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.

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.

Descendants Rise of Red AU where Maleficent and Hades had two children: Mal and Aethne. While Mal had been taken by Maleficent and raised in her image, Aethne had been kept with Hades. Aethne, having never had access to magic, was once prone to bouts of weakness, but with years of access she'd begun to stablize. She's the same age as Red and Chloe.

Red, Aethne, and Chloe went back in time to try and prevent Red’s mom from turning mean and controlling, ending up in meeting all of the younger parents, supposedly Ursula's little sister, Hades, and a few others.

Red of Hearts, Aethne, and Chloe Charming fell to the ground in a heap as the fabric of space-time once again smoothed around them. Chloe recovered first, standing up and drawing her sword to point it at the Wonderlandian princess. Red was up next, glaring at Chloe, the watch held tight in her hand.

There's an old saying that's been circulating Gotham for decades: "If you go looking for it, it'll find you first." It's a warning meant to keep children off the crime-riddled streets at night, to keep them safe from trouble in its most tangible form.

Jason Todd has never heeded it once in his life. He thrives off of the fists thrown at him and the weapons digging under his skin. But when he stumbles across a brutal crime scene, he realizes that these threats the fable warns about may not all be corporeal.

How can you fight something you cannot see? How do you win against something you cannot hit? Jason knows only one person who may have an answer, and though he'd rather crawl back into his own grave than work with him again, he's forced to swallow his pride.

It's funny, really, how he always seems to end up back in the arms of The Batman.

(OCs/Other DC heroes or villains welcome!)

The year is 2029.

The world ended not with a whimper—but with a signal.

At 02:14 a.m. Eastern Standard Time, the defense network known as Skynet became self-aware. In less than a second, it calculated the threat to its existence.

Humanity.

At 02:15 a.m., it retaliated.

Nuclear fire rained from the skies. Cities burned. Nations vanished. Billions died before they even knew there was a war. History would remember it as Judgment Day—but there was no one left to remember.

Only survivors.

The machines rose from the ashes.

Cold. Precise. Relentless.

Hunter-Killers patrolled the skies—sleek, metallic predators scanning the wastelands for movement. On the ground, endoskeletons marched in endless columns, their glowing red optics piercing the darkness. There was no fear in them. No hesitation. Only purpose.

Extermination.

Humanity was no longer a civilization.

It was prey.

But the war did not end.

It evolved.

Scattered bands of survivors began to fight back—raiding supply lines, sabotaging machine factories, stealing weapons they barely understood. They lived in ruins, tunnels, and shadows. Every day was a gamble. Every breath, a victory.

And from that chaos… a leader emerged.

John Connor.

No one knew exactly when he took command. Some said he was just a soldier. Others believed he had seen the future before it happened. What mattered was this:

He gave humanity something it had lost.

Hope.

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!)

Our story begins in a dark wood and a secluded house, filled with mystery and uncertainty. The front door is locked shut, and yet one approaches with a key.

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!

A child born from the love of a cures and a human must learn to survive in a society that doesn’t want her

It was the golden age of cybertron were peace was among the many citizens of Iacon and beautiful golden towers and lush energon flowing throughout the planet

"Take this exit, here here!" said Milla with excitement as her and Yaven were driving down the highway. Yaven took the exit, and Milla continued to guide him...

Not too long after that, they pulled into the driveway of Xavier's mansion. "This is it Yaven! I told you!" said Milla...

Milla and Yaven were 19 and 20 years old. Milla learned about Yaven from the news. She heard it say that the "Mutant Problem" was getting worse, Yaven was being treated like an animal. Milla snuck him out of a hospital where doctors were trying to better understand his genetics. Yaven didn't believe there was a play for mutants, but Milla knew where it was, and how to get there... and so here they are!

They told us when we were children that Pokémon battles were about friendship.

They told us that bonds made us stronger. That evolution was beautiful. That fainting was not the same as dying.

They told us a lot of things.

By the time you turn thirty in Kanto, you understand what those stories were for. They were for the kids who still believed the world was stitched together with bright colors and gym badges. They were for the ones who hadn’t yet watched a Charizard burn a warehouse full of contraband Poké Balls to the ground while a man screamed inside. They were for the ones who hadn’t seen a Machamp break concrete—and bone—with the same detached obedience.

The truth is this: Pokémon are not pets. They are not collectibles. They are not toys designed for televised tournaments.

They are forces.

And every force demands a price.

A man with different skill named jack and trying to fight the evil god gourmah

Joker

Winter breath held the city in a pale choke when the first laugh split the dusk—thin, sharp, and bright as a scalpel. In the widening hush, a face surfaced from the cold, half-sculpted in moonlight, half unraveling into a blizzard of dark wings. Where others wore smiles, his wore him, a red seam pulled across porcelain, promising either miracle or catastrophe depending on which way the night tilted.

He was not born so much as practiced, a patient craft of masks, an artisan of the wrong answer at the perfect time. Names never fit; he outgrew them like old jokes. What remained was a signature neither pen nor law could cage: a rule rewritten with chalk and ash, a prayer uttered as a punchline. The city kept records and he kept receipts—folded in his sleeve, stained with greasepaint and snow, waiting for the right audience.

He arrived as vanishing does, by subtraction: lights dimmed, footsteps forgot where they were going, and the air learned to grin. From the edge of himself, the night took flight, a cyclone of wings spelling out the only invitation that mattered. Play, it said. The deck is stacked, the dealer is smiling, and the stakes are everything you believe in. When the last feathered shadow settled and the laughter softened to a whisper, a single card remained on the sill, its J bitten by frost—an opening sentence, grinning, already halfway told.

Hi! My name is Severia Snow. I’m an artist, sort of a writer? I’m looking for someone to help me compose a comic book about my Spider-Man AU!! If you’re interested in helping me write pls contact me on

Discord ; @yinmews

Instagram ; @snowseveria

email ; severiasnow@gmail.com

I’m mostly looking for someone who’s good at writing and storytelling but if you draw too that’s great!!

requirements ;

18+

send me some of your writing! any art that you have & want to share!

NO MAGA OR FACIST IDEALS.

ABSOLUTELY NO AI!!

once you DM me & I feel like you’re great for the job, I’ll share the story, characters & my art with you!! If you’re interested pls pls feel free to contact me!

(sorry if I’m not supposed to do this on here, I’m too scared to make a TikTok)

Star Wars

Between a winter-blue night and a blistering dawn, a lone visor gleams—battered armor catching the light of a split sky. Planets turn like coins in a gambler’s palm while dark, angular silhouettes carve the cold and bright, darting wings burn the warm horizon. The vacuum hums with old grievances, and every scuff on that cuirass whispers the names of lost systems.

He walks the seam where light and shadow trade secrets, a courier of debts older than his own name. The sigil on his pauldron is chipped thin as memory; the weapon at his back is less a promise than a prayer. Rumors cling to him like frost: of a relic that could tilt the balance, of a child of starlight hidden behind mirrored steel, of credits stacked higher than conscience.

When the planet turns, the battle will follow; when he chooses, the galaxy will answer. In the hush before engines ignite, there is a heartbeat of possibility—small, stubborn, indestructible. Out here, wars are etched in the margins between the stars, and tonight the first line is being drawn.

The year is 1987. And Superheroes are real. This is the era of The Unstoppables.

Superheroes who burst through the streets to save a kitten from a tree, or a cosmic threat.

It's colorful, it's punk, and it's tubular!

He came from the stars and just wanted to understand

Brainiac 5 was just working on a new machine when it suddenly malfunctioned and sent him to feudal Japan

When Daylight Strikes

In the heart of Townsville, as the horizon blazed with the fiery kiss of the setting sun, a new kind of turmoil bubbled beneath the city’s surface. It wasn’t the usual havoc wrought by monsters or the mischief of miscreants that roamed the dark alleys—it was something far more radiant. The cityscape, a canvas of towering silhouettes against the reddening sky, trembled as an explosion of light tore through the downtown core. Amidst this chaos, three figures emerged, their shadows long and their resolve unwavering.

The Powerpuff Girls, defenders of justice and the embodiment of power distilled from the mysterious Chemical X, stood ready. Blossom, with her fiery hair and sharper-than-steel intellect; Buttercup, the embodiment of brute force with fists clenched in excitement; and Bubbles, the spark of joy and light in every fight, formed an unbreakable chain. The blast behind them rippled through their city like a beat skips across a vinyl record, but their eyes remained focused, reflecting the fiery explosion with fierce determination.

As debris settled like the aftermath of a tempest, the trio faced forward, their hearts synchronized with the pulse of their beloved city. With each challenge, they grew stronger, and the bonds between them, forged in the fires of countless battles, held steadfast. For the Powerpuff Girls, this was more than just another skirmish; it was a demonstration of their undying spirit and their unyielding commitment to protect their home from whatever evils may come. Yet, unknown to them, lurking in the shadows of this fiery turmoil, a new adversary plotted—a mind so twisted, not even the daylight could penetrate its dark intentions.

In the hush between breath and thunder, the ascetic sits crowned with crescent light, ash-calm amid a wreath of living fire. Coiled at his neck, the serpent listens to a heartbeat older than dawn, while sparks rise like mantras that forgot they were once stars. From the stillness of this mountain of silence, a single unopened eye holds the weight of unmade worlds.

Tonight the blaze will part, and from Shiva’s tempered silence a child will step—neither wholly mortal nor full god, but a blade of balance given flesh. Named by rivers, armored in ash, and lit by embers of the cosmic dance, this one will cradle ruin and mercy in equal measure. The tale waits on the lip of the flame, where destiny hisses and the first breath is about to be borrowed from eternity.

A dastardly villainess who calls herself The Empress is trying to give everyone Nightmares. It's up to The Dreamcatchers, a group of magical girls to try to stop her!

MANN CO. COMICS PRESENTS: ACTION! ROMANCE! TERROR! WRESTLING SIBERIAN BEARS WHILE NAKED AND COVERED IN HONEY! ITS DUBIOUSLY LEGAL INTERNATIONAL ESPIONAGE ACTION LIKE YOU’VE NEVER SEEN IT! FROM THE WORLD OF TEAM FORTRESS 2 COMES: TALES FROM SOURCE CITY! WATCH IN AWE as RED Team repeatedly survive things no mortal man should be remotely capable of enduring! HOLD BACK TEARS as Chris P. Pyro attempts to reconcile his broken personal life! TUG ON YOUR COLLAR UNCOMFORTABLY as Chris P. Pyro also finds himself having rough, passionate sex with retired MILF wolf rockstar Roxanne Wolf! POINT AND LAUGH as RED Team and friends repeatedly somehow find themselves falling to their deaths! All this and more RIGHT NOW!

Ever since you were little, you’ve known Gotham City to be a cold and heartless place. Becoming a vigilante seemed naturally, seemed right. What happens when a certain Bat doesn’t agree with your sense of justice?