Battery City History Museum (Section 1C, Book and Periodical archives) The beginning of an exhibit titled "Exterminate: The History of an Iconic Poster." This exhibit displays all 14 "EXTERMINATE" posters to date, with historical notes.
Which one would you be comfortable swearing if you were going to become a paladin? The Oath of Devotion, The Oath of the Ancients, or The Oath of Vengeance? There are other official and homebrew oaths, but these are the core three.
-Honesty. Don’t lie or cheat. Let your word be your promise.
-Courage. Never fear to act, though caution is wise.
-Compassion. Aid others, protect the weak, and punish those who threaten them. Show mercy to your foes, but temper it with wisdom.
-Honor. Treat others with fairness, and let your honorable deeds be an example to them. Do as much good as possible while causing the least amount of harm.
-Duty. Be responsible for your actions and their consequences, protect those entrusted to your care, and obey those who have just authority over you.
-Kindle the Light. Through your acts of mercy, kindness, and forgiveness, kindle the light of hope in the world, beating back despair.
-Shelter the Light. Where there is good, beauty, love, and laughter in the world, stand against the wickedness that would swallow it.
-Where life flourishes, stand against the forces that would render it barren.
-Preserve Your Own Light. Delight in song and laughter, in beauty and art.
-If you allow the light to die in your own heart, you can’t preserve it in the world.
-Be the Light. Be a glorious beacon for all who live in despair.
-Let the light of your joy and courage shine forth in all your deeds.
-Fight the Greater Evil. Faced with a choice of fighting my sworn foes or combating a lesser evil.
-I choose the greater evil.
-No Mercy for the Wicked. Ordinary foes might win my mercy, but my sworn enemies do not.
-By Any Means Necessary. My qualms can’t get in the way of exterminating my foes.
-Restitution. If my foes wreak ruin on the world, it is because I failed to stop them. I must help those harmed by their misdeeds.
If you had to pick just one of these three, which would you swear by, and why? If there is another Oath you’d rather swear, which one and why? Ignore all the fantastic reasons, and just focus on the philosophy: which oath could you live with upholding for the rest of you life? Or just put your answer in the tags if you’re not in the mood to wax philosophical.
Kid immediately comprehends the freedom of having wings.
Kid is stuck with the Marleyans, so instead of being passionately inspired to rise up and reclaim humanity’s freedom, is being raised into a warrior that will march off to the lands championed by soldiers who fly through the air bearing wings, and murder them all for the good of his people.
A/N: Written for @deathberryprompts prompt for this week which was “fuck” (as per mine, and hellchat’s collective request). Ichigo tries to be sexy and makes a rather unfortunate mistake. Enjoy!
Ichigo has died. It’s official. He’s finished. Exterminated. Half-way through the senkaimon on his way to life in the Soul Society, Ichigo’s life has ended.
Strange, given the amount of fierce and dangerous battles he’s engaged in throughout the years and the questionable circumstances with which he gained his shinigami powers, that he would die like this, but he doesn’t have the time to dwell on such things.
He is dying, after all. In the process of being murdered, specifically.
He should’ve known it would be her fault in the end. His life had become far too entangled with the tiny, noble ice queen to not have her eventually be the cause of his demise.
Still, out of everything in the world he could’ve imagined taking him down, he didn’t really think it’d be something like this.
-The mouse originates from Tim’s room when he cleans up from his sleepless night activities(the TV goes on and off, endless array of snacks galore, so many empty bottles, etc.)
-The mouse is kinda cute, so Tim decides it’s not hurting anyone by camping out in his room.
-But where one mouse goes, others will follow.
-He didn’t realize the extent of the population of mice and genuinely thought there were only two, so he kept feeding them and cleaned up after them.
-Until he went on his class trip, which was an entire week long.
-Which meant he had quite a few other things on his mind than his pets, so he left without leaving any food at all for them.
-It only took two days for the brave ones to come out of hiding.
-Cass was the first to find one as it scurried across the kitchen’s island, where she sat eating her cereal. It didn’t get far before her hand slammed into it’s back, ending the mouse.
-Alfred watched on in horror, always priding himself of being able to say that the house never experienced one rodent within it.
-As Alfred was alerting Bruce of the situation, and explain he had no idea where they may have entered, a disheveled Jason grumpily entered the room and demanded that “Whatever damn invention Drake has in his room that’s squeaking all damn day and all damn night needs to be shut the hell off!”
-Bruce and Alfred gave each other a knowing look and Jason became more irritated, thinking none of them believed him.
-Before even answering Jason they called everyone that was there into the room and explained the problem.
-Damian was in an uproar, convinced Tim was using them for some twisted science experiment.
-Stephanie was outraged at how disgusting Tim kept his room that now it attracted mice.
-Jason was pissed off because he couldn’t sleep.
-Dick came up with some hair-brained idea that Tim was using them to fulfill a sick and twisted sexual fantasy.
-Barbra, who visited the next day, suddenly declared she “had plans” that she forgot about.
-Cass was the only one who was indifferent to the situation.
-After finding out what the problem was, Jason turned on his heels and grabbed a baseball bat while Damian charged after him, yelling obscene threats if Jason slaughtered the mice.
-Each and every one of them completely underestimated the problem and when Jason opened the door with Damian beside him, both their mouth hung open.
-They shut the door before any could get out and looked at each other.
-After everyone else assessed the situation they all decided, even Damian, that it was just illogical to try and set traps or try and capture them a humane way.
-Calling an exterminator was completely out, and Alfred made that clear, he might not be able to boast to the family that the house is rodent free, but he made damn sure he’d be able to boast to other butlers or guests in the future.
-For three whole days they took turns going into Tim’s bedroom in shifts, the first crew would kill as many as they could, the second would clean up those carcasses and so forth.
-On occasion, the person made to watch and guard the door would have to scramble after a loose mouse.
-Needless to say, all of them had quite strong words to say about Tim and multiple times they told Bruce he should just not pick Tim up when he was supposed to. And Bruce considered it for a while.
-When told his little friends had been found, Tim smiled and shrugged, “They’re harmless though!”
-Thankfully Damian kept all the bodies, even went to the trouble of lining all the over-100 mice up out side while he dug their mass grave.
-Tim was slightly surprised when he saw all of them to say the least and it took almost two whole months for his sibling’s(and his butler’s) anger to die down.
yoongi x reader. angst, drama, attack on titan!au. 12.5 k words. warning for cursing and depiction of violence/gore. yeha i’m back ppl. this story is only loosely based off of the world in attack on titan, the events written are not the same to the anime/manga.
as long as humanity can remember, they have lived in the confines of
three great walls—the outermost ring, Wall Maria; the middle ring, Wall
Rose; and the innermost ring, Wall Sina—and feast on the false pretense
of peace the government has given them. They turn ignorant to the giant
man eating beasts—titans—lurking on the other side of the wall that acts
as their barrier, and surrender to a cowardly life where they refuse to
fight back for their freedom.
Though so, there exist the
remaining of humanity that refuses to bow down to the false reality they
live in. And among these few people, lies The Survey Corps, one of the
three military branches that tasks brave soldiers with the fate of
humanity’s freedom: venturing outside the walls, slaughtering and
discovering ways to exterminate these titans once and for all. But in
the process of reclaiming their freedom back from a terrible threat,
some of these soldiers are forced to turn their sanity over for the sake
There has only ever been a thirst for blood.
The thirst for it singes her veins, crackles the bones in every uncontrolled and vicious movements, sparks the fire in lifeless eyes, dictates and shapes her very being.
It’s far better to be guided by bloodthirst than despair, or pointless anger, or ridiculous hope, or even courage in a world as bleak as this. That’s how she sees it.
And for that reason, she is raised to thirst for carnage and blood and death, to become an uncontrollable force of weapon, a demon to fear.
Anonymous asked: What would
Imperial citizens of Evren’s time be taught or hear about Jedi? Like
propaganda, rumors, stereotypes, urban legends, etc stuff? Are Jedi the
crazy evil warriors to the empire?
Oooh! Hmm. This is mostly headcanon/extrapolation, but here you go!
The Jedi are definitely scary as fuck to Imperials, I think–they’re like Sith, but wrong, the way Sith are Jedi but wrong
to Pubs. I hc that there’s an element of horror to Imperial depictions
of the light side–negation of self, loss of identity, loss of
individuality, deprivation, starvation, emptiness. Jedi will
either kill you like an animal or they’ll capture and try to break you,
carve out everything that makes you who you are, everything that makes
you vibrant and alive … And they don’t compromise, they don’t surrender,
they don’t fucking stop–
Sofas casually thrown
I try to side
Around a Nissan
Because I heard the kid speak
This country ain’t theirs
Throughout all my dealings
Life long misery’s
What I can’t deny
Is the hatefulness of those people
It’s damn right pleasant
So if I was in that
I would’ve came out blasting
Or waiting til night
To throw a grenade
Where 9 of them
I’m looking to squash
Passing laws ain’t enough
Time to exterminate
but i am the supposedly bad one for wishing people like this didn’t exist so they would stop harming lesbians. we are literally not bothering anyone and we have to endure this constant shit without lashing back because then we are the cruel ones.
don’t fight fire with fire rhetoric basically, where you lose whatever you do. either treat your oppression as a minor issue and the aggressors with kid’s gloves or fight back at those who wage cruel war against you and be deemed the inhumane one.
I’ve actually had Dr. Botuli for a long while, I just never draw him because he’s a pain in the ass to draw.
He also didn’t kill Forte in those doodles, he has more gruesome ways of exterminating others.