mechanicus cinematic

Hello everyone after going through many novel reading I realized that showniz base novels on Chinese and U. S. entertainment industry have massive numbers but India base nothing so I decided to start a new novel on Indian entertainment industry so everyone support this Vijay, a 30-year-old man, died in the most ridiculous way possible— Laughing. A harmless experiment with laughing gas turned into uncontrollable laughter… until his body gave up. Even in his final breath— "Yaar… log rote rote marte hain… main haste haste mar gaya?" (“People die crying… and I died laughing?”) Darkness followed. But death… wasn’t the end. He opened his eyes again— Reborn. A new life. A new family. A fresh start in a parallel modern world. Everything looked normal. School. Streets. Neighbors. Daily routine. A peaceful, ordinary life. Until… small things began to feel strange. Not wrong. Just… cinematic. A school teacher giving an emotional speech that felt too powerful for a normal day. A roadside fight that suddenly turned dramatic, like a perfectly choreographed scene. A stranger whose entry felt… like a hero introduction. "Yeh coincidence thoda zyada nahi ho raha?" (“Aren’t these coincidences getting a bit too much?”) Then one day— Vijay saw someone. Not just anyone. A face he recognized. Not from real life— But from a movie. Not every film. Not every story. But some characters… are real. Living. Breathing. Existing in this world. A strict police officer who behaves exactly like a mass-action hero. A mysterious businessman with clear villain energy. A college girl whose life feels like a romantic drama waiting to unfold. This world isn’t fully Bollywood. It’s worse. It’s partially scripted. "Matlab… har koi normal hai… par kuch log kahani leke ghoom rahe hain?" (“So… everyone is normal… but some people are carrying entire stories inside them?”) And Vijay? He remembers those stories. He knows— Who will rise. Who will fall. Who will love. Who will die. But unlike movies… This is real life. Interference has consequences. So Vijay makes a choice. He won’t jump blindly into every story. He will observe. Learn. Adapt. Live a normal life on the surface— School, family, daily struggles, small happiness… While secretly identifying “main characters” hidden in society. Sometimes he helps. Sometimes he changes outcomes. Sometimes… He lets the story play out. Because he understands one terrifying truth— "Yeh duniya film nahi hai… par film jaise log isme zaroor hain." (“This world isn’t a movie… but movie-like people definitely exist in it.”) And slowly… Vijay begins to step into those stories. Not as a background character— But as a variable that was never supposed to exist. MC - vijay live with lesbian moms Mom1 -Shilpa, Mom2- Neelam and first partner in love with MC

[WSA 2022] Injured blind since the incident five years ago, no one survived that winter night except for Kian and his younger sister. In an unfortunate incident (or fortunate), he gained back his sight with the miracle of the family heirloom locket. Not only that, he obtained a deeper understanding of spirituality and divinity. Yet, even with the means of revenge, he found himself on the path of godhood instead. Join Kian, as a discredited young noble, to revive his family territory and discover the conspiracy behind the death of his family. P.S. I will post one chapter per week, I had them scheduled. P.P.S. Check out 'Calibre Prognosticatorum' and share it some love.

A deconstruction and subversion of the fantasy genre. Legions of the gods is a high concept, superhero mythic fantasy story of heroes and villains of their society. And it’s not just classic good vs evil. At its heart, legions of the gods is less about "perfect people or gods" and more about how these powerful larger than life, living legends that are still human individuals with extraordinary power choose to use it. And how powerful humanity and hope is when the world loses it's innocence.

An AU no-watch Ben gets transported to the MCU with an Omnimatrix. Villains think they can do anything, not on his watch. It's Hero Time no update schedule. I update when I want to but never will I drop it.

Injured blind since the Burning of Haas incident five years ago, no one survived that winter night except for Kian and his younger sister. One day, he gained back his sight with the miracle of his late elder brother's locket. Yet, even with the means of revenge, he found himself on the path of divinity instead.

Suddenly waking up after a very confusing series of events our MC, Luis, suddenly finds himself in a slightly older version of himself. At first he thought he fell into a coma, the thought scared him, but he soon came to learn that something was not quite right. **I will try to make a good novel for my readers. Do note that I am new to writing and might not live up to your expectations, so don't go badmouthing and being toxic because something didn't go the way you wanted or liked. Also I'll try to make some fun things happen so you can enjoy my novel more.** Anyways, I hope you enjoy my novel/story!

Series: The ROI Saga Aryan was a nobody in his first life—a failed assistant director in the Indian film industry, trapped behind the camera while stars, producers, and politicians dictated reality. He understood stories, power dynamics, and human weakness better than most—but understanding never paid the bills. One rainy night, a brutal accident ends his life before he ever gets his name on a poster. He wakes up reborn as the hero of Tevar. This time, Aryan doesn’t panic. Because he isn’t just reborn—he’s optimized. A cold, calculating interface activates in his mind: the ROI System, a self-evolving framework that measures every action by one rule alone—Return on Investment. Money, influence, loyalty, technology, information, emotional bonds, even mythic power—everything can be acquired, refined, and compounded. Unlike typical heroes driven by rage or righteousness, Aryan plays a longer game. He replaces brute force with public humiliation, chaos with accounting, romance with leverage. He doesn’t force outcomes; he creates situations—where allies choose him, enemies self-destruct, and powerful women become emotionally anchored to the only man who seems calm while the world burns. As Aryan moves through a single, unified Indian cinematic world—where Bollywood politics, Tollywood crime empires, Kollywood science, Mollywood shadow governments, and Sandalwood folk divinity all coexist—each “movie arc” becomes an investment opportunity. A street conflict becomes seed capital. A college invention becomes a monopoly. A mafia turns into a corporation. A government crisis becomes immunity. The ROI System evolves with him. Crime unlocks legitimacy. Technology bends time. Myth becomes energy. Faith becomes a weapon. Across multiple parts, Aryan ascends from a small-town disruptor to a shadow emperor manipulating ministers and armies, and finally to a near-divine entity who treats destiny itself as a balance sheet. Familiar cinematic worlds unfold in unfamiliar ways—not because the plot changed, but because the man inside the hero did. In a universe obsessed with spectacle and saviors, The ROI Gentleman asks a dangerous question: > What happens when the man who understands the script decides to own the entire production? This is not a story about becoming a hero. It’s a story about monetizing fate.

A black halo in the sky… To some, it was the light of heaven; to others, it was the Chaos Processor. For years, humanity lived in fear under the shadow of this halo. Although most people wanted it to be shut down, scientists managed to use the Chaos Processor. It gave humanity everything the majority desired, pushing ethical boundaries to their limits. There was only one taboo: immortality. Despite being demanded with overwhelming participation, the Chaos Processor remained silent on this matter. Humanity did not give up. They found a DECEPTIVE way to obtain immortality. They demanded that the Chaos Processor design a game and expand time. And at that moment, Meta World was born. Many people abandoned the real world and took refuge in this virtual universe to escape pain and death. This madness gave rise to a new illness called “virtual lifespan addiction.” Those who fell into this addiction were called Deadline. In order to expand the time within the game, they devoted their entire lives to this endless war that exceeded the limits of the human mind.

I have read many fanfics on marvel and have few ideas of self inserts. Hope any author like some of them and decide to write the fanfic. I am not a good writer so can only give ideas to fellow fanfic nerds to write more fanfics.

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?"