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Tough. As. NAILS!
Yet another SI fic by Tangent.
This time as Anti-Rouge!
O o O o O
Waking up in a hospital is never fun. Drifting in and out of consciousness as pain and painkillers warred across your body even less so. But it allowed me to catalogue my body without actually having to move...
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction work. All rights to Marvel characters, settings, and intellectual property except OC belong to Marvel Comics. This story is a non-commercial tribute created for entertainment purposes only.
Jay had always thought his name was a joke. "Victory" in Sanskrit - his...
Fanfic idea That I wanna get out
You know how in fanfics there's a popular format where the characters of a show watch their protagonist
Usually through some kind of in-
universe livestream or screening
as he ends up in a completely different world? It's common in Pokémon fics, where...
"Fuck your mom!"
Kaido cursed through gritted teeth as a Tailed Beast Ball, as black as ink, widened before his eyes.
Boom!
The world turned white, followed by a thunderous boom, swallowing everything in its path. Before he knew it, he, along with the hundred-odd shinobi who'd been running at...
"Fuck your mom!"
Kaido cursed through gritted teeth as a Tailed Beast Ball, as black as ink, widened before his eyes.
Boom!
The world turned white, followed by a thunderous boom, swallowing everything in its path. Before he knew it, he, along with the hundred-odd shinobi who'd been running at...
Chapter 1 - Preparations
Malfoy Manor — Spring 1977
It was the silence of a house that had never needed to raise its voice.
Malfoy Manor stood on its hill the way old things stand — not because anyone willed it, but because nothing had yet found the authority to move it. With hands three...
I laid there longer than I should have, staring at the ceiling and listening to the house breathe. The heater clicked on, then off. Pipes knocked somewhere behind the walls. The fan on my dresser hummed like it was trying to convince me this was normal—just another night, just another round of...
Hi this is the first thing I have ever posted. (I hope I'm doing this right!) Please explain if I'm doing something wrong or just if the gramma isn't that great.
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Waking up inside someone else's skin is supposed to be meant in a rhetorical fashion, but not for me...
Threadmarks: Chapter 1 - On a Ship to Questionable Shores
My breathing calm, I drew one card, then another and another until five cards laid on the table in front of me.
It was just about enough to bring a tear to my eye.
I am many things, but Seto Kaiba was not one of them. Seto Kaiba is many things, one of them being willing to put someone in...
Edit 2026:Finally posting this to QQ because someone on ffn recommended it. No update yet but coming soon. I'm having trouble with the font color copying weird from spacebattles so I just set it to grey, is there something a bit better I can do? I'm not really familiar with this website. I'll...
December 15, 2025
Rwanda
20 kilometers Outside Kigali
The alarm rang as it always did. I opened my eyes, reached for my flashlight, switched it on, and carefully climbed out from under my mosquito-netted bed. I checked the time.
4:45 a.m. Monday.
I yawned. I hated Mondays. In that brief...
"Right, where to begin?…….well, I'm sure you lot know death, other wise you'd wouldn't be here sharing a drink with me now would ya? Anyway, from what I remember of mine? Well, I remember pretty much all that came before and after, my rather mundane life, back and forth to college and work, and...
Disclaimer: Warhammer 40k is the property of Games Workshop. Please support the official release.
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Isekai is supposed to be a good thing.
I mean, sure. You lose your family, your history, your culture, your civilization. But that's just part of the game. You get a fresh start! You enter a...
I've tried SB, SV, and even the fanfiction-specific subReddit and gotten no responses, may as well try it here too. Apologies if this is the wrong place to post, I have no idea where to put this.
So there's a whole bunch of RTS's out there, and I want to do a story where the SI wakes up in an...
Hey there!
I'm Welydora! Right now, I'm writing The Awakened Soul. It's about a reincarnated guy from a world similar to our own. The story is written in a positive, slightly pragmatic tone: the protagonist is smart, and because of that, strong—and he doesn't spend his time wallowing in...
1989, St. Augustine's Orphanage, London
Early in the morning, the sun was still hidden behind a pale horizon. The air in the yard was cool and damp, filled with the scent of dew.
A boy stood barefoot on the grass, swinging a wooden stick in his hand. It was crude, one end thick and the other...
A Whole New World
Arno arrived without fanfare.
One moment, he had been staring at a screen too late at night, half-asleep and barely processing the music in the background. The next, the world tilted—not violently, but decisively, like a book being closed.
He didn't fall through a wormhole...