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In the Central 46 Compound, the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 and the notorious scourge of the Female Shinigami Association, Masatsuki Aozaki, stood before the Sages and Judges. “You have improper relationships with numerous members, Seated Officers, and Captains of the Seireitei?” “As Captain-Commander, maintaining close relationships with them helps facilitate my work.” “...” The Judge narrowed his eyes. “Then how do you explain modifying the female Shinigami's Shihakushō into miniskirts?” “To transform the Seireitei into a perfect paradise.” “Tsk tsk… A paradise for all Shinigami? That’s not entirely unreasonable…” “No, a personal paradise.” “A private—wait! Captain-Commander Masatsuki, that kind of thinking is clearly wrong!” “Do you want to die?” “...” “Forget it, Captain-Commander Masatsuki. We’ll set this matter aside for now. Let’s discuss some of the outrageous statements you’ve made in the past. Those were jokes, right?” “No, I was completely serious.” Masatsuki calmly ran his hand along the hilt of his Zanpakutō and spoke with conviction. “I have a great relationship with my subordinates, I get along well with Hueco Mundo, and I’m even friends with all of your wives and girlfriends. But rest assured, I’m a good Shinigami. You can safely leave the world in my hands!” Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto: That damn brat! Shunsui, Jūshirō, don’t stop me—I need to teach him a lesson! Thus begins the tale of the most incorrigible Shinigami!

"When the fate of the world is laid bare, can destiny truly be rewritten?" "And if foresight comes at the cost of a little pride; well, that’s a small price to pay, isn’t it?" Current Arc : Elysian Realm. Basically a react fan fiction of several Honkai series.

To get this out of the way, I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. I don't own the cover photo. DISCLAIMER MOST OF THESE WERE IN FACT WRITTEN BEFORE THE NEWEST SEASON(S). THESE WERE STARTED IN EARLY 2018 DURING SEASON 2 SO DON'T BASH ME FOR THINGS THAT AREN'T RIGHT PLZ.

Rain dripped from the Paris rooftops like the city itself was crying. Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked with her hood pulled low, black sleeves hiding hands that shook from exhaustion. The streets were nearly empty—too late for tourists, too early for morning. This was the hour she preferred. No smiles to fake. No expectations to meet. Saving Paris was supposed to feel heroic. Tonight, it just felt heavy. Her earrings rested cold against her skin, a reminder of the mask she wore every day. Shadybug. The symbol of hope. The lie she kept alive while everything inside her slowly broke apart. She turned down a narrow alley, hoping the darkness would swallow her thoughts. A boy slumped against the brick wall, knees pulled to his chest, soaked through. His hair hung messily over his eyes, clothes torn and dirty like he’d been dragged through the night itself. A small duffel bag lay open beside him, empty—as if whatever life he had left was already gone. He looked… abandoned. Emo Marinette froze. She should have walked away. Paris wasn’t kind to heroes who lingered too long. But something in her chest twisted painfully. Because she knew that posture. The way his shoulders curved inward, like he was trying to disappear. She stepped closer. “Hey,” she said quietly, her voice almost swallowed by the rain. “Are you… alive?” The boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dull—not frightened, not angry—just empty. Like someone who’d already accepted that nothing good was coming. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Unfortunately.” That answer hit harder than it should have. Emo Marinette crouched a few feet away, careful not to scare him. “You shouldn’t sleep here. It’s dangerous.” He let out a weak laugh. “So is everywhere else.” Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. The city hummed in the distance, uncaring. “What’s your name?” she asked. “…Jaden.” She nodded. “I’m Marinette.” He didn’t look impressed. Didn’t look relieved either. Just nodded like names didn’t matter anymore. “Did someone hurt you?” Jaden glanced away. “Dropped me off. Said I’d ‘figure it out.’” His fingers clenched around nothing. “Guess this is me figuring it out.” I tagged this book, come and support me with a thumbs up! https://youtube.com/@nekovyn?si=PH_n2FC-fL5s6R9B

In a world of kings and dragons, how can a night watchman find the chance to embark on an adventure across distant lands? Bound by duty yet driven by a restless spirit, he steps beyond the walls he once swore to guard, encountering allies, enemies, and mysteries that challenge everything he believes. Is he truly recruiting for the watch, or is his journey fueled by something far more personal—ambition, redemption, or a past he can’t escape?

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Itadori Yuji knew of a cursed spirit — one born from the negative emotions humans feel toward one another. She appears innocent and pure on the surface, but beneath that hides a cunning, unpredictable nature. She is extraordinarily dangerous: her technique, Idle Transfiguration, can effortlessly attack the very souls of others. She delights in pure chaos — she once turned Fushiguro Megumi into a woman, gave Todou Aoi eighteen arms like an Asura, transformed a disaster-class cursed spirit into a magical girl… leaving nearly everyone around her with lasting psychological trauma. And yet, in the end, no one — not even Itadori — could truly bring themselves to hate her. Because when the most terrible disasters and enemies came, it was she who stepped forward and sacrificed herself to save everyone. "Haha… don't be sad… A cursed spirit born from humans… naturally loves humans the most…" Hehe. Just kidding. In truth, all of this was simply because a certain someone who transmigrated into a real person had absolutely no intention of getting their resurrection point camped by Geto Suguru. --- P- Walnut-chan Chaotic fun, power fantasy, no romance route, lots of fluff】

Vilgax once told the galaxy that the Omnitrix was the ultimate weapon. He was wrong. When Tyler Levison transmigrated into this world, he didn't receive the polished, heroic watch from the legends. He received the Error Table—a chaotic template of forbidden transformations and glitched evolutions. While Ben Tennyson struggles with a watch that gives him the wrong alien, Tyler's 'errors' are his greatest strength. Step by step, the template unlocks. From Disaster Mode to the All-World Table, the 'errors' aren't mistakes,they are upgrades. As the Error Table reaches 100% synchronization, the world realizes that the greatest threat isn't the Highbreed or the Incurseans. It’s the man who can control the errors of reality itself.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.