To whoever finds this collection of logs. Hi, my name is Mike, you probably want to know why I sound like Soundwave from the Transformers cartoon. Well, that's because I did turn into him and with that, you also want to know how I got turned into him. Well, you can find that out down below in the first log. But the only thing I can say is, don't buy hyper-realistic props from a guy at comic con. Especially if they are extremely cheap.

Well, this has been fun to record, but I have to get back to Vinyl Scratch, we have an important album to finish, so see you later.

This is my first crack at a displaced fanfic. If you have any advice to give while writing this it would be greatly appreciated. As for the fanfic that this is based on you can find it here under the name Air Superiority by TcogArchitect

A 19 year old boy was simply walking around his neighborhood at early morning, as he had done for many years. Imagine his surprise when a woman gives him a pencil in return for a hug. Imagine his surprise when he suddenly finds himself in Equestria, where every word he writes, becomes real.

Well, nearly.

The amount of gore will be light in as many areas as I can manage, but I might make mistakes. Sex will not be shown in this story, it will be hinted at and implied at some points, and all that jazz. But again, it will not be shown. The crossover tag is for things that may or may not be shown later in the story.

This story is one I'm likely going to focus most of my time on, no matter how many new stories spawn from me in the future. This one just provides so much opportunity that I simply couldn't pass it up, and I doubt I'll be able to resist writing it for any overly long stretch of time.

Though, of course, it being me, a lot could happen to hold me back, but hey, I'll try to keep a schedule with this one.

Also, yes, I'm sorry, but this is a Displaced story. I really have gotten hooked on the idea of Displaced. Can't seem to get the bug out. Ah well.

Oh, and don't worry my friends, this won't be one of those super OP Displaced that many dislike. If it becomes OP, well, that will very likely be pretty far down the road of this story. And don't expect a cut-and-paste adventure 'Hero defeats villain' either.

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)

Ugh! Being stoned by the very things that you have been gifted with sucks, but when it means that the world stays safe, its worth the 1,000 year wait. My name... I go by many names; Shade Blitz, Norijiro, Rage. But my most common name; Alexander, God of Rage. This is my story.

HIE, a Displaced story.
I dont get it. I didn't even wanna go to that stupid convention. I suck around big crowds. Didn't help, what with all the talk of people dressing up in cosplay going missing. I pick up an Escafil cube off some random table to take a look at it, and now I'm stuck in a world of vibrant pony-people?

Holy rusted metal, Batman! Featured on 4/24/15! And again on 8/5/15!...and... again? on 8/6/15?
Thank you guys so much!~

If you think you know me, then you are truly mistaken.

Back where I'm from, I was forced to go with my classmates to a museum filled with costumes and clothes. It wasn't quite my cup of tea until I met a woman who told me that she could tailor something for me for a small fee. So, I asked for a scarf that resembled the burning flame of a phoenix. After receiving it though, things began to go south (Mostly because of my emotions back then). My life was already a living hell and ending up in another world was the last thing I would've expected.

But as I would find out, my life experiences and the things I've learned in the course of my long life have forged me into the being that I am. The tortured phoenix with a burning heart and spirit.

I am Ember Valkyr. The flame that will be the last thing you'll see.

Displaced story following the perspective of one of my own characters this time. One that I came up with. Thanks Fiction Fanatic and ElementBrigade (along with many other people) for your inspiration.

Credits to everything shown. Artwork made by me. It's a partial League of Legends crossover because of one of the characters, but that's it. League of Legends belongs to Riot Games

Featured: 8/7/2020 (Thank you guys so much!)
Featured again: 9/29/2022

(This is a Displaced Story. If you hate them, please leave)
People don't know how agonizing it is being alone for a few thousand years, stuck in a chair the whole time. Let me tell you, it's not fun. Then, this teeny weeny 'Princess' shows up and acts like she's the boss. Oh, and Sparklebutt is there too.

So, how did this happen? It's was probably that angsty Merchant asshole. Should never have bought from him. News flash kids: when a creepy Merchant guy walks up to you with very desirable wares, walk the fuck away. It's a damn trap.

But the worst part of my endless torment? I'm a fucking corpse sitting on a golden throne, writhing in agony as I slowly decay into nothingness.

....fuck you, Merchant Asshole.

And Sparklebutt, JUST. FUCKING. STOP.

(If The Emperor Had a Text-to-Speech Device)

Jackson 'Call me Wolfgang' Amadeus has been put asleep in a Sarcophagus for the last three thousand years as a punishment for a crime he didn't commit. He would've been asleep for three thousand more had his... containment facility... not been disturbed.

Now the might of one very confused Human has been unleashed onto an Equestria, were nothing is as it should be and worse.

Warning: Story does not include Gandalf

Life is never predictable. Some people are born, destined for greatness, their fates predetermined for them to rose above the rest, and live wonderful lives. Other's are just meant to be average. To have their day to day, and never make a mark on the world.

For this family, it's neither.

A dragon king, who fought a war three thousand years ago, now released from his stone prison. A mecha, with incredible power, and a past he wished didn't happen. A demon, her body not her own, and within her mind sleeps a different kind of beast. A machine, his mind corrupted, his past stained with madness. A ranger, who understands what his allies do not, and survives on his own. A man, born to fight the nightmares that plague the omniverse, yet is a nightmare himself.

Though different, they are family, and this is their story.

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Hey everyone. This is the rewrite of my original displaced stories, which I'm hoping this improves on. Now a few of these characters aren't mine. Many belong to PyraBlue Heart. Hopefully you old fans out there will know which ones. I won't say here because it'll spoil things, but I will when they come up. Anyways, hope I can make a better story than what I first had.

Disclaimer: None of the songs or music I use in this story are mine. All songs belong to their respective owners.

Hello, my name is Ori. I used to have a different name (and species) but since I was pretty much reborn as Ori, I figured that would be my name too. Anyways, my story starts at a con I attended dressed as Ori from Ori and the Blind Forest (because he's frikkin awesome and cute as heck). I bought something from the Merchant and the rest you know.

A\N I've recently learned how to upload images for my avatar so I thought I'd apply it to cover art. And here it is. I don't know who made this or how, but credit goes to them.