Mejiro McQueen (The Original) became Mejiro McQueen!?(The Uma Musume) But wait, there's already a Mejiro McQueen? _______________________________________ 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧 : I am not the Author or creator of this fanfic. I am merely translating it for personal enjoyment and to share it with others. Please visit the Author's account and support them! They are a good writer! The story is completed too! They are on Novelpia (Not global, but the Korean one) 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚 : [우마무스메] 맥퀸이 된 맥퀸 𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 : 카타고라 Warning! Slow translation! This has around 50+ chapters or so, so I'll try at least translating five per week! Keyword, try. Go check out the original Author's if you want to translate it yourself! My translation is just average, after all. And from what i meant by 5 chapters a week, I'm not gonna publish all five said translated chapters at once! I'm gonna spread it out at different days in that week.

We all know that the Chrysos Heirs have their own differences and disagreements. However, if there was one thing they agreed on, it was the fact that it felt wrong to consider or call Caelus the "Deliverer". Or... 7 times did the Chrysos had "self-awareness" that Caelus wasn't meant to be the deliverer... and the 8th time was when Caelus thinks to himself about the title he received but was not meant to have... and proceeds to get interrogated... Written before 3.5....

Fujimiya Yogiri, An Otaku Who Is A Very Average In Terms Of Everything Had Just Recently Got Reunited With He's Childhood Friend Kiana Diaz Kaslana A Half Japanese And Half Filipino Who Will Be The Transfer Student Of He's School Will They're Relationships Will Remain The Same? Or Will It Grew To Something Even More Than That? (I'm Very Bad At Story Description) I Do Not Own Anything On This Except For My OC's

Uma Humans that are much more extraordinary than you and I. From a world not gifted horses, instead given the Equines in the form of these Ladies who all yearn to run to their hearts content. Some desire more, and enter races and contests to prove their speed, strength, and technical skill under the gaze of thousands, if not more. But obviously, not all Umas are created equal. The best to ever do it, long having given up on the venture in thanks to losing her passion, had been offered a job to come over countries and the sea to train one girl in the art of racing. What would be easy turns out to be much more than that, as the poor girl given the opportunity to train under the best of the best...is one of the worst to ever do it. Haru Urara, do your best.

(Honkai Impact 3rd x Shin Godzilla Reader) (Y) was in pain... his skin was burning and his bones dust... the surprise nuclear bombing that Russia pulled on the US has left New York nothing more then a charred wasteland... It was getting harder for (Y) to breathe... the radiation in the air burned his lungs... his final moments he was in constant pain... *Beep* *Beep* ???: "Sir. Otto, the test subject is waking up!" A blond man with green eyes walked over to a glass tube where a figure stayed suspended in the purple liquid around them. ???: "Artifical Honkai Core successful!" as the purple liquid cleared slightly he could see his work. a girl with long black hair was there, she had a long tail with a skull like protrusions at the end. Her back was covered in dorsal plates... and finally her dead gray eyes opened. Otto: "Welcome to the world... Gojira."

With eleven powerful harbingers at her beck and call, the Tsarista introducing him on that day was unexpected to all. Who was he, bearing no title under her majesty? - Loyalty never lies. [ fatui • m! oc ] © oraeonorbit, dec 2022 + 1

Do I need to explain? hell Nah. Acheron is Waifu. so beat it

One strike, to settle it all.

Meet (Y/n) - a teenage boy powered entirely by caffeine and spite, with the social stamina of a dying phone battery and the dry wit of a British sitcom character who's long given up on life. His breakfast routine? Three gulps of espresso, a sigh of regret, and a generous helping of existential dread. Sometimes he adds a biscuit, for balance. (Y/n) has one rule: Never trust anyone who drinks decaf. Sadly, his school didn't get the memo. Forced to endure a daily purgatory of dull corridors, killer exams, and teachers who look like they haven't smiled since 1997, (Y/n) finds himself trapped in an academic jungle where even a B-minus might earn you a death glare-or worse, a "see me after class." These aren't just teachers. They're caffeine-deprived tyrants in cardigans. (Fpe copyright belongs to Katie, and I just made Fpe fanfic)

(Inspired by @BurgerNoTomatoes Promised(reluctant) Victory in Remnant) Being a hero is the worst. The human spirit reacts differently from tragic stories to stories with happy endings. If you end up with a happy one people will riot and hate you. And if you get a tragic one, chances are people will make fun of you. So no matter what your life will be nothing but a joke. And this is the base line of my belief, being a hero is stupid and so is anyone who wants to be one. So why the hell do I have to be the worst kind of hero!!!