Oh wow, I really liked it! And tbh I wouldn't mind meeting with Julia (preferably without the whole drowning thing)

I loved their interactions pls

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“Why are you old?” I asked. They were only a second ago, just so much more I don’t know, alive. They now looked as if corporal America had taken their body and beaten them with a bonk it stick. “Send me back” they screamed . The party had grown silent, everyone looking at me, like I was the freak. Even the dude with the superpower to make everything he touched into toenails. “I mean sure but once again why are you so old?” “I aged okay, you did something I don’t know the logistics ,” “Okay, so if you don’t know then why do you want to go back then” “I meet this like really hot person and we are having a baby,” “Eww gross, you sure you want to go back to that. Babies are expensive and you do not look like you can handle another financial burden,” I looked at everyone in the room. Some were nodding and other were rolling their eyes at me. “Listen, I need to go back, my life is there now not here,” “What about your partner? They are still in the bathroom , ya know, what am I supposed to say?” “Tell them, you couldn’t get me back out,” “Wait, you said you met a hot person, so that means your partner isn’t that hot person who you are certainly with,” “ I… no but it’s not cheating” “Works for me,” I said as I pushed them behind me. Then a thought occurred to me … “Damn you look so much older now , how’s the kiddo?”

Probably gets protected until birth by the dragon mom.

If you have them in Sea Prism Cuffs, you don't need the plank anymore.

Also, that implies you can defeat them to put the cuffs on in the first place, so why go for the extra steps?

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“I-I tried…”

The woman falls to her knees as she began to spiral.

“…I told them that Mitchell was fucking weird but nobody would listen!! How did he ever explain away his weird disappearances?! How was he able to always stay under the radar yet be one of the popular kids in school!?”

As she laid her hands flat against the earths surface, her fingers began to dig into the dirt beneath as her gaze hardened on the surface before her.

“Nobody ever listened when I pointed out the missing students dropping out of school like flies!! Never did they bat an eye when Mitchell just had to leave in the middle of class!? Why?!? Why did nobody care?! How did he even wrap the teachers around his finger!?”

Balling her right hand into a fist she grasped at the few grains of dirt that clung to her skin, her entire hand began to shake from the frustration. Unable to comprehend where she went wrong, she continued to ramble on to any gods that cared to listen.

“Mitchell is the reason those cheerleaders disappeared. The reason the football team had to disband along with the soccer & baseball teams shortly after…”

A raindrop struck her forehead, quick to drip down her nose & past her lips. At this sudden impact the girl looked up as she release her fist and the dirt within. Not a moment later more raindrops began to fall on her face and she continued.

“He stood by in that fancy tux of his as he comforted their parents!! The monster would pat their back as their world fell apart. Their wailing didn’t seem to even phase him as he seemed to ‘hold it together’ at their funerals!!?”

Rain began to pour down on the girl as she did everything she could to hold back her own feelings of grief.

“How could he- why did he- they didn’t deserve this!!? GOD DAMNIT WHY DIDN’T THEY LISTEN?!”

As she was moments away from crying out- the snap of a twig not so far away silenced the wooded area around her. It was as if the rain was stilled to allow the twig break to echo through the trees right into her ear.

“W-What was that?”

Careful not to disturb the soundless environment, she whispered out her response, adrenaline pumping through her once more. Quickly glancing all around, her eyes zeroed in on the source of the sound. Only a silhouette of a man visible. She stumbled from her knees but in the process fell on her back, begrudgingly digging her heels into the dirt.

“I-It’s you…”

Pushing herself away from where she sat, everything within her was yelling that she ran as far as she possibly could. If there was a God, she was praying that he would give her the strength to run once more.

“N-n-no! Do-Don’t come any closer!!”

In an attempt to startle the man she defiantly yelped out her response, her voice wavering in the fear that coursed through her bones.

“…fuck you.”

Whispering this she propped herself against a nearby tree and began to stand up once more. Her body wasn’t prepared for the marathon that was awaiting her.

“This- this is your fault! All your fault. All your fault.” The whispers were heard throughout the greenery around them.

“ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!”

The woods around them loomed in silence once more as those words echoed across the tree line, anything living ran at the sound. As the rain flooded once more, all that was heard were the muddied slaps of footsteps. Then followed another pair quickly after the first.

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(Edit: this is my first comment in this subreddit so any and all advice is greatly appreciated! Also had a few typos, but that’s nothing new haha)

I stood hunched over the sink. 0400 hours and I should be sleeping but I can’t sleep yet. Five.

The back of my uniform said “Replaceable Crew Member #29” but it was wrong. I wasn’t replaceable. I was disposable. We all were.

Twenty-nine of us so far and I’d been aboard for three months.

My eyes sought themselves in the mirror. Normal, brown eyes. A folding shaving-razor clinks against the sink as I bumped it.

Most days were simple. Repetitive, routine. But often the ship would find a strange planet or asteroid or anomaly and a team would be sent down. Sent to their deaths.

The Officers never had worse than a scratch. They’ll saunter and soldier on and mourn our deaths and do it again next week.

Few of us live past the first expedition. We are lost in sudden ambushes and tragic betrayals and dramatic battles. Some of the lucky ones make it to two and three but I’ve never seen an expedition return with the same number of crew as it set out.

There were patterns, patterns, patterns to who lived and who died. I had noticed and so had the others. We saw the patterns but the patterns saw us.

The razor opens quietly in the empty room.

Five, that was the key. The ones who survived were the ones who got noticed were the ones who were memorable. Stand out and you’re not disposable. Stand out and you survive.

I don’t know where I got the idea. Maybe I came up with it myself or maybe it built on the knowledge passed from the old hands or maybe it was one of the twenty-nine before me who thought of it. But we knew it was five.

Five adjectives makes a major character.

Mostly we’re normal, standard. Within a standard deviation. One, two adjectives come naturally, tall or dark or female. Just enough to tell who died. Just barely enough to care.

Officers all have five, brave or foolish or loyal. Visiting dignitaries, capable enemies, rescued princesses manage at least three.

Five immediately obvious adjectives. The patterns don’t see everything. Not unless they’re already looking.

The patterns don’t care if Raoul, may he dance forever, told dirty jokes at mess hall. If Jared, may his journey be sped, made chili so strong half of us had to call out sick. If Kiera, dust to soil, always had a shoulder when someone was crying. If Leslie—If L—

The razor draws a thin red line across my fingertip.

I can’t even remember all of them. I lived with them, worked with them— Twenty-nine. The further back I go the more the memories fade.

Disposable.

So far I’ve been lucky. No expedition has sent my number crackling through the comms. But I can feel it catching up to me

.Few of us live past the first expedition. Some of us make it to two or three but not further. The fortunate ones, an Officer says their name. The fortunate few.

I don’t want to go but I’m going to be called. Can’t modify the uniform, can’t run or I’ll be shot for deserting. Soon they’ll call me and I’ll have to go and go and see the patterns see me and ignore me and I’ll go and I don’t want to die.

The razor’s glint is reflected in the tears.

I adopted Paul’s thick accent and Abdullah’s shaved head and it’s not enough and it won’t be enough and I don’t want to die.

Paul and Hector and Sahra and Abdullah and Raoul and Todd and Jared and Kiera and more whose faces are gone and— and Leslie.

I don’t want to die.

My hands shake but my resolve doesn’t as I raise the blade to my face

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The man watched as Rowen scanned the items he brought, going greener and greener around the gills. "That's 379.85 sir. Cash or credit?" she tilted her head, looking amused as the man continuously checking his phone.

"Is something wrong, sir?" the man looked up, paling. "no-no! Everything's fine! just, er, waiting for my pay to come in..." he said, his voice getting quieter. "All good!" Rowan said, putting on a fake smile that seemed to actually reassure him.

She scanned his attire, a light blue one-piece suit with accents of yellow, torn and showing bruised or crusted, bleeding skin. "First day on the job?" She asked nodding at the char marks scattered among the other damages.

"yes ma'am" He said, "Heatwave doesn't mess around..." Rowan chuckled at his feeble answer. "I would recommend checking out the shop across the street. they love new supers. You get pretty good deals for suits there too."

a man she instantly recognized popped in line behind the other, in a crisp black suit and tie. "You talking about Cape-mania? love that place" he grinned, placing a hand on the now shaking man in front. "e-evening, Mr. Heatwave..." he said, and the suited man placed a shopping border in front of where he would put his groceries.

"Lovely so see you so soon, Clear Skies! Though you can call me Gabe" Heatwave winked, seemingly unnerving Skies more. "Alrighty Mr. Gabe." he held out a hand with amusing cautiousness. "Luke"

As they shook hands Rowan laughed. "What a lovely reunion. Now, Luke, how's your pay coming along?" she added impatiently, desperate to keep the now growing line of supers and villains coming at a smoother pace.

Luke, as if just remembering that Rowan was there, quickly grabbed his phone and scrolled though it, his face brightening after a few more anxious frowns. "Yes! I'm so sorry Miss-" he looked at her nametag, "-Rowan. I must be holding up one dozy of a line..."

He quickly payed, shuffled his bags in his trolly, and whisked out of the checkout. Gabe laughed as he piled his things on the counter. "He needs to get a new job. I would go easy on him, but money aint falling from the sky" Rowen nodded.

"Couldn't agree more. now be snappy, the shop may be open 24/7 but my own pay says i got until twelve am." the villain, with a total of only $14.96- including the 10c bag- walked out of the shop, waving to a few of his friends.

The line of costumers slowly thinned out as the night went on, and Rowan left the supermarket at last, glancing at the sky scattered with stars. The moon was bright that night, and she could see at least ten figures in the air, fighting or talking or anything in-between.

What a strange world I live in... Though I can't imagine a world any different now. Rowan thought, heading off into the night.

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Please let me know what you think! this is my second story here haha :D

You tilt your head to the right knowing you are exposing it to the man! He is so beautiful. His black onyx eyes mesmerize you. You’re sure that you know his race. You have heard stories your whole life. But why isn’t he doing what you expect him to do. What you want him to do. You lean closer and he backs away.

Maybe you’re wrong maybe he’s not what you think. Just then his eyes turn red and his canines lower. He turns away abruptly and asks you not to look at him. His whole body is trembling. Is it in fear, is it hunger?

You feel his gazing hold fade. You’re not sure how much of your desire was him and how much of it was you. You put your hand on his shoulder and say “ How can I paint you if I can’t look at you? “

He slowly turns around. “I’m not frightening to you?” He asks surprised.

“On the contrary, you are absolutely beautiful! “ you said to him. You move closer he backs away. “We need to discuss payment. “ you say.

“How much do you charge” he asks. “I was actually thinking of a different kind of payment if what I believe in you is true, tell me it’s true, tell me you can give me eternal youth and eternal life.”

“I can but I promise you that you don’t want it! I promise you it’s not what you have heard, not what you imagined. Nothing not even what is rumored can kill us. Nothing and I mean nothing can fulfill us. You will spend eternity trying to satisfy your never ending hunger.”

“ I believe I can handle it, it’s what I want it’s what I’ve desired my whole life! I will paint you but only if you agree to change me.”

“You don’t know what you are asking of me, you don’t know what you’re in for. You need to realize before you I stand your fantasy. But when I allow my full self out I am no longer a man. I no longer look this way. I am beyond scary! You know how they say you can’t see our reflection in a mirror. That’s because when we look at ourselves we automatically turn into the monster you will see!”

“I am not at all afraid” you state as you invite him in to paint. You finish your painting with all the beauty you see before you. You smile well pleased and turn your painting to him. His canines drop more. His eyes look like fire. His face becomes unrecognizable. You fight screaming. You want to but you won’t give him the satisfaction of being right about knowing you would be scared.

He pounces on you and tears at your neck. You can’t get away you feel week, you feel your life drain out of you. He smiles and wipes the blood away. “I haven’t had fresh blood in a century! That was amazing “ He said to himself.

You find yourself at the judgment gates. You’re not sure why you are there you had a deal! The Angel reads your mind. “Look lady you invited him into your home. You knew he was a vampire. Your clientele who weren’t vamps were always just as shady. How are you surprised. Brace yourself your not getting in… It’s going to be quite the fall into the pits of Hell! You have surrounded yourself with people who have sold their soles your whole life. In turn due to this you have lost yours as well! Prepare to burn for eternity!

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Rocky stuffed his hands in his pocket and turned to head back down the path.

Harris shot him a look, “Leaving already?”

“Gonna grab a tea and mull this.”

“Mull what? You been here two minutes. Can I buy a vowel?”

Rocky decided to give him a little bite to keep him busy, something that he wouldn’t call crazy talk, ”You were more right about the double than you know. Slap a mustache on the one in with the nice shoes and they’d almost be twins.”

Rocky tossed the more… eclectic clues he’d noticed around in his head as he made his way through the streets. Someone had tried their hand at a ritual. That someone had been sloppy. Real sloppy. And fortunate. Not only had they positioned the bodies pointing the wrong direction, they had also inverted the runes they’d carved on the surrounding trees. Hell, they’d even gotten the timing wrong. Last night had been a wanning crescent. A hack job like that could’va ended up getting a whole lot more people killed.

The more he thought about it the more it didn’t add up though. The ritual they had attempted wasn’t something you looked at a book and copied. It was something that gets locked into your mind’s eye as you progress from binding lesser demons to middling ones and so on. It took time, patience, and precision.

Rocky bent down to tie his shoe, not because he needed to, but because he was feeling vexed by the whole thing.

Opposite moon, reversed direction, inverted runes, almost twins. Why or who on earth would…

And then, while his fingers were making bunny ears with the laces, the answer hit him like a trolley with no brakes.

293/300

Pronoun change. Also isn't it mother's crime

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I scoffed as I read more on Mister Sunshine supposed crime. The news article said Mister Sunshine used his power and reputation to stole money from several places. The other heroes apprehended him and after a brief trial, he was sentenced to The Rock.

What a damn joke. First off, Mister Sunshine isn’t interested in riches, or he would’ve turned side long ago. He’s always believe in the good cause. Second, the trial is a mockery to justice. He was not represented by any lawyer, the evidence is some blurry videos and the witnesses are too sketchy. It was plain and simple to see, Mister Sunshine was used as a scapegoat by the Legion of Light.

Most of the public doesn’t know this, but there are those in the Legion more suited to be with us in the House of Sins. They smile and wave at the public while robbing them from the back. Cowards, at least we in the House is sincere in our intentions. Mister Sunshine probably stumbled upon these evil in the Legion, and they have to get rid of him fast. I can only imagine being betrayed by those he trusted will do to his already straining psyche..

This is bad. We been sieging the prison close to an hour now and only managed to break through the third level. The data we gained from hacking shows Mister Sunshine is placed at the seventh level, on a special solitary cell. Legion’s reinforcement almost force us to pull back, but the released convict is more than happy helping by keeping them busy. We found a service tunnel that should led us straight through to the seventh level, by passing all the defence and security. We almost managed to crack the code and open the gate of the service tunnel when it happen.

A massive explosion throw all of us back, including the prison’s security and heroes from the Legion. But a second later I felt a pull instead, pulling everything and everyone into the ruin of the prison. Luckily it only lasted for several seconds and we all fall down to the ground. A massive blast and an implosion right after? There’s no prisoner with that kind of power at the prison, unless..

From the burning ruin of the prison a dark figure slowly ascended. Covered in inkling blackness across his body with hints of red all over, he’s no longer Mister Sunshine. His fragile psyche has broken down and the lurking darkness has manifested itself fully. Even from this range I can feel the raw power radiating from him, and it scares me.

Finally some nice posters. I am pretty new to posting and have had some nasty encounters. I just block them. There is no need for hate and prejudice. So thank you.

Happy Cake day to you and everyone. Because cake is delicious 😋

Thank you 🖤 came in late to the WP but couldn't resist the theme^^ I love this Reddit too.

Bravo 👏. Great story. I love this Reddit.

thanks, kind person

…is little Jonah gonna be bear chow? O.O

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