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How did Holly Mop get her name?

She was rescued several years ago from a puppy mill around Christmas with about 15+ other dogs. The rescue we got her from gave them all Christmas names.

When we got her home we decided to keep her name but I called her a “little mop” and she perked up and wagged her tail at us, so we decided to call her Holly Mop.

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I love the idea of Danny being just Some Guy.

Like yes he’s Phantom, yes he has ghost powers, yes he’s the King of the Infinite Realms. But to the BatFam? That is just Some Guy. A random dude - if you will.

They are positively baffled by him. Like he’s completely normal as far as they (and the background check) can see. Yet, he. Is. EVERYWHERE. (Not actually but it sure feels like it.)

The kids have a running bingo card of where he’ll turn up. Outside a warehouse they’re raiding? Check. Stopped a mugging? He was the one being mugged. Tim’s favorite coffee shop? He was just hired as a barista.  Seriously it’s like everytime they turn around he’s there.

Which wouldn’t be such a problem if he REACTED NORMALLY. But no. He doesn’t flee in fear, stare in awe, he doesn’t even try to say thank you. This man looked Batman in the eye and called him the furry vigilante - TO HIS FACE! He casually referred to Dick as “the flying monkey one” to Red Robin while also calling Tim a literal walking Red Flag. When he crosses paths with Duke he doesn’t always speak but he does always give him a snack. (Sometimes it’s candy, sometimes it’s fruit but it’s always food. And he only gives them to Duke.)

He once told Jason that he didn’t care that he was a crime lord and built like a brick house, Danny would kick his ass and drag his “rotted milk soul” too hell if the gun fights kept going on past midnight. (He had exams in the morning damnit.)

He will only call Damian “baby ninja” no matter how many times the kid insists that his name is Robin.

Spoiler and Orphan? The only ones he’s respectful to but even they get the occasional random comment. (“It may be a Tuesday, but if the universe is gonna make me the human equivalent of a pin cushion then I have the right to keep the knife.”) (It was actually a Friday but who were they to argue with a man bleeding out in an alley.)

Eventually the Batkids start keeping score of who has had the most out of pocket thing said to them by this random white boy.

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I don't know if I can explain it very well, but I could never live in flat country. I was born and raised in the Appalachian mountains. I know the secrets of our little part of these mountains. I know the places of safety and how to avoid the danger. I could never do that in flat country.

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So...we just had a dnd session. It's based on GTA, just in Texas.

We go on an assignment dropping some weapons and ammunition off in Mexico. We give some to the border guards because they don't have much. Hoss makes a Karen collapse from fear and trex terrifies her kids and breaks her car. We get 20k and a $500 gift card to Texas Roadhouse.

The next morning we decide that we each need a car of our own. We go to a used car lot. The dealer is nuts. We don't like him, I'm creeped out. We go across the street to a different one. We each find a vehicle that we can live with until we decide to upgrade.

First dealer goes nuts. Chases one of us up and down the street. First dealer is shot dead. Cop sees this. He runs off because he thinks the player is gonna kill him. We go to rob the building of first dealer.

He got white nose powder all over the place behind his counter. His back room has several dead people in it. One is a cop, one the real owner of the used car lot. The chased player opens the key safe and hands fall out with keys on the fingers. Key rings. In the one car we opened, we find a head with a gasket in it and a monkey with a wrench in its chest. A head gasket and a monkey wrench. We are told that we had found this serial killer much earlier than we should have.

I call our handler in the 'organization' and tell him we need him to send the cops to our location. He asks why and does face time with me on the phone. He agrees that we need the cops and gets his boss. His boss tells us to leave to get our new cars and ourselves cleaned to keep from being pinned as being there.

All I had wanted to do that day was get a car and a dog. The best part. The man who sold us our cars was Uncle Ruckus (no relation).

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I haven't told her, but after my mom started having heart problems, ive checked on her every night to make sure she's still breathing.

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Was a past life of mi.e killed by a large dangerous cat? Like a lion or sabertooth tiger or something? Because that is the only explanation for this reaccuring nightmare and the phantom pain on my back.

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They put one of the better teachers in our school district on administrative leave because he mentioned paddling a child. You know in the 'back when I was a kid...' kind of way. Half the parents in town are about to riot and have been going to the school board over it.

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We recently had a dnd session. I was grabbed and dragged into the sewer and found the fully decayed corpses of dozens of people, mostly children. I, stupidly, found the creature and decided to use my flamethrower. I didn't stop to think about the consequences. I set the sewer ablaze, causing an explosion that killed over 5000 people. If the guild or guards found out what I did, which was likely because I accidently ended up in a visiting princesses birthday party for her kid, who would tell of the crazy girl yelling at them, it would all be ruined.

Then, the man who calls himself 'The Merchant' and who I call 'The Clapping Man' appeared and made a deal with me. All proof of my mistake was destroyed, including the life of the princess and her kid (not dead, he removed their eyes and memories, and made it look like assassins attacked them), and a small guild were executed for treason, because the man pinned my crime on them. I was fully going to die for this, and he changed it all. Who is he?!?!?! We've seen him before, he keeps trying to make deals with us all. I'm the only one so far who has done it. What have I done?!?!?!?!?!

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Narrative Town

Summary: You don’t ever want to be the main character. In your town, that’s deadly. Someone has to warn the new kid. 

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Someone has got to tell the new kid in town the Rules.

“Hey,” you say.

The new kid looks up at you. He’s sitting at his desk in the back corner of the classroom, right next to the windows. It’s a chilly day, but he’s got the window open so that the breeze ruffles his curly, black hair. “What’s up? Fern, right?”

“Don’t call me by my name,” you snarl. Then, realizing what you’ve done, you look over your shoulder. The other teenagers are still looped around the teacher’s desk, trying to get Ms. Slauson to move the test date so they could organize a welcome part for the new kid. “I need to talk to you. Privately.”

The new kid leans back in his chair and studies you. You know what he sees – a completely average high school girl in jeans, a sweatshirt, and a ponytail. There’s nothing remarkable about you. He tilts his head. “You don’t look like a bully.”

You frown. “I’m not.”

“You’re being awfully threatening,” he says in a drawl.

The accent is going to be a problem. It’s southern and sounds really cool. Honestly, it might be too late for him already.

But you still have to try.

“Meet me on the rooftop—no!” You press the heel of one hand against your eye. Fight it, you tell yourself. Fight it! “Meet me at the supermarket on Western Street. The dairy aisle. After school.”

“Okay…?”

You spin on your heel, head throbbing. Meeting on the rooftop is against the rules. You glance up at the ceiling uneasily. You’re not usually affected by the compulsion so badly. Are you being targeted?

If you were smart, you wouldn’t show up to the meeting. You’d just let the guy get sucked into the madness on his own.

But you also really need to buy some milk.

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My dog is having sezurs and throwing up. I don't know what to do to help her until we get enough money for a trip to the vet.

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So, we just had a dnd session. We had just made our 27 adopted children citizens of the country and were doing a bit of shopping when we noticed the 3 year old, Sammy, was gone. Everyone was acting odd, like everyone in the city had forgotten someone or what they were doing.

We end up in the sewers, where we find Sammy's body. We leave soon after, with me making notes on my arm.

It was a False Hydra.

Our guild master ripped off his own ears, stuffed candles into the holes, and made everyone he summoned to the guild by starting a city wide lock down, including the King, to do something along the same lines.

The guildmaster ends up wrecking the False Hydra and I buried the three year old. Next session were gonna clear out that blasted cave.

RIP Sammy. We only had you for a month but we loved you.

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One can easily distinguish a true veteran adventurer from the masses, for one doesn’t fear those who show to the start of a dungeon with gleaming weapons and polished armor, but those who show up wearing casual clothing, looking like they just got done shopping in town not 5 minutes earlier.

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Before the flame

He goes by the name Áed, which means ‘fire’ in the Ancient Language, because of the flames he used to create off his fingertips, blaze dancing as high as the sky, as hot as the sun, leaving ashes in his trail. Before the Færie Queen punished him, there was no other Fæ able to wield a fire as powerful as his, no other name whispered with awe and worry when something was aflame.

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You are the most powerful being on the world. You just like to annoy people though. You got a job as a villains assistant. You constantly tease him and are awful at your job, but every time he tries to kill or you, you just act completely ignorant or complain about working conditions.

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The world’s greatest superhero has passed away. As the world braces itself for a crime spree, they are instead met with villains paying their respects to a fallen foe.

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A faerie introduces himself. Then, holding out a hand, asks, “And your name, please?”

And, like a fool, you give it to him.