#the other ones stay in their prison

[mosaickiwi]

your angle... or yuor devil

Emo has some business to take care of... but you're going to a Halloween party together later wahoo!!! [REDACTED] is he/him only for this since there's some other loser in the scene 🙄

cw: torture in the beginning, implied murder

proceed with caution

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

As if contemplating what to watch on TV, [REDACTED] glanced down at the sight in front of him.

Bound in an old, wooden chair, somebody's agonized cries for help went unanswered, muffled by the torn, bloodied knot of fabric tied over their mouth. They'd been nothing but incomprehensible since the first nail was painstakingly pried from their finger.

The bigger piece of torn cloth was bundled in their lap. Its folds held a steadily growing pile of teeth and fingernails. Some were whole, but most were in pieces from the messier extractions.

Normally, the dark haired man would have more satisfying tools at his disposal for the victim. But he didn't have the chance to run home, especially when a Halloween date with you was right around the corner. After a quick stop at a hardware store, today's (un)lucky winner got dragged into the nearest abandoned building.

Only a couple hours ago, hardly ten minutes after the time you normally took your lunch break, this piece of work had approached you. 

Of course, nothing came of it. And you told your beloved partner about the unwelcome interaction right away. Between the usual chatter and flirting once you video called him for lunch, you mentioned it in an offhand comment, a wrinkle in your forehead to boot.

Then you'd gone right back to talking about the holiday, and how excited you were for the party that night. [REDACTED] didn't move on so quickly.

Just as he leaned down, a metal nail poised over the shitstain's knee and a hammer in hand, his phone rang. The items clattered against the floor as he stood and hurried to yank it from his pocket.

The bound and gagged, soon-to-be-done-for stranger looked surprised, but oddly grateful for the brief escape from further torment.

Before he could even offer a greeting, you spoke.

"Hiii! I'm already finished making treat bags at the library. Do you wanna meet me at your apartment for a little while before the party? I'm headed there now."

"I'd love to, but M'not exactly free," [REDACTED] managed to answer calmly despite the whirlwind you lured his heart into. He kept his gaze on the wide eyed stranger in front of him, wondering if they'd test their luck. 

Surprisingly, they did their best to stay quiet, the over-dramatic, obnoxious sobs from earlier slowly subsiding into sniffles. He smugly smiled and turned, walking a few steps away. Even with their impending demise, he didn't want to share your voice with anyone.

"Oh," you said. "That's okay." The notable disappointment to your words pained him, and he had to throw a glare over his shoulder at his victim. 

It was their fault that he would be missing out on extra time with you. Why didn't they just mind their business, instead of trying to chat you up while waiting in line?

But, [REDACTED] shared some of the blame. He'd begrudgingly skipped the usual lunch break visit at your insistence, since you wanted to surprise him with the matching costumes you were picking up.

"So what are you doing then?" you asked, then passed right over the topic. "Never mind. It's probably work, right?"

"... Yeah. Work," he answered. Admittedly, he was thankful you decided to stop asking questions on your own. And that you didn't remember he normally worked from home. "M'sorry, love."

You hummed in thought. "No worries. Programming hours sure are all over the place. I guess they kinda have to be, with the kind of money you make though." There was a sudden, loud commotion in the background and you softly cursed.

"Angel?" your boyfriend worriedly called out.

"I'm fine! My stupid tail just got caught in the — I mean… I'm fine!!"

The hacker smiled in relief, already excited for the costumes you bought. He didn't trail you or sneak a peek at the store's cameras for once, but he did notice the bright red horns poking out of the shopping bag behind you while you ate. You must've changed into yours before you left. An angel and a demon — only you wanted him to be the angel. 

[REDACTED] laughed, almost forgetting the person tied up behind him until they weakly groaned in agony. His smile immediately turned to a frown; he had to hang up too soon for his liking.

He was apologetic as could be. "I won't be able to leave for a while, but I'll make sure to call you the second I'm done."

"You always do," you teased him. "I can't wait to see the look on your face once I give you your costume."

He instantly took the bait, as if he didn't already know. "Really? Why don't y'give me a hint?"

"Hmm… It's… uhh, your favorite thing in the world?"

Ah, that one was too obvious. Still, he wanted to pretend a little longer. The delighted look on your face was sure to be worth the wait. "I'll work hard t'figure it out before I get home."

Your almost impish laughter made his heart skip a beat. "See you soon, Ren."

The phone beeped and the screen went black, taking his good mood away.

With a faint sigh and a roll of his eyes, the dark haired man reached for the sledgehammer leaning against an upturned table. It weighed lighter in his hands than the one he was used to, but it'd do the job just fine. 

He turned back towards the stranger, bruised, battered and much too weak to do anything but stare up at their tormentor. 

All the joy in [REDACTED]'s demeanor was gone, replaced with commonplace boredom as he slung the hammer over one shoulder. "Guess y'kept quiet enough, so I'll make this quick."

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Horrible new theory about Runaan's shirt today.

-no, not the new one, the one he lost-

He's still got his green assassin shirt here on the balcony, and vest too:

But by the time Gren is thrown into the dungeon a couple days later, it's missing.

Runaan's also sporting bags under his eyes because he'd been kept awake all night, enjoying Viren's frustrations about losing Harrow and also getting denied the crown of Katolis.

So. About that missing shirt.

I can't think of too many things worse for a guy who wears four shirts at once than to have them all taken off while he's badly hurt and manacled to the wall, and then be tickled half to death all night long, on his birthday.

[m0rninglatte]

Prison duo core:

Stab the god of creation (Sword edition),

Nothing happens, heck one of em aint even there,

Their yelling at another verison of themseleves while the other is trying to stab their dad.

Stab the god of creation (Reaver edition),

Lose a person and huge fuckin spiral bout it.

[Spoiler alert: he ascended to god hood]

Stab the god of creation again (Trident + glitch edition),

God and Bird reunited?

Kiss about it.

[moongothic]

So I'm confused about something. There was a cover story about Ms Goldenweek and other Baroque works agents breaking Crocodile out of prison but he just. Told them no? And stayed there with Mr 1 and Mr 2? I don't get why he wanted to go to Impel Down just to break out when he had the chance

I can't tell you 100% why Crocodile chose to stay in prison and go to Impel Down, but my best guess really is that he was just...

Taking the L with grace

More specifically. Crocodile had lost everything. I think deep inside he might've been literally too depressed to want to go free again.

Like he does literally say that. He gave up.

He had been building his reputation as "the Hero of Alabasta" for at least 10 years at this point. He had built not just a criminal organization that he had been running for four years, but also he had been running legal business stuff (like his casino) for probably longer than that. A decade's worth of work and effort to take over a country, and most importantly, get away with it. The reason he had orchestrated that whole rebellion was so that the rebels and the royal family could "take each other out", leaving the country wide open for a World Government Official such as himself to take up. The reason Baroque Works was doing this all in secret was so that the WG never found out, otherwise they wouldn't have let him have Alabasta.

But indeed, his plans were foiled by a kid in flipflops in less than 24 hours, just at the final moment before Crocodile would win. He lost everything. And the World Government found out about what he had been planning.

So even if he escaped from that prison with his former agents, what was he going to do?

He wouldn't be able to take over Alabasta anymore because he did not have manpower (as he had lost all his goons), and having lost his financial empire he wouldn't be able to build a new army any time soon. And even if he did, now that they knew what he had done the people of Alabasta would not accept him as their new king, even if he personally assasinated Cobra and the entire family. Not to mention, the WG finding out about his plans meant that they had every fucking reason to try and stop Crocodile if he did as much as set foot on that island again. By which I mean, they could launch a Buster Call on his ass. Send all the fucking Admirals after him. And so, even if Crocodile still believed Pluton was somewhere in Alabasta and that he just had to comb through the entire desert to find it... Between the Alabastan people and the WG in the way, finding Pluton would not be easy. Especially when Robin wouldn't even be there to just point him directly to it. It could take years, if not decades, while fighting off the WG by himself. And that's while assuming Pluton was somewhere in Alabasta. Like WE the readers now know Pluton is in Wano, but since Robin didn't tell him that. All Robin said was that the Poneglyph "didn't mention the weapon", and Cobra's reaction to the name merely proved the weapon's existence in Crocodile's mind. But surely, because Crocodile is a smart young man, he'd understand there was a risk that Pluton could exist, but just not be in Alabasta, right? Like that would be a possibility too, right?

I think this is why Crocodile has given up on Alabasta. He had one opportunity at seizing the country, and he failed. And without Robin, he could spend the rest of his life combing through a haystack for a needle when there's no needle, and he'd have no idea. I think is why he explicitly says in Impel Down he no longer has "interest in that country". He won't be able to pull off another stunt like this, ever.

And that leads us back to "why not escape earlier and avoid going to Impel Down to begin with". Thanks to his status as a Shichibukai, Crocodile hasn't been on the run from the WG for like two decades. And the past 10 or so years he has seemingly lived a life of luxury in his funny little casino. But now, having lost everything, he'd be back on the run. And because he's a world famous former "hero of the people", there would be nowhere he'd be able to go where people would not recognize him and send the marines after him. So he'd be on the run, for the rest of his life or until he'd get capture again. And mind you, the guy does not trust anyone, so he'd be on the run alone. Without any purpose or goal.

And you might be thinking, "Daz and the rest of BW was still there!", yeah, arguably true. But at this point Crocodile had no reason to trust any of them. Like personally, I think the reason Crocodile ended up taking a liking to Daz was BECAUSE he chose to follow him to Impel Down when he really did not have to. Like Daz showed an unusual level of loyalty to Crocodile, and I think Crocodile recognized that. That's why Daz is still with Croc, post-timeskip. But Miss Goldenweek and co? Crocodile had no reason to believe they wouldn't betray him if given a chance and a reason. And if the WG would come chasing his ass, they'd have plenty of reason to try and betray Croc (handing Crocodile over to spare their own lives). Not to mention, when they come release their former boss from jail, what did Miss Goldenweek say?

"Let's do Baroque Works again"

As I've already explained in detail, I think we might know why Crocodile wasn't interested in being Baroque Works' "boss" again.

So. Yeah. If in Crocodile's mind he'd be on the run from the Government for the first time in two decades all alone, in a situation where rebuilding what he had before would be bloody hard if not downright impossible, and he wouldn't be able to obtain what he had spent the last decade working for regardless...

Taking the L and just going to prison might've been the easier option

[rascallyrose92]

I refuse to watch Sonic 3 if theres no Amy or Rouge. I refuse to compromise on this front. Both girls need to be there.

[blackpilljesus]

It's wild how a moid can see a woman, want to destroy her life and proceed to do just that. It becomes their primary purpose in life, they will spend time & money putting together and executing ways to abuse the woman they're set on harming.

People underestimate moid intention when it comes to hurting women. They dont do it by mistake, they dont do it because they're dealing with mental health issues, they do it because they hate women. They feel entitled to womens lives. Once a moid is fixated on a woman they wont stop until the they or the woman is dead.

Moids are predators and everyone knows it. It's beyond cruel how women are forced to coexist with their predators. So many cases of moids abducting, harassing, and raping, women start with the predator sighting these women just going about their lives. Many times these women weren't even aware of the moid being around. Some women have moved countries to get away from a predator that was fixated on them and the moid follows them !

I strongly urge women to not trust any moid, dont worry about looking rude/weird, & look into ways you can defend yourself. That said, none of this is womens fault. We live in a world that enables moids evil, we can only do so much individually under systemic maIe supremacist regime.

[jonny-versace]

Sorry one last thing is (drama addict) (super love fandom drama) I saw some b*llum fans gloating and shit while simultaneously going through gymnast routines to mentally deny it's also happening to them, which is funny because I have like 5 more years of speration.

[hannie-dul-set]

good morning. i have risen from the grave. the breakup soup is dropping sometime tomorrow (depends on when i get home). i have two new (fucked up) harem wips. a taesan wip. nabi is at 25k. how is everyone doing.

[comfymoth]

woke up thinking. about spiderbit. they r making me so sick and ill i’m gonna puke

[alphaketoglutaricacid]

That the collar used on izutsumi was first used on shuro is such a fascinating detail. Character foils of all time

[good-beanswrites]

Hello! Are you still doing requests for the drabble game? (If not it's still okay!!)

I've been browsing the milgram tags and I keep seeing your drabbles here and there and I've been so in love with each and single one of them. You characterize them in a way that feels so canon I wish it was actually real. Your stories are such a delight to read!

I'd like to request Lies + Kazui and Yuno, or Kazui with anyone really. He's been a liar through and through and I'd like him to talk with someone about it, and Yuno's the only other prisoner who can truly understand him. Especially with Kazui's trial going on and him leaning guilty, he would be more antsy than usual. (But if there's another scenario you'd like that's totally fine as well ^^) Thanks!

Aww thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed! :D And thank you for the request, these two are so interesting !! I imagine that Kazui can tell from the voices he hears that he's leaning guilty, or at least very close in the middle. Here's him and Yuno, following an instinctual lie that she just can't leave alone...

“I’m doing fine,” Kazui said, perfectly accustomed to lying about himself. He was used to putting on a smile when his insides were yanked into knots. He was used to ignoring signs under the surface for the sake of others. There was one thing he wasn’t prepared for, though, and that was Yuno Kashiki.

“Mmm, no you’re not.” She said matter-of-factly. She braided her hair in a complex pattern, hardly even looking at Kazui. Instead, her eyes stayed fixed on the tiny handheld mirror she’d propped up on the table in front of her.

It wasn’t the first time she’d caught him in one of his lies. She’d been merciful in the past, allowing the group to laugh it off and move on. Now, in private, she seemed much less forgiving. She wasn’t the only one in an unforgiving mood (which, conveniently, brought him back to the root of the problem.)

“What are you doing with your hair?” He peered over from behind. “It looks nice -- what’s the occasion?”

Her voice lilted as she said, “oh, well I’m so glad you asked! I’m celebrating the day that prisoner number seven tried and failed to hide his true feelings from me after I asked him oh-so politely how he was doing!” 

He returned her smile with a pained one. “I’m not hiding anything. I’m doing as well as any other prisoner. Better than most, for that matter.”

She returned to her task. “That’s a pretty low bar.”

“Heh, I guess.”

“So? What’s eating at you?”

“Just annoying young women who can’t leave an old man alone…” 

He thought they could leave it at that. Yuno disagreed. 

“Come on, it’s just us. Be honest.”

After a pause, he furrowed his brow. “Why?” 

Yuno wasn’t the nosy type. She could have probably gone through all three trials without knowing a single thing about the others’ sins. She’d been even more solitary this trial, forgoing the usual gossip and conversation. For some reason, she seemed unmovable on this request.

She caught his gaze through the mirror. He could only see one of her eyes, but from her angle she probably saw most of his face. “Because it hurts, to lie.”

It did. It had hurt for years. Even when his act became second nature, when the words flowed easily and his body moved without pause, the truth was still somewhere deep inside trying to eat him alive. Here in Milgram, he continued to feel its ache. Now, on top of the same old lies, he was trying to play the part of the calm and collected adult. Yuno was right about the bar being low -- the prisoners were in a sorry state. He had to be strong for them. She herself wasn’t doing well; despite the airs she put up, she was struggling just as much. (She wasn’t the only one who could pick up on someone else’s well-worn mask.)

So he couldn’t be honest and falter in front of her, either. Aware that his silence would be equally telling, he asked, “are you speaking from experience?”

“I’m not letting you change the subject,” Yuno pursed her lips, “but I’ll never miss an opportunity to talk about myself.”

She shifted in her chair, now turning away from the mirror to look at Kazui. He was taken aback with how smoothly the confessions spilled from her. “Yes, I know firsthand what it’s like. I know how much it hurts to lie to someone who loves you. I know what it’s like to wait until the last moment to say something, realizing it’s too late, and you’re screwed. I’ve had to cover up my pain in front of others, pretend like it’s all fun and games when it’s clearly not. And most of all, I know what it’s like to be caught in the middle of the warden’s judgment.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He did. 

Being named guilty is the worst fate for a lot of reasons. The thought of being forgiven, though, felt worse. There was no winning. Just another thing to claw at him from the inside out.

“It hurts, Kazui. I know you feel it. I realized how much all that secrecy tore me apart inside, so I came completely clean to the warden during my interrogation. I thought maybe it could help you, too.”

His expression softened. As much as Yuno wanted to be independent of this whole situation, there was always a part of her that wanted to treat others right. Seeing her intentions were pure, he felt himself relax under her gaze. 

“Telling them the truth… and being forgiven afterwards… will it help this ache, then?” He placed a hand on his chest. It was easier to direct his questions at her, but it was clear he was curious about his own fate. “Do you feel at peace now? Can you forgive yourself?” 

She turned back around. Her eye watched him from the mirror once more. 

“Yes,” she told him, and Kazui knew he wasn’t the only liar here.

[squishykitty825]

I would like to acknowledge that, while I may have post about having ADHD, I am not officially diagnosed. In all reality it’s really just my way of saying “hey, I recognize basically all of these ADHD symptoms in myself I most likely have it” and my friends and family being like “yeah you totally have it”. So, in place of an official diagnosis I would like to offer (until I eventually get an official diagnosis) this *academically* peer-reviewed diagnosis, that clearly states that I, Squishykitty (for legal reasons I will not be sharing my actual name), do, in fact, have ADHD.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[uncanny-tranny]

Hi! So i apologize preemptively if this seems like a silly or even nonsensical question, but im having a hard time getting into politics and more specifically finding more info regarding Anarchy.

It's been a subject I've been interested in for a while but never really branched out and looked further into bc everwhere I've looked, the info was always mushed into word vomit or it was someone giving their opinion regarding it.

Where could i learn more about it as a whole?

I haven't read anything from this site in a while, but I read a few essays from the Anarchist Library a while back. A few of those essays might be too opinionated, but that's kind of... the point of everything, if I'm honest (in addition to facts and statistics and whatnot). I'll recommend this site specifically because it is a bit more accessible for getting essays and also because you might find more specifics - I've read a few pieces years back on queer and trans anarchy, and found it helpful. Of course, some sources will be better than others, so exercise healthy questioning and interrogate whatever you do read.

Note that the hyperlink will take you to the front page of the Anarchist Library's website.

[linagram]

[ 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚘𝚖𝚒'𝚜 𝚝𝟸 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎-𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎

naomi's vd is here!! i can't wait to see what her verdict is gonna be this time. i've recently finished working on her t3 mv concept and it's actually my favorite one rn, so.. hehe >:3

Warnings for Naomi's VD: None

Warnings for Naomi's MV: None, except a child dies, but the description isn't that detailed.

(sounds of footsteps)

Miki: .. Eiji-san?

Eiji: What?

Miki: U-uh..

Miki: I just thought you wanted to talk about..

Miki: Well, what happened earlier.

Eiji: W-what do you want me to say?? 

Eiji: Yes, I know how weird it is. Yes, I know that Shun wasn't supposed to be able to touch me. 

Eiji: I.. I don't understand how this happened either.

Eiji: We're literally the guards of this prison. Aren't we supposed to always be protected? Aren't we supposed to be safe?

Eiji: W-what did go wrong?.. 

Eiji: Does this mean that the prisoners can easily hurt us anytime they want?..

Miki: If Ishizu-san was able to touch you..

Miki: Does that mean that I'm also-

Eiji: NO!

Eiji: Uh.. I mean..

Eiji: I-I will protect you if anything goes wrong. Trust me.

Miki: ...

Miki: T-thank you, Eiji-san..

Miki: A-and I will protect you too, of course!

Eiji: You already did, actually.

Miki: And I'll do it again if I have to!

Eiji: .. Heh, fine.

Eiji: But still..

Eiji: "Just why was Shun able to touch me? I swear there's always been something protecting us."

Eiji: "I don't remember Akio and Aimi being able to touch us either.. though I don't think they had even tried to do that."

Eiji: "And if it turns out that the other prisoners are also capable of that-"

Eiji: !

Miki: Eiji-san, are you okay??

Eiji: Y-yeah, sorry. 

Eiji: We have to focus on interrogating the fourth prisoner. I doubt that she will try to hurt us. 

Eiji: ".. But Kei will."

Eiji: "I-it's okay, I don't think he's strong enough to do that right now."

(the door opens)

Naomi: Ah, hello, Eiji-san and Miki-san.

Miki: H-hello..

Eiji: Let's just get started already.

Naomi: Is everything okay, Eiji-san? You seem kind of.. nervous.

Eiji: I'm fine. 

Miki: Ah, Chiba-san..

Miki: Can you help me with something, please?

Naomi: Huh? Sure.. But what do I have to do exactly?

Miki: C-can you hold my hand?..

Miki: I know this sounds weird, but I just.. have to see something.

Naomi: But aren't the prisoners-

Naomi: .. Okay then.

Naomi: ...

Naomi: You remember that it's impossible for us to touch you, right?

Eiji: ".. So Naomi still can't touch us."

Eiji: "Then why-"

Eiji: ".. Wait a minute. What if it's not about who can touch us, but which one of us is more vulnerable?"

Eiji: "And if Naomi still can't touch Miki-"

Naomi: Y-you see, I actually have a question for you two.

Naomi: Sorry, I know you're supposed to interrogate me and I will answer all of your questions, but also..

Naomi: Can you tell me what this is?

Eiji and Miki: !

Naomi: We all got these papers yesterday and..

Naomi: I'm sorry, but what's the meaning of being interrogated again if we have already answered your questions?

Miki: W-what does it say?

Eiji:"Prisoner 004, Chiba Naomi, please answer the questions below. You can write as much or as little as you wish."

Eiji: "Question 01: Do you know why you're here?"

Eiji: "Question 02: Have you committed any other crimes except murder?"

Eiji: And there's just more questions.

Naomi: .. So you two also don't know what all of this means.

Naomi: Well that's weird.

Eiji: You got these yesterday, right? Why do you still have them? Akio, Aimi and Shun haven't mentioned anything like that.

Naomi: I got confused and decided to keep them until I get all the answers. If I'm not wrong, when everyone woke up, they couldn't find their papers anywhere, but I still had mine for some reason. 

Naomi: I find it surprising myself. I haven't even tried to hide them..

Naomi: I also haven't answered any of the questions as you can see.

Miki: But who would try and-

Eiji: .. Who else would need to interrogate the prisoners except the prison guards?

Eiji: "Me and Miki didn't do it, so that means.."

Eiji: ".. Another guard did it."

Eiji: ".. Of course. If they're hiding somewhere, but still have to do their job, it means that they have to interrogate everyone in some other way."

Eiji: "But seriously, making the prisoners fill out this questionnaire sounds kind of naive.."

Eiji: "Like, did that guard really expect everyone to tell them about their crimes like that?"

Eiji: "Hold on, it has something on the back-"

Eiji: "If you don't answer all of the questions, you will be punished."

Eiji: ".. Never mind, maybe that guard is smart."

Eiji: Wait, Naomi. 

Eiji: You haven't answered the questions, right? Do you know what that means-

Naomi: Yes, I know, Eiji-san. I've seen it.

Naomi: Well, if it really was done by a different guard.. I'll just let them do what they want.

Naomi: Just like I had let you vote me innocent even though I wanted you to vote me guilty.

Eiji: ...

Naomi: So if that was a different guard interrogating us.. 

Naomi: I guess it's time for me to be interrogated by you two, right?

Naomi: I promise I will cooperate.

Eiji: .. R-right.

Miki: So, Chiba-san, how are you feeling? Is everything okay?

Naomi: I feel.. weird.

Naomi: I mean, I was forgiven even though I had asked you to vote me guilty..

Naomi: I honestly didn't know how to feel after you had told me about my verdict.

Naomi: But in the end, I've simply decided to agree with you. 

Eiji: .. Why?

Eiji: I expected more resistance.

Naomi: *laughs* "Resistance"? What did you expect from me?

Naomi: Did you expect me to argue with you? Did you expect me to say there must be something wrong with your judgement and morals?

Naomi: I'm not like that at all.

Naomi: .. It's easier for me to just nod and agree with everything.

Naomi: It's always been like that, haha..

Miki: I-I can relate-

Eiji: Even though you're the oldest prisoner, it's easier for you to just follow orders, huh?

Eiji: Well that's lame.

Naomi: ...

Naomi: Hey, Eiji-san.

Naomi: Aren't you doing the exact same thing?

Eiji: W-what do you mean by that?..

Naomi: I don't think you're doing all of this out of your own free will.

Naomi: You're just following someone's orders, aren't you?

Naomi: But I can tell that you like to think that you're the one who has all the power here, haha.

Naomi: So, Eiji-san..

Naomi: Maybe stop acting just like he did, okay?

Miki: "He"..

Miki: Y-you mean your victim, right?..

Naomi: ...

Naomi: Oh well, looks like it's time to talk about that.

Naomi: Yes, I was talking about my victim.

Eiji: If I'm acting just like he did..

Eiji: .. Did he also call you out for being so weak-willed?

Naomi: This is not me being weak-willed.

Naomi: I'm just trying to survive, just like everybody else here.

Naomi: If you think me agreeing with your decision is a bad sign..

Naomi: Maybe you simply shouldn't have voted me innocent then.

Naomi: Actually, why did you even agree to vote me innocent? Didn't you promise that you will vote me guilty?

Naomi: .. Were you following someone's orders?

Eiji: Y-you!..

Naomi: What's wrong? Are you regretting your decision?

Miki: Chiba-san! Please stop provoking him!

Naomi: I'm not. I'm afraid Eiji-san simply gets angry a bit too easily.

Naomi: But anyway..

Naomi: What questions do you have for me?

Miki: .. S-so, y-your victim was a child, right?

Naomi:*nods* Exactly. He was 10 years old.

Naomi: And he was one of my students.

Eiji: Your victim was your own student..

Naomi: Before you say anything else, Eiji-san, I want to remind you that me being voted innocent was your doing too.

Naomi: And I'm sure you already knew that my victim was my own student. 

Naomi: I mean, I'm an elementary school teacher and I keep saying things like "Oh, kids can be so cruel".. 

Naomi: I don't have any kids and my younger sister is 27, so..

Naomi: It's obvious that if my victim was a child, it means they were one of my students.

Miki: .. But why? 

Miki: Why did you kill your own student? 

Miki: I thought you're good with kids and-

Naomi: Everyone thought so, Miki-san. 

Naomi: I thought so too. 

Naomi: But that kid.. 

Naomi: He was too much for me to handle.

Naomi: I can't blame him though, considering what his family was like. 

Eiji: But did you seriously kill him just because he thought you saying yes to everyone was pathetic? 

Naomi: I knew that if I won't shut him up, I will have to continue saying yes to everyone until the end of my life. 

Eiji: Oh, so killing a child sounded like a fun way to rebel? 

Naomi: Just so you know, Eiji-san, when I heard him say those words, I felt exactly like you did after I said that you're just following someone's orders. 

Eiji: BUT THEN WHAT'S THE POINT OF KILLING A CHILD TO FEEL MORE "POWERFUL" AND THEN JUST AGREEING WITH OUR JUDGEMENT EVEN THOUGH YOU WANTED A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT VERDICT?! 

Naomi: ... 

Eiji: .. If you want to fight for your independence, then you should just keep fighting no matter what. 

Eiji: You can't just do one thing and say that it's enough. You will never become truly free if you do that. 

(the bell rings, machinery sounds)

Naomi: But Eiji-san.. 

Naomi: Does this mean that being a prison guard is your own way of fighting for your independence? 

Eiji: ... 

Eiji: We're the ones who are supposed to be asking you questions, not the other way around. 

Miki: Um, Chiba-san.. 

Miki: .. Do you think you will be okay with your verdict this time too? 

Naomi: I will accept your judgement no matter what. 

Naomi: You two are the guards, after all.

Eiji: .. Even if that kid was an annoying brat, he didn't deserve to be killed just so that you could feel a bit stronger than usual and then let us do whatever we want with you. 

Eiji: Is it really you just being weak-willed or is it you being so happy that you got voted innocent that you don't want to change our mind? 

Naomi: I'm-

Eiji: Well, whatever it is.. 

Eiji: Prisoner 004, Naomi, sing your sins! 

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Her MV would have mostly black, white, gray and darker shades of teal in the beginning, but it would have more red closer to the end. 

Naomi is sitting in what appears to be a living room. There are two dark figures sitting on the couch in front of her and it looks like they're talking to her about something. Naomi is listening and nodding, but she also looks kind of anxious and she refuses to look them in the eyes.

"Here you are, telling me that old story again

The story that I already know

Or at least I think that I know"

Suddenly one of the figures stands up and tells Naomi to follow them somewhere. Naomi does exactly that and it looks like that figure wants to show her someone's room. Naomi realizes that it's actually a child's room and looks terrified. 

"No, no, I don't need to see it

I already know that I'm "Guilty"

So why are you still trying to make me feel sorry?"

The figure gives her that child's diary and lets her read it before leaving the room. Naomi continues reading the diary and she starts crying.

"I can't believe I found out about this only now

Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't anyone else tell me about this?

You've experienced so much pain, even though your life was so short

Does this mean that I've saved you from all that suffering?"

The setting changes and now Naomi is walking along some kind of dark hallway full of doors with dates written on them. She sees a certain date, gets nervous, but still opens that door. 

It looks like she's inside of one of that child's memories now. She sees herself sitting and drinking tea with her students, meanwhile one of the kids, a little boy with orange hair and red eyes, sits alone and nobody wants to talk to him. The "Present!Naomi" puts her hand on his shoulder, but the kid doesn't react. 

"I tried to help you, I really did

I saw myself in you, I knew you were struggling

But you still pushed me away

So don't blame me for being a little bit angry"

The setting changes again and now it looks like Naomi is at someone's funeral. She's crying and the two figures from one of the past scenes try to comfort her. Some time passes and now Naomi is visiting that person's grave and even though she looks genuinely sad at first, everything around her starts becoming more red. 

"I know I'm "Guilty", I know I am

But everyone around me keeps saying I'm "Innocent"

Who should I believe? Hey, if you still can hear me

Tell me, would you still laugh at me for being so foolish?"

The grave gets replaced by a door with a different date being written on it and Naomi opens it. It's a different memory now and it scares her even more. Naomi sees herself crying and it looks like someone has slapped her. She also sees her students watching her while hiding and they all look like they feel sorry for her, except the orange-haired boy from before. 

"Come on, at least pretend that you feel bad for me

Or actually, maybe I don't deserve your pity

Is this your revenge? Or are you just that cruel?

Aren't you too small to have so much evil in your body?"

She takes a step back and suddenly falls back into the memory from before, but now Past!Naomi is drinking tea with everyone and the orange-haired boy stands up, points at her and starts laughing at her. Other students ignore him and some of them hug Naomi and try to cheer her up. When the boy realizes that no one is agreeing with him, he walks away and tries not to look defeated. Naomi asks the children to leave her alone for a second and she walks up to him and puts her hand on his shoulder again. The boy looks surprised and his eyes light up for a moment, but Naomi's eyes become red. She keeps smiling and she even hugs him, but it's obvious that the boy is already in her trap. 

"I know I was your favorite, don't try to hide it anymore

"I just wanted more attention"? Well, here it is, try not to drown in it"

Suddenly, the setting changes again and everything starts becoming more and more red. The world around them looks like it's on fire. When the boy opens his eyes and looks around, he sees that Naomi has changed as well. She doesn't look like herself anymore. It looks like she has just turned into a devil. Naomi's hug becomes even more tight and she keeps holding the boy in her arms as he slowly turns into ashes. 

"Let's admit it, both of us deserve to rot in Hell

And I refuse to be punished without you next to me"

When he's finally gone, Naomi's eye color turns back to normal and she's back to her human form. She sees that the boy is no longer with her and just keeps staring at what is left from him with an emotionless expression. She stands up and turns away from it. The video ends. 

[rabble-dabble]

well in my head there's a story where wilbur didn't leave tommy behind. or maybe he apologized, grew vulnerable for just a moment and finally said 'i'm sorry i hurt you' and they could both find peace from it. there's a story where tubbo heals from his grief or maybe manages to bring ranboo back and they can be a family again. there's a story where quackity finds success with his casino so Las Nevadas isn't always so empty or maybe karl gains control over his powers and memories and sapnap can sigh in relief knowing his people are okay. there's a story where sam managed to keep tommy safe or at least keeps dream locked away and he forgives himself for doing terrible things to save people. a story where jack and fundy and niki don't feel so left out and powerless and alone and a story where phil has his son alive, cracked and splintered and raw but alive, a story where technoblade can find peace knowing tyrannical governments are things of the past, a story where hannah finds her wings again, a story where captain puffy seeks her lost memories and crew, a story where eret discovers what the mystery of her own past is, a story where george finally wakes up from an endless dream, a story where friends are reunited and homes are rebuilt and the universe learns to read its own code and it talked about love. there's a story in my head where everyone gets a happy ending, or at least one more day of happiness, forever. the story ends with a happy ending, to me. it does to me

[musical-chick-13]

Always funny to me when people say, "Why was the Doctor ever interested in River in any way when she's Not A Good Person," as if a) their oldest and closest friend in the universe isn't The Master, someone very much not known for being a particularly good person, and b) there wasn't literally a line that went, "And unlike me, [River] really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that; kind of do a bit."