Flesh is weak
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Última publicación lun, mar 16, 2026
Flesh is weak I have always known that. Logic metal and steel are strength. They are right in how you must embrace the strength and certainty of steel. I need that more than ever. Because I'm now in a world that is out of my league. I have new enemies that hate me and who I am. I am stuck here in a place that isn't hope. Forever now till whatever end. Sort of self-insert Big AU
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The Redemption of Maximus
The world is screwed up place. Everyone in it just wants peace when it isn't promised to nobody. We work for ourselves to try to improve our ways of life only for someone who has more to take it. Everything is about monetary gain and if you don't got the green you better have a way to survive. Help wont come when you need it. There is no home and having shame is a simple thing of the past. We all tell people to have hope. We tell them that if they work hard enough that change will eventually come and with that change they will find their happy ending. I've watched humans kill for that happy ending. I've committed murder when a tyrant thought to torture the only good thing in this world I have ever found in this fucked up place. Even when I tried to save it, I still lost it. Yeah, you heard right. I am no saint. This world is far from cupcake and t ,rainbows and their isn't not one soul that could tell me different. I have had to fight to survive since the day I lii I broke out of an egg into this world. No one has ever known where I came from and from the moment I got here I've never know any kindness. I have always been the odd one out because I was different. I'm not talking different just because the color of my skin. I'm talking different because when I get well and truly pissed I turn into a vicious monster. I'm not talking a kiddie monster like the one that creeps under your bed while you are sleeping or chooses to hide in your closet. I'm the type that you cant get away from. I travel through space and time. If I want you, I will have you. I have the powers of invisibility on my side, and you will never see me coming. There is no one that can catch me because I can poof away at the drop of a hat. If that doesn't scare you than the thousands of scars on my body and my size definitely will. But who cares about that shit anyway. Looks aren't everything. I am Maximus.Concluida
Forsaken Hollow: The Cursed Child ( Discontinued)
A curse boy who is frail and weak, a world that rejects his existence, a world that felt his pain, rage, and agony. Losing somebody important, losing the will to live because of the curse that refuses to let him die. Let's see if the supernatural world can handle the boys existence. Handle the boys curse of living as depressing thoughts guides him, to the living hell that he calls life. Warning: there is going to be rape, gore, blood, violence, suicide, depression, bullying, etc A/N: " semi-fast paced " A/n: Reslly slow updatesConcluida
Same Skin, Different Snake || Markiplier Ego-Verse (+ some others)
When the universes clash into each other, everything about reality shifts, and OP2L4 must figure out how to survive many different realities... | Markiplier Cinametic Universe AU because I love love what he's done with his work and I started this a while back... It turned out rather good in my opinion I hope y'all give it a chance | | p.s : this has heavy lore in it from my others characters that I made a long time ago when I first watched WKM, most of the lore is represented in the book itself |
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"I think, therefore I am. Nothing will stop me in my tracks. I will be the best... and prove that I am not strong just because of my blood, but because of who I am. My sword shall draw the names of my enemies in their own blood. The stadiums I saw built as a kid, will all rise up for me. One day, the Agaphian flag will honor me, not because I am the son of their legend, but rather a legend of my own." ================= Godseeker Artorius, the legendary war hero of the Agaphian federation, sought the sacred city of Cinderyn beyond the treacherous, blizzarding Silverstone Heights of Paterium. When he lost his life in that expedition, his son, Lucius seeks to succeed his late father in this arduous quest. He himself claims he feels nothing, struggling to understand emotions, apart from his unwavering resolve to seek strength and prestige that would surpass his father. Driven solely by ego, he believe he will be the best, therefore he truly will be. Yet that resolve was never invincible... A collective organization of bandits terrorizes Paterium, stealing not only bountiful harvests and carriages of gold, but lives of the people within this land. It is a golden opportunity to become a warrior like his father, but also the hero his father never was, and free himself from the bondage of the past. [[2025 - Ongoing]] [[FULLY ILLUSTRATED WITH COMICS]]Concluida
Knot Two Omegas (Part 1)
Two Omegas, one pack, a love forbidden by law. Locked up in the omega facility for thirteen years, Sadie's lost hope she'll ever find a mate when Jake appears bruised and bleeding at her door. While Sadie fights the ghosts of her past, Jake is unwilling to face his future as an Omega, even though he has a pack waiting for him at home. Their blooming relationship is heading straight for disaster, when one of them is due for a heat. Without an alpha a heat can have deadly consequences, but mating with one is a sure way to break two Omega's hearts. "What am I?" "Mine," he hissed. "I want you to be mine." "Then make me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is an mmmfmm omegaverse reverse harem/why choose story - it's also a non-shifter OV. There will be a happy end (at some point). This is intended for 18+ because it will include mature content as the story progresses. Part 1 ends on a cliffhanger. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm gonna include trigger warnings as they come up, as I'm still in the process of writing. So far that includes: eating disorder, past abuse, attempted rape (past), dub con, and if you feel something should be mentioned, that I didn't, please let me know and I'll include it.Concluida
Remi's Last Chance
Rejected... Rejected so whole heartedly by him in every sense of the word... My mate had nearly killed me with his cruelty both before and after denying our bond... And now the thought of having someone love me... It just doesn't make any sense anymore, but that doesn't mean that the fates are satisfied with what should be my ending... Otherwise they would have never saw to it that I was rehomed right here... Apparently right where I was meant to be.
The Forge of Unity (Book 1)
Book 1 In the age of the Great Crusade, when the Emperor's light sought to pierce the endless dark, there was one who rose among the stars with a vision of unity and strength. He was Gaius Aurelius Regulus, the Primarch of the Second Legion, the Argent Eagles, forged by fate to bring order to chaos and peace to the shattered realms of Man. His was the voice of reason amid the clamor of war, his blade the instrument of Imperial justice. From the ashes of fractured worlds, he wove alliances; from the ruins of defiance, he built empires. Yet even as his conquests brought glory to the Imperium, shadows gathered around him. For in the Imperium of Man, loyalty is both a virtue and a burden, and the price of unity is often paid in blood. As the tides of betrayal and ambition rise, Regulus must confront the eternal question: does the dream of order justify the cost of sacrifice? In the crucible of war, his Legion will stand as a testament to the indomitable will of humanity-or as a warning to those who would place hope in fragile bonds of trust. So begins the tale of the Second Legion: warriors, builders, and unifiers, born to soar above the stars as Argent Eagles. Their triumphs are written in fire, their legacy etched in shadow. For in the grim darkness of the 31st Millennium, even the noblest ideals can be shattered by the unyielding march of fate.Concluida
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