A lone soul trapped in the void, the concept of time has no meaning here. In its desperation, it merged with a crack in reality and it granted it the power to do anything and a voice in his head. Now summoned as a Servant to fight in the Holy Grail War, but that's just the beginning. A bit of a crack fic. (OCxHarem) (X-Over powers)

"𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪! 𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪! 𝔸 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦!" In which the world Government hires a new delivery bird... er boy‐ man?, for the newspaper... Tune in to the crazy events and strange scenarios of his everyday routes.

"ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜʏ, ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴀᴄʜᴇ" ╰┈➤ᴬ ᴼⁿᵉ ᴾⁱᵉᶜᵉ ˣ ᴹᵃˡᵉ!ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ✧.* [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞] [𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞] 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟑 𝐌'𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐧. 𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝟗?" "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫." ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹--𝒟𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 4, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟤✩‧₊˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐸𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹--𝒫𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔... ✩‧₊˚ Status:On-going/HIATUS(PLEASE INFORM ME OF GRAMMAR ERRORS) Highest recorded rankings: #1 in Trash #1 in crackfic #1 in Outofcharacter #17 in One Piece #1 in One #1 in Onepiecexmalereader #2 in shanks #1 in onepiecexreader #1 in nofucksgiven #5 in flowers #1 in Grandline #5 in Gay #2 in Mihawk #1 in Law --- This'll probably be a book I'll go on and off of for funsies so don't get TOO attached. Rated mature for language and other topics listed in Before You Read(This book is gay so you might as well walk on home if you're not into that.) Also, any memes used aren't mine. I found them on Pinterest and all credits go to th

RWBY x Male Reader One shots! None of the stories will correlate with each other unless I put them in parts. (A LOT OF SEX! I just felt like doing this. Hope ya'll enjoy)

'Gotham.....I'm in Gotham.......I'M IN GOTHAM' Yes, yes you were 'What, what the actual hell is happening, is this a dream? Am I de'- You looked over towards the alley you just emerged from 'No....no no no no no no no' You slowly made your way deeper into it 'Please, for the love of whatever deity exists here please don't be him' You found the body 'Please be a copycat, don't be the real.....don't be...' You slowly turned over the body of the man that attacked you, the man you killed "Oh..... Oh no" The face paint gave him away, as you looked into the now dead eyes of the man. That classic maniacal grin spread across his features even in death. You just killed the Joker. Now with almost every hero and villain you know gunning for you, either for their form of "protection" or to just kill you, only one thought crossed your mind. "Well Fu"- *Currently being re-edited since the beginning of this book has some spelling mistakes I have over 1k reads, am I famous now? Can I like, be a jerk and get away with it? Look at all these PEASANTS, THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW A KING IS AMONG THEM-...I need some time to calm down this happy feeling in my chest. Btw, I don't own any art in the story. If the owner of any pictures in this story want me to, I will take those pictures out and replace them. Thank you. It's my first story as well so it probably won't be that good compared to other stories like this, but I hope you enjoy. My goal is at least 69k words, I'm such a maniac. Also I just realized I spelled Harley Quinn as Harle Quin in tags, and now my stories next to a bunch of Seven Deadly Sin stories. Kill me now #2 on dccomics #1 on vigilantes (February 11th 2022) #3 on malreader (March 5th 2023) #2 on first fanfic #3 on superman (March 12th 2022) #14 on random (March 16th 2022) #1 on squad #1 on villains #1 on harlequin I'M SORRY I MISSPELLED IT I DIDN'T MEAN TO GET FIRST IN THIS TAG (March 30th 2022)

["What do you search for in life, issei? What gets you out of bed every morning? Well, I've found my answer, and I've decided to dedicate my whole life to it!" ] ______________________ Will and desire are what run this world. As without it, not a damn thing would get done. For those who desire nothing and rise out of their beds without purpose, they're truly dead. As they, without a reason to live, are only left to exist. It is ambition that shapes our destiny, and by it, our future is molded. For by will, you gain power. And by the power you gain the means to make your dreams a reality. That is the rule of thumb which the supernatural world runs by. Might makes right. For by the power of sacred gears, the user's will is manifested into world-shattering strength. So what does a man do when he wishes to change the world? He wills it. He sets off on a path that shall divide and alienate his character from the rest. He must be a cut above the rest, with a character that is eventually seen as the right way to live. For by having a will and drive greater than the rest, his heart shall impose the world to fit his image. That is how all leaders are born. It is how all gods are born. And, in this world which is at the center of the chaos made by those clamoring to stand at the top, he is the answer to all of our problems. ["You're calling yourself the solution to tyranny?"] ["No, I am not, but I can't stop what they believe and call me, only live up to it."] _______________ Let the story begin!

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.