#story 21

[thestorygenerater]

Dc x Dp prompt

Phantom has been apart of the justice league since its beginning. The young man was powerful and had no recorded history of hero work despite them being an experienced hero (when mentioned about that, Phantom muttered something under his breath about “Desire”?)

But after an incident involving a shapeshifter and a power damper, everything The Justice League knew about Phantom was put into question as he turns into a young teenager. It’s like another Billy Batson situation but instead of physical turning into an adult, they only shape shift into one.

Meanwhile for phantom, he is doing FANTASTIC. He’s phantom form hasn’t aged in 7 years and it wasn’t like ghosts age to differently by human standards, by all accounts Danny is a fully adult ghost. He can’t change his form permanently without ether first losing his obsession or damaging his core so he does the next best thing, learn how to shape shift.

He can’t do much, only bump up his ghost appearance to match his human one, but it was more than enough… until the Justice League found out about the shapeshifting and won’t listen when he says he really is an adult

[kittykatninja321]

My less popular opinion (and what I believe to be implied by the art in Lost Days) is that rather than waking up in a fully grown body Jason didn’t actually complete his puberty until after his Lazarus pit dip while he was on his murder tour. Imagine you’re tied up in a basement in Berlin getting interrogated by a teenager and his voice is cracking the entire time and if you laugh he’s going to shoot you

[xtaleunderverse]

"My brother had many fans, but only one special secret admirer. They sent each other super corny letters all the time, even during our guard shift.

He suddenly stopped talking about this person. There was no more letters.

I wonder if they ever met at some point..."

[suntails]

WIPs

[aashidoodles]

Some older teens accidentally figure out how to summon digimon but instead of being classic heroes, they start causing chaos turning themselves into scary urban legends

[shayberri789]

It's forever funny to me how in trk blue and gansey are having a wonderful night, falling further in love and making new friends and having fun

meanwhile ronan and adam get a horror story evening about a forest possessed by a demon that tries to dissolve them both while they try to rescue their daughter

Just ya know, ordinary dates

[scullcrusher101xd]

where were they going

[freaky-flawless]

The De Nile sisters!

[slutforpringles]

Daniel Ricciardo on Sebastian Vettel at the Italian GP 2014 is the only correct answer 😌✨

[astrangetorpedo]

Lucy & JB at Overton Park in Memphis, TN, spring of 2017

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I have never been to a wedding in 25– 29 years old. I have never saw true love! Or I'm just unlucky.

Aimsey: Aw, that's so sad! 😢

KyleEff: Mike, have you been to a wedding?

Mike: Yeah! I've been to my wedding, I'm married. [Holds up his hand, showing off his wedding ring]

KyleEff: So you didn't go to Mike's wedding???

Mike: I didn't invite him! I did not invite him.

Pac: Yeah, he didn't invite me to his wedding. 😔

KyleEff: Why???

Mike: Eh, I dunno. I don't like him. 🫤

Billzo: But you got robbed together?

KyleEff: You almost died together!

Pac: You know, we are [together] only on the bad things! [Laughs]

Mike: Yeah, yeah. [Laughs] Just the bad parts, you know? Pac is with me just for the bad stuff, you know?

KyleEff: Who did you invite to your wedding?

Mike: Who did I invited? Like, all my friends. All my friends.

[Billzo and Quackity burst into laughter]

Pac: What the fck???

[g1rlr0b1n]

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Blood of the Covenant (Preview)

Jon’s neck snapped over to where a silhouetted figure perched silently in a tree above. Had it not been for the scattering of birds, their frantic flapping and squawking, he may have never even noticed the presence up above. The figure crouched, hidden within the dark branches, like a predator observing, waiting to strike its prey. Jon felt a chill run down his spine as realization dawned on him. “just- just make it quick.”

Jon closed his eyes tight and waited for something that never came. Gathering his courage, he slowly opened his eyes and frantically scanned the area around the tree. The figure was nowhere to be seen. His body relaxed slightly, but before he could let out a breath of relief, the figure suddenly emerged from the underbrush, clutching a limp rabbit in his hand. Jon's breath caught in his throat at the sudden appearance and he couldn't help but shudder with fear.

“Tt,” he clicked his tongue and Jon immediately registered the sound as annoyance. He wondered if fear in its prey was becoming a nuisance for this particular vampire, it would have been almost laughable, if he wasn’t scared shitless right now.

Aside from the pounding in his chest, Jon watched on in silence as the creature expertly built a fire with dry twigs and leaves. The orange flames danced and flickered, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding trees. As the sun descended below the horizon, the fire became the only source of light, the sky now painted in shades of deep blue. The heat from the flames grew more intense, warming his skin and filling the air with the scent of burning wood. Jon’s eyes followed every move as the vampire gracefully skinned the rabbit, then with precise movements, drained the blood from the small animal. Jon’s throat tightened as the creature was skewered onto a freshly sharpened stick and placed over the embers. The smell of cooking meat filled the air, making Jon's stomach growl in hunger. The vampire seemed to have quite the sick sense of humor, subjecting him to such torture. Jon squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force his mind off of the pain in his gut.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice shattered the silence. "Eat," they commanded.

Confused and disoriented, Jon's eyes snapped open as he tried to make sense of the words. "W-what? Why?" His own voice came out weak and shaky.

“You clearly haven't eaten in a few days,” he stated matter-of-factly, his eyes roaming across him. Jon eagerly reached out, accepting the offering, savoring the succulent meat as it filled his empty stomach. When he finished, he crudely wiped his mouth with the cuff of his sleeve. He was still weary of the other but at least if he dies now, it would be with a full belly. The man continued to stare at Jon intently, never taking his gaze away. After a long silence, he spoke again, his voice low and measured, “how long have you been here?”

“Eighteen days,” he croaked out, feeling small and weak under the man's intense scrutiny.

The other only nodded. “Is that your canteen?”

Jon's heart sank as he nodded and replied, unable to hide the desperation in his voice, "It's empty." The sound of his own almost unfamiliar timbre only served as a reminder of how long it had been since he had last spoken to another human being…or anything close to it.

Without another word, the man snatched the canteen from Jon's hands and disappeared quickly into the dense forest. Minutes dragged on like hours, Jon could do nothing but watch as the moon dragged across the sky until it was directly overhead. With no clear sense of time, he began to wonder if he’d been abandoned once again, left alone in this desolate place with nothing but his thoughts for company.

As the last embers of the fire began to fade, Jon's gaze caught a glint of movement in the corner of his eye. He watched as the lithe figure of the man emerged from the shadows with the canteen in hand. With a quick flick of his wrist, he tossed the canteen at Jon, who winced as it thudded against his chest. “Vampires?”

Jon nodded, “yeah, we took them out but I got inj-”. He flinched, realizing suddenly that he was talking to a vampire about taking out his own kind.

The man seemed disinterested in the murder of his kin and instead chose to focus on something else entirely. “We?”

Jon swallowed the lump forming in his throat, “yeah, the guys I'd been traveling with.”

“They left you here?”

“Well-”

“To die?” he interjected.

“I told them too. I was slowing them down.” Jon’s voice came out smaller than he intended it to.

The man carried on, as though uninterested. “Kryptonian?”

“How did you-?” The man's piercing gaze landed on the prominent "S" adorning Jon's chest. Jon shifted uncomfortably, feeling foolish, “oh. Yeah.” The two sat in tense silence once more, until the question that had been gnawing at Jon could no longer be contained, “why haven't you killed me yet?”

For the first time since the man had appeared, he seemed to be taken off guard. He sat in quiet contemplation, his brow furrowed and eyes distant. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke again. “I knew your father. He was a good friend of my father.”

“Was.” Jon felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, “so, he’s dead then.”

“I’m sorry,” his eyes flashed with empathy, just briefly, before returning to their stoic state, “but yes. They both are.”

“It's okay,” Jon tried to reassure himself, though his voice trembled slightly. “I think...I think I already knew.” As the words left his mouth, he felt a sense of finality wash over him, confirming what he had been desperately trying to deny. His father hadn’t come looking for him, he had already known it could only mean one thing. Silence consumed the air once more, until Jon finally spoke, “so, you haven’t killed me because my dad used to be friends with your dad?”

“Is that not enough?” he shrugged.

Jon quickly shook his head, “no, I mean, I’ll take it.”

“Tt. So, don’t die on me Jonathan Kent or this will have been a complete waste of my time.”

Surprise flickered across Jon's face, “you know my name?”

The other man scoffed, “of course, I'm the son of Batman.”

“Batman? ... So then, are you ...Tim?”

“I'm insulted.” The man's expression turned from irritation to hurt, “no, I'm Damian. I'm... I'm the last living son of Batman.” A weight seemed to settle upon him as he spoke these words, as if the realization of his own loneliness had suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks.

“I'm sorry. My... my brother is gone too.” Damian allowed the silence to consume the night, he did not ask Jon any more questions and for that, Jon was grateful.

[kinokoshoujoart]

did not expect to find forbidden inaccessible gay autocannibalism variant of rock’s after-marriage line hidden away in the dialogue files for a wonderful life special edition for the ps2 but here we are

context:

[abluescarfonwaston]

Fanfic writer advice thats like 'use a beta/copyeditor' is just like.

I'm sorry are you volunteering to edit my fics for Grammer/commas/whatever was so egregious that you decided this needed to be a part of your comment? Do you think it's easy to

1. Write something and then

2. Find someone to willingly edit it for free in a timely manner who will catch a meaningful amount of said things

3. Resist the urge to immediately post something when I finally finish something for once?

Like damn girl you think highly of me

[actualbird]

im wayyyyy overdue for a Full Re-Playthrough of ALL of ToT Main Story. partly because i adore main story so much and itd be super fun to play it all again in one go, but ALSO because i have a question:

what...is the timeline of the events in main story? like...how much time has Passed In The Story?

if im remembering correctly, there are some episodes are implied to have DAYS or even mere HOURS between them. meanwhile other episodes have a more unidentified duration of time between them, somewhere up to weeks or a month.

im curious because like, with the romance routes, time passes at the same pace as it passes for us. but main story is different. it's like

tot romance routes: a handful of years have passed mostly peacefully with lighthearted shenanigans here and there

tot main story route: The Most Stressful and Traumatizing 6 Months (???) You Have Ever Fucking Seen