It was going to be a wonderful day of hanging out with her friends at a gaming convention, filled with whatever antics the group of friends got themselves into. If only that was truly to be.

A confrontation with a strange merchant lands Dark Souls fan, Revan Eckley, in a world of technicolor equines as none other than Ornstein the Dragonslayer, the very character she had cosplayed as! Now she must set out into this ancient Equestria, and face whatever horrors that she comes across. Her arrival could not have been better timed, as it seems dragons are ravaging this land, and the Dragonslayer must rise again.
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I may add tags as the story progresses and they become necessary, though for now what you see is what I believe I shall stick to.

My name is Jake. Or Orpheus. Which ever you want to call me, I'm used to both. I could explain that I'm a mute brony gamer and I was sent Equestria.... but I'll explain like this...

I was sent to Equestria by a merchant... a very creepy one too. He sold me a steel cosplay Evoker, thanks to my brother giving me money. I didn't think much of it at the time, but what was my luck to find an fake Evoker? Buuuut now I'm stuck in a equestria with a limited supply of Soul Points to survive on. If only I could find a Soma in Equestria...

Oh yeah, I can talk now too.

Why is my life so... weird.

Displaced story about a mute brony who plays games, preferably persona games. like that cliche hasn't been used a million times.

Tag will be updated as I go.

Cover art is temporary, or until I can find someone to make me some.

Rated teen for strong language and for violence. I mean, this is a displaced story!!! Why the heck wouldn't a displaced fight something?!

It gets a bit darker as the story goes. You've been warned.

Check out my other displaced story: The non-Equestrian Equestrian hero!

So, I go to Comic-con to have fun with my friends and have a normal experience. I even resisted the temptations around me so I would not go cosplay as something. Go me. Unfortunately, the universe knows no bounds when it comes to screwing around with me.

Now stranded in a world and a body no longer my own, I'll have no choice but to face the politics and war that surround me. That and I also has to face the fact I'm in charge of a new kingdom and I have to look out for them as well.

My name is Philip. But some recognize me now as Yveltal, Pokemon of Destruction and Lord of Death.

Well, without further adiue, down the rabbit hole we go!

Displaced fic so if you hate that don't read. Displaced as a Shiny Yveltal!

Rated teen due to some violence and foul language!

We've got a great editor, Blood Angel Kirito who will edit things when he can, so don't rush the poor guy :3

The cover art is a clip from the amazing, and fluffy :3 , art series of SoftMonKeychains. So check out her work. She gave me permission to use her art as long as she gets credit, so thanks for that!

Crossovers will be done once I get situated!

Long ago, a year after the imprisonment of Discord, a being of immense and terrible power appeared in Equestria. Locked behind the gates of Tartarus, the creature is thought to be forever trapped. Until now. Though it has taken more than a few centuries, he has finally managed to climb the dark pits of Tartarus, and escape the hellish prison. His name, is Ulquiorra.

AN: Tags will be added along the way, expect lots of explosions. First ever fic, mercy...
Special thanks to ponyclaws, who helped edit this fic, of which I am immeasurably grateful for.

so im sitting there, watching a canterlot wedding on tv, when a drunk driver crashed through the wall, and kills me.

thats it, right?

WRONG!

of course i have to wake up in fragging equestria, as a fragging (mutant?) changeling

and the worst part? this is only the second worse thing to happen to me...

What happens when a girl from earth buy a pendant from a shady vendor at a video gaming convention? She ends up getting teleported to Equestria with the ability to transform into characters from her favorite video game.

Now that she has these powers what will she do with them? Will she use them for good or for evil? For the sake of others or for her own desires? Will she ever find a way to get home or is she stuck in Equestria forever? What will she do if she ever gets her hands on that vendor?

This fic is a crossover with League of Legends, one of my favorite games. To all the fans of League that read this story, I hope that I do the game justice.

This is a Displaced story.

Currently undergoing rewrites.

One moment I'm shopping at Dragon Con, the next, I'm Equestria's most wanted for doing things I don't even remember. At least I got some sweet powers out of the deal. I wonder how many rocks I can headbutt before it starts to hurt.

DOTA 2 Displaced. Constructive criticism welcome.

Crosses over with The Red Wind of Change

"I am Carl Roberts, master of the Heroes of the Radiant and the Dire, and destroyer of the Ancients. If innocent blood has been spilled or enslaved, call on me and I will aid you however I can."

Dual's Token is the DOTA crest with chips of Radiant and Dire filling in the holes in the corners.

Warning: this story is stupid. Proceed with a healthy dose of sarcastic laughter.

You can buy the strangest things at 'cons. As a Warriors fan, I decided to go dressed as one of the awesomest villain characters in the series- Scourge. Of course, naturally, enter The Merchant, selling a collar with dog teeth to complete my image. Said collar not only sends me to Equestria and makes me the size of a pony, but also gives me necromantic powers to bring back the recently deceased. Things happen, and allow me to find new powers that I can use. But even with all these powers on my side, what can I do for the people I love?

In case you can't tell by the title, this is a displaced fic. Tags will be added and changed as the story progresses. I have some idea of where the story will go, but I'd rather not get anyone's hopes up. Starts during season 3, after the Crystal Empire episode. Minor gore, but really not descriptive. Some swearing, but not excessive.

"Revolution lead to imprisonment, but was it worth it, Celestia?"

Three hundred years ago, I led a revolution against Celestia, in an attempt to right the wrongs of the society I saw as an outsider. A For'ner.

As repayment for my good intentions, I was imprisoned in stone like the spirit of Chaos, and left to suffer. I watched the heroes of the new generation rise as a statuesque observer, until my own escape.

Now released, I plan to see the effects of my past actions, and hopefully prevent worse from happening. Although I'm pretty sure the princesses hate me.

Featured: Saturday, January 16th, 2021. Thank you.

Regarding Crossovers: I am willing to do them, but I would prefer to have some time to read your story first so I can see if it can reasonably work. If you are interested, Please PM me.

Captain Alex "Blitz" Noah, the commander of the M1 Abrams "Retribution II", is accidentally teleported to another dimension with his crew and tank while testing experimental shielding devices. The crew unsure of what has happened find themselves in a colourful world full of ponies?! This is my first fic so if you find any errors please show me and I'll fix them.
Suggestions and any constructive criticism is welcome.