overwatch tracer 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

My name is Sung Han Ji I never had the best life and it all just got worse when Jin Hui left me and I stumbled upon ‘The Labriynth’ a never ending maze filled with unknown creatures. It is said that The Labriynth has no end and no one ever was able to escape it. Even the most skilled explorers met there end in those endless Hallways. Someone like me never stood a chance. But one day due to a certain incident,it all changed as I woke up to see these Status Windows,My Level and able to level up. As I became stronger and was able to become "THE LONE LABRIYNTH TRACER"

Aria Selman's life was endangered when she awakened powerful inborn abilities due to a supernatural incident. In order to survive, Aria joins an organization that manages the country's supernatural affairs from the shadows- the Cerberus.

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.

Follow Asher on his adventures, as he goes from the Fallen King, to the bane of all in high positions, and the end of those who cross him.

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.

Above Love Victoria Lennox has spent her life proving she is untouchable. At thirty-four, she is the youngest self-made woman ever to break eleven figures, the most feared name on Wall Street, and the undisputed queen of Manhattan. Love, in her experience, is a liability best left to weaker people. She has built an empire on that conviction: marble penthouses, private jets, and a heart sealed behind bullet-proof glass. Then a rainy night, a totaled Bugatti, and forty-seven seconds of clinical death change everything. A stranger drags her from the wreckage. She never sees his face—only the distinctive crescent-moon birthmark on the back of his right hand—before he disappears into the storm. When Victoria wakes in a private hospital suite with titanium in her femur and a debt she cannot quantify, she does what she has always done: she hunts. She finds him living in a Bushwick warehouse, fixing pipes for old ladies and donating half his income to a no-kill shelter. His name is Elias Crowe—former Army Ranger, Purple Heart recipient, and the one man in New York who wants absolutely nothing from her. She offers money. He refuses. She offers gratitude wrapped in couture and orchids. He donates the orchids to the hospital where she recovered. Every gift, every grand gesture, every attempt to buy absolution is met with the same quiet, unshakable rejection. So Victoria does the one thing she swore she would never do again: she shows up. In jeans. In the rain. In kennels that smell like bleach and hope. Slowly, infuriatingly, the ice begins to crack. What starts as obsession becomes something far more dangerous: partnership, laughter, Sunday mornings that taste like coffee and pancakes, and a three-legged pit bull who decides Victoria belongs to them both. Elias never asks her to be less than the ruthless titan she is; he simply refuses to let her be lonely while she’s being it. But Victoria has spent fifteen years learning that love is a loaded gun with someone else’s finger on the trigger. When the past comes roaring back—old betrayals, boardroom coups, and the terrifying vulnerability of needing another person—she will have to decide whether the empire she built is worth more than the man who taught her heart how to beat again. A searing, witty, deeply romantic story about what happens when the woman who has everything discovers the one thing money can’t buy—and the man brave enough to make her earn it. Above Love is a standalone contemporary romance with heat, humor, zero cheating, a hard-won HEA, and a dog who steals every scene she’s in.

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.