What does it mean to inherit peace... when the man who created it is running out of time? Born from two war-forged heroes and raised in the aftermath of a generational battle, He is no ordinary student. Lightning flows through his veins, his instincts are battlefield-sharp, and his potential has already caught the attention of legends. But strength alone is not what drives him. At thirteen, he learned the future intends to take his father away. If the world still needs All Might... Then he will become strong enough to stand beside him. And when the day comes- Strong enough to surpass him.

yautja the most fierce and terrifying predator species in the galaxy very few know of their existence partly because very few survive their hunting seasons however, despite their strong and terrifying demeanour the majority of them are very passionate and emotionally complex so when a female finds a human boy the only survivor of a vacant ship that was overrun by the mortal enemies the Xenomorph she takes him in trains him as a hunter as he gets accepted into the clan and quickly becomes one of the best hunters in the clan whilst on his way back from his latest hunt the human Hunter finds a planet called Pandora with a species known as na'vi species that have very similar cultures and traditions similar to what he grew up with but he also finds that the planet is being destroyed... By humans

"I remember nothing of my beginnings. All I can remember...are the screams. The screams that I hear at night, when I close my eyes," "What do they...sound like?" "Scared. They sound...scared. They remind me of who I was..." "You're not like that now. Not here, not now...and not with me. With me, you're different...and I love that...I love YOU," ~~~~ Fear, always has a face. Whether it be a person, an action, or even an object. It ALWAYS has an avatar, through which it can not only act, but spread out of as well. In the days of the Old Republic, the Sith Empire, was that face. They burned half the known Galaxy, inflicting chaos, destruction, and death, at an uncontrolled rate. Only the bravest souls dared resist them. But at the end of it all, even those very few brave warriors, all met their ends, at the hands... Of Darth Mortalus... Mortalus was nothing but the Emperor's personal attack dog, who was sent to deal with any sort of problems that arose in the Sith Empire. Traitors, spies, infiltrators, they all fell at the Sith Lord's blades, and Mortalus never batted an eye. At just fifteen years old, Mortalus answered only to the higher ups in the Empire, serving their will and acting on their behalf in whatever way was needed. But as any fool with a brain knows, Sith...do not share power. They crave it for themselves, and let their passion control them like an unseen leash. So what would happen, if the Dark Council, acting on the Sith Emperor's orders, attempted to dispose of Mortalus? What would happen if that attempt failed, and resulted in...something unforeseen happening? What would happen, if Darth Mortalus, the personal attack dog of the Sith Emperor...found himself in the era of the Clone Wars?... Most legacies tend to be ones that are intended to be lived up to, but the legacy Mortalus on his back, is a little more...Crimson, in both colour...and weight... ~~~ AS ALWAYS, I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT MY OC. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS

Alexander/Alex for short was raised differently than the rest of his people. His parents came to realise that the empire was in the wrong for invading planets and killing off the residents that resisted knowing if they were discovered on how they felt that they would be executed along with their unborn child which they had grown to care more so than they did to admit realising the danger they faked their death and fled from the empire arriving at deserted planet filled with life it was there where Alex was born As the years went on the family enjoyed their peaceful life. Alex started to show development of his powers and despite the fact that his parents didn't want him to be a soldier, they knew that he needed to be trained and how to use his powers properly knowing that if he didn't, he would end up hurting someone either accidental or on purpose so they went against their empire's beliefs and they taught him core beliefs that went against the code of the empire about how to respect other peoples culture and respect life in general and do not take another life lightly It was then that they discovered that Alexander was a lot stronger than than other viltrumite of his age group however they didn't have time to to understand the full differences between them and their son. The Empire had found them fearing the worst. The parents fought back against their former allies as their son fled the planet as far away as he could... Over 1000 years had passed and Alexander was all alone in the universe he still believed in the core concepts that his parents taught him and tried his best to help the universe whatever way he could he intended on staying out of the Empire's way continuously running from them that was until he came to a planet of mud and water called... Earth were a new adventure that would change his life forever was about to begin

Dante, a promising basketball player, is about to face the ultimate challenge: proving to the Anthros that humans are not inferior. In a world where Anthros make up 70% of the population, humanity is confined to the district of DunWall. After failed attempts at unification, the Anthro government has launched a desperate new plan: if they can't unite through laws, they will do it through sports. Dante must endure mockery, harsh criticism, and the weight of an entire race on his shoulders. But for him, this is more than a social experiment. Driven by a childhood dream and a solemn promise made to his parents, Dante will show the world what a human is truly capable of-both on and off the court.

Vineland has been booming since Will Harris joined the Thorns, the regional Roarball team, to help bring home their first CLAW in what seemed to be forever. After the dream team won, with Modo buying the team and Jett stepping back due to her injury, more new players were needed to keep their win streak going. As smalls begin their rise in popularity, an opportunity has opened up for you. With a combine coming up and the newfound fame and fortune the team procured, it will be nothing short of tough. Positions are filling quick, will you be able to make it as the Sixth Man? COVER ART BY: Lonazurite Art

Lucifer is well known for having a daughter, Charlie Morningstar, but what happens if Charlie has an older brother, who shares her ideals, but has far more of a blood lust than she does? Demloch Morningstar. The Elder brother of Princess Charlie, and Heir to the Throne of Hell. Whilst he does share qualities with his younger sibling, Demloch holds a far...darker side. Dark, cold, slightly Sadistic, and less kind, Demloch holds a firm reputation in hell, and it'll take more than some flying pigeons to give cause to be concerned. Join Demloch as he ventures out into the wilds of hell, and encounters not only his little sister's Hotel aimed at Redemption? ~~~~~~~~ As always, nothing belongs to me apart from my OC and my images :)

The story begins with a boy who's the son of eda the owl lady the most powerful witch of the boiling isles and the holder of the powerful most magic relic in the demon realm, but his life was about to change when he meets a human girl from the human world. *Note: all the female girl characters and the male OC are age 18/20 and over*

After the Battle with 666, a reincarnated Angel and now the new user of Boosted Gear, ended up in a new world that's similar yet very different from his own, but becomes Hell's own hero, Guardian Angel. Oh the irony DXD, Helluva Boss, & Hazbin Hotel crossover Rated M for Mature

In the blazing chaos of Helluva Boss and the glittering damnation of Hazbin Hotel, a story begins not with a scream... but with a heartbeat. Many years ago, the infamous assassination crew of I.M.P - Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona - took what should have been a routine hit. Their target? A secretive human cult in the living world, obsessed with demon worship and desperate to summon something ancient... something powerful. The mission went smoothly. Explosions. Gunfire. Screams. Typical Tuesday. But in the center of a blood-stained ritual chamber, beneath flickering candles and a shattered sigil carved into stone, they found him. A baby boy. Left upon a cold altar. Wrapped only in a thin blanket. Etched into his tiny chest was a strange marking - a half-circle crowned with five jagged points, glowing faintly like embers refusing to die. Millie's heart melted before anyone could argue. Against Blitzø's better judgment (and Moxxie's twenty-three logical objections), they brought the human child back to Hell. They named him Y/N. What they didn't realize... The ritual had not been stopped. It had been interrupted. Something had answered the cult's call. And it was still inside him. Born Human. Raised Demon. Destined to be King