[ON-GOING] [UNDER EDITING] ❝𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙋𝙀, 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙏𝙍𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙍𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝘼𝙈 𝘼 𝙈𝘼𝙉?❞ ↳ 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘔/𝘕 𝘓/𝘕 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰, 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮?! 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵! ©Callmemid 𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙊𝙀𝙁𝙏𝙑 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙂𝙬𝙤𝙣 𝙂𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙚𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙎𝙐𝙊𝙇.

The oracle boy is a young wizard who possesses a rare gift: the magic of light. He is the only one capable of creating the protective barrier, the oracle lives isolated in a castle, protected by loyal guardians, but lonely. One day, he decides to escape from the castle and explore the world, in search of adventures and companions who will accept him as he is. But he is unaware of the dangers and mysteries that await him, nor of the choices he will have to make to save himself.

(REWRITE) "I vow never to be Unlovable again!" Y/n l/n a Dingo beastmen, who has a dark past not even he fully knows, what will happen when he goes to a school, with people he doesn't even remember knowing?

//ENNEADxMALE READER// //Mythology// //homosexual content// //bottom readerx top character// //Historia original//

La muerte es algo inesperado que les ocurre a los seres vivos. A muchos les causa miedo, duda o indiferencia, pero lo que nadie sabe que es lo que sucede al otro lado del túnel. Soledad Nuñez, se quito la vida a a los cuarenta y seis años. La enfermedad que portaba las estaba hiriendo demasiado, no sólo a ella si no a sus hijos y amigos. 9 de julio de 2019. Soledad Nuñez, Solé para los queridos, partió de este mundo rodeada de sus seres queridos y una sonrisa. Realmente deseaba acabar con ese doloroso sufrimiento. Sin embargo, el destino no la dejaría descansar. Al escuchar gritos y estruendos, abrió sus ojos encontrándose a un joven frente al espejo. Tenía el cabello teñido con visos rubios y en su cuello yacía tallado con tinta un tigre de color negro. '¿¡Quien es este muchacho!?'

After the battle to save Earth, all of the Bakugan have returned to their new home on New Vestroia. While victory is a good thing it doesn't mean that bad things can now occur. Y/n is known as the Battle Brawler's shadow or better yet Masquerade's shadow. Being known as Masquerade's brain as Alice becomes the body of Masquerade. But what happens when the battle was done his life changed and though it was for the better it was caused by something from the worse. Let's see how Y/n can handle being a brawler when a portal opens and is greeted by someone and something that he never thought he'll encounter. ──────⊱⁜⊰────── *Inspired by @WeissSchnee290* BxB/BxG/GxG LGBTQ 18+ Scenes Language Violence

A collection of short one shot of rivals with one Ayato Aishi! Ayato only wished for Senpai to notice him. It was almost impossible, but wait- why were the ten men who supposed to like Senpai chased after Ayato now! Confused, he tried to spend his time with them, and maybe he would learn to love them? xxx All one shots are not related unless if mentioned. Vaguely, most of the one shots would be fanon and probably didn't make sense, but hey, I just want to try this out. xxx Art cover belongs to the amazing Koumi-senpai! xxx Started on: 11. 11. 2018 Ended on: 23. 03. 2021

.｡.:⁕✧❘𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒┈━ ❛En el mundo de la hechicería solo los más grandes pueden ser lideres, solo los mejores sobreviven, solo los mejores... pueden ser llamados hechiceros, ¿no?, pues para él todo eso es pura mierda, no le importa, los hechiceros para él no valen nada, más fuerte o no, son la misma porquería o talvez no todos, puede que tenga una pequeña excepción, pero eso no apasigua su odió por los altos mandos y los clanes de hechiceros que hacen de todos para que su legado sea impecable e inolvidable.❜ ❛Eros Nishimura, el único heredero del clan Nishimura, fue criado con amor y bondad, pero sus padre le enseñaron lo que el mundo de la hechicería era realme- nte. Asco fue lo que sintió, ¿cómo podía existir gente así?, pero los no hechiceros no se quedaban fuera de su radar, al final, ambos eran la misma mierda para él.❜ •『Nishimura tiene que vivir con su asco y odió hacia ambas especies, después de todo son dos caras de la misma moneda, ¿cómo podía proteger agente de mente tan débil?, ¿por qué tenia que obedecer a una mierda de huesos viejos y piel arrugada?, él no quería vivir en un mundo así, no, ¿pero que podía hacer?, ¿revelarse y matar a todos los que considerará basura?, puede ser.』•

❝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘! 𝗖'𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘?❞ ━━━━━ 𝗜𝗡 a world built on trash, lies, and people who are thrown away, (Y/N) was never meant to feel anything at all. Born among the Sphereites and raised to be perfect, she learned early that emotions were inconvenient, silence was praised, and obedience kept you safe. From the outside, she was everything the Sphere adored-polite, capable, untouchable. On the inside, she was empty. Still. Quiet. Until she fell. Cast down into the Ground, where rot breathes and survival demands blood, (Y/N) joins the Cleaners-believing usefulness might give her purpose. Instead, she becomes something far more dangerous. Her Vital Instrument does not cut, burn, or destroy. It calms. When she acknowledges what she feels, the world around her sinks into stillness. Rage dulls. Fear slows. Pain quiets. And those who live in chaos begin to crave her presence like air after drowning. Especially Rudo Surebrec. Around her, his curse eases. His hatred softens. His pain stops screaming. And once he realizes that calm has a source... letting go becomes impossible. But Rudo isn't the only one who notices. Cleaners grow protective. Raiders grow curious. Obsession blooms quietly, dangerously, from both sides of the battlefield. Love turns possessive. Protection turns suffocating. And the more (Y/N) tries to disappear, the more the world bends around her. Because still water doesn't mean safety. It means pressure. And when it finally breaks, everyone will be dragged under.

Avatar various x reader; Before Pandora had a name, before the forest learned to breathe through veins of light, you existed. Not as flesh. Not as bone. Not as Na'vi, nor Sky Person. You were between. A presence held within the endless hum of the Tree of Souls-where memories did not sleep, but listened. Where countless essences drifted like embers, waiting, watching, knowing. They called you souls, though none of you were ever born. Some shimmered with curiosity. Some trembled with fear. All of you understood Pandora. You knew the balance Eywa protected. You knew the violence that threatened it. You knew the cost of choosing a body, a will, a fate. And so, when Eywa's voice moved through the great network-vast, patient, eternal- 'Who will walk for me?' ❗️Reader can be oc-ish ❗️Heavily follows Avatar movie series storyline ❗️Begins from Avatar: The Way of Water