Mobius likes his peaceful ranch, just a few miles outside of the city. He just hadn't accounted for finding the oddly dressed stranger in a hole in the ground. Warning: Marked Mature for sexual content.

Whatever you think they are, they aren't anymore. Those pure, holy beings with snowy white wings and golden harps are nothing like what I've seen. I'd never understood it. A supreme being, living in paradise with all the good people who passed away. All those dead humans? This is not what they had become. That is not how they would spend the rest of eternity. Singing and dancing in the sky as they brought love and kindness to the world. Ha, don't make me laugh. Those are people. Good, breathing people. They are far and in between, but human. These things are nothing like that. They have hung up their halos. And they have come down from the sky. They do not sing. They do not dance. They do not love. And they are no longer kind.

After being kidnapped and thrown into a VRMMORPG, 17-year-old Suzuki Mato must find the line between his real and in-game personalities before it kills him. ***** Following the death of his popular online persona, seventeen-year-old Suzuki Mato decides it's time to retire from professional VR gaming. However, his plans are abruptly cut short when he's kidnapped from his high school and forced to be a guinea pig for Genaco Gaming, the world's largest esports and entertainment company. Armed with nothing but his wit and a new online persona, he's thrown headfirst into the virtual reality of "Live No Evil," a VRMMORPG littered with overpowered bosses, secretive NPCs, and backstabbing gods. His mission? Find a way to conquer this new world and get back at the company that took over his life, all while avoiding 'Parallel' -- a condition that would make it impossible to separate his real and virtual personalities. Because in a world obsessed with VR gaming, Parallel means death, and Suzuki just doesn't have time for that... [Parallel Vol. 1 & Vol. 2 out now, Vol. 3 coming soon] Content/Trigger Warning: some transphobic language

Recently turned D-Class, you were a researcher who terrified your colleagues and had committed a terrible crime that your past self claimed was for the greater good. Turns out you had a stalker, and after being brought to 049 as a means of end, you, with no memory of your past, push through a breach and slowly uncover the mystery of yourself and that unforgivable thing you've done. All the while, bonds strengthen, and feelings develop with an unlikely someone. (Cover art belongs to me). Started: 08/19/2019 First Published: 10/28/2019 Finished: 08/19/2020

This story has Tommyinnit, Philza, Technoblade and Wilbur as the main characters. THIS IS NOT MINE! THIS IS Thcscus (blujamas)'s WORK! GO AND SUPPORT HER!!!

Harry's world ends at the hands of those he'd once fought to save. An adult-Harry goes back to his younger self fic. Semi-super!Harry (This story is not mine it was made by an ao3 account named Batsutousai)

A fan fiction based off of Crystal Scherer's story, 'Upon Wings of Change'. After the lab was abandoned by the flock, all of the eggs were assumed to be dead. No one remained to care for one last egg still clinging to life deep within the facility. Hatching alone and with no memory of his past, a silver dragonet sets out to try and survive in a world changed by alien invasion. And when tragedy strikes, he struggles to learn to forgive... and to build a friendship out of his hate. Many, many thanks to Pheonix for the cover art! :D

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

AU HARRY POTTER SERIES Dumbledore dies, and when Harry Potter is mourning his death, Fawkes approaches him, showing the scapegoat the headmaster left in order for the boy to defeat Voldemort at his roots. Sending him back in time, Harry must stop Tom Riddle by saving him from himself. TOMARRY BOYXBOY MATURE CONTENT