deviantart fanfic

Same story, a different Issei. Warnings! Extremely OOC. Grossly Overpowered Issei. Gary-Stu Issei. Plot? What's that? Characters from other series shamelessly inserted in an awkwardly random manner. Harem, of course.

Inspired by Re:Monster and many other things.

A collection of dark fantasy and horror short stories filled with devil bargains, tragic endings, cosmic punishment, twisted morality, and supernatural irony. Every chapter tells a different tale of greed, fate, monsters, and impossible choices. (THIS IS AN ANTHOLOGY) What does the world owe those who love it most? Nothing, it turns out. Weaver's Tales are stories spanning myth, horror, history and fable. each asking what it costs to be exceptional, virtuous, or simply unlucky in a world run by forces that don't are about your voice when they act. ............................................................. THE TALL TREE It was a tree like no other. Full of life and potential. Tall in ways no tree could compare. It was proud, why shouldn't it be? it was taller that any tree in the forest and showed no sign of stopping, every creature that could inhabit a tree flocked to it for protection. And protect them it did, by growing even taller. It refused stagnation. It bent for nothing. The breeze became a wind, It grew. The wind became a gust, it grew. The gust became a gale, it grew. It couldn't stop, not just because it had acquired a taste for unchecked growth. But because it carried the safety of every tree living beast in the forest on it's branches. Then one night the gale became a mighty Storm. The storm raged for hours and hours, unleashing it's fury upon the world. But because it stood the tallest, the poor tree bore the brunt of the raging storm. It should have survived... If hadn't been so tall. It could have survived... If it just bent. It would have survived... If it wasn't sheltering others while fighting for it's life. But it refused to bend, so it broke. And the beasts moved on to other trees the very next day. Living on, only in thier memories. Unfortunately, beasts had very poor memories.

Nova Wakes up to find himself in a world from a story he read, Devils son in-law. a world for the strong, only power matters. if your weak you will get used up and left for dead, before he gets the chance to worry though he thankfully gets a system. A DxD system in a demonic world, Nova beings his own story with knowledge of future events and aims to survive the approaching end times.

Transmigrated into a parallel timeline of Resident Evil as an unlisted Umbrella Corporation asset, Lincoln wakes up with an internal modification suite designed for the ultimate bio-weapons test: The Virus Devouring Terminal. Every pathogen he encounters, from the foundational t-virus proto-strains to the forbidden biological experiments of Dr. James Marcus, becomes genetic fuel. By executing corporate cleanup protocols, his cybernetic chassis systematically extracts, isolates, and devours the volatile strains, paving a ruthless path toward infinite bio-evolution. Dropping into the absolute dark of the Arklay Mountains, his mission parameters are clear: shadow the doomed S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, infiltrate the highly compromised Management Training Facility, and harvest the viral data lines from the shadows. Intercepting the rookie police medic Rebecca Chambers and an escaped Marine convict, Billy Coen, Lincoln must navigate a theater of pure biological hazard. In a landscape crawling with predatory Cerberus hounds, ravenous zombie swarms, and shifting collective mimics, alliance is a temporary tool. Survival is the only asset. But the extraction matrix demands a brutal toll. Every genetic harvest drains his safety threshold, drawing him closer to total cellular collapse. Can Lincoln fully master the specialized combat and perceptual telemetry trees to achieve apex evolution, or will the very strains he devours trigger an irreversible, terminal mutation?

I'm the Venerable One

This is an anthology series of (mostly) one-shot short stories. Each chapter is its own story (typically, unless otherwise designated) unconnected to the next one. So these adventures of Hermione Granger, original character Matt Santini, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and the rest of the cast are all a glimpse into a multiverse of variations. Each one-shot is a seperate canon unto itself, and here you'll get to see how Matt's presence in the story causes...Deviations in the timeline. Hope you enjoy!

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"