The reality of everything was slowly starting to sink in. I was in Westeros, as Vlad Tepes Dracula, vampire extraordinaire. The worst part of being in Westeros was the uncertainty of everything. I did not know where I was in the timeline. I could be in the Age of Heroes for all I knew; Brandon the Builder might have just rounded up and ...
2025-07-07 22:30:04 +0000 UTC
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There was silence for all of a second before the room burst into motion. Despite everything he had been through today, the fight, the injuries, the ridiculous expenditure of curse energy, somehow Jiki still managed to match Satoru, and they were on their feet a heartbeat later. He began to move, feet leading him past the door Maki had burst thro...
2025-07-06 22:30:01 +0000 UTC
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Annoyance. One of the few emotions that still managed to pierce through the centuries of inhuman detachment and a year long depression that made up Dracula's core.
The plan had worked. More or less.
I realized that the moment the castle shifted. The air changed. The magic settled.
I'd looked out the window and found a frozen wa...
2025-07-05 22:30:03 +0000 UTC
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“Do you see it, brother, the way the strange winds curl around the big lad’s body?”
Kratos didn’t have to search particularly hard for who Mimir was pointing out. A shield wall was only as good as the uniformity of the men that held it. As a Spartan, great size was not something that was celebrated. Sometimes, it was perceived as b...
2025-07-05 02:16:25 +0000 UTC
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Maki stalked along a cobblestone path, her footsteps silent, her breathing even despite her previous heavy injuries. Her hair was burnt short, so low that if not for her impressive figure, she’d look like a boy. She was a quiet wolf on the prowl, moving through bloodstained paths in search of prey. The same couldn’t be said for the figures b...
2025-06-29 22:00:08 +0000 UTC
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Yarla was kissed by fire. A trait that was not all that rare, but not too common either. There were a lot of different stories and rumors about women like her, especially with their red hair. Most of them were as fictional as the dragons the kneelers and the crows talked about, but there was a glimpse of truth in their stories. A single one. Fir...
2025-06-28 22:50:01 +0000 UTC
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I stood up with more energy than Dracula had been able to muster in years, my body moving with frantic motion. The answers lay in my study. Which brought up a new question: where even was my study? Fortunately, it was not a question I had to ponder for long. My feet began to move at once, leading me away from the throne room and up a set of stai...
2025-06-28 22:45:01 +0000 UTC
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“Don’t hurt them. They don’t understand. I know it’s not your fault, but be better than them. Please!”
That memory, a memory the original Dracula never saw, but one I had watched from the edge of my seat, showed humanity basically asking to be doomed when they made the stupid act of killing Lisa Tepes. Dracula had not be...
2025-06-28 22:40:01 +0000 UTC
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I woke up in a coffin.
That was one way to wake up. Knowing that I was in a metallic box, with little to non-existent air, as well as cramped and tight corners. However, I was unbothered by this knowledge. Uncaring of the fact that somehow, I had slept on a soft semi-orthopedic five-by-six bed surrounded with duvets, and now I woke up in a...
2025-06-28 22:35:02 +0000 UTC
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Lightning struck.
That was a statement that would’ve raised brows if it had been uttered anywhere else. If it had been seen by anybody who was not Slade Wilson, they would’ve most likely been distracted and frozen due to the sheer surprise of it.
They were still in the heart of winter. What dark clouds could be seen in the sky we...
2025-06-28 22:30:01 +0000 UTC
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Itadori Yuji was many things: a subpar sorcerer who stumbled into the world of Jujutsu, a child with no true sense of attachment to life, one that was all too comfortable with his death. Even for sorcerers, who should always be ready for their death, Itadori Yuji was an anomaly. Yet for all his faults and disadvantages that came from both his tw...
2025-06-22 22:45:01 +0000 UTC
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The kettle whistled loudly in the otherwise quiet house.
A quiet, steady sound that slipped through the air and into his ears. Nothing like the roaring geysers of steam that once issued from Ryūjin Jakka or the chorus of screams that accompanied his younger days. Just a polite whistle. It almost felt like even th...
2025-06-22 22:32:00 +0000 UTC
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Jiki froze the moment he heard the sound. His ears sharpened as he tried to interpret it. It didn’t take him long to realize it was coming from outside the barrier. There was a low hum that filled the air, followed by static that made even Jiki’s hair stand on end, and then finally, a jagged scream tore through the sky. And Jiki remembered S...
2025-06-16 22:00:04 +0000 UTC
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Gotham reeked.
That was an oft-forgotten truth about the city. Sometimes it was the trash, heaps of it in alleyways no one bothered to clean. Other times it was the people. The homeless, the desperate, the ones crushed under the heel of a city that fed on itself. A city abandoned by its caretakers and dissected into districts deemed unwort...
2025-06-09 22:30:02 +0000 UTC
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A Black flash was not just a strength multiplier. It struck at the very essence of a being. It touched upon concepts that the human mind found hard to grasp. The immutability of the quintessence of a person.
The world froze in the aftermath of that single hit. The crackling sound of cursed energy still resonated through the cleari...
2025-06-08 22:30:01 +0000 UTC
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It was said that wherever the Yachiru walked, money and blood flowed in equal quantities… That was not a lie. Not in the slightest. Like with all things, it started with a rumor. Rumors of a girl, a child that killed in the same breath as she healed. An actual child. Anyone would’ve been inclined to ignore them if the news had perhaps come a...
2025-06-01 22:30:01 +0000 UTC
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♦ Topic: Earth Bet
In: Boards ► World News
Divide (Original Poster) (Irregulars)
Posted On Jan 15th, 2005:
Hello, my fellow PHOtards!
With the gracious permission of our blessed moderator (and clearly not a tinker), the venerable Lady Tin_Mother...
2025-06-01 22:00:05 +0000 UTC
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The dust settled in the clearing as Jiki and Kenjaku looked impassively at each other. At least Jiki did; Kenjaku was all smiles. There was a terrifying quality to it. A carefree recklessness that hid a calculating mind, and it was eerie on the woman’s face.
Greed.
He had not taken Kenjaku for a particularly greedy person,...
2025-05-25 23:01:01 +0000 UTC
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The fire had returned.
Not in the world. No, their dark city remained smothered under winter's heel, a miserable, unrelenting cold that clawed at every window and bone. It stole and sapped the strength from everybody but him, even with his perch upon their mansion, a perch that gave him a good view of the sprawling city he called home.
...
2025-05-25 22:55:01 +0000 UTC
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Jiki watched the strange woman with a raised brow.
Her pitch-black hair was cut short, with the front part parted to the side, revealing a familiar scar that Jiki had seen once. But that was it. That was the only thing vaguely familiar about the woman claiming to be Itadori’s mother.
“I do not know you. Have we met before?” the...
2025-05-18 22:28:11 +0000 UTC
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2025-05-17 22:00:05 +0000 UTC
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Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.
Considering these grounds were an area he had avoided for centuries, he was all too familiar with it, Kenjaku mused. Part of that was because he had helped build the foundations as well as plan it out with Tengen. Back then, it had another name.
Another part was because this was his second ...
2025-05-12 21:45:01 +0000 UTC
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Weeks passed and time blurred. The gang house was no longer a gang house. It was now a home and a semi-fortress. Partially by design and partially by chance.
The homeless, led by his mother and Boris, had cleaned up the place deftly. Better than the gangsters ever bothered to. Boris had spent long days with the stronger men fixing doors an...
2025-05-10 22:00:04 +0000 UTC
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In the silence and confusion that followed the end of the war, Ragnarok's fury and determination to breach Hrimthur’s wall aside, Sif's words still hung in the air.
"Long live the All-Father."
I didn’t correct her. Couldn’t, really. My throat was dry, and my mind was still trying to catch up to everything. It felt wrong, like p...
2025-05-07 22:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Satoru let out a shuddering breath. The pain was secondary, an afterthought. What mattered was the how.
His mind raced as his body struggled to respond. His Limitless was no longer active. It could not be. He had felt a breach, an unraveling of his technique. More importantly, there was the clear evidence of failure, the proof of vulnerabi...
2025-05-04 22:30:01 +0000 UTC
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It was one thing to receive a message, to read about something devastating and catastrophic happening from a distance, the medium dulling the sheer weight of the news. It was another entirely different thing to witness what that message spoke of in person.
The intense heat dried the eyes and evaporated sweat straight from the pores. The sm...
2025-05-03 22:00:08 +0000 UTC
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“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask. You’ve not just been walking in a random direction previously, have you, brother?”
Kratos pushed through the snow, the sound of battle getting louder with each step, feet crushing undergrowth and snow.
“I’ve been following my connection to Faye’s gift.” He grunted out a response,...
2025-05-01 22:00:07 +0000 UTC
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“Are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru, or are you Gojo Satoru because you’re the strongest?”
That was a question that had been asked of him years ago. One that, even years later, he still didn’t have an answer to. The question was a low blow, designed to hurt him - not physically, for Geto had not managed tha...
2025-04-27 22:20:01 +0000 UTC
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There was an exodus happening in the slums of Gotham… perhaps calling the movement of fewer than fifty people an exodus was a bit of a misnomer, but Shinori couldn’t think of another word to call it.
The news had come in late in the afternoon. She had woken up without her sweet baby by her side, so she had done what any reasonable moth...
2025-04-26 22:30:01 +0000 UTC
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AN: Because I’m still in my God of War Bag.
“No.”
That was the first word that left my lips, and judging by the surprised and yet outraged stare the old one-eyed bald man replied to me with, they would be my last.
I didn’t know why I said them. I was not even sure they were the right words, yet the ...
2025-04-22 22:00:11 +0000 UTC
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