《Señorita: Carmen Sandiego Oneshots♡︎》The Stranger (Carmen x Male!Reader)
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Rise of Nightflower
Cover art kindly done by SkitzoPhrenicOriginally from Earth, former best-selling author Su Qingcheng is murdered by her lover. She reincarnates into a new land, the Liandou Continent, where strength reigns supreme and law of the jungle is all that matters. Though a genius, Su Qingcheng loses everything in a freak accident. Forced to endure humiliation and hardship, the youth now strives to fix her broken body, make a glorious comeback, and even make her way to the pinnacle of existence. All this with just a necklace her mother gifted to her the day after the accident!Join Su Qingcheng on her struggle to be the best!
8 78Song of Creation: The Legacy
Aurelius Obscurus Lux. The first species of Obscurus Lux to be ever created in the entirety of the universe. He is alone in the universe, a clean slate, the only existence without a pair. But even still, he pushes forward, trying to find a meaning to his lonely life, especially the meaning of his name. Half the world hates him, while the other half finds him a curiosity that has never been seen before.His life goes into an unexpected turn of events, when Symphonia gives him a sacred task, a task that no being has ever been given. To travel the universe, collect the divine energy, and bring it all back to her. The question is, why him? Why not someone else who is more qualified, mainly because the danger behind such a grandiose task could lead to his death, and where evil thrives in the darkest reaches of the universe. Follow his adventure as he grows up and blooms into adulthood.
8 126I'm Always Talking to Myself
My name is Zach. I’m a typical bland featureless protagonist type. The kind of guy who has purposefully few defining characteristics so that people can project whatever they want on me. Like Luke from Star Wars or what’s her name from Twilight. Most main characters are like me. Kind of flavorless blank slates because we all secretly doubt that we’re Harrison Ford, but pretty much anyone could be Mitt Romney. Yep. Yes indeed, I do spend basically my entire life running an internal dialog to no one. Usually I’m imagining that there are people listening. Like maybe philosophers from Ancient Greece, or researchers from another planet who act suspiciously like the characters from that Instagram comic with the aliens. Stupid Instagram comedians stealing my internal monologue and turning into a wildly successful enterprise which I would imagine has a vibrant merch dropshipping arm and hundreds of thousands of daily dopamine hits for loyal followers. I basically spend all of my time explaining random things to imaginary people (and aliens, and animals, and household items which have inexplicably gained sentience and frankly have some concerns about this whole existence thing). Honestly, it’s both highly entertaining to me, in that it makes me think about why we humans do all of the bizarre things that we do, but also horrifically exhausting and kind of makes you feel like you’re either, worst cast, losing your grip on reality, or best case, becoming Abed from Community. Anyway, I’m sure that I have some distinguishing characteristics, but, in the interest of hypnotic suggestion I’m choosing to omit them until I’m pretty sure that you have subconsciously come to identify with me, or until I feel like it. (By the way, in case I forgot to mention it, a higher power called Aww Thor or something told me to say that this is a slice-of-life comedy adventure and that it's set in a fantasy world with isekai and LitRPG elements.)
8 75Aristocratic Avenue
Andrew had a pretty simple life plan: write LitRPG fiction, make a boatload of cash, and... well, he'd figure out what he actually wanted to do with the cash once he'd gotten it. But things haven't worked out quite as he'd hoped. After dozens of failed LitRPG serial attempts and countless thousands of words written, he's found himself pushing forty and broke, living alone in a crappy apartment.But when the platform upon which he publishes his work, Aristocratic Avenue, gains sentience, he and his fellow writers suddenly finds themselves transported to a playground of its own making, a place where there are no rules except the ones the authors have imposed upon themselves through their own writing. Spawned in pods of three, they will need to work together to figure out just what the darned heck they're supposed to be doing and how to get the goodness gracious out of there.In Andrew's pod are the bossy and enigmatic Margeaux Sinclair, crossover erotica/LitRPG author who immediately demands increasingly kinky sex from the hapless Andrew in order to level up. There's also teenager Zachary, who is rather regretting his choice to write about a world populated only by the undead. Turns out, it's kinda hard to talk when your lips are rotting off.Armed only with his skills of Deduction and Investigation and an inspirational mug he managed to bring along with him from home, Andrew is determined to answer one question:What the ever-loving blessed little heart?!---This is a blow-off-steam hobby project, and I can't tell you how often it'll update as it's dependent on my regular work. But I hope you enjoy it regardless!
8 115Nico di Angelo x Reader Oneshots
Hello, (Y/n)! In this book of oneshots, YOU are the main character. And it looks like a certain son of Hades has taken an interest in you *wink wink*
8 77Work Song ✩ Ivar The Boneless
𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅...#1 Ragnar. VIKINGS. CASHMERE SHEEP © 2019
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