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Prompt #323: “Together We Can Be Her Guide,” by rwlart

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Once they’d ducked inside the cave, Twilight knew the first task was to get a fire going. She took a deep breath and smiled. Fire. She could do that herself. Just a pile of wood and a spark from her horn and she was done.

But for the same reason it was done quickly, and she grimaced as she looked back at her friends. She briefly entertained the idea of trying to do everything herself, but even if she could do it all she knew they wouldn’t let her. They’d want to help.

“R-Rainbow Dash?” Twilight asked, putting a smile on her face. “Could you give us some rain to cover our tracks? I don’t want us being followed.”

Rainbow raised an eyebrow and stared at Twilight before glancing at Rarity, who scowled a bit and stepped in between them, her nose lifted just enough to let her look down at Twilight. “Excuse me, darling, but wouldn’t that be my job?”

Twilight shut her eyes and sighed. It was the same every time. “Yes. Of course. Thank you, Rarity.”

Rarity walked out to to cave entrance and her horn lit. Twilight heard the beginnings of a muttered curse and she decided she didn’t need to see Rarity struggle with the clouds again. She turned and faced Applejack, who sat by the fire next to Fluttershy and Pinkie. All of them wore frowns, looking frustrated but resigned, like ponies who’d never seen anything go right in all their lives.

“Applejack, you think you could get some food started?” Twilight asked. “I’m starved after all that walking.”

Applejack cocked her head and looked at Twilight for a moment before blushing and looking back down at the fire. Twilight tried to ignore the hoof-made cloak Applejack wore, its edges lined with loose threads and covered in patches of brown and green and orange. It wasn’t pleasant to look at.

“Uh, I ain’t much of a cook, sugarcube,” Applejack said.

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This is the best thing.

The. Best. Thing.

Prompt #311: “The Unexpected Party,” by rwlart

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Space was scarce when six ponies shared a single bed, however large, and so Twilight was quite surprised when she rolled over and found only empty space by her side. Even half asleep she knew something was wrong, and that was enough to wake her fully, and she opened her eyes to find both her bed and bedroom empty.

She sat up in bed, stretching out her legs and wings, and frowned at the empty room for a moment until her mind caught up with her and she remembered the previous night. She remembered music and dancing and more food than six ponies could possibly eat. When one of your housemates was Pinkie Pie parties were never particularly a surprise, and they often happened without warning or planning, starting with a single song or a batch of cookies and escalating until it was as grand an occassion as any intentional party Twilight had attended.

Twilight let out a sigh, feeling somewhat somber at being the only one who tired of the party before it had ended, if indeed it had ended at all. She didn’t have the same stamina for celebration as everypony else, but it was at least comforting when Fluttershy or Applejack were there by her side. She imagined the five of them still asleep downstairs, sprawled out over the floor or atop the sofa or table in various combinations, and though she didn’t want to she couldn’t help picturing the mess surrounding them too.

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Oh my god this story is amazing and argha read it already.

Thank You Everyone!

Thank you all for your kind words of congratulations and such. I’m still so excited and twitchy over this. I’ll probably calm down by tomorrow but for now I’m just still eeeeeeee~

Prompt #258: “Believing in Love,” by rwlart

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The air was cold, quiet, and still, and Fluttershy trembled as she stood outside the door of Twilight’s library. Her teeth would’ve been chattering, but she held a small paper bag in her mouth, filled with cherry cordials. Pinkie told her they were Twilight’s favorite, but as she stood there waiting, she wished she hadn’t asked. She wished she had just picked up some candy that looked nice and brought it to Twilight’s door when she stopped by on the way home. That was casual, just a nice thing for a friend to do for a friend on Hearts and Hooves Day. But asking for her favorite? That meant something.

Fluttershy told herself it shouldn’t be a big deal. She wasn’t asking Twilight to marry her. She wasn’t asking her to be her special somepony forever. She wasn’t asking anything of her. She just wanted Twilight to know how much she liked her. It was normal, she told herself. Having crushes and dating didn’t have to be big scary things.

But as she stood there, holding a bag of Twilight’s favorite candy on Hearts and Hooves Day, she knew she had made it a big scary thing, and she wished more than anything that she hadn’t done any of it. She was a fool for having such impossible hopes, and she should’ve just kept it to herself.

She would have left right then if she hadn’t already knocked. In a way, she was thankful that she had.

When Twilight opened the door her mane was a litle messy and she blinked, staring at Fluttershy for a moment before she smiled. “Hey Fluttershy! You wanna come in?”

Fluttershy blushed as she realized her knock must have woken Twilight up, and she cursed herself for rudely waking up. She knew she should’ve asked Twilight if she could stop by instead of just showing up out of the blue assuming somepony would be awake at three in the afternoon.

She reminded herself that, despite being groggy and being rudely awakened, Twilight cheerfully invited her in anyway, and that fact alone made her want to spread her wings and dance through the sky in joy. She gave Twilight another glance, and also reminded herself that despite being groggy and messy, Twilight was still the cutest pony she’d ever seen.

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A beautiful bit of TwiShy, replete with a bunch of nice little headcanons and other stuff. Robin delivers a good bit for one of my favorite ships.

Prompt #255: “What We Needed,” by rwlart

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Twilight breathed heavily as she sat in the middle of the library, staring into a book. She wasn’t breathing heavily because of the shadow of coming disaster that loomed over all of Equestria. It wasn’t because the Princesses had told her the Elements of Harmony alone wouldn’t be enough, and they all sat in a completely useless pile in the corner. She always knew someday they’d face a foe they couldn’t just blast with a rainbow. And it wasn’t because she hadn’t even come close to finding an alternative.

No, Twilight was panting, and her heart was racing, and her hooves couldn’t stay still because Pinkie Pie was sitting right next to her, reading over her shoulder.

Throughout the room, all of her friends were engaged in studying. Fluttershy and Rainbow were going through the books on historic magical weapons. Rarity was using her magic to sort through the books currently on the shelf. Applejack was researching non-pony magic. Pinkie was with Twilight studying primordial magic, because Pinkie alone could read as quickly as she could.

It definitely wasn’t because sitting next to Pinkie put her in such a state. Normally she would’ve taken any chance to sit next to Pinkie that she could. But then, in that moment, she just wished she could go away and ignore those feelings.

Twilight sighed and lifted her head from her book. “A-anypony find anything?”

Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash lifted their heads, and Fluttershy blushed slightly, looking away from Twilight. They both shook their heads.

Applejack shook her head and snorted. “I can hardly understand what I’m readin’, but I ain’t think it’s anything useful.”

Rarity let out a long sigh as her eyes kept scanning over the shelves. “I’ve got a stack of books on magical martial arts, but I couldn’t say how useful they’ll be.”

“Alright, thank you everypony,” Twilight said, letting out a sigh.

Pinkie just groaned softly in frustration next to her and slumped against her, and Twilight felt a shiver along her whole body as that soft, warm weight pressed into her. Her heart was racing, and she could hardly focus, and it felt so amazing to touch her that her face cracked into a smile despite their situation.

And suddenly, the room was lit with a flash bright enough that everypony lifted their heads.

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LOVE this. So much. This just might be my favorite thing that RWL’s written for TMP so far, actually. :)

It’s definitely high up in my list as well. Such a list is huge though. Robin’s written so much good stuff that it’s hard to pick just one! But this one is definitely fabulous and worth reading.

Prompt #197: “How to Please a Pinkie,” by rwlart

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Sweetie Belle’s heart pounded when she knocked on the door to Applejack’s farmhouse. She went over her story in her mind, both to remind herself and to convince herself of it. She wanted help with baking to try and earn her cutie mark. She thought the baking contest Pinkie was judging would be the perfect opportunity.

The image of Pinkie’s smiling face while she ate something Sweetie Belle made, that she made for her, was not part of her goals at all. It was just about her cutie mark.

Applejack opened the door and smiled when she saw her. “Well, hey there Sweetie Belle. You want I should get Apple Bloom for you?”

Sweetie swallowed and shook her head. “Well, actually, I was here to see you.”

Applejack blinked and nodded. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I was thinking about entering Pinkie’s baking contest,” Sweetie said. She blushed and looked down at her hooves. “You know, to try and earn my…”

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It’s crazy how much I like Sweetie Pie. It’s one of the crackiest of ships, since it relies upon Sweetie Pie falling in love with Pinkie once she grows into an adult, and requires Pinkie NOT fall in love with any of her super special awesome friends, but…Robin does it so beautifully. It’s a wonderful ship.

Prompt #41: “Bubble Bath,” by Daydream

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Twilight let out a long sigh as she lowered herself further into the hot water of the tub, sounding as if in that breath every bit of tension and anxiety escaped her. Their Canterlot hotel room had a huge bathroom with elegant, intricate details in the white and purple tile. The tub itself was sized to match, a circular pool in the floor that filled half the room. She could’ve fit all of her friends in it at once with ease. And part of her lingered on doing just that.

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So, I cut this story off where it did since it almost immediately dives into NSFW material, but the fantastic thing about this, and why I wanted to reblog it, is that Pinkie is genderqueer in this story. Bigender, arguably, but however you put it, she’s genderqueer, and I really love that. I think this story is so worth reading for that alone—it appeals to every last one of my interests in that regard. But, of course: be careful. It is NSFW.

Prompt #177: “My Very Best Friend,” by rwlart

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Everything was silent except for Twilight’s ragged, panting breaths. Fluttershy lay silent slumped against the wall, the stone cracked by the impact she made against it. Rarity lay silent atop Applejack’s body, having protected it to her last breath. Rainbow Dash lay silent, her wings bent in the wrong directions. And Pinkie Pie lay silent, the rear half of her body pinned under a fallen pillar. All of them were still. Twilight swallowed. She was the only one left, and she was not confident that this would remain the case for long.

But suddenly there was a gasp, and Twilight lifted her head. Pinkie stirred.

“Pinkie!” Twilight shouted. Her heart pounded but her body would not let her stand. She reached out with her forelegs and dragged herself across the floor, ignoring the pain in her chest. The pain was nothing. Pinkie was alive.

Pinkie slowly turned her head to face Twilight and she smiled. “Hey Twilight.”

Twilight managed to smile back, and when she reached her she rested one of her hooves on Pinkie’s. She sniffed and her eyes felt wet. “Pinkie.”

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Robin shows her brilliance yet again with another fantastic story. I won’t spoil the surprise. Just trust me: it’s the best explanation for a certain something I’ve ever seen, and one I’m willing to adopt as personal headcanon because of how beautiful—and heart-wrenching—it is.