"Your not him." He stated. "He doesn't decide what you do anymore." "I know." "Do you?" He took both my hands in his. "This is dangerous, and I don't want you getting hurt." "What's life without a bit of danger?" A daughter of an assassin joining a group of superheroes? I don't own anything I only own my OC and any other characters I may create

Sejoun had always been an avid fan of the Pokémon games, spending countless hours exploring their vast worlds and training his favorite creatures. One fateful night, while playing until midnight, he suddenly collapsed and lost consciousness without warning. When he awoke, Sejoun found himself in an unfamiliar parallel world-one far different from his own. This was a realm where biotechnology had advanced far beyond imagination. Here, scientists and corporations possessed the ability to design entirely new species, granting them extraordinary abilities and shaping life itself as though it were clay in their hands. Sejoun soon discovered that he was the owner of a struggling biotech company teetering on the brink of bankruptcy. Yet, as if guided by destiny, something miraculous happened: a mysterious "Pokémon system" appeared before him. With its power, he was able to draw upon his deep knowledge and passion for Pokémon, recreating the beloved creatures that had once only existed in games and stories. From his laboratory, Pikachu, Charmander, Squirtle, and countless other Pokémon were born into reality for the first time, astonishing the world. What was once a failing company suddenly transformed into a thriving empire, drawing global attention and admiration. Children and adults alike were enchanted, scientists marveled at the possibilities, and soon, Pokémon became more than entertainment-it became a culture, a way of life. Under Sejoun's leadership, his company rose from obscurity to global prominence, with Pokémon at its core. He became known as the visionary creator of Pokémon, a pioneer who reshaped the world through his dream. The creatures that once existed only in games now lived, battled, and thrived alongside humanity. I also post this on royalroad.

The reader was pushed beyond her breaking-point, and wishes for a new life. Not knowing, it had set in stone her destiny. Thrown into the world of the Lego Monkie Kid, she earns the title, "Fated Oracle", who has returned to give her guidance. The bad news, she doesn't have a clue what's happening and regrets ever wanting a new life. Yet she decides not to change the ending but change the path towards it. Will she succeed in not having everyone go threw angst? Is it possible that the Monkey King will not fuck over any new friendships and have everyone mad at him? Let's find out if our precious reader makes the story all fluff or have it ruined by angst and pain.

When an angel fell from Heaven caused by the hands of the leader and lieutenant of the exterminators a month after Extermination Day, she finds an unlikely and surprising sinner who took her in and helped heal her from the wounds. Abigail, a seraphim, sister to Emily and Sera, was kicked out of Heaven after discovering the truth of what goes down in Hell. She was found by Rosie, Cannibal Town leader and overlord, who took her under her wing to ensure that she heals up and recover from the wounds inflicted on her. But guess fate has a weird sense of humor when two unlikely beings, an overlord and a sin find themselves in a tangle of strings that connects them to Abigail now renamed Allison, who has fallen for both of them but is too afraid to accept their feelings, afraid that they'll get killed or push her away for her secret but after meeting Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust, her views about Hell started to change and views it as a second home. But when Extermination Day was cut in half into six months by the leader of the exterminators, Allison must help Charlie protect the hotel with their family. Will they prevail? Will they fail? Is redemption really possible? And why do Alastor and Lucifer are trying to compete with each other for her affections when her heart belongs to them both? All Characters aside from some OCs belongs to Vivziepop along with the Pilot and Hazbin Hotel Show

Marinette Dupain-cheng was always happy and cheerful, keyword; Was! 4 years ago a girl named Lila came to school and promised her that she will turn everyone against her, Marinette was not bothered at first but now noo. long story. read and enjoy!

Note: This is currently a female reader inserted unless Lucifer becomes more prominent in season 2! They say when you die, your soul is judge. If you remain faithful and good, you'll be accepted into Paradise also known as Heaven. But if you were bad and allow yourself to fall for sin, you'll be sent to rot in damnation, aka Hell. Once you're dead that's it! You picked you're faith and there's no defying it... or is there? I do not own the rights to Hazbin Hotel, this is just a fanfic for fun. All rights belong to Vivienne Medrano, SpindleHorse Toon, A24, & Amazon Prime.

Kiki is a witch who is adopted by the Nunzés. She knew the trolls existed and even helped the trollhunters. When her crush Jim Lake Jr is picked to be the next trollhunter. She's forced to tell him the truth about her and help him learn the ropes on being a trollhunter. Will Kiki and Jim be able to save Arcadia and Trollmarket while also discovering new feelings towards each other? trollhunters belong to DreamWorks and my oc (Kiki) belongs to me. Cover art by me

Cover art is anfidersio on twitter (Y/n) Smith always knew she was different, and no, I don't mean in that, "I feel it in my gut" bullshit way. I mean, when she was born, no one knew there was a second baby in her mom's womb. She came out with greyer skin and light blue hair. Her mom always told her that she looks just like her grandfather. Her twin brother, Morty, seemed to get his father's intelligence while (Y/n) seemed smarter than anyone she talked to (although she didn't really have anyone to talk to). Then, all of her problems seemed to answer themselves, as the one and only (but not really) Rick Sanchez crashed into the garage one day in a flying ship made of garbage.