smiling critters fanfiction

A tale of betrayal, lies and love. SeJun University is like a jungle. Everyone belongs to a clan, a group or club. The groups leaders hate each other more than anything and it's obvious to guess why.Their one mission , conquer the school and make everyone obey them. The question is how far are they willing to go to achieve this goal Falling in love is easy even with your enemy but choosing your heart when things go south is probably the thin line that defines true love. When you come to this school, one thing is for certain. Trust no one.. Even close Friends tie hatchets over each other's heads . Lovers break their own hearts just to survive.. Being a someone in this school is like walking around with a dart board when everyone is trying to hit the bulll s eye..

Nothing much just a fanfic AU where midoria has a quirk however his quirk is that he could summon and revive the dead smiling critters from poppy playtime. First time writing this fanfic so hope you got some advice for me to improve my writing and do not read my second fanfic I publish. ( kinda regret writing mha: magical bulleta ) List of things that are in my fanfic. - Obviously no harem ( No offense I'm a bit sick of harem's. It's fine if the harem from a novel or fanfic is a bit unique and has good character's to root for. it's not fine if the harem is the same generic one's I read that treats woman like objects and fuck toys that the mc are oblivious too notice ) - No systems ( Don't get me wrong I like reading good systems it's just they kinda steal the fun in writing for me since if a character wanted answers the systems just give it to them without that character commiting much action to get it than just speaking it or typing it in there minds ) - Added power's ( I made sure that the smiling critters will have an edge when they transmigrate in mha. Cuteness ain't the only weapon they'll have )

"A school full of cover-ups, shady deals, secret projects, and potentially dangerous classmates. My oh my. God really does give his hardest battles to his strongest warriors. Well then let the rehabilitation begin!" A young priest said before his world would be flipped all the way on its head and leaving him in a situation he had never prepared for. Now, trapped with fifteen other teenagers, circumstances would force him to take centre stage and become the lead, the star, the shining hero nobody wanted, but the one they... need?

Aku tau Aku dilahirkan untuk membuat orang tersenyum dan bahagia. Yahh terkadang orang itu merasa risih didekatku dan memiliki jalur kebahagian bersama orang lain bukan bersamaku. Tetapi aku sangat peduli dengan pemuda ini, dia tampak berbeda saat dikamera dan saat diluar kamera, sepertinya dia menyimpan sesuatu kenangan pahit yang harus dia telan sendiri. Apa aku harus menolongnya? Karena kelihatanya dia membutuhkan seseorang yang mengerti dia.

Among the many floor guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, one stands apart in both demeanor and origin: Sans, the Skeletal Trickster. Unlike the other guardians forged for grandeur or cruelty, Sans was created by the enigmatic Supreme Being W. G. Gaster, whose mind bent toward experiments few could comprehend. Conceived as a fusion of laziness and lethality, Sans was not designed to dominate through raw power alone, but to test intruders’ resolve with cunning, patience, and unrelenting wit. Though outwardly aloof—lounging at his post, making bad puns, and feigning disinterest—Sans hides frightening insight and a mastery of space-warping abilities. His bone magic and “Gaster Blasters” make him an unpredictable opponent, while his eerie awareness being an npc sets him apart even among Nazarick’s loyal servants. To the other guardians, he is both an oddity and an enigma—mocked for his sloth, yet respected for the quiet threat he embodies. To Ainz, he represents a curious relic of another Supreme Being’s eccentric genius, a tool both useful and dangerous if underestimated. In the grand halls of Nazarick, Sans is the floor guardian who greets intruders with a grin, a pun, and—if they persist—a glimpse of the merciless violence lurking behind his laid-back smile.

Bunta Akimichi, the man who always has a jolly smile on his face, whose laugh and smile tend to have others start smiling as well. He is a giant of a man two heads above anyone else. Is a foodie like any other Akimichi clansman. Wishes to become a Jounin but during his exam things go awry. The rise of the Smiling Giant, starts from there.

The official second born son of a mighty Stark and an unshakable Tully. William Stark. Born after Robb Stark by a year but no doubt bigger and more menacing than his older sibling. The servants and maids referred to him as a wolf in human skin due to this menacing and wild nature as he seemed to wear a snarl wherever he went, his childish laughter sounding more like the chortling of a Hyena. Outside earshot of his mother and father, of course. William was a fast growing child. Already big for his age, he quickly learnt to crawl and walk five and seven months, respectively, after he was born. His first teeth were his canine-teeth and yet they looked like legitimate fangs. This is when the nickname 'Young Wolf' truly began to set in. But the young Stark was unbothered by this nor was he self-conscious about it. Instead, he turned his attentions toward books. Learning and reading, reading and learning, until he was old enough to begin practicing with a weapon. His large physique and superior control shone through - he was a once in a lifetime genius in combat. But this was also a result of one major thing: He was a reincarnated person. And he knew where he was. Westeros. He knew who his family were and what they'd become: Dead. Like hell he's gonna let that happen. (A/N - Right, first off, I need to make this clear: Not everything will go the MCs way just because he's the MC. This is 'Game of Thrones'. People die. Characters that you don't want to die, will die. Important characters. But this time different characters will die because of the meddling and influence of the MC. This will sometimes be good and sometimes be bad. Why am I saying this now? Because I need you to know what you're about to get into, so you don't start complaining in the comments about how someone died or that the MC couldn't save someone. It happens and the MC will be strong but not omnipotent. No harem, either. That shit doesn't fit GoT so keep it out of here, yeah?)

a story I published on my Wattpad account made years ago :) thasmin x ouat crossover

Siblings Theo and Brooklyn were never meant to exist. Their mother was a mortal. Their father was a mere legend. Hidden by their mother, they live as any other mortal, with no interactions with SHIELD. Until it is uncovered their father is alive, he must sacrifice his life to save his children. As they are his cosmic mistakes.

In a universe ruled by gods, where power is inherited and fate is predetermined, a boy with no past and no name beyond whispers of mischief wanders the fiery realm. He has no lineage, no divine blessing—only an unshakable will and an aura that does not belong. When fate leads him to the gates of the Academy of Strength, he is denied the power that others wield so easily. Instead, he is trained in ways no other student is, taught lessons hidden from history, and introduced to truths that shake the very foundation of the divine order. But as the gods prepare for war and shadows begin to stir, the boy—Valieon—will soon realize that he is more than just an anomaly. He is a legend unspoken, a prophecy erased, a force that was never meant to exist. And the gods? They fear what should have remained a "myth"