A creature of old has been present in Equestria since the beginning of the rule of the alicorns, watching, waiting. He saw their fall and the sisters' rise to power. Now, for the first time in eons, he steps from watching and takes action.

Trees shorter than they should be, buildings smaller than preferred, a world filled with creatures bigger than him, yet others are near microscopic from his perspective.

Trying to find out where he should fit in is hard, because he is not too small, but most definitely bigger than most. Once he connects to the dominant civilization, a whole new world of opportunities is revealed before him.

He will walk as a giant. He will walk with giants. He will walk alone.

Edited by Newbiedoodle, CheesewedgeFTW, Immortan Joe, and Silas

Side-story!

I've heard of others, stories just like mine.

We dress up as a character.

We find that old man, we buy something, and then we end up in some version of this place.

I ended up in the middle of a war.

I have long since forgotten what my name once was, I chose to protect those that needed me.

I was betrayed.

And I want to know why.

A Displaced story.

Tags for Shining Armour and Blueblood too.

Tags will be added as the story progresses.

also teen for violence, not gore.

This story is a sequel to Dawn of a New Day

A rewrite of New Horizons...

Bald Ostri, the stallion from the past! Once the consort of Princess Luna, the Slayer of Griffins, had just blown up the mothership of the Storm King's invasion Fleet and left Canterlot. With Chrysalis and Blaze in tow, he's leaving Equestria to explore the world!

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So, I got blasted by some mages in my world, and now I'm in a completely new one. I'm something called a 'kirin', and I've lost my opposable thumbs. Surprisingly, it wasn't a polymorph spell either! My magic has gone completely wack. I burned down a forest. And apparently I'm the first ever Kirin to have alicorn magic, which sounds awesome right? Well, not when you're constantly combusting into flames! I never wanted this! And for some reason these ponies keep treating me so nicely. Even after I keep screwing everything up. How hard is it to act like normal for once in my life?

What? There's nothing wrong with me! Please don't send me back...

Cover art by: Ziper Ace
Featured on: 2023 - 4/13, 4/17, 4/22 and quite a few more... Thanks everyone!

An average but nerdy young man goes to an anime convention dressed as Ichigo from Bleach. He was missing only one thing from his costume, where a mysterious merchant sells him just the item he needed. The next thing he knew. He was in a new place with no way home. Met some of the locals and got possessed.

Trapped in stone for a thousand years and no memory prior to that convention. He finally breaks free and is loose upon Equestria once more, even stronger then before.

But this time, is he in control?

This is a Displaced story

Note that MLP does not exist on the main character's Earth.

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!

Theodore Goobins was, by all accounts, a loser. Stayed cooped up in his house 24/7, rarely showered, had no social life, and was a total hermit. Terrified of social interaction, and the blood on his hands.

Though, he had one escape from his life of loathing and melancholic solitude. League of Legends. A game that he thoroughly enjoyed playing, but was only somewhat good at. But that didn't bother him much. He still had fun.

This was pretty much his life, until one fateful day he wins a special giveaway he didn't remember entering, earning him a flight out to an upcoming gaming convention!

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he had to take it. Social anxiety be damned. When he arrived, he soon found himself face to face with a rather eccentric cosplayer who donned the visage of the Merchant from resident evil 4, and knew more about Theodore than he liked.

Little did Theodore know, that this meeting would change the course of his life forever.

On that fateful night on the moon, the princess of night is truly no more, and from those ashes, rises a new entity that is forced to take over her mantle, all her good and her sin.

Destiny weaved by the harmony itself laid before her. A part of the grand story, to be a tutorial villain, to be an exposition giver's sidekick, and to be slaved away beside the golden throne, then retired to a hut in god knows where, lost in history.

"Fuck that I'm out"

And so begin a new tale.

1. Half of "dark" tags are there as precaution because i will skimps over a bit but very rarely. for example Non-consensual will be use one time on no-name one-time oc character in a flashback. as far as i planned currently.
2. This is my first time writing a long novel. I promised to post the full plot outline somewhere if I somehow unable to finish it.

I was always different. A failing body and a mind that always felt incompatible. And with my body failing me, I died. Only, I didn't die. Instead, I returned home as the prophecy had foretold a thousand years ago. Where my mind matched my body, and my body matched my mind. But arriving in this new world set into motion an ancient conflict, one which I would be thrown head first into where I would learn who I truly was meant to be.

Please let me know what you think in the comments! Any criticism is greatly appreciated.