"That's How I'd Know"

Has anybody ever read a book that genuinely pissed you off?

As I am writing this I'm remembering the mistake I made a year ago where I read this comic about two boys cause I thought the artstyle looked unique and interesting. I'm here to tell you now that was the BIGGEST mistake made.

At first it was all cutesy and stuff but then the story progressed and it got so much worse to the point where I was wishing genuine death on most of the characters, but I couldn't stop, I wanted to see if the author would change it, I wanted feel even a speck of hope that things would get better.

BUT NO, IT DIDN'T!

As I'm writing this I'm getting so upset and emotionally and I know a piece of fiction shouldn't make me upset like this but I can't help it. Whenever I unfortunately remember the book and characters anger courses through me and I get so emotionally that tears start to form as I unwillingly remember every detail from that book.

This sparks the urge to go into my little notes app and plot out a better story than that author ever could.

Anyways that's my little rant, thanks for reading if you did I just needed to get my frustration out in a healthy way.

Mooom stop, You're Embarassing Meee

Part 2

They were in the Watchtower now, having decided it was a better for them to talk to the Ghost King there, away from prying eyes and people.

Although Conner thought he was playing it off cool anyone with super-hearing could hear how fast his heart was beating, from nervousness or excitement they weren't sure but one thing's for certain is that they were about to get answers.

The Ghost King was set to arrive in a couple of minutes so that gave everybody some time to prepare. Most of them were tidying up while the magic users were grilling into everybody what and what not to say or ask at risk of enraging their guest.

Superboy felt his presence long before his superhearing caught the swish of the familiar red cape.

"Soo... Mom?"

Conner presses his lips together, refusing to meet Clark's eyes, he shrugs but the movement is barely visible.

"Were you planning tell me?"

"Well.. yeah, I mean.. eventually."

A moment of silence passes by.

"Did.. did you go.. looking for him?"

"No.. he was just.. I ran into him on the mission regarding the rampaging necromancer who was trying to summon an army of undead to take over an island he claimed was rightfully his. "

"The necromancer? That's.. that was three months ago, why did..." Clark pauses, he realises why Conner didn't tell him.

Conner's still avoiding his eyes.

Clark sighs, "I.." Conner's shoulders stiffen.

"I'm sorry, I didn't..." He places his hand on Conner's shoulder, which prompts Conner to look up at him for a moment, before shifting his gaze to the wall behind him.

"I'm not mad, I'm just...confused. I thought... I thought we were doing okay."

Conner opens his mouth but doesn't speak for a moment.

"Hey.."

Conner looks back to Clark.

"Talk to me bud, I want to listen."

Conner's shoulders fall.

"I just.. didn't know how you'd react I guess. I was just.. scared."

Clark doesn't respond for a moment, Conner looks away again. He moves to step away, but he's stopped when Clark drags him into a hug. Conner stiffens again, but almost immediately melts into it. He presses his face into Clark's arm.

Clark sighs again, and when he speaks, his voice is muffled by Conner's hair.

"I'm sorry Con.. I am. I should've done better. I should've been better. You deserved better. I wish you would've felt like you could tell me. But.. I'd love to hear about him now.."

Looking up at the man he can now comfortably call his father Conner opens his mouth to speak, wanting to share alll the things he has been up to with his other parent, but before he could utter another word a green portal appeared right there in the conference room.

It's appearence captured the attention of every hero in the room who assumed their positions, giving the portal their full attention. Whatever Clark wanted to know he was about to find out right now.

[Part: 1 Here]

Blame @anniflamma

After that Odysseus and Poseidon drawing, i couldn't help but make some ManWhore Odysseus fanart for the Manwhore au uwu ofc though this drawing is very Demure, very Mindful. Look at how it's sfw and very acceptable to post on tumblr. Now what happens seconds after this drawing is for ya'll's minds do decide hehehheeh

Thee kiddos

Rise Of The Hopeful Brat

Makoto is caputured and taken to the nearest RoD which so happens to be Fuyuhiko. Fuyuhiko has watched the killing game, he's seen enough to know what the hope-filled bastard is like and he's pretty sure he can handle him before tossing him to the others where they could then decided what to do with him. It would be a piece of poisoned cake...

He was wrong, so fucking wrong.

What was supposed to be a simple hostage situation quickly turned into the WORST babysitting gig he has ever gotten, granted he has never babysat anyone but if he had this would be the worst. It had only been a day since his kidnapping for the brat to start acting up. Somehow he got free and started treating the Monokumas he set to guard the place as his personal fucking throw toys, aiming at any and everything in his sight, Fuyuhiko included.

Oh but it didn't stop there, no no no.

On the second day he got free again and found the generator that was used to give his place power and destroyed it with a sledgehammer he found, luckily there was a backup one Kazuichi had made so he made do with that but his important communication line was fucked up for a while.

On the third day the little fucker had somehow gotten out AGAIN (he was going to kill those useless guards) and this time he found the control room, which was supposed to be secretly hidden, he was using to control monokumas that were fighting Future Foundation agents and used them to help the agents. It was good thing for Fuyuhiko that Makoto was absolute shit at controlling them otherwise he'd be in serious shit, but, it still gave the agents enough time to do damage on their numbers.

On the fourth day the kid was just being an annoying prick. Destroying any and all breakable things in the kitchen, which means a lack of silverware, plates and bowls for a while.

On the fifth day he–

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING GARDEN, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN YOUR ROOM."

"I'LL GO WHERE I WANT!"

"TAKE THAT SHIT OUT OF MY GARDEN."

"I'LL SHIT IN YOUR DAMN GARDEN."

Fuyuhiko was on his sixth cigarette of the day when the time came to meet the rest of the RoD, which was saying a lot since it was only 11:40 a.m. in the day. His hair had grown a little longer, there was peach fuzz starting to grow on his face, dark circles around his eyes and his usual put together outfit was disheveled unlike anything it had been before he, unfortunately, captured the brat.

"Woahhh, did baby gangsta get taller?" Ibuki questioned in her cheerful tone.

"You look like shit!" Hiyoko countered.

Fuyuhiko looked away from them and stared at Makoto who was being restrained in chains with locks and cloth covering his mouth by Peko. The eyes that looked back at him told him all he needed to know. That little fucker enjoyed every single thing he had done and doesn't regret a thing.

Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt

Warning: Blood and gore

There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.

Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.

The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.

Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.

The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.

The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.

The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.

Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.

The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.

There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.

It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.

Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.

To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.

As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.

"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."

The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.

Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.

"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.

"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.

Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.

This time the boy spoke differently.

"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.

The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.

Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.

Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-

"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.

He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.

He flinch as he pushed the thing away.

"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.

He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.

"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."

The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.

"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.

This was hell. This was his hell.

But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.

Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.

****

"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"

After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.

"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.

"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.

"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.

"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.

"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.

"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.

Episode 5 gave me feelings

Chill Valentine's Day 💘🍫 Eat some chocolate, watch a cheesy romcom

Yoga

Once she confirms it's him they'd meet up whenever they can in Amity (because she has been there before and Amity Park recognizes her) along with auntie Jazz and cousin Dani.

I'm Sorry, Can You Say That Again?

Had an idea for dpxdc fandom again 🤭. By the way nobody knows about Amity Park, the town just sorta appeared one day to outsiders.

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"I'm sorry can you say that again."

The reporters mic was up to his face and the cameras were rolling, who was Danny to stop the direction this was going now?

"Yeah so like I accidentally time travelled to the past and met some aliens. We got along really well if you know what I mean."

"Sir are you admiting that you travelled back in time and had sex with aliens?"

"Yup! I believe they were called kyrptonians or something, I even held their baby, he was the cutest thing ever. I believe his name was Kal-El."

"...Kryptonian as in the same species as Superman."

"Superwho?"