"Have you ever wished you can control the sun? Have the wind dance at your fingertips? Make a mighty waterfall shoot from a puddle? I have..."

Naomi Misuka and her friend, Landon Ward, are the recent victims of a Dimensional misplacement. Stranded as the two white wolves, Amaterasu and Chibiterasu, they strive to find a way home (While having a little fun with ol' Sunbutt).

I. Regret. Nothing. This has been on my mind for a looong while now and so I'm doing it. Just take nothing seriously.

I own NO pictures or music used in this story.

*Cover art made by _Vidz_

3/14/2015 100 Likes? Wow... I never expected this. Thanks :)

A simple purchase. That's all it was. All that was bought was some kind of item that looked like it was from the game. How the hell did it cause a cross-dimensional or otherworldly transport to another place where every damn member of it was a colorful, talking horses?!

That is the life of Drake Blackwood, a American gamer who makes his life testing, playing, and of course improving games. On one of his day offs, he had gone to a gamer con, dressed as what he believed a Summoner would be from DOTA 2. While there he purchased a object that looked like a item from DOTA 2, but unbeknownst to him it would rip him from one world and to another.

How would a human react to a situation like this? Could he be a hero or villain? Well... depends on his mood and of course what the hell he could do.

*Notes: Other tag is for other characters and the girls are a Level 3.5 on the Anthro scale.

Gore tag is because of some of the powers of heroes, I.E. Axe's Culling Blade or Phantom Assassin's Coup de Grace.

Dark tag is because of some heroes attitudes and how they would deal with a villain.

Takes place after Season 2 pilot episodes.

(Additional tag: Adventure)

So get this, several friends of mine thought it would be a good idea to go to Comic Con. Now, I'm not one for large gatherings like these, but they offered to have me go as my most favorite character of all time, Ral Zarek. How could I refuse when they're paying for just about all of it?
In the end I should've, I'm forced into some strange new land filled with murderous, backstabbing miniature horses. All the while I have to hide among them just to stay alive!
There's one thing I am certain though, and that's that I will be- no... I am the greatest mage that this world will ever know!
FOR I AM THE GUILDMASTER OF 1,000 SPELLS!!!

Currently doing a do-over for this story to make it more interesting, and it'll be in chronological order now! Hope LoHAV is still a thing, looks kinda dead though... Tags will be added when they come.

For a thousand years, peace has reigned over Equus, in large part due to a tournament known as the Gundam Fight. This tournament, held every four years, decides which nation will rule the others. Equestria itself, the origin of the Fight, has not won a Fight in over a hundred years. Will the return of the King Of Hearts, founder of the fight, allow Equestria to finally win?

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!

This story is undergoing major changes, and just might be integrated with another story of mine. Thus, this one might not be started again until the other is complete. It is by no means going to be cancelled. I made a promise to a colleague, and I intend to keep it. This WILL be completed, just at a later date.

Murphy Dryadson had just left the E3 convention. Or rather, tried to. He kinda got outsmarted by an interdimensional deity. The result? He got sent to a land previously thought to be make-believe, as the character he was dressed as. Complete with a mark on his hand containing a power that grows each passing day. Now he's in the middle of a war and has to figure out how to get home.

Typical Mondays, as always.

This story is not originally mine. Indeed, the author of the story had lost interest in it, but didn't want to see it sitting and rotting like a piece of roadkill on a highway. So, he entrusted it to me. The author is no less than the exceptional writer and word weaver, BlueSun52. Go give him a look (and a follow, if you please), his work is amazing.

Now, to clear some things up.

First, this will not be exactly the same, sadly, as the admins make clear rules against such things, plagiarism and all that. No, I'm afraid it will be quite different. The main character will be the same, of that you can be of sure of, so don't worry about that.

Secondly, if you've any suggestions or comments or, especially, concerns, please notify me. I would greatly appreciate it, and, admittedly, at times I may need it to keep going at a steady pace.

Finally, story tags will be added as the elements of said tags appear, just to add to the mystery.

And that's about it. Now, please enjoy the story.

Banished and imprisoned for nothing more than trying to live. Betrayed by those he considered friends. Left to rot and die, the one thing he fears above all else. Consumed by an anger and hatred rarely seen in their precious, beautiful world. Determined to retrieve what was his.

Join a a lost soul, so far from home. Join him as he seeks to reclaim his kingdom from pretenders, save his subjects from mediocrity and save himself from death's cold grasp. All the while, exacting revenge on the ones who punished him without right.

Join an Old Bird, with Sharp Teeth.

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Part of the universe of the group known as 'Humans Acting Villainous'. Which includes Malideus, Headless, Not Heartless, and many others. Second fanfic on this sight, but latest in a long line of fanfics all over the web. Recently Back from a LONG forced hiatus. Ah... it's good to be back.

While I'm pretty sure that being transformed into a Hero from a Movie can be considered cool in more than one way, I just don't see it.
"This... is so wrong."

Being sent to a land where Myths and Legends come to life is not a fun way to die.
"Nice puppies?"

It's not Hell, and it's not Heaven, and I'm pretty sure that this isn't Nebraska!
"Oh, crap."

I'm not sure what happened.
"Thou vile beast, We demand to know how you appeared here!"
"You and I both, lady."

And apparently I'm not very good with first impressions.
"... She started it!"
"Thou deceiving mongrel, We weren't the one who started the battle!"
"You threw the first punch, I just returned the favor."

And even without interruptions by some assholes...
"You know what is the difference between us?"
"Oh, pray to tell?"
"I'm fireproof, you, not so much."

I feel that my goal to get home will be pretty hard to achieve, all thing consider.
"But that's impossible!"
"You know, I'm pretty sure that by now this word left my dictionary forever."

{Character-tags will be updated with the story.}
{Currently being Edited by The Snide Sniper.}

Not all humans who arrive in Equestria are friendly. Sometimes, they're total assholes.
Sometimes, they're trolls. Like these guys.

When you're two dudes who are cosplaying as Tobi and Yoshimitsu and are labelled Public enemies 1 and 2, sometimes, you just gotta go on a road trip.

Loosely inspired by F*ck it I'm having fun. Pic drawn by Genbu, who's kind of the coolest.

Edit: Huh, featured on 5 May 2014. Wasn't expecting this.

Hello there, my name is or was Kyle but now I go by Axel. You see, what started as just me and 13 of my friends going to a convention cosplaying as Organization XIII from Kingdom Hearts II for my 18th birthday, has ended in us becoming Organization XIII, coming to Equestria, being labeled as enemy's of Equestria and having all the ponies hating us including that S.O.B named Celestia. But you know what, I don't care; if I'm stuck here and miss sun butt isn't going to help us get home then I might as while have some fun well I'm here till we find a way home.

This story was inspired by F*** it I'm Having Fun by Jimmy the Grape and many other stories like it. And special thanks to Thadius0 for proofreading.