I thought I was nothing until one person caused my life to be nothing but a lie. I had things that was only a story could tell. Now I must find my way through it too regain my old life that was taken from me. I will post every Thursday and Sunday Hello people of the world. I hope you like my work. Don't be shy to tell me when my writing sucks but I hope you stay for the next part of the story.

Life in the mountains and hills is peaceful as ever, until a seriously windy day blows a samurai onto your front porch. A lighthearted encounter quickly grows into more as your grandfather is robbed and Goemon might know the culprit. But is he hiding something from you? Keep an eye out for updates on Fridays! I don't own these characters or you, but you already knew that!

Inspired by the newly released video game: Ghost of Tsushima. Fire swept through the lands as the riders of the Khan burned entire villages. People lost hope on the Shogun and the Jito of Tsushima as the horde rode north from Komoda beach to conquer the small island. The heavens sent a message in the form of a man. Follow Natsu and Mina as they explore the tale of the Ghost of the island of Tsushima PS: I mean no copyright claim of the name Ghost of Tsushima. This fanfic is merely inspired by the video game. All copyright is, and will always be, with Sucker Punch Productions, the developer of the Ghost of Tsushima.

『But what if... He was not the only one who broke the code of the Samurai? What if there was someone with him? The people who heared their stories, myths, rumors... Called them the Ghosts of Tsushima』 This story will follow the storyline of the game with my own changes. The game and the characters belong to "Sucker Punch Productions". Game: Ghost of Tsushima A Story by @Ghosty_Writer_ --------------------------------------------------

Requiem, a land of the dead, lies between the living world and what most consider the true afterlife. Lost and damaged souls frequently come to Requiem to recover before continuing on to the afterlife and yet some... some choose to stay. One such soul is Yuraga Yura, a fallen princess, who watches over the inhabitants of the land. When Takenaka Hanbei arrives, Yura is tasked with helping him to heal his body and soul. But the tactician doesn't trust her, he hardly seems to believe Requiem is anything but a fever dream. Can she convince him to open his heart to her people? (c) The cover image is from Tokyo Ghoul, which I do not own. I own nothing but my words, Yura, and Requiem. All of the images are screenshots or gifs from various anime.

Mary Algren and her brother Captain Nathan Algren are hired as American military advisors to Japan's growing army to destroy the Samurai culture they both come to love after being captured in battle. Mary finds love with the most unlikely person, a samurai.

-Part I of "Heart of Empire, Heart of Rebellion" Series- TK-65780 has been an Imperial stormtrooper for so long that he's forgotten any other name he ever had. An orphan from Corellia, the Imperial military was his way out and he never once looked back. Lying wounded on the beaches of Scarif, he looks back across his career and at the friends he made. They're just a string of numbers in the Empire, and to the Rebellion they're just more identical faces of an endless army, but for him they each had a name. And they gave him one of his own. - |Highest Rank| #1 in #stormtrooper [9/5/2019], [5/29/2022], [11/2/2023], & [4/3/2024] #1 in #rogueone [4/2/2024] & [4/16/2024] #1 in #starwarsrebels [4/15/2024] --- Cover by @thesquarecheese --- **DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Wars, or any of the related characters except for the original characters featured in this story. The Star Wars universe is created by George Lucas, Dave Filoni, and Lucasfilms and owned by Lucasfilms and Disney. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights to Star Wars belong to their respective copyright holders.**

Being human isn't as simple as being born that way. It's our actions that define who we are. Connor x OC *set during and after the events of Detroit: Become Human *

"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|

(Y/N), a tough girl who takes no crap from anyone, is lured to our favorite pizzaria from past events, concerning her survival of the child murders those years ago. Will she find out what happened to the five children after she escaped and finally have the closure she craves so desperately? Read to find out!