《Cute but Deadly(Tails.ExexFem!reader)》0:Info
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Name:Y/N the A/T
Age:16
Has (h/l)(f/c) hair and (f/c) fur, and wears a (s/f/c) button up short sleeve shirt with a (f/c) skirt with (t/f/c) googles on her head and (t/f/c) boots and gloves.
Height:5'1"
Friends: Amy Rose,Sonic,Miles'Tails'Prower, Knuckles,Shadow,Blaze,Sliver,and Cream
Enemies:Eggman ,also known as to y/n,Eggbitch,EggSh*t,Fatass
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t/f/c=Third Favorite Color
s/f/c=Second Favorite Color
f/c=Favorite Color
h/l=Hair Length
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Ages of Characters:
Sonic.Exe:18 5'9"
Tails/Tails.Exe:16 5'7"
Knuckles.Exe: 20 6'1"
Amy.Exe:18. 5'2"
Shadow:18 5'10"
Sliver:17. 5'8"
Blaze.Exe:16. 5'3"
Infinite:17. 6'3"
Cheese: 8 3'1"
Metal sonic: unknown 5'10"
Sark:21 5'10"
Chris:14. 4'10"
Sark Cream:12 4'8"
Metal knuckles:unknown 6'2"
Gadget.Exe:15. 5'0
Drift:16. 5'4"
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The Lady's Handbook of Intrigue and Murder (High Fantasy Politics)
Summary:The daughter of a dying house is summoned to the Imperial City to meet and perhaps marry a handsome prince. It sounds like a fairy tale. Except Mydea doesn’t have the advantage of a half-forgotten childhood encounter, supreme magic to match the highest echelons of society, or even the privilege of an ally. In order to survive and make a name for herself, she must beat the Imperial Court at its own game. At least no one's tried to kill her—yet. Notes: Basically, if you liked the magic of Harry Potter and the politics of Game of Thrones, you'll probably like this. While the first book focuses on the female lead, and the interplay of competing regional and imperial interests, subsequent books will also cover warfare and how I imagine that differs wildly from historical norms with the introductions of a magical aristocracy. Updates every Mon / Thurs / SatAdvance Chapters available on my Patreon [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
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Hell's Dungeon
What happens when we die? Unfortunately no one knows... except for those who die. One lucky soul happened to land on the wheel of fate to transfer to his new role, a dungeon core. Virtually immortal, beacons for life and adventure with the gifts to play god, a dungeon core is one of the most coveted choices for reincarnation. But will our new Dungeon survive its first year? Survive or die, one thing can be assured. There will be Hell to pay.
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The Last Journey
A slice of life litrpg story... or is it? It's burning slow, though. Moving on: War comes with a great cost. Lives and time wasted for most part. One could either be run with sword, be poisoned, be bowed, and sometimes meet their end with just a tiny speck of wood. With magic, it becomes even more colorful. From lightning, to worse poison, to hovering rocks, to weird bladed leaves, to whipping roots, and to a lot more odd things easily reasoned with magic. A wonderful creation. But once used to something more than wonder, more than tricks to gather laughs, it becomes worse. War becomes worse. For there is not only blood to be spilled. A particular town almost met the same end. Soldiers geared with swrords and bows came with mounts. Horses burning lush grasses as it cracked boulders and the soil alike with every step. The kind that only war ones could ever do. Even strange wheeled creations that oozed danger were towed, loaded with something meant to destroy. But not once had they acted upon what such devices should've done, nor what an an army is supposed to do. Siege never occurred, as much as a command to war. No. Magic existed so a simple little fire is all the worth the town has. No sword drawn, no arrows nocked, nothing. Just some mana spent and through the ash they march. That was how Nudius saw her end. It came not even as a surprise. She didn't have the moment to fully register what occurred before she found herself in an empty dark space. Life lost, time spent. All from a fire that had not even touched her. But she knew very well that it was magic. Something she wished to have and strived for to have. Yet it seemed that none of it would matter now. Nudius was well aware of what the color around meant, of the odd situation, of the unfeeling state of her being. It was death and that was it. She didn't have to worry or dream further. Although there wasn't what she truly wanted in what death to her is, but at least, Nudius was comforted to what she believed death is. Rest. But little did she know there's something more than that empty space. It wasn't only the promise of rest, but was also more than she could ever hope for. Another chance at life. Another chance to dream. ***Tags are there just in case. You never know! Umm... HI-MI-TSU. Story blurb+: This is slow burn, quite slice of life story about a girl learning magic. All the while as she fatten herself up. So yeah, progression fantasy. But there's Litrpg! Numbers! Magic! Spells! And of course! There's something more. But read on ahead, please. Oh yes. Plot! There is, too. Disclaimer: The cover isn't made by me. Just layered it with a text. I got it from a free website, if I correctly recall. I'll see to it. (Haven't worked on it.)
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Lightfall 4: Darkest Sinlight
Darkness descends over Ardjia, that newly discovered beautiful gemlike planet and its many hundreds of starlane jump points that the Syndicate, the Identic, and Ardjia herself are all too willing to commit murder to control. What is the darkest sin of a world of dark energy users? Where blood is the currency of truth, of power, of life itself, where living sacrifices have their hearts ripped out and offered to the gods atop ancient pyramids, what could possibly be considered a dark blasphemy? Lord Lightfall and the undisputed King of Sunset Highland face their own darkest sins while trying to stay alive and bring the dark ka culture of Ardjia up out of the gravity well and out into the Intergalactic Identic all the while trying to maintain a bit of integrity amidst an array of awful choices whose consequences may come to affect millions on Ardjia if not billions throughout the Identic.
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Ode to Freud
For those who do not understand the reference, "wish fulfillment" is before anything a term created by Sigmund Freud in the 1900's. In psychology it is a state of satisfying unconscious needs and desires by the use of fantasy and delusion. In literature it is the very base of fictional work, but also the name of a style of writing where the author sacrifices the key elements of good storytelling in order to fulfill his own psychopathic, neurotic or perverse needs and desires, usually through the use of the characters in weird and forced situations. What I meant by the title of this story is that it is a trashy, badly written, shitty story about me getting some wish fulfillment by the use of some characters and a fictional world of my creation. Not the good kind of fulfillment, since my wishes are of the bad kind and I intend to fulfill those, not yours. Also, being a total amateur and not writing a proper plot before starting are two big indicators that this story is going to go bad. I guess Royal Road call this kind of stories the "Mary Sue" kind. So, unless you are a very ugly piece of trash (at least as much as I am) don’t bother reading it. Now, if you ARE messed up on the level of a clinically depressive, lightly suicidal, lolicon/shotacon aligned morbidly obese hikikomori vermin who sold his virginity to a prostitute and is currently living at the costs of his widowed mother after expending all the money he got from his father’s inheritance, all the while masturbating furiously to beast/furry dickgirl hentai, then be welcomed. Please feel free to get a serving at my antidepressants and also at the canned tuna I have stored in the fridge. There may be some cheese somewhere, and I am pretty sure I bought some juice the other day, but I have no idea where it is. Anyway. You may dislike what I write because of all the amauteur(ish) writing, or you may not. Who knows. Give it a try and write a comment. It gets lonely writing to no one. Also, feel free to grant me inspiration not only by making comments about the world and/or characters, but specially by suggesting a music for me to listen while I write the next chapter. Be warned : I do get influenced easily by the background music I listen while writing. If you exist, of course. I'm seriously doubting anyone has read anything after the "lolicon hikikomori" thing. Also, I have a tiny dick.Just so you can feel better about yourself a little more. Or maybe I have just degraded psychologically a little more and now I am into shame-play. I wonder if the psychiatrist would increase my meds a bit if I told her about it.Hope I never get to penispanick, though! Self-mutilation, especially of the castration type, would be baaaad. After all, I do like my prostitutes. And having sex with them when I can afford it. Oh, yeah, the story. I will just write the first chapter in a few moments.Until later, b(i)each.
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the house on 45th street
it was just a normal summer day. when everything went hey ware. me and my friends try to leave but we end up in the creepiest place on earth. there are 6 of us...will anyone survive.
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