As the ascended Children of Light assume their rightful place among the stars in Orbit, one falters and starts to fall. Down to the Realms of Sky- no, further... all the way down to the Earth we know..
And so a fragmented memory of the Prince of Eden finds themself in a dark alley, the only light being the one from their heart.
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…
Bella was a normal girl in the human world. Recently, she had been playing the indie game called "Inscryption" (really good game btw), and she got to the save file thing that leads to act 2. But instead of getting put in that area of the game, she got sucked into her computer screen and put into the world of Inscryption. Now she has to navigate the Scrybes and survive while being the scrybe of digital art.
Brainiac 5 was just working on a new machine when it suddenly malfunctioned and sent him to feudal Japan
An oversaturation of heroes. That's what everyone says. But what they don't acknowledge is that most of those heroes ignore the poorer areas, that there are people left to rot in the slums because there are no cameras to watch the heroes win. In these areas resources are scarce, people are rough, jobs even moreso. And so, I invite ye to see what happens in these areas.
Warnings
(Think that's all)
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.
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.
With Batman dead and the rest of the family gone, Dick Grayson is struggling to find his place in his father’s world. As he shoulders the leadership of the Justice League and takes Bruce’s place in Gotham society, he must also find a way to raise his traumatized and hostile youngest brother.
Luckily, he’s not alone. One vigilante defied the odds to stay with him, and Stephanie Brown achieves what she sets her mind to. Together, can they rebuild their family and defend their world?
High above the bustling city of Metropolis, a figure cuts through the winds with the ease of a falcon, the bright emblem on his chest a beacon of hope to all who catch a glimpse. Clad in blue and red, he is more than a man; he is a symbol of justice, a guardian who watches over the innocent and battles the forces of evil with the might of the gods. His journey is not just one of heroism, but of self-discovery, as he balances the dual identity of the omnipotent Superman and the mild-mannered reporter, Clark Kent.
As the sun dips below the skyline, casting long shadows across the concrete jungle, a new challenge emerges from the depths of the city's underbelly. Whispered voices speak of a technological terror, a creation that could disrupt the very fabric of human existence. Despite the weight of the world on his shoulders, his resolve remains as unbreakable as the steel of his will. Tonight, the skies above Metropolis will not only bear witness to the speed of his flight but to the strength of his commitment to keep the city safe.
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 a world where the ordinary bounds of physics bowed to the extraordinary, Central City had found its guardian. The air vibrated, charged with anticipation, as streaks of brilliant gold and fiery red split the atmosphere. There he was—a blur against the cityscape, more a force of nature than a man—racing towards the unknown with a smirk that barely kept pace with his speed. The Flash, as the people of Central City fondly named him, was not just a hero; he was an emblem of hope, an electric savior in a streamlined suit of red.
This morning, however, bore a different air—one thick with a peculiar tension that tugged at the seams of reality. As the city's golden light slept beneath a blanket of ominous clouds, a new challenge whispered on the horizon. Unseen yet palpable, it demanded a swiftness that even The Flash might find daunting. But speed was his ally and time, a playground where he performed his mightiest feats. On streets that echoed with the tales of his victories, today's silence spoke of a brewing storm. Here, amidst the clash of thunder and the flash of his boots, a new chapter was about to begin.
Little did he know, as he navigated the tangled threads of light and shadow, this day would test the very essence of his powers. Not just a race against an adversary, but a trial across the woven fabric of time itself, challenging him to outrun a fate that threatened more than just the pulse of Central City. As the first drops of rain marked the pavement, mingling with the cosmic dust of his trail, The Flash readied himself. For speed was more than his gift; it was his promise—a vow cast in the sparks of an unyielding will.
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.
Under the shroud of perpetual nightfall, the city breathes in tones of gray and whispers of darker deeds. Gotham’s skyline, a piercing silhouette against the overcast heavens, tells tales of towering aspirations and the deep shadows they cast. It's a place where the glow of streetlights seems more like willing conspirators than illuminating beacons, casting eerie reflections on rain-soaked pavements that never truly dry. In the heart of the city, the pulse of traffic beats relentlessly—a symphony of horns and sirens that never quiets, just as the undercurrent of the city's darker trade never truly sleeps.
The river, murky and expansive, assigns itself as Gotham's artery, winding through the cityscape as a living entity aware of every secret spilled into its depths. The bridges arching over it serve as ribs, structures holding up the sprawling expanse of a city burdened with its own legend and lore. At night, when the fog rolls in from the waters, it cloaks the city in a ghostly veil, making the already blurred line between right and wrong, hero and villain, even more indistinguishable.
Here, amidst this backdrop of architectural giants and whispered sins, stories emerge that are as complex as the city's labyrinthine alleys. Every shadowed corner and dimly lit street holds the potential for heroism—or horror. In Gotham, every night is an invitation to unveil what lurks in the darkness, waiting for a moment to step into the scant light offered by the moon’s cautious gaze.
In the bleak abyss of the Netherworld, where the skies bleed crimson and the howls of the condemned are a perennial echo, the air was electrified by an imminent upheaval. Ethereal chains clanked in the infernal winds as a figure stood amidst the chaos, an amalgamation of despair and defiance that had cultivated an aura of terror and reverence. Known only as Spawn, this enigmatic warrior wore his torment like armor, his body adorned with remnants of souls long damned and forgotten. Each skull, each spectral wisp around him, whispered tales of sorrow and fury, igniting a relentless quest for redemption that pulsed through the very veins of the Netherworld.
Spawn, born from the ashes of a tormented past, was a creature few understood and even fewer dared confront. Entrapped by his own misdeeds and a pawn in celestial battles beyond mortal comprehension, his existence teetered on the precipice of eternal damnation and divine retribution. As the moons of the Netherworld ascended in alignment, casting ghostly lights upon twisted spires, a prophecy murmured amongst the tombstones spoke of redemption not just for Spawn but for any soul brave enough to unshackle from fate’s cruel grasp. A rebellion was stirring, fueled by the flames of redemption, and the world above remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the depths below.
But before the ashes of his redemption could give rise to a new dawn, Spawn must traverse the treacherous paths laid by vengeful gods and demonic overlords. Each step forward was a battle, a relentless struggle against chains that sought to restrain his burgeoning power. The Netherworld quaked as Spawn gathered lost souls and ancient powers, forging alliances in shadowed corners and battling foes enshrouded in the gloom of everlasting night. His journey was not only one of vengeance but of self-discovery, as every encounter stripped away layers of his cursed past, revealing glimpses of the man he once was.
Striking pale dark green eyes, pale rosy cheeks.
“Madam. Your baby…”
The madam did not turn to look at her newborn, coldly said.
”Raise her strictly.”
”Yes Madam.”
Cold, loveless marriage, madam’s heart still wasn’t moved by your birth.
I reincarnated into the unlovable half older sister of the female lead.
[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.
"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!
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!)
Akechi Maurice Preacherson is a young detective on the verge of a breakdown, with the shadow of his father's death haunting his every step. On the verge of his suicide, an old friend from his barely remembered past comes back, dangling a lead that's good enough to live for, giving Akechi a reason to go back to the religion that his father, Erryl Preacher, started long ago.
What secrets does the Iris Hands hold, and what will he find now that the past is coming back When Memory Fails?
The world itself is a blank slate, an empty canvas. Eventually it will be filled, but currently it only contains one being: a being that while once human is now a being of pure mana, an immortal with no purpose it now seeks to explore and learn about the world around it, striving to learn about the universe that was capable of making a relatively mundane being into something like it.
what if, a high school student, who had everyone who loved him, teachers who see him like a son to them. classmates who are like brothers and sisters to him.
Until he graduated, to him, graduation was a death sentence to him, he is now a college student with different people who are nothing like the family he had back in high school?
It all started after he unpacked everything from comics, to video games, and electronics, his dorm room has a personal bathroom and shower. and he has access to his own personal laundry room. they may be something he likes, but deep down, he is forever haunted by nightmares of his high school friends who he wish to have them back.
As he sleeps, he begin to dream, he dreamed about a lightrail station he goes to when he goes to high school. it was dark and empty, as he plan to cross the rails to get to the other lightrail station, he saw lights heading toward him. he moved out of the way, and every faces he see are faces of his high school classmates, their faces slowly turn into college students he does not want them to replace what he had.
the bottom of the city is dark. i mean, of course it is - as the buildings stretch higher and higher, it makes sense that the sun would get totally blocked out eventually. it’s alright, really… there’s flying cars, mile-long elevators, all that cyberpunk jazz. the city has built itself around the advancement of its technology and its citizens have adapted along with it.
that being said, life isn’t great. money makes the world go ‘round, and GOD is it hard to come by (capitalism!!!). climbing the corporate ladder SUCKS and office jobs are BORING and also he keeps FAILING THE INTERVIEWS, so, under a mysterious organization he’s been mysteriously acquainted with since his earlier youth, tobi’s been picking up some odd jobs (highly dangerous HIGHLY ILLEGAL activities) to keep food on the table.
what could possibly go wrong? (nothing. nothing could go wrong.)
In 1954, humanity realized just how small they truly are when they awoke a god-like beast who tore through Tokyo, leaving it a smoldering crater. Its name was GODZILLA.
In the years that followed, humanity has watched the world change for better and worse as Godzilla and the monsters called Kaiju have altered the landscape through their rampages and use of a strange new radiation called Kami-Sei giving rise to unfamiliar ecosystems and frightening creatures all the while cities are reduced to rubble, leading humanity to fight a war they already lost.
Welcome to a new Godzilla universe, where the familiar is unfamiliar, humanity tries to harness the energy of living forces of nature, and gods and monsters are one and the same and at their absolute ZENITH.
