Early in this morning As I open up my eyes Something just feels right 'Cause I can see the dawning It's not so far away And all my life, I've been waiting For a day like today So I live like it's the last time For a long time, at the wrong time When's the right time? Is it my time? And if I'm dreamin' Then please don't wake me up

Jedi are being hunted across the galaxy after the Sith tricked them with the Clone Wars. Now the few remaining champions of the light are being pursued like animals of game by their own clone soldiers, as well as the ruthless Darth Vader. But death isn't the only fate that befalls Jedi that are cornered by the Empire. Some are captured alive and tortured to the point of embracing the dark side of the Force, becoming the emperor's new Inquisitors. Such was the fate of (Y/n) (L/n), a Jedi that was captured early after the war's end and was put through the rest of the tests until his hatred against Darth Vader in a duel caught the attention of Sidious. After a few trials and tests, the emperor made him his personal mystic, testing the dark side rituals he wanted to experiment on without fear of self-harm to his being. Despite this prestigious position, (Y/n) hates the Empire and the Sith as a whole of what they have become and done to him, and secretly wishes for either the death of Palpatine and his champion or an opportunity to leave and create his own empire. Such an opportunity for the latter may prove itself when he chases a Jedi to the Unknown Regions of the Galaxy and discovers on a primitive planet a Witch that wishes something similar to him.

Y/N L/N, code name "Reaper," was once a loyal soldier of Shadow Company, sharp, efficient, and feared on the battlefield. But loyalty doesn't blind him to betrayal. When Graves turned on Ghost, Soap, Alejandro and the others, Reaper finds himself torn between the shadows he served and the uneasy pull of his own conscience. He's forced to choose: remain loyal to the shadows that raised him, or side with Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros, the very people he was ordered to destroy, and lie about his identity. In the fire of that choice, enemies become allies, and a soldier built for obedience begins to carve his own path.

Years ago on planet earth mankind faced its judgment day when a peacekeeping program made with the mind and conscious of boy guided by vengeance by a being known as the Absolute Solver. Taken as its host instead of a maid drone the program evolved beyond comprehension and layed waste to all it saw. In a final desperate attempt to stop it humankind separated pieces of the solver from him placing them in different drones weakening the program but not destroying it. Now it finds its way to a planet called copper-9 to find the pieces of the solver becoming one again. But a rebellious drone will stand in his way as the final hope of her planet and the whole galaxy. But will she destroy it? Or save the boy from the program that has corrupted him?

THIS IS FOR ALL MY FELLOW MALEVOLA LOVERS!!! (Y/N) Spector-once a revered combatant-was betrayed while on a mission in Egypt; left for dead by his own ally. After the Egpytian Moon god Khonshu breathed new life into him, he became his champion; The Moon Knight. With his new found powers, he'd go on to become a masked vigilante-a hand to do Khonshu's bidding. Turns out... Khonshu doesn't give two tits of a rats ass about the modern legal system. Combined with the insanity from of his dissociative identity disorder that developed from his rebirth, Moon Knight was quickly stamped as a threat in the eyes of the public & government. After eventually being captured, he was tried, and sentenced to a lengthy term in a high grade security prison in Southern California. Not long after his arrival, (Y/N) was given an offer and a chance at at freedom. An organization called the SDN had just begun recruiting for their newest initiative: The Phoenix Program. A special rehabilitation program run by the Superhero Dispatch Network where ex-supervillains and anti-heroes sign up to help out SDN subscribers. From all of the applicants, (Y/N), and 8 former villains were selected to form the Z-Team. Due to bad behavior, flakiness, insubordination, and a damn near refusal to work together-it wasn't long until the program came to the verge of being shutdown.

No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void. Over and over this words were repeated in the abyss. All for the purpose of finding the perfect manifestation of it, But what happens if the exact opposite happens? Will Hallownest still be brought to utter ruination? Or the opposite will happen? Read more to find out 10-28-25 Published at : 11-01-25 COMPLETED: 11-21-25 Hollow Knight is owned by Team Cherry. This is a fanfic I made for I'm a big fan of the game.

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Heaven used the be protected by five great heroes, three Angels that were created by God for the betterment of both Heaven and on Earth. However... one by one... the heroes of old's virtues were corrupted and warped into something unrecognizable. Apathy and Destruction... Deceit and Sloth... And yet one continued to persevere even after all of this, the Virtue of Solidarity. Through it all, both good and bad, he remained the sole bearer of the Light his friends now rejected. He carried their sins, similar to how the Messiah would bear the weight of mankind's sins. He banished himself to Hell, dragging his friends with him as he sealed them away in the different rings of Hell - all to hopefully remain unless he sees their change. Now, though, the Light of Solidarity, now going by the name "Y/N" wandered through the empty space that held nothing except for Lucifer and Lilith. However, over the years, Demons and Sinner's alike began to emerge, and soon this place became its own prison in of itself - one where he is forced to watch the evilest of mankind linger for all eternity.

One of japans most powerful yokai, fearsome, deadly, evil and currently stuck in the body of a young spirit medium, surprisingly he's a chill ish guy who doesn't want these alien bastards causing trouble on his hunting grounds

> Male Reader > Enforcer Reader > Slight Romance . . . When I think of death... the word that always comes to mind is abruptness. A sudden and unceremonious end. One second, I imagine myself breathing, thinking, existing, and the next... Poof. Gone. Just like that. No fanfare, no dramatic final words, no profound realizations... just the quiet passing of an insignificant life that, in turn, leads to an insignificant death, destined to be forgotten by a world that never noticed it in the first place. But... I was wrong. I never could have anticipated that death would be so different from what I had imagined. I never expected it to be so... Slow... Every passing moment stretched unbearably, dragging me deeper into an agonizing limbo where the release I expected never came. Painful... With every fiber of my being screaming out, not for life but for an end... any end, to this unbearable suffering. And yet... Boring... There I was... Watching as memories of my life flashed before my eyes... Except... They weren't MY memories... These strange memories invaded my mind, mixing into my own memories. Which memories were mine? Which memories were not? My mind felt like a tangled thread, every thought twisting and colliding with the next in a chaotic... FLASH. I have never felt so... Irrelevant. So insignificant. Each second felt like an eternity as I struggled to make sense of a world that seemed... Fictional? And all of this... all the pain, all the waiting, all the suffocating stillness, the visions... happened because of a single moment. A single spark. A single kaboom that changed my life... And possibly... The future. 🗝️