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

The Sarentu have become a symbol of Na’vi Resistance across the Western Frontier of Pandora. The RDA had been successfully pushed out by them and the rest of their Sarentu Family. Now, however, Toruk Makto was calling all the Clans of Pandora together for another battle for the beautiful world Atan had only just begun to explore without Sky People interference.

They journey across the world to the Eastern Coast would be long, but with So’lek, Etuwa and the rest of the Sarentu and their allies, what could possibly go wrong…..

Arabella Lewis is Bruce Wayne's beautiful, talented, eldest daughter.

Cover picture unrelated.

the cat in the suit is an anthology series about individuals who have encountered an entity known only as The Cat. It grants wishes, and at first it’s great. Then the wish quickly turns deadly, leading to the victim’s horrible, painful demise.

there are other entities that are victims of The Cat twisted into something..other.

be as gorey and horrifying as you like! I don’t mind at all! Just uh. Keep in mind I’m a minor ^^”

This can be any thing you want dude. Let’s hash out some ideas together.

Testing, testing, 123...

All things Ben 10. Everybody's welcome, OCS included.

I'll probably make it look nice later, right now it's smoothie time.

- Kev

a completely unserious world where each action may or may not have consequences.

(This is Marvel based but all are welcome to join.)

“The Blip. I had been unfortunately not dusted like half of the universal population. It pisses me off still. Hell, I would’ve loved to check the fuck out for five years.”

She pauses to take a drink from a crackly, flimsy water bottle beside her. Alexa’s always had a problem with hydration. She often has to remind herself to drink something… or rather they have to remind her. The occasional voice in her head. Her babysitter who never leaves. The entity. Alexa isn’t quite sure what else to call them as they never gave her a name. They don’t literally speak in her head, it’s more like showing her images in her mind’s eye. There’s no individual names in the alien’s language. They were all about that ‘we’re all one,’ woo-woo shit. Everybody was a collective. I guess I could get behind that. Individualism is a poison and human society is evidence of it. Look how miserable and alone we all are…

A flash of colors in her head. Pay attention, the babysitter says. The young woman clears her throat and sits up straighter in her seat. 

“Sorry, champ. Was I zoning out again?” To any onlooker it would look like she’s talking to herself. That wouldn’t be the weirdest thing about her. Not by far. Alexa looks balefully at the camera of her smartphone. She’s been trying to record a video for YouTube but she has been doing really badly. She’s been watching a lot of story time videos in her down time and it turns out that she finds other people’s tales to be amusing. How could she tell her own life story without redacting a lot of it? Well, she couldn’t. She can’t have a social media presence (or a presence anywhere) without using fake names, morphing her looks and changing her voice too. If anyone recognized her from the old days that would literally cost her freedom. Or worse. 

Alexa scrunches up her face slightly, a nervous feature. “I’m not schizophrenic if you’re wondering. You probably are. I’m not talking to a person or to an animal off screen, I swear.” She plays with the water bottle cap between her fingers. Another nervous tell. Sonder likes to have something to fidget with. Evidently neurodivergent people do that, she’s learned recently. Of course her brain would be a bit special. “There’s a lot I can’t tell you, potential viewer. Sorry. But there is so much I do want to tell you.” That nervous, furrowed brow look fades into one of genuine warmth. As she smiles her teeth are a little too white, a little too even. The perks of being a shape-shifter: you’ll never look half bad. “So let’s begin, yeah? I’d say I’ve got some pretty cool stuff to talk about.” 

Many a desperate soul has been drawn beneath the sapphire boughs of the Windfell Woods in hopes of having a wish granted by the unicorn within.

But no magic is without cost, and leaving the woods is never as easy as entering...

lazy day

Diamond Assassin

Snow sifted down like ground glass as she moved, a dark figure skimming the edge of dawn, ribboning wind curling around her sleeves. Violet eyes caught the world in facets; every breath turned the sky into cut stone. The blade in her hand hummed a pale lavender, a shard of night made to split light itself. A butterfly of living luminescence came to rest on her shoulder, its wings pulsing once—twice—like a quiet heartbeat. In that hush between flakes and steel, the city held still and listened for the first crack.

They had named her for the fractures she left behind—clean lines, silent ruins, promises cleaved to their truths. In the House of Facets, vows were etched in bone and polished with discipline; she learned to turn hesitation into angles, doubt into edges. Her sword remembered every reflection it had severed, and each memory brightened its glow. She carried no crest, only a ribbon of pale silk that trailed her like a comet’s tail, and a rule carved deeper than any scar: cut the lie, spare the mirror that owns it.

Tonight, the butterfly brought a name folded in light, and the snow turned to sparks upon her sleeves. The mark was said to rule a hall of mirrors and deal in borrowed faces—an easy fracture, she thought—until the blade’s glow bent and showed her something impossible. In the shard’s reflection, the quarry’s face became her own, a facet of a past she had filed smooth and forgotten. The city exhaled; the ribbon snapped in the wind. And the first hairline crack didn’t open in glass, but in the diamond certainty of her heart.

It is October 31st, the night of Samhain- or Halloween as the rest of the country knows it as. It is the night He comes home-again. Play as a citizen of the sleepy town of Haddonfield Illinois to see whether you survive your encounter with the Boogeyman himself.

“Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn.”

Welcome to our alternate, near-future United States. Once a year, the government sanctions a 12-hour period where all criminal activity—including murder—becomes entirely legal. Emergency services are suspended. The rules of society vanish. Whether you are a wealthy citizen hiding behind state-of-the-art security, a street-level survivor just trying to see the dawn, or a purging marauder looking to unleash absolute chaos, your choices tonight will determine if you survive.

Will you purge, or will you protect? The siren is about to blare.

Violet De La Torre, a lone werewolf by choice. Life hasn't been kind to her. Her parents killed when she was a pup. She has a fatal condition called Darkling Syndrome because of a witches curse put in her family centuries ago because of a scorned love. Her grandfather leads a mafia type group called the Darklings, made of supernatural creatures. He took her in after her parents death, trained and honed her until her curse started to affect her. He tossed her out as she is no longer useful. She stays to herself never getting attached to anyone as she knows she will die in the end and doesn't want to leave them alone until one day she runs into Selene.

Selene, the silent protector of the city. She was turned into a vampires centuries ago by a vampire who turned her into a killer

Bathing Europe in blood until something happened that made her switch it up. She went from killer to protector. Keeping watch over the innocent from evil either human or supernatural. Their worlds collide one day. Violet learns to live while Selene learns to forgive.

Choosing to work for the Riddler could be considered a humiliation ritual in it's own right, but for Inquiry, it is a necessary stepping stone to break it into Gotham's criminal underground. A no name won't get too far, but they could ride the coat tails of someone well-to-do until they find the right place to bury the knife and make a name of their own.

Inquiry, otherwise known as Oliver Hawkins, never fancied himself as someone particularly cunning or smart, but Edward sees something in him - likely a fall guy, the perfect fool to go to Arkham or Blackgate on his behalf. That said, he doesn't fully begrudge the time he spends with Oliver.

Will Oliver manage to find his footing in this chaotic, ever changing gallery, or is he just another idiot caught in the schemes of a much bigger name?

Peace.

What is peace, really?

Some people consider peace to be quiet stillness.

Others consider peace to be a breath taken after a long battle.

Still others, the precious moments before a battle starts.

Every battle is a lesson in warfare. Don't get cocky. Don't push too far. Don't forget that you're not alone.

One blue hedgehog embodies that spirit.

Fighting for - well, what he believes, anyway - true peace.

This is a story about one hedgehog, who changed the world a step at a time.

”my name is phenix as many of yall have heard the great story’s of the animal shifters well i am here to tell my story as a half panther shift

Welcome to the world of Darkness. A world where hungry vampires prowl city streets, not invincible, but stronger than any human and answerable only to each other. Will the vampires remain secret, or will they shatter the masquerade?

[An Anthology world set in the universe of Vampire: The Masquerade. All characters and contributors welcome!]

Deadpool finally has it good, a wild goose chase of his led him to meeting Spencer Sterope a cute twinkish mutant whose into him surprisingly, but soon finds out his new lover despite living a ordinary life as some strange stuff going on.