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...

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"