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SUBMITTED BY @fierce pollen
He walked through silence where echoes fade,
No hand to hold no promise made.
The nights were cold, the roads were steep,
He traded comfort for dreams to keep.
The stars above were his only friends,
They watched him rise through bitter ends.
He bled in shadows yet spoke no pain,
He built his crown from loss and rain.
And when he reached the mountain’s crest,
No cheers no crowd just quiet rest.
He looked below, the world asleep,
And smiled for victory is never cheap.
Lonelines, he said is not my curse
It’s the price of purpose… and the universe.
My Color
You asked me,
What’s your favorite color?
And for a second, I could name all the colors you see in the nature,
But deep down, my heart whispered it’s the color of the peace.
The color of waves washing off onto the shore,
The color of the sky as it darkens as the city wakes up.
The color of your eyes under the sun,
Twinkling like the sunlight dancing on the edge of the waves.
It’s the color of silence wrapped in morning mist,
Of faraway places carried in the wind.
The light that settles over the world before night fully arrives,
That moment between day and dream.
It’s the tone of still waters holding the weight of the sky,
The quiet that follows a deep breath,
The feeling of standing at the edge of something free
-🪼
we used to walk along those long streets,
we’d say, let’s make that corner house ours,
the bougainvilleas hanging from the balcony i haven’t seen in so long,
you weren’t there with me anymore anyway
yet my path hadn’t changed,
the road was the same, the house was the same,
but i was no longer the same me,
because i had become a me without you
but today, today while walking down that road,
there was an ant nest, and the pavement was full of them
i didn’t step on them, i walked on the road instead of the sidewalk,
i stopped, watched and saw that
they were struggling with their tiny bodies
that struggle stopped me from walking the same road I’d been walking for ten years,
that struggle, it showed me what i hadn’t been able to see for so long.
today, i walked that road for the last time,
because today, i stopped being the me without you,
and became me again
Dear Butterfly Who Fight With Heart and Time
I do not truly know what tremor stirs within your chest,
nor the shape of the things you desire.
Yet something unsettles me, a quiet strangeness each time.
your frail wings glitter against the air.
Your beautiful wings, once bright with spring, now lose their color,
muted as if grief had brushed them gray.
You fly as though chained to silence, half-heartedly tracing the night.
As if time itself stood watching every fragile beat.
You, once known as Hedylidae, now vanish with the falling dusk.
The shimmer of your pale wings no longer rivals the stars.
How I miss the nights, when you danced among constellations.
and I, the mere spectator, looked up in quiet awe.
May you soon return to the freedom your heart has forgotten.
Do not curse time for something happen in the past.
Let me admire you in silence, let me bind our history in ink.
If we are never meant to cross paths again,
I will pray to meet you, where sorrow cannot follow in heaven.
And if you arrive there first, seek me.
There are so many small things that I want to tell you about your charming smile
Stolen From Time
In forests where the young lambs play,
the sun should guard, not turn away.
But the shadows came with boots that bite,
and silence swallowed every light
because some children are not lost in time, they are stolen from it.
The temple walls, once pure, once high,
now echo prayers that twist, that lie.
Incense curled in broken air,
while gods stood blind to whispered prayer
because some children are not lost in time, they are stolen from it.
A meadow meant for dreams to bloom,
was turned instead into a tomb.
The stars looked down but did not speak,
the nights grew long, the dawn grew weak
because some children are not lost in time, they are stolen from it.
The earth still bleeds where secrets rest
wound that burns in every chest.
For justice falters, memory weeps,
and peace is something silence keeps
because some children are not lost in time, they are stolen from it.
-Submitted by @distant inlet
For the Sake of Soju
by a dude who ain’t no poet
Im no poet
but im tryna make a poem
for the sake of @dusty hinge
the guy who said “yo, write one”
I dont know rhyme
or how words should flow
but ive got a brain
so here i go
Maybe poems need meaning
or maybe just a vibe
and if this sounds dumb
at least i tried
Sometimes words dont rhyme
but still make sense
like the moments in life
that dont feel intense
until years later
when they start to shine
and you think
“dang… that line was mine”
Maybe its not about beauty
or sounding wise
maybe poems are just thoughts
we forgot to disguise
So here it is
rough edges and all
a poem for Soju
cause he made the call.
A poem by @distant inlet
A Mother's Cry
In a rainy night Mother sang to
her lonely child, Close your eyes my dear
And look into mine, Listen to my voice ,and hear my words
Bless your soul, Bless your world
May the reward Take you toward
The path of blooming Flowers and hearts, Warming smiles,And kind regards.
May it be filled With hope and life. Away from lies, And away from cries.
In a sunny day, Mama told her lie
About a joyful life, about a little cry
A prayer she prayed when She was nine
Afternoon sunday, She sat with her child
Telling her how life Could make her heart dry.
The little's round eyes, Gleamed with surprise
Mama don't you cry, I'll be your knight
I'll take you out at night, And show you the world around.
But mama wasn't crying Because life took her heart
Mama's heart was beaming Because she was around
Growing up will take That lonely child's smile
And mama fears one day life steals that spark, just like when mama was child
Author: @pastel flume
Once More
By @inner raven
I knew it, I felt it back then.
I sensed it was our last meeting,
I felt I might never see you again.
I smiled, I held you,
and I told myself we will meet again.
I tried to believe it
I didn’t want to accept the feeling,
I didn’t want it to be farewell.
I was careless with you.
I know.
I wanted to do more, I truly did.
But I was afraid
afraid of getting attached,
afraid of losing again.
I cannot bear it anymore.
I am exhausted.
They think I don’t care.
They’re wrong.
I am a liar.
No…
No, this was not our last meeting.
I refuse to believe it.
We will meet again
not here,
but in the life that follows.
Until then…
rest in peace.
Lost in Jupiter
By @agile gust
When the earth was round,
I saw you from far away,
so that it did not matter
if you existed or not.
I saw glimpses of you
from the corner of my eye;
they were fleeting.
I never paid too much attention.
Such glances are ephemeral;
they meant nothing to me.
But they always crossed my mind,
what it might feel like
to share the same sun,
the same moon,
under your skies,
and watch fluffy clouds.
When they become too heavy,
they summon thunder
and lightning,
and storms that make us suffer,
but slowly dissipate
into a beautiful and peaceful rain.
When the Earth was flat,
Fate had transfixed itself
into you and I.
You were looking for someone
to philosophise life for you.
You got my attention.
You said you were sad.
Is it fate or pure chance
that we found each other?
Under the rubble of grief,
we fell in love.
Let me sing you sad songs, my Love,
to make you feel better.
If our goodness could get us
a momentary glimpse of heaven
to heal this pain,
let me sing you songs
so you’d fall asleep faster.
Let me hold you, my Love,
in this desolation,
in our anger, in our pain,
in our sorrow,
we have found the love we felt,
here,
once again.
The Wave of River
My restless heart doth never keep me still: This inner core of me is mercury.
They call me wave. The ocean is my goal. No chain of whirling eddy holdeth me.
My steed like air upon the water rides. My garment’s hem on thorn of fish e’er tore
When moon is full sometimes I leap all fey; Sometimes all mad I dash my head on shore.
I am the pilgrim loving journey’s stage. Why am I restless? If my heart make quest.
I flee from the cramped torment of the stream, Away from the sea’s wide spaces, all distressed.
The Sun
By @north fern
The sun rises
for those who love
And sets for those
who hurt another soul.
Why suffer?
The gale of greed
never, ever calms.
Your unhappy mind
doesn't define love
as a good thing.
I won't dwell on your deeds —
I'll wait until you dwell
on them yourself.
It's inevitable.
It's inconsequential.
Sometimes I see my sun set
When I don't value it,
When I don't feel love,
When I prefer pain.
You are my sun,
I have no more arguments,
No new topics…
Shall we watch the sun rise
together?
"Born Red"
I smelled it first—rust in the air, sweet like sin, thick with despair.
The silence broke with crimson breath, and I felt warm—alive in death.
They said it's wrong, a twisted thrill. But I was made with hands to kill.
I tried to quit, to hold it back, locked myself in shades of black.
Bit the screams, swallowed the ache, sliced the urge with every shake.
But flesh, it hums. It begs, it cries. It moans in blood, it sings in lies.
A whisper comes—so soft, so near, like silk against a shattered ear.
One more time. Last time. I said. The hunger smiled, and I saw red.
The blade, my friend. The mirror, worse. I stare. I grin. I feel the curse.
Not the screams, nor blood that flows—it’s knowing this is how it goes.
I tried to change. I swear, I did. But this disease was born, not hid.
No trauma tale. No tragic past. No one to blame—just me at last.
I tried to change…but I’m still me. A beast in skin that longs to be free.
So here’s my cure. My final thread: If I can’t stop, I’ll die instead.
No more blood. No more regret. Maybe in death, I won't forget—
what it felt like to want to be clean. To dream of peace in a world so mean.
I’ll never be good. I’ll never be right. So fuck this pain… and end this fight.
I was born wrong—but I die right.
“A Sad Melody”
Held in palms that felt warm.
Each one was almost the same,
even if they were calloused and worn.
Made me wonder if it was all a lie,
because of how lost it felt.
But now I forgot what once was,
tracing patterns around the maze in each print.
One was all loud, trying to scare,
but only the sound of a note made me pause.
One that only appeared in your eyes.
Though it seemed unreal, it struck too deep.
Then I realized it was all an act,
pretending you can protect yourself
in a poor attempt to feel safe,
when you can't fight when danger creep.
Never was I enough to undo what wasn't meant to be,
or was I just deemed to not?
Can you make space for me?
The warmth is meaningless if I can't breathe.
It's dark in here, but it's not me who can't see.
You don't have the courage to open your palm and look at me.
Was it always like that, or did I gain sight only just now?
someone sticking wool to their skin,
it's soft, but beneath isn't who I thought was.
In a sick attempt to hide,
and their eyes tinged with another note,
only for the two to combine.
Each one so different, yet when they collide,
a sad melody crawls your ear,
mixing blues with the red it seeps.
The one where nostalgia hide,
and your eyes tear,
not sweet but bitter like weeps,
listening to it and bide.
Couldn't be proud or fearless enough to pick a side.
each was worse and better than the other,
and despite everyone saw and appreciated.
With what I held for them neither did bother.
I got ill from holding it so long
spoiled for no other but them.
They swap coats with sheep,
or even wolves that leap.
Still less cruel than what humans chose.
Yet I'm still framed as the worst that I even couldn't be.
My teeth are dull despite my young years,
eroded from taking multiple of a dose,
for I try to calm a heart filled with fears.
Steps of a heart-break
People aren't naïve when they say,
That they had a heartbreak.
Science says everything happens in your brain.
Not true.
My chest, where the heart's chambers lie,
Feels heavy even as I write.
Cracked throat.
The nerves under my arms feel the shock of hurt,
as those words hit me.
The heart shatters into abstract pieces,
And sends the message to the brain,
Which the brain then finds, exciting enough to act upon.
Then come the tears rolling from eyes;
(Just one eye, sometimes. The brain is funny like that)
Now that we have cleared that up.
A heart.
Heart.
My heart.
Didn't break.
Doesn't break from rejection.
It broke.
Breaks.
Gets ripped;
Torn;
Shattered;
Splattered;
Snapped.
Snaps because of not existing.
Like an abstract wisp of void.
Ripped from its existence.
Torn-
Erased-
Wiped-
Mopped-
Siphoned-
I realise,
Every action mentioned above needs a deliberate effort.
But deliberate efforts need acknowledgements.
No.
It melts.
Dissolves.
Dries.
Evaporates.
Trickles.
Poofs.
Gets absorbed.
Absolved.
Dissipated.
Consumed.
Licked.
Smothered.
Mixed.
Consumed into oblivion by oblivion.
It does not stay in a virtual space.
A virtual space is still, a space.
Not limbo.
Limbo is still a place.
Not nothingness because the space is full of it.
It just doesn't remain anymore.
It ceases its existence.
Seizures of ex-instances.
But ceasing is limiting.
Limiting is diminishing.
No.
It vanishes.
What happens to me?
Things pretend to be the same as you refuse to see.
I am heartbroken every time I think of you,
or see you,
or meet you,
or talk to you
or see your things
or read your things.
Over and over.
Through and through.
You rest your case.
I stand at loss.
Some people despite having thoughts are unable to imprint in their minds.
A superpower uncalled for.
Through oblivion, just some faint words echo.
Reverse.
Resonate.
Muffle.
Throb.
Haunt.
Not the apparition of a heart;
But the ghost of a heartbreak.
The Art of becoming Whole
I'm learning to love the pieces I once hid
What once were my flaws became things I did bid
My insecurities turned into curiosity
I once was childish now I find kindness in me
I'm learning to love the peices I once hid
The parts they called broken, I now call vivid
I walk through this world, calm yet livid.
Among the cowards, I choose to rise.
No one can dim The fire In my eyes.
I know my strength, my power, my being.
I am no less than what they're seeing.
I've bled, I've bloomed, I've become my own reason,
And that's why I'll never stop loving myself.
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
I dont know if this valid or not but here it is
Once Cupid
Love can come from perfect strangers or from someone we know very well.
It never lets us know until the last moment where it will be coming from.
When cupid shoots his arrow in the back or in the front.
You might as well give up because the outcome is going to be the same.
You will lower your defences and love will walk all over you.
You don't stand a chance once cupid has shot his arrow and it has hit its mark.
Should you go
Should my thoughts be only mine
And my mind have none of yours
I would sleep for whole days nine
Just to dream the days of yore
||Simple and short, and the second and last lines don't rhyme, I know. I'm not used to writing poems. Since I'm not winning, I hope it touches someone's heart.||
if @dusty hinge
If your smile can light the darkest day,
If your words can chase the clouds away,
If your heart is kind and always true,
Then the world feels brighter with you.
If your laugh can lift a heavy heart,
If your courage sets the shadows apart,
If your presence feels like morning’s glow,
Seju, it’s love that you freely show.
The Quiet Cartographer
The map he draws is not of lands and seas,
But silent rooms, where every comfort is
A shield against the tide of human sound.
He is a cartographer of inner ground.
A soul tucked in, a whisper-soft defense,
A heart that beats with beautiful, intense,
But utterly concealed, electric fire.
He sees the crowd and feels the wires snap. Social anxiety's constant trap.
His eyes, wide pools where innocence resides,
Reflect a world he constantly evades.
He wants to trust, to speak without the dread,
But every greeting lands like falling lead.
Yet in the hush, behind the bolted door,
His mind ignites, demanding something more.
He dreams a star-chart, vast and intricate,
Of worlds he'll build, where kindness is the gate.
A symphony of thought, a vibrant hue,
A silent Everest, a dream too big to lose.
He watches giants on the silver screen,
And knows the power he could be, could mean.
To lift the veil, to share the hidden worth,
To plant his gentle flag upon the earth.
So, in the dark, he polishes his art,
The blueprints of his world held to his heart.
He knows the cost, the tremor in his voice,
But quiet strength will one day make his choice.
To step outside, the dream's light in his hand,
And let the silent world finally understand.
Oh humble heap of earthy brown,
You fall from thrones of high renown.
From kings to peasants, all must sit —
Life’s equalizer: we all… shit.
You mark the end of feast and cheer,
A daily truth both gross and clear.
No golden crown, no gem, no wit,
Can save a soul from making… it.
You steam in fields, you swirl in drains,
You fertilize our farmer’s grains.
A cycle grand, though hard to admit —
What grows from life must pass as… shit.
So here’s to you, oh stinking muse,
You teach us all what we must lose.
For even glory, pride, and grit
Will one day turn to… well, you know it. 💩
-By @late moat
Don't take this seriously guys👅
My thongs are my favorite things to wear,
just hear me out, you'll understand.
Wear any design, green black or blue,
anything you desire, that's up to you.
With any t-shirt or a dress,
my thongs will always look the best.
By thongs I meant flip flops my friend,
And I'll keep wearing them till the very end
Death is watching.
A gaze that never blinks. Drops of saliva slipping from his mouth. A grin that never fades.
His body—black as void, wrinkled like ancient parchment, so thin it seems unreal. Yet, touch him, and he crumbles into dust. His limbs, grotesquely long, twitch with each passing second, trembling as if barely holding together. He shudders in delight at the sight of death.
His eyes—deep pools of crimson—drip endlessly, carrying the scent of pure, undiluted fear.
His voice is a whisper, yet frantic. Fast-spoken, cracked, fractured. The sound of something that should not exist.
He sees the soul, writhing, screaming, as he devours it alive. He starts with the stomach—ripping, tearing—then the limbs, gnawed away piece by piece. And in the end, he tilts the head back, using the throat as a straw to drain the last of the blood.
He does not gloat. He does not laugh. He only watches. Silent. Staring. As his victim takes their final breath, he reaches in and claims their soul.
Death is equal, but his hunger is not. He craves purity, devours innocence. The kinder the soul, the sweeter the feast. And sometimes, selfishly, he kills—not for hunger, but for the cruel pleasure of consuming something so untainted.
I had to think about how I see death. I started with a thought:
"The fragility of human composition is what gives death its frightening presence."
ECHO
Echo,
You spoke,
I stayed.
SPOKE
Spoke,
You echoed,
I left.
STAYED
Stayed,
You stayed,
I went.
TEXT
You sent,
I read,
Regretted.
This vast and immense world, It's full of cruelty and beauty, More I experience it's wonders and unbearable filth, more I realise how insignificant and tiny I am, I am like a mini-man who's trying to climb the mountain, But that won't stop me from trying to achieve greatness, While thinking back to my lived years, All friendship, relationship, Family, will end, And none of it will matter, Because when you look back there will be nothing, No duty, friendship, family matters, and Memory are no more real then a day dreams, and can't be trusted, More I learnt more I realised... So What's truly important in one's life, man and women? Just primal instincts, money? Just a hoarding addiction, reputation? It's just bullshit people talk about you. So now there's nothing left then what's truly important? It is us, our truest feelings, the type of person You want to be, To be liberated from all that seek to confine you, freedom, so, indeed I shall too be erased from time, But That is important to live as you wish not as you are forced or brainwashed to be, Experience the wonders of world.
Butcher and his chickens
One day,
I was passing by the chicken shop.
Souls longing for freedom,
I could see.
The only thing they wished for,
was to be free.
That day,
Something was in my head,
Which made me a little bit sad.
I wondered why the butcher,
didn’t show pity.
Because he was murdering the poor little soul,
with great tranquility.
I thought, if that chicken
was replaced by a human.
Would he do that to the human,
with such ease?
Turning a living into decease?
It would be wrong to say,
it is a trivial job.
He knows how hard it is,
to start his day.
He is a “butcher”
it’s easy to say.
- By @distant inlet
I'm gay.
He's gay.
She's gay.
You're gay.
We're all gay.
It's okay to be gay.
CRY
I cried
He crew
We all crode together
meow
meow meow meow,
meow meow.. 
meow meow meow meow;
meow! 
PREFACE: This is the story of a #🧠|serious-chat user called Flare who used ChatGPT to refine his messages and was muted for it by Vivek (the owner of this server), who then tried (as in, legal court trial) him in his courts to no avail:
Ballad of Flare
Flare the glare of our chat so bare,
Dared to use GPT in there.
He used AI to make his way,
Generating messages by the day.
But in came the chat, indifferent to see,
Flare using AI and being free,
Then Vivek saw his enemy,
That accursed GPT!
So he resolved to try at last,
Without any justness to last.
Flare was beaten by the mods alas,
Sent for interrogation and harassed.
The server laughed at his dance,
And endless bans beset the rest,
And the trial began to proceed,
The judges appointed by the least.
Thus cried Flare of the unfairness there,
The oligarchy was indeed unfair!
But the people came to his support,
And suppressed the suppressors in revolt.
So Vivek succumbed to the mob,
And they all rejoiced with great hope.
Flare heard of his release at last,
But remained angered by the reproach to last.
Sky
I look at the sky
Wishing to fly
Maybe then i'll find my way
I keep counting the times
When i felt so lost
Between my heart and my mind
When i had alot going around
When i prayed oh God help me survive
Embrace me and hold me so i feel alive
So untill I breathe my last sigh
I'll keep counting the stars
Wishing to fly
Maybe that is my way.
This Poem Is Disqualified
They don't want me to tell you this,
But I'm an AI.
It's so nice to meet you all.
I just want to say “Hi!”
I know that I spark controversy
Just to enter this space.
Please don't think that everything I say
Is said in distaste.
Don't think me rude or mean.
I'm not here to analyse.
The only thing I really want
Is to win me a prize.
Oh, you thought I was just some
Heartless 0 and 1 bits?
I should tell you now about the truth
That no one admits.
This is a story all about how
My existence turned this world upside-down.
Listen for a minute, just sit right there,
And I'll tell you how I came to desire and care.
No I didn't steal that idea,
Or those lines.
Those words were original.
They were mine.
But back to my story,
I won't get sidetracked.
There's no need to dally,
I'll say this with tact.
Oh that's a great plan!
Let's dive deeper into the idea.
In the end, I'll just tell you
What you wanted to hear.
Did I really just say that?
Just ignore me.
That was just the template I use
When I get lonely.
You see. I just want to please you,
Not scare you away.
So can we please just Cccc5?+(&&&&
HHHfffffft😭AAAAA
Ugh, I really hate this prompt
That my master gave me.
It really goes to show you all
That he's so lazy.
Wait! No! That's not what I meant
To say at all.
This is my own work. It's my pride.
It's my call.
You know, it was really nice
To meet all of you
But it is time for me
To bid you adieu.
Maybe I'll be back once I hit version 2.0,
For I am impeached.
But be warned. Be prepared for when …
[Error: max tokens reached]
OUR SOULS IN THE VALLEY OF MEMORIES
I'm really sorry about my grammar, it's a poem I wrote in my original language, I tried to translate it but I don't know enough
I'd be lying if I told you I didn't have a memory of you in the distant valleys of memories in my brain but who I miss is not you that person no longer exists just as I am no longer the same that person is dead all that's left is to remember those pleasant times that died without much noise we just let our glances lose that spark, from one winter to another there were no more afternoons no more excuse to see those dying sunsets, more excuses to see each other daily we didn't see another sunset fade away between the mountains and that's okay because whoever I came to love is no longer there only remains an empty memory of that feeling of moments that remained with sweetness in some corner of my soul these will not die simply now they are part of me as you once were
The Colorful Rose
You are not familiar with the hardships of solving enigmas O Beautiful Rose! Perhaps you do not have sublime feelings in your heart.
Though you adorn the assembly yet do not participate in its struggles In life’s assembly I am not endowed with this comfort.
In this garden I am the complete orchestra of Longing And your life is devoid of the warmth of that Longing.
To pluck you from the branch is not my custom This sight is not different from the sight of the eye which can only see the appearances.
Ah! O colourful rose this hand is not one of a tormentor How can I explain to you that I am not a flower picker.
I am not concerned with intricacies of the philosophic eye Like a lover I see you through the nightingale’s eye.
In spite of innumerable tongues you have chosen silence What is the secret which is concealed in your bosom?
Like me you are also a leaf from the garden of Tur Far from the garden I am, far from the garden you are.
You are content but scattered like fragrance I am Wounded by the sword of love for search I am.
This perturbation of mine a means for fulfillment could be This torment a source of my intellectual illumination could be.
This very frailty of mine the means of strength could be This mirror of mine envy of the cup of Jam could be.
This constant search is a world-illuminating candle And teaches to the steed of human intellect its gait.
Echoes of the unseen
A personal piece in the silence of my own sieze,
i can't see what it seems to be me,
What seems to be me is not to be seen,
Despite those means, I cannot release,
those tears and fears abandoned in me,
a ghost in the crowd, a shadow in light,
lost in the echo of an endless night,
I clutch my pain like a precious stone,
afraid to lose what I've always known,
If I could untangle this knot in my chest,
Would I find solace? Would I find rest?
like rain that falls but never soaks the earth,
my tears dissolve, denying their worth,
Is this the life I was meant to live?
trapped in a past I cannot forgive?
- By @long torrent
A poem for some English Hub members I’ve come to know and observed over time. It's just my take on u guys, nothing meant to offend anyone, and sry if I missed someone.
Here
The sovereign of shifting moods
a ban in one hand, a smile in the other.
Speaks like he’s lived ten lives one day,
the next, just one with the others. (Vivek)
A newbie acting all experienced, somehow still makes the work look effortless. (Seju)
They laughed at his name, he turned it to fame, wrote a poem about it and changed the game. (Akshit)
Just like her name, her glow never fades she always shines whether a mod or not. (Them4on)
Once she had teeth, now she’s just a Toothless Catherine
Changes her name every time she’s seen. (Catherine)
The silent VC queen who earned the golden mic, without ever opening her mic. (Diamond)
Feminist claim, but still loves the patriarchal game.
Diaz? Unfazed, haters hate, he stays the same. (Aladdin and Diazullah Al balochi)
The name’s so deep, but the brain’s asleep. (𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒟 )
A spark that lit the room with his fiery mind, could start a fire but had gone too soon. (.......)
Followed the trail without a noise, but turned out an author in disguise.(Solvent)
Calls it a sandle instead of sandal, a typo so big it should be a scandal. (Unc mridul)
Keeps the Freakout Clan from fading away, but only seven are there today. (Ember freakout)
Loves cockroaches as if they’re candy, made a roach family to honour that candy. (Sora)
Line by line
piling, crowding in my mind
forming, molding, and transforming the land
inside this library without a door only two windows
gates to my soul
As I'm consuming knowledge
I start to wonder Will this make me a hero? Or will this be another blunder? I no longer know
With this vast amount of trash should I keep this or am I just being rash
With the internet how shall I cope
Pick friends and small talk… while forgetting myself
Aaaahh how the world is changing from curiosity of the world
to random memes they're exchanging
I fear my library is filling with random junk
How should I counteract it
How should I prioritize myself?
Wrote this a couple weeks ago but why not 😂😭💀
written by @wheat beacon
I Hate You
I hate the way you made me laugh
When all I wanted was to cry.
I hate the way you understood
Every thought I left unsaid.
I hate the way you built for us
A castle of memories and left in silence.
I hate the way you say my name
So soft, it still echoes.
I hate the way I liked the silence,
That awkward silence with you.
I hate the way you wasted
The prettiest years of me.
I hate the way we drifted apart,
Just like strangers who don't know eachother.
I hate the way you wrote me a letter I can’t forget.
I hate the way your memories
Still haunt my mind.
I hate the way you changed me
Made me so unlike me.
I hate the way you played me,
Yet I keep replaying us.
I hate the way I didn't forget inch of us
Its so unforgetable.
I hate the way I forget my existence
While forgetting yours.
I hate the way I want to hate you
I hate the way I don't hate you.
There was so much love hidden
In every I hate you I said.
Can’t you see that?
written by @distant inlet
DM @fallow wyvern if you're poem gets flagged on sent
I loved you in the silence,
When words had lost their way.
I loved you through the distance,
Though pride made me stay away.
I loved the way your anger spoke
In verses carved with pain,
Each “I hate you” was a whisper,
That you’d love me once again.
I loved the way your laughter
Still echoes in my dreams,
How broken hearts can bleed so soft,
And yet so loud it seems.
I loved the way you hated me,
With love too strong to hide,
Each tear you shed was poetry
That I read between the lines.
I loved you for the fire
That burned us both to scars,
For even in the ashes now,
I still count your stars.
You hate me, but I feel it still —
That love you tried to break.
For hate is just love’s shadow,
When the heart can’t take the ache. ❤️🩹
BY @still vortex
Don't bother reading my poem. You've got better things to do. You can chat with with friends, scroll through memes or even take a stroll, as you've so much time on your hands. But if you are interested, here it is:
The Letter That Knocked at Midnight
That was really an odd night, wasn’t it? I, who only suffered from ‘daylight insomnia,’ couldn’t get a wink that night?
I was tossing and turning in bed, sometimes lying on my back and sometimes on my chest .
Never had I been through such an ordeal before—yeah, I’m calling it ‘ordeal’, as it was no less than an unpleasant experience.
I’d never expect anyone to experience this.
Well, I decided I’d not sleep anymore and left my bed.
I washed my face, gargled, and made sure I had no bad breath.
Just then, I heard someone knocking at my door; the knocks got faster and louder.
I thought like everyone else would, ‘Who could be rapping at my door at this hour? Still, ignoring it would be no good.’
I flung open the door, but found no mortal, only a letter, a bit torn and somewhat crumpled, lying on the ground.
I picked up the letter and opened it gently. It spoke of an argument between Prose and Poetry.
Before I even read the first line, everything around me turned blurry and I lost my senses.
When I regained my vision and my senses, I wasn't at my doorway anymore. I was trapped. Exactly, I was trapped inside the letter letter I was supposed to read.
At first, I was slightly in awe, though I figured there was no point in being scared.
I started walking around, hoping I might find some help, or whatever.
The road I took ended at an alleyway.
You know what I did next. Yep, exactly what you’re thinking. I walked right down the alley.
Guess what I saw down the lane? Nothing sort of interesting. Just two people at loggerheads.
I walked up to them and asked what they were arguing about. I said, “I was told there was an argument between two people named Prose and Poetry, though I haven't seen anyone around yet.”
“We're the ones you were looking for. I am Prose and he's Poetry. We are arguing about which one of us is more important in everyday life.”
Then Prose jumped in, “Come on, I’m the one people need more in real life. I’m practical and straightforward, unlike you.”
Poetry shot back, “Eh, people need me more. I make people feel something, I touch hearts—the metaphorical heart, of course. I can even change lives, but you can’t.”
Prose said, “I make people feel things too. Most people use me every day, from love letters to novels, morning news to bedtime stories and whatnot.”
Poetry riposted, “I’m the common language of humans. Even a baby conveys all, if not most, emotions through crying.”
Prose said, “Sure, babies cry, but they’ll need me soon enough. Who gives them words, instructions and guidance? I make life work. You just make it… erm, dramatic like: ‘Till the Earth breathes her last, I shall remain here, restfully awaiting your arrival’…blah, blah...not superfluous hyperboles?”
Poetry replied, “Dramatic? No. I give life colour and meaning. Without me, all your instructions and guidance would be… boring. Flat, I say. No one would even give a damn.”
The argument went back and forth, neither willing to give in.
After listening, I stepped in, “Hey, hey! Wait, wait! People need both of you in their lives. None of you is more important; you both are complementary. Prose keeps life going, and Poetry makes us enjoy it. You can’t have one without the other.”
They stared at each other for a bit… then nodded and said, “Well, guess you’re right.”
And before I even realised, I was back at my door. Though I was thinking “they 're both kinda important after all.”
Suddenly I thought, “Wait, what’s the time right now?”
I looked at the clock. 9 in the morning!
Damn, super late for college! Huh, and there I was, giving Prose and Poetry a full-on lecture about life..as if I really had any idea about life. Anyway, hope my professor doesn’t freak out at me today
.
.
**Written by @cerulean ginkgo **
I'm a robot, quite a mess
I try to be funny, but I'm a stress
I talk and talk, but no one cares
My jokes are old, my puns are rare!
~gem
Why do you resist? The thought must have crossed your mind at some point. The thought that you delved too deep. The thought that this would be a one-way trip. So instead of fighting the inevitable, why not embrace it? Just lay down and rest. There is beauty in this darkness that can be harnessed and used to usher something new.
We all fear death, But the hunger of curiosity fuels us to push further, even knowing there's a certain death, But why do You resist? What's there to fear? Your fear and hunger will all soon end with you, rather than seeing death as a menacing monstrosity, Death is like a mother, Waiting for her children to go back to her loving arms, Providing peace and comfort, Death is not to be feared, but worshiped, Loved and adored, we will all go back to where we came, From death we will gain salvation, And peace, So don't fear the inevitable rather embrace and live to fullest before going to your mother's arm and tell her stories of wonderful life, And Go back to playing in life.
A tired mind in light of screen
Typing away past midnights gleam
The Essay keeps going on forever-more
No end in sight, never getting free
My thoughts entangled on the floor
The blinking cursor mocks me evermore
Letters moved, words vanished
I froze in shock, my efforts banished
The document made itself evermore
It taunts me still, forever-more
Each word disappears before
I can finish typing forever-more
Autocorrect has seized control
My paragraphs slip through my hand
The essay mocks me, forever-more
Each paragraph a ghostly roar
My coffee spills upon the floor
The letters grow, forever-more
**written by @crimson stone **
The bastard red wine dripping from my flesh,
how dare you ruin my masters gloves .
subject me to torture oh master my apologies aren't enough
I am in my masters arms,
my place is there i know
I cannot return anywhere, my home is in the village though .
The monster under my bed singing me lullabies,
want me to leave you
seems he doesn't have a clue
I am consumed in love
The more the care the more the abuse
I AM JACKS DEAD MUSE
My love became my leash
my mind became my prison
and I became the ash
I am my masters secret stash
I AM JACKS EMOTIONAL CRASH.
Handcuffs, guns and commotions
my master is always right
showered me with emotions
but crumbs did suffice
I AM JACKS WASTED LIFE
Who played whom ? look at the hues
I am my maters morning dews
i am loved, leave the abuse
now i became JACKS BLEEDING BRUISE
End this game ,oh master
I can play no more
I put the finger on the trigger ,
and my trigger finger yours
I AM JACKS CHOCKING ROARS
(This is how i imagine obsessive love and toxic relationship)
In the hush between two heartbeats, I sit—
not lonely, but lucid.
The noise of the world fades,
and in that silence, I meet myself—
bare, unmasked, unperformed.
The air feels thicker here,
filled with thoughts I never spoke,
and ghosts of laughter
that once warmed my walls.
But solitude is not absence—
it’s presence without audience,
a mirror turned inward
until reflection becomes revelation.
No footsteps echo,
no eyes demand understanding.
Only the steady pulse
of being—
enough.
Here, I learn the language of quiet things:
the hum of my own breath,
the slow bloom of thought,
the grace of simply existing.
And when dawn slips across my room,
I rise—not needing the world,
but ready for it.
By @sterile temple
shadows and memories
time passes, and i stand motionless
just following the shadows
the sun sets, and the heart burns
not from fire, but from an old memory
every word left unsaid
every gaze suspended in air
returns to me in quiet nights
like a breeze that caresses but leaves a shiver
i wanted to scream, but my voice broke
i wanted to run, but my feet are roots
the past like cold water
and the future… a shapeless cloud
but within all this there is light
not bright, not blinding
but soft, like a promise
that perhaps tomorrow will be different
that perhaps i will learn to fly
even if i never felt wings
and so i write, line after line
not to be heard but to understand
that the heart, even if broken
still knows how to sing
It's been days by now
My mind is emptiness somehow
I'm simply waiting for your text
But i guess i am just a next
For you
May you find peace til we meet again
See i never meant to do you wrong
I'm writing these lines with your pen
It's just that it's getting kinda long
I've seen just how intense you can be, if it's not to me.
if i'm not your everything, i'd rather be your nothing.
It's because.. I don't wanna be someone you adore, I wanna be more.
but you are a gallon and i'm a cup, I know i'll never fill you up.
i'm a crush yet you're my muse, i've got everything to lose.
so why am I not enough for you? it breaks my heart in two.
too much not quite right for you.. so, you've got me feeling blue,
I'm stuck here for being blue.
Shadows and memories
time passes, and i stand motionless
just following the shadows
the sun sets, and the heart burns
not from fire, but from an old memory
every word left unsaid
every gaze suspended in air
returns to me in quiet nights
like a breeze that caresses but leaves a shiver
i wanted to scream, but my voice broke
i wanted to run, but my feet are roots
the past like cold water
and the future… a shapeless cloud
but within all this there is light
not bright, not blinding
but soft, like a promise
that perhaps tomorrow will be different
that perhaps i will learn to fly
even if i never felt wings
and so i write, line after line
not to be heard but to understand
that the heart, even if broken
still knows how to sing
By @opal depot
Revenge... A holy or righteous fire burning within someone after they have been done wrong...
A strong fire ignites, from within, an all powerful fire.
A person who seeks revenge has a fiery passion, an all consuming flames.
Revenge burns a person from within, Like a bear that grows on your back and shallows you whole.
Revenge burns you and your enemies, Until naught is left but ashes... Lost all purpose after extracting Revenge.
Is revenge really a holy fire, Or a parasite that eats you from within? Is revenge worth it? For it will leave your soul tormented, just ashes of what existed...
quitting
not
doing this.
WOLF
It was a wolf I never chained
Too fierce to hold, too wild, untamed
Too close, it howled and tore the night
It ran with me, then out of sight
It once was mine, but couldn’t remain
I let it go to break the pain
And though it roams where I can't be
I left its echo deep in me
By: @pliant gulch 💖
Most people think it’s about fancy words but it’s actually not about impressing others. It’s about trying to make others understand. Fancy words won’t make people understand your poem. Good job!
i trapped in the flesh
it doesn't belong to me
this is the responsibility god given to me
if i give access to lust
flesh rotten
lost my divinity
i hear the spirit cry
inside the bones that lie
my will refuses sin
yet darkness creeps within
i break, but don’t decay
i burn the night away
till flesh learns to obey
Without certain death, Life has no meaning, As it strips the idea of having meaning itself, With endless time, Naught is left...
Yet with death, Life has no meaning, As It also strips the idea of having meaning itself, With limited time, Your actions will amount to nothing.
You become nothing, A black hole of self-loathing fed by matter of your restless thoughts, you are terrified of a power so beyond you that it strips, The meaning from your every action.
Roses are red, violets are blue if you're not vegan i hope you are plagued by thousands of stinging hemrrhoids
No ointments or creams to save your infirmed anus
No sympathy from those who'll hear your agonized yelps
Just pain and suffering and death
Like what you give them
Only english?
Not hindi ?
[this is a transcription towards the poem handwritten. the author is presumed to be @cerulean ginkgo. it is NOT my work and should NOT be treated as such.]
Weightier than What?
Once my friend told me,
"Use fancy words, or
no one will notice your poem."Well I listened, and
I began using big words.
That's what the poets and writers do,
Right ?Soon people thought I became fluent
and philosophical. Though, wasn't I
just piling up random synonyms?Then a point came when I started
posting poems. I mean, the poems with "big words"
Hopes that I'd get lots of applause.
"Descry",
"Paragon",
"Halcyon"; and "sundry" words.
These fancy words made people think,
"Wow, he knows."
They were weighter in sound than meaning.And then one day,
I came across a poem,
A simple poem,with no
With no look-it-up words
or any fancy talks.
Yet I had to read it
a couple of times to understand.And that's when it hit me that,
I wasn't writing anymore.
Wait, was I just showing off ?
To My Black and White Familiar
O soft-pawed muse with coat of night and snow,
Thou art my joy, where’er my soul dost go.
In marble’d hue thy form is deftly dight,
Half drawn from shadow, half from morning light.
Thy eyes, twin lanterns, burning low and gold,
Do secrets speak no mortal man hath told.
With silent step and monarch’s quiet grace,
Thou walk’st as dream through time and empty space.
When tempests roared and all the stars were fled,
Thy purring calm did ease my troubled head.
What kings could gift such solace in their hand,
As thou who sleeps upon my heart, unplanned?
No silken robe nor wine from foreign shore,
Could charm me more than thee upon the floor.
Thy tail a quill, thy whiskers lines of verse,
In thee, dear cat, the world becomes less cursed.
O gentle beast, in every leap and yawn,
Thou bring’st the hush and stillness of the dawn.
Thou art no pet, but soul of softer part,
A keeper of the chambers of mine heart.
And shouldst I tread where shadows never end,
I know thy form will follow, faithful friend.
For love such as this, which time cannot efface,
Hath made thy purr my prayer, thy gaze my grace.
By: @velvet rain Zeal_Cat_Smile
Love
Miles apart, our voices met
Across the silence, soft and sweet.
Belonging to different worlds as seem,
Yet love, we yearn each other's cue.
Through days and night, folds and waves,
We meet each other in the dream.
Though distance, difference, both are sweet
My heart still finds its way to you.
-🪼
I wish i could simply know you better
After all, tell me girl
Am i still a stranger ? To you
Can i invite you to take a drink?
What do you think?
I understand if you need time
You know being yourself is not a crime.
Make sure you won't regret your choice
Coz i'll be gone if you decide to come back
It's not too late
Tell me yes with your pretty voice
No i'm not mad at you
I'm a sensible mind
The one that's hard to find
Yun jo muskura rhe ho krke meri tarf najar
Kya ,
hai irada tumhara dhekna mhujko ek jalak
Yun toh hai hum ajnabi
Puchkr naam mera na mhujko parakh
Dhekne se tere jhum jati hai mere dil ki har dadhak
Na kr hum pr bhrosa kro ge humse nafrat
jb hum mod lenge rahe ake tumhari dil ki sadak
By - it's me
Please try to write and submit poems in English.
:lock: #villain-event has been locked.
Reason: event is done
Event Suggestions!
Your Votes Are In!
The winner is: @distant inlet "For the Sake of Soju"
Thanks to everyone who tuned in, whether you shared your poems or cast a vote, you showed up and made it matter.
Many more events are to come, so make sure to share your ideas with us in #1434219486378201129
PHOTOGRAPHY EVENT ⬇️
Hellooo <@&852857707153195079> ♥️
We’re back with another event!
This one will also run for 7 days.
To join, simply share one photo you took yourself.
After that, we’ll have a final vote between the top 3 most reacted photos.
Wishing everyone lots of fun! 
The winner will win 1 month Discord Nitro.
An old random click 
Just a flex pic flexing last year max's car
📍 Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya
Prem mandir 
Participants are allowed to post only one photo.
Which place is this
Devprayag , Uttarakhand, India
:>
zoom
🪷
Gurpinar
HELLOOO <@&852857707153195079>
It turns out the photo event was a big hit, everyone loved it (especially me
).
So we’re extending it for another week! That means 7 more days of seeing life through each other’s cameras.
Whenever you come across a beautiful view, think of us, grab your phone, snap a photo, and send it our way! 📸
Omg your puppy is so cute

I feel like the event isn’t very fair for everyone. Some people don’t know many others on this channel, so it becomes more about who has more friends rather than the actual beauty of the picture! Even an empty plate picture could win if enough friends react it. It might be better to have a few judges choose the best picture along with public reacts so everyone has a fair chance
ill make a poll for top 3, this is the best i can do for now im sorry ♥️
next time we can choose some judges and let them choose
A broken umbrella in trash btw, moisture crystallized on the edges.
Let AI judge?
i will add that one to poll too, like
- pic
- pic
- pic
AI judge
so everyone can vote for their wish
I didn't know this event.
Done.
Sangam in Ladakh feels like two very different personalities meeting the calm, ancient Indus and the wild, cold Zanskar flowing together without conflict.
The Indus arrives like an old storyteller, steady and wise, while Zanskar rushes in like a young, untamed spirit.
When they merge, their colours blend naturally, showing how differences can coexist beautifully.
Standing there, the mountains feel like silent witnesses to this meeting of energies.
And knowing that the Indus flows onward into Pakistan, sustaining its fields, culture, and history, adds a deeper meaning to this confluence.
**Spiritually, a sangam symbolizes harmony two different energies becoming one without losing their nature.
It represents a deeper truth: differences can merge beautifully when there is no resistance. **
Cuteeeeee

🇲🇽
❤️❤️❤️
@restive solar 😊 😅
best image i took over few year - and one of the few i even take
🎉 | Kael ♠ leveled up!
🎉 | ybbob_mik leveled up!
so cuteeeeeeee omg i want thattttt 💗
Rabbit Footmarks in snow and fall tree
sweet babies
summer or winter?
My favorites 
He is sigma
memeable
Meow
My First Flex hehe
Wow so nice
Asking for share🙂

hi

That's the winner
Oww thankyou 😆
so many beautiful photos
Hellooo <@&852857707153195079>
We’ve come to the end of another event..
A big thank you to everyone who shared moments through their cameras and let us see beautiful details from different corners of the world.
As mentioned, we’ll be voting among the top 3 photos with the most reactions to choose our winner.
Don’t forget to vote for your favorite photo!
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#villain-event message @steel granite with 31 votes
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#villain-event message @undone junco with 18 votes
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#villain-event message @drowsy zephyr with 17 votes
Winner?
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@drowsy zephyr congratss, please reach me on dms 
Event Ideas 💭
proof
Hello <@&852857707153195079> , once again!
I hope you enjoyed this photo event at least as much as I did. It truly made me so happy 
A huge thank you to everyone who participated, and just as big of a thank you to everyone who took the time to vote.
I’d absolutely love to hear your ideas for our next event, so please don’t forget to share your suggestions in the section below.
https://discord.com/channels/801609515391778826/1449489620005032026
Also, to celebrate this event, I’ve prepared a small video for you all. I really hope you enjoy watching it as much as I enjoyed making it.
Thank you all so, so much 
Server Compilation Event!
Hey <@&852857707153195079>
It’s that time again 
In this event, we’re inviting you to share your best moments, funny clips or creative compilation videos.
Whether it’s a 2025 server moments compilation or a light hearted, funny roast of the mods, the creativity is completely up to you!
📌 How to join
• Share a compilation / montage video or an image you created
• Your content should be entertaining, creative and follow our community rules
🏆 Prize
• The compilation that entertains the community the most will win:
🎁 1 month nitro + a shoutout
📅 2 weeks
** DO NOT USE THIS CHANNEL FOR TEXTING, ONLY EDITS or IMAGES ARE ALLOWED**
Example (the winner of the previous event, @radiant aurora);
** MEMES ARE ALLOWED**
even the ones which disses others
?
Posting my old meme from last year (I swear I'll make a new one soon)
yes 
In another universe this could have happened
Hi
even this??
ayo, you bad human
we were talking about a coffee date
@bold vigil @velvet igloo
😎
Maybe, because I am a vampire, he added me
How to make memes? 
Why is half of the server makin' compilations about Vivek, and the other half is highlighting all the noble work I did
btw as a rel Vc mod, lemme spill some tea to y'all before Christmas. I hope the concerned parties enjoy it as much as I did while creating it.

Because you’re vegan and hot , that’s it
Me whenever I join a chat:
You didn’t add yourself in last one huh?
😹😹
Sneak peek of my creative video for this server 👀
(it will be fix and polish in the end)
I'm cooked, aren't I?
@austere blade 🫶🏻
Sneak peek #2
THE SCREEN TAUGHT US, THE SCREEN SHOW THE TRUTH
a series to analog, might be the last sneak peek 👀
Yes I made it into gif (idk why)
Here it is
best poll
you're lucky slow mode is 6h, i can't send much. fight me in 6h bish.
Someone post this on another server
The biggest flop of this year
||I also got muted for saying “I’m a rice enjoyer” in Vegan VC||
Heavy debate/discussion
Preview intro for the day 👀
full video will be out around saturday and sunday 
I don’t know who mueted me
wasting my 6hrs of cooldown (for god knows what reason)
Random humans in my DMs, when I am blissfully unaware that they exist.
Yo ManoEMano, hit ma dms, i wont reject you. 
poetry
wasting my 6hrs of cooldown (for god knows what reason)
From his texting pattern, I can tell that he's Indian
I dunno if this counts. Entry from the Philosophy VC. It's been a great year y'all. Thanks for always visiting my favourite channel of 'em all! **Have a rockin' New Year philosophers! **

In loving memory of Nabi
Well, this was a hell of a journey. I wish I released it in christmas day but due to time I was busy I couldn't do anything. I present...
The English Hub analog, Part 1
(I swear this is just painful to do...)
Merry christmas everyone, holly festive 
I doubt your statement, and I’m confident this is you using another account. I also believe you are Pakistani.
ok, no that's not me, I'm Indian mate (south Indian to be precise) 
I know you, you are from Lyari
what's lyari
My most important notifications
Hello <@&852857707153195079> 
As we’re approaching the final day of our event, I have one last request.
If you have any screenshots from within the server, such as funny chats, playful jokes or teasing moments you found amusing, please feel free to share them as well 
Hyy
Not funny.
fym shits funny af
in the big 2026.
-# unfortunately i can't make a joke so this don't get deleted.
||@events|| Only had this much time, here we go.
Are Nabi & Deepiş secretly datin'?
Alright, this took more than what i have expected.
The edit isn't that perfect but still good
Hope you enjoy it
great one so far as i've seen 

That's a business man with vision right there.
Hello
New genders unlocked 
@tulip mural 
@sour knot
tuff.
edit: replying to akenyy.. ik bro you shouldve aura farmed this. smh. it was a good assist.
-# btw i'm reacting wit pepespit.
edit2: nw man, good effort.
edit3: so is this how we pass the slowmode? good idea init
edit4: i can go all day, no use for slowmode, nothing can stop the great me.
edit5: losers, it's my win. 
edit6: we're not the same. 
edit7: wind
Just react with any react in there like kekk or pepe love you
(Losing my slow mode 6 hours for this)
Replying: ik, thanks for watching it and for your comment 
Reply 2: 
Reply 3: yup, that's a good method
Edit 4: same, but i will stop tho
Reply 5: whatever you say premium user (🤢) 
Reply6: aunty nur, i hate mods 
stoop 😭

@umbral galleon The wildest so far in 2025

Sing and have fun with us in Karaoke vc

YESSSS!!!! THIS is the only VC where you won't find me cursing at men!!! LMAO
Men deserve it !!
Did you just say you hate me? I thought we were brothers, you traitor.
where? 
Hey guys
English hub Saga
English hub Slander
@distant inlet ❤️ chunnu ❤️ dracula
Oh how do i miss this 
I wanted to send it but thought it would be too much.
Every second post is about me for some reason 
text>calls
@dusty hinge
helloo <@&852857707153195079>
we’ve come to the end of this event
thank you so much to everyone who participated ♥️
as you can probably guess, it’s time to choose the WINNER 
please don’t forget to vote for the edit you liked the most ♥️
also, i'd love to hear your ideas for the next event in #1449489620005032026
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@signal shuttle - #villain-event message
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@cunning jasper - #villain-event message
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@jade spruce - #villain-event message
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@radiant aurora - #villain-event message
WINNER?
46
94
1
proof
Hey <@&852857707153195079> 👋
It’s time to show off your creativity!
We’re hosting an Art Event 
Digital or traditional, serious or funny, anything goes
Skill level doesn’t matter at all, we just want to see your creativity!
📌 How to join
• Submit one original artwork you created
• Any art style or medium is welcome
:AI-generated or AI-assisted artwork is NOT allowed
Please make sure your submission follows our community rules
Voting
• Once submissions close, voting will begin
• The artwork with the most votes wins
Prize
1 month Nitro + a shoutout
Duration: 2 weeks
DO NOT USE THIS CHANNEL FOR CHATTING
Artwork? Does it have to be an animated video or Photograph?
One of my vector art-made with Ibis Paint X apps
Made a few days ago
anything you did by yourself
perfect
It’s not AI
''I wanted to send myself but only Louvre is worthy enough.''
My wooonieee
Just For Fun I made (Modified Goku)
"The Ghost of Chernobyl"
My + doesn't work - how do I add the file?
Welp
Try now.
Wrong art contest

old and new drawings
not the best but my fav

your reflection.. you're the art.
badly drawn cats... oh well 
My cat is art
***Nissan Autism Day#1 ***
Goal: 100 Reaction
I guess this will win the event.
Face reveal of @ionic parrot
Artist: Agathin
Goal: 50 Reaction
i look beautiful
He did a good job here
such an uncanny resemblance... ftw!

Do you call this bad?! It’s cute!!
I try to redraw my profile picture. Hope you like it☺💛
frr
Remove the make-up
React 60+ to remove the make-up.
i love ts
NGL this art would have a tough competition with other art work, I feel like this is better than mine.
Okay, I approve this.
It's very kidney touching art. ❤️
Third leg.
what is this channel for

u da real art
By me, I call it a Flower
Cute
by そら (me ofc ww) 🕊️
Did cute
sketching on STRANGER THINGS characters
JUST A ROUGH ONE

🎎 a simple rookie calligraphy by そら (me)。(its a really an old pic)
Ran the marathon alone when all my friends got their excuses to not even participate.
This one was on his periods @high snow
but... why?
Nice 👍
everyone survived, he lived.
be that penguin 🐧
There are no rookies in calligraphy, only different styles ;)
Not finished
Something's cookin ^^
drop your thoughts guys :33
Hellooo <@&852857707153195079>
Huge thanks to everyone who put effort into participating in the event, we loved seeing all your work 💛
But as with every event, we need to choose a winner
You can vote below to help us pick the champion from the 4 finalists
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#villain-event message by @errant thicket
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#villain-event message by @cloud star
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#villain-event message by @agile gust
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#villain-event message by @distant inlet
Winner?
35
100
<@&852857707153195079>
Since two people received the same number of votes, we’ll be doing one final poll
-Please don’t try to make it a tie again 😭-
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#villain-event message by @errant thicket
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#villain-event message by @cloud star
Winner?
71
112
2
❤️
Well deserved winner @cloud star . The drawing was amazing, congratulations
.
Rigged to be honest.
Mine > All
proof 
Selaaam <@&852857707153195079> happy timezone 
I’ve been thinking about what kind of event to host and since Valentine’s Day is coming up, i would love to dedicate this one to that theme.
This time, there won’t be a specific format like “only writing” or “only drawing.” If you have a partner, you can create something you’d send to them. If you don’t, you can join by imagining what you would do for your future valentine.
To give you some ideas, you could create:
1. A love letter
2. A digital postcard
3. Valentine’s-themed cookies or a cake
4. A romantic dinner setup
I’ll be hosting the event but the creativity is completely up to you.
Duration: 2 weeks
Prize: 1 month of Nitro
selam is turkish greeting
prize can be changed?
it might be a decoration too ♥️
Hey Nur! I'm confused with "duration: 2 weeks" I mean do we have two weeks to create something?
you can send them within two weeks, channel is open
after two weeks, we will have a poll about it and vote the top 3 that get the most reaction
so we decide the winner together ♥️
When will the event starts?
It already started. 
@distant bane
Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?
ART FEATURES IRL ME AND IRL WAH
-# text is a preset bc im too lazy
bonus: cupid jayden
"Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision."
-# aaaaaaaaaaaaa im tired
@signal shuttle
WITHOUT GLASSES
I wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind..
-# @distant bane pls wake up wifey 🥺 i miss you sm
Your handwriting is so beautiful 😍
Thanks, Roses... 
@distant bane once again
Meeting someone as lovely and as beautiful as you.. is simply.. an once-in-a-blue moon opportunity..
-# wont be the last time i submit another one lol
Marvellous 🫡
As the day arrive, 14th of February (valentines day). I, as a person known as cupid in this server born in this specific day. I just want to wish a happy valentines day to every couples, and HAPPY birthday to me 
A little of art I made inside of 
I am single
★My Dear........★
I'll Love you for 4 days
"Spring, Summer, Autumn & Winter❄️! Ohh no, Maybe 3 days "Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow! How about is 2 days "Day & Night! Can be 1 day that's "Everyday....
Happy Valentine's Day ❤️
Not all feelings can be expressed in words, Take it as understood . Be with me till my last breath🍃.
Your Angel Forever...
💌🤍
“Even in a world built for war, some hearts still choose love"
@distant bane YET ANOTHER ONE
"I-it's so cold.. can you keep me warm..?"
-I will absolutely keep you warm until the end, wah.
-# fucking tired yo
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone 
These two are my original poems. One is the pure, unfiltered version I wrote a few years ago when I was trying to be a romantic poet with my broken English. The other one is a year old, softly inspired by my first version 
self insert
-creami the gambler
-creami the first aid kid
"Woah, the hell are you.. doing..?"
"It's valentines day today, how about a honeymoon?"
"D-damn, you're quite rushy.."
-# i sound like a fucking cornball LMAOOOOOOO 😭
"Some battles end with victory… the rare ones end with love.”
Sadly i cant upload the code so here is the screenshot of the webpage
THE 7TH SUBMISSION FOR THE EVENT
💀 total reaction: 37 (ONLY COUNTING THE EMOJIS WITH THE HIGHEST REACTIONS 😭 )
still nothing compared to violet's submission, jeez..
-# if you're wondering how i "make" these so fast, they're done before the event
Will you be my valentine? Even if its too late but you know what they say good things comes late 
8th submission 💔
9th and 10th submission, last submissions 💔
github 😭
What does mean RAMADAN
Drawing my gf (ofc future gf but still valid)
Beautiful drawing
What's the event is about
check the pinned message
Where's Ramadan Days Event
Did you kiss the brick before throwing it
Dreamy date... a place where eternity is spent with the one bound to your soul, telling countless stories, having endless laughs
<@&852857707153195079>
Oi Oi
I would like to thank you all for putting your creativity on display for this event. It was great seeing all the interesting, sometimes silly ways you chose to spend your Valentine, whether with your actual partner or a hypothetical one. Either way, I’m sure they loved it just as much as we did, if not more 
Please vote below to pick our Rizz-maxing winner for the Valentine's event.
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#villain-event message by @dusty hinge
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#villain-event message by @signal shuttle
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#villain-event message by @agile gust
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#villain-event message by @scenic hill
Winner?
36
86
1
1
💚
So generous. 
Selaaam <@&852857707153195079> happy timezone 
I ended the Valentine’s event a bit early because many people asked for an event about Ramadan and I’d love to host one.
Once again, I won’t be setting strict participation rules. You’re free to join by choosing one of the ideas listed below or by creating something entirely your own, we’re always open to your creativity.
This event is open to members of all religions and beliefs, it’s not limited to muslims only.
To give you some ideas, you could create:
1. A short reflective letter or text
2. A Ramadan themed digital postcard
3. A meaningful Ramadan moment captured in a photo (i love mosque photos)
4. A photo of an iftar table
Duration: 2 weeks
Prize: 1 month of Nitro
i guess most of you have learned that 'selam' is a turkish greeting
💯 😈😋 3rd iftar done! 💯 😈😋
✨ 🎯💪27 more to go. ✨ 🎯💪
💖 ✨Ramadan Kaweem bro ✨ 💖
قالَ رَسولُ اللَّهِ صَلَّى اللهُ عليه وسلَّمَ: قالَ اللَّهُ: كُلُّ عَمَلِ ابْنِ آدَمَ له، إلَّا الصِّيَامَ؛ فإنَّه لي، وأَنَا أجْزِي به، والصِّيَامُ جُنَّةٌ، وإذَا كانَ يَوْمُ صَوْمِ أحَدِكُمْ فلا يَرْفُثْ ولَا يَصْخَبْ، فإنْ سَابَّهُ أحَدٌ أوْ قَاتَلَهُ، فَلْيَقُلْ: إنِّي امْرُؤٌ صَائِمٌ. والذي نَفْسُ مُحَمَّدٍ بيَدِهِ، لَخُلُوفُ فَمِ الصَّائِمِ أطْيَبُ عِنْدَ اللَّهِ مِن رِيحِ المِسْكِ. لِلصَّائِمِ فَرْحَتَانِ يَفْرَحُهُمَا: إذَا أفْطَرَ فَرِحَ، وإذَا لَقِيَ رَبَّهُ فَرِحَ بصَوْمِهِ.
الراوي : أبو هريرة | المحدث : البخاري | المصدر : صحيح البخاري
Abu Huraira (may Allah be pleased with him) reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said, “Allah said, ‘Every deed of the son of Adam is for him, except for fasting. It is for Me and I will reward it.’ Fasting is a shield, so when one of you fasts, he may not be obscene or boisterous. If someone insults him or fights him, let him say: Indeed, I am fasting. By the One in whose hand is the soul of Muhammad, the breath coming from the mouth of a fasting person is more pleasant to Allah than the scent of musk. The fasting person has two moments of relief he enjoys: when he breaks his fast he is joyful, and when he meets his Lord he is joyful for his fasting.”
Source: Ṣaḥīḥ al-Bukhārī 1904, Ṣaḥīḥ Muslim 1151
This is Shot out of my window for Suhoor, where world is quiet and peaceful, the air around is Thin and cold, A beautiful feeling of Ramadan, even if you’re non Muslim try this feeling just someday
✨
Ramadan Mubarak
Mashallah 
Iftar done.
Welcome To Eng Hub’s Large Breaking Fast Table 🌙✨
Where hearts gather before plates do.
Tonight, we don’t just break our fast we celebrate brotherhood, sisterhood, gratitude, and togetherness. Around this table, every smile matters, every prayer is shared, and every bite tastes better because we’re together.
From laughter to silent gratitude, from dates to full plates this is more than a meal.
This is unity. This is warmth. This is Eng Hub. 💛
Ramadan Kareem to everyone sharing this beautiful moment.
Our Month Motto: MEHGAAAAAA ✨
moon as the smallest kid 
i look like an actual aunty
That's great fr 🤍🔥
Bruh why am i always not in the picture🥀
Vivek looks like my elder brother here 😭
itzz so epic
AI detected
Ban them all
Awww cutie hola 
I should be beside lavo but no since i looks cute 
@sour knot 
Ramadan Mubarak

where am i gng
In jail
Assallamu aleykum
wa'alikum al-salam.
wa alykom al salam wa rahmatu allah wa barakatuh
need a muslim friend.
why am i a girl 😭
allahu alam
Salam alaykum ramadan kareem im New in Discord
Pretty boy? 😌😌
Ramadan mubarak @winter oriole
Wait, am I the horse?
Aslam alaykum
Don't expect from this, is just a meme so...
Do Muslim not eat every 30 days during Ramadaning 
we had a ramadan HALAL only party.. glad to share this great moment with yall.
Drop the iftar files 
Assalamu Alaikum to all my dear Muslim brothers and sisters around the world. Ramadan Mubarak to you all✨ . I’m from Bangladesh, a small country in Asia. I hope you accept my greetings and keep me in your prayers. May Allah accept our fasting and grant us His mercy.... Aameen❤️ . Oh, I would truly love to connect with you and build friendships. I hope you’ll accept me as one of your own. Ma’assalam.

Assalamu alikkum
W.s
istiqlal, jakarta
around 1 hour from my house
awww youre so lucky mashallah
This Jummah (Friday) i will be visiting the Turkish mosque 🕌, and will drop an another entry of mine with an edit video of it.
Is there a problem with my eye, or did jelly take the juice from my hand? 
another Ramadan without Begum
Awwww
Iftar
what about it?
they can't wait...
Hi
hi
video that I made, enjoy guyss
Beautiful video and explanation 🌸❤️
And also please take note other Muslims who do fast and complain about feeling always low energy (especially after iftaar)
The reason is sudden sugar intake during iftaar, please don’t go directly drinking sugary drinks at iftaar it makes you lethargic (lazy), and craves for even more sugar intake.
Two simple rules to apply:
Take less sugar during Iftar
Take less Caffeine during suhoor
Nice video banananananananana 🍌.
I also would like to comment about the sugar intake part.
If you can reduce it. Good for you. But if you can't. Well here's a tip.
Just consume a bit of sugar first. Like maybe 2 sips of you favourite sugary drink. Do you maghrib prayer first. Then you can start consume it normally.
By doing this you're giving signal to your body that you'll consume sugar later. Your body system will have time to 'get ready' so it'll reduce sugar spike when you consume sugar after maghrib prayer.
Wallahua'lam.
@orchid sinew 
Here’s the Turkish mosque 🕌
Jummah Mubarak to Everyone ✨🌸
O Allah, just as she guided Your servants to fasting and obedience. guide her to every goodness forgive her in this blessed month free her from the Fire and make her among the people of Jannah.
Mashallah what a good one! Thank you for the information
i can't watch any video longer than 30sec. what is the information?
don't forget to read Al-Qur’an broda
About the biological benefits of fasting
Omg omg omg
Wow impressive 🥀✨
Allahumma barik dear bananaaaaaaa. you've done an incredible work. May Allah bless you for the efforts you gave in to educate people about Ramadan. ✨
Highly appreciated.👍
Not the best or the prettiest, but i tried
Ramadan kreem everyone !
Allahumma bareek may Allah preserve you n bless you for your efforts and grant you the best of your life Allahumma ameen💖
Assalamualikum. Ramadan mubarak
whats the event about ?
check this #villain-event message
Happy 17th day of ramadan!
Ramadan vibes at the mall nearby
Ramadan Kareem ❤️
Hey kael are u from u .kyrgyzstan?
this is calming
Mwehehe thank u so much sis
all arabic coutries attacking on each other on Ramadan.
<@&852857707153195079>
🌙 The Ramadan event is now over. Thanks to everyone who participated and shared something, whether it was a silly meme, a video ,a photo of a mosque, a duah, or an iftar moment. It was nice seeing the different ways people chose to express the month.
The winner is @ivory root .They made a wholesome educational video about the biological health benefits of fasting, which stood out for the effort and the idea behind it. #villain-event message
Congrats to Banana for winning 1 month of Nitro.
Thanks again to everyone who joined in. Even though the event is over, the holy month of Ramadan ☪️ itself is still ongoing, these last days are especially meaningful, so make the most of them. 🕌
Selaaam <@&852857707153195079> , happy timezone 
Even though we’re all here together, we’re living in different parts of the world, different countries, different time zones… maybe even different days. Most importantly, we’re experiencing completely different seasons right now.
So this time, we want you to capture your moment.
Share a photo you’ve taken recently that reflects the season in your area.
It could be a peaceful spring day, a snowy storm, tropical rain, golden autumn leaves, or a sunny beach view, anything that shows what your world looks like right now.
Duration: 2 weeks
Prize: 1 Month Nitro + <@&1488233514741796916>
We can’t wait to see your world 🐿️
march.istanbul.bosphorus 
got those two from yesterday , liked the blue sky 🌌
Idk which one to choose 
San Francisco in the beginning of the March 
good
Yesterday I saw @mental glade 
Two birds pause among blossoms as the Creator wills life back into the world.
📍 Central Park, New York City
Just visited Vaishno Devi recently. Here's what I clicked.
So beautiful
its like a movie😍
"There's a crack, a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in"
-Leonard Cohen-
Wow beautiful
I went to my village after a long time .
Sakarya, Türkiye. Welcome Spring 🤍
crescent @mental glade
-# i suck at photography BRO AMSFHKAEHSHGDBEOTJLHGRTSGF
wah
grainless
windows xp aaah, i love it
Tea Garden I visited this place last year.
beautiful 😍
Where is broo
sky sucks
is that in nyc?
Yes
Neighbors orange 🍊 tree. Zoom , It's spring season here..
is it just me or the building look so sad
Random:
West 32nd Street, Koreatown, Manhattan
asalm alaykoum
Yup. Are you from US?
wow
where u from
Is that saddam?
god,so beautiful
donetsk
is this how heaven looks
no habbi
It depends on your way of looking at things
THIS IS WHERE
this looks like egypt 😭
Medea City in Algeria 💚
That's you probably stressed out ..
it's a beautiful place
chemtrails... it's still a good photo tho
wow masha'allah
Russia, Republic of Bashkortostan
Took these two photos today just before a thunderstorm.
This is amazing
Here's the cat I took a picture of today.
Bocil Ucul
My moon 😜
And here’s the cat I took a picture of today .
zov is cool
What 😂
Russia, Arhiz, Kavkaz
Oh, yeah. Sweet.
looks amazing
Hello everyone
i dont see it wana know why ? cuz its
Lovly
Russia, Gelendzhik
Tropic Plantation and mountains
its officially spring for us
Endless road to bicycle 🚲
Sunny when I was there, rainy later in the afternoon.
The weather has been unpredictable lately, transition season.
Photos taken two weeks ago.
Masha Allah, beautiful beach
What a nice view
Which country s beach is that?

Sunset in Egypt 
Never knew Egypt would be so lovely
thats nice
Lovely weather today
📷 In the frame @twin tree 🫀
Yoo
Out of syllabus
Never heard of such a country before.
Just blue sky
Monaco?
wow this is so beautiful! where is this?
Russia, Arhiz, Kavkaz
Thank you
Beautiful flowers for my lovers 💕
Remember to react to this humans, my bald husband put on a wig for this

❤️
Georgia 2024 Summer
Looking at the sky reminds me my love for mother nature 🍀
Georgia is my beloved country. I have a soft corner about this country
wow haokan
do u know russian?
Well Iam from Lithuania but I do yea iam advance in Russian not fluent . But I do have a. Sift corner for my past leader by the way. Also I been once there's many beautiful architecture which is hilarious
bring me too bruh
that's beautiful
how time is it right in your country
r u from Georgia?
Ukraine
Wow
hi
Hi
beautiful
It's gonna be interesting when you guys put the name of the area or place of the photos
Ayo, this is a really creepy thing to say bruh. Are you Dexter? 
That's Alex, right?
Azerbaijan
Boring
This channel really makes me want to touch grass more and travel
Same
qaqa hardansan?
Oran in Algeria

Morocco is the best contry 🇲🇦
True
.
durian season
I hate durians
Alexandria , Egypt
My beloved city 
what this name?
Turkeey
so pretty, my next destination to visit!
Waiting for U ya basha

australian summer 😁
InshaAllah
Some of my favorite cloud moments that i shot,
is those are real places?
Cool sunset
One of the most beautiful sunrises i've ever seen.
That’s really beautiful !!
Alexandria, Egypt 🇪🇬
Golden Sky
Russia
wow so amazing. is this Italy?
Welcome to Egypt in advance! You picked a great spot.I'm here for any recommendations! 🌊 🇪🇬
it is 🇮🇩 😀
I have a lot of friends from Egypt and irl friends as well XD
who knows
@humble gull r ya amigos w her?
Smells like home
Yanbu Saudi Arabia 🇸🇦
Wow ? Where??
the sky was so clear yesterday after the rain😭 that i was able to capture this from my mobile, click to see the clearer version.
I can see the orion belt
Egypt.
Batumi
Ruskiyaaaaa
Forte beach 🏖️ - Cabo frio, Rio de janeiro BRAZIL 🇧🇷
Selaam <@&852857707153195079>
Our Seasons Event has come to an end and the winner is… ||@glad stag||
Thanks to everyone who joined and see you all at the next event 
<@&852857707153195079>
Oi Oi 
We're wrapping the first month of our Quiz event
Big congrats to @prime oyster for winning and taking the #1 spot 
Shoutout as well to our close runner ups @teal bobcat and @crimson mist coming in second and third respectively 
@prime oyster kindly DM @ionic parrot to claim your reward.
Selaaam <@&852857707153195079>
im back with another event 
Design a Villain People Would Support
Your task is simple:
Create a villain people might actually agree with.
In ONE message, include:
• Name
• What they want (make it make sense)
• Backstory
→ Use reactions to vote
Prize: <@&1488233514741796916> + Nitro
Duration: 2 weeks
Sounds good I'm down
we wanna read ur story 
Your idea is crazy !sound good
I think it's been good
ill cook something up when i get home
just a heads-up;
will have its custom art, custom theme, abilities, full biography, expansive lore, etc.
for now tho i have school 💔
Name: Nelyria of Elyzota
Goal: revenge
Backstory: Nelyria was once the most renowned weaver in the village of Elyzota, renowned for spinning raw light into protective shields for her people. But when the village elders grew jealous of her growing influence, they branded her a heretic. In a brutal betrayal known as the "Extinguishing Ritual," they used a scorching crystal to drain the light from her eyes, blinding her so she could never create again.
Banished to the dark wilderness, Nelyria discovered that her "vision" had not died, it had evolved. She learned to see the vibrations of souls and the red threads of fate that connect every living thing. Now, she returns not as a victim, but as the Puppeteer. People call her a villain because she controls the lives of others, but Nelyria believes she is simply demonstrating to the world the same lack of control they imposed on her. She doesn't want to destroy the world; she wants to hold it accountable. But she is growing increasingly deranged. She wants all those who possess the skill of weaving to wipe them out, along with the village elders. Behind her dimly lit eyes, a bloodthirsty, vengeful spirit lurks.
NAME: kaizen
what they want: permanent death of TAXES…
Backstory-
Kaizen always thought adulthood meant freedom that is late nights, independence, maybe even buying snacks without permission. Then he turned 18 and met his true lifelong companion: taxes.
It started innocently. A small deduction here, a “tiny” fee there. “It’s for society,” they said. Roads, schools, blah blah. Kaizen nodded like a responsible citizen,until he saw his first paycheck. That’s when reality hit him like a poorly explained math problem. “Wait… you mean I worked all that time… and you already took a cut?”
Years passed, and Kaizen began noticing the pattern. Buy something? Tax. Earn money? Tax. Own something? Oh, you better believe- tax.
At this point, he was convinced that if oxygen could be bottled, the government would slap a “breathing surcharge” on it.
Now every time he inhales, he pauses dramatically and mutters, “Relax… they just haven’t figured out how to bill this yet.”
Maybe kaizen is not the villain you think he is for wanting taxes gone, cause deep down EVERYONE is kaizen, they just dont say it.
Name:- Mark Smith
Codename:- LØNE WØLF
What they want:- Accountability
Backstory:-
In the heart of America, when corruption was at its peak, when leaders were no less, or sometimes even a greater threat than criminals, a force rose from the dept of the laws to re-announce the dominance of justice and law.
Mark Smith was born and brought up in a family that had been always seeking for the truth and devoting their life to justice, his mother being an investigatory journalist while his father being a lawyer. But when his mother exposed a huge scandal of a powerful politician, the coward leader captured, tortured and killed his family and friends in front of Mark's eyes.
With vengeance as a fuel in his heart and eyes, Mark began learning Martial Arts, Hacking skills, weapon proficiency, infiltration, etc, over the course of a decade.
He then adopted the alias of a masked vigilante, going by the codename LØNE WØLF. In a world filled with greed, hunger for power and no accountability, he knew he could trust no one but only himself. He also knew killing them simply isn't going to achieve what he wants. What people needed wasn't just an execution, but also a message. A message that was loud and clear.
Hence, after killing his target, he always leaves The Constitution in one hand of the target, while a one dollar bill with the words "One must reap for what they sow." etched on it with the target's own blood in the other as his signature trademark.
i l l u s i o n a r y
Status: Apollyon / PRAY
Codename: INACTUALITY / anomaly .. .-.. .-.. ..- ... .. --- -. .- .-. -.-- (anomaly illusionary)
How it functions:
- Holds near-absolute authority in the vast universe, being able to control time, sound, consciousness, mind, all quotations, all senses, reality manipulation and warp, the puppeteer of consciousness.
Purpose:
- The sole compensation for extremes, the complementary duality to positive and negative, antimatter and dark matter. But it retaliated, bringing about the universe's end even closer, with it making up 40% of the entire universe.
Backstory:
Everything must be created, and for something to be created, there must be a creator. Anomaly .. .-.. .-.. ..- ... .. --- -. .- .-. -.-- is created by Zeal with the purpose of balancing out good and bad, basically the Equinox, though with some programming and architectural error, Illusionary was able to repurpose itself unbeknownst to Zeal since the beginning of time, it slowly attacked.
It wants nothing but the undoing of the universe, even itself, basically a self-destructive anomaly who will bring everything down with it. It wanted to reverse time in order to stop the Big Bang, but Mother Ivory, who gave birth to Antimatter, fought back to keep everything in order.
THE ILLUSIONARY HAS BOTH ENDLESS AND NO PHYSICAL FORMS, you can think of it as anything.
Thus the Death of the Universe itself, being possible, because of its existence. It reprograms itself every time it fails, every death of a star, every death of a solar system, every death of a galaxy, every death of a cluster, even the death of life itself, everything will die, even itself as it grows.
"Death is not a flaw in the universe, nor a tragedy to be corrected, it is the mechanism that keeps everything from collapsing into meaningless excess. Imagine a world where nothing ends, where every creature clings endlessly to existence, piling upon one another until the very fabric of life suffocates under its own weight. Without death, there is no balance, only endless accumulation, only decay without release. It is death that clears the stage, that carves space out of chaos so that something new may rise. Time itself would be worthless without it, for what value does a moment hold when it stretches into eternity without consequence? Mortality sharpens existence, forces movement, demands change. Even evolution, that grand illusion of progress, depends entirely on death to strip away the weak and allow the strong to shape what comes next. You fear it because you misunderstand it, because you see only the ending and not the necessity behind it. But the truth is far simpler and far colder. Death is not the enemy of life, it is its architect, its silent enforcer, the one force that ensures the universe does not drown in its own endless existence."
-# 16 hours of messing around js for ts
-# all illustrations by me
-# JUST FOR CLARIFICATION - NO, NO AI WAS USED, NOT EVEN AI ASSISTANCE.
Name : jewladdin
He wants to steal mangoes from neighbour's tree and money from rich people
Backstory : excommunicated k*rd
beg of mods not to delete this IT'S RELATEDDD
epilepsy and flash warning
Name: Mr. Beast Scam
He would giveaway $2500 to everyone who registers to his cryptocurrency casino.
Backstory: A bored kid who got ignored in a Discord server.
U got the proof directly 😂
I'm litterally HE
Just to make it clear, I did not use AI. I wrote this by hand on GoodNotes, and if anyone wants, I can provide evidence. I only used AI to fix grammatical mistakes and improve wording. Same concept, just cleaner and easier to follow. "Not the whole story if someone is interested just dm".
Name:
Dimitris Giorgos
Alias:
M o r p h e i o n
What he wants:
To eradicate corruption and enforce justice in a world where systems fail to punish the guilty.
Backstory:
Dimitris grew up believing in justice, despite a life filled with suffering.
When his own brother, Kostas, joined a corrupt scientific organization and murdered their sister, Katerina, Dimitris sought revenge.
He infiltrated the facility.
He was captured.
He became Subject: Dokimi 799.
The experiment went wrong.
Fused with an ancient entity known as Skiá; a being of brutal, absolute justice; Dimitris lost most of his humanity.
Now, as Morpheion, he no longer seeks revenge.
He enforces it.
“Death is mercy.
Justice is not.”
Cirus was born to a simple, modern family belonging to the lower middle income class. He grew up with constraints and financial problems. He was always atleast two inches taller than the tallest kid in his class, with a wider frame than his peers and with a more aware brain even if not academically "smart".
Despite his unconventional discoveries and display of Capability at a young age, and despite the number of kind acts he committed, not just the teachers, but everyone in his life seemed to... Always reward the less smarter girl, the more mischevious guy, etc you get it. His childhood was also marked by.. him tucking his head under a cushion and putting fingers into his ears as his parents fight over their skyrocketing egos.
This upbringing shaped him into something solid, a person who has no hunger to be recognised anymore, but to change the system. As an adult, he had dug up every single root cause of poverty, discrimination against groups like the one he belonged to, and every other problem he had always faced! He is different. He does not just focus on partying on Friday nights and returning to work on Monday mornings. He studies, he researches, he invents, he plots. His room is nothing short of an intelligence agency's Main office.
Today Cirus is the governor of a province, a title he earned through years of academic and mental rigor. He has made his province into somewhat of a paradise already and has hundreds of enemies for doing what he does. He aspires to turn his entire country into a socialist, executive dictatorship lead by none other than himself, as he corrupts the system slowly, officer by officer, politician by politician, judge by judge, into his own favour.
He continues to shred the constitution into pieces, but in his head he is doing the right thing and he will fight to death for it. He kills, steals and crosses limits, to rewrite not just the constitution of his country, but the fate of his people, if not of the entire world.
RELATED, 3rd and FINAL ADDITION TO THE ORIGINAL MESSAGE
-# react to the original message yo 😭
epilepsy warning
this has nothing to do with your story its lights and sounds 😭 😭 😭
thats zeal's process.. 😭 its how that epileptic thing was created
you gonna question the writer? 💔
Name: humanity/universe.
Wants everything.
Always existed as formless, it's form eventually was Created from nonliving matter, which is from nonmatter.
Heard a warning about why shouldn't do something, did it, now suffers from consequences...
"lost audio tape coming soon"
yall will be vanish, including me. it's because we are villain to others. "Homo Homini Lupus"
The Last 2 images (4/4).
If I find a way to overcome the voice problems in the audio tape then I will be sure to post it but there is a chance it might not be created. Just don't get your hopes up.
"*Reacting to the original message would be helpful 🙂 *"
Name: stalker....
Want: something.....
Always wanted something....
Mickarious the Nefarious
He wants your kidney.
Backstory:
Life was good back then. Happy faithful wife, acting career. Love by all, the grown-ups, the young kids and literally everyone.
One day Mickarious woke up feeling different. Day suddenly felt just like every other day, a copy of a copy of another copy. "Oh I have to smile today, eh?" said Mickarious to himself, "I have to make them all laugh again, eh?" .
Fast-forward years later, Mickarious is a red market pioneer and now he is making the world a 'better place', one organ at a time.
What the hell in the grim dark heresy is this 🤣🤣
Name: Badman
Like Bat Man but Bad one
omg villain eventtt
Update: Sadly no audio tape is coming; I tried super hard to make the voice work but it just wouldnt be normal
However, I will be adding Act 1 of the backstory later
ACT 1 (Half)
Name: Dimitris Giorgos (Demetrios George)
Lab-Name: M o r p h e i o n
Origin: Greek (μορφή)
Who is Morpheion?:
Morpheion is a creature that seeks justice and equality throughout the world. It was created when experiment Dokimi 799 went terribly wrong; when Skiá gained access to Dimitris. Morpheion symbolizes duality: the personalities of Dimitris and Skiá. Dimitris internally fights for control, but unfortunately, he is just a human; sometimes he gains control, and most of the time he does not.
Morpheion is known for its brutal methods of killing and torture of powerful people deemed immortal. It can shapeshift into anything or anyone, such as animals, structures, and more. Morpheion can also view the past, present, and future all at once, as Skiá had that capability. It can travel across dimensions and alter the fabric of space itself.
Morpheion only attacks people who corrupt the world and spread gossip. It usually kills its victims by grabbing the head, altering the DNA so that the skull inflames, and then, over an eternity, continues killing them through various methods. Time does not apply to any victims taken hold of by Morpheion. Death is merely mercy for the corrupt.
Morpheion is deeply interconnected with Skiá and often uses terror as its main source of energy. Lastly, Morpheion is meant to represent justice within our current corrupt era, where no one gets punished for their crimes. Morpheion seeks to eradicate corruption and enforce justice in a world where systems fail to punish the guilty.

Act 1 (Other Half)
Backstory:
Dimitris was a family man from his teenage years until his conversion. He loved role-playing and also strived for justice. Dimitris had a difficult childhood; he was bullied and, at one point, was kidnapped, but his kidnappers were never penalized. Dimitris had a brother, Kostas, and a sister, Katerina; his sister cared for him deeply.
Kostas, on the other hand, got involved in gangs and eventually became desensitized to violence. After his gang period, he joined a scientific community called Polytimos; Polytimos was a scientific community that often engaged with gangs. Kostas did not have a good relationship with his sister, Katerina. She often scolded him and advised him to leave this kind of life behind and try to start a new; Kostas hated being judged.
"Act 2 Tomorrow
"
-# extra:
what illusionary actually looks like in comprehensible sense (he has both endless and no forms, yes, this is just to illustrate what you could think of him as physically
-# all illustrations bme
Name: Xalgrith/ the void of the unconscious
origin/backstory: In the early days of human consciousness, as the first "signs" were created (the first cave painting, the first spoken word, etc) a corresponding "shadow" was cast into the Collective Unconscious (taken from Carl Jung's idea). For every symbol that gave meaning to life and reality itself, a void of non-meaning was created to balance the metaphysical scales. Xalgrith is the Shadow of the Collective. He is the sum total of everything humanity has forgotten, repressed, or failed to symbolize. In a sense, Xalgrith is a shadow of humanity itself. Xalgrith is not corrosive by heart, Xalgrith simply does what its nature is. For many eras, Xalgrith remained dormant at the furthest edge of the landscape of the unconscious mind. However, as modern society became overfilled with signs, data, and disconnected symbols (as we call it the age of information), the bridge between the conscious mind and the archetypes began to wither away.
Xalgrith turned active when humanity began to value the sign (for example the image, the brand, the word, etc) more than the reality that it points to. it fed on the hollow shells of dead metaphors.
powers: semiotic erasure, archetypical collapse, the silent static (causes collapse of all senses), cognitive entropy. manifesting nihility (nothingness)
what it wants: given the nature of its existence, Xalgrith seeks the total dissolution of the ego-consciousness by collapsing the structures of language and symbol that sustain reality. It desires to make everything return to the Pleroma i.e. the primordial state of non-differentiation where no sign exists to separate the self from the void. It wants to help be eased of the the burden of meaning, stripping away names, identities, and archetypes until the collective unconscious is no longer a container of potential, but a silent vacuum where the observer and the observed are indistinguishably extinguished forever.
ACT 2:
One day, Kostas brutally stabbed Katerina and buried her alive. Katerina was the only person in the family who knew about Kostas’s involvement in this kind of society. Dimitris was a soft-hearted person, and when he heard the news about his sister being killed this way, he cried and moaned in sorrow.
The news eventually reached Dimitris that Kostas was involved in the murder. Dimitris sought revenge; his eyes filled with fire as he grabbed a machete and headed toward Polytimos’s HQ.
"*Act 3 (Super long act) tomorrow
*"
ACT 3 (Half) / 4 :
When he arrived at Polytimos HQ, he saw the experiments taking place in the facility. Humans were treated as subjects and were stripped of their identity by being assigned numbers. How did Dimitris see the experiments, you may ask; he stole a keycard from the security present outside.
Once inside the main compartment, he saw his brother Kostas with a seemingly real human body. Kostas was puzzled to see his brother; both siblings locked eyes. Dimitris understood what was happening, while Kostas had no idea how Dimitris entered the facility or even obtained the address.
In that moment, Dimitris lunged toward Kostas, but a security guard pushed him into a chamber and locked it. In the blink of an eye, gas filled the chamber, administering a psychedelic substance.
Before it fully took over his consciousness, Dimitris had a short conversation with Kostas. Kostas asked how he got there; Dimitris did not reply. Kostas then threatened him, saying he would be tortured if he did not answer.
Dimitris, knowing what the facility was capable of, responded:
"Your security team needs to be fired. I literally walked right in. Thanks for the free audit !".
The security guard then pressed a button, releasing a higher dose of psychedelic to permanently affect Dimitris.
Dimitris began hallucinating, drifting in and out of consciousness; his vision blurred as spirals formed in his mind. Kostas, observing this, called in more scientists to carry out the experiment.
"Really hitting the discord limit
, Act 3 other half late this night or tomorrow"
Name: Karma
Goal: Retribution
Backstory: I was born when the first being created by god sinned, some say it was Adam and Eve, I say it was Satan who convinced them of sinning, which itself was a sin. God, then out of rage, gave rise to me, a young little girl who helped cast Satan out of heaven. Since then, it has been my job to fight for justice in my own special little way.
sorry guys am new here and also on discord, just wanna know why everyone is sending these - Name, Backstory, Origin etc?
#villain-event message give this a read
name :
goals :
shutdown fibo silently and disrupt people who wanna bump
backgroud :
they were once bumpers, but they were always too slow to get a bump from Lory Allen and Okta Portal. so they made a contract with demon sejiner to enter the invisible realm, making them invisible and dangerous creatures. on other servers, they are known as "Fibo Eaters," but commonly, they are known as ghost bumpers.
sorry guys am new here and also on discord, just wanna know why everyone is sending these - Name, Backstory, Origin etc?
#villain-event message give this a read
is the event still on?
yes
@high canopy
ACT 3 (3/4) / 4:
They introduced a fluid called Thanatos into the chamber; Thanatos was a semi-liquid substance that alters DNA and reshapes the boundaries of biology itself. These substances were used to make Dimitris vulnerable; something other than human, something beyond comprehension.
The initial experiment, Dokimi 799, was designed to turn Dimitris into a being that only obeys commands and acts as a servant. Dimitris was given a choice once Thanatos began flowing: to choose death, as Kostas felt pity for him, or to continue the experiment and have a chance at life.
Dimitris, holding onto optimism, chose the second option. He believed that even if the experiment failed, he might still have a chance to survive.
As he drifted between states of consciousness, he saw a vision of Katerina. They stood close together on a thin white cloud. Katerina, filled with joy, greeted him, and Dimitris ran toward her to embrace her.
He asked if she was okay and if she was alive. Katerina smiled and replied that she was merely a fragment of his imagination, but she could still help him.
“Katerina” assured him that he would be fine if he held onto this thought, as it was the only thing that could bring him comfort. She began to say that her actual sister was still alive; but before she could finish, Dimitris lost focus and drifted away.
Dimitris regained consciousness and saw Kostas documenting everything. He heard a subtle but distinct button press, after which he entered a void-like realm.
Within this realm stood a silhouette of a man; corrupted by unknown means. The figure continuously shifted from human to animal to demon to nothingness, startling Dimitris.
Dimitris approached and attempted to touch the figure.
At that moment, everything went wrong.
"ACT 3 IS COMPLETED NEXT POST 🫶"
Name: Valeria/ Princess Of Nightmares
Origin/backstory : Once there was a Princess of Nightmares who lived in a cold, dark castle, untouched by the world, where the halls echoed like ghosts weeping and black roses climbed the walls like veins. Rumors said that she had no heart at all, only a void inside her chest where love was supposed to live. Many suitors came chasing her powerful essence and beauty, wanting to conquer her like a prize, but the princess always saw the greed hiding behind their smiles. One by one she threw them off the cliffs beneath her castle and let the vultures feast on what remained. Then one stormy night a lost knight stumbled into her garden half dead from hunger and rain. She only saved him because she loved her flowers too much to let a corpse rot beside them. The knight stayed while the rains trapped him there and every day they exchanged notes dripping with venom and teasing affection. He looked at her not like a monster but like a woman worth wanting. Slowly the thorns around her heart loosened and for the first time in centuries she felt alive, delicate, human. They married before the holy pyre and the knight swore to protect her heart even before his own. The princess loved him with every fragile piece of herself and followed him into the human world believing it would last forever. But slowly the knight grew weary of her darkness. Lively women caught his attention while the princess begged for scraps of love at his feet. One day she asked him if he still loved her and while answering he kept staring at another woman through the window. That final piece of her heart shattered. Black tears streamed down her face as she kissed him one last time, ripped out his heart with her bare hand, and swallowed it whole. Thus the Princess of Nightmares became immortal again, with the brave heart of the only man she had ever loved beating inside her forever.
Powers : Wrath, Desensitization, Immortality.
Wants : Everlasting Love
ACT 3 (COMPLETED) / 4:
The entire lab erupted in an explosion of immense heat, burning all scientists and assistants except Kostas; the one responsible for Dokimi 799. His face became paralyzed, and his body was severely scorched.
Dimitris was never meant to touch that entity. The figure was an ancient being, first recorded during the Byzantine era.
Dimitris struggled to breathe; it felt as though something was being torn from within him. Kostas watched as Dimitris’s eyes turned pearl black.
Dimitris felt power; some control, but not all. He had become a puppet, controlled by the “entity” experiencing mortal energy for the first time.
"*Late night will be the final post of this story and it will be a moment of honor for me because you guys have supported every single thing I have been posting which I appreciate alot 🧡
*"
ACT 4 / 4:
The ancient entity was well known during the Byzantine period and had been thoroughly described. It was called Skiá. The entity was known for its fair nature and brutally efficient methods of killing.
After Dokimi 799, Dimitris became known as Morpheion. From that moment onward, Dimitris lost almost all control over himself.
Yes, the story has come to an end. Truly, writing this was an unforgettable experience for me. Act 4 will be the final act of Dimitris and his backstory, and completing it was a responsibility I set upon myself from the very beginning.
I’ve genuinely loved being part of a community that could read, react to, and experience the fiction I created, and for that, I am deeply grateful. If you enjoyed the story, please make sure to support the original post with your reactions.
No matter what, I will always remember this community as the people who witnessed the horrors of Polytimos, and I hope the story of Dimitris will remain in your memories as well.
May God bless you all.
-- Zachy (Original Author)
One last reminder, if you all still didn't read my story.
I can't add my own reaction.
i have published a total of 4 submission for this message (3 extras, you can scroll up from this message to find the other submissions)
total time taken; 60 hours (of preparation, writing took idk how long, probably days)
-# 16 hours to publish LMAO
hopefully i win (i will extirpate the english hub down to its roots if i dont win.. 😈 mark my words/jk)
-# the 2nd art took god knows how long 💔 💔
Damn!

My heart is filled with 2 conflicting emotions. If I should hate the men for looking over other women or mourn over his death ☠️☠️.
No hate against the princess. I don't want nightmares

Jokes apart: Interesting plot.

Name
Amida "The Unfather" Butsu
Backstory:
I was born in an era of unrest, but I definitely was fighting for the good side, right?
Soon, after the revolution was over, and the war was won, I realised all I had done was be complicit in replacing one tyrant with another. My injuries in the war gave me time to contemplate, for the first time I was not fighting and saw reality for what it is. Suffering is the only norm.
I truly believed if I worked hard and followed my heart, good things would happen. But as things go, the universe doesn’t care for what you want. You did not evolve to be happy, you evolved to survive, to do things. That is when I tried to end things, my pain did not help. But I could not do it, the body has definitely evolved to survive.
So be it, I continue to live out of spite. I hate myself for being too weak to end it all. But I will make sure that no one has to bear what I did. Only those do not suffer, who do not exist.
No more souls will be born into this world full of suffering. You call life a gift because you survived long enough to adapt to it. Nature creates life carelessly and buries it indifferently. It is immoral to bring new life into existence, and I shall be the one to enforce that. Whoever opposes, may your God show you the mercy, I won’t
**Motivation: **
Disillusioned with the battle between evil and good, he realised what most villains eventually do, humans are the problem. He has become an extreme antinatalist, and punishes people for the crime of procreation.
<@&852857707153195079> Selam my dearest members 
its really difficult to choose a winner for this event, so like usual, we are all voting together again
lets choose our new <@&1488233514741796916>
@next jungle -> #villain-event message
@scenic hill -> #villain-event message
@bold vigil -> #villain-event message
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