#( takin' him away from this blasphemy )

[politerapscalion]

You’ve written quite a long reply, and I appreciate you taking the time to do so. I’ll try and respond with care to the points you raised. If at any point it seems like I’m going over ground that you are already familiar with, which I no doubt will, I apologize. The only reason I do this is to show my working.

First, a note on complexity, and the verses you quoted (Matthew, Mark, Luke).

The topic of Hell is complex. Insisting that it isn’t is akin to saying “gravity is simple, it pulls down” while ignoring the larger picture.

Blaspheming the Holy Spirit.

Again, these aren’t simple verses you’ve pulled up, but I’ll do my best to show what’s going on here.

First, what does it mean to blaspheme or sin against the Holy Spirit? The language is a clue. Christian doctrine holds that sin (literally, “to miss the mark”) is to turn away from God. On the flip side, repentance (literally “to turn toward”) is a turning away from sin and to God. So then, blaspheming the Holy Spirit is to turn away from him.

Now, I’ll call on my earlier imperfect freefall analogy. Christians believe that the Holy Spirit prompts a person toward himself. That is, each person will have a point in their life where God will offer them his hand to secure them from their freefall. To blaspheme the Holy Spirit is to deny that help, to turn away from him. There is a quote by Lewis which illustrates this point quite well:

“There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, ‘Thy will be done,’ and those to whom God says, in the end, ‘Thy will be done.’”

This is what blasphemy against the Holy Spirit means, and it’s why it is unforgivable: because in order for forgiveness to be received, it must be accepted, and if it is to be accepted, then it means that the recipient must recognize their need for it. Blaspheming the Holy Spirit isn’t the one unforgivable sin because God is vengeful and petty: it’s only unforgivable because we refuse to have forgiveness.

Heaven.

Your understanding of what the Christian afterlife is reflects popular culture, and not what it is generally understood to be by Christians. This isn’t an accusation, and I can’t blame you for it, we Christians have done a really quite poor job of vocalizing what Heaven is.

The verses you pulled from, Rev. 4 and 7, are not indicative of what Heaven is to be like for all eternity – both are snapshots of Heaven at a specific time. Using these verses in this way would be akin to showing a lazy day in my own life where I lay around and play video games and then claiming that’s all I do all the time. It’s not representative. In truth, the Bible is pretty sparse on details about Heaven, save God will be there.

A quick note on “groveling”.

This is actually an interesting point, and one that I think stems from an assumption you’ve held consistently throughout this conversation: fear.

I do not follow Jesus out of fear. I do not worship God out of fear. I follow Jesus out of genuine love, I worship God because I genuinely believe he is good and worth praising. Your assumption that I, or Christians at large, would do this for reasons of fear is off base. I have no doubt that some Christians probably are motivated by fear, but there are a lot of people who are Christians and there are going to be outliers, that’s just how the world works. That said, I will address Biblical fear again when it crops up later.

God's "Hubris".

You have doubtless heard before some snippet or other from Jesus’ conversation with the rich young ruler: “the first shall be last, and the last shall be first.”[1] This is often called the kingdom economy and relates to the Beatitudes in Matthew 5[2] and a number of other passages.

The reason I bring this up is that we Christians do not think Jesus was just talking out the side of his mouth here. The Christian story has it that Jesus followed through. Jesus made himself the lowest of the low,[3] not only by being subjected to a criminal’s horrific death as an innocent man, but by taking on the sin of the world in that moment. Jesus, God incarnate, put himself last among his whole creation. And by the logic of his own making, that kingdom economy, became exalted above all.

So, I guess I agree with you. A good God would put the needs of his creations ahead of his own hubris. Christians believe he did.

Interestingly, I also partially agree with you that a good being wouldn’t “want the praise” – and the image of the “elders” casting their crowns at the foot of God shows, to me, that they are good people. They are also following the logic of the kingdom economy, throwing their good deeds at the feet of the one who did the ultimate good deed.

Sinning against people.

Now, we come to your charge that “all manner of sin and blasphemy committed against humans can be handwaved…”

This argument, presented in this way, does not get off the ground. It doesn’t get off the ground because framed this way, you imply that God doesn’t care about what we do to one another. This is fundamentally, and fatally, not true by virtue of Jesus’ own words.

Matthew 22:34-40

"Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?" He said to him, "'You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. ' This is the greatest and first commandment. And the second is like it: 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

These aren’t just a by-the-way notation, or a parenthetical statement. These commandments are, as called by Jesus, the two most important and fundamental commandments full stop. Jesus doesn’t say “love me and do whatever you want to each other” as you imply. What’s more, Christians understand that the more you follow the first commandment, the more the second becomes easier.

I’ve already addressed your argument about blaspheming the Holy Spirit, so I won’t reiterate.

Biblical Fear.

I quite like this topic. But in order to fully address it, I think it would benefit us to circle it a bit first.

My sisters, all of them, are terrified of the ocean. It’s easy to see why; it’s massive almost beyond comprehension, it has enough weight to crush a thousand, thousand cities and can pull and push and destroy without even trying. They fear the ocean, not because they think it will sneak up and them and drown them for talking badly about it. They fear the ocean because they take it seriously. If they ever found themselves out on a boat in the middle of the Pacific, it would probably behoove them to treat the ocean with the respect it demands, and they would be really quite foolish to treat it like our backyard pond.

Something similar is happening in these verses. Jesus, who talks about Hell more than anyone else in the Bible, is telling us to take the matter seriously. We are all on a boat in the Pacific, and it would be unwise to think shore is an arm’s breadth away. He is putting things into perspective. This is why the Proverb “fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom”[4] is so often brought up. It’s an exhortation to be aware of the gravity of it all. Jesus is here to talk eternity, and it’s wise to prioritize forever over our earthly tenure.

Inventing my religion.

Your accusation that I am somehow inventing my own religion is curious to me, as I have been trying my level-best to contextualize and give the orthodox (in the strict sense of the word) answers to your objections. The scriptures you used throughout this response were valid ones to bring up, but taken together out of context do not form the traditional Christian understanding of Hell.

An excellent example of your divorcing scripture from context is right in your quotation of Matt. 5:18-20. You, rather conveniently, neglected verse 17, wherein Jesus makes it clear that he came to fulfill the law. With verse 17 in place, the whole passage is revealed, as intended, to be an example of Jesus saying, in essence, “none of you can fulfill the law, you need my help and I’ve come to help you.”

You’ve made a strawman, and I’m not shocked you’ve managed to knock it down.

The root of the problem.

Athiest/skeptic disbelief really wasn’t my concern when responding to the original post. My concern was that I perceived the doctrine of Hell, as understood by Christians, to be misrepresented. I perceived that motivations were being assigned to myself and other Christians which I do not, and most Christians do not have.

Your accusation of my “complete nonsense” was actually deeply confusing to me. Mostly because it was hypocritical. You said:

“This is complete nonsense. Not only do you not know this, you can't know this. Spouting this kind of complete garbage like you can actually know it is idiotic. I don't care how smart you think you are, how devout you are, you can't know this. So, you pretending that you do is outright dishonest. I'm calling you a liar, right here, right now.”

Completely ignoring your earlier writing that:

“Atheists know this is all bullshit. We know this is complete nonsense and utter fairytales.”

Personal attacks aside, saying that I can’t know the truth about something because it’s unknowable and then turning around and claiming to know the unknowable is disingenuous. I never set out to convince you of what I do and don’t know – my intention, as clearly stated, was to show the Christian view of the reality of Hell. Whether that view is a reflection of reality is another topic, and one I never ventured into – I treated Hell as real because your original post did so.

The “rules of the game”.

I’m not sure this argument can mean anything and probably deserves a deeper dive at a later point. That said, your entire argument here is based on already addressed issues.

Fear as the basis for my worship.

This is an assumption about me and entirely unfounded. Insisting that this is my motivation won’t make it true – I’m being as honest as I can with you, and it is beyond my ability and outside my responsibility to prove to you that my reasons for being Christian are different than what I’ve already claimed.

Free will.

This is one of the complicating factors in the doctrine of Hell which I touched on before. That said, I get the sense from your rant here that you are more interested in stunting on what you play this doctrine up to be. At some point in the future, I’ll try and put down my thoughts on free will and duress into a post answering some of these charges; to do so here would mean doubling or tripling the size of this already lengthy reply.

A shared faith.

Making the claim that a group of people with access to the same document ought to, each time, come to the same and united agreement, without any outliers, on what the document says and how it ought to be employed is wildly dishonest and flies in the face of human history and inclination. That’s like saying in the US, “a liberal and conservative both have the Constitution, therefore their views are the same and equal regarding how the law of the land ought to be interpreted, and if one party disagrees with the other, then they are just not American.” Lumping all Christians together, creating a strawman of their beliefs, then proof-texting and pointing to outliers in the Christian demographic and anecdotal evidence is not on the level.

[1] Mattew 20:16

[2] Matthew 5:1-11

[3] Philippians 2

[4] Proverbs 9:10

"A Christian is a person who wants to give up great things in a real life, for mediocre things in an imaginary one. More importantly, they demand you do the same." -- Mark Twain

Before any Xian insists this isn't true, then why do you keep threatening me with hell? If you're not trying to coerce me into doing the same, then why do you keep telling me all the evil things your immoral god will do? Even when you start off with such inanities as "god is love," when I reject them, you always revert back to form.

"Our religion is based on love, Sheldon, not fear." "So, what happens when people don't follow the rules?" "They burn in hell."

[erwinsvow]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

summary: your boyfriend, reiner, has always been possessive. you never minded it much, though.

warnings: college!au, rough sex, sir kink, grinding/teasing, doggy style, creampie, dacryphilia, reiner is a tease, angry reiner/upset with reader, jealousy, reiner treats you like a rag doll but who's complaining

the party’s in full swing, hoards of college kids hammered off of cheap beer and dancing to loud music. you sit on the edge of the couch, trying your best to avoid the couple going at it on the sofa seats next to you. you’d leave to give them some privacy, despite the fact that they’re in front of a hundred other people, but there’s nowhere else to sit.

and so, not ready to give up your chance to rest your sore feet, you sit there and wait patiently. your ankles are crossed as you finish off the last of your soda, looking around and realizing that you might be the only sober person here. you’re fiddling around now for no reason, with no one to speak to, adjusting the skirt of your dress and twirling a piece of your hair with your finger.

from across the room, with a red solo cup filled with the very same cheap beer in his hand, eren’s eyes land on you. a pretty girl, all alone at a party, with an empty drink. he was raised right, so knows that’s close to a crime.

at least that’s what he’s telling himself as he makes his way over to the couch in the corner, eyes burning holes through you as your eyes glance around the room, avoiding looking at the couple next to you.

eren turns to the couple first, one sharp glance making the boy alert, and pulling away from his girlfriend.

“hey, floch, go roofie your date somewhere else. i’m sitting here now,” he says firmly, causing floch and the girl to take off scrambling.

you glance up at the stranger who approached you with thankful eyes.

“you didn’t have to do that, but thank you anyways,” you say, finally sinking into the comfort of the couch.

“of course i did. that idiot would’ve given all these people here a show if someone didn’t stop him.”

you let out a laugh at his words, glancing back down at your shoes as you debate if it was a good idea to keep talking to him.

“i’m eren, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, eren,” you reply, once again gazing around the room and avoiding his eyes. eren waits another moment before speaking again.

“and you are-?” he questions, intrigued that you weren’t engaging in the conversation. he enjoys the chase, anyways.

“not interested,” you say with a gentle smile, trying not to seem rude despite the fact that you’re sure of eren’s intentions.

“oh, is that so? well, i think i can change that.”

“i’m sure you’ll try, but i don’t want you to waste your time. i’m sure there’s plenty of girls here who will talk to you willingly, so thank you for the seat but-”

“can i get you a drink?” he interjects, taking a long sip of his beer and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “beer? shots? i can go find some of the good stuff, if you want.”

“i’m okay, eren,” you say, a little annoyed and clearly a little anxious.

“oh, come on. it’s not right for a pretty girl to have an empty cup at a party. it’s like the first commandment.”

“i think that might be blasphemy.”

“oh, whatever, the second commandment, then. i mean, would you rather sit here and be all alone?” he questions, leaning back into the seat.

“who said she was here alone?” a deep voice says from around you. you look up to see your boyfriend, reiner, with two cups in his hand. he does not look happy.

“braun,” eren addresses, looking up at the blond from his seat and not adjusting his posture at all. you’d expected eren to at least be a little intimidated at the sight of your looming boyfriend, as most guys usually were, but he looks more amused than anything else. “who would’ve thought you’d go and get yourself such a pretty date,” he says with a smirk. his eyes are still on you though, raking up and down your figure and focusing on your exposed legs.

reiner puts down the two cups in his hand a little too hard, the liquid sloshing around at the top and landing on the surface on the small table in front of you.

you glance up a little hesitant at reiner, knowing the effect eren’s words are having on him.

“she’s not my date, she’s my girlfriend, asshole,” reiner replies, bringing his arm around your shoulder and holding you closely to him. you play right into it, leaning into him and smiling back cutely at eren.

“sorry, did i not mention that?” you say sweetly, as eren’s eyes react to the sight in front of him. he lets out a low whistle, standing up and lifting a cup from the table, taking a big sip. “well then, guess i underestimated you after all, braun. call me when you get bored of him, baby,” he says, before walking away.

you feel your mouth drop open at the audacity of his words, his implication. you know reiner won’t take it well either, feeling yourself grab for his hand before he can follow eren to pummel him.

“reiner, baby, don’t get mad, he’s just an asshole-” you begin, before reiner’s head turns back to look at you.

you saw a whole host of emotions in his eyes, which were usually calm and sweet and looking at you with all the love in the world. but now, in the dim lighting of the party, they were almost glowing with anger and rage, and something else you couldn’t figure out, something akin to a primal look that raised all the hairs on your neck and sent a shiver through your body.

you feel reiner’s hand tighten on yours, as he leads you away from the party and to an empty room somewhere down the hall. you’re not exactly sure where, since it’s your first time in this stranger’s house, but as reiner puts you on the bed and locks the door, you can hardly care.

he looms over you, caging you in and making you feel completely submissive as his strong arms hover near your head.

“you think it’s funny talking to yeager? letting him think you don’t belong to me?” reiner says in a deep, low voice that makes you press your thighs together tightly. it doesn’t take much, if anything, from reiner to turn you on. his possessiveness only adds fuel to fire for you, sometimes.

“no- no, reiner, i would never-” you start, shaking your head dumbly and stumbling around your words as reiner pulls off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. your hands have a mind of their own, moving to grab his shoulders as you normally do, but reiner’s quicker than you, taking your two hands and pinning them above your head roughly.

“you’re using the wrong name, baby. you’re just begging to get punished today, aren’t you, you little slut?” reiner says, eyes looking over your body intensely and making you squirm. you’re uncomfortable with his gaze because you know what he’s thinking.

“i’m sorry, sir,” you mewl back, trying to move your hands from the harsh position they’re in, but to no avail. reiner’s grip is air-tight.

“i can’t even say you’re a good girl tonight, baby, because you’re not. now i see why you chose such a slutty little dress to wear tonight. you just wanted attention, didn’t you?”

“no, no, sir, just you- i just want you-” you say back, desperate for any contact and bucking your hips up uselessly.

“i don’t think you deserve me since you’ve been such a slutty girl.” his words are harsh, making your eyes tear up despite how unbelievably wanton you feel underneath his body. your head feels almost dizzy, overcome with so many different emotions.

tears are always reiner’s breaking point. he can never deny you once he sees those pretty eyes of yours well up and become watery just from his words and touches. and despite how badly you need to be taught a lesson, he knows he’s gonna break soon.

“i-i’m so sorry, sir, please- please touch me, i’m begging sir, i’ll be a good girl, i promise- oh!” you’re cut off as reiner’s other hand cups your pussy, palm against your clit and making you grind your hips against his hand desperately. he tears your panties off quickly, discarding them in the stranger’s room without a thought.

“tell me how that feels baby,” reiner says, releasing his hand from holding your wrists to grope at your chest, pulling down the dress just enough to free your tits.

“so good, sir, oh-!” your words fall apart as he continues his motions. you’re so desperate for his touch, to be filled up by him, you’re not aware of how loud you’re being and you certainly don’t care. reiner holds down your hips and moves his hand roughly against your clit, as you feel your body tense up with a strong heat in your core.

“cum for me, baby,” you hear reiner say next to your ear, increasing his pace as you feel the heat in your stomach expand and fill your entire body, the waves of your orgasm washing over you as you scream out reiner’s name.

you’re panting out, tongue lolling out and limbs feeling like jelly despite how reiner’s not even remotely done with you. he flips you over quickly, putting your head down and ass up as he pushes up your dress to expose your gushing cunt to him.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when he pushes into your tight hole slowly, without any warning and causing you to scream out again.

“sir-!” you moan, feeling reiner slide in and out of your wetness at a bruising pace. you feel his balls slap against your pussy, adding to the intense stimulation you feel and curling your toes as he continues. “please- please! i-i, can’t-” you cry out, unsure of what you were pleading with him for.

“what do you need, baby? don’t you want my cock? you want me to stop?” he says, not easing up on his motions. he’s enjoying every minute of having you fucked stupid from his cock.

“no, no- don’t stop, no!” you moan. you let out a squeal every time reiner thrusts.

“such a good girl, takin’ me so well, baby,” reiner says, sending the praise straight to your head and making you feel dizzy as you feel his fingers on your clit.

“i love you, reiner, i love you-” you hiccup, gripping your hand tightly on his as he increases his pace and his fingers at the same time, sending you into your second orgasm. you’re almost screaming now, clenching down tightly on his cock and squirming within reiner’s tight grip as you feel the coil in your stomach snap and heat spread all through your body again.

reiner’s increased pace only lasts a little while longer, his hips stuttering and him cumming inside you with a loud moan. as you feel the hot ropes of cum settle inside your throbbing cunt, you pant and keep a tight grip on reiner as he pulls out and lays you on his chest carefully.

the sheets on the stranger’s bed are certainly ruined, and so is your make-up and hair. you can’t even imagine what you look like, or what your dress is covered in, but you don’t really care.

all you can think about is reiner’s hands wrapped around you and his lips on yours as he pulls you into a deep kiss.

“have you learned your lesson, baby?” reiner asks. you think back quickly on how reiner hadn’t even wanted to go to the party, but you had insisted, and how you had picked out the shortest dress you could find, and how you didn’t walk away from eren when you knew reiner was coming back.

“yes, sir.”

[puppetiers]

A friend in need is a friend indeed

Gamzee 03/30/2019

You are one Gamzee Last Name Not Important, and you and your new best friend are out and about on this fine motherfuckin night. You don't remember why though. Something about heretics and truth and doing something to make your Lord all pleased with you, which sounds like a great motherfuckin thing, you like when others are all kinds a pleased with you, near makes being out in the cold worth. Nearly.

"You sure s'all good?" You focus back on your new friend, watching his reassurin that things were gonna be all kinds of motherfuckin ok and that you were doin what was wanted of you.

Lil Cal 04/01/2019

"All good" you reassure him with a big smile. "Are you feeling nervous?" You wrap your arm around his shoulder and give his head a few gentle pets. "No need, you're doing great. Be confident. The Lord trusts you~"

Even if he's nervous, you're not. You've come so far with him, got him so far under your control. All will be fine.

Gamzee 04/01/2019

"A little yeah," course you're motherfuckin nervous, why wouldn't ya be? The sister ya was gonna be encountering was not one to be messed with, not that you couldn't, sister mighta been given all kinds of motherfuckin visions of falsity but you were better at the more physical side a things than she was. Iffin it came down to it, you'd be takin the victory for The Lord's corner.

You're thankful for the petting though and lean into the touches. Confident, gotta be confident, your best friend believes in ya, The Lord wouldn't a ordered it of ya iffin he wasn't all up and knowin ya was able to be doing it. You've got this.

You're close to the empty street the sister has to pass on her way between the church and the motherfucker she likes to pay visitation too, you'll reach it soon then you'll just be waitin for her arrival...

You've motherfuckin got this.

Lil Cal 04/01/2019

"It'll be fiiine~" You giggle. "The Lord will be proud!" A last reassuring pet for him, and then you slip off to the side to hide in the shadows. Clowns are dangerous, you're aware, and you don't intend to get into the middle of two of them. But you're staying close by to watch and see if your new friend proves to be as reliable as you expect. And for the carnage, a little bit.

Gamzee 04/01/2019

You really fuckin hope he'll be proud a you, really really motherfuckin hope he is. You take yourself a breath once you're standing on your own in the middle of the street, try to get that shakin in your limbs to just calm itself the motherfuck down before -

"Gamzee? What in the Mirthful's name are you doing out here at this time?" Fuck, fuck fuck fuck there she is, no time to calm or plan just time to go go get this thing going now.

"Yo Tanny," is your voice shaking? Motherfuck can't be having that none, no no no, s'not allowed, gotta draw yourself up tall as you can be, get you that confidence. S'an easy thing you're gonna be doin, you've done it enough times before, don't matter that her colour's close to yours or that she's smiling at you like your friends.

"It is you! The Messiahs have been speaking of you lately, how fortunate we should run into each other tonight." Her heads titled towards you, can't see you none, needed to give all that up to be seeing the Mirthful's wicked visions. Falsities. Lies. Made a sister give up her eyes to just be fed lies for the rest a her days.

That firms you all kinds a good, s'not fair to be letting their falsities and lies pile up when you're all kinds of aware of the truth of things. Not... not anymore.

"Gamzee?" Asking you again, musta been too quiet for too long, ya know it can't be cause a the voodoos acting up. You ain't got none that work like that, after all. No images of dread, terror, rottingdecayanddestruction comin outta you on this day.

"Ya ever get to thinkin, 'bout the truth a things sister?" You question, more to be keeping her distracted while you close a bit of distance 'tween the two of you. You're both close ranged fighters, but you've got the advantage of being able to throw one of your clubs for disorientation and surprise, she ain't standing much of a chance here. "'Bout, what the Church be up and deciding is truth? Is lies? Things a that liking?"

"No." She's shorter with you now, tenser, her fear thickening in the air between you both. "No, never. That's heretical speech, what's, what's gotten into you? What's wrong?"

"Don't suppose I could be all up and motherfuckin convincin ya to either, could I?" And yeah, yeah there's a sadness to you, in the waver of your vocals and the slow way you pull your clubs from your back. But you've got this, you've got this, you've motherfuckin got all of this.

"No." And there's your confirmation, spoken with all her harshness, a death toll, a death toll. "No you couldn't.”

“Shame.” You’re a line of action then, sending the first club, weighted metal, heavy heavy deadliness, at her. Doesn’t matter if she ducks from it or enough, the distractions enough to close the distance between ya both.

-fade to black cause I got no want to do an actual fight thing-

There’s blood in the aftermath, your purple mixing with her darker, bluer shade. There’s lines of pain across the skin of your face, one of your eyes screams it’s rebellion at openin for the pain of it. Sister sure had a hell of an aim for a blind motherfucker.

But she’s… she’s dead now. One of the Mirthful’s loyal done away with because your Lord demanded it and you’re…

You’re…

…

Cold

You’re very, very cold right now.

Your coats got holes in it when you pull your arms to yourself, sticky with the mixing purple hues, you can’t be saving it from this. Which is a right motherfuckin shame.

You love this old thing. :’o(

Lil Cal 04/05/2019

You love it. The whole show, the outcome, your friend prevailing. Even the look with the coat. Look at all those colors!!

When all is done and over, you slip out of your hiding hole and in front of him, hands on his face, grinning and giggling wide. "Well done. Look at you! So well done! Hoo hoo~" You slide an arm around his neck and move to his side so you can look at what is left of the other troll. "Such great work, the Lord is proud. Very proud. You can do it, you can end the blasphemy, do you see it now?"

Gamzee 04/05/2019

You startle like one of Horuss' frightened hoofbeasts at your friend suddenly being right in front of ya and touchin in a way that's too too too pale, not for him, almost gets a small unpleased sound from your throat. Gets you to focus on him though and not the coolin corpse of the sister.

And oh he's pleased with you, you've pleased that's so so good you're so contented with that. Your fangs dig into your lip when his touch moves to around your neck, too vulnerable but it's fine, gaze very much not looking at your handiwork, fiddling with your coat. "Good, good, that's... that's good. I can be, can be doin it yeah."

You're still so motherfuckin cold.

Lil Cal 04/08/2019

Aw, look at him. You're very proud and he understands that, even if he doesn't seem to be too excited about his own work. That's okay, he doesn't need to be. A good soldier and puppet does as told, after all.

"We should go somewhere else~ Reward you for your good work. I'll tell you more about the Lord, maybe even introduce you to his puppet servant. How does that sound?"

Gamzee 04/08/2019

You’re fidgeting, keepin ya hands all kinds of busy with picking at the clinging bloody tatters of your coat. It’s soaked in your blood, the sister’s blood, closer than blue than your own colour, and radiating her death fear stink. You want out of it now, please please please, thank you kindly, please just get it off.

Attention snaps back to him at his words, listenin, attentive, focused. Leaving? Yes, yes leaving sounds all kinds of good right now, let’s do that.

“Yes, yes that’s... that’s ok.” You don’t right be knowing if you real wantin to do that but he wants you to so you will. “Sounds... sounds good, yeah?”

Lil Cal Last Wednesday at 7:17 PM

"Sounds good!" you repeat with a giggle. Then you take his hand and pull him away. No use in staying around and risk being discovered by police, or worse, other clowns. Not that you don't mind meeting more clowns, but with a scene like this, they might get the, uh, wrong idea.

Gamzee Last Wednesday at 11:57 PM

You let him start to pull you away, doing your motherfuckin best to give him a shaky smile, it don't look the best but it's an attempted. Before the two of you get too motherfuckin far from... from her you manage to free yourself from the remains of your coat, leaving the torn, bloodied fabric close to the scene.

Time to go now, going is motherfuckin good.