The only other human(?) in town is accidentally pulled into the prophecy of Deltarune... even though he was never meant to be in it in the first place

Because if Capcom can remake the same stories and still be enjoyable each time, then why can't I?

Kentaro Miura, any characters I use are not mine and never will be mine. Male Reader x Farnese de Vandimion (Y/N) is a child born and taken from his mother to be with the Mercenary Band, who take and kill the kill others for money or more. (Y/N) and his father are usually looked up to from the Band and are always high up in their respect. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" Rest in Peace 🕊️Kentaro Miura🕊️

Have you ever wondered what would go down if The Strongest woke up in New Eridu? Would the world stretch to make room for him, or would reality itself have to catch its breath just to keep up? Either way... something epic's about to shake the foundations.

Not a trainer, not even an occupation related to Uma Musume. Yet somehow, Muryou Kuraudo finds himself closely affiliated with multiple of them. Whether it be in the form of comforting them, cooking them food, treating their small injuries, helping them study or just keeping them company. Quickly, the girls get more and more attached to Muryou. Meanwhile, Muryou himself is completely oblivious to their feelings, he doesn't notice even the most obvious moves. He's too busy being sleepy, lazing around and coasting through life like a drifting cloud. Oguri Cap: "Muryou, the teacher gave me extra work because I wasn't paying attention in class again. Can you help me understand this? Also, can you cook me more food? I really liked the Beef Welt Yang." Muryou: "It's Beef Wellington." Symboli Rudolf: "Muryou, would you like to be the one to hand me the 'Dream Trophy Umamusume Of The Year' Award? If the URA won't accept you, then I'll just have to threaten them saying that I will leave the School and Racing altogether." Muryou: " ? ? ? " Maruzensky: "Muryou! Let's have a nice, smooth and relaxing ride at the beach road while admiring the sunset again! Ever since I met you, I've started to appreciate slow driving." Muryou: "I think you're just getting old." Watch as Muryou navigates through social challenges in this not-so-epic slice-of-life fanfic. (Comments are encouraged, I'll try to reply to each one of them. Be sure to tell me about any mistakes or critiques aswell!) [Btw credits to Saturn Illustrations on instagram for the story cover.]

A down-on-his-luck failure of a sorcerer born in the shadow of the honored one gets cast into the wild and merciless infinite multiverse and is forced to navigate its whims. On the bright side, this may just be what he needs to finally awaken.

Humanity has struggled to survive ever since the robotic threat known as the Raptures invaded and took over the surface of planet earth. The only hope humanity has against these mechanical monstrosities are the Nikkes, the Goddesses of Victory, highly advanced combat androids that far surpass humans in all aspects of combat. There was however another sister project to the Nikkes, the Next Generation Super Commando Initiative or G-Initiative for short. The goal of this project was to develop high tech combat equipment that would allow Commanders of Nikke Squads to fight alongside the Nikkes they commanded. However after the catastrophic failures of Generation 1 and Generation 2 of the Initiative, the Project was discontinued, lost within the Ark's Records. These records would not stay buried as they mysteriously make their way to the office of the Elysion CEO. Reviving the project, Elysion has a new goal, to create a combat capable Commander who can lead both the Nikkes and Humanity to Victory! Goddess of Victory Nikke belongs to Shift Up and Level Infinite, Kamen Rider belongs to Shotaro Ishinomori and Toei, my OCs and the plot belong to me.

"I'll write a Bible story in your blood, machine!"

Don't wanna live as an untold story Rather go out in a blaze of glory I can't hear you, I don't fear you I live now 'cause the bad die last Dodgin' bullets with your broken past Well, I can't hear you, I don't fear you now Wrapped in your regret What a waste of blood and sweat, oh-oh, oh