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It feels like the Worm fandom doesn’t have enough happy stories— a trend I won’t deny I definitely have some part in adding to— so here you go. A little Christmas tale inspired by and written for the most important woman in my life. I love you @keighthundred, Merry Christmas! Special thanks to...

It would not be inaccurate to say that Coil was, in a general sense, mostly unafraid of other capes. Oh, he acknowledged that there were few of them he could take in a straight-up physical confrontation, but by and large he was convinced he was smart enough to avoid a straight up physical...

Spacing Out On Staryu! "Hello! Welcome to the Bay Gym! I'm Vista, Junior Circuit Gym Leader, and I specialize in Water-types, though I'm sure you already knew that. You're a challenger, right?" The girl that professes to be your opponent for this match-to-be is incredibly short. You imagine...

Ugh, what time is it? I feel like crap. I moved my hands across the… sand? That's not right. I put my palms on the ground and lifted myself up. I got to my knees and began to open my eyes. I had to blink away the droopiness and waited about a minute for my neurons to get warmed up like a car on...

Taylor could still remember that day with perfect clarity. The day when she lost any hope that people would help her, that someone would stand up and defend her from her oppressors. The day when she lost faith in heroes. It had been only a little over a week since she'd returned to school...

THE SPECIMEN ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Homelander was uneasy. It was a rare emotion on a perfect being such as him, yet as he flew over the Mediterranean sea, the sun racing to catch up to him over the horizon, he felt it all the same. He loved flight...

She had done it. It was not an easy task, nor was it without sacrifice, but finally a monster was dead. Unfortunately, Khepri found herself in a unfortunate situation. For now, it was her own time to die. As all heroes must do and embrace their blackest yet unavoidable fate. The woman...

She doesn't really remember why she left. That's the thing-- you'd think she'd remember. That there would have been one terrible moment where she thought, I have to get out of here. It's too awful to live here, I have to leave. But the very nature of her dad meant that of course there wasn't...

Thraxa - The Edge Of The Milky Way 100,000 light-years from Earth Time: Unknown Planet Thraxa was not always the barren, desolate wasteland it is today. Once, Thraza had been a lush, bountiful multi-biome world, and home to a race of beings derivatively known as the Thraxans. The Thraxans...

"The human animal is a beautiful and terrible creature, capable of limitless compassion and unfathomable cruelty." A being of immense power gazes upon a blue world one final time preparing to leave. When life has slipped behind this isolation Cruelty and hatred have become The cause of those...

Authors Note: *Hello Everyone! After years of trying and countless failed attempts, I'm so happy to finally be to post my very first fanfic! Even if it's of something that's a little obscure. Yin Yang Yo was one of my favorite shows as a kid, and while it was popular on Jetix back in the...

Progress. What is Progress, how does one have it and what can it do? How can progress go forward in this world where children are killed by monsters that lurk beneath the shadows, and the ones that fly high above it? How can one dream of doing anything when the good is unrewarding and the...

“Alright class!” Gladly tried— and failed, to no great surprise— to capture the attention of his audience. Sophia couldn’t give a damn, that much was certain. She was still riding the high of her and Emma’s success, just minutes earlier. She swore that if she really focused she could hear the...

"Emmy, I'm sorry. I looked as hard as I could, but I just can't find another job for you." I nodded across the table to Danny Hebert. "I understand, Mr. Hebert. Thank you." I was turning to walk out of the office when it hit me just how fucked I was. I was two weeks out from eviction at any...

Old Town, New Beginning. You wake up, and you are not where you used to be. The bed, the room, the air, even the feeling of your skin is no longer your own. You are in Brockton Bay, the central hub for the story of Worm. It is December 26th, right after Christmas. The year is 2010. You go...

Deep Space Nine hadn’t been what you expected. You had only heard of the place thanks to the wormhole, and the fact it was an old Cardassian station hadn’t inspired any confidence in you about the conditions aboard. Still, Bajor was the most logical place to set up a command post, and there...

Suddenly, you are conscious and aware of the fact that you are standing in a small clearing in some sort of wooded area, yet despite it being the dead of night you can see your immediate surroundings just fine. You know that being conscious in and of itself isn't weird, but that your...

I'm looking for fics where the Self insert sacrifices their lives and it has a huge emotional impact on the main characters / the world. Looking for ones that have the impact like Makarov's death. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXhaD-vFC-M

Parts of the dialogue were taken from Shell 4.8. A Flung Light Consequences Friday, 15th April 2011 – Brockton Bay, Storage Yard My neck itched. The sea breeze swept through the aisles of the storage yard. In the distance I saw the Protectorate Headquarters. It's force field scintillated...

1.1 Arrival I woke up, blinking. I had cried myself to sleep for the first time since Mom died. I... I had no idea what had come over Emma, something was wrong, and I didn't understand it. I frowned, Emma wasn't the only thing that was wrong, this looked like my room, but the air was wrong, the...

Happy Nanowrimo! ----- "It's not often I find a dead woman visiting her own grave." He said it with all the weight and gravitas that one would adopt when commenting on the weather. I recognized the voice—of course I did. I'd spent four years at the man's Academy, after-all. Four years of...

March 31st 2011 My name is Aster Anders, and I have made a horrible fucking mistake. I am writing this journal as a warning to anyone who thinks that time travel is a good idea. Honestly there are many reasons that time travel is a bad idea that you should already know about. But some idiots...

Chapter 1 “It’s strange,” I reflect, “how so much can change in so little time.” As I break off a piece of lunch and hold it out to a monkey that has a beak instead of a mouth and nose, I amend it to, “Well for everyone else anyway. What do you think?” The monkey just ignores me and...

My heart skips a beat, nearly failing altogether when Bonesaw's spider leaps across the room and attaches itself to Mark's face, one of its spindly arms shoved up his nostril. "I'm doing you a favor, really! You'll thank me!" I hear Bonesaw say with awful clarity despite the combined screams...

You write, fast and frantic, scribbling in small letters across the paper of your manuscript. The words seem to dance across the page, but you must not stop writing. The study of magic is among the most taxing enterprises known to man, and the advancement of such is your duty. To stop writing...