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The Symbols of Hope and Victory by AuthorDGaster
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
08 May 2026
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“My Quirk… Is Never Giving Up!”
-Izuku Midoriya, Age 9Basically my attempt at a MHA rewrite done out of love for the series, where I step on a few butterflies and see how nutty things can get.
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15 Jun 2026
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Penny gets her second chance at redoing her life before everything went wrong.
This story is heavily inspire by KuroiHanabi.
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08 Jun 2026
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Forgehand on the Grand line by 1condor12
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga), Celestial Forge CYOA - Lord Roustabout, Jumpchain
03 Nov 2025
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This is a SI with the Celestial Forge inserted into the world of One Piece. Does not join the strawhats.
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30 Apr 2026
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Twins Valerie and Vincent were once an inseparable pair with dreams of becoming legends. Yet ambition and resignation against the powers that be had the two separate. Vincent disappeared to Atlanta while Valerie bent the knee to Arasaka. However the dice in Night City rolled and brought the twins back together. With both of their solo ventures in life failed, can their combined might be enough to conquer Night City?
Bookmarked by Ktay
27 Jan 2026
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The space between them was a canyon of unspoken things. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the room’s chill. She could hear the unsteady rhythm of his breathing, a telltale sign that his impeccable control had been, for once, compromised.
She turned onto her side to face him, though she could see nothing but a deeper blackness where he lay. Her hand, acting on its own volition, found his chest, her palm flat against the steady, rapid drumbeat of his heart. The muscle beneath was hard and unyielding, but the heart within hammered against her hand like a trapped bird.
“You are not a nothing in this bed,” she whispered, the words a direct challenge to his earlier statement. Her thumb moved, a slow, deliberate stroke against the fabric of his tunic, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath.
“This is not nothing. This is something.”
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01 Jan 2026
