#feedinglungs

[phaseshiftx-blog]

&&. 9 People found the AI

            “Do you work for my dad?                 You’re NOT taking me back                 there”

A defensive tone was given from the SIREN & ex-hyperion captive & Former AI for    Handsome Jack. She had heard the RUMOURS that her father had actually been    KILLED... But she knew her father and didn’t want to accept that fact. No matter    how much HATRED she had for her non-existant childhood caused by HIM, he    was still her family.

[billyfuckingmayshere]

BILLY MAYS HERE TO TALK ABOUT FEEDINGLUNGS. Here's someone's name you might want to say three times in a mirror because HOT DAMN, all that quality in one PERFECTLY CREEPY PACKAGE! BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE! Their ability to write such a mysterious character does not fail to impress. Their attention to the little details that make Mary such an impressive character are something to admire.

[brutishbrothers]

feedinglungs replied to your post “nice NICE NICE NICE NICE NICE I’ll probably be back round here in...”

( the crew's coming up and I am so fucking pumped for this )

[cries softly dee is so cute  im angry who said he could be such a fucking cutie???????? someone call the cops]

[jailbrexkerarchive]

feedinglungs

    "huh.          maybe i should put a red          streak in my hair."

[gotkindaaggro-archive]

feedinglungs

He lingered near Mary, a sinister smile spreading across his lips as he sniffed the air. He could already smell the blood, so strong it smothered the cloying scent of decay that lingered on his skin.

"...can I eat him?"

[buildthatwall-builditstrong-blog]

feedinglungs started following you

"That's . . . not my reflection."

[brutishbrothers]

The day had started out just fine.  True, it had started hours before dawn because causing a village-wide brawl was ultimately decided against, but it certainly wasn’t a bad day when the three set out.  The trio had long left the scorching desert heat behind and had begun their journey through the frosty tundras of the north.  The brothers were still finding sand stuck in their boots, but they were glad to be in the cold where wearing heavy plate armour wasn’t horrendously uncomfortable - just slightly so.

Neither of them had checked the map since leaving the village nearly eighteen hours prior - in fact both of them had realised they weren’t carrying it - but they kept trekking on, sure they would eventually come across the next town.  They could only hope it would be reached before exhaustion set in but, considering how far of a hike they knew it was to get there and how tired they already were from nearly a full night and day of walking, that wasn’t looking too good.  After quite a lengthy break in conversation between the twins, the eldest of the two finally spoke up, though only to quietly grumble about how they had to quickly move on from the town they were very nearly chased out of.  “That was your fault,” his brother reminded him.

“He deserved it,” the first simply answered, his words sharp enough that Dee should have left it at that.  He didn’t, of course.  Antagonising one another was what siblings did, after all.  “You didn’t have to break his jaw,” he said with a laugh.  

“And he didn’t have to talk shit about my brother,” Dum spat, the anger from before boiling up once more. “Now he can’t.”

The younger sibling’s expression fell and he quieted.  He really should have expected something to have set the other off.  No matter how grumpy and vicious his brother could get, he hadn’t once started a fight without a solid reason.  Dee hadn’t heard what the man had said, but he knew he would have done the same thing should someone have spoken ill of Dum.  The twins tolerated nothing when it came to others messing with their sibling.

As he opened his mouth to speak, hoping to calm his brother, he heard the quiet pitter-patter of rain against his armour.  What started as a perfectly acceptable day had gone downhill very quickly.  It was dark, Dum was mad, they didn’t have the map, and now it was raining.  Just their luck.

Whilst the elder brother realised it had started to rain, Dee sidestepped over to the third member of their adventuring party.  Glancing over to her, he cleared his throat.  “Wouldn’t’ve happened to’ve oh, I don’t know…Picked up the map from the table while Dum rearranged that guy’s face this morning, right?  Because that would be…” the warrior’s voice trailed off mid sentence as he spotted a faint light in the distance.  He squinted, trying to focus on the flicker across the tundra as the skies opened up.

He had no idea if that was the right town and they’d missed it due to their lack of direction not addressed until right then, but even the wrong town sounded better than walking through the rain at night in unfamiliar territory.  Dee nodded to the lights to their side, pointing out the village to his companions.

Who knew?  Maybe heading to the wrong town might lead to unexpected opportunity.  Maybe heading to the wrong town was exactly what the trio were meant to do.