The human was dead. And Applejack was the one to see him kill himself. She should be happy, right? The varmint was dead, no longer able to bother anypony else. Then why did Applejack felt sad?

A non-cannon sequel to Ending.

As I sit on this branch, looking at the town through the mangled, black branches, I began thinking about why I came here. About everything I left behind on Earth.

I wish I'd never have come here...

Consider joining the Ending-verse if you liked it!

This story has been redone. Also, A brilliant lad called Vlad decided to write a sequel. I seriously recommend reading that and following him.

Also, there's a prequel in the works!

There's a bug under my bed. Or at least I think it's a bug.

It says it needs to stay under there to hide.

I just hope it leaves soon. And doesn't eat me before then.

Artwork by sweetsing.

Zeref is the powerful and immortal, Black Wizard, who has committed countless atrocities throughout history, through the use of his Death magic. However, at some point, he learned the value of life, and his powers became a curse, taking the lives of everything around him. Not wanting to cause anymore suffering and wanting to make up for all the wrongs he has committed and will commit, he has chosen self-imposed exile, trying to find someone strong enough to kill him, so that he can find peace. He has since travelled to many worlds, but every one continues to reject him. Is there any world out there where he can find peace? Or anyone who can show him the right path?

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is copyright of Hasbro
Fairy Tail is copyright of Hiro Mashima

Dark Souls/My Little Pony crossover

Whilst on her daily routines, princess Celestia of Equestria is startled by a flashing text informing her of being invaded by 'xXL0Lzah_69Xx'
You will probably know what will happen next.

Inspired by the legend who lives on.

I was half way through Dust to Dust chapter three when my IPad ran out of charge which made me lose a thousand words. So I thought Dark Souls would help… somehow.
I hope you enjoy this!

-Lightning

A poorly placed message leads to an interesting interaction between a Cursed Undead and Celestia.

A Dark Souls 2 crossover, and a one-shot to boot.

One Doctor has just had himself removed from his universe in order to save it. The other is traveling alone after a disagreement with his wall-eyed companion. They are in for just a bit of a surprise when their TARDISes collide in transit.

Geronimo.

Humans aren't nearly as robust as ponies. Simple gestures such as hugs, pats on the back, and hoof bumps are all well and fine when it's another pony on the receiving end. With a creature a fraction of their mass, ponies often forget how fragile others can be.

A man reflects on his fragility during a routine checkup, and realizes that he might not be the only one affected by simple actions one might take for granted.

An audio reading has been done by the illustrious Illya Leonov.

Twilight Sparkle always said the fate of Equestria rested on her being friends with the other Element bearers. She didn't know just how right she was.

In the Ashlands timeline, Starlight Glimmer, Twilight Sparkle and Spike find one of its few survivors. From there, an uncomfortable truth is revealed that will leave Twilight reeling.

Blacklight had the truth. He knew what he was. He knew Alex was dead, and that he was never human. He knew that Dana was never his sister, and that he was never even slightly related to her. He knew that there was nothing tying him to Dana, no real memories or biological similarities or even species based empathy. For some reason, Blacklight loves Dana like a sister he doesn’t have.

Perhaps this is what keeps him tame when he is brought into a place he does not belong. A scenario where a being of chaos and war brought to a place of harmony and peace is not often a pretty one. Yet with Dana there, somehow he manages not to go berserk and start murdering everything in sight.

Now the Monster of Manhattan contemplates his place in the world, lies to his sister and the ponies, and questions his lack of empathy when he begins to feel remorse for his actions. He is beginning to miss the simple times where the only things he had to deeply contemplate were methods of horrifically mutilating armies with the maximum amount of efficiency. At least that was straightforward.

(This fic operates under the assumption that Prototype 2 and its tie-in comics never existed. If you really have to ask yourself why, play the first game, then play the second game. The reasons should become apparent.)

(Well I'll be damned. Front page on the first day. Thank you all for your support!)

(Well, enough of you seem to think this is funny enough to be a dark comedy, so I added a comedy tag. I have to warn you though, I'm not entirely certain as to how consistent the comedy will be. So don't come into this expecting the wacky misadventures of a murderous psychopath.)