This story is a sequel to Schadenfreude HATES MAGIC

Schadenfreude has always played by the Rules of the Game. Break a rule on the list? Get a punishment. Break four? Well.

Twilight Sparkle, on the other hand, was new to the Game, although familiar with the players. Which she really should have thought about when she tricked Schadenfreude into violating multiple rules on the list at once.

So for Schadenfreude, it was a month of community service. For Twilight Sparkle? A trial by fire of working side by side with her new employee.

And the School of Friendship's newest substitute teacher.

When Twilight first began her experiments in trying to figure out better ways to access the Aether, the realm of magic and souls just outside their physical realm, she did not expect to make significant progress. After all, pony kind has been trying to find out the answer to that line of thinking for centuries.

When she felt herself connect to the other realm Twilight accidentally manipulated its energies in a different sort of way. The Aether bent to her will much easier than before. Getting just a bit too excited, Twilight played with the Aether a tad too freely and the reality-bending powers of the outer realm sucked her into its bottomless depths.

Fortunately Twilight was able to direct herself back to the material realm using the closest, and brightest, soul she could find as an anchor. And the second she looked up at the skull of the skeleton sitting on top of a golden throne, she knew life was about to get more... interesting.

(A crossover with "If the Emperor had a Text-to-Speech Device")

Timber Wolves, an anomaly most would say. But most don't realize that there are other beings made of wood as well. Theirs the Timber Jack or Wooden Rabbit, The Timber Bear, and many others of the animals that inhabit the Everfree Forest. There has even been the story's of a bark skinned Hydra.

But only in myths are there stories of intelligent beings of timber. Never has there been a Timber Minotaur. Never has there been a Timber Zebra.

And never has there been a Timber Pony.

Or so is believed.

(More tags will be added as needed)

My name used to be Joshua, I was someone who made cosplay props and sold them for a decent price.

At every convention I would go to to sell my items I would dress as some form of merchant from one game or another and primary sell items that that character was likely to carry, even if it was from a completely different game as long as it made sense that they would have it.

At the last convention I went to I decided that I would dress as Nox The Unfortunate from Wizard of Legend and therefor would only sell items that were cursed in the game they came from.

Now thanks to selling the wrong thing to the wrong person me and my entire stock are in a new world, I AM Nox The Unfortunate, all the items I have ever made are here with me and real, and the ones that were never cursed are now cursed.

The good thing? Every thing I sell has a warning on it so I can't get in trouble for selling cursed items for any price, and I do mean any price... You don't need your soul, right?

Apparently this got featured 8/28/19... What? How?

A long time ago, a leshen was transported to Equestria. He has no memory of his past but does know that he was never a leshen before. Having claimed the everfree forest as his home and protects it from those who wish to harm it.

Descriptions are hard.

Witcher displaced

Like most, I used to be a regular guy going about day-to-day life. Now? I'm stuck in a world of anthropomorphic ponies, deemed the most dangerous thing to ever grace the lands alongside a mismatched trickster, dark magic emo twat, lying (though admittedly sexy and hot) bug queen and a power stealing hybrid cunt.

Worst part though? I've been turned into a Nuckelavee from RWBY.

Swell.

So yeah, I've decided to do a displaced story where a guy gets turned into a grimm from RWBY, specifically the Nuckelavee. Maybe within the first five chapters I'll get some crossovers with other stories/writers going, who knows.

Any who, this has been Redsummer, and I hope you enjoy.

P.s: this is inspired by Equestria's White Fang by Garnet Naturea

P.p.s: I do not own either MLP, RWBY nor the cover art. So do not assume I do.

This story is a sequel to Iron Hearts: Book 5 - Suffer Not the Alien to Live

Personnel log C-921825

Designation... Gear Works
Detachment... 38th Company, Dark Mechanicus sub-division
Rank... [ERROR]
Tacticae Specialization... [ERROR]
Planet Origin... Centaur III
Personnel Status... Active
Current Deployment... [LOADING]

(An Age of Iron side-story/mini-series.)
(Dark humor warning. Some grimdark themes.)
(Cover art by Underpable.)

How the mighty have fallen.

My descendants are weak shadows of myself easily summoned and easily banished by the mere emotions of these equine creatures that rule the land.

They are treated as mere pests that must be driven away before an infestation overwhelms a small village at worst.

Their true powers are lost to them after eons of disuse, and only retain the call of ice and snow to use against our prey.

Fear not Brethren, for your last elder brother has been freed, and I will restore our true home to its ageless glory.

The last place to retain the old ways of nature and beasts, if only at its core.

Our Everfree Forest of Wendigo

Just a cool little idea I had. Enjoy.

FEATURED: 2/12/19

Chrysalis sent Twilight deep into the abandoned caves beneath Canterlot to stop her from interfering with her conquest of Equestria, but what if that was not the first time Twilight has been down there. And what if Celestia was not the first individual to take notice of Twilight's potential, nor the most powerful. What happens when the hunger for love clashes with the hunger for knowledge. And which will Twilight choose?

Cover by Santafer

My little pony is owned by Hasbro
Elder scrolls is owned by Bethesda Softworks

This story is a sequel to Tantabus Communication Protocol

What started with laziness and a tiny slip-up in arcane intelligence creation has blossomed into its own being. With Luna's blessing, the second Tantabus is free to flit around the dreamscape as it pleases, unburdened by oversight. And what pleases it is making good dreams. Who couldn't be happy by making others happy?

As the Tantabus settles into its life, its horizons keep expanding, forever revealing more of the world and of ponies. There's always new things to learn. New dreams to spice up. New nightmares to beat down. New ponies to help. New ponies to annoy.

Don't tell Luna about that last part.

Cover art by Harwick.