A Holy Grail War once more begins. It has been over 17 years since the Fuyuki Grail War in 2004, and many things have changed. The Clock Tower has become quieter. Mages are rarer than ever before, considered a dead profession even by those who utilize it, and after journeying to Avalon, Emiya Shirou now lives a peaceful life with Saber as his wife, and a daughter between them: Emiya Nakano, who aspires to be an interpreter. After much chaos thanks to the recent Covid 19 pandemic, Nakano, a successful high schooler, manages to secure a rare abroad trip with her best friend Tohsaka Ritsuka to study at a prestigious school for several months. But things take a turn for the worst, when Ritsuka orders a strange being whose face resemble's Nakano's mother, to kill Nakano. Drawn in a new kind of Holy Grail War with Servants who come from Recent Pop Culture, Nakano must not just find a way to stop this war, but she must also learn to come to terms with the true identity of her mother and their heritage of darkness.

Page Art by Kamijou000 on Deviant Art Script by Flix98 on Wattpad Original Fanfiction Story by Misaka_Omnitrix

Makoto Yuki, in his last breath, waiting for his death to come only to see an orange-haired girl and a room which he doesn't know. Huh? Had he become one of the Servants in Chaldea? (I'm going to use the name "Makoto Yuki" instead of "Minato Arisato". The characters may not be like they are supposed to be but I try to make them. I do not own any pictures I'm using. Warning: Slow update(possibly since I wrote this for fun), grammar)

A storm billows in the night, raging and churning, the wind fiercely whipping icy, needle-like rain. The only light was provided was from a torch and the branches of lighting that briefly flashed in the sky, casting broken beams of light through the canopy of trees. A young man is caught within the rage of the storm, his vision limited from the rain and the inky blackness that surrounded, save for the small circle of his torch's light. Another bolt of lighting broke through the sky in an explosion, the light shone through the trees. Just off the path lie a cave, the looks of which was a welcome sight for the young man. He ventures forth into the cave to escape the storm. Upon entering the cave, he assumes himself to be the only resident. A voice echoes out from the eerie shadows, the young man is caught off guard. His heart sinks as the wielder of the voice made their form known. Within that night, the young man's life would be changed. The question being, is it for better or worse?

Howdy! To celebrate October and the oncoming spoopy vibes coming along with it, I will be attempting to draw something scary/"spoopy" every day ^^

Corruption is at an all time high in the city of Gothic Prime. Through new prohibition laws instilled by the new Mayor months before, a number of crime families have given rise to an explosion in illegal activity taking place. The fall of justice has already been set into motion as money and hands both become dirty. (Father's Name) (L/N), the head of the notorious (L/N) family has most of the city in the palm of his hand, though his ambitious son (Y/N) aspires something more, a vast criminal empire. In which he'll do anything to acquire power for.

What is living ? That question has been wandering around young (Y/N) (L/N)'s mind for years. Waking up to the sounds of artillery fire every morning, hoping that the shells won't land anywhere near him. Hearing the sound of the whistle that determines wether he could live to see another day as he and countless other men went to go over the top. Hearing the rapid ear shattering sounds of machine gun fire, praying that he won't get hit. It is a life of a soldier they say.... Then, the question comes again. Is it really living ? Is this life really worth living ? Or is (Y/N) really just a dead man that doesn't even know that he's already dead yet ? Helplessly clinging onto his seemingly worthless life as he waits for his impending demise. But everything comes down to one simple question. Is this world really worth living in ? A world full of war and death. But what if.... What if he was to be given a second chance ? A second world to live in. Will it be any better ? Or will it be the same ? Or maybe even worse ? (A/N) : this is my first original story. It's kind of weird but please give it a chance, thank you.

a brave knight once lived in a thriving kingdom filled with happiness until "she" came. the kingdom was left in ruins and ash and from those ashes a new knight had risen and made it his goal to bring justice to those that destroyed him home. he will be known as the The Judge of the Dead.

Hello there fellow hooman/Demon/Neko/Ghost or whatever you are. My very own Creepypasta zodiac book! I have nothing better to do and remind me if I forget your zodiac in one of the chapter!!