she did to Cloud Chaser and Bulk Biceps and everypony else. And now I know, she won’t let me live—
A deliberately shitty sequel to Silent Whisper's story Anything for an answer, written with permission, for a Shitty EU contest, where a bunch of friends and I write sequels that undermine and ruin the prompt story.
TW for gore!
Sister Twilight of the Celestial Order makes an unsettling discovery in the bowels of the abbey.
Small world-building one-shot.
A collection of stories with the wingspan of hummingbirds - too small to fly alone.
Minifics and flashfics.
Truth can be hard to find, and courage can be harder. Both are beautiful dreams, but Blueblood has a duty, and he will not forsake it.
An entry for the M/M contest (Blueblood x Trenderhoof) and the Imposing Sovereigns contest (Blueblood / Loyalty). As so many of my stories do, this takes place within the universe of Auntie Tia's Matchmaking Service.
Second place winner in the Imposing Sovereigns contest 2023, and second place winner in the M/M shipping contest 2023!
Fiddlesticks watched the two ponies in the gif embrace over and over again, and wondered how that would feel. How anything that Twilight Sparkle experienced would feel.
The story of a smart house and the digital souls within it.
Am I me if I’m just her? Am I her, rewritten? Am I myself at all? Questions circling in my head, day and night, waking and sleeping. Rattling like pennies inside a tin can.
A gift fic for a friend.