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(Y/n) is a fourteen year old girl from Jacksonville, Florida. She enjoys cursing, superheroes, and making fun of her friends. Her favorite pastimes are jet skiing on the beach, making fun of bad TV shows, and being the host to an almost all powerful, formless alien named Failsafe.For Failsafe's part, her heart might not immediately be made of high grade gold, between the lack of emotions, vague goals, and aversion to telling people much needed information- it may seem like it isn't. But after a while you may just find that her intentions are in the right place.And Failsafe and (Y/n) are heroes all their own.…

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(Y/n) is the last descendant of the Nabu Malikata, Goddess of Flowers and Mistress of Dreams. Most days though, you can find her tending to her family's garden right outside the city limits.It's when this garden is threatened that things begin to unravel. And with one sudden clash, will opportunity bloom? Or will this budding bouquet wither?…

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To die- is to reincarnate. Reincarnation, another life to play out from the very beginning. Until the end, that's the best fit. Be it slowly or quick, watch and let fate unfold with the gift of life. The gift of being intrinsically intertwined with the center of the tale in your heart. So play it. Play your part. Those words... My punishment, my hypocrisy that I must suffer for, to control other beings like a god, and think that I did not apply... "I just wanted to give them a happy ending. Was that so wrong...?" I questioned the unrelenting void once. I hadn't expected a reply, but I'd indeed gotten one. "This is your recompense. Take it, and live." "This isn't what I wanted." Silent tears had flooded down my cheeks, and flem had built up in my throat as I replied. I'd closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I had been reborn, destined to live out another life again.The only way to break it- have an even greater hypocrisy play out.…

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Reader finds Brainy tinkering in the middle of the night, it seems like Quavermass 12 dug up some old childhood trauma. What better way to deal with it than at 4 in the morning with your loved one?…