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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
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.
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.
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.
Starling city, a shining beacon between the light and the dark, a twilight of grubby money lovers who flash their bills to make their problems fade into the blur of noise that pollutes the city’s heart as a poison to the veins of one’s body; wrapping itself as a needle through the arm. Does no one stand against the darkness of the glittering lie which throbs in the soul of corruption?
if only destiny were not cruel… perhaps there could be someone… but heroes don’t belong in Starling City.
heroes have never belonged.
or so fate says….
Then again, I don’t believe in fate.
we make our own paths in life and mine…
took me to places I never imagined I’d ever go.
My name is Oliver Queen, and eventually the hero they call the Green Arrow, and I gotta be honest,
What, for stars sake is fate without a little hell to give, hmm?
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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!
A word placed in the beginning, that leads with a letter near the end of the alphabet. The world is full of beginnings, but realized when I began in the middle. Much like conception with life itself it always places the beginning in the middle. Here's a story of thought process.
"What has happened to Gabriel? His energy signature disappeared"
Lives moved on, the scouts settled into mundane habits, and the yoma stopped appearing. Everything seemed ty have become normal. Years passed, and then suddenly life signatures began disappearing and the world was in upheaval. Too many weird things were happening for it all to be coincidence. The latest bizarre event, the disappearance of Gabriel. Is he truly gone or can he be found and saved?
[DISCLAIMER: This is supposed to be a sort of anthology where anyone could add their own self contained story and characters that take place in this single world. Have fun roleplaying! Art made by me!]
In this world, a zombie apocalypse ravaged humanity nearly a decade ago. It was a nightmare in the beginning. Cities and neighborhoods were wiped out. Millions have fallen victim to the “Chronic Wasting Disease” which was thought to only affect animals. Along with zombies, people were facing starvation, low resources, health issues, and pillaging. Since then, the craziness has died down and people just adapted and tried their best to survive in their new environment by either going solo, traveling in groups, or establishing small villages or “sanctuaries” run by its inhabitants in the form of “councils”.
However, it seems like new things are emerging after a long cycle of stagnation…
Rosemary has been living in the northeast sanctuary ever since she was a teenager. It’s safe from the dangers outside the walls. But she can’t help sneaking out and spying on the zombies. They’ve been acting a little strange lately… Almost like they’re conscious. She also took notice of new zombies as well…
