The immaterium is an unpredictable and fickle aspect of reality, and "impossible" ceases to be a valid term when it is involved.

As such, when Twilight witnesses a fantastical cosmic event occur above Equestria, she immediately investigates. What she finds is nothing short of one of the most dangerous artifacts to ever make its way to the relatively peaceful realm of ponies: a blackened suit of massive armor, marked by the ouroboros.

Warhammer 40,000 crossover inspired by Blooms in the Dust.
Now with a sequel, Forged Anew!

In the far-flung lands around Equestria there are countless bizarre monsters, uncatalogued species, and unknown magics. Across the wastelands, hidden in the uncharted stretches of desert, rumors speak of a tribe of strange creatures, perhaps related to the changelings, but with features derived from an unusually specific insect lineage.

This is the tale of one such creature. Perhaps the only one remaining. His name is Dust, and he stalks the mountains in service to his long quest.

He just wishes he could remember what it was.

"Light and Darkness exist alone; But shadow lies between their zones
Fickle truth, and little wit; Take the reigns and bite the bit
Can you not see- never did hear? Patience alone brings death near!
Destiny brings all to close; but of your fate, no one knows"
- Unknown, 341 Anno Domina

A darkness lies in Canterlot- a place abandoned, for those left to rot
A colt, dying, without a name- saved now by princess's shame
A tale woven, end long foretold- powers play beyond the fold
Is it destiny, is it fate- for them all soon to suffocate?
Celestia saved the abandoned foal- only for him to pay the toll
But family now, soon, forever- Solstar's instincts always clever
Can they learn, can they wake- smell the fire 'fore day break?
A wretched light, a noble crime- shadows between have blurred the line.

He wants peace- she, a son; but have either of them really won?
Their lives in warring gods' hands; their story's outcome is already planned...

First book in the tale of Andromeda Solstar
Second Saga of The Infinity Chronicles

CURRENTLY UNDER REWRITE
Version 2 starts after chapter 22. Read prior chapters with caution.

In the beginning, The Great Weaver brought together the world, from the mountains to the forests. Stitching it together, the Great Tapestry connects all living and nonliving things.

The Changelings found themselves especially connected to this Tapestry. Legend says that the first Changelings fell through the world as it was woven together, only to be caught on the First Weave beneath it all.

But what happens when something else is caught in the Weave?

Prince Phasmatodea, son of Queen Chrysalis, remembers what it was like before he hatched. He remembers being a human. He remembers dying. And he fully intends on avoiding another death.

But being gifted a new life does not matter when one failure, one false step, will lead to your untimely demise in the Changeling hive, for Prince Phasma must survive his toughest adversary from the start: Mother Dearest.

Cover art as of 1/18/21 by Nixworld

This story is a sequel to Repercussions

Page has some problems. Some are large with larger teeth. Some have sharp claws. Some have wings. Most are ponies. Sometimes being an alicorn is simply not worth the perks of the job, no matter how nice.

The village of Nocturnis has grown slightly and is still growing, built into the southern jungles and forming the core of the rare thestral tribe.

However, forming a new town is not without its own dangers or troubles. Especially if built in a difficult location. But it’s not always the wildlife that’s the most troublesome.

Cover image by Sipioc
Betaed by Arratra

Once one of the most dangerous things to face in the entirety of the world, Liberty Prime now lies unused and unneeded in a world where freedom is taken for granted. However, this world will soon learn to be grateful for their freedom, as it is now under attack. Faced with a massive surprise invasion, Equestria now lies defenseless against the Changeling nation. The Changelings seem unstoppable, with their only threats trapped or incapacitated…

Or so they thought. Even on the cusp of victory the Changeling army has brought themselves their greatest disadvantage. Deep within the Everfree, Prime detects massive energy signatures from far away. How will a weapon of wanton destruction interact with those who have never seen the horrors of death?

The End Times are here!

The Great Necomancer, Nagash, has finally completed his vengence on the Tomb Kings of Nehekhara. Settra the Imperishable has fallen and the city of Khemri is now nothing but sand. Every undead creature is now a slave to his indomitable will.

Or so he thinks.

A group of surviving Tomb Kings have managed to evade his sight. Uniting under a lost legion, they flee to a new land beyond his reach, but will this new world truly be safe? Can they count on the Crystal Empire to be their sanctuary? Or will the horrors of the Old World find a way through?

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I have never written a Warhammer fic before, but I am a fan of the books and of Tomb Kings in particular. I hope this is up to scratch with my previous fiction but if anything sticks out let me know and I will correct it. Tagged for Human becaue they are human, undead ones, but technically still human.

While providing support for the Elements of Harmony as they go up against a magical anomaly, Midnight Blossom and her team of thestrals find a strange stallion in the forest. His loud and proud ways are antithetical to their stealth mission, no matter how insistent he is that he knows the world-ending, all-powerful wizard they're hunting on a personal level.

This story takes place in the RGRE (Reversed Gender Roles Equestria) universe. I originally wrote it in greentext, but altered it to prose for FIMfiction. This version will be updated alongside its greentext counterpart.

Even a god may regret what they have done.

Ever since your birth in the celestial forges, you’ve done all that I have asked of you. You have bled the lightning in your veins, you have endured resurrection after resurrection in the wars for your homeland. But sacrifice, no matter how necessary can still scar the soul. The seasons are shifting, the ages turn, the skies of the mortal realms turn dark. Heralding our storm.

My children, cast in thunder, born of Azyrs wrath. You are my judgement, my vengeance. You are the avatars of my oath. My promise of redemption, to the realms I once abandoned...

Next chapter in progress.