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    “A meeting,” Tony doesn’t even bother to hide his incredulity.

    “Yes.”

    “With the Galactic Empire,” he attempts to lighten his own mood with the joke, but the response he gets from Ross makes the blood freeze in his veins.

    “They call themselves the Unitary Galactic Communia, actually.”

    If Tony lets his silence speak for itself, it’s only partially because his throat is closing up on him at an alarming rate.

    “I know it sounds bad at first—“

    “Oh no no no, not at all,” Tony interjects quickly, “this is wonderful news. A communia. A unitary one. Sounds very… organized. They must be people who know how to keep an army. Of galactic proportions. This is great, really. Not debilitatingly frightening in the least.”

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    Alternatively: the freshly pardoned Rogues have complaints, Tony is dead on his feet, and Steve has issues with the handsome alien lord who keeps offering Stark the literal universe.

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    11 May 2025

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    I love this so much.

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    “Ugh, who invited the world’s weakest hunter…?”

    “Why is there an E-Rank at a D-Rank gate? Won’t he just get killed?”

    “Hey! This is a good thing! If the world’s weakest hunter is here, that means that the raid’s gonna be easy!”

    Jinwoo was used to the whispers, had heard them every day ever since his awakening. Except one day, that would all change. A chance meeting with the White Tiger Guild before he ever set foot in the Double Dungeon would change everything...

     

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    Sung Jinwoo's Incomprehensible survival in dungeons throughout his 4 years as an E-Rank Hunter is noticed. As a result, he is drafted into becoming a rookie Hunter teacher, and this changes everything.

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    27 Feb 2025

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    this is my favorite solo leveling fic ever.
    keep up the good work!

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    At fifteen, during summer camp in Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian invents a bunch of talismans when bored or prompted by Nie Husaisang. Thinking it awfully funny, he creates a throwaway account at a professional cultivation research/purchase network and uploads them for sale for a modest fee. Then, he forgets about the whole thing.
    Years later, the mysterious Yiling Patriarch is known in all Jianghu as an elusive genius cultivator who revolutionised his field.
    Those two statements might or might not be related.

    In other words: three different ways in which Wei Wuxian finds out he is filthy rich and academically acclaimed. That’s it. That’s the story.

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    09 Oct 2024

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    omg I love this damn fic so so much. I spent 3 hours searching for it again so I'm bookmarking it now

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    “Tommy, close your eyes,” Technoblade commanded.
    “Why-”
    “Do it,” he said firmly. His knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the iron bars, “Fenik,” he said, and the iron tore apart in front of him, the shackles on his wrists shattered and fell to the ground.
    The guard stumbled back, “Don’t come any closer or I’ll-”
    Techno didn’t let him finish the thought, “Kh’ek.”
    The guard’s body crumpled, his bones shattering out of his skin. Blood erupted from the guard, spraying all across the hallway and cell.
    “Alright,” he said, turning around, “It’s over. You can open your-”
    Tommy was staring at him with wide, very haunted, very open, eyes. A drop of blood from the spray rolled down his cheek, “What the fuck was that?” he choked out.

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    In a world of gods and magic, everything has a true Name. A Name was the sound of a soul, the fabric of being. If you knew something’s Name, you held complete power over it.
    Technoblade is the greatest Namer to ever live, rumored to know the Names of everything in the world. Everything of course, but his own.

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    14 May 2023

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    I listened to 'song of the witches' (s.j. tucker) on repeat while reading this. the chorus almost feels fitting to technoblade here.

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    Philza is an old, old being.

    He’s heard the tales they tell about him: that his hair is the color of straw because he was spun from a bundle of hay by an old witch; that his eyes are moss-green because his true form is a toad. That he cooks drugs in the alleyway behind his house. (That one’s not actually magic-related, but it makes him snort.) Like all fables, they contain a grain of truth: he is distinctly abnormal.

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    When Philza is twenty-five years old, a goddess challenges him: He will be functionally immortal for the rest of eternity—or for as long as he lasts before a tiny snail manages to catch him.

    In that time, he lives, loves, and learns exactly how much loss hurts.

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    31 Dec 2021

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    this was so well written that I felt sad when I first read it.
    but now I keep on laughing because *sighs* it's the immortal snail trend and I can't take it seriously

    goddess of death is a bit unhinged (her words not mine)