❝ RAINING BLOOD. Dripping off her shoes, I think. No. Just... I tried not to step in the blood because I didn't want to leave tracks. ❞
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❝ RAINING BLOOD. Dripping off her shoes, I think. No. Just... I tried not to step in the blood because I didn't want to leave tracks. ❞
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" 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞,
𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝕊ℂ𝔸ℝ𝔼𝔻 ,
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 【GOD】 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. "
𝒩𝐸𝒞𝑅𝒳𝒮𝐸𝒮 ;; 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙. 𝕺𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙
@hereticalmother sent: [ KILL ]
Protective Action Prompts: (accepting)
Quiet... impending disaster looming over the cramped motel. And then carnage. Complete chaos. As glass shatters and bullets wiz through the air, Blake flinches, otherwise unmoving, still tucked into his makeshift sleeping bag. Amongst the screams of terror and calls to action, Langermann can finally sigh in relief. He had felt the weight of it for months. Murkoff was coming and they all knew it. Now, there’s no more waiting. They’re here to finish what they started.
Wide-eyed, the cameraman has the urge to grab his glasses, slamming him on as a shell of a man, Langin, trips over his legs in a rush to get out the door without his head being blown off his shoulders. Men in tactical gear, shadows of death are beginning to crawl through broken widows like ants marching in line. Guess he should follow, right? Why can’t he move? Why doesn’t he want to move?
After all this time... scraping by, clawing his way through life... has he lost his will to live?
Suddenly, one of them is closer than Blake expected, turning his head only to be met with the butt of a rifle against his temple. His hands raise to protect himself. The asshole is going to crack his glasses... and then where will he be? The next blow won’t be blunt force....
He knows it’ll be a shot. Blake can pre-emptively feel the white-hot metal ripping through his organs, cutting him away from this life. The shot never comes, only others still flying over his head. He registers that Val has jumped on the man’s back, clawing at him like a wild animal, intent on protecting a carcass. She’s searching for warm living flesh and finds it in his neck with a knife from their kitchen supplies.
Possibly the very same object he had pointed at her months previously. How poetic.
Spurts of blood coat his own face at the officer falls, grasping at his throat in vain, his life seeping between gloved fingers.
“We have to go!” His own voice shocks him, his body seemingly still tucked into his bed for the night, but he’s up now, having shoved the body away meaninglessly. He’s seen so many of them... awake and asleep. “Backdoor! Go!” He’s pushing the woman’s back as hard as he can, tripping over debris and bodies. “Run!”
+ 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘚 𝘌𝘟𝘗𝘓𝘖𝘙𝘌𝘋 + 𝘔𝘜𝘓𝘛𝘐-𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘎𝘙𝘈𝘗𝘏 𝘐𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 + 𝘋𝘖𝘊 + 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 +

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this is not an exit.
“You’re really warm.”
@gospelofguilt preached:
“This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live.”
Milky eye, like the belly-up fish cluttered along the poisoned lake, watches the blasphemous rut-mate, watching his lips twitch and split, revealing teeth white as sun-bleached bone. His words find her, through the orchestra of crickets and fluttering vermin in the sky, seeping into her ears without word or warning. The hand that carries not the holy weapon slams into her temple, the twisted, broken fingers over her ear canal, swatting at the air, a sharp crack! of pressure on her eardrum, pain reminding her of her penance.
“ Speak not, serpent-tongued devil. Thy hast not the ear of mine or mine God! “
She begins her chant, deep in her throat like the bullfrog late in the summer night when insects are plentiful and their spawn of hatched from a hundred eggs, leaving slick membranes along the surface. Of Ezekiel’s blood she sings, mumbled between cracked, blistered lips. Hair matted to her face, bare soles advancing on him. He is but some conflagration of the eternal worm, come to damn them all. Marta has not bathed in the blood of the only family she has known, worn her sins heavy ‘round her neck for her and Papa’s chosen for one, selfish man. It is her Godly right that she water the parched earth with his blood; for it is what the Lord wishes.
And never would she go against His desires.
“ God speaks in rolling thunder, demands sacrifice. Thou will die by my hand but fear not– it will be a blessing, for the Lord hath told me of what is to come. I will kill you quickly, a great mercy found in my bottomless sympathy for even you, spreader of lies. “
The woman... and he means that loosely, towers above him, morphed by doctrine and the harshness of the desert. Does she not share these visions? These nightmares just behind open eyes? Unlike the other members of the hillbilly Vatican, she seems to float above... welcoming these haunting visions. She doesn’t cower, receiving them instead with open arms. It’s made her powerful, a servant of whatever ‘lord’ she serves. It’s beyond the man at the center of this place... beyond faith.
Faith is exactly what calls him to recite a verse he remembers, clamoring for anything so that she may spare him. Religious text seems to be just about the only thing she understands. He has faith that she’ll recognize it...
That faith, like all other hopes of escape, any relief on the horizon, is crushed. A dread washes over Blake. This may be his end.
How can you reason with someone so firmly attached to their beliefs? He decides to hold tight to his, still clutching his camera and hitting record. “I don’t mean to hurt your ears.” A shot in the dark now... a name he’s read in scattered and worn papers in dimly lit homes filled with death. “Marta?”
“That light. That blinding light coming from-” He points in the direction of the energy rather than try and guess which direction. “It hurts. It hurts you, doesn’t it? It hurts me too.” As much effort as he’s putting in to try and keep his voice even... and he doesn’t have shit to show for it. He’s speaking quickly, clearly frantic, but telling the truth. He wants it to stop. He wants the pain to end.
Hannibal 3.07 Digestivo
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Iɴ ᴀʟʟ fairness, he often gets too fed up with his own self to think any further than that. This isn’t done in any sort of malintent at all; in fact, he would do pretty much anything to keep someone else from suffering but only if, and that’s a huge if, the thought even crosses his mind. Something he had been not always the best at while being — well, alive — and that only has gotten worse ever sense. When you can’t even hear yourself think at times it’s very hard to listen to others. So alright; he’ll admit Blake has some point. Quietly. To himself. He won’t say it out loud, at least not in those words, because that would be admitting he’s overstepped, and he doesn’t do that if it’s avoidable.
(Some person you are. You’d die for anyone that asks you to, but won’t apologize for stepping over their boundaries.)
Now, if he wanted to, he could make this conversation a whole lot worse. Point out a few key differences like the fact that sorry, he doesn’t blame the trauma he already had beforehand on this fucked up situation, or that there might a minor discrepancy between having waking nightmares of dead people, and literally hearing dead people constantly. And nobody would be surprised if he brought it up because in all honesty, he has enough self reflection to know he’s just that kind of asshole to push someone else and pour salt in their wounds to distract from his own.
That wouldn’t help anyone, though. Just. You know. Sometimes it would be nice if he wasn’t the bad guy in the situation just because he doesn’t roll over from trauma and hosts a monster that tears into anyone on their trail. It’s not like he chose one part of that equation. Guess they needed someone to blame, and he was just easy enough to pin it too when it’s been a hot minute since anyone of them got hurt.
"I know.“ As close to an admission of guilt as he’ll go. Take it or leave it, baby. "Been actually tryin’ t’ figure out how t’ use this shit in different ways.” He rarely ever refers to it by any of it’s name out loud, mostly because it draws Their attention, and then it’s even harder to focus. “Like fixin’ your hands. Dunno if it’s possible, but yours aren’t as fucked as mine. An’ no worries, ’m not tryin’ anythin’ without askin’ or bein’ sure it’d work.”
He doesn’t expect any tangible response. Fuck, he doesn’t want one. Dealing with an apology, clumsy or not, is just as difficult for Langermann as dishing one out. He actually lets out a breath, not quite a sigh, of relief, distancing himself once more in the form of simply looking away. He’s going to give Miles the privacy he wishes others would give him when he chooses to have a moment of self-reflection. They’re painful more often than not and the room to grimace is a blessing.
His mind his pulled away to Lynn, quickly and without warning as it often is. His wife was the only person he didn’t mind not giving him space. In fact, when she sensed him fading away, sometimes even before he himself knew it, she was there, right in his face. It was grounding. Only now does he realize she was his crutch. Why couldn’t he deal with it himself? Why did he need her to stand by his side? Maybe that’s exactly why things fell apart. He wouldn’t be surprised. Lynn was perfect... and he’s been broken since age 8.
Off in his own world now, Upshur’s voice is like a crash, hurting his ears. He’s thankful for the rough landing back into reality. He doesn’t want to think about his wife anymore. It’s too much... and where Lynn resides in his mind, Jess isn’t far behind. She invites the thing within the man beside him. In fact, his imagination feels it stir at the mere mention of his long dead friend crossing his mind. If he keeps thinking, it’ll eat him alive.
He wonders if Miles can feel it too. The thought makes him self-conscious. He feels shame.
As if Miles’ admission is a direct response to his own thoughts, Blake licks his lips uncomfortably, eyes still far away. “Oh yeah?” He’s not really listening, but at the mention of his busted up hands, he’s back.
The cameraman turns his hands palms up, gaze boring fresh holes into scars. “If you’re god, I guess I’m Jesus. Who would have thought....” A pause.
“I don’t know if I want them fixed.”

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I was violent when it was the right thing to do. But I think you like it.
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the dragon republic - r.f kuang sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw : drugs , suicide mention , illness , addiction , death , murder , nsfw , language
‘I’m telling you, you’re not in any state to be useful.’
‘get out of bed and stop being such a brat.
‘you will learn to control yourself, and you will start protecting them.’
‘you think you’re on the brink of madness, you think that this moment is going to be when you finally snap, but it’s not.’
‘eventually you learn to exist on the precipice of insanity.’
‘it should have been you. you should have died.’
‘revolution is fine in theory. but nobody wants to die.’
‘you can stop pretending to be my friend, because I know that’s all you came for.’
‘you’re dead. I saw you die.’
‘all you want is to get your revenge. but you could be so much more. do so much more. you could change history.’
‘can’t I be happy? I’ve missed you.’
‘of course you’re in on this madness. what did I expect?’
‘you’re frightened all the time. you think everyone’s out to get you, and you want them to be out to get you because then that’ll give you an excuse to hurt them.’
‘fuck your pain.’
‘you asked how large my sorrow is, and I answered, like a river in spring flowing east.’
‘if you just keep breathing, I’ll tell you a story.’
‘you spend your whole life chasing after some illusion you think is real, only to realize you’re a damned fool, and that if you reach any further, you’ll drown.’
‘you don’t have to suffer alone, you know.’
‘you’re so strong. whatever you’re seeing, whatever you’re feeling, it’s not as strong as you are.’
‘she thinks it’s funny to watch her prey squirm before she kills it.’
‘she knows what drives men, and she takes their deepest desire and makes them believe that she is the only thing that can give it to them.’
‘I don’t need your fake sympathy.’
‘I know nothing. I help no one. let’s leave it at that, shall we?’
‘you are my greatest weapon. do not disappoint.’
‘you’ve been feeling the pull, haven’t you? it’s consuming you. your mind is not your own.’
‘does it ever bother you? that you are only a pale imitation of ____?’
‘are you insane? you want to live, you fucking hide.’
‘I know you’ll fight her to the end. but I hope you realize you’re going to go mad trying.’
‘I would never lie to you.’
‘I mean, sometimes I think maybe I can stop, maybe I can just run away. but what I’ve seen—-what I’ve done—- I can’t come back from that.’
‘when you have the power that you do, your life is not your own.’
‘people will seek to use you or destroy you.’
‘you can’t do it alone. I’m all you got. you have to trust me.’
‘you don’t know how to fix me, do you? you never did.’
‘good men are dead because of you. I hope you know.’
‘I saw how you were hurting. that looked like torture. I thought you might be relieved.’
‘you’re always talking about ____ like he was some great hero. but he wasn’t.’
‘I’d die before I let anyone hurt you’
‘you can’t keep me safe, so you might as well let me fight.’
‘I like you better. aren’t you flattered?’
‘how does it feel getting a taste of your own medicine?’
‘it’s like I’m frozen in one moment. and no one knows it because everyone else moved on except me.’
‘I can’t figure out who’s right or wrong, and I’m the smart one, I’m always supposed to have the right answer, but I don’t.’
‘I just wanted it to be over. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t want to hurt them, not really, I just wanted it to end.’
‘I suppose it’s not easy going to war against friends.’
‘___ made her choice. she just happened to be dead fucking wrong.’
‘he’s still grieving. and there’s nothing you can do to make that hurt less.’
‘you know what your problem is? you have no impulse control. absolutely zero. none.’
‘you have to fight for something, you can’t just—just live your life like a fucking coward.’
‘it’s not about who you are, it’s about how they see you. and once you’re mud in this country, you’re always mud.’
‘I stuck with you because we thought we’d stay together. we’re always supposed to be together.’
‘it sounds like you’re saying that people have to die for progress.’
‘war’s different when you’re not struggling for survival.’
‘your secret is safe from ___, if that what you’re asking. but I don’t understand why you’re lying to me.’
‘I’m not stupid. I know what I saw.’
‘don’t sentence us to death just because you’ve been humiliated.’
‘she’s telling the truth. you’re just not listening because you’re terrified that someone else is right.’
‘cant give orders for shit, but you love taking them.’
‘I realized that he’d gone crazy and that something had broken and that that path was just going to lead to his death.’
‘did you think he’d fall in love with you if you just did what he asked?’
‘don’t lie to me. I know what you’ve done.’
‘we / I don’t need your permission to exist.’
‘you’re little children, grasping in a void that you don’t understand for toys that don’t belong to you.’
‘he dared to threaten us / me. he deserved what he got.’
‘would a simple thank-you suffice? or did you also want a hug?’
‘you think it makes you strong, but it’s going to destroy you.’
‘I didn’t think it was worth scaring you when I couldn’t do anything about it.’
‘you weren’t going to tell me I was going mad!’
‘she promises you peace when you know you ought to be fighting a war. that’s worse.’
‘no one has to die. you can have everything back. everyone. no one has to go.’
‘he only has as much power as you give him.’
‘you can tell me everything I hate about myself, but I already know. you can’t say anything to hurt me more.’
‘I loved an idea of you. I was infatuated with you. I wanted to be you.’
‘I loved you too. do you believe that?’
‘it’s alright to cry. I know what you saw.’
‘our dead don’t leave us. they’ll haunt you as long as you let them.’
‘that boy is a disease on your mind. forget him.’
‘he was brilliant. he was different. you’d have never met anyone like him.’
‘this is why we are polite to our allies.’
‘we’re soldiers. we’re always about to die.’
‘I want it more than anything. but I can’t ask you to do this for me.’
‘you are going to kill him. and then nothing will save you.’
‘if you love him, then you can trust yourself to protect him.’
‘you have the same eyes. angry. desperate. you’ve seen too much. you hate too much.’
‘all we have is this story unfolding, and in the script of this world, nothing’s going to bring ___ back to life.’
‘I can’t look at you and not see him.’
‘we’re fighting for something good. something worth fighting for.’
‘I have to do this. otherwise I have nothing.’
‘i’m going to tell you a story. I want you to just listen. and I want you to believe me. please.’
‘I don’t think I can die. i’ve tried.’
‘when you have this much power and this much is at stake you don’t fucking run from it.’
‘I’m scared for you. for both of us. I can’t help that.’
‘if you stay here you’ll die for nothing.’
‘you’re my sister. how could I not remember you?’
‘holy shit. you’re going to die. we’re all going to die.’
‘you never think, do you? you always just pick whatever fights you want, whenever you want, and fuck the consequences—-’
‘if you die, I die.’
‘we’ll keep surviving until we’re safe and the world can’t touch us. one enemy at a time, agreed?’
‘you don’t know anything going into a battle. you only know the stakes.’
‘I had a dream. you died.’
‘I just want to make things right between us. what’s that going to take?’
‘I really am sorry. please, I don’t want us to end like this.’
‘please—- you have more enemies than you think you do—-’
‘you taught me the meaning of fear. nothing more.’
‘I know what kind of person you are— you betray those who help you and you throw lives away like they’re nothing.’
‘we are precisely the same, you and I.’
‘we’ve acquired more power than any mortal should have the right to, which means we have to make the decisions no one else can.’
‘the world is our chessboard. it’s not our fault if the pieces get broken.’
‘would you really do things differently, if you had another chance?’
‘tell me you wouldn’t have given up everything. tell me you wouldn’t sacrifice everything and everyone you knew for the power to take back your country.’
‘you don’t understand the stakes, because you don’t know the meaning of true fear. you don’t know how much worse it could have been.’
‘I’m sorry I hurt you. but I had a plan to protect my people, and you simply got in the way.’
‘____ discards allies without blinking when they are no longer convenient, and if you don’t believe me when I say you’re next, then you’re a fool.’
‘you need me far more than you need them.’
‘you think that he’s invincible, but he is more fragile than you think.’
‘I know that he’d throw himself off a cliff for you. please stop trying to break him.’
‘a puppet to the end. when are you going to learn?’
‘I know what you told him. now I want you to tell me the truth.’
‘have you ever considered being less of a pretentious fuck?’
‘do you have any idea how much trouble you are?’
‘do you want someone to rearrange your face? because I’ll do it for free.’
‘I just don’t want the world to break you.’
‘don’t you dare puke on me.’
‘if you’re trying to drown me, then you’re being a little obvious about it.’
‘why do you always think someone’s trying to kill you?’
‘I feared you, I hated you, and that never really went away.’
‘you can’t beat that thing. you have no idea what you’re up against.’
‘this is what happens when men are fool enough to toy with heaven.’
‘chaos is clever. it can disguise itself as rational and benevolent. it can make us merciful. but in the end, it must always be hunted down and destroyed.’
‘if you’re going to kill us all then you’ll have to kill him, too.’
‘he’s not the one we’re trying to save.’
‘you’ll be alright. it’s not as bad as you think it is.’
‘I’m supposed to be a soldier! what the fuck am I supposed to do now?’