So there I am, suddenly existing, not remembering a thing about who I was before. Fortunately I didn't loose all of my memories, just the ones that were personal. Context of my remaining memories suggests I was this thing called a human, but now I'm just an imperial pegasus in a world sorta similar to a TV show I have memories of. I wonder if these memories will actually be of any use.

Hey, I'll be updating this later, after we have reached the "well established" check point, and I know how to word it better. The tags will also change basses on them being needed in the story.

Cover art is on the way, but for now, just enjoy the writing, or don't, but i hope you do!

:on hiatus for world building, the co author is slow

Tracy Maxwell is in a desperate situation: find somewhere to live, or lose the internship he needs to survive. After exhausting every property in the city, one last option appears the day before his deadline. Sure the agent selling the place is a little weird, and more than a little overeager to get the property signed off. At the worst, maybe there's a little mold in the bathroom somewhere, and he has to make do until the lease is up.

But then he steps inside and discovers things can be much worse. The property is in another universe, and while he's there he'll have to play by its rules. He's free to continue working his dream job, so long as he keeps to the contract. Even worse, he's got a roommate who has no intention of leaving him alone.

If he ever wants to escape, he'll have to read the Fine Print.

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Anon doesn't know how to feel about Chrysalis. Despite how close they have gotten, he doesn't know if it's reasonable to trust a changeling.

Though, through the thick of it, they are still together, fighting for what is there, for what they have. Love, companionship. It's hard to come by, especially if it's genuine. Could a changeling genuinely love someone, despite all their years of manipulation and heart break? Anon wishes to know.

Cover art by bigmoon206. I can't link them, because of their explicit art.

Audio reading by StraightToThePointStudio.

This story is a sequel to Bun thing leads to another

Continued horse-based intrusion makes a man's evenings slightly more interesting and his kitchen messy.

Mostly it seems to be the fault of that one horse, but the others are still going along with it, so they're all to blame really. Not that it's easy to hold anything against them.

He is a softy, after all, and they are all rather pleasant company.

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Straight To The Point Studios did this one, too. I like this one in particular.

I have no idea what happened. One second, I'm sitting at my desk, working. The next second, I'm Sombra. Or rather, I'm in his body. And nobody seems to believe me about it...

Now with (amazing!) cover art by Mix Up. You can find their work here.

The last few weeks have not been easy.

I'd finally been able to move out of the home I've been living in in the area i've been living in for pretty much my whole life.

The move, setting things up and adapting to my new home's differences and the new location had not been easy.

Still, I'd gladly take that stress over what I'm stuck with now. One moment I'm walking through the city to head back to the house and the next I'm Cozy Glow, hovering between a buffed up Tirek and mutated Chrysalis and it looks like the Rainboom Laser of Death is headed our way.

Oh, and, before we switched places, Cozy somehow became and Alicorn.

What the fuck is going on?!

Was inspired to write this after reading My Life As A Psychopathic Nine Year Old Filly and thought I'd give it a shot, as writing a character stuck as Cozy Glow and dealing with the aftermath of all her shit, especially the finale, would be funny

Featured 19/10/2019.

Wow. Honestly was not expecting that. Thank you, everyone. I will try to do my best to make this story worth that praise.

After thousands of years inside a pocket dimension, the Crystal Empire returned to the Frozen North. Mere moments after a purchase at comic con, a man was sent to a magical world of mythical creatures as Skeletor. After a short amount of time, the Displaced Skeletor stumbled his way towards the Empire. What happened next? Well, only time would tell.

(I don’t own squat except for the story.)
(Not part of the Displaced multiverse.)
(It is HIE Costume)
(We've got Fan art!)

Can you put a price on happiness? What are you willing to risk to find true love? What is that alien doing over there with all those pizza boxes?
(RGRE)
{This story has two versions, the last chapter is the first person version.}

Anon and Luna share a lovely morning with one another. Turns out they share a lot in common for two beings lost in a world unfamiliar. Plus, breakfast time is a good time to find some bonding time with one another.

Cover art by Lady Amaltea. Her page on DA is deactivated, so I sadly don't have a link to her work.

Audio reading by StraightToThePointStudio.

This story is a sequel to Good Morning, Anon

Anon fears he'll disappear once more. Luna, however, remedies that situation. The night never seemed so beautiful.

Cover art by Goat Train. I don't think I can link them, due to some of their art, but you can search them on derpibooru. Just type Artist:Goat Train.

Audio Reading by StraightToThePointStudio.