rusame fanfic

Berbagai sebuah cerita pendek yang di satukan menjadi kisah-kisah kehidupan, secara replika di gambarkan antara dunia nyata dengan imajinasi penulis, penulis berharap semoga setiap cerita bermanfaat bagi para pembaca dan bisa memberikan motivasi bagi para pembaca termasuk penulis sendiri tuk menjadi pribadi yang lebih baik lagi. Terima kasih. Jangan lupa yah, dukung juga author nya. Wassalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabaraktu.

Kyso is a child with a quirk that is considered "villainous", watch him become the hero he was destined to become. it's not the quirk that makes a hero, but the hero that makes the quirk. — IT DOESNT LET ME PUT ON A COVER BROO no-harem, MHA

A collection of lemons! Multiple pairings, some canon and some not. Rated M. If you don't know why by now, you aren't old/mature enough to read this fic. Enjoy!

Three friends find themselves on Remnant, on the ass end of the planet; often referred to as Menagerie. They are not helpless however, with strange otherworldly and dare I say reality bending if not breaking abilities. Gifted knowledge, power, and immortality; may Oum have mercy on Remnant. Author Note: This story is a brain bubble that keeps on bugging. I was watching some Rust YouTube, and thought on how to bring rust abilities into a 'real' non-game-environment or at least beyond 'hit rock get '5' wood' like what is 5 wood? Then I thought of Worm and its tinker abilities and decided to 'fuse' the two, but what IS Rust Tech, and how do I incorporate scrap into this; what is scrap even? This spiraled down until I decided to scrap Rusts entire crafting system, keep the inventory and be ambiguous on the resources, less '100 wood' and more 'I chopped down X amount of trees and now have enough wood to build Y, the wood is stored in my inventory'. This will hopefully be explained more. The crafting is completely different and if that turns you away, so be it. What is the same: Building(ish) Guns (Dust and mechashift will have its place here) Respawning (bed down or spawn at origin point/random spawn on a beach of Menagerie)

A fanfic set in the Type Moon universe following Vladimir the Great, Prince of Kievan Rus. Starts with him as a pagan champion chosen by the thunder god Perun, wielding a divine spear. Heavily inspired by the Russian animated film Prince Vladimir. Made with AI because I was bored. The cover too. Maybe someday I'll rewrite this myself.

A man wakes up in a beach

Aduhai...Macam mana ni???!!!Saya tak tahu nak buat apa bagi menghadapi crush saya!Bantulah saya dengan membaca buku ini...

PERINGATAN!!⚠️⚠️ ini adalah sambungan daripada novel BEST FRIENDS FOREVER... sekiranya anda belum membaca novel sebelum saya menyarankan anda membacanya terlebih dahulu..jadi semoga anda semua menyukainya..

What would have happened if Saitama had gotten into Yggdrasil? And not just in canon, but before the main events. Player discord, developer despair, and the complete destruction of the world. and that's just a small part of it.

A man by the name of Bruce Willis was born on March 28, 2006, in the state of Virginia. He had black hair, blue eyes, and stood at 5,4. Bruce was born an orphan, by that I mean his single mother died while giving birth. He watched as all the kids he ever knew were adopted or ran away to find their parents themselves. While growing up and going to school he was bullied, suicide baited and beaten. ´Why was he bullied?´ You may ask. Simple, he was seen as below everyone else. Part of it was because he was an orphan and had no parents. Therefore he was made fun of. Another part of it was he wasn´t all that good-looking, smart, or well built. Therefore he wasn´t special. Overall he was just average in every way. But, the biggest part of it was more so because of where he came from. And by that, I mean the slums. The orphanage was located in the slums where a lot of crime happens. So, you can imagine the things Bruce has seen. He has seen fellow humans killed, beaten, r*ped, sold, and so much more. He was sickened by these acts and wanted to do something to stop them. However, he was nothing special and held no power, and something Bruce learned while in the slums, was in order to make a difference he needed power. Little did he know that on his 18th birthday he would get exactly that.