#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.

[writtenbyjeanofarc]

⋆𐙚₊ SILENCE IS COMPLIANCE. ˚⊹♡

that boy is a monster <3

˚ · .─ genre: psychological horror, thriller, smut, porn with plot.

˚ · .─ pairing: Johan Liebert x You (Fem! Reader)

˚ · .─ warnings: guilt tripping, facefucking, stalking and sexual harassment (on Johan’s end), fingering, slight praise and degradation, oral sex (you giving), sadist! top! Johan, implied threats of blackmail. Johan is unpleasant to be around as always, but HE IS HAVING FUN.

˚ · .─ summary: You, a renowned private detective working alongside Richard Braun, happen to be overwhelmed with a lingering sense of guilt that was almost painful to get rid of. It may have been your conscience taking over you after your subordinate Mr. Braun called you by the phone, confirming that your plan to execute 17-year old Stephan Joos was successful. As his superior, it was your responsibility to command a group of detectives on whether executing the accused was an option in the first place. The fear of having your name tarnished as a trusted detective befalls you, even more so when a mysterious man who has been keeping tabs on you pays you a visit.

Johan currently has plans for killing off Schuwald and anyone close to the tycoon. Because of your affiliation with Schuwald, he also happens to take an interest in you for the time being after knowing you were hired alongside Mr. Braun to investigate a “suicide.” Performing a deep dive on your position over Mr. Braun, you never knew all would be too late for you as Johan knew about the enabler behind a teenager’s death, and it was none other than you — Detective [Name].

˚ · .─ author’s note: This takes place after the death of Richard Braun. The most disturbing fact about this is that Johan’s basically just killing time here. He’s beyond evil and as we all know, this man is a walking red flag but red is my favorite color. Also, do note that I forgot most of the events in Monster, which prompted me to search up the Wiki to get caught up. So don’t be surprised if there are any plotholes. I tried my best. I now have to take a shower with how nasty I felt writing this. Who doesn’t want to see our man facefucking reader? Right. Anyhow, enjoy.

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Droplets of rain cascaded down the streets of a hollow, yet bustling town in central Germany. Ashy smoke polluted the air, if not filled, allowing you to take a whiff of what it was truly like to be in a place so dynamic, yet irresponsibly handled by authorities. On your way home, a different type of clutch has weighed in your chest — the feeling of someone’s ghost haunting you to the depths of your heart, mind, and soul. If not a ghost, then a gut instinct, a heavy one at that, pleading you guilty of a crime you indirectly committed. It was as if a pitch black hole of dread was looming over your eyesight, tracking you down until you were about to end up having a heart attack.

So you drew in a deep breath, taken aback by your pointless worries, and asked yourself: Why feel such if the guilt I’ve been experiencing has not been backed up by witnesses? Perhaps if my plan was to be discovered, the blame wouldn’t be put on me, but Richard. After all, he was the one who explicitly murdered Stephan.

On a brighter note, working as a renowned private investigator did not just pay you well. You were a superior, a senior figure, at best. Reaping the rewards you sowed from almost a decade of hard work, you collaborated with skilled professionals with great respect carried with your name. From closing cases and bringing justice, everyone of those victims you saved look up to you. You always paraded yourself as a knight in shining armor, because cleansing the world off of its taint was what you believed you did best.

Yet here you are, hands trembling as you slowly unlock the door leading to your apartment. Soaking wet from the rainfall, you sigh of relief, stripping yourself off of the protective raincoat your mother gave you. It was about 6:00 in the evening.

You could remember hearing about Richard’s death all too well, yet can’t identify who drove him to kick his own bucket. At first, you suspected the man who often hung around children — perhaps he murdered your subordinate, or maybe convinced him to drink up to a point where he couldn’t tolerate its toxicity. A part of you wanted to despise the man after he may have been responsible for your subordinate’s death. So you took a whole bottle of alcohol from your kitchen in hopes of letting your guilt fade, in hopes that your drunken state would absolve you of any sin you were responsible for causing.

Maybe if you called up your subordinate Richard asking how he was doing after murdering Stephan, maybe he wouldn’t have taken his own life. But tonight was no use dwelling on such, for you had to focus on getting drunk after every ounce of guilt thrown your way. After finishing a whole bottle of whiskey in the dining room, a plethora of intrusive thoughts began to overtake you as you made your way to bed.

The worst scenario you envisioned was becoming involved in a “scandal” that cost you your career, potentially endangering your reputation as a trusted detective. Another thought was receiving consequences in the next life for your plan to execute Stephan Joos without due process — no one pleading guilty, and definitely no chance for him to share his side of the story. You may have had a strong sense of justice, but a lingering smoke of conscience came with this gift. You didn’t know what to make of it. Regardless, you feared that the guilt would eat you away, leaving you with nothing but misery in the potentially evident afterlife.

However, the last thought was something you wanted to brush up against most. All you could think of was Mr. Braun’s warning to you regarding a peculiar young man that often hung around by the nearest orphanage. You always suspected the blonde, clad in a turtleneck and a loose brown suit paired with pants of similar fabric. Mr. Braun claims that the man’s got something planned for your mentor, Hans Georg Schuwald. But something didn’t sit right with you the moment you dreamt of his touch. You definitely didn’t want to think about it, though you can feel moisture well up in your designated area from the thought of him defiling your dignity.

Naturally, you’d want to avoid this man at all costs, and instead, focus further on investigating Fahren’s suicide. However, like Richard, you also suspected him to be a significant part of the case you were hired to solve. Perhaps he ordered professional killers to induce suicide within the victim’s will, or that he manipulated them to his will himself. Either way, you were preoccupied with putting an end to this man‘s life, as ironic as it sounds, while also absolving yourself of the sins left upon you by the now deceased Richard.

What if I’m not doing my job the way it should be done? What if I failed to meet the victims’ expectations? Am I being complicit to the fact that my subordinate put that teenager down like a rabid dog? Maybe if I didn’t push Richard to kill that young man, I wouldn’t behave as if a shotgun aimed straight to my heart…..

The clock hit 9:00 late night; your body fell unconscious hours ago, having lost track of time. You were placed in no other state but a deep sleep — no thoughts plaguing your head this time, with definitely no sense of urgency. You laid in bed bare, leaving you to fall prey under anyone opportunistic enough to take you in.

But you didn’t care. Your home was yours to live by. You lived on your own. After your parents granted you permission to move out, this apartment was the only choice you had. You didn’t tell anyone of where you lived, not even the colleague closest to you at this very moment. So it would be impossible for someone to track down your whereabouts at night this late, right?

Your momentum was ruined the time your telephone rang. Despite it being in the living room, its tone was loud and clear that you jolted awake, only to hear a couple of sounds overwhelming your hearing. The first sound was the ringing outside your bedroom, along with a doorbell that was deafening enough to awaken a neighboring apartment.

“Huh—Who…..who could it……be???“, you stammered, getting up from a drunken state and nearly stumbling to the floor. “C-coming…..!!!”

Rubbing your eyes, you got up and about while rushing to the main door. Undoing every lock, you slowly reached out to the knob, twisting it, only to be greeted with a man who seemed friendly and polite.

“Ah, my apologies,” the man laughed. “…..How rude of me to interfere in such a questionable hour. Johan Liebert, ma’am. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you as I’ve heard of your meaningful contributions to one of Germany’s best investigation teams.”

“Johan……that was his name?” you thought.

Johan continued to speak.

“Pardon me for my sudden intrusion, but I didn’t know the senior of this team was such a busy woman. I should have paid you a visit some other time.”

“N-No, it’s fine,” you replied with hesitation. “Come on in, I can make us a cup of tea.”

“Oh?” he spoke once more. “In that case, I’d love to be indulged.”

Without warning, Johan stepped foot inside your apartment unprovoked. You had the slightest idea of what he was up to, but you didn’t really care. You were half tipsy, after all.

Footsteps were heard as the main door closed, locking you both inside your apartment. You went straight for the cupboard, preparing two cups of tea for the both of you. Silence filled the air — it was almost awkward to know that you two barely spoke in the middle of it all.

You preferred your tea a little sweet, so adding some sugar didn’t really take away its appeal. After welcoming your guest with chamomile tea, the two of you shared a table, pulling the chairs out in order to accommodate each other’s presence. The atmosphere was so tense, it left you slightly lightheaded, but it wasn’t like it mattered to you.

Sipping your cup, you wanted to initiate a conversation with the young man in front of you. However, as soon as you were about to utter a word, Johan interjected.

“Not a bad night, eh?”

“Not so much.” you replied. “I just got home after an exhausting day of work. Ah, forgive me. I forgot to introduce myself. Name’s [Name].”

“I know.” Johan reassured, smiling. “I’ve heard you were responsible for investigating a series of murders in this town. Quite the skilled investigator, I must say. It is to no surprise you’ve been voted as the team’s senior.”

You didn’t answer, leaving the room filled with silence as he continued to drink from his cup.

“See, I’m a law student who’s been researching a case for my report. I happened to discover that you were involved in the murder of a young boy named Stephan Joos, as he was executed by Mr. Braun. Is this true?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, walls being put up as a defense to what Johan has disclosed to you. You wanted to end this man’s life right here, only to find out you didn’t have your gun. You were about to make an alibi and leave the table, but Johan saw right through your plan, stopping you.

“Aha, well…..” you laughed. “That isn’t true. In fact, it was Mr. Braun who chose to murder that young man. I even have a recording of him telling me he chose to murder that man in cold blood. I, his superior, had nothing to do with that act. Now, if you’ll excuse me—“

“No, no, Miss [Name]…..” Johan reassured, his palms signaling that you stay where you were. “It’s no big deal. I’m not trying to antagonize you, I was just trying to confirm my findings.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s all you need to know.” you stammered. “Ah, I need to go to the bathroom, it’s just that—“

“Oh?” Johan raised an eyebrow. “Never mind. Of course you may, my apologies for the sudden reaction.”

Without hesitation, you retreated from the table and rushed to your room, unarmed and helpless. Johan’s smile dropped, arousing his suspicion on what you got planned for him. In turn, you searched through the closet in search for a gun you could use against Johan. After retrieving it, you kept the gun in your left pocket, in hopes of defending yourself against the man you suspected was a culprit behind Fahren’s suicide.

Sweat dropped from your forehead, your frail figure trying to keep things cool despite sitting eye to eye with Johan’s seemingly dangerous presence. After calming yourself down, you drew in deep breaths and kept yourself composed. It wasn’t like he was a mere stranger to you. Your subordinates have told you numerous observations about Johan, and it was just his name that you didn’t have any clue of. You only witnessed him in the orphanage where you and Braun were conducting investigations, but never had the chance to actually talk to him. Until…..

Three loud knocks came at your bedroom door, prompting you to snap out of a trance. Despite your fear, you stood up with confidence, hiding the gun in your pocket. You were armed now, so there wasn’t any need to worry much, right?

Opening the door, you found Johan still in his friendly facade, now smiling before your figure looking like a hot mess.

“Ah, Johan, what brings you here?” you asked. “I just told you I was going to the bathroom.”

“You’ve spent a long time there, so I decided to check up on you. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes, things are going well. Now let’s get back to work, shall we?”

“Of course.” Johan replied.

On your way back to the dining room, you suspected Johan to have caught you red-handed, but brushed it off for the time being. It’s not like he was smart enough, or invasive even, to sneak into your room unraveling the truth behind your escape. Right?

“Anyhow, please enlighten me about the victim, Stephan Joos. Do you know of any evidence that defined his upbringing? Any clues of his whereabouts? It’s impossible that you wouldn’t know of his name. You worked alongside Mr. Braun, after all.”

“Ah—yeah. Well, as a senior investigator, yes, I do know of his roots. That teenager has been subject to the abuse brought about by that place……Kinderheim 511. That place was hell on Earth, I would be better off not uttering its name.” you laughed. “So…..is that all you need to know, Mr. Liebert?”

Johan lets out a satisfactory hum, yet unconvinced in your delivery of words. He applauded you for knowing the case by heart, but he had a sneaking inkling that you, the superior, were hiding something highly significant to his findings.

“But did that give you the right to issue a murder without a warrant of arrest?” Johan’s voice darkened, with a hint of curiosity oozing from his words. Still, it was threatening enough that you took it as a personal attack. “Were you absolutely uninvolved in Mr. Braun’s pursuit for killing that young boy, uninvolved enough to let your subordinate do as he pleases?”

“What the hell are you mumbling about now?” you asked, raising your voice in defense of Johan's provocation. “I was never responsible for Stephan’s murder. You think there’s more to it than I know? You’re nothing but a young man pulling off an accusatory statement to tarnish my name. Are you not ashamed, Mr. Liebert? I can get you locked up in no time for putting the blame on me. I’m innocent. Mr. Braun’s guilty. I had absolutely nothing to do with—”

“You talk too much, [Name].” Johan interjected, his smile dropping in annoyance to your constant blabbering. “Still, defending yourself when on the verge of tears isn’t going to absolve you of your sins. Do you think your guilt will disappear when you lie?”

“No—!!!” you yelled.

“You orchestrated the murder of Stephan Joos, and you knew exactly what you were doing. Did I get it right?”

You stood up, pulled out your gun, holding Johan at gunpoint.

“……And what if I did, then?! What will you do about it?” you blurted out, defenseless as you gripped the gun with brute force. “I’ll kill you right here and then. You’re going to be held guilty for Fahren’s suicide, and eventually Schuwald will be informed of your plan!”

“Resorting to violence on a whim now, [Name]? Killing me won’t erase the lies you’ve told your victims from the moment you stepped foot into such a position. They’ll eventually know of your sins, then you’ll have no other choice but to choose the easy way out, and that is death.” Johan responded, as calm as he always was.

As you pulled the trigger without warning, you stopped dead in your tracks, realizing nothing came out of the gun. It was like your heart skipped a beat at that very moment. A fatal mistake, you would say. You were out of bullets, leaving you with no other choice but to dial the police force in hopes of capturing Johan.

“No, it won’t shoot!!!! Why?!!!”, you thought.

Johan stood up, walking straight up behind you, almost as if he was circling you — he’s watching your every move, and you knew he was doing an incredibly good job at it. You wanted to run from your own home, yet didn’t know where the telephone was as your body decided to freeze.

“Out of bullets?” Johan chuckled, gently snatching the gun off your hands as your subconscious complied with letting the unloaded gun free of your reach. He placed the gun at your front, and from behind, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears. Eventually, he landed both his hands on your shoulders.

“By the way…..when will you be seeing your colleagues again? Tomorrow, perhaps?” he asked, restoring his friendly tone. “Don’t you feel guilty for the murder of your subordinate? If it weren’t for your plan to execute Stephan Joos, Mr. Braun would’ve still been alive.”

A part of you wanted to succumb under Johan’s unwanted touch, another side of you wanted to resist. As Johan’s right hand ended up groping your breast, you immediately thought of coming up with a solid response — you didn’t want to be found out for what you did, but you knew Johan was capable of spilling the beans.

“H-How do you know all this…..?!” you asked, still clinging onto your pride and refusing to back down. “L-let go!!!”

“How do I know?” Johan replied, his left arm hovering downward to wrap around your waist. “By keeping in touch with your colleagues, of course.”

“How…..how long have you been watching me???”

Johan chuckled once more. “Why don’t you find out?”

Suddenly, you had to resist his sudden intrusion by pushing him away. It’s not like you wanted to be touched by Johan in any way, and tonight was definitely not the time to have your way with a man like him.

“I was thinking of letting your colleagues know about your little secret, but I’ve got other plans up my sleeve.” Johan proposed. “If you don’t want rumors getting out, then I don’t suggest choosing to resist.”

“Huh?!” you protested. “No, just no…..You can’t just pay me a visit and reveal this to my comrades!!!”

“Hm? As I mentioned, if you don’t want your secret getting out, you shouldn’t be in a place to resist. After all, you’re looking for a way to be expelled from Germany’s best investigation team.” Johan murmured, in a voice almost sultry. His right hand moved down past your trousers, palming your damp cunt with his huge, pale hands.

“N-no!!!! Please, I’ll…..fine!!! I’ll do anything you say, please, just don’t inform anyone of this!!!”

“As I thought…..” Johan’s tone remains dark, his fingers tinkering with your entrance without much effort. Swiping a finger across your folds, he gathered a reasonable amount of slick past them, up until he found your clit soaked in even more moisture. “You know…..you’re quite adorable when you squirm in such sensitive fashion, don’t you think, [Name]?”

“Ah! No!!!”, you yelled, jolting your body off of Johan and attempting to run towards the telephone. Dialing the police force was your last resort, so you ran away and looked out for the telephone. But since your body was programmed to function at fight-or-flight, your eyes wandered aimlessly, searching for the item that was out of your reach.

“It’s no use,” Johan smiled. “How do you file a report on a man who doesn’t even exist?”

“What is it that you want?! Wasn’t that enough? What have I done to deserve this? I’m onto you, kid! You’re going to tell me everything there is to know about your plans! So who are you? Who are you??!! Tell me!!!”

Johan sighed.

“What is it that I want?” he replied, moving inches closer to you. “To impose punishment.”

“It’s not like—it’s not like you’re some type of God!! You can’t—you can’t just…..let me do as you say if it means protecting my reputation! It’s not like you know everything that happened….. Do you?!” you yelled, taking steps backward and having you trip by the furniture of your own living room.

Your body aching from the pain after you fell to the floor face first, Johan approached you, reaching his hand out and intending to help you up.

“You should’ve been more careful, [Name].” Johan chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you in an attempt to carry your frame. “Here, let me help you.”

“Hands off me, you filthy piece of shit!”

“Oh?” Johan spoke softly, his hand now on your scalp, stroking it with his thumb. “I guess I really don’t have a choice, don’t I? I’ll just have my way with you if it means granting your wish, [Name]. Besides, you’re fairly beautiful, looking the way you do. It’d be a shame if we don’t spend such a grand night together.”

“Bastard!” you yelled. “Let go!!!

Johan ignored your pleas as he lifted you up bridal style, leading you to the bathroom and bringing you down to the floor where you struggled to get up. Your hair was unkempt as your pajamas happened to be soiled by dirt. Locking the door, you were left restrained by the bathroom’s tight little space, with no other place to retreat to.

“Somebody, help!!!”

“There is no paradise that awaits you, [Name]. Constantly running and falling to move past your sins won’t erase them. You’ll forever be tainted, and your actions are the one to blame.”

Johan crouched to your eye level as he began to tilt your chin up. Looking elsewhere, he began speaking once more, breaking the silence.

“Hm, you’ve always interested me the moment I entered university for the time being. You’ve always been really close to Schuwald, after all.” Johan spoke. “He even paid your dues for studying there, how sweet of him.”

“….He’s like….. a father…..to me.” you replied, slightly shedding tears out of desperation to get out of this situation. “Why…..what’s it to you……..???”

“Schuwald amuses me.“ Johan said, letting you go. See, I won’t reveal what I got planned for those close to him. There’s just more to your background that I know.”

“Just…..why……???” your body shaky as you attempted to get up, only to fail under Johan’s height blocking your view. “How long have you been watching me for?!”

“Three months. All I know is that you graduated from the same university I was attending, and that you moved out from your parents in less than a month.”

Your eyes widened at the information fed to you due to how accurate it was, but regardless, you let him continue.

“A Bachelor’s Degree in Criminal Justice, certifications from online programs held in Munich’s western block, and on top of it all, a Mid-Senior detective hired by several professionals in the industry of public and private investigation.” Johan announced, looking down at you with a seemingly false sense of humility. “Did I get it right?”

He held you still despite your futile attempts to resist him once more. Because you were slightly drunk, it was easy for Johan to take advantage of you right there and then, defiling you completely without a chance of atonement for your sins.

“N-no!!!!” you blurted out in defense, even if you knew he did understand your background correctly.

“Stay still, [Name]. You wouldn’t want to risk getting this secret out.” Johan smiled, unzipping the hem of his pants and reaching out for something hidden from your reach. “I suppose this is all you’ll hear from me. Just letting you know that I’ve been familiar with you from the time I entered Germany. There’s no other way to put it.”

“What are you planning?!” you asked. “It better not be you trying to blackmail me.”

“Do you really think I’d care enough to expose your crimes?” Johan asked, still maintaining a smile despite tilting your chin up with his finger. “Perhaps I’ll only do so if you refuse my advances.”

“…..And what do YOU want this time?!” you stammered.

“Don’t play dumb, [Name]. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Johan teased, letting out a smirk that hinted at everything but genuine. “You’re quite the eager professional yourself, I mean you never hesitated to order a murderer around, right? Why would you hesitate to please someone in exchange for cleaning up the problems you created?”

You froze dead on the spot, accepting your fate as Johan reached out for the roots of your hair, grabbing a fistful of it as he let his cock spring free.

“Such a tainted, desperate little girl who never weighed in the consequences of her actions.” Johan said with a blissful expression plastered on his face. “You should’ve been more ashamed of yourself. A senior investigator, staying silent in the face of a juvenile facing serious accusations of a crime? How will you look your colleagues in the eye tomorrow? Isn’t their senior a complicit pawn in the murder of an innocent child, hiding behind an empty bottle?”

Without further explanation, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, his other hand stroking his cock as its silhouette rested over your face. “But it’s all over. You’re going to seek atonement for the crimes you’ve committed, and that is by threatening me with a good time. Besides, you’re pretty much adorable on your own. A beautiful girl like you should feel grateful for stumbling across someone who openly shows an interest in her endeavors.” Johan’s voice is rather dark this time, exuding an eerie feel that sends shivers down your spine.

Your jaw dropped as you froze as a response to the sudden change in Johan’s treatment. Guiding his cock into your mouth, you wanted to curse, resist, and avoid his gaze as you were about to be facefucked by a monster before your very eyes.

Trying to maintain a sense of balance, you grabbed a fistful of his pants while he grabbed a fistful of your hair. Your head bobbed back and forth in varying tempos as he was in control of the scene, pushing you to comply with the pacing he liked. It felt dirty having to stumble upon a man as unsettling as he was, where his seemingly soft whispers have prompted you to believe he was harmless. Johan Liebert was his name, you thought…..and while you hated his guts, a part of you wanted to just give in to his wishes, if it meant not disclosing your plan to kill 17-year old Stephan Joos.

While taking him into your mouth, you began palming your cunt in hopes of fulfilling a favor bestowed onto you. You couldn’t speak against his remarks, so all you did was suck him off to his benefit.

Johan, on the other hand, chuckled at your pitiful state, sighing in pleasure from the flames he started. Sounds of wet, sloppy meat slapping against skin and suckling echoed throughout the area, it would be almost a crime to get caught in the act.

“Go on, [Name], do it for your future.” Johan spoke in his usual nasal tone, the sounds of skin slapping against skin growing loud as time passed. He let out a satisfied hum, expressing his desire as he rocked his hips to and fro. “Show the world how desperate you are — desperate enough to prove your worth as a savior of mankind. Even if you aren’t deserving of it, it would be nice to see you try. It’s just fun seeing people like you struggle past ethical means just to prove their purity to the world.”

You only moaned around in retaliation, and in spite of the taunts you received from a pleased Johan, you were beginning to embrace the thought of pleasuring him. It felt exciting in general for you to make a man squirm just by pleasing him orally. He obviously couldn’t get enough of you, just as you couldn’t get enough of him. However, when you thought you were getting it right, he pulled you away, leaving a string of saliva from between his tip and your tongue.

“Hm…..that was….not as great as I expected.” Johan’s smile dropped. “You’ll have to do much better, [Name]. Come on, you can do it. Think of all the victims lined up before you, begging to be saved. Would they be satisfied right now, knowing their team has murdered a juvenile in the name of justice? Have you considered how it would be like getting sentenced to death if I took your dirty laundry out for the world to see?”

Catching your breath, you were taken aback by his cruelty. What were you not doing right? You thought it was a joke, but was it?

“Begin again.” Johan commanded. “Otherwise, I’ll have to scatter your sins out for your family and friends to cherish.”

In response, you reached out for the underside of his cock, getting on your knees in an attempt to play around with his balls. You tinkered with them, held them in your palm, and bent over to plant kisses on them, boldly so.

Johan chuckled lowly at your sudden move. “Such a dirty, desperate little girl willing to do anything if it means preserving her morality. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Not one bit? Wouldn’t you be taken aback if I revealed how I was secretly recording you for my benefit?”

You shook your head, suckling at his balls like your future depended on it. A hand of yours stroked his cock, twisting it so he didn’t have to jerk it off in an attempt to assist you. This sickening wish of his to take you raw was something he wanted as a means to pass the time. You were nothing more than an object, a plaything he could fuck with while plotting to control all of Germany’s economy.

“As I thought. You really have no shame, don’t you, my dear? You cling onto purity as if it’ll save you from despair?”

After sucking him off from under, you placed your tongue at the underside of his cock, moving upward to lick past his length and onto the tip. Your lips puckered in a cute manner that it left Johan with a look of surprise, which became even more surprising when he witnessed you take all of him in one go. You did your best to pleasure him in exchange for security, which you believed would be best if you deepthroated him at that moment.

Johan threw his head back at the sight of you taking him in your throat, all out of an overwhelming heat that sparked from within. Letting out a moan, he let you take the lead as you began sucking him off in a slightly rougher approach than the last one.

To regain control over your intentions, he gripped your head and kept up with the pacing you initiated. Bobbing your head back and forth once more, more saliva coated his length, leaving him aroused at the feeling of contraction building up within his lower abdomen. The heat was, in fact, so intense that it was impossible Johan had all his clothes on.

Johan’s grip tightened as your slurps began to grow more audible over time. He let out a grin, stifling his moans and urges to curse right on the spot. To rile him up even more, you placed a hand right into his length and twisted it in a way that made him react accordingly.

“Mmmmmhhhh…....!!!“ Johan groaned, his voice slightly deepening at the forceful motion of your head thrusting back and forth. Grabbing another side of your head with his other hand, Johan was about to signal that he was close. This prompted you to get a little risqué, closing in on him by deepthroating him on the spot again.

You had to draw in a deep breath after slowing down to show him how magical your throat was. Warming his cock with your mouth was all you could do if it meant protecting yourself, so what would be better than to deepthroat him with a little effort?

As you held your breath, taking all of him made him shoot ropes of cum down your throat, everything occurring as his head was thrown back. To hide his eyes rolling back, he closed them…..firmly.

Retreating from his cock, it wasn’t over yet. He loomed over you once more, taking in the sight of your tongue out as his cum coated it. As sticky its texture was, a side of the encounter also sent shockwaves of arousal within him, leaving Johan to cum all over your face without any inhibitions, whatsoever.

“Hah, that was close, [Name]. You took me so well.” Johan applauded. “No worries, I wouldn’t……tell anyone about our encounter, or the way you executed Stephan Joos. This stays between us.”

“Oh, right…..” he added. “I believe it would be best if you cleaned up after the mess you just made.”

“The mess I made? Johan, you were the one who wanted this……” you spat.

“And what if I did?” he winked. “Just because you pleased me does not mean you’ll refuse to take responsibility.”

“Huh?”

“See, I’m leaving this town. I’ve changed my mind. I no longer want to kill Schuwald and those dear to him. I’ve grown bored of this endless little game between cat and mouse.”

“What?! So you just made this all up, and came all the way to my place only to get your cock sucked dry? Who the fuck do you think you are?!” you snapped.

“Dear, you’ll find out eventually. If I let you know my past, that is.”

Confused by Johan’s statement, he squatted before you and helped you get up like a gentleman.

“Come, [Name]. There’s plenty of things I haven’t discussed with you yet regarding my report. Keep in mind that my plans for you aren’t through yet. After all, I’ve taken a liking to you that it would be a shame for us to part ways at this very moment.”

You nodded, both of you making an exit from the bathroom to talk things through. Feeling disgusted from your cum-soaked clothes, you were ushered to meet Johan in your bedroom, where he was about to demonstrate what it’s like to truly know you.

Some secrets are never meant to be revealed, indeed.

[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.

[alan-in-the-outernet]

Apotheosis x Evil Sec fits them both perfectly-

I’m taking the headcanon now that Noogai has a voice like Polyphemus, specifically if they pissed him off.

“What gives you the right to deal a pain so deep? Don’t you know that pain you sow is pain you reap?”

Noogai ominously looming above the Color Gang, questioning them on why they would harm Alan and Himself so, and what gives them the RIGHT to harm a God?

“Time to drink your blood over where you stand, your life now is in my hand.”

Essentially he is telling them they are dead. Deader than dead.

Yeah!

Also pft! Noted to not piss Noogai off... then again it's just not a good idea in general to piss him off... it's really hard to do! But when you do... well...

...I fear for you, that's for certain!

[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.