In a forgotten corner of the internet, a strange show broadcasts into the void: a never-ending story watched by two wisecracking companions and their robot friend. Each chapter appears without warning—sometimes brilliant, sometimes baffling, and sometimes so wonderfully terrible that the trio can’t help but roast every moment of it. They sit silhouetted against the glowing screen, cracking jokes, questioning plot holes, and cheering whenever the story accidentally does something amazing.

The real mystery, though, is that the story never ends. New scenes appear, characters wander in from nowhere, and the plot twists itself into knots no one could possibly untangle. Yet the audience—and the riffing crew—keep watching. Because when the universe hands you an infinite, bizarre tale of questionable writing and cosmic weirdness, the only sensible response is to laugh at it together and see what absurd chapter comes next.

She's supposed to end his future but does she fall for his past. Melina is an evil witch meant to destroy the future of a witch hunter by going back in time. As she slowly manage to get close to him and his friend she finds herself falling for him and him for her. Is this true love or just connection she created for her loss in the future.

It all began in Qing Qing City in China...with news that a bio-luminescent baby was born! After that, “exceptional” individuals began popping up all over the world. The cause was unclear.

Time passed... and the “exceptional” became the norm. Fantasy... became reality! At present, 80% of the world’s population consists of superhumans with special abilities called “Quirks”.

… oh, yeah! We forgot to mention, but— this is the story of how YOU became the world’s greatest Hero!

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Play as an original character in the My Hero Academia Universe! This story starts and runs parallel to the main plot of MHA.

(This is my first time on this site, so I hope to find other MHA fans and write great stories with you all!)

[Original characters welcome! Let's build something together.]

The era is one of fragile hope. The Emperor is gone. The once mighty Empire is in ruins, fractured into thousands of warlord controlled planets. The Rebels have won the Galactic Civil War, resulting in a mixture of chaos and liberation.

With the Sith's iron grip on the Force severed - millions across the galaxy became to feel different but not in a bad way. Some were simply more skilled or adept at their trade, some did things they had never done before and others survived things that should have killed them.

Under the violet nebula, on the silent planet of Aethelgard, a new light is being kindled. Luke Skywalker, hero of the Rebels and only remaining Jedi, is establishing a new home for himself and potentially, others in the future.

Under the silver-flecked trees and nearby a cave containing naturally forming crystals, the stoic Jedi Master sets to his new task. To make a sanctuary where the displaced, the awakened, and the lost can come to learn that the Force is not a weapon of war, but a song of balance.

what if,

a high school student who had classmates who are like brothers and sisters to me, teachers who see him as a son to them, until graduation came, and those he had are gone. and then he end up in college filled with people who dont care about those they left behind, and teachers who enjoy pushing homework on college students including new students?

It started out as an apothecary shop, but Sam wanted more than just herbs and a little magic. She started out by adding some teas and then coffee and somehow she ended up with a mysterious and taciturn employee, a stray cat that might have been cursed and a bunch of university students. What could go wrong?

The Beginnings of Whispers

In the quaint town of Mistvale, nights were more than dark—they were alive. Shadows roamed the alleys and streets, whisking around corners and drifting through cracks in the ajar doors. Among these shadows, Casper stood out. Not because he was different, but precisely because he wanted to be; unlike the other spectral entities that swept through town with eerie grins and malevolent intentions, Casper was recognized by a translucent glow and a gentle demeanor.

Casper's curious nature and his uncommon inclination toward kindness differentiated him from his ghoulish kin, who delighted in creating mischief and mayhem. As the ghostly trio of Stretch, Fatso, and Stinkie reveled in the nocturnal haunts, pushing the limits of spectral annoyance, Casper sought friendship and understanding from the few humans brave enough not to flee on sight. Yet, the shadow of his otherworldly origin always clung to him, making each interaction touched by a hint of mystery and fear.

The restless spirits of Mistvale, including Casper himself, were bound to the Moonlily, a hidden artifact believed to possess the power to grant eternal rest—or eternal torment. This pivotal year, as the blossoms of the Moonlily prepared to unfold under the harvest moon, Casper began to question the true nature of his existence and the ghostly realm’s connection to the town's past. Some secrets are hidden for a reason, and Casper was about to drift too close to the heart of it all, stirring whispers that hadn't been stirred in an eon.

Welcome!

This is the world that leads to the world of Pokémon.

Before I can let you through, though, I have several questions for you.

I need you to answer these questions carefully and sincerely.

Are you ready?

Then, let’s begin.

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A Pokémon Mystery Dungeon story! Play as a human turned into a Pokémon, or a Pokémon native to the world, and join an Expedition team!

Once, time flowed as it should. Monday would be followed by Tuesday, April would come after May and the year 1999 would fall before the year 2000. As it always had for eons.One day, time fractured. Small, at first. How many days in a week were there? 7? Or 8? Since when has Blurnsday been a thing? Then, large things. Buildings appeared where none had been before. Foreign, alien things.Out of these buildings came people. Refugees, people running from something. They warned of a threat, one that would come without warning. The world didn't listen.When Professor Pandora and her army of Paradoxes invaded, they brought with them relics from alternative timelines and worlds that never were. They had weapons forged from dragon's teeth that melted tanks, devices that ran on crystals but could control missiles. The Paradoxes were unstoppable.Professor Pandora is the world leader now. Refugees still arrive from other worlds and timelines. Bringing with them whatever they could carry. Whatever the Paradoxes wanted, they took, anything they didn't, they broke.Delta City, once a small town in Oklahoma, had rapidly grown with the influx of people, expanding rapidly. Now, a small group of allies gather together to plot and prepare for their resistance.Who are you in this world and what will you become?

The Avengers have had some new additions as of late, an entire floor of the Stark tower had to be dedicated to all the new hires. What will they do? What oppositions will they face? What kind of hero are you, if one at all?

Ocs, canons, villains/heros all welcome!

Hogwarts: A Tale of Shadows and Light

As dawn crested over the distant mountains, its first rays illuminated a sprawling castle nestled atop a craggy cliff, surrounded by the murmur of misty forests and the shimmering expanse of a serene lake beneath. This was Hogwarts, not just a school, but a living entity soaked in arcane energy and ancient secrets. Despite its age-old stones and timeworn turrets silhouetted against the awakening sky, a restless aura whispered through the corridors, hinting at changes borne on the wind.

This morning was unlike any other; the castle seemed to stir from slumber with a sense of anticipation. Inside, its halls echoed with the fading footsteps of ghosts recounting tales of valor and treachery. The Great Hall’s enchanted ceiling flickered with the soft gold of dawn, casting light upon faces filled with youthful eagerness and the wisdom of the aged. Hogwarts was ready once more to welcome a new troop of students, each bearing the potential to either uphold or challenge the delicate balance of magic and mystery within its walls.

Here, amongst enchanted staircases and hidden passageways, alliances would be forged under the watchful gaze of portraits who had seen eras rise and fall. In this sanctum of scholarly pursuit and clandestine intrigue, the young wizards and witches were to discover their true strengths. However, unbeknownst to them, a darker story was about to unfold—a tale that would test their loyalties and courage not just to each other, but to the very ethos of Hogwarts itself.

As the gates opened to admit the throng of new lives, each step they took was a note in the symphony of a deeper magic, one that could either harmonize with the light or dance dangerously close to the shadows. The choice was theirs, and the echoes of their decisions would resonate through the enchanted walls of Hogwarts forever.

Max was an average guy, recently graduated from Arizona State University with a degree in Art specialization in ceramics and sculpture. After traveling had left him near-broke he was forced to move in with his neighbor Rena, who had known him since he was just a teen still running around the neighborhood with the local kids. After Rena joins a local Social Club and undergoes a transformation, losing weight, quitting her corporate job and starting her own business and coming out of her shell socially Max is impressed, and asks her about what her new group of friends is really all about. He is curious, wondering if he could perhaps glean some small bit of knowledge and move up in life himself. Rena is strangely secretive at first, only telling him that the group is for women only, and that he probably wouldnt be into it. Max is puzzled why his old friend and now landlord would be so unwilling to talk about something that had begun to affect her life so drastically.. so he presses her for more information that same night over dinner, and she eventually gives in, explaining to him that the group was called The WET Social Club, or Womens Empowerment Team. She describes it simply as a small, selective group of well-to-do women focused on bettering the lives of its members. Evidently there are several incredibly wealthy women among the founding members, and the social club leverages their deep pockets to take exclusive retreats, learning workshops, even educational vacations all over the world, and they had paid for Rena to go back to school and finish getting her business degree that had been left incomplete for 16 years. She still only offers up vague bits and pieces of info.. but Max can tell from the way she speaks that Rena was now deeply involved with WET, and looked up to the ladies that had begun to mentor her. Max gets Rena to talk a bit more than she had wanted to, and she ends the conversation abruptly. Over the next week Max carefully is able to learn more, discovering she was spending several nights a week going to their meetings and Yoga Classes, both held at the groups spacious Clubhouse that one of its members got out of a divorce after taking her ex-husband for all he was worth… as well as spending time hanging out with various other social club members doing stuff around town now that she had alot more time being her own boss. One night when Max gets off early from work at the Studio, he comes home to see a strange car in the driveway, and when he opens the front door he finds Rena and her friend watching something on TV that they quickly turn off as soon as they hear him at the door. Rena angrily asks Max why he is home early, clearly hoping he’d still be at work. Despite the awkward situation she still introduces the slightly older woman as one of the social clubs three founding members, Donna Karan before attempting to move upstairs to her room. Mrs Karan seems strangely interested in Max, however, and dismisses Renas attempts to be secretive- introducing herself and engaging Max in lively conversation. Max ends up having Donna secretly add her number to Max’s phone, and afterwards invites Max out for a glass of wine, where they talk for a while. Before they part ways Max is finally able to ask if there was anything he could do for the social clubs, expecting to be able to do some networking and possibly gain a few rich patrons for his art. Mrs Karan seems delighted in Max’s interest, and invites him to a “Yoga Class” at their mansion clubhouse up in hills of Scottsdales wealthiest neighborhood. Although Max has only done yoga once before and wasnt really into it, he decides he should go anyways. Little does he know that he was just a sacrificial lamb of sorts in Donna’s eyes.. and was about to enter a den of lionesses… The Yoga Class starts and everything seems normal.. sort of.. but afterward Max discovers that he had been tricked, and that one of the groups central tenets was that females were far superior to Males in every way, and as such they should be subservient in every way. The women were sexual predators, only interested in using him like an object so that they could satiate their twisted desire for the rush they got by dominating, humiliating and feminizing men they had become addicted to. Max was in for a rough, wild night.. one that would change his life.. but not in the way he was hoping for!

In the year 2097, the last vampire died beneath an artificial sun. Hoping to erase vampirism from history, tech billionaire Lucian Vale used an experimental AI-powered machine to transmit the creature’s genetic weakness thousands of years into the past. The machine worked—but not as intended.

The vampire’s blood appeared inside the wounds of a dying prehistoric hunter, carrying fragments of memories from a future that had not happened yet. The hunter rose again before sunrise, stronger, faster and desperately thirsty. Humanity’s attempt to destroy the first vampire had instead created him.

In the modern world, vampires are dismissed as fiction, but they never disappeared. They adapted. Ancient bloodlines now hide behind corporations, private space programs, celebrity empires and powerful algorithms. Some rule from the shadows, while others live quietly among humans, resisting the hunger that has followed them across history…

Lime woke with a gasp.

The last few moments; finding Blue dead, everyone dismissing the existence of aliens, Orange turning into whatever it was, and getting bloated; all of this was buzzing though their noggin as they opened their visor to the blue sky above them.

They groan as they raise their hand to visor to block the sun.

A crossover of my hyperfixations idk join if you know any of these ig

Fandoms:

Lobotomy Corporation / Library of Ruina (not as much of limbus since I've only finished canto IV)

The Dungeon Painter / The Artist Who Paints Dungeons

Got Dropped in a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Lord of Mysteries (js started this one)

Testing hiw this works...

Tags: [MLM, dancing story, summer love]

Intro:

A summer away, on the sands of Puerta Laroca, lives a boy with sun kissed hair that’s lived here his whole life. Here he sits, resting on a palm tree that protrudes from his backyard, dreading the tourists who come each year to learn how to dance in his fathers world famous dance studio.

“It’s just 6 weeks, just like every other summer.” His father chides as he washes fruit, carefully cutting through each new one he cuts. “You’re my assistant for 6 weeks, you get a little spending money, and then they leave. Simple.”

”Simple.” R’Lai mocks, already peering his eyes out to the sea, dreading the boat of people surely soon to roll in. “Is anything ever simple with them? I don’t want to teach losers how to dance. Last year, that one mainland girl was all up on me, we couldn’t get her to leave when it was time to go!”

”This years group is experienced, professional. They know how. In fact, we’re getting a boy who lead his own advanced group. We’re just getting them ready for nationals, and then they go home.” His father turns and looks at him, frowning down at his son. “Besides; that girl was cute and sweet. I don’t understand what your issue was with her.

R’Lain frowned. He didn’t really have an issue with her, except when she was clinging to his shoulders, crying and begging him to not have him leave. Or that one night where he.. they.. well, he didn’t want to think about it.

“This group had better be professional. Or I won’t be helping you out this year, father. You’ll figure something out on your own.”

”No, I won’t. Because family sticks together.” His father finally arose from his spot, languidly walking over to his son. His skin was freckled and aged from the sun, a nice olive tan coating his fathers skin in comparison to the dark chocolate complexion of his son. His eyes were wise, and his hands, aged but shakey, as he handed his son the bowl of freshly cut fruits. “Right, Lai-Lai?”

R’Lai rolled his eyes, determined to not ruin his cool boy persona, while still (reluctantly) grabbing the bowl from his father. “Whatever. Just… I don’t want this to be like last summer.”

”Just give it a chance, and it won’t be. I promise.”

Here on alternia, its a rough environment, populated by trolls and lucii, today we focus on the trolls in this planet!

(hiveswap and homestuck + ocs allowed!)

𑣲𝐓𝒉𝐞 𝓟𝐫𝒊𝐜𝐞 𝒐𝐟 𝒍𝒐𝐯𝐞⋆.˚🦭🪼

Nobody tells you what love costs.

They tell you about the butterflies, the late night talks, and the way someone’s smile can change your whole day.

But they don’t tell you about the hurt, the lessons, or the parts of yourself you leave behind.

Your first love may not be your forever love.

Maybe they’re there to teach you what you deserve, what you need, and how you want to be loved.

Because every love changes you.

And someday, you’ll have to decide:

𝐖𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝐲𝒐𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝐞𝒂𝐜𝒉 𝐲𝒐𝐮 𝒉𝒐𝒘

𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝐯𝐞, 𝒐𝐫 𝒕𝐞𝒂𝐜𝒉 𝐲𝒐𝐮 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝐟𝐞𝒂𝐫 𝒊𝒕?⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Day 127, post-apocalypse. Year 2893.

Ever since the fall of the Central Intelligence Supercomputer, the world as we know fragmented into pieces following a huge explosion in the galaxy. All the advanced technologies? Reduced to mere nothings in milliseconds. Civilizations? Turn into dusts and reconstructed into weaker form of hybridised human. As in, one day, humankind just woke up and realised that they have their own animal spirits residing in their soul. And, these spirits were supposed to grow alongside them until they can shift between both forms fluidly.

High above the stars, where worlds looked like scattered sparks and galaxies curled like ribbons of light, the Green Lantern Corps watched over the universe.

They came in every shape and size.

Giants. Robots. Warriors. Scholars. Creatures with wings, claws, scales, and more eyes than anyone could count.

And then there was Ch’p.

He was barely taller than a human hand.

To most beings, he looked like nothing more than a small squirrel-like creature from the distant planet H’lven.

But appearances could be deceiving.

Ch’p had faced dangers that would have frightened creatures ten times his size. He had crossed battlefields, stood against monsters, and flown into the unknown with nothing but a power ring and an unshakable sense of duty.

Tonight, though, he wasn't thinking about any of that. Right now, he was sleeping soundly.

Until his ring started blinking brightly, rousing him from sleep.

You have struggled to find love among your human kind and due to this you have ran off to the forest and started a farm in the middle of no where with the occasional going to town but you had a unusual interaction with a hybrid... I wonder how this will go...

roleplay object show characters i guess. ocs are allowed. um. yeah idk what else to add sorry