Twilight’s Forbidden Tome






Chapter 1:

The Hunt for Books



The Canterlot Archives stretched before Twilight Sparkle like a cathedral of knowledge, a sprawling maze of towering shelves that dwarfed her modest Golden Oak Library back in Ponyville. Its vaulted ceilings soared high above, adorned with int

againagain but instead of 10pm its not even 8pmagain but im not (as) tired as hellagain but im still dwelling on last nights self-awarenessdont know why im getting all sentimental herei just need some kind of intro i guesswell i dont have much to sayuhthanks for reading this certified bullshit (not sure if this is just lazy, but this does take place on the same day as the last two, and as usual they will be sorted into a folder in my profile)(ok so for some reason i also wrote this extremely lon

MOTHER’S DAY


Amanda knew exactly what she wanted for mother’s day. Or, should we say, who? The entire Gray family knew what she wanted. Amanda wasn’t shy about her eating habits or her burning desire to feel each of her kids inside her, melting away as they digest. It was just a matter of who she would choose.

All four of Amanda and Louis’ kids were gathered at the Gray mansion for mother’s day bru

Following a dusty road, Vardal is still tracking that caravan, he does have a track, the pieces of discarded clothes, bones, and feezies, probably remains of slaves and those who were unlucky enough to cross the drow's path.


the trail is getting fresher as now he can actually make out that there are four maybe five people walking who are wearing armor, trails of weels or a cart being pulled by a four legged animal, and ofcourse the occasional struggles.

Following a dusty road, Vardan is still tracking the caravan. He's found a trail: pieces of discarded clothing, bones, and feces—likely the remains of slaves and those unlucky enough to cross the drow’s path.

The signs are getting fresher now. He can make out the tracks of four, maybe five people wearing armor, the marks of a wheeled cart pulled by a large four-legged animal, and evidence of struggling.

Hiding in the underbrush, he fi

Hump Day



Commission



I never wanted the job.



I’m not sure many girls do. It just...fell into my lap, I guess. It comes with a lot more risk, but I c

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’t argue with the pay. It was always risky to be beautiful. There were rules everywhere else.

Secrets in the Air
Upon entering the dim enclosure of the cave in the mountainside, a woman of average height and trim build at the mouth of the stone entrance whisked her hands in nervous excitement down the sides of her weathered pants.
This was it. This had to be her newest potential treasure trove of forgotten history or myths beyond the ages. Everything pointed to this section of the mountain for clues on lost civilizations! And she was anxious for a breakthrough after this particularly lo