City of dreamers full of endless potential - yet I feel like I am the only one drifting.

Life is a mystery Everyone must stand alone I hear you call my name And it feels like home

After Darth Vader awakens merged with his younger body in the beginning of the clone wars. He has the power of a warrior and knowledge derived from the best minds in the galaxy and now he has the opportunity to change everything. Save for once instead of destroy. But first he has to learn to live again in a world he'd burned down.

What would you do, if the most mysterious, and arguably most powerful character in all of gaming offered you a job? And not just any job, but to take over his position, and to work for his "Employers". However, you're going to have to prove yourself worthy, even if you do look like the right man for the job, so how about we send you somewhere familiar for you? This story is open to the readers to come together and change the plot, so if you don't like something, or have an idea, share it! I'll probably include it. First story ever so pls prepare for bad grammar.

(ALL ART THAT ARE IN THIS STORY ARE MADE BY ME) You are Y/N. That's the only truth you remember-the name they call you. Some whisper another title, one laced with fear and awe: The Wolverine. Unlike everyone else in Remnant, you are an anomaly. You wield no Aura to shield you, no natural barrier against the blows of your enemies. By all rights, you should be fragile... but you are not. You heal faster than any warrior alive, faster than those who should be untouchable. Beneath your skin lies a secret of cold steel-an unbreakable skeleton and claws that slice through anything. Where these powers came from, you do not know. Your past is a shattered mirror, its pieces scattered and lost. Seeking refuge from the endless bloodshed that haunts your life, you journey to Vale. For once, you hope for quiet. Instead, you find yourself standing before the legendary Headmaster of Beacon Academy-an invitation in his hand. He offers you a place among hunters-in-training, though you have never set foot in a combat school. Against your instincts, you accept. At Beacon, you encounter allies who defy your expectations and enemies who know more about you than you know yourself. Piece by piece, the truth of who you are-and what you were meant to become-begins to surface. But when the past finally catches up to you, will you be able to face it? Or will The Wolverine consume what's left of Y/N?

America does not protect its Umamusume. It disciplines them. Halo has never debuted. She has never stood beneath stadium lights. But four trainers have already left on stretchers. She reacts to restraint with violence. She kills birds when they fly too close. She has learned that hands reaching for her mean pain. So she strikes first. Now she wears a shock collar. And the remote has been placed in the hands of a boy who looks like he could collapse if the wind blows too hard. Y/N is weak. Sick. Outmatched. They told him to use the button. They told him she would destroy him. They told him not to hesitate. Halo is ready to run. Ready to hurt. Ready to prove that kindness is just another lie before the shock hits. But he does not press the trigger. And she does not know what to do with that. This is not redemption. This is what happens when violence is no longer met with violence.

Wandering the Sanus continent in Remnant, is one of the last gunfighters between Vacuo and Vale in search of the last man who killed someone important to him. With no justice to those who did it, he traveled West to East killing any criminal he came across with small hopes of finding information on the last man. Stumbling into Vale he already gets involved with the criminals that run around in Vale giving him more work to do. -I don't own any art shown in this, those belong to their respected owners -RWBY belongs to Monty Oum

Book II Symboli Rudolf this time! Y/N is effectively an errand boy at Tracen, constantly being sent on fetch quests for Trainers and other staff. However, he has more to him than those around him can see. He aspires to be a trainer but his luck has never made it possible. However, his luck causes him to meet The Emperor. The same Emperor who may just turn his life around while he does the same to hers. Cover by Satsuki (miicat) on Danbooru Umamusume belongs to Cygames You belong to you

<This is a Fan-Con ship for fans of the "Tales from the Foundation" YT series of which I own none of, all SCP used are of open property to the SCP community and I am happy to announce I'll be putting a few SCP of my own creation into the story> - Heads up this will be a more romance heavy story compared to my more 'sexually driven' stories lol - You are SCP-8812 -aka- Cthulian Child or The Heir to Madness Over a decade ago a ritual was preformed, twelve men and the hostess called up the power of their dark lord to bestow to them the key to creating a world in which he could conquer and rewrite reality itself... And he answered, before the cults eyes thr hostess who was without child suddenly collapsed and gave the world a new born. As soon as this child was born a series of disasters occured like earthquakes in mexico, a flood in Canada and a Nuclear misfire somewhere in the USSR... alongside a major shift in local SCP behaviour, it would seem this event truly was a revolutionary event.

[I do not own Resident Evil. This is a Y/N insert where you've traveller to the Village to find your missing friend who went missing in the area regardless the local police say about no findings.] This will be a semi-lemon mature action/harem plot, completely Fan-Con for those who love to r34 the lady of the castle, This is clearly a mature novel meant for mature readers so you've been warned my friends. !! Heads up, best read in scrolling mode since i wrote this on my phone !! -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ~ Teaser ~ Y/N had landed himself on the exact coordinates Travis had left behind, the message itself didn't matter but where he stood is where the message was sent from a week or so ago. He listened to the locals babble on the bus ride over about hunters and hikers disappearing in the woods this deep into the mountain scape, those who did make it back where sent to a asylum for uttering such absurdities like lycans and cultists. While bus left him behind, a unscheduled stop for the driver, Y/N sighed and pocketed his phone. Y/N: {Thoughts} Travis... You better be screwing around with some European model cause im gonna be really upset with your dumbass... Y/N peered over a guard rail, a narrow trail in the snow leading off the slope into the woods, a faint red dusted by the fresh white is barely visible through the dead shrubbery. Y/N hops the rail sliding his way down to the trail below, the red he was a scarf lightly buried alongside a few other random odds and ends like mittens and hats but this only told Y/n somes bag must've fallen open or it was tossed off the road. Until stepping forwards something beneath the white sheet tripped, face first into the fluff. He wiped his face looking down into the snow to find something staring back.....