Sal fisher x readerThe Nockfell Complex: the inexplicable urge to Investigate terrible horrors rather than leaving them to the authorities surely, meeting a woman in a graveyard can't go wrong?Reader insertGender neutral readerLarry Johnson x readerAshley Campbell x reader…
Headlights were the last thing to flash past their eyes, bright as the sun. Then there was nothing. No sound, no feeling in disjointed limbs, no screech of tires. Nothing.The first sound to slip past their ears was the sound of something quietly breathing. They make the simple mistake of looking up at the evening sky.To see the moon staring back at them,a grinning sight,blocky teeth stained in red droplets bigger than they could comprehend.--They should be running.They don't speak. They can't find it within themself to want to speak.Medusa speaks for them. "An enigma in this world." She speaks as if they were supposed to know what she meant. They only take a step backwards, scuffing feet along stone. "Something meant for study. To be torn bare and see the..soul of." Medusa sits calmly. This air of calm of her, even if her child were wound tight as a taut string behind her,waiting for some sort of instruction."Such a strange thing." Medusa states,without so much as a twinge of emotion crossing her face "You should be Dead, to be without a soul.""Without what?"--Here I am, writing a fanfic for a nigh-dead fandom :D someone come share this fixation with meThis is an Isekai story, as most of mine tend to be. The current cover is a place holder until i come up with something better ;;…
In which an officer working at the DPD-precinct 8 receives a promotion of a lifetime, becoming a detective. They get what they've wanted for years, but at what cost? When they have to make a choice between their loyalty to their job, or their changing personal beliefs, what will they choose?(Gender Neutral Reader!)(this story is a Connor x Reader, and contains amounts of Markus x reader, title shortened for simplicity sake)…
my updates are very sporadic, bear with me ;;What you expected when you laid down with your eyes closed on your bed, snug under the sheet covers, you were expecting just to see your dimly lit, almost purple-looking ceiling. It almost always looked that way from the festive lights outside that hadn't been taken down yetWhat you didn't expect, however, was to open your eyes to blinding light and at least one person looming over you, watching before they waved cautiously. If you didn't know better, you'd say the suspiciously blue gray-tinted skin didn't really seem..human."I say we should expect a reward""Where the hell am I?" you mutterAll you need to do is survive this mess, hopefully in one stable piece~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RANKS!!#1 in MK tag!#1 in Monkiekid tag!#2 in Feelings tag!??????????#30 IN X READER??????????…
(TAKES PLACE DURING THE YEAR 2023. show wise, takes place during S2E2 and forwards from there)Stuck in a cartoon you knew nothing about, what were you meant to do but to follow April O' Neil and her...very clearly not human friends?(the reader's gender is up to your own interpretation, project how you want LMAO)Ages are as followsApril:21Raph:20Leo and Donnie: 19Mikey: 18…
When you opened your eyes, you expected to see a blank ceiling when you woke up. Instead, you were standing in front of a pink door.when you opened the door, you were greeted by the host club... you have GOT the wake up from this dreamOuran host club x gender-neutral/Nonbinary reader!…
-Isekai fic cross-posted from Ao3-(Wheatley x reader)Days often melded together in the middle of global crisis. The months blur,and time tends to feel like a thick jelly, rather than any linear passage. While the universe knows not of what happens on a little blue and green planet, humanity deals with crisis in its own way. Escapism is a term that humans really are no stranger to, and especially not them. An obsession with older games that still shine its own story like a spotlight even after years was no stranger to them. Portal, such a lovely game series it was, and certainly a worthy contender for the next thing to lose themself in too deeply. They'd play for hours until exhausted, and fall back asleep as per a usual routine,waking up in the same location.Or not, if the universe had any say to it…
Some people cope with crying, others with arson and vandalism. It's all just different ways to deal, isn't it?(south park various x gender neutral! Villain! Reader)Profanity warning, this is southpark, after allcross-posted from quotev and AO3…
A simply story of oneshots (request me)I will refuse to do lemons.they can be character x character, or character x readerFandoms includeDanganronpaMystic MessengerHomestuckMiraculous LadybugBlack ButlerDevilman CrybabyOuran Highschool Host ClubSoul EaterDoki Doki Literature ClubCamp CampVoltron: Legendary DefenderSeduce Me: The Otome…