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El Sol de Qishan Wen by Corals1111
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Audio Drama), 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) RPF
23 Feb 2025
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Wei Wuxian o ahora conocido como "La nueva Madam Wen" pone en orden a todo el mundo de la cultivación.
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09 Jul 2026
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To Die For by tainted_ashes
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
05 Jul 2026
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He should be dead by now, or at least succumbing to the mindless and endless urge for human flesh. However, Izuku Midoriya has to wonder as he touches his forearm's uneven and lacerated skin why he hasn't turned yet.
With the world order reset, a group of survivors have to adapt and survive against the constant threat of flesh-eating zombies and the living alike, while confronting a constantly mutating sense of morality and humanity.
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09 Jul 2026
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In Favor of the Protagonist by Mademoiselle_A
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)
04 Feb 2026
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Jiang Cheng delicately touched the fabric in his hand, admiring the pattern on it. The robe was made of silk, purple and brown, and a series of silver flowers and stems decorated the darker parts of the garment. It was beautiful. He was definitely going to look good in t-
》{!WARNING! The Protagonist [Wei Wuxian] intends to wear plain, ordinary robes for the conference in Qinghe Nie. If you [the Antagonist] put on the outfit you're holding, you'll be judged 13% more beautiful than the Protagonist by the other guests at the event. Overshadowing the Protagonist's Beauty by more than 5% will result in an automatic penalty.}
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Modern!JC is transmigrated into the body of one of the antagonists of the novel ‘Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation’.And his life would have been ten times easier if he'd had the slightest idea what this stupid gay novel was about.
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- Part 1 of In Favor of the Protagonist
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09 Jul 2026
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“So. You are their newest Corporal,” Ao’nung said. He glanced down at my vest then, which had badges that indicated my name and rank. I didn’t think he could read them – how could he? Who would have taught him? I wasn’t sure, but given he was speaking English, someone had to be teaching him something.
“Ao’nung,” I said, through my teeth. “You animal. Do you have any idea how savage what you just did was?”
He smacked the side of my face, silencing me. He leaned in closer then, inches from my face, eyes smoldering.
“What I did was savage?” he seethed.
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The Corporal who will one day be known as Neteyam has just been taken captive by Ao'nung, the lead warrior of the Metkayina, and the one the Na'vi refer to as Caller of the Tulkun. His mission is simple: Build rapport with his captor, earn his trust, and try to escape. But as time passes, the Corporal begins to question everything he thought he knew about the Na'vi, and who he once was - but no longer is.
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Jake Sully stood at the treeline with rain running down the flat plane of his nose, pooling in the hollow of his throat, soaking through the woven band that held his hair back from his face. He was breathing hard. Not from exertion — he had stopped running twenty minutes ago — but from something closer to the particular exhaustion that comes from making a decision you cannot unmake.
Behind him, tucked beneath the collapsed root structure of an overgrown ironwood, was the reason. He did not turn around to look. He didn't need to. The image was already seared into the backs of his eyelids, into the soft tissue of his memory where it would live whether he wanted it to or not: the recombinant lying on his side in the mud, one arm bent at an angle that suggested dislocation rather than break, his chest rising in shallow, wet hitches. The uniform — what remained of it — was RDA black, but the insignias had been torn away. Not cut. Torn. By fingers. By someone reaching over their own shoulder to claw the fabric from their own back.
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- Part 1 of The Love That Was Earned