Y/N Kurogane was adopted into the prestigious Kurogane family as a child. But being given their name never meant he was truly accepted. Born with seemingly insignificant magical power and showing no signs of awakening a Device, Y/N was branded a failure. His family neglected him, looked down upon him, and treated him as an embarrassment to the Kurogane name. Yet Y/N refused to break. He trained. And trained. And trained. Until one day, everything changed. Y/N awakened as a Blazer. His Device was unlike anything the Kurogane family expected. A black-sheathed katana capable of manipulating the very space around its blade. Yamato. And with its awakening came something even stranger. Knowledge. Instinct. Techniques Y/N somehow understood as though he'd spent lifetimes mastering them. Judgment Cut. Judgment Cut End. Summoned Swords. Rapid-Fire Warps. Combined with years of relentless physical training and swordsmanship, the supposedly worthless Kurogane had quietly become something terrifying. But Y/N remembered exactly how his family had treated him when they believed he was powerless. So he made a decision. He told them nothing. Y/N continued allowing everyone to believe he was the same talentless failure they'd always known. Eventually, he enrolled at Hagun Academy, carrying Yamato's true power as his greatest secret. Then he met Stella Vermillion. The fiery princess would become the first person at Hagun to force Y/N into a situation where hiding what he truly was became impossible. For years, everyone had known Y/N Kurogane as a failure. They were about to discover just how badly they had underestimated him. And when Y/N finally draws Yamato and speaks the words- Y/N: "Show your strength of the Alpha and Omega... Yamato." -the world of Blazers will learn that the Kurogane family's greatest failure may actually be one of its greatest warriors.

"My brother promised he would never leave me alone. Then Night City made a liar out of him." - Mateo Martinez Night City has taken everything from Mateo Martinez. His mother. His brother. The future they were supposed to share. Now the last surviving member of the Martinez family, Mateo works as a mercenary, taking any gig dangerous enough to make him feel something and any target bloody enough to make him forget. He has no interest in becoming a legend. Most nights, he does not care whether he lives long enough to be remembered. Then he meets Jackie Welles. A loud, ambitious merc from Heywood with a heart far too good for Night City, Jackie recognises Mateo for what he truly is: not fearless, but drowning. Jackie decides Mateo is worth saving. Whether Mateo likes it or not, he vows to drag him back into the light-even if it is the last thing he ever does. But Mateo has already buried one brother who made him a promise. As he and Jackie carve a path towards the Afterlife and the major leagues, Mateo must decide whether the brother he has found is worth living for-or whether Night City will break Jackie's promise as well. Then a nomad named V rolls out of the Badlands with hot cargo, a battered car and nothing left tying her to her old life. What begins as one smuggling job will bind the three of them together and give Mateo something he thought Night City had killed for good: A reason to live. But in Night City, hope is the most dangerous thing anyone can carry.

"Who am I?" That is the only question you've had since you woke up as a young boy in a featureless, blindingly white room. No name. No past. No family. For years, you grew up within those sterile walls, a nameless phantom of the system, until the day they decided you were finally ready for "The Procedure." They didn't just study you-they changed you. Now an adult, you have been designated as a human SCP. You possess a unique, anomalous nature that you don't fully understand, and the Foundation views you as the ultimate tool. Your first major assignment? Enter the containment zones of some of the most dangerous, unpredictable, and fiercely lethal female anomalies the world has ever known. You are expected to monitor, placate, or neutralize them. But the Foundation vastly underestimated your true anomaly. Instead of fearing you or tearing you apart, the monstrous, the beautiful, and the terrifying women of the SCP Foundation find themselves inexplicably drawn to you. From ancient entities to tragic experiments, your presence brings out a side of them the containment logs never recorded. As you navigate a dangerous web of romance, obsession, and shifting loyalties, you must use your growing influence to survive. Can you find the truth of your origins and who you used to be, or will you lose yourself entirely to the hearts of the anomalies that now claim you as their own?

In a world of Magic, Wizards, Witches, and an assortment of magical creatures, a simple message can span across decades, centuries even, if the message is memorable enough to certain individuals. But in the case of one particular message, crafted by a powerful, knowledgeable, philosophical, revolutionary wizard by the name of Regulus Arcturus Black II, the situation becomes...difficult... You see, Regulus...was no ordinary wizard. Born into the Noble House of Black, shunned by his family, hated by the rest of the Pureblood community within the Wizarding World, one would think that he, of all people, would be driven mad with resentment and anger. But in the end... He did not... Rejecting his family's ideology, Regulus threw himself into forging his own path, carving out an identity of his own. For years, Regulus worked to build up his own reputation, opting to thrive and grow, rather than wallow and rot, and even when it came to light that he was the only viable heir to the ancient House of Black, Regulus, never changed his ways... However, after drawing the immense ire and anger of the infamous Gellert Grindelwald and his followers, Regulus found himself engaged in a war with the insane man, a war that started in New York City, and ended in the Lestrange Mausoleum, when Regulus faced Grindelwald for a second time...and disappeared without any sort of explanation. The last thing Newt Scamander, Regulus' closest friend, saw, was Regulus attempting to apparate, only to be struck with a curse from Grindelwald's wand... Most thought him dead, others thought him captive, but the truth...was something far more curious... Catapulted six decades into the future through sheer luck and unexplainable magic, Regulus found himself landing on a hard stone floor, and when he looked up, he immediately found the amazed, aged eyes, of his late mentor... Albus Dumbledore... ~~~ ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I ONLY OWN MY OC.

Y/N L/N was always prepared for the worst. Quiet, intelligent, and secretly trained in weapons and multiple forms of combat, the 18-year-old never expected those skills to become necessary. Then the dead begin to rise. As Fujimi Academy descends into chaos and civilization collapses, Y/N reveals the weapons and supplies he had hidden away for an emergency no one else saw coming. Now, alongside Takashi and the other survivors, Y/N must use everything he's learned to keep them alive. In a world overrun by the dead, the quietest student may be the one most prepared to survive.

The Noble House of Black is well-known across the entire wizarding world. Being one of the "Sacred Twenty-Eight", the Noble House of Black has prided itself on its beliefs and practices. However, despite such claims, there is one name, that the ancient wizarding family has tried, time and time again to get rid of, but never truly could... Regulus Arcturus Black II... Unlike the rest of his family, Regulus Black never believed in the same ideals his family did, nor did he agree with their bigotry towards Muggle-borns, wizards or witches who had non-magical parents. He felt that their old fashioned ways were outdated and sterile, robbing the magical world of any sense of unity, and depriving the wizarding community, of the one thing that made life so special and worth exploring...change. To Regulus, change was a natural and necessary process, which brought forth truly amazing things, such as adaptation, evolution, and anything else that could be considered new. In his eyes, his family, and the rest of the pureblood families, were hindering the Magical World's growth and development, all because of their stupid, ridiculous ideals... Most, say it was Regulus' desire to change his fate and alter his destiny as a second son of an elitist pureblood family, that drove him to become what he did, but there are those...who say different. What they say, focuses less on his early life, and more on what happened between 1926, and 1932, when Regulus Arcturus Black II, went against his own kind, and sided with his long time friend and close companion...Newt Scammander... However, to be able to REALLY understand what happened, we must go back to the beginning of it all, when life seemed simpler, and the stakes were not as high as they turned out to be... And it all starts...on a transatlantic ocean liner, which was bound... For New York City... ~~~~~ I OWN NOTHING, ONLY MY OC. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

Raven Lillian Swan is the niece of Charlie Swan, making her the cousin of Isabella Marie Swan. She is the girlfriend/ex girlfriend of Edward Cullen and the new girlfriend of Kaelen Mikaelson. She is also the daughter of Melanie River Swan-Blackwood, who is a witch and Geoffrey Asher Blackwood Jr., who is a hybrid(vampire and wolf). Raven then meets Kaelen Mikaelson, who is a vampire and the brother of Klaus Mikaelson Enjoy reading my pretties!!

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There are things in the Universe that can never be truly explained. These mysteries, span across all space and time. From the rise of the Celestials, all the way to the Sorcerers of Earth and the Dark Dimension. Some are known...and some are not... Such is the case...of Fenrir. A boy born into darkness, with natural power that could scare even the mightiest of beings. Being the son of Hela, the Goddess of death, Fenrir was already considered a dangerous threat from birth, and if it wasn't worrying enough that his mother was the Goddess of Death herself...his father was no ordinary being too... Ego the Celestial, had spent millions of years floating through the endless depths of space, not knowing where he came from or what his origins were, only ever knowing that he was entirely, and utterly...alone. Over the course of those millions of years, he eventually learned to control the molecules around him, form his own planet, and eventually...his own physical body... No one knows how Ego found the imprisoned Hela, nor do they truly know what happened between them, the only thing that everyone knows for certain, is that from them...came Fenrir. The Prince of Darkness... Naturally, Odin feared what Fenrir could become, and took him back to Asgard to raise him as his own, denying him knowledge of his true parentage, and denying him any sort of knowledge of who he really is... For a time, this worked, and Fenrir grew up a Prince of Asgard, loyal and faithful to a fault. But time has its way of breaking down those barriers, of slowly decaying those walls of trust, and eventually...those walls would come crashing down all together, it was only a matter, of time... Some people say that forever means everlasting, yet if you were to ask Prince Fenrir what forever meant, he would only tell you one thing. Forever, has only one meaning... Eternity... ~~~ I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT MY OC. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

Ever since the days of Aegon's conquest, when House Targaryen brought the power of Dragons to the Seven Kingdoms and made them bow, there has been a clear divide between what is known as "the South", and what is known as "The North". The Southerners, as the Northerners called them, followed the Faith of the Seven, whereas the Northerners followed the Old Gods, a far more ancient religion. And it wasn't just religion that divided the two halves of the continent, for there were many other differences. The Southerners were descended from the Andals, with the exception of House Targaryen and the Dornish, whereas the Northerners were descended from the First Men, who were the original settlers of the realm, crossing the arm of Dorne long before the Andals even had the idea too. To put it simply, the North and the South were very different, and it was because of those differences, that the North always seemed more independent than the rest of the Realm. The North may have bent the knee to the Dragons, and accepted their new positions as Lords Paramount instead of Kings, yet that didn't mean the infamous animosity between North and South, evaporated overnight. The Starks, who had once ruled the North as Kings of Winter for thousands of years, continued to heavily distrust the South, even if they were a part of the same realm, under the Dragon Banner of House Targaryen... However, in an attempt to bring the North closer to the Seven Kingdoms and heal any sort of rift, King Daeron "The Good", organised a match. A match between Lord Barthogen Stark's niece, Lady Lyarra Stark, and his own son... Prince Baelor Targaryen... After being wed in both the tradition of House Stark and the Faith of the Seven, Prince Baelor and Lady Lyarra produced one child together. A son. A Prince, born of Ice and Fire, who they named...Aenar. Prince Aenar Targaryen, the Frost Born Flame... ~~~~ ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN MY OCs.