A superhero discovers they gain new powers based on whatever song they’re currently listening to. When the ultimate evil threatens the world, they’ve constructed the ultimate playlist to fight back.
Author: Time Lizzy Saint
Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
15% of the Earth’s population has gained superpowers, but instead of heroes and villains, most people use theirs for mundane tasks. Your powers have awakened, and you can finally realize your dream: Small Business Ownership.
You get to restart your whole life over from age 10, but there’s a catch. When you reach the exact moment you went back in your previous life, every dog in the world will become dead set on killing you by any means necessary.
The king has died and you, his trusted royal servant, have passed the crown to his power-hungry son. Rather than fearsome, however, you find his tyrannical commands to be amusing.
The king has died and you, his trusted royal servant, have passed the crown to his power-hungry son. Rather than fearsome, however, you find his tyrannical commands to be amusing.
Limbo is a featureless room with a door labeled “heaven” and one labeled “Hell”. Heaven has been locked for 12,000 years. Today’s the day you finally say “screw it, anything’s better than this.”
As you touch the door a blinding light overtakes your vision and a piercing noise permeates your senses as if used for the first time. You feel a great pressure lift and a searing tear as if you’ve been unplugged from an outlet. As you attempt to understand this overwhelming experience a sharp pain ignites your rear end, causing you to cry out in shock. As you’re shifted around and cleaned up you open your eyes and see the face of an angel, before the knowledge that the heaven door is always locked fades from your new mind.
I am so blue I’m greener than purple.
Limbo is a featureless room with a door labeled “heaven” and one labeled “Hell”. Heaven has been locked for 12,000 years. Today’s the day you finally say “screw it, anything’s better than this.”
The sorting hat is placed on your head. It says nothing. After what seemed like an eternity, the hat says, “Impossible. You shouldn’t exist.”
You pause and whisper “I know” you had known you were special since the day you were born ,no not being a wizard something.. else. Something impossible. You could look throughout every single universe and soak up as much information like a sponge living your 11 years of life with information no one could of possibly of known but what was impossible was that you were dreaming the whole time and as you set your eyes upon dumbledore mouthing an universal secret you suddenly wake up. Your at your home you feel as if 11 years have passed you by without notice, your freinds take suspision your not your usual cheerful self, your burdened with something ,information perhaps? Well this world will never know.
Humanity receives a message from the stars reading “Your lease has expired. Would you like to keep renting the sun?”
