Everything's gone crazy. Ever since I found that damn staff, I've lost control over my life, my appearance, even my own mind. There's an entire country trying to hunt me down now, and I'm running out of options. Time, time, time. Yes . . . yes all I need is some time to sort all this out; to gain a modicum of control over the powers that helped cause this mess. The only question now is how. Well . . . time to start scheming I suppose.

This was inspired by various stories within the League of Human Acting Villainous such as F*** it I'm Having Fun by Jimmy the Grape and Evil Always Finds a Way by Malcho1234.

Also I want to thank Malcho1234 and just_a_reader for their help in pre-reading this story and providing much needed criticism during the process of writing this.

It has been years since I've escaped my stony prison. Oh how the mighty Equestria has fallen since then. They always think their pathetic love and friendship is oh-so-powerful, but they're far from the truth.

True power comes from sacrifice, battle, sweat, and blood. I will show these ponies the error of their ways and give them a taste of what an all powerful super-being should TRULY strive for!

I am Madara Uchiha, and I will watch as every last pony...BURNS!

Credit for art cover goes to: this person!

Sent to Equestria by a creepy merchant guy from RE4. That sucked a lot. Now me and my friends are in the world of Equestria which is full of racist ponies and the Princesses are after us due to our appearance. Well I have something to say to them. BITE MY SHINY METAL ASS PONIES! Oh and we work for the Griffon Republic.

Note: This story will have griffons with advance tech.

Rated teen for language and violence.

Caught up in a massive teleportation spell array, I was dragged from a convention and cast into the frozen wilderness of Northern Equestria. Despite missing a couple years of development and the a talking ermine fairy as a companion; the new form, new skills and even the new world are beginning to seem to like the least of my issues.

I can't help but wonder if some greater game is afoot as destinies and fates seem to shift unto entirely new paths, some of them crossing the roads of others. Even worse, it seems as if I just might have to play a part in keeping everything from ending in a complete disaster.

With new skills and an ever expanding circle of new friends beside me, I can only hope it all works out. With any luck, it won't just be me getting thrown into one dangerous situation after another. Keep moving forward, not getting held back by the past but not forgetting it. It's a promise I made to myself. One made twice over, even. I don't intend to break it. All it takes is a little bit of Courage.
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[A Negima/MLP Crossover][A Displaced Story][wikipage][Editor: Regreme (c.7+)]

Equestria is still picking up the pieces after the defeat of Tirek, and everypony is helping out with the paperwork, even Rainbow Dash. Things change when Princess Celestia arrives, bringing with her a letter with some very stunning accusations of the exploits of a resident in the town of Oasis. Now, the main six are tasked with finding out if the letter was truth or fiction. Did this Mister Baker really do what they claim? Only one way to find out.

However, Mister Baker is not who, or what they expected.

Rated Teen for occasional language. Additional tags added for more dark themes.

Proof read and edited by the amazing SunnyPack , Snakeskin Ducktape, and Tyrannosaurus Tux.

Many people are set into a single frame of mind, sure that there can be nothing left to explore, nothing left to learn now that the vast maw of space has been tamed. You were one such person.

It was a normal day for you, slacking off in between deliveries for your job as an express courier whilst you try to pull some artistic inspiration from your view into a nebula. No one could have predicted that said nebula would collapse as you flew through it.

Now you find yourself on terrain unknown, where just daily life seems confusing and surreal while adventure that stretches the imagination waits right around the corner. Friends will be made, hardships will be overcome, and horizons will be broadened.

You are Anonymous, and this is your story.

(Rating subject to change. More tags will be added as story progresses. Please give me your honest opinion)

I was living a comfortable life. Had a loving wife and son, money was absolutely no issue, everything was swell.

Next thing I know, I'm hearing voices, I can't move, I can't talk, I can't even breathe. Yet, I know I'm alive, though I don't entirely feel like myself anymore.

Then I end up being the last of survivor of my new race.

I'm not even human anymore...

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-A HiE fic as a changeling in an alternate universe where MLP was never aired on Earth.
-Starts shortly before the end of Season 2.
***Slow updates! You've been warned!***
-Current cover image is a placeholder. Trying to find a more appropriate one...
-Comments below contain spoilers!
-The [Tragedy] tag is there mainly because I can't put up the [Sad] tag, due to conflicts with the [Comedy] tag.

Cyborg unit "Contra" has been created by an unknown force to destroy all life on any planet it is sent to, but unit "Contra" crash landed onto Equestria's surface creating a large crater in the soil. The landing has corrupted the data, leaving "Contra" without orders and to roam freely. Landing way off from her destination, "Contra" is located in the deep trenches of the Everfree Forest, surrounded by the creatures attracted by the crash. Near the Everfree is a sweet yellow Pegasus by the name of Fluttershy as she was helping a family of ducks cross by and she has seen the crash, her curiosity has sparked as what has crashed, and slowly but nervously ventured into the forest to find what caused the crash.

Not every MLP universe is as cuddly as the original. Whether it's the invading aliens, the slave-driving ponies, the powers I barely control, or the technology I only sort of know how to use, you've got a recipe for disaster. At least I've got one friend in this place, even if she's a pint sized horse who's even crazier than I am. I just hope I can come up with enough ideas to save our butts before something else decides to try to kill us. Or enslave me and throw her in jail. Whichever comes first.

Displaced, crosses over with "X-COM, Enemy Unknown" and "Your Human and You." Tags will be added as they become relevant.

I don't know how long I have been asleep. It feels like ages. I can't remember who I once was but I know its not who I am now.

The Sun, Moon, Love, Chaos, and Harmony have avatars. I guess I am the World's.

I don't remember who I was but I know who I am.

I have had many names Neltharion the Earth-Warder, The Black Scourge, The Cataclysm, The World itself Given form, but you may call me....

DEATHWING!

A displaced tale. Co-written with CrossRedstone.

Chapters 1-2 Edited by m2pt5/Emtu, Chapter 3 and 12 Edited by Word Worthy

Note: Actual Deathwing is used