#don’t you know that pain your sow is pain you reap?

[famouslysleepy]

I’m a little too obsessed with the Cyclops’s parts in the cyclops saga of Epic: the musical

I just find myself skipping everyone else just to listen to him and his brothers sing over and over a little too much throughout the day idk something about whatever is going on with the voice effects for him is just candy to my brain

[archivalofsins]

For Futa Jackalope really did just turn to camera and say chicken says what. Like he called the audience cowards. Too afraid to judge Futa because it would mean judging themselves.

Jackalope was on it. This end of trial report he hit all the right notes- He was in all the right places. He saw the audiences weaknesses and he hit them over and over.

He said you had your fun sowing lets chat before the reaping starts and he went in.

Like damn no remorse.

"Or……maybe you just couldn’t bring yourself to find him “guilty”, because he reminded you too much of yourself……I’m just blabbing."

Even down to highlighting the faceless Futa showing that he could easily be any of us as he said it. Jackalope said,

"I take no prisoners; you will see an ending before the end. It will be shaped like every door you did not open and every life you did not live. Then in the face of your doubts you will keep walking forward because where you came from no longer exists. Time has an insatiable appetite and we are all on it's menu. Hahaha I'm such a kidder."

Back to what he really said and the thing that intrigues me the most. Jackalope throughout the second trial report kept highlighting that despite finding Kotoko guilty we proved through our verdict that her actions do work.

By finding everyone who she attacked/threatened Innocent. This continues the trend of Kotoko jumping on any sign of agreement to get to the conclusion she wants to end up at. That being her methods are correct. So just because we found her guilty doesn't necessarily mean we found her methods wrong.

The way Jackalope interprets the guilty prisoners change in verdict may be exactly how Kotoko will view it herself.

"But, to put it another way, if this is because he showed remorse, you could also say his “innocent” verdict was thanks to the actions of Kotoko Yuzuriha, right?"

Cuz think about it…….who knows how he would have acted without the pain, right?

Q.04 Would you make the same mistake again?

Futa: I don’t think so. I don’t think I could take this kind of pain again.

Q.07 What have you been into lately?

Futa: Finding a way to distract myself from the pain.

Well next up Kazui~

He’s a self-admitted liar, have you been able to solve the mystery?

Well given the little amount of information provided in contrast to Jackalope's statement on Yuno... I would have to say we haven't. Instead Jackalope just reiterates things that Es brought to attention in Kazui's second voice drama.

Not mentioning anything about cheating or marriage in the slightest.

Again very interesting in comparison to Yuno who Jackalope admits told us what she did herself without ever really honing in on what part of what she told us should be considered.

Just stating,

"She said it herself, so her crime became quite clear, hasn’t it? And that crime didn’t raise to the level of murder to you, I take it. Interesting. I guess that’s how it is in your era."

Yet in Yuno's second trial interrogation she said a lot of things. Including dismissing the audience previous judgments on her and the guards desire to project a sob story onto her.

Yuno Second Trial Interrogation

This situations bothersome-ness has won out./I won't be bothered.

"So, I am extremely cooled off." (-273.15°C) "That is all."

"That’s the real Yuno Kashiki, you could say. Cold and logical. Practical and unromantic. Getting her to interact is gonna be a heavy lift, I’d say."

"You want to make clear the truth...huh? Fu... Haha!"

"The result of doing looots of sugar-daddying: ...abortion."

...!

"That's probably my murder. Well, please go ahead and partake of the truth."

...

"How is it? Satisfied? Then, can we be done already?"

Yuno...you...

"You don't surprise much, do you? As I thought, you knew it from the song extraction."

Cold and Logical

Well, yes. As one possibility, I thought it was likely. That, going by Milgram's scope of interpretation for murder, it was possible.

"I'm sure. Well, I generally got the sense that that's how it was. I could feel it."

You could feel it...you say?

"I can hear it, while I'm in Milgram. It's probably the same for everyone else."

Practical and unromantic.

"Voices peeking in, digging around, and discussing my sins."

Interesting that she uses sins plural here not singular. Didn't note this previously but probably should have.

Something like that...

"Are those not the thoughts you were having? Not that I would know."

But you get my point Jackalope's end of trial report on Yuno confirms that what she said in her second interrogation was in fact the truth and nothing but it. However, he speaks very little on how we interpreted what we were told in contrast to other prisoners.

Just making a sweeping statement,

Interesting. I guess that’s how it is in your era.

But he does ponder an interesting thing,

"I wonder though, what decides the worth of a life?"

Playing on the abortion debate that her trial turned into before plainly asking,

"……don’t tell me, did this murder seem smaller to you than the murders of the other prisoners? Thought-provoking!"

Again playing on the idea the fans have ran with that Yuno should not even be here because she hasn't committed murder like the other prisoners. He says a lot and not that much while discussing Yuno but Jackalope's statements on her can be used to further scrutinize what's not said about Kazui.

Like I said he basically confirms Yuno was in fact telling the truth throughout her second voice drama but doesn't mention any of what was brought up in Kazui's outside of reiterating Es' points.

Of Kazui being a liar and self-pitying going as far as to call him emo and even praise us for being so accommodating to him despite his woe is me routine.

Jackalope even comments that he can't bring himself to be interested in Kazui,

"It all feels very emo and I can’t bring myself to be very interested in him, but the fact that you’re so accommodating to him, is commendable."

However, he reiterates another point one that he brought up from the beginning that directly contradicts a statement that Kazui made in his second voice drama,

"He’s the only one who has the strength to fight off Kotoko and Mikoto after all."

Kazui states in his second voice drama that if Kotoko and Mikoto were to team up that would be the end of him and Milgram. Contradicting Jackalope's statement in Es' voice drama that if Milgram were an all out brawl then Kazui would come out victorious.

So Jackalope basically goes he's still lying have you figured out what the lies are and then just goes here's one of them for free.

Now onto the other interesting one- Amane.

Amane's is interesting because Jackalope basically goes her life would be this way in and out of Milgram. Showing that his focus with Amane is not us being tricked into going easier on her because she's a child but a desire for the audience to go harder on her because she is a child.

Coddling isn't going to prepare her for the real world but neither is being unnecessarily cruel to her either. Even admitting that he himself doesn't know what made the audience find Amane innocent this time around and stating he's curious about the judgement.

Despite how vocal people said Amane fans were being- This again highlights that no, they weren't. Amane fans weren't pushing super hard or really loud. They weren't going around shouting at people to vote her innocent or bribing people to. Hell, the staff couldn't even write a decent bit for her part of the video because they don't know what caused this.

"I remember feeling a sort of awe at your resoluteness to your duties, being a kid didn’t mean you couldn’t be “guilty”, right? So, what was it that made you choose “innocent” this time? I’m very curious. Is it her, or her beliefs, or her birthright, or her fate…."

Whatever the circumstances may be, she is the one that has to bear the blame. That’s just how it is. Both in and out of MILGRAM, isn’t that right?

They were wrong for highlighting the tasing scene like this again. They went I'm about to make you feel bad if you voted this kid guilty fucking suffer rip to you I guess- you are the problem. Like there was no joking here Jackalope looked at the camera and went,

Jackalope: This is just how it is everywhere. Your vote won't change that. It won't lessen the weight of the blame on her shoulders. In or outside of Milgram.

The “It can’t be helped”, from the scum that can’t be helped. That makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, categorically, emphatically, GUILTY.

Then just went to Mikoto like that shit was nothing like it didn't just destroy my soul.

That concludes my fucked up things from the end of trial two report.

[moonshynecybin]

marc undressing another man.... sorry but you can't tell me vale wouldn't be the most jealous man on planet earth. he doesn't want marc anymore (or at least that's what he tells himself) but at the same time nobody else is allowed to have him! he would sooner forgive and forget everything that happened than be okay with seeing marc with someone else

vale sowing: haha fuck yeah!!! yes!!

vale reaping: Well this fucking sucks. what the fuck.

truly like. jealousy is another one that’s interesting to play out for them because marc is so blindingly and publicly and LOUDLY stuck on vale. like to this day vale can open his instagram explore page or whatever and see marc in a cunty turtleneck with his cheekbones out and dramatic reality show confessional lighting pontificating about how vale can totally call him later if he wants to fuck. marc voice please please please youre nothing. now. that being said. i don’t know if vale 100% believes marc is in EARNEST on those (myriad) occasions, but certainly it helps him on a subliminal level to know he was the best dick of marc’s life and he isn’t over him.

where this gets reallyyyy interesting for me is post ALL IN, where i think marc is trying to actually fire back a lil… exert some autonomy. take off the widow’s veil. like suddenly vale has lost the proverbial high ground in terms of being in this weird longing covenant with marc. he’s lost his love, in a way. break up 2: this time he maybe WONT come to your semiannual post retirement mildly drunk booty call :( and hilariously. i can see that fucking rattling him a bit.

so vale’s in his own head. pathetically shadow boxing his demons. whatever so it goes. and he ALSO notices at the next race he attends that marc has gotten a new trainer. older than him. italian. the marc marquez special as we have all seen and perceived. and five alarm bells are ringing in the back of vale’s head like FULL kill bill sirens and then he sees the new trainer guy (nice normal dude hired for PT. marc has met him. Twice.) like. dig a thumb into the muscle of marc’s arm and marc’s whole body visibly relaxes and vale feels about ten different types of insane about it. like he LOVESSSS to do things for people he cares about its his favorite thing. and if he saw marc get a need fulfilled like that when he’s been so obviously wanting and in pain— and directly AFTER his i’m done with you for realsies docu-break up letter— vale would go fucking crazybananas. like he enrolls in an online massage therapy class that day. just in case. not even under a fake name he’s that rattled.

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Feanorians go Crack: Celegorm

First crack song finished. (It’s my fourth favourite). Please leave feedback so I can use this for SACE points :)

This is my work and protected by the Australian Copyright Act 1968.

Lyrics below cut:

I was a hunter of Oromë The best he’d seen in all his days Apprehend me if you dare I am Celegorm the fair

I’m the man of your nightmares Do I scare you? I don’t care Never thought I’d end up stranded here With no friends And no father Just my dog And my brother

And you don’t know How hard your fucking peace has been to make You don’t know How hard we’ve fought so you can eat your cake Don’t you know Presumptuousness only buys you hate You will know I swear to god you’ll realise your mistake

Nargothrond is falling down Snakes are hiding underground Beren comes by unannounced Suddenly the king’s renounced

Lúthien looks for her man We lock her up to force her hand Huan helps her leave the land It’s not fair It’s not funny When we find you You betta run, hey

Because you don’t know How fucked it is that you got to escape You don’t know How much I’d give so I could take your place Don’t you know You’re never free from our pursuing hate You will know I swear to god you’ll realise your mistake

Finrod dies in tol-in-gaurhoth Suddenly the tides have turned Orodreth takes back the kingship Almost like they never learned They never learned…

You don’t know The lengths we’ll go to take our vengeance, oh You don’t know  The blood we’ll shed before it’s time to go Don’t you know You’ll reap pain for all the pain you sow You will know How much it hurts to be lain so low

[noxexistant]

A Friday night, early 1899.

Oscar flexes his hand and winces as he sits down heavily in one of the rickety old dining chairs occupying Wiesel’s kitchen.

He’s used to the feeling of bruised knuckles, that soreness that runs up his hand when he moves in just the wrong way - or moves at all, when it’s bad.  His knuckles are rarely not bruised, what with the life that he leads, whether he’s punching people or walls - and there’s a familiarity to the ache.  Something grounding to the pain.  It feels like too much to say he likes it - feels too much like Morris and his habits - but Oscar appreciates it, maybe.  Appreciates the ability to just flex his hand and be brought back down to earth with a thrum of soreness through those fragile joints and tendons.

These new bruises, however, are distracting.  A sharp sting that only comes after a rarer opportunity to use his brass knuckles, evidenced by the bands of red and purple that wrap around his fingers right where the metal sits.  He gets them sometimes when he just clenches the brass in his fist, an anxious habit or a threat, but they’re worse when he hits something.  The metal gets driven back against him near as bad as it’s driven against his target, some Biblical idea of reaping and sowing, and he’s left bruised or split open, bearing the force against his fingers and the butt of his palm.

Fuck, his palm’s bruised too.

“Move your fingers,” Morris instructs from over his shoulder, and Oscar thoughtlessly does so.  Winces again.

“Ain’t broke,” Morris comments then.  He’s moving behind Oscar in the cramped little kitchen, sorting himself out.

“Yeah, I know that, dipshit.”  Oscar glares, but doesn’t bother to aim it at his younger brother.  

Morris had come off worse from the fight.  His nose is fucked, blood poured down his front.  Oscar keeps his gaze levelled on his own purpling hand, examining with some level of morbid curiosity how blood seems to be pooling at the edges of the bruised bands, but is trapped by the fact his skin hadn’t quite broken.  It’s a colourful display, stark against the monotony of his undyed clothes and the bare wood table, more varied than Morris’ wash of red.

“So, could be worse,” Morris says.  Oscar hums.  He hears the ice box open and shut, and a moment later curses as a lump of ice wrapped in a stained rag is dropped on his injured hand.

“Motherfucker, Mo—!”

“Hold that on it.”

“Fuckin’ dropped it on me—“

“Your hand’ll swell up.  An’ we’ll be fucked if Uncle Wies.  Or Snyder.  Wants us on another job an’ you can’t get your fingers in your knuckles.”

“I can punch just fine without ‘em too,” he mutters bitterly.  But Oscar gathers the rag in his good hand and holds it to his knuckles, clenching his jaw against the wave of pain that dulls to a consistent throb.  

He’s only had it there for a minute or two when he glances up at Morris, who’s clearly halfheartedly swiped at the blood under his nose but is still a mess of it.  The bridge of his nose is split open, his nostrils bleeding, and he’s soaked red all down his chin and neck, right to the collar of his shirt.

Oscar takes the rag off his hand and stands up.

“Os—“ 

“C’mere,” he orders, faux-sharp, and Morris comes.  Screws up his face as Oscar wipes at his injuries with the rag, damp from the ice, with cool efficiency.

“That was s’pose to be for you—“ Morris protests.

“I’ll get myself another.”

When most of the blood has been mopped up, Oscar presses the rag carefully to Morris’ nose and orders him to hold it there, and Morris does with a childish scowl.  His own knuckles are bruised too.

“Good kid,” Oscar tells him, pats his cheek and dodges away from the ensuing hit with a grin.  “Keep that ice on your nose.  I’ll check later if it’s broke.”

“It don’t feel it.”

“You been wrong before.”

Still pouting, Morris sits down in the chair Oscar had been occupying, also still thoughtlessly holding the ice to his bruising nose.  He looks young.  He looks injured.  All of a sudden not the ally who’d stood beside Oscar in that fight, cold and silent, but his little brother.  His little brother who’d used to sob breathlessly as Oscar mopped up his bloodied face after a run-in with Da, who’d used to insist his nose was broken every time it was hit because it hurt.

Oscar flexes his bruised knuckles and goes for the ice box.

[moonlight404-translates]

A3! Chigasaki Itaru | R - For You to Enjoy Muscle Training | Translation

* The card name might change in the future.

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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. I had fun translating this backstage so I took some liberties writing some lines. If you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

Muscle Training Goods to Boost your Motivation / 1

Tasuku: I’m ba— woah! Tsumugi: Welcome back, Tasuku.  Tasuku: …Hey, Tsumugi. What’s the meaning of this?  Tsumugi: Eh? Tasuku: I’m asking you why Chigasaki is lying on the floor. I almost stepped on him. Tsumugi: Ahaha… It seems like Itaru-kun didn’t get who he wanted in a gacha game.  Itaru: I’m having an F in the chat moment. Tasuku: That’s ridiculous. Itaru: It’s not “ridiculous” at all. Tasuku: If you want to lie down, go do it in your room.  Itaru: Yeah, no. I’m too heartbroken for that.  Tsumugi: It looks like Chikage-san has also called him ridiculous for being all depressed in their room.  Tasuku: And he’s right.  Itaru: If I tell others about it, or they get the same reaction or take it too seriously and get worried…  Itaru: A soul who can accept it in a moderate degree my pain and comfort me-–.  Itaru: It’s none other than Tsumugi. He’s the only one who can accept the pain I’m feeling right now.  Tsumugi: …Now that you know why, could you bear with him for a while, Tasuku?  Tasuku: Why should I? Itaru: You see, I don’t feel bad for spending money on games, but not getting a single copy until I hit pity…  Itaru: “But you get it for free at pity.” Yeah, I’m not positive enough to agree with that.  Itaru: My wallet has its limits too… But everything for my most precious fave…  Tsumugi: I-It’s that so?  Tasuku: I didn’t understand that much what you were saying, but you reap what you sow. Itaru: Ughn… Tasuku: If you want to strengthen your mental strength, why don’t you do muscle training? It helps to relieve your stress.  Itaru: How come?  Tasuku: Exercising your muscles can improve your mental strength. And that’s because physical strength and mental strength are related.  Itaru: And by that you mean…?  Tsumugi: Well…  Tasuku: Why don’t you start moving your body a little day by day? There are various games for that nowadays.  Itaru: Those games you mention are in a gym, and that’s a big no. If I do it even once, I won’t be able to go to work. Itaru: Sigh… If only muscle training could be more fun…  Itaru: Huh? I think I’m starting to feel better after talking about those useless things.   Tasuku: I don’t get why. Tsumugi: Ahaha… but isn’t that nice? Itaru-kun feels better now. He lightened up after letting it out a little.  Itaru: I’m drowning the rest of my pains in alcohol today. Tsumugi: Let’s do it together. You too, Tasuku.  Tasuku: …Guess I will.

Muscle Training Goods to Boost your Motivation / 2

Itaru: Sigh… Today’s meeting took forever.  Itaru: I’m so tired that I feel like melting… I want to go home asap to play games… Itaru: Hm? That is…  Itaru: A more fun… with muscle training…  Itaru: Maybe I can use this… 

Itaru: …And that’s how today starts Itaru Chigasaki’s journey doing muscle training.  Tsumugi: Doing muscle training… with that beer mug?  Itaru: That’s right. Isn’t this dumbbell beer glass cool?  Itaru: With this, I can do muscle training and drink from it… making it actually fun. A brilliant item, don’t you think?  Tasuku: Hah? Itaru: “Hah?” wasn’t what I wanted to hear.  Tasuku: Where did you buy that dumb thing?  Itaru: There’s nothing dumb about it. It gets heavier when you fill it up with beer, doesn’t it?  Tasuku: First of all, alcohol and muscle training don’t go together. If you’re doing it, then you should refrain from drinking for that period.  Itaru: You said that as if you’re not drinking now, too, Tasuku.  Tasuku: I don’t drink alcohol when I tone up my body. Itaru: Eh? But I just saw you doing push-ups. Tasuku: Those are just from my daily exercise routine. Itaru: Of course. What should I expect from a muscle daruma… Tasuku: Hm? Itaru: Nothing.  Tasuku: Well… it’s beer glass shape lets you hold it easily. And it has a good weight…  Tasuku: If you fill it up with sand, it could work well for muscle training. Itaru: Yeah, no. It’s a fragile item so you have to handle it with care.  Tasuku: Then, you can use it to drink a protein drink…  Itaru: No! It’s not for that!  Itaru: Sigh… this won’t do. Tasuku made me lose all my motivation. Itaru Chigasaki is no longer doing muscle training from today and on.  Tsumugi: Eh!  Tasuku: Don’t blame others for that.  Itaru: Yeah, muscle training is not for me. You won’t want to see me all brawny. Tasuku: … Tsumugi: M-Mhm…  Itaru: Wait, I was just saying, you don’t have to imagine it… I’m feeling really awkward right now.  Tasuku: Well, if you start doing it at the end, I’ll join you.  Itaru: Uhh— You’re on another level for taking this joke too seriously, Tasuku.  Tsumugi: Ahaha… 

[scarletst0ries]

TWST: The EPIC Saga p6: Polyphemus

Main characters: Ortho Shroud(Polyphemus) and Jamil Viper(Odysseus)

Style: Songfic

CW: Death, threatening, dolls, slight body horror(?)

Inspired by @werewolfbyknight’s character ideas

Masterlist

A/N: Saga number 2 let’s go!!! I’m sorry Ortho lovers…

The island is a hilly- a stark contrast to the Blotfruit Eaters’ home. A small party of twenty six including Ace, Kalim, and the captain head further inland. They gather fresh fruit, but…there is no wild game… The party keeps walking until they find a small rocky outcropping. Ace runs ahead with a few men to scout.

A few minutes later he returns with news: the outcropping opens up into a cave and a beastfolk could hear a distant bleating of a sheep inside. The captain gives the order to hunt inside the cave.

The cavern is dark and cool with a distinct stench. Kalim casts a spell and small dancing lights illuminate the dark.

Then they see it. A sheep.

But they don’t notice that it looks wrong. That it’s fur and eyes are inky black, or that the shadows of the cave seem to move on their own. The captain fires a spell and kills it instantly.

“Over here,” He shouts as it falls. Ace, Kalim, and him walk towards the corpse whose wool appears to blend into the darkness. More sheep materialize as the light gets closer.

”Look at all this food! Look at all these sheep! Can you believe this cave has all this for us to keep?!” Kalim babbles. The captain suppresses the urge to roll his eyes at the cheerful man’s excitement. His mood made sense, they hadn’t had fresh meat for months. Ace looks around approvingly.

“I’ve got to hand it to you both, this is quite the treat,” Ace looks at the small herd that gathers around them, “There are sheep here to feed the entire fleet!”

The men behind them begin looking hungrily at the sheep slowly closing in around them. The captain looks at the sheep suspiciously.

“It’s almost too perfect, too good to be true,” He muses, “Why would the blotfruit eaters pass up on all this food?-“

“Who are you?” A childlike voice interrupts. The group startles and the sheep vanish into pools of black ink. Kalim sends some light further into the cave and the party recoils at the sight of their host.

A wooden doll is collapsed onto the ground. It is the size of a young boy, about ten or eleven, with bright blue hair painted on like flames. Its head snaps up, revealing only a singular cracked hole on the right side of its face, blot pouring out. Each limb has a long black tendril attached to it. A large mass of blot, twenty times its size clings onto the walls of the cavern. A phantom.

“Hey there….we’re just travelers,” the captain raises his hands above his head, “We come in peace.”

“You killed my sheep…,” The doll lurches forward, standing up, “My favorite sheep…” Its head tilts to the side and slowly rocks forward before snapping straight up, making eye contact with the captain. He and his crew sneak closer together.

A single drop of blot drips down the doll’s wooden face, “What gives you the right to deal a pain so deep? Don’t you know that pain you sow is pain you reap?”

It lunges towards them, laughing maniacally, “Time to drink your blood right where you stand!”

The phantom behind the doll travels across the walls and blocks the entrance. The doll stops right in front of the captain’s face.

“Your life now is in my hands, before I’m done, you will learn that it’s not so fun to take. You came to my home to steal, and now you’ll become my meal!” It taunts.

The captain starts to speak, but is interrupted by the puppet. “A trade you see? Take from you like you took from me,” The faceless doll almost appears to smile.

The captain weighs their options. Their best chance of survival is to outwit the doll and phantom.

”There’s been a misunderstanding, we never came here to steal,” the captain’s eyes glow red slightly, “But I can see we’ve done some damage, maybe you and I can make a deal?”

The doll snaps its head to the side interested.

Seeing that it took the bait, the captain continues, “I’ll give you the finest treasures, so long as we leave alive, you can have the world’s best tasting wine…”

“Wine?

The captain smirks and opens his canteen, sprinkling something in it. He hands it to the doll, “Have a drink, one sip and you’ll understand, the power that’s in your hand. Wine so fresh, you’d never want to drain human flesh again. Then we will be on our way, no bloodshed here today. A trade you see? A gift from you and a gift from me…”

The doll looks at the canteen confused and then pours it into the eyehole. It grunts and snaps its attention back to the captain.

“I’d like to thank you! Stranger what’s your name?” It asks cheerfully.

“My name is Nobody,” The lie flows off his tongue.

“Nobody! For your….gift, I’ve one to reply.”

“I’m so glad we see eye-to-eye.”

“Yes, you shall be the final man to DIE!!!”

The captain hesitates, “Wait…what?”

A wave of blot oozes out of the cavern walls towards his men.

“WATCH OUT!”

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[marshmallowprotection]

Hey it’s me again lol hope you’re doing well. My midterms started this week and I am not having a good time, I didn’t prepare well enough so ig I’m only reaping what I sowed 😔If you do ship writing besides MC ships, could I request some comfort JuminV? I could use some fluff in my life rn lmao, thank you so much in advanced 💗—submission

“Your eyes are cloudy, Jihyun.”

“An astute observation,” Jihyun muttered under his breath as he leaned his head back against the couch to avoid Jumin’s gaze. “I know what you want to tell me, Jumin... and as I’ve told you before, I’ve come to terms with what’s happened to me and I’m not sure that I want to mend what’s been broken. There’s nothing to be done to change what happened now that it’s happened, what else can I do... but accept it?”

A long, somber sigh followed his words that Jumin chased after. “That is what you said after the accident you and your mother went through. You shook your head and said there was nothing to say about your scars despite how much it caused you pain to look in the mirror.”

Jumin wasn’t wrong.

There wasn’t a moment when his observations weren’t correct, but the way he knew how to cut deep without fail, every time, had its charm. He knew that he would never be able to avoid Jumin’s candor, nor the way it blended with what mattered most to him—the well being of someone he cared about. That was a core value to Jumin Han’s very existence and by being someone he called his best friend, he was no stranger to that empathy.

Jumin wanted better for him...

Even if they both understood Jihyun wasn’t sure he deserved it.

In a soft voice, he said, “I couldn’t escape my scars.”

"I don’t believe your scars were something you needed to flee from, Jihyun.” Jumin said. The words meant to say what they both knew. “I don’t think you need to run away from this operation, either. There’s no guarantee that the operation will fix your vision, much less give you back some of the sight you have lost. But, if you are denying the operation because you think you must carry this scar as you carry—”

“Don’t,” Jihyun’s words croaked in the back of his throat. He wasn’t sure if it was the wine or his shattered heart that made him more vulnerable and open to what his friend was about to say, but he knew what Jumin wanted to say. He knew the words like the back of his hand because it wasn’t the first time he’d heard them... they just felt heavier on Jumin’s lips than they ever did on his own.

Jumin said nothing but slowly but surely, he leaned over and let his head rest against Jihyun’s shoulder. “I apologize. The wine has made me become much more forward in my thinking tonight. You know I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Jihyun... I worry for you.”

A part of Jihyun’s heart whispered: If you know what I’d done... how I failed... you wouldn’t dare worry for me.

“I’ve always worried for you, my friend... when I look into your eyes... they may look physically cloudy upon first glimpse... but it goes deeper than that. There are clouds keeping your truth from me... and I won’t press you for what’s been haunting you as of late, but I want you to know... I will always listen when you are ready to speak to me, Jihyun. My heart is open to yours.” 

Jihyun’s own heart fluttered at those words that neither he or Jumin would ever explore the way they might’ve liked to, barriers, insecurities, fears holding them back, but to know it was there was to know what it was like to be home. To be home was to be with Jumin. For some reason, that was always the truth. That was always where he wanted to be, even if he couldn’t admit to himself, even when they were kids.

For Jihyun, even at his darkest moment, he yearned to know that Jumin would be there for him. Even if he couldn’t dare bring himself to ask for the help that Jumin would rightfully give without a second thought. Jihyun didn’t think that he deserved the operation on his injured eyes— just as much as he didn’t think he deserved Jumin’s love.

I know it is. It always has been. His heart whispered as the words were never confessed aloud.

[korasonata]

Ok but can we talk about Witchcraft SMP Cleo’s fortune that Prismarina gave her? I don’t really deal much with tarot cards, and she doesn’t really get a full complete reading, but I thought her first two cards were actually kind of interesting.

Her first card. The 9 of Cups. Often called the Wish card. Upright, it is typically a sign that you either A) already have everything you could ever want, OR B) this is a very good omen that something you DO want is about to be granted to you. The very first card she pulls.

An extremely good omen for Cleo, considering we as an audience know the thing she wants most in this particular moment. The sole reason Cleo is at this party at all is because she needs to gather Prismarina’s essence in order to curse her. Which, I might add, she does very successfully and flawlessly. The 9 of Cups - Wish granted.

And then she pulls the Devil card. Almost contradictory, in a sense. The Devil represents internal demons. Typically, this means that your judgement is being clouded by your own desires. This is not necessarily a BAD card, but it is interesting compared with the 9 of cups.

The 9 of Cups, which is an invitation to splurge. To live in the moment and indulge without any negative consequences.

And the Devil, indicative of self inflicted pain. In other words, you reap what you sow.

Very contradicting outcomes, indicating there is still no clear route she is set to take, and she can change paths at any time. The 9 of cups indicates indulgence with no consequences, but this is a TEMPORARY state. The Devil in this sense merely represents a warning. It reminds us not to be a slave to our own desires. It is a reminder that while her path is not set in stone, if she strays too far then there may be consequences. It’s a warning that while splurging is ok, to not be overly greedy. And if she doesn’t heed this warning?

In essence: Be careful what you wish for.

[weepingfireflies]

Lines from Epic: The Musical I'm Totally Normal About (<-lying)

The Troy Saga

"This is the will of the Gods" - the Horse and the Infant

"The blood on your hands is something you won't lose / All you can choose is whose" - the Horse and the Infant

"But when does a comet become a meteor? / When does a candle become a blaze? / When does a man become a monster? / When does a ripple become a tidal wave? / When does the reason become the blame?" - Just a Man

"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms" - Open Arms

Polities 's "See?" in Open Arms

Just Open Arms in general

The Cyclops Saga

"What gives you the right to deal a pain so deep / Don’t you know that pain you sow is pain you reap?" - Polyphemus

"Captain..." - Survive (Polites)

"You've hurt me enough / Six hundred lives I'll take / Six hundred lives I'll break / And when I kill you then my pain is over" - Survive

"Remember them / When the fire begins to fade / For the fallen and afraid / We are not to let them die in vain" - Remember Them

"Finish it / No." - Remember Them

"My friend is dead, our foe is blind / the blood we shed, it never dries" - Remember Them

"When we met, I led with peace / while you fed your inner beast" - Remember Them

"You're alone!" - My Goodbye

[pageofdoomfuldemise]

Page of Doom

This will probably remain to be the only post I will ever make, I’m saying this for the record, and leaving it at that for the world to see.

I’m not saying this in a purely negative way, but I’m just gonna info dump this one classpect. Because it’s mine ^~^

This is entirely because I couldn’t find much upon the page of doom class on the interwebs, (and trust me, I dove pretty deep.)

Because for the page class being the class of limitless potential, and the hardest challenge, as well as having a little bit of a weakling… we literally are obligated by our personal issues of initial weakness to have others pick up the slack. Our ultimate fate lies within others. The people who surround us. Will they destroy us? Manipulate us? Exploit us? Steal from us? Create in us? Understand us? Who’s best for the job anyways?? To truly bring us to completion?!

The answer to that… is yes.

They are all. Needed.

As we are the clay, each person shapes the page into who they will ultimately become.

That does not take away our responsibility of our actions. But we are easily stumbled, we are very impressionable.

Now add doom into the mix.

And you now have a double edged sword.

Doom… the aspect of suffering. Of fate. The final destination, whether that be life or death? A doom bound could be fated to attain eternal youth, and that’d be their doom.

So doom does not necessarily mean death. Because death means aging. That’s time.

But! We’re entropy, we are resentment, we are the resigned to what life has for us. We have the weakness, and we have empathy for it.

We may be the most understanding, empathetic, caring, kind, and grateful aspect in the wheel… at least when we’re at our best.

We understand, because we’ve experienced it.

We empathize, because we don’t want anyone else to experience the same.

We care.

We’re kind.

We’re grateful of what we DO have, rather than what we could have.

We, at our best… don’t say poor me at a stubbed toe. We just get through it…

But then again that kinda leads me to the classpect.

The page of doom.

If you thought a knight of blood was weak?? Then just look at the page of doom.

But just like Karkat, who made strength from his connections in his companions.(which is similar to what pages do. Not calling KK a page, he’s most definitely a knight.)

A page of doom, thrives within weakness. Thrives in entropy.

If a page is supposedly “served their aspect”

Then the page of doom is served doom.

So. Kick your fellow page of doom.

It’ll hurt us, but “what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger” is all too real for this classpect

In order for a page of doom to complete his or her or their challenge. They’re gonna need to GO THROUGH HELL.

And then, after much pain? RISE OUT OF IT!

Then? Whatever pain comes after? We don’t feel it.

I mean, we feel the stubbed toe. But it doesn’t affect us.

I mean, we won’t enjoy it… we aren’t masochists. But dammit if we don’t seem like it sometimes

We don’t look for suffering, suffering finds us.

…

But. It doesn’t have to be that way forever

If you’re a page of doom. And you’re reading this?

With enough time, and a little creativity

Gathering information, even if you have to pull it from the obscure and mysteriously forgotten

Take heart. Know yourself. Your potential. You’re unique!

But be mindful. You’re not god. You are what you eat. You reap what you sow.

Don’t be afraid of anger, but instead, hope you’ll pull yourself out of it before anyone gets hurt

Don’t be afraid to be free. But also. Don’t be afraid of the people who love you.

Attain ultimate balance.

Accept weakness, and what you’re incapable of doing. I mean not everyone can be an astronaut…!

But do what you can!! In every moment. And what you could have done better, be wise and acknowledge that! Know that if your just a little kinder next time? Maybe you could have avoided that argument.

…

Have you ever seen a nerd stand up to a bully…?

A weakling, stand up to an immeasurable hulk?

They fight them.

They get hit. They get kicked. They get hurt.

But they don’t back down.

They get back up, every time.

And everyone watching? Begins to realize, that it’s the bully who is the weakling.

Because it takes a weakling to spit on someone when they’re down.

Or to insult someone who’s born like that.

It’s not just weak. It’s pathetic. It’s insecure. It’s self destructive.

It’s oddly inspiring to see someone stand up for the weak.

It’s incredibly brave to stand up to a bully for someone who’s weaker than even them! Weak? Is not an insult to a page of doom. Instead? It’s an opportunity. An opportunity written in the very fabric of the universe.

An opportunity to be able to sacrifice more. In order To become a martyr. You don’t need to be the strongest… you just have to give it your all.

Say you have millions of dollars

And you give hundreds of thousands of it.

And you’re wondering why people say “big whoop”

Go ahead millionaire, give it your all.

What does money matter anyhow…? When you’re dead it won’t matter. When your alive, someone other than you could use that money more than you. And if they’ll love you if you give them even a dollar…? What if you gave the world… all starving children you possibly can? Your everything. Every resource. Every penny. Every single can. Every little piece of clothing.

“Be homeless? Why, that’s absurd!!!”

“I have everything I’ve ever needed! Everything I could ever want! I’m so comfortable! How could I possibly give it all…? It would feel like dying.”

Yes. But what is one life in the face of thousands of children. Crying. Screaming. Holding out their hand out to you. And you… turn your face away from them……?

…

“Okay say I do give everything? What’s in it for me?”

The adoration of the world? And if there’s a god? You’d better believe you’re getting into whatever heaven is out there.

“I don’t believe in heaven.”

Then record it. Record it and post it on social media. That’ll be your reward instead.

Didn’t I say the adoration of the world?…

Am I getting off track? No. I don’t think I am.

This is what it means to be a page of doom.

You will be the champion of the world’s underdogs.

You will understand the strength that is within weakness.

… all in all? You may be the only classpect who ever could see strength in weakness.

Literal weakness.

A decrypted arm.

Cancer.

Disease.

An ugly face?

You’re not the strongest.

You’re not the most beautiful.

You’re right.

And you’re a work of art

When will the world see? That it’s the weak. That are strong.

The first will be last.

The last, first.

The meaning of life isn’t that hard.

Life shouldn’t be taking care of my own, my family, my own inner circle.

Life should be that you treat everyone as a brother or a sister

Bless those who persecute you.

Love those who hate you.

You’ll pour burning hot coals on their head.

Justice is best served when it’s meant to. Let karma, or whatever comes along to give them what they deserve.

Instead? Save your own skin. Don’t be apart of that bad karma.

Don’t hit back.

Turn the other cheek.

Love.

Love.

Love…

Until you eventually die. Knowing that you made this world a better place than what it was.

Because the alternative…?

Is the destruction of the world.

Everybody wants to save the world

But nobody wants to die.

…

[kaylikestodrawlittlenightmares]

WRITING TIME MFS-

Au we reap what we sow.

@rebuilding-paradise @the-post-crow / @the-post-crow-again @tea-the-not-understanding @m00r3-cha0s

Trigger warning

This work contains: death,reanimated cookies,syringes, character death,and described gore,body horror.

Character mentions: Butter roll cookie,Dark enchatress cookie,energy drink cookie, crystal sugar cookie (oc),strawberry cookie,Wasabi cookie.

“YOU JUST COULDN’T LET HER DIE COULD YOU??THIS COULD HAVE ALLL BEEN PREVENTED! “ Energy drink screamed at Wasabi holding Strawberry cookie close “She ASKED for help I was trying to make an antidote-“ Wasbi was quickly cut off by a groan from an infected dark enchatress who was soon blasted away by Butter Roll cookie “sorry boss-“ he said as he looked at the bloated body of dark enchantress with a wince. Energy drink sighed still holding Strawberry close to him “don’t look.. Listen Wasabi. I don’t care if she was your favorite niece or whatever… you turned her into a jellywalker and now she’s infected most of the kingdom. Well… beast yeast… We have to get to the base before it’s too late, we already lost dark enchatress I’m not loosing strawberry to those.. things.” Wasabi began to tear up “She was too young for this! She had just turned twenty! I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try….” Energy drink turned his back on wasabi and motioned Butter roll to follow “Maybe don’t INJECT things you don’t KNOW work into your NEICE. Maybe THEN we would be safe..” he sighed as he and Butter roll walked to the base. Wasabi stayed behind to defend them from jellywalkers… she couldn’t live with the knowledge that after her experiments.. where jelly came out of Crystal sugars body where she was in pain but thought she was getting better but really getting worse- Wasbi coughed looking at the jam on her hand. Seems like it runs in the family.

[edandstede]

You can just say you don't like Izzy you don't have to say he deserves to be abused

he doesn’t! ignoring the fact that what characters “deserve” isn’t always the best way to view stories because, y’know, how much can a character deserve anything? characters do things to shape the stories they’re in, to make the story what it is, to give actions and reactions and consequences, it’s not about deserve.

anyway. if we’re doing this, then no, izzy doesn’t deserve bodily harm, to become disabled because of ed’s actions. of course he bloody doesn’t, stede’s reaction to the toes thing (“where’s the laugh there?”) Is right, it’s not funny, it’s deeply upsetting and we the viewers obviously know it isn’t right or okay.

i was talking about izzy emotionally abusing and manipulating ed into becoming the violent persona that ed didn’t want to be anymore, making him feel he had no safe alternative, which ed didn’t deserve either. do you see? how both can inflict shit on each other and neither of them have to be right about it? izzy has suffered the violent masculinity he believed made blackbeard great, believes makes men and pirates great, which is actually fucking tragic. it’s sad izzy even thought that way, but he isn’t the only man on the show to do so. it’s what ofmd is so good at highlighting. they have both made horrific choices and permanent damage has been done. they both have to deal with that, and i wholly believe they will. i would be curious to know what initially brought them together, because there must be some genuine friendship and trust there that’s been soiled along the way and has ended up a cycle of them hurting one another and not listening or breaking it off.

i do like izzy, i think he’s an interesting character and played exceptionally well, and i’m looking forward to his arc in s2. i think he has his own shit he’s never talked about that viewers aren’t privy to yet - not in a “tragic backstory absolves character of actions” way, just baggage like most of the characters have that dictates some of their decisions - and i would love to see some of those layers peeled back. there’s a lot going on there for sure.

what i don’t like are Izzy Fans™️ who cannot stand any kind of criticism of his character, when he is quite literally one of the main antagonists of s1. i also don’t like how so many conversations centre around him while other characters are sidelined. like fucking hell just be capable of discussing stuff without getting your knickers in a twist, please. you can like izzy without jumping to his defence as soon as someone else points out he fucked up too, badly so and many times, regardless of his own pain. i promise nobody will stop you liking him. it’s okay. someone tagging an izzy post as “yes cry harder” or “you reap what you sow” etc doesn’t mean all of the above isn’t also true lmao i’m sure izzy will cope

[sheismo]

When I tell people I’m not religious or a Christian they’re confused. Yes. I grew up Christian. But I do not claim Christianity. Im a spiritualist. A child of God. A friend is Yeshua. A healing woman.

My grandmother is actually an evangelist. She can see the light & darkness in people. She can tell you something about yourself that you don’t even know about yourself. It can sometimes be scary. And my ancestory is deeply connected to Christianity however it’s been “blindly” linked to hoodoo too for centuries. We’ve been told so many times how to shake a fever or cleanse ourselves with “homemade” remedies. 🤐

I’ve learned so much about Christianity,the world and even other religions that I cannot be blind. Especially when it comes to the oppression of black Americans. The tea is Christianity isn’t “the white man’s religion” it was westernized by white men and used as a tool to control our ancestors during slavery. That’s a wholeeee other story for another day. 😬With all that being said I understand and know how religion was used against my ancestors.

I cannot turn the blind eye to the hurt and I pain of my ancestors. I cannot dishonor them. For they came before & they’re the reason I am who I am and think the way I do ! This isn’t “new” .. in my bloodline there’s someone who felt the same way & understood things the way I did. God has put it on my heart so many times that my spiritual views & awakening was destined. I truly feel chosen. My grandmother truly believes I had an encounter with God at 5 years old once when I passed out ; I pray that God shows me that someday. 🤞🏾

Now don’t get it twisted at all .. I LOVE GOD. The creator. The higher power. I understand that God is love & light. God is both masculine and feminine. God is a celestial of extreme power. God is understanding. God is kind. God is peace. God is ONE. There’s no other God. There’s no one else to worship. Honor your ancestors not worship them.

I know Jesus. I love Jesus. I understand his prophecy. I deeply resonate with it actually. My goal in life is to be CHRIST like. WWJD is so important to me. Jesus didn’t like religion. He felt it was lots of dishonesty & hypocrisy. I get why. I want to be a reflection of Jesus’s attitude & light. I want to be the kindest and most genuine person. I want to help others & truly tap into my inner peace.I understand that repentance is necessary as well as karma. You truly reap what you sow. Prayer is essential. Faith is essential. Being back in the Bible has genuinely been healing. I’m getting closer and closer to God & I am thankful for God’s grace over my life to be back in his arms is AMAZING. I feel so content with life. I want nothing but positivity. I want my spirit to be healed and cleansed from my past transgressions. I see the depth in everything.. everything is spiritual.

I love that God made me in his image & I know that he understands me spiritually. Each day I grow & learn something new. I know that God & goodness runs in my veins. I know that part of my purpose is to truly understand who I am spiritual & to heal/expand my spirit. I must honor God & live I LIGHT. Nothing of this world can even satisfy me. I have God so I have all I need.

[whyareweherereally]

Part two of my previous post and continuing with the shared lines :)

Long post incoming

Victor: Soot is more precious than fire. Fire fades, but soot feeds the earth

Taya: One for death and two for birth, three for wind and four for earth

Oyun: Mother Boddho warms her kin, feeds them from the bosom of her veins

Oyun: They call her Earth

Aspity: Deep beneath the earth’s feet, everything is true and nothing is permitted. Defy her not

Aspity: To tame his insolence earth disgorged a monster from deep within her bowels

Capella: The sky is cloudy yet/ earth awaits your casket/ and filling your pockets/ is a whole lot of crickets

Georgiy: An umbilical cord connects the earth and the cosmos. It is a ladder, a spring, a bowstring. It is you.

Maria: Earth is the least attractive element. To fly you only need air, water and fire

Mark/Taya: So you need an upper hand. A foot in the door! A head… Let’s leave the head screwed for now

Vlad Jr: You want to have the upper hand and need to get your foot in the door, but your head – I’m not quite sure what to do about your head

Sticky: I’ll take you to your end, tend, mend, friend

Taya/Notkin: I’ll take you to your end, tend, mend

Rubin: All the wisdom you gain you pay for in pain

Peter: Life is a night in the bar. All the wisdom you gain you pay  for in pain

Andrey/Rubin: I’m a simple man, why talk when you can fight

Notkin/Sticky: Put my trust in paws, claws, and whiskers… not your drifter

Bad Grief/ Notkin: There once was a man of great humor who found he was dead of a tumor but he woke up today, to his neighbors dismay, and that of his cow’s when he took her!

Mark: See no evil, hear no evil, display no evil

Oyun: See no evil, hear no evil, know no evil

Maria/Murk/Lara: They lived happily ever after, and horribly ever before

Anna: Happily ever after...lasted for about a week and change

Georgiy/Maria/Daniil: Sow an act you reap a habit, sow a habit you reap a character, sow a character you reap a destiny

Yulia: Sow an act you reap a habit, sow a habit you reap a character, a character leads to a conclusion

Clara/Lara: White birds are killed yet black cats are beloved

Lara: The train arrives… what it brings will surely save us

Eva: A regular train will come soon. It’ll bring doctors and medicine from the Capital

Mark: The army arrives tomorrow. There’s our regular train

Clara: They’re expecting a train carrying medicine and doctors! Fools! They honestly think a train can fix this. Like hell it will

Vlad Sr/Lara/Vlad Jr: Who knocks on your door at night? Who screams down your chimney? A wight? No just the wind

Victor/Grace: You’re good my little dove, despite it all, you’re good

Murky: A good person, despite all the stuff, a good person

Rubin: It wasn’t me…

Grace: I didn’t do it. Don’t look at me like that

Clara: It wasn’t me. I swear! Everyone’s against me, but I’m guiltless

Clara: It wasn’t me. Don’t glare at me like that

Eva: It wasn’t me. Don’t look at me like that

Clara: God sees us from beneath the earth. Why do you think he is in Heaven? He is down below

Bad Grief: Nether above nor be low can Heaven or Hell be found

Capella: God saves the moon from the wolves

Eva: God keeps the moon from the wolves

Yulia/Eva: I’m not crying my eyes are just watering

Peter: This town has too many… buttresses

Georgiy: This town has too many… reinforcement ribs

Victor: This town… it’s got too many reinforcement

Mark: A good joke doesn’t need a punchline. It needs… structure

Georgiy/Maria: No, no one can replace Simon

Grace: Must you tread the earth with your feet?

Artemy: Can you feel it, the ground tremble

Eva: Tread softly. Don’t stir the earth

Sticky: Well knows the kitten whose meat it has eaten

Clara: The taby I chose had no fur and no nose, on eight paws he would linger, on his tail was a stinger

Anna: “Purrr” said the cat

Anna: “Meow! Meow! Feed me! Feed me!” God how do people put up with cats

Anna: A vicious cat I still just as stupid- and so is it with me

Notkin: Cats know the fact of the matter, ignore when a fool comes to chatter

Anna: Well knows the mouse that the cat’s out of the house

Andrey/Khan: When the cat’s away the mice will play

Katerina: Shh did you hear that?

Anna: Do I hear a child crying?

Vlad Jr: Did you hear that? A noise from the well? … Maybe I’ve just got the jitters

Taya: So much noise upstairs. Where did everyone go?

Victor: Is someone walking around upstairs

Eva: Every object has a heartbeat can’t you hear it?

Victor: There’s buzzing in my ears

Lara: Loving thy neighbor is a gift. Hatred is hard work

Clara: People… don’t like people much. But hating others… that’s a challenge to them too

Vlad Jr: What must be done, must be done… no matter how hard it is

Bad Grief: What must be, will be

Victor: You can ride a horse to battle, but you can’t make it sergeant

Aglaya: You can put a horse on a stand but you can’t make it testify

Grace/Maria: This has all happened before

Oyun: We’ve all been through this before

Mark: This is all retread, isn’t it?

Murky: Aww… I’m all damp and washed out. They’ll have to stich my belly back together

Grace: I’m drenched through to the bone

Lara/Aspity: Words without deed feel a garden with naught but weeds

Grace: Why don’t they bring anyone here? It’s so quiet

Eva: It’s so quite now…

Katerina: This quiet is a deceiver

Bad Grief: A well honed tongue breaks bones

Artemy: Words, too, break bone

Katerina: The worst is still to come

Khan: The worst is yet to come

Lara: Was it a month ago… I don’t remember

Yulia: I keep forgetting the simplest things these days

Capella: The children no longer remember me

Georgiy: A touch is an attentive look, or a keen word. One can touch with their hands too- but that is a hard skill to learn

Vlad Jr: I feel smothered in here… I need air…

Vlad Sr: I can’t breath… Not enough air…

Yulia: I ought to let some fresh air in, but… I’d prefer not to

Vlad Sr: Many a mickle… makes a muckle. There’s no hurry

Vlad Jr: Every little makes a mickle

Rubin/Vlad Jr: How heavy is a head?

Aglaya: I can’t stitch it together… but I can cut the knot

Aglaya: Only a fool would cut the Gordian knot. It ought to be… vivisected

Plague: You clive I tie

Artemy: That which is torn must be tied, and that conjoined- split apart

Rubin: The seam must not split

Aspity: Make connections. Mend everything your father has torn. Even if he was right to tear it

Plague: You’re al yourselves I can bind you. Let you come within one another’s souls. One-from-many

Grace: We’re fixed in place. You’re the tie that binds us

Capella: I think you’ve bound us

Rubin: I can’t move. I’m bound by… family ties

Aglaya/Taya: Needles and pins, buttons and tins, knives and shins

Aglaya: Have you met a courier on the way here?

Maria: Did you see anything on your way here

Peter: Stupid! Stupid! Oh… what an idiot I was…

Rubin/Vlad Sr: Stupid! Stupid… oh, how stupid I was

Daniil: God… what an idiot I was

Alexander S: Stupid! I was so stupid

Alexander B: Foolish, foolish. How foolish I was…

Maria: The rain, this goddamn rain… will it ever end? Pouring and pouring and pouring and pouring

Alexander B/Vlad Jr/Rubin: And the rain! The goddamn rain, does it ever end? Pouring and pouring and pouring and pouring

Daniil: This damn rain… will it ever end? The climate here is a chaos

Andrey: A guest is best when you see him less

Capella: Guests are always welcome here

Grace: A good host is grateful to their guests- not the other way around

Aglaya: The Commander and I haven’t held council, in defiance of protocol. I’m counting on you doctors

Alexander B: The Inquisitor and I haven’t held council, against protocol, I place my trust in the doctors

Aglaya: I haven’t slept for three days straight. I don’t think I have another one in me

Victor: I’ll sleep when I’m dead

Eva: I need sleep

Rubin: I’ll rest when I’m buried

Daniil: My head is pounding! I need some restless

Eva/Katerina: No lover’s as sweet as the silence of sleep

Grace: Sleep is an indulgence. I can go without

Bad Grief: Time enough to rest after death

Bad Grief: Many who sleep well speak ill

Aglaya: There’s little time left. And so much to do…

Aglaya: We weren’t given too much time, were we? The army arrives tomorrow

Daniil: Time is slipping through our fingers. We must act now

Alexander B: We have two more days. Day after tomorrow a choice must be made. So say the Powers that be

Bad Grief: Lose an hour, and you won’t catch up in a year

Rubin: Time is of essence

Murky/Taya: Buds bear flowers, clocks bear hours, bones bear nothing. They’re just bones

Rubin/Victor: Chain a rock to your ankle if you wish to see the bottom

Sticky: Hober-de-hoy half man and half a boy

Notkin: Half-man, half-boys no more knives no more toys

Andrey: What are you worried about? That they’ll chide you?

Sticky: What are you afraid of? That they’ll get mad? Huh?

Clara: There’s a lot of me… not so much of yourself

Clara: I pity you human, you’re so good, but there’s so little left of you

Maria: There’s still life in me, more life than can be lived

Eva: I’m overflowing with soul! I have enough to share

Katerina: Most life has already been lived. What a tiny sliver remains for us

Lara: Who will take responsibility for us now

Yulia: Whose problem have we become

Aspity: Roots and blood. That is what fills our veins. Roots and blood

Vlad Jr: Roots and blood. That’s the foundation beneath our feet.

Katerina: The worst is still to come

Khan: The worst is yet to come

Khan: All in all girls know better than boys. We’ll leave the boys outsmart

Bad Grief: For what the devil can’t do send a woman

Grace: It’s cold. Grave cold

Rubin: My fingers won’t bend… It’s the cold, that’s all… it’s just cold

Grace: Damp. I’m drenched through to the bone

Murky: Aw I’m all damp and washed out. They’ll have to stitch my belly back together

Katerina: It’s growing cold

Clara:Ugh, it’s so cold, isn’t it? Like cold-cold

Alexander B: I’ve had enough I’m going to break soon

Alexander S: No… I can’t stand it much longer

Daniil: I’m exhausted. On my last legs…

Georgiy: I’m so, so tired

Rubin: I’m at my rope’s end… I can’t take it anymore

Peter: That’s it I can’t take it anymore

Maria/Capella: And so, Katerina has an heiress no more

Georgiy: Katerina shouldn’t have cast Changeling out. Clara’s her true successor, her own daughter couldn’t be closer

Clara: My patrons have spurned me. Turned me out of their house. But they’ll pay for it

Alexander B: I feel feverish

Anna: I’m flushed, my cheeks are burning, aren’t they?

Maria: I’m feeling warm… oh it might be a fever

Maria: I feel feverish… do you think I’m getting sick?

Aglaya/Victor/Lara/Oyun/Mark/Maria/Rubin/Katerina/Yulia/Alexander B/Alexander S/Vlad Sr/Capella/Eva/Grace: Yes

Anna/Bad Grief: Yeah

Sticky: Yup

Aglaya/Victor/Lara/Andrey/Alexander B/Alexander S/Anna/Daniil/Bad Grief/Vlad Sr/Capella/ Eva/ Grace/Artemy/Katerina/Khan/Yulia/Vlad Jr/Sticky/Peter/Rubin/Oyun/Notkin/Mark/Maria: What?

Taya: So what?

Notkin: I’ve been saying it all along it seeped out of the Abattoir

Maria: It came from underground. For many years we buried our bones wrong

Lara: The source, the source… where is it? Can someone uncover it?

Bad Grief: The doctor’s quick on the draw. Already shot someone. So much for his oath

Vlad Jr: Our big city guest is a little too fast on the draw, isn’t he?

Notkin: The doctor from the Capital is more mangoose than weasel

Bad Grief: The city boy’s a bit off more than he can chew, won’t end well

Notkin: The man with the leather bag tested his new drug on people. Five dead! Big city quack…

Yulia: Dankovsky’s fallen in love with the children’s Tower

Artemy: This outsider… he’ll make a mess of things

Grace: He won’t be able to unfold this. He hails from a different life

Murky: Bachelor has found some strange clay

Aspity: No. The Kin will tell him nothing. We are worry of outsiders

Clara: You think you’re cool headed, but you’re just cooling

Clara: Warm hands, cold heart? The saying goes the other way

Aspity: Is it really deadly? Yes it is

Peter: Is it lethal?

Alexander S: Is there really no cure for this disease?

Katerina: What is this disease?

Yulia: Does anyone know which pills work?

Yulia/Eva: They say it’s neither cholera nor pox. So it can’t be that bad, can it?

Sticky: How can people protect themselves from the infection. You’re a doctor, you should know!

Victor: Is this disease indeed as deadly as they say?

Peter: Hey, what concoction can I drink to keep from catching it?

Daniil: What kind of disease id this? What kind of disease is this?

Alexander S: She’ll start the purge from the top of the ladder. I’ll be the first to swing

Artemy: She has her eye on the warrens… no good will come of it

Oyun: She is a herald of the law. Now we come to the time when deities begin to die…

Aspity: The Inquisitor proceeds with her terrible harvest… is she a pretty one, at least? A doll of bone china and rose gold

Bad Grief: The wench has us all over a barrel. Nothing to be done about it

Artemy: And yet she has a good heart. A kind heart

Yulia: She’s clearly a professional. A specialist in her trade

Mark: She made an example of murderers and mad men. That was merely prologue… the game itself is yet to start

Katerina: I’m afraid I’m of little use now

Yulia: I’m afraid I’m not much use now

Khan: This is it. No more games, No one needs us

[nahalism]

“There are people in the world who do vile things” well statistically, it’s males meaning men who do most of those “vile things”, you have every right to not believe me but I doubt the Federal Bureau of Investigation is making it all up with their statistics. It’s not what “some men” do to women, every man is an active participant in a patriarchal society men aren’t the victims under this patriarchal society, even the good men benefit from the systematic violence and oppression that women are constantly subjected to. I’m sure you have other female friends, so if it’s just “some men” why does EVERY single woman and girl over the age of 14 (sometimes even younger) has a story of rape or sexual assault or sexual harassment? I’m sorry, I’m not trying to “spew” rhetoric or make you change your mind on anything but I don’t think you’re as aware as you say you are and I don’t mean to be rude or snarky or bitchy saying this (I hope I’m not coming off that way sincerely, I know I can but this subject touches me) and as for the “having a son” I don’t ever want kids, I would never want to have a child when there’s more ugly than beauty in this world, this ain’t no world for a child so really don’t worry about yet another child being unwanted and mistreated, I’m usually more wary of people that want kids because when a child is being abused its always someone close to them more likely a parent. I don’t think of children as having cruel motives, I don’t look at a male child and think “he’s gonna be a rapist” I think that the people kids grow up to be is just a reflection of how WE as a collective whole, as a society have failed them. I’m not saying men are inherently evil, I don’t believe that either cause that would take away accountability, they make the choice to view women as less and to treat us as less, men are every bit capable of empathy and love but a lot of them don’t choose that, enough of them don’t choose that, that it’s dangerous to live as a woman in any country of the world, now come on now.( and when I say “‘men” I mean the class of men, not every individual man, just like when we say “white people” it’s obviously not every white person in existence)

i saw this and didnt want to reply, but i said i thought more of these conversations needed to take place and so here we go. — i dont think your rude or snarky and i take no offence to you having your opinion. however i do think your ignorant. and i dont say that to belittle you. there are things im ignorant about aswell. but i say it because you clearly dislike tate right? one of the main criticisms many level at him is that he holds derogatory opinions of women simply because he was hurt by one. if the same was said to a women it would be largely accepted that its because its easy to diminish and erase the lived experiences and feelings of women. but its been easy to diminish his pain in the same way, because given the history you reference, its almost as if when men suffer, particularly white men, they deserve the pain they are only now reaping, because its merely fraction of what they've sowed, and because its a consequence of experiencing reality without having the benefit of the privileges they previously profited from as their aid. the ugly truth is nobody is listening or seeing truth, only what feeds their feelings snd perspectives, thus their interests. humans are diminishing the suffering of other beings all day long, whether it be the rich and the poor, different ethnic groups, academics versus blue collar workers, people with different political interests, the pain of the animals, and the imbalances in our habitat, and on and on and on. that practice is futile and serves the interest of very few who profit off of that discord between us. but it does not profit us or offer a solution to ending this cycle. the bigger issue with tate is that he is not only a chauvinist, but he, through the weaponising of information that holds fragments of truth (how to get money, how to build muscles, how to 'rise and grind') tries to employ others into seeing what he says as the sole truth and as such coerce them, through what seems to be reason, into believing what he has to say. you have just done the exact same thing. whilst you have backtracked from 'not all men are bad' to it now being 'some men', you have attempted to make me feel like my opinion is not valid because i am mis or under informed. that, in itself, is a form of patriarchal debating (erasure) and serves to push and promote your agenda whilst quieting my voice and opinion, which you not only asked for, but then used as a springboard to spread your truth as a truth. what you are doing now is symptomatic of the very patriarchal regime which you have so much distain for. why is it a crime to believe what you believe, and advocate for it (not impose it), whilst letting others believe what they believe and do the same on their end. no one needs to be crushed or cropped out of the discussion. the argument you are a proponent of is merely a different side of the same coin. im not saying your reasons for feeling as you do are not valid, or that you shouldnt believe what you believe. i am saying that i choose a different coin entirely, and that is my prerogative.

i am not the most versed on every single act of terrorism or hatred that has been waged against women. but am educated on the matter and have first hand experience (not that i have to prove myself to anybody) of it. i come from a tribe of women who had fgm forcefully practiced on them, who had marriage and laws used to keep them in servitude to their husbands (upon which they endured many other abuses that im sure you can imagine), and i myself was a victim of sexual assault and grooming from before i hit double digits till the age of 13. (its important to note that the abuse i received was enforced by both men and women). i know about patriarchy and have seen what it reaps up close, but i refuse to hate what hates me for the sake of my anger. i personally (you are free to respond as you choose) want solutions that bring unity and allow me to see each individual for the individual they are and not for who their predecessors left them the legacy of being. i believe its awareness and presence, with love, that brings healing, and we can only unite, if we make space for that healing to begin. so leave me to believe and do my thing as i will. you or any others who feel called to agree or join are free to, or are free to leave. all i will say, is be mindful of your assumptions, of your bias, and of the conclusions you draw as a consequence of them. it can lead to dangerous beliefs, and as such actions. the only wars i will wage are those that bring more love. peace to you and yours