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Oliver Black grew up in the shadow of a name the wizarding world feared. Before he could walk, people whispered about his family. But Oliver was raised far from the cold Black traditions. His mother kept their home warm, loud, and full of magic. And yet, every time Oliver stepped outside, he felt the weight of the Black legacy clinging to him like smoke. When his Hogwarts letter arrived, Oliver didn't feel fear. He felt opportunity. A chance to prove that a Black could be more than darkness. A chance to make friends who chose him, not his history. A chance to build a life that was entirely his own. By the time he boards the train to Hogwarts, Oliver is ready: hopeful, stubborn, reckless in all the ways a hero usually starts out - and carrying a past the castle has no idea is about to unravel.

Why couldn't he stop crying? Why couldn't he get these thoughts to stop? Why couldn't he just share what he was feeling? He, yet again, felt useless and ashamed. "I just want it to stop... I want to die..." or Senku is finally processing all his trauma and the death of Byakuya all at once and he is drowning in his own pain. Spoilers for season 1-4 and the manga Cross posted from ao3

"We lost count of the year long ago. Who cares anyway? The People of K3-14 don't need to know what year it is, since the planet is already halfway infected. Their demise is coming soon. There's no way around this.... or is there..?" [Tw!: This contains swearing, mentions of blood (maybe mentions of gore too I dunno)] *((This is a fan story for my favourite content creator Laughability. I've worked on the idea long ago before publishing this and I'm sure that it will turn out amazing!))* //I do not know how often I will update this but it will be often since I promised myself to immediately work on an idea once I think of one// /All the art in this so far is all mine./

Some students see each other every day, they believe they are seen all that way, but this isn't necessarily true....

ok uhhhh we all know that seventeen are crackheads *cough* wooziattackingmingyuwithhisguitar *cough* so.... what if y/n is there manager? well, more of a babysitter lmao this is gonna be a sort of crack-fic. no svt x y/n because you're like an older/younger sibling to them like a mom friend also i will be using female pronouns throughout this. if you would like, i can try to write some chapters with different pronouns :D i do take requests!!! (also the uh, cover is..... i dont know why i have it on my computer)

After being defeated by his own pupil, Pupset gets transported to another universe, and decides to use that as a chance to start anew. Izuku Midoriya is a quirkless boy, with a dream to become a hero. What will happen if the two meet each other? (Or rather if Pupset accidentally runs into the kid, whatever floats your boat.)

Since Izuku was diagnosed quirkless, his life just went downhill. Even when his own mother told him he couldn't be a hero Izuku trudged on fueled by the pure hope and desire to be a hero. Until the day all of his hopes and dreams were crushed. That was the day he learned that everything is not always as it seems. It was also the day he met True Despair. (Despite the cover and the title, this is not a villain au) (Includes blood, gore, depression, breaking of the forth wall, OOC characters, and suicidal thoughts if any of these upset you please read another fic)

(Warning: No love relationships are going to happen thank you) When you have to move and leave all of your friends behind to move to L.A, what will happen when you meet your new neighbor?

I open my eyes. Through the dusty glass pane beyond the door frame, I see a ruined Seoul. Buildings are nearly all crumbled, metal framing rusted and breaking. Weeds and vines wrap around the few remaining structures, nature thriving as human civilization crumbles away. Crude structures are built by the survivors, barely able to shelter them from the night. It looks so real. To them, it must be real. After all, I am the only who knows how to wake up from this dream.

They say the ghosts of the past still haunt us. They say ghosts move on to the Pure Lands. Maybe both of these people are correct, maybe some ghosts can't help but linger. And of course, that is what the Seishin clan preach: that ghosts are still around us, and that they can be controlled. Of course, something as complex as the afterlife requires a complex solution. Naturally, I speak of human sacrifice. But this is no Reanimation Jutsu; far more primitive than that. Nara Itsuki, at the meagre age of four, was taken from Konohagakure by the Seishin clan as a sacrifice. Old enough to remember his village, but not old enough to form a true connection to it. (Of course, the circumstance was most unfortunate. Itsuki was not the preferred target but ended up being the most convenient.) -- Cover by Myself -- -- Definitely has a high chance of being dropped! Read at your own risk --

(Used to be called "Death and the Aftermath" also I'm too lazy to update the cover hhh) Ethan just fucking. dies. Hes dead now thats it that's the oneshot Theres a second one now where he ALMOST dies and honestly its just as bad lol Ethan (or Mark) (or Amy) (or honestly literally anyone who a character in this fic is directly based off of or anyone who directly knows one of these people) PLEASE for the love of GOD if you ever somehow manage to find this fic, PLEASE do not read this, that is literally my worst nightmare. (Also, disclaimer that is isnt meant to disrespect anyone and is not a reflection of anything that may or may not be going on in real life; this is just me writing for fun on the internet) (or, well, venting in this case but you know) Warning in this fic for pretty graphic mentions of self-harm and suicide attempts, also also for major character death. If you're looking for a happy ending this isnt the place I am so sorry. This is literally just 3k words of pure angst that I wrote in two sittings, please understand what you're getting yourself into The second one's a bit better but similar warnings go for it

(Please read this used to be a book I wrote for school in fith grade.) Jake is stuck in a world of magic and has no way out, his best cat buddy aithe is here to help. What happens when a wizard comes to kill him but won't tell him why? What if it's a dream? Is Jake not actually there?

Idk! First time drawing/making a comic with any of my characters. Updates will be slow! Anyway! This is a story about talking animals and G̴̡̛̘̲̭͔͔̭͖̿͑̑͐̈́̎͋͂́͗͠ͅľ̶̨͚̠̙̬͜ͅi̸̡̼͉̣̹̪̟̼̞̘͊̿͜͝͝t̶̨̢͉̒̆c̵̜̮͉͉̜̦͙̃̄̎̋̀̚͜h̷̡͍̲̹̗͓͙̤̼̟͚̩̭̜͈̃̓͑̈͋̾̓̐̔͊͠͝.. G̶̴̡̛̘̲̭͔͔̭͖̿͑̑͐̈́̎͋͂́͗͠ͅľ̶̶̨͚̠̙̬͜ͅi̶̸̡̼͉̣̹̪̟̼̞̘͊̿͜͝͝t̶̶̨̢͉̒̆c̶̵̜̮͉͉̜̦͙̃̄̎̋̀̚͜h̶̷̡͍̲̹̗͓͙̤̼̟͚̩̭̜͈̃̓͑̈͋̾̓̐̔͊͠͝.... G̶l̶i̶t̶c̶h̶...Orpheus the Eye!! BTW this is probably going to be really bad, like I said first time drawing a comic!!

Music can tear us apart, but it can also bring us together (ft. 2p nyo austria)

It's a day off for class 1-A and Bakugou decides to stay at his dorm and relax while the rest of the class heads to the mall... Except, his day doesn't go as planned when Aizawa needs someone to babysit a certain grey haired girl while he attends a meeting.

this story gonna be hella depressing, lots of death, lots of sad feels, and just you will straight up not read this for how fucked this storyline gonna be like, suicide, deaths, murder, no relationships if they're any there not gonna last a week give or take, I have decided to make this book just to sought .out all the sad shit that I'm feeling I'm gonna be makes expecting the chaps not to be long like maybe 200 words each, and more shit anywho I'm also watching sad tikkoks and I been watching a lot of murder shows lately Soo yeah bye hope your looking forward for this shit wrack of a storytime.

"-No!" Tommy interrupts, quickly darting out from behind Wilbur. "You're my friend, Dream. I just need a second to get my shit together." Tommy is still unable to meet Dream's eyes, yet he knows he doesn't imagine the smile in Dream's voice, "Yeah, we're friends right?" Or, a daydream I had where irl Tommy has hyperrealistic dreams of c!tommy and his trauma which turned into a little 700 word thing :3 ~Cover photo art by alice_drownd on Reddit~

This is an original story that I started writing in 6th grade so it may be cringey, I'm going to post a few chapters to hopefully get a few tips on how to write. If anyone's reading this feel free to give suggestions, just now I'm a school kid so I won't be able to post regularly, and thank you for reading my silly little story. So without further ado please enjoy - KEEKI This work is dedicated to my best friend who encouraged me into believing myself So if you read this story and liked it please consider leaving a vote or comment it truly makes my week thank you.

He should have cleaned that wound better. Now he has to share all his secrets. Get ready world, you're about to see the real America.