Fenrir's life has been a relentless march toward a single, grim purpose: to confront the malignant force that has coiled around Ursus for too long. As he prepares to hunt The Deathless Black Snake, he knows the tundra will be drenched in blood-whether his or the creature's. All for Ursus

W was a puzzle—an enigma wrapped in explosives and wrapped again in deflection. She was sharp, quick to point out the hypocrisy of those around her, and always seemed one step away from detonating everything, including herself. But there was more to her than the mask of chaos she wore.

Story takes place between before and during the Chernobog-Lungmen Crisis, the two Earthlings Friends Name Murray Hayes Thomas And Revere Raymond Goldman

After the Reunion's downfall, the Doctor finds a familiar assassin drinking her sorrows away.

A series of character-based stories. Slice-of-life style - think the Midnight Diner meets the Solitary Gourmet, with cooking shows sprinkled in between. This is a translated version. As per original author's request, the link to the stories in Chinese will be posted...once I find a way to link it here. Published with the approval of the author.

By some divine miracle the Doctor finishes work early for a change, and as he wanders Rhodes Island happens to stumble upon a tipsy Penance - an encounter that would lead them to sharing more than a few drinks, and more than a few feelings. [Smut]

The doctor... A man that took many faces, and many names. But as Amiya wakes up a giant from the sarcophagus in Chernobog, and as Terra more than ever needs a saviour, Doctor Sebastian raises up, ready to pick up a fight. (Arknights x OC)

Rosmontis was in heat. A troubling prospect, and one that could seemingly only be cured via one method - the Doctor. Or more specifically, the Doctor 'taking care of' her heat in a particularly physical manner. [Smut]

Every now and then Lappland tells herself she really shouldn't like Suzuran quite as much as she does. With that said, Lappland knows better than to listen to the likes of herself on anything other than murder methods. Lappland/Suzuran.

On a night cold and dark, the snarky Contemporary Operator W and her inseparable companion, Contemporary Operator Ricketts, find themselves snuggled in bed, dazed by the nightly influence on their sleep-deprived brains. Dams come undone, bursting with unvoiced feelings and bottled up emotions, topped by a silver lining of a lethal amount of warmth. (rel to "No Life 'Til Leather)

"Beware of an old man in a profession where men usually die young." War is a part of Terra, a part of civilization. The old antlered bastard knows this all too well. But experience makes it a comforting thing now, the profits are just a bonus.

What would you do if your death was an accident? And if you had a opportunity to go the world of the game that you most like? Well, I'll do a lot of things, but this isn't my story. Let's tell the story of someone that ran out of time.

Dawn wasn't sure how to approach Dusk, how to behave around her, or even just how to address her at first. Dusk had not only saved her, she had even welcomed her into her paintings, and Dawn instinctively built a wall between herself and the painter. But as the years go by and time remains still within Dusk's painted world, the relationship between them slowly changes. Dawn/Dusk.

Found on a beach without any memories, Luke, a fallen Sankta with horrific facial deformities, was adopted and raised in a temple by a Higashian Sage. After six years in isolation, he finally receives his adopted father's blessing to travel the world and rediscover his past under one condition: he must do so under the supervision of the mysterious Dr. Kal'tsit. Fixed drama in ch 4

Mlynar's dead y'all idk what to tell ya

A One-shot Tokusatsu parody about Gummy and her friends fighting Kaiju

Yeah, it is happening. Waking up to an explosion wasn't how he thought his day would start. Nor did he ever think he would do it in the body of a 13 years old. This kind of crazyness combined with a second set of memory appearing sets this day as his weirdest- period. Now if only the black halo on his head could go away ...

It all started with the discovery of a striking sculpture placed without authorization in the middle of one of Rhodes Island's bars. Specter/Gladiia, graphic depiction of violence, blood and gore.

Fiammetta was ordered to watch over Mostima. That was a duty she had been handling for quite a while at this point. Only now she found herself becoming much more involved with her and her friends, and in particular the Forte boy Mostima was so well acquainted with... [Smut] [Sequel to Bison's Welcome Party]

A man wakes up in the mind of another, devoid of memory but gifted with seemingly endless knowledge. What will he do with that knowledge – and where did it come from? Now revised and complete!

Five years after the devastation of Terra by the Schwarzeschlange, Gummy joins a group of Runners and embarks on a journey to prevent its revival. Set in a Post-apocalyptic Fantasy-esque AU where a giant dragon wreaked havoc on Terra, slight Shadowrun elements.

It was New Year's Eve, and Gnosis found himself standing awkwardly behind the punch bowl when Gummy decided to strike up a conversation and befriend him. Meanwhile, across the Landship, the Doctor stood alone, quietly watching the fireworks light up the night sky.

Viviana's peaceful reading session in the library of Rhodes Island gets interrupted by a certain sankta, one she wasn't sure she'd have ever really seen again. The two have a rather brief conversation and, on her way out, Arturia leaves a rather puzzling gift for Viviana, one which ends up landing the knight in an even more puzzling situation later on. Arturia/Viviana.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. A sentiment the Doctor learns to appreciate after being apart from Texas for several months - and upon her return, they set about making up for lost time. [Smut]

Surely between the sadistic knights, the corporate assassins and the glamor barely sprinkled over all the grit, Kazimierz can hardly get worse. "Hold my beer," quoth the Sankta.