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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

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.)

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!!

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.

In a world far from the bright-eyed boy Karasuno once knew, Hinata Shoyo emerges from the shadows of betrayal to reclaim his throne. After being cast aside by his team, manipulated, and underestimated, he vanishes-only to return stronger, colder, and far more dangerous. Behind the mask of Karasuno's sunshine hid the heir of a prestigious empire, a prodigy of multiple sports, and the true king of the underground volleyball world. From the smoky streets of Tokyo to the elite halls of Redwood Academy in America, Hinata dominates courts, outmaneuvers rivals, and plays by his own rules. With a crew of powerful allies, a haunting past, and a reputation wrapped in luxury, chaos, and control, Hinata's journey isn't just about revenge-it's about legacy. Enemies will fall, masks will be ripped off, and the world will learn that the king never really left-he just changed the game.

"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./

200 years ago, a special energy was form. It was called the Divine Energy. People who have this energy were considered as God, but one day... They disappeared. The people looked for them. Nothing was left. Artifacts and relics remain in our world. That was until a special boy was born. Experimented and used, he woke up 200 years later Updates: Once a week (This is my first time writing a story like this so bare with me) Instagram: c.c_cecil_skecthbook (https://instagram.com/c.c_cecil_sketchbook?igshid=NjNlMDhmYTc=) (all art related to 200 years will be posted there)

Lee Felix, formally known as Lee Yongbok, is a new arrival at New York's University of Fine Arts. ------ "Hyung, have you seen the new guy in Hyunjin's dance class?" "Of course not-" "Yah, he's not in my class! He's in the dance class a level lower, the amateur level! I'm not a new student you know, Yang Jeongin!" --- Basically, this is how the members of Stray Kids slowly recruit Felix into their little group. ☺️ 3rd Person only ❤️

He is running. These pages are worth more than his entire life, many others betraying their beloveds for this power. He can't believe it. He's in one of the buildings of the future, the roof over his head an unfamiliar sight. 'Wait.' Where is he? And why is there a note on the ceiling? ----- Stray Kids - Time travel (From a village), Modern day College AU. No relationships ☀️

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 --

(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?

En·dur·ance  /inˈd(y)o͝orəns,enˈd(y)o͝orəns/      The fact or power of enduring an unpleasant or difficult process or situation without giving way.  I do not own The Mandela Catalogue, it belongs to Alex Kister.

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

what if sam and dean find out about a pack of werewolves and all other kinds of supernatural creatures in beacon hills? what if they will go there to save people, hunt things, the family bussiness? -- i haven't touched this story in over a year now and i kinda lost my 'obsession' with both spn and tw so idk if i'm ever gonna finish it, sorry!

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.

"-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~

Ginko, a traveling Mushishi, ends up angering a Mushi he never should have touched. He is transported into a realm where Mushi do not exist, instead Yokai replace them. Natsume, on his way to solve peril after peril these Yokai cause, is struck and given a rough meeting to the Mushishi. Together, they solve the reason as to why the Mushishi is here, and exchange their new ages of humanity; All while figuring out a way to get the Mushishi back home. (Natsume's Book of Friends x Mushishi crossover) (No relationships) (Slow updates)

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.

read it, I'll surprise y'all