Crosspost Stories

In an alternate timeline to the events of Broly, Moro, and Granola, things go differently after the Tournament of Power. In this story, months after the tournament, something big is about to happen. One being will change the course of the story forever. This is the rewrite of Dragon Ball Aftermath, an old story of mine from 2018. === CROSS-POSTED FROM FANFICTION.NET ===

There's a house upon the hill that everyone says is haunted. No one really says why, but if you got close you might find out yourself. Or: Eldritch horror Boatem gang, but they're also roommates and posing as the local cryptids.

"On top of a hill that overlooks an intricate city, there stands a glass castle. It is not stained, nor tinted or frosted. It's clear and empty of colour, see through. Arrows and stones and gazes can pierce through the thin layer, for it is not bulletproof. It is made of glass, perched precariously over a city of stones and other sorts. 'Thomas, we aren't like everyone else. We have wealth, superior to all those below us.' "Inside the glass castle, there lives a jackhammer and a pen and paper. They have a son, and he is made of porcelain. The porcelain boy grows inside these castle walls, learning and changing. The jackhammer and the pen keep him inside the glass castle, and so he watches through the clear windows, silently observing the city that lives its own life." (Art is not mine! If you know who it's by, please let me know!)

Incorrect quotes and oneshots or stories. Please read as, "I got too silly and my old hyperfixation hit me in the face like a brick at 135 mph" Originally posted on Ao3 under Justwant_toread!

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What do you get if an Aswang, a Dragon Shape Shifter, an Alien, and a kind-of-Cyborg from the future meet? Something the Deep State will have a hard time dealing with

A collection of one-shots and short stories focused on my honk gremlin OCs.

Shenanigans in Golden Wasteland with my Skykid OCs.

TBWL in Re:Zero and shit goes down. Characters Deaths. How to Defeat the batman who laughs? Let just say Subaru have read comic book about TBWL. I do not own shit.

A Re-written version of the Sacred War (Originally Written in 1941 by Vasily Lebedev-Kumach), Written by a unknown member of the Siberian Black League sometime between 1962-1970. Recovered from Ubezhishche Omsk in 2031

The Jade Chamber failed to put an end to Osial's terror once and for all. Everything seemed grim for Liyue with no more defenses up. However, a true monster has arrived due to unforeseen circumstances and plans to face off with the ancient sea god. (One-Shot)

these low lights and your impossible heart, but nothing is more devastating than lee seunghwan's eyes

He gave a nod as he finally let it all sink in. He knew who it was that he loved. The one who was always on his mind. It would be easier to just get the plant to be removed, but to risk forgetting Kirishima. He could not see that happening. He looked back up at the doctor. "I don't want to get it removed. I will talk to him next time I see him and tell him that I love him." or Where Bakugou Katsuki is diagnosed with Hanahaki Disease and refuses to admit his feelings because Kirishima does not deserve someone weak like him. And Kirishima Eijirou is in love with Bakugou but refuses to admit his feelings because Bakugou does not deserve a coward like him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1 of Kiribaku series

• cross-posted from ao3 • There's shifting snow underneath him, then he blinks and suddenly he's free falling. Like a slumbering beast the ground had opened its maw, swallowing snow and debris alike. He can't even see where he's falling. Sometimes he can see the sky above and sometimes only pitch-black darkness. And when his fall finally reaches its end, he lands hard. There is no river to catch him. No other body he could have clung to. He is entirely alone as he smashes into the ground, creating an earwrecking boom and a rather wide crater. He can't move. Everything hurts. But he is alive. And that is the worst.

The Chaos Insurgency infiltrated the Foundation to steal several SCPs. But it seems that the objects themselves do not agree to move from one chamber to another. The only thing they want is freedom. Warning: I don't speak English very well and I don't know the SCP universe very well. All images in fanfiction do NOT belong to me. I tried hard. I hope you will enjoy

After using the Matrix of Leadership against Unicron, Optimus Prime lost his memory until Jack, using the Key of Vector Sigma, restored its power. Before that, Prime had a secret mission after defeating Unicron. Upon reverting to Orion Pax on Earth, Optimus Prime's memory, knowledge, and body were transferred to another planet until the Matrix was restored.

But the truth of it was that Wednesday Addams called Xavier Thorpe every night at exactly 11:02 PM. And Xavier Thorpe answered a phone call from Wednesday Addams at 11:03 P.M., and although every night Wednesday Addams always spoke first until at least 11:07 PM, the both of them spoke to each other every night until 2:30 AM. a post-canon, season two speculation piece of how Xavier Thorpe got his phone call, after all. originally posting on ao3! no cross posting allowed without permission, please. wednesday x xavier || wavier || wenvier

The cloak was midnight-blue with intricate gold patterns stitched into it. He had a distinct memory of seeing those patterns lit up and glowing like a candle flame, and of sitting on a sand dune next to a campfire watching another girl with white hair and a mask sew them, but that was a long time ago, and the cloak's former splendor had been lost since then. It was tattered to the extent that it was practically just a bundle of rags held together by love and hope. He hardly dared to touch it for fear of finally ruining it, and part of him longed to wear it again, to reach for the skies like he once did with no fear of falling. He closed the chest and headed for the door, leaving the cloak where it had laid for the past twenty years. Or: Etho is a Skykid who grew up.

A collection of MHA oneshots I though of on a whim. Enjoy.