“It'll move mountains! It'll mount movements!” ~Sheogorath, Prince of Madness.
“Make sense? Oh, what fun is there in making sense?” ~Discord, Master of Chaos

Two beings from distant worlds, similarities in abundance. One killed by his Champion and set free from the Order that plagued his life. The other reformed by the very powers of Harmony and Friendship that he once despised. The powers of Madness and Chaos are none to be reckoned with, as any creature that’s encountered either could tell you. Separate, they are grand; together, they are endless.

Blacklight had the truth. He knew what he was. He knew Alex was dead, and that he was never human. He knew that Dana was never his sister, and that he was never even slightly related to her. He knew that there was nothing tying him to Dana, no real memories or biological similarities or even species based empathy. For some reason, Blacklight loves Dana like a sister he doesn’t have.

Perhaps this is what keeps him tame when he is brought into a place he does not belong. A scenario where a being of chaos and war brought to a place of harmony and peace is not often a pretty one. Yet with Dana there, somehow he manages not to go berserk and start murdering everything in sight.

Now the Monster of Manhattan contemplates his place in the world, lies to his sister and the ponies, and questions his lack of empathy when he begins to feel remorse for his actions. He is beginning to miss the simple times where the only things he had to deeply contemplate were methods of horrifically mutilating armies with the maximum amount of efficiency. At least that was straightforward.

(This fic operates under the assumption that Prototype 2 and its tie-in comics never existed. If you really have to ask yourself why, play the first game, then play the second game. The reasons should become apparent.)

(Well I'll be damned. Front page on the first day. Thank you all for your support!)

(Well, enough of you seem to think this is funny enough to be a dark comedy, so I added a comedy tag. I have to warn you though, I'm not entirely certain as to how consistent the comedy will be. So don't come into this expecting the wacky misadventures of a murderous psychopath.)

Now Rated Teen because I kind of kill them on a regular basis, but they're immortal so they get better.

The continuing story of those in Canterlot Castle and the surrounding areas. With four immature gods running about, is anybody going to survive? Probably. However, with each day, the madness in Equestria grows and sadly I don't think anyone actually cares anymore.

It's time for Equestria's Crazies; a tale of love, of tasers, comedy and finally me, tormenting as many ponies as possible before I get bored.

[Head's up, this story is an Episodic series. Each chapter is it's own contained "Story" but really it's just whatever I want to happen on that particular day.]

A few years after Twilight and Celestia's marriage, they begin to worry that their obligations to the job are interfering with their obligations to each other. So they decide to take a break. A few spells and perfectly legal papers later, and they are ready to start their lives as Sunny Skies and Dusky Sparks, just your average, everyday, married couple living and working in a suburb of Manehatten.

(Non chronological story, with many chapters based on prompts for the Twilestia Group Collab.)

Rated T for Tantalizing.

After some pressure from her sister, Princess Luna decides to join up for a dating website in order to meet a nice pony and settle down. Who she finds, however, has more in common with her than you would think.

Teen for sexual themes and a bit of adult humour.

Contains a large portion of ridiculousness and shenanigans. Caution is advised.

Artwork by the wonderfully talented dishwasher1910 on DeviantArt.

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[Featured on EqD and FiM Fiction] It is that time again, the dreaded flu season. Not even Princess Celestia, the ruler of the sun and day, is safe from it. When Celestia contracts the flu, what pony could possibly nurse Celestia back to health? Why none other than her dear, loving sister of course! Enter Nurse Luna!

Between crazed guards, a palace staff desperate to please their rulers, and a crazed unicorn running around, no pony is safe from this madness.

This is 100% Approved by Twilight's Library.

My name’s Marcus. Marcus Cortez. I’m currently a freshman at CUFTA. You don’t know what that means? Well, it stands for “Canterlot University for the Arts.” While it is a little unsettling to go to college in a completely different world from my own, and while being a human in a school full of mostly ponies is a little intimidating, I’m doing fine so far. I don’t have to worry about roommates, since I don’t live in a dorm. I live with my aunt.

Her name is Celestia. Princess Celestia.

You’re probably wondering how a human could be the nephew of a pony, and an alicorn princess, no less. Well, it’s quite the story.

In case you haven't guessed yet this is an anthro story, and my first time writing a story in first person, so we'll see how this goes.

The prologue for this story starts sixteen years prior to the return of Nightmare Moon and the story's main events take place after Season 3 ends.

The cover picture is an original drawing of mine.

Edited by danail24

A long, long time ago, there was a knight who set out on a noble quest to save a fair maiden and, if possible, slay the dragon keeping her captive.

Only... things don't always go as planned.

Many thanks to the incredibly talented hattonslayden for letting me use this picture for the cover art. Check out his work some time!

Update: featured? Oh my... I feel all tingly inside...

Two best friends, Anon and Mous land in Equestria after they are swallowed up along with their apartment. The two try to live their lives in relative peace as they learn to make friends and family with the colorful equines, in spite of all the obstacles fate throws their way. Along the way they strive to keep to the universal law they hold so true: Friendship is Magic, but Bro-ness is 5ever.

-Authors note:This fic has lots of Youtube links to songs to set the mood for certain scenes, if any of the links are broken, just drop a comment below and let me know where it is, thanks. -Mandroid.

This story is a sequel to A Letter from the Past

Name: Luke* Lustrous
Occupation: Saint of Evanescence, Paladin of Wrath to Princess Luna**
Age: 10,300 years old***
Height/Weight: 14 hooves tall, 750 pounds****
Appearance: Luke is covered in thick layers of muscles****, approximately half of his body-weight is muscle, the other half is bones, organs, and a small amount of fat. His mane is white with black sparkles mixed in, his eyes are blue, and his skin***** is cream colored.
Patient History: Strangely, despite his reported age, he seems to have extensive knowledge of Princess Luna, any questions to the latter have gone unanswered. He was first admitted to the CRH on the 23rd of June, year 1004 AN after a minor concussion caused by a sudden case of fainting.

Additional Notes:
* His name may sound odd, but he is not a pony, his species does not match any known creature.
** as reported by Princess Luna, though no known previous affiliations or ceremonies have occurred.
*** as reported by Princess Luna, apparently he had replicated the (currently experimental) technology of cryogenics with magic and preserved his body for 10000 years, though the other 300 years are unknown to be his original lifetime or something else.
**** body scans show that his normal body weighs 350 pounds, the other 400 pounds in from a complex set of armors he wears, body scans also show that his muscle structure is significantly more compressed and dense than that of ponies.
***** he seems to have no coat of fur on his skin, it is unknown if this is from injuries or genetic, if the former, then healing processes should begin ASAP, if the latter, then that point should be addressed when he is interviewed.

Last edited by: Dr. Aides Box, June 23, 1004.

(image of patient clipped onto to top-left corner of file)

(sequel here, YAY, this is the next leg of Saint Luke's journey through the world, rated for obscenities and the likes)