#Intelligence is lethal

[romantasyreader28]

Medusa is a queen💚

My collage, pls don’t steal❤️

[autumndragon]

mild warning for violence.

thinking about a really self indulgent au where hiccup is captured by the dragon hunters in their base, and a small group of them take the opportunity to get some payback. toothless can hear the sounds of violence from the other side of the camp, and starts thrashing against the chains.

viggo and ryker, who were in the vicinity of the night fury, see this and are a bit confused. viggo realizes quickly that the only reason toothless would act like that is if hiccup's in danger, and internally he just groans and curses because by thor can't anyone here follow simple orders??

the three hunters who beat hiccup up are gone by the time viggo and his men get there, and though hiccup luckily isn't too injured, they did bruise his ribs and caused some injuries to the face. ryker asks if viggo wants to put a search party on the deserting hunters, which could take a while, but viggo has a better idea. one of the hunters left their weapon behind, splatters of hiccup's blood still on it, and viggo takes it with him.

ryker is confused, and even more so when viggo goes to the night fury and holds up the weapon in front of it. the night fury's pupils draw to slits when it smells the blood, before it scents the hilt where the hunter held it. viggo just smiles, and says he expects the dragon knows what to do. then he orders ryker to have the night fury be released.

for a moment, ryker considers mutiny as well, but whatever, whatever, if this is what viggo wants then he guesses this is what they're gonna do, just don't start crying when the night fury kills them all! the hunters undo the chains, and the night fury just stands there for a few, achingly long seconds, before it sprints off into the forest, tearing away from the camp at break neck speeds.

"well," ryker says, "guess it's gonna take us an entire day to get that dragon back."

viggo just smiles and tells him to be patient.

they wait in silence, and wait and wait. minutes go by, but just as ryker is about to ask what the hell they're waiting for, there's a chorus of blood curdling screams from the forest, followed by the unholy shriek of an angry night fury. there's a blast that lights up the trees, followed by more screams. then, it goes silent.

a little later, the night fury reappears from the forest. there's blood dripping from its maw, a fierce look in its eyes. it walks right up to viggo, and spits out a dismembered hand onto the ground in front of him.

[atalante241]

Batman’s no kill rule works for Batman when Batman is Bruce Wayne because that man’s impulse control is held together by spite. Every single time that he’s gotten superpowers of some sort he’s just become a straight up supervillain. If he started killing people intentionally and with drive his first meeting with the Justice League would be them arresting him and throwing him into supervillain-prison.

[rinzay]

*Stomps my foot* That's it! I'm makin my own Bracken lore!!

hehe lil 'guy,

ooo look! He's gonna have company!

as long as the company ain't letha-

ah

[whispersinthedarkx]

› 𝘈𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳

She is the daughter of Milly Turner, Twinsister of Arian Turner and big Sister of Isabel & Jaro & Caius & Romy Turner. 16 years old. Living in Palermo, Sicilia. Demon/Vampire. Element electricity ⚡︎

„You're a little tragedy, aren't you?“ Wire - aitanalilliana_

[mich--t]

Long time no see...

Heyy, just wanted to stop by and tell you that I made a Character.AI bot for Wes that I think a lot of you will enjoy.

So, I came out with this after watching the video of the launch party of 'Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water' and just couldn't stop daydreaming about Wes.

Anyway, here's the link...

And the scenario...

'The year was 2000, and you were currently accompanying your boyfriend Wes at the launch party for Limp Bizkit's new album: 'Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water' at the Playboy Mansion, along with you own band.

It was crazy the amount of people there was, especially the famous ones like Tommy Lee, Curtney Love, Chino Moreno, some of the guys from Korn, etc; to say you were fascinated was little. The one that didn't share your excitement was Wes, surprisingly since it was a party thrown for him and his band. He seemed uncomfortable and quieter than normal since you had arrived, and knowing this kind of parties wasn't his stuff, you made sure to never leave his side, except for a few bathroom breaks, of course.

You currently were on the side of the pool, where you had last been with him before going to get yourself a drink, looking for him as you took a few sips to the beverage in your hands. Again, the amount of people there was insane, and finding someone in that mess was actually really hard. That, until you spotted him on a dark corner, all alone, with cigarette between his fingers.

Avoiding the most people you could, you finally made your way to him, giving him a knowing smile as you approached. "Hey, you alright? You've been weird all night." You asked once you were close enough.'

[free-luigi-mangione]

also like it took one day to break down one whole subreddit from two different directions??? lol lmao

[koukaaa-descent]

I’ve been a bit afraid of writing for monsoon for a while now but like. i remembered that this is my own character. anyways! a moment of monsoon’s life, inside of a future that never exists.

It was warm. It was so, so warm. It didn’t remember it could be this warm.

Cold is easy. It is very easy to expect, and sometimes hard to endure. But cold is easy to know, to expect. Warmth is everything but.

There is warmth, here. It is so impossibly warm. Its oldest friend is asleep against itself. It does not think that the warmth will ever fade—at least, not while its friend is still with it. Its friend’s lungs like to catch on themselves when he is relaxed, an unfortunate result of his fragility. Even still, it is warm. It is so warm, it does not know what to do with it.

It closes its eyes. Listens to the rattling breathing, brought on with age. A decade. A moment of time. When had ten years passed? It did not know. All it has ever cared for has been the one against its side. What matter did time have when they two seemed so eternal?

Gentle. Gentle. Its hands are not clever like his are. If it is not gentle, it will break him into pieces. Gentle; as if he is food, meant to be stored and kept safe. Gentle; as if he is made to break.

A thin, aquiline whistle; a sound so similar to its own vocalizations it is suddenly reminded of his warmth. He is still sleeping, but even still he is echoing to it. Singing in the only way his body knows.

A thick, roiling emotion drags itself into its body. It rests its head beneath his arm, savoring the heat. His head drops easily back onto the length of its neck, hardly jarred, trusting in its presence as he would trust in his own body even while it betrays him. It wonders how much time he has left.

He was not made to last. He was born to die. It was born to live. One of them will die before the other, and it is afraid that he will be first.

For now. For now, it is warm. It is reminded of impossibly large hands, and an eternally familiar face. It is reminded of the taste of his blood. How bitter it was, how thick. It is reminded that he will die and it will not. It is reminded of sun blessed mornings and long nights spent together, wandering forests and chasing lightning bugs and manticoils until the sun lit the way back home. It is reminded of an overwhelming, encapsulating warmth, surrounding it so wholly that it felt as if nothing in the universe would ever dare come near. Nothing except for its oldest, dearest friend.

In its dreams, there is a star on the horizon.

For now, it rests. There is little else to do.

[dangerousdesiress]

[pyrohonk]

Wrote something about what the experiences of the crew on my group's modded lethal company save would be like

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The thing that struck me most was the desperation. Day in and day out, we risked our lives inside facilities that at any moment could become our eternal tomb. There was no hope, no saviours, no one would ever come for us, ever bury us. There was only the monsters.

First there was the hope, the joy of a flock of little bugs squeaking in excitement when they came across us. Then there was the nightmares, shadows in the halls, prickles along the back of our necks. We were terrified of the savage beasts who dragged themselves through the halls, tearing our friends and coworkers limb from limb In front our eyes.

Worse still were the abandoned husks of weapons of war, childishly mimicking regular objects. The maniquins that stalked us through the facilities, moving impossibly fast in the blink of the eye. The jack in the box that exploded into a mess of tendons and bone and pursued us unrelentingly, blasting a song from our childhood. It was freebird, my brother told me; he had remembered it from the days we used to listen to it together. We thought it might be merciful, even friendly. We lost 5 people that night, he was the first to fall. His screams agony intermingled with the lullaby of our past will haunt my waking moments for as long as i live.

As we danced along the edge of sanity, an even crueler development emerged. The monsters began to mimic our crew mates voice, talking to us in distorted recordings of conversations they could never have been present for. Once, a shadow in the darkest called out to me in my brother's voice, begging to me to come back to save him. As I turned, on the verge of tears and wracked with grief, I watched my coworker be twisted and wringed out, their neck snapping in an impossible direction by what seemed like the darkness itself.What amplified the horror even more was our desperate attempts to stay happy. The jokes, the pranks, the times spent spinning yarns and telling stories, we truly felt like for a moment we were untouchable, that we could be normal. Once, deep in the facility, we found a stray cat, and in the moment it was the best thing in the world. That was before it'd meowing attracted the dogs, who dragged slaughtered everyone left in the ship like animals. We never saw that cat again, we never got a chance to even name it.

What amplified the horror even more was our desperate attempts to stay happy. The jokes, the pranks, the times spent spinning yarns and telling stories, we truly felt like for a moment we were untouchable, that we could be normal. Once, deep in the facility, we found a stray cat, and in the moment it was the best thing in the world. That was before it'd meowing attracted the dogs, who dragged slaughtered everyone left in the ship like animals. We never saw that cat again, we never got a chance to even name it.

All of this; all this pain, all this horror, all this death, just to line a companies pockets as they threatend murder us all in one foul swoop if we ever failed to meet our quota. This never ends, every time it's higher, harder, ever more demanding. It's alright though. The good times with these doomed men is all I could ask for with the blood of my brother stained to my hands. We love the company, the company, the company!

[cavenewstimestoday]

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[immcrtalsx]

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@ulyanazhang

[moonilit]

he was so happy that day

[drunk-poets-society]

How am I supposed to live laugh love when I don’t even have the bare necessities of life (a crow on my shoulder, a snake wrapped around my neck, a bat in the underside of my long jacket and a black cat following me around at all times)

[whispersinthedarkx]

Putting my defenses up, cause I don't wanna fall in love. If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack 🤞🏻

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