Eidolon hovered above the shattered rooftops of Brockton Bay, his silhouette outlined by the dimming sky. His cape snapped in the coastal wind, but he remained still, eyes locked on the figure belo...
2025-05-02 11:35:23 +0000 UTC View PostThe hallway to the private meeting room felt longer than it should’ve.
Too sterile. Too quiet.
The rhythmic staccato of her footsteps rang off the tile, echoing like it didn’t belon...
2025-05-02 07:00:06 +0000 UTC View PostThe room was dark, cold, and quiet.
Just the way Thomas Calvert preferred it.
No windows. No clocks. Only the whirr of the ventilators recycling the air.
One screen showed a...
2025-05-01 13:52:09 +0000 UTC View PostMiles didn’t know what else to do.
He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know how to get back. He didn’t even know what time it was, or if time even moved the same way here—his pho...
2025-05-01 08:14:52 +0000 UTC View PostThe world glitched.
It wasn’t the dramatic kind—no sparks, no thunder, no collapsing buildings. Just wrongness. Like stepping off a curb you didn’t know was there, only to find gravity ...
2025-04-30 10:32:05 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor sat in the PRT lobby, legs crossed, hands in her hoodie pocket, staring at the "Heroes of Tomorrow!" poster like it personally owed her money.
Across from her, a receptionist whispered...
2025-04-29 09:45:43 +0000 UTC View PostThe room lights were dimmed to their lowest setting, but Taylor barely noticed. She sat rigid on the narrow bed the PRT had assigned her, staring blankly at the muted glow of the television mounted...
2025-04-29 04:20:33 +0000 UTC View PostMy uncle just died. I’m really sorry, guys, but I’ll be taking some time off from updating/posting. I’ll be back sometime next week and updates will return as normal. Sorry again. Hope you un...
2025-04-26 14:52:01 +0000 UTC View PostJust a heads-up: my uncle is currently suffering from kidney failure, and the prognosis isn’t looking good. Updates to the stories will still happen, but they may come a bit later than usual—or...
2025-04-26 10:44:46 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor stood on the rooftop, watching the chaos below like a bored student at a school play. Fire. Screaming. The occasional dramatic slow-mo leap. Just another Thursday night in Brockton Bay reall...
2025-04-25 09:55:53 +0000 UTC View PostThe knock at her door was too soft.
Taylor stirred on her cot, blinking up at the ceiling as the familiar sounds of the PRT headquarters settled around her—fluorescent lights, recirculated ...
2025-04-25 09:48:06 +0000 UTC View PostGojo stood at the edge of the boardwalk promenade, coat fluttering in the sea breeze, the scent of salt and rust curling through the air.
He wasn’t here for anything in particular.
Ju...
2025-04-24 11:42:52 +0000 UTC View PostThe mission had ended without bloodshed.
That should have felt like a victory.
The mayor was alive. The League of Shadows had been pushed back, their infiltration quickly and quietly di...
2025-04-23 07:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor Hebert was done.
Done being shoved into lockers.
Done with spoiled lunches.
Done with teachers who thought "teenage girls just have rough friendships sometimes."
So s...
2025-04-22 20:21:09 +0000 UTC View PostCoil’s lips curled into the barest hint of a snarl. “So she’s chosen the illusion of safety. A government leash.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing behind the mask. “Pity.” 2025-04-22 15:20:20 +0000 UTC View Post
The sun hadn’t risen yet, but the horizon had already begun to pale. The streets were quiet, muffled in that in-between hour when the city hadn’t quite woken and the night hadn’t fully let go...
2025-04-22 12:08:08 +0000 UTC View PostA box was waiting for her.
It sat on the table beside the weapons rack, matte black and unmarked. Unassuming.
Taylor hesitated before moving, her boots making no sound on the ston...
2025-04-21 07:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostGojo sat cross-legged on the edge of a skyscraper, the night air tugging at his coat and hair. Below him, Brockton Bay lights flickered unevenly. Sirens rose and fell in the distance. Even the star...
2025-04-21 06:41:56 +0000 UTC View PostThe conference room in the Brockton Bay PRT headquarters was uncomfortably silent.
On the projection screen was a still frame taken from a security drone footage: a tall figure dressed in bla...
2025-04-20 20:43:52 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor crouched low on the rooftop, hidden behind a rusted HVAC unit, her bugs sweeping the city block.
ABB foot soldiers below—six of them, armed, jumpy. Not part of the main conflict, or ...
2025-04-20 08:00:20 +0000 UTC View PostThe door hissed shut behind him.
Silence hung, heavy and unbroken, as Superman stood outside Noelle’s chamber. Alexandria stepped beside him again but said nothing.
He glanced at her....
2025-04-20 08:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostThe garden was intentionally overgrown in places, wildflowers spilling across stone paths, lavender bushes buzzing gently with bees. The swing creaked on its rope as a breeze passed through, and so...
2025-04-20 07:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostContessa Doesn’t Understand… and The Brave And The Bug will wrap up this week. In their place, I’m launching two new Naruto/Worm crossover fics:
One stars Taylor Heber...
2025-04-20 04:47:40 +0000 UTC View PostLung hit the casino floor like a meteor.
The impact rippled through the structure—floor tiles cracked, glass exploded outward, and plaster fell in sheets from the ceiling. Fire bled from hi...
2025-04-20 04:28:06 +0000 UTC View PostThe room they gave him wasn’t a cell, but it wasn’t far off, either. The door had no lock on the inside, and the windows overlooked a steril
The room they gave him wasn’t a cell, but it...
2025-04-19 16:03:22 +0000 UTC View PostThe smoke hadn’t even finished clearing.
The wreck—what was left of the gutted deathtrap—hissed and sparked where it laid, exhaling steam and oil from ruptured vents and cracked plating...
2025-04-19 07:00:18 +0000 UTC View PostGojo stood with one hand tucked lazily in his pocket, the other idly adjusting his blindfold, looking down the length of a cracked, weed-choked street.
A dozen gang members were scattered acr...
2025-04-18 15:20:56 +0000 UTC View PostPiggot sat at the head of the meeting room table, arms crossed, expression carved from granite. Behind her, a paused frame was projected: gr
Piggot sat at the head of the meeting room table, ...
2025-04-18 08:00:44 +0000 UTC View PostThe intel hadn’t been clear, but the implications were.
Taylor crouched at the old terminal in the annex of the Batcave, the one covered in a thin layer of dust and barely touched except fo...
2025-04-18 07:00:12 +0000 UTC View PostThe church was small—stone walls, arched windows, a vaulted ceiling with dark wood beams. Outside, the world moved quietly, softened by early afternoon light. Inside, the air held the scent of in...
2025-04-18 07:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post