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Power Rangers Pirate Crew by Scsigs
Fandoms: Power Rangers, Super Sentai Series, Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger, Tokusatsu, Power Rangers Megaforce
26 Oct 2019
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This is my fix fic for Power Rangers Super Megaforce that's closer to the original Sentai, Gokaiger. Some chapters will be very close to the source material, so warning if you hate that with Power Rangers, but the way I'm planning this, it should deviate quickly. Basically, I hate Super Megaforce, so this is me giving people something better to enjoy.
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A fix fic for Super Megaforce, being a more close adaptation of its source material, Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger. The characters are better handled & the episodes are handled with more respect to the source material & the past PR seasons. Definitely a very close translation at first. If someone's already done a similar one, I don't know, or care to know. Feel free to review as I go.Series
- Part 2 of Power Rangers Pirate Crew
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A throwing knife and one of his signature skeleton gloves. That was all that was left behind around the remote cabin where he last updated via comms.
Soap sobbed, quietly and alone, failing to keep a steady breath and completely having his legs giving up on him, causing him to slide down the wall until he sat down on the cold floor, curling his body to hide his face in-between his knees.
Laswell got the update and officially declared Ghost MIA.
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Ghost goes MIA and when the rest of 141 Task Force comes to rescue, they don't see Ghost, and they don't see Simon. He is someone else.
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Flowers in the Attic - Rewritten by Judas4fun
Fandoms: Flowers in the Attic - V. C. Andrews, Flowers In The Attic (2014), Flowers in the Attic: The Origin (TV 2022)
04 Aug 2025
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We were born into a world wrapped in ribbons and lace, where love was bright as sunlight and promises never broke. But then death came like a thief and the shadows crept in, suffocating the warmth and fracturing our fragile hearts. Our mother, once radiant and strong, grew hollow and distant, her eyes lost in dreams of gold and escape. Trapped in the attic of a grand and poisoned mansion, we withered like wildflowers starved of light, clinging to memories while our innocence unraveled. In that dusty, haunted prison, love twisted into something desperate and raw, and hope grew thorns that cut deeper than despair. We became phantoms of who we once were, fighting to survive the darkness that hungered to consume us whole-fighting to remember that we were once cherished, once free, once children unmarked by tragedy.