ahsoka stays fanfic

All demons who have been in Hell 5 years or less get assigned a person to hover over until said person finally dies. This isn't to protect them; It's rather a little gesture that ensures that the person will go to Hell if that wasn't clear already. The most immoral people are typically who these demons get assigned to. Alaska, since she's only been in Hell for 2 years, is not happy in the slightest to have to go into the human world to poke and prod at some guy who's definitely going to Hell anyway. She doesn't see a point and thinks she's going to be bored to tears. But, upon meeting the man she's been assigned, and discovering they aren't so different, Alaska begins to think that this is going to be more entertaining than she anticipated....

a gay guy died then he chose to be in the world of ahs, what's he gonna do well let's find out

I'm Freddy. Or Michael Afton. Or maybe, I'm just the machine they made me into. We didn't belong here. But the world cracked open - and now, we stand beside the Demon Slayer Corps, the legendary Hashiras who burn demons to ash. Their eyes are full of suspicion. Their swords are always drawn. And yet... here we are, cyborgs and Hashiras, chained by fate. "Stay back, you damn machine!" "You think you can fight like us, metal boy?" "We've survived worse." I smirk. "Try me." Blood, steel, scars. Our pasts collide in battlefields drenched with crimson light. We are bound by guilt, by loss, by the weight of names we no longer speak. They don't know we once had families, that we once bled. But maybe... just maybe... they'll understand what we've become.

Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, I woke up in a grimy alley that reeked of piss and garbage, staring at a massive billboard. Homelander's perfect smile beamed down at me, those dead blue eyes promising protection while radiating menace.

His eyes glowed a bright red as the human screamed as loud as he could under water. Phantom's teeth were razor sharp, sharper than any shark in the ocean, making it easy for him to tear off the chunk of meat from the human's body. Blood flowed into Phantom's mouth like melted dark chocolate, and it tasted more delicious than anyone he's ever consumed. Cover is fanart for this fic by JUSTAFAYZ PitchPearl.... sort of... they are never the same person. Don’t know what to call that.

Damian Xavier,a former pro-gamer one day suddenly found himself in the world of a famous VRMMORPG.What? Is this real? How did I get here?

~1Chapter a Day~ Reborn into the dangerous MCU with Golden Finger.. ___________________________

Makoto Yuki is free... Elizabeth has succeeded in her mission to liberate him from the Great Seal, breaking the chains of his sacrifice. But reunion and rest are fleeting—something has gone terribly wrong in a parallel world where the Kirijo Group’s fatal mistake has manifested anew, twisted into something far more sinister. A new Sea of Souls beckons. Strange yet familiar faces emerge—new confidants with untold stories, old allies caught in the currents of fate, and an enigmatic enemy whose darkness rivals even the Fall. The stakes are higher, the consequences graver. Now he needs to be the Messiah once more, Makoto must traverse this new reality and fight not just to save the world... but to finally live his new life, for the one he gave everything to protect.

The given text is a story about a group of metamorphs who lived for over two thousand years and had the ability to transform into different humans. They were heroes who protected the world, but humans were ungrateful, which made the metamorphs dislike them and not get involved with them for a century. However, they were forced to transform into humans to stop a high school student named Ophelia who wanted to rule the world using her powers. The metamorphs transformed into an unknown house and had to beg humans to take them in as they couldn't use their powers in human form. They eventually convinced a man named Carlo to act as their relative and help them get admitted into Hatton's High school where Ophelia was attending. They tried to make friends with her friends but failed, so they decided to trick Ophelia by telling her that they were metamorphs and had a way for her to rule the world. Ophelia was skeptical at first but believed them after Starlette used her powers on a boy. She asked for their help in gaining powers to rule the world, but they made her forget about ruling the world using their powers. However, rumors about them being monsters spread, and they had no choice but to leave the school and return to the shape shifters kingdom. The story ends with people still expecting the metamorphs even after centuries have passed. The story is fictional as metamorphs never existed.

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?