Discord can have good behavior, even when nursing a broken heart over his best friend. It's when her heart is broken that he can't do it anymore.

It's a good thing he has a friend to help him give her space.

At least ten years of unrequited fluttercord included. This is my submission for the dialogue only contest.

One fateful day a simple man is ripped from his comfortable bed and is swung across realities into a world not his own and a body eerily familiar to him.

He now has the eldritch powers of a certain pink earth pony. What will he do with said power? Only time will tell.

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Here's the link to the original cover art image

[This will be randomly updated whenever I feel like it]

Anon is enjoying a cup of coffee and a great book in Twilight's library, but the arrival of a pegasus turns his life upside down.

It might also be a response to that, or it might not. (Not intended, but things click.)

When Sam opened his eyes, ready to start his first morning as a college student, the last thing he expected was to find himself in an unfamiliar bedroom, in the equally unfamiliar form of Princess Celestia.

Now trapped in a body teeming with an enormous amount of power and an equally enormous set of responsibilities and worries, Sam needs to get to the bottom of things before Equestria's enemies realize Celestia is not herself and take the advantage.

Cover art is by Nauyaco

This story is a sequel to A Dream

Sometimes you have to give up on a dream. When that happens, the only thing to do is get a second dream, a new dream, a better dream where you get internet points for being an edgy horse.

G5 MLP
Reading the previous story not required

This story is a sequel to The Sweetie Chronicles: Fragments

To fully appreciate this fic you'll need to read The Sweetie Chronicles: Fragments and at least some of MLP timeloops since this is a crossover between the two.

If you don't mind being confused feel free to proceed heedlessly.

Oneshot, but with room for expansion.

Note: as discussed with Wanderer D this fic is not canon to TSC:F

A not so standard human-in-Equestria story including but not limited to: democracy, tequila, and robots.

Things escalate from there.

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Now translated into Korean

This story is a sequel to An ANON FILLY Story

A prophecy spoke of the death of all things, and of a hero that could stop it all. I'm not entirely certain Anon is who they would have chosen, given a choice.

Join Anon Filly as she fights bandits, monsters, and horrors beyond comprehension, getting into mischief along the way and annoying everyone she possibly can.
From Good ol Boston of the Prohibition Era, straight into the wondrous world of Equestria, one could ask, "Is a pony-turned human ready to face evil that could liquefy a man on sight, whilst driving him beyond the brink of madness?!"
Well I believe the better question is, "Are they ready to face Anon?"

TAG: Call of Cthulhu. Lovecraft.

Reading the prequel is not necessary to understand this story. Consider the previous a rough draft, and this the final vision.

Moonshot was one of the winners of the last speedwriting contest, and for his prize, he asked for a 1000 word commission.

Your prompt is: Roast someone in the chat but don't say who
Could be yourself, could be me, could be {NAME} lmao; anyone goes

Blame him, not me. It's his fault.

(set in the Dadonequus series)

With Discord's ego on the line, he drags Anon along into the 'EQG' dimension to achieve his goals. However, said goals involve interviewing the Dazzlings, who are less than thrilled about the idea. Will Anon and Discord be able to gain their trust to obtain that interview? Who cares? We know that's not why you read these things by now.