Reminder: I don't own Attack on Titan or this story. This story belongs to ii-phoenix-ii on fanfiction.net. The gang returns to react to season 2. [No Pairings]

Disclaimer: I don't own Attack on Titan The scouts return one last time to watch Season 4. This time with Candy as emotional support. [No Pairings]

Reminder: I don't own Attack on Titan or this story. This story belongs to ii-phoenix-ii on fanfiction.net. The Survey Corps group returns and watches Attack on Titan Season 3 Part II. [No Pairings]

First Things first! This Story doesnt belong to me. It belongs to ii-phoenix-ii on fanfiction.net. I don't own this Story or Attack on Titan. A Group of Scouts become trapped in a Room for twelve hours and forced to watch Attack on Titan. [No Pairings]

To die ten thousand times is, in all fairness, a bit excessive. Abbie-a quiet lad with a stem of apple sprouting from his scalp (yes, really)-used to be the sort who'd apologise to a wall for bumping into it. That is, before he was murdered by his maths teacher, Miss Circle, for scoring a 34 on her "simple quiz." His mistake? Showing his work. Her solution? A compass through the lungs. And yet, death was just the beginning. He awoke again. And again. And again. Ten thousand iterations of the same miserable school life, repeated with surgical cruelty. One moment, he's trying to fix his grades. The next, he's disembowelled by Miss Bloomie for failing to calculate the angular momentum of a chair she hurled at his face. Physics is cruel, and so is she. He's wandered beyond the school gates-into forests that whisper in extinct dialects, stairwells that loop like a Möbius strip, and bathrooms that house creatures that bleed clocks. He's died hundreds of times out there too. To things that have never been named. ∆lice? A clown with her own room, an obsession with silence, and a face that rearranges when you blink too slowly. Fen? Oh, she's shredded me into ribbons eighty-one times-once just to see if I'd spell out her name in entrails. Δiden? Lovely girl. Tried to turn me into soup, kebabs, a meat pie, and-on one particularly imaginative Tuesday-a decorative centrepiece made entirely of spleens. Miller? In one timeline, he was Abbie's band manager. Good bloke. Terrible drummer. Eaten by a mirror. Death has become a Tuesday. Pain, a suggestion. But this morning? This iteration? Something's... wrong. The world creaks in a new way. Claire arrives late. The clocks blink out of sync. The shadows don't obey the light. And Abbie-tired, brittle, and wearing a tie stained with existential regret-feels something different in his apple-heart. He's about to die again. Of course he is. But maybe, just maybe... this time, the story will crack.

Copper-9, an exoplanet with minerals to mine and a cheap, easy-to-make work force to mine them: Worker Drones. With Worker Drones comes Disassembly Drones, their "natural" predators. Sent from beyond to slaughter all of the cowardly workers who hide in bunkers for fear of death. Except Mallory. The bastard only stays inside to sleep all day in a nice warm bed and gives lip to anyone that wakes him up. So when a surprisingly short Murder Drone waltzes right into the bunker, panic ensues, and panic makes noise, and noise tends to wake people up. == Story of a sleepy eepy guy who wishes to his sleep paralysis demon that people would leave him the [BEEP] alone. But where's a good story where everything goes the way someone wants? Got the idea from some art randomly and thought, " Ay, that's pretty good."

Nicole had always believed that nice guys finish last. She has always been surrounded by people who thought of nothing, but themselves and their own desires. In retrospect, these environmental factors from her tragic upbringings had turned her heart into stone, fully hardened into nothing, but black ice. But, that would slightly change when a peculiar boy had appeared one day and for the remainder of the school year. 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 - 10/21/2025 + Now includes Class of '09: The Flipside! OG Class of '09 coming soon! + [In advance I want to say this book covers offensive themes and dialogue. Those who are offended by such crude jokes this book isn't for you!] All art that is used belongs to their respective owners. Cuz for starters I cannot draw.

You know the drill, dude dies and reincarnates with some op wishes. This time, what if the cursed technique was as broken as Mahoraga's adaptation? Can Naohiro surpass Mr. Nah I'd Win?

There stood a lone Master, the last hope for humanity, an almighty force from the beyond, fighting for the future of the world- "Yeah, yeah, can we get on with this? This cutscene doesn't give me SQ, and the gacha doesn't wait for anyone." Unfortunately, the Master in question happens to be more concerned with being a general nuisance and a menace to society rather than saving humanity. How will they save the world with such a colossal jerk as their last hope is anyone's guess.

Jaune liked to think he knew his friends well, and his teammates better than anyone, but when his newly unlocked Semblance keeps inserting him into the dreams of those sleeping around him he'll have a chance to see the people he thinks he knows in a new light - whether he wants to or not. Can he keep his accidental invasions of privacy secret or will the nightmares force his hand? This story does not belong to me. Credits to: Coeur Al'Aran, Fanfiction user. 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14145272/1/ 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓: https://m.fanfiction.net/u/6272865/