In which a concept conceived from an iron womb of blood and wires, cursed with an everlasting hunger that ceased no end, coded with a desperation to live--to last. A machine made to end war is a machine made to continue war. Now, with a tail of destruction in its wake, it's found its way to a new Hell, one with a hierarchy, an economic system, and a flawed social class--a brimming civilisation. How will they react to a Machine that does not care?

The Infection plaguing the Hallownest was finally over after so long and now the ruined kingdom was finally at peace. Unfortunately, there was no peace for Hornet or Y/N as they were soon captured by a group of strange bugs hailing from another kingdom. The cage they were captured in somehow weakened their abilities, leaving them unable to escape... Until they arrived in Pharloom, and the strange essence there gave the Princess just enough of her abilities to use her Silk to send them to the very bottom of this strange new land filled with another corruption that is controlling the bugs here. Seems like - even when one God was destroyed - another one is tormenting another. Join the two as they take their pilgrimage through this beautiful and silky world.

Read the tags! (or don't, I'm not your dad) > Jax-centric (he's the main character whether he likes it or not). > Might split from canon... A lot. > Sarcasm, angst, existential dread, and breakdowns (sometimes all at once). > Cross-fandom voices stuck in Jax's head (yes, really). > Magic brain roommates: Angel Dust, Rocky Rickaby, and N. > Jax has D.I.D.... Not really D.I.D, more like... magical brain squatters with opinions. > Found family? Maybe. > Possible romance, definite regret, guaranteed chaos. . "I'm going insane..." After Ribbit abstracted, Jax was never truly the same. On the outside, he's still the sarcastic clown who never misses a chance to mock someone else's misery. He laughs, he grins, he pretends like nothing in this circus could ever touch him. But inside? Something shattered. His body didn't abstract... his mind did. Now Jax isn't alone in his own head. Voices have wormed their way in, loud and impossible to ignore. They were full-blown. "ARCHETYPES," crowding his mind. Each one is its own nightmare. An insane, unpredictable, wannabe poet with a head injury who treats every word like a stage cue. A sleazy flirt who can't go five seconds without either tossing out some shameless one-liner, or making fun of everything around him. And one that's unbearably kind. so kind it makes Jax's skin crawl. Because deep down, he knows he doesn't deserve that kind of warmth. They never shut up. They mock him, comfort him, argue with each other and worst of all, sometimes they take control of his body... and BE him. So Jax laughs louder. He smirks harder. He keeps up the mask because it's the only thing holding him together. But the cracks are spreading, the silence never lasts, and sooner or later... something's gonna give. How long can he keep laughing before he breaks for real? And when that happens... will Jax FINALLY see the humanity in everyone and redeem himself, or will he give up and abstract like all the others?

Hunters aren't the only ones who protect the Honmoon.

.. .. .... ..... .... .. .. .. . ... .. --- Activating system, "the_amzg_dgl_crc.exe" --- Loading file, "ringmaster.xml" --- Activating user data... -- [USER DATA EXPUNGED] -Reformatting...- --- Loading character data... __7 characters remaining___ • kinger_user.chr • gangle_user.chr • ragatha_user.chr • zooble_user.chr • jax_user.chr • pomni_user.chr [NEW] • (Y/N)_user.protag.chr [NEW] ... .... .. .. .... .. ...... .. .. .. Loading... Booting system.. "Welcome to The Amazing Digital Circus!"

During the Hundred Year War between France and England, both nations fight for control of France, as England rains it's attacks from the north and France defends herself with all she has. Though beneath the human matters of war, lurks an even darker form of evil that threat both nations alike, and possibly the lives of all of Europe, maybe even the world. The very ghouls that were thought to be myth exist in our realm, sneaking into your homes to kill, steal, and destroy our ways of life, whether you are at war or at peace. A young warrior, Sentry Ashwood, trained by the organization known as the Parliament is on a quest ordained by God to stop the monsters roaming the realm and cut it off at the source, along with another warrior of France, Jeanne D'Arc will embark on a mission to not only save their homeland, but the very nature of the world as a whole.

The stories we read are filled with magic and wonder. Lessons to be learned, heroes and princesses to aspire to be. But this magic is being twisted, warped and cursed. To protect it, all tales hide and reside in a city protected by the Great and Powerful Oz and the Good Witch, Glinda. But a powerful shadow looms over the haven that they have built. What will you do, to ensure you get your happily ever after?

There's always stories about a fifth brother, April's sibling, a sibling of Karai or someone part of the Foot Clan that turns good. What if now a new story is made with the main character being related to the one person no one expects. TMNT by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird and owned by Nickelodeon.

alpha version (plural alpha versions) (computing, technology) An early version of a program or application, typically unstable, but useful to show what the product will do. Sometimes this stage is referred to as a preview version. Sometimes no more features are added after this release, but bug fixes continue. Now take this, and apply it towards the very first version, the V1, if you will, of Disassembly Drones by JCJenson, designed to kill, yet finding it too unstable, too unpredictable to continue production with this model, so it was sent out without a fuel source and left to rot on the frozen planet of Copper 9 where it remained for years. Revered by the Disassembly Drones that follow in its footsteps [Cover by me] [I own nothing in this story] [All art used in this story belong to their respective creators, which I will credit under each image used] [Ultrakill is owned by Arsi "Hakita" Patala] [Murder Drones is owned by Glitch Studio]

You might be wondering how was it that a certain crack-addled, bloodthirsty, eldritch, smiling lunatic established himself as a household name in the god-slaying business. Like all household names, you have to build your street cred from the bottom up. Sure, he was already widely feared, but nobody was aware of the new kind of deicidal service he provided. So, like any budding business, (Y/N) (L/N) set out into the cosmos to make himself known as a contract god killer, and maybe have a nice, fun adventure along the way. The place they called "Teyvat" had a lot of gods running about. Perfect hunting grounds to start his business. Now, if only he could convince the locals to hire him to kill their gods and not come out of it as Public Enemy #1. Oh, well. Not like said gods were anything special anyway. He'd figure something out.