Ayaka Fukuda finds herself transported into the world of an otome game as the villainess Olivia Ordrin. Destined to meet a bloody end, Ayaka aims to change her fate as Olivia and live a long and happy life. But her fate is tied to the future, and possible destruction, of the Empire of Arlexia that is loved by its creator god Zulm. Through the machinations of gods and man, one who will stand beside Olivia shall be born. A gift and a curse. A friend and an enemy. Thus begins a twisted yuri romance carved by the bloodied thorns of the briar that ensnares itself around the lily from another world.

Rene Audrey returned from her inhumane work conditions, a common theme for her time when the population had become a commodity, spent and trapped. Busy; desperate, seeking solace from her bleak life and reality by drowning and pouring all she can spare into a game. Her nation, the Regalian Autarchy, is a subcontinent-spanning player-made nation that holds an unwanted monopoly upon the custodianship of the Southern Icefield Exclusion Zone. Isolated as they were, the nation was under siege for a full decade by others thirsting for its resources and manpower or shits and giggles because players can be massive trolls. However, the capricious nature of fate settles her into a new world and life. A life she has once sworn to leave behind... This fiction contains -Strong Language -Graphic Violence (Inspired by Nihonkoku Shoukan and Gate.)

Nyx has been time and time again, through multiple threads of lives, thrown into a world where no true peace was found. One of the life timelines was fought in the wasteland, another one becoming mere grunts against endless tides of hell, while the other was... So on and so forth... Upon Nyx's last rebirth, all the past lives were converged into one. Culminating into Nyx's final chance in Terra... Fair warning: - Depiction of violence and cruelty. - Strong words.

To become a falling star upon a new world was something Gabriel hadn't expected to occur, but with nothing else to do in his now purposeless life, the "Righteous Hand of God," now a nameless soul will have to seek a new goal to keep himself driving forward. It doesn't help that he had found himself fallen into a country wrought with war and... Devils. It was not fun. I Do Not Own Arknights or ULTRAKILL, They Belong To Their Respective Owners.

"How will you ever be able... To face the world again?" From within the depths of Megumi's soul, Sukuna had spoken that question. Could he truly keep living? After all the failures he had amounted to? He couldn't, he truly couldn't. When the final Black Flash fell, so did his life. Well, that would have been the case if Fate hadn't decided to exchange one crappy world for another. I do not own Arknights or Jujutsu Kaisen, they go to their respective owners.

(Rewrite is out) "You were magnificent, Satoru Gojo. I will never forget you for as long as I live." Satoru Gojo laid there, bisected in half, as if the universe itself had severed any hope of defeating the demon in front of him. Though, he still held hope in his students, hope that they would be able to carry on what he could not. He was satisfied, finally lifting the weights of the world off his shoulders, he was willing to pass on... But what if fate had other plans for The Honored One? I do not own Arknights or Jujutsu Kaisen, they belong to their respective owners.