Bronx couldn't say he enjoyed Alto, Georgia. Sure, The Bronx was a shithole (yes, he's named after a county, shut the fuck up), but it was a shithole he was familiar with. And it actually had stuff to do, like the old arcade five minutes away from their old house. Or, you know, the entirety of New York Damn City. Sure, his family was broke as fuck, but it was cool to walk around. The only reason they had moved was for his kid sister, Brooklyn. His Aunt Queenie (named after Queens) had hunted down a renowned developmental pediatrician in Middle of Nowhere, Georgia. Most of his arguments had vanished at that; while he was happy (as happy as he was capable of being, at least), they had been looking for someone to help Brooklyn (in his family, it was just a recurring theme to hate your children enough to name them after landmarks). If you hadn't guessed already, he's not an honest guy. "Down on their luck" didn't fit, since they'd never had any luck to begin with. Aunt Queenie worked her ass off as a secretary at an entertainment agency in NYC, and while it paid well, this country was in shambles, and so was the pricing system. Had to tap your 401(k) to keep a roof over your head. His aunt knew what he did at night; she didn't like it, but she turned the other way when she saw the first stack of cash he dropped onto their old, rickety dining table. Though his dubious income helped them breathe a little, it didn't stop her worry from shifting from finances to her wayward nephew. His trashy (affectionate) aunt loved him, and he loved her, but Brooklyn was the light of his life; he would have ended up in a ditch long ago if they hadn't been waiting for him at home. The first week was fine; whatever, really. He got his info packet from Alto High School. His busmate was some girl named Ashlyn; there were two other new kids besides him, and he would start in three days. Mundane shit. He never could have guessed what would happen on that trip to Savannah.

Pinging pagers, beeping machinery, carts clattering down the halls, medicine bottles shaking, papers shuffling-he was one second away from killing everyone, the Hypocratic Oath be damned. Who was this to-be murderer? Dr. Fenrir Ragnulf. Head doctor and the youngest medical practitioner on the East Coast. At twenty-five, he feels eighty-seven and is highly dependent on the two big '-ines,' caffeine and nicotine. Despite his largely Scandinavian background, he's a Gothamite through and through. A few years in Norway couldn't compare to twenty in America's beloved cesspit. The doctor ran on coffee and pure, bitter spite as he bounced between his two places of work-Elliot Memorial Hospital, his primary position, and Arkham Asylum, where he was more of an outside consultant but apparently important enough to have his own office. As if dealing with sick people and psychos wasn't enough, he also had his fair share of interactions with the local cryptids. Especially one dumbass in particular.

[That Time I Got Summoned Into Another World And Punched A Crazy Prince] *you don't have to read the original novel to understand the story, but...why don't you?* Lee Yoohan got transmigrated into another world right after his mother's funeral. So instead of a dark alley, he met the arrogant, imposing Jay in a luxurious room full of magic circle drawing. The pale eyed Prince looked down on him in confusion because he didn't think the summoning spell would conjured a perfectly normal looking human male. He definitely never thought the perfectly normal looking human would punch him with magic enhanced fist and teleported away right in front of the prince's face. Interesting. The abandoned Prince Jay had never felt this excited in his entire life. ____________________________________ Original novel by samk Manhwa by Fujoking Cover art by yours truly ____________________________________ This is my take on the Payback story happening in another world, with sword and magic and PRINCE JAY because Fujoking drew one 🫅🏻 I had a lot of fun planning on this one, and hopefully the fantasy term wouldn't be confusing (please bear with it 🧙🏻)

Sequel to Crashing Through The Dark *** *** *** Nico is facing a fate that he can't deny. He knows he's going to fail, he knows he's destined to be captured, he knows he can't save them all. Heck, he's already failed so many of them. But for now, for now, he just has to try his best. Finally working with the Justice League, tension in his home rising, and his relationship with Will finally getting somewhere, things are complicated. So what does he do? He throws himself into saving people. Because if he can't help himself, not fully, he can at least help others. *Trigger Warnings will be in the chapters, there's gonna be a lot, just be warned* Cover isn't mine, I don't own any PJO, HOO, or DC plot or characters *** *** *** Next book is Watching the Sun Set

"That isn't how logic works!" "We're on a quest with a satyr, an immortal moon cultist and two forbidden children. But you still want to talk to me about logic?" Every demigod has a tragic backstory, Azrael was no different. But the Fates always have a plan, and apparently, so does Aphrodite. TTC - BoO TTC: ✔️ BoTL: ✔️ TLO: ✔️ TLH: ✔️ SoN: ✔️ MoA: ✔️ HoH: In progress Started: 19.02.25 Ended: ?? Top Ranks: #1 in nicodiangeloxoc #1 in jasongrace #1 in hoo #1 in leovaldez #1 in hazellevesque #2 in heroesofolympus #2 in pjo #3 in demigod #4 in percyjackson #10 in bxb

When Harry swiped the little black book that had been slipped into Ginny's cauldron, he hadn't expected to gain a big brother. But Tom has his own secrets, secrets that could help the wizarding world - or destroy it.

After his untimely death, Bai Ying is unexpectedly offered the chance to travel through various anime worlds by a mysterious system. His mission? To romance and win over the protagonists of these worlds. His first stop? The Disastrous Life of Saiki K., where he steps into the role of Makoto Teruhashi, Kokomi's older brother. But instead of following Makoto's usual obsession with his sister, Bai Ying's mission target becomes the aloof and overpowered Saiki Kusuo. Bai Ying: If this is the first world, I'm so fucked. ARC ONE: Saiki K: EDITING ARC TWO: Spy x family: ONGOING ARC THREE: Shokugeki no Soma: ARC FOUR: Oshi no ko:

On one particular summer Saturday, Harry was tending to the garden. There, he meets a snake - and everything changes. (A self-indulgently revised version of A Little Help from a Snake)

A very long redemption story. Notes: Peter is a normal human with no powers adopted by Tony Stark.Most characters are based on the Marvel Cinematic Universe, with the exception of a few. (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3135464)

{Finnick Odair/Male OC} "𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞." -𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞 H didn't know much about himself: his origin, age, or name. A blank slate. But he was sure about his responsibilities in District Two. He was Employee #346 of Factory #17, an academy student, and a tribute in training. He twisted metal, forged weapons, and lifted cargo day by day. He studied, trained, and honed his skills. He wasn't a very feeling person, but the moment he was reaped for the 61st Hunger Games, something in him cracked. A desire for more than the monochrome existence he's been stuck with his whole life. He wanted color. And he saw a promising beginning in the sea green of Finnick Odair's eyes.