2face gorillaz fanfiction

Transported into Hunter × Hunter, one of the three most dangerous worlds, the protagonist awakens a Specialization-type Nen ability — the Face Fruit. From that moment on, he begins a life of surviving purely by bluffing, flexing, and talking his way through everything. ‎PS: Access advance (100+) chapters at ‎https://www.patreon.com/c/NanamiTL

After getting hit by a truck again, Zieg decides to keep his word to punch Odin in the face.

When Eira inherits a crumbling seaside manor from an aunt she never knew, she expects dust, cobwebs, and maybe a few family secrets. She doesn’t expect the attic mirror tall, flawless, and smiling at her when she isn’t smiling back. The reflection knows her name. It remembers her mother’s face. And it’s starting to whisper about people who vanished from the town long before Eira arrived. As storms close in and the tide drags the shoreline away, Eira must uncover the mirror’s truth before her reflection finds a way to take her place forever.

this is fanfic about honkai impact and I just write this for fun oh and you can read from https://www.wattpad.com/story/390853314-a-man-who-once-face-disaster-in-honkai-world

Dying sucks. Reincarnating with Gojo Satoru's face into the viper's nest known as Gossip Girl... that's a golden opportunity. My plan was simple: use my future knowledge to amass a fortune, enjoy the Upper East Side parties, and most importantly, stay far away from the Manhattan elite's drama. I thought I had everything under control. But one legendary night in Chuck Bass's penthouse changed everything. I woke up with a monumental hangover and a new piece of art on my skin: a tattoo that declares me, in elegant calligraphy, as "Property of Blair Waldorf." The worst part is, she has a matching one with my name. Now, the undisputed Queen B and I are tied by ink and a drunken mistake. How am I supposed to rule my new world when Manhattan's most dangerous and beautiful woman has already claimed me as hers? XOXO.

[A story from my Wattpad Account] Lobotomy Corporation. One of the "Wings" of the world, responsible for providing energy to the City and the Nest. It all started with wonderful goal in mind, and yet, how did it get to this point? Facility X-934 is filled with nothing but despair and insanity. Yet, there is an individual that keeps them all as sane as they can be. How will it end? Other Tags: Yandere, Horror, Fanfiction, Alternate Universe (AU), Time Travel, Time Loop, Gore, Mature Content, Character Development, OC’s, Explicit Content, Harem ------------------------------------------------------------------ Disclaimer: This is a Lobotomy Corporation x Male Reader Story I don't own Lobotomy Corporation or Library Of Ruina, they belong to Project Moon. The only thing I own are my OC's and this fanfic itself. Wattpad Account is under the same name as this account if you want to see my own personal drawings. Another thing to note, I am not a professional writer or artist. So don't expect any God-like writing.

Seja bem vindo a um Japão totalmente diferente do que estamos adaptados, Ryu Zanarich terá que lutar contra forças desconhecidas se quiser sobreviver nesse mundo apocalíptico

Among the many floor guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, one stands apart in both demeanor and origin: Sans, the Skeletal Trickster. Unlike the other guardians forged for grandeur or cruelty, Sans was created by the enigmatic Supreme Being W. G. Gaster, whose mind bent toward experiments few could comprehend. Conceived as a fusion of laziness and lethality, Sans was not designed to dominate through raw power alone, but to test intruders’ resolve with cunning, patience, and unrelenting wit. Though outwardly aloof—lounging at his post, making bad puns, and feigning disinterest—Sans hides frightening insight and a mastery of space-warping abilities. His bone magic and “Gaster Blasters” make him an unpredictable opponent, while his eerie awareness being an npc sets him apart even among Nazarick’s loyal servants. To the other guardians, he is both an oddity and an enigma—mocked for his sloth, yet respected for the quiet threat he embodies. To Ainz, he represents a curious relic of another Supreme Being’s eccentric genius, a tool both useful and dangerous if underestimated. In the grand halls of Nazarick, Sans is the floor guardian who greets intruders with a grin, a pun, and—if they persist—a glimpse of the merciless violence lurking behind his laid-back smile.

Wangji a beautiful intersex young man living his life peacefully with his family, spending his time in cultivating and never been interested in any male or female. His life changed drastically after a sect leader Wen's son caught his eyes on him, he tried to pursue Wangji with different presents and promises but, Wangji always ignores him, not interested to be in any kinda relationship for now. Once Wen Chao was daring enough to try pursuing Wangji in clan meeting, where Wangji politely declined his proposal telling him he's not ready for any relationship but that hurts the ego of Wen clan leader's son, resulting he can't, take the insult, he decided to take the revenge for the same. Planned kidnapping of second Jade of Gusu...

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?"