#Sam and Mark are the ringleaders

[constellation-sapphic]

Man, I love Shoot From The Hip!

[themosthatedbeingg]

Creating portals to Hell has, clearly, never been Sam's forte. It's an incredibly tricky science, especially for an Angelic being. Today's failed experiment has, evidently, proven to him that he's terrible at this - and completely missed the mark.

The 3-meter tall cyborg feels almost.. comical being faced with.. what he can only assume is a tiny.. circus ringleader? And a Hell - if he can compare the two realms - that's entirely different from his own.

❮ ..Hello. ❯ His optical lens stares down at Lucifer. ❮ I suppose I must apologize for.. appearing out of thin air like that. ❯

When he first saw a portal he thought perhaps it was Lucid ? He was good at making these kinda things but .. well he was pretty sure this was no longer Lucid .

He found himself staring up at a very very tall Robot? “Oh wow my brother would have the weirdest crush on you” ah another inside thought turned outside thought .

“… uh well Apology accepted .. also .. Who are you? .. what are you?”

[windzofdezire]

In the end, Windz and Ziril was able to take the portal to Eternity and managed to escape the wrathe of the prejudice creatures that tried to stop them being together 😇

The Story of Forever

#legendary

Shanon went on to start his own projects and left with a new boyfriend...

Adam went on to start a new relationship with a woman

And justin t went on to continue his adventure as a family man

Lee was able to find love again and started a new adventure

Igzy was able to get her eternity bag at the artem and start her sacred temple in a location unknown

Sean went with Sam and went on their own path

Oracle Missy had her musical spirit sculptured in which is now presented in the realm of eternity

Ed was able to find a new path and continued his travels in pursuit of adventures

Tom and his friends returned to hollywood in search of his new movie

William inspired went on to pursue a new dream and project

Katie embraced a new path discovering new life fascinations

Jenny inspired went on to pursue new interests overseas

The children then pursued other interests in sports and left the decision making to the big ppl

Ben went on to continue his passion in america inspiring men all over along with matt

Chris went on pursuing his own interests and found love ♡

Damian was able to find a new love and continued pursuing netball and living the life of a family man

Doug came and visited Ziril announcing his crush

Dan came and visited Ziril announcing his crush

Lleyton went with Justin and they continued to seek their destiny

Paul went into the shadows and now lives in an unknown location

Julia was able to reignite her passion and new dreams

Nicole then went to pursue new interests in fashion and design

Christina was able to find her truth and embraces every moment with her family

Frek went on to pursue his own dream being a ringleader of his annonymous group

Nick was picked up by an agent and pursued a new career and dream

Mark was never able to reconnect to his past lover and went on to pursue new interests

Ria, Bey, Celine, rihanna and Shania and the other musicians continued their musical diva careers from an unknown location

KK became forever as the new #zerodoll on SSF

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Some of them went on to start and perfect their own masculine and feminine art disciplines and others living and seeking their truth

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[remythologise]

Hello! I found your blog via you amazingly summarizing all that's going on with the spn drama. Due to my schedules, rl stuff, some of the arcs that didn't vibe with me, my availability to find a place to watch...the rollercoaster I was used to with this fandom was more me binging it in a weekend to going months to over a year without watching it. I still haven't watched the last season(but with a fandom this big it's pretty impossible not be spoiled so I more or less know what happened) BUT oh great one I ask of thee for more information if you have it...other than being busy and whatnot, I'm not really one to keep up with the actors as well. So could you also maybe do a summary of all the stans? I'im seeing terms I haven't seen before. Who is Kelios(sp?)? Hellions?? probably messed it up but like...I guess what are the name of each legion? Who do they have alliance towards? What was their desires? Que paso?!?!?!?

Hi there! 'Some of the arcs that didn't vibe with me' me emotionally quitting Supernatural in Season 7 after they killed Castiel 😂 Anyway I totally get it, I went through the same culture shock mid-last year when I got back into SPN and tried to find where fandom was at! There's really a LOT of lore and content after 15 years though so I'll just do the broad brushstrokes based on my impressions and personal stereotypes PLEASE remember this is oversimplifying groups and individuals to tendencies and I'm very biased! Also important that there are sub-factions within sub-factions - again, I'm simplifying here!

I've also linked to the 'Super-wiki' in terms of some definitions because the Super-wiki has pages for them where the Fandom-wiki does not. Great introduction actually - only in the Supernatural fandom. There are two Supernatural wikis. One, through curation and twitter activity, supports BiBro/Wincest factions and does not support Destiel users. One is more neutral or Destiel-friendly (I don't know that the Fandom wiki has a personality/social media presence per se). You cannot make this up. There is a factional war... within use of fandom wikis.

Destiel faction

People who primarily ship Dean/Cas, love Castiel and (often, although not always) Jack, and the 'found family' of Supernatural as well as the brothers, and like the post s3 seasons too. Hated 15.19 and 15.20 for killing Dean and ignoring the other characters/narrative arc of the show. Nicknamed 'Destihellers' by the Wincest faction as a derogatory term, 'reclaimed' and shortened as 'Hellers', a nickname they use affectionately to describe each other. See more info on nicknames here.

Sometimes also ship ‘Cockles’ (the ship between Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles) although generally speaking they're more respectful of the wives of the actors than J2 shippers, who are notoriously responsible for... a vast series of insane-fan misdemeanours. Historically most were also good at keeping RPF to themselves and not harassing celebrities with it directly, although recently, particularly with younger twitter fans, that has not been the case.

Sub-factions:

The ‘Desticule’ or ‘Destiel tumblr’ - general grouping of Destiel-shipping tumblr users around 20-30 years old, usually LGBT+, most who came back to the show post-15.18 after leaving it for various reasons including getting sick of the queerbaiting. Funniest bitches alive etc. and responsible for the best text posts you’ve ever seen. Can also start stupid discourse and in-group drama when they’re bored.

'POLOL' - People of Lots of Letters, a discord group (of tumblr and twitter users) that ran on the assumption Andrew Dabb was playing a hugely intricate game of 3D chess to do with gnostic symbolism among other things, and would make Destiel canon. Have since had their own factional sub-wars and fallen apart a bit. Some of their meta was and is good and interesting! Some of it was wildly off the mark. Now generally insist that Dabb/the writers were all pushing for Destiel canon and the network is entirely to blame.

Twitter fans (TikTok edition) - younger fans around 18 and younger who (FOR REASONS BEYOND ME) started watching the show around 2018-2020. Definition of 'stans'. Tend to be very loud and aggressive on twitter when Events Happen, which like. I do get, because they've grown up in a completely different media environment and this kind of Dinosaur Politicking around LGBT+ issues is beyond them. Fancam central. Anyway stream #CASTIEL for clear skin!

Twitter fans (AO3 edition) - older fans around 30+ who kept going with the show but either don't have a large tumblr presence or just prefer twitter. A lot of fic writers, GISH-ers, and BNFs in this group. Some of them are very cool and reasonable in their opinions, some of them act like the younger stans. Some of them too accepting of what happened wrt 15.19-20 in my opinion, because, in contrast to the younger twitter stans, they grew up expecting Destiel to NEVER be canon or respected. 'Can't believe we got this far' etc.

Multiship faction

Multishippers or shippers of things not as large as the two main behemoths . Sub-factions based on shipping, e.g. Megstiel and Sastiel. I don't think these groups are very large though, and seem to have very little influence in the Discourse.

Wincest faction

LARGE overlap with the 'BiBro' faction and their opinions, which I'll get to. Ship Sam and Dean romantically. Often pretend to be BiBros on places like twitter and reddit in order for outside groups to take their opinions more seriously. 'Wincesties' etc. are derogatory nicknames given by the Destiel faction.

Sub-factions:

Multiship fans - ship Sam and Dean but respect Castiel/the 'found family'. Politically overlap with the faction of multishippers, I think. I don't have a lot of insight on this group of people honestly, but I know they exist.

Bronlies - the typical BiBro and 'Wincest' shippers most people think of, twitter user 'Kelios' is one of the would-be ringleaders of this faction - typically tend to be older white midwestern women. Historically have been pretty nasty on twitter (leading to Robert Berens, writer who made Destiel canon, occasionally subtweeting Kelios). Also tend to ship 'J2' - and take it very seriously as a legitimate thing that is really real. This is called 'tinhatting'.

BiBro faction

People who think the show should JUST be about the brothers, love Supernatural s1-3 and everything after it should have been just like Supernatural s1-3. Hate Castiel, Jack, and the 'found family'. Largely loved 15.20. Go to literally any comments section on any Supernatural article and You Will Find Them complaining about how the show should just be about the Brothers. Tend to be older, straighter, and more conservative/Republican (and male) fans. (I am aware that the definition of 'BiBro' used to refer to people who just liked the brothers but there's no definitional difference now in the discourse.) The Wincest and BiBro faction are generally much more wealthy than the Destiel faction (they being younger and more diverse/queer/left-leaning in general) and would be the biggest revenue generators at conventions etc.

Sub-factions:

Reddit bros - literally anyone who visits r/supernatural. Well, that's not fair - there are people who post reasonable opinions on there, but it's pretty rare and they get downvoted a lot. Like to talk about 'toxic Destiel fans' 'ruining the show' and how Dean is a straight man who is straight and could never possibly be gay. Might even think the confession was platonic despite all evidence to the contrary. I'm Not Homophobic I Have Gay Friends, But No Gays on MY Show!

Old Guard - group of older fans who overlap strongly with the Wincest faction, but might not necessarily ship Wincest.

GA faction

'General Audience' - These are the group of audience members that aren't 'online' so to speak; most watch the show on TV as a Casual Viewing Experience (are therefore also sometimes referred to as 'casuals'. Mostly their opinions tend towards BiBros, but they have a vast range of baffling views thanks to being Not Online and usually Not caring about Supernatural that much or thinking that deeply about it.

Sub-factions:

People who simply watch Supernatural on TV and then don't think about it very much after that.

I said they weren't 'online' but that's not entirely true; I'd probably classify people on Supernatural Facebook Groups as GA, along with friends of friends who post statuses about how 15.20 was a neat finale that wrapped up the series.

Conclusion

Supernatural is famously the show that appeals to both Republicans and Democrats, literally All Orientations, so there's a WIDE range of factions. However, most warring online boils down to Destiel vs. Wincest/BiBro - the war that started in Season 4 and has simply never ended. In terms of the 'actors' and their stans, in general, Wincest/BiBro fans love Jared, like Jensen, and dislike Misha. Destiel fans love Misha, like Jensen, and dislike Jared. Of course as with everything, there are variations and this is just a generalisation. But that's the summary of it, from my perspective!

This didn't even get into Sam girls, Dean girls and Cas girls. God. Anyway.

Hope that answered your question, anon!

[spookysweet-heart]

Freak Show

Request: No

Parings: Circus!Egos x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Youtube Egos (Mark, Jack, Nate)

Warning: Dream manipulation, Nightmares.

A/N: Here’s Part Two of The Circus of Souls series. Part one can be found here! This is directly after the first one so please read it if you haven’t yet! The lovely aesthetic I’ll be using is by the very talented @huffle-princess​! The songs that I use in this part are FreakShow by The Nearly Deads and Enjoy The Show by NateWantsToBattle. Edited by @semiproeagle23​!

     Immediately after getting home, you tossed the book and tickets on your desk. Sitting on your bed, you felt your heart pounding in your chest. “What the fuck was that…?” 

Deciding not to go through with your original plan, you ended up running home. Glancing at the tickets, you felt off. There was a reason you knew you couldn’t leave just yet. 

Shaking your head, you sighed in frustration. Standing up and running a hand through your hair, you started to head out to the bathroom down the hall to get ready for bed.

Getting back into your room, you threw yourself on your bed and rolled over to pull the covers up so you could get underneath them. After getting comfortable, you looked over at the book one more time. It still didn’t feel right. Turning around, you turned off your bedside lamp, letting sleep take over.

It didn’t take long before you were drifting off. The room fell into a silence that didn’t feel inviting at all, but you brushed it off, thinking it was just your imagination from your interaction with the Ringleader.

Your breathing started to even out when you finally fell asleep, not noticing when the book on your desk opened on its own as a breeze passed through, making the pages turn. The book stopped on the third page with the man who was on a stage surrounded by smoke. The golden light that shined earlier in the day appeared again as purple smoke emerged from the page.

The smoke made its way above you, as if making sure you were asleep. When it was positive that you were, it made its way inside, phasing through your body.

Walking through a dark abandoned building, the only light source that you could see was from the moon shining through the windows. Your bare feet on the cold white tile made a shiver run down your spine.

When you looked around the open space, you noticed shadows on the walls were moving while you walked. It took a second to realize that they were children’s shadows. 

Stopping in the middle of the huge room, you closed your eyes, telling yourself it was just a dream, that nothing could hurt you. “C’mon, it’s just a dream...you can change it. Please change, I don’t want to be here.” 

Feeling a breeze pass by, you opened your eyes, seeing you were still in the building, but the shadows were now surrounding you. Looking at them, you asked, “What do you want? What is this place?” 

You started to hear whispers and giggles of children all around. “Help me…”, “Please save us...”, “Don’t let him trick you…” Taking a step forward, the kids moved, letting you walk away from them. Each step you took became quicker than the last until you started to run away, but the voices and giggles still rang in your ears.

Turning a corner, you saw there was an open room. Peeking inside, you saw there was an almost empty table. Hesitantly stepping inside, you noticed that the voices stopped when your eyes landed on a small toy carousel sitting in the middle of the table. 

Just as you were about to touch it, the tiny lights turned on, making the horses move around as a circus jingle started to play. Standing there, you were too preoccupied to notice a taller shadow move behind you across the hall.

The small breeze that passed by was what caught your attention to turn away. Walking back out into the hallway, you heard faint music coming from the end of it. It sounded just like the one coming from the carousel.

Following the echoing music, you felt uneasy again as you were getting closer. Hearing a crowd of people cheer gave you a little bit of hope that maybe this dream was turning into something good after all. Unfortunately, right as you entered the room, all you saw was a stage at the far end. 

The music got louder as the invisible cheers did. Looking around, you saw purple smoke make its way to the stage. 

As the stage lights came on, the smoke disappeared, leaving a man in a black and purple outfit in its place center stage.

He smiled, hearing the crowd cheer as he raised his mic to his lips. “You wanna take a look inside my head, you wanna analyze the things I’ve said. Well here we go again, I know what you’re gonna find. I know I’ve sought revenge, that I’ve cheated, and I’ve lied.” 

Jumping down, he started to make his way to you, leaving a trail of purple smoke with each step he took. “I’ve been selfish, and unkind, and reckless and unwise. There’s nothing you can say to change me. I need to save myself. But you asked, so here we go.” 

Lifting up his hand, a spotlight shined on him as the rest of the room turned black. “Welcome to the FreakShow, all my friends are here.” Gesturing to the crowd, you looked around seeing the children from before. “Jealousy and love, envy, lust, corruption, fear. Welcome to the headache I wake up with every day.” 

The man grinned as he stood right in front of you. He gently grabbed your chin with his free hand, making you look up at him. “Be careful what you wish for, or you’ll end up just like me…” Purple smoke started to surround you both as he continued to sing. “You’ll end just like me...just like me…” 

Feeling your chest tighten when it got harder to breathe, you started to panic, trying to escape, but you couldn't move a muscle. The man leaned down as he whispered in your ear. “Be careful, (Y/n). You don’t want the fate we suffer everyday…” 

You wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he only placed a hand above your chest. You closed your eyes and the next thing you knew, you were shoved back with a sharp pain hitting your chest.

Feeling as if you were falling, you woke up startled, sitting up in bed. Frantically looking around, you took everything in, realizing you were back in your room. Looking at your desk, you saw the book was still closed, just how you left it. 

Laying back in bed, you turned your head towards your window, seeing it was morning. 

Breathing a bit heavily, you stretched out your arms when you reluctantly got up from your bed. 

Trying to calm yourself down, you placed a hand where his hand was before. Slowing down your breathing, you felt your chest become less heavy by the second.

Picking up your phone, you saw you had a few missed texts from your group chat.

“Do you guys wanna go to the Circus?”

“It’s the opening night, isn’t it?”

“Yeah! I asked my mom if she’d give me a few extra dollars for a ticket.”

“I’m up for it! But I don’t have much money for a ticket.“

“Same here…”

“Sneak in?”

Walking over to your desk, you picked up one of the tickets. “The Circus of Souls….I don’t like this...but there has to be a reason. I know that nightmare wasn’t by chance.” Looking at your phone when it vibrated, you saw it was a new message in the chat.

“Hey, (Y/n)! You’re awake! You wanna go to the Circus?”

You felt a bit nervous when you replied.

“Yeah! And don’t worry about the tickets, guys. I was able to get some for all of us. Free for the whole week.”

“Free?! How’d you get that?!”

“That’s a secret! Meet me by the entrance around 5. Okay?”

Tossing your phone on your bed, you started to get ready for later.

Adjusting the strap on your bookbag, tickets in hand, you looked over at the crowd when you heard someone yell out your name. 

Seeing Stretch wave, you smiled and waved to her, making your way to the group. “Hey!”

“Hey, are those the tickets?” Meer looked over at your hand, seeing four tickets.

“Oh! Yeah! These are it! They’re valid for the whole week!” You gave her a smile and handed each of them a ticket. “Before we go in, can I talk to you guys real quick?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” Sam smiled, putting the ticket in her pocket.

“Before we go in there, you have to promise me that you guys won’t break away from the group?”

“Sure, but why?” Stretch raised an eyebrow, looking at you confused.

“Because...uh…” Looking between the three girls, your eyes landed on Meer. “Because Meer’s afraid of crowds remember! It’s better if we all stick together so she feels comfortable right?”

“That would actually help a lot, honestly…” Meer’s cheeks became a light pink, feeling sheepish as she looked around at the group.

“Hey, don’t feel bad, we’re all afraid of something, right?” Sam wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulders. “I mean, you can stay with me when these guys go on the rides that take off the ground. I’m not a fan of heights.”

“Okay...sure thing!” Meer smiled again and followed your lead as the group made its way to the ticket booth.

Showing the man at the booth your tickets, he smiled at you as he took it. “Don’t worry about bringing these back, you can just hand them over. The boss man said you and your friends would be coming tonight.”

“Thanks?” You shrugged your shoulders, acting like you had no idea what he was talking about. “Let’s go!” Smiling and leading the group further into the Circus, you were all immediately hit with the smells of fresh popcorn, cotton candy, and fried dough.

Stretch was the first one to suggest you play some games first before going on any rides. Throughout the night, you all challenged each other to the various games and silly dares you four could do. Time flew by, and you almost forgot the real reason you were here tonight.

“We haven’t gotten on any of the rides…” Stretch pouted, grabbing her bag of popcorn from the lady at the stand.

“I wanted to see the animal tamer! Did you see the tiger she’s working with, holy shit!” Meer almost dropped her bag of popcorn in excitement.

“There’s a Fortune Teller booth I kinda wanted to check out too..”  Sam slightly pouted as she turned to the group, handing you your bag of popcorn.

Taking the bag, you giggled a bit. “Okay, okay, I know you all wanted to do things, but we have all week, right? We still have time to do all of it.” 

Just as Stretch was about to speak up, a loud voice over the speakers ran through the area. “Attention! Attention! The Circus of Souls would like to invite you all to the main tent for a spectacular music performance!” 

The mention of a music performance made your blood run cold as you stood there. There was no way it could be the same man you saw in your dreams, could it?

“(Y/n)? Hey, (Y/n)!” Stretch waved a hand in front of your face, trying to snap you out of it.

You blinked and took a step back. “Whoa, what the fuck, dude?”

“You were spacing out there, dork. We asked you if you wanted to go see the performance?”

“Oh,” Looking at your group, you nodded. “Yeah, sure! It’ll be a fun end to the first night, wouldn’t it?”

Walking into the huge red tent made you feel on edge, to say the least. What made you stop in your tracks was seeing Phantom greeting guests. “Welcome! Oh, well I see you made it  my dear. Come in, come in! You three must be (Y/n)’s friends. Thank you tagging along. Please, take a seat at the front. There’s four spots waiting for you all.”

Nodding, you silently made your way to the front where the empty seats were, ignoring the looks your friends were giving you.

As the four of you sat down, Stretch beat everyone to the point. “What the hell was that, (Y/n)? You made friends with the Ringleader himself?”

“No! We're not friends…I went exploring the tracks yesterday to clear my head and I sorta bumped into him...”

Before any of you could continue the conversation, the lights went out and a single spot light shined center stage. Only this time, there stood a man in red. His tophat was slightly slanting to one side as he leaned the slightest amount of his weight on his cane for a second before lifting it and greeting everyone.

“Hello, boys and girls. Welcome to The Circus of Souls! I hope you all are enjoying our opening night here in your cozy little town. Thank you for being here and trusting us to entertain you for the evening.” 

He glanced over at you before he smiled and continued to address the crowd. “Now, the show you are about to see may be harmful to some since we’ll be using bright lights, flashing lights, and....a bit of disturbing imagery. I know I just greeted you all in, but if there are those of you who are sensitive to these types of things, I suggest you leave the tent immediately for your own safety."

A few groups of people started to leave the tent, only taking a few moments. Making sure everyone was out of harm's way, Phantom grinned as he waved his hand, bowing to the audience. “With that out of the way, I wish you all a fun and safe night here.”

As the spotlight disappeared, the red undertone turned to purple. You felt the same pain in your chest seeing the purple smoke cover the stage. The music started as your eyes scanned the stage before they landed on a familiar silhouette.

A voice over the speakers rang out, startling you. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls! Gather 'Round, Gather 'Round. Sit Back, Relax, and please, stay in your seats.”

You gripped the strap of your book bag, listening and looking right at the silhouette. “Kick your feet up, and grab some popcorn. Oh, and of course! Lest we not forget!” Feeling warmth by the left side of your face, the next phrase made the hair on your neck stand up, hearing it closer than you expected. “Enjoy The Show”

The stage lights came on, making your eyes widen, seeing him standing there center stage like in your nightmare.

“Come One, Come All! And Behold we have a Sight Immeasurable, A Spectacle, Of Innocence and Fright. Oh Maybe 2, 3, 4 or even five long nights. Now you're crawling, ever stalling. With no end in sight. Up all night to see if you can make it. All new friends to see if you can take it! Be still, be quiet. They still know you haven't left yet!”

White and purple lights started to flash throughout the tent. The purple smoke still covered the bottom of the stage. The man soon encouraged the crowd to  come up to the stage while the band continued to play.

“And We'll Pretend. We'll just pretend, pretend that day would never end. I'll make believe that you can see. Everything they did to me. Nowhere to hide and now we're through but if we were just like you. I'll be your friend, I'll be your friend. You can trust me 'till the end.”

Stretch pulled you and the others to the front of the stage, grinning in excitement as everyone started to make their way too.

He smiled down at everyone as he waved to the crowd, making his way across the stage to see everyone else. “There's something bad inside me, I'm broken beyond fixing. Save me! I know that we've all been here. It only hurts a second, there's nothing to fear!”

Making his way further from the crowd, the purple smoke covered the audience so they weren't able to see the stage.

“I have you hidden way too well. It's time to let you out, put on a mask to hide yourself. That made you one of us now!”

The smoke subsided in a flash of white light. Looking back up, you noticed he had purple streaks running down his cheeks now. “And we'll pretend, we'll Just pretend. Pretend that day would never end. I'll make believe that you can see everything they did to me. Nowhere to hide, and now we're through. But if we were just like you. I'll be your friend, I'll be your friend. You can trust me 'till the end.”

He reached out his free hand to you, pulling you up on stage with him. You looked down at your friends, and they were only cheering, seeing you up on stage. The man got your attention by grabbing your chin like he'd done before. Looking into his eyes, you saw they were black with swirls of bright purple.

“We need you, so we can escape. If they find you, it'll be too late, We need you, so we can escape.” Glancing around, you saw the children you saw in your nightmare. They were pale and thin, as if they were ghosts. “If they find you, it'll be too late.”  Turning you around so you were facing the crowd, he wrapped his free arm around your waist, holding you against his chest and swaying with you, singing out to the crowd. You looked around and saw the children come closer.

“And we'll pretend, we'll just pretend, pretend that day would never end. I'll make believe that you can see everything they did to me. Nowhere to hide and now we're through. But if we were just like you.” The man let you go when one of the kids almost touched you. Helping you down, he smiled as he let go of your hand. He looked at you through the end of the song. Your friends took notice, only smiling for now. “I'll be your friend, I'll be your friend. You can trust me 'till the end. Now we're afraid, we're all afraid. Afraid that it might be too late! They never learn to wait their turn. Now we get to watch them burn.”

The lights started to slowly fade. The smoke disappeared from the crowd and slowly rose around the band. “Nowhere to hide and now we're through. But if we were just like you, I'll be your friend, I'll be your friend. You can trust me 'till the end….Trust me till the end!” The last thing you saw were his eyes shining bright purple before the smoke covered them.

The lights went out for a second and when they came back on, the stage was empty, save for the Ringleader again. “Well, wasn’t that entertaining! What did you all think?”

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, making the small orb on his cane light up. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed the little show our incredible singer, Natemare, performed. He’s known to have a flair for the dramatics, if you couldn’t tell already.” The crowd roared in laughter. 

In a matter of seconds, the laughs turned to clapping and cheers when Natemare walked out, standing next to Phantom. He had a grin on his face he bowed, soaking in all the enthusiasm. “Thank you! Though, I couldn’t have done it without the brave soul that let me bring them up here with me.” He looked down at you, smiling, and gave you a wink. 

“I’ll be here all week, so if you’d like to see another performance, my time stamps should be on display just outside this tent.”

Phantom wrapped an arm around Natemare’s shoulders, waving to the crowd. “Goodnight everyone! Thank you for making our opening night one we won’t forget! Be safe traveling home, now!”

As the crowds filed out of the Circus, Meer grabbed your arm. You looked around, seeing them all looking at you and giggling. 

“What is it?” Taking your arm back, you turned around and faced them.

“Oh, c’mon, (Y/n), you don’t have to hide it.”

“Hide what?”

“You have to tell us! Was he as cute up close?” Sam squealed in excitement, remembering the scene.

“I bet he was! Please tell us!” Stretch grinned, grabbing your hand.

“More like he was terrifying…”

“Huh?” All three girls look at you confused.

“I….I had a nightmare last night and he was in it. I don’t know how to explain this, but I feel like there’s a reason we happened to see him perform today and the fact he picked me out of everyone?”

“Uh oh, I think (Y/n) has a crush on him. Aww, that's so cute! He’s like your dream boy or something.” Sam giggled as she poked your cheek.

You moved her hand away and pouted at the three of them.”It’s not like that at all! Guys, please listen to me, there's something going on here. Didn’t you see those kids up there?!”

“Yeah, but the Ringleader said there would be disturbing imagery, they were probably holograms or something.” Meer adjusted her bag a bit.

“...I know they weren’t holograms. I know I’m sounding crazy right now, but can you three just listen to what I have to say first and then you can say whatever the hell you want after?”

The three girls looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. “Alright, we’ll listen.”

“Thank you. Can we meet up at the park by my house tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah, not too early though.” Meer looked around when she noticed everyone was staring at her. “What? I don’t like waking up super early…”

“Yeah, sure, we’ll meet around eleven. Does that work for everyone?”

Nodding in agreement, the four of you headed home. After a long, and sort of fun night, you just wanted to go to sleep.

Dropping your bag by your bed, you immediately fell onto your bed, not caring about changing or properly laying on your bed. Almost instantly falling asleep, the purple smoke emerged from your bag as Natemare took form. He looked at you for a moment before using his smoke to get you under your blankets without waking you. “I’ll give you a break tonight. You need it, kid…”

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[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Chicago Tribune: “Government Files Trace Moon Church from Sex Cult”

The pikareum practices of Sun Myung Moon exposed.

“The Moonies:  Government Files Trace Church from Sex Cult to Korean CIA”

James Coates of the Chicago Tribune

March 27, 1978     Section 1  3

WASHINGTON — Once-secret government files released by a House subcommittee trace the so-called “Moonie” church from its origins as a small-time Korean sex cult to a worldwide organization operated by the Korean Central Intelligence Agency.

The documents, soon to be the subject of public hearings, indicate the Unification (Moonie) Church was used by the Korean government as part of a lobbying effort in the U.S. Congress.

Diplomatic cables said that the church patriarch, Rev. Sun Myung Moon, headed a Korean cult that “interprets the Bible in sexual terms.” The KCIA decided to use Moon in a scheme that grew to include other Koreans bribing congressmen, the documents said.

A U.S. Central intelligence Agency report, marked “unevaluated” and written in February 1963, said that Lt. Col. Bo Hi Pak of the Korean army was working to expand the church into Washington under the direction of Kim Chong-pil, the director of the KCIA.

A cable sent to Washington from the American embassy in Seoul on August 26, 1966, describes an initiation ceremony for the church involving sexual relations. The cable said the church refers to such initiation as “baptizing.”

The author of the cable quoted Thomas Chung, president of the Korean Students’ Association in Washington, as saying: “Colonel Pak was in trouble because he had attempted to initiate into his church (i.e. to have sexual relations with) the wife of a visiting ROK (Korean government) official (either the minister of national defense or the chief of staff).”

The cable continued: “According to Chung, the matter had been hushed up, but only with difficulty, and Pak had nearly lost his job because of it.“

That cable also quotes another intelligence source: “He said that the church interprets the Bible in sexual terms and maintains that religious experience is interrelated with sex. MUN Son-myong (sic), leader of the church, was once arrested because of the sexual practices of the organization.” Spokesmen for Moon have acknowledged that the religious leader was arrested but maintained he was cleared of the charges.

The 1963 CIA document explained that the Korean intelligence agency planned to open a branch of the Unification Church (also called Tong Il) in Washington with Bo Hi Pak as the real leader.

Pak was to organize the church in America, the CIA report said, through an organization called the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation. The authors of the CIA in-house reports said their sources disclosed in 1963 that the KCIA chief, Kim Chong-pil, was using the church to advance his own political moves in Korea. The KCIA director was a ringleader in the coup that installed Park Chung Hee as president.’

Summaries of other top-secret U.S. intelligence reports released by Rep. Donald Fraser, D-Minn., indicate that in 1970 President Park Chung Hee launched a plan to use the Unification Church as part of the Korean effort to stop the U.S. from pulling troops out of the country.

One summary said that President Park planned to use Bo Hi Pak to operate lobbying efforts through the church, while the millionaire socialite, Tongsun Park, focused his efforts on entertaining members of Congress and passing out gifts.

In the final months of the Nixon Administration, the Unification Church held vigils outside the White House to oppose impeachment moves. Other Moonies walked the halls of Capitol Hill and urged congressmen to support Nixon and foreign aid for Korea.

Most church members are young unmarried adults who live in dormitories and devote their time to fundraising and other church-related activities in exchange for food, clothing and shelter. Church members and investigators who have infiltrated the church in recent years say that the Moonies live by a strict moral code that forbids sexual activity outside marriage.

However, the State Department reports — based on investigations of the Unification Church in the 1960s — paint a different picture.

At the time of the alleged effort to “baptize” a top official’s wife, Pak was assistant military attache at the Korean embassy in Washington.

Pak has told the House Subcommittee on U.S. Korean Relations that he left the embassy in 1964 to become affiliated with the Korean Cultural and Freedom Foundation. He is now president of the foundation and acts as interpreter for Moon.

During a lengthy and emotional speech before the House subcommittee, Pak branded as false all charges about his ties with the KCIA. He accused the House and the U.S. press of persecuting members of the Unification faith and trying to “crucify” Moon.

Pak ridiculed assertions that the Moon religion is actually a foreign affairs arm of the Korean Intelligence Agency.

“This subcommittee, in the powerful name of the US Congress, gave unqualified authenticity to a so-called intelligence report, which is trash, total lies, distorted, and vicious in nature,” Pak said.

He said that the Moon church is no more political than Catholic, Protestant, or Jewish congregations in the United States. Those churches, Pak said, actively and lawfully champion political causes as the Unification Church does.

Pak was not questioned about the alleged sexual practices. Fraser announced he will return Pak to the witness stand April 11 for more testimony.

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St Petersburg Independent article: http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=950&dat=19780328&id=D2FQAAAAIBAJ&sjid=e1gDAAAAIBAJ&pg=6680,3066038

United States Congressional investigation of Moon’s organization

Bo Hi Pak contradicted himself about being the father of Sam Park

FBI and other reports on Sun Myung Moon

Gifts of Deceit – Robert Boettcher

Moon sought to influence the American political agenda by pouring more than a billion dollars into media.

Sun Myung Moon’s secret love child – Mother Jones

Pak Chung-hwa interviewed about Moon’s “SEX relays”

Pikareum sex emerged at Ewha Womans University in 1955

Sun Myung Moon – Restoration through Incest

Ritual Sex in the Unification Church – Kirsti L. Nevalainen

[dearevanhansenofficial]

“You Will Be Found” College Essay Writing Challenge | DEAR EVAN HANSEN

DEAR EVAN HANSEN “You Will Be Found” College Essay Writing Challenge 

On Sunday, May 19, the winner of the inaugural “You Will Be Found” College Essay Writing Challenge was announced at the 2019 Roger Rees Awards. The award recognizes excellence in storytelling and includes a $1,500 college scholarship prize.  

Winner: Katherine Hui of Great Neck South High School

Katherine Hui meets the cast of DEAR EVAN HANSEN in the Blue Room (June 2, 2019).

Finalists: Ashley Chen, Brooklyn, New York Artea Brahaj, Whitestone, New York Joy DelGiorno, Bellmore, New York Payel Islam, Bronx, New York Kendi King, Brooklyn, NY Natalie Marin, Staten Island, NY Tiffany Matela, Flushing, New York Shari Nudelman, Valley Stream, NY Cassandra Reyes, Ellenville, NY Akza Sam, Yonkers, New York Joseph Scinto, Rye Brook, New York

Judges: Damian Bazadona – Founder & President, Situation Interactive Chad Beguelin – Tony-Nominated Book Writer Sir Colin Callender – Producer, Playground Entertainment Colleen Jennings-Roggensack – Executive Director, ASU Gammage Peter Marks – Theater Critic, The Washington Post 

DEAR EVAN HANSEN invited 11th-grade and 12th-grade students in New York City to write a college-application style essay that describes how “You Will Be Found” resonates with and inspires them. Did it prompt them to challenge their thinking or actions in some way? Was it a catalyst for personal growth? Explain the song’s significance, and its impact on their life. Below is the winning essay by Katherine Hui.

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“What language do you speak?”

“Chinese– Cantonese, actually,” I automatically replied, picking up my chopsticks, unaware of the band of girls surrounding me in the cafeteria of my new school. I instinctively made the mistake of giving them the answer they wanted to hear: not that my native language was English, but that I spoke Chinese. It didn’t matter what dialect I spoke, or how well I spoke, but it was the fact that I had the misfortune of being Chinese which allowed them to prey on my foreignness.

“Cantonese? C-CANTONESE?” The ringleader sneered, launching spit all over my lunch, followed by a dry “Sorry, that was an accident.”

I vividly recall the crinkles around her cruel eyes, blue as ice, and the sharp laughter that echoes in my head like a soundtrack to this day. It was an act of hostility, a signal for her pack to follow her lead.

“C-C-Cantonese!”

“Ching chong!”

Sucking in my breath, I shut my eyes tightly as if it would stop the chaos from escalating, but there was the sickening feeling of their saliva sticking to my hot, fleshy cheeks. Lacking nutrients, my body refused to make a physical response. I was in an agonizing whirlpool trying to battle the vacuum in my stomach, my insides churning what little was in my stomach. Even larger was the hunger to escape from my humiliation and my skin. I ached to run out of the cafeteria, to disappear, to scream at the world for placing me in the yellow skin that I was in. I ached to yell at my parents for teaching me Cantonese. I ached to be white. But I sat frozen, tightly gripping onto the chopsticks and my identity.

Unamused by my reaction, the ringleader decides to target her next prey and pounce with the rest of her followers. I put on my headphones, turned off the world and turned to a new soundtrack. “You Will Be Found” was first on my playlist. I took a moment to purge my sinful thoughts as I listened to the heart-sinking chords of the opening; its rhythm pulsed as my heart pounded. As if Evan Hansen is right beside me asking me if I ever felt like I could disappear, all my trust was placed in the lyrics transporting me safely to a new realization. If this vessel sank, my identity would go with it. The song’s lyrics became a barrier to my embarrassment, the crescendo in the final chorus became a beacon of hope uplifting this vessel. There is a new rhythm in my head, but it is quiet. In fact, no-one hears it; it makes no noise because my thoughts are here in this song.

Though the girls had committed an awful wrong, a greater wrong I had committed. My apathy toward my own ethnicity reflected something far more disturbing than wanting to undo something beyond my control, more despicable than losing my ethnic pride: I was at war with myself, feeling like I was alone in the battle.

My Chinese eyes released Chinese tears down Chinese cheeks onto the contaminated takeout box, which was ruined by the painful bullets of white power. The ruined lunch, in a roundabout way, represented the malicious fragments of my identity lost: my ignorance, my shame, my hunger. Forming in me was a new consciousness that a Chinese girl should not have to be afraid of being Chinese because a white girl did not have to be afraid of being white. It was through letting go of those fragments of my identity that, for the first time, I accepted I did not have to be afraid of feeling lost because that was how Evan Hansen found me.

[cathwritestragediesnotsins]

Don’t make me stay away

Dean Winchester x Vamp!reader

Word count: 1,923

Summary: Dean is being childish so the reader goes out but ends up in trouble.

"Dean, c'mon, seriously?!" I say, annoyed and overwhelmingly frustrated with my boyfriend. He doesn't reply, just smugly plays with his new sterling silver necklace.

"D, I know you're mad at me but this is just ridiculous! So unfair!"

"Yeah well you deserve it."

I roll my eyes so hard you can practically hear it.

"Dean Michael Winchester, that is not fair and you know it." I state, stamping my foot childishly.

"Well it's not my fault you were throwing yourself at that guy! Gosh, Y/N, could you have been more intense with your flirting?!" Dean huffs, flopping back onto the bed and staring angrily at the ceiling.

"I WAS GETTING INFORMATION!" I shout, "Dean, c'mon, that guys was gross! So not my type... Apparently I have a thing for emotionally immature bad boys" I say the last part under my breath but I know he hears me. He rolls his eyes and continues pouting.

Just then Sam walks in. "Hey guys I-" he stops when he sees me standing pressed against the wall while Dean is spread out on one of the queen beds. "What's going on?" he asks, looking at me quizzically.

"Your stupid ass brother decided it would be fun to punish me by wearing a silver necklace." I hiss, glaring in the elder brother's direction.

I can see Sam trying and failing to hold back a smile at our situation. I growl at him in the back of my throat and glare but somehow this just makes it worse and he starts laughing. I lean back and bump my head against the wall in annoyance.

"Oh-oh ho ho, that is hilarious!" Sam continues laughing, bending over slightly to lean on the desk chair next to him for support.

"Don't make me bite you..." I threaten hollowly, curling my lip back to show off my fangs. Sam smiles at me and rolls his eyes, knowing I mean no actual harm. He saunters into the room leaving me on the edge of it by myself.

"Find anything on our guy?" Dean asks, sitting up as Sam takes a seat on the bed across from him.

"Yeah, look at this, apparently, the last three houses he's sold have all had residual hauntings after he left. The most recent house that he sold- the new owners were found dead inside just seven weeks after moving in." Sam explains, handing Dean the article to read.

I take a few steps forward to look at it over his shoulder but without even looking up from the news paper my boyfriend lifts the silver pendant from his neck and holds it out toward me. I jolt backwards, almost tripping over my own feet in my attempt to get away.

"Dean!" I scold and Sam chuckles, shaking his head.

Dean doesn't acknowledge me so I huff and grab my jacket and the keys to the impala off one of the bedside tables and head for the door.

"You know what? Whatever! I'm going out. I'll be back when you can grow up." I spit bitterly over my shoulder before slamming the door behind me.

                                                                                  ~-----------------------~

I sway as I walk out of the bar into the cool fall night. I had been holed up in there for the last two hours, needing somewhere to go once I had finished hunting for the night but I was still avoiding going back to the hotel so this place just down the street a ways was the next best thing.

I might be slightly drunk, definitely very tipsy.

I know I shouldn't drive myself home. I refuse to call Dean but I contemplate calling Sam. I lean up against the Impala and pull out my phone. I am searching through my contacts for the one I need when four men walk out of the bar. Normally I am very cautious in these types of situations but my muddled brain barely registered the presence of the men until one of them speaks.

"Hey, you, Vamp! What'dya think you're doing in our town you monster!"

My attention jerks from my phone to the group of men I see standing merely 12 feet from me. A rush of adrenaline helps me to sober up as I realize that I am in danger.

I look around for a way out but I am backed up against the car and I can now see that the men have weapons.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." I say quietly; stalling as I press the call button and wait for Sam to pick up.

"Bullshit! We saw you hunting in the woods, we followed you here so we could kill you freak!" another man taunts.

They are definitely locals. They all have beards and accents to match the cliche that this town strictly adheres to.

"Please-I don't-I'm not going to hurt anyone!" I say, trying to reason with them before things get bad. They keep approaching me with their guns pointed at my head and heart. One of them menacingly swings a silver chain.

"Hello?" I hear the familiar voice coming from the speaker of my phone. Hope and relief shock my nerves but I ignore the call so as not to draw attention to it.

"You're lying you bitch! You're dangerous. You have to be dealt with."

"Y/N? What's going on?! Are you alright?"

"No please, I'm not what you think I am! I'm not one of them!" I continue to argue. I spot an opening between two of the men and hesitate only a second before I go for it. I lunge forward, my inhuman speed getting me just past them before they can respond. I am running down the road, desperately trying to get away.

"Sam!" I shout into the receiver "Help! They're trying to kill me!"

Just then I am struck painfully. I fall to the pavement and scream as the silver burns my skin. The phone skids from my hand but I can hear Sammy's panicked voice on the other end. I groan and crawl forward, trying to reach the phone. I yelp in pain as one of the men stomps down on my back, pushing me to the ground.

"I'm at the bar, Sam! Hurry!" I shout just before another one of the group stomps his foot onto my phone, effectively breaking the device. I pray to God that Sam heard me, that I will be saved.

"Your kind can't save you now." the man standing on my back cackles. The chain is released again to whip me full force. I scream and try with everything in me to move away from the source of the pain. I can smell my own charred flesh. I can feel bruises forming in large areas on my body. Everything in me aches.

"PLEASE STOP!" I scream. The men just continue to laugh and taunt me. The asshole on top of me releases the pressure from his boot and someone kicks me in the side, forcing me to roll over. They lean down over me, their breath revolting and beards unkempt. I hate the thought that after all I've been through, all I've survived, these hicks are going to be the ones to claim my life. I hate that the last time I saw Dean I forgot to tell him how much I love him.

Tears are falling in rivers down my hot cheeks. I am sure it is no use so I will no longer beg these pathetic creatures for my life.

"Fuck you" I whisper. This causes the shortest of the group-seemingly the ringleader-to lean down right in my face. "What did you say you bitch?" he asks lowly, threateningly. But I have made up my mind to no longer be scared. Chances are the boys won't get here in time but if I'm going down tonight I sure as hell am not going down without a fight.

"I said...Fuck. You."

With that I spit in the mans face and he stumbles back a bit. I lean forward on my haunches and grab him behind the ears, pulling his unprotected neck towards me and sinking my teeth into it. He howls in pain. I toss him aside and leap to my feet as fast as my worn body will allow. I turn on my heel to face the group and see them all staring between me and their buddy in shock.

I am panting and every muscle in my body roars with pain but I still glare defiantly at the men. "Come at me." I challenge, curling my lip into a snarl and showing off my blood stained teeth.

That seems to break them from their shock and two guns click and refocus onto me. I just then realize how stupid of a plan this is. I am frozen with nowhere to go as I wait for the silver bullets to burst from their chambers and pierce my flesh. Just then my ears catch the sound of a hastily speeding car, it's tires screeching on the pavement as it comes to a sudden halt. It takes me a split second to figure out who it is and then my entire body practically goes limp with relief.  The stolen car's engine still rumbles as the doors open and immediately the Winchester boys begin shooting.

My attackers try to run for cover against the plethora of bullets coming at them but are laid out on the ground before they even know what hit 'em. I exhale heavily with relief and jog over to my rescuers. I hug Sammy first.

"Thank you for coming." I whisper as he hugs me back tightly, enveloping me in the warmth and safety that is unique to the relationship between a brother and his sister.

"Of course!" he answers. He pulls back, to get a good look at me and his eyes widen with concern when he sees one of the marks from the chain on my shoulder. "Are you alright? I heard screaming over the phone!" I shake my head at his question "They burned me." I say, wincing and turning around so the duo can see the tears in my t-shirt and the puffy skin underneath.

When I turn back around the pained expression on Dean's face does not go unnoticed by me. I walk over to him and put my dirty hands on his rough cheeks. "I'm so sorry Dean, for everything. I didn't mean to hurt you and-" "Shh, it's ok" he tells me, attempting to pull me into an embrace but I wiggle away from his hold and forge on. "No, no it's not. When I was the most scared all I could think about was how much I hoped you knew I love you. Because I love you so fucking much Dean Winchester." I explain, really, really needing him to know this.

His expression softens even more if that's possible and he grabs my own face in his hands.

"I love you too, Y/N. And I don't know what I would do if something ever happened to you. I'm sorry I pushed you away. I was just jealous and angry. Can you forgive me?" he begs, his voice the gentlest I've ever heard it.

I laugh breezily, "Of course!" I lean in closer so that my lips are only inches from his. I look up into his bright, mossy green eyes through my eyelashes and smile. "Just...don't ever make me stay away again."

[mystic-scripture]

What other fics are you looking forward to that you haven't mentioned? -R and R

I was so mad because I went to answer this last night and accidentally closed out the page when I was halfway through them!! T~T So! 

Here goes attempt two on that venture. So I have a few, some of them are really old stories I wrote pre-tumblr that I want to write again/ redo. Some are entirely new and I can’t get them out of my head. 

 Mystic’s Evergrowing List of OCs (which will be a gifset soon, as well as plot bunnies) 

1. Andrea Wilson in  Redemption By Earth (The 100 Bellamy, x Oc) 

Andy was a pain in the ass who had a penchant for getting herself caught up in various pranks and shenanigans throughout the Ark. She also was known as her dad’s perfect student and learned everything she could about surviving anything. Wanting to follow in her dad’s footsteps, she works towards becoming a member of the guard, and even makes it to some of the final steps towards getting the training. Then she is arrested after she is drugged and framed for the murders of two other members of the guard. Her mother doctors adjusted her documents and bought her more time. Granted, she was stuck in solitary, but she was still alive, and then she is put on the ground with 99 other teenagers and a stowaway adult. 

All the training her dad gave her, and now it would all be put to the test. 

2. Zamora Singer in An Untitled Supernatural Project (Dean x Oc) 

Her original summary*: 

Zoe’s only memories of normalcy burned the night her mother died in the nursery of her younger sister. Then her dad joined up with an old Marine buddy a few weekends down who fell under the same circumstances. It was a rebirth for the Singer and Winchester families. When Sydney and Sam run away to school, Dean and Zoe work together on and off while John and Benjamin did the same. Then they didn’t hear from them. So it was time to bring both families together and figure out what the hell was causing the common thread between them. 

3. Rachel Dawes in An Untitled Supernatural Project (Sam x Oc)

Her Original Summary*: 

Rachel Dawes was a country girl who didn’t have a Daddy, the remains of him  his beat up old car in the shed. When she was sixteen, and trying to run away from home, she found his journal and old hunting notes. Little did she know that the woman who raised her was a stepmother and that she had a far more sinister background that she thought. It certainly explained how she was always able to read people so well. 

*so the reason I say original summaries is because these are from old stories I was co-writing with people that I have since been unable to write with. But I really love the characters and want to have them be partners.

4. Lillian Greenly in Not Your Average Lass (Boondock Saints Murphy x oc x Conner love Triangle) 

Lillian is born and bred Boston Irish. She went to church, she went to work and she was respectful to her brother after their parents moved back home. She spent her nights hanging out with her favorite Twins and their Italian Package Boy (well…man, he was too old to be called a boy anymore) at their local bar where she occasionally helped as a bar back. Then came that fateful Saint Patrick’s day that had them getting on the wrong side of the Russian. Lilly wasn’t surprised by much, but when she is given a message from God to become a Vigilante with her boyfriend and best friend, that throws her for a loop. Still, she answers the call. Little did she know that she also would learn about the divine intervention that would enter her love life. 

5. Emily Hendrickson in Just Passing Through (Haven, Duke x Oc)

Emily was a pain in the ass, plain and simple. She finds out she has these powers, or ‘trouble’, as her family called it, and she became even more of a pain. Stealing, pranks, and smuggling goods to and fro, you name it. Her best friend didn’t help with this, so after a few years,she decides to try and get out of the life. She goes on a hunt for her missing dad, but what she finds sends her right back to her childhood ways, only this time, she knew what she was doing, and the troubles were back. 

6.  Natalia Petrova - The One Exception (The Boys, Frenchie x Oc)

Talia found Billy Butcher at a time where their hatred for Supes was matched, sometimes even contested. Having lost her brother to their Compound in an attempt to be the runner of The Seven, she worked with Mallory to find work towards a common goal ;Tear down the pedestal Vought put their heroes on. Expose their lies of being Divinely chosen, of being the best humans that exsisted all of it. Then she and Frenchie mess up, and their handler suffers for it.  After their failure with Mallory’s family, Talia undergoes a personal mission after Vought herself.

 Little did she know she was going to play into Homelander’s secret plot and become the thing she hated most with some stupid Genetic Marker that she shared with her Twin. Barely Escaping from his plan, she finds her ringleader, doing the best she can to hide her secret. Everything she believes in is put to the test when they agree to help Hughie, and she is forced to face the mistakes of her past n order to finally avenge her brother. Afterall, not all Superheroes are created equal, and every Villain thinks they’re the hero

7. Ace/ Sophia  in The Replacement (6 Underground, Billy/Four x Oc)

Sophia was One’s ace in the hole when he came to his little band of misfits, a sort of insurance for the risks that he may or may not have assessed properly. Geared with Photokinetic Reflexes and an Eidetic Memory, she is paired with each member of the team to learn their skills so she can slide into whatever Position was needed. This goes without a Hitch with the CIA spook, the hitman, and even the Doctor. The Driver she was friendly with, but still professional. No, the problem came with the fourth member, the Skywalker. It’s thanks to him that she learns how to run freely through more than just car chases and escape routes. Hiding their connection from the others, the pair must come to terms with what they want more, their purpose in the team, or each other. Oh, not to mention that the whole reason the team is together in the first place is to start a Coup in Turgistan. 

8. Genevieve Marks - Untitled Lost in Space Project (Don x Oc)

He was the Schemer, she got everything done, Marks and West were your go to team to get whatever you wanted to the colonies. You needed something fixed on the Resolute? Done, they needed to earn honest money somehow. Then Gen is selected to stay on Alpha Centauri and settle in the colony. Making plans to set up shop while the opportunity presented itself. The team is met with a new challenge when a Doctor who claims to be someone she isn’t highjakcks their Jupiter, and they crash. Now, they have to navigate their way on a new planet, all the while trying to avoid the bitch. Oh, and they’re also raising a Chicken together- Which trust me, was the last thing Gen would expect. 

9.  Jenna Miller - Untiltled Triple Frontier Project (Ironhead x Oc )

There is not a lot here…not much of a plot, or a FC, but she is Ironhead’s Wife and puts herself into the situation to stop her Husband and his friends form killing themselves in the name of one final mission. She runs Communications and Drone Surveillance.

So..yeah sorry for the long post! 

[kittyandlarissa-blog]

The Dark Side of the ‘Nu

Spooky season is here and almost gone—and what can be scarier than one of the world’s best-loved and most-confirmed Good Men showing off his bad side? We’re talking, of course, about Keanu Reeves!

Wait, stop screaming! No need to race to your nearest tweet machine to see if he’s been cancelled! He definitely hasn’t! We just want to shine a light on the man’s dark side...on screen.  

“Villains have such great passion, and it’s uncomplicated,” Keanu said in his Meet the Filmmaker event for Man of Tai Chifor Apple in 2013. “The protagonist is always like ‘I don’t know...maybe...I’m searching...I’ve gotta figure it out.’ That’s why the villains get all the great lines where it’s like ‘Hey. Dummy.’”

So hey, dummies. Though Keanu is often the heroes of our hearts and devices, we thought pumpkin spice time would be the right time to take a hearty sip of some of Keanu’s bad guy roles.Try these five on for size.

THE DREAM, THE BAD BATCH (2016)

8Evil wears a silk robe and a mustache in this slow, trippy, post-apocalyptic nightmare. Keanu’s chill-villainous DJ, “The Dream”, to get girls to sell their souls to him in exchange for a comfortable life and all the instant ramen they can eat.

DON JOHN, MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING (1993)

Keanu brings new meaning to the phrase “hot pants” as Don John, the bearded (!) devil prince of pouting hellbent on breaking up all the fun he can’t have out of sheer jealousy and spite. This Shakespearean mainstay ALSO features Denzel Washington and Emma Thompson. A plain-dealing villain--and a damn fine one.

DONNIE BARKSDALE, THE GIFT (2000)

Keanu plays a bit of backwoods rough who hates witches, women, and Cate Blanchett narc-ing on him for doing crimes. Keanu turns in a very nuanced and chilling performance in this supernatural thriller, written by Tom Epperson and Billy Bob Thornton (based in part on his mother’s experiences), directed by Sam Raimi, and featuring an all-star cast.

DONAKA MARK, MAN OF TAI CHI (2013)

Some might call a bloodthirsty ringleader of underground death matches hellbent on profiting from and corrupting the souls of the naïve and desperate “a bad guy.” Others still might call him “eventually pwned by Tiger Chen.” Fun fact: this film marks Keanu’s directorial debut, and first major collaboration with Tiger Chen since their work together on The Matrix movies.

KEANU REEVES, ALWAYS BE MY MAYBE (2019)

“I dare Marcus to strike me.” Them’s fighting words, and Keanu’s cameo in this rom-com comes right before one of the goofiest, snit-fit fight sequences ever committed to film--and right before the most hilarious dinner scene. Watch and, like Randall Park, you might want to punch Keanu Reeves, too!

ABOUT THE AUTHORS: Larissa Zageris and Kitty Curran are a creative dream team. Their latest book, For Your Consideration: Keanu Reeves is out October 15 from Quirk Books. They live in Chicago and they love Keanu Reeves.

Get the book: https://www.quirkbooks.com/book/your-consideration-keanu-reeves#

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Celaena meets Dorian and Chaol in Assassins blade!!!!!

I hope I’m the only one that hasn’t noticed this but Celaena basically flirts with Dorian in ASSASSINS BLADE!!!

Page 282-283

Masked strangers enters the party Celaena and Sam are attending.

One is described as a “dark haired youth” the “ringleader” the “fine clothes and the masked marked them as nobility... gods above, even with the masks obscuring half of his features, he was handsome” and he had “sapphire eyes” 💙👁👀💍💎 this guy is obviously DORIAN.

Another masked stranger had a “sword” with “tense shoulders” and has “bronze eyes”🗡⚔️👀👁 sound familiar? COUGH* Chaol COUGH*

And the end of the encounter is of Sam, cock blocking MYSTERIOUS Dorian from making a move.

How did I not notice this!!!!!!! SJM you are sooo great at writing!!!! I’m soo excited for KINGDOM OF ASH!!!!!

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*Halloween* I Lost A Bet To A Guy In A Top Hat. (Josh Dun x Reader)

Request: a user on Wattpad : ‘5. Corn Maze. Josh Dun X Reader. So Josh, Tyler and the reader dress up as things from Panic!. Tyler is the Ringleader/Brendon Urie from Sins, Josh is Brendon from the ballad of Mona Lisa, and the reader is the demon from emperors new clothes. They bet whoever finds the center first, (which is marked by a chalk X) and the three split up and go into the maze and the reader and josh eventually find each other. I don’t know how they get into this situation, but they kiss and some panic! fan sees them and screams, “ GUYS BRENDON IS KISSING HIMSELF!” Yeah if you would do that for meh, that would be snazzy!’

Prompt 5: Corn field/maze

“A corn maze?” you cocked an eyebrow in skepticism as you got your costume ready. “Really, Tyler?”

“Yeah!” he spoke into the phone, giving Josh a thumbs-up in approval of the costume he was trying on: ‘Mona Lisa Brendon’. The three of you thought it would be cute to coordinate your costumes this year, and eventually decided on going as the different eras of Panic!. Well, eras of Brendon, if you’re being technical. “There’s this really big one not too far out of town that I’ve been waiting to visit for a while.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you opened your closet and reached to the top to grab the supplies you needed to turn yourself into 'Demon Brendon’, letting out an 'off’ when one of the packets fell onto your head. “I mean,” you continued, rubbing your scalp, “wondering aimlessly through rows upon rows of tall plants with no idea whatsoever about where we’re going sounds very anxiety-inducing, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask you,” he sassed and you rolled your eyes. “Just come. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, that’s what you always say. And surprisingly, most of the time, it is not fun.”

“Most of the time,” he pointed out, a smirk playing on his lips. “What if this is one of those times where it is fun, and you’re gonna miss out on it?”

You ran your tongue over your teeth and narrowed your eyes. “I hate you.”

“Love you too. We’ll pick you up at 7,” he blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up, leaving you to turn yourself into a demon.

~

“Wow,” Josh said in amazement, his eyes widening in awe as he looked around at the maze, “This place is huge.“ 

You nodded in agreement as you gazed out at the enormous field.

"Pretty impressive, huh?” Tyler sidled up to the two of you, having just payed.

“Not exactly the word I would use,” you chimed, “but yeah, sure.”

Tyler made a face at you while Josh turned to him. “So, where do we start?”

“I start over here,” Tyler pointed at an opening a few steps away from him, “you start over there,” he pointed at another opening further down the line, “and (Y/N), you start all the way over there.”

“Hey, woah, woah, woah, hey,” you stepped towards Tyler, frowning, “Are you telling me we’re not all doing this stupid thing together?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he gave you a sly smile, “It’s a competition. Whoever reaches the center with the big 'X’ first, wins. Didn’t I mention that?”

“No!” you yelled, “No, you did not!”

“Oh. Oops.”

You let out a low growl, making Tyler chuckle and Josh place a hand on your shoulder in an effort to calm you down. “There’s no way in this life or the next that I’m going in there alone,” you linked your arm with Josh’s, “I’m going with Josh.”

“Okay, first of all,” Tyler pointed a finger at you, “get your own fren. Second, you can’t partner up. It’s against the rules.” He turned his nose up into the air.

“What rules?”

“The rules that I made up two minutes ago.”

Groaning, you stomped a foot on the ground. “I’m not going in there alone.”

“Not even if we,” he tapped a finger on his chin in mock contemplation before shrugging, “I don’t know… Bet on it?”

You gasped, narrowing your eyes at the older boy while he simply cackled evilly. “You wouldn’t.”

“(Y/N)….”

“Tyler, please don’t.” He knew you never stood down from a bet, so to do this was pure evil.

“I bet you that you can’t reach the center before either Josh or myself.”

Josh kept his tongue, watching the exchange between you and Tyler with bated breath, his head moving from one of you to the other as if he was watching a tennis match. He wanted to say something, but he was too scared of pissing either of you off.

You gasped, frowning at Tyler as he raised an eyebrow, challenging you.

“What’s it gonna be, (Y/L/N)?” he cocked his head.

“You’re going down, Joseph.”

~

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you scolded yourself as you pushed your way through the hanging leaves of the corn, cursing as you stumbled over a rock in the path for what seemed to be the fifth time. “Well done, (Y/N). Good job. Yeah, just go ahead and make a stupid bet with a stupid bean without thinking of the consequences first.”

“Uh, are you okay?" 

You whipped your head around, and you were met with two pairs of wide eyes, full of concern. Two girls, one dressed as Sam Winchester and the other as Dean, were watching you with a worried expression; it was then that you realised that talking to yourself while stumbling around a corn maze probably wasn’t what a sane - or at least a sober - person would do. 

"I’m not crazy,” you reassured them, and they nodded slowly, “or drunk. But I am pissed at myself for agreeing to this, because I’m really lost and I don’t know what to do.” Your breathing got heavier as you started to have a mini freak-out.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” the girl dressed as Sam stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “We can show you the way out. We’ll even go with you, if you want.”

You shook your head violently. “No! No, I have to win! There’s no way I’m letting Tyler have the satisfaction of me giving up.”

“Wait a minute,” the Dean narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to the side while she studied your face, no doubt trying to picture what you looked like without all the demon make-up. When it finally hit her, her face lit up. “Oh! You’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! You’re friends with Tyler and Josh.”

“Oh my god,” Sam muttered as she gaped at you. 

“Well, that’s not exactly a true statement. I’m friends with Josh. I hate Tyler.” The girls sniggered. “I’m not joking!” you insisted, “He’s the reason I’m in this situation. He’s such an idiot; I told him this wasn’t good for my health, but did he listen? Noooo. I mean, a slightly confined space, at night, with no definitive way of getting out… this is the worst! I have anxiety, you know!”

“Me too!” both of the girls perked up in unison, and you chuckled. 

“Both of you?” you raised an amused eyebrow.

“Yeah. We’re basically the same person,” Dean shrugged. 

“It’s quite scary sometimes, actually,” Sam nodded in agreement. “We even have the same name.”

“Which is?”

“Alex,” Sam answered, “But she goes as 'Visser’ - it’s her last name - ,” she pointed at Dean, who waved, “And I go as 'Lex’.”

“Nice to meet you, Visser and Lex,” you smiled at the girls. “Would you girls be interested in helping me crush Tyler, by any chance?”

They shared a look before turning to you and smirking evilly. “Absolutely.”

~

You tapped your foot on the ground along to the melody in your head as you stood and waited for the girls to get back from their little expedition. 

Hearing two pairs of footsteps fast approaching, you straightened up and sure enough, the girls came running over. 

“Okay,” Visser panted, waving a piece of paper in the air, “I got a map of the maze, complete with extra direction annotation.”

“How did you even manage to get this?” you asked as you took the paper, in awe of her abilities. The workers usually keep the map under lock and key. 

“I had a little help,” she smiled coyly, readjusting her t-shirt. 

You laughed incredulously as Lex tsked. “Anything with a pulse,” she quipped, patting Visser on the hip.

“I found Tyler,” Lex announced, and you clapped your hands happily as she pulled out her phone, opening the tracking app, “I’m also tracking him as we speak.”

“Wh-HOW?” you spluttered. 

“I asked if I could have a hug and then I slipped my second phone into his pocket.”

“You’re amazing,” you marvelled, and she bowed her head, “But why do you have two phones?”

“Long story,” she waved a hand dismissively, eyes glued to her phone’s screen, “Tyler isn’t moving that fast.”

“Cocky bitch probably thinks I’m lost and he has all the time in the world,” you snarled, crossing your arms. “I mean, he’s right, but still.”

“Ah,” Visser raised a finger, pointed it at the map and smiled, “he was right. Now, he’s just stupid.”

~

Josh leisurely strolled his way through the maze; he knew that the competition was in actual fact only between you and Tyler, so he wasn’t making too much of an effort to reach the middle any time soon. 

He rounded another corner, ducking under some plants as his thoughts drifted to you. He knew how bad your anxiety could get, and because he suffered from it himself, he was often the only one who was able to calm you down when you had a pretty bad case. His stomach dropped at the thought of you having an anxiety attack while getting lost somewhere in the maze, and he gulped when he realised that if that did happen, he wouldn’t be there to help you through it. 

He suddenly felt achingly angry at himself for allowing you to go in alone; he should’ve told Tyler off and just gone with you when you wanted him to. 

Stopping in his tracks, he furrowed his eyebrows while he thought, eventually deciding on trying to find you instead of trying to get to the middle of the stupid maze. 

Josh loved you, and if anything happened to you while he wasn’t there, he’d never forgive himself.

~

With the help offered by the map and your two new friends, you were able to navigate your way through the maze quite easily, and you were sure that you would reach the centre in no time. 

“And then we take a…” Visser glanced down at the map, “right, here.”

Right when the three of you rounded the corner, Lex’s phone rang. 

“Oh,” she said, pulling it out of her pocket and checking the caller ID, “I have to take this, it’s my mom.”

“That reminds me,” Visser piped up, pulling out her phone too, “I have to check in with my parents too.”

“(Y/N), the centre shouldn’t be too far from here. You should keep moving if you wanna beat Tyler. We’ll find you when we’re done here,” Lex said, before stepping to the side and answering the call. 

“Are you gonna be fine on your own?” Visser asked worriedly as she handed the map to you.

You nodded. “Yeah, like Lex said – the centre isn’t too far from here. I’m sure I can manage.”

~

“Shouldn’t have gone off. Should’ve just waited for the girls,” you whispered to yourself as you apprehensively took small steps through the maze.

You’d gotten lost again – despite having a guided map. You weren’t sure where you went wrong, and when you tried to retrace your steps, it only made things worse.

The moon was beginning to disappear behind a bunch of thin wisps of cloud, and it had taken any surety you had about getting out of this place with it.

After about five more minutes of aimless wondering, you swallowed your pride and decided to call Tyler to tell him that the bet was off, and demand that he find you and take you home. But in a sick twist of fate, when you reached for your phone, you saw that the battery had died.

That did it.

From the moment you’d set foot in this godforsaken maze, your anxiety had flared up and it only increased more and more with each passing second you were stuck between the corn rows. You’d managed to fare pretty well, considering the consequences, and had so far managed to avoid an anxiety attack, but the moment you’d realise that you were essentially stranded – lost in a 15 acre maze with your only means of communication in non-working order – you slowly started slipping into that all-too-familiar state of panic.

Your body began to feel tingly; it was as if ice was running through your veins. Your head spun from dizziness, your chest contracted and your knees gave out, dropping you to the ground with a dull thud. Gazing up at the sky, your vision started to become spotty, and you couldn’t see straight. Every muscle in your body was screaming at you to move – to run – but of course, you couldn’t. You wanted to cry out for help. You wanted to cry out for Josh. But your voice caught in your throat, and all that escaped was a hoarse whimper.

Shallow breathing.

Heart racing.

Total panic.

“(Y/N)?”

You heard your name being called; it sounded like Josh, but you weren’t sure whether or not your brain was just playing tricks on you.

“(Y/N)!”

The voice was clearer this time, a tone of fear and the sound of fast-paced footsteps accompanying it.

The next thing you knew, Josh had taken you into his embrace, holding you as close to his body as possible and whispered soothingly into your ear.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here. Just breathe, beautiful.”

Your tense muscles relaxed tremendously, and you tried as best you could to regulate your breathing, using the rise and fall of Josh’s chest as a guide.

After a minute, your breathing had slowed down but it still wasn’t at a normal rate.

“(Y/N),” Josh gently took one of your hands in his and squeezed, while he hugged you closer, pushing your head into his chest over his heart, so that you could hear his heartbeat, “listen. Just listen. I’m here.”

Soon enough, after listening to Josh’s heartbeat while he whispered reassuringly in your ear, you were able to overcome the attack, and you were now ‘back to normal’ albeit still clutching onto Josh as if he was your lifeline. Which, in a way, you suppose he was.

Josh pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “You okay, beautiful?” he murmured against his skin.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed, sighing into his chest and shutting your eyes tightly. “Because of you. Again.” He smiled. “I seriously need to learn how to get over these things by myself; you’re not always going to be there to help me through it,” you frowned.

“What do you mean?” he returned your frown, “I’m always gonna be there for you. Forever.”

“Not always in person, though,” you chuckled.

“Well, I mean, there are ways that we could change that,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Like how?”

“Like this.”

The next thing you knew, he had slammed his lips to yours and nearly knocked all wind from your lungs.

He kissed you and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words could never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek. You ran your fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between the two of you and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest.

“LOOK!” Visser gasped, pointing at you and Josh with a shocked face, “BRENDON IS KISSING HIMSELF!”

You and Josh grudgingly pulled apart, turning to face the intrusive voice.

“VISSER SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT! YOU’RE RUINING THE MOMENT!” Lex scolded, hitting her best friend across the arm.

“I know and I’m sorry but come on, Brendon is kissing Brendon! This is gonna break the internet!” she exclaimed, snapping a few pics.

“I’m so sorry,” Lex apologised, mortified by her friend’s awful behaviour. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t post anything. Oh, and congrats! You two are adorable!”

“Wait,” you called after them as they started to walk away, “give me your numbers. You were a major help tonight; the least I can do is score you some tickets to see Fall Out Boy or something. You like them, right?”

“We fucking love them!” Visser beamed, as they both rushed forward to exchange numbers with you.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” Lex said sincerely, “You’re amazing.”

“Right back at ya,” you shot the girls a wink and waved at them as they walked off.

Shortly after they left, Josh’s phone went off with a text notification. He opened it, and you both sighed; it was a selfie of Tyler – a smug smirk on his face while he stood on the centre of the ‘X’.

Josh turned to you with a sad look. “I’m sorry you lost, (Y/N).”

“Don’t be,” you giggled, “I got to kiss you. I’m the real winner, here.”

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Thank you for reading x

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Just Another Runaway?

Parings: Circus!Egos x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Youtuber Egos (Mark, Jack, and Nate)

Warning: Vague mention of abuse

A/N: Hello! I deleted the original work I had because I wanted to change a few things. I hope you all like this new Introduction to this Circus series! The lovely aesthetic I’ll be using for this intro is by the very talented @huffle-princess​! Thank you again for letting me use your aesthetics! Edited by @semiproeagle23​

           Life was never the greatest, you had to admit that. From the screaming, to the fights, the bruises, and tears. The only escape you had from what was supposed to be your home, was the local Gym. A little weird, but they had a gymnastics section in there and that’s where you loved to go.

Your best friend since childhood, Stretch, is the owner's daughter. She goes to the same school you do. You two would always be at the Gym after school for a bit, and you’d always find the time to practice some moves and get a workout done with some of the other girls who were practicing. 

Though you would never really join in, you were more off to the side. 

Stretch would help you cover up bruises you had that were visible, but you could see it in her face that she was worried about you, though you always told her you were fine and pushed through it.

Those unspoken words you and her shared when she looked at the pain you were in always ended in you running away at the end of the day, but none were successful.

You made plans and sure you were careful to the tiniest detail, perfecting it after each attempt you took. 

Failure after failure, you never gave up. The first few times after being brought back home from the cops, you were yelled at, degraded. 

It took a couple more years, but once you turned 17, you decided to go through with your new plan you worked so hard on.

Packing up some things in your backpack, you made sure to take everything you needed. You went to school as normal, and hung out with your friends. You weren’t really paying attention to their conversation at lunch till you saw one of them pull out a flier out of her bag. 

“What’s that?” You looked over curiously at the piece of paper.

“Haven’t you heard? There’s a traveling Circus coming into town.” You shook your head and Sam smiled at you. “I heard this Circus only pops up for one week in the year.”

Meer rolled her eyes. “So what? You’re saying it like it’s supposed to be scary?”

“Well, it is. I heard each town this Circus goes to at least one kid from the town goes missing and they never see them again. They say the Circus is for the lost souls of the living.” Stretch made a face while making spooky noises.

The whole table burst into laughter. You pointed at the flier and asked.  “Where is it going to be?”

“In the middle of the woods two miles away from the abandoned train tracks.” Sam piped up in excitement.

“Wait, how do you know that?” Meer raised an eyebrow, looking confused at her friend.

“Jordan from science said he was in the woods this morning and he saw them set everything up.” Sam said as she took a bite of her food.

“Jordan?! You can’t believe everything that kid says.” Meer looked at Sam like she was joking.

“Why not?” Stretch asked as she slid the flier over to you when she saw you trying to look at it.

“The kid’s kinda weird, like not normal weird.” Meer made a face and took a sip of her juice. 

You rolled your eyes and carefully folded the flier, putting it in your bag. “Just because he’s really into science doesn’t make him weird. He just likes what he studies.” 

Standing up from the table and making your way to your next class, Stretch stopped you in the hallway. "Hey! Are we still going to the gym after school? You haven't been going the past week and the coach is starting to get worried."

Adjusting your backpack, you gave her a small smile. "Yeah, about that. I just haven't been feeling too well and haven’t been up to going to the gym."

"Is everything okay? (Y/n), your parents aren't-"

"No! No…they aren't, I just haven't been up to going lately. I'm sorry, I have to get to my class."

Right as you started to walk away, she grabbed your arm. "(Y/n), whatever it is you're going through, you can talk to me. You know that, right?"

You nodded and gave her a brighter smile. "Yeah, of course I know. I'll see you around, okay?" Taking back your arm, you headed off to your next class.

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Towards the end of the day, you had a free period for your last class, so you decided to go look through the school's library. Besides gymnastics, you always loved reading when you were actually home. Scary stories were what you loved to read. Sure, it was a bit childish, but you loved it because you would control the fear and how it affected you. 

Your eyes scanned the shelves of many horror novels, comics, and picture books. Though….you noticed one book in particular. It looked a little odd to the rest.

Picking it out, you saw the cover was faded. There were spots of brown and red, the spine was a bit torn, and the pages looked like they could crumble with the lightest touch.

Taking a look at the cover, the faintest words could be made out. "The Circus of Souls….I read that somewhere- no way…" Quickly taking the flier out of your bag, you put it side by side with the book. "They're the same…."

Gently opening the book, you saw drawings of a ringleader in the shadows with a wicked smile. In his hand held a cane with a small orb. His eyes were hidden by the top hat. What looked like red and black smoke surrounded him.

There were images of a magician in a mask with glowing potions in his hands, a man who seemed to be surrounded by purple smoke singing to a crowd. A mystic and dark fortune teller. A man in pink wearing a blindfold and holding knives. And a girl with glowing green eyes standing next to a tiger.

Every page had a story and specific person to it. Staring at the picture of the Ringleader, you were lost in thought when the last bell rang. You jumped as it brought you back to reality. 

Looking around and making sure no one was near, you placed the book and flier into your bag heading out of the school as fast as you could. 

Holding your bag close, you walked towards the woods, not looking back. You started walking the trail until you turned away from it. 

Carefully, you maneuvered your way through the trees and bushes, making your way to the abandoned train tracks.

Moving through a bush, you made it to the other side to where the track was. Looking around at the abandoned train cars, you sat at the edge of the tracks, taking out a water bottle from your backpack. You sighed after taking a sip, and looked up at the sky, seeing it was pretty cloudy out today. Tugging your jacket a bit closer to your body, you decided to explore the cars that were open.

You knew some homeless people used to live in them, but no one ever saw them around much anymore, so you figured it was safe. Climbing into one, you carefully took out your flashlight and looked around. It was mostly dusty and smelled of rotting food and rusted metal.

In the corner of your eye, you thought you saw black smoke outside of the car, but when you turned to it, it wasn't there. "Weird…" Jumping out of the car, you turned off your flashlight and took out the flier again. Examining it, you saw the picture of the Circus Ringleader. His eyes were, again, covered by his hat and what was supposed to be a charming smile actually looked malicious.

Taking a deep breath in, you turned around to see the black smoke just barely disappear again. You raised an eyebrow at this until you heard the faint sound of music. It was something you'd hear from a music box or a children's lullaby. 

Before you knew it, your feet were walking towards the distant sound. In your head, you were protesting, but it felt like something else was controlling your movement.

Squeezing through tight areas, climbing and jumping from car to car, you put good use into the years you'd taken gymnastics. Keeping your balance and heart rate at a steady pace, you felt like you were being watched with each move you made. 

With the music getting a little louder, you knew you were going the right way. After a while, you found yourself willingly going towards the music instead of fighting back. Curiosity grew with each step, knowing you were that much closer to seeing the source. 

Climbing up onto a tree, you hung onto one of the branches by your hands, carefully pulling yourself up to sit on the sturdy branch. In the distance, you saw it. The circus tents, the lights, the music….everything looked so inviting.

Deciding to stick with staying in the trees so you wouldn't be seen, you managed to swing from one branch to another.

As you got closer and closer, you sat on a branch a good distance away. Placing your bag on your, lap you took out the book and looked over at the tents. "This can't be real…" Opening the book again you saw the circus layout was exactly the same.

Flipping through the pages, you saw two acrobat and tightrope walkers. One was in a blue outfit and the other in a green matching outfit, both standing side by side. Flipping through the pages of story and art, something caught your eye. 

There was a drawing of four silhouettes, but it felt incomplete. Lightly brushing a finger over one, you thought your eyes were playing tricks when you saw golden specks appear when you did so.

Closing the book, you sighed as you put it away. You jumped a bit when you heard a twig snap from underneath you. Quickly putting a hand over your mouth and bringing your knees closer to you, you tried to hide as best as you could.

"Don't be such a frightened stranger. I'm not gonna hurt ya. But it's no use hiding when I already saw you up there."

Your heart dropped hearing that. The man's words meant no harm, but his tone told a different story. 

Glancing down at the figure below, you realized who it was. Carefully, you made your way down the tree and stood a good distance away from the man in the red suit.

“Well, what do we have here? A spectator?” He looked over at your bag and noticed how full it was. His smile grew, making him seem more intimidating. “Ah, just another runaway, I see.” Taking off his top hat, you saw his eyes for the first time. Piercing bright red eyes stared down at you as you took a step back. “Now, now….as I said before, no need to be afraid….yet, at least. Let me introduce myself.” He reached his hand out for you to shake. “My name is Phantom, I’m the ringleader of this Circus here, if you couldn’t tell already.”

Hesitantly, you shook his hand. A shiver ran down your spine when his cold hand touched yours. “N-Nice to meet you…” Taking your hand back, you immediately shoved it into your jacket pocket, surrounding it with warmth.

Phantom stood up straight again and placed his hat on his head. “Tell you what, kid, I’ll give you four free tickets to the Circus Of Souls. They’re valid for the whole week we’re here. You and three of your friends can have all the fun you’d like, my treat.” Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out four tickets. He smiled as he handed them to you. “You look like you could use a little fun in your life.”

Taking the tickets, you looked up at the man who now you know as Phantom. “There has to be a catch. You don’t just give tickets away like that…”

Phantom held his stomach as he laughed to himself. “Of course, everything has a price to pay. So what would you pay for happiness, then?”

“If I’m being honest….anything really…”

Phantom started to smile again, but you noticed it was the same wicked smile he had, like the picture in the book. “Anything….interesting.” He looked up at the sky for a moment before he heard someone shout by the big tent. “Well, looks like I have to go. You should get home before it gets dark. The woods are a scary place to be at night. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt now, would we. Go home, I’ll see you soon, (Y/n).”

As he turned away, you looked down at the tickets and looked confused because you never gave him your name….so how did he know it? Just as you looked back up to get his attention again, he was gone.

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Max Weber redefined charisma to describe leaders who are seen to possess exceptional, even superhuman powers that originate not from God but from human social dynamics.

Extracts from Nxivm Had a Cult Leader Made for the Internet HBO’s “The Vow,” the self-help organization’s ringleader Keith Raniere has the unhinged charisma of an internet meme.

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/09/14/arts/television/nxivm-internet-cult.htmlIn 

By Amanda Hess

New York Times   September 14, 2020

The word “charisma” originated as a purely religious idea, referring to divine powers ascribed to mortal beings. In the 1920s, Max Weber redefined the term to describe leaders who are seen to possess exceptional, even superhuman powers that originate not from God but from human social dynamics. Though “charisma” later came to also mean a pure personal charm, in the context of the charismatic cult it often presents as antisocial, narcissistic and sociopathic. Much of the work of the cult leader is to obscure himself from public view, outsourcing his charisma to his followers. Recent cultural representations of Charles Manson — including Quentin Tarantino’s “Once Upon a Time … in Hollywood” and Emma Cline’s fictionalized novel “The Girls” — sideline the leader himself, instead drawing out the appeal of the lithe young women who orbited him.

The endorsers of Keith Raniere (Nxivm) included television stars like Mack, deep-pocketed believers like the Seagram heiresses Sara and Clare Bronfman and affable, normal-seeming guys like Mark Vicente. Many of the women who joined Nxivm’s most alarming circle, the faux women’s empowerment group DOS, did not even know that Raniere was the ringleader behind its network of obedient “slaves.” They were unaware that DOS stood for “dominant over submissive” or that the initials “K.R.” were hidden in the obscure symbol they branded into their skin. They thought the group was built by and for women.

Raniere’s coercive activities were cloaked in the passions of his time. If the Manson Family of the 1960s took the form of a drugged-out hippie commune and the Branch Davidians of the 1990s represented a new religious sect with a libertarian appeal, Nxivm was a professional development company fused with the trappings of tech. Raniere’s lectures had the energy of a TED Talk, his women’s groups adopted the blandly feminist sheen of “Lean In” and his enforcement of extreme diets echoed the Silicon Valley obsession with “biohacking.”

The cult had echoes of Scientology’s pseudoscientific fixations, but razed of all the intergalactic religious business. It is a data-driven cult. Raniere claimed to have developed a “new mathematics” and called his manipulative techniques “the tech.” His network of female slaves was cloaked beneath what he presented as a highly rational and emotionally mature practice of polyamory. … Raniere’s flat affect only enhanced his worldview, elevating his pseudoscientific, faux-rational ideas over his followers’ own feelings, experiences and needs.

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A Knight in Feathery Armour

A/n: this is a one-shot I did a while back for SupernaturalImagine’s prompt “Imagine Gabriel pops in to say hello only to see you tied up by demons, and he smites them all in seconds.” Pairing: Gabriel/Reader Warnings: Some mention of torture

I’m slowly working on posting some of my favorite SPN fics I’ve written in the past onto here as well as my fanfiction.net and AO3 pages. Gabriel/Reader has a special place in my heart.

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It was stupid, really. More than stupid. It was practically textbook stupid. The boys were out at the morgue, looking at the victims and talking to the police about the attacks we’d been looking into, leaving me alone in the motel room to research and keep an eye out for anomalies. Someone—or something—had been stringing people up and torturing them, only to be found days later sliced up better than a country ham on Christmas. I’d been pretty sure it was demons. In fact, I was reasonably confident the whole thing was cut-and-dry. “Just in case” Sam had said. “We need to cover all of our bases before we jump to conclusions.”

Which was why I was stuck at the motel room with Sam’s laptop and a stack of old lore books I’d checked out from the local library earlier that day. I’d been looking for anything out-of-the-ordinary (which was ironic because what about my day-to-day life qualified as ‘ordinary’?) for at least two hours when I decided I deserved a break. Marking my page in the current book, I closed it and flopped down on my bed. Dean had lost the rock-paper-scissors and was stuck with the pull-out couch while I got the nicer motel bed. I hadn’t slept well in a few days and thought a nap was well within my rights. If the boys needed me, they would call. I was pretty sure nothing disastrous would take place in the hour I’d be away from the researching.

I was almost asleep when someone knocked on the door. I ignored it, hoping whoever it was would leave. No such luck. They knocked again. “Housekeeping” came from what sounded like a sixty-year old woman with a fifty-year old smoking habit. I ignored her again, assuming she’d eventually continue on her way. Instead, she started up a persistent stream of knocking and all I wanted was to sleep so ignoring my better judgment I got up and strode across the room. Throwing open the door I got out “Look, lady—” before her eyes flashed black and her three friends backed her up in the doorway, grinning like cats who’d caught a juicy mouse.

And that’s the story of how I ended up here. My hands tied together and subsequently to the frame of the bed. My ankles likewise bound together. Taken off-guard as I was, they’d easily overpowered me and had me strung up like a broken toy. They’d had fun breaking their toy. It’d been an hour and so far I had slices all over my face and neck, a fat lip and black eye from the initial struggle, my left shoulder was dislocated, I had a couple of bruised ribs and my right ankle might be broken. They’d shoved a dirty cloth in my mouth that muffled my screams, and they hadn’t even asked me for anything. It was pure pleasure for them. If there was any doubt in my mind that these were the sons of bitches we’d been looking for, it had long since evaporated.

“You’re the Winchester’s little bitch aren’t you?” the old woman hissed at me as she drew her blade across my stomach, leaving a trail of my blood in its wake. Two of them had shrunk back for reasons unknown to me. Boredom, perhaps? One of the goons was playing lookout at the door while the old hag—obviously the ringleader—had her fun with me. “Their surrogate little sister. Imagine the looks on their faces when they come back and find you all sliced up and rotting in a pool of your own blood and excrement. It’ll be delicious.” She emphasized the last word by pressing the heel of her palm down on my bruised ribs, causing a few more tears to stream down my cheeks. I was long past screaming. I was slowly coming to terms that I was going to die here. It would take a miracle to get out of this alive.

Wait. A miracle. Not exactly an act of God, but it was close enough. Cas didn’t have the juice to come get me out of this mess, but I knew one angel who did.

Hey, Gabe? If you could drop by and give me a hand or two, I’d be extremely grateful.

As an added incentive, I added on to my request:

Make it in the next thirty seconds and I’ll take you out for ice cream. My treat.

She was drawing her blade across an empty spot on my face when I heard the sound of someone with wings teleporting into the room. The old bitch was blocking my view, so all I heard was a few choice curses and sudden demonic screaming, followed by bright blue flashes of light. He took care of the goons, and by that time the woman had turned around to face whatever was attacking her and her men. She shrieked at him when she turned, and I could see his face. I had never seen such unmasked fury on Gabriel’s face. Knowing he was an archangel with the power of the Heavens made it that much more intimidating.

The old bitch didn’t quite get it until she glanced at her fellows, strewn about the floor with their eyes burned out of their heads. She looked back at him and his eyes flashed in anger. She opened her mouth to smoke out.

“ah ah ah..we can’t have that now,” Gabriel hissed at her and before she could vomit herself up he had his hand on her head and his eyes began to glow. Knowing what was coming, I closed mine. I heard a thunk and sudden, quick movement toward me. The gag was ripped from my mouth.

“(y/n)? (y/n) I need you to open your eyes, come on. Show me those beautiful eyes.” It was harder to open my eyes than I realized. Most of my body had gone numb and all I wanted was to sink into the darkness myself. I felt something pulling on my wrists and suddenly my arms were free and fell onto the mattress above my head, soon followed by the feeling of my ankles doing the same. Suddenly the strangest feeling overcame me. It felt like my entire body was glowing and weightless. There was a warmth that spread throughout me, and suddenly the numbing feeling was gone. I expected to be onslaught by pain—they had done a number on me—but there was none. Gradually, I opened my eyes to see warm hazels looking back at me with relief.

“There are those beautiful eyes,” he smiled as he helped me to sit up. “I patched you up nice and proper. You’ll be a little sore, but you’ll be back to your normal—”

In a rash moment of misplaced confidence and gratefulness, I reached up and kissed him. I felt him stiffen slightly in shock, so I pulled away quickly. Blushing, I mumbled an apology. He blinked at me a couple of times before smirking and kissing the apology from my lips. After a brief second of shock, I kissed him back. After a couple minutes we broke apart. He leaned his forehead against mine.

“I came here expecting ice cream, but I got something even sweeter. Imagine that.” I smiled and ducked my head onto his shoulder in embarrassment.

“Thank you, Gabe. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up.” I sobered up quickly at the thought. I felt like a damn fool. What kind of hunter was I to make such a rookie mistake and land myself in that situation? I could have died tonight, all thanks to my stupidity.

“You’re not stupid. Just human.”

I must have spoken out loud and not realized it.

“Nah,” Gabriel said as he tilted my chin up to look at him. “Angel, remember? I can hear whatever goes on in that pretty little noggin of yours whenever I please. Even without it being written all over your face.” He winked. I smiled and he leaned in again, only to be interrupted by the door swinging open into a dead demon and the sound of Dean Winchester’s “what the hell happened in here?”

“I think that’s my cue to leave. Even after everything we’ve been through I’m still not on their top 100 list of things-not-to-try-to-kill,” Gabriel whispered in my ear. The boys hadn’t noticed him yet, too busy taking in the carnage. He pecked my lips again and as he disappeared I heard his voice in my head say “rain check on that ice cream, sugar plum.” I smiled and turned to the boys, who were waiting in confused expectation. I sighed.

“It has been one hell of a night, gentlemen.”

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When the FBI Thought a High Priest of Satan Was Trying to Kill Ted Kennedy

POLITICO illustration with pictures from Deanne Fitzmaurice/Polaris and AP

David Gambacorta is a writer-at-large at the Philadelphia Inquirer. He has likewise written for Esquire, Longreads, The Ringer, The Baffler and The Marshall Task.

The FBI and Secret Service representatives made their method through the streets of San Francisco’s foggy Richmond District area, about 2 miles from the Golden Gate Bridge, toward a narrow Victorian house that looked like it had tumbled out of the shadows of Alfred Hitchcock’s creativity. The structure rose 2 floors to a dramatically angled roof; nearly every inch of the exterior had been painted the color of midnight.

The firms had actually spent the lion’s share of 2 weeks in October 1980 pursuing a case that had all the ingredients of a prospective media firestorm, one that could stimulate the nation’s most traumatic political memories. Now– on Halloween– their digging had led investigators here, to 6114 California Street.

It was called the Black Home, and stories about what went on behind its walls had actually been the topic of curiosity and speculation for more than a decade. The representatives climbed up a brick staircase, and knocked on the jet-black front door.

They were soon satisfied by a bald, middle-aged man with a goatee: Anton Szandor LaVey. LaVey, the high priest of the Church of Satan, was once rumored to have actually played a mystical function in the death of a previous Hollywood star.

A day previously, Senator Ted Kennedy had left San Francisco after marketing for President Jimmy Carter, whose basic election showdown with Ronald Reagan was inching better. It had been a long, tumultuous year for Kennedy, who was then in his late 40 s. He ‘d attempted to wrest the Democratic governmental election from Carter; when that bid failed, Kennedy resorted to playing the role of a great celebration soldier, summoning the remnants of his household’s old Camelot magic as he crisscrossed the nation to win over citizens for Carter.

Running for president had also awakened a worry that Kennedy had attempted to conceal even from his closest confidants: that he would be assassinated, just like his bros, President John F. Kennedy and Sen. Robert F. Kennedy. Anonymous tormentors had been sending out Ted Kennedy handwritten dangers considering that the late 1960 s. “Teddy has to die,” promised a note that was when mailed to his dad. The death threats only increased when Kennedy was on the project path in1980

What Kennedy, Shrum and a handful of other staffers didn’t understand was that a person early morning that October, teletype machines had actually clattered to life in FBI field workplaces across the nation with a fresh transmission, seven pages’ worth of new intelligence information. The bottom of the first page consisted of a plain message: “SENATOR EDWARD KENNEDY– VICTIM, CONGRESSIONAL ASSASSINATION STATUTE.”

An informant had actually called the FBI workplace in downtown Chicago and described that a plot to murder Kennedy was being set in motion. It’s a story that has actually never been told until now, a bizarre piece of history that ended up being public only when I discovered records of the examination that the FBI silently released in June in The Vault, the bureau’s online FOIA library. The files described a plan that apparently involved cash, drugs and the mob. And according to the informant, the ringleader– the male who supposedly desired Ted Kennedy dead– was none besides Anton LaVey.

Fourteen years previously, in the spring of 1966, the nation was marked by discontent and experimentation. It was a perfect environment for provocateurs, a fact that was not lost on LaVey, then a 36- year-old showman who declared he ‘d worked in the past as an occult private investigator and a performer in a traveling circus.

That April, he invented a brand-new role for himself, shaving his head and forming the Church of Satan. LaVey arranged his church around a philosophy of self-indulgence and excess– aptly mirroring the times– but still experimented with devil worship motifs, vamping in a cape, and using a bulbous ring that he declared could give little children their dreams. His Jaguar even had an individualized license plate: SATAN9. “Individuals like to have a hell of a time, do not they?” LaVey asked during an interview around that time with Joe Pyne, a syndicated talk program host.

P.T. Barnum had a circus tent, and LaVey had the Black House, where he kept a pet lion and performed routines. LaVey’s stagecraft attracted the attention of some Hollywood players, like Sammy Davis Jr. and the actress Jayne Mansfield, who was reported to have had an affair with LaVey. In one, Mansfield playfully clutches a skull while LaVey fans his cape out beside her, and in another, she prepares to drink from a chalice that he cradles in his hand.

The decade that followed shown to be a duration of transition– for both LaVey and Kennedy. LaVey cut back on his public performances, and started composing books that cashed in on the popular culture fascination with films like Rosemary’s Baby and The Exorcist “He had ended what he called the ‘stuffed rat and tombstone’ news protection which had mainly been released in guys’s publications,” explains Magus Peter Gilmore, the Church of Satan’s current high priest, in an e-mail. “He was now giving his time to more major conversations of his philosophy, beyond the flamboyant and creepy trappings which initially brought him attention.”

Throughout the country, on the other hand, Kennedy was wrestling behind the scenes with concerns about his political fate. Advocates had once expected him to get his killed siblings’ mantle and try for the White House, yet the 1972 and 1976 governmental races found Kennedy on the sidelines, incapacitated by the specter of his 1969 car crash in Chappaquiddick that resulted in the death of a traveler, Mary Jo Kopechne, and resulted in him pleading guilty to leaving the scene of a mishap.

But Kennedy’s hesitancy faded by the end of the years, and he was heartened by early surveys that showed Democratic voters would prefer him over Carter in a governmental main fight. “He was running for president because he really thought President Carter was not dealing with concerns that were important,” says Stuart Shapiro, a previous Kennedy senior staffer.

Running for the country’s highest workplace, however, increased the chances that Kennedy might end up being a target for some psychopathic potential assassin who might lurk, confidential and unnoticed, at a busy rally. It was no idle risk. In March 1980, a tipster in Charlotte, North Carolina, got in touch with the cops after overhearing a group of males in a cinema boasting that they planned to assassinate Kennedy in Pittsburgh, with some taken M-16 rifles. A project volunteer in Trenton, New Jersey, got a phone call from a man who vowed to assassinate the senator when he visited the city in May.

Aside from blurting, “They’re going to shoot my ass off the way they shot Bobby,” while on a congressional flight back from Alaska, Kennedy shied away from sharing his assassination fears with aides or family members. “I remember being in Iowa, and when we ‘d first go out there, the Secret Service would produce this huge space between him and the crowd,” Shrum tells me.

Independently, Kennedy sought out his physician and political advisor, Larry Horowitz, and handed him something important. “It was a letter my daddy had written to me at the start of his presidential campaign, in case he was assassinated,” Patrick Kennedy, his youngest kid, remembered in his 2015 book, A Typical Battle: An Individual Journey Through the Past and Future of Mental Health Problem and Dependency Kennedy took to calling Patrick from the road every night– his method of letting his adolescent kid know nothing bad had occurred.

The informant who contacted the FBI in 1980 stated he ‘d received a call, too, on October20 The caller had identified himself as LaVey, the informant claimed, and disclosed that he wanted the man’s help with a strategy to murder Ted Kennedy.

The FBI and the Secret Service knew two things for certain: LaVey still lived in San Francisco, and they needed to get a deal with on the case– and fast.

Detectives didn’t have to contend with Twitter or Facebook, digital echo chambers that years later on would make political discourse more toxic and develop ideal shipment systems for giants to share threats.

The FBI’s San Francisco workplace pulled records it had on LaVey dating back to the mid-’70 s, when a tipster informed the bureau that LaVey had actually bought pistols, a shotgun and a rifle. Other files revealed that LaVey had actually once allegedly been “interested” in signing up with the National Socialist White People’s Party, which had been known, in an earlier incarnation, as the American Nazi Celebration.

LaVey had no arrest history, however he ‘d been linked to a disaster once previously. His relationship with Mansfield had actually reportedly ended with LaVey’s putting a curse on Sam Brody, the actress’ attorney and partner, assuring that he ‘d pass away in a vehicle crash. The unlikely ramification– that LaVey accidentally caused Mansfield’s death– persisted long enough to fuel a 2017 documentary, Mansfield 66/67

The Chicago informant– whose identity is still being concealed by the FBI– informed representatives that he ‘d had supper once prior to with LaVey, who discussed to him the Church of Satan’s beliefs. When they supposedly reconnected by phone in 1980, LaVey informed the guy that he owed the high priest a favor. His alleged directions were simple: In a week approximately, the informant would receive a bundle, and he should transport it to a mob employer on the South Side of Chicago; the mob would, in turn, get Kennedy. After the phone call, the informant was checked out by a member of the Church of Satan, whose purpose “was particularly to talk about the satanic cult and the plot against Senator Kennedy,” according to FBI records.

The informant informed the FBI that LaVey was going to fly to Chicago on October 27, bring with him eight kgs of hashish and an unknown amount of cash. Taking no chances, the FBI, Secret Service and DEA sent out agents to O’Hare International Airport to obstruct flights from San Francisco and capture LaVey, like something out of Steven Spielberg’s Catch Me If You Can An attempt at keeping an eye on a phone call to LaVey also failed.

The Secret Service had polygraphed the informant prior to the fruitless airport search. “Outcomes were inconclusive,” private investigators kept in mind, “due to use of drug.” They continued. They had to discover LaVey. “I was a young representative when President Kennedy was eliminated, and [investigated] some leads on the case,” states Francis Mullen, who had risen to executive assistant director of the FBI by1980 “When Bobby was assassinated, I was in Los Angeles, collaborating some of the leads on that case. If a danger had actually been available in on the third brother, we ‘d need to take it seriously.”

A lady who responded to LaVey’s door informed them that he was traveling, and would not be back for numerous days. The investigators alerted her they had information that recommended “an attempt may be made on LaVey’s life,” according to the records. They encouraged the female to get a hold of LaVey and urge him to make himself available for an interview.

Kennedy’s Secret Service detail was kept in the loop about the potential danger, however it’s uncertain whether the senator was mindful of the examination. The FBI began to see disparities in his account.

Detectives returned to the Black Home a 2nd time, on Halloween. And this time, when the door opened, they came in person with LaVey. For several years, he had actually taken pleasure in toying with individuals’s imaginations, blurring the lines between efficiency and something darker. And now he was faced with no-nonsense federal representatives, and they weren’t in the mood to mess around.

For a guy who referred to himself as the “Black Pope,” the prestige of being linked to an FBI examination may have been a welcome advancement when he was very first seeking attention for his church. This older version of LaVey, however, decided to come right out with it: He had absolutely nothing to do with any assassination plot.

” LaVey advised that of any political authorities, he has the highest regard for Senator Kennedy and his family,” according to the FBI records. And LaVey could have compassion with the dangers that Kennedy typically received; he informed the representatives that he had actually been the victim of physical and spoken attacks because of his position in the Church of Satan.

LaVey examined his current phone messages, and saw that he ‘d received calls from the Chicago location on October 23 and October27 But he told the representatives that he didn’t know the identity of the caller and had not tried calling the number that had been left for him.

And after that LaVey shared some surprising news with the representatives: His function as the head of the church was all a charade. Most of the church’s fans, he stated, were “fanatics, cultists, and weirdos,” the records show. “[H] is interest in the Church of Satan is strictly from a financial point of view,” the agents kept in mind, “and spends the majority of his time providing interviews, writing material, and recently has ended up being thinking about photography.”

Satisfied that Kennedy’s life wasn’t in danger, the FBI and Secret Service returned their attention to their informant. If he had an explanation for why he bothered to send out the firms on a while goose chase in the first place, no agent bothered writing it down.

This wasn’t the last time that LaVey popped up on the FBI’s radar. In the late 1980 s, the bureau would examine a wave of accusations about kid sex abuse that was apparently linked to satantic churches, including LaVey’s, sustaining a so-called “Hellish Panic.” The accusations were never ever substantiated. “Our company has actually constantly been above-ground about its law-abiding beliefs and practices, so wild stories are generally seen to be precisely that– not having any basis in reality,” Gilmore, the current high priest, tells me.

LaVey died in 1997, and the Black House was later taken apart, replaced by a relatively generic-looking condo.

For Kennedy, the LaVey case– such as it was– was simply another strange subplot in a life filled with them, the expense of being a Kennedy and leading a public life. No threat ever proved worrisome sufficient to convince him to give up his Senate seat, which he held up until his death from glioblastoma in2009 “You either live your life or you don’t,” Shrum says. “And he chose to live his life.”

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