Time is the force that shapes life. It is the constant that drives change and evolution. As time flows, life adapts and thrives in new environments and challenges. New forms of intelligence and culture emerge, creating diverse and complex societies. But what if the ancient creatures that once ruled the earth met the modern ones that now inhabit it? (Yes, this is Splatoon fanfiction.) (A word of caution, this story is still a work in progress. Very much so. I may change the chapters as I see fit. That would include grammar fixes, sentence rewrites, and, if necessary, full chapter rewrites.)

The stone-cold effigy of the 'strongest' was an idea that stripped those of all their humanities and spirit. It too was what robbed Gojo Satoru of everything he was and wasn't.

Shared world with a few other AK fic. A part of a series called Axiom of Malediction on ao3

"Beyond the boundless Night there lies the hazy figure of a person. That is the Night's origin, and enemy to the world." Heolstor the NightLord, the source of the Night. A destructive force that corrupts anything in its path. It will consume the world in destruction and chaos. But, when Heolstor died the Night was stopped. However, a greater influence had different plans for him. Heolstor instead of dying, was then transported to the world of Terra. Ark nights and Elden Ring Nightreign don't belong to me, and belong to their respective owners. Cover Art belongs to KoLario.

What happens when you have a psychopathic gamer, give them a game where they can do anything they want, and somehow their game merged to another reality? Chaos and no hilarity ensues. (This fic contains VIOLENT scenes (more than the usual things I write), so read of your own risk) (Inspired by Animator vs Animation)

When a mysterious Hollow Disaster opens a rift between worlds, Nero is ripped from Red Grave City and thrown into New Eridu-the last bastion of humanity in a world consumed by chaos. Armed with his Devil Breakers and the spectral echo of Yamato, Nero finds himself caught between rival Proxies, secret Syndicates, and a growing threat that smells an awful lot like demon blood. As Hollows twist reality and factions fight for control, Nero doesn't care who's in charge-so long as they're not hurting people. But in a city where power means survival, even a Devil Hunter might need to become something... more. Welcome to the Zone. Welcome to Hell.

We already have "boohoo, my wife is dead" man as Sensei already, but what about said dead wife as Sensei? Heavily inspired by "The Grade 9 Teacher" by yeyintaung29 on Ao3 and "Roland-sensei's shattered mask" by @Totalynormaldude As with my other fic, I don't own Blue Archive and Library of Ruina, both are owned by their respective owners. (Nexon and Project Moon)

The Almanac for all your PvG needs, from Plants to Grimm to locations and to heroes, its all here to read and to look at the info and fun little in-story trivia, ill try to upload chapters of this to match when I update the main story. (sorry for the poor cove quality, it was the only I could get)

The Kivotos is ravaged, the student council stripped of its power and unable to intervene, gangs and delinquents rule the streets unable to be stopped. Students left without any kind of guidance or direction, truly it is hopeless. But soon everything will change, a hunter, somebody who knows only bloodshed and carnage will be tasked with leading those who lack direction, guiding them towards a better tomorrow and freeing them from this horrible nightmare.

A port of my Ao3 fic of "ZENLESS ZONE ZERO (featuring V1 from the fast paced, ULTRA VIOLENT old school FPS ULTRAKILL)", originally known as "Yeah, this is... certainly a fan fiction; V1 from ULTRAKILL ultrakills everywhere in Zenless Zone Zero and knocks some socks off or whatever!!!" Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/67216048/chapters/173600101 A serene V1 thinks about everything it went through as it slowly dies. How it came to interpret life and death as a gift both equal in value. How its views of murder started as a attempt at survival with a bitter aftertaste of guilt, then mercy killing for a world constantly in torment, and finally a last goodbye to a life. A goodbye that deserved to be beautiful in its own broken way. When it finally dies a cold, lonely death in the icy depths of treachery... it found itself somewhere completely new. UPDATES... whenever.