This is a story about the Son of Captain Jack Sparrow. Blue Sparrow! Read as the Father and Son Duo traverse the seas in the life of a Pirate, as they deal with many Trials and Tribulations. [The Black Pearl] [Davy Jones] [The Navy] And Much More.

In a city overshadowed by the global legends of heroes, Y/N finds himself just another victim when a mundane robbery turns violent. Shot and left for dead, he vows never to be helpless again. With no powers, no wealth, and no connections, his only assets are a genius-level intellect and an uncanny ability to turn discarded scraps into ingenious solutions. Witness his rise from a frustrated observer to a pragmatic, ghost-like vigilante, outsmarting criminals and even the established heroes with his unconventional methods. His unique approach inevitably draws the attention of the Justice League and a growing roster of powerful women who find themselves drawn to the brilliant mind behind the masks.

(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)

So a normal rich guy goes to a New York highschool. However, a certain Spidergirl notices this cute boy, and trys to finally find love! However the boy is normal.... no powers..... and Spidergirl drags in a ton of friends and villains that join her attraction for the male. This leads to plenty of dangerous and yandere situations. Safe to say He didn't ask for this

The story will be following the Courier, or you in this case, as he travels throughout the Mojave Desert on his way to kick a certain checker wearing S.O.B in the rear for shooting him in the head. Come read your journey in the Mojave Desert and see exactly how you become a legend, feared by many, respected by others. All will come to know one thing as you make a name for yourself: Don't mess with the guy bringing your mail unless you want your whole operation messed up. Also, I don't own Fallout New Vegas or anything in the story. The credit goes to their rightful owners.

After Madoka's ultimate wish reshaped reality, witches were erased from past, present, and future. As a goddess omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent she came to know everything that ever was or ever will be. Nothing could surprise her anymore... except for him. Y/N, the anomaly. The one existence beyond her sight, the only being who could still bring her the unexpected. Whenever he appeared, he brought color into her endless work, only to vanish and leave her once more in the stillness of divinity. But then, Madoka discovered something strange a world her power could not touch. A "record" that refused to be rewritten, a story without an ending, still brimming with witches that should no longer exist. Each attempt to overwrite it failed, as though it rejected her godhood. It was a true anomaly. When Y/N next appeared, she revealed this mysterious world to him. With his usual reckless charm, he laughed, "Hey! I'm the only anomaly here," before diving headfirst into the unknown only to find himself cast into the Magia Record world, where fate and anomaly would intertwine.

In a world where Magical Girls fight unseen battles against despair, one boy walks among them-no wish, no magic, no Soul Gem to break. (Y/N) isn't part of their contract, yet somehow, he's always there-at the heart of their suffering, where hope flickers and fate bleeds. He has no power. No reason to survive. And yet, when everything falls apart, he remains-quiet, steady, unshaken. A presence that shouldn't matter, yet somehow does. Homura Akemi watches him with calculating eyes, trapped in her endless struggle to save the one person who means everything to her. She doesn't understand how he keeps standing. Why he always finds his way back to the storm. But she can't look away-not when he might be the key to ending her curse. Madoka Kaname sees a boy weighed down by something she can't name. There's no light in his hands, but in his silence, she finds strength. There's something powerful in him-something human, and heartbreakingly real. He isn't a hero. He isn't a savior. He's just someone who refuses to let others break alone. And in this endless cycle of pain and sacrifice... even sorrow has someone willing to carry it.

Hiroshi Takeda, having transmigrated into a crossover-anime world, unexpectedly finds himself working as a "rental boyfriend." A bestselling writer senpai, a cool-as-ice student-council president, a shogi prodigy, a tsundere twin-tail girl, and even the wielder of the Evil King's Eye; all become his clients. Though selling one's emotions is often condemned, who can turn away from money? Hiroshi always treats every contract as a business deal: he gives each client his very best service. Yet as his gigs pile up, Hiroshi begins to notice strange clauses in his contracts."Ginko... this isn't even in the agreement," "Hold on... Senpai, the contract expressly forbids illegal activities," "I provide companionship, not... other services," he explains with a nervous laugh.

T/n al notar que su esposa no regresaba a su hogar toma el papel como ingeniero para ir en su búsqueda al espacio y salvarla, aquella pequeña aventura resultó ser en un gran error que le costaría la vida a todos, siendo el único superviviente, quien pelea contra una especie alienígena polimórfica de no-muertos llamados Necromorfos a bordo de una nave minera interestelar infestada donde además de lidiar con los horrendos seres, T/n debe luchar por mantener su cordura y recuperar a su esposa. ¿Acaso podrá?

I am an amoral person with psychopathic tendencies. I have had an inglorious life. After my death in an unremarkable neighborhood crossroad, mowed down by a car, I have been sent to suffer in the 41st Millennium. Yet in suffering comes blessing... and in necessity comes invention. The greatest Monster, they say, is the one who rules Hell. Welcome to my own personal Hell. Reader beware... you choose the scare. In the grimdarkness of the far future there is only war, an eternity of carnage and slaughter... and me, an entirely different level of twisted and sick. I am determined to justify my means with the ends however: the cause of Mankind is easy to take up, and well...