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thatsadbietch · 2 months ago

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The Pumpkin King is NOT Adorable

My first submission for this year's TickeTober! Hope you all enjoy!

“Ah, what a peculiar, perfect, pumpkin!” Jack Skellington exclaimed, holding the gourd in his boney hands with fascination and care. This would be the first Halloween the Valley would experience since Jack Skellington’s return, and you both were determined to make it the best it could possibly be. Which meant that planting, cultivating, and care-taking of pumpkins would be one of your priorities in the foreseeable future.

Fortunately for you, the Pumpkin King made himself available, and rather enthusiastically, to help whenever you needed.

The pumpkin in question did in fact look like a cookie-cutter image of a classic pumpkin; one you might see in a film or picture book, with no bruises or soft spots. Its vine even had a small curl and a leaf on it.

“It is a good-looking pumpkin, Jack!” you encouraged, carefully plucking another pumpkin from the row of vines and adding it to a cart. Most of them had turned out what most would call suitable for carving, which did not surprise you. With Jack’s help and dreamlight magic at your disposal, perfect Halloween pumpkins were all but assured, and with little wait time. However, it didn’t matter how many you harvested: Jack glowed in awe the entire time, and gave each individual pumpkin its own praise.

“It’s not merely good-looking, my dear friend. It’s perfect. I’ll carve this one and make it a truly terrifying masterpiece.” You were listening idly as you were working, but a case of deja vu crept up. You looked and watched as Jack rose from the ground to move the pumpkin over to his own pile. It seemed as though the pile he was keeping for himself was outgrowing the number of pumpkins moved to the cart.

“Jack,” you started, also standing with your hands on your hips, “you have to let the other residents carve these too, you know. We can always grow more.” Jack’s eye sockets wandered to his pile, then to the cart. And with the time closing in on the most important day of the year, he conceded.

“Oh, I suppose you’re right. It wouldn’t be in good spirit to have all the fun. But how will I ever choose which ones to give up?” you snickered, not realizing this would be such a dilemma. Jack noticed you were amused by his situation and narrowed his hollow gaze.

“This is no laughing matter, it's an important decision! We said this would be the best Halloween the Valley has had yet!”

“I’m sorry, Jack, I’m not laughing because of that,” your grin grew a bit, “you’re just the absolute icon of Halloween and all things terrifying, but you care so much about the Valley and its residents having a good time. I think it’s endearing.”

“Endearing?”

“Adorable, even.”

“Adorable?!”

Jack considered himself to be many things. The Pumpkin King, most obviously. The Czar of Halloween. Experimenter extraordinaire. He even briefly held the title of “Sandy Claws”... albeit that one was a little chaotic. But, endearing? Or adorable?? Absurd.

“What’s wrong with that?” you asked, looking at your friend as he contemplated your words.

“That can’t be! I’m the very antithesis of adorable! I am the bump in the night, the chill down your spine, the whisper in the wind!” You smiled, hiding yet another chuckle.

“And I don’t scare you?”

“I mean, you can. But most of the time? Not really, no. You’re my friend, and it’s hard to be afraid of you when you have such a good heart, Jack. I hope that makes sense.” Jack processed this briefly. He did suppose he would rather not scare you all the time if it meant his frightening features were all still light-hearted. That was a value of his, and one that even Halloween Town lived by: scaring for thrill and fun, never to be malicious.

“It does, my friend, I’m glad you feel that way,” he started. His features changed ever-so-slightly from touched to intimidating. “However…”

Suddenly, as if proving his point, you did feel a chill run down your spine as he stood to his full height and loomed over you. His arms were outstretched, and he shaped his boney fingers into claws, fingers twitching as if waiting for their owner’s command.

“Maybe I should remind you how scary I can actually be!”

He stepped forward, and you instinctively took a step back, and as luck would have it, you tripped on a pumpkin vine, falling on your backside. Your already towering skeletal friend seemed impossibly tall from your viewpoint, and he was closing in. You attempted to scramble away.

“Not… so… fast!” Jack bellowed, latching onto your ankle and dragging you closer. You shrieked, realizing you weren’t escaping.

“J-Jack, wait, what are you- JAHAHACK!” Without warning, his lanky skeletal fingers danced up and down your sides, not too unlike how a spider would crawl. You toppled over onto your back and continued to cackle wildly. You weren’t sure what his plan was, but if you had the capacity for hindsight at this moment it should have been clear. Jack would never hurt a fly, let alone his friends, and seemingly everyone in this Valley knew you were ticklish and even enjoyed it by the way you and certain other villagers played.

“Do I scare you noooow?” Jack drew out the question, focusing more now on playful skittering over your belly. Your cackles continued in a bubbly stream as you futilely tried to push his hands away.

“Nohohohot hahahardly!” you spat defiantly. He seemed amused, and laughed rather evilly as he dexterously avoided your attempt at stopping him.

“Eeehehehe! That’s fine, I’m only just beginning! But if you don’t think I’m scary now…” he swiftly took both your wrists in one hand and pulled them up over your head. His tone darkened but his wicked grin remained.

“... you will.” Instinct forced you to try to pull your arms down, but logically, you knew you were trapped with some of your most vulnerable places at his mercy.

“Silly human, thinking you could escape my clutches!” he teased, wiggling his boney fingers just above your ribs, very purposefully in plain view. You shuddered in anticipation, the phantom feeling of what was to come causing your breath to hitch.

“Jahahack, wahait!”

“Yeeeesss?” he asked, his grin widening as you struggled for composure.

“W-we can talk about this, right? You are the scariest person in the Valley, there’s no question!” You bardered.

“Hmmm… That is true,” Jack replied, using the same hand previously threatening to descend on your ribs to stroke his chin. You sighed, relishing in the reprieve of his teasing. Too early.

“That’s not the question, though! The question is if you think I’m scary.”

“I do!” You blurted, a little too eagerly. The Pumpkin King chuckled.

“You wouldn’t happen to be lying to get yourself out of this, would you, friend?” Ah, those wiggling, lanky fingers came twitching back, hovering over your underarm. You lost any sense of coherence you had gained in your short break.

“I-well, uhm, no, I do think you’re scary right now!”

“I’m sure you do. Let’s make sure you don’t forget anytime soon!” You babbled in protest, but it fell on deaf ears as those menacing fingers finally found the hollow of your underarm. They teetered and teased all around the tender area, eliciting at first an explosive shriek, then unhindered giggles.

“Jahahahack! Dohohon’t doho thahahat!” You squealed, trying again to free yourself from the skeletal monster’s grasp. He cackled evilly again at your futile attempts.

“Try all you might, little human, you can’t escape the Pumpkin King’s wrath!” He raked the tips of his fingers from your elbow to the bottom of your underarm, almost where your ribs started, and back up, repeating this process over and over again. It was such a light gesture, yet you had no control over the relentless giggling that continued to pour from you as your legs kicked out in vain. Jack melted a bit at the sight and sound of your unhindered self, knowing what he was witnessing was genuine, even if it took some persuasion on his part to draw this out.

“And you had the nerve to call me adorable. You could easily be one of my cutest victims, my dear friend,” Jack commented, deepening your already brilliant blush.

“Knohohhock it oohohohff, Jack! JAHAHACK!” Your bubbling cackles adopted a certain panic as Jack’s spider-like fingers crawled onto your ribs. Jack seemed pleased by the reaction, recognizing he’d stumbled upon an especially sensitive area.

“My, my, what have we here?” he asked, his more sinister expression and tone returning. “Such a different sound, yet I only ventured slightly downward. How curious. It would be a shame if a monster, one that could be regarded as truly frightening, would come across this. Wouldn’t that be dreadful?”

“Cohohohomplehehetly drehehadful!” It was getting harder for you to form words as Jack incessantly poked at your ribs. He was playing with you, keeping you guessing.

“Good thing you aren’t afraid of such a monster,” he grinned, releasing your wrists only for the sake of having both his hands free to pinch each rib bone and flutter over the spaces in between them. You threw your head back against the grass beneath you in a belly laugh, kicking your legs out and holding onto Jack’s wrists for dear life.

“JAHAHAHACK!” you shrieked in ticklish agony.

“Eeehehehe, goodness! That squeal doesn’t sound like a fearless ruler to meee~”

“IHAHAHA’M NOHOHOT!” You and Jack both felt your resolve breaking. You still weren’t afraid of Jack, but you were afraid of how long he would be willing to keep this up.

“You know, there are some legends of monsters that eat people. Now usually that just wouldn’t do, then I would have no one to scare!” Jack pondered, continuing to spider his fingers on and in between ribs, with random pinches to your sides.

“JAHAHAHACK, I CAHAHAN’T!”

“Well no, you aren’t a monster. And I certainly wouldn’t be eating you, the Valley and I would miss you greatly! Hmmm…though I do wonder…maybe just a nibble…” He hummed, putting on a show of contemplation. But he wasn’t so lost in thought as to relent, his spidering fingers finding your hip bones now. You yelped at the sudden change and tried to curl in on yourself.

“DOHOHON’T THINK ABHOHOHOUT IT!”

“Well, how can I not, now that you’ve practically made yourself bite-sized?” Jack asked. The question started as a coo of admiration toward your reactions, but ended impishly, telling of his intentions. Jack continued to squeeze and scurry on and around your hips as he slowly and ominously bent forward, baring his teeth. You immediately shrugged your shoulders in defense; your giggling, scrunched up face was almost enough to break the Pumpkin King’s facade.

Almost, but not quite.

Jack managed to worm his way into the space you were trying so hard to protect, peppering your neck with playful bites and nibbles, not sparing you of the dramatic noises included when a monster devours its prey.

“JA-EEHEHEHCK!”

“Om nom nom! Eehehehe, your giggles are quite delicious, my friend.” He continued tracing haphazard lines onto your hip bones while nibbling up and down your neck, occasionally nuzzling around your ear. Both sensations at once were driving you mad, a boisterous belly laugh still erupting from you. It might be getting a little hoarse right now.

“Om nom nom! I see why tickle monsters enjoy this so much. Maybe that makes me one, too! But that wouldn’t be scary at all…”

“YEHEHES IT IHEHEEHES! YESITIS! BWAHAHAHA!” shortly after your plea your laugher fell silent. Jack chuckled to himself before finally showing mercy on his poor pumpkin harvesting companion.

“My, my! I think that’s enough for the time being. We do have a task at hand, don’t we, friend?” you didn’t respond immediately, allowing yourself to catch your breath and wipe away mirthful tears. Jack tittered as he stood, offering a hand to help you stand as well. You looked at him skeptically.

“No more tricks for now, my friend, I promise! But only for now. I do think you’ll need to be reminded from time to time as to why I am the most feared monster in Halloween Town.”

#tickle #tickle fic #ticklefic #lee!reader #crowstickletober2024 #tickletober #ler!jack #ler!jackskellington #tickletober2024 #tickle community #disney dreamlight valley tickle #ddv tickle

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afrikakorpsmaedel · 3 months ago

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AUGUST 22, 1939: The Obersalzburg Speech

“Decision to attack Poland was arrived at in spring. Originally there was fear that because of the political constellation we would have to strike at the same time against England, France, Russia and Poland. This risk too we should have had to take. Goring had demonstrated to us that his Four-Year Plan is a failure and that we are at the end of our strength, if we do not achieve victory in a coming war.

Since the autumn of 1938 and since I have realised that Japan will not go with us unconditionally and that Mussolini is endangered by that nitwit of a King and the treacherous scoundrel of a Crown Prince, I decided to go with Stalin. After all there are only three great statesmen in the world, Stalin, I and Mussolini. Mussolini is the weakest, for he has been able to break the power neither of the crown nor of the Church. Stalin and 1 are the only ones who visualise the future. So in a few weeks hence I shall stretch out my hand to Stalin at the common German-Russian frontier and with him undertake to re-distribute the world.

Our strength lies in our quickness and in our brutality; Genghis Khan has sent millions of women and children into death knowingly and with a light heart. History sees in him only the great founder of States. As to what the weak Western European civilisation asserts about me, that is of no account. I have given the command and I shall shoot everyone who utters one word of criticism, for the goal to be obtained in the war is not that of reaching certain lines but of physically demolishing the opponent. And so for the present only in the East 1 have put my death-head formations' in place with the command relentlessly and without compassion to send into death many women and children of Polish origin and language. Only thus we can gain the living space [lebensraum] that we need. Who after all is today speaking about the destruction of the Armenians?

Colonel-General von Brauchitsch has promised me to bring the war against Poland to a close within a few weeks. Had he reported to me that he needs two years or even only one year, I should not have given the command to march and should have allied myself temporarily with England instead of Russia for we cannot conduct a long war. To be sure a new situation has arisen. I experienced those poor worms Daladier and Chamberlain in Munich. They will be too cowardly to attack. They won't go beyond a blockade. Against that we have our autarchy and the Russian raw materials.

Poland will be depopulated and settled with Germans. My pact with the Poles was merely conceived of as a gaining of time. As for the rest, gentlemen, the fate of Russia will be exactly the same as 1 am now going through with in the case of Poland. After Stalin's death-he is a very sick man-we will break the Soviet Union. Then there will begin the dawn of the German rule of the earth.

The little States cannot scare me. After Kemal's [i.e. Ataturk] death Turkey is governed by cretins and half idiots. Carol of Roumania is through and through the corrupt slave of his sexual instincts. The King of Belgium and the Nordic kings are soft jumping jacks who are dependent upon the good digestions of their over-eating and tired peoples.

We shall have to take into the bargain the defection of Japan. I save Japan a full year's time. The Emperor is a counterpart to the last Czar - weak, cowardly, undecided. May he become a victim of the revolution. My going together with Japan never was popular. We shall continue to create disturbances in the Far East and in Arabia. Let us think as "gentlemen" and let us see in these peoples at best lacquered half maniacs who are anxious to experience the whip.

The opportunity is as favourable as never before. 1 have but one worry, namely that Chamberlain or some other such pig of a fellow (Saukerl) will come at the last moment with proposals or with ratting (Umfall). He will fly down the stairs, even if I shall personally have to trample on his belly in the eyes of the photographers.

No, it is too late for this. The attack upon and the destruction of Poland begins Saturday early. 1 shall let a few companies in Polish uniform attack in Upper Silesia or in the Protectorate. Whether the world believes it is quite indifferent (scheissegal). The world believes only in success.

For you, gentlemen, fame and honour are beginning as they have not since centuries. Be hard, be without mercy, act more quickly and brutally than the others. The citizens of Western Europe must tremble with horror. That is the most human way of conducting a war. For it scares the others off.

The new method of conducting war corresponds to the new drawing of the frontiers. A war extending from Reval, Lublin, Kaschau to the mouth of the Danube. The rest will be given to the Russians. Ribbentrop has orders to make every offer and to accept every demand. In the West I reserve to myself the right to determine the strategically best line. Here one will be able to work with Protectorate regions, such as Holland, Belgium and French Lorraine.

And now, on to the enemy, in Warsaw we will celebrate our reunion.”

I do not support or condone the actions of the Nazi Party

#reichblr #Adolf Hitler #berghof

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sadgirlglimmeringdarling · 8 days ago

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I thought of Jack and Olivia's when this came on the news this morning. Reminding myself of the twisted and out of touch stuff they wrote the other day! I like to call this their comeuppance.

Say hello to our little friends from Venezuela Jack and Olivia! They are in Nashville now! Make them feel welcomed!

See, they would never report this on CNN or MSNBC. It's usually biased channels like News Nation, Fox or podcasters who report all this.

As somebody who lives in a sanctuary city, I don't wish these demons on anyone. Maybe this little reality will change Jack's opinion, but then again, his hatred for Trump runs too deep. In my opinion, Jack's too brainwashed for any self realizations and Olivia is pretty much his shadow when it comes to everything. No critical thinking with that one.

I'll post your video here so it's easy for people to watch.

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I think there should be a full on investigation for the Biden administrations. Starting with Joe Biden himself, Kamala Harris (aka the Border Czar) and Alejandro Majorkas. What they did to this country is treason. Simply diabolical.

These Venezuelans have no fear. They carry AR15's and will shoot anyone or anything. They have taken over apartment buildings, homes, mansions and hotels. I repeat, don't think that having security cameras will protect your homes dear Nashvillians. Not even a security guard in your property stops them or a raging Pitbull for that matter.

Is this comeuppance for the unhinged disgusting shit Jack and Olivia posted on IG the other day? I don't know. Like I said, I don't wish these Venezuelan demons on anyone.

Elvis Presley's Graceland is in Tennessee too. I hope security will have the appropriate weapons to protect Elvis' home if God forbid something happens.

We have 64 days until Trump gets sweared in.

January 20, 2025 can't get here fast enough.

#jack white #olivia jean #donald trump #migrants #elvis presley

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mitchipedia · 11 days ago

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Donald Trump's New 'Border Czar' Defended Child Separation at Festival Held by Gun-Worshipping Sect

David Gilbert at Wired:

Tom Homan, the man president-elect Donald Trump has selected to serve as “border czar,” defended his family separation policy at an extremist festival last month surrounded by QAnon promoters, election conspiracists, and church leaders wearing crowns of bullets.

“Trump comes back, I come back, And I will run the biggest deportation operation this country has ever seen,” Homan told a cheering crowd at the Rod of Iron Freedom Festival, a three-day celebration in Greeley, Pennsylvania, organized by the Rod of Iron Ministries, a far-right gun sect that worships AR-15s.

Homan, who was officially appointed as “border czar” by Trump this week, was one of the main architects of the “zero tolerance” policy during Trump’s first term, forcibly separating more than 5,000 children from their parents between 2017 and 2018.

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Homan was introduced on stage by Justin Moon, a firearms manufacturer and the son of Sun Myung Moon, the founder of the Unification Church, a global religious cult whose adoring followers were known as Moonies. Homan shared the stage with far-right figures that included Pizzagate promoter Jack Posobiec and Ivan Raiklin, the self-styled “secretary of retribution” who created a “deep state target list” of Trump’s enemies who he wants rounded up and arrested. Also speaking at the event were prominent QAnon promoter Mel K, disgraced former national security adviser Michael Flynn, and Craig Sawyer, a former Navy Seal who has promoted various conspiracy theories including human trafficking and pedophilia rings.

At the festival, Homan also pushed the baseless claim that the immigrants were being allowed into the country to help Vice President Kamala Harris win the election. This was a conspiracy theory that was promoted heavily by pro-Trump election denial groups in the months leading up to the election.

All the best people.

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mariacallous · 9 months ago

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Meduza: “Russian spies are back,” declares new British study

Summarizing a new study by the Royal United Services Institute think tank, The Economist describes how Russia’s spy community has “adjusted its tradecraft” in the aftermath of the mistakes ahead of the Ukraine invasion and embarked on “a new phase of political warfare against the West.” In the new study, analysts Jack Watling and Nick Reynolds report that Kremlin domestic polity czar Sergey Kiriyenko is now in charge of “coordinating operations against the West and then measuring their effect.” They say Kiriyenko has ushered in “more coherent propaganda campaigns.”

Meanwhile, the Military Intelligence Directorate (GRU) has learned to reduce the “digital breadcrumbs” it was leaving for investigative outlets like Bellingcat, and a “wholesale reform” of the agency recruits more agents from outside the military, keeping more names and details out of government records. The flood of exiles after the February 2022 invasion has actually provided Moscow with a large population of people who can be threatened into acting as agents. This recruiting pool is spreading in Germany, moreover, “thanks in part to Baltic countries having grown more hostile to Russian emigres.”

Even Yevgeny Prigozhin’s mutiny proved to be an opportunity for Russian spies, say Watling and Reynolds, explaining that the intelligence community carved up his “sprawling military-criminal enterprise,” with the FSB grabbing the domestic businesses, the Foreign Intelligence Service taking the “media arms,” and the GRU getting “the foreign military bits.”

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ask-the-calendar · 1 year ago

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Papa! Papa, where did this pumpkin come from?

[Christmas motions to the jack-o-lantern sitting in the center of the castle courtyard. King Winter steps outside in his robe and slippers, looking at it curiously.]

...I'm not certain, but it's most likely from Czar Halloween.

Ooh! It could be the party invitation! Maybe he wanted to try something more creative. Eve!! Come down, Halloween sent his invitation!

[The king and princess look up at Eve's bedroom window, but there is no movement or response.]

Perhaps he's sleeping in... we can update him later, yes?

Ohoho, sure we can! The early bird gets the seeds!

[With this, Christmas kneels down in front of the jack-o-lantern and pulls the top off. She reaches in to pull out a folded letter, and when she steps back, the pumpkin bursts into flame! The pair pull away as the rising spire of flame twists to form the familiar figure of the czar of fall himself.]

GREETINGS, from the notorious ruler of the kingdom of Fall! I, Czar Halloween, am proud to announce that your beloved prince has been kidnapped, and now lay captured within the walls of my stronghold! If you wish to see him returned, you must come to the castle and face THE TRIALS OF FRIGHT! Do so, and you shall be rewarded! Good luck- you're most certainly going to need it! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!~

[With a whoosh, the flames go out, and the entire thing disappears, leaving behind only the letter, a strong scent of pumpkin, and a shining black key on the ground. Christmas kneels down to pick up the key.]

Oh dear...

I'm off to rescue him right away, Papa! He went out to save me, it's only right that I do the same for him!

Please don't go alone. Find Valentine's and ask them to accompany you.

I will! I won't let you or Eve down, Papa!

#princess christmas #king winter #czar halloween #spooky month shenanigans #ehehehehehehehehhehe

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batvillagers · 2 years ago

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i invited jack, czar of halloween and ceo of pumpkin heads to the roost this morning

#acnh #animal crossing new horizons #jack acnh #acnh jack #letters

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blxckdragonfly · 2 years ago

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The Glory and The Scum (Darkness Finds You Universe #6)

(Song: "The Glory and The Scum" by Delain.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "Pronunciation-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas), featuring Lyra Crowe Büdgen (Lilith Czar-- played by Mothica) and Malakai Black.

Warning: Drama, Mild Fight Scene, Hurt/Comfort.

Synopsis: When Motionless In White are headlining Aftershock and are playing alongside with Falling In Reverse, all hell breaks loose when Ronnie Radke tries to apologize to Lycia for his tweets about her.

Word Count: 4,131

A/N: and we're back, and once again: Fuck Ronnie Radke. Enough said. Enjoy. x Tiger. Co-written with @blackrose-92!

Aftershock Festival– October 7th, 2022: Sacramento, California.

(Lycia’s POV)

I wake up to very loud noises from inside the bus and I groan as I stirred and I woke up– seeing that I’m alone inside of mine and Chris’s bunk. I sigh as I hear what sounds like Call of Duty. I roll my eyes and I change out of my black tee and black satin pajama shorts, and into a strapless black lace corset bodysuit from Boohoo, a dark gray skirt from Disturbia and my “Assimilator” boots from Killstar. I put in a pair of gold hoop earrings to match my wolf necklace and coffin ring, and put on a light amount of makeup.

“Lyra!” I hear both Chris and Malakai yell for Lyra, who’s also on the bus this morning. I sigh as I walk out to the front of the bus, where I see Lyra sitting near the driver’s seat in her black mesh bodysuit with a black tank top underneath, a pair of gray skinny jeans from Nasty Gal and her own Killstar boots, while Chris, Malakai, Justin and Ricky are all playing Call of Duty. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

“All right, children,” Lyra mutters. I give her a confused look, raising my eyebrows.

“Does this happen a lot?” I ask and Lyra begrudgingly shakes her head at me, making me chuckle.

Lyra and I both hear Malakai curse in Dutch after both he and Chris are shot and killed in the game. Chris glances over at Lyra with a confused look.

“You don’t wanna know what he just said, alright?” Lyra says as Malakai laughs as Chris sees me and offers me his hand after pausing the game. I smile as I take it and intertwine our fingers together, he pulls me into his lap– making me giggle.

“Good morning, baby,” Chris murmurs as he gives me a small kiss.

“Good morning, my love.” I say as I kiss him on the cheek, making Justin and Ricky gag. I flip them off as Malakai chuckles. I pecked his lips as I got off his lap and got my laptop and camera to start editing the photos from the last Trinity of Terror tour show, the photos I took of not just Chris and Motionless but of Lyra, Black Veil Brides and Ice Nine Kills.

“Your girl edits photos? That seems kind of nerdy, don’t you think?” Malakai replies as Chris glares at him and I grin at my boyfriend defending me.

“Says the one who has Transformers and Gundams in our house,” Lyra mumbles. I hear Chris start snickering.

“Thank you, wife.” Malakai grumbles and a Dutch curse leaves his breath. “For bringing that up.”

“Love you too, husband,” I hear Lyra say in an innocent tone– making me, Chris, Justin and Ricky laugh as I close down my laptop after sending some of my photos to Jeremy. I grab my camera and pull Chris away from the screen, giving him a kiss.

“I’m going to go take photos of Spiritbox,” I say as I slip my photography pass around my neck. Chris nods and gives me another kiss.

“You’ll be back for our set, right?” He asks and I nod, kissing him again before taking off. I step out of the bus when I slip on a pair of Chris’s sunglasses and head out to the Jack Daniel’s stage, where Spiritbox would be playing. I headed into the pit as the show was about to begin.

As I got my camera ready to shoot, I noticed a figure in all black approaching me. He wasn’t just all in black, he was covered completely in black ink. There was something about him that put me on edge. I didn’t know who he was, but he looked very similar to the drug dealer who used me for heroin. I couldn’t hear him fully as the band was playing but I could see that he was mouthing “I’m sorry” to me.

We all live in unforgiving precarious ways

If it bleeds it leads

Is all we seem to hear today

Thorns remain while flowers fade

I had to get out of there. Now. I take a few more photos and slip out amongst the crowd, back into the VIP area and backstage, I look over my shoulder to see him following me. I started to run, trying to find Motionless’s bus.

“Lycia, wait! I wanted to apologize to you for what I said on Twitter.” And then it hit me. It’s Ronnie, the same person who tried to ruin my career with his tweets.

“Stay away from me,” I say as my breath heightens as panic runs through my body. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit apology after you nearly ruined my career. Please leave me alone.”

The minute I see Malakai, Lyra and my boyfriend, I scream at the top of my lungs for Chris. He hears my scream, causing him to panic too as he quickly runs over to my side, he wraps his arm around me firmly and glares at Ronnie.

Monster

Such a noble novelty

Monster

Such a proper prodigy

Monster

It is all enrolled in you and me

“You better give me a good explanation of why I shouldn't go get House of Black right now and let them tear you apart," Chris threatens.

“Oh, look who it is,” Ronnie says. “I was trying to apologize to your girlfriend for what I said on Twitter about her, in exchange for the apology you owe Escape The Fate.”

I hear a sinister laugh from Chris as he moves in front of me, preventing Ronnie from getting any closer to me. “You’re really expecting an apology from me? After your actions in trying to sabotage my girlfriend’s career? Not a chance, asshole.”

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(Lyra’s POV)

Malakai, Brody, Buddy and I were heading back to Motionless In White’s bus after seeing the end of Spiritbox’s set– when we noticed a small crowd forming near the bus. I raise a brow and I see that it’s Chris, who’s arguing with Ronnie Radke. I let out a deep breath.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter, getting Malakai’s attention. He walks up to me and takes my hand for a second, looking at me with concern as I point in the direction of Chris and Ronnie– who are now getting into each other’s faces as I look over to see Lycia in tears. I walk over to her direction, quietly ushering her away from the scene until Chris can calm her down.

I hear Buddy and Brody curse and Malakai does too in Dutch. They race over to Chris as he’s about to raise his fist and punch Ronnie’s lights out, Malakai and Buddy grabbing him and pulling him back. Brody being bigger so he’s able to physically lift Chris off the ground.

“Don’t think for a second that you’ll get away unscathed, Radke,” Malakai says through his teeth. “It doesn’t matter whether you’re dating Saraya or not. If you approach Lycia, Chris or Lyra again, Brody, Buddy and I will tear you to pieces and leave your remains for Chris to do whatever he wants with. That’s no idle threat: It’s a guarantee. Come for them again and The House will make you pay for it.”

Buddy nods in agreement as Ronnie takes a few steps back, before trying to punch him. Malakai does a knee strike at him, not to hurt him but to scare him, his eyes widening in fear as he flinches. A malicious smile crossed Malakai’s face. “Go on then, Ronnie. I dare you.”

We start walking away to Motionless’s bus as the crowd settles and moves on, Malakai turns around with Brody, Buddy, myself and Chris following. I see Lycia crying uncontrollably.

“Brody, let Chris go. They need to be together,” I hear a warmth in Malakai’s voice as Brody nods, releasing Chris from his grasp, who had been panting with anger toward Ronnie but it subsides after he sees Lycia.

Either wasteland or wonderland

Look at what we've done

Take a step back

Shake your head at what we have become

We're the glory and the scum

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(Lycia’s POV)

Tears fell down my face as I buried my face into my hands, my heart racing with anxiousness. I hear someone take a step toward me, I feel what I thought were hands on me and I flinch in fear.

“Get away from me, Ronnie!” I say and I feel the same touch but it’s gentle, it’s on both of my shoulders and it’s tracing my skin until I hear a familiar but soothing voice. “Lycia. Lycia, it’s me. You’re safe now.”

I opened my eyes and I saw the warm and comforting brown eyes of my boyfriend. Chris. I moved close to him and I clutched him close to me tightly. I nuzzled my head into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head as we embraced each other. “Shh. What happened?”

“R-Ronnie resembles the drug dealer that used me,” My voice is small as I feel Chris getting tense as he holds me. “Please make him leave. I’m scared that he might hurt me.”

I feel him run a finger along my face with tenderness, wiping away my tears. “Honey. Lyra and House of Black are here for you. They won’t let anyone near you, not even him. Nor will I. That’s my promise to you.”

I look up to meet his gaze as he leans in; our foreheads touch and I feel the warmth of his hands on my lower back. “I’m supposed to be the one to take care of you. But I’m still scared of Ronnie.” I sniff.

“Sh. I understand, baby. Those memories must have come back now. But don’t worry when I’m around, whether it’s Ronnie or the dealer himself, they’ll never hurt you again.” He tucks a fallen strand of my caramel brown hair behind my ear.

I nod and I press my lips to his in a gentle kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, intertwining my fingers in his black hair as we kiss. When we part, he pulls me closer into an embrace. He gazes into my eyes.

“No one will take you away from me,” He whispers, reassuringly. “I will always take care of you. Always.”

Monster

Sewer of uncertainty

Monster

Creator of entropy

Monster

It is all enrolled in you and me

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(Lyra’s POV)

I’m still fuming with anger because of seeing Ronnie. Malakai, Brody and Buddy are standing outside of Motionless’s bus, we’re keeping an eye on Chris– who has Lycia in his arms and is holding her while also keeping an extra eye out in case Ronnie comes back for us again. Malakai glances over at the both of them because I know how much he cares, so I know that he’s hating what happened with Lycia. I hated the fact that this motherfucker had to show his ugly head around my friends again.

I feel Malakai take my hand and pull me into a hug, I wrap my arms around him as he pressed his lips to my crimson hair.

“How did this happen, Lyra?” Malakai’s voice is gentle as he looks at me, green eyes shining. I sigh and nestle closer to him.

“Well, everything began when Ronnie took to the internet.” I explained. “Criticizing Chris and his band Motionless In White, he believed that Chris should apologize to him for something he had every right to do. Soon after you told me that his relationship with Lycia had been leaked, news spread about her struggle with heroin. Ronnie made her a target because of it. Chris informed me that she was nearly killed from a drug overdose of heroin.”

I see tears filling up my husband’s eyes. It had been such a long time since he had been around something like heroin but I know he had his past experiences with it. He looks over at Chris, who’s placing a soft kiss on Lycia’s temple as he’s comforting her. I hear him take a deep breath.

“She’s had it rough, hasn’t she?” His voice is soft and kind as I nod. “It breaks my heart.” I see him pause for a moment. “Chris keeps her close to him because she needs him; not just anyone can do what he does for her and take care of her like he can.”

I was shocked as I pulled back and looked up at the man I called my husband. Of course he would pick up on their relationship, he was so observant.

“That hadn’t occurred to me before,” I say. I lean over and place a soft kiss on Malakai’s cheek. “You’re so observant, even though it scares the hell out of me sometimes.”

I hear him laugh softly. “I apologize for scaring you, love. But you should be aware of this by now.” I nod and snuggle into his shoulder.

Suddenly we hear a commotion and not only do my head and Malakai’s snap up, but Chris and Lycia do as well. I see security guards kicking out Ronnie and Falling In Reverse. I breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, thank God. I thought.

“Chris Motionless started this! Not me!” I hear Ronnie yelling at the security guards as he’s being escorted to the gate.

“Shut up, Ronnie. You started it,” Malakai scoffs. “Get the fuck out of here.” We all burst into laughter as the gates closed behind Ronnie and his bandmates. I feel my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my gray skinny jeans and I pull it out to see that Saraya texted me.

Raya: Hey Lyra! I’m letting you know that Ronnie’s coming by Motionless’s bus at Aftershock to apologize to Chris’s girl, Lycia.

Well, fuck. I facepalm and I run my fingers through my crimson hair, Malakai looking at me with concern in his eyes.

“My timing sucks.” I say.

“Babe?” Malakai asks and I sigh as I look at him and Chris.

“Saraya sent Ronnie to come over here to apologize to Lycia for what he said. She just texted me.”

Chris scowls at me, eyes narrowing at me as he takes a deep breath and caresses Lycia’s arms with his fingers, as she’s leaning against him– trying to stay calm. “I don’t give a single fuck if Saraya sent him or not. Look at what happened. Lycia didn’t know who he was and it frightened her so much she almost had a fucking panic attack.”

“Whether he came by to apologize or not,” Lycia says as she’s playing with Chris’s fingers. “I don't ever want to see him. He reminds me of someone I’d rather not think about.”

I get another text message from Saraya and I unlock my phone to respond, telling her that it ended badly, she asked what happened and I told him that Brody had to lift Chris up so he wouldn’t punch Ronnie’s lights out. He got himself and Falling In Reverse kicked off the festival. She responds with a facepalm emoji. I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket.

I then see Chris talking to his tour manager while staying with Lycia and keeping her company. I see a huge smile on his face as his tour manager walks off.

“Well, looks like we’re taking Falling In Reverse’s spot and playing a bit later than we thought.” Chris says. I’m overjoyed as is Lycia, who kisses him softly. They start talking about adding a couple songs to their set list for later on tonight.

When Motionless played later tonight, they played Slaughterhouse with Brody making a guest appearance for the song. Chris and the band played Burned at Both Ends II as well and when he’s singing the song, I feel Malakai tap me on the shoulder and we both look over at Lycia, who’s standing side stage with us, Brody and Buddy and she’s crying. I try to go and check on her but Malakai stops me.

“She’s alright, Lyra,” Malakai says as he puts his arm around my waist. “She just found out that Chris wrote that song about her.”

My eyes widened. “He wrote Burned at Both Ends II for her?” I asked as Malakai nodded. “Aw, that’s so sweet of him.”

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(Lycia’s POV)

After Motionless leaves the stage, I see my man walk off too, so I jump into his arms, which catches him off guard. A chuckle accompanies his struggle to regain his balance. I have evident tears in my eyes, which are streaming down my cheeks as he pulls back.

“Whoa, babe. What’s wrong?” He asked.

“You wrote that song for me,” I sniffled as I looked into his warm and loving brown eyes. “You wrote Burned at Both Ends II for me.”

“How’d you know?” He stroked my caramel brown hair with his fingers.

“With a bit of help,” I say as I turn my head toward Malakai and Lyra, who give him a friendly wave. He sighs and shakes his head playfully. He looked at me and he lifted my chin with the palm of his hand.

“I wrote the original Burned at Both Ends about myself ten years ago,” Chris murmurs. “But when I began working on the sequel to it, I realized that it wasn’t about me. It’s about us now. Even though I know you haven’t fully been through the same struggles as I did, your story still matters as much. You are an incredible inspiration, Lycia and I love you.”

I can sense Lyra and Malakai’s eyes on the both of us and they had huge grins on both of their faces, Chris could feel it like a burning on the back of his neck. “Alright, you two. You can go now.”

I realize that he’s talking to both Malakai and Lyra as I look behind him, laughing.

“Say no more. We’re going,” Lyra takes Malakai’s hand and drags him off with Brody and Buddy following behind her. When they’ve gone, I lean in and embrace Chris around the neck. Not caring in the world if he’s sweaty and has gotten off stage.

“I love you too,” I whisper. “I’m so grateful that you wrote a song about me.”

He leans in and places a gentle kiss on my forehead, lips lingering for a moment. “The honor is always mine, honey. You motivate me every day, from when we wake up together to when we go to bed entwined. You're my world, sweetheart. You always will be.”

My heart melts at his sweet statement. I put my hand against his face, tracing his already smeared and sweat soaked makeup before meeting his lips in a tender kiss. As I rest my hands on his chest, my fingers play with the dog tags around his neck as his lips lock with mine. We broke our kiss and the second dog tag caught my eye. I caught it in my fingers.

Winters, Lycia Rose. August 5th, 1988. Soulmate.

“Did you put my name on your dog tag?” I say as my eyes widen in surprise.

“I was hoping you would spot it,” He teases with a playful grin and I raise an eyebrow. “It’s my reminder of you whenever we’re apart, helps me think of you. Always.”

My heart melts and I kiss him passionately before pulling away and taking his hand. “You’re the sweetest. Come on, baby. Let’s just relax together for the rest of the night.”

He nods and we walk back to the bus, when we step inside– Justin, Ricky, Vinny and Ryan have already settled down for the night. In my outfit that I wore to Aftershock today, I changed into one of Chris’s soft black tees, my black satin sleep shorts and removed my makeup last. I head out to our bunk, where Chris is waiting for me– shirtless and wearing his black pajamas.

“Hi, gorgeous,” I heard him as he embraced me in his arms and brought me into the bunk with him. I give a gentle laugh, clutching onto him and he kisses my forehead.

“Hi,” I kiss him on the cheek before I trail off, quietly playing with the rings on his fingers– mainly his coffin ring. I feel the cool metal of the ring against my skin. “I think I’m going to have another nightmare tonight.”

His face lights up with concern as he shifts his hands from mine and cups my cheeks, imploring me to look into his eyes. “What makes you think that?” His voice is gentle, almost a whisper.

"Ronnie approaching me today reminded me of the drug dealer who used me for heroin... I'm scared I won't be able to sleep tonight because his face will haunt my dreams.” My fingers lightly drift over his tattoos as I talk.

Chris pulls me close and wraps his arms around me, offering comfort. “Oh, my love,” He whispers into my hair. “I’ll be here with you all night long to keep your bad dreams at bay. You have nothing to worry about. I won’t leave you.”

As sweet as that statement is, I’m also mad at myself for letting this person get into my head since I’m dealing with the PTSD of losing Marcus in such a tragic way.

“This is just another thing that pushes me towards the edge,” I buried my face into his chest as he gazed fondly down at me.

“Honey, you are not crazy. You aren't.” I released a heavy breath as I moved my face up to look at him.

“I didn't say I was, love. It's just how I feel.” Fresh tears appear in my eyes and he covers my hands with his own, placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles.

“You know, Lyra had the same situation.” I look at him, intrigue on my face. “Most nights she'd lay awake in fear because of her ex, Devon. It wasn't until Malakai stepped into her life that she was free from his control. What do you think drew Malakai and Lyra together? He's the only one who managed to keep her here with us.”

“Wait– So Malakai…?”

He nods. “Like you, Lyra was familiar with addiction, but from a different source. That's why she wrote VICES and SPIRAL. She was on the brink of suicide until Malakai stepped in. He reminded her that there are still things worth living for; music, wrestling, friends... For you, I want to be that person. The reason why you should keep going is because of me, as your reminder.”

I realize now that I had a lot more in common with Lyra and Malakai than I thought, which is why I understood how close Malakai was to her.

“I never knew that about her. She must be loved so much by Malakai…” He leans in and gives me a tender kiss.

“I want to love you as much as Malakai loves Lyra, if not more. Do you understand why you mean so much to me? Just like Malakai with Lyra, I want to be someone that you can rely on.” He whispers into my lips. “After you told me that I was the reason why you decided to get sober, when things seemed so dark, that's when I realized what I wanted out of our relationship. Not just the person who helped you through it all, but someone who's there for you whenever you need it, loving you unconditionally. All of it….”

I interrupt him with another tender kiss, our lips meeting in an affectionate manner. I finally pulled away, my forehead lightly touching his. “You are already everything I need and more. Each morning when I wake up, and you're still asleep next to me, it reminds me of how fortunate I am. You love me, support me, and urge me to keep pursuing my dreams every day…”

I continue to kiss him, our lips connecting in the most wonderful way. “Christopher Cerulli, you are the backbone that holds me upright. You are the reason why I keep pushing forward.”

“You are as well, Lycia. I can't even tell you how much I love you..." His warm chocolate eyes brimmed with tears as he embraced me.

I glided my fingers along his tattooed jawline and neck with the softest touch. “I love you too. Show me how much instead.”

He smiles and leans in to give me a loving kiss as we sink into each other and we hold on to each other before falling asleep.

Monster

Polluter of dignity

Monster

Glory and the scum are we

Monster

Oh the best and worst is all in me…

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