Ugly Betty Fanfic

A young man sets out to build the strongest guild in existence, crimson blade held close to hip. Scars littered his body, each one telling its own story as he walked forward alone, rejecting companionship, desiring only strength. Weighed down by his past and unable to move on, this is the story of how a single man led a wave that toppled the very world. Or at least, until people began appearing all over the various worlds, beings that didn't belong in their priper universes. Now, confused on what was happening, this same young man and unlikely allies are tasked with returning everyone home by any means necessary. Or face the Wave Of Crimson that will wipe all of reality. //Thought it'd be interesting to switch things up and bring other anime characters into a fantasy world instead of the usual isekai. The first two characters are Sakura Haruno (Naruto) and Noelle Silva (Black Clover). They'll appear around Chapter 11 or 12. Patre0n.com/ShadowDrev Twitch.tv/shadowdr3v https://discord.com/invite/39PmeFK Goal: $0/$900

Author: Sunny (Vietnamese name: Ánh Dương) Co-writer: Rich (Vietnamese name: Giàu) Translated by: Rich & ChatGPT (OpenAI) Synopsis: Lê and Sơn are reborn-this time into an era of peace and progress. Yes, there's a romance arc. The two protagonists are inspired by the short novel "Different Skies" ("Những vùng trời khác nhau") by Vietnamese author Nguyễn Minh Châu. We highly recommend reading the original work for full context and emotional depth. This fanfic is available in both Vietnamese and English-perfect for anyone looking to practice reading in either language. Stay tuned for the English version, which will be added to the description once it's published! Some notes from the Authors: If you spot any mistakes-please let us know. Seriously. The first few chapters are set during wartime, so some historical or technical inaccuracies might slip through. Feel free to nitpick and help us improve! This is our very first novel, and we're truly hoping for a warm welcome from readers. Thank you, thank you, thank you. (Some sections were refined with the help of AI to smooth out the language and narrative.)

Summoning America version 1 has been discontinued. I may produce a completely new story but with the same title, some time in the future. in the meantime, please check out my other works on RoyalRoad by googling "Manifest Fantasy" or "Arcane Exfil" -- -- Entirely cut off from Earth, the United States finds itself in a scientific impossibility: the entire country, including the continental landmass and separated states and territories, was transported to another world. Unlike Earth, this new planet boasts phenomena unknown to science. Magic reigns supreme in this new region of the universe, bolstered by the natives' own scientific progression. Monsters roam wastelands and dungeons, subsisting off unfortunate travelers, local fauna, and sometimes even entire towns! Ambassador Samuel Anders is tasked with contacting the various nations and entities of this new world. Despite his best attempts at diplomacy, the arrogance and hostility of the natives prove to be an unnavigable barrier. War is the only alternative. Eventually, fears surface regarding an ancient evil: the Vexomir Empire. How will the United States handle the threats of this new neighborhood? What magical wonders will its adventurous citizens find? This Summoning Japan inspired work will follow the United States as it is summoned to a New World. The story will begin with the United States’ initial encounter with the Cassius continent.

I been thinking of writing fanfics, so here are some ideas I had. If I start writing it will be about these ideas.

A young tensura fan who had just reached adulthood immediately finds the current stage in his life to be overwhelming. And as if fate decided to be cruel, he met an early end. He despaired at the thought of the rest of his existence forever residing in an unknown Void, but as he was about to force himself to accept his eternal fate, he regained his sense of touch. It felt unfamiliar, but yet he knew he touched something. He lived once more but no longer as a child of Man, but now as a monster, specifically the weakest race, a slime. he came to realize that he reincarnated in his favorite isekai, "Tensura," as the third Tempest sibling alongside side Rimuru and Veldora. Such an opportunity would be a dream come true, and it was for our protagonist, but this gift came with a few strings attached. he will also come to realize that living in a fantasy world that holds lots of monsters, demons, and gods that want to kill you isn't actually that fun to be in especially for someone who has a mind of an anxious oddball This is a crosspost story all under the same account name Normosu. avaliable in Wattpat and Archive of our own This is a tensura fan-made project that has no association with the "thattimeigotreincarnatedasaslime" franchise which is officially made and owned by Fuse, please support the official realizes.

free fanfic ideas yall can take

WARNING: -Expect drama while reading this, please be patient with me. It'll make sense even if it seems it doesn't. - a lot of swearing/cursing - MATURE CONTENT(kids you were warned) - Gore -GXG/WLW/BXB/LGBT+(just the gays, so homophobes, respectfully... begone please) -Forms of abuse from mental, physical, SA, etc. (It may be mentioned as someone's past or present) - THIS IS AN AU, AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. Certain events might change or would not happen or have happened. Some pairings will have changes. Some facts about the story or the characters might change (Honestly, it's because I'm too lazy to research and watch it all over again) -English isn't my first language, so you will see misspellings and grammatical errors, I might or might not go back to edit them later on. -the frequency of chapter uploads depends on the mood really, so you might get more than one chapter a week or just one. Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, EVERYTHING ABOUT IT, STORY AND THE CHARACTERS OF IT BELONGS TO THE ORIGINAL CREATOR OR OWNER OF IT, THE ONLY THING I OWN ARE MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. I DO NOT OWN THE SONGS THAT WILL BE INCLUDED IN THIS STORY, THEY BELONG TO THEIR ORIGINAL CREATORS (did I do that right?) AN: This is a wish-fulfillment thing. I ran out of stories to read about Twilight, so I made one of my own. I'm not earning anything from this, I still have this boring job and responsibilities in real life, so please don't... please don't pressure me and be mean. For those who are wondering why I even published it here, it's because I wanted to motivate myself to continue the story. Thinking that there may be people wanting me to continue this as well. Basically, means I just don't want to end up forgetting about this. ~~~ This is a story of a woman who was forcefully reincarnated to another world. She was just working, kept thinking of just disappearing, and not existing. The usual shit that sadly a lot of people also think like this. Waking up every day, feeling shit because, well... I woke up. Seeing all this, a ROB plucked my soul out of my body, and just killed my healthy(not healthy, bitch be living like no tomorrow with the junk food and smoking) body and forced me to reincarnate, refusing my original wish to just disappear into oblivion! Told me I should be grateful to be alive and some shit that sounded like a 'live, laugh, love' type of culty thing. Woke up in a hellish situation, don't know which universe he shoved me in, just a clue that it was from one of the things I liked, but that didn't help to narrow it down aa, I liked a lot of stuff... Some weird too... Continued to suffer my hell for a while, cursing and begging the ass face for the sweet release of death and hopefully meet the guy again so I can punch him in the nuts, and suddenly the door opened and when I saw who it was, I now knew where I was. 'F***ing twilight?!'

David was not born in the shinobi world - he was forged into it. Transmigrated from a world of chaos and pressure, he arrives in the era before Naruto with no memory, only instincts and a blade humming with a will of its own. While others mold chakra passed down through bloodlines and clans, David generates his own energy- raw, infinite, unshaped. With the guidance of the sword spirit and a power system alien to the shinobi nations, David awakens 'Human Generator' and 'Converter', forging strength not through tradition but through relentless refinement. As he learns to manipulate force, harvest essence, and convert battle into growth, he begins to alter the fabric of the world around him. But this world isn't kind to those who don't belong. And the more David grows, the more the balance shifts. Hidden villages begin to take notice. Shinobi sense something wrong - something powerful. Something impossible. And David? He doesn't want to conquer the world. He wants to redefine it.

There was an itch in her pants. Ever since the party was over, the itch didn't seem to go away. --------------------------- Focuses mostly on anal and other fun times in Slime (Tenshura) ranging from vanilla to not so vanilla.

A list of randomly put together messy fanfic ideas I've thought about.

In the boundless expanse of the Primordial Chaos, where continents drift like leaves in a storm, a soul awakens. Zi Xia, once a formidable Taiyi Stage expert from the Immortal Heaven Continent, finds himself reborn in the Mortal Realm, memories fragmented, emotions dulled. His world, torn asunder by ancient grudges, left him with only a name and a burning instinct to survive.

Hi... I've been reading fanfiction for a long time. It gives me time to think about stories I'd like to read, but I don't have the time or talent to write a good story. So I figured, why not post some ideas and see if anyone is interested in developing them or discussing them in the comments?

Bro, the title says everything you need to know. I basically put everything I hate in fanfics in this one. TW: Not for the weak minded Ps: I don't own anything

Dude Dies. He then Gets reincarnated and the rest is history

just a bunch of ideas I've had hidden in the debts of my mind. might even inspire new people, who knows. but that's just a theory, a book theory.

THE UGLY TRUTH: PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT HEADLINE: WALMART SPANISH TO VATICAN SECRETS—AMERICA'S CULTURAL MELTDOWN BREAKING NEWS: Our investigative team has uncovered America's most pressing crisis—people speaking Walmart inventory Spanish while pretending they're fluent. Sources confirm if it's not on a flashcard, they can't roll their R's. LIVE COVERAGE: While gringos remain stuck in aisle 5 asking "¿Quiere una bolsa?" and praying no one responds too quickly, George Lopez continues selling out shows despite having fewer Netflix viewers than San Quintín has tomatoes. Cultural experts describe his last punchline at the Harris rally as "drier than a Baja wheat harvest." SPECIAL REPORT: RELIGIOUS HYPOCRISY REACHES NEW HEIGHTS VATICAN INSIDER: If the Pope ever opened the blinds instead of cherry-picking scripture, perhaps his staff would finally rise again—just in time for altar boys to get off their knees. Meanwhile, Monica Lewinsky has logged more knee time than Sunday mass, but at least she's honest about her worship practices. SHOCKING REVELATION: Santa only comes once a year, unlike Vatican priests who never stop delivering. Religious scholars note the difference between consensual spooning and non-consensual forking remains unclear in most theological texts. URGENT UPDATE: CELEBRITY MELTDOWNS AND POLITICAL FAILURES Nancy Pelosi won't do herself sober, and nobody else will do her drunk, according to Beltway insiders. Meanwhile, Liam Neeson's filmography continues its slide toward PG-13, much like America's cultural standards. DEVELOPING STORY: Tesla owners and MS-13 members reportedly share one common trait: they both demand attention, though one group is significantly more honest about their intentions. THE UGLY TRUTH: THE TAKEAWAY From Walmart Spanish to Vatican secrets, from political failures to celebrity meltdowns—America's cultural identity crisis continues unabated. If you can't tell California from Baja, or consensual from "con ¢ lul wa," perhaps it's time to admit we're all just stumbling through life, pretending to understand more than we do. Whether you're selling your dignity for $69 or just trying to figure out who "vin" really is, remember: the truth will eventually tell your face, even if your face isn't ready to hear it. That's the Ugly Truth. No filter, all facts. #WalmartSpanish #VaticanSecrets #GeorgeLopezShade #PelosiProblems #CulturalConfusion

Pokemon fan gets isekai'd to the Pokemon world as a little girl. Join Dr. Fuji's apparently successful clone, as she explores this mishmash of Pokemon media.

The Ugly Truth: Elon, Trump, and theTurtle Parade Everyone calls Elon Musk a genius—rockets, cars, social media empires—but when it comes to privacy rights, he acts like he owns everyone’s privates. Maybe that’s why he bought Twitter—he thought “X” marked the spot! And that’s the ugly truth. He can silence your right to speak, but when it comes to getting things to actually work, his rockets aren’t the only things that have trouble launching. He’s got more false starts than a turtle in a marathon. And that’s the ugly truth. When your ex-wife’s an actress, has zero social media, and is a complete ghost online, it’s probably because Elon’s making sure she can’t be heard—not just seen. And that’s the ugly truth. It’s ironic Elon Musk and Trump are such buddies—Trump acts like he’s got a little boy crush on Elon just because he plays with rockets. But the only thing actually benefiting from their friendship is good TV—two egos, one reality show, and a lot of airtime. Watching them is like seeing two turtles race—slow, awkward, and somehow still entertaining. And that’s the ugly truth. Trump’s not Orphan Annie, but with those Daddy Issues, he’s got more in common with Daddy Warbucks than he thinks. Maybe if Warbucks and Trump stopped stroking their egos, checked their brain cells, and quit whispering to their billionaire buddies, they’d finally see the CIA’s got their ear—and maybe, just maybe, get over their crap and check the video feed before another pie hits their face. And that’s the ugly truth. Elon and Trump: proof you can reach for the stars, miss the point, and still end up on primetime! And that’s the ugly truth. Elon Musk claims he’s the smartest guy alive, but honestly, his brain cells run on TikTok squirrel energy—no wonder he only speaks bird. Maybe he’s just bitter Marilyn Monroe wanted a baby with the real Einstein, not this wannabe tech emperor. Meanwhile, Matthew Gray Gubler’s about to star as Einstein’s great-grandson on CBS—at least Gubler has a better shot at being Einstein reincarnated than Elon ever will. With a middle name like Reeve instead of Gray, Elon’s already missing that genius spark. Half the time he talks, I get amnesia like Anastasia—except instead of losing my memory, I just want to forget his tweets. And that’s the ugly truth. Elon loves comparing himself to Roman emperors, but here’s the kicker: those statues have small penises because the ancients believed a small package meant a bigger brain. Who came up with that? Probably some ancient a**hole with a serious attitude problem—sound familiar? Yet even with all that ego-stroking, Elon’s still a bigger dick than any marble emperor, and at least their statues didn’t tweet chaos every day. So remember, “big brain, small package” was never meant for Elon—it’s just his ego that’s bigger than his Wi-Fi glitches. He’s the turtle of tech—slow to learn, quick to tweet. And that’s the ugly truth. Elon’s the kind of guy who’d build a rocket to Mars, forget the fuel, and blame the turtle for not moving fast enough. And that’s the ugly truth. Trump and Elon together are like a turtle on a skateboard—looks wild, goes nowhere, and you know someone’s about to wipe out. And that’s the ugly truth. Elon says he’s a free speech absolutist, but blocks more people than a turtle dodging traffic. And that’s the ugly truth. If Elon’s brainpower were a turtle race, he’d still be at the starting line, tweeting about how he’s already won. And that’s the ugly truth. Trump thinks he’s the king of deals, but the only thing he’s ever closed is his own social media account—slower than a turtle on dial-up. And that’s the ugly truth. Elon’s so obsessed with being a visionary, he probably dreams of turtles with jetpacks—too bad his rockets land about as gracefully as a turtle on ice. And that’s the ugly truth. When it comes to innovation, Elon’s ideas move at turtle speed, but his ego moves at light speed. And that’s the ugly truth.

Being bullied and called an 'ugly duckling' all her life in school, Griselda hides her artistic talents and develops low self-esteem but when Barbie arrives, their friendship forces her to face new challenges and herself.

might be a strain Dead fic read at your own risk

When fire rains from the heavens, Alaric, a solitary mysterious wanderer saves an old woman and is struck down by a celestial blaze. He awakens not in afterlife, but in a world forever changed. Marked by a divine seal, Alaric learns he has been chosen as a contender in a brutal contest: to determine the next God of War.

---------------------------------------------------- Danmachi fanfic with other works mixed in.

So, I found myself wanting to make people sad by writing sad Haikyuu shorts on discord, so here it is!

This is a fanfic about Vox Akuma and Shoto/Shxtou. Story: After meeting for the first time, Vox and Shoto develop a relationship which blossoms to more than friendship. But before that, they decide to help each other out. Shoto helps Vox defend his new castle while Shoto starts his own guild in Vox's vicinity. !Slow development! A relationship needs time so I don't want to rush too much. Side Note: I plan on including every Luxiem member in this fanfic. Maybe I will also include Noctyx or other nijisanji members, but I'm not sure if that would be too much for a voxto fanfic. I'm open for any suggestions though :D - I don't own the cover image. I got it from here https://twitter.com/wooood__

what will happen if an unknown dissipating soul from an alternate universe of ours travel through space and time and possess the dead body of Momo, in an AU of MHA? Everything goes to the creator of MHA, I do not own anything but some concepts and ideas presented in the story. this story is for fun, so stability of updates is chaos. this was written with A.I, as I am too lazy to proof read and create plot ideas. chat gpt for the win for laziness! this is my first time writing, so luckily a.i is a thing, or the story may be filled with plot holes and bad spelling. this involves mentions of genderbender, maybe dark elements in the story, and there is a plot twists in the story.