Jasper Mountebank is a well-to-do merchant of the Victorian period. he loves his tea, he loves his evening walks, and he loves to have everything in its place, as any gentleman should.

But when Discord, in a last-ditch effort to spread chaos beyond his defeat, drags him from his home with the intention of creating chaos in his absence, He learns that in this new world the place of any human, even a gentleman such as himself, is not so clear cut.

A Commission of thus far indeterminate length for an anonymous benefactor. Currently Capped at 30'400 words. if you would like to contribute to the continuation of this fanfic, feel free!

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It's always been known that Canterlots elite has been full of scummy ponies that benefit off of the ponies under them, reaping the reward of what others have sown.

But what if there was a new contender to oppose them? What if that contender was otherworldly? What if that contender was benevolent towards the common pony? What if that contender was... Undead?

The Dungeons and Dragons crossover is mostly for lore and names, and that the main character is an original character I had made when I was extremely tired. I had enjoyed the concept so much that I decided to try writing about it a bit. I'm not completely sure how long this Fic will be, but I hope long enough to be satisfying.

Rating is for mentions of alcohol, fantasy fighting, and the fact that the main character is living impaired.
Gore tag is for the 4th chapter that is skippable.

Featured: 1/15/2021 and 5/29/2021 and also 9/6/2021 with the last chapter.
Thank you so much!

This story is a sequel to Shower Singing

I made a sequel because sleep is for the week.

Anon continues his desperate floundering through pony society and trying to understand some of the forces at work. The results are shocking to say the least. Dragged on a diplomatic mission to a foreign land by the ruler of the land, Anon must confront more than a few fears and self doubts to overcome the coming storm.

Warning tags are for casual mentions and innuendoes so far.

(You don't really need to read the prequel to enjoy this story to it's fullest as it was mostly just for spoofs and laughs, but it is there if you'd like.)

This story is a sequel to Rust In The Breeze

Coming back to Ponyville after 'dying' was quite a challenge on its own. Things did not go as planned as Ryan made some interesting discoveries since returning that have curved his path. However, he does not intend to simply abandon his former mission. He came back to make amends and right the wrongs of his past and he intends to do exactly that. Now though, with the added responsibility of raising a daughter he didn't know he had, as well as working out the issues that still lie between himself and her mother, this trial may end up being a lot more interesting than he initially thought.

This story picks up shortly after the ending of Rust in the Breeze, with Ryan now ready to face his challenges head on and no longer hiding from the rest of the world, as well as having accepted himself for who he truly is.

FEATURED: 12/12/20 (You all sure didn't waste any time...Story's only been up for like 27 minutes...)

Dave Smith, an unassuming firearm engineer signs up for a lucrative job, gets dumped in Equestria instead.

How far a pair of working hands and one semi-working head will get him? Nobody knows, but it's bound to get chaotic down the line.

Cautionary tale of why you don't leave your engineers unattended in parallel dimensions.

Note: I try to do fair bit of research to make sure that what I write is in line with laws of physics and such.
However, if you see a factual mistake, don't hesitate to tell me - I'll try and fix it, unless it's a deliberate artistic embellishment on my part.

He never really believed in it, but always wanted it. Now he's in a forest. A deep dark forest where danger is around every corner. But he's not afraid.

Why?

Cause he's the Druid of the Four Seasons.

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This is my first story on here. So will be bad. I'm also writing this on a wilm. so don't expect fast updates.

“On that day Pain and I became the BEST OF FRIENDS!”-Vulkan Primarch of the salamanders

Vulkan has been sent from his home in the imperium of man after diving into a WAAAGH! reactor. He awakens in a place that seems to be the exact opposite. This land of friendship and adventure, a place of magical talking ponies, and snoots to be booped.

This Vulkan is based on TTS Vulkan but comes from before the events of that wonder work of art.

AN:I said I would do it, I did it, kinda. Enjoy, and remember

VULKAN LIVES!
Stomp stomp

Featured on: 4/8/2020. Again on 7/19/2020, 8/16/2020, and 11/15/2020.

"The real reason why Roboute Gulliman was the primarch brought back into play for 8th edition: Vulkan may be a terrifying gigantic monster of a man with glowing red eyes, who can literally keep pace with Dark Eldar vehicles on foot and beat their vehicles to pieces with crude iron hammers, while taking wound after wound after wound, literally refusing to die, or reconstituting himself from his component molecules when he gets close, but he's also the perfect example of the all loving hero.

If Vulkan were to be let loose on the modern Warhammer 40K universe, He would fix the imperium by literally bear hugging tthe grimdark out of it, until the only thing left was noble bright. Sanguinius would awaken once more. The eye of terror would spit out countless ponies chanting friendship is magic. The Necrons would decide life was all right and set out to nurture it. The orks would replace comedic sociopathy with comedic inability to cause any real harm. The squats would return. Black templars would finally remove that stick out of their asses. Slaanesh would start making anti rape PSA's. Kal Jerico would go back in canon, and make his living helping people get thteir lives back together. Gaunt's ghosts would find out a ridicolously wealthy rogue trader rebuilt and repopulated Tanith with as many residents offworld as he could find on a whim.

Dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria." -Ambosen youtube comment

The two Royal Sisters ruled Equestria. They were its Protectors, its Guardians, its leaders, selected by the three tribes. Starswirl the Bearded, he was their mentor, he was there to guide them, he was there to counsel them. Perhaps, they may even view him as their father-figure. Many believed them to be true.

This was not entirely the case.

The Royal Sisters past is something none would venture on to question, how were their life before becoming a Princess, what feat of events that awakened the hidden powers within them? None would know except the King.

Now, the King, the true Guardian of Equestria, has returned. They were bound, not by flesh, but by the bond they shared. He shall return as promised.

Shortly after Nightmare Moon was vanquished by the Elements of Harmony, Princess Luna returned to the land of Equestria to rule with her sister. But not all was normal as she finds herself in a new body, all while trying to adjust to modern Equestria.

This story is a sequel to Dear Princess Sunbutt

When Anon takes the liberty to inject his particular brand of humor into Twilight's friendship lessons, Celestia feels the need to respond, more often than not.

A somewhat unofficial sisterfic to 2Merr's Dear Princess Sunbutt

There may not be a response to every letter, and letters 1-11 were taken from my comments in said sister-story.

Please support 2Merr's story too if you like this one. This is written with encouragement of the original author.

(Note: Picture used without permission from Derpibooru. Upon request it will be promptly removed.)

EDIT: Apparently someone's done a reading of this and its sisterfic over on Youtube! Why does nopony tell me these things.