i hope to see heaven again!

help me please someone help

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[turntechangelfeathers-deactivat]

i feel like someones calling for help

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((there was going to be more to this post, but I ran out of time! i'll be back monday morning from my grandma's house.))

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[goldenhighway-blog]

~ looking up ~ (by insomnia.)

[dead-saint-john-blog]

Are you okay? D:

[apple-jax-blog]

[brociferstrider-blog]

Fine, you say, if that’s what you think.

With John backed up against the wall, there’s no-where for him to run. You can tell he’s afraid - his voice keeps cracking from fear. Good. Fear is good. Fear will make this a whole lot quicker for you, and less painful for him.

And so you punch John straight in the middle of his face. You don’t expect to get a response straight away, and you begin to bear down on John like a tonne of rocks. Fuck, you will get an answer, whatever it takes.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

For all that you’re determined not to break and help Brocifer, that doesn’t make you invincible. Brocifer’s fist slams into your nose with force you could never hope to match. You yelp in pain, and jerk back, smacking your head against the wall behind you. You see stars, taste blood on your lips.

You try to think of blue skies but all you can think is how much everything hurts as you twist and raise your arms, hoping to block the blows rained down on you. A laceration on your left side, a gift from Terezi, is pulled awkwardly, not yet fully healed and threatening to reopen.

[brociferstrider-blog]

You ball your fist and hit him once more on the arm, but you don’t allow your anger bubbling inside you to show. Why won’t he talk? Talk! Even though you knock his glasses from his face, you don’t feel like you’re going to get very far with this. You keep hitting, though, and hitting, and hitting, until he begs you to stop.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

The world is a sickening blur of pain and color. You sob with every blow, spitting blood out of your mouth at odd intervals. You want to aim for Brocifer's face like in all the cool movies, but you can hardly see past the birdge of your nose, and there's no time to aim. 

 Brocifer lands blows on you from every side, it seems. You cover your head with your arms but it doesn't help. Eventually you find yourself gasping desperate requests for it to stop, when your suit is damp with blood from reopened wounds and sweat. You know you aren't going to tell him anything, gosh, you could never do that but you do just want it to stop stop stop stop. 

[dead-saint-john-blog]

i’m not helping you get davesprite! i never will! 

Your voice shakes - and so do your legs. You’re terrified, and you can’t even look at Brocifer, but you won’t be betraying Davesprite. It’s been years since you were tricked by Terezi and killed, but you haven’t given in yet, and although this is a terrifying escalation in Brocifer’s actions, you won’t falter. Davesprite means everything to you.

[brociferstrider-blog]

 You approach John slowly, carefully. One last chance to help you, or things will get ugly, you decide.

 This doesn’t need to be painful. You know what I want, John, and I’m willing to let you go right now. You could be free, John, right now, free to walk out of this place, but you know precisely what I need from you for that to be a reality.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

You back away from Brocifer’s advance until he bumps into a cold, wet dungeon wall and can go no farther. You tremble. Your hands are slick with sweat and shaking.

no!  i’ve told you over and over, i’ll NEVER help you. it doesn’t matter what you do to me.

You are not actually as confident in these words as you’d like to be - you are a saint, but you’ve never been tortured, and already you feel at your breaking point from having Terezi in charge of you for just a few weeks again. Brocifer’s cruelty is surely vaster than you could ever comprehend, but you are determined to see that he destroys your immortal soul, rather than help him capture Davesprite. You will do anything to protect Davesprite. 

[brociferstrider-blog]

Fine, you say, if that’s what you think.

With John backed up against the wall, there’s no-where for him to run. You can tell he’s afraid - his voice keeps cracking from fear. Good. Fear is good. Fear will make this a whole lot quicker for you, and less painful for him.

And so you punch John straight in the middle of his face. You don’t expect to get a response straight away, and you begin to bear down on John like a tonne of rocks. Fuck, you will get an answer, whatever it takes.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

For all that you're determined not to break and help Brocifer, that doesn't make you invincible. Brocifer's fist slams into your nose with force you could never hope to match. You yelp in pain, and jerk back, smacking your head against the wall behind you. You see stars, taste blood on your lips.

You try to think of blue skies but all you can think is how much everything hurts as you twist and raise your arms, hoping to block the blows rained down on you. A laceration on your left side, a gift from Terezi, is pulled awkwardly, not yet fully healed and threatening to reopen.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

Admin note about current plot

((we're tagging everything to do with it with #savingsaintjohn so if you want to follow it that would be the tag to peruse. I guess if you wanted to avoid it, it would also be the tag to block? but that's depressing so I'm going to pretend no one would do that.

additionally we promise to keep the torture as ungory as possible.))

[dead-saint-john-blog]

let me go!

You fight harder. You want to go home, you want to go back to Dave or Davesprite - both. But all you can do is cry and scratch at Brocifer as he drags you away from Dave, down deeper into hell than you’ve ever been. 

please!!

There isn’t really any point in begging, but you try anyway, scrubbing at your face to get rid of Dave’s blood and the tears. 

[brociferstrider-blog]

Why would I let you go? Ignoring John’s pleas, you finally arrive at your favourite bit of the dungeons. You push down the smile threatening to tug at your lips. As you swing open the door, you pull John into it, then lock the door behind you.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

i’m not helping you get davesprite! i never will! 

Your voice shakes - and so do your legs. You’re terrified, and you can’t even look at Brocifer, but you won’t be betraying Davesprite. It’s been years since you were tricked by Terezi and killed, but you haven’t given in yet, and although this is a terrifying escalation in Brocifer’s actions, you won’t falter. Davesprite means everything to you.

[brociferstrider-blog]

 You approach John slowly, carefully. One last chance to help you, or things will get ugly, you decide.

 This doesn’t need to be painful. You know what I want, John, and I’m willing to let you go right now. You could be free, John, right now, free to walk out of this place, but you know precisely what I need from you for that to be a reality.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

You back away from Brocifer's advance until he bumps into a cold, wet dungeon wall and can go no farther. You tremble. Your hands are slick with sweat and shaking.

no!  i've told you over and over, i'll NEVER help you. it doesn't matter what you do to me.

You are not actually as confident in these words as you'd like to be - you are a saint, but you've never been tortured, and already you feel at your breaking point from having Terezi in charge of you for just a few weeks again. Brocifer's cruelty is surely vaster than you could ever comprehend, but you are determined to see that he destroys your immortal soul, rather than help him capture Davesprite. You will do anything to protect Davesprite. 

[j-amatus]

caw caw motherfuckers

[dead-saint-john-blog]

brociferstrider submitted:

You grab John’s arm, pulling him away from Dave, and subsequently abscond.

Brocifer grabs your arm - you fight, twisting and turning, even scratching at his hand, his arm, trying to reach his face and scratch his eyeballs out because he hurt Dave and you might have been a saint but you’re Dave’s best friend, too, and you want to fight - want to save Dave - but can’t.

[brociferstrider-blog]

You ignore John’s fight back and continue to drag him away. You have something else in mind for him, something that doesn’t include weeping over Dave. You find yourself heading towards the dungeons.  

[[Tiny post 8D //shot//]

[dead-saint-john-blog]

let me go!

You fight harder. You want to go home, you want to go back to Dave or Davesprite - both. But all you can do is cry and scratch at Brocifer as he drags you away from Dave, down deeper into hell than you’ve ever been. 

please!!

There isn’t really any point in begging, but you try anyway, scrubbing at your face to get rid of Dave’s blood and the tears. 

[brociferstrider-blog]

Why would I let you go? Ignoring John’s pleas, you finally arrive at your favourite bit of the dungeons. You push down the smile threatening to tug at your lips. As you swing open the door, you pull John into it, then lock the door behind you.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

i'm not helping you get davesprite! i never will! 

Your voice shakes - and so do your legs. You're terrified, and you can't even look at Brocifer, but you won't be betraying Davesprite. It's been years since you were tricked by Terezi and killed, but you haven't given in yet, and although this is a terrifying escalation in Brocifer's actions, you won't falter. Davesprite means everything to you.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

ITS PERFECTLY FINE! I'VE BEEN BUSY WITH A FEW THINGS AS WELL... SO HOW ARE THINGS WITH YOU... GOOD? -you say the last part hopeful to hear a yes even though you doubted you would.-

well equius helped me get some medical supplies, so i don't hurt as much as before!!

that's nearly good...

[dead-saint-john-blog]

HELLO JOHN. IT HAS BEEN AWHILE SINCE WE LAST SPOKE.

hi signless!

i've been busy hiding from terezi, sorry...

[dead-saint-john-blog]

Haha, everyone has told me what a joker you are! I can't believe your trying to prank me with this "get out" thing, I bet you could do even better then that poppop!

don't talk to mei don't want anything to do with someone that says such things about the vile batter witch and i don't want to even look at someone who calls brocifer their friend.

[dead-saint-john-blog]

Excuse me Poppop, while i hate to sound rude, Betty Crocker happens to be one of the best things to hit planet earth. And I don't think i've ever met a "Dave" Strider,do you mean Bro? Strider doesn't enjoy when others say his real name, so most call him Bro.

get outyou're no granddaughter of mine 

[dead-saint-john-blog]

How did I get here? Oh one of my best friends helped me down here, his names Strider. And of course I smell like cake batter, any heiress of the Betty Crocker clan should at lest smell a little bit like cake batter!

You shove Jane away, and address the awful revelations one at a time, the most horrifying first:

betty crocker???? no descendant of mine would be tied with that heinous affront to everything good and holy!

...

did you say strider?you mean dave right? this must be some joke he's playing on me hehe. you must mean dave. 

[dead-saint-john-blog]

I don't care if it's jesus John, demon John, heck i don't care if its weird-birdy-thingy John I just want to meet my one and only poppop! -gives him a a big bear hug-

Jane crashes into you, hugging you tight, and you groan in pain as she presses on bruises and healing wounds.

umm, i'm not old enough to have a granddaughter... how did you even get down here to visit me?? it isn't safe!!anddo you smell of cake batter?