Princess Luna keeps much to herself. Not even her sister knows the truth lurking in the depths in her heavy heart. She puts in ink what she never could in words.

When he finds the perfect replica to complete his costume, William is ecstatic! Only, upon putting it on, he encounters some... unforeseen consequences.

A bad first impression can be hard to undo, especially if you're dressed as a villain.

Oh well. Time to make some noise.

When a video game programmer mysteriously enters Equestria, it doesn't seem like anything out of the ordinary. But the answer to the appearance may just be the precursor to the biggest disaster to befall Equestria since Discord.

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George has a lot to learn about Equestria. For the most part he's been doing that by reading all he can at the royal library, where he works. He's not too concerned with going out and making friends but meeting one pony may change how he feels about things.

Thanks to FallenAngel for commissioning this story.

Days prior to the planned march on Rome, Benito Mussolini is anxious.

Oh yes, he has been given the go-ahead from the American ambassador and has thousands of blackshirts and some of the most avant-garde fascists behind him. However, this strength is deceptive, just like the confidence he made sure to wear in front of his fellow fascists; his own blackshirt commander told Il Duce that he would not act against the king if he resisted, and there is still the army loyal to the crown that is ready to fight on his word.

Doubt plaguing him, Benito is now at a crossroad: should he continue as planned or perhaps flee Italy altogether? He decides to take a night stroll to iron out his thoughts.

That is, until a freak earthquake hits Naples and changes history forever.

Proofreading done by NoMoreSanity, Demon Eyes Laharl, and Starman Ghost.

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The reign of Morgoth in Arda is over. He has been defeated by the Host of Valinor and the Valar have bound him once more in the chain Angainor and cast him through Doors of Night into the Void. There he has drifted for many long ages, pondering his deeds and his defeats until Ilúvatar comes and offers him a chance at redemption. Softened by ages in the endless Void, Morgoth accepts this chance at freedom. He is given a new body and sent to a new world with the task of learning the values he has shunned for so long. In this new world, under the watchful eyes of Equestria's Valar, the Dark Lord will come to realize that there are yet things greater than the power of darkness.

Also yes, I understand that there's no "e" in Silmarillion, it's a pony pun. Sil-mare-illion. Geddit? GEDDIT?

I was a forty year old volunteer for a experimental drug that was supposed to cure me of a rare genetic disease. It cured me, but the side effect was that it turned me invisible. So I went into hiding. Then, two years later I end up in Equestria somehow. Now I'm a legend here That's about to be proven true.

This story is a sequel to Smoldering It Over

It has only been a few months since Smolder had become King of the Ashen Fields and the pressure of ruling a Kingdom is already getting to him. With the help of Twilight and her friends, they will help rebuild the Ashen Fields, and uncover the lost history of the Flame Ponies. Only to discover that some shadows still linger within Castle Char that threaten the whole of Equestria.

Long ago, a year after the imprisonment of Discord, a being of immense and terrible power appeared in Equestria. Locked behind the gates of Tartarus, the creature is thought to be forever trapped. Until now. Though it has taken more than a few centuries, he has finally managed to climb the dark pits of Tartarus, and escape the hellish prison. His name, is Ulquiorra.

AN: Tags will be added along the way, expect lots of explosions. First ever fic, mercy...
Special thanks to ponyclaws, who helped edit this fic, of which I am immeasurably grateful for.

After the battle with Nightmare Moon, a ballad writer makes a love song to Luna. Singing to the moon in the middle of night, his words come a little too late to make a difference.

From below his words try to reach the Moon above, to soothe the mind of one trapped within the mantle of the nightmare.

He wonders if she can see him from up there.

- first attempt at anything romantic.

Glen Gorewood