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ne0dym  asked:

ok I just got through the 4th trial. Ouma backing Gonta into a corner so viciously was... kinda scary. The entire time, he takes the lead, even more prominently than Saihara. At one point he literally says 'so, the culprit is Gonta.' Later on, he meticulously clears everyone of suspicion until only Gonta remains. His aggressive demeanour is scary and also pretty sad, bc the others would never accept the truth otherwise. Idk what I want out of this ask, I just wanted to get that off my chest lol

The Chapter 4 trial hurts so much. Much of the misinformation that was floating around about it at first caused people to feel bad for one character or the other who was involved, but I find myself still feeling pretty miserable for every character involved: Miu, Gonta, and Ouma all got a super shitty hand in that trial, and it’s true that none of it would have happened without the killing game itself prompting this kind of tragedy.

The trial itself is absolutely bone-chilling and features some of the most incredible voice-acting moments in the whole game (in my opinion), and the points at which Ouma starts pressing are…pretty damn terrifying. There were a lot of scenes prior to this where I’d already been thinking of ndrv3 and Ouma both in very Umineko terms, but this was the trial that pretty much cemented it for me, because there was almost nothing more Umineko-like than watching Ouma have to shoot down every single possibility with his own “red truth” in order to force the group to accept that Gonta was the culprit.

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Dr. Michael Swango: born 1954

Michael Swango is a former medical doctor, former U.S. Marine recruit and a prolific serial killer with more than 60 deaths attributed to him. As with almost all the other doctors on our list, Dr. Swango’s career as a serial killer goes hand in hand with his clinical practice.

Nurses working with Swango began noticing that apparently healthy patients were dying mysteriously with alarming frequency. Each time, Swango had been the floor intern. One nurse caught him injecting some “medicine” into a patient who later became strangely ill. His co-workers also began noticing that whenever Swango prepared the coffee or brought any food in, several of them became violently ill with no apparent cause. Swango was investigated for poisoning his patients and colleagues, found guilty and sentenced to five years in prison.

But that wasn’t the end of Swango: after his release, he changed his name by forging IDs and was welcomed back into medical life as Dr. Daniel J. Adams. As you might expect, his patients and colleagues stared dying. After being investigated for a second time, he fled to Zimbabwe to avoid criminal charges. Here he began working as – you guessed it – a doctor.

Dr. Swango was finally foiled in 2000, when he pleaded guilty for murder and fraud charges. He was sentenced to three consecutive life terms. During the trial, prosecutors read lurid passages from Swango’s notebook, describing the joy he felt during his crimes.

dreila03 replied to your post “Carisi-centric thoughts on Ep 18x18”

I agree on a lot of this. The whole time, I just kept shaking my head, questions running through my head, I was bored about half way in.

Yep. “Questions running through my head.” You said it.

You know what else occured to me? As I said in my original post, we never saw Barba proving anything. We never saw him talking to an expert, or to Trask’s mentor (to verify he had taught Trask how to do it), we never saw him askING Trask about that previous arrest, leading to a slip-up which might justify the inclusion of that old-ass case in this trial.

In fact, the only thing we did see, in terms of the trial, was the victim, as she was asked to read some random thing she wrote about her boring life with her boring boyfriend. I never realized why Barba would let her read that, since there’s no way you can extrapolate consent for sex with an unknown man, from something a woman wrote before she even met him, plus was vague as fuck. She was bored with her life, so that’s an indication she consented to sex with a stranger? Barba barely argued against it. What was the point, legally or plot-wise, in wasting time on that?

At first, I thought it was a dumb writing choice, to create conflict for the victim, so Liv could pursuade her to testify (like she does in every episode). And that did happen.

But that wasn’t the real reason.

The real reason we skipped over anything potentially interesting in that trial (like, say, a live demonstration of hypnosis), the real reason Barba got nothing to do, and Rita was RUINED, was because the writers wanted to give Liv that last scene, when she gave the girl a pep talk about the boyfriend. That totally unnecessary, platitude-laden and poorly written scene, that was the whole reason the trial was reduced to that boring mess, “fixed” by Sonny’s random discovery (and not, say, by a smart Barba move while Trask was on the stand).

It was all because Liv had to tell some girl “I’m sure your boyfriend will understand, but I’m also sure he won’t, because relationships never work out lol, but yay at least we won the case!" 

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【Joker Game DramaCD】Cigarette Code (English Translation; Tracks 1 & 2)

Hello everyone, Joker Game’s finale was really something, no?
As promised, here’re the translation for Joker Game’s first Drama CD: Cigarette Code. These are tracks 1 and 2 out of 5 (plus 1 track for the cast comment.)

If you’ve read my translation of the 1st chapter of the based-short story, Scene 1 is basically the same. I’ve improved the grammar and POV for this though so it’s better to read this instead.

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Pairing: Dean/Reader
Rating: R (for mentions of death)
Based on this imagine.


You’ve been ignoring her phone for the last day and a half, made sure you turned the GPS tracking off. Dean is likely out of his mind with worry, and you hate that you had to do this to him. He’d have never let you come by yourself, but this had to be done.

The demon in front of you is whimpering, tears running down its face. One more dose of blood, and it will be human again. The trials will be complete, and every monster on the planet will be gone.

You feel weak, like you’re going to fall over before you can walk to four feet to the demon and complete your task. You sinks against the wall, slide down it to sit on the floor, your knees pulled up to her chest. Blindly, you reaches out to grab you phone.

You can’t die without hearing his voice one more time.

It barely rings before he answers.

“Baby? Where are you!? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Dean,” you say tiredly. “Are Sam and Cas there?”

“What? Yeah, they’re here.”

There’s a second of silence, and then Sam and Cas both greet you. You’re on speaker phone now, which suits your purposes perfectly.

“Where are you?” Dean asks again. “We’re coming to get you.”

“No, Dean.  You won’t make it in time. Don’t come. Sam…Sam, I’m going to text you the address. Promise me you won’t let Dean see…”

“What’s going on?” Sam asks carefully.

You sigh, wish Sam would just blindly promise what you needs him to.

“The last trial,” you tell them. “It’s almost done. But, Dean- I couldn’t, not without- I had to tell you goodbye. That I love you.”


You expected nothing less, but still, you’re somehow unprepared for the sound of sheer agony in his voice.

“Dean, it has to be this way, baby.”

“No,” he grits out. “No way. Don’t do this.”

“There is no reason for you to make this sacrifice,” says Castiel. “Tell me where you are, and I will come get you.”

“It’s too late,” you say. “I’m so fucked up on my insides…I can’t-”

“I survived,” Sam argues. “You can too. You don’t have to do this.”

“Sam, I love you like a brother, but just quit it, okay? I want you to come get me, give me a hunter’s funeral. I’m counting on you to take care of my man after I’m gone. Buy him pie, Sam. Not cake.”

“You can survive. If I did, there’s no reason you can’t. Just tell us where you are.”

“You survived by having an angel take up shop inside you, which if I remember right, you were pretty pissed at Dean for.”

“So, we’ll find another way!” Dean explodes. “We’ll do something, we’ll-”

“Dean…I love you. More than anything.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t tell me you love me when what you really mean is goodbye. Don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me.”

“I’m so sorry, Dean. But, look, after this is over- You’ll be out of the life. You can have that family you want. Go do whatever you want.”

“What I want is you! Don’t try to make this better. I don’t want out of the life, I don’t want a family, not if you’re not there with me.”

You sigh. “Castiel, promise me you won’t let him make a deal. Promise me you’ll…”

Castiel replies, very softly, “He’ll kill me if I try to stop him. Please tell me where you are.”

You stare over at the demon, at the short distance that seems miles long. You are so, so tired. You want to go home. You want Dean.

“Baby.” Dean’s voice is gentler now. “Baby, please don’t do this. I need you. Life ain’t worth it without you. Tell me where you are.”

And you want to so.badly. You’re exhausted, and you’re not sure you’ll make it the last few feet, but you have to try.

“Dean, I’ve come so far,” you say, let out a shaky breath. “I’m so tired. I need to finish this.”

“I know my brother,” says Sam. “He’ll never get over this. That life you think he’ll have after the demons are all gone? You’re gonna take away the only prayer he would have ever had at coping with your death.”

“He’ll have you,” you reply. “And Cas. He’ll…It doesn’t matter. You’ll never get here in time.”

“Cas can be there in a matter of seconds. Just tell us where you are.”

“I wish I could, Sam.” You sigh. “I just called to say goodbye. I love you, Sam. You too, Castiel. Thanks for everything.”

“Baby, wait. Just- One thing. Answer me one thing,” Dean pleads, and you can’t refuse him, not with what you’re about to do.

“Okay, Dean.”

“Do you want to die? Or do you want to come home? To me? Cuz you will die if you do this, but if you want to come home- You can.”

You’ve been trying hard not to focus on the death part of this, preferring to think of it in terms of finishing the trials, not finishing yourself. The idea frightens you.

Home. Dean’s arms. Soft sheets. A decent night’s sleep.

“Baby, answer me. Do you want to come home?”

“Yes.” Your voice chokes as your tears spill over then. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you, too. Just tell us where you are, and I’ll come get you.”

You hesitate. Look again at the demon in front of you, think about the miles behind you that lead back to Dean.

End others’ suffering or end your own. You can’t have both. Your eyes drop shut, the sound of Dean’s breathing in your ears as he waits.

When your eyes open, your decision is made.


anonymous asked:

Why do you think Abigail was crying when she saw Will? Her emotions at the time?

She’s horrified. I think she was terrified and guilty and in shock, and probably very much reliving the trauma of her real father. She’d just shoved Alana, who was her friend and psychiatrist, out a window, at Hannibal’s behest. She’d at least heard Hannibal fighting Jack and apparently killing him. Now she was probably sent into the kitchen to await Will’s arrival, to allow Hannibal to get within arm’s length of Will. She’s always been pretty smart. She would know that being sent in to wait for Will was probably not in Will’s best interest, especially after what Hannibal had her do to Alana…even if she didn’t know–and from her reaction it seems she didn’t–that Hannibal would stab Will. 

She was seeing Will for the first time in months–and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise: she’d always cared for him–and she tried to apologize to him the best she could. She must have known what had been going on with him all this time, in terms of his incarceration and trial. But she was clearly hugely frightened of Hannibal, not even speaking when Will asked her where Hannibal was, just indicating with her eyes. 

This was supposed to be the night that Hannibal took her and Will and they all went off to make a new life together, and it was definitely not going the way it was supposed to. 

I’d be crying too, I think. 

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stilljoosen  asked:

I'm curious as to the balance of "rights" between Lords and Smallfolk. It seems vaguely accepted that noble families are legally considered fully superior and smallfolk have essentially zero rights - so we end up with Ramsey freely engaging in human hunts and Sandor Clegane murdering the child of a member of Ned Stark's retinue without any formal complaint. Is Westerosi society really any more equal than those of Slaver's Bay?

No, it’s not. Definitely not! It certainly has its advantages – you can’t buy and sell human beings as property there, and that’s genuinely important. And usually you have to be a bit sneaky about your worst excesses toward the smallfolk, which when push comes to shove can be used against you by your enemies as proof of your illegitimacy as a ruler. But indeed one of the points of the books is that the “barbaric” societies of Essos often have nothing on those of Westeros in terms of cruelty. Is trial by combat any less savage than pit fighting, for example? Are the Dothraki worse than House Lannister’s sack of King’s Landing? And on and on it goes. My contention has long been that since Westeros is based on our shared north/western Europe medieval fantasy tradition, and since its people speak in familiar idiomatic English, we relate to them more than we do the “alien” cultures and speaking patterns of Essos, but this is just a ruse to make us let our guard down. Might makes right no matter where you go.


I am freaking out about finals, so here is my coping mechanism: Gajeel in a tree, everyone.

Life had bad days. There were days when rain drenched an important paper through your backpack. There were days where every passing car happened to splash mud on your clean clothes. There were days when your car stopped working when an important presentation was that day.

There were those terrible days when everything that could go wrong…well, went wrong.

Before, bad days had never affected Gajeel so strongly. He was tough, aloof, and indifferent. Some bad fortune was nothing. That was why the bulky, black haired man was known as Black Steel Gajeel; he was tough as steel with nothing that could bring him down.

He could only recount a few days in which he truly felt bogged down: the day Metalicana abandoned him and the day he was expelled from Phantom Lord Community College.

Maybe only the day his father abandoned him. Getting expelled was more of a blessing since he was accepted to Fairy Tail College on a trial term.

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