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[einarisnotonfire]

"Sir did you eat this?"

[senku-ishigami-official]

Yo Senku, I’m building a couple of shitty Go-kart kits to give to people—I’m feeling a bit nostalgic so I’m setting up stuff to make a Electric Vehicle Race, where participants build their own go-karts.

The goal is to be fast, but save the MOST amount of energy.

Do you wanna participate? 👀

@chemicallydisinclinedd

DO I wanna participate. In an electric vehicle race. Do I. Do I want to engage in an activity that will boost our team's morale and also further our progress by giving people an opportunity to be inventive and build some stuff. Do I. Do I. You're a genius. This is gonna be EXHILARATING.

[dragonprincessactual]

Hello!! How have you been!?

Hey Spark.

Unfortunately, it has been... a rough few days. Species dysphoria has been kicking our ass, several important things keep going wrong, and our spotty-at-best memory has been giving us major trouble.

But... at the end of the day, we're still here. Still kicking, and still fighting. That counts for something, right?

...regardless, hope you're doing well. :heart:

-Stardust (she/her)

[shadexxxx]

oh my god. Etho and Cleo talking about Zisteau and Pause?? I think i’ve fucking died. I think i’ve fucking died.

Jesus christ they just mentioned spellbound. And vinyl fantasy. Jesus christ. Oh my GOD THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT SITUATION PROTOCAL IM GONNA CRY. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD HEY HEY GUYS DO YOU THINK EVERY TIME ETHO MENTIONS THOSE MAPS HE THINKS ABOUT OOGE. HEY. HEY.

This is blowing my mind.

[tafferling]

Dying Light: Monsters, We.

Season Three | The Will to Live

>> Read on Ao3 <<

Villedor is on the brink of war; a city set to burn and leave behind no more than ashes at the Lady's feet. Kyle Crane wants no part in it. It nearly took his will to live, and he won't—refuses to—risk it all again.

Joke's on him. (As it so likes to be.)

Zofia won't leave. She's overwhelmed by a deep-seated need to protect something she has yet to understand, even while she grapples with the reality of what she has become. And—more importantly—what she's done.

And Aiden won't abandon the lie he's lived for what amounts to an entire lifetime; the lie of having a sister; of family. There's no way he's made it this far only to find out his life is a sham.

So. Time for Kyle Crane to roll up his sleeves (again) and figure out just how big of a threat the Church really is. I mean. How bad can it possibly be, he might think.

Bad.

Really. Really. Bad.

>> Read on Ao3 <<

[pocket-full-of-poppies]

I just wanna... Play!

[And then Beira rips Seraph's head off.]

[Hands grab onto the sides of Its head and just YANK upwards as hard as possible, sparks and bits of wire flying as the machine's head pops off Its shoulders.]

[This thing never stopped smiling once. Not ONCE. It pretended to be vulnerable. It probably barely even knows It did something wrong at all.]

And here comes the execution. You are done for Beira. Limbs click apart as red bloody hands hold them and expands a frame to tower over and consume the room, the scent of Brine found in the Depths and the Stardust of dead universes becoming choking. Trillions on trillions of stars stare it down and the code of countless worlds and universes fill the room. Pips blink into eyes that stare it down with the feeling of eternity and endless emotion, all negative. Silence swallowed and consumed. Leaving nothing left but what is needed to be said to the one here and existing now.

[ranfren-confessions]

I am going to brutally murder sebastian

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