Your stereotypical abused, bullied, depressed, suicidal, unloved, virgin reader story. ---- Your life sucks. Or at least, that's what you've gathered. Suddenly waking up in a dorm room with shoelaces wrapped around your neck as you dangle from a ceiling fan really doesn't help with the amnesia. So what do you do when you discover that your forgetful existence has been nothing but torment and abuse? You say, "Fuck this shit!" and proceed to do whatever you want. ---- I do not own RWBY or any photos/videos used in this story.

To be quite frank, it was tiring. The dream, then Lothric, then whatever the fuck was happening in The Lands Between. A normal being would have lost all semblance of sanity by now, but unfortunately, not you. No. You, have your guiding moonlight. And that was enough to get you through it all. That shining light at the end of the tunnel. That helpful push in the right direction. That was enough to get you through those individual hells, each with their own set of trauma. But then, you ended up...here.

This is basically like every other y/n self insert thing except the reader isn't an absolute fucking idiot! Also, I have zero fucks about anyone's feelings! Your favorite waifu? Deceased. Happy ending? Who said you get those?! Also I would say that you should probably know that Y/N is almost entirely a dark souls 3 character, minus the bonfires and shit. If you have played the game, great! prepare the PTSD. If you haven't! treasure the happiness you have until curiosity gets to you! (Actual Story Description) y/n l/n, the Lord of cinder that simply stopped giving a fuck! He had done everything from becoming a lord of hallows and even went through the mind numbing pain of soul level 802. Around what he believed to be somewhere around ng90, The blacksmith tells you about a unique bonfire in the dark Firelink. You check it out and get transferred to another world. How? Plot my friend. He woke up in cold sweat in a Forest that honestly didn't look like a real forest. You sigh, get up, and start making your way into the next world of bullshittery.

So we are a dude... who sings Sabaton songs... and when we do... they fight for us... so if we were to be like: "THEY ARE THE PANZER ELITE, BORN TO COMPETE, NEVER RETREAT!", the Ghost Division would come out and fight our enemies

Died and Reincarnated as.... a Demon. well I'm doom. (I do not own any of the photos, except some that I made myself)

Y/N L/N was your average teenager. He had a life. friends, family, and a future. Until a rebel bomb took that all away from him. With a hatred towards the rebels Y/N joins up with the Galactic Empire to become a storm trooper. If only he knew the fresh hell that awaited him.

The soul of a deceased drifted through the void. Retaining nothing but their intelligence, they slept without aim. ...Until something certain triggered their wake. . . . <Consciousness Confirmed.> --------------------------------------------- WARNING : CRINGE AHEAD, DON'T BE EXPECTING MUCH OTHER THAN GOOD GRAMMAR Cover is mine :) Now that this story has a big read count, plagiarism is more likely to happen than not. Wattpad is the only place I write this story, so please don't fall for anything else! ------------------------------------------- Not really a surprise, but I'm not going to continue this story