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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Undercover_Dragon1 on 2025-04-26 21:55:27+00:00.

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– Chapter 35 — 

From high above the world seemed so peaceful. David's wings were spread wide and he glided forward with ease as he took advantage of the various air currents. He had been traveling for a few days straight, only stopping to eat or sleep. It had been good to let his body and mind rest but it also made his thoughts wander. He hoped his little sprawling clan was doing okay and when he returned there were not even more losses he would have to grapple wit

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/KyleKKent on 2025-04-26 20:37:31+00:00.

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The Bounty Hunters

“Left Hemisphere explosives primed and prepped.” The Hat reports. They had scanned the brain and found no sensory organs or anything of the sort. But the entire neurological structure bent inwards as if all attaching to a singular source. But the brain was so large, and the part the whole mess was attached to was so deep in that the only attack they had that would reach it before any reaction would be an orbital bombardment. Which with all the unknowns still on the ship...

So they were instead going to sheer away the mass around the central point. The sheer amount of meat, electricity and

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/noobvs_aeternvm on 2025-04-26 19:34:24+00:00.

-Why?

-You know how your father and I met?

-Yes, the salad, the burger, all that.

-That’s only half true.

-What do you mean half  true?

-That’s how your father met me, not exactly how I met him.

-So how did you meet him?

-You know how introverts meet people?

-Honestly? No, can’t say I do, mom.

-Of course not, you took after your father. We are adopted by an extrovert.

-So dad adopted you?

-Yeah. The story of how we met is really the story of how this easy going charmer adopted this nerd who wasn’t really comfortable with the idea of being in public without a hoodie, but I knew your father long before that.

-How long?

-From my perspective? Ages. However it was, it was way,

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/noobvs_aeternvm on 2025-04-26 19:29:42+00:00.

Shooting, stabbing, maul and murder. Vicious acts for those less refined than him. No, his weapon is deception and, in this regard, his corporeal ability is undoubtedly useful, but only to the extent of his imagination, his true power lies within his mind. It is this power that carves triumph from misfortune, turns blindspot into emergency exit. The plan is set and, as the sound of the opening door is heard, put into motion. 

Comes in the tall, broad shouldered man. He could not have asked a better partner for this dance. The captain's eyes move side to side, carefully checking the two figures without deducing a next step; his muscles remain static, tense, ready to take action at the faintest sight of

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/noobvs_aeternvm on 2025-04-26 19:27:03+00:00.

-Halt! - Yells the gargoyle, come alive by the approach of the intruder - Thou who seeks to enter the Palace of Darkness of Her Majesty, Queen of Shadows and Sorrow, shall find nothing but doom.

-I seek no such thing.

-Then turn around, back to the cesspit you came from, adventurer.

-Not before I fulfill my mission.

-Your mission ends in damnation and pain.

-The darkness and I are no strangers, many times we faced, everytime, justice prevailed.

-Such hubris will not go unpunished.

The monster rushes forward, fangs exposed in its open mouth, sharp claws reaching out for the adventurer, who masterfully dodges, grabs and shakes, leaving behind a tiny scroll upon the creature’s palm.

-Have jus

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/micktalian on 2025-04-26 18:21:58+00:00.

Part 116 Finding the source (Part 1) (Part 115)

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The Ingthop species never made much of an impact on the Milky Way during their relatively brief existence. They, like most other forms of sapient life both extant and extinct, had slowly developed civilization, culture, and technology over the course of several milli

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/LiseEclaire on 2025-04-26 16:19:17+00:00.

Columns, car remains, and copies of Will’s failures… Those were the only things that occupied the lower-sub-basement levels. There was no dirt, or stench, or mold, only sterile ruin. Unlike the upper part of the mall, there weren’t enough objects to clutter about. Someone had attempted to stack up the few cars to form a wall, but that was shoddy at best. And even if it wasn’t, previous fights had shattered most of them to bits.

 

QUICK JAB

Damage increased by 200%

 

Will struck a punctured version of himself in the chin. The dagger struck something, but failed to trigger its poison effect. A split second later, the boy pulled his weapon out and leaped back.

 

**CLEAN

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Klokinator on 2025-04-26 15:05:33+00:00.

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Khaden_Allast on 2025-04-26 18:12:05+00:00.

Humans are Deadworlders.

When someone says that, younger races tend to imagine a world high in gravity, or perhaps with violent weather phenomena, tectonic activity, or hostile flora or fauna. They often imagine that their own worlds are "deathworlds." This isn't the case. In reality, some or even all of these conditions tend to be relatively normal for planets that eventually evolve sapient life. After all, there's relatively little need for higher intelligence to evolve, along with all of its increased burdens, if you don't have at least some trials to overcome.

Humans are not deathworlders, they are deadworlders. That's to say they come from a planet that is now completely in

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/1sh1tbr1cks on 2025-04-26 18:01:49+00:00.

Hello!

I received so many questions after my last blog post, where I revealed that I was dating outside my species, so I thought I should follow up with some answers.

How has this never come up before? It's a food and travel blog, it hasn't exactly been relevant. I just thought it was cute to upload a picture of our hands holding for our anniversary dinner.

Do your parents know? No, my parents do not know, and it's not as though they have to know.

Is that a human hand? Yes, they're human, obviously. Who else?

Why? This one is more complicated.

Have you ever been courted by a human before?

It is the best feeling in the world.

Qillons are no strangers to courtship. Displays of af

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Engletroll on 2025-04-26 15:55:24+00:00.

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Arceroth on 2025-04-26 12:32:03+00:00.

“Are you finally going to start teaching us magic today?” Martin, one of the men who Orlan had classified as a ‘military age male’ and was almost certainly an agent, asked.

“As soon as the rest of the first class arrives,” Edmund answered.

“The rest of the class? I thought it was just the twelve of us.”

“We’ve got another eight arriving today,” Edmund replied, “Lord Orlan didn’t want the entire class to be… publicly known, so he arranged for a more covert selection that wouldn’t be tainted by politics. Originally it was supposed to be half the class, but it was easier to find one of those flying machines that sits eight passengers than one that sits ten without it becoming known.”

Martin, and most

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/SpacePaladin15 on 2025-04-26 14:41:28+00:00.

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Getting off of Temura had been a whirlwind, as we’d grabbed Hirri and bolted out to a waiting vehicle. The car sped off to the landing pad to retrieve our spaceship; I wondered whether we should try to rescue more civilians. Back at the resort, Vanare had seemed distraught about leaving his family and panicked

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Jus17173 on 2025-04-26 12:11:52+00:00.

My shirt was pressed, shoes polished till they shone. Hair combed back in even streaks. Cologne scented to make my passing memorable. I was the picture perfect embodiment of my work, every thing set meticulously in place to challenge the perception of those I'd encounter. I carried with me a briefcase at all times containing different things that were related to my work.

But the young Lieutenant whose office I had been summoned to didn't give a damn what I looked like. "So you're The Butcher?" He didn't wait for me to answer. "There's a Thralixian in the basement cellar, there's a bomb their organization has planted somewhere within one of the three hundred recreational towers, it is your job to get the informat

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/BainWrites on 2025-04-26 11:37:25+00:00.

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Memory transcription subject: Estala: Krakolt, Predator, Monster.

Date [standardized human time]: October 31st, 2136

I am a monster, I am a monster, I am a monster I AM A MONSTER.

I sat in the corner of the room, blinds shuttered, bathing the apartment in the darkness I deserved, hiding my horrific visage from the rest of the peaceful world. Protecting those outside these four walls from the evil and carnage I represented.

I am a monster.

My feathers lay scattered across the floor, torn out in my desp

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Majestic_Teach_6677 on 2025-04-26 10:25:12+00:00.

It was a nightmare scenario. The worst fear of our science fiction writers come true. Only days after our first FTL test flight and something appeared at the edge of our system. One moment space was empty. The next there was a flash of light and something was there.

It was massive. Twice the size of our planet’s moon, but oval instead of round. Impossibly smooth and only a few shades lighter than deep space behind it. Unnaturally fast at nearly 200 light minutes per hour, we estimated it would reach our planet in just under 5 hours.

Then it started. A constant rhythmic thumping. It would go on for a bit, stop for a few moments, then start again at a slightly different pace. We didn’t know

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Obsequium_Minaris on 2025-04-26 04:10:56+00:00.

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Alain let out a small murmur of discomfort as sunlight came spilling through the spaces between the nearby blinds over the window, landing directly on his eyes. A groan escaped him as he brought a hand up to cover his eyes.

"Good God…" he muttered irritably. "I'm up, I'm up…"

"Oh, good," he heard Sable, of all people, say from next t

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Tempest029 on 2025-04-26 01:05:03+00:00.

So this took far longer than I had anticipated. On top of a school vacation for a week, we had two cycles of Noro at home before we finally kicked it to the curb AND staffing problems at work. This month has been an exercise in patience and endurance.

BUT! Here we are again. Also, the YT Channel is going to take a little longer to become consistently active while I settle into the schedule and balancing the needs of recording, editing and childcare, and improve my chintzy laptop's specs to handle the increased workload.

Also... I don't know why this continues to happen, but apparently this posted without the entire fricking story text pasted to it again and got blocked by the auto mods. That i

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/daecrist on 2025-04-25 23:17:28+00:00.

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/RecentFeature1646 on 2025-04-25 20:00:58+00:00.

Ke Yin has a problem. Well, several problems.

First, he's actually Cain from Earth.

Second, he's stuck in a cultivation world where people don't just split mountains with a sword strike, they build entire universes inside their souls (and no, it's not a meditation metaphor).

Third, he's got a system with a snarky spiritual assistant that lets him possess the recently deceased across dimensions.

And finally, the elders at the Azure Peak Sect are asking why his soul realm contains both demonic cultivation and holy arts? Must be a natural talent.

Expectations:

• MC's main cultivation method will be plant based and related to World Trees
• Weak to Strong MC
• M