When sixteen-year-old Drax Silverthorne falls asleep after a night spent playing as a Black Prior, he doesn't wake to a game; he awakens in the blood-soaked world of Game of Thrones. Thrown into Braavos as an unwanted orphan sold by his own family, he has nothing but a harsh survival system, the knowledge of a military nerd, and a sealed egg belonging to a forgotten line of dragons. There are no game shortcuts, no godlike powers, and no heroism waiting to save him. If he wants to live, he must earn every coin through cunning, every skill through pain, and every piece of influence through calculated risk. From the shadows of the streets to the vaults of the Iron Bank, Drax begins building foundations meant not for survival, but for conquest. Through steel, fire, manipulation, and strategy, he will not follow the game of thrones. He will rewrite it. A stranger to this world. A black shield in the dark. The first king who will build an empire instead of inheriting one. Welcome to the rise of the Black Dragon.

(some few inspirations from sagas1023) In the chaotic and vibrant neon lit roads of New Eridu, the last remaining city on earth, home to millions of people as the last remnants of humanity huddle into one last bastion that stands against the hollows. In a turn of events a mysterious meteor crashes into the outer ring, but to those of excellent vision, the 'meteor' was too strange to be a meteor, it felt too smooth, it's movements too deliberate. As the city meets giants clad in yellow and gold bearing an aquila never before seen, hailing from a home far into the stars. Things begin to change. 6/1/26 no1 - #Imperium of Man 6/20/25 no1 - #tech

All his life, izuku analysed, read heroes, he looked up to them, so much that some could mistake this unwavering admiration as obsession. Now sent to arkham, his dreams? broken, his futur ? Gone. What will izuku midoriya become, will he stay true to himself, or embrace the insanity that crawls in the walls of arkham

| He ran to survive. Now, he must remember to live. | Stephen Swan was only five years old when he was taken. One moment, he was playing outside with his best friends, Jacob, Quil, and Embry. The next, he was gone - stolen away into the hands of an experiment that would change him forever. In the Maze, he became Thomas. A Runner. A survivor. A leader. He fought to escape, only to lose everything - including the person he loved most. Newt died in his arms, and with him, the last piece of Thomas's heart. Now, after years of running, he's been found. Rescued. Returned to a father who never stopped searching and a home he no longer remembers. But Thomas isn't the same boy who was taken. The carefree child is gone, replaced by someone colder, quieter - someone who doesn't know how to live outside of survival. But while Thomas may not remember his old life, there are those who remember him. Jacob, Quil, and especially Embry. The quiet one. The one who watches him like he's waiting for something. As Thomas struggles to piece together who he is and who he's supposed to be, he begins to realize that escaping the Maze was only the beginning. Because some bonds are unbreakable, some pasts refuse to stay buried, and some destinies were always meant to find him - no matter how lost he's become. ~ Started: 01/04/25 Finished:

A Quirkless boy who wants to become a hero has been struggling due to the terrible misfortunes that had occurred in his life. As the boy lives on, he will soon encounter a dragon with terrible power, who offers it to the boy under a single condition. Once the dragon's deal is accepted, will the boy's new powers be used for the intention of heroism or destruction? And will he ever be loved by anyone? This is a crossover harem fanfic between Horikoshi's My Hero Academia and FromSoft's Elden Ring. The story focuses on action, fantasy, dark fantasy, comedy, drama, and romance. I do not own MHA or Elden Ring. Everything but the plot belongs to the original owners.

I woke up in a vast grassland with only a system and a new body, with no way back home I have to find my place in this universe. I do not own: Halo and star wars

The spell was supposed to make everyone forget. It worked. What no one accounted for - not Strange, not Peter, not the fractured magic itself - was the dimensional resonance that had been pulling him toward Gotham since before he had language for any of it. Peter Parker arrives in Crime Alley on a wrong-rain night with nothing: no memories in anyone else's mind, no name in anyone's mouth, no universe willing to claim him. The Batman appears at the end of the alley and runs a DNA scan and the results come back and Bruce Wayne takes off his cowl. Peter Thomas Wayne. Missing from this house for twenty-six years. This is a story about what happens after that. About a family that has been broken and rebuilt so many times it has gotten very good at both. About a father who spent twenty-three years looking. About a city that names its own. About what it means to be a ghost in your own life - and what it means to finally stop being one. It has a happy ending. It earns it slowly. Come anyway. writen with help of AI

The world knew Bruce Wayne as many things: a philanthropist, a billionaire, a silent guardian in the dark. But Atlas knew him as a set of rules. A series of cold, calculated decisions that prioritized the "mission" over the boy standing in the foyer of Wayne Manor. Six years ago, Atlas hadn't been given a choice. While Jason and Richard were groomed for the rooftops-trained in the art of the hero-Atlas had been handed a different fate. He was the one deemed too different, too difficult, or perhaps just too much of a reminder of Bruce's own failures. So, Bruce had sent him to the one place that promised to break a man down and rebuild him into a tool: the army. Six years. Two thousand, one hundred, and ninety days of "hell." Now, standing on the tarmac under a bruising gray sky, the transition felt like a physical weight. All around him, the air was thick with the sounds of reunion. Sobbing mothers, laughing wives, children screaming as they collided with their fathers' camouflaged chests. Atlas didn't move. He stood at attention, his spine a rigid line of steel, his gaze fixed on a point exactly six inches above the horizon. He was waiting. Not for a hug, not for a welcome, but for the one thing he had been trained to survive on. An order. "Atlas." ________________________ $-OC $-Batfam $-Original $-Black sheep of the family $-No ships [Art by me]

A gremlin in a cafe... do I have to say more? A/N: I do NOT permit any kind uf usage of my story for podcasts, youtube or any other kind...as well as Translations. This is a my hero accademia fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own my hero accademia , rights to the owner.

Seventeen-year-old Drake Cadmus Ordo expected Comic-Con, cheap plastic armor, and maybe a blurry photo with a celebrity. He did not expect the unmarked door he stepped through to rip him out of Earth and drop him inside an Imperial Academy in 4 BBY, six months before his assignment to Darth Vader's flagship, the Executor. Forced to survive as a stormtrooper cadet, Drake blends in as best he can until a mysterious System appears, gifting him with a 25,000 midichlorian count, knight-level combat instincts, and memories the Empire should never discover. Then it vanishes, leaving him alone with impossible power in the worst place in the galaxy to have it. To make matters worse, Drake uncovers a truth buried in Mandalorian history: he is the grandson of Pre Vizsla, born of two ancient clans that once held Jedi relics. And the Force inside him is waking. But Vader senses something wrong aboard his ship. The Force ripples where it shouldn't. A presence hides where none should exist. As Drake tries to hide his abilities, clones begin to suspect the truth. Vader draws closer. And when a mission turns into a massacre, when Jedi Masters reveal themselves, and the battlefield burns, Drake is forced to stop pretending. Back-to-back with Darth Vader, Drake reveals the power he never meant to use. Now Vader knows. And the galaxy will never be the same.