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Call me Shiro. My story begins when I find myself in the land of Equestria. I would say something cliché, like, “a world I only thought existed in a show for little girls” or something, but it really isn't. I mean, sure, it's similar enough, but at the same time it isn't the perfect, peaceful world they depict. For starters, I haven't met a pony who hasn't had somepony the know and love get eaten by some predator. That's where I come in.

You see, when I arrived, I was changed into not a pony, but a tiger. I don't care what you say, I'm not a Gary Stu! Sure, I have chaos magic, get a girlfriend in less than a month, and get a katana, but the katana breaks... while fighting an elder god... Okay, fine, but I don't go full Stu. You never go full Stu. Anyway, this is the story about my quest to protect these ponies that I came to love.

Chaotic Harmony is an over-the-top action/comedy (emphasis on comedy) that takes all the clichés you know and love (or hate) and breaks, twists, turns them on their ears, or pumps them full of adrenalin and laughs as they rape your brain. This is, however, also a story about overcoming loss and forging a new life.

Contains: Different-but-not-quite-different-enough-for-AU Equestria, ridiculous comedy, over-the-top DBZ level action, borderline Stu self-insert, tigerxpony shipping, and dark, emotional chapters later on.

You'll laugh, cry, cheer, and d’aww throughout the rollercoaster ride that is Chaotic Harmony.

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Breath-Taking Cover Art by Kyumiku

Big Thanks to Yami-Sempai for allowing me to use the "The Wife of the Old Draconequus" title as the title for this fanfic:)

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Beautiful Fan Art by CandyEater9115 on Deviantart / Discord-askblog on Tumblr

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Given a unique perspective on negative emotion, less than a foal's knowledge of ordinary magic, a healthy schadenfreude, and danger bearing down on all sides, the self-proclaimed "Weiss Noir" makes no plans accounting for his death, and plans to keep it that way, even after being torn away from earth, turned into a unicorn, and dumped into one of the most inhospitable locations and times in all of Equestria.

Stranded in the Frozen North, a place where biting cold ends lives, and one thousand years in the past, in a time when peril is the norm, rather than the exception, Weiss decides to indulge in sorcery most foul, stolen ideas, and human ingenuity to survive.

Given the choice between a mad slaver and a mad sage, however, there is no avoiding an inevitable tide of ponies escaping the conquered Crystal Empire to bask in the warmth of his well-stoked hate. Something which draws attention, enemies, and most worryingly, the rivalry of his "peers".

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Over a millenium ago, a creature was dug up beneath the Crystal Empire— a sleeping god. But as all shall know, a sleeping god still dreams.

Holy bugger I hit the featured box, 12/09/2014. Also, turns out I have a TV TROPES page . http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/Millennium

I would like to thank the brilliant C-Conztantine on Deviantart for his allowing me to use his fantastic illustration.

Puzzle Piece is the premier information broker in the infamous nation of Freeport, leading one of the most powerful and wealthy organizations in the islands. However, after months of absence from Freeport, he returns to find everything he built in shambles and his lieutenants fighting over the remnants. With chaos reigning in the streets, the Council tells him to get his house in order or see his life’s work swept away. Unfortunately for Puzzle, there are forces in Freeport that don’t want to see him succeed. Nobody can be trusted, nothing is safe—not even his deepest secrets.

A chronological sequel to Northern Venture.

After a human wakes up to find that he's changed species and gender, he/she ended up spending a decade as an adventurer and after gaining a reputation as a member of a well-known group of explorers traveling the world. They have decided upon their next destination... Equestria.

But what led this human turned Dragon to this point?

This is the story of Flare Blacksmith, dragoness, traveler, Explorer, and did we forget to mention that she has a strong resemblance to a certain baby dragon named Spike?

This story is heavily inspired by the longtime favorite of many, Ten Years Gone, by Some Other Guy.

This is a prequel to a upcoming rendition of ten years gone called Ten Years Redone

I fully admit that the initial concept is not mine, and that some chapters have similarities to the original. I would gladly contact the author of the original if not for the fact that he has completely disappeared, and hast not been on the site for quite some time.

Artwork is not mine, source is unknown, All credit goes to them and I would be more than happy to accept a more original variation.

(Mac349: Mythic Void: Boldish42: official editor's and proofreader's)

The story of "Twilight's Kingdom" from Discord's point of view. Written as a prequel to "No Escape From Yourself."

Cover art from PonyChaos13's "7th Element Project", which predated "Twilight's Kingdom" but was shockingly prescient.

One day just as ponies are celebrating the Summer Sun Celebration a giant metallic star falls from the heavens depositing a small pink puffball in their midst. That pink puffball is known as Kirby.

Join Kirby as he meets the ponies in this mish mash of a world combining both Equestria and Dream Land as one. He will face countless foes and make numerous friends as he changes the way ponies see the world one fight at a time.

Every hat available and multiple partners to be made. Truly this is one grand dreamland.

I stood over the cold and smoldering corpses of my fallen brothers and sister. Their hollow eyes glaring up at me, eyes that once held ambition, passion, and a dedication to their duties. I now stood over their mangled bodies, as the last of my kind.

Author’s note: I do plan to come back to this story at some point in the future, please be patient