A writer who makes a living writing on different platforms suffers a mental breakdown and wakes up under the shadow of a tree in a place he does not recognize. He quickly realizes that he is in the world of Naruto, but because there is a blonde girl with skin tanned and pretty blue eyes, and if that weren't enough, those mustache marks. If not, I'm going to do this shit. FEMALE NARUTO
She strives in the pursuit of knowledge to discover the source of their world's suffering, the answer unknown to all but one. He raises his weapon to protect her, for his love for her burns brighter than the seething rays of the scorching sun. Her sole purpose is to seek entertainment as she fights for the fun of it. But if that hobby will become her duty is entirely up to her. Finally, A duty forged from guilty dream. He fights out of obligation and dedication to those past and those thought lost. On a journey they will go, with each other they will STAY
Warning I guess for those who it might bother, I do use Chat gpt to help me convey some ideas when I struggle to put them into words, but overall it is my idea, hell, I even got a really good idea from one of the readers and not opposed to others assisting with ideas. If you don't like that, don't read it. A young man, who has suffered a lot, finally takes his last breath due to an incurable disease. But this isn't the end, he finds himself on a journey to another world, A world he once thought was pure fiction. Not only that, he awakens as one of his favorite comic book characters, Spider-Man, the morning after poor nerdy Peter Parker gets bitten by a radioactive spider will be the start of this new Peter's journey, but he doesn't come alone, a great power followed and merged with him, how will he use his newfound powers. I've decided to do a little something different when it comes to Uncle Ben as this Peter Parker doesn't need a reason to become Spider-Man. Don't be picky about stuff like this, this is a fan fiction in an alternate universe, I will try and keep up with research when it comes to certain stuff, if you just don't like what I am doing with this, nothing is stopping you from not reading it. Can't exactly say this is my first time writing a fanfic, because that would be a lie, but it might as well be my first since I wrote the last one in early high school. Once again I am trying my hand at something I probably shouldn't because, once again, I am bored af with too much time on my hands. I am mostly writing this for myself so that I can read it myself, but also to give me a little challenge when the days are long and I need a distraction, while also seeing how far I can go. Don't expect anything great, and don't expect super uploads, I will write when I feel like it. I hope it doesn't happen, but if I do get to the point where I either want to take a break from writing or want to drop this, I will try and inform you all instead of ghosting for months on end with not a peep. Ok, enough rambling, if you do decide to give this a try, I hope it's not another trash fic on this site, all constructive criticism will be appreciated, and pure haters will be ignored as I don't find replying to stuff like that worth my time. Welp, have fun a guess if that is even a possibility with this fic.
Ruby rose and her husband Jaune arc were the last two people that survived the secret war between both Ozpin or Ozma and Salem as the world ended in a bright light they held themselves into eachothers arms knowing that this is their final goodbye and hoping to see eachother on the other side but when opening up their eyes they see that they were younger again and that Beacon was standing but then when they see eachothers younger selves THEY WERE SENT BACK IN TIME!?!?! read and find out how they will change their future will they succeed or shall it end in a far worse fate (I don't own anything related to RWBY that belongs to Monty Oum RIP)
So, a boy finds himself as one of Jigen's successful vessel experiments, but it seems he's not much more successful than Code. "Wait? What is that? He's turning into an Otsutsuki? How!? But white karma doesn't contain any data!! Right!?" "But wait! Now I would be sacrificed to the Ten-Tails, right? What is this bad luck!!" Boruto is not owned by me, nor do I own the characters in it. I don't want to own it! As for the cover, I don't own that either.
=============================== What happens when our favorite sociopathic scientist and decepticon gets transmigrated in worm with a Thinker power and the memories/powers/skills of Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne? I don't know. It's better than it sounds in your head, probably. =============================== I don't own Worm, Marvel Or DC. I wish I would though. It's the property of their respective owners, duh.
Edward Hodges, a man touched by death, unlocks his latent powers to survive the horrors of war. In a relentless battle for peace, he must ascend to unimaginable heights. Dive into the gripping first chapter and discover the extraordinary journey that awaits. (marvel fanfiction- I domt.owm anything related ot this) oc insert ww2 beggining.
first of all, I am not the same guy that is writhing the other story. second English is not my mother language. third, I am writing this to get rid of the boredom so don't expect daily updates. _____________________________________________________________ the story is about someone who got screwd by a supervisor of his dimension for his amusement until one day he had enough and remembered the rules that the supervisor mentioned to him and by this one action his journey began. you want to know more read the picture the character belong to ther rightfull owner i only own my characters. first world highschool DXD
A 40-year-old man suffering from severe depression and loneliness, while dying of a brain tumour and multiple system failure, looks outside his bedroom window and wishes to a shooting star, to get another chance. After closing his eyes for the last time he suddenly wakes up in 1970s LA in an orphanage, in the body of a young boy named Phoenix. Let's follow the rise of Phoenix in the art culture and Hollywood. ------------------------------------------------------------------ This book is heavily inspired by another book called Hollywood: Re-Coded. If the author of that book hadn't stopped writing I would not have picked this story, as I am the least bit educated on entertainment subjects, especially Hollywood regarding matters. There will be some new OCs and some existing people. The history of Hollywood will be heavily edited to fit the story's purpose. The cover photo is taken from Pinterest, and the female lead would look somewhat like her.
This is a rewrite of my old story: Echo of determination. You might recognize a lot of the story, but alot has changed. The world is in Peril, The Dragon balls had no power in the first place. The only hope we have left. Is a person who can't seem to shut up about determination. This is also far from a standard Dragon ball world. Also, What's this about an Isekai investigation unit? "Heya. You've been busy, huh?" I look around at the devistation King Piccolo has wrought. . . . (King Piccolo Power level 9800) "So, i've got a question for ya." Piccolo looks at me, and says. "You know nothing. When I killed your friend Goku, I thought You would fight me at your full potential." I continue as if I wasn't interrupted. "Do you think even the worst person can change?" That everybody can be a good person, if they just try?" I start to laugh. after all, I, An Otaku, am the last person alive on this planet. "All right. Well here's a better question. Do you wanna have a bad time? Cause if you take another step forward- You are REALLY not going to like what happens next." Piccolo swipes his Arm at me. in a forward chop and I dodge, "Welp. Sorry, Goku. This is why i never make promises." energy starts to crackle around me as the sky turns dark. (The Echo Is Resonating with your determination. All Physical Aspects have been Increased.) "It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. . . On days like these, kids like you. . . Should be burning in hell." King Piccolo continues to use more esoteric martial arts. every kick dodged, every swipe missing by a hairs breadth. "You think I'm just gonna stand there and take it?" I charge, "MASENKO!" SHIT! I die. But not for the first time. (The Echo Has Granted you a boost in your Reaction speed and Kinetic Movement. Try again.) "Heya. You've been busy, huh?" I look around at the devistation King Piccolo has wrought.
In a world where superpowers, known as Quirks, define one's potential, Locke Lamora, a globally recognized art prodigy, confronts a reality that seems to deny him his chance at heroism. Seemingly born without a Quirk, Locke's life is a canvas of exceptional talent but with a missing shade – that of a hero. This changes at the age of ten when Locke discovers his latent and unique Quirk – the "Sketchbook." This power allows him to draw his body in a special book while he dreams, augmenting himself with abilities wielded by his favorite anime characters. However, this gift is not without its complexities. Each transformation requires Locke to face an internal trial in the "Court of Self," a mental courtroom where aspects of his psyche debate the ethical and psychological implications of altering his natural abilities. Success... is never a guarantee. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ AN: I am confident that the quality is extremely high; but criticism, suggestions, comments, etc are more than welcome. I have no qualms with deviating from the canon as much as necessary, I'm not scared to change events, or entirely write new ones. Look forward to a quality story! The story is also available on Wattpad and Royal Road! ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Disclaimer!! I do not own or claim to own anything other than my original characters and ideas. I just like to play in the world of My Hero Academia.
Kasra Utsumi is a first year Limiter at West Genetics Academy, whose Freezing capability and amount of stigmata are unmatched in the school. However, it is this very same ability that fuels his distorted sense of loneliness and separation. [Cover art is various depictions of Kasra]