Well... this is my first fanfic... so... enjoy? (All characters belong to Uru-Chan) (Is that right? If it's not please let me know I don't want any trouble. 🙃) IMPORTANT EDIT‼️‼️ Hey so I wrote this when I was in middle school, in my 2020 era, so it's a train wreck.

After the torture he was subjected to in the Readjustment Classes, John wasn't sure how he could bear to live with himself anymore, not after everything he did as the Tyrant of New Bostin. He wasn't a good person. He was nothing but the hollow husk of a monster, something that should be left to fade away into the darkness-alone, forgotten. But within that pit he was content with laying in, to let any shred of hope he could have wilt and die, a light pierced through the depths. Unordinary, a book his dad wrote for him, and John finds it in himself to believe...maybe he can be a good person after all. Or: William's message truly gets through to John, he learns to help others with his power, and changes ripple throughout John's life and the hierarchy that almost destroyed him because of it.

Error gave up... I suck at descriptions...

North threw the large door opened and walked inside the large factory, Tooth, Sandy and Bunny following in right after. North laughed loudly, the threat finally being over. Pitch was beaten and the children of the world believed once again. "Let us have a feast, to celebrate our victory!" The other guardians agreed, for once feeling that they deserved to have a little time off. "Come on in everyone," North shouted, "Don't let the cold in." Too late would North realize his mistake in his words. Just as he uttered his words Jack was about to step inside, but now stopped. His blue eyes were wide, reflecting just how much he had been hurt. 'Don't let the cold in', he was Jack Frost, he was the cold itself. 'Don't let the cold in' was just other words for, 'Don't let Jack Frost in'

Dipper has a secret that not even Mabel knows. But Bill cipher found out and he was interested. Who knows where this relationship will end

I'm guessing your late heh *(you hear sad laughing coming from outside)*

A man, with a hooded cloak and a white scarf, and a flying blue cat were watching the nearby town from a hill on it's outskirts. Rain was pouring down on their heads. The man was watching with dull eyes under his hood, without any emotions, the town in front of him. His last mission didn't go well so he was in a really bad mood. Under his cloak you could see a red bandage on his right arm and some sprays of somebody's other blood, and some old scars. On top of everything it started to rain. He was forced to go to the nearest town to seek for shelter from the rain or the cat would catch a cold. Now he was staying in front of Magnolia. A town full with powerful mages. "This is Magnilolia, huh?" The man spoke. "So here is the place of that guild which is cousing me so much problems and work, and the old geezer is always complaining to me and the other. *sigh* It lookes like we don't have much choice." "Aye sir." The cat said while shivering. "But we can find some medicines to treat your injuries after you lost too much blood and you are too tired too heal them yourself." He said while pointing at the wound on his arm which was again bleeding. The hooded man quickly changed his bandages under his cloak and tightened them. " I'm fine. It's just a scratch." He said without looking at his partner." Let's go. And you know what to do when we go there." He started to walk along the muddy path and not long after his little fella followed him. ......... The guild door burst open letting cold wind and rain drops enter the guild hall. On the door step were standing two dark silhouettes. One big and one really small. "Who are you and what do you want?" The third master's voice exoed through the now quiet guild. ......

Moments of fluff in the Magical world of wizards!

'The Wanderer' is a mysterious superhero, and no one knows his name. life, or anything, really. He is only known as The Wanderer, a name given to him by the public. But one certain man is determined to unmask this anonymous superhero. Cover art not mine.

Shortly after World War II, something happened to the human race-something extraordinary. After so much death, humans grew to evolve. Some became stronger, others faster. However, many developed more dramatic abilities-superpowers, to put it simply. Some "Paragons," as they deemed themselves, could fly; others could read minds. And some of them got completely fucked in the power department. Not everyone evolved to possess these skills. These people-muggles, cripples, "Voids"-were viewed as lower; to Paragons, they were useless, worthless wastes of space. Anyone weak was like a bug to them; well, most of them. As anyone would expect, when a good portion of the world becomes powered, some of them are bound to have a superhero complex.