I used to be so scared of horror films, games, etc... then I read mystery of amigara fault or whatever the name is (I refuse to search it up) and now I can play horror games without even flinching

OMG, I NEED MOOOAAR

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Ay-Ay-Ron ☑️
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@fenixfire_herotv isn't this that chump villain you talk about? https://op-ed.metropost.co...

> Dear Heroes, > > Yesterday, a group of superpowered thugs caused an incident at the Little-Big Cheese restaurant. After what must have been too many drinks, one of them groped their waitress before the group erupted into argument resulting in a building fire starting at their booth, a pyromancer shaped hole in the shared wall to Mr. Kim's Asian Fusion, and a half dozen shattered panes of plate glass from super-people who cannot learn to use doors. It's only due to exceptional luck that there were only two broken bones and a concussion among the fire-suppression drenched bystanders for whom you showed complete disregard. > > I'd like to think I've been very accomodating to your individual concerns. I've deferred plenty of plans in the name of sportsmanship when you had to travel for business, your boyfriend broke up with you, your brother had a health emergency, or you've just had a bad day at work. But enough is enough. Injury to bystanders and property is strictly against the oaths you swore when joining the League of Heroes. But I don't feel the need to call your regional chapter representative. Because I know how to get to all of you. > > I know your uncle still pays for your apartment. When was the last time you talked to him? A week? A month? He couldn't remember when I asked. Too busy trying to land that acting gig again? It's funny how someone so fast has no time to learn people skills. > > I know the doggy day care you send the King Charles Spaniel you named after me. Yes, I have big ears, very droll you witless harridan. I know your mother makes sure you take food home because you can't help but burn anything you try to cook. You know she asked me over tea to keep things indoor or at night because you don't wear enough sunscreen? How did you end up bereft of any of her courtesy? > > I know you have half a dozen DUI stops in the last three years that you got out of due to Mommy's connections. I know about the "best interests of the family" and the girl from college who disappeared after you proposed to her. It's not a lack of physical strength or toughness that keeps you out of the big-time superheroes, it's you. You're a cowardly, guileless never-will-be who takes out their personal problems on other people. > > I can take apart your lives if I want. This is my warning to you: Clean up or get out. > > And as for you, Sean, your only crime is having poor taste in companions. If you ever want out of the superhero business, I know some people in contract machining that could use your skill set. And hell, if that doesn't work out I could use another henchman. It's a good gig, ask any of my people--we only have 9% annual staff turnover and our health insurance has the necessary provisions for super-people. > > Sincerely,
> The Master of Whispers
> Citizen, Business Owner, Supervillain.

Meghan Metal Scuptures @meghansmetalaf

@officialmrsens8tional you're friends with these assholes? They shattered @QueenOfPuttingShots arm! She's gonna lose her scholarship!

Reggie_FPV @all4wallrideboss ☑️

.@officialmrsens8tional just gonna leave this here. 😱🤦🏻 https://youtu.be/dQw...

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Reggie_FPV @all4wallrideboss ☑️

.@officialmrsens8tional video re-up

<security camera video of superheroes infighting at a fondue shop>

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That doesn't belong to you Reggie, please remove it.

Good one!

Here's me, happy I'm not in your head. Jokes aside, a huge thank you, that's quite the compliment.

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Expectations. For a while I thought they kept me around since I could cook with damn near anything I could find, scout for danger since I knew the woods so well, and even mend some of the wounds that magic alone wouldn't heal. I could even still hold my own against some of the more dangerous monsters even if I could barely help while they took care of the more powerful demons bearing down on us. But now I know what was expected of me.

When we came banging on the demon lord's throne room door I finally knew what was expected of me. A sacrifice had to be made to access the demon lord's throne. As the weakest member of the party I was expected to make that sacrifice. They cried and talked but i felt empty as their words rolled over my back. Our leader Jacob tried to rationalize as he tended to do when backed into a corner. He was a good tactician and led best from the front but now he tried to balance his sense of duty and his loyalty to me. Our Wizard Bella just couldn't stop crying and hugging me. And our Cleric Michael stood there silent. He was always rather stoic but even I saw the single tear rolling down his face. They all knew but never told me.

I just thought of my little sister Elana back home. The demons killed our parents in a raid and I was all she had left. I met the party while on a job hunting a particularly dangerous beast near our town. I ran into them when they helped me fight off the beast when they were passing through. They realized I had decent skills as a tracker, hunter, and forager even if I had not been blessed by the gods like them. They promised my sister's safety in one of the church nunneries while I went with them. That was 2 years ago and my sister was doing well, but if we don't put a stop to this now the Fighting will never stop and my sister will keep having to live in fear. My humanity for the sake of her life and happiness. So be it. Sorry Elana your older brother might not be coming home.

I stepped forward before the rest of the party had a chance to say anymore hollow words and placed my hands on the doorway. I felt my life force getting ripped from me. My body grew weaker and weaker but the short time I held my hand there felt so long. And the more I held myself there and saw my end on the horizon I started to pull back just as hard. I didn't want to die. I had to see my sister again. I had to see the demon lord's head on a pike and I had to see that these bastards that I called friends finish the fucking job. And as those thoughts raced through my head I started to feel a change in my form as the seal on the door began to crack.

A pair of curved horns grew from my head as blood started leaking down my face. My body grew taller and my skin started to feel thicker. My back started to itch before red feathered wings tore out of my back between my shoulder blades and spine. All the while my hand was still firmly planted on that door. My vision started to go black as I looked at the seal on the door break as I pushed open the throne room doors unconsciously as my body weight lurched forward. All I saw as I collapsed in the doorway with my vision fading was the demon lord on his throne and the damp red wing that now lay over my body.

I woke to see Michael and Bella looking down on me battered and bruised but alive. I turn my head to see Jacob sitting on the steps of the throne his sword impaled into the demon lord's chest. With the little strength I had left I uttered out the words "you guys did it."

This got Bella crying again and she threw herself on top of me hugging me saying "no, we did it." and "I'm so happy you're alive." and all that nonsense. But Michael and Jacob looked grim. Then I remembered seeing those wings over my back. So I felt around and found them attached to me. I shot upright nearly headbutting Bella and quickly realized my mistake when a sudden wave of nausea slammed into me like a wall. And went right back down as my vision started swimming. Michael put a hand on my chest and told me to rest as what has happened here is unprecedented. The hall got quiet. Until finally I heard Jacob speak up. "We can work with this."

I was nauseous, I thought I was going to die not long ago, I found out my "friends" kept me around as a sacrifice, and now Jacob has a plan. I was happy to be alive a moment ago but the weight of all of these things hit me at once. And I yelled. I never yell. "What plan Jacob? What plan do you have, huh? Tell me. At least this time I would like to know how you plan to use me." The room grew quiet again. That anger quickly turned to sadness. "I can't return home like this. I'm the same type of demon as the generals we fought so many times before. I can't let my sister see me like this." I began to cry. "Please just kill me. That was part of the original plan anyway wasn't it."

Jacob looked down in shame. "I... I can't do that. I couldn't look at your sister knowing that I'd done that. But if this plan..." I stopped him there. " You were okay sending me to my death but not doing the job yourself." He tried to back track "No... I mean... I didn't think there was another option then, but I just... I'm sorry." Jacob looked pathetic. He was frantically trying to rationalize his decisions but couldn't come up with an answer he felt would satisfy himself let alone me. I never saw him like this before. He was always the first to pick us all up when we were down and knew how to save face. This wasn't like him. Finally I said "Tell me this plan of yours."

Jacob looked up to me now crying as well. "I... I'm sorry... I... Alright. With the demon lord dead there will be many upstarts and rouge demons wandering around. We have taken out their leadership and their most powerful demons. And I guess it's lucky for us... Is lucky the right word... Anyway the demon form you inhabit now is the second only to the demon lords themselves. So what if you become the new demon lord. Take power and get them to leave the human realm alone and vice versa."

Funnily enough it wasn't me who spoke up first but Bella who looked at Jacob and just said "Are you daft. We should take him back to the mages guild and fix this." Michael chimed in next. " The mages guild knows some transformation magic but for a corruption such as this the church may hold the answers more than the guild." Jacob pipes back up. "And how do you propose we would even get there our faces may be well known among the populace but the wings and horns would sooner get the guard called on us. Besides he's already a skilled fighter now with much more power than before I believe he can do it." And the argument went on for a little while until I spoke up. "I'll do it." The party looked at me. "Just promise me one thing. Tell Elana that I love her and that her older brother still has a job to do."

They all looked at me and agreed. They collected the head of the former demon lord. Mended the wounds that would delay their travel and finally said their goodbyes. But before they left I told them. "If you had just told me I would have agreed. I'd do anything to make sure my sister was safe." Bella hugged him Michael and Jacob looked on in shame and they left. And there I was in the throne room alone. I sat down on the throne where the demon lord's body once sat and thought to myself the only thing that kept me going this far. Do it for her.

> Sincerely, > > Blade

Holy shit what a dork lmao

My imagination is so vivid that this came across as really close. Same kind of body twisting that he likes to do. It looks absolutely disgusting in my head which gives the best kind of gut clenches.

I thought it would be a Chinese monkey, which meant it could speak Chinese, but no, it only spoke in monkey with a Chinese accent.

Nice.

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We plan to re-visit this before the wedding, she decided to try out the vampire lifestyle for now. Even if she decides not to turn, I'll still want her. My family would be upset, but screw em! I love her!

But yeah, it was just miscommunication and misunderstandings, I plan to keep the relationship more open going forward.

As for you, I hope you find someone who loves you for who you are, not WHAT you are!

When I returned to 221B, I found the curtains closed and Holmes deep in rumination within the darkness. Only his hawk-like features were visible, seemingly perched on the armchair, lit by the flickering blaze of his pipe. He didn’t seem to notice me enter and I wondered what else, besides tobacco, he’d been ingesting in my absence.

“Had a good day, Holmes?” I tried. Then, when no response was forthcoming, I said, “The Royal Family have all been murdered and really it seems an impossible affair. If only someone were interested in investigating.”

Of course, Holmes was too lost in his own morphine dreams to hear a word I had to say. There was a chill in the air. I drew the curtains then went to make the fire.

”Watson, you’re back,” said Holmes, as I adjusted the logs.

”It seems so,” I said.

”I have a question. What does death of the author mean to you?”

”Mm. Apart from a pretentious attempt at furthering literary criticism?”

”Yes. Apart from that.”

”Apart from that, I’d say it’s what‘ll happen to me if you can’t stay off the damned substances and bring yourself to solve something.”

”Droll,” he said.

”I mean it though, Holmes. If not for my sake, for your own. Your mind is being wasted here. It’s rotting away. And your mind is too great to waste.”

”What if it’s not my mind solving these cases, Watson? What if it’s never been?”

“Then I’d like a little more credit for my part.”

”Droll again. You’re on a roll.”

I lit a match and threw it on the fire. The fire’s crackle merged with rain tapping on the window and created something of a soporific atmosphere. I stretched, yawned, and toppled myself into a leather armchair next to my friend.

“Anything good in the paper?” I asked, picking it up.

“Good? What constitutes good, exactly?”

”A murder, a robbery — anything to to give you purpose and get you out of this room for an hour or two.”

”Watson, here, do you not find it funny that every story you have documented — well, perhaps documented is too strict of a term — that every story you have embellished into your particular form of entertainment has a most satisfactory ending for the reader?”

”Reluctantly, I do think the credit for the endings goes to you.”

”But they’re all so neat, Watson. So perfect. Each one like a sheet of origami creased along the exact correct lines until it folds into a complete solution.“

I didn’t know what to say to that. “I suppose they are neat. And what’s wrong with that, pray tell?”

”Nothing for readers of the Strand, I dare say. But for real life? Everything! What about chaos theory, Watson? What about the mess that is itself life. Not everything we do is a string with two ends. Sometimes scissors cut the string into pieces and the pieces become lost and can never be stitched back together.”

”You’ve overdone the morphine, and the metaphor.”

”I’ve not touched any morphine!” he rebutted, indignant. “Cocaine on the other hand…”

”Ah, I should have known.”

”But my thoughts have been brewing far longer than the cocaine has been inside me. The world is too neat by far. The stories you write are too satisfying. They are as if you are tracing over letters already written.”

I placed down the newspaper. “What are you trying to say Holmes? That someone has set up all these crimes for you to solve? Some mastermind of criminality?”

”Not of criminality. Just a mastermind.”

”And your evidence is solely that you solve almost every case?”

”Precisely.”

I considered this a while. Imagined that we were characters in a book. In a series of stories. That someone had the good sense to place the two of us together. To set a crackling fire and let the clouds open and to place a bottle of whiskey on the table by my side.

I yawned as I poured us each a drink.

”If we’re but characters in stories,” I said passing Holmes a glass, “then here’s to many more being written. For the writing is indeed worthy of more stories, wouldn’t you say?”

Holmes’s frowned. Then smiled. He took the glass, a sip, and a long look out of the window. “Quite, Watson. Quite.”

Dear lord no. I read one of his stories and never dared to pick up another.

He's in another universe when it comes to horror.

funny i haven't read or seen it

Good story.

As all gangsters in New Mexico understand: don't mess with Los Pollos Hermanos.

I'm always late to mention Worm on these types of prompts lol

But yeah read Worm it's like this and it's great

That's what makes it great. Contrast between pretty flowers and an ugly message.

Good job.

Lol make sure to play with someone in another reality makes it so easy to 🏆 ✌️ 💪 🏆

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[No worries! This was a fun prompt, I really liked it.]

Sorry about this, I really thought it was Jaques. It seems problems with the biting tradition in Vampire-Human marriage are more common than I thought.

In my opinion, and while I understand that tradition is important to you and your family, changing your bride ro fit in with your family? Shouldn't you be doing it because you want to spend eternity together?

Times are changing, and it's a little degrading that a vampire would automatically expect that the human bride be complicent to be turned to fit in with the expectations. The human is to give up their last name, their identity, their way of life, their mortality, their reflection on the mirror.

In my case, instead of being to fit in, being bitten was a way to "prove my love" to Jaques, but the point stands. The bite should be a mutual decision, or not at all, and it's not an easy decision.

You seem like a nicer guy than he was, so a piece of advice. Talk with your bride, have honest and open conversations about the pro and cons of a transformation, and listen to what she says. A marriage is a partnership, after all.

Best of luck!