When two worlds collide, bad things usually happen. When gods battle, bad things usually happen. When worlds are dragged together creating an internal conflict between gods, something bad is definitely happening, especially when mere mortals are the ones controlling the situation.

Could you imagine what it's been like for Hatsune Miku, living as a computer generated vocal synthesizer? Her and the rest of the Vocaloid gang have been singing and making music for the longest time, but on one faithful day, when a human decides to use Miku's software to synth a song from My Little Pony, let's just say something...interesting happens. (This fic is dedicated to a certain special someone who I know, along with all you other huge Vocaloid fans, fellow Otakus, Musicians, etc.)

Rarity has fallen hard for the lavender mare from Canterlot, but there is just one problem, that certain mare from Canterlot is completely oblivious to it all. Thus, Rarity does everything in her power to escape the dreaded friend zone, from skywriting to asking Twilight's parents for help. But will it be enough? Probably not. After all, Twilight is rather naive, but a mare's gotta try.

The pic that inspired this story, and the cover pic credit goes to ~SigneTheSlaske of Deviantart.com, check them out for more great artwork.

Mike is a typical teenager at a highschool in Copenhagen. But he is a brony, a group frowned upon by most of his country.
Already the first day at school he tells about his love for a little-girls cartoon and thinks his next three years just went down the drain. Until he sees a girl with eyes as the most beautiful amethyst.

This is my first fanfic ever so please say if theres anything you don't like, and i'll try to adapt.

Also super special thanks to Cabral095 for wanting to help me get started and giving me helpfull advise.

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.

Every story has a beginning, middle, and end. But mine, the story of my life, is far from interesting. My hobbies, my work, my cutie mark, all are dull. Flowers and poems ruled my life, until I fell in love.

My name is Roseluck, and this is the only story I have worth telling.

Thrust headlong into a strange new world, Solaire of Astora must make amends before he can continue with his mission. Unbeknownst to them all, a shadow from his past approaches.

Luna does her best to catch up on the events of the past thousand years and ends up reading even more than Twilight.

One day, an ancient tome slips into her pile of reading material and she reads it eagerly. What she finds there may very well be the discovery of the millennium: The location of the last refuge of the humans.

With the help of Twilight and her friends, the Lunar Princess sets out on an archaeological expedition to find the very last human on the planet of Equus.

And they found one, but why is he forged in a full body armor and claims to not being a human... Well he's not one anymore.

A Ghost. A weapon. A tool. That's all he's ever known himself to be.

One day he's sent on a mission, a mission to assassinate a high priority target. When he fails that mission, and gets abruptly sent to a certain planet, how will he cope with being taken from the battlefield, and put into a world full of colorful horses that talk?
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And will he have access to a Tactical Nuke?

Only time will tell in this tale of adventure and comedy!

It is a common perspective among most species that changelings are, for the most part, fairly weak creatures. They don't have the strength of a diamond dog. They don't have the speed of a vampire. Only a few have even a hope of challenging the knowledge of a dragon. Numbers, disguises, and their Queen is what most hives rely on. This is true of course, and Chrysalis knows it. Changelings are a fragile race, and if one day their unity would fail, a fail-safe must be ready. A fail-safe that, alone, could stand against any threat. Any situation. Any obstacle. A hero, which all could look to when times were dark.

That had been a long time ago.