#jumping on the 'putting this man in situations' bandwagon

[cinnamonsikwate]

chilchuck spends the entirety of his daughters' visit hovering suspiciously between them and a certain dwarf. when it's time for the girls to go home and no proposals have been made, he breathes a sigh of relief — awkward coworker x family member romance route narrowly avoided!

a couple weeks later meijack shows back up unannounced, backpack laden with tools and thigh-high boots looking uncharacteristically spiffy. bewildered and betrayed, chilchuck rounds on a clueless senshi, only freezing mid-swear when meijack interrupts to ask after namari's whereabouts.

the last thing he remembers thinking is, "shit, i forgot about the other dwarf!" before promptly blacking out.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Lollipop

Nicholas D. Wolfwood X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, arguing, and mild threats

Word Count: 3.1k

(A/N:) I am on the bandwagon y’all! I watched Trigun years ago and enjoyed the series thoroughly so I was skeptical about Trigun Stampede until I gave it a shot and now I am obsessed. Especially over this doofus right here although Vash holds a special place in my heart. So I had this idea and it’s mainly just a self indulgence thing that won’t leave me alone until I write it! So to all my fellow Nicholas fangirls this one is for y’all! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

How you met Nicholas D. Wolfwood was a complete blur in your mind. While you no longer had a place to call home, you found yourself wondering the barren planet trying to find someplace you could live. Most towns didn’t like strangers, so it didn’t surprise you when you were ran out of several towns. People looked out for themselves and their own and you couldn’t blame them. If you had a home yourself, you knew you’d feel the same. But the next town seemed more welcoming as you were able to find a room and a place to grab a bite to eat. That’s when the trouble started, as a lone traveling female there was shady characters at every corner ready to take advantage of you. You could hold your own against them and even carried a weapon for protection you kept hidden in your boot underneath your pants leg. It was then while you were enjoying your dinner a few men jumped you, pinning you against the chair. Their lecherous gazes made you squirm and before you could even reach for the concealed weapon another man stepped in. He wasn’t the biggest man you’d seen, but he still had muscles hidden under the suit. His sunglasses pressed up on his nose hid his eyes from view while his black locks seemed like they hadn’t been trimmed in awhile. The five o’clock shadow dusting his chin gave him a handsome roguish air and despite your situation you swallowed at the attractiveness of the stranger.

“That’s no way to treat someone, especially a lady,” he spoke tossing the cigarette from his lips to the floor, stomping it out with his shoe.

“Mind you’re own business priest,” one snarled while nastily grinning at the newcomer.

The stranger seemed thoughtful for a moment before sighing, “I’m not really a priest. I’m more of an undertaker and I’ll show you just how good I am at my job if you continue to refuse to unhand your victim.”

“Teach him a lesson,” the leader of the men nodded towards the dark suited man.

You watched, speechless and a little curious. Not many people stood up for others, especially when it came to you. You had always had rotten luck, even as a child and here you were hitting the jackpot for once in your life. The leader of the men held onto you tightly while the other two surrounded your would be hero. You almost yelled for him to leave and save himself, but before you could utter a word the two thugs were on the ground, unconscious leaving the remaining one to gape in awe. The stranger dusted his hands, stepping over one of the fallen men.

“Now that I’ve proven myself a little, care to unhand her now?”

You were suddenly released while the last man standing fled, screaming like he’d been lit on fire. The stranger, that had put his neck on the line, fixed his ruffled suit coat, before he came towards you. You took a wary step from him, thankful for what he just did for you but you couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy as he was still a stranger to you. His lips quirked into a pleased smirk seeing your reaction before he held out a sheet of paper towards you.

“My fee,” he said waiting for you to take the offered paper.

“Fee,” you asked incredulously taking the paper from him. 30,000 double dollars smacked you right in the face, you suddenly felt faint. “What’s this for?!”

“Rescuing you of course,” he replied like it was the most obvious thing.

“I didn’t ask you to!”

“Think of it as a kindness out of my giving heart. I also gave you a big discount,” he reached into his suit pocket for a cigarette. He placed it between his lips before lighting it.

“Yeah giving heart. By giving if you mean giving out bills then I could definitely agree. I don’t have this kind of money! I barely had enough to get something to eat!”

He tsk’d, “Such a shame.”

You watched him walk away, trails of cigarette smoke the only thing lingering around. The other patrons watched the  exchange between you two cautiously. All you could do was shrug before sitting down and finishing the rest of your meal. 

You paid with what little money you had left before leaving the restaurant. You had to find where the next town is and how far as you knew you couldn’t stay now. Not with that so called undertaker causing a stir only to charge you and abandon you to whatever fate that those criminals were cooking up in vengeance. What you didn’t expect was to see the same man that had the gall to stand up towards your attackers and to say you owed him money leaning against the building you had rented a room in. He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, his dark eyes crinkling in delight.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite gal,” he greeted warmly like he hadn’t wiped his hands clean of you not twenty minutes ago.

“Since when,” you asked a ting of annoyance in your voice.

“Since I found out you rented out the last room,” he replied cheerfully. “Think you can help your hero out here?”

“I thought I owed you money, you creep,” you snarled.

“That’s water under the bridge,” he waved his hand. “I helped you, you help me. That’s what we’re put on this dust ball for isn’t it?”

“Not necessarily.”

He glared, “Look, if you share your room with me, I’ll forget about your debt to me.”

“I shouldn’t have a debt in the first place,” you argued.

“My lifestyle isn’t free y’know? I promise I won’t do anything untoward towards you,” he patted the tightly bound cross shape luggage as a vow.

You sighed not wanting this argument to continue any longer. Maybe if you helped him out this once you’d never have to see him again. “Fine. But if you do I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

“Fair enough.”

Night fell over the rough town quickly and you found yourself sitting stiffly on the bed as the night creatures yowled across the darkened desert. Your weird dark stranger seemed to be quite at ease as he leaned back on the tattered couch snoring up a storm. While you wanted to sleep, you worried about him doing something once your guard was down, also his snoring was making it impossible. The thought of smothering him with a dust covered pillow was becoming more tempting by the second. You had walked so far and in such harsh conditions, your body was screaming to get some much needed rest. His snoring seemed to be calming down some and your eyelids were winning the battle against staying awake. You finally succumbed falling into a deep slumber. 

A hand patted your cheek.

“C’mon wake up. It’s time for check out,” a chipper voice pulled you from the darkness.

“Wha?”

“Good morning beautiful!” Your stranger was in your face causing you to stumble backwards only to fall off the bed. “Do you know you drool in your sleep? It’s kinda cute.” 

“Oww,” you groaned. “What time is it? And why were you watching me sleep?!”

He chuckled, “Time to leave and you’re adorable. Less mean when you’re sleeping.”

“Like you’re such a saint.” You stretched, popping your spine. “You can go now, my debt is paid as ludicrous as it was.”

“Nah,” he replied. “I think we need to stick together a little longer. I heard you asking about the next town and I’m actually heading that way myself. Why not go together?”

“Because I am really beginning to hate your guts,” you rolled your eyes. But you couldn’t help but think how much safer it would be if you traveled with him. You began to ponder if it would be worth the headache. The want of companionship won out and you agreed. Now you were walking right behind the man watching the cross sway against his back.

“Nicholas,” he spoke out of the blue.

“What,” you asked.

“The name is Nicholas D. Wolfwood.”

“(Y/N). (L/N). I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you but it really wasn’t,” you grinned wickedly.

“So mean,” he turned away knowing you’d stay right with him.

A couple days passed and you found yourself warming up to the undertaker known as Nicholas. When he wasn’t teasing the daylights out of you, he was actually fun to be around. While you knew you would probably pay for it later he shared his water and what little food he had. He knew a lot about the desert and he shared information with you during the trek and around the campfire. It wasn’t every night you both got to share in the warmth of an open flame, it was only if Nicholas deemed it safe enough. He wanted to keep you both hidden from bandits or cut throats who would kill you both in your sleep and take everything from your corpses. You shivered violently at the thought of being snuck up on. The nights that you both couldn’t afford a fire he would curl up against you, sharing each other’s body heat to fight the cold of the night. One night you punched him in the nose when he got too touchy feely. Nicholas no longer tried groping you.

“Y’know for a priest you sure aren’t very angelic or pure,” you said one evening while watching him across the fire.

“Not a priest,” he spoke ripping at the meat in his hand. “Undertaker.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I just figured people of your kind would be pure.”

“Nah,” Nicholas shook his head. “This place steals purity as it steals moisture from the ground. I’m sure you’re not as pure as you’re trying to lead on.”

You scoffed, turning from the flames to hide your blush. “I’m as pure as they come, thank you.”

He chuckled hiding his movements by the crackling flames. You looked up, startling at the closeness of him. His face leaned into yours before taking your chin in his calloused fingers.

“Want me to sully you before the world does,” a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. You refused to answer, blushing beet red before decking him in the cheek. Laying sprawled out on the sand while holding his throbbing cheek, Nicholas laughed like a madman.

“I was joking,” he continued to laugh. “Ow.”

“Your demeanor said otherwise,” you argued. “I’m going to sleep. Don’t touch me or I’ll do worse than punch you.”

He set up still rubbing where you punched him. “I knew you were packing a weapon.”

You ignored him for a moment until curiosity won out. “How?”

“Your gait is different on your right leg. It was either blisters on your feet or a weapon tucked in your boot that catches on your pants leg.” He moved back to the other side of the fire so you would relax a little more. “You never complain about your feet hurting so it had to be a weapon.”

“You’re smarter than you look,” you snorted turning away from him again.

“Not just another pretty face,” he chuckled darkly. “Get some sleep. I’ll keep watch and I promise not to do anything to you.”

“Better not Nicholas or I’ll show you what I’m packing in this boot.”

“Knife,” he simply said and you stiffened.

“Shut up,” then you went to sleep.

Weeks later and you were beginning to wonder if the town you both were walking to even existed. The desert was becoming harder to bear, especially after you both ran out of water a couple days ago. Food wasn’t too hard to come by, as long as you didn’t mind eating bugs raw or the rare lizard every now and again. Sometimes you would come across a plant that carried a little water. Nicholas always let you have the most of it and it made you feel a little guilty. He would console you that he was used to living this way. It wasn’t until the next day you were beginning to go crazy from lack of water. Nicholas seemed unperturbed as he hummed to himself kicking at the sand every now and again, like a childish dance. Your mouth felt like sand and you prayed that you would arrive to your destination soon. Nicholas turned around to check on you, a lollipop clenched between his teeth instead of the ever present cigarette. He waved at you, crossing his eyes. You wanted to punch him again for enjoying himself while you were miserable. It made you wonder if he treated other people like he did you, cause he seemed to really enjoy getting under your skin. But you wanted a sucker too and you wouldn’t get candy with a salty attitude. His throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Your mouth moistened a little as you tried to drool in want. You shook your head refusing to beg him for one stupid lollipop. A little green monster kept it’s place in the back of your mind, when Nicholas popped the treat from his mouth licking his lips. You whimpered at the sight of saliva glistening in the sun. Desperation was making you weak at the thought of any kind of moisture. But you wouldn’t stoop so low as asking for the sucker his perverted mouth was lavishing.

“Nicholas,” you cringed at your voice.

“Hmmm,” he looked back trying to hide his look of pleasure. He had been teasing you on purpose just waiting for you to break.

“Would you happen to have another lollipop,” you tried to ask disinterested.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he smiled wickedly waving the treat back and forth. “This is my last one.”

“Oh,” you said in disappointment. “That’s okay, I didn’t want one that bad in the first place.”

He sat the cross shaped package down sliding down the dune that you were standing at the foot of. “Don’t be shy now. You can have mine.”

“No,” you shouted quickly before clearing your throat. “No thank you that’s yours. I can wait until we make it to the town.”

“That could be days,” he replied. “Think you can hold out?”

“I’m sure,” the unsurety in your voice made him crook an eyebrow.

“Want a lick? Say ah,” he shoved the pink lollipop in your face.

“I’m good,” you dodged.

“Don’t be shy now,” he cackled. “It’s just my saliva. Your mouth has to be soooo dry.”

“No it’s not,” you screeched when he poked you in the side. He slid the sugary treat into your mouth. You clamped your lips around it, cheeks blood red before moaning at the little bit of moisture seeping into your dry mouth. He watched you close your eyes in bliss while the sucker moved around in your mouth, the stick turning circles.

“Better,” he asked leaning closer causing you to shrink back a little.

Your flustered face betraying you, “A little.”

“Good,” he said reaching back into his suit pocket. You thought he was going for another cigarette to replace the sucker only for him to pull out another one. He unwrapped the blue treat sticking it in his mouth.

“You said you didn’t have another one!”

He smirked, “I thought you really wanted mine. That’s what you asked for.”

“I did not! I specifically asked if you had another one,” you grabbed his collar. 

“I heard you say you wanted mine by the look in your eyes not your voice,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

Nicholas grabbed your wrists pulling you closer into his firm body. Wrapping one arm around your waist as his one hand kept both of your wrists in a strong grip.

“Maybe I wanted to give you an excuse to stop dodging me,” he purred. “Now that we shared an indirect kiss maybe you’ll let me take a shot at a real one.”

“Not going to happen,” you trembled trying to yank from his grasp.

He leaned down, nose brushing against yours before removing both of the suckers from your mouths. The sun relentlessly beating down but completely forgotten as you drowned in his gaze. You couldn’t focus on the fact that your lips were chapped and your mouth still dry. All you could see was a man that had irked you but cared for you in his own way. You hadn’t known him long but he had been more genuine than anyone you had ever met. He brushed the hair from your eyes before slotting his lips against yours. While chapped, there was still a softness to his mouth and he tasted like strawberries and blueberries from the suckers he had indulged in. Nicholas moaned at the sugary taste still lingering on your tongue as he explored your mouth. You shivered as he petted your tongue searching out what little taste you had left. Seconds later he parted from you, panting from the lack of air in his lungs. Your lips already swelling a little from his diligent lips that left no part of your lips unexplored. You melted against him, leaning your head against the bare part of his chest, where he kept his shirt buttons unbuttoned.

“Lollipop,” he cooed.

“Hmm,” you grunted still unable to form words just yet.

“I think I’ll call you lollipop from now on,” he grinned. 

You opened your mouth to protest the ridiculous pet name, to which he silenced with another kiss. While he still got on your nerves you couldn’t deny there was something about Nicholas D. Wolfwood that was beginning to grow on you.

“Do you have any friends,” you asked when he let you go again.

“Yeah I have several.”

“How do they deal with you?”

“I can grow on a person,” he grinned.

“Like a fungus? Mold? Canker sores?”

“You can be really mean (Y/N),” Nicholas pouted. “See if I give you anymore treats.”

“How shall I go on,” you scoffed walking off. Nicholas scampered after you picking up his cross. He slid on the sand before getting back to your side. He took your hand kissing the back of it before you both started back on your journey not knowing what would happen next. You couldn’t help but look forward to the unknown as you walked hand in hand with your annoying undertaker, that destiny brought to you.

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

The Binding Mark by Sophie Williamson

Witch Trials #2

I came into this book with high expectations. I had hopes that Sadie and Gabriel would find a way to move forward without too much trouble and that the Thornber and Sadler groups would forge an alliance that would benefit the couple. Instead of the strong magical smart being that Sadie was in book one I found Sadie the miffed, rather juvenile, gullible, quick to make decisions, person that I wanted to sit down and talk to. Gabriel didn’t get a lot of time on the page but did come across stronger, wiser, and more in tune with the real world than Sadie did. I think that if they were not fated mates they would not be my first pick for one another.

The storyline dealt with wicked witch Lavinia with a coven that she wants Sadie to join. It requires a lien and after Sadie’s experience with a lien, was surprised she jumped on that bandwagon so quickly but not surprised by the repercussions. There were vampires, a court case or two, hiccoughs in the relationship between Gabriel and Sadie, situations I found mind boggling and unbelievable, and a conclusion that did wrap up some things but leave the door open for a potential romance between Sadie’s brother Brendan and Gabriel’s right hand person Nikki. There are at least three potential sources of conflict I have identified that could be issues in book three.

So, my takeaway from reading this book is that book one was better. Book two was okay but didn’t pack the punch that book one had and wasn’t intense, believable, and easy to follow. I was disappointed in Sadie and many of the choices she made. I might try reading book depending on the synopsis when I read it. This is a book I think will appeal most to New Adult readers who enjoy this genre

Thank you to NetGalley and Storm for the ARC – This is my honest review.

2-3 Stars

BLURB

Sadie Sadler is a powerful witch; a daughter of the dominant magical clan in the north; and probably the soulmate of Gabriel Thornber, the scarily attractive half-demon who’s her family’s longstanding enemy. If only she wasn’t always trying to run as far away from him as possible… Back in London, Sadie's tranquility is shattered when a mysterious letter arrives from Lavinia Morven, the enigmatic head of the London Coven. To stay in the city, Sadie must be bound by a lien – a promise to serve the coven, whatever’s asked of her. And while she’s not thrilled about putting her magic under Lavinia’s control or getting embroiled in more messy witch drama, she’s not going to humiliate herself by crawling back to the very person she came here to escape. Sadie might have left Gabriel Thornber in the north, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t visit her nightly in her dreams. Part of Sadie would give anything to be back in his arms again… but she fears the price for giving in is more than she’s willing to pay. Meanwhile, Gabriel didn’t just get into Sadie’s bed and her heart over the summer—he also schemed his way into a deal with her family. And it turns out that the new alliance has interests that conflict with Lavinia’s. Suddenly, Sadie finds herself in the shadow of a dangerous new ally, with no choice but to work against the combined forces of her family and the man she both detests and desires . It’s not long before Sadie must confront Gabriel in court once again. She gave up her magic and her body to him before… with the dark powers of the London Coven behind her, will she be able to break free from his grasp for good?

[technowoah]

Rather Be Devisive Than Indecisive pt. 2

You weren't planning to help Techno again, but here you are with his horse.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- I really wanted to do second part anyways! So thanks a bunch!

- this story is long 😪 it'll all make sense though!

- part 1 is here!

- masterlist!

To say everything went south was a understatement. Everything went to hell, and you were currently living in it. You missed watching the sunset standing ontop L'Manburg's walls, you missed the peacefulness before the war. Maybe back then was too good to be true.

After the last encounter with Technoblade you had turned back to help Tommy and Tubbo. You tried to help wherever you could because you can see everyone drift apart, the main reason people came together was gone and dead. You tried to be a bigger sibling to both of them, and you tried to Tubbo and the former citizens repair the crater Wilbur left behind.

It took years, but L'Manburg was new and fresh again, with the help of Tubbo's new cabinet of trusted people L'Manburg was peaceful again. Tubbo had made you apart of his cabinet as well as Quackity, Fundy, Tommy and Karl. It was a new beginning.

There were days where you wondered if Wilbur would get a funeral. Schlatt had gotton a funeral, but you saw first hand how that went it wasnt a somber moment at all. It was for the best, they had mixed feelings about Wilbur and you dont blame them.

You had a new family, but there were things unkown to you, things that are being created out of your knowledge and that scared you. We have new L'manburg, but it isnt the same you dont know how long Tubbo could uphold peace in this new kingdom.

New things were created from the end of a old one.

It was a peaceful day in L'Manburg just as Tubbo promised the new citizens. You had stayed busy the whole day until a certian blonde came around your house frantically urging you to get outside and follow him

"C'mon! Just follow me! I have something to show you!"

"Tommy what are you talking about?!"

"Its VERY important, hurry! I dont want him to leave that spot."

Tommy had dragged you by the arm to the pier that evening and kept chanting that he had to show you something of utmost importance. You were trying to ask questions and keep up with his pace as he weaved through buildings claiming they were a "shortcut". Tommy stopped you at the pier and stood to your side, he was looking back and forth at the end of the pier to the water and back to you again.

You were about to ask why you were there until you saw a familiar man.

"Oh! Hello! Tommy who is this?"

He was pale, no, he was transparent. He looked pale, the sunset's dull rays made it seem like he still had skin. He had a yellow sweater on with brown pants and black shoes. He looked comfortable, he looked free. Next to his side there was a sheep on a leash with blue dye, you noticed it was poorly dyed too the dye was dripping from its wool. It was Wilbur, physically, but it wasn't HIM.

"He's Ghostbur." Tommy whispered to you while he stood between you two.

"Yes, I'm Ghostbur!" The ghost cheerfully said.

"This- this is y/n. Dont you remember?" Tommy cautiously asked Ghostbur.

Ghostbur had a look of confusion and curiosity on his face. He seemed so pure compared to when he was alive.

"No..I can't, but I would love to know." He stuck out his hand in a greeting.

"Hi I'm ghostbur!"

"I'm y/n." You said lowly.

You tried to reach out and grab his hand but it went straight through. You hated it, he's gone and you couldn't bring him back. It isn't him, but Ghostbur maybe better, Wilbur is gone and thats okay. Something came out of nothing, you kept telling yourself that everything was okay, but now seeing Ghostbur so naive and pure and free of the world's weight you believed everything would be fine.

"Im sorry. Im transparent, and I have no flesh." Ghostbur smiled.

"That's fine." You paused looking for the right words. "Do you know what you did? To L'Manburg?"

"Believe me, he dosen't. I tried." Tommy said to you.

"I couldn't belive I would do such a thing." Ghostbur added on.

"He shares no memories of Wilbur. Basically a new person." Tommy continued.

"That's great." You perked up. "It's bittersweet ya know. But Im happy you're here Ghostbur!"

"Im happy I'm here too, and Im happy I met you today." Ghostbur smiled at you while his sheep walked towards you, he unknowingly rubbed up against you putting blue dye on your clothes.

"Oh! This is Friend! I forgot to mention him to you. You can pet him!"

You didnt want to. He was dripping with dye, but you did it to appease Ghostbur. Tommy cringed while you petted the slightly wet, blue sheep. Once you were done your hand was blue, you rubbed it on your clothes that were already blue.

"I think he likes you." Ghostbur cheerfully said.

You were so thankful for Tommy bringing you to that pier. It was the closure you needed to move on and focus on building a new life for all of you. A peaceful life, but it seemed too good to be true. Days went by like normal and that sometimes was too much for you. You worked on new buildings and worked with Tubbo's cabinet too, that was a new normality for you.

The unknown scared you, but you had your family here. You had made amends with them and now and this is what you wanted. But then again it all seemed too good to be true.

Nobody had told you anything, you weren't in cabinet meetings, nor around Tubbo or Tommy. You felt shut out, you felt sick. The cabinet had decided to do something about Tommy and Dream started to become involved in Tommy's predicament. Soon after Tommy was in court, stripped away of his vice presidency, and had been put on probation.

Tubbo had come to you about Tommy being exiled. There was a huge meeting with the cabient and Dream about that situation and you had stayed silent the whole time. You wanted what was best for L'Manburg, but Tommy was like a brother to you, you couldn't send him away to fend for himself. You could see the confliction on Tubbo's face as he was going through the same dilemma as you were.

In the end Dream gave Tubboo 3 days to chose if to exile Tommy or not.

Tubbo had talked to you about the situation before the second day came. You two were in the same boat when it came to exiling him. You two had came to a conclusion, Tubbo just had to talk with the rest of his cabinent for a final conclusion.

The second day came and the plan switched immediately when Tommy came and introduced it. He wanted to fight back against Dream, of course he did, but he wanted another man to come and help. They wanted Technoblade to join their revolt. Quackity and Fundy agreed with the idea, but Tubbo was more cautious. You hated it.

Technoblade wasn't a subject nor person you wanted to be associated with ever since that night in Pogtopia. After all this time you had forgotten about him, you had forgotten your failed attempt at rekindling your friendship until now.

Tubbo was cautious, but you were 100% against it. Tubbo agreed with the rest of the cabinet and Tommy. They eventually asked you, and of course you said no, but it didn't matter, majority rules in this case.

You all approched Dream intop of the obsidian walls with your final decision.

"We have come to a decision. Look around." Tubbk leaded.

"There's giant, obsidian walls." Dream answered calmly.

"There is, there is Dream. And that's a problem, okay? This is funny actually." Tubbo turned back to Tommy. "Tommy, I am- I am so sorry."

Tubbo continues to talk to Dream. "I have come to the decision, that it'll be better for the nation the most logical thing to do is for Tommy to be exiled from L'Manburg."

"What?"

"Tubbo?!"

"Teaming up with Technoblade is an awful idea! It's an awful idea!"

Oh thank goodness.

"We just had this conversation!" Fundy yelled.

"No! No! Okay?! Nothing! Involving any kind of conflict is not safe for this nation! You've undermined my authority from the get go! Okay! All of you! No one here has respected me. You all jump on these merry little bandwagons of destruction. It's not okay!"

Tubbo was livid. His face was turning red and will keep doing so if he kept yelling. You felt a familiar breeze beside you as you saw Ghostbur standing next to you and behind Tommy. He smiled at you and continued yo listen to Tubbo's angry speech. You wondered why he was here, why he showed up at times and then left. Like he only needed to listen and not give any input.

"You cant go back on the plan now?! What the hell?!" Tommy yelled.

"When I was sworn in I made a promise to do what was best for the nation. And right now, Tommy you, your presence here is not the best for his nation."

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you think ghostbur noticed. You were happy that you didnt need to see Technoblade again, but you were going to lose what you would call a brother. You started to backtrack on your final decision, you belived Tubbo was in thr right. Tubbo wanted what was best for L'Manburg and what was best for L'Manburg was for Tommy to be exiled. You wished there was another way, but you know Tommy was stubborn it wouldn't work that easy.

Your mind kept wandering to if Tubbo decided to team with Technoblade. He was right there would be destruction, a huge war and probably the end of L'Manburg. You didn't want that again, you didn't want to see him again. You couldn't help but wonder if he knew L'Manburg was brand new.

"Dream, please detain and escort Tommy out of my country."

Tommy was gone. Its been weeks, four weeks to be exact. L'Manburg was peaceful, everywhere was peaceful, but you had to admit that you missed him. Fundy and Quackity tried to convince Tubbo to bring Tommy back, but he already made up his mind. He was confident in his decision, you were proud he was ruling L'Manburg confidently, but everyone was weary.

You haven't seen Ghostbur around either, he must've been floating around somewhere. It's none of your business.

The walls have been taken down and L'Manburg was independent again. There were sacrifices to be made. There were a lot of sacrifices to be made to keep L'Manburg up, and you kept asking yourself if everything was worth it. Was the discs worth that much to Tommy? Was L'Manburg even a good choice to begin with?

Was Technoblade right?

The Butcher Gang. They were calling themselves The Butcher Gang. The cabinet had several meeting and came ti the decisions that the biggest problems in L'Manburg were Technoblade and Dream. The cabinet decided not to kill Dream because of the fact that he was allies with L'Manburg, so they decided to try and kill Technoblade.

Dumbasses. You've mentioned to Tubbo that he was a very, very, very dangerous man. Tubbo has seen him before! You asked Tubbo constantly why did he wants to kill him when he says that he didn't want to team up with him. Tubbo said it was for the better of L'Manburg, but dosent he know that might cause even more trouble?

You didnt want to join them, you couldn't risk your life for something that is impossible to achieve. You separated from the cabinet, you couldn't watch them do this and you tried to stop them, but they insisted on the act.

Lately you've seen more of Ghostbur and that made you happy. It made you happy he wanted to spend time with you and it made you forget the trouble brewing in the cabinet.

"What's wrong?" Ghostbur asked while sitting on the edge of the pier with you, and Friend who was tied to one of the pier's poles.

"It's nothing Ghostbur." You said with a sigh.

"Good!" He cheerfully said.

"Can I actually tel you something?" You asked again, you wanted to get this off of your chest.

"Of course." He smiled.

You sighed and then began to speak as you looked out to the water. "It's the cabinet, its Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity that's the problem."

"But they are wonderful people! What can they do wrong?" Ghostbur suddenly asked.

"They want to kill someone, Ghostbur."

"Maybe it was a misunderstanding."

"I dont- I dont think so." You hung your head looking at your feet.

"Ghostbur, they want to kill Technoblade and I dont-"

"Technoblade?! That's my friend! Why- why would they want to kill him?"

Your heart felt heavy at his words. Another point not to kill Technoblade, you didn't want Ghostbur to hurt, not like Wilbur.

"He was a friend of mine too once. When L'Manburg first got blown up he- we betrayed L'Manburg and then spawned 3 wither skeletons to destroy the rest of the citizens." You explained to Ghostbur's disrught face.

"You wouldn't do that! You're kind!" Ghostbur exclaimed.

"It wasn't my best decision Ghostbur. People can make bad mistakes. A lot of people do. They aren't pure like you." You smiled softly at him.

A long hush fell over the two of you until Ghostbur perked up.

"We need to save Technoblade!" He exclaimed.

"Ghostbur I cant do that."

"Why not?"

"Because me and Techno aren't friends anymore." You said sadly.

"Why not?"

You couldn't answer that. You can, you can give the right answer, but at this moment you couldnt tell the ghost who suddenly stood up next to you.

"If I take you to where Technoblade lives will you feel better?" Ghostbur asked with Friend's leash in his hands.

Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity didnt know where Technoblade lives and desperately wanted to know to kill him. Maybe this was a good idea. You tried to convince yourself that as you walked side by side with Ghostbur. You had followed him through the woods as he weaved in and out of the trees. Friend was following Ghostbur as well, he wouldn't let Friend stay anywhere out of his sight.

You were getting special treatment, you were about to find out where Technoblade lived before The Butcher Gang would. Would you be considered a traitor again? Tubbo wouldn't want you back in the cabinet if you knew where Technoblade lived and you didnt tell him.

The atmosphere got colder as you two ventured on, you didnt know he would retreat all the way out here. It was snowing and you didn't bring any type of warm clothing considering L'Manburg was rather warm. Ghostbur had no problem, neither did Friend. Luckily you saw a light in the dark woods. It was further away, but you could see the light expand as you two treaded over towards it.

"That's the house!" Ghostbur pointed too.

You two reached the end of the woods and before you was an opening. There was blanket of white snow everywhere, there were footprints in the snow, but they were being covered by the falling snow above you. It was a valley and the only thing there was a beautiful wooden house. It was errie, the only civilization here was was Technoblade who lived in the house.

"It's pretty lonely." You said still cautious of the situation.

"Yeah it's sad, but we're here and it's okay!" Ghostbur said.

"Sure." You whispered as Ghostbur continues to lead the way.

You two got closer and closer to the house and you continued to try and back out. It's too late to do so now, you didnt even feel like walking back to L'Manburg after you confront Technoblade again. The two of you were heading up to his door, your heart was beating heavier as you got to his door. You brought your fist up to knock on the door, hopefully he was home because you were freezing cold. You harshly knocked on his door and awaited for his response.

You two waited for a while, but no one was opening the door.

"Ghostbur why don't you go inside?"

"I'll just peak my head in!" He answered and did so. His head phased through the door and then he came back out with a frown on his face. "No one is in there."

"Why did we come here?" You sulked and started to turn away from the door.

"Why the hell are you two here at night?!"

"Oh! Techno! Hi!"

Shit. You were looking into his eyes and you froze when he turned to you. This was the first time you've seen him in years ever since Pogtopia, you hated it. It was embarrassing you tried to become friends long ago, but that failed, and now you were here again. He probably saw you as desperate, coming back to him after betraying him.

"Hello Ghostbur. How are you?" Technoblade walked in between the two of you opening the door to his house. When he walked in he intentionally left the door open for you and Ghostbur. Luckily it was warmer inside and you welcomed it.

"Im good! But we are here for you." Ghostbur cheerfully said.

"Oh really?" Technoblade said while occupying himself with something else, not even bothering to look at the two of you standing awkwardly at his closed door.

"Yeah, Y/N tell him!" Ghostbur urged you on.

You paused for a second before speaking to Technoblade, who wasnt even paying attention. "There's these people called the Butcher Gang."

"Sounds stupid."

"Yeah it is. And they want you."

Techno scoffed. "Want me for what?"

You knew Technoblade was smarter than this. He was bouncing around the room not even sparing a glance towards you. He wasn't paying attention.

"They want to kill you Technoblade."

He stopped all of his movements, stood up to his full height and looked towards you and Ghostbur for the first time you've been in his house.

"You better not be screwing with me."

"Why would I?!" You got offended by his statement.

"I dont know, because you show up to my house out of nowhere and tell me that people are trying to kill me. This could be a setup! I cant trust-"

"Okay! The Butcher Gang is Tubbo, Quackity and Fundy. Thats all I know of who's in the group. They want to kill you because you are a threat to L'Manburg. Trust me!" You cut him off and explained.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Technoblade asked you.

"Dont kill them, but I wanted to warn you. They are being reckless and since you're out here they shouldn't bother you. They're looking for more trouble, Tubbo already has a lot on his plate, this isn't a good idea for you nor L'Manburg."

You finished your statement still weary of this whole situation. You hated being in this situation, Techno's presence didn't make you uncomfortable it was just seeing him and warning him of future danger. You two weren't even considered close, why were you here? You were here for L'Manburg.

"Okay. I'll try. No promises though." Techno smirked and continued doing whatever task he was doing.

You found somewhere to sit for the time being knowing that you two wouldn't talk. Looking around the room you realized that Friend was alone inside the house without Ghostbur. You looked outside and saw him walking from the woods again in a rushed pace. You didn't know he left, he phased back into the house.

"They say they're gonna kill you. Y/n was right." Ghostbur says.

"Were you two leading them to my house?!"

"No."

"No we didn't! We didn't even know they were coming today!" You stood up looking out the window in search of Tubbo and the rest of them.

"Ghostbur who was with them?" You asked as Techno ran around the rooms for weapons and armor.

"Um, Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity..Oh! And Ranboo."

"Ranboo?!" That poor kid. What is he doing?

"Eventhough I hate to say this. I don't trust you. Get out." Technoblade paused infront of you before rushing to the other room. "And tell them I'm not home!"

"And if that dosent work?!" You yelled back.

"Then to hell with them!"

You rushed outside with Ghostbur, hoping that the Butcher Gang dosen't notice you were leaving Technoblade's house. It was too late, they were already lined up outside with full netherite armor and gear.

"Y/n?!"

"Wait what are you doing here?" Tubbo asked as you made your way towards them.

"Im- I wanted to try and rekindle mine and Technoblade's relationship." You used an old lie to get yourself out of this situation. This was an already bad look on you, hopefully your lie would work.

"I thought your friendship ended a long time ago?" Tubbo asked again.

"It did, but I wanted to try again." This was embarrassing, now you really seem desperate.

"I see, then move out of our way." Tubbo asked you harshly.

"Uh- hey." Technoblade came out of his house with full netherite too, you weren't protected, so you will have to stay out of the way.

"Why have you guys come all the way over here to my humble abode?" Technoblade started walking towards his stable where he kelt his horse. He tried to lighten the mood, but it didn't seem to work. As he moved you moved with him trying not to be inbetween the dangerous men with swords and enchanted armor.

"You need to pay for your war crimes." Tubbo said while following Technoblade.

"That was like- that's in the past! Alright, that was a different Technoblade. Im a changed man now! Im in retirement! Im a good person now Tubbo!" Technoblade dragged on as Tubbo just hummed in response.

Quackity spoke up. "Technoblade you exploded L'Manburg with fucking withers."

"You literally spawned Withers everywhere!" Tubbo exclaimed.

"Im sorry, Im sorry Technoblade as much as you changed you have to be brought to justice for that." Quackity interrupted Tubbo.

The Butcher Gang tried to speak to Technoblade at the same time, when Technoblade spoke up over them all.

"Listen guys! I've gone through so much effort over the past month to change my violent ways! I've reformed alright? The voices, they demand blood! And I- I have been denying THEM! Ive been fighting back! Please! Please dont make me kill all of you, please just leave."

You guess he has changed, but you knew somewhere in your mind that he wasn't talking about just the Butcher Gang, he was including you too. You were somewhat confident that you wouldn't be attacked or killed, but you were terribly wrong before.

There was back and forth banter between the two of them. Techno had tried to show the gang his bees and tried to make a run for it.

"Techno!"

"Hey!"

"He's running!"

The gang started running towards him, but instead of continuing he stopped and turned to them. You were trailing behind trying to catch up to them, you kept running after them. You were not equipped for this night, you didn't know Ghostbur was going to bring you out in the open cold. You could hear Ghostbur behind you as you continued to run towards them.

"Y/N you're gonna damage yourself!" Ghostbur's voice became more echoed and further away as you tried to get closer to the gang before they got killed.

"There's no other way."

"Tubbo dont be stupid!" You were right behind the Butcher Gang.

"There's no other way!"

Fuck

"I CHOSE BLOOD!"

A cloud of smoke enveloped the 6 of you and you suddenly could see. You could only see the glint of everyone's armor.

"Y/N get behind us!" Tubbo tried to blocked you off from reaching Technoblade.

"Why didn't you bring any armor?!" Quackity yelled.

"I didn't think i was gonna be fucking out here!"

Technoblade must've set off multiple smoke bombs because the smoke wouldn't stop, the smoke made you woozy, but the others didnt seemed phased by it at all and kept fighting Technoblade. Your lungs felt full, and you felt like passing out, but you wouldn't allow yourself to do so.

"Tubbo stop this!" You yelled out when the smoke cleared a little.

"No! He needs to pay!" He said while fighting with Fundy.

The air was still hazy and you lost sight of people occasionally. Whipping your head around you were met with what felt like the butt of a axe. You quickly saw a split second of a shiny axe and then a pain in your chest spiked up. You double back and tried to recover, but then you've been sliced in the thigh and a deep cut in your side taking you down to the ground. You were bleeding out and desperately trying to heal the wound in your side. You felt your consciousness slowly slip from you as you laid on the snow. The warm contrast of your blood compared to the cold snow was sad. You always get hurt, no matter what you do. It's inevitable, and you finally gotten used to it.

The last thing you heard was yelling, but it slowly faded out.

You were warm, and not in the middle of nowhere anymore. You opened your eyes to see yourself staring at a polished wood ceiling, the soft pillows and blankets around you made everything feel so much better. Your whole body hurts, you dont want to move nor do you want to remember. Thank goodness that someone had patched you up, you didn't want to die. You tried shifting your body but the pain in your side was denying any movement.

"Oh! You're awake thank God!" A voice called out from your side. You looked over to see the half human hafl enderman sitting in a chair by a window. "I thought you weren't gonna wake up! Tubbo and the rest if the cabinet was worried as well."

"Were you the one who patched me up?" You asked carefully.

"Yeah! Luckily I can see in that fog, so I took you away and patched you up." Ranboo smiled.

"Who- who hit me?" You asked trying to sit up again.

Ranboo paused. "Technoblade." Ranboo said in a somber tone.

"I see." You sighed.

Ranboo helped you sit back on the headboard of the bed and you two continued to talk.

"Are you mad at him?"

"Im just upset. Its okay, he said he'll kill all of us so I knew he would." You kept your gaze at you lap.

"Yeah I get it." Ranboo replied.

"I have a question ranboo!" You perked up.

"Yeah? Shoot."

"Why did you join the Butcher Gang?" You asked the taller man. He stayed silent thinking of a right answer before actually speaking.

"They were nice to me. I trust people who are nice to me, that show me kindness and treat me with respect. I know its lame, my answer isn't fully fleshed out, but that's the reason." Ranboo shrugged and you nodded.

You would love to know Ranboo more, he seems like a great guy, but he's just lost.

"Oh! I forgot! You have a letter!" Ranboo walked around the bed and brought out a folded piece of paper and handed it to you.

You unfolded it and began to read.

𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

- 𝘋

"Execution site?" You looked towards Ranboo.

"Oh yeah! Technoblade's execution is today an-"

"How the hell did you get him?!" You interrupted him. "Im sorry."

Ranboo looked shocked before composing himself. "Dont worry! Well, we took his horse hostage and he immediately wanted to surrender if we didn't let Carl go." Ranboo gathered stuff around the room. "And the execution is today, happening in a few minutes and I need to be there. I'll be back soon to check up on you!"

You nodded and continued to listen to him.

"Are- are you coming?" Ranboo sent one last glance towards you before making his way out.

"You know you dont HAVE to go." You said trying to ease the tension.

"I know. I really do know." He sighed. "Are you sure you dont want to?"

"No, Im okay." You sent him a smile.

You had lied again. Of course you didn't want to see Technoblade get killed, but that note that was left made you go to the cave. You trudged you way up to said cave, even though the pain in your side was unbearable you continued on. Once you had gotton up to the cave, you peaked inside cautiously. You saw a man in a cloak with a familiar mask on with Technoblade's horse. You knew it was Dream.

"Hello."

"Hello Dream."

"I will cut right to the chase. Take Carl and wait here. I have other work to do." He handed you the reigns to Carl and started to leave.

"Excuse me!? What do I do? Why do I wait here?!" You yelled after him and he just waved you off.

You rolled your eyes and found a stone in the cave to rest against with Carl's reigns lazily in your hands.

You didnt know what time it was, but the sun was slowly going down, it wasn't particularly sunset, but you knew it was late. Your eyes began to close until your heard screaming in the distance. You sat up slowly, now fully alert. You held Carl's reigns tighter as you backed into the cave more and more.

Footsteps were heard in the distance coming up to the cave and you thought if Dream had set you up for failure. The footsteps grew louder until a panting Technoblade appeared at the entrance at the cave. He looked horrible, he was thinking the same thing about you.

You two exchanged no words. You didn't want to say anything, what would you even say? He rushed over to Carl and started petting him. "Carl you're okay!"

You hummed as you and Techno shared a glance. He smiled at you. He smiled at you. It's been so long since you've seen him smile. He didn't need words to communicate, his eyes and smile said enough. You matched his smile and gave him a knowing nod and he did the same.

"Feel better eh?" Technoblade started conversation.

"Not really. What about you?"

"Eh- used a totem of undying just now."

"What?! Really?" You exclaimed. "I guess that's why you're here now huh?"

"Yeah I'll tell you about it sometimes." He smiled and climbed atop of his horse and you could see him thinking. "Im sorry too. You almost died cause of me. Thats is unacceptable, I shouldn't- I shouldn't have attacked you. I couldn't-"

"You cant control it. It's gonna take me awhile to recover, but..." You touched your bandaged cut. "It'll take me some time."

Technoblade nodded knowing what you meant. He could always read your mind somehow, thats what made you two work. Knowing eachother. He sent you one last silent goodbye before riding out of the cave. You knew that trust was somewhat restored, and that you two were better than before. This might be a new beginning.

A very angry Quackity came running around the corner of the cave and spotted you leaving. He whipped his head around to you.

"Hey! Where the fuck is Techno?!" He yelled at you.

"I don't know-"

"Dont bullshit me!"

"I. Don't. Know." You said more sternly. He gave you a hard glare before running away.

You went the opposite way trying to make it back to the room you woke up in before Ranboo came back.

Earlier you were desperately trying to befriend Techno, but things come more naturally you learned. You cant rush things, nor control this world. Things will fall into place, your and Technoblade's friendship will blossom again.

You will never find peace, but that's okay. You should be used to it by now. Everything is chaotic, but everything will be okay.

[a-heart-full-of-dumb]

So I've been seeing a lot of Les Amis teacher related stuff on here lately and I walked into 3 of my old highschool teachers today (yay /s). So I decided to jump on the bandwagon.

Les Amis as things my teachers have said or done:

• Enjolras: put up polls all over school during pride month to see if lgbtq+ kids felt safe (and how they could make sure people did feel safe) at school and would verbally destroy anyone who said something insulting. As well as inviting lgbtq activists to his class to make sure people got the proper education.

• Combeferre: gave a 15 minute speech about the differences between bees and wasps and why they're both important after someone killed a bee in class and called it a wasp. Or alternatively, took revenge on the student who pulled pranks on him for years by calling him in the last minute he was supposed to call people who didn't graduate and told him "I have bad news for you... you'll have to wait another minute so I can tell you you graduated."

• Courfeyrac: showed up to school with a Spice Girls shirt under his more formal attire one day. He was so exited about it he was practically jumping around when he showed us and dramatically danced to some songs before starting his class.

• Joly: that one overprotective teacher who'd constantly check if you're okay and made a fuss out of everything (they mean it well though).

• Bossuet: send an email 10 minutes before the class had started to tell us that they were gonna be late cause their dog ate their husband's hearing aids and their son had broken his arm and their bike had issues and they'd nearly fell down the stairs. Or alternatively, showed up to class with half of his face covered in bruises, a broken arm and a concussion cause he fell off his bike.

• Grantaire: often disrupted other classes with the weirdest stuff. Like this man would just randomly walk into a different class, look around, just go "just wanted to see how you guys are doing" and leave. He would also just walk in purely to start a discussion with the teacher giving the class, usually throwing in at least one reference to a book or movie. He's also walked in just to put a broomstick in the middle off the class, straight up supported by nothing and left without saying a word. (He also made jokes about his name a lot as his name was [first name] Engels, which translates to English and that's also the subject he teaches.)

• Jehan: made you deal with difficult situations by writing them down and doing music (usually group) related exercises to help you cope and calm down as well as teaching you to work together.

• Feuilly: could give you incredibly detailed speeches about almost every art supply the school owned and what you could do with them.

• Bahorel: gave a whole speech about how cool it would be to be alive during the apocalypse, because "I could say I was actually there when the apocalypse happend! That would so cool" And after the class pointed out that there wouldn't be people to tell this to after the apocalypse cause there wasn't really a society anymore he just went "I could fight zombies though!"

Bonus:

• Marius: filled half their class with a speech about Napoleon.

This was a lot harder than I thought so I'm sorry if some are a bit out of character.

[dearestones]

Yandere! Tomioka Giyuu x Reader Headcanons

Warning: Yandere behavior, possessive behavior, stalking (implied), kidnapping. 

@bellanovas Request: Hi Devin, can I please request something for yandere! Tomioka Giyuu x reader? Maybe some headcanons of what he would be like as a yandere? Or, if you prefer to write out scenarios, any scenario with him would be great too-whatever you’re more comfortable with! Thank you and good luck with your blog! 😊

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Tomioka Giyuu is a man of few words, but with pure intentions.

At least, that’s what you think of him at first.

If you’re a regular civilian:

Perhaps you meet him in the midst of a demon attack. You see him save the day (rather, night) when you should have been resting. Perhaps it’s the sound of sword ripping through flesh and bone that brings you close to him. Perhaps it’s the sounds of distress and taunting that bring you out

Whatever the case, there’s a demon disintegrating into ash and a swordsman with the most piercing blue gaze you had ever seen.

He flicks his sword free of blood and he was towards you—slowly, purposefully. Like a predator only seconds away from pouncing on his prey.

You’re frightened, but intrigued at the same time. You pepper him with questions and he answers honestly. You’re not put off by his taciturn nature or the way his words are short and to the point.

Intrigue overwhelms you and with it, you want to know more.

However, he dismisses you, his voice commanding you to go back home and his eyes still poring into your own.

You don’t mind.

You tell him that you think he’s very noble and that you hope to see him again—a wish you don’t take too seriously, but one that has his eyes widening in surprise.

You leave.

You don’t notice that he keeps a wary eye out for you as he keeps track of your movements until you reach your home safely.

If you’re a Demon Slayer:

You’re not one to jump the bandwagon, but you can’t help but notice how most of the Demon Slayer Corps don’t really take note of the Water Hashira.

Yes, he’s skilled and proficient when it comes to slaying demons—heck, he even created the newest Water Breathing Technique—but not a lot of your coworkers can say that they truly know him.

From what you can hear, he’s a loner—cold, arrogant, standoffish.

Aloof.

You’re intrigued.

However, you don’t plan on meeting the Water Hashira.

At first.

You see, there’s only so many missions you can take before you suddenly happen across a trove of powerful demons on a mountain that you rarely, if ever, visited.

Spider demons, you heard, and while you’re skilled enough to slice lower ranking demons, there’s something about these certain demons that make you struggle more than what you’re used to.    

Many of your coworkers have fallen prey: either they have already been killed or (like you) have been manipulated and pulled by invisible strings.

You’re fatigued.

You’re wary.

And, when you think that the sun has completely abandoned you, you hear the sound of a sword slicing through the air.

It’s a telltale sound—one that you’ve been well accustomed to over the years. However, there’s something… more powerful, more grounding to this sound. It’s like listening to the waves thundering onto the beach, or the thundering of a storm as heavy raindrops pelt the ground.

You’ve heard sounds like this when compared to those who practice the Water breathing technique, but never before had you heard it in such great detail.

Before you can ponder why, the strings that hold you tight and under the thumb of one of the spider demons suddenly pull taut and loosen, leaving you to fall onto the ground.

Groaning, you don’t notice that there’s a figure kneeling at your side.

Once you do, you’re greeted by the most piercing gaze you’ve ever seen: dark blue encircling a dark black pupil.

You must have been gaping or perhaps the man is too familiar with this situation because he sighs a little to himself before he gets up to his feet and offers his hand.

It’s at that moment, you realize it’s the Water Hashira. For a moment, you ponder the rumors, but you brush them aside.

He saved you, so he must be somewhat kind.

So, it surprises him (and yourself) when you smile and thank him for his hard work.

“Mr. Tomioka! Please have my thanks for saving me!”

You bow low and head off to catch any lingering demons.

You don’t notice that the Water Hashira is left holding his hand that you had touched, a brief look of confusion on his face.

He didn’t think that you would actually take his hand.

Regardless of how you meet, Tomioka Giyuu reacts the same.

You intrigue him. Your kindness is something that few afford to give him while he has his duties as a Hashira. The lower ranked Demon Slayers are too wary of him, almost as if they are scared of him. His fellow Hashiras are people he can barely relate to—and he feels like he doesn’t belong with them.

But—

As he gets to know you—on and off the field—he realizes something crucial.

He belongs with you. You belong with him.

And so, with a mixture of kind words and underhanded tactics that he can easily rationalize as something that was necessary not only for himself, but for you, he whisks you away to his estate.    

He wants to keep you safe.

He wants you to stay away from danger.

After witnessing the deaths of those closest to him, how would he feel if he were to lose you too?

MISC:

Sometimes, he makes you wear his haori. It brings him closer to his loved ones and after you’re done wearing it, you’ll smell slightly like him and the fabric will smell like you.

Despite his appearances, he knows how to handle a comb. If you have long or short locks, he doesn’t care, he will brush through them with care. If you don’t have much or any in the way of hair, he’ll massage your head until you’re nothing but a puddle of putty in his hands.

He will encage you in his sleep. After having been part of the Demon Slayer Corps for so long, he will startle and awaken at any slight movement or sound that he knows isn’t part of his immediate environment.

If you act out, he won’t be angry. He won’t hurt you. But he will be sad and disappointed. Punishments will depend on how egregious your actions were. However, he is always fair and kind. (You think him too kind at times, but you know that this is all so wrong).

His favorite pastime is the both of you sitting on the engawa, a comfortable silence between the both of you.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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KIMETSU NO YAIBA (DEMON SLAYER) MASTERLIST

[sagesparrow394]

Idk man I just think if Phil, Tommy, Ranboo and Charlie, people who were his friends for years and even ran a collab channel with him, and Quackity, who he had literally done a yearly stream with just a few months before, were immediately willing to completely cut him out and remove him from Sorry/QSMP, then maybe that might indicate he’s a bad person who’s done some seriously terrible things. I doubt any internet rando’s speculation trying to attack Shelby’s story can stand up to whatever they know behind the scenes, or else wouldn’t they come to his defence? The fact they didn’t is extremely telling.

When it comes down to it, there are probably more discussions that have happened and details revealed behind the scenes we are not privy to because… these are real people we’re talking about who probably don’t want (or legally can’t have) every detail of this incredibly serious situation put out into the world for everyone to see. Multiple big content creators have reason enough to publicly support Shelby’s story and drop a friend, and to me that says enough

It’s either that or you believe all these other ccs just ‘jumped on the bandwagon against Wilbur and betrayed him so they wouldn’t be #cancelled :(((‘. In which case what the fuck are you doing on my blog where I post about how I’m such a fan of Charlie Slimecicle. Shouldn’t you hate the guy for ‘turning against your fav’. Get out of here. Block me and move on, I don’t give a shit, it’ll make my life better and you won’t have to see my posts like this. Bye bye

Just had a Wilbur supporter reblog a post of mine, so just a reminder Wilbur supports are not welcome around here!!! He’s an abuser, with allegations from multiple people, and he admitted to it. Friends who were closer to him than you ever will be dropped him, and it’s harmfully parasocial to believe you know him better than they do

And if you’re reblogging my posts about Charlie Slimecicle, here’s a reminder he publicly posted support for Shelby and is no longer friends with Wilbur

[spiritualviolation]

jumping on the trafficsona bandwagon!! not gonna tag bc im shy but thanks to @/chrisrin for starting the trend!!

info about my guy under the cut!

- you can give him absolutely any name you want to give him, but if you don't wanna put that effort in, you can just call him evan. but he's absolutely open to any name you give him (unless they're slurs then... yknow. of course not)

- the markings on his face has always been there even on his green life, i just couldn't draw it in his regular profile due to the angle of his face.

- the markings on his thumb is the same of both hands while the ones on his index finger (as shown in pic) is also on the other 8 fingers. nothing special about them, he just likes to have them. same goes with all his accessories and jewelry, he just likes to have them. do they make him look ostentatious? yes. does he care? absolutely not.

- yes, he will go shirtless on his red life. it's purely impractical but he will absolutely do them for no reason other than he wants to. (he will still wear armor while fighting, he's not that big of a doofus) (or he will just wear the turtleneck crop top. either way the shirt still comes off)

- they have a pocket watch somewhere on their person. but they'll only look at it when they're alone. yes, it's his prized possession and will not tolerate anyone who steals it or uses it against him.

- the gems on his horn accessories and earrings are his life indicator. on yellow life, they'll all turn yellow but everything else about him will remain pretty much the same.

- i haven't rlly thought about his deaths but he's most likely to die while caving, or in the nether, or during pvp. in last life, he might be dealt 3 lives, and would not think to ask anybody for more.

- has a bit of a temper. he does try to control it however, but more often than not he is very easily riled up. he is also easily excitable.

- despite his appearance, the man is actually just a bit reclusive. he'll definitely be open to talk to people and maybe just be a bit nosy with any interesting business, but aside from that, he's a very reserved and secretive person.

- impulsive and reckless. very no thoughts head empty. but if the situation calls for it, he can be tactical to a certain degree. he's more to spontaneity and improvising.

- tells lies whenever he feels like it. there's a strange thrill to it, even if it's unbelievable or not. do not trust him to pass on any information to other people.

- has a huge soft spot for animals, namely cats, pandas, foxes and frogs. if he hears you have killed any of them even once, he will personally hold a grudge against you.

- will try to set up a hidden underground bunker far from his visible base, but will most likely either forget its location or its existence entirely unless he respawns there.

- if you suddenly hear singing while caving or in a forest, that's most likely him. he sings a lot whenever he's alone while gathering resources.

- will be open to join any alliance if offered. though he will mostly keep to himself and can be inattentive, he will lend aid to his allies whenever he can. and rest assured he will not betray his allies, nor will he take so lightly to betrayal. but will he die for them? ...who knows. but he may join an alliance if for nothing more than slightly higher survival skills.

- on his red life, he easily succumbs to the bloodlust. of course he isn't the type to attack anyone on sight, but he will gladly join the other reds in hounding the other players as a pack. however, if he joined an alliance before that, he will not go after anyone from his alliance (except if he dislikes them then it's fair game but only for them), and he won't betray his fellow reds even under the deal of being given a life.

there might be more but maybe i could join an rp server for it... 👉👈

[blee-bloop-im-a-bee]

a scuffed scuffed podcast summary/liveblogging?

(mostly focused on dream, quotes might be off but its the general gist, timestamps not exact to second lol)

- Praise and congratulations all around for Sapnap and Punz’s valorant skills 

- Dream: “well I woke up this morning and I found out I was a racist soo..” (context: Someone asked Jack how he felt about the Queen being racist and he replied that doesn’t really know anything about that and that he didn’t really care)

- They didn’t get into it though, Train said he was never going to get into Dream’s drama on this podcast (which he remarks is because it gives him anxiety, but I appreciate him for doing it nonetheless)

- on Tubbo joining in: Train confirming he would need a different cast because he’s concerned about Tubbo’s audience (& parents) and wants to set up another podcast properly where it would be more appropriate for them, to which Dream comments is respectable.  

- Dream mentioned geoguessr

- after Train’s weird (/lh) intro for dream 1:22:00---

     Dream: “You didn’t mention--oh nevermind it’s fine” 

     (Me, wondering if he was talking about his drama still)

     Train: “OH YEAH, AND ONE OF THE FATTEST C**** IN  HISTORY”

     Dream laughing and going “you didn’t mention it, you mentioned it for everyone else..” 

- Ludwig on having to limit his subs: yeah I’ve had to limit them but I found that some people have still managed to get around that

     “I don’t think anybody would try to get around that”- Dream

- They talked about the david dobrik drama, I didn’t care so much for the topic so I spaced out but Dream put in some thoughts about someone’s apology it seemed like he wasn’t on board with it (sorry I wasn’t paying attention)

- Dream, was that you that mentioned jenna marbles? (1:41:35) crumbs of my favorite ccs colliding??

- Dream: acknowledging the difficulty of females coming forward to speak out against creators for fear of being lashed out at by the fanbase (1:42:00)

- Abdou: Do you think big creators actually don’t realize the power they have?          Will: I think it’s more that they start forgetting that their fanbase are still real people... (neat food for thought, they were still talking in the context of david dobrik but because they were also mentioning how he achieved fame at a young age, i couldn’t help but think about dream)---- dream said nothing during this part

- topic on among us, Dream chiming in at 1:51:00 (spaced out didn’t listen)

- spaced out more, dream’s face reveal went trending on twitter apparently just cause of an earlier mixup when punz’s face showed up in the box where dream’s name was 

- in the background, dream was also on his private twt to reassure a fan commenting on how moe brought up dream’s fans negatively (i remember moe bringing us up but i didn’t catch the context)

- ~2:10:00 ish?? Youtube talk, dream didn’t say much :(

- Dream once again declaring that Ludwig will definitely keep streaming until the end of the month and that he’ll make sure of it

- Ludwig saying Dweam

- Ludwig not leaving until he heard Dream say goodbye which dream claims he did, and that Ludwig couldn’t pick and choose his goodbyes. Ludwig threatened to ban Dream’s alt to which Dream was like “NO no no don’t i want to be able to read your chat”

- Dream, loudly: “I have never had sushi” (not unprompted, they were talking about sushi, but I just liked how he said it-- he used the voice)

- Dream lore: He had walmart sushi. He got roasted for it (deserved)

- Talking about cancel culture:: ~~2:53:00        2:57:30 Dream brings up his drama and summarizes it but does agree that if he those videos about him been true, he should be cancelled (I think that was his gist?)

      Train’s point is that there is too many people who are quick to cancel, but when they are wrong, do nothing to make things right ie. Johnny Depp situation

      Moe acknowledging that theres a culture of bandwagoning on hating on popular creators

       3:01:00 Will bringing together all the points & mentioning Kacey and kpop stans bringing up the time they bought out trumps speech tickets- and hopes that all of the stans (kpop, minecraft) continue to have this passion when they turn 18 to affect the ballots

- Train talking about weebs and about to go a buck fifty, dream and karl were warning him to “be careful” lmao (i think train said something about how its always the ones with anime pfps saying the weirdest shit)

- I wonder what dream is doing while they’re all talking about manga/comics- I’m waiting for him to come in and say: I have never watched anime in that voice he didn’t end up saying this

Dream: “Gorillas are really strong..” King kong vs. Godzilla convo

Dream saying something about spiderman, then Train calling spiderman a pussy and like wtf man I was starting to think you were alright, and then talking over dream?? unforgiveable. /j

-oop they’re going back into cancel culture when Train reads out a tweet: ~3:34:00     I can’t summarize this, this is a little too deep for my sleepy brain, but I feel like train is talking about how quick to judge people are almost being ready to jump the gun just to cancel someone thinking that that person wanted to cancel him, but Dream is pointing out that both sides don’t really understand each other and that person probably wasn’t trying to cancel Train. Jack also spoke up to help clarify to which you could hear Dream agreeing.

     Dream acknowledges that there is a need for creators to make an effort to understand discussion that goes around and to be respectful at the same time, admitting that he’s reacted in anger in the past and disregarded discussions. 

     ^ There were a lot of points made, and I didn’t get all of dream’s responses. It was interesting conversation because we have Train being honest and venting his frustrations about cancel culture which I can sympathize with.  Dream (and Jack) spoke up a lot during the whole thing to try to shift Train’s point of view and the things he said were really admirable 

     Dream brings up the thing that happened with charlie a while back and said he dm’d charlie about that misunderstanding as dream puts it- and says that they are good now and saying something along the lines of open communication being so important

- Someone: “the only thing that matters is that my wife doesn’t cancel me.”      Dream: “that’s really sweet”  <- no u

-  “Would you let your kids watch on Twitch” Dream: As long as you’re aware and know about Twitch and Youtube, and as long as you teach your kids internet safety it should be fine

- Dream, on Train saying he hopes everyone will still be friends with him after this: “I actually hate you now” (in a joking tone). Dream wants to play among us with Train.     Dream, prompted to say one nice thing about Train and also the last words he said on the podcast: “An attractive motherfucker.”

[megablade]

(saying this as a north american) we also have a deadly heat waves like every other few months lol. i don't know that it's really a problem lol (this is not to start discourse, basically just saying the guys a minecraft youtuber, heatwaves are very common? why drag him into it now? it has nothing to do with him)

yeah Exactly... this kind of veers off topic but i've been thinking about it and. the polarity of the internet's perception of dream is funny because you either 1) hate his guts or 2) you like/tolerate him:

the people who hate him will use any reason to dogpile horrible accusation after accusation after him and there's no point in trying to correct them because they're Dead Set on the idea that dream is this evil corrupt 1% racist person who's exploiting his "young impressionable audience"

the people who like him are instantly labeled as mindless, brainwashed, and toxic "dream stans" (not to say some AREN'T because there are plenty of unhinged people out there, but it's definitely not ALL of them who are like that)

the people who tolerate him either don't care about him Or they end up jumping on the bandwagon of disliking him because it's the "woke" to do

it frustrates me because can anyone name a single dream can do publicly without twitter trending "dream neg" or tumblr spreading misinformed posts with 30k notes on it? like, upload a minecraft manhunt? donate to a lgbtq+ charity? release merch that his fanbase asked for? put a song on spotify?

dream was the definition of Some Guy a year ago and the people who are asking him to speak on issues he's literally not educated about are setting both him and themselves up for failure. if he stays silent and does nothing, he's a terrible person and he's actively allowing Bad Things to happen. if he speaks up and thereby does Something, it's not enough he could've done more it's performative activism he's a terrible person he shouldn't speak on this topic etc etc

there isn't a situation where dream comes out even vaguely on top, esp as a 21yo who had no experience in handling fame but now faces hundreds of thousands of vitriolic comments on a daily basis ...

OBVIOUSLY no one needs to Like dream and i'm not expecting the haters to suddenly reflect on why they're so obsessed with a Literal Minecraft Youtuber because 1) that's not how the internet works and 2) i don't. Want that to happen like Obviously dream's content isn't for every person on the internet, not to mention he IS definitely prone to messing up & occasionally putting his foot in his mouth on some hotheaded impulse. but i think there is a line between genuine cc crit (which is a Good thing btw & i 100% support) and just straight up twisting every word & action someone says into something malicious because they just Hate dream.

also what the Hell is dream is going to do about the literal weather the man plays MINECRAFT FOR A LIVING

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

21. Why Does She Do Anything?

“Why did she do this?” 

“Why does she do anything?” 

That was the last bit of dialogue that Grace had heard before she left the center and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. About the turmoil in their voices. About the struggle in their faces. About her laughter when she was arrested. About the blood splatter on her mugshots. Why does she do anything? Everything that Grace had ever done had been for them! And this ONE time, one time, she couldn’t do something for herself?

And what would the next response had been? What were they thinking of her, in this moment. She had broken a promise. She had turned her back on a mission. She had left them, yet again, this time for good. Because even if she could gain their trust back, they would never give it, now. 

And what did it look like? The moment that she found the man who did her wrong, who put her in the warehouse, who put her on the streets and on the Apex path… NOW, she was ready to quit on them? Selfish. Deceitful. Manipulative. They must think so many nasty things about her at this moment. She couldn’t stand it. But, she couldn’t change it, either. She was sure of it. She needed to get out of this and the best way to tell them was face to face. 

Sunny’s face went through so many changes, from the shock of seeing her in the center, to the worry that she might not be able to approach, to the happiness when Grace acknowledged her, to the… to what happened after she told them all…

.

Sunny had removed her faux locs again, allowing her scalp the breath that she felt it needed and thought about jumping on the bandwagon and making it pink for the spring. She had been feeling sick lately and credited that to the stress and the recent meltdowns. Xander eyed her suspiciously as he wiped down every surface of everything she touched with pandemic paranoia. “Boy, if you don’t move…” she warned when he wiped the refrigerator door moments after she shut it (she wasn’t even done in there).

“There is a pandemic, Sunny. Nobody is taking this seriously.”

“I DON’T HAVE NONE OF THOSE SYMPTOMS!” she screeched, then said, in a lower, but just as agitated voice, “Hell, if anything, my ass is pregnant.” She laughed a little bit, but he froze. She glanced at him, “I mean… I’ll be honest. I haven’t kept up with my bc and my period hasn’t shown up, but I’m also stressed. Very stressed. Do you know that motherfucker LIKED my comment?” She finished making her sandwich and shoved things back into the fridge, which Xander reflexively wiped off again, this time lost in thought. “He did that shit on purpose,” Sunny complained. “To get under my skin and he right. He got under it. But he won’t ever know that.”

“Are you gonna take a test?” Xander asked. 

She was chewing, “About Simmons getting under my skin?” Xander took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. “Oh. About being pregnant? My period gets messed up when I’m under duress. Grace getting injured and all of that, separating from Todd’s day, and just all the shit, PLUS, a pandemic, in our lifetime? I just have too much going on to be worried about…”

“I’m gonna buy a test,” he said. She knew that he meant that and there wasn’t a point in arguing. She’d take it for him. She still owed him a nice gesture after wrecking his apartment and not cleaning up one portion of it. They were at her place, now. Xander had been considering finally giving the apartment up, anyway, and she didn’t have to pay much at her house because a friend of her family’s owned the place and felt bad for her after the kidnapping situation, so tried to help her with letting her pay what she could afford. She had always been expected to take it a lot harder than she had. She always took things easier than people expected her to, and when she didn’t, they were rarely around to see it.

So, whenever she made her way to the Infinity Train Foundation Center, holding the birthday gift basket that she had put together for Grace (most of the items either made by herself or handmade and ordered from some places she loved), she was prepared to shield herself from however Grace handled their first face to face in months. 

She had known Grace for so long and knew how she was and how she might respond to most things, but she had never gotten on Grace’s bad side before and aside from whenever she was locked away, they had never not spoken. So… she didn’t know what to think.

Grace had been in her train car for days. She had only let a few people in and out. The one that introduced himself as Heath (the little girl who followed him around even stood outside during those visits), Hazel, from the house, and her second in command, who they called 747. They never said whatever his name was, just like they didn’t say Grace’s name. So… they at least kept some steward protocol… or like… they were scared to let people know who they were. That made sense, because those two were bad news. 

When Todd had been shot in the face, Sunny thought that she might be next. Jax grabbed her by the shirt and dragged her along with him, but she was hysterical, in shock and couldn’t move her feet. 747 came running and Jax let her go and rushed off. Why he didn’t shoot him too, Sunny wasn’t sure for a while, but she wasn’t thinking it in the moment either. Instead, she watched Grace hold Todd close to herself, crying and watched the other kids attack Jax’s car as he sped away. 747 came back to Sunny and asked her, “Why’d he bring you?” 

“I brought him,” she admitted, too shook up to lie to protect herself. “I thought.. I told him… He said that he wanted to make sure Todd was safe…” Realization dawned on his face and she didn’t even notice it, but she told him, anyway, “I deserve to be there, dead. This is my fault.” 

747 folded his arms and instructed her, “Don’t say that. I’ll talk to 148. I’m sure she won’t blame you.”

She was starting to clear her head a little, but only enough to converse, “But, I did this. I told. This was my…” He was upon her before she could say more.

“I said don’t say it!” He fussed through his teeth, then he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to Grace. “Ma’am?...” Xander said, as Grace sniffled, her crying had gone down some as she reached into her fanny pack to get something that not even he had realized that she had on her person. It was some baby clothing. She tucked it into Todd’s pocket and stood up, blinking away tears to face 747. “This is…” He looked at Sunny, realizing that he hadn’t gotten her number.

She stared at Grace. Up close, she looked even scarier than from afar. She was much taller than her, most teenagers were. Sunny had always been short, but she was also several years younger. The older girl leaned forward and shook her head towards her like she had been waiting on her to say something.

“1000!” Sunny blurted out. Grace narrowed her eyes. “The Grand…” she jumped, as though she had been hit when that nickname came out of her lips. “Sunetra…”

“Sunny?” Grace asked, her demeanor changing a little bit, but a small enough bit that it didn’t make Sunny feel safe. She nodded, crying. Grace looked at 747 and said, “747. Bring her back with you.” He hesitated, but she continued, “Send 808 to the house. I’m taking this team and we’re going to ramsack it.”

“But other kids live there! Little ones. Ones younger than 214!” Sunny said. 

Grace turned around at her and glared, “I don’t know any 214,” she said. “He was always Todd, and you know that.” Sunny nodded and put her head down. “747, as you were.”

“148, I really need to tell you about 1k,” he tried.

“That can wait,” she said, waving a hand. “808. Pronto.” She waved the team that she had with her along. 

Sunny watched them go until she was blindfolded. She squealed, but heard 747 say, “I couldn’t get to that steward in enough time to spill his blood at this crime scene, but if you try anything… I’m not a very patient person, 1k.”

“I understand,” she said. 

He brought her to the train, which she didn’t know how to get to or where it was and took the blindfold off. “808. Report to the house. Bring your kit.” 

The girl who greeted him looked really excited for a moment, then she looked at Sunny, “Who is this?”

“1k,” 747 answered. “She’s from the house.”

“Where’s Todd?” the one called 808 wondered, casually. Not even noting that anything was wrong yet as she kissed 747, and made it her business to be over the top and let this little 1k kid know the deal. Sunny was in shambles. How this girl couldn’t see that was beyond her. But, in the kiss, the girl sensed something. “Wait… where is he? Did they go to the house to get him?” she wondered, still more curious than worried. 

When instead of answering he said, “Watch her real quick,” and began gathering their older kids to go with 808, the girl finally looked worried. She looked at Sunny and asked, “What happened tonight?”

“Steward killed Todd,” Sunny said, unable to play along with whatever holding back or curating that 747 wanted to do. 

808 clenched and unclenched her fists, muttered, “Thank you, 1k.” Then, gathered a metal box and a gas can. She and 747 met up and exchanged words, then she took the older kids and left. 747 came back to where Sunny was and nudged his head, “Plenty of seats,” he said. Then, he watched her like a hawk for the hours it took the others, including Grace to get back. 

He’d talked to Heath, that little girl who followed him, and 808. He would have Heath watch her whenever he had other things to do, which he did, because he had to run things while Grace was… Sunny could only guess. Coping, falling apart? Whatever she was doing in there, it was all Sunny’s fault. Even if 747 wouldn’t let her say it. He would give her a candy bar or a bag of chips or something to snack on. Heath would give her a fruit or a vegetable. The little girl would stare at her sometimes, but turn away any time she noticed and never said a word to her. Some of the other young kids had been outside of the house, watching it burn when authorities arrived at the site of the burning. Sunny thought, “Surely, they must have been brought home!” If only! If only she had been there, she might have been able to go home too. Now, she would die, probably. As soon as Grace got the strength to come out of her train car. 

“1K!” 747 called out from the door of it, then pointed his thumb inside. She rushed over, and he offered her a small smile before meeting up with 808, Heath and the little one… 227, she was thinking after a couple of days, but she wasn’t sure, because they hadn’t actually been introduced.

747 glared at her and nudged his head towards Grace’s train car. She nodded and went in. It was… interesting, to say the least. She had treasures in there. Mirrors, make up and garments. She had stolen goods with those security tags still on them and a supply of knee pads and masks that Sunny was sure were stolen too. The place had been moved about. The seats were arranged in a little square, like for gatherings, with a little table in the middle and the only other seats in it appeared to be for sleeping on one side and storage on the other. 

“Sunny?” Grace’s voice called, fake cheer in it. Sunny rushed to her and she had arranged a little… tea party of sorts. She had an actual tea set, that Sunny couldn’t help but think was stolen, and stuff on the table, including cut up corn dogs, cookies and fruit. “I got Hazel a tea set as a housewarming present,” she said. “She picked out some tea. It sucks, but I drank it anyway. Want some?” Grace extended her hand and Sunny sat across from her. She got a bag of tea from a box with a bug wearing a hat on it. Why would anybody buy this? She wondered as she put her bag in the cup and Grace poured hot water from the pot. Sunny knew that they would set little fires outside of the train for warming stuff up and put them out before they left them, so the fact that it was hot didn’t shock her. She was terrified that at any moment, the girl would scald her with it and scar her for life. Steward had done that to a girl at the house. He had splashed the water on her, then made other kids put her in a cold shower to ‘shut her up.’ It didn’t shut her up, at all. In fact, Sunny would never forget her cries. She couldn’t even remember what Steward thought was so bad that she needed to be marred that way, but she remembered her cries. She shuddered when Grace put the pot down.

‘Sometimes, you have to do things that don’t feel very good to you, because you have people who depend on you, ya know?” Grace asked and picked up a piece of corndog. “Hungry?” she asked and popped it into her mouth. 

Sunny had barely eaten in these few days so she helped herself, trying not to seem too eager as Grace continued, “I didn’t do what I needed to for Todd when I left him at the warehouse. I wanted to think that when the police came and started sorting through everything, they’d find him and bring him to his mom. They didn’t. He was one of the ones that were loaded into a van as product, mostly by older kids who thought that they had more to gain staying loyal to the stewards than embracing an Apex where WE make our rules and WE rule our lives. Todd was one of 187’s…” Sunny squirmed. “107, 127, and…?” She tilted her head.

Sunny swallowed and said, “437.”

“Yeah. They were bullies. We used to joke with 747 and say, “Idk about trusting you. Those 7s are from Hell…” She shrugged, “But, Todd wound up with them. One of that man’s. He told me about you. He said that he wished that he could take you with us, but that you would never leave that man.”

“It’s different now,” Sunny said.

“You bet your ass it’s different. That man jumped ship. He took what he wanted and needed and he left the rest of you to rot. He might not even be in the city anymore.” Grace leaned forward, “But, Todd told me that you and that man were tight.” Sunny shook her head. “Oh yeah, 1k. He told me about the Grand. He told me about Sunny, though… he only mentioned Sunny a couple of times. You know who he talked a lot about?”

“Neet,” Sunny said, feeling like something was caught in her throat.

“Neet,” Grace repeated, then pulled out a cup of coffee with a lid on it from… some place. Sunny cleared her throat and had a sip of her tea. It didn’t suck, as Grace had suggested. In fact, it tasted really good. Sunny loved hot tea and after the last few days, it hit the spot. Grace cut into her thoughts though. “He said, ‘I told Neet about the signal. Don’t look at me like that. I know I’ve made her sound a little flaky at times, but she’s got my back. I’m sure of it…’” Sunny started crying into her tea and Grace stared at her, a little bit confused. “Why are you crying?”

“It was my…” Sunny imagined that 747 was staring her down, threatening her not to say it. Grace had an eyebrow raised, waiting on her to finish, but realized that she wasn’t going to. Just as well. 

“He loved you,” Grace said and put her coffee cup to her lip, “That’s what I was trying to get at. Whether he was just wrong about you or he was doing what he thought he needed to do to protect you, I know that he loved you, and that matters to me.” She took a sip and blew out a breath of wind. “Do you know what this is? It is rose, lavender, chamomile infused coffee, heavy non dairy cream, extra sugar, extra shot, and it is one of the worst things that I have ever tasted in my life, but I think that I’ll keep drinking it, because it reminds me of Todd.”

Sunny’s face perked up with curiosity. She was both very interested in learning how such a thing would remind her of Todd, and also wondering if Grace was about to confide something in her. Grace laughed and covered her heart, “So, we went to raid this bookstore, right? And I’ve been in the place before, usually to snatch books or whatever. They got a minimal security system and if you come in with a full bag, they don’t watch you like they would if you came in with an empty one, not that everybody steals books, but - I’ve stolen a lot of books,” she gestured at a shelf that looked like it was made out of… skateboards? And there were lots of books on the thing. “So, one time, we go and I’ve got my fool backpack, which I was gonna empty in the bathroom trash and fill with books, as I usually do. But, the lazy kid was on staff that day, so the bathroom trash was full and I didn’t think that I’d be able to put it in the one out front without being noticed. So… I made the decision to just empty it out in some corner of the store and like… hopefully there’s not some really well hidden camera or whatever. So. I do that, and I totally get busted. I mean, I absolutely blow my cover and lazy kid says, “You’re the one who keeps stealing books! I’m gonna have them not let you in here!” And he, no lie, snaps a photo of me with his phone!” Sunny was now smiling in excitement and trying to hear the rest. She never had public brushes like that. They robbed people at home after figuring that they could be bribed or blackmailed, or they broke in and trashed places while they were gone or something. She had never so much as shoplifted from a store, much less had a routine.

“So, I’m irked by the fact that the worst employee is busting me and I start to go FULL and I mean FULL Mrs. Monroe on him…” Grace hesitated a moment, but then kept going. Sunny had no idea who Mrs. Monroe was and didn’t ask, because Grace began speaking with this fake British accent and fussing, reliving the moment where she was poking that kid in his chest at his name tag (despite not remembering what it said at all), “How dare you, lazy kid for accusing me of stealing books. I’ll have you know that my father is an ambassador! I’ll have you know that my family has both African royalty and British old money in my history and I will BUY this entire store and fire YOU, for being the worst employee!” 

Sunny cackled and asked, “But, I mean… you’re so indignant, even though you were stealing books. Why didn’t you just run?” 

“I’m not done, girl. That’s not the point. The point is, that motherfucker physically removed my ass from the store.” They both were laughing, “And I told him, “You think I stole a book? I’ll show you stealing books!” And I gathered up my crew that night, and Todd was with us. He had went on a raid for that man, but made his way out to where I was and he was like, “Oh, you’re having a raid too? I’m gonna come to yours.” We went up in that place and wrecked shit. Xander spray painted all over the walls, Lucy got ALL the snacks from like ALL the registers. And Todd turned on the coffee machines and was like, “What’ll it be?” he started making drinks for everybody, but they were ordering stuff and he was just making whatever. His ass couldn’t read!” She laughed. “Jalicia reads better than him and they’re only like a year apart. So, he’s making whatever and the harder the order, the worst the drink, but I’m glaring at everybody, like ‘You’d better not be mean to this kid about these surely DISGUSTING drinks!” And then it’s my turn to order, so I order something, Idunno, like a caramel frappicino with extra vanilla and sugar and stuff. Now… I’m a quick observer and a very good reader and I’m making a mental note of what this little ass is putting in that cup, and then he hands it over to me… didn’t even have whatever I said right, he says, “Here you are ma'am one frappy dappy with extra razzle dazzle.” And everybody is looking at me like, “Talk that shit now. I BET you will not drink it.” And like… dude, I’ve been a spy kid before. I know how to spin a tale. I took the BIGGEST gulp of this hot ass coffee, didn’t even let their asses know it burned my tongue and esophagus and bottom lip. I smiled and said, “God DAMN that’s a good cup of coffee, Todd. I’m gonna have one of these every day when I get rich…” Sunny went from smiling to sadly staring. Grace looked at the cup. “ I wrote down what he really put in the cup on the outside of it, so I wouldn’t forget. Made a big scene of it, assuring him that he should do this for a living, because it was absolutely mind blowing coffee… We had to jet soon after, but I held my coffee in one hand, his hand in my other and had a bag full of books. We laughed and we smiled at each other, and I asked him to come back with us.  He wasn’t ready.” She took another sip of her floral coffee and said, “I paid for this one. That lazy kid isn’t working there anymore, but they still have my photo on the wall. The guy in the coffee shop didn’t even glance at it, though.” She stared at the cup and repeated, “I paid for it.” 

Sunny didn’t know if she meant the coffee or… something with Todd. But, she knew how much Todd meant to Grace. She knew how much Todd meant to her. Todd was just… he was a really shitty kid, but he was a shitty kid who you couldn’t help but love. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt so heavy suddenly. 

“It was me,” Sunny finally said. 

Grace shrugged and put her cup on the table. “The Chronicles of Todd,” she said. “He came into the warehouse when he was 2. Somebody kidnapped him. He was in the news. His family was looking for him. They couldn’t sell him, and were reluctant to sell any babies after that, because of the close watch that taking Todd had brought to that side of business. So, at the time, we had two toddlers and me and Heath took care of them as best we could. Fast forward a couple of years and the warehouse goes DOWN. I won’t take Todd with me, because even though I know he wants to come with me, I think it’ll be too hard for me to take care of him, so I just hope that the right people find him and get him home. They find all kinds of prints of all kinds of kids, and while they realize that it was a trafficking operation gone bad, the assumption is that perhaps kids killed some of the adults, perhaps short or small adults killed partners, etc. They have all of our prints and stuff, but it is such a mess, and a lot of it was damaged by fire, it's too much to sort through. They find Todd’s prints, but not Todd. His family renews hope, but he’s been hidden away in the house with 187 and that man. When I see him again, he’s so mad at me for leaving him. He can’t forgive me yet, and I don’t blame him. I should take him, anyway. It wouldn’t be the first time, and I know that he needs to be away from that man. That man was a bad one. Even in a mask, we all knew that he was one of the ones that you just feared. We all knew his voice, his body language, his silhouette. We all feared and hated that man. I’m so mad that that man made it out of the warehouse that day. But he did, and Todd wasn’t leaving him, and I didn’t take him. 

Even later still, I run this fine establishment. It's still the streets, but it's one of the best places out here that somebody can get. Sometimes, the adults try to run us off, fight us off or send the cops to break it up. But, we persevered and Todd was in a house. Nobody was scared that the cops might take them away or an adult might beat them up for a warm seat. He was fine. So, I left him. And then that man did something, and I don’t know what. Maybe it was somebody else in the house. Maybe it was just that he was ready. But… You told.” Sunny began sobbing and Grace reached out and touched her hand. “And that man put him on his knees and shot him. Now, you feel guilty.”

“I am,” Sunny could barely speak.

“Are you? Or were there so many hands in Todd’s history, so many damn small fires and chaos on the scene that… I mean, maybe we’re all at fault.”

“No. I am.” 

“Why do you think you’re so important?” Grace asked. Sunny looked up at her. “Did you feed him a bottle when he was too old, because you didn’t know when the hell a kid got off of a bottle, and when you met him, he had one? Did you look right at him, have the ability to get him away from there and then didn’t? Did you keep the same signal, after he told you that he let a flaky bitch know that plan? I’m not saying it's my fault, but, I feel like there’s more blood on my hands than yours. Literally. I had Todd’s blood all over me. I can still smell it, even though I burned everything and washed up many times. I saw his parents. I’ve ditched the train and went snooping. They had to be reunited with their kid, faceless and dead. That’s not your fault and it’s not mine. I feel guilty. You feel guilty. We did some shit, and we gotta carry that for as long as we both love Todd. But we don’t have to carry responsibility. That man killed him… and you know him best. So… I need you to tell me what you know…”

.

Sunny approached Grace, holding the gift basket and smiled, “I’m not gonna make a big thing out of everything like Xan,” she said and handed it over. “Happy Birthday.” Grace smiled and gave her a hug. “I did some shit, and I gotta carry that for as long as I love you.” Grace squeezed her tightly, remembering the reference, then let go of her and handed the gift to Simon. She would study it later. Everybody was beginning to crowd her chair as Simon put the gift away in the back of it. 

He and Sunny locked eyes and glared for a split second, then forced smiles and met up outside of the crowd. 

“Mr. Loreal,” she said and tipped her head. 

“I’ll miss our banter,” Simon told her and smiled. She frowned. Missed? What did he mean by that?” She wondered. Grace had taken the center of the room and everyone sat around her, either adjusting the chairs, or doing like Sunny, who sat up front, on the floor, with her legs crossed and back straight. 

Grace gave a tear filled speech about loving them and wanting to see it all through, but realizing, after her near death that so many bad things that you can’t control happens that all she wanted was for them to have good things and to be able to be a part of those…

Sunny blanked out.  

Grace had said all of that to say that she was done with the Apex. That she was no longer able to lead them, or keep any of her promises, or do any of the work outside of living and healing. When she went on to say stuff about the pandemic and how it was nice to be able to just stay in with Simon and just breathe, Sunny was elsewhere. The crowd began to get upset. Some were in support, but some strongly objected. 

***

Xander was simply crying and when he looked at Sunny, she was up on her feet and rushing towards Simon. “You did this! You planted this in her head. You’ve been manipulating her and gaslighting her and brainwashing her. She has fucking Stockhold’s Syndrome from being boxed in with you after the most traumatic event of her life and you’ve eaten that up!” 

“You need to step away from me,” Simon told her.

“Or what? What will you do, Simon? What?” Sunny asked.

“Grace…” Simon started. 

Grace rolled over and Simon stepped back to let her between the two of them. Sunny tried to move around her but Grace back up and got in front of her. “Look at me.”

Sunny was glaring at Simon as she said, pointedly, “You are no longer the boss. I don’t have to look at you. And won’t.”

“Will you look at me as a friend?” Grace asked. Sunny scoffed and shook her head, incredulously. “I know I haven’t been around lately and you know why I…”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Sunny said and looked at her. “I could stand here and chronicle this shit for you and at the end of it all, YOU turned your back on me. And now you’re turning your back on everybody else? AGAIN, Bitch?” Simon stepped around the chair, but Xander cut him off, staring directly in his face, daring him to move forward. 

“You don’t have a syringe on you today,” Xander reminded him, through a face mask that resembled the mouth of a skeleton. He looked at Grace, sitting her in wheelchair, trying to keep her composure, because even if she did want to fight Sunny. She couldn’t. She didn’t have the physicality to do it, and Sunny was pointing in her face and to Simon and towards the Apex, and just going off about everything. Everything that there ever was to go off about. 

She went off about how she “used what happened to Todd” to get her to stick around, knowing that she had a home to go back to, but also that she was young and wouldn’t because of her guilt and Grace’s love bombing. She went off about how Grace NEVER loved her, EVER. She was JUST like Jax! She was JUST LIKE the stewards! She was SELFISH. She was UNGRATEFUL. She was GULLIBLE. She was a TRAITOR…

***

Sunny blinked away her own tears as the room continued encouraging Grace. They understood. Some of them had already moved on, anyway. A lot of them never thought that anybody would ever find and punish the ones that had been, in the first place, so it was all still good. Sunny was still sitting on the floor. She hadn’t gotten up. She hadn’t confronted Simon. She hadn’t went off on Grace. 

Xander helped her up, off of the floor. She didn’t respond or react. He studied her in concern. This was how she was the night that they met, thrown off by the horror of Todd dying. “Did that really just happen?” She asked herself. She looked at Grace, who was leaving… with Simon Laurent. She was walking out on them… with him. “Why did she do this?” She whimpered.

“Why does she do anything?” Xander asked, practically spitting at Grace and Simon as he did. They watched the couple leave. “She did this because she wants to protect him. She’s been protecting him this whole time. That was why she reached out to him and roped him in when we know that she knew he was watching her. That’s why whenever we were trying to finally get rid of him -”

“You were trying to…” 

“She came back to save him and turned on us. That’s why she was so fucked in the head that she got herself shot by that X.”

“The fact remains… she got shot and we left her…”

. 

Sunny came into Grace’s room, surprised to find that Simon was there. Police really didn’t care what white men did, huh? He straight up murdered somebody and they knew, and there he was. He looked up from Grace to see who had walked in and Sunny immediately felt the energy of the room shift. No… it was more like it uprooted and left and another energy crashed in its place. She thought about that scene from that movie with the blond broad with the bug face… ol’ girl’s mama from Stranger Things… A Fight should have ensued right then. But, she was exhausted, too tired to even give him grief, and Grace wasn’t in the clear yet. “Is it okay if I stay?” she asked.

However she felt about him, he saved her big sister’s life and until Grace woke up and set some boundaries herself; she couldn’t speak for her.

“Is there a reason that it wouldn’t be?” He asked, voice innocent, face accusatory. 

She gave him a tight smile and came next to Grace, on the other side of her. Her left hand. Still, she thought. Always, she was sure. She reached out to touch her and noticed Simon tense up across the bed. He was touching her too, so wtf? She was very tempted to ask him, “Problem?” but she didn’t want to fight while Grace was fighting for her life. They said that she should recover, but Sunny read a lot. Medical care wasn’t as hopeful for people like them, even Grace, with her rich ass family. Sunny started crying. 

“Why are you crying?” Simon asked. When he asked it, she was jolted back to the night that she met Grace and for a moment, that small similarity softened her. But, after a heartbeat, the audacity of the question infuriated her.

“You mighta heard. My best friend got shot.”

“Did hear that. Also heard that you left her.”

“I wasn’t driving,” Sunny said and wiped her face. What was she thinking, crying in front of this shadow of a person? “And if I was, I would have run over his ass with the van. You might have also heard, I don’t mind doing what needs to be done.”

“So it's Xander’s fault, then?”

“It’s that man’s fault! Other handprints are on the situation, but one motherfucker shot her.”

“And another one left. Always the solution for this bunch. To just leave.”

She was fed up. She had always stayed when she probably shouldn’t have. She stayed with Grace, after Todd was gone. She stayed with Xander after Grace was gone. She stayed in places that meant her harm and did her no good. For this smooth handed elitist to come along and judge her family on limited knowledge from outside the club for a few months. “Sometimes, we make you leave.”

‘Sometimes, you try it…” She squeezed Grace’s hand a little too tightly and he asked, horrified, “What are you doing?” before removing her hand. She was too shaken up by her own strength to chastise him about touching her. But, they carried on like that until Grace woke up, taking jabs at each other, up until the moment that Grace came to… and Sunny didn’t want to fully believe it in that moment… But Grace had chosen him. She had already chosen him. 

What happened today was simply inevitable. 

Sunny took another deep breath and turned to the rest of the Apex, ready once again not to leave them. She could process today later. “Well, I know, I know, that you all have a lot of emotions and I see a lot of tears, but I promise that we’ll all get through it! Maybe this will help? Xander and I have some pretty good news!” She pulled out a photo of an ultrasound, “We’re adding to our family!” And the energy in the room changed for the better. Xander wrapped an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek as their friends gushed and cheered. She once wanted Grace to be a part of this, but she supposed that was over, and maybe she would have to keep looking at this photograph as what it could be - a reason for her to have to be okay with letting some things go. A reason for both of them to have to be. 

Somebody made a joke about everybody getting pregnant in the pandemic and she pursed her lips, “Um. Excuse you, sassypants. I got pregnant around VDay, so hush.” She laughed away pain. A lot. She made them laugh away pain. She filled in the blanks where she needed to. She would stay… 

22. Wrong About Her

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Everything You Never Knew About The Nazi UFO Conspiracy Theory (it’s a wild ride)

Oil.

You could tell the story of the modern world through oil.

The thick, sticky liquid is the dark glue clobbering the West together. Nations go to war, governments plot and plunder, and innocent people get caught up in the crossfire. All for oil.

But the oil I’m talking about didn’t start a war. It instead leads us to a little known historical tale. A tale that in turn brings us to the front step of a conspiracy theory.

Our story starts in Queen Maud Land, Antarctica.

It’s currently -46 degrees celsius. We are surrounded by soft, white stretches of snow and sharp, mountain-esque peaks breaching the ice.

But some would have you believe there is much more to the land lying just beyond the North Pole. According to some theorists, beneath the frost-bitten ground lies an entire hidden society. And amongst the people gathering in this underground bunker sits technological advances quite literally out of this world.

In 1938, an expedition from Nazi Germany was sent out to take control of Queen Maud Land (known then as New Swabia) in order to supply whale oil for the upcoming war in Western Europe.

Theorists, however, claimed that after the war, the remaining Nazis in Europe fled to New Swabia and may have even kept and developed their advancements in aircraft technology. Yes, it is here they keep and dispatch their UFO technology, helped only by a superhuman race or aliens!

Strap in, kids. It’s time to talk about the messy, mysterious and my-god-this-is-weird-shit Nazi UFOs.

2010 was a pretty tame year by the decade’s standards.

But in late November, a meme was born. A meme that probably relaunched a conspiracy that once thrived in a postwar world: it claimed aliens paid a visit to the guys at the top during Nazi Germany’s heyday and offered up advice for advanced aircraft technology.

Ancient Aliens (season 2 episode 5) gave us innocent viewers the lowdown on the UFOs spotted during and after the war that were supposedly related to Hitler’s regime.

This theory clusters alongside other Ancient Aliens theories - that extraterrestrials have popped down now and then to help construct vast civilisations like Ancient Egypt.

Is it true?

Is it bugger.

But the theories and the evidence put forward frame a unique time in history.

What are Nazi UFOs?

The title of this theory is far from imaginative. The theory claims the Nazis were successful in advancing aircrafts and spacecrafts during WW2. But there is also talk of postwar survival of this technology, whether concealed at the North Pole or hiding in plain sight at NASA.

We know that the Nazis made vast strides in engineering and weaponry. In fact, the ‘evidence’ route forward by theorists relies heavily on accounts from high-up figures in the Axis countries.

Take the Repulsine: this was a specialised engine built during the war. How far was the stretch from this feat of engineering to alien-tech? Is it possible that an advanced race of extraterrestrials stopped by with a few tips and tricks?

Apparently so, as put forward by the claims of the Haunebu flying saucer and the occult-inspired Die Glocke (the existence of both of these aircrafts is, of course, highly disputed).

Nazi UFO believers should get some credit, however - they at least did some research. They got their facts right on three crucial pieces of evidence, before losing control of the wheel and skidding off the track completely.

Firstly, yes, we know they claimed New Swabia in 1938 for the purpose of obtaining whale oil and potentially for imperial pursuits, as well.

And yeah, they researched advanced propulsion tech. They even created a prototype of a circular-winged aircraft that looks preeeeetty similar to your run-of-the-mill UFO.

They even get right that there were flurries of UFO sightings during the war by allied forces.

But as soon as 1950, outlandish claims emerged, mere years after Germany surrendered and the Allies claimed victory. But we need to start at the beginning.

The year is 1944.

The end of the war is just on the horizon. The Allies have liberated Western Europe from Nazi grip. But a new, surprising threat is in the soldiers line of sight, too.

It was a cold, November evening. Lt. Fred Ringwald was in a night fighter piloted by a fellow Lieutenant. As they soared above the Rhine valley, the two american soldiers spotted something in the hills of Strasbourg.

8 fiery, orange lights were staring back at them.

They were sure, as any fighter pilot in that situation, that this was enemy aircraft. And yet nothing showed up on the radar. As soon as they turned the plane to prepare to fight, the orange lights had disappeared.

Many would attribute such sightings to combat fatigue, St. Elmo’s Fire (weather phenomena during a storm where glowing plasma appears near masts) or the fact that pilots would have seen many aircrafts clogging across Europe's skies.

But soon, the sightings began to spread. And fast.

In December, a pilot saw “5 or 6 flashing red and green lights in ’T’ shape.” in the skies near Breisach, Germany. They followed him but quickly vanished.

Days later, two orange glowing lights were spotted by two more flight crews.

They rose from the earth to 10,000 feet before tailing the fighters for approx. 2 minutes. They then stopped following the allied planes and disappeared.

“They appear to be under perfect control at all times”

Keith Chester

These sightings would become so common, they’d be given a nickname:

Foo fighters.

Scientists would go on to investigate them, later decoding them as advanced German aircrafts and weaponry. As they were only spotted by allied forces, it was likely they were advancements such as the V-1 or V-2 rocket.

But after the war, UFO sightings continued to apparently connect the dots:

Project Sign, an official US UFO investigation team, linked the designs of the German Horten brothers to UFO reports. The head of the follow up investigation confirmed some of their findings:

“When WWII ended, the Germans had several radical types of aircraft and guided missiles under development. The majority were in the most preliminary stages, but they were the only known craft that could even approach the performance of objects reported by UFO observers.”

Captain Edward J. Ruppelt, 1959

It was only after the war that accounts from former officials of the Axis regimes appeared to support these claims.

The first newspaper report forging a connection between UFOs and the crushed Nazi regime was written by a former Italian Minister of National Economy under Mussolini’s regime:

"types of flying discs were designed and studied in Germany and Italy as early as 1942"

But this doesn’t suggest aliens airdropped a PDF of flying saucer designs. We know that flying saucer aircrafts can and have been created.

A similar account from a Czeh scientist spurred on another key element of this conspiracy theory.

Die Glocke.

December 9th 1965.

All is peaceful in the small town of Kecksberg, Pennsylvania. That’s about to change.

Six American citizens in Detroit, Michigan, Windsor and Ontario witnessed a fireball score across the sky. NASA later claimed that this was a meteorite or a Soviet satellite crashing back to Earth.

UFOlogists weren’t so sure.

Many claim they saw a large object the size of a VW Beetle spotted with strange symbols, like hieroglyphics, being carried out by a truck from the area cordoned off at the crash site.

UFOlogists believe they recovered The Bell, an occult-alien-hybrid spacecraft.

Apparently, such claims bear a similarity to the designs of an aircraft laid out in a Wehrmacht document about a vertical take-off craft. And then Rudolph Schirever, the man claiming he designed it during the war, gave a statement the same month something crashed to the earth.

He told Der Spiegel that he designed a craft powered by rotating turbine blades. He developed it until April 1945 at BMW in Prague before fleeing to the Czeh Republic, as it is now known. 3 years later, he claimed the designs were stolen.

He thinks Czeh agents nicked his ideas for a foreign power.

Could it have been for an underground society of failed Nazi war criminals stowed away in underground base in Antartica?

(That was a mouthful.)

Many have attached their own take to Die Glocke.

Some believe it was anti-gravitational, others claim it was a time-machine. Some claim a Nazi colonel handed it over to the US military to buy his freedom, and a few even allege that the US forces forced Nazi scientists to build Die Glocke and advance it’s anti-gravity technology.

This stuff is pretty out there.

Quite literally.

But the last bit does fit actual history: US forces did bring over Nazi scientists to advance their space technology.

Postwar Theories

When historians began to reflect on the war decades after it ended, new ideas banking on UFOs followed suit.

In the 1960s, one of these most infamous theories was put forward in the controversial book The Morning of the Magicians.

It made numerous claims about the mysterious and fictional Vril Society which was based on a novel about superhuman-angel-alien beings that lived inside the Earth. In 1935, a German engineer fled to the US spouting claims that the Nazis did indeed have a society dedicated to finding the Vril.

The Morning of the Magicians claimed the Vril Society was a precursor to the Nazi party amongst other ideas. They supposedly created flying disc prototypes and had a secret base on the moon.

Oh, and about that Antarctica underground base?

It’s so the Nazis can vanish into the Earth and meet that advanced race living down there.

Jumping onto this New Swabia bandwagon was Ernst Zündel.

This Holocaust denier (*stares into camera*) wrote many books throughout the 70s claiming flying saucers were secret weapons released from this base. He even claimed he would attempt to locate the base and reveal the Earth was crammed full of aliens this entire time!

In 2002, he let slip that it was a big ruse to bring in more cash for his publishing company.

At the end of the decade, Migeul Serrano gave it a go. He was a Nazi sympathiser and believed that Hitler was the avatar (a deity on earth) of a Hindu god. Apparently he was hanging out with the hyperborean gods (Greek gods that are stowed away at the North Pole) underground until he was ready to release UFOs and bring in the Fourth Reich.

The last, infamous proponent of this theory had physical, real-life consequences.

A year after Serrano made his claims, Richard Chase professed that Nazi UFOs had forced him to commit numerous brutal and bloody crimes under threat to his own life.

Chase is one of the most infamous serial killers in history, earning the title the Vampire of Sacramento due to his reputation for murder, rape, cannibalism and necrophilia. These claims can be traced back to his schizophrenia which prompted him to believe prison officials were poisoning his food as directed by Nazi UFOs.

***

I think sometimes it’s easier for us to frame the atrocities committed by the Nazi regime within the context of something the horror genre would spit out. We’d much rather spin tales of occult rituals and far-out entities than admit actual humans did what they did.

It’s no surprise that following the war, a surge in movies detailing alien invasion emerged. It fit the fears of impending doom from a foreign, fascist government, a reality for many nations during WW2.

What do you think is the craziest claim?

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PARTY FAVOURS | THE EMPEROR INTERLUDE

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A look on the relationship from Tony Stark's eyes. Should give you an insight as to how his character growth was plotted - that's hard to see through a first person POV so I came and delivered the "whys" behind his behaviour.

He felt the restless thrumming of the arc reactor between his ribs.

It was the first thing that drew focus of his mind as the situation at hand began to make sense. He was a clever man - the genius in him wasn't just for the academics; sure, he'd revolutionised the world once or twice or three times over the past ten years, but when it came to the rather delicate matters of the heart, he was as clueless as when he was a teenager.

The difference between then and now was only that he knew when to keep his mouth shut. It didn't matter how many poisonous articles the media sharks spewed out, he didn't hesitate to silence and shut every single one of them without a word to the one that started it all.

She lived blissfully by his side. The papers took their worst: without a direct statement, they speculated and called him a cradle robber, a moralless skirt chaser, every name in the book. She wasn't spared too: despite her young age, her social standing and vulture of a mother, the occasional "opportunistic gold-digger" comment made it's way into the NYC socialite column. She never uttered a peep, never shed a tear or even complained and he was utterly fascinated by it.

The world she was living in was much different that the one he was used to. The younger generation used to confuse him but now it was just terrifying; amongst her peers, only the most bitter, jaded ones expressed their disdain towards the press speculations. He'd taken to scrolling through the comments of her social media to make sure she knew what she was getting into by having a relationship with him; the outcome was bizarre - he didn't expect a positive response whatsoever but there they were, people born in the beginning of a new millennia, excited for her, showing their support for the girl who already had made a name for herself in the scientific community.

Another surprise - she was full of them, each day was like opening presents on christmas morning. Banner had nearly turned green when he found out that the "papichulosatan" he was corresponding with on an invite-only biological sciences themed forum was actually a teenager - she had been 16 at the time. Apparently, the inhabitants of the entire planet Earth except for the residents of his tower knew that she was something... Something else.

Not a child, not quite a woman. She hadn't acquired that bittersweetness that Tony associated with women his own age, like Pepper and many more he'd tried to form a relationship with. His girl was pure of heart, clear of soul, but in a way that complimented her maturity. Ever since that fateful night he spent two hours running around the NYC's trendiest clubs just to find her sitting alone with a sense of pride rivaling his own, he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was always on his mind and it was terrifying.

It wasn't like she suddenly made his life entirely something else; rather than changing him, she quietly complimented him in a way that suited them both. They didn't really fight because there wasn't anything to fight about. Sure, they disagreed on things all the time, but the unspoken rule to not force something on one another stood. He learned that with Pepper and she- she seemed to be emotionally mature on her own.

That's what his therapist had said, anyway, surprising herself and him. It was evident that the woman thought, to some extent, that he had made her up. But the honeymoon period passed - and Bruce had joined them - and shit happened, but she still stood quietly by his side, not intruding into his personal space but offering him a shoulder to lean on whenever he needed it. Ever since that, Tony began to feel truly invincible. Not a single event in his life had made him feel this powerful.

She went and made friends with Loki, the unlikeliest of people, and she stood by him, too, seemingly a neverending readiness to tear anyone, who dared to make a negative remark about him, limb from limb. Knowingly or not, she had patched the hole in the team - a gaping, bleeding one, of mistrust and unnecessary cautiousness, and continued to do so every single day without a care in the world. Not just him, Tony Stark, but all of the Avengers were invincible with a back-up like that.

Realistically, Tony knew they still had ways to go. They were begrudging friends at first but now the bonds strengthened; even as his disregard for Rogers lessened, the man himself was taking steps to control his impulsivity and temper. Tony hated that it had to be a teenager cowering in fear in front of Steve for the man to realise his good intentions didn't always get the best results. Tony was grateful to Loki he'd stepped in that time. While he didn't think Rogers would actually strike a woman, two hundred pounds of genetically engineered bulk of muscle towering and yelling over you was no less terrifying.

At least it started to turn gears in that steroid brain of his.

Everything after that seemed like a dream. Quiet and witty until provoked, his girl was insatiable for him in a way that matched his own hunger for her. It was never just sex with her, somehow, each time he was inside her it felt like revelations. They'd sit for hours, her in his lap, his half-hard cock buried deep inside her welcoming heat, sometimes working and sometimes just listening to each other's gentle breathing. All the love songs started to make sense.

Seeing Bruce, his second best friend and partner in crime, handle her like he did provoked an opposite reaction of what he was expecting of himself. Tony had been terrified of her leaving him, every single day, no matter how many times his ugly, rotten inside showed itself and she still accepted him; with time, the ache dulled, but it never fully went away.

Bruce put a gentle band-aid on it, unknowingly of course - the scientist was too busy taming his own demons to look out for Tony's - but he went to Tony and laid his cards out on the table. Not backing down and not being sorry for himself either, so neutral it made Tony's heart hurt. They both had come to an agreement, of course, but she went and shredded it and showed them fair and square that they both - all three of them - could get what they wanted only if they worked on themselves a little bit.

For the first time in their lives, the men were truly motivated. There was none of that manipulative undertone that Pepper liked to use on Tony - "you're an adult man, you should be doing and feeling this or that or I'll have to leave you" - there were just gentle hands and even gentler words and no expectations. One day at a time, every single one of them was learning, happily so.

And it wasn't until Natasha had ambushed him in his workshop that he realised, another one of many firsts, that this was what healthy love was supposed to be. There were no obligations, no covert contracts, not one thing that made the whole 'committment' shiding so toxic and terrifying.

Somehow, Natasha knew. "If you hurt her, that's on you. She won't run the first time, and the second time, it's going to be the straw that broke the camel's back... And I would pity you if that happens. Because people like her... They are dangerous when they are hurt. She would gut you like a pig."

Tony's ears were ringing; he wanted to laugh at the absurd thought of this understanding, kind human being acting maliciously. But all he could focus on was Natasha's choice of words: "If... If..." If, not when. Did the spy really think the three of them stood a chance?

Natasha had unceremoniously picked up and chugged his long-cold coffee, gracefully hopping up on the table. "You two are more alike than you think. Figured you'd be self-absorbed enough to choose a carbon copy of yourself," With that, the Russian left, leaving a gaping Tony to stare into the nearest wall. His brain registered it was a joke way too late, the fury that crawled up to burn his throat was cooled by disbelief. If Romanoff thought he was even half as kind and thoughtful as his girl, was it really an insult? Damn those puzzling Russian spies.

Bruce had come not much later, shaken and pale but not green, so deep in thought that he ran into lab equipment twice before ending up in the same place that was occupied by Romanoff minutes earlier. He muttered something about Loki and a pep-talk; things that sounded more like a discussion with his green side, so Tony left him alone.

The shift in Bruce's and Hulk's dynamic was visible to the naked eye ever since that long night in the lab where they both watched Peter and her working on something personal, perfect symbiosis, well-oiled scientific research machine, unlike themselves. Both of them choking on jealousy and acrid, ravenous envy, feelings too inappropriate but too obvious to conceal. Peter's crush on her was just as obvious and her disinterest was just as transparent. But the what-ifs had eaten at them both until they had to spew them out, and the Hulk had been the pushing force for them to begin to act like adults.

Hulk had proposed, in his limited vocabulary and much too passionate tone, to protect the puny Princess at all costs. Bruce didn't resist much and Tony jumped on the bandwagon as soon as he could. It was the only logical solution.

That's why Tony threw the party; he could not care less about Barnes' desire to see Rogers in something trashy and slutty on all Hallows Eve. He couldn't give any less fucks about the press that was raving for another Stark party. He did care a little about Strange's wounded ego: the man fascinated him, like any other strong-willed, independent character, but nothing more. Tony wanted to know what would make the sorcerer tick.

Tony wanted to give his baby girl the world.

And then, he failed.

Tony felt as if someone had poured a bucket of waste right over his head when his- their baby girl had come in, shaking and hiding behind a furious Loki and announced in a monotone voice that she'd been drugged. Something inside of him broke, snapped just like the pencil that Strange was holding next to him.

Bruce hulked out and Tony felt as if he himself would burst any second. His Princess was fearless, he knew it, yet couldn't help his heart from skipping a beat when she approached the green beast with the same kindness she treated all of her closest people. Tony didn't hesitate to follow the Hulk's orders, eager to channel the murderous rage and regretful anguish somewhere; it just spiraled out of hand. Once again, his head was underwater as his life spiraled further and further into lightless abyss and he was alone-

And then all of a sudden, he was warm. Not on the outside, but on the inside - the arms around his shoulders were comforting like an old, worn out sweater, familiar. Missing s couple of threads and spouting a couple of holes - imperfect, but utterly his. Her breathing steady but a little bit shaky, hands holding on just a little too tight.

You two are too much alike, he remembered Natasha's words. That was probably her way of showing just how scared she was. She could be as terrified of his reaction as of the person who did... That... To her. In his house. Tony wasn't stupid; he could put two and two together. That wasn't the time to mope or wallow in self-pity, it was the time to remove the foreseeable threat.

The team stood in silent agreement. A rare moment of absolute unity, all interpersonal issues pushed aside and locked away. Coulson's side-eye was of cosmic magnitude but nobody paid it any mind. It was very unlikely that even the agent himself would be able to stop Natasha and Clint from dealing with the guy; as more and more details came forward, the clouds in the room thickened.

Nobody batted an eye when Baby was, yet once again, the voice of reason and the operation Baby Thief began progressing forward smoothly. Tony reasoned what himself that letting her go with Strange was the best option - even the billionaire himself could not get a better combo than a sorcerer and a doctor that very day.

The box was retrieved; the mere presence ff it and the terse atmosphere it brought into the room reminded all of them too much of the Tesseract and it's effects. Loki was, perhaps, the worst of them all: pacing like an agitated animal, the god growled under his breath at his brother who was clouded with grief and worry. Tony found himself asking "what would Baby do" and came to a conclusion - nothing that wouldn't require him to step over his pride.

In the end, he conceded. A simple "Walk with me", but it was an obvious olive branch extended to Loki and the Asgardian knew it. He wasn't stupid enough to refuse a truce offering in a situation like that. They walked laps around the SHIELD base in neutral silence, slow steps, each lost in their respective thoughts but being finally able to breathe with a full chest. Thankfully, nobody made a remark that they both returned as soon as the box was secured and placed in temporary containment for Strange to pick it up.

For the second time in those 24 hours, Tony's arc reactor all but buzzed in response to his skyrocketing heart rate. She'd called - Loki's phone - and she sounded broken. All of them froze at the exhaustion in her voice; there was nothing but emptiness in the whispers. Nothing that made her, her.

The scene in front of them was something straight out of a B-rated horror movie. Tony thought Loki had reached the apex of his anger earlier; evidently, the engineer had been very wrong and godspeed to the people who managed to piss off the moody Asgardian. It appeared as his magic exploded out of him, all but knocking the people behind him into the walls of the Sanctum.

Their Baby, laying on the floor and the people who swore to protect her beside her, it set Tony's blood ablaze. It boiled, tipping the heat if his temper dangerously close to it's boiling point. She spoke to them, voice shaky and her own fire - it was burning at least as strong as his blood, something had happened and something had hurt her...

Belatedly, he realised Natasha had been right. She was dangerous. There was nothing of the sad, scared girl that came to Bruce whenever she had been upset; there was no desperation for validation, the very same she'd thought she hid well but it seeped through the cracks of her self-deprecating jokes.

Something... Or someone... Had threatened something vital to her. And she was going to make sure they never, ever get the chance to do that again.

I got a comment on AO3, where I also posted this, complimenting my world building. I took a moment to think about it and I understood that to make the story more saturated I had to include some of the other's POVs. So y'all can count on more of these. And if you feel like the x doctor Strange pairing isn't being fully explored - I am aware of that, it's going to be explored more. After all, it took us 10 chapters for Bruce and Tony respectively, and Stephen is a slightly more complicated man. That said, we'll have some more interactions with him shortly. Thank you for your continuous support, guys. I may not remember every single one of your nicknames my heart but I see the likes and I definitely notice whenever a new person binges on this fic. What originally started as an excuse to write hot boomer porn has now grown into something that's a whole damn book and that's because of you guys being so amazing. I love you all 3000.

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[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 18.12.20 lb

hey, less talking, more “climaxing”, buddy boy. put your errrrr..... mouth where the ......... 5 crore is? idk man, i just want them to fuck.

as hot as these two are, boy oh boy, i would not wanna be riddhima rn, sandwiched in between these absolute fucking haraamis.

ugh naach gaana time. have to switch to a whole other low-quality video to watch the thing with the song. ouff. fucking voot.

ok forget what i said before. i wanna be sandwiched. i wanna be sandwiched!!!!!!!!!!! LET ME BE THE CHEESE IN THIS HOTASS SANDWICHHHHHHH, YOU RIDICULOUSLY GOOD LOOKING FUCKERS!!!!!! WHITE SHIRTS FOLDED UP TO THE ELBOW IS MY FUCKING KRYPTONITEEEEEE.

but also asdkljfldjflkjflskdjflk kabir’s confidence striding into this couple dance is just..............goals. fuck, life mein itna confidence chahiye. idhar main couple’s dance hi na karoon apne pati ke saath, let alone cut into ANOTHER COUPLE’S DANCE.

anyway the dancing is real awkward. every single one of them looks ridiculous. this is just a fucking ridiculous situation on the whole. i can’t believe the rest of the fam is just standing there watching this. i hope they all have a healthy amount of booze in them, coz i’m literally dying of cringe here watching this sober.

they’re playing V’s statement to R, and his EXACT words are “flying dance matlab tumhe mujhe apni baahon mein lena hoga” and LMAO WHAT IF THE CONDITION IS THAT SHE BE THE ONE THAT CATCHES *HIM* AS HE LEAPS INTO *HER* ARMS!?!?!!?!!?!? NOW THERE’S A SCENE I’D LIKE TO SEE: 5-FEET-ON-HER-TALLEST-DAY HELLY, HOLDING 6 AND A HALF FOOT RRAHUL UP ALOFT, DIRTY DANCING STYLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you might even say..... that i’ll......... have the time of my lifeeeeeeeee........ watching it????

anyway, sis decides to go for it. coz i guess she’s still below 28, where you can make these kinda sudden movements and still be totally fine. i sleep funny for a one hour nap and i can’t move the rest of the day without groaning.

well damn. y’all really need to get a room. AND DO SOMETHING IN THAT ROOM OTHER THAN BICKER. I MEAN, DO THAT TOO, BUT LIKE, WHILE DOING OTHER STUFF. IT’S CALLED MULTITASKING!

anyway she’s like happy now, patrick swayze ki chhattiiii aulaad? now just stopppppppppp kabir from fucking shit uppppppp.

kabir has started speechin’. i’m too busy looking at vishal’s neck and chest tho. mmmmmmmmmhmmm they need to keep him in this shirt forever and ever and ever. THIS NEEDS TO BE THE UNIFORM OF THIS SHOWWWWWWWWWW FOR ALL THE MENNNNNN.

where the fuck he get baby pics and shit of riddhima from????

LMAO THERE’S ALSO A PICTURE OF THE BOL NA HALKE HALKE SEQUENCE. KABIR IS ONE OF THOSE INCEPTION WAALE BHAIYYAS OR WHAT, KI RIDDHIMA KE DREAM SEQUENCE MEIN GHUS KE PHOTU LE LIYA/?????

Chehre Appreciation Break.

dikhaaa di photo manhoos ne.

K soap style triple zooms into everyone’s face as shock and disbelieffffffffffffffffffff.

kabir speeching some more about how this isn’t vansh and ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh who even is listening to this shit? not me. i’m just here admiring vishal.

V slowwwwwwwwly but surely losing his shit vansh style is really getting me excited. it’s like watching the hulk morph.

ofc everyone is YET againnnnnnn jumping on the bandwagon and like omgggg this isn’t vanshhhhhhhhh. ISHANI, TUM BHI????? AFTER ACCUSING ANGRE OF HAVING TRUST ISSUES JUST HOURS AGO FOR NOT BELIEVING THIS IS VANSH???? BEHEN, KUCH TOH CONSISTENCY RAKHOOOOOOOOOO.

omg its happening its happening V about to hulk smashhhhhhhhhhhh

YISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS KYA PHENKA!!!!! SSO KA PHONE PHENKNA YAAD AA GAYAAAA BHAI WAAAAAH!!!!!!

lol the way he chabaofied out “HALFFFFFFFFFFFF BROOOOO”

YOU GET AN ENVELOPE, AND YOU GET AN ENVELOPE, AND YOUUUUU GET ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE GETS AN ENVELOPE!!!!!!!

lmao V’s spent some time on photoshop, stealing pics from everyone’s instagrammmmmmmmmm.

anyway, he’s like i guess you’re alllllllll doppelgangers then. fuck you idiots, how many fucking times i gotta prove to you guys that i’m me. this is the stupidest fucking bullshit i have ever had to deal with in my life, and trust me, I HAVE DEALT WITH A LOT OF STUPID FUCKING BULLSHIT OVER THE YEARS THANKS TO YOU PEOPLE.

which phewwwwwwwww, is a wholeass Eldest Tellywood Son Mood. someone please take all these boys and give them a socially distant vacation from their fuckup families. they really need it.

lmao he called kabir a bewakoof police officer again. every time V calls K a dumbass, riddhima probably has a mini-orgasm.

sis like omg, it vansh????? it sounds and acts like vansh?!?!?! babe, dimaag ki nahi toh at least listen to your pussy *cough WHOSAIDTHAT cough* heart that’s telling you it’s vansh.

ok he’s started throwing shit around now and bro, those are HER birthday gifts, not YOURS to trash like this.

he’s literally going up to every single one of them and growling at them ki LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME WHO I AM and everyone’s fuckingggggggggggg terrified and saying it’s you vansh, you’re vansh, you’re our vansh!!!!!! lmaoooooo amazing.

“tumhe mein sab mein shaamil nahi kar sakta, kyunki kabir ne dono hi scenarios mein tumhe mera partner bana diya. lekin phir bhi riddhima, kya lagta hai tumhe; kaun hoon mein? jis vansh ko tumne almost kho diya, kya wohi laut ke aaya hai, ya koi aur?”

wifey like ofccccc it you, boo thang. (NOW IF ONLY YOU COULD CONVINCE YOURSELF OF THAT, SIS.)

slowwwwwwwwww turn. whenever he does this, you should run. coz he’s coming for the jugular.

one “SAY MY NAME BITCHHHHHHHHH” chunauti here also. and what else to say but................

“tum hi asli vansh ho.”

‘LOUDER YOU STUPID FUCK, AS LOUD AS YOUR DUMBASS ACCUSATIONS WERE.’

bulwa hi diya, lol.

dadi like aaj ke baad no one is to talk about this dumbfuckery again. you hear meeeeee???? sure dadi. sure. they should listen to you and keep mum for about.......... 3 days? next week, yehi baasi raita phailna hai.

riddhima putting some shuddh desi ghee in this aag saying kabir should at least apologize na??? and dadi is demanding that chotuuuuu maangofy maafi from bhaiyya.

LMAO WHAT TYPICAL BROTHERS. IF DADI WASN’T HERE, THESE TWO WOULD BE SORTING THIS OUT THE WAY REAL BROTHERS DO. (*fondly remembers the dangal the oBros had in the redux IN THIS VERY LIVING ROOM, and sighs happily*)

dadi’s like that’s enough for all you degenerates. go the fuck to sleep. now.

oh they gonna fuck. they gonna fuck real hard tonight.

not the face i’d be making at that prospect; but, oh well, not everyone’s a thirstyass ho like me.

[rawiswhore]

Scott Hall x Fem Reader- "What's New, Pussycat (Doll)?"

2002 would be one helluva year for the professional wrestling world.

The former World Wrestling Federation now changed its name to World Wrestling Entertainment, all thanks to the World Wildlife Fund also going by the abbreviation WWF.

The World Wildlife Fund has existed since the 1960's, why didn't they fight for the World Wrestling Federation's abbreviations during the 80's and 90's?

Despite that 2 other pro wrestling companies, WCW and ECW, went out of business in 2001, another new wrestling company known as TNA (Total Nonstop Action) has made its debut in 2002, giving the WWE competition.

Speaking of WCW, the NWO, arguably the most iconic wrestling faction of all time, the wrestling faction that would increase WCW's ratings and make the WWF want to climb for ratings again, have now reformed in 2002, however, they were mostly a mere shell of their former selves.

The epitome of a certain NWO member that was a mere shell of his former self was Scott Hall, otherwise known as Razor Ramon when he was in the WWF, who was killing himself with alcohol.

By the end of 2002, Scott Hall left the WWE due to his alcoholism.

You're both happy and sad he's leaving the WWE, even though you won't have moments with him in the WWE, you're glad he is getting help, as well as this...

Before the Pussycat Dolls became an oversexualized, best selling girl group, they originally started off as a burlesque act.

A burlesque act that not only brought burlesque back to the 21st Century, but featured female celebrities in this act and had women performing burlesque but not taking their clothes off.

Some female celebrities who have been Pussycat Dolls include Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian, Charlize Theron, Carmen Electra, Gwen Stefani, Christina Applegate, there was even a moment in "Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle" where they performed as Pussycat Dolls.

You were a female celebrity who got popular in the World Wrestling Federation, you were even the most popular woman in the WWF during the late 90's, surpassing Sunny, Chyna and Sable, and you had left the WWF in the year 2000.

You made a few guest appearances in the WWF/E from 2000 to 2002, but you were barely in the WWF/E during those years.

Of course, you had to jump on the Pussycat Dolls bandwagon, how could you not?

You even asked a few WWE divas like Stacy Keibler, Trish Stratus and Torrie Wilson if they would like to be Pussycat Dolls, which you're sure they would love to, especially Stacy.

Sable probably wouldn't mind being a Pussycat Doll too.

Scott Hall has always been a ladies' man, even during his Razor Ramon days, and even Razor Ramon's character was a ladies' man too.

He had a crush on you since you were a ringrat, and you've had a few affairs with him.

He knew about the Pussycat Dolls burlesque act, which already gave him a stiffy, but when he heard how you're performing in the Pussycat Dolls burlesque show, he had to see you.

On his birthday at the end of 2002, when he left the WWE, he attended a Pussycat Dolls burlesque show and sat front row, eagerly awaiting you.

Scott sent you an email about how he was attending a PCD show and it was his birthday, that made you so happy, and you had a surprise from him.

As the first few bass notes began playing to Peggy Lee's "Fever", you had strolled down the stage dressed in a black bra and matching swishy micro miniskirt with matching black boots that reached slightly below your knees, your fingers wrapped around a microphone.

When Scott attended this show, he was so tempted into pulling his cock out and masturbating, but he didn't want a Pee Wee Herman situation where he'd get arrested for masturbating in public.

Your eyes found Scott sitting front row in the audience, wearing an NWO shirt so you can probably recognize him.

Deep down inside, you lit up seeing him, but you were trying to contain yourself from getting too overexcited.

You grinned from ear to ear seeing him, your eyes were looking at him.

His eyes were glued to you, even though he wanted to look at some of the other women on stage as well.

As you walked on stage to the bass notes, you moved the microphone you were holding to your lips, and some other sexy, scantily clad women were strutting with you on the stage.

Scott's penis was rising up more and more as you walked towards him, although his jeans interfered his erection.

"Never know how much I love you" you crooned while looking at Scott. "Never knew how much I care"

You were trying to sound and look as sexy as possible whilst you sauntered up to him, you were singing this song to him, a song that describes how you feel about him.

He had a grin on his face as you walked up him, his pants were feeling tighter as you were approaching him.

When you got close enough to him, you put your fingers under his chin and slightly lifted his chin.

"When you put your arms around me" you sang as you looked at him. "I get a fever that's so hard to bear"

Although, you don't have any arms around you right now, and you aren't putting your hand on your forehead and arching your head back like you really do have a fever.

"You give me fever" you expressed, his legs were now in between your legs, where you began to swirl your hips and ass in a 360 degree angle to the song as you lowered your lap to his lap.

"When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight" you sang as you sat and straddled his lap, although he didn't kiss you or wrap his arms around you.

"Fever!" you chirped "In the morning, fever all through the night"

When you sang the last line, you leaned into the side of his face, smiling and grinning at him.

"You can touch me if you want" you told him "Papi"

That really got him, and he perked up in more ways than one when heard you say it's okay to touch him, even more so that you called him "Papi".

As the bass notes played, you began to roll and gyrate your pelvis forward onto his lap, which made his eyes look down at your lap grinding and rolling up on his lap.

You can feel his erection poking and protruding through his jeans, and he grinned as you gave him this lapdance, biting his lower lip.

Scott might not be as sexy as he was back in the 90's, but he still is pretty damn hot.

How cute was he in NWO in '02 when he had that rag tied on top of his forehead?

You're tempted into grabbing the collar of his shirt and tearing it apart a la Hulk Hogan, so you can run your hands and fingers on his chest and through his chest hair, but nah.

Since you said it was okay to him to touch you, one of his hands was behind your ass, where his fingers gave you a squeeze of one of your ass cheeks.

Some of the backup dancers saw him grab your ass, they could nearly spread ear to ear smiles, although some probably think he's some pervert trying to grab you.

You then tried rotating your body around where now your back was pressing on his torso, lifting one of your legs over both of his legs and turning your body around.

You spread your legs wide open while you sat on his lap, much to his dismay he couldn't see your legs wide open, though you began to roll and grind your ass vertically up his crotch.

"Sun lights up the daytime" you sang, placing one of your hands on the side of his face while your head was turned and looking at him. "Moon lights up the night"

When you sang this, your hand on the side of his face slowly caressed down one of his cheeks (on his face), feeling the fuzzy facial hair on his face as your hand went down.

Your ass didn't just roll up his crotch, but your hips also swayed horizontally back and forth on his genitals, and you also began to sink your body down to the floor lower and lower, your back touching his torso.

"I light up when you call my name" you sang "And y'know I'm gonna treat you right"

You turned your body around and looked at him when you sang "y'know I'm gonna treat you right".

"Y'give me fever" you sang as you began to slowly walk around Scott, putting your hand on his chest and making that hand brush from his chest to his arm, where it turned and swerved to his back.

His eyes were looking at you as you walked around him.

"When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight" you added, your hand sliding down below his shoulder down his chest.

His eyes looked at that hand sliding down his chest, and he can feel the touch of your hand over his shirt.

"Fever!" you exclaimed, although you didn't try to shout that in his ear. "In the mornin', fever all through the night"

He's been tempting to pull his wallet out and give you a dollar.

To hell with you, you're giving him fever!

He doesn't just want you, he wants some of those other Pussycat Dolls all over him, rolling their ass and crotch on his lap, having their hands all over him.

"Happy birthday" you whispered in his ear, giving him a kiss on the side of his face, which left your lipstick print on the side of his face.

You then slowly walked in front of him, where you bent your lower body down and started shaking your ass horizontally back and forth to the beat.

His eyes were staring at your ass and couldn't keep his eyes off of it.

You chose Peggy Lee's "Fever" to sing to him, because he gives you fever, not literally, but you do lust over him.

Later on after this performance, you sang Happy Birthday to him, and you actually invited him back to a hotel room, where you performed a striptease and lapdance for him and had some birthday sex with him, giving him a taste of your icing as well as his.

You actually have given a few famous professional wrestlers like Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Raven, Christian and Rob Van Dam lapdances and sang to them when you were a Pussycat Doll, you even gave Raven, Christian, Shawn and RVD lapdances for their birthday and sang to them at the PCD burlesque show.

You also asked some famous celebrity women who were Pussycat Dolls as well as just PCD dancers if they ever watch wrestling, and how you were giving these famous wrestlers lapdances.

Some of them want to sing and give lapdances to the Rock, arguably the biggest pro wrestling star of the early 2000's.

John Cena, Batista and Randy Orton were up and coming wrestlers in 2002 that had yet to become famous like they eventually would.

You even did a Pussycat Dolls routine in the WWE in 2002, where you wore lingerie whilst some Pussycat Dolls burlesque dancers danced behind you in the ring while you were singing a song.

In 2003, you were completely back in the WWE again, and you sang some of the songs you sang as a Pussycat Doll on WWE shows to Triple H and Shawn Michaels, as well as dressed as a Pussycat Doll.

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I didn't think of writing this fanfic today considering last week I wrote a fanfic where the fem reader gives a lapdance to Raven, but I typed it anyway since I planned it.

[thetaoofbetty]

What's the most weird situation that happen to you on a fandom besides leaked articles, imposters or emojis translation(???)??????? Milady

oof. 

oof. 

listen, the b/archie disinformaion campaign has to be top ten for sure, but come with me and i’ll take you on a ride of pure absurdity regarding the star wars fandom (in just the last year and a half or so):

first, just this week, we had this: 

a whole campaign to cancel a man who stood up during a scene, bumped the actress behind him and it got put into a bad game of international telephone until people were being told he hit this older lady with a chair. 

not to mention the conjecture that started happening about his mental health, his life, his wife, etc. 

(you don’t get to diagnose people over the internet, okay? okay)

this is why courts of public opinion and jumping onto bandwagons are a bad thing, kids. 

now, that’s honestly very damaging but that’s not all. there’s an entire alt-right portion of the fandom that most of us block, avoid, ignore, try not to go near because they’re...you know, terrible human beings. they’re part of the reason daisy ridley was bullied off social media, they’re the reason kelly marie tran bounced as well. 

they’ve even named themselves. which. embarrassing. 

this week, they’re mad about this: 

which, hilarious. suddenly the jedi can hit it and quit it while ghosting you and just like that, they’re mad? i guess they really thought the jedi was out there living the incel life right along with them. 

now, let’s go where it gets really wild (recently, we do not have time to deep dive)—the last movie. 

the whole goddamned thing was on reddit for months. months. this guy leaked the whole plot. no one took it down.

then. 

THEN. 

a german burger king commercial spilled the whole movie before it came out too.😐

it’s like they read reddit, went, yes. let’s do this. and then they did. 

which is why this is part of a very depressing joke about the last movie:

that’s on top of the fact that the alt-right portion of the fandom used bots and their weirdo selves to downvote the star wars movies they didn’t like until rotten tomatoes changed how you can review movies. 

(to be fair, it’s probably also related to the way these men do the same thing to female led superhero movies too)

mostly because they’re big mad that rey can use a lightsaber and fight after living on a desert planet for...14 years? on her own. but anakin can fly a ship and take down bad guys at 9. 

i wonder what the difference is between them? 

(please don’t mention luke using the force after such a short time either, their heads will e x p l o d e to defend him)

i just...these people wrote a whole ass book about their movement. if you ever think you’re cringe, please remember that at least you’re not part of some self-insert racist, sexist, loser ass faction of a space fantasy movie fandom and, hey, you didn’t pretend to be lili reinhart. 

thanks for the ask, love!💜