A guy buys a replica of the Pon drum from patapon on Etsy, and is sent to Equestria as the great Patapon. He then plants Mater, the Patapon tree of life, and brings the Patapon tribe to the new land. Now it is time for the Patapons to march!

A Displaced fic. Tags and characters will be added as I go on. Rated T just in case. I do not own Patapon or MLP. Also, thanks to 'DIE: Dwarf In Equestria' for the title idea.
2/1/2015 4:10 PM: Wait...... I was FEATURED!?!?! How did that happen! Thank all you readers for helping me get here! This really means a lot to me! Now, I'm going to go party! (March 26th and another feature! Thank you so very much!) (Another feature as of April 18, 2015! Thanks so much!) (Okay, I'm going to stop tracking when I got featured, but thank you all so much!.)

Heard any of the stories of people disappearing from the middle of convention inside a crowded room with hundreds of eyes watching them fall through a portal or in a flash of light. Well guess who joined the club!

Well now I'm stuck as a statue of the garden of two technicolor pony princesses because they don't like strange being landing in the middle of their magical pony gala and giving them a middle-finger-salute before running away.

I'm not sure if they know what that was anyway...

Rated teen for strong language and other future things like violence or very crude humor. Early chapters rated terrible for bad writing and poor grammar I can't find

A Displaced Story
[Fullmetal Alchemist]

OPEN TO CROSSOVERS
PM if interested

Crossovers:
Gravity of the Situation by DJSkywalker

Featured:
8/3/15
15/3/15
22/3/15

Who would have thought that the life of a merchant would be so difficult yet so fulfilling at the same time. That is...

If you were the same kind of merchant as I was.

Here I am, transported to another world and promoted by a higher entity from being an ordinary human, to an immortal merchant/collector. I was also tasked with the duty of finding what seems to be an infinite amount of legendary artifacts and weapons to prevent this world's inhabitants from using them for ill purposes, as well as, try to keep the balance as steady as it can get.

But in this world, where magic, mythology, and all kinds of other weird stuff are practically the norm, I think that would be a wee bit difficult.

Author's Notes
Multiple crossovers with elements taken from them. Mostly from Dota 2.
Constructive criticism is immensely appreciated.
I have no bloody idea what drove me to write this.
Temporary cover art is temporary.
Will be really slow with updates due to life and a brick wall labeled 'writer's block'.

* February 9 2015 *
Sorta fixed and edited Chapters 1 and 2 after I got comments on mistakes and stuff.
Big thanks to Dark Nebula and Minalkra for the help.

Nine billion nine hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight, nine billion nine hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine, ten billion.

There is only so many times one can count to ten billion before it gets boring, and that would be the first time. I've spent so long just standing here watching the days go past that I feel as though it would only take a glass of water to sway me.

I don't hate the sisters for what they've done, they made the right choice in their position. Who knows, maybe I'll go back to counting after I've gotten out of here. Maybe.

I suppose peace was too much to ask for.

Alright, this is mostly just written as a joke so don't take it too seriously and I'm sorry if I offend anyone... somehow. Oh and this is a Displaced fic, so go ahead and hate on it if you want.

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This story has been canceled for lack of interest in writing this story.
There is a low chance that I may continue the story, but at the moment I am not.
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Well, let's start with the obvious: I am a human from the world of humans... in a Chupacabra's body... in a new world. Shit well, at least it's a break from my extremely boring life of programming.

Ok, hold on let's do some introductions: my name is James and you are the reader for my story, nice to meet you.
Ok, so now that craps over let's start with what I am for I am not just any old myth, I am a super hyped up powerful myth with awesome fucking powers.
So how will I fare in this new world and how will the people/ponies (what...?) of it respond to a car-sized super powerful black wolf creature, they may or may not have seen before...?
Hopefully well...

-Edited by >>>>Inrix<<<< I need him, without him I would be dead...

So here I'm stuck in Equestria, in the form of Mewtwo from Pokemon, FUN!
What's not so 'fun' is that my appearance is frightening to most ponies. It doesn't help that I can only communicate by projecting my thoughts into the minds of others. Now I need to find some way to convince the Princesses that I don't want to harm anypony, and that there's something bigger is happening.

Twilight's abilities stem from her Gamer power which makes her life like an RPG. How will this affect her life? Let's find out!

I finally saved up the money. I finally had a costume I felt was sufficient. I finally got to go to Botcon. As Soundwave. I even practiced his special disturbing walk cycle for extra effect. Granted, I had to do it all with a missing Laserbeak, but hey, I could always roleplay that the little bugger was off on reconnaissance.

Then I saw a way to skip that little mistake altogether: A perfectly sized, articulated Laserbeak, with straps to hold it on properly. I didn't even think about it. I didn't think about why what appeared to be an entire prop shop was set up in the middle of a con. I didn't think about what the chances of this particular prop even existing were. I couldn't even be bothered to think about the creepy dude wearing a creepy hooded robe working the booth as he chuckled at my enthusiastic strapping on of my perfectly-sized addition.

Now I'm in the world of ponies, and have been turned into one of the most technologically-advanced villains of a completely different universe. Nothing to do now except make myself useful, I suppose.

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And thus, I throw my hat into the ring with all the other LoHAV stories. I've been wanting to do this pretty much since the whole trend started, but couldn't figure out which character to use. Let's see how this goes, shall we?

When a Necromancer is hurled into the place between places then escapes to another world at the cost of his life it is not the end. Being a Necromancer he returns to life with ease, but is skirting the edges of consciousness, and unable to truly wake as a mysterious figure uses magic to put him on the back of a horse to carry him away into the night.

To make matters worse the phylactery he used to save his own life recreated him as a member of the dominant race with... some errors. His injuries are still present and he's now in a much smaller body with his magic drained to nothingness.

So now he's horribly injured, held captive by an unknown force, in an unfamiliar body, in an unfamiliar world and completely exhausted. He's had worse days. He just can't think of any off the top of his head. So familiar territory then, nothing to worry about.

(Thank you again Tulip for the amazing piece of artwork.)

On Hiatus due to Life. Sorry.

Rick is an isolated human that got stranded in the woods after being sucked in a portal and built his life there since he was 19. Now 22 he became well known with the wildlife and the climate, he knew it was going to get colder, with that he needed some more wood for a fire to keep him warm. Then he discovered something strange.