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[elisethetraveller]

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Roaring loudly Scarecrows red eyes glared at her. Yes this was supposed to scare her. Perhaps he should actually try to use her fear against her... but he actually liked her. She was a friend. Sitting down the beast mutters," Im just not in the best mood Elise. Even though my favorite holiday is coming."

There was the instinctive jolt at his loud roar, but the pale woman didn’t flinch away. When her beast-looking friend eventually settled she instead moved to sit next to him, hoping that, if nothing else, he’d find some company nice. “I see... Do you want to talk about it?”

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[riseofcreativity]

A Story Retold

Takumi wandered the halls of a museum he recently discovered. Leaving the exhibit on dinosaurs, he looked up at a set of purple and gold banners announcing: “The New and Improved Cultural and Folklore Exhibit! This Way!”

Takumi rolled his gold sprinkled eyelashes, the work of one of his Believers, Adelina along with the shiny, galaxy blue nail polish, was this a museum or a car dealership? The enthusiasm was strangely endearing and the exhibit might lead to clues as to wherever the rest of his species was. If all else failed, it would be based on how humans explained the supernatural which was entertaining on its own. 

 He followed the signs to a red-lit area with a vampire hunting kit, a sharp toothed skull, and a painting of a man with a thick mustache and wavy hair, and above everything was a sign titled,, “From Transylvania, With Love”.

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[thedragcnbrother]

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Looking to the other he thinks about it. There wasent really much that could be done for him. The mortals already had their minds made up about him. He was either a monster or their savior. He kept the balance of nature when they couldn't fight the Kaiju. He was after all the king of the monsters. " I destroyed Japan. Most of the city is destroyed from my fight with one of my own kind."

Human form was still strange to him. He had not only this gorm but a female one too. It had taken him some time to learn human language, how they interacted with one another and of course got used to clothing. He absolutely detested it, but he wore it to blend in.

" There's not much you can do. The humans either think I'm a monster or I'm keeping them safe from worse threats than me."

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Tom nodded, listening. He’d heard about the going ons in Japan. It had peeked his interest mildly, as of course it would, when anything involved rather large reptilian creatures coming out of hiding and taking over the fucked up human civilization. This would be the first time meeting him, though, and found it interesting that he was also now wearing a human disguise, especially after making such a blatant statement to the world about his existence.

Tom exhaled his cigarette, letting the smoke waver up about him into the air. “Then why are you here?” he asked, all business on his mind. Another breath, and more smoke blew from his nose, before he sat up a little.

“I have no problems with you making a scene over there, as long as it doesn’t effect me, ...” In fact, that could be used as a great diversion sometime if needed. “... or whether the humans are safe or not. Why would you care about them, anyway? You just said they think you’re a monster.”

[notyouraveragedickgrayson]

Flying towards the fire Dick/Bruce (closed starter)

Pressing the bat keychain against the door and then laying his flat hand against the computer Dick was surprised that he still had access to the Batcave. Dick had tried to get away, tried to distance himself from batman, from Bruce and all the heavy feelings that came with it. He was a fool to think that Bruce Wayne would ever let that happen. For a few months he lived in blissful ignorance but after a while he became suspicious. Things just kept slotting into place like they were already paved out for him. Luscious Fox just gave him his new Nightwing suit, contacts that helped him solve cases just fell in his lap, the apartment he had found was perfect and affordable. At first he had been angry, he felt violated and lied to but then he came to see it as Bruce's way of showing affection. 

Bruce's attention was something Dick had always craved from the moment he was adopted. He had found him fascinating, mysterious and knowledgeable. He taught him how to shave, how to wear a suit and even let Dick close a deal for Wayne Tech. The reassuring hand on his shoulder was nearly constant through his grief of losing his parents. Finding out about Batman and training with Bruce bought a different element to their relationship. Bruce wasn’t just a mentor but they were partners in a sense that they relied on each other, worked together and spent nearly everyday and night around each other. Growing up in this confusing admiration and devotion to Bruce bought about many lonely nights and many confusing thoughts. It got to a point where Dick had to get away to break this spell he had over him, to move on from something that would never happen and possibly never should happen. 

He left the cameras in the apartment, he knew where each one was and pictured Bruce watching them. Sometimes he would speak openly to the microphones in the vent when he was lonely knowing that he would never answer back or admit to hiding them even if he was confronted. Bruce got to see Dick lounging around eating cereal straight from the packet and laughing at the television, he got to see him set off the fire alarms with toast but also got to see the boys he bought back to his apartment, he saw Dick sleep alone laying awake at night to only sigh and put on his suit and go on patrol. One piece of footage he was sure that Bruce had watched intently was Dick watching Batman on the television hold a lifeless body of a criminal that was clearly dead. The colour drain from his face and the deep frown before looking at the camera in the plant pot and whispering “what are you doing?”. 

On getting access to the cave Dick walked down the dark twisted steps to get to the darkest and most vast part of Wayne Manor. He stopped at the bottom step and lent against the wall in his leather jacket, ripped jeans and boots. Dick brushed his grown out hair away from his face and almost couldn't bring his eyes up from the ground. It had been so long since they had spoken face to face. When he did look up his eyes met with Bruce’s while Dicks heart pounded in his chest. 

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[jokers-boytoy]

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It was suppose to be a romantic date out on the stolen yacht. The jester never suspected a thing, just Joker and himself with no one to bother them. But once they were out on the ocean everything went went horribly. Joker’s attack came suddenly and brutally, just when he was about to open the bottle of wine he instead hit Harley over the head with the bottle followed by a vicious beating.

Harley was helpless to this onslaught and was chained up. All he could do was plead for his life as Joker dragged him to the bow of the ship. Then Joker shoved off the cinder blocks, they dragged the chains off the ship and yanked Harley down with them. The cold water around him was crushing the further he sank, he couldn’t hold his breath and gasped out water filled his lungs and blood left his mouth. His struggling in the chains stopped as he became weak and everything went black.

[daedaluscried]

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“ You’re not supposed to be here, mister “ Then again, neither was she. In almost everyone’s knowledge, outside of her family, Luna Freede simply didn’t exist.

“ Y-you should go. “

[hellsforbes]

continued  @jonathancrane-scarecrows Francis moves over to the couch leaping over it to join him on it. Sitting down he looks at him sighing dramatically," Would I do that to you? No of course not. I tazed him. Dont worry he wont wake up for some time. No one can track him here I checked him. I know better. I just need to find out a few things from him is all then I'll deal with him."

Sebastian glances back to the bathroom and sits back down after the explanation, “I really don’t know with you sometimes... What answers do you need?” Taking a sip of his coffee, still glancing over his shoulder again making sure he wasn’t already up and in the hallway. “It would almost be easier to understand if he was dead though - just putting that out there.” Sebastian preferred that method, kill them and leave them be. Much easier and less messy to deal with than this. 

[lxnelysxul]

❛ I don’t know, but I-I can feel it in my head, trying to take over. ❜ - Peter @jonathancrane-scarecrows

Maven couldn't help but notice that this stranger was struggling with something and he can smell that this man isn't even human. His hazel gaze remained on the obviously troubled man and lightly touched just shoulder. "What is it," the nephilim asked quietly as to not cause any more distress to him, "What are you feeling?" Not used to helping strangers that often, Maven isn't even sure how he can even help.

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