#yep !

[kizunatallis]

Awesome post.

However, i will say, and this is more about the fandom around Superman, but I just have to say...

After years of nerds saying Clark is some sort of icon of "old fashioned wholesome good values", is it any fucking wonder that some conservatives appropriate him (and to an extent, Captain America as well) as a conservative icon?

[leilanising]

All Aboard the Centipede Train!

this is an au I've been planning for a while, its basically set in an apocalyptic kind of world, with the entire planet run over by both strange, and rather dangerous monsters.

Ingo and Emmet are twins who travel together, and one day, while exploring subway system while in some caves, they find a strangely functional subway train.

some time after their boarding, to their surprise, the train starts up on its own, and both twins quickly realize they aren't in a train, but rather a centipede train monster!

despite the fact that the subway train is a monster tho, its surprisingly docile and apathetic, traveling the subway cave system seemingly just by schedule, almost like the spirit of the subway train still has some control over how the monster functions XD

as long as Ingo and Emmet board the train before the monster takes off again, they never miss a stop! not to mention it works as a pretty sweet base too, lol. never get in front of the monster while its on track tho, cause it won't stop until it reaches its next destination, even if that means running over someone

I kinda went on a ramble here, but I hope everything I said makes sense, lol

[lover-of-mine]

You promised it was real, well I guess you misspoke...

(goes with this one)

[intistone]

wdym it’s definitely the Axolotl The Olm

Behold! It’s the…Axolotl. Yep. Definitely.

Based on the blind salamander things found in caves, i call upon an interdimensional cryptid shapeshifter called The Olm. Using its appearance to resemble the AXOLOTL, it tricks worshippers and common folk into believing that IT is the Axolotl in a different form. It gets within distance of whoever “summoned” it, before consuming its energy and basically it’s life force, leaving them barely alive…and with The Olm able to assume the form whatever it just yeeted.

Basically it’s a scam artist/con…man? creature. Stan would absolutely hate this thing.

currently, The Olm tries to avoid attention from higher beings and deities…but secretly has the goal of tricking one of these gods into giving up their power.

[lolottes]

ok, several ideas that I don't yet know how to organize:

*Danny can't really leave his town but on the other hand Dani is already traveling. Dani takes finding the new clone/cousin as a part of "Where's Waldo?" life size

*Davey is a sort of lightning rod for getting kidnapped (literally next to a Wayne in public, at a gala etc) or other crime (found by chance in the middle of a shootout when lost at the mall, random assault, wandering by chance in a place trapped by bombs while walking, hostage situation ect)

*he's also incredibly easy to lose, even with all the bat concentration . This ultimately adds to his supernatural abilities

*luckily for the batfam it is also ok to wear trackers H24 (Davey doesn't know what a tracker is but doesn't care enough to ask)

*Davey releases interference when he uses his ghost abilities, usually his regeneration. The batfam quickly learns to rush to its location when it happens

* The first time Davey sees dialysis he seems to become extremely happy then jealous: Davey associates dialysis= "game" with Vlad or just after a session. He thinks they "played" without him >:( not fair

*Dani finally shows up and checks on Davey quickly and thanks his adoptive family and plans to leave as well. The batfam interrupts her in her lightning thanks to ask her who she is, she replies: uh, sister or cousin I guess? then turns to Davey waiting for his opinion

*giving a name to a supernatural entity seals a sort of contract between the entity and the person who gives this name if the entity accepts this name (fae rule). By giving him the name Davey the Wayne family tied Davey into a bond that neither party is aware of and therefore defined. Constantine groaned upon hearing this.

*Davey can see the weak but vengeful ghosts of children, that's how he knew the name of the first victim in the first post. Mayba Danny/Dani/Vlad can not do that

*Davey gets along surprisingly well with street children. Subconsciously the children know that they are safe with him because if anything bad happens it will ALWAYS fall on Davey

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.

[kaontic]

Wait…

[4ssdestroyer5000]

Thinking aboot making commissions... To help...

[velvetporcelain]

hate is a privilege. and you are no longer privileged to be hated. i don’t hate you because i know i am cooler, smoother, smarter than you. and i can’t hate you for that baby.

-x

[904pmoclock]

i made a twitter account now sigh.. but im gonna let it marinate before i release the user lol!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[kizunatallis]

Not anymore thanks to the amounts of Gen Z males who voted Trump.

The writing was all over the wall though, especially with the rise of so many sex negative puriteens who wanted to literally bring back the Hays Code and the regressive aspiring "gold diggers".

gen z making antisemitism cool again but being lauded as the most progressive generation ever sure is wild

[cyarskj1899]

Black voters for the next 4 years

[party-poison-days]

.....you hate me!

*he cried before snatching her bag. Locking the car*

[ irl me lol ]

*she huffed as she sat in the empty car. They were outside a abounded grocery store. Hailey looked at her bandage leg she had propped up on the dashboard, before she got out of the car. Something she knew she wasn't meant to do*

*She winced slightly before limping down the road. She noticed a patrol car and froze up, and quickly tried to go into the store and find Party*

*Party was grabbing a few different things and shoving them into his carry-on bag. They paused when Hailey walked in*

Whats up?

*he asked with a nervous lisp to their voice*

[kitkatyes]

i interrupt my usual nonsense and present one of the most self-indulgent things I've done in a long time. aka, I write Octonauts fanfiction because I can

this is very much angsty and has some descriptions of violence so be warned

Summary:

Barnacles doesn't quite make it out unscathed from a certain giant clam

[josilverdragon]

[thirdeyeopen]

yeah