Six humans are transported to Equestria during it's time of need. (This story is in desperate need of better cover art)

For some, it's to be paid. That is the case of Slade Wilson. With Equestria's large supply of gold and minerals, surely this will be a bounty worthy of a king. With the promise of a reward, he will not hesitate to claim it.

To the one called Steve Rogers, it is for what is right. The price of freedom was always high, but it was always something he was willing to pay, no matter whose freedom it is. He is in it for anything but himself. But perhaps... perhaps this little thing he was promised may be beneficial to everyone he knows.

James Raynor, too fights for freedom. As a bonus, he got to fight for someone else's wellbeing too now. And once this is all done and over with, he'll have more than enough funds and new methods to fight the oppressive dominion.

To the human called Medic. Not only is here for the money, but for the sake of self betterment and SCIENCE. Who knows what magic could do for his research? (And hey, he wouldn't need to cut any unfortunate soul up in the process... that isn't to say he wouldn't want to though...)

To the one called Sanya V. Litvyak it's just so she can be with her parents again. Nothing more.

And lastly, to the boy called Armin Arlert, it's for a safer, a better way to fight and defend against the monsters that are ravaging his homeland.

I still can't believe it all started with a family camping trip gone wrong. One moment I was enjoying my time with my parents and brothers, then next thing I knew I was stranded on a world full of magic and mythological creatures. In one day, I went from worrying about the upcoming calculus test to worrying about my next meal. I remember how the only thing keeping me going was the hope that I might find a way home. Little did I know that some deities had other plans in store for me.

I remember all the promises I made, both those kept and betrayed. I remember the friends I made on my little adventure; the same friends I threw away when everything came crashing down. Oh, the memories I made... Oh, the memories I am now forever cursed to remember.

I suppose this is a just punishment. My only regret is that my friends may never hear my side of the story.

Set between Seasons 2 and 3 // Some deviations from canon post-season 2 due to when this was originally started.

Pre-read, Cover art, and Audio Reading provided by: Skijarama

[Displaced Story]

[I own only the plotline of this story]

My name is Roronoa Zoro, but most know me as the Green Demon. Fifteen hundred years ago I was the most wanted creature on Equus. Armies attempted to stop me, only for me to crush them. At one point, they got in a lucky shot and turned me into another trophy from an era best left forgotten.

Now?

I am a type of ally, helping to stop or hinder the coming storm that will shake this very world to its foundations. And they can't find anyone better, much to their dismay.

I have Haki. I have companions. And I've got common sense. Get ready for this demon’s return.

Crossovers (in order) with:

The Mighty Warrior of Epicness/
For Glory! For Equus! For Epicness!

The Price of Power

I’ll Get the Job Done

A Passing Through Kamen Rider

Goes to a con as a OP AF character and get sent to a magical world, nothing can go wrong right?

A God of Hyperdeath, self proclaimed Dream Demon and the strongest Xelor crash landed in a desert. seeking a purpose to life and avoid from getting imprisoned in stone while trying to not change the future by a mile away while also adventuring all around the world for a way back home to Earth.

(Displaced Fic)
(a crossover between MLP, Gravity Fall, Wakfu, Undertale, and other)
(Expect some changes in the future)

Something I made when I'm bored, this is my first time making a fanfic
Disclaimer : English isn't my first language so I apologize for the horrible grammar and misspell. Help me improvising by telling me what to do or what to correct.
Teen tag for cursing and sexual stuff. No clop (probably)

He never loses a fight.
He can walk through camps of Raiders and defeat them without firing a single bullet.
He has been banned from all of the Strip's casinos, twice.
Someone once reported that bullets turn around and jump back into the gun when he is fired at.
He has survived nearly everything, hardly breaking a sweat all the while.
So what will happen when his luck finally runs out?

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Story complete on its birthday!

You should probably play New Vegas before reading this.

"Happy fuckin' Birthday you glorious bastard of fiction"
~T6, 11/26/2015

Troy Caliber and Neo Blake are two friends that have faced many things in their life together. So when they both buy some interesting stuff from a guy cosplaying as the merchant from resident evil, the last thing they would suspect is to be transported to a world full of walking talking ponies and other creatures like griffons, talking deer's and minotaur's, and becoming the people they cosplayed as in con. The ponies they meet are having a terrible case of demon attacks happening, not just near them but the other raciest, luckily the two are fast learners and find this to be more interesting than scary.

The double duo are going to face many ugly, monstrous demons in the world of equestrian. Taking them down and delivering demonic beatdown in style😎.

Dracule Knight is labeled as the most deadliest man alive, and marked as the strongest person on earth. But that doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy, dracule lives life in excitement and action where ever he goes. So when a random portal transports him to equestria things get a whole lot more interesting for the warrior. instead of freaking out and wishing to go home, dracule takes the whole thing as a stroke of luck. being in a world full of magic, and creature only to believe were myths excites dracule to higher levels. sadly equestria is facing a slight problem, a monster problem. good thing someone's there to take these monsters on face to face, it doesn’t matter if your a monster, demon, ghost, zombie, you name it. Dracule will take you on and beat you down with a smile on his face. And lets not forget the sweet ass powers dracule gets that will help him in the long run.

This story has a sequel: Achieving Divinity: Dragon's Deception

(This is a Divinity II crossover but you won't need to have played the game to understand this story so please just give this a chance if you haven't. Watch the trailers for Divinity 2 if you want to know more or read the wiki page if you prefer... I'm basically making this the fourth installment in the series of actual games. There was Divine Divinity, Beyond Divinity, Divinity II: Ego Draconis/The Dragon Knight Saga AKA Flames of Vengeance and now my story: Achieving Divinity. Set a few months after Divinity 2: DKS for those who've played the game.)

Damnation! How the hell did this happen? This is worse than when the others told me we had to eat soil three times a day to survive, but we didn't do it In front of the young recruits so as not to discourage them...

Ah well, I suppose I should introduce myself first of all, that is the polite way to do things yes?.

My name is Dra- Err... Tyrath, Tyrath Kyelinth. It's pronounced Kai-linth just so you know, but I don't mind. If you have your own pronunciation for it, go right ahead.

...

Anyway, enough of that, my name i- Wait I just went over this! Sorry, I got confused for a second, that tends to happen when you’ve got a thousand things on your mind at any given time. Moving on this time... No for real, I won't forget this time. Do you ever find yourself in an existential quandary? Wondering just what the hell happened and how you got there in the first place what certain things you could've changed to avoid this exact situation? I know I have...

I saved the world more than once yes, but what about myself? Can I save myself? I was 19 at the time, it's now a year later and I never found time to work on myself.I don't know who I am or what my end goal is. I wonder about myself sometimes.

Then again one of these particular moments happens in every beings life at one point usually. So. Here I am. At the start of my new story.

Let's begin, shall we?

This story is a sequel to Achieving Divinity: A New World

(Slight M rating warning: Sex. and a bunch of fucked up fetishes. Chapters will be marked with an [M] at the start, and the A/N of said chapters will contain a warning. There may be some chapters containing 'A Slice of Life'. Chapters will be marked with [SoL] at the start.)

So... Here we are. Again. My story ended on a cliffhanger last time, yes? Well, here I am to continue it. I'm not quite dead yet... Or am I? I could be for all I know. Maybe I'm here as my Heaven or Hell? Or purgatory? Am I in Purgatory? Ah, thinking thoughts like this doesn't help.

So... I left off with Erlking chanting a spell and me being thrown through a portal... Right? Yes, right. Ahem.

I think at that point, my life took a major u-turn straight to Tartarus. But me being me, I decided to sit back and enjoy the damn ride. No point fighting what you can't control, right? WRONG! I WILL PUNCH DEATH IN THE BALLS IF HE COMES ANYWHERE NEAR ME! Ok? Ok.

Just to be clear, I am not afraid of death. No far from it. Hell, I'll head right into it and I'll even pay the toll. I will even enjoy the ride there, but I will fight to prevent it.

Huh? Then, what am I afraid of you ask? Well, read on and find out what a God is scared of... Hmm? I'm not a God? Nope, you are correct. But I may as well be, right? I need my self-esteem or else I have nothing.

I know I am not a God. I am not perfect. I'm the farthest thing from it. But I strive to be good. To help the innocent and the helpless. I have been hailed as a God before for my deeds back in Aleroth.

If not a God, I strive to be a Saint. This isn't Rivellon. I'm no God. I'm just an alien. A foreigner in a hostile and unfamiliar place, right?

ANYWAY. Enough rambling, let's continue shall we?

Steve is the only Crafter left. A terrible war against Herobrine had taken everyone from him. He lives, but without purpose. His happy-go-lucky attitude hides decades of war and scars. He wishes for a second chance, a way to make it up to those he lost. Now, due to unknown powers, he arrives in Equestria. Can these peaceful ponies make a mark on a battle-scarred Crafter, or will the darkness inside consume him from the inside out.

Post Discontinued Edit: Wow, that Description is way off the mark. I can't believe I wrote this. Anyway, if anyone is reading this, then, well, yeah, the story is discontinued. Has been for a while.

Sorry.

Ruthim345