Life can Change: What a Marvel Part 2 (3 of 3)
(I’m stupid I accidentally deleted i
2025-08-24 14:28:54 +0000 UTC View Post
(I’m stupid I accidentally deleted i
2025-08-24 14:28:54 +0000 UTC View Post(This bloody chapter is 36,000 words
2025-08-24 09:42:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Kyle crouched on the edge of the motel roof. His knees were tucked under him, ...
2025-08-22 08:48:55 +0000 UTC View Post


She had always dreamed of this day.
Mira sat on the edge of her narrow bed, the pale dawn light creeping throu...
2025-08-21 16:41:04 +0000 UTC View Post

Kyle sat at a dented durasteel counter two levels under Za Za Ka. The stool wobbled under him every time he shifted his weight. The w...
2025-08-20 18:02:17 +0000 UTC View PostSup guys, hope you’re all doing well. Just in case you were all wondering the jujutsu dragon emperor isn’t the weekly post. It’s just another passion project that I do when I’m not writing the stuff you guys like.
Anyway I’m working on what a Marvel Part 2 atm almost halfway done, then I’m going to be doing Mistaken Identity there is going to be a time skip on that which will lead us into the Clone Wars Tv show, so I’m excited f...
2025-08-19 12:17:11 +0000 UTC View Post
Ogi looked at him with fury in his eyes, which was something Naoto had never seen before, the man usually hid his emotions and carried himself with the cold discipline of a clan elder, yet now he looked as though the only thing he wanted was to kill him. Naoto, however, was not fazed in the slightest, he had faced worse threats than his uncle, and he unders...
2025-08-19 12:10:32 +0000 UTC View Post
The noise inside the arena was defaningly loud. Shouts, stomps, and the dull rumble of hundreds of people packed into a place that wasn't supposed to exist. On the surface it looked like nothing more than an abandoned warehouse tucked into the back streets of Tokyo, but beneath the surface it opened into a wide pit surrounded by food stands, poke...
2025-08-19 12:07:43 +0000 UTC View Post
*Crack*
The sound of two fists hitting each other kicked up the wind and blew dust and grass across the courtyard. Both figures then transition into a serious of punches and kicks that both blocked and deflected until one of them was hit in the stomach with a powerful kick that sent him tumbling across the ground and into a tree....
2025-08-19 12:03:51 +0000 UTC View Post
Naoto was now six years old, and currently standing in the dirt yard with his hands up and sweat dripping down his back. Across from him was Sato Zenma, one of his instructors. The man never held back, not even when his opponent was barely taller than his chest. His father had forced him to be that way, his teachers were never allowed to go easy ...
2025-08-19 12:01:26 +0000 UTC View Post
He floated in nothing and tried not to think, because thinking only reminded him that thinking was the only thing he could still do. He did not know how long it had been. He tried to count once and ran out of numbers, then he reset the count and failed again, then he tried to name the days of the week in order and those fell apart, then he tried ...
2025-08-19 11:55:49 +0000 UTC View Post
(I can not post the picture I was originally going to use for this cause I’m pretty sure this would get hidden 😂I’m sure you can imagine what it is. )
It had been four days since Arthur's fight with Gregor, four days where everything slowed into a routine that kept him alive and gave him time to think...
2025-08-19 11:47:21 +0000 UTC View Post
Arthur woke with a gasp, his body jolting forward as his eyes darted around the dim clearing. For a moment he couldn't place where he was, only that every inch of him throbbed with pain and his instincts screamed at him that he wasn't safe. His breaths came quick and ragged, his hands pawing at the dirt as if he expected som...
2025-08-17 08:18:26 +0000 UTC View Post
Gregor charged forward, his boots thudding hard against the dirt, the firelight catching the rage in his eyes as he raised the wooden sword high above his head. Arthur saw the way his brother's muscles shifted, the way his shoulders rolled back and his torso leaned forward with full commitment to the swing, and though he had little training and even les...
2025-08-16 12:27:40 +0000 UTC View Post
"Listen, kid, this blazer of yours has been confirmed as a direct match to the piece we found at the scene," Harvey said. He leaned forward on the table, pressing both hands flat against the metal surface as he fixed his eyes on Justin Blake. The kid's shoulders hunched in on themselves, and despite his usual smug posture around the ac...
2025-08-15 11:27:51 +0000 UTC View PostI’ve been thinking a lot recently since writing these chapters on whether I should include Nara Zhai past this mini arc. She is the god empress of Leng if anyone is wondering. But yeah she’s pretty hot and I like her, and I have a pretty convincing way to keep her in the story realistically. But I felt like I should hear you guys out. Maybe some of you don’t want a 8ft golden mommy. So that’s the vote.
This is her and her sister. Top one is God Empress bottom is her s...
2025-08-13 01:11:19 +0000 UTC View Post
(The opening chapters for the new arc, I hope you liked them.)
Jace and Sara sat under the morning sun while they ate in the palace gardens at a finally decorated table set with a large number of different dishes. Flatbread, rice, stewed fish, and small bowls of pastes and pickles that bit the tongue in different ways. Sara took a mouthful, closed her eyes, and ...
2025-08-13 01:02:52 +0000 UTC View Post
Jace stood in a corridor he knew too well, the long inner way of Dragonstone that turned twice before the stair to the sea tower, though he could not recall how his feet had brought him there nor what business he had in this place. He hadn't been on Dragonstone in years, how was he here?
Before he could make sense of any of it a ...
2025-08-13 00:59:04 +0000 UTC View Post

"Why have you come to my land, Prince Jacaerys Targaryen?" The God-Empress of Leng Nara Zhai spoke, her voice echoing out through the chamber. Just like her body, her voice was perfect in almost ever...
2025-08-13 00:54:53 +0000 UTC View Post
(5 years later)
Lucerys was dressed in a high-collared black doublet lined with dark red stitching, the sword at his hip hanging against his side. He was twelve now, but the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes made him seem older. His steps through the narrow stone corridors of Dragonstone carried no trace of excitement or eagerness like it used t...
2025-08-13 00:48:38 +0000 UTC View Post
The night was quiet except for the occasional pop from the campfire, the glow of the flames casting light across the clearing Arthur had claimed. Another Four days had passed since he had thrown himself fully into the work, and it was finally paying off. His carpentry was at 80 now, and the difference showed in almost every way. The carts he was making actu...
2025-08-11 17:45:11 +0000 UTC View Post
Arthur stood in the clearing with the lean-to at his back, the little camp he had carved out of the forest looking surprisingly solid now. The fire pit sat cold for the moment, stones neatly arranged around blackened ash, and a stack of split wood was piled just far enough from the shelter to be out of the way. His bare feet dug into the packed earth as he swung a woo...
2025-08-10 06:02:32 +0000 UTC View Post
By the time Arthur had finally stopped pacing, the light between the trees had gone from gold to grey, and then to nothing at all. The moon had taken over, spilling pale light through the branches while the forest around him settled into the quiet of night. He hadn't gone home. He'd stayed here in the tree line overlooking the fields beyond his parents' hou...
2025-08-08 20:12:48 +0000 UTC View Post
Gotham City one of the worst places to ever exist. People knew that. Yet they stayed the same; there were many questions as to why they did. Most people believe that it was due to money, which was as good a reason as any. Moving places is expensive and there aren't many opportunities in Gotham that would give that kind of capital. People just became trapped...
2025-08-08 06:43:52 +0000 UTC View Post
(AN: Had to remove some stuff cause Patreon didn't like it.)
Even after his new ability deactivated and his heart rate went back to normal, Ethan's mindset was changed forever. He walked through Gotham city like it was the first time experiencing it; despite how much of a shithole it was he loved every moment of it, and even slow...
2025-08-08 06:42:24 +0000 UTC View Post(AN: Done about 30k words now so opening it up to everyone. Each chapter is like 10k each)

Ethan Kane sat at the back of a physics classroom in Gotham City Academy, his pencil scraping across a notepad so threadbare its pages curled like wilted petals. The room was a sallow enclosure, its walls streaked with newly pain...
2025-08-08 06:41:02 +0000 UTC View Post
Arthur stayed where he was, his feet planted firm in the damp earth, but his breath was uneven and his arms were trembling. The pounding in his skull hadn't stopped, but it was beginning to fade enough that he could focus. Sweat rolled down the side of his face. He blinked it away and looked up the hill just as Brant and Ulric came through the brush.
...
2025-08-07 08:02:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Arthur froze in the doorway, his eyes locked on Elsie. She was lying on the bed, propped up on her elbows, the leather bundle neatly folded beside her. Her body was bare, the first thing he noticed was her skin, it was pale, it wasn't surprising considering she wasn't a farmer so she didn't need to toil in the fields, but even so, it was remarkab...
2025-08-06 16:19:57 +0000 UTC View Post
Arthur kept walking, the cart rattling behind him over the old dirt road. It wasn't that far to Harrowfield. Maybe four, five miles. Less if you cut across the field, but the cart wouldn't survive that. Even so, he hadn't been there much. Kind of strange, thinking about it now. A village that close, yet he didn’t go too of...
2025-08-06 10:33:03 +0000 UTC View Post