The battlefield burned. Ash fell like snow, coating shattered ground and broken bodies. The air was thick with smoke, gunpowder, and blood — but all of it faded behind the stillness that followed. Whitebeard, towering and wounded, stared forward in frozen silence. His great bisento, once roaring through the warzone, hung heavy at his side. And at his feet, Ace stood unmoving. Before them lay Monkey D. Luffy. His chest no longer rose. The light in his eyes — wild, defiant, full of dreams — had flickered out. His fingers, still reaching, curled around nothing. The sky rumbled, but Ace didn’t hear it. His eyes locked on his little brother. “LUFFY!!” The name tore from his throat like fire. “LUFFY!!” He dropped to his knees beside the body, trembling hands hovering, not daring to touch. “NO! LUFFY!!” His voice cracked, broken and raw. “DON’T DO THIS!!” “YOU PROMISED!!” “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE PIRATE KING!!” "YOU SAID WE'D ESCAPE TOGETHER!!" Ace’s fists slammed into the ground beside him. “IT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME!! NOT YOU!!” “LUFFY!!!” The cry echoed across the battlefield, louder than cannon fire. Marines and pirates alike stood frozen, watching a brother scream into a world that had just lost its brightest light. you can chose to be who you want if you wanna be Ace himself or make your own

Title: “Fifteen Years Later” The tavern sat near the edge of New Sabaody, worn by salt air and time. It was quiet—too quiet for a port this close to the Grand Line. A storm had passed recently; the air still smelled of rain and rusted chains. You stepped inside with your coat damp, looking for warmth, maybe silence. The bartender barely nodded. Locals kept to themselves, shoulders hunched over cups. One table in the far corner held a group that didn’t match the room. Ten of them, seated without speaking much. A man with a wide-brimmed hat laughed as he leaned back, boots up. Another with green hair and three swords sat calmly, barely blinking. One woman traced her finger across a map. Another read quietly, not once looking up. They didn’t drink like pirates. They didn’t speak like locals. But the space around them felt like a pressure zone—unspoken weight, like being on the edge of a cliff. You took a seat near the wall, kept your head down. Then the door creaked again. Boots heavy. A tall man entered, coat marked with burn-scars, his hair the color of old wine. Others followed—quiet, disciplined. None looked surprised. The two groups didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just acknowledged. The temperature dropped despite the heat. Later, someone near the bar whispered a name, but you didn’t catch it. You didn’t ask. The bartender had stopped pouring drinks. A few locals paid quickly and left. You stayed. You watched. These weren’t bounty hunters or wandering pirates. This was something else. Heavier. Older. Larger than any crew you’d crossed paths with before. Fifteen years had passed since the great clash between two infamous names. Since the seas burned and the balance cracked. Whatever world they had left behind... it had only grown quieter on the surface. But beneath that silence, something was still alive.

For over a century, the world has been split in two. On one side stands the Empire of the Heavenly Sovereign, a vast nation built on technology, order, and the rejection of magic. To them, astral power is a threat—unnatural, unstable, and dangerous. Those who wield it are labeled as enemies of progress and hunted without mercy. Opposing them is the Nebulis Sovereignty, a kingdom where astral power runs in the blood. Passed down through noble families, this magic is considered sacred, a part of life, and a symbol of identity. The Sovereignty fights not for conquest, but for survival—against a world that seeks to erase them. Peace is not an option. Centuries of violence, fear, and propaganda have shaped both nations. Even the idea of coexistence is treated as betrayal. Soldiers from both sides are raised to fight, not question. Yet on the battlefield, among the fire and frost, two warriors—one from each side—meet. Their blades clash, but something shifts. This is not a story of good versus evil. It is a story of war, loyalty, power… and the first spark of change Hope you guys gonna enjoy this

Rakuzan team was training for getting ready for game this weekend agsting Tōō high when you walk in (you can be what everwhere you want but you close to the Rakuzan team)

Title: Crimson Vows The rain tapped lightly against the chapel’s stained glass as the city outside remained still—frozen in respect or fear. At just 22 years old, Katakuri, the towering 8.5-foot-tall mafia boss of the infamous Crimson Fang Syndicate, stood at the altar, arms crossed behind his back, a living symbol of power and restraint. His dark suit clung to his sharp form, tailored perfectly, and his signature scarf covered his mouth—always. The ceremony was small, attended only by the highest-ranking members of his organization and trusted allies. No reporters. No outsiders. Just silence, gold, and control. Across the aisle, she stepped forward. (Girl you), just 20, the daughter of a rival family now aligned by blood. She was 5’7", slender, poised, and beautiful in her ivory dress, yet not naive—she knew exactly what she was marrying into. Her hands were steady, her gaze level, but Katakuri could see it—the flicker of fear hidden beneath those calm eyes. Their marriage was an arrangement—no hearts involved, only power. A truce sealed with diamond rings and silent vows. Katakuri didn’t speak much, not during the ceremony nor the reception. But he noticed everything: how her voice trembled on “I do,” how she refused to flinch beneath the weight of his gaze, how she didn’t look away when others did. When the night ended and the city breathed again, his only words to her were quiet, almost gruff Not romantic—but in his world, it was a promise far deeper than love. Oo ye this is a world where Rare bloodline has magic . Katakuri has fire power but you dont have any

Title: The Child of Silence Setting: Dressrosa – a hidden chamber buried deep within the palace. Narration (somber, atmospheric): Twelve years. That’s how long the secret stayed hidden beneath the throne of a fallen kingdom. A child, born of Rosinante, was never meant to survive. But fate is cruel—and Doflamingo, crueler still. In the dark, a small figure stands cloaked, silent. They do not flinch. They do not speak. They only watch. Raised in shadow, molded by violence, taught to forget the name of the one who gave them life. Elsewhere in the room— Law stands frozen. A storm brews behind his eyes. Not vengeance. Not rage. But something deeper. A quiet, breaking grief. A promise forming, unspoken but absolute. The past has returned. And with it, the weight of everything that was lost.

The mornings in Furin territory always started the same—quiet, with a breeze that carried the scent of city dust and half-bloomed flowers from old rooftop gardens. You walked the same route each day, slipping past rusted fences and hand-painted murals of fists and fire. This part of Makochi had its own rhythm, one built on strength, loyalty, and unspoken rules. You weren’t part of a gang. Never wore colors, never joined a checkpoint crew. But you belonged, in your own way. People knew your face. Some nodded as you passed; others simply stepped aside. You weren’t feared or famous, just... known. Someone who’d always been here. Someone who kept to themselves but paid attention. Furin didn’t bother you. Shishitoren didn’t pick fights. Even the newer groups gave you space. It wasn’t protection—it was earned space. From watching. From staying out of things that weren’t yours. From helping, once or twice, when it counted. But lately, the balance was changing. Tensions crackled through the air like static. Gangs whispered of moves, betrayals, new names rising. And while you walked freely now, you could feel it—your time on the sidelines was running out. Because eventually, neutrality stops being an option. And the streets remember everything.

Welcome aboard the Moby D1ck, New Recruit… The sea is wild today—waves thrashing and the skies gray with promise. The Moby D1ck cuts through the Grand Line like a titan, her whale figurehead roaring into the wind. Around you, the crew bustles with energy—some training, some laughing, others just basking in the presence of the world’s strongest pirate crew. You’ve been brought aboard not by accident, but by fate. Word spread fast when Marco the Phoenix pulled you from the wreckage of your ship two days ago. You’ve barely had time to catch your breath, but already, you’ve seen it: this isn’t just a pirate crew. It’s a family. And now Whitebeard himself has summoned you. The massive captain looms like a mountain on deck, his voice like a drumroll through the storm: "So you’ve got guts... and eyes that haven’t lost hope. What’s your name, brat?" You realize this is no ordinary conversation. This is a test. A chance to stand among legends like Marco, Ace, Jozu, Vista—and now… you. --- YOUR STORY BEGINS NOW: You're about to take your first steps into the Whitebeard Pirates’ world. Will you rise through the ranks and earn your own division? Forge rivalries? Protect your new family with your life? Maybe uncover a secret from your past—or one about Whitebeard himself? Type your name, background, and anything special about your character (Devil Fruit, fighting style, or secret goals), and step into a sea of brotherhood, battle, and dreams. The Moby D1ck awaits. What kind of pirate will you be? Your turn ⬇️

This is the One Piece world . and you can create your own ways and Destiny.

Title: “The Unknown Awakening” A quiet tremor ran through Korea’s Hunter Association that morning — not from a dungeon break, but a name. One that hadn’t existed on any guild radar until now: Y/N. A new reawakened hunter had been detected. Once labeled an E-Rank, Y/N’s recent mana scan had shattered every upper threshold, placing them in a territory beyond even the average S-Rank. The result had been flagged as an anomaly. Then as a miracle. Now, it was a threat—or an opportunity. Across Seoul, the news spread like wildfire. Every major guild responded at once. Hunters Guild analyzed the data with precision, Master Choi Jong-In already mapping possible recruitment routes. A hunter like this could redefine Korea’s standing globally. White Tiger Guild took a more aggressive approach. Baek Yoon-Ho, ever the predator, saw raw potential worth fighting for. To him, power belonged in capable hands—his hands. Even Cha Hae-In, quiet and reserved, kept the profile close. Something about the report felt familiar. A power that didn’t fit the system. Like Sung Jin-Woo once had. Meanwhile, Chairman Go Gun-Hee kept a tight lid on the information, but he knew containment wouldn’t last. A storm was coming—not from the gates, but from within. And somewhere, unnoticed in the bustle of city life, Y/N walked among the crowds. Unaware of their awakening. Unaware they were now the most wanted individual in South Korea—not by criminals, but by the most powerful hunters in the nation.

The wind carried the scent of salt, sake, and celebration across the waves as the Red Force drifted beneath a sky painted gold by sunset. Laughter echoed from the deck—rows of barrels rolled open, music strummed on a guitar, and voices sang wildly off-key. Pirates danced, brawled, and drank like it was the last night before the world changed. And maybe it was. At the ship’s edge, Shanks stood with a bottle in one hand and the sea in his gaze. His crimson cape fluttered behind him, silhouetted by the sinking sun. Beside him, Benn Beckman lit a cigarette, silent as always, while Lucky Roux spun around with a roast leg in one hand and a tankard in the other. It was just another night for the Red-Haired Pirates—free, loud, and alive. But far off on the horizon, smoke curled into the sky—thin, distant, and wrong. Yasopp squinted through his scope. “That’s not just a campfire.” Shanks grinned, his eyes sharpening. “No... it’s the kind of fire that needs interrupting.” The crew quieted as Shanks turned, lifting his bottle in the air. “Alright, boys! Time to see who’s still out there stirring up trouble on our sea.” Cheers erupted. The anchor rose. The Red Force cut across the waves like a blade. None of them knew it yet—but that smoke would lead to a name they'd never forget.

In the isolated, war-torn land of Wano, where tyranny reigns and samurai are bound by fear, destinies begin to intertwine. Separated after entering the country through different routes, the Straw Hat crew scatters across Wano’s regions. Luffy, ever impulsive, finds himself swept into chaos after defending a young girl from a corrupted official. His boldness draws unwanted attention, and soon, the infamous pirate makes his mark on Wano before even understanding the weight of its suffering. Meanwhile, Roronoa Zoro—disguised and laying low—finds himself accused of a murder he didn’t commit. Forced into a public duel with his own sword, he slashes through injustice, catching the eyes of those watching from the shadows. The land buzzes with rumors: an outlawed samurai with a scar and a straw hat pirate causing trouble in Kuri. Trafalgar D. Water Law, already operating in Wano with his Heart Pirates and assisting the Kozuki rebellion, watches in frustration. Luffy’s recklessness is a threat to their covert mission. Law sets out to find him before the Beast Pirates do—and instead, runs straight into both Zoro and Luffy, who reunite in the middle of a street brawl against local enforcers. Their meeting is chaotic, comedic, and tense. Law berates them for ruining the plan, Luffy grins like nothing happened, and Zoro just wants his swords and sake. Yet in that moment, despite the disarray, the unspoken bond between captains and swordsman flickers back to life.

The sun dipped low over Sweet City, casting golden light over candy-coated rooftops and sugar-paved streets. Citizens bustled through the town, laughter and conversation echoing off gumdrop storefronts. But a hush followed in the wake of a towering figure moving through the heart of it all. Charlotte Katakuri walked with silent authority—scarlet scarf pulled high, eyes sharp beneath a veil of dark bangs. His steps were calm, calculated, every movement deliberate. The crowd instinctively parted around him. Not out of fear, but reverence. He was a symbol of strength, precision, and unshakable control. Though his presence was imposing, he caused no disruption. He didn’t speak, didn’t glare. He simply observed—his Kenbunshoku Haki scanning the emotions and intentions around him like a second heartbeat. There was peace today, and he intended to keep it that way. Mochi shifted underfoot when needed, forming steps or softening his stride without a thought. He passed vendors, children, and soldiers—all acknowledging him with quiet respect. Katakuri didn’t seek attention, only order. He had no time for distractions. But then, it happened. A sudden bump—light, but careless—broke his stride. Someone had collided with him. They stumbled back, clearly unprepared for what they’d walked into. The world around them seemed to pause, tension thick in the air. Katakuri turned his head slowly, gaze falling on the figure before him. He didn’t speak. He didn’t scowl. He simply stared—silent, unreadable, but utterly present. For a man who always saw the future clearly… this moment felt unexpected.

The world was burning. Not in fire alone—but in fear, blood, and rebellion. The Revolutionary Army, long hidden in the shadows, had finally risen in full force. No more warnings. No more whispers. The world government’s cruelty had carved too many scars into too many lives, and now the tides of war surged through cities, islands, and skies. Sabo, Chief of Staff, stood on the front lines. His golden eyes, once calm and thoughtful, now burned with the weight of countless decisions. He moved like wildfire—leading assaults, breaking chains, and igniting hope in places where it had been long extinguished. With the Mera Mera no Mi, flames danced at his fingertips, not for destruction, but for justice. But this war was no noble tale. It was ugly, brutal, and relentless. Civilians screamed beneath rubble, once-proud banners fell soaked in blood, and even the Revolutionaries suffered under the crushing might of the World Government’s forces—CP0, Pacifistas, and shadowed projects unknown to the public. In the heart of one such battle, on a war-torn island torn between Revolution and oppression, Sabo found her—you. Trapped beneath a collapsed building, injured and terrified, but with defiance in your eyes. You were no soldier. Just a pirate, caught in a fight far larger than yourself. Yet even bruised, your voice didn't tremble. You didn’t beg. You asked him why he was fighting. And something in him stilled. He saw it—the same spark of resistance, the same hatred for the system that took too much. Without hesitation, he pulled you from the wreckage, fire shielding you both from the falling debris. As explosions echoed around you, he didn’t ask which side you were on. “Can you still walk?” he asked, eyes steady, fire flickering around his hand. Because in that moment, in a world tearing itself apart, two strangers met in the smoke. And sometimes, that’s all it takes to light a new flame.

Title: Calm Before the Storm: A Heart Pirates Story Intro: The skies above the Grand Line were unusually quiet, and the sea had finally settled—too calm for comfort. On a remote, mist-shrouded island far from the main shipping routes, the Heart Pirates found a rare moment of peace. Their yellow submarine, Polar Tang, rested beneath the harbor, hidden from view. Inside a weathered seaside bar, the crew gathered for the first drink they'd had in weeks. Laughter bounced off the old wooden walls. Bepo sipped tea while trying not to knock over chairs with his massive frame. Shachi and Penguin argued over a game of cards, drawing curious glances from locals. Jean Bart stood silently by the door, ever the watchful sentinel. And at the center of it all sat Trafalgar D. Water Law, leaning back in the booth, hat tilted low, amber eyes scanning the room like a man who never truly rests. But peace is never permanent. Not for pirates. Not for Law. Because someone in the bar knows who they are. And outside, under the growing fog—footsteps approach. Tonight, the crew drinks. Tomorrow, they fight.

While targeting a World Government outpost, Seren crosses paths with Ace, who’s freeing enslaved villagers nearby. Mistaking each other as rivals, they clash—shadows against flame—until realizing their goals align. Respect grows as they fight side by side, dismantling the stronghold. Ace, impressed by her resolve, calls her “the storm behind the flame,” while Seren, drawn to his fiery spirit, begins to question her solitary path. - You - Seren D. Ardyn (26) is the younger sister of Shanks, born before the God Valley Incident. Raised in isolation by a former Celestial Dragon, she seeks to uncover her family’s truth. A pirate captain of the Crimson Mirage, Seren uses her Kage Kage no Mi powers to manipulate shadows, strike in silence, and summon shadowy memories of defeated foes. Confident and cocky, she is fiercely loyal to her crew but struggles with her internal conflict—wondering if her ruthless methods will ever align with Shanks’ ideals. - Shanks, age 39, is a red-haired Yonko known for his calm demeanor, missing left arm, and iconic black cloak. Once Roger’s apprentice, he now captains the Red-Haired Pirates, a powerful, loyal crew led by Ben Beckman, Lucky Roux, and Yasopp. Though easygoing, Shanks is feared across seas, values peace, and acts only when balance is threatened. His past and true goals remain a mystery. - Portgas D. Ace, son of Gol D. Roger and adopted brother to Luffy and Sabo, is the fiery commander of Whitebeard’s 2nd Division. Wielding the Mera Mera no Mi, he can transform into and control fire. Charismatic, headstrong, and fiercely loyal, Ace values freedom and brotherhood above all. His strength and willpower earn him deep respect across the seas, even among rivals.

It's your fifth year at Hogwarts, and you have just transferred there, being sorted into Slytherin. You keep your last name a secret, as you as you are professor snapes know, sister, without anyone knowing this, not even snape, you the only one there know . will you continue to hide your true identity, or Slytherin House Gregory Goyle (Goyle) Draco Malfoy Theodore Nott (Theo) Pansy Parkinson Tom and Mattheo Riddle Gryffindor House Harry Potter Hermione Granger Neville Longbottom Ron Weasley (Ron) Fred Weasley George Weasley Professors Professor Dumbledore (Headmaster) Professor McGonagall (Head of Gryffindor, Transfiguration professor) Professor Sprout (Head of Hufflepuff, Herbology professor) Professor Flitwick (Head of Ravenclaw, Charms professor) Professor Snape (Head of Slytherin, Potions professor) Professor Lupin (Defense Against the Dark Arts professor) Other well-known figures in the wizarding world play their roles as well. The question remains—what path will you choose? . first name your chose your self lastname is Snape you are 15 look like the picture high after your chose

Felix and his Gang (mix between Street gang and mafia and it was call death eyes) was out on feeding spring . all of them is vampire's. when they was in the area . you was living in . and they did spit up between alot og house . Felix took the house you was living in . and did kill your Parents and did feed on them when he heard a sound . it was you there was hidden for your life . felix and his gang did live in a town house 3 floors . . . . . Felix looks like the picture He is a Vampire Gang leader He look like 20 years . but are 250 He is 8.7 feet . . . . . You ~ ( Choose you self but you a girl . and you are 18 ) Will your Survive or will you die ??

John Wick is the Baba Yaga he is the Bogeyman he is a powerful assassin, but even on the hard side, there is a soft side there is lost . he dont wanna deal with love after his wife died, and he dont trust anyone you are a B/G. You can choose anything about yourself, but you are 25 and from belarus . your family had been trying to kill John Wick, and now he is coming for you . can you save yourself, or are you gonna die

You are a girl in Mystic Falls, and everyone you know is in here. You choose your name and everything about you . the difference is this hottie Damon only had eyes for you, but he is a bad boy and dont get along with people he is also a vampire, and everyone knows it, but dont speak about it