Characterstudy Stories

"Live people ignore the strange and unsual, i myself am, strange and unsual." Human connections have always been... complicated. Ella Fairview never really understood why people cried when a dog died in a movie. It wasn't real. And even if it had been... it was still just a dog. She knew she was supposed to feel something. She just never did. The only people she's ever truly understood are alcoholics. Strange comparison, right? But when feeling anything at all is rare, you begin to understand why someone would spend their whole life chasing it. Now she's the newest profiler in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, surrounded by people whose job is to understand the darkest corners of the human mind. After all... Secrets don't stay buried forever. I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY CHARACTER OF THIS FIC EXCEPT ELLA AND CLAIRE FAIRVIEW

"Life, is just a game. That we play without tutorial. And me, Shigaraki Tenko, I am... The final boss." When she came back to Japan after the war, Réka didn't find what she expected. No one expected her connection with Tomura, nor the two children by her side. A decade later, Tenko joins Yuei, to prevent that, what happened to his father, would happen again. But the past isn't left behind. It surges back. About a story they ignored. About a cult slowly rising. About a cursed legacy, he both tries to break and is entangled in. ---------- Mature contents: -Strong language -Physical/psychological violence -Bullying/harrassment -Moral ambiguity -Substance use/addiction -Depression/suicide attempt/self-harm -Necrophagy -Lots of mentions around death/grief/mourning since the core theme exploited here is Tomura's death and legacy. TL.DR = I can't gauge each person's sensitivity and mine is basically low so you're warned. ---------- This story is also published on AO3, Inkitt, Quotev, Space Battles and FFN. Any repost, translation, or derivative use without explicit permission is not authorised.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 Love is passion. Love is pain. Love is peace. Eternity is love. Destruction is love. Loyalty is love. Betrayal is love. Yearning is love. Care is love. Devotion is love. Even deception is love. Welcome to the Ocean of Love- where every wave carries a different name, yet every name means only one thing... Love. This is the story of Ulfat Rehman. A story of betrayal. A story of never letting go. A story of choosing love, even after every heartbreak. A story of never giving up.

her bleeding heart is more so a curse than a gift but let her taint everyone anyway, it's the only thing she's good for. bungou stray dogs dazai osamu 𝙭 female!oc ── ©amorifleur, 2024

Anuj Kapadia ki Ankahi Kahani "Har safar ki ek manzil hoti hai. Meri har manzil... tum thi." Before he became the man the world admired, before the Kapadia Empire, before the fame, the wealth, and the smile everyone recognized-there was simply Anuj Kapadia, a young man who fell in love with a girl dancing on a college stage. This is not the story of his love. It is the story of his life. From losing his parents and becoming Mukku's only family, to building an empire that couldn't fill the emptiness within him... from celebrating victories in silent hotel rooms to carrying the guilt of the choices that changed his sister's life... every milestone left him wondering how different it would have been if Anu had been there. Some moments broke him. Some made him stronger. Some taught him to wait. And some finally led him... to her. Told entirely through Anuj's perspective, Tum Tak revisits the most defining moments of his journey-from his first glimpse of Anupamaa in college to the day they find Aadhya and choose each other once again. Every chapter unfolds as a complete story, ending with an original shayari-the words Anuj never said aloud, but always carried in his heart. A tribute to quiet love, unwavering hope, and the extraordinary life of a man whose every road, every prayer, and every heartbeat was leading to one destination. Tum Tak.

Barry believes he ruins the lives of everyone who loves him. Stella believes no one is beyond saving. When tragedy forces their beliefs to collide, only one of them can be right-but discovering the truth may cost them everything.

He reads the dead by the rhythm of what's missing. Thaddeus Vane was a poet once. Now he reads crime scenes the way he once read verse-by meter, by caesura, by the single letter that never made it to the page. When Bow Street calls him to a printing house where a man lies dead beside an unfinished line, Vane doesn't search for fingerprints. He listens for the beat beneath a widow's grief, the broken rhythm of a boy who cannot finish a sentence, the silence where a consonant should be. Every case is a new page. Every page, half-written. In his pocket, a reversed letter he will never correct. Across from his desk, a second chair no one will ever fill. The ink is still wet. The next line hasn't been set.

⊹₊‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧₊⊹ following the lives of alesana lestrange & jules black

In another world, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was raised within the White Room-an institution that sought to create the perfect human. In this one, he was raised by Atsuomi Ayanokoji himself, the man determined to reshape Japan. Without the White Room's brutal conditioning, can he survive the ruthless battles awaiting him within the halls of Advanced Nurturing High School?

Summerhall has always known where to find Prince Daeron. Find her. She remembers his dreams before he does. She knows which silences mean he will drink and which mean he will disappear. For years, the castle has mistaken devotion for duty and habit for love. So have they. Then the king announces her betrothal to Prince Aerion.

She sees Cazador, beaten and broken on the ground. "...I know." The words finally break free from her tightening throat. Her eyebrows furrow just enough as she meets his eyes again, her jaw sets. "That's why I can't, Astarion." "...What?" The dagger held in his palm glistens as it turns. With a tilt of his head, he searches her eyes for any give but he knows her answer is... final. Done. He can't talk her into this, and that more than anything proves to be the first and final nail in the coffin. "Astarion, I need you to understand exactly what it is you're asking me to do. To understand why I'm saying no-" "No." His expression contorts just slightly, grip tightening around the dagger, nostrils flaring in a way she's seen many times - but never once directed towards her. "I understand completely." Elkyra can sense the line he just drew, a valley with it's connecting bridge reduced to glittering embers. The one she so carefully built, gone beneath her feet. ______________________________________________ This is an exploration of a headcanon idea I had, born from a bad dice roll.

ART COVER ARTIST: A good friend of mine, InkNoodle They didn't want any advertisement, but THANK YOU AGAIN INK! <3 --- It's the 13th of January, 1997- just six months before the start of the canon Chainsaw Man story. Haruo Yanagi has lived as a scrappy drifter since his childhood, simply trying to find a good sense of reliability. It wasn't until the Public Safety Bureau did he choose to make a daring, if reckless, choice to become a devil hunter. Now, at the last leg of his orientation- and to his mild surprise- he's finally being put to real field work with his potential future colleagues.

A parallel story set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. The plot begins during Satoru Gojo's second year at the Jujutsu Tech sorcery school and unfolds at the margins of the official system. Aika Kurogame is part of an informal network that monitors what the jujutsu hierarchy doesn't want to see: anomalies, misclassified missions, and events that don't align with official reports. While the system maintains visible order, this network operates in silence, connecting people who are trying to understand what lies behind the decisions of the clans and the administration. As small irregularities accumulate - "simple" missions that aren't, sorcerers dispatched without explanation, and presences appearing where they shouldn't - a suspicion emerges that something within the system itself is failing. Among students, unexpected allies, and a network growing in the shadows, the story explores how some try to hold together what is breaking apart while the jujutsu world keeps moving forward as if nothing had happened. Note: This is a sequential work of fanfiction set in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. The original world and some canon characters belong to Gege Akutami; all other characters and plot elements are original creations. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes.

***** A gothic Wednesday AU ***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on perfection. Pressed Cabernet uniforms. Polished cobblestone. Pristine image. All while something ancient has been buried far beneath its halls. When a student, Daniel Gonzalez, collapses mid-class with glowing, unknown sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists that the situation is contained. But the students know better than to believe them. Thorn Rosales, known for trouble and sarcasm, hears the disturbance long before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols that have appeared across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Whether brought together by fate or something far more deliberate, they uncover the truth Reichenbach has spent centuries trying to bury. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and the lengths hatred can go. So, Welcome to Reichenbach Academy, where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing. I am also posting this to royalroad

Lost between her past and an uncertain future, Hirakû arrives in Sumeru with a single obsession: to understand who she truly is. Her fragmented identity, painful memories, and scars hold her captive. But when she crosses paths with Alhaitham, a scribe as rational as he is inflexible, a new equation begins to take shape. Between silence, music, and whispered confidences, a strange dialogue unfolds where logic meets the irrational. In this world where every truth seems hidden behind libraries and numbers, Hirakû invents her own formula: the Phi Theorem. A theorem that could very well rewrite not only her story... but also Alhaitham's view of the world. ⚠️ Mature story, addressing sensitive themes surrounding infidelity and other psychological traumas. ⚠️ Writing began: September 22, 2025 Status: Completed on February 21, 2026 Special thanks to @Tix_Boo for translating the text.

"When you fight and gain enough EXP, your LV increases. What does LV stand for? LOVE, of course! Didn't your heart skip a beat when you defeated me? Mine did! It's full of doki's!" Then, after a pause, "Oh... right. LOVE has another meaning. Level of Violence. The more you hurt others, the easier it becomes to separate yourself from your SOUL." She laughs. "Bodies and SOULs aren't supposed to be apart. You taught me that." Then she casually asks (forces) Kris on a date. [Kris and Pink go on a "real date" before the end of Chapter 5. This is also a novelization of the end of Chapter 5 itself! Full story is already posted on AO3 under the same name.] [Pink/Kris, Kris/Mad Dummy, PinKris fanfic, & also Yellow/Blue] [Art: "PINK" by CactusLactus on Newgrounds]

Lady realised that she's on the wrong team, so she's going to make sure that she fixes her mistakes. First thing she needs to do, is save Dante from the Cryostasis that DARKCOM got him in. But to save him, she'll first need to get to him, and in a Facility filled to the brim with Soldiers, cameras and the like, she'll need to be very, very careful. But the real struggle, begins when she does free him from his prison. This will go splendid. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Basically, my version of what could happen in Season 2 of "Devil May Cry"! But in all honesty, there's no way that we get a scene like what I'm writing here! 😅 It's a One-Shot, probably not gonna to expand it. Just wanted to write something cause the series brought back my DMC mood and the franchise took over my brain... AGAIN! EDIT: Definitely writing more! 😭🙏 ALSO! I love this series's version of Lady and if you don't, that's okay! Everyone is allowed to like or dislike different characters! BUT, if your dislike of her stems from the fact that she curses like a sailor and she's different from the games, the road is wide and the dogs on a leash! Bye! (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠) Honestly, she is such a delightfully complicated character, that if y'all just reduce her to a "b*tch who curses", I honestly don't know what to tell you, except to take some media analysis classes!!! Cause if ya can't see the crystal-clear character journey Lady's going through, that's the only thing that can save you! WARNINGS! Canon-typical violence, blood, gore, swearing, dehumanising behaviour, medical experimentation, needles, choking (not the kinky type), loss of one's freedom, trauma both physical and of course psychological, cause we are talking about Devil May Cry here! 🙃🫠 VERY IMPORTANT!!! I do not own any character from the DMC Franchise or any original character from the Netflix series! I have just put them in a situation that sprung up out if my mind! ^⁠_⁠^ KEEP ALL A.I AWAY FROM MY WORKS! Glad

Itadori Yuji's life is centered around three things: his brothers, his collegiate track career, and his roommates. Itadori Yuji also thinks that his two roommates, Megumi and Yn, are perfectly normal about each other. Everyone else disagrees. (Or, a slice of life character study about Yuji, with a side of romance.)

Kurt Wagner has spent his life searching for acceptance and faith in a world that hates and fears him. When a newly elected Pope reveals himself to be anti-mutant, Nightcrawler finds himself drawn into a conspiracy that threatens both mutantkind and the Catholic institution he has devoted his life to serving. Accompanied by a reluctant young mutant and haunted by memories of his monastic past, Kurt must confront questions of faith, identity, and destiny before darkness reaches the Vatican itself. An X-Men novel focused on Nightcrawler, faith, adventure, and mystery.

Every story and drama has at least one character we just can't stand. The one who makes you roll your eyes every time you read their name or see them appear on screen. The one who makes you want to reach into the book-or through the screen-and either strangle them or smack them... reader's choice. More often than not, it's the same character for many of us-or at least the same type of character. This poetry collection is a series of open letters to those characters. Blunt, emotional, and sometimes a little sarcastic, each poem confronts the characters readers love to hate while exploring the jealousy, obsession, entitlement, and denial that fuel their actions. If you've ever wanted to say what the protagonist couldn't, these letters are for you. It's about time someone told them the truth.