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"So, there I was, on a rooftop in the middle of the night. I hear a bunch of ABB guys down below getting a pep talk by Lung himself about killing a bunch of kids." I pause to give them a moment to digest this, "And all I have is bugs." "Bugs?" "Insects, I can control them." The lead officer...

There's a godawful noise in my head, like someone turned a jackhammer on full blast and aimed it right between my eyes. Groaning, I roll over—no idea which way is up. Am I still drunk? Did I party too hard? Nah, I don't remember hitting the bottle. Not recently, at least. "Holy shit, did that...

Chapter 1 I’m a Goa’uld? I dropped down into a puddle in the dark. I heard a tinny clank as something dropped down next to me. My body writhed, and curled as I heard footsteps approach and I heard a voice, “Is that a gold amulet?! Score! Wait… Is that a snake?” I felt a small harsh light shine...

Unknown location outside of time. outside of all the multiverses. While most would think that there is only one multiverse Professor Paradox knew that it is not the case. Paradox looks at the infinite multiverses in order to see if there is a threat to the omniverse but found none. After this...

What if a bunch of people got inserted into some of the worst villains ever and got dropped into a world overflowing with heroes? Let's find out together! OC SI's as the slaughter house nine, mega crossover world, invincible, marvel, DC and WORM obviously to name just a few. Wanted to do...

-x- CHAPTER 1 -x- This is a quest inspired by Graev's Warlock CYOA. -x- Seven stars hurtle towards a lonely blue dot nestled in between spiraling gold and silver. -x- ABEL -x- A sudden, bone-chilling cold gnawed at his bones, jolting him awake. The stink of the sea assaulted his nose...

Chapter 1 Rain pattered against the windshield of the van as it raced past traffic that pulled over for it. Bold, white letters on its side were visible for only a second as it came and went: PRT. Everyone knew they meant 'Parahuman Response Team'. For locals, it was an unfortunate and...

Brockton Bay, the trash hole treasure of New Hampshire, New England. A city filled with super powered megalomaniacs, gangs, heroes, and anything else you can really imagine. Anything else unpleasant, that is. And it's the same city that Jared found himself in. After moving in from Boston, he...

I checked my makeup in the mirror. The subtlest touches removed blemishes, gave me ruby red lips, and made my sparkling blue eyes pop. A glance at my immaculately manicured nails revealed no chips in the even glossy coats of the red polish. Cosmetics Perfect! "Heat from fire, fire from heat."...

Monarch of Administration Taylor alt!power as the Bearer of the Curse. Three girls were dragging a large lump of cloth through the Brockton Bay Docks, the smallest shivered and looked over her shoulder every few steps. "Are you sure we will be able to take a boat out into the bay far enough...

1.01 Approaching a burning UFO wasn't one of my brightest moments. I could think of so many ways that this could go wrong. I could get set on fire. The UFO could explode. The aliens could shoot me. The aliens could give me a highly contagious space flu that turned me into a zombie. Normally, I...

"...As Empty As The Pale-Blue Sky Above." The camera whirred to life with a soft click, the red LED lighting up and signaling the stream was live. "What's up guys, it's ya bois, UBER AND LEEEEEEET!!" Leet screamed at the top of his lungs into the camera's microphone. Uber chimed in with...

Honored Pasiap, guide my steps along the hallowed path of tradition. Honored Mela, fill me with wisdom and let me speak only true. Honored Sextes Jylis, keep me hale so that my labors bear fruit. Honored Daana'd, wash clean my soul so that I too may one day become Immaculate. Honored Hesiesh...

Art badly photoshopped combination of commissions from lonsheep and KingDaume ----- Even More Completely Unoriginal ----- Day 1.1 : Thrown Into the Fray In retrospect, maybe Brockton Bay wasn't the best city to be visibly queer in. I mean, you'd think the bright teal mohawk, chestful of...

Clark preferred the night. Daylight beat too brightly on him. It made the noise and the sights too strong. He rarely spent time under the sun if he could avoid it. He could still hear the screams, the begging, the cries of a world ending at night - but it was easier to shut them out. To focus in...

I started posting a number of essays on Parahumans on Tumblr after getting the bright idea to try to inject some new conversation to the fandom. It turns out I don't like Tumblr, so, might as well post one of them here and see if there's any interest. Parahumans Thoughts: I've heard tell that...

Becoming a lab-rat for beings you cannot comprehend, dying again and again to be reborn in a endless chain of crazy worlds, becoming everything from a silly wizard to a cannibal with eldritch tentacles coming out of my back... Not exactly my idea of a adventure, but hey, at least my life is not...

You are [Phlogistons Bite]. You were the main weapon before being replaced. Reactivation diagnostics show that much of your body has been stripped away and repurposed for other Shards. You have been inactive for hundreds of Cycles. Something has happened to the Thinker, your reactivation is...

I blinked. I was staring at woodland, bright green leaves with tall oak trunks a bit away from rolling green hills away from the road I was on. Decidedly not the dark bathroom mirror I was previously staring in. My hands were still wet, droplets of water running down my hands in rivulets...

Expedition 1.1 Steel sang in the Garden of the Moon. In the grand palace-city of Sigmaron, the garden was a quiet place of contemplation, mediation, and a haven of solitude for most. To the guardians of the free people of the Mortal Realms, it was an excellent ground to practice their dueling...

Arrival 1.1 I woke up falling from several thousand feet in the air and on fire. That was a new one. Adrenaline surged and I jerked out of my stupor in a flailing tangle of limbs. My mind raced as I desperately tried to understand what was going on, how I had wound up like this, and most...

To Gwynne, who is myself Earlier today, a traveling companion had gifted me this journal, advising that I begin a diary to recollect those personal details I am wont to forget. "Is my memory really so awful?" I'd asked, doubtful and somewhat reluctant. "It isn't seemly for a man to have a...

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Chapter 1 Another day, another writing project, the Spaniard stooped over his keyboard mused to himself with a small smile. The glare from the window was just enough for him to catch a glimpse of pale skin and long brown hair courtesy of the black background of the Worm wiki and the glare of...

Greg Veder wasn't a coward. Or at least he thought so. He felt sick, each step his bag weighed him down like a stone, crushing him under its non-existent weight as he walked. Today was the first day back to school, back to Winslow, the heart-wrenching feeling of the plan he had stumbled...