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Why one small American town won’t stop stoning its residents to death by Charlotte_Stant for sophiahelix
Fandoms: The Lottery - Shirley Jackson, The New Yorker RPF
24 Dec 2025
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The picturesque village of Buell, Maine is one of the last in the United States to continue the tradition of the “harvest” or “prosperity” lottery. Its residents insist the lottery makes them stronger, even as condemnation from outsiders grows.
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05 Feb 2026
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holy fuck. Didn't know you could do this. Will have to keep that in mind.
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“It’s not a real kid, Chase.”
Chase is technically underage, he’s a year away from being able to drink but the bartender didn’t bother to check his ID. Chase has always looked a little older than he was, it works in his favor now.
Nobody at a hero bar like this would assume he was so young.
“How the fuck do you think that?” Chase asks, spits. His hands still shake with the memory of it. The beer in his hand shakes with the tremors of his hands. “How the fuck do you do it?”
Mechaman sighs, deep, disappointed. He leans back, taking his whiskey with him.
The rest of the Brave Brigade was downstairs, drinking in victory, dancing with the other heroes, celebrating.
“It’s the Astral Pulse.”
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You are going to die in this mech, Robert Robertson by randomthyme
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Dec 2025
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Mecha Man falls from the sky. The public watches him die, yet again. But what do the first responders find?
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18 Jan 2026
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It's never wrong to make The Character suffer
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Philza struggled to keep standing straight, dizzy from blood loss, a white-knuckle grip on his sword.
“I have heard much of you, emperor Philza, and I have respect for you. Therefore, I’ll offer you a deal. You will surrender. You will kneel before me, right here, right now, and beg for mercy. Then I’ll take you to the Nether with me, and you’ll become my prisoner, slave, and personal servant. Or-”
The Blood God raised his netherite blade, pointing the tip straight at Philza’s heart.
“-I will allow you to die with a sword in your hand, and once you’re dead, I will slaughter your children.”
Philza fell to his knees without hesitation.
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Philza had been prepared for a lot of things when he was taken as a war prize: the loss of his basic freedom, the heartbreak of being separated from his sons, the indignity of being reduced into the piglin king’s “pet”.
What he hadn’t been expecting was for the man behind the blood-stained mask to be soft-spoken, or good-natured, or tired from the weight of his crown.
Or lonely.
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22 Dec 2025
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AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Footsteps came to a halt as Jason blinked slowly at the green light at the end of the pier. He was close enough now that the smog didn’t cover his sightline and–
And there was no one.
The humming, nonetheless, ceased to stop as Jason glanced around each corner of the wooden dock, though it provided no hiding places. It was louder here, though, and Jason could feel it reverberating through his helmet. Strange humming from no origin, and no hiding spots.
Jason glanced down at the slatted wood below his feet. Unless.