The sky above Brockton Bay split open with a terrible brilliance, a blinding crack of white fire. The heavens themselves seemed to shudder under the descending weight of something vast and wrong—something apocalyptic. A thousand voices screamed without sound. A thousand futures twisted into som...
2025-02-16 11:45:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe scream was raw. Desperate.
Taylor surged forward, stretching her gelatinous form across the ruined street as she followed the sound. Her swarm scattered ahead, sweeping through dark alleys and collapsed buildings, searching for the source of the disturbance. The moment she found it, she...
2025-02-15 11:06:00 +0000 UTC View PostGreg adjusted his hoodie for what had to be the hundredth time, feeling absolutely ridiculous. “This is dumb,” he muttered…
Greg adjusted his hoodie for what had to be the hundredth time, feeling absolutely ridiculous.
"This is dumb," he muttered, staring at his reflection in t...
I won’t lie; my plan was to garner enough money from writing fanfics to kickstart my dream of becoming a published author, but that seems increasingly out of reach every day. So, I'm dabbling into other areas like animation to expand my skills and earn more income that way. I've only got a pho...
2025-02-15 00:48:49 +0000 UTC View PostThe night was thick with the scent of burnt wood and scorched earth, the air heavy with lingering heat. The five Case 53s moved in formation, spreading out as they advanced through the ruins of the latest village, their eyes scanning for movement.
Then Hollow felt it. A shift beneath the gr...
2025-02-14 21:53:05 +0000 UTC View PostHAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
To celebrate this special occasion, why don't you hop down to the shop and get yourself a copy of my original fiction: The Wind Blades—now at a discounted price!!!
Just use this code—4056B—for 50% off. Thanks!!!
By the way, fanfiction scheduled for...
2025-02-14 09:36:54 +0000 UTC View PostThe ruins of Brockton Bay stretched before her, a corpse of a city, shattered and left to rot.
Taylor lingered at the tree line, her gelatinous form pooled in the underbrush, watching. Buildings slumped like exhausted sentinels, their walls pockmarked with damage and bullet holes. The stree...
2025-02-13 21:45:44 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor knew it was a risk.
Her ribs still ached when she moved too fast, and the bruises from her last encounter had barely started to fade. But a weapons shipment of this scale? She couldn’t ignore it. The Narrows had already become a war zone with Penguin and Black Mask tearing each oth...
2025-02-13 19:30:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe gallery was quiet, save for the soft echoes of footsteps and the occasional murmur of conversation. Contessa stood in front of a painting, hands folded neatly behind her back, studying the brushstrokes.
Maggie, standing beside her, tilted her head. “What do you think?”
Contess...
2025-02-13 08:06:46 +0000 UTC View PostThe city never slept.
From his vantage point atop a crumbling rooftop in the Narrows, Nightwing watched the distant neon signs cast a dull glow over the rain-slick asphalt. Gotham had always been a battleground, but the gang war had turned it into something worse. In the chaos, new players ...
2025-02-12 11:30:08 +0000 UTC View PostThe library was quiet. Not silent—there was the occasional rustle of pages, the soft hum of overhead lights, the faint clicking of a keyboard—but quiet enough. Contessa stood near the front desk, taking it in.
Maggie, already heading toward the shelves, glanced over her shoulder. “You...
2025-02-12 06:51:44 +0000 UTC View PostMONDAY
TUESDAY
WEDNESDAY
THURSD...
2025-02-12 06:20:25 +0000 UTC View PostDoctor Mother sat in silence, her expression unreadable as she reviewed the report.
The images on the screen were grainy—satellite feeds and drone footage, distant enough to lack detail but close enough to confirm the essentials. Villages wiped out. Patches of land scorched black. Bodies...
2025-02-11 19:37:33 +0000 UTC View PostThe stories spread like wildfire.
A monster in the heart of the continent. A nightmare of flesh and shadow that walked like a man but devoured parahumans like an animal. Villages wiped off the map. Entire generations erased in a single attack.
Survivors—what few there were—spoke i...
2025-02-11 19:37:17 +0000 UTC View PostShould I continue with The “S” Stands For Superman or should I start a new story? It will be moved to my Sunday slot —the full timetable will be available soon.
2025-02-11 06:17:22 +0000 UTC View PostThe late afternoon sun slanted through the diner windows, stretching long shadows across the booths. The lunch rush had faded, leaving only a handful of customers lingering over coffee refills and half-eaten pie. Contessa wiped down the counter with her usual precision, while Maggie leaned agains...
2025-02-11 06:03:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe lunch crowd had settled in, filling the diner with the steady hum of conversation and the clatter of silverware against plates. Contessa stood near the entrance, studying the seating arrangements.
A couple occupied the corner booth, sitting side by side instead of across from each other...
2025-02-11 06:02:45 +0000 UTC View PostThe ice cream parlor was busy, but not overwhelmingly so. Families, teenagers, and the occasional lone customer filled the space, the air thick with the scent of sugar and freshly made waffle cones.
Contessa stood at the counter, observing the menu.
Beside her, Maggie let out a satis...
2025-02-11 05:59:57 +0000 UTC View PostThe sidewalk was uneven. Contessa noted this as she walked, her pace unhurried but careful. The cracks in the pavement were a potential tripping hazard. Inefficient.
But this was not new information.
She had finished her shift at the diner an hour ago, yet instead of heading straight ...
2025-02-11 05:40:58 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor had expected resistance from the gangs ever since she became a known variable.
She hadn't expected this.
The ambush came without warning.
The alley was a kill box—a narrow corridor of broken concrete and graffiti-tagged brick walls, slick with rain and offering...
2025-02-10 17:37:49 +0000 UTC View PostI won’t lie, it’s a bit stressful navigating SpaceBattles’ DM mechanics. So, while I will also use the platform to reach out to you, I can also be contacted via WhatsApp—easier to send documents through it: +447448498468.
2025-02-09 12:51:46 +0000 UTC View PostGotham never changed.
The faces did. The skyline shifted with every disaster, every rebuilding effort, every new crime lord who decided they wanted a piece of it. But Gotham itself? The city had a way of grinding people down, of wearing on you until you either adapted or broke...
2025-02-08 18:22:46 +0000 UTC View PostGreg winced as he peeled his hoodie away from his side, grimacing at the deep purple bruises forming beneath. That last hit had hurt, even w
Greg winced as he peeled his hoodie away from his side, grimacing at the deep purple bruises forming beneath. That last hit had hurt, even wi...
2025-02-08 11:53:06 +0000 UTC View PostThe bell above the diner door jingled as a customer stepped inside, bringing a brief gust of cool evening air with him. Contessa noted his entrance, cataloging the way he hesitated before choosing a stool at the counter.
A few minutes later, Maggie, leaning against the register, gave her a ...
2025-02-07 16:46:32 +0000 UTC View PostThe Narrows was unusually quiet tonight, a fragile peace settling over the streets after weeks of violence. But Taylor knew better than to trust the calm. Beneath the surface, Gotham simmered like a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding.
She sat hunched over in the dim light of her room...
2025-02-07 11:48:46 +0000 UTC View PostThe rooftops of Gotham were unforgiving. The wind cut through the city with a bite that even her layered clothing couldn’t keep out. Crouched atop the rusted remains of a fire escape, Taylor locked her gaze on the warehouse below. Another one of Penguin’s supply hubs—one of the many she’d...
2025-02-07 07:58:01 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor’s form shifted seamlessly over the uneven terrain, her gelatinous body adapting to every dip and rise without effort. The outpost had given her direction—Brockton Bay was still there, still struggling, and her team was still fighting. But she wasn’t ready to face them. Not yet.
Greg's breath came in ragged gasps as the gang members circled him, the overgrown field behind Winslow stretching wide and empty. His ribs throbbed from the last hit, his legs shaky with exhaustion.
Not exactly how he'd imagined his first fight as a parahuman.
"You're doing great!" ...
The late afternoon sun slanted through the diner windows, stretching long shadows across the booths. The lunch rush had faded, leaving only a handful of customers lingering over coffee refills and half-eaten pie. Contessa wiped down the counter with her usual precision, while Maggie leaned agains...
2025-02-05 09:59:40 +0000 UTC View PostUpdates will be slowed for a while because I'm feeling a bit ill. Sorry, everyone.
2025-02-04 12:13:53 +0000 UTC View Post