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Hey yall, I still had some writing juice left in me after my Fate fic so I decided to write a probably kinda long oneshot thing.

It stars a scatterbrained nerd named Lin who finds herself missing an important event, and earns the annoyance of her neighbor and personal friend, Hana, who can be described as tall, dark, and all sorts of mysterious.

its gonna be gay yall happy pride

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hey so i wrote a fate fanfiction, just a 17 page long romance thing between Hassan of Serenity and the female protagonist of fate grand order, check it out if thats something you are interested in

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random writing thing for Ultraman Heart

Blaring alarms resonated throughout the corridors of the CARD base, a myriad of footfalls could be heard as the staff made preparations for an imminent kaiju attack. The defense force members raced through the flashing hallways as they made their way to the hanger. Their nerves were steeled for the battle to come, each looking to the other to do their part to protect their home, except there seemed to be one missing, they noticed.

Ensign Arata Kihara sat in silence inside the defense force locker room, far away from the frantic prep his friends were undertaking. His eyes were closed and his fists were balled tightly as the distressing alarms rang in his ears. In front of him was his open locker housing his uniform and an autographed photo of the protagonist of some tokusatsu show taped to the locker door. It was only Arata and his inaction in that locker room.

Until the locker room door slid open that is, and in stepped a man wearing CARD uniform covered in muddy splotches with a shining heart pendant dangling from his neck. Arata looked up to see his shaggy black hair and grim face; which was staring right back at him.

"Oh Arata, this is where you've been," The stranger remarked.

Arata didn't know what to do, his hopes of riding out this attack in hiding were now dashed.

"The defense guys we're looking for you at the hanger, said they needed you for the defense procedure, y'know for the whole giant kaiju thing. Oh name's Isamu by the way," Isamu said nonchalantly.

"They need me do they? Fat chance it will make a difference..." Arata muttered as he faced his head away from Isamu.  "Whats the point of going through all of this," He added.

Isamu tilted his head in confusion, "What makes you say that?" He inquired.

"It's not like our weapons ever do any serious damage, we just waste time until Ultraman shows up and saves the day," Arata sighed

Those words didn't sit right with Isamu, to him, the defense force was way more than that. "So what? You just think your job is to shoot the bad guys and thats it?" Isamu questioned.

"What else is there huh!? " Arata shouted. His hands gripped a silver medallion that hung from his neck, an exact replica of the medallion the hero in the photo was wearing. "We're supposed to be heroes right? Just like in those old tokusatsu shows, we show up and beat evil right?"Arata said. "I watched those shows every day growing up, I wanted to be just like the heroes in the shows, its what pushed me to join the defense force here."

Arata stood to face Isamu now, his body trembling with emotion. "But it isn't like that in real life, we haven't been able to stop any kaiju on our own so far. Do you know frustrating that is?! Working towards your dream only to find out you couldn't do anything!? What would some grimy groundskeeper know about that?" He yelled.

Isamu frowned, unable to relate to Arata's turmoil, but it wouldn't stop him from making Arata see the truth. "Being a hero isn't just about beating up bad guys! Hell that isn't even the most important part about being a hero. Its saving people that matters more!" Isamu said. "You have the ability to do what Ultraman can't! You can focus on support and protecting innocent lives! Even saving just one person makes your job much more important than Ultraman's," Isamu told Arata.

Arata stood there in silence, his mind slowly realizing the information Isamu gave was true. He felt like such an idiot, now knowing that his childhood dream was flawed. "How could I be so stupid..." His voice trembled.

"Don't beat yourself up too much over it, your heart was in the right place. You just needed to see the bigger picture," Isamu placed a hand on Arata's shoulder.

Before Arata could reply, the base was rocked by a heavy tremor that sent both men off balance.

"Isamu we need to get going the kaiju is right outside the base!" A youthful voice called out from the heart pendant around Isamu's neck.

Both Arata and Isamu stare at it in surprise, before Isamu hides it within his unifrom and slowly makes for the door. "I-I have to g-go but don't forget what I said! Knowing guys like you have me and Heart's backs out there makes the j-"

"ISAMU!" The same voice yelled, cutting off Isamu.

"Right gotta go bye!" Isamu frantically said, exiting the locker room, leaving Arata confused but at the same time confident.

Arata mulled over what happened, his brain trying to piece together what could be a extremely shocking realization "Was that... noooooo it couldn't be..." He said as he donned his defense uniform. “Could it be?”

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random spur of the moment for Kamen Rider Lunarch

"You're pathetic! I thought the great Lunarch was supposed to be a warrior of unmatched skill, not some weak runt who can't stand up to my onslaught!" The Shadow barked. His form towered over Lunarch's beaten and bloody body, his words drilling into Lunarch like the sharpest of knives. "You should just lay there and die runt, thats the only thing you're good for at this point, I'm sure someone in the crowd we've gathered will put up a better fight then you," The Shadow chuckled, his eyes turned to the mortified onlookers. "In fact I think I will go see if thats the case," He said taking steps towards them.

"You won't take another goddamn step!" Lunarch called out, his badly beaten body trying to stand. His helmet was broken and the right side of his face was exposed to the cold rain that showered on the scene. He shakingly rose to one knee before pointing at the Shadow, "I won't let you harm any one of them!"

The Shadow laughed heartily and faced the rider. "I don't see how you are going to accomplish that. Someone as worthless as you cannot even compare to me! Someone like you doesn't even deserve to be called Lunarch!" He gloated.

Worthless. Pathetic. Good for nothing. Those words stood out in Lunarch's mind, everytime he heard the Shadow insult him he could feel the doubt and depression he carried with him for so long try to drag him down. It pissed him off, the anger in Lunarch burned hotter and hotter with each passing second. "Where the hell do you get off saying that?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Face the facts weakling, you are nothing before me," The Shadow said.

"All my life... I've dealt with people calling me worthless, I could see it in their eyes, how nothing I was to them. I drifted through life with hatred for myself and barely a drive to live. I really believed that I was nothing!" Lunarch began. "But that all changed when I found this belt, I don't care if I was worthy enough for it or not, it changed my life! I felt like something ignited in me, a fire waiting so long to be lit!"

He rose to stand on both legs, in his eyes was an unmistakeable passion. "Getting to be Lunarch have given me the best days of my life, giving me a reason to keep on going! And you know why?!" Lunarch cried out.

The Shadow gave an irritated huff, "I dont ca-"

"I'm not finished fucker!" Lunarch cut the Shadow off. Lunarch looked toward the crowd, so many faces with hopeful expressions, all of them looking to him to beat this Shadow! Their hope and his anger towards the shadow bolstered whatever strength he had left. "It was because when I became Lunarch, I could see in everyone's eyes someone they believed in! A hero! And I was that hero! I knew that I would never be worthless again, because to everyone I saved I was someone who had the strength to keep people safe, someone people could look up to! And I would be damned if I didn't strive to keeping being that someone to the people of this city, to the people of the world!" He shouted to the heavens.

As those words rang out it felt like something inside Lunarch unlocked, a hidden resevoir of strength inside himself. The moon crest on his armor shone bright, the silver light bathing Lunarch's form. A whole new power flooded Lunarch's being, and that power flowed into his armor, causing it to change.

The lightweight silver and grey armor of Lunarch remolded itself, its armor becoming stronger and covering more of his body. New large arm guards claspsed onto Lunarch's forearms and a large black beetle horn sprung from the center of his forehead. The light surrounding Lunarch wrapped itself around his neck, materializing into a silver scarf. His armor had morphed into something akin to the Kamen Riders of his dreams, he couldn't put into words how astonished he was. His resolve steeled and his body felt as if it wasn't injured at all. It was as if the belt itself was urging Lunarch to soldier forth.

Lunarch stood firm before the Shadow, the rain pelting his new form. His hand pointed upwards, at the moon high in the night sky, and his voice rang out, "You stand before the light in the darkness, the defender of the innocent! The moon hangs proudly in the sky and her champion challenges you! Kamen Rider Lunarch!"

The crowd cheered as Lunarch stood renewed,

"You can do it!"

"Beat this guy man!"

"We believe in you Lunarch!"

Their voices were enough to make Lunarch tear up, though luckily they were hidden behind his reshaped mask.

The Shadow didn't like where this was heading, something in the back of his head said this wasn't going to end well for him. He started to back away from the new imposing Lunarch.

Lunarch lowered his hand, pointing to the Shadow, "Now I'll ask again! Where the hell do you get off calling me worthless!?" He screamed as he charged towards the Shadow.

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Short story im working on for writing class

I must have made an enemy of fate itself. I thought. I’m just Garrick Godwin, a squire in service to the knight Sir Roland. He had brought me to the countryside to teach me about hunting and tracking animals, I wasn’t a fan of this foray into the wilds as any manner of beast could sneak up on us and turn us into lunch. Ironically this is what had befallen Sir Roland, as out of nowhere, a dragon had swooped down from the skies and took off again with Sir Roland in its clutches. What was I supposed to do? That thing would have turned me into cinders! I thought. All I knew now was it was my duty to rescue my mentor from that terrifying creature. A horrific start to my morning if I do say so myself, and I do.

It wasn’t until the dusk blanketed the land I had made any progress in my search. Following the direction the dragon took off in I discovered a nearby village, I thought they would have information on the whereabouts of the beast’s nest. The elder of the village pointed me in the direction of a forested vale.

“The dragon lives in a cave at the north end of the valley. Follow the river and you will find its lair,” He said.

“Many thanks kind sir! Wish me luck as I will surely need it,” I replied.

The elder waved me off and I made my way towards the entrance of the valley. A dark forest stood in my way as I entered the vale. I’m beginning to regret this whole adventure. I thought. I know not what manner of beast lived in this forest; one stroke of bad luck and this forest would be my grave. I trudged through the thicket of unwelcoming trees; morbid thoughts clouding my mind. The sound of rushing water broke me from my lamentations; the trees broke away to reveal the river the elder informed me of. The sight of the large swath of rushing water traveling down a bed of stones and fallen logs gave me a glimmer of hope.  I now had a clear path to follow, and with haste I travelled upstream.

The river proved longer than anticipated and it wasn’t long until my speed slowed; the energy in my legs running short. The moon rested high above me and the darkness of night hindered my sight; the forest, a sinister black as the thought of nocturnal predators awakening to hunt for prey filled my mind. My heart raced as the idea of being stalked took hold of my very being. My walked slowed and I crept along the edge of the river. Keep low and don’t make a sound; nothing can find you if you move like the shadows. I thought.

As if to prove me wrong, the sound of rustling leaves caught my ears. Horror crept up my spine as I turned my head towards its origin. Five meters behind me a shadow emerged from the forest, making its way towards the river. I waited with baited breath to see if the creature would notice me. Oh lord this is it! My life will end at the hands of this beast and Sir Roland will become dragon feed! I thought. The cool night air swept across my sweat covered skin as I crouched silently in fear; my body shivering in response to both sensations. The beast stood on four thin legs and rose four feet high from the ground, large antlers sprouting from its head. Upon closer inspection the creature looked very much like a deer. Oh it’s a deer. A harmless little deer. I realized.

I rose to my feet and felt to urge to burst out laughing, relief sweeping over my body. I decided against it as that would probably alert and actual predator. I thought my end was at hand there. I can’t believe I was scared half to death by a deer. I thought. Maybe I’m putting too much energy into these dreadful thoughts. The deer retreated back into the brush and with it my fears. I wiped the sweat from my brow and continued forth up the river.

The river opened up into a lake, its waters reflecting the starry skies above and giving the illusion the sky had fallen to earth. The lake was at the center of a rocky clearing boxed in by the mountains that border the vale.  I peered across the environment to find any hint of the dragon’s nest; it was easy due to the lack of trees obstructing my vision. At the northern shore of the lake there was a large cave opening cut into the surrounding stone. There! That must be it! I thought. On cat-like feet I darted between the rocks, making my way towards the cave.

The area outside the cave mouth was covered in gravel; no doubt refuse from the dragon’s tunneling. I cautiously peered deeper into the cave and, as luck would have it, Sir Roland lay only 15 meters from the entrance! He sat against the cave wall with his head slumped down; he seemed to be unconscious. In my haste to enter the cave, my foot had slipped on gravel and I fell to the ground with a heavy thud. The sound had stirred something from inside the cave as following my mistake, heavy footsteps sounded from within. I dived for the nearest cover and anxiety filled my chest.

What emerged from the cave was the dragon that had kidnapped Sir Roland. When it left the safety of its cave I gazed at its massive form; it stood 12 feet tall and 16 feet long. Its keen eyes scanned the surrounding darkness; they were like orbs of topaz place across a mosaic of azure scales. I lay huddled against my rock, praying that I would not be discovered. The only item of defense I had was a skinning knife Sir Roland had given me; trying to harm the dragon with that would be like stabbing stone with a blade of grass.

A thought occurred to me, likely from some insane part of my mind. Maybe I can reason with it. It could just be defending its home, who’s to say it holds malice towards me? It’s not like I could best the dragon in any challenge of strength or speed; diplomacy seemed to be my only option. A new resolve pulled me up from my hiding spot, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Its entire form turned to face me. I guess it’s all or nothing now. I thought.

“Ahem! Excuse me dragon but I have something to ask of you,” I declared.

The dragon’s head lowered to meet me at eye level; its eyes displayed its intrigue.

“I-I’m terribly sorry to disturb you at this kind of hour but I only do it as you hold my mentor p-prisoner, if you ret—”

“Please don’t tell me you are trying to barter my life on sympathy alone.”

I looked towards the cave mouth to see the Sir Roland had awoken and had stepped out of the cave. He didn’t look like he had received any injuries and seemed healthy.

“Sir Roland! Get back Sire you could worsen the situation,” I said.

“No need to get all riled up Garrick, I was in no real danger. This guy wouldn’t hurt a fly”— Roland leaned on the foreleg of the dragon —“This was just a ploy to test your mettle.”

“This is a heavy burden you put on me Sir Roland! Why put me through this?” I asked, my fingers ran through my hair in disbelief.

“It’s simple Garrick; you were too much a scaredy-cat. You would never make it as a knight if you kept up this attitude so I had arranged this whole thing a week in advanced,” Sir Roland answered.

Both Sir Roland and the dragon shared a hearty chuckle at my expense. I should have expected it from him. He is clearly a lunatic! I thought. He walked towards me and placed his hand on my shoulder; a reassuring look on his face.

“I do have to say, taking on a dragon with only your words is very brave Garrick. Looks like we’ll make a knight of you yet,” He said.

I sighed and accepted his praise; I had no more energy to stay angry at him. We all shared one great laugh before me and Sir Roland set out to return home. As I travel back through the forest, the light of dawn falls through the canopy of leaves. The shadows now replaced with a warm orange hue, and my initial fears now replaced with an appreciation of its beauty.