[Doomsday Male Reader x Overwatch/DC AU] An undisclosed black site, not registered on any official document or record, left barren and destroyed. Pools of blood and piles of bodies decorating the entire facility, and not a culprit in sight. Sirens wail softly within the dead halls, as if trying to warn those to stay away, but a horrific discovery waits in the bowels of the laboratory. A crime against humanity on an unproportionate scale... At the height of the 'Omnic Crisis', when humanity appeared to be on its last dying breath against the machine uprising. It was believed that only an unstoppable force would be able to save the human race. Scientists were assembled in secret, leading geneticists and biologists, in an attempt to create a soldier that didn't fall to hunger or weariness. They held no moral quandaries about doing what must be done for the preservation of the species... Ten years after the end of the great war that ravaged the entire globe, leaving hundreds of millions dead and buried, the experiment subtly named, 'The Doomsday' was hidden away. The public backlash if they learned of the events that occurred would be immense, under no situation could it be revealed. Yet, the facility held no life anymore, and while the cause of the slaughter was still 'officially' unknown, reports of a monster roaming the local area had begun, substantial enough to worry government officials... It wasn't their first choice, but the famed international peacekeeping task force 'Overwatch' had been called in to deal with the issue. With little to no information as to what they were hunting, what they found would change the scope of the world as they knew it. A new age had begun since the end of the 'Omnic Crisis', a time of gods and monsters had begun... The Doomsday had finally broken loose...

From the depths of Arkham Asylum comes a new threat to society. Hell bent on becoming the master of fear, The Scarecrow shall do whatever it takes to make their enemies fall and be driven to madness.

I'm a Jedi Padawan... oh wait, I'm not. No Master will pick me. I'm the fabled "Weakest Jedi." My connection to the force is so below-average I can barely muster a force-push. My only powers include limited force-sense and basic enhancing of my physical attributes. Despite this, I WILL become a Jedi. How? By honing my physical abilities and lightsaber techniques beyond what anyone thought possible. __________________________________________________________________________________ Hesitant to call this a "power fantasy," but this story will include the main character slowly becoming more powerful. Maybe not in the way you think, but it will be satisfying (with patience). TCW era reader-centric fanfic. Will follow the timeline for the most part. Will probably include Ahsoka romance... eventually. Cover Art Credit: https://www.deviantart.com/adrian911/art/Jedi-guardian-128606995

Subject: 𝗧-𝟭𝟬𝟯 Suspect's Full Name: (𝙔/𝙉) (𝙇/𝙉) Current Whereabouts: 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏. Status: 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏. If anyone is to see anything suspicious concerning 𝗧-𝟭𝟬𝟯 are to contact authorities 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒚... -- Your past is but a fleeting memory. Found with your back to the wall, you run into none other than the brooding Eraser Head. Umbrella still gnaws at your back, yet you get into something you could never imagine being in; a school. And what better school than that for aspiring heroes than UA? You will face challenges left and right, and the past will come to rear its ugly head before you. Will you be able to handle the strain? Or will these new people guide you along a better, refreshing path? Just don't get smooshed into a Jill Sandwich. Artist is Yonghee Cho, but I also grabbed the picture from an IGN website. The picture can also be found on the Resident Evil Fandom, added by Wayld02 and Posted in Nemesis-T Type/gallery. The other parts used were found in Canva.

Paul Goodbrook was born in Piltover, but like many unfortunate souls in Zaun, he lost people he cared for when the Topsiders battled the Zaunites. This put him down a path he didn't expect, where he will discover more about himself, whilst meeting lots of interesting people along the way as he navigates the political world of Pilltover and falls further into Zaun's crminal underworld. This is book 1 of a planned book trilogy. This book will take place over the year before the start of Act 2 of the show, then will follow Paul's POV through the events of the show. As such, this book will be more of a contained story, as it will mainly follow Paul for the majority of the chapters. The plan is for book 2 to be my own version of Season 2 with some original characters involved, so it will be a larger story with regards to how many characters we will follow. Then book 3 will be a season 3 story based on my season 2 story. My plan is to upload 1 chapter per week after I publish Chapter 3 (I had the first 3 pre written to see what numbers/feedback I get), but this may end up becoming 1 chapter every 2 weeks. If I'm able to get a lot of work done, I will publish chapters on a more regular basis outside of the established schedule. If any changes occur like a hiatus or something like that, I will update this description. DISCLAIMER: I am not a League of Legends fan, I am a fan of Arcane. I have researched into LoL lore for inspiration, but I will not be using this as a faithful prequel to the current game lore. IT WILL BE ITS OWN STORY. This means that I may end up killing characters off before they reach the position they are in the game. I do not own Arcane. Any original characters are of my own making.

In a world where having a superhuman ability called "Quirk" is perfectly normal and quite common, Y/N L/N was less fortunate than other people his age and was born without one of his own. What would happen if he was brought to the absolute bottom by the people around him and was approached by a man known as All For One who would offer to give him a Quirk of his own? OrigamiJakuzure(OC)xMaleReader Inspired by various Villain Deku AU's.

Y/N Is just a normal 16 year old boy from Karakura Town.... But not all is as it seems. The blood running through your veins has a great amount of power in it, and with that power comes responsibility, and also tragedy.... Gunna put this here to stop this from continuing. I'm fine with constructive criticism, but please, no straight up hateful comments.