Life in New York City wasn't easy, but for Y/n L/n, it was manageable. As a Senior at Midtown High, Y/n prided himself on being a quiet observer, blending into the background while secretly dreaming of being something greater. In a world filled with extraordinary heroes, he was content to admire them from afar, believing their world was beyond his reach. Everything changed on a seemingly ordinary school day. As he walked through Midtown High's halls, flashes of glowing light appeared in the corner of his vision-illusions that no one else seemed to notice. He began to feel a hum beneath his skin when he passed certain places, like the energy of the world was alive and responding to him. Books flipped open on their own, lightbulbs flickered as he passed, and faint glyphs glowed on surfaces where he lingered too long. It was as if reality itself was bending to his presence, but he had no idea why.

You were someone who loved Demihumans and always found them cool and interesting. When you heard about the cultural exchange program to help integrate them in society, you immediately signed up. However, after you got some Demihumans to stay with you things turned bad and after several months and tons of different Demihumans living with you and abusing you, over that time you quit the program. You were content with life afterwards but all that changed when an woman comes to your doorstep.

(Y/N) (L/N) was just watching a gambler from Las Vegas lose all his money betting on black in a roulette. As if on cue, an ad for a Game called Umamusume:Pretty Derby, appeared... and started his literal dive into the rabbit hole of cute horse girls running... just in time of getting damn good luck (5 3 stars in one ten pull) He got hit by a truck... I guess you all know where this is going! (I don't own the game nor any art used in this fanfic, they are owned by their respective owners)

Let's be real here. No one. And I mean literally.. no one ever saw this coming. I don't even remember how this happened, I straight woke up after my late night shift and found out that I was put in this random universe. I mean sure, I got some bad ass super powers out of it. But what I didn't expect to see was four variants of one person who were also brought to this dimension.. and who were all still madly in love with me. Just.. not the me that you know...

You x the mutant women of the uncanny X-men. (I don't own anything besides the fanfic.) (COMPLETED)

THIS IS FOR ALL MY FELLOW MALEVOLA LOVERS!!! (Y/N) Spector-once a revered combatant-was betrayed while on a mission in Egypt; left for dead by his own ally. After the Egpytian Moon god Khonshu breathed new life into him, he became his champion; The Moon Knight. With his new found powers, he'd go on to become a masked vigilante-a hand to do Khonshu's bidding. Turns out... Khonshu doesn't give two tits of a rats ass about the modern legal system. Combined with the insanity from of his dissociative identity disorder that developed from his rebirth, Moon Knight was quickly stamped as a threat in the eyes of the public & government. After eventually being captured, he was tried, and sentenced to a lengthy term in a high grade security prison in Southern California. Not long after his arrival, (Y/N) was given an offer and a chance at at freedom. An organization called the SDN had just begun recruiting for their newest initiative: The Phoenix Program. A special rehabilitation program run by the Superhero Dispatch Network where ex-supervillains and anti-heroes sign up to help out SDN subscribers. From all of the applicants, (Y/N), and 8 former villains were selected to form the Z-Team. Due to bad behavior, flakiness, insubordination, and a damn near refusal to work together-it wasn't long until the program came to the verge of being shutdown.

God Killer...Celestial Slayer...Deicide, (Y/N) was known for many things, had many titles, and accomplished impossible tasks that many gods could only dream of achieving such feats, but to (Y/N) these tasks hardly proved to be a challenge of his status to the point they were just...boring. He always wondered what it would actually feel like to start over...to start from scratch as he makes his way up, to actually feel challenged and savor his hard work. To feel...mortal. Maybe that's the challenge he's been looking for all this time. To experience a day by day life of being a mortal. Wonder how this new rebirth life of his will treat him and who will be by his side as he tries to conquer impossible odds once more!

Ever since you've been playing Blue Archive since it's release, you were now an expert at it. Having many students that you owned (including the limited fes ones), and even have high bond levels with them too, you cherished them as they were your most precious treasures. You even finished each Volume of the Main Story, Side Stories, Mini Stories, and even the Event Stories too. Although, things won't always last forever.... As your gaming list began to pile up more and more, especially other gacha games, you had less time or even barely some time on playing Blue Archive. And what happens if you ignore your precious students for too long or even a year..? T̸h̷e̵ ̷C̷o̵d̵i̴n̷g̷ ̷S̴t̸r̸i̵n̵g̴s̴.̸.̸.̶ ...ẇ̴̥i̵̤̊l̷̡̄ḻ̸͌ ̸̜̐F̵̟̀I̴̘͋Ņ̴̾A̵̼̓L̴̼̒L̴͚̐Y̷̜͐ ̵͑͜ḇ̵͋r̶̳̊e̶͖̽ä̴̻́k̷̬͆.̴̗̚.̵͔̐.̶̣͐

Y/N is a normal boy cursed with the terrifying aura of an Oni, one that makes him seem frightening to others. To make things worse, he's recently been bonded to one of the eight heads of Yamata no Orochi, a massive dragon-serpent spirit that's supposed to be unstoppable and decimate countries...except this one is a total coward, scared of everything from ghosts and aliens to loud noises and girls. When Y/N goes seeking help from Seiko to quell his aura, he crosses paths with Momo, Okarun, and the rest of the crew. After being unwillingly dragged into the world of the occult and supernatural, he's forced into battles he never wanted. Y/N has to learn how to control his troublesome and violent Oni aura while dealing with his panicky snake partner. Together, the two scaredy-cats must face horrors beyond imagination, discovering along the way that even fear can be a source of strength for people, or rather demons, like them.

"If I stop chasing victory, I don't simply lose the race-I lose the marrow of my being. To relinquish the pursuit is to admit that every wound, every sleepless night, every drop of sweat was meaningless. And I would sooner bleed myself dry in the arena than live as a monument to wasted effort."