After escaping the Changeling gladiator arena at the cost of a friend's life, Equestria's lone human is attacked and befriended by Twilight Sparkle. This begins a long, strange, and confusing adventure to return home, and discover why he even arrived.

Complete, and edited twice... but If you see something I missed, I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd leave a comment.

Cover art made in Blender.

For a thousand years Equestria was peaceful and happy... For over a thousand years Equestria was ruled by good and harmony... No more.

The time has come for them to be reminded of the true meaning of Evil. Time to crash the party. Time to crush Equestria! Time to bring back the black! To unleash the Minions of War!

The time has come for the Overlord to awaken.

Because Evil always finds a way...

Featured not even 15 hours after it came out on the 5th of April!
And for a second time on the 14th of May!
And again on the 18th of July.
And now with a LoHAV Wiki Page!

My seconds fanfiction, and once again inspired by the League of Humans Acting Villainous.

Characters and tags will be added as the story progresses.

And this is for all of you who say that the Overlord can't speak.

Twilight Sparkle still thinks Earth, and Humanity in general, can be classified in black and white. A visit to two different, but very similar Normandy war cemeteries might help.

She also hasn't gotten around to reading up on our history yet.

Or so Tucker, international reporter and the first human to come in contact with Equestria, thinks. Hopefully she won't hate his species by the end of this.

MLP/Terminator Crossover

Since Judgment Day, Humanity has been fighting a costly war against Skynet with millions dying each year. Despite their best chances they continue to lose engagements, and those they win are at a heavy cost.

Parker is a renegade I-950 fighting for the Resistance against the Machines when an operation to destroy a Time Machine sends him to Equestria. But unknown to him, and the ponies that inhabit the peaceful land, he is not the only one from the war who made it through.

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Constructive criticism is appreciated.

After being pulled from his nearly nine-hundred year stretch of hell in the dark abyss that is the Twisting Nether to serve the new Lich King, the Archlich Kel'Thuzad was faced with the dilemma of freedom from his bindings to the Scourge. He had been an advisor and (somewhat twisted) friend to the most evil being in Azeroth's history for nearly 15 years. He had butchered and enslaved thousands, spit in and stepped on nature's face with the necromantic horrors that were created aboard Naxxramas, and was a generally annoying raid boss, all while under the cruel tyranny of Azeroth's previous Lich King, Arthas Menethil...
But, when an Equestrian Lich King is appointed by Death himself in exchange for immortality, Kel'Thuzad is in for the surprise of his unlife when he is thrown into a large room, with two comparatively small, sentient equines, who claim to be the reigning Prince and Princess of a kingdom.

The war is finally over. We ponies have lost. Our plan to convert humanity into ponies has failed. Hundreds of thousands are dead. Homes destroyed. Our nation is shattered and near annihilation. All because we underestimated humanity and their refusal to become like us.

I alone now hold the fate of my people in my hooves against the humans who want nothing more than to destroy us for the so called atrocities we have committed against them. I've lost my friends one way or another. My family. My fellow Princesses.

I have but one duty and that is, reluctantly, to see that we are shown mercy.

I'm just afraid of the cost. Or what I will learn from this.

Based on The Conversion Bureau series.

Pre-Read by bahatumay and Chaotic Note

Edited by Biker_Dash and wlam and Bemmo

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Twilight Sparkle has a special guardian while under the tutelage of Princess Celestia. A creature that turns intensely violent at the slightest threat against his charge. A creature that will maim and kill without concern if it has to, that will do anything to keep those it loves safe.
These are not these stories.
These are the stories from the inside. The stories that make a makeshift family work. The small moments. The little secrets. The normal life.

Short stories about Twilight's and Spike's life before the events of the Lunar Guardsman. Maybe a little funny, maybe a little sad, maybe a little sappy, certainly not on any chronological order. Chapters posted whenever I am taken by the mood to write one.

This is a collection of prequel stories to The Lunar Guardsman, an M rated story currently in progress by yours truly.

Many of the chapters are worthy of the Comedy tag, some of the Sad tag, and a couple of the Dark tag.

2000 years ago, Equestria was met with Nightmare, the living incarnation of the cursed sword, Soul Edge.

By that, you mean 'a guy went to a convention in an awesome costume and ended up getting bit in the tail for it'.

He was defeated, and sealed in stone for all of eternity.

Which sucked, by the way.

But now, he is free.

Whoo-hoo!

But much to his surprise, he is not alone.

Wait, what?

For now he is greeted with five faces that are… quite curious, to say the least.

To say the least. I wasn't expecting a quintet of fools to follow me to Candy Land.

But we're your friends, Nighty!

AND STOP CALLING ME THAT!

Armok, God of Creation, Debauchery, and Depravity, was bored of his two-dimensional world of chaos, destruction, murder, debauchery, undead, incest, drunkenness, ghost hauntings, demons, false deities, and heroes who died in a second, so he decided to stop recreating the same world again and again. He destroyed the world that was currently on, which was ruled by a goblin king who was also a vampire, and took old pieces of worlds long past. These pieces were of noble elves, human heroes, depraved goblins, drunken dwarves, and even sneaky kobolds, each of whom had appeased Armok in one way or another. Armok laughed, holding the pieces in his large tentacles, before throwing them across the street and into his neighbor's world.

This is the story of the civilization-killing, drunken, and idiotic peasants and their arrival unto the untainted land of Equestria, where they will live, and they will die, for it is Armok's will.
Praise unto Armok, Creator of Worlds and Destroyer of Minds.

This was written because of Dwarf Fortress. I love that game too much sometimes.

My name's John. I guess my last name doesn't really matter any more. Life is ironic, isn't it? Life nurtures all kinds of species that can get along, but it also creates the species that kills others. In fact, there are some species, who's sole purpose is the death of everything but itself. I'm talking about diseases, of course. Viruses, bacteria, fungi, and even parasites. All my life, I found these things interesting. I loved studying them, so naturally I grew up to be an epidemiologist. When I wasn't studying diseases or doing other basic functions, I was playing one of my favorite games, Plague Inc. It's a game where you try to wipe out humanity using diseases. Over the years, I've become a master of the game, to the point where it isn't really a challenge anymore.

But, that all changed when the game sucked me into itself, and I wind up in a strange land, with even stranger creatures. But that isn't all. I've somehow gained the ability to create and control every single disease I can think of. Now, I have to survive in this harsh world, knowing that I'm one step away from wiping out the entire planet.

Like I said, life is ironic, right?

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To any newcomers reading this fic, I want to point this out. The story may seem confusing in the first five chapters, as I was trying to figure out how I want to write the story. I won't be getting rid of any chapters, but some small points might contradict each other across both of them. These points hopefully won't affect much of the future.