This is a collection of Welcome Home ARG shorts, one-shots, imagines, & headcanon lists written by yours truly. Leave suggestions in the comments if needed/wanted. No NSFW/NSFS things in terms of erotic writing. Carnage, not carnal. Nothing fleshly (excepting wounds).

Fantasy writers from all over Wattpad discuss their experiences creating magic with their ingenious and imaginative stories.

It's been four years since the first eight teams landed on the planet. Life on Copper 9 is difficult; without regeneration, even a scratch is permanent in this world. In that time, they have divided into two clear sides. J and R have dragged their allies into their petty border disputes since as long as they could remember. Why? Well, the other person's always a self-absorbed idiot who's doing things the wrong way; that's just how rivalry works at the top. But, when they're forced to fight together against a lone disassembly drone, they form a flimsy plan. One filled with inter-sabotage and questionable decisions, the fight unfolds as a disaster... And the worst part? They and their teammates are the only ones to blame. Left as outcasts, Teams Alpha and Beta will have to join their forces for a chance to survive against their former friends. J and R's new teammates are just as stupid as their own, but are they really ones to just brand them like that? After all, there's always a monster in everybody's life...

They always want us to be the same. A factory producing a line of brand new, trend following, mindless robots. Press the cookie cutter down on our personalities and make a perfect gingerbread girl. Be the same. You don't need to be different. Different is weird. Different is looked down upon. That's what everyone always tells me. Everything is so fake, and any trace of a genuine smile had withered and died years ago. That is, until I met her... (Gravity Falls: Pacifica Northwest x Female Reader :p ) (currently under editing)

JcJenson really screw this up - we can't argue with that. Now they try to cover their sins by... selling the planet ? What if one crafty man 'll buy it ? How he'll react to hell on the planet's surface ? See for yourself. Human male OC x Murder Drones. J x OC, slow burn if that's what it is. Sorry for any grammar mistakes - english is not my first language and it's also my first fic. Feel welcome to point out any mistakes of any kind. :3

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