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FULL VERSION (pictures + audio + formatting) on Ao3 = Paradise - WhyBotherEatingSauce = https://archiveofourown.org/works/67111957/chapters/173291134
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Dorothy has noticed her before but never really had the interest to approach.
This changed on that day.
On a spring morning, she stood beside...
With prereading, editing assistance, and occasional input by Brain Power!
I couldn't really tell you exactly when I became what I am, as I'm fairly certain that the merger was retroactive in nature and the actual incident might actually not have happened yet. There was no way that I should be...
It is from myself I grant to thee little soul amidst the void of chaos and Q, the life anew as thou deserve, life in something greater, though dead as you are too. For it is not in my domain to give death of life, but to death give life.
I want to be strong, so that I can never be taken...
One thing nobody tells you when you're born to famous parents is the amount of time you're going to get kidnapped. Two out of five chances, they're doing it for the supposed money they're going to get either from your parent's enemies or your parents themselves. Another two of the five are just...
Imagine this, you go to bed after a long day in 80 degree weather, only to wake up completely different!
"What the Fuck!" I screamed as I jolted from the ground. Hearing my voice was far too deep for what it usually is, I noticed that my arms were different. "Why am I so white? I might be...
A U T H O R ' S _ N O T E S
Welcome, and welcome back to yet another wdango piece. This time, it's a SAO fanfic, with our favourite gamedev/GM/smurf Kayaba Akihiko as the MC (with a twist, of course!).
As usual, the setting is a modest AU, using canon only as scaffolding, so expect many...
This Quest is set in the world of Project Moon, within the House of Spiders.
Set in a fictional AU to allow for artistic liberties.
Each chapter is a single image, in the form of a small comic.
You will write Sora a prescript.
This is done through write-in votes after every single chapter...
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...
Planet Vegeta: Palace, Age 733
The sun was starting to set as the Saiyans currently on the planet gathered outside the palace. King Vegeta stepped onto the balcony, seeing his people cheer. As he began to address them through a small amplifier attached to the collar of his armor, they went...
Prologue
A place with no concept of a beginning, where an eternal, cold, all‑consuming darkness stretched into infinity. A vast black canvas of existence that seemed to contain nothing at all. But… if you looked closer, tiny embers smoldered upon it, infinitesimally small in comparison to it...
Important Notes:
#1 - This is from the POV of a kid keeping a journal about their life after a big change, and the prose reflects that.
#2 - Since this is in the format of a journal, there is no minimum word count, especially in the beginning.
"Entire Work" mode is recommended, since the short...
O o O o O
Waking up to my new self reliving all of the most traumatic memories of my previous selves is not and will never be my preferred way to become a new me. Zero out of ten stars, will not recommend, warranty expired and all that jazz.
Repression, while not particularly healthy itself...
(Author Notes: I swear to fucking god I did not cheat and fudge the rolls, I legitimately rolled for all of these 😭)
I opened my eyes, I than realized I don't have eyes, I then realized I can't see any more than I can see out of my elbow.
I then started to panic, or at least I tried to, it was...
This story is currently under revision.
Progress:
Premise - deleted. will be replaced by foreword once revision is complete.
Prologue - done.
Chapter 1 - done.
Excerpt 1 - done.
Chapter 2 - currently under revision.
Threadmarks: Introduction - Welcome to the sphereverse
Welcome to the sphereverse, the place where Big Boss, surrounded by Latin** secretaries dressed in red tailleur, creates universes for the lulz.
Yes, I could have used something simpler, like hey, this is the place where I post snippets, bunny plots, and tons, but really, tons of stupid ideas...
Eddard I
The king's bedchambers was a room Eddard was sadly quite familiar with. The king, in his obstinacy, often retreated to his chambers, or refused to leave. When the castle staff, and even the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard failed to rouse the oaf from his torpor, it was often up to...
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Prologue - The Alley
I can feel my arm. It's the first thing that goes through my head as I open my eye get my first look at a world on fire. That seems like a simple thing, I can feel my arm but it really isn't, trash cans are simple things (you throw trash in them) and what I feel in...
1994
Eleven Years since Black Christmas
Emrys Arthur Calhoun was eleven years old when he tore the arm off of Jeffrey Miller.
He didn't mean to do it. Jeffrey had been playing football with his friends, and he'd been running past the old oak tree Emrys was reading My Side of the Mountain...