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randomshyperson · 4 years ago

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Land of Thieves #ChapterOne

Western/ Red Dead Redemption AU / Slow Burn / childhood best friends to lovers

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Chapter warnings: explicit language, explicit violence.

Word count for this chapter: 4002K

Summary: When you were a child, you swore that no matter how high the reward in your head, she could always count on you. Life as an outlaw in the west is not easy, but you believe that train robberies are still easier than asking a pretty girl to dance. Land of Thieves, also know as your love story with Wanda Maximoff in the Wild West.

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You were covered in mud and blood when you entered the saloon. Curious and judgmental eyes turned to you, but you didn't stare back. Stretching your back, you felt your whole body ache; the recent beating was sure to leave marks. Walking over to the counter, you threw three gold coins onto the wood, muttering in a mumbled tone "bath" to the saloon keeper. He nodded slightly, showing you the way to the restrooms. As you washed up, you grumbled against the recent cuts, but you were happy to know that you hadn't been shot. Your body ached, but without bullet wounds, you would be better in no time. A pretty girl who worked in the saloon smiled at you when she took your muddy clothes to wash them, and you looked away blushing helplessly. She handed you new clothes before she left. When you finished your shower, you put on the white silk shirt, and beat-up jeans that were handed to you. The boots were not new, but they were comfortable. You also put on spurs, but they didn't give you suspenders, so you left the shirt loose against your body, enjoying the lightness. Attaching your holstered belt to your waist, you checked to be sure your Schofield revolver was clean and locked before you holstered it. You walked to the top floor of the saloon, ignoring the curious glances cast at you on the way. You hoped that no one would recognize you from the reward posters, but you weren't so sure about that, since your face was quite exposed without your hat, which must now be somewhere lost in the middle of New Elizabeth, or on some thief's head. Whistling softly, you walked to the saloon balcony, watching the town below. Valentine is a ranching town, small and not very crowded. Lots of pedestrians, you observe. You light a cigarette as you watch the citizens go about their mundane lives, many opportunities passing before your eyes. You let your gaze wander to the town bank, a few meters ahead on the right of the saloon. You notice that security is low. Making mental notes about everything you could observe from there, you put out your cigarette, returning to the lower part of the saloon, toward the counter. - A whiskey and a beef stew. - You grumble, handing the bartender some coins. He nods in agreement and in a few minutes you get your meal. While you are sitting at the farthest table in the room, you listen attentively to the conversation of two men at the poker table, who have caught your attention. - My cousin saw the carriages in Saint Denis. Four horses in each, and he said that the riders were armed to the teeth." - The skinny man commented excitedly, his friend didn't look so happy. - Those damned bankers are like pests of the soil. You saw what happened to that southern town, I think it was called White Gate. - commented the man with the mustache, his expression frowning. - After the oil ran out, everybody lost their jobs. Stark closed the mine and the citizens began to starve. Almost everyone moved to the neighboring towns. Stark. The name was not strange to you, but you could not tell exactly where you had heard it before. You finished your stew, deciding that Steve would want to know about both the bank and the possible rich men who were visiting the town. Finishing your whiskey in one gulp, you stood up, leaving the saloon just as you collected your freshly washed clothes from the same woman who had brought them. It was hot and humid outside. Knight, your Hungarian half-breed horse, grunted with delight when you stroked his mane. You smiled at him before you mounted. You rode south, figuring you would have no trouble finding the new camp site, and trying to remember Bucky's instructions about where exactly they were. It took some time, but you finally found the camp. You dismounted Knight as you entered the area between the trees, walking calmly to the largest tent. Steve Rogers was like a father to you. When your birth parents died of cholera, you ran away from the orphanage the government put you in, and started living on the streets. You were only seven years old, but you were smart enough to hide in one of the garbage carts when the nuns weren't looking, and you ran away because you couldn't stand being beaten by the older children and your own teachers. You ended up somewhere in West Elizabeth, and while trying to steal some food, you were chased by two officers. But just as they were about to catch up with you, someone knocked them out. You smiled when Steve held out a big piece of bread and water to you. From that moment on, you lived with him. The Avengers gang became your family. Steve took care of you, and trained you as an outlaw. You learned everything that was essential to survive in the Wild West, from hunting to murder. And as the years passed, other people joined the gang, and you accepted them all as your family. When Steve saw you, he smiled tenderly, wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief as he motioned for you to enter the tent. - So, kiddo, what did you find out in Valentine? - asked the man as you sat down in the opposite position, on a wooden chair. - They have a poorly protected bank. - You shrugged. - But you know how these small towns are, the risk is almost always not worth the gain. - That's too bad, we need money. Especially to buy medicine. You let out a low exclamation of agreement, you knew exactly how difficult the situation was. It had been a particularly difficult season for the gang. With Fury's death at the last service, and the move out of town to get away from the officers, you were still facing a wave of illness. Carol and Bruce had been feverish and bedridden for days, and Thor had been shot during an unsuccessful robbery. - I overheard an interesting conversation, though. - You say, and Steve looks at you curiously. - Some rich people are coming to Valentine in a few days. The name Stark was mentioned, have you ever heard of it? Steve's eyes widen in surprise and excitement. - Of course I have! - he exclaims. - Filthy rich folks there! Rich enough to lend us a little money without even noticing. - I think Stark is going to buy the oil mines at Heartlands. And he's staying in Valentine while he does the negotiations. - That's excellent. - Steve says, running his hand along his chin in a thoughtful expression. - If the deposit is made in Valentine, we will have the purchase money first hand. You nodded. - But even if the deposit is made here, the money is sure to be transferred to Saint Denis. - You retort, trying to think of all the details of the scam. - Which means that we have to steal the money the same day it is deposited, or we only stand a chance during the transfer. Steve stood up, walking around the tent with the same thoughtful expression on his face. - No, no. - He began to speak as if the alternatives were rapidly forming in his head. - The carriage will be extremely protected. In the gunfire, we can be very worried about not getting killed, which will give them a chance to escape to the city. And then we'll have no way to reach them there. You sighed, knowing that he was right. You frowned, trying to think of something, but Steve soon spoke again. - We need to do this while the money is in the bank. And we have to do it fast. - He says, and then walks to the edge of the hut, looking around the field. He whistles, attracting the attention of Peggy Carter, who is chopping wood, and when she raises her curious gaze to him, Steve beckons her to join him. - What is it, Rogers? - Peggy asks gently. You exchange a smile with her. - We've got a new hit. - He says, making room for Peggy to join you. - Is Bucky around? - He went out hunting a few minutes ago. The twins went with him. - Peggy says and you rest your face on your own hand, waiting for Steve to speak again. - Oh right. I'll explain the details to them later. - The blond man says, walking around the cabin to the table in the opposite corner, and he takes a pen and paper and begins to write down what you think of as a rough draft of the plan. - We will rob Valentine's bank then. - I thought that banks in small towns were not worth the risk. - Peggy commented with a slightly confused expression. - Ah, but we have a unique opportunity. - Steve remarked, bringing the doodle over to Peggy. - Howard Stark, big oil guy, is going to buy the Heartlands mines. The purchase money will be deposited in Valentine before being transferred to Saint Denis. I believe we will have about a few hours to rob the bank - Steve, are you sure this is a good idea? - Peggy assumed a worried posture. - We are short on snipers... - It's a great idea. - He interrupts, looking at Peggy seriously, but still maintaining a calm tone. - We need the money, Peggy. If this is planned correctly, we don't have to worry about the number of weapons. - I appreciate the confidence in my abilities, by the way. - You playfully push your shoulder lightly against Peggy, she smiles at you. - Of course I trust you, Y/N. - She answers, but her gaze is still worried. - We just need to be careful in this job. You spend the rest of the afternoon planning. It doesn't take long for Bucky to join you. He hands a deer carcass to Pietro, who carries it back to the supply hut. Steve repeats the plan, and you let your gaze drift quickly to Wanda, who smiles at you, and you feel something in your stomach drop. Blushing, you look away, turning your attention back to Steve. It is already night when you have finally finished working out the plan. Wanda and Pietro joined you at some point, and you had to mentally repeat to yourself to pay attention to Steve's words and not to the redheaded girl a few feet away. You didn't want your passion to cost your life or put everyone else in danger because you didn't absorb the plan correctly, but you were getting to this level of unfocused. You felt a light tug on your arm as you walked toward the fire, and found yourself smiling wryly as you faced Wanda already looking at you. - I got my first deer today. - She declared, looking up at you with bright eyes, a tone of pride and happiness in her voice. You raise your eyebrows in a pleased expression. - What? That's amazing, Wands. - You replied. - I told you that you would learn soon! I would have liked to have seen it. - We can hunt together. - She says, and you try not to show your nervousness at the thought of being alone with Wanda, but you don't disguise it very well, which makes Wanda confused, and she looks almost disappointed when she quickly adds - Pietro can come with us too. You blink a few times, believing her to be clarifying that she had no intention of spending time alone with you, and swallowing dryly, you nod in agreement. - Yes, yes. Sure, we should call him too. - You say taking a few steps back, hands in your pockets as you stare uncomfortably at the floor. Wanda bites her lower lip lightly, finding you extremely difficult to decipher. You spend a moment in silence, before she speaks again - We can go tomorrow afternoon if you have no business in town. You think about it for a moment, trying to remember if you had made any appointments, if any robbery opportunities had been signaled to you, but you can't think of anything. - No, it's fine. We can hunt tomorrow. - You say, trying not to be too embarrassed by the contented smile Wanda flashes at you. She was probably going to say it was marked, but Pietro interrupted the moment by extending a bowl of stew in front of her face. Wanda blinked a few times in confusion, but thanked her brother as soon as she grabbed the item. Pietro turned to you next, a relaxed posture as he took a sip of the beer he was holding. - What were you two talking about? - he asked, his tone curious. - It's rude to snoop, you know. - You teased, drawing a short laugh from Wanda, and Pietro rolled his eyes stubbornly, but smiled. - We're going hunting tomorrow. I'll show Y/N that I learned how to use the bow on some deer. - explained Wanda, looking at her brother. - Will you come with us? Pietro frowned, denying with his head. - Sorry, little sister. - He speaks seriously, but his eyes have a malice in them that you didn't know how to recognize. - I'd love to join you on your date, but I have an appointment. You and Wanda blush at the insinuation, but Pietro continues with a playful aura as he takes another sip of beer. Although embarrassed, you can't help but be happy to know that you would be spending some time alone with the girl. - Oh, all right. - Wanda says in what seems to be an attempt to sound disappointed, but her eyes sparkle slightly as she speaks. You don't notice, but Pietro smiles at the expression. - You're full of secrets lately. What kind of appointment? Pietro laughs, shrugging his shoulders. He walks toward you with a playful expression, and puts his arm around your shoulders, smiling at Wanda as he leans on you. - Your girlfriend taught me how to play poker and now I am famous, my presence is requested in Rhodes. I need to bet and win some money for this place. You choke slightly on the phrase and feel your face heat up, looking down at the floor. Wanda lets out a nervous laugh, and pushes her brother lightly, making him let go of you. - You mean lose money, don't you? - she teases. - Even Thor plays better than you, and he usually just flips the table. You laugh, risking a glance at Wanda, who has a reddened face and quickly exchanges a smile with you. Pietro rolls his eyes and walks past you, waving goodbye. Deciding that you should eat something, you nod to Wanda that you are going to the fire. She smiles and follows you silently

You didn't hunt very often. Although you were good at it, it was not your function in the camp. You were a gunslinger, and your jobs usually involved carriage robberies and trespassing, even the occasional robbery. You were always part of the team for the big scams. And then Wanda invited you to go deer hunting and you became an anxious mess. Stumbling out of your tent, you hurried to take a quick swim in the creek near the campground. It was important not to smell too strongly when you went out hunting, as the animals could more easily notice you. Coming out of the water with wet hair, you put on your clothes, leaving the suspenders hanging from your waist and a few buttons open on your shirt. You were feeling heated. You waited for Wanda at the campfire. She also bathed before meeting you, and she seemed slightly anxious when she found you. You smiled as you poured some coffee, and Wanda looked a little airy when she accepted the cup. You didn't understand why, but the sight of your relaxed appearance, your loose hair and your exposed collarbone was absolutely irresistible to her, making Wanda feel heated in places that were not appropriate. You joked that soon she would become the best hunter in the camp, and you were happy to make her smile. As you rode out of the camp, you smiled as you felt Wanda lightly tap her foot against yours, as you used to play with as children. Riding in silence for a few minutes, you enjoyed the gentle breeze until you came to a hunting spot. You descended from Knight slowly, stretching your body when you reached the ground. Wanda watched your shirt lift and reveal some skin, then she looked away quickly, her face red. You cast a curious look, thinking she was feeling heat. Grabbing your rifle stored on the horse, you watched Wanda take from Lily's saddle - her red sorrel - a longbow and some arrows. You walked in silence, heading for the shallow part of the creek beside you, where you could easily find deer. It was comfortable to be in Wanda's presence, even in silence. Neither of you had to say anything to know exactly what to do next, your body following her along the way as if you had done this many times before. One look and you knew when to wait, or when to be quiet. It didn't take long before you spotted the deer. There weren't many, and Wanda bent down in front of you to take aim. You watched her with admiration. She raised her bow, and you noticed the slight tremor in her hands and frowned. You came forward, also bent down, and stood beside her. - There's no need to be nervous, Wands. - You whispered softly. - It's just me. The trembling in their hands seemed to diminish, but it was still there. You moved closer, raising your hands to join Wanda's, helping her to keep a steady aim. - Take a deep breath. - You said against her ear, waiting for her to obey. - And then shoot. With her speech, Wanda let go. The arrow cut through the air with speed, hitting the animal straight in the head. A perfect shot. You smiled, and when you looked at Wanda, she was already looking at you. You were about to congratulate her on the shot, but Wanda hugged you by the neck, surprising you. You felt your face heat up and due to the shock, you didn't respond to the hug, your body seeming asleep for an instant. Wanda let you go quickly, her face flushed with apology. You were about to tell her it was okay, and maybe hug her back, then you heard an animalistic noise that attracted your full attention, a low growl that you knew all too well. Glad you had brought your rifle, you looked around, searching for the source of the noise. Wanda blinked curiously, but you didn't look at her again. Standing up, you held the rifle with both hands, your gaze roaming the surroundings. A moment later, the bushes a few feet away moved, and you watched the creature sneak through the undergrowth, only to run toward you the next second, preparing to jump. The sound of gunfire echoed for a few seconds after the shot. You let out the breath you were holding and watched the panther lying on the ground, just a few inches away from your feet. Wanda looked at you in shock, and you offered your hand to help her up. - Sorry for the scare. - You grumbled, walking towards the panther intent on retrieving the skin, which should be worth a few dozen dollars. - We always have to be careful not to become the prey during the hunt. - How did you hear it? - Wanda asked curiously. - Practice I guess. - You said, kneeling down beside the panther. - Every sound around us is important. - You explained - Pay attention now, for example. Besides my voice, what do you hear? Wanda seemed to think for a moment. - I can only hear water, I think. Maybe birds. - She confesses, you finish cutting the skin off the animal in front of you. - Oh, sorry. - You say quickly. - I forgot that I just drove all the animals away with the noise of the rifle. You laugh to yourself, and Wanda smiles at you tenderly. - Let's go after that deer. I'll teach you to hear the sounds another day. - You tell her as you stand up. Walking over to the dead deer, you observe Wanda kneeling beside the animal, drawing her own knife. - Bucky taught you how to skin? - you ask, watching the firm but still amateurish cut Wanda was giving the animal. - Yes, he told me to skin rabbits before he taught me to cut the deer during yesterday's hunt. - said the red-haired girl focused on the activity. You tried not to blush as you watched a drop of sweat trickle down your neck. - I learned to skin animals from him too. - You commented as you waited for Wanda to finish the task. - I was a little smaller, I think. - I guess it took long enough for us to learn how to hunt, didn't it? - Wanda joked, drawing a smile from you. It was true, hunting had been the last activity Steve and Bucky taught you. For some reason, teaching them to shoot was a higher priority than getting food from the wild. A moment later, Wanda finished, raising the deer leather in the air, showing off her work proudly. You laughed at her expression, signaling for her to step away from the animal. You handed her your rifle, and bent down, grabbing the carcass with both hands and throwing it over your shoulders to carry it to the horse. It was quite heavy, but you concentrated your breathing as Bucky had taught you, and managed to carry the animal to Wanda's sorrel. After placing the carcass on the back of the animal, you grunted when you saw the state of your shirt, completely covered in blood. - What's the matter? - Wanda asked curiously when she heard your sigh. - Pepper made me promise not to come covered in blood to the camp anymore. - You say, rolling up your sleeves. - She told me she would put me to sleep with the horses if I showed up like this again. Of course, she will probably just change my watch shifts, but it will still be a pain to hear the lecture. - You could have told me to carry the deer. - Wanda retorted, looking at you with a mixture of seriousness and guilt. You just smiled. - Don't be silly, I just need to clean up before I go back. - You said simply, and Wanda frowned in confusion. And then she choked in surprise, watching you pull your shirt over your head. You went around her body and towards the creek. It took Wanda a few seconds to snap out of her shock, then she turned her head toward the creek, her face flushed. You rubbed the fabric with your hands, watching the blood drip into the water. You put your shirt aside only to wet your own body, wiping any traces of blood from your skin. Completely oblivious to the shy mess Wanda had become as she watched you wash yourself. Finished cleaning yourself, you wrung out your shirt, getting as much water buildup out as possible. You put your clothes back on, feeling the damp fabric against your skin. Wanda stood in the same place you had left her, and you frowned when you saw her look quickly away from you, her face red. You suddenly felt very embarrassed, thinking that you must have crossed some boundary with her. Coughing awkwardly, you walked toward your own horse. You rode in silence back to the camp, you mentally going over the whole conversation trying to find what you had done wrong that made Wanda so quiet. You were surprised when you heard her singing softly. Smiling without looking at her, you slowed down the speed of Knight's gallop, trying to enjoy the moment to the fullest. Wanda continued to sing the whole way, and you tried to ignore the feeling of butterflies in your stomach

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yandere-sins · 4 years ago

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Be safe (Atsumu)

Summary: You are to marry the fox spirit Kita Shinsuke after you accidentally agreed to become his wife by signing the deed to your new home. A contract is a contract, he says, but is there more to this marriage than you know? Will you be whisked away by one of the foxy twins instead, or have to marry Kita after all? Can you be with a creature that only seems tender on the surface, or will you try to run even if it might cost you your life? Choose your route carefully, you never know what these foxes are up to!

Characters: Kitsune!Miya Atsumu x afab!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Yandere, Forced/Unhealthy Relationship, Manipulation, Mention of blood

“But if you leave, they’ll find you.”

Again, you couldn’t argue with that. You couldn’t argue with anything he said; not, when he was so right about it.

It had been days now, perhaps a week since you two left the village. Time passed quicker when you were hunted and always had someone on your heels, so you lost track of it. It moved especially fast if these someones had long jaws and big teeth, trying to maul you no matter if you were awake or asleep. If you didn’t see them while you wandered the forests by Atsumu’s side - stumbling and failing to keep up with him no matter how hard you tried - then they’d come to you in your nightmare-filled hours of sleep. You weren’t sure if you were cursed or ridden with remorse, but you had never been so constantly exhausted in your whole life before.

No matter how safe your current location was, you caught yourself looking over your shoulder all the time, double-checking your surroundings. Sometimes, subconsciously, you held yourself back from touching trees or kicked away your footsteps when there was time for it. Paranoia was a constant companion, and it wasn’t any better than the person you actually were traveling with.

There was no hiding it how bad of a travel companion Atsumu was. His constant picking on your abilities, the insults, and trashing wasn’t only going on your nerves but even deeper, down to your confidence and strength. When you two were talking, it was mostly arguing with each other or you telling him you couldn’t take another step without collapsing. The few times that you stood up for yourself, Atsumu made it crystal clear there was nowhere to go.

“But if you leave, they’ll find you,” was his new go-to sentence whenever you dared to defy him. As if he liked to remind you that the choice between pest and cholera you made wasn’t going to guarantee you freedom from the other. Atsumu might be the pest in your life at the moment, but there was something just as or even worse ever-present, ready to lash at you the moment you distanced yourself from the fox spirit.

Perhaps Atsumu wasn’t the prince you wanted, but you came to realize he was the fox you needed.

You couldn’t keep count of the times you two had been attacked on your journey, not specifically by other foxes, but there had been many other creatures that seemed to want to pick a bone with your protector. Whether it had been because of you or simply because they seemed to have a specific interest in Atsumu, these fights always were more gruesome than your innocent, human heart wanted to see. One or two times, there had been a critical amount of blood lost after a fight, but so far, you two had managed to get out of it every time. Those were nerve-wracking times, and you had thought about simply leaving Atsumu where he hid himself to recover, so you could run away. Perhaps it would have saved both of you some trouble if you separated, and maybe you would have been safer on your own, hiding and dodging the things that came after you.

But were you really? Thoughts flooded your mind almost instantly about the things that could happen when you were on your own. Most of the time, you didn’t even know where you were, stranded in the middle of the forest, and even if you knew, where would you go? You couldn’t go back to your’ home’ as it wasn’t a safe place for you anymore. And if you asked for help, the best anyone could do was bring you back there, where ultimately, you’d be found. You didn’t want to think about what would happen if another person tried to interfere with this particular situation you were in. What would happen to them.

Somehow, seeing him wounded and whiny, you couldn’t bring it over you to abandon him like that. Of course, there were more factors playing into why you’d stay by his side instead of leave, but you were still struggling with accepting them all. Even if he probably would have survived without you, you made yourself believe you felt indebted to at least try to help him, perhaps tend to his wounds amateurishly. In the end, you rather endure his grumbles and moans than to really leave him, and that should have told you everything right back then.

It should have told you what kind of coward you were.

You were scared of the marriage, having wanted nothing more than run away. But now you were scared of the consequences - your life, even. To some degree, Atsumu was scary too. You saw him - his real from - and you watched him fight. If he wanted, he could kill you in one bite with his giant maw, and so, staying with him was scary. But he didn’t. Quite on the contrary, and even more so, against his harsh words, he still held your hand gently, warmed you at night by laying down next to you so you wouldn’t get cold, and brought you food. You stopped asking where he got it, checking the freshness date on the packages only to find them being practically new. Yes, you were curious, but he had his ways, and he never got you the same thing twice, and especially not if you seemed to have disliked it.

This journey wasn’t quite what you expected your life to be, but every day, it was taking new paths and let you experience more things. Even if civilization was close, you began to forget and yearn less for it, the longer you spent time with Atsumu outdoors. Of course, there were things you absolutely missed, like normal baths and, well, fridges to open even if you aren’t hungry, but Atsumu’s drive to move forward was stronger than your desire to go back to normality again. And really, there was less and less to complain about because if you did, he’d take care of it. He’d run and fetch you new clothes or yarn to fix small holes in yours. If you were cold, he found you fur to wear, and if you two crossed paths with a river, he let you wash up even without looking - you hoped.

Over time, he was less and less an annoyance as he was a caretaker. Though his walking pace never slowed to something you could match, he still stopped ever so often to wait for you or even offered to carry you on your worst days. Riding a gigantic fox wasn’t comfortable, but efficient, and holding on to him tightly, the wind never won over the warmth coming from him.

Still, and you assumed Atsumu knew this as much as you did, this arrangement you two had wasn’t something meant to last.

“I know they’ll find me,” you whispered, thoughtfully dragging your hand over the arm he laid around you, spooning you from behind so you wouldn’t be cold. The makeshift dip in the ground you two used as a bit of a cover for the night was anything but comfortable, but having something breathing and warm lay beside you and hold you did a lot for you. “But… this life… I can’t live it either.”

He grumbled something into the back of your head, his voice lost inside your hair. Surely, it was just another complaint, but you understood what he wanted to say. To him, you going back and living a relatively everyday, human life was out of question, Atsumu always insisting that you’d be found and killed if you left his side. You offered for him to come with you, to live a ‘normal’ life with you despite your gut telling you he would be the largest annoyance you ever encountered. Still, he shied away from it.

From what you had found out, he and his brother - Osamu - only recently joined the other foxes who, against what the two were, lived relatively civilized even though they kept themselves hidden from the public still. Meaning, the brothers were actually fox spirits much more feral than the others and not used to humans or how they behaved. Atsumu explained that with a stern expression, unlike his usual chipper one. Personally, he’d rather describe himself as ‘fun’, but apparently, even he knew the differences that separated the two from the clan.

Living like humans didn’t seem like an option for him after centuries of being wild. But to expect the same amount of enthusiasm he had for nature, slowly but surely, seemed to also dawn on him as impossible. It became evidently clear that it wasn’t just your state of being that collided with each other, but generally two wholly different worlds that just didn’t fit. If you liked the day, he liked the night. You preferred warm water, and he cold - he the mountains, rather than the beach and warm sea.

It seemed impossible that you two would ever get on the same level of understanding, and you were painfully aware that one of you would have to cave in if you two decided to stick together for a better chance of survival. Your mind began to buzz as you thought over all the possibilities, making you fear that there was another night of restless dozing incoming.

“So you want to leave me… too.”

His whispers barely reached you while your head was focused entirely on different things, but his voice made you listen up. “What did you say?” you mumbled, slurring your words as you felt the heaviness of the drowsy half-sleep that you had already been under. Atsumu’s hold around you became tighter, and he pressed himself right up to you, almost as if he was trying to melt into you and hide, but your stirred, feeling alerted by the change of moods, making it impossible for him.

“If you go, I’ll be all alone…” he mumbled softly. Meeting his gaze head-on turned out to be an unfortunate action, your heart feeling a throbbing pain. For the better portion of the time spent with him, you had cursed Atsumu under your breath, wished for him to leave, and especially keep his potty mouth shut. But right now, he looked like a baby animal, with wide eyes and puppy gaze. A being you’d rather protect and coddle instead of the monstrosity he actually was.

Perhaps he was uncomfortable, realizing you could see his feelings, so he quickly hid his expression in your shoulder, putting on a fake laugh as he spoke. “I can’t go back either, and my brother didn’t want to come. So if you go… I’ll be truly alone.”

Biting your lip, you felt an incoming headache press on your brain. The sudden change of feelings inside you was raging war against the ideas of the future you had been building in your mind and thought over. It was true, so much you knew, Atsumu left a lot to break you out and run away, no matter how much he seemed to think humans were worthless beings. Maybe that was the reason that he kept insisting on sticking around with you and tried to keep you satisfied even if his words were as harsh as bites.

In some ways, that made him the same as you. Both of you only had the other one left and nothing else.

Even before realizing this, you had noticed how Atsumu was treated by other creatures. If he wasn’t fighting someone, even spiritual beings seemed to want little to do with him, huffing and leaving with a scowl. You couldn’t know if there wasn’t at least one other friend he had, but currently, it didn’t seem like he was very much liked by others besides his brother, who he spoke fondly off most of the time. Though you wondered why, you didn’t voice these questions, instead trying to think of what to do.

Happiness clearly looked different to you, but Atsumu’s taunts aside, he wasn’t as bad as that he’d deserve being robbed of it too. Even if separating seemed like the best way in the long run, it broke your heart knowing he’d be in this predicament just because of you and because you made the more selfish decision. Perhaps if you two knew each other longer, he would become gentler in his choice of words? Maybe he’d be more considerate and kind once he got to know you as not just the ‘human’ but actually as an individual? There was still the possibility he’d change, right?

“I’m…” you spoke up, not having thought about it twice. “I’m not leaving.”

“You’re not?” he immediately chimed up, pushing himself up and peering over your shoulder. “You’re going to stay with me?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stuttered, deciding to keep the idea of leaving at a later point in time to yourself. “I’m staying.”

His face suddenly was too close again, warm breath caressing your skin and messing with your head. Your heart picked up the pace as you didn’t know how to respond to the broad smile and delight in his shining eyes. If you turned your head a tiny bit more to the right, you could have kissed him without any more effort. There was something nudging you in your head to do it, but curse your reasonability - or bless it - that you figured that would set more things off than you could handle.

“Forever?” he asked as innocent as a child, and you gulped, immediately feeling like you were caught in a lie. There was no plan of sticking with him longer than necessary, and ‘forever’ seemed awfully long for some time. Atsumu waited for a reply almost angelically patient. Instead, you felt his face nuzzling against yours, like an affectionate pet would. He genuinely seemed to be happily anticipating your response, and you wondered if it meant so much to him to not be alone anymore. There must have been more loss than you could imagine in his life that he’d be satisfied to be by your side despite him always making it seem like you weren’t up to his standards.

“Forever is awfully long,” you eventually contemplated out loud, and though you couldn’t see it, you heard the disappointment and frustration in his voice as he spoke up again.

“And I am supposed to endure it all alone?”

Of course, it wasn’t fair, you understood it too. You knew he lost a lot too by helping you, and if this was his only requirement, maybe you could fulfill it. It wasn’t like he asked you to serve yourself on a silver plate, and no, he did not need to remind you what the pros and cons were of staying with him.

With him, at least, you’d be safe from whatever was coming your way.

He had proven himself more than once to you.

Slowly, you sat up, even though Atsumu’s body followed as if he was an extra limb on you. His touches and closeness never ceased, and you didn’t have the strength or even will to fight it. “I can’t promise forever,” you stated firmly, deciding to put a foot down in this conversation, even though you knew it was time one of you caved in to the other. And it seemed it would be you.

“But for now, I will stay. You’re not alone if I’m around, right?”

For a solid minute, and with the time stretching out the longer it was quiet, you two merely stared at each other, neither of you budging to the other’s stare down. If everything in this world was scary, it might be true that you underestimated Atsumu, but he was the least of your concerns now. He’d yap and snap, but you found some trust in yourself that he wasn’t going to bite you.

“Pinky swear?” he required softly, being calm once more. With how close he was, only a whisper was appropriated to not burst anyone’s eardrums, and from the corner of your eyes, you saw his hand lift to the height of your head, pinky stretched out in anticipation.

You thought for a second. There was a nudge in the back of your head about supernatural beings and promises, but it was late, and you were tired and your memories fuzzy. Something in you didn’t want to promise it; after all, who could know how long this promise was going to last, and you didn’t want to think of the consequences when breaking it. But if it would end the conversation, and positively too, then who were you to deny him?

Linking your pinky with his, you felt the fingers curl around each other tightly as if it strengthened the bond you just made. Once he released you again, you sunk down, back into his arms, wondering if you had made a mistake just now. But when you laid your head against his chest, you heard an enthusiastic rhythm coming from it, and it made you almost believe that it was the right choice.

“Tomorrow, let’s search for a home,” he mumbled. These were words meant for you, but they sounded incomplete as if there was a hint you missed in them. Your eyelids became heavier as you listened to Atsumu’s heartbeat, his warmth lulling you into sleep, and you heaved another deep sigh as you wondered if the feeling of being safe in his arms was justified or just another illusion in your exhaustion. The last thought that crossed you before falling asleep was if this was any different as staying with the clan you tried so hard to escape from. But your mind gave out before you could think about it any more thoroughly.

Little did you know that Atsumu would never ever let you go again. Even if you had told him ‘no’, it wasn’t like it was actually your decision, and with a wagging tail, he looked forward to the new future with you he’d build. One that you couldn’t run from, unlike what awaited you in the past.

After all, Atsumu was the only one that could keep you safe, and he’d make sure you’d never forget it.

a/n: I can't lie, this chapter was a bit of a struggle for me as I was lacking a clear direction for it, but I hope I was able to make Atsumu's yandere personality in connection with his more real struggles that I think he'd experience, shine through! Do let me know what you thought in the comments or asks and thanks for reading ♥ Next up is Osamu!

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brotherslayer · 3 years ago

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ohh! would kiel support athanasia in her overthrowing her father and committing war crimes! etc etc. or would he just be her consort? is he afraid of her (but also, it’s hot) or would he be an active supporter? and would she be closed off or would she open up to him?

it's complicated. In my mind Breaking Point (which I'll never write btw) is one of those convoluted plots with multiple parallel universes and literal world breaking involved.

In this AU Aeternitas is actually a terrifying villain. He kills Athy and resurrects her over and over again. His ultimate goal is to make the Obelias suffer. Just once won’t do it for him. His second goal is for Athy to reach a breaking point and make her agree to a deal with him in her desperation. In my mind possession magic follows the rule of similarity: Possession works best if the vessel and the magician in question are similar aka genetically very close (chimera!Jennette) or they share similar characteristics (Anastacius, the duke). Athy shares neither of these qualities, meaning Aeternitas has to create a situation where she has to develop similar characteristics to him in order to survive.

Originally the au started as the idea that Athy overthrows Claude and takes Ijekiel as a political hostage/consort. While Ijekiel isn't happy about his situation, he still sees Athy's point. This Ijekiel loves her and knows about her abusive family situation. This Ijekiel stays voluntary with her, he serves as her moral compass and tries to do damage control.

But then I got two anons who expanded on that idea and it got significally darker. In the new version Athy doesn't kill Claude. She tortures him. Athy got a lot of pent up emotions. Killing him wouldn't satisfy her. I guess we could also go the route that Athy still craves Claude's attention (though she'd never admit it). When she keeps him alive and forces him to witness her ascension to the throne, she’s essentially saying "look at me" I'm worthy of the throne, I'm better than Jennette, are you proud of me?. Athy wants a validation of her trauma. In some ways she still wants to connect to him. But every visit in the dungeon will just lead to nowhere. It's a torture for them both. This is their definition of family.

Now what about Ijekiel? Even though Athy tries to keep it hidden Ijekiel suspects about Athy's darker hobbies, but he is too afraid to confront her directly about it. Too afraid to destroy the illusion of a perfect fairy tale romance and see what lurks underneath. Ijekiel got more or less coerced into the relationship. He is unaware of Athy’s many reincarnations and at times confused by her obsession with him. Yeah, he still loves her, though if he clings to the image of her innocent past self and keeps making excuses for her current self who would kill people without batting an eye, does he really? (Eventually he wouldn’t be able to see past her crimes and it won’t end well)

I have 3-4 timelines where Athy overthrows Claude:

1. Ijekiel’s family supports Athy’s coup against Claude and he becomes her guard after she has ascended the throne. She uses him to execute the people who have wronged her and it really damages him psychologically. He dies before they could ever act on their feelings.

2. Athy takes power at age 15 while Ijekiel is away in Arlanta and makes quite the name for herself as the tyrant Princess. Ijekiel only knows about her from letters and is understandably creeped out by her obsession with him. The anti Emperor faction from the current timeline joins with the resistence. Ijekiel is aware that Anastacius has ulterior motives, but choosing between Athy and Ana is kind of like choosing between pest and cholera so he chooses what he presumes is the lesser evil: the anti Emperor faction. After Ana’’s death, Ijekiel becomes the head of the resistance. Like in any other universe Ijekiel is bound to fall for Athy but in this life he's disgusted with himself and his feelings for her.

3, this AU

The more power Athy gets the less agency does Ijekiel have. I imagine dark!Athy wouldn’t be able to relax if she’s not fully in control in the relationship but this has got to do with her powerless childhood + abandonment issues. She craves power, knowledge and wealth cause they are the only means with which she can protect herself against the world.

Athy and Ijekiel's relationship is dubious...at best. Especially in the latter timelines where Athy has had killed off her emotions and overthrows Claude. The AU is only an Athy wins AU at the surface. In reality it is an Aeternitas wins AU underneath. True Athy got everything she wanted: power, wealth, love but deep down she is emotionally broken.

The real cruelity behind Aeternitas revenge isn't that Athy dies and gets resurrected but also the emotional toll it takes on her mind. The futility. The fact that everything she has worked so far gets reduced to nothing (including the relationships she has build up).

I can imagine for example a timeline where she and Ijekiel died together (a la Romeo and Juliet), and Athy reincarnates. She wants to start where they left off, but the thing is: they don't have any basis to their relationship. In Ijekiel's mind Athy is practically a stranger to him to whom he was nice once. So when Athy suddenly starts to talk about true love he is weirded out. When she starts to murder people he thinks she's crazy because he doesn't know the context of her actions. He'd try to talk sense to her in the way you'd only talk to crazy people which would only anger her more.

#anon #answered asks #breaking point #athykiel #I ramble way too much about au's I'll never write

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spiritualgateway · 4 years ago

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The crisis virus

written by Steven Black:

While you look around and get the impression that the whole world has gone crazy and is going nuts, you have to realize: This is all perfectly normal and has happened over and over again. With the pest plague, the cholera and the Spanish flu – people reacted with unreasonableness, resentment and rebellion, against ordered measures.

With the plague, people selectively believed that bad winds, an unfavorable constellation of Mars, Jupiter and Saturn or the contaminated water were to blame because the Jews were poisoning the wells. As a logical consequence of such thinking, persecution of Jews throughout Europe occurred. Entire Jewish quarters were burned down and their inhabitants murdered.

Oh yes, a punishment by God was also possible. Even then, in the early 14th century, quarantine and isolation were ordered – as a very late measure.

In the case of cholera, 1831, quarantine and isolation were also applied. From the chronicle of the german city Stettin of this time, one learns:

„The burial of the deceased, buried in a special newly built churchyard […] aroused fear and horror, especially among the lower classes of the inhabitants. These precautions were made even worse by the complete blockade of traffic, which deprived a large part of the inhabitants of their livelihoods and probably also their means of subsistence. The lower classes could not bear this state of affairs and, believing the most absurd rumors, saw in the precautions taken only the means to their perdition.

„The prolonged duration of the cordoning off increased the bitterness, the excitement grew with each passing day, so that the workers most affected were finally inclined to use force to overturn the hated coercive rules.

„…because the agitated crowd, misled by some troublemakers, was under the delusion that cholera and security measures were only being used „to exterminate the common rabble.

The Spanish Flu, 1918 – 1919, rolled over the globe in three successive waves and claimed millions of lives. Conjecture and conspiracy theories arose among the most diverse peoples. Some saw the disease as the devil’s work of German agents, and Germany was suspected of either using insidious biological weapons or poisoning aspirin tablets from the pharmaceutical manufacturer Bayer in order to win the world war. Another theory, widespread at the time, was that the flu had been imported from Spain in tins, which had been poisoned by the Germans who had brought the Spanish canneries under their control. Or it was oraculated that the cause was consequential damages of the war by poison gas missions, which were caused by the exhalations from the mountains of corpses of the battlefields. And of course there was also the evergreen that it was a punishment from God …

First with the second wave, the danger was really recognized and flu alarm systems were introduced, quarantines were imposed over ports and railroad stations, isolation stations in hospitals were set up. „Social Distancing“ was ordered, mass gatherings were prohibited. Schools, theaters, markets and churches were closed. The use of face masks and disinfectants was recommended and in some areas made mandatory by law.

Those who refused to wear face masks were fined. By the way, later studies proved that the prohibition of mass events and the requirement to wear a mouth-and-nose mask reduced the death rate in American cities by up to 50 percent. Where it was not prescribed by law, i.e. only announced as a recommendation, there were many more deaths. The same thing is currently happening in Sweden.

The Corona Virus – today

100 years after the Spanish flu, a new medical crisis is entering the global stage. And just as with the plague, cholera and Spanish flu, where fear and uncertainty accompanied the daily events, the most colorful rumors and theories are flourishing. There seems to be a lid for every pot.

Some political party sees the Corona virus as an obvious foreigner epidemic. Logically, migrants must be to blame for it too. Within the extreme right groups the old perennial argument is active that the Jews are to blame for Corona.

Many vaccination critics freak out at the name Bill Gates, who allegedly wants to decimate humanity and enslave it with microchips. He has the WHO, the media and Angela Merkel personally in his pocket. Then there are people who believe that the new 5 G technology is the real cause of the Corona virus. The Qanon community believes that the virus is merely an excuse for Donald Trump to free thousands of poor, tortured children from underground tunnels.

There are an ever increasing number of people who believe that the virus is nothing more than a normal flu. There is also the idea that this Corona virus does not exist – it would all be just an excuse to get rid of cash and have a controlled financial crash. The usual suspects also know exactly from whom and why – of course to enforce the infamous New World Order, either by the „Deep State“, the „Kabale“ or the „Illuminati“.

A few fundamentalist church officials also took up the same cause:

In a text entitled „A Call for the Church and for the World – to Catholics and all people of good will“, signed among others by the German Cardinal Gerhard Ludwig Müller and initiated by Archbishop Carlo Maria Vigano, former Pontifical Ambassador to the USA, the Corona measures were sharply criticized. The signatories had previously spoken out against bans on worship because of the corona virus and they are all arch-conservative opponents of the current pope. The text stated: „It is a fact that under the pretext of the Covid 19 epidemic, in many cases inalienable rights of citizens have been violated and their fundamental freedoms have been disproportionately and unjustifiably restricted, including the right to freedom of religion, freedom of expression and freedom of movement.

It was further stated that there is reason to believe „that there are forces that are interested in creating panic among the population. Their goal is to permanently enforce „forms of unacceptable restriction of freedom and the associated control over persons and the persecution of all their movements“. „These illiberal attempts at control are the disturbing prelude to the creation of a world government that eludes all control“.

Personal note: By the way – dear church idiots: What about the „forms of unacceptable restriction of freedom“ of my mind, by your religious doctrine? Or „the associated control over persons“, where you let people slide around on their knees and establish a sense of sacrifice by having a figure nailed to a cross worshiped? But a „God’s world government“ would be all right with you, wouldn’t it?

Anyway, I don’t really expect an answer to that. But what else you should know – the signatories represent an arch-conservative, right-wing current within the Catholic Church. They fervently hate the current pope because he accepts homosexuality and divorce as facts of life and is open to pro-migration and capitalism-critical positions. It is also no coincidence that these clerics of all people are waving their fear of a „new world order“ around. The whole thing is organized by a notorious ultra-right-wing populist – namely Steve Bannon. The man who brought Donald Trump to power through tons of fake news and conspiracy theories.

By the way, there are strong indications that the art product „QAnon“, a fictitious Internet personality, is a product of Steve Bannon. He is the thinking head and mastermind of the so-called new right.

The American government, led by Donald Trump, sees itself as the victim of a Chinese conspiracy initiated either by a mysterious „Deep State“ or preferably by the Democrats – which is one and the same thing in his case. Evangelical clerics see the Corona virus as a punishment from God for homosexuality. A handful of doctors contradict the official statements and believe that the Corona virus is little more than a common flu. The population would get scared over nothing and wearing masks would be very unhealthy. And in the chest tone of conviction, many an empathy-free idiot rambles that it would only affect pre-existing patients who would have died soon anyway. You know, just collateral damage …

In the USA, the president himself is the main accelerator of emotional states. There were protests against the curfews in several US cities and about 3000 demonstrators, some of them armed and wearing Trump campaign caps and flags, took to the streets in Michigan. Encouraged by Donald, who tweeted „Free Michigan,“ dozens of gunmen entered the parliament building in the city of Lansing.

In Germany and Austria, people suddenly took to the streets and demonstrated against the corona measures of their government. Against an alleged panic-mongering, against an allegedly intended compulsory vaccination, against the curtailment of their basic rights, against an allegedly threatened freedom of opinion, against the obligation to wear masks, against an alleged „Corona dictatorship“, against a „New World Order“ by Bill Gates and much more. What one would not have thought possible before, happened now:

People who call themselves „leftists“, right-wing conservatives, neo-Nazis, people of the freeman movement, spiritual people, and also people who had never been involved with any of the groups mentioned before, stood together in a public square and chanted „We are the people“. And of course they did not wear masks, and of course they did not keep a „minimum distance“. With righteous indignation they held flyers in their hands where „The Basic Law“ is written on them and lamented a loss of it. Although the basic right to personal liberties was only limited due to the situation and receded into the background in favor of the basic right to personal integrity of EVERYONE, suddenly not only the Corona virus seemed to mutate.

A wide range of people suddenly mutated into virus specialists and health experts, legal luminaries and political insiders. It was not at all helpful if individual physicians and virologists publicly held different views, which are not in accordance with the scientific consensus. These people were suddenly elevated to „heroes of „truth“ and made anti-witnesses of the establishment.

Like moths to a flame, all the discontented, angry opponents of the system, critics of capitalism, right-wing populists pouring oil on the fire, bawling bald-headed people and „Merkel must go“ yellers flocked together and mingled with yoga practitioners, meditators, as well as people who simply wanted a „better system“. Emotional fire accelerators like KenFM, Sven Liebich, Lügenstöckl, NPD offshoots and various AFD supporters moderated the „happening“ and it did not take long until this situation led to the foundation of a new party – called „Resistance 2020“. Founded by Victoria Hamm, the Sinsheim swindle doctor Bodo Schiffmann and the Leipzig lawyer Ralf Ludwig.

The appeal of „Resistance 2020“ continued as long as Covid 19 and the restrictions imposed by governments were highly active. In the meantime this has abated. First the chairwoman Victoria Hamm stepped down from the party (because of internal differences of opinion), her replacement, the chairwoman of the supervisory board of „Humanimity“, Sandra Wesolek, also threw in the towel soon after. And now also the founder and vice-chairman of the party, Bodo Schiffmann, has left Resistance 2020. Only Ralf Ludwig remains, who keeps the coma patient „Resistance 2020“ alive.

In conclusion – it will not yet be completely silent about the topic Covid – 19, but it slowly fades in its importance. At least for the moment. If we are lucky and there will be no 2nd or third wave, it will stay that way.

Crisis intensification

Another topic has now captured the attention of the world, people and media – a topic that has never been completely absent: racism and police brutality in the USA.

The violent death of the African-American George Floyd, after a police operation, was followed by peaceful protests in the USA, but there were also riots and looting. And as in dealing with the corona virus, Donald Trump shifts to denial of the structural problem, puts the blame on others and does just about anything to pour even more fire into the heated atmosphere.

Under the hashtag #blackllivesmatter, which has been known since 2013 and is a name for an African-American civil rights movement, people are gathering again to demonstrate against state arbitrariness, police brutality and unfair treatment of dark-skinned people. Previous slogans of the movement, such as „Hands up, don’t shoot“, „White silence is violence“, „No justice, no peace“, „Is my son next?“ are being used again, including the now popular „I can’t breathe“ and „BlackOutTuesday“.

It is no longer just a movement of the „black community“. Within just a few days, numerous politicians, celebrities and large companies have raised their voices and spoken out in favor of the BlackLivesMatter movement. More and more representatives of the video game industry are also joining in. Sony, for example, has refrained from presenting the new Playstation 5 due to the current situation. But also companies like Microsoft, Activision, EA, Massive Entertainment, Square Enix, Bethesda, Naughty Dog, Disney, Marvel, Warner Bros, and many other global big players made clear statements against racism and expressed their solidarity. Over 50 influential companies have donated large sums of money to the movement.

Yes, Soros‘ Open Society Foundation is one of them (about $33 million), but is rather outdone by all others, especially FORD Foundation and Borealis Philanthropy (about $100 million). Also worthy of mention are the Hill-Snowden Foundation, Solidaire, the NoVo Foundation, the Association of Black Foundation Executives, the Neighborhood Funders Group-Funders for Justice, Anonymous Donors, and many more.

It is already becoming apparent that this issue could potentially break Donald Trump’s neck and prevent his re-election. „Poor Donald“, after his mismanagement in the Corona crisis became visible to everyone, now police brutality and racism challenge him. And here again he reacts headlessly and impulse-driven instead of showing presidential leadership. Instead he meets the problem in the familiar perpetrator-victim reversal tactic.

Incidentally, the same thing happens as in the Covid 19 demonstrations in Austria and Germany – extreme right-wing „withe supremacy“ agitators mingle with the demonstrators. They incite people and loot, start brawls and set fire to buildings. Incited by Donald Trump, who simply claimed that it was „the ANTIFA“ that was firing up the demonstrations, his followers do everything in their power to discredit the movement and make it look bad in the eyes of the public.

In a series of messages, a Twitter account called „Antifa US“ had called on protesters to march into neighborhoods and „take what is ours“. Twitter itself had cleared up the fact that behind this account „American Identity Movement“ is the extreme right-wing formerly known as „Identity Evropa“, that was behind the protest and deleted the account.

Blacklivesmatter is a movement that I wholeheartedly endorse. What I find less good about it is that this conglomeration of people is happening on the streets while the corona virus is still highly active in the world. There is also no question of keeping a distance, a large majority can be seen wearing masks during the protests, but not all of them. I fear that this will have some unpleasant consequences. But the German demonstrations against a „Corona dictatorship“ and against police arbitrariness and brutality by blacklivesmatter could not be more different.

The sense of demonstrating against a world domination by Bill Gates and an alleged forced chippings or because one is forced to wear a mask temporarily stinks against blacklivesmatter. This is about addressing really important issues of the human species. The core statement of „Blacklivesmatter“ is – “ stop treating us like shit!“

It did not take long, of course, for the rumor mill to start bubbling on this topic as well and the „usual suspects“ went peddling „THE truth“ about it to everyone. You know, from „it’s all a government diversion“ to George Floyd wouldn’t be dead. It would all be a false flag operation and George Soros would be behind the protests. Xavier Naidoo also tells his followers about it and although the man from Mannheim had his own experiences with racism, he is not too stupid to devalue the blacklivesmatter movement. He described the demonstrators who are now taking to the streets against racism and police violence as hypocrites. And ends with a whataboutism rant – „anyone who comes up with an organization called Black lives matter is a divider“.

Naidoo justified his statement by saying that for him all lives count. Sounds plausible on the surface but clearly demonstrates that he did not understand the fundamental problem at all. Naidoo parrots something he has probably read or heard from Alex Jones or another opponent from the disinformation movement. The blacklivesmatter movement has been struggling with such whataboutism arguments from the beginning, since 2013. Not surprisingly, „All Lives Matter“ is often used as a counter-argument by the racist „white supremacy“ groups.

Barack Obama found good words for this: „I think the reason why the organizers use the term „Black Lives Matter“ was not because they wanted to imply that other lives do not matter. They are saying that there is a specific problem in the African American community that does not exist in other communities. This is a legitimate problem that we need to address.

Sounds logical, right? It is. Let’s say you broke your arm and you go to the doctor. He won’t tell you – „all bones count“, but will turn to the current problem. The bone that is just broken. If your house is on fire, the fire department will not tell you “ all houses caunt“ – they will simply put out the fire.

If you come to blacklivesmatter with alllivesmatter, you are part of the problem not the solution. This tries to ignore or disguise the problem by directing the criticism behind it to another topic.

It is definitely crisis – and virus time

A virus form that is completely unknown to most people is going around and is at least as infectious as Covid 19. They are mental and emotional viruses. Positive, negative, destructive and constructive viruses of all kinds. Created by humans every day and they influence all humans, more or less.

We are usually not used to accept the idea that our thoughts as well as our feelings and the words we utter have substantial meanings. Substantial is literally meant here – both thoughts, emotions and words contain substances that act as carriers of their expression. Through which the respective content of thoughts, feelings/emotions and words is transported, which always involves an „inaudible“, complex bundling of frequencies and takes on form, sound and tones. We do not „just think“, we generate a thought form for it, depending on the intensity of our respective thoughts – a kind of „pale being“.

And we do not „just feel“, we generate emotional signatures that can be perceived, „read“, felt and recognized by other people, consciously or unconsciously. We do not „just talk“, our words always convey a large context of mental and emotional content. Whoever listens carefully can often discover contradictions in the words, because the transported feelings are not in harmony with them.

As the person we are, we resemble a piano. We are a musical instrument with many keys and tones, with which the most diverse vibration frequencies can be expressed. Depending on how well we have learned to handle our instrument and how the individual tones are tuned, it will decide how harmonious or disharmonious our personal sound, our own melody, is. Everything we think, feel, say or do sounds through us and creates sounds that are received by others.

The more sensitive a person is or the better he can listen, the more contents of his counterpart he will be able to perceive. How aware someone is or is not of these levels, however, is basically irrelevant. The thought forms, emotional content, sounds and frequencies of other people are also perceived unconsciously. Basically, we all speak through individualized codes – the spoken or written words mean nothing in themselves. The linear arrangement of symbols (letters) that form words has a meaning for us because they are charged with emotional and mental sounds that form a kind of overall picture. We all encode such images on a daily basis and send them out from us. And we all decode every day a huge accumulation of sent consciousness images – which we have either seen, heard or read.

How much we are influenced by the opinions of other people or media – their generated images – depends to a large extent on our own identity structure. And on the respective topics that are founded in it.

Our exchange of information and images becomes a virus – either constructive or destructive – when it spreads in wide circles and becomes more and more emotionally charged. Our thoughts, emotions and the words we speak not only influence ourselves, but also other people. This means we infect other people with our ideas. And other people infect us with their ideas. If an idea or assertion fascinates, impresses, captivates or outrages us, it can go so far that we forget the origin and, spurred on by the charge of an idea, run amok with it.

All of us together are embedded in a collective frequency field, which is reflected in personal, national and global situations. None of us is virtually „an island“, we all manipulate and influence each other. We can hardly escape this, unless we have no contact to other people anymore. But even then it would probably be difficult to escape the collective astral field.

The collective field contains positive, negative, destructive and constructive viruses of all kinds. We encounter emotional and mental viruses all the time, but nowhere in such a concentrated form as in the „social media“. In this respect, the Internet is a single, gigantic virus slingshot. And all of us who make use of it cannot get away with it.

The opinion of others

The technical development of the Internet has made it possible for us to be exposed to a storm of opinions and views on a daily basis in a way that has never been possible before. About 22,510 GB of data are fed into the Internet every second. That is about 2 billion GB per day (exactly 1,944,864.00 GB [2015]). YouTube has a monthly data volume of about 16 Exabyte (Exabyte = 1018 Byte). About 3 million videos per hour are consumed on YouTube. There are 1. 012 315 000 websites on the net. About 16 million of these websites are hacked annually.

About 4 million new blog entries are written every day, 80 million photos are uploaded to Instagram, 618 million „tweets“ are posted – that is 7130 tweets per second. Facebook processes 2.5 billion pieces of content, 2.7 billion likes and 300 million photos every day. All in all, this adds up to a daily data volume of more than 500 terabytes, just for FB alone. About 4 billion search queries are made daily via Google and 10 billion videos are viewed on YouTube. And these numbers will increase, the rush on our inner senses will become more and more intense.

One drama after the other is being chased through the internet every day. An ever-increasing number of bloggers and websites vie for our daily attention. And hardly anybody takes the time to ask themselves, is it really true what I hear or read? What is it really about? And what would be even more important: Does it really have anything to do with ME? Is this really MINE? Or did I just get infected with an emotional virus that is related to a personal topic?

Although we humans generally assume that we have reasonable opinions and justifiable arguments, or that we see the world with clear eyes – this is rarely the case. Each of us lives in our own reality and we all believe that the world is as we secretly assume it to be. The perspective of how we see the world is largely based on the filter of our own beliefs.

One of the effects that has come through the Internet is the amazing development that many people have become aware of how the mainstream press often reports manipulatively or at least with omission – and sometimes doesn’t present the whole picture. By the way, this is not the fault of the press. Nobody can cover all sides of a story, and certainly not in a single article. If you want to know halfway exactly what’s going on, you have to make an effort yourself and look at different perspectives. But the same people then believe every shit that somebody says on YouTube. Actually, many people today don’t believe anything anymore.

But „alternative facts“ to the corona crisis, you believe them. Doctors who are not virologists or virologists who have not been up to date in this field for a long time, we listen to them more than to the top specialists.

We believe that a statesman who uses victim reversal as a means of perpetration. People who lament with a chest sound of the conviction that the Basic Law is in danger – we let ourselves be influenced by that. We reject a black civil rights movement because we allow ourselves to be persuaded that this means that not all lives count. One encounters „BlackLivesMatter“ with WhiteLivesMatter or „AllLivesMatter. Or if someone once again complains – „you’re not allowed to say all this anymore“ – we agree with indignation. Not realizing that he/she has just said it on Facebook, Youtube, Twitter, blogs, etc. Which of course leads the statement ad absurdum, but somehow we don’t really notice it anymore.

A youth movement for environmental awareness, „Friday for future“, is met with „Friday for poverty in old age“. Renewable forms of energy, such as wind turbines that generate renewable electricity, are met with „but they kill innocent insects“. If you read somewhere, in any newspaper, that right-wing extremist violence has increased again in the last year, you don’t have to wait long for someone to comment „hey, what about left-wing violence? A women’s movement for sexual abuse and violence is countered with the argument that there is also abuse of women against men. An African-American movement against police brutality and structural racism is countered with „and what about racism against whites? Particularly deep-seated – „what about racism against Germans?

What is actually wrong with us?

Why do we let „whataboutism arguments“ manipulate us? Why can’t we see through the transparency of such cheap maneuvers and recognize that they distract us from the actual core of a situation or a justified criticism and divert our attention to another area?

Besides all the positive and constructive things the Internet stands for, there is also a dark side to it. Among other things it is misused for a modern form of witch hunts and witch burning. Angela Merkel, Greta Thunberg, Barack Obama, George Soros, Bill Gates, the Rothschilds, Rockefeller and many other public figures are burned at some Internet stake every day, applauded and cheered. And this comes not only from the right, but from all sides. If you look at the comments on such postings, you can observe the violent reactions, where a storm of indignation, anger and hatred is unleashed, which is then projected onto the designated persons.

The art of differentiation seems to have become a lost art.

There is such a variety of information and opinions, often colored by interests, sometimes just imaginatively lied about and only partially true, that it would basically take some time and energy to separate the facts from rumors and lies. A personal effort that hardly anyone is willing to put in, or perhaps doesn’t have the time.

But that is what we all have to learn.

Media competence

Without media competence, we run the risk of drowning in the flood of information. Not only reading texts, but also watching YouTube videos or films today requires more and more critical discernment. The critical filtering of information, comments, text content and the images offered in addition, is proving to be an ever increasing challenge. Today, for every x any topic, completely different and often contradictory opinions are in circulation. And we are experiencing the phenomenon that people often only read the headlines of articles and not the whole article. The attention threshold has become extremely low for some people. Headlines alone can lead to emotional convulsions …

It is important that we learn to understand how communication works and how information affects us. When we read or hear words, we don’t just sort the meaning of the words and sum them up in a particular context. We also record all the unsaid, the energetic, mental and emotional signatures that the speaker or writer gives to their words. It is already scientifically known that in communications, brains are synchronized. To a synchronization of brain waves that goes beyond mere speech processing. It will not be long before we discover that this synchronization does not only occur in spoken communication, but in any kind of communication, even when the information is transported via screens.

If we identify with what someone writes or says because something within us resonates with it, then synchronization occurs with the mental, intellectual and emotional content that is presented to us. Emotional content of all kinds affects the heart field, the glands and the electrochemical energies of the body, i.e. the energetic environment in the body, which causes either an increase or decrease of the personal energy level.

The question that arises is, what do I focus my personal attention on? And can I think for myself or do I simply take over every piece of information offered to me, which includes concepts and perspectives from other people that I usually don’t even know? If we take over everything that strangers prepare for us, we are condemned to walk around with concepts that are not our own.

But the only person who has a responsibility here, what kind of information he lets into his system, is me. The only person who is able to differentiate between the information and my personal feeling about it is me. The only one who can learn to check the opinions of others is me. Nobody will do that for me.

Nevertheless, it is also true that constant effort, investigation, checking and research is no guarantee for a secure knowledge – sometimes you are simply confronted with the fact that you cannot know at the moment! But you can learn to endure that.

What we see is in my eyes, in many respects, an expression of a massive crisis of orientation and a resulting upheaval. Humanity is beginning to define itself anew, once again. We are moving from an age where people were rather „prisoners of their consciousness“ and their experience, to an epoch where people understand that they are NOT their consciousness. But that his consciousness is an attribute, a quality, his very own being and his creative power. And how this is expressed, lies in his very personal responsibility.

The old psychological self of humanity, which accepted oppression of the weak, predator capitalism, perpetrator-victim conversion, wars, exploitation of earth and humanity, will be replaced. But this old energy is struggling for survival. Hard and fierce. We are far from being through this.

One thing can be sure – the next crisis is waiting. And again it will be driven through the Internet village in an over-dramatized way. Where will you stand then? To which side will you then give your spiritual support? What will you be guided by? Your reason and your own views after you have dealt with the situation to some extent or will you follow the emotional pull that was triggered by the opinions of others?

What kind of sound will you add to the overall melody?

Until next time same station

DISCLAIMER: Nothing you read here is THE truth. It is my truth. My perception and how I see things – now, in this moment.

THE INFORMATION SPACE

#crisis #virus #consciousness

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Built to Last - Chapter 13

The agony of choice. Pest or cholera.

Yes I know this story strayed from the original construction au idea xD But it'll be back to construction soon! My only excuse is that I had as much idea of where this story would go as you guys x) We're all reading this story for the first time, I'm just one chapter ahead kshdgfhj

And no, don't worry, I will not be focusing on the law stuff and the trial and whatnot, frankly because I've only once given testimony at the police station and that's where my experience ends xD So, back to what I know about. Cuddles, hurt/comfort and construction soon x)

Ao3 / FF.net

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The moment Willow had pulled Amity back she felt like she had been drowning and resurfaced. Her frozen state of shock didn’t let up, but at least she could breathe again.

Willows arms around her felt comforting and cleansing, as if that guy’s touch was fading the longer her friend was holding her. She was blinking fast and breathing erratically, her heartbeat sounding in her ears before she somewhat pulled herself together again. Managing to calm her shaking hands, Amity registered Willow’s flannel jacket now, because her forehead was pressed against it, and she was clenching her fingers into it as her friend was rubbing over her back.

Trying to calm her breathing, she blinked some more, closing her mouth and opening again, never letting go of Willow and her comfort.

Even if her friend was focused on something else, as she barely registered. Trying to push her away, pulling in one direction, shouting?

Amity barely managed to look up, seeing that Willow was looking at something behind Amity’s back, and obviously torn between continuing to hold her and pushing her away to do something else. But she couldn’t let go now, she was Amity’s only anchor. She wouldn’t let her go.

Suddenly, sounds resurfaced again and her ears started functioning.

“... It go, Luz! Luz! Stop!”, she could make out Willow’s shouts now and wondered what they were directed at. Following Willow’s gaze, she barely kept herself balanced, leaning more heavily on her friend, not letting her go.

Just then, she saw the guy who had tried getting a kiss out of her swinging at Luz. Amity’s heart skipped a beat in fear, then it sank. Her breath hitched as she watched his fist flying past Luz’s face just by a hand width before they both started stumbling. Luz was faster in catching herself again, balling her fists once more, and Amity wanted to shout at her not to engage, not to anger him even more, as was Willow, but no sound came over her lips.

“Luz!! Let it go!”, Willow called again, but Luz couldn’t hear her. She was swinging at the guy and her fist connected with his face at full force.

From then, everything went incredibly fast.

Amity wasn’t even collected enough to watch the fight unfold. They seemed to move quicker than her brain was processing the hits. They both landed some punches on each other before his group intervened just a second later, two of the guys grabbing Luz and slamming her against a pillar and leaving her dizzy, while the other two looked after their bleeding friend who was trying to recover from a blow to the stomach.

Willow let go of her and was just taking a step towards the seemingly deescalated situation, pulling Amity along with her because she was still holding onto her jacket, then another guy that Amity hadn’t seen before took one look at his friend and assaulted Luz. Within a second, she was curling up and he pulled back for a kick. Amity let go of Willow’s jacket and her friend bolted.

“Hey, STOP!!”, Willow was screaming now, but before they could do anything before his friends could hold him back, he kicked Luz in the face and she fell on her back, all limbs sprawled as she came to a stop on the ground.

Willow was quicker than his group. Her friend had already grabbed the guy’s collar and thrown him over her hips. His friends jumped to action, and for a short, frightening moment, Amity thought they might go at Willow now, but they rushed past her and kept their squirming, enraged friend on the floor.

Amity felt like she had to collapse.

She had had way too much alcohol for that and while she might feel sober, she definitely wasn’t. This was already a new situation for her, but then being assaulted by this guy and witnessing a fight involving her girlfriend was too much for her.

She felt herself shutting down and put her face in her hands. Luckily, Gus had come out of the toilet by now and, after assessing the situation, wrapped her up in a hug, while Willow looked after Luz who was still knocked out on the floor. Luckily, the group of men contained their friends so nobody was throwing punches anymore.

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When Luz woke up again, she felt incredibly groggy.

Everything was painful and aching. She felt like she had been run over by a car. Groaning, she tried moving her fingers and toes, and while three-fourths of all extremities worked, some fingers protested in pangs of pain.

She then tried opening her eyes and blinked against the blinding brightness of a street light. Her limbs seemed to work so far, so she tried sitting up, but her head was hurting like hell. With a whimper, she relaxed again, wanting nothing more than the pain to stop.

“Luz, oh my god...”, a voice suddenly said and she registered Willow kneeling down next to her, putting her hands on her cheeks to inspect her. She couldn’t have been out for a long time, it looked like she had just fallen unconscious.

“... How-... How long was I out?”, she slurred and Willow groaned.

“A few seconds. Couldn’t you have just let it go?!”, she complained but she wasn’t invested in actually receiving an answer. She was already busy looking at Luz’s injuries.

Her eyebrow had split open, and a laceration had appeared on her cheekbone from the kick that had knocked her out. Her jaw felt like it was bursting in pain so she kept her mouth shut and let Willow help her up to a sitting position.

One of the guys came over to kneel next to Willow and Luz and while she couldn’t recognize who he was, he didn’t seem aggressive.

“The cops are on their way.”, he said, seemingly fairly sober in comparison to his friends, “Sorry for Jake’s behavior. He’s-... Usually not like that. Are you okay?”

Willow almost looked like she was about to snap but she appreciated the guy’s politeness, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Who called the police?”, the guy turned and pointed to another friend who was still on the phone, so Willow nodded, “Please tell him to call an ambulance as well? She was knocked out, she needs one.”

The guy nodded and got back up to tell his friend, then Luz looked around. She could see the two guys who had attacked her being contained by their group, while two others were coordinating the police. Breathing through, she looked back to Willow, before turning to see Gus holding a shaking Amity. She seemed like she was having a breakdown. Waving him to come closer, he obeyed and pulled Amity along with him, while Willow kneeled so she could support Luz’s back. She wasn’t too sure that her friend would keep her consciousness, so she would rather hold her.

Gus nudged Amity to get down on her knees as well and as soon as she realized she was close to Luz, she immediately let go of Gus and fell around Luz’s neck. At least she wasn’t actually crying. Luz quickly pulled her closer and groaned, but wouldn’t let that stop her.

Amity was shaking and trembling in her shock as if she was cold, and Luz had some difficulty holding her steadily, but she did her best to do so, knowing Amity needed someone to hold her right now.

“Why-... Why did you-... Never do that-...”, she stuttered and Luz nodded.

“Yeah-... That sucked big time. I’m sorry...”

That only seemed to upset her more, so Luz pulled her in closer and let her break down in her arms, grateful for Willow’s knee supporting her back because if that wasn’t there, she wouldn’t have been able to hold Amity’s weight.

Slowly, the situation seemed to calm down. The two aggressive guys were sitting on the ground now and didn’t seem to attempt anything, while Gus had joined the two others calling the police to talk about what had happened.

Willow stayed with Luz and Amity to make sure her friend wouldn’t lose consciousness again. Amity had slowly stopped trembling but still seemed shaken up about this, pressing her face on Luz’s chest and focusing on breathing for now. Luz held her tightly and had a quiet conversation with Willow about their following plans, if they would bring Amity home or not, depending on what the emergency doctors would say.

Willow then turned to Gus who returned to inform them that the ambulance was taking another moment, but the police were already on their way, so they would come soon. Luz took that chance to softly squeeze Amity’s shoulder and lean down, doing her best not to get any blood on her green locks. Luckily, Willow had some tissues in her purse and had cleaned her up as far as she could.

“Hey Amity?”, she asked and slightly grimaced at the pain of moving her jaw, but she had to check up on her, “... Talk to me... How’re you holding up?”

A small whimper came from the little bubble she had created for herself in Luz’s chest, and she couldn’t help but chuckle as Amity cuddled closer, shaking her head. Wrapping her arm around her a little tighter, she reached up to brush some strands out of her face to get a peek at her.

“I know, it’s okay to be afraid... I’m here, and we’ll make sure he doesn’t touch you.”, she tried soothing her, before looking up at the first blue lights showing up down the road, “The police is here.”

They waited in that position until the police car came to a stop by the entrance of the park, and Amity wouldn’t even move when they all gave their statements to the officers. At least she could talk, from her position of being curled up against Luz.

The ambulance arrived just a moment later and they inspected Luz and the other guy. Willow took Amity from her lap and hugged her instead, relieved when the girl started to show some signs of coming back from her shocked state.

Gus was with Luz in the ambulance, so Willow made sure Amity was feeling safe. Finally, she drew a shuddering breath and straightened up a little, shaking some of the shock off.

“Hey, you feeling better?”, she asked and Amity managed to give her a nod, pursing her lips.

“... I’m sorry...”, she pressed out and Willow immediately hugged her again, shaking her head.

“Don’t you dare apologize. You weren’t at fault for any of this.”

But Amity still felt like she had to address her behavior. She was unhappy with how she had acted, being all useless and shaky and not intervening and keeping Luz from attacking him.

“I-... I was so useless...”, she mumbled, her chin wobbling, but Willow adamantly shook her head as she parted them, holding her shoulders.

“Hey, shut it. You weren’t required to be useful. You just went through that and what Luz did was on her responsibility.”, she pulled her in to hug her tightly again and that somehow managed to soothe Amity’s mind at least a little bit, even if she was still shaking a little.

Soon, Gus returned to them, without Luz who was still being cared for in the ambulance, putting a comforting hand on Amity’s back.

“Okay, here’s how is. Luz is a dumbass, but she didn’t get majorly hurt. Bruised her hand, some bruises on her stomach, elbows, jaw, and two lacerations that don’t need stitches. She’s being patched up right now and they’re checking her vitals to make sure she’s gonna be fine.”, he explained quickly and Amity gave a small sigh of relief, before listening up at him saying her name, “Listen, Amity, I also talked to the police and they said that if you wanna press charges, you should leave your info. Do you want to?”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Amity thought about that. If she pressed charges against that guy, her parents would know. If her parents knew she had been out at night with her new friends which were not hand sorted by her mother, they wouldn’t let her see them again.

At least, that was the worst possible outcome, but it was possible and that scared her.

“... No.”, she quietly decided and Willow’s hand on her back rubbed up and down.

“Are you sure, Amity?”, she asked and Amity shrugged, before pulling a grimace.

“If-... If I press charges, this will go public. I’m-... Kind of famous.”, she furrowed her eyebrows as she heard a snort coming from Gus.

“Weird time to flex that.”, he commented, and immediately, she heard a smack on the back of his head from Willow. Sighing, she shook her head.

“My last name is well known.”, she rephrased, before continuing, “Point is, this would go big on the news, and my parents would know. And-... If they knew who I was with tonight, they would probably make me stop seeing you guys. I-... I couldn’t-...”, she sniffled and shook her head, but Gus wouldn’t back down.

“Amity... The thing is if you-... If you don’t press charges...”, he grimaced and squirmed, obviously feeling uncomfortable with this situation while doing his best to phrase this right, “Okay, so, listen. Luz defended you, right? If you don’t press charges against that guy, she won’t have proof she was defending you. Since she was technically attacking him first, he would have all the right to sue her for assault.”

Willow’s hand stopped on Amity’s back.

“But-... His friends are witnesses that he assaulted Amity. Isn’t their testimony proof enough?”, she asked and Gus groaned. “Yes, that is proof, but this is assault we’re speaking about. His friends were on the other side of the street and we were on the toilet. Basically, it’s a he said/she said situation. In that case, it can’t be proven that Amity was really assaulted, and thus Luz would have no ground for self-defense.”, he explained, making Willow nod.

“So, Luz needs Amity to press charges against him?”, she asked and Gus shrugged.

“It would definitely help her case, and make the chances of winning self-defense higher than being tried for assault since she got physical first.”

Amity bit her lip, looking down at her shoes while her friends still argued. Of course, there was still some ground for Luz’s case to be ruled as self-defense and to sue that guy for assault, but she knew that if she sued him first, there would be more ground for her lawyer to work in Luz’s favor.

Groaning, she leaned against Willow.

“Yeah, of course I’ll press charges against him...”, she mumbled and Willow pulled her in close.

“Hey, you don’t have to.”, she insisted, even if Gus was huffing, “If Amity doesn’t want to, nobody will force her to. I can absolutely understand if she’s scared of her parents cutting us off.”

“Yeah, but Luz might go to jail.”, he argued and Amity freed herself from both their embraces, lifting her hands. Suddenly, now that there was stuff to think about and to be done, she was functioning again.

“I will press charges.”, she determinedly said, shooting both of them a glare, “I’d rather be cut off from you guys than have Luz go to prison if I can help it. And besides, I’m an adult. My parents may still have power over me, but I can argue for myself.”

Leaving them both, she stalked to the ambulance, her mind running a thousand miles an hour. Her shock wasn’t wearing off, she could still feel her heart being clenched by fear, but she couldn’t let this happen to Luz. Shaking her head, somehow freeing her body of the frozen shock she had felt before, she knocked against the ambulance door.

When it was opened, an emergency doctor stuck his head out and she breathed through, looking up to him.

“Can I talk to Luz Noceda?”, she asked and he nodded, opening the door for her. She climbed inside and once she saw Luz sitting on the stretcher, she immediately rushed to her, pulling her into a tight hug.

“I was so worried about you...”, she finally mumbled when Luz hugged her back, the first words she had said to her ever since that had happened, and closed her eyes. The other girl let out a sigh, and she could hear the pained smile on her lips as she spoke.

“... It’s okay... I’m okay.”, she replied, making Amity sniffle.

“You’re an idiot.”, she pulled back and cupped Luz’s face, making sure not to touch any of her injuries, then she huffed, “I’ll press charges against this guy. Otherwise, you won’t have enough ground to come out of this with self-defense.”

Luz gave her a little smile, before nodding.

“It’s the right thing to do... You gotta bring these guys to justice. And-...”, she grimaced, “I would very much like to not go to jail. My Mama would be furious.”

Amity nodded and pressed a small kiss to her forehead, then she stepped in closer and let Luz hug her thighs, leaning her probably aching head against her stomach while she turned to the emergency doctor who was still in the ambulance with them.

“Is she cleared to go home?”, she asked and he turned back to her, nodding.

“Yeah, we did everything she needed. Since she has no broken bones and doesn’t seem very groggy, we would just advise her to rest.”, he explained and Amity nodded, softly weaving through Luz’s hair as she gave a pathetic whimper.

“Okay... We’ll make sure she arrives there.”, she firmly replied, patting Luz’s shoulder to get her agreement, then she looked back up to the emergency doctor again, “In case any later complications arise from the injuries, can she be taken care of at a hospital? Will she be insured?”

He nodded at that and waved it off.

“We got all her contacts and the incident was reported, both by the police and us. If any complications arise in the following days, just bring her to the hospital and she’ll be taken care of. Her insurance is notified, so everything’s taken care of.”

Amity leaned down to give Luz another little kiss on her hair, then she softly nudged her.

“I’ll go outside to talk to the police, but I’ll send Willow to pick you up.”, she mumbled, then she parted from her and gave a little wave while Luz pouted after her, before exiting the ambulance and waving Willow over.

“Luz is taken care of and good to go. You go get her, I’ll talk to the police.”, she instructed them and was ready to go but Willow held her back.

“Before we leave, I want you checked for your shock. Okay?”, Willow said in her most authoritarian mom-voice and Amity managed a nod, before going over to where the police car was standing, meeting one of the officers as her partner was just putting away the second guy, presumably to take them to the police station.

“You’re the assault victim, right?”, she greeted her and Amity nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. Curse herself for not bringing a jacket, even if it was summer the nights could get chilly.

“Yeah. I’d like to press charges against the man who sexually assaulted me.”, she firmly declared and the police officer nodded, turning to the car, pointing to the backseat.

“Can you identify who of those two men assaulted you?”, she asked and Amity pointed to the right one. She would never forget the gray shirt he was wearing, his short blonde hair, or his brown eyes. She had spent too much time being afraid of that face.

Although he was wearing a big bandage on his nose after having been checked by the emergency doctors, she still recognized him.

“This one. With the blonde hair and the gray shirt.”, she clarified and the police officer nodded.

“Do you know his name?”, she asked and she shook her head, to which he pulled out a notepad and wrote something down.

“Alright. His name is Jacob Benson. We took all your testimonies today and we’ll bring those two to the station to sober up. Please come to the station on Monday and testify again, and we’ll see what we can do about that.”, looking up, the police officer eyed her, “As I understood, your friend is filing for self-defense against Jacob Banson his friend, Martin Davis?”

Amity nodded at that, hugging herself tighter.

“Yeah, she defended me. With-...”, she fidgeted, “With me pressing charges, her chances are better not to be tried for assault, right?”

The officer leaned against the car and nodded, noting the last few things down.

“Yeah. I mean, if your friend acted out of self-defense that’s a given fact anyway, but with your charge, there’s a bigger chance that the other guys won’t have a chance with their assault charge.”, she explained and Amity grimaced.

“They are pressing charges against Luz?”, she asked and the officer shrugged.

“They’re heavily intoxicated for now, so they didn’t say anything about that yet. But I’m sure they will once they’ve sobered up.”, she looked up to Amity, “To be entirely clear, you are testifying for your friend to have acted in self-defense, for your safety?”

Quickly agreeing, Amity nodded sharply, glaring at the two guys sitting in the car who were apparently arguing with each other, but she couldn’t hear what they said.

“Yes. I was sexually assaulted by this... Jacob and my friend Luz Noceda acted in self-defense and pushed him off me when I was unable to. And then he tried to hit her.”, she shivered at the memory, “And, uh-... His friend, Martin, only joined and started beating Luz when the fight was already broken up.”

The police officer noted that down again, before checking with the other notes she had already taken, then she nodded.

“Alright. Your charge is noted and all info is collected. We’ll see you on Monday?”, she asked and Amity nodded again, shivering. The officer stepped to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?”, she asked and Amity gave a shaky smile.

“I’m still running on adrenaline after getting sexually assaulted. Otherwise, I’m fine.”, she tried, but the officer gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Get yourself checked while the ambulance is still here, okay? You’ll be fine eventually, but I recommend getting therapy.”, she softly said and Amity nodded, willing her tears back. The officer gave another small smile, before her expression hardened, “They’ll be brought to justice if you press charges. It’s the right thing to do.”

Amity hesitated with her thanks as she eyed the officer. Something about her hard gaze and her insistence told her she had seen this more than often, and that another victim had backed out of suing their assaulters. She nodded and the officer seemed relieved.

“Thank you. I will definitely not let them get away with this.”, she promised, before bidding her goodbye and getting back to the ambulance. After reluctantly getting checked for her shock, they finally let Luz go and the four friends got all info they needed, before finally leaving. The ambulance drivers had offered to call a cab for them but Luz had waved it off, wanting to walk a little before resting. They had let her go with a warning to take it easy for a few days, then they had packed up their things and left.

Luckily for them, the apartment wasn’t as far anymore and while Willow carried Luz for the better part of it, it was relieving to walk through the fresh air and calm down a little.

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Headlines

News consumers are overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information (Pew Research Center) News fatigue is a global problem that has persisted for years, and the most recent survey gauging the issue shows that it’s not getting any better. In a survey of American adults by the Pew Research Center, 66% said they are “worn out” by the amount of news coverage, while just 32% said they like the amount of news they are getting.

Gunman kills 5 at Milwaukee brewery (NYT) A 51-year-old worker still wearing his uniform fatally shot five fellow Molson Coors employees on Wednesday before killing himself, officials said. About 1,000 people work at the sprawling complex, known for decades as the Miller Brewery. The shooting was the latest in a series of attacks at U.S. workplaces. Twelve months ago, a fired employee killed five workers at a suburban Chicago factory. Last May in Virginia Beach, a municipal worker who quit his job went on a shooting rampage and killed 12 people.

Divine intervention (Foreign Policy) Pope Francis has asked Catholics across the world to quit bashing each other on social media, urging them to give up trolling for Lent, the season that leads to Easter. “Today, people insult each other as if they were saying ‘Good Day,’” he said.

Italy’s economy was scary enough. Then came coronavirus. (Washington Post) Milan offices sit empty, while foreign tourists cancel trips to Venice. Restrictions imposed to control the virus--and public panic--have transformed Italy’s commercial and financial capital in a way some Milanese fear will result in a deep and lasting economic blow. Meanwhile, the rest of the continent--which even before was worried about slowing growth, global trade wars and the continued uncertainty of Brexit--is bracing itself.

No email. No WhatsApp. No internet. This is now normal life in Kashmir. (BuzzFeed News) Since August 5, Indian authorities have kept the people of Kashmir in a digital blackout, restricting most internet access. At 205 days and counting, it’s the longest-running internet shutdown in any democracy so far. Newspapers in the region have been hit especially hard, and many have stopped publishing or have started leaning heavily on government press releases. “We’re not doing journalism anymore,” says Sajjad Haider, editor-in-chief of the Kashmir Observer, one of the region’s largest publications. “We’re putting out trash.”

Sporadic Violence Continues in Delhi (Foreign Policy) An uneasy calm has settled over Delhi after three days of riots, with the death toll from the unrest rising to 27 on Wednesday. More than 200 people have been injured by rocks, bullets, beatings, stabbings, and even acid burns. The clashes between Hindus and Muslims began amid protests over India’s new controversial citizenship law passed in December, which eases the pathway to citizenship for some immigrants from neighboring countries but excludes Muslims. Although India’s national security advisor has said the situation is “under control,” the religious violence has been the worst in the capital in decades, the Guardian reports. Mobs have chanted pro-Hindu slogans and burned or vandalized mosques, shops, and other Muslim properties. Police and paramilitary forces have been deployed in the hardest-hit areas of the city, where many Muslims have now abandoned their homes.

Coronavirus Upends U.S. Military Plans in Asia (Foreign Policy) The United States and South Korea have postponed annual joint military exercises until further notice amid the coronavirus outbreak. The announcement comes after the U.S. military reported one its 28,500 service members stationed in South Korea tested positive for the virus the virus. The South Korean military has tracked nearly two dozen cases of the virus among its ranks. The news presents one of the starkest examples yet of the effects of the virus on U.S. national security as it spreads across Asia, the Middle East, and Europe. The head of U.S. European Command, Air Force Gen. Tod Wolters, told a congressional panel this week that he is preparing for the possibility of thousands of U.S. troops in Europe put on lockdown or facing restrictions on movement as the virus spreads across Italy and more cases are expected in Germany, Military.com reports.

China tightens screening for returning travelers (Foreign Policy) As the coronavirus threatens to become a pandemic, China is now seeking to stop travelers from bringing the disease back and causing reinfection from abroad. Some city governments have begun stricter health screenings for travelers to China and even quarantining those arriving from countries with new outbreaks. China itself has reported a slowdown in new cases, with the virus now spreading faster outside its borders than within.

Battle rages over strategic Syrian town of Saraqeb as humanitarian catastrophe unfolds (Reuters) Syrian rebels backed by Turkish forces said on Thursday they had recaptured the crossroads town of Saraqeb, marking a first big push-back of a Syrian government offensive. Russian state television said Turkish military specialists were using using shoulder-fired missiles to try to shoot down Russian and Syrian military aircraft over Idlib province--a development which if confirmed would mark a serious escalation of the conflict.

NATO in Urgent Talks After 33 Turkish Troops Killed in Syria (AP) NATO envoys were holding emergency talks Friday at the request of Turkey following the killing of 33 Turkish soldiers in northeast Syria, as scores of migrants gathered at Turkey’s border with Greece seeking entry into Europe.

Former European leaders say Trump’s Middle East peace plan akin to apartheid (Reuters) Fifty former European prime ministers and foreign ministers have condemned U.S. President Donald Trump’s Middle East peace plan in an open letter, saying it would create an apartheid-like situation in occupied Palestinian territory.

Saudi Arabia bans pilgrims as coronavirus spreads (Foreign Policy) Saudi Arabia has banned the entry of Muslim pilgrims heading to the holy cities of Mecca and Medina in an effort to halt the spread of the coronavirus. Saudi officials announced they are “suspending entry to the kingdom for the purpose of umrah and visiting the Prophet’s Mosque temporarily.” The traditional Islamic pilgrimage can take place at any time of year and approximately 8 million Muslims travel to Saudi Arabia annually--many during the month of Ramadan that starts in late April this year. The pilgrimage has been a vector for disease in the past: cholera outbreaks killed an estimated 20,000 pilgrims in 1821 and another 15,000 in 1865.

East Africa’s locust swarms (Foreign Policy) Desert locusts are still descending on East Africa’s crops in the most alarming numbers in decades. Exacerbated by climate shocks, the pests are fueling food insecurity in an already precarious region. “The fear is that this could push as many as 3 million people into food insecurity,” U.S. Agency for International Development Administrator Mark Green tells FP’s Robbie Gramer.

Nigeria Confirms Coronavirus, First in Sub-Saharan Africa (AP) Nigeria’s health authorities on Friday reported the country’s first case of a new coronavirus in Lagos, the first confirmed appearance of the disease in sub-Saharan Africa.

#headlines #news

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mdanishseo-blog · 5 years ago

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best ways to control to get rid of roaches

Introduction

Roaches are among the most common pests in many homes and other

buildings. At night they search for food in kitchens, food storage places, rubbish

bins, drains, and sewers. They are pests because of their filthy habits and bad smell.

Some people may become allergic to cockroaches after frequent exposure. Cockroaches can sometimes play a role as carriers of intestinal diseases, such as diarrhea, dysentery, typhoid fever, and cholera. Our main worry is how to

get rid of these roaches

? We have this answer so clear if we have known about roaches very well. Biology

Cockroaches are insects, flattened from top to bottom, usually with two pairs of

wings folded flat over the back. Most species rarely fly but they walk very

fast. The color usually varies from light brown to black. The species vary from 2–

3mm to over 80mm in length. Of over 3500 identified species only a few are of importance to people because

they have adapted to living in buildings. The most common species are:

• Periplaneta americana, the American cockroach, which occurs around the

world. It is 35–40mm in length and is a shiny reddish to chocolate brown

color. The egg case measures 8–10mm and contains 16 eggs.

• Periplaneta australasiae, the Australian cockroach, which occurs mainly in

tropical and subtropical areas. It is similar to the American cockroach, but

smaller (31–37mm long) and darker. It has a pale yellow stripe

on each forewing extending for about one-third its length. The egg case

contains about 22–24 eggs.

• Blatta orientalis, the Oriental cockroach, found mainly in cool temperate

regions. It is blackish and 20–27mm long. The egg case is 10–

12mm long and contains 16–18 eggs.

• Supella longi palpa, the brown-banded cockroach, which occurs around the

world. It is 10–14mm long and has yellow and brown bands. The

egg case is 4–5mm in length and contains about 16 eggs.

• Blattella germanica, the German cockroach, found in most parts of the world.

It is light yellowish brown and 10–15mm in length, making it one of the

smallest domestic cockroaches. The female usually carries the egg

case until shortly before the young come out. The egg case is light in color,

about 7–9mm long and contains about 40 eggs.Life cycle

Cockroaches are relatively primitive, having only three stages in their life cycle:

egg, nymph, and adult. The female deposits its eggs in groups surrounded by a leathery, bean-shaped egg case or capsule called an ootheca.

species, such as the German cockroach, carry the ootheca for several weeks

attached to the back end of the body. Most others deposit the ootheca after one or

two days. Oothecae are very distinctive and can frequently be used to determine

the species present. Depending on the species, temperature, and humidity, the eggs

hatch after 1–3 months.

The young cockroaches, or nymphs, are wingless, and usually only a few

millimeters long; they are white on hatching but darken within a few hours. They

grow in stages by repeatedly shedding the cuticle or skin. They are fully grown

after several months to more than a year, depending on the species. The adults

may or may not possess wings, consisting of one outer leathery pair beneath which

is folded a membranous pair.

Behavior

Pest lives in close association with people. They are tropical in

origin but in the temperate zones, most species live in parts of houses and other

buildings where warmth, moisture, and food are adequate.

Cockroaches usually live in groups. They are mostly active at night; in the

daytime they hide in cracks and crevices in walls, door frames, and furniture, and

insecure places in bathrooms, cupboards, steam tunnels, animal houses, basements,

televisions, radios, and other electric devices, drains, and sewer systems. If

the lights are turned on in an infested kitchen at night the cockroaches will run

from dishes, utensils, work surfaces and the floor towards shelter.

Cockroaches eat a great variety of food, including all food used for human

consumption. They prefer starchy and sugary materials. They sip milk

and nibble at cheese, meats, pastry, grain products, sugar and sweet chocolate.

They also feed on cardboard, book bindings, ceiling boards containing starch, the

the sized inner lining of shoe soles, their cast-off skins, dead and crippled

cockroaches, fresh and dried blood, excrement, sputum, and the fingernails and

toenails of babies and sleeping or sick persons.

Public health importance

Nuisance

Cockroaches are important pests because they spread filth and ruin food, fabrics, and book-bindings. They disgorge portions of their partially digested food at

intervals and drop feces. They also discharge a nauseous secretion both from their

mouths and from glands opening on the body which give a long-lasting, offensive

cockroach smell to areas or food visited by them.

Diseases

Cockroaches move freely from building to building or from drains, gardens, sewers

and latrines to human habitations. Because they feed on human feces as well as

human food they can spread germs that cause disease. Cockroaches

are not usually the most important cause of a disease but like houseflies.they may play a supplementary role in the spread of some diseases. They are

proven or suspected carriers of the organisms causing:

Diarrhea

Dysentery

Cholera

Leprosy

Plague fever typhoid fever and viral diseases such as poliomyelitis.

In addition, they carry the eggs of parasitic worms and may cause allergic

reactions, including dermatitis, itching, swelling of the eyelids and more serious respiratory conditions.

Control measures:

Effective control is easier in temperate climates (where cockroach populations

cannot survive outdoors in winter) than in humid and warm areas. The key to

control is cleanliness, which may be difficult in houses where there are children

and domestic animals. In isolated homes, control is easier to achieve than in

apartments where cockroaches may have easy access from adjacent quarters.

Reinfestation occurs from outdoors in warm areas, or along heating ducts and

water pipes in apartments, or from groceries or luggage brought from cockroach-infested

areas. Cockroaches may even sometimes be found in very clean houses,

but are unlikely to establish colonies. Everyone is disturbed about how to get rid of cockroaches.

The presence of several sizes of nymphs and oothecae is an indication of a well-established

colony. Infestations can be detected by searching behind skirting boards,

boxes, furniture, and other common hiding places. At night, cockroaches

are easily detected using light. By killing cockroaches is the only way to avoid them. There are different ways to control them. Heavy infestations of cockroaches can be dealt with by chemical control measures,

followed by environmental management to deprive the insects of food and

shelter. Low numbers can be effectively controlled by baits or traps. If you are thinking about how to get rid of cockroaches forever then you should following control measures. First of all, we should know how to cockroach kill. Environmental management:

Cleanliness and hygiene

Food should be stored in tightly covered containers in screened cabinets or

refrigerators. All areas have to be kept clean so that no fragments of food

or organic matter remain. Rubbish bins should be securely covered and emptied

frequently, preferably daily.

Basements and areas underneath buildings should be kept dry and free of

accessible food and water. Reduction of accessibilityGroceries, laundry, dirty clothing, egg crates, and furniture should be checked

before being taken into a building.

In some instances, accessibility to buildings can be reduced by closing gaps in

floors and door frames. Openings for drain water and sewer pipes, drinking-water

and electricity cables should also be closed.

Chemical control

cockroaches are difficult to control with insecticides for several reasons, one of

which is that they may become resistant to commonly used compounds. Moreover,

many insecticides are repellent to them and are therefore avoided.

Chemical control gives only temporary relief and, wherever possible, it should be

accompanied by environmental sanitation and house improvement. Different chemicals are used for roaches killer purposes. Insecticides are applied to the resting and hiding places as residual sprays and

insecticidal dust. Some insecticides are best for killing roaches. Such applications are effective for periods ranging from several days to months, depending on the insecticide and the substrate on which it is

deposited. Insecticides can also be combined with attractants as toxic baits. Application:

Areas to be treated include kitchens, galleys, behind and along skirting-boards, in

and around sinks, in or under cupboards, under chairs and tables, in utility

cabinets, near refrigerators, and iceboxes, under loose floor coverings, food preparation areas, ducts, pipes, sewers, and manholes. Frequency of treatment how long the deposits of insecticide remain effective depends on a number of

factors, such as the thoroughness of the application, the speed of re-infestation, the

chemical used, the dosage and formulation applied, the type of surface to which it

is applied, the temperature and humidity, and the amount of wearing or rubbing

off that occurs. Insecticides generally last longer on painted than on unpainted

surfaces and longer on wood than on brick or block surfaces.

Frequent washing of a treated surface or coatings of dust or grease can render

an insecticide useless. A single treatment rarely results in the eradication. For most

species, additional treatments may be necessary at monthly intervals to kill newly

hatched nymphs or to prevent reinfestation.

Safety and precautions

Care should be taken to avoid food contamination. Avoid treating areas where

children may come into contact with the residue. In special situations, such as the

treatment of zoos or pet shops, residual sprays or dusts cannot be used. In such

cases, it may be possible to apply a limited quantity of chemicals with a brush.

Alternatively, a chemical with low toxicity to mammals and birds, such as boric

acid powder or silica aerogel may be used. Some formulations may stain fabrics, wallpaper.

#roaches #roach cotrol #get rid of roaches

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ever-growing-inspiration · 6 years ago

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Aldus Be Chuille

Age: 402

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Vampire (Magi)

Ability: Sacrificial Magic

Weakness: Human Strength

Personality Traits: Charming, Resourceful, Persuasive, Coward, Blunt, Flaky

FC:Tom Ellis

Biography

Some may see Aldus as a man who had so much going for it but ruined it for himself. But, truly, he never had much going for him from the very start. He was abandoned in the town’s square in Paris, taken in by a couple who were street performers. They used to play instruments, mime, the whole bit. He learned how to do magic tricks from the man who found him. Though, with sanitation still not at it’s height, the parents who took him in passed away from cholera. He was left alone, again, but he kept up their love of performing with his own tricks.

Aldus had always been a lover of the spotlight, enjoying the world looking at him. How he achieved this while he was a human was performing simple little tricks with an audience. Most of his young adult life was spent in France, being a Jester of sorts for the Court. Though, what he did love doing was entertaining the youth. He thought the smiles of children were the most important things since they didn’t know the horrors of the world. They still had an imagination...something he wished would never leave them.

But, because of the dire situation with Paris’ issues, he figured it was time for him to finally leave. Making his way to London, he quickly found himself in the same position back in France...except it was more or less performing on a stage. It was strange, how quickly he gained fame and developed a taste for laudanum. His fortune and glory had been long-lived since he joined traveling troupe after a decade of entertaining the 17th century aristocracy. He’d gone all over, though he came back to Paris and ran into a man named Hamon. This soon would be his Fate since he was part of the Druidic Coven known as the Be Chuilles. Without even a second thought, Aldus took the offer and left everything he knew behind.

Time had gone by with the Be Chuilles and he found his talent being something in a lack of taste amongst some Magi circles. Sacrifices had been a ritual very few Druids performed, let alone it have it as their affinity but it was necessary. Hamon reminded Aldus of that since he wasn’t exactly happy about what was gifted to him when he was turned. Though, because of Hamon’s belief in his new fledgling, Aldus worked hard to perfect it so he could possibly, one day, use it for good. It frightened him, even made him feel guilty at times. But, as time went on, he let it become a part of him.

Even with his focus on his affinity, he still felt he needed more. The applause, the lights, the rush of being in front of a crowd. Because of what Coven this was, he felt they shouldn’t be hidden away and an argument between Hamon, Glenn, and himself ensued. It didn’t end with Hamon telling him to stop, it was something that came out every couple of years. Then once a year, then every six months and so on. But, one day, Aldus couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be in that spotlight again. Shouting that he was sick of being shut up like a caged bird, Aldus took off while leaving some unresolved issues behind. The thing was, Glenn and Hamon asked Mouse to follow Aldus wherever her went but only to show himself when the other would cause trouble.

With only his clothes and a few trinkets to his name, he started a small traveling act troupe. He didn’t know exactly what to call it until he was reading a book that had the term in it: Cirque. It was perfect, and he was going to solve all of his problems. Quickly making the name known, he was happy to do other things on the side when he was in the towns they visited for two weeks at a time. To keep himself still in the spotlight, his help was going to save them from any bad news to come at the Cirque. The thing was, more bad news came to head when he got a letter from Glenn about the passing of their Sire. There was still so much to fix, so much unresolved tension that if he showed up, he feared he’d be shunned forever. No, instead he hid the letter away along with that shame he felt.

Now, not just that kept him from going back to the Coven, there would be one more incident that would keep him completely on the run. It was part of his side tricks, saving people’s lives for a price. Normally, he would do this and everything would work out, but not this time. A man requested for his help to save his family, but it was much more difficult than that. He didn’t exactly let the man know that his magic would require a sacrifice, killing the man’s family and leaving him all alone. Everything backfired on Aldus and he felt humiliated as well as distraught over the guilt of what he’d done. Instead of confronting the issue and letting the man take him down, he ran off with his Cirque. He added protection spells, charms, everything he could to protect their sanctuary. He thought the Cirque and himself would be safe but the two raids proved to be the opposite. Abandoning the Cirque once he saw that man, he made sure to call Lucas since he made a good connection with him during his acting troupe days.

He thought Mouse would’ve followed the Cirque, finally leaving him alone but he was dead wrong about that. God, the man drove him nuts with being right behind him all of the time. He was like a pest to Aldus, despite their obvious Coven connection. But, once it was beaten into him about all of the shit he’d done, it brought more guilt onto Aldus and he couldn’t take it. They both fought verbally and physically until the Parisian Jester finally broke down. Mouse listened to him, taking in everything but promising not to say what he had actually done. Aldus knew the other wouldn’t say anything, but he had to make one sacrifice...to right all of his wrongs. Agreeing, they finally went to Castor.

Ever since then, he’s been trying to do what’s right. He’s working on it, talking to Adah and the rest of the Cirque in order to fix what’s broken. Though, when he finally got to the Be Chuille home and talked to Glenn, he was tackled out of a window by someone he almost didn’t recognize until he saw the horns and the black eyes. It was Sinclair and the man was furious. Fearing him now, it was terrifying and he’s kept his distance from both him and Stefan. Though, one day, he’ll have to talk to them man to man. But, right now, he’s got one big issue that’s keeping him in Castor: the vengeful Hunter that wants his head mounted on a plaque in his living room.

Playlist

Enter The Circus - Christina Aguilera

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

Never Enough - Loren Allred

Fuqboi - Hey Violet

The Greatest Show - Hugh Jackman & Keala Settle

Hurt - Johnny Cash

From Now On - Hugh Jackman & Greatest Showman Ensemble

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blueyesandleatherjacket · 6 years ago

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Ghost of you, 17/?

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 17/?.

Pairings: Human!Nine x Rose; Human!Ten x Jack; Clara Oswald x Olivia Baxter (OC).

Synopsis: “Be thou spirit of health, or goblin damn’d, Bring thee air from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com’st in such questionable shape That I will speak to thee.”

A/N: I've started writing this fiction last year after I had a particularly weird dream (as usual) and after I wrote the prologue, I've put it aside to work on other stuff. I've gone back to it not so long ago and decided that it would be the fiction I would post next, after not posting anything for a while. I must have watched I am legend and Game of thrones way too much to come out with something like this but I hope you will like it. I am not a scientist, nor did I have a particular knowledge of sciences. I do my researches on the internet like everyone to make sure everything is as close to the reality as possible. I have a literature degree only. Writing is what I do and it makes me explore next fields, and learn new things.

“Prithee, see there! Behold! Look! Lo! How say you? / Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. / If charnel houses and our graves must send / Those that we bury back, our monuments / Shall be the maws of kites.” - Macbeth, Shakespeare.

CHAPTER 17:

Eleventh day of October. Day 1755 since the infection. Jack Harkness video log. Our researches are finally leading us somewhere. We have all this different information scattered and we’re trying to make them fit together like pieces of a huge puzzle. The noctiagus isn’t a simple deadly virus like the pest or the cholera. Unfortunately. We have the necessary weapons against those. The noctiagus is more like a cancer. A corrupted cell corrupting everything around it until the body gives in. It seems like nothing since we can’t cure most of the cancers yet but knowing how the virus works is a huge step still. We can adapt our researches to it. That’s what we’ve done already. The doctor Clara Oswald and myself are currently trying to find a way to fix the DNA and stop it from changing to the contact of those corrupted cells. This would be a great improvement for the sick people. And for our friend. The doctor Martha Jones helped us synthesising this sort of temporary cure. It has the form of a tiny pill that can be swallowed with a bit of water. Nothing too complicated. Except we’re afraid of testing it. Our only living subject is Maxence and the latest report on his health isn’t great. Testing it on him can be too dangerous. I don’t want him to suffer more than he does at the moment. And none of us wants him to… we want him to hold on. It wouldn’t be fair if he was dying now. The thought of Maxence dying forced Jack to stop speaking for a moment. He didn’t turn off the recording. He just needed a moment to breathe deeply and pull himself back together. He looked down, moved away, took deep breaths. Maxence being infected was a hard blow on him but there still was that hope to save him. Maxence fighting the virus had been a good thing at first but now… he was dying and Jack couldn’t handle that. He was putting his brave face on when he had to face everyone but deep down… deep down, he wished for this nightmare to be over. With all the geniuses gathered in this place, how could this cure still be unreachable? Jack ended up turning off the recording. This entry to the video log was over. He couldn’t say more. There wasn’t anything more to say anyway. The main information was inside. He sent the video to their common server. He didn’t mind what would be murmured behind his back for being so emotional. They could say whatever they wanted. They could even go to hell. His friend was dying for fuck’s sake! His best friend, the man who saved him from the consequences of after war. It couldn’t end like that. It couldn’t end before Jack found a way to thank him for this. He let himself fall on his desk chair and rubbed his face. It was hard to focus and worry at the same time. He hated this situation as much as everyone else in this building except for Colin. Colin who couldn’t harm anyone anymore thanks to Tegan. “Last time I’ve seen you looking so defeated, you were refusing my job offer.” For a second, Jack thought he was hallucinating, that the lack of sleep had finally gotten to him, but his brain was telling him that Maxence was speaking to him. He raised his head. His boss was sat on the chair on the other side of the desk, his legs crossed, and was observing him. Jack was a former soldier. Consequently, he knew that hallucinations came to him in his moments of weakness and guilt. The guilt to still be alive, the guilt not to have been able to save the men and women and children around him, the guilt to have killed in order to survive. Right now, he was feeling guilty for not working faster, for not finding a concrete answer, for not being able to save his friend and he was beyond exhaustion. All he needed was damn good news and days of sleep. Which he wasn’t gonna get this time again. He was clever enough to ignore the image of his boss. Last time he had spoken with an hallucination, he was in the psychiatric unit of a military hospital. Weeks after he was sent back home, he had lost his mind. He had broken down and his boyfriend at the time had had to have him locked up for his own sake. They had broken up because of that decision but Jack now had forgiven him. It had been the best decision at the time and he couldn’t see it. After that, he had gone back to his first love: sciences. That’s how he had met Maxence, how he had arrived here today. “Good thing I’ve insisted.” “What are you here for this time?” The words had blurted out of his mouth before he could hold them back. He stared at his boss straight in the eyes and folded his arms on his chest. He was aware that he was talking to someone that wasn’t there but it was too tempting to answer, to have a proper response to his questions. However, this time, Maxence remained silent and his image flickered. He looked at his hand that was almost translucent and frowned. A usual reaction when something wasn’t going the way he thought it would. “I came to say goodbye, Jack.” The former captain felt his heart furiously beating against his ribcage as if it was gonna come out of his body at any time. It was painful but the physical pain was nothing compared to the psychological one these words caused in him. ‘I came to say goodbye’ could only mean one thing and Jack didn’t like the meaning of it. He didn’t wait for the next sentence this fake Maxence could say. He jumped to his feet and rushed out of his office. He ran to the underground part of the lab, to the place his painful heart and the stabbing alarm resounding through all the building was leading him: where everyone was gathered to watch the worst happening under their eyes…

Tegan had thought that now that he had figured out who was behind this worldwide mess, things would be easier. He just needed to transfer the information to his team and they would be able to work harder on the noctiagus. With a copy of all the researches done by Myrtle Appleton that he had found in Colin’s computer, they had everything in hand. They couldn’t fail now. He was done typing the mail. The attached documents were done charging in the mail. He clicked on the ‘send’ button, closed the messaging service window and moved from his chair to his couch. He barely had his eyes closed for a bit of rest that he was getting a call on his phone. He groaned, pressed a pillow on his face and tried to ignore the call. How was Maxence doing this job? Worse, how was Harvey dealing with this whole building so well? The phone stopped ringing and he felt guilty for being so relieved. What he wanted was just a little bit of rest. Like the rest of his team, he was way beyond the exhaustion. They were all holding on to the nerves to find that cure and it wasn’t a good thing. Saving Maxence was becoming very urgent – more urgent with every minute – but working in these conditions was pushing them to make mistakes. Or to miss someone who was sabotaging their researches. Tegan was still feeling like an incompetent idiot for almost killing his boss. His boss… The words felt strange now that he was the boss and Maxence was a simple patient in his special unit. A patient with very worrying scans. The virus was winning but Maxence refused to let go. This was killing him, and Tegan wondered if the mistake he had made hadn’t sped up the process. His phone rang again and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. It could be important. It could be a life or death question. It could also be nothing. There were still blokes who thought that they were funny by calling people and scaring them. The communication means were almost all down. The CRCD had its own aerials that were giving the whole building a constant access to internet and phone lines. It was a real blessing in times like this. They were rarely getting calls from the exterior but it sometimes happened, especially through radio frequencies. Usually, they were coming from survivors that were looking for loved ones or for help. Everything was written down in a notebook and transferred to the appropriate security services. The normal police had long lost this battle and Tegan ignored if the messages they were transferring were helpful to the persons who launched them. He finally picked up his phone on the third attempt of his caller to reach him and mumbled something in the speaker. He hoped that it was for something important because he wouldn’t move from this couch if this was just for a fight that had occurred somewhere in the building. It was up to the security to deal with that. He had had enough to do with Colin already. The news he was given was far more interesting though. He sat up quickly. “Say that again.” The man on the other side of the line repeated his words. “Let her in. Lock her in a crate and take her to one of the sterile rooms.” He ended the call and pushed the pillow away. He also pushed the fatigue away. It wasn’t time to sleep. Not anymore. Myrtle Appleton had decided to come into his realm and it was his duty to go and welcome her in person. She was infected but, unlike Maxence, she had all her abilities. It was another sort of sick person and he was willing to work on this. He would take care of her case personally. Scans, blood tests, saliva tests. Everything that would enable him to find the answers they were all craving for. If he hadn’t lost his trust in Adam, he would have taken him as his assistant. He would have learnt a lot but he had chosen Colin and Colin had ruined him. Now, Adam had been transferred to a lesser job and he had been advised to shut up about Maxence’s case or worse could still happen to him. Being fired, having this behaviour mentioned in his file and he was done in the job. He stopped by the lockers room and pulled on a hazmat suit. He wouldn’t lose any time. He would start working as soon as he got there. He was closing the door of his locker when he heard someone behind him. He jumped and turned around to find no one. Once again, he called himself an idiot for being so easily scared of a small noise, for being paranoid. “I’ve always known you would make a great boss for them all. You just needed someone believing in you and the necessary push.” This time again, Tegan jumped and turned back around. A pale image of Maxence was leaning against the lockers and looking at him. He had that smile a father would have after his kid told him about an achievement they would have done. Tegan was a scientist and didn’t believe in spectres. So, he just rubbed his eyes to get rid of their fatigue and passed through the ghost as if it wasn’t there. When it appeared again before him, he thought that maybe some help for this new case would be needed because he was really tired. “Be thou spirit of health, or goblin damn’d, Bring thee air from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com’st in such questionable shape That I will speak to thee.” Tegan was quoting Hamlet in the beginning of the Shakespearean play when the young prince faced the spectre of his father for the very first time. His own ghost, the ghost of his mentor, seemed amused by the reference. If Tegan had believed in supernatural stuff, he would have been terrified by this. He had read enough Shakespeare to know what spectres could push you to do in their names, or just because they were the manifestation of a deep guilt. The Macbeths once experienced it and it led them to madness and death. “I am thy mentor’s spirit, Doom’d for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin’d to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg’d away – Are you a man?” “Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil.” From Hamlet to Macbeth, there was only one verse and they had crossed the line. Tegan thought that he might have fallen asleep in the end. This was too unreal for his liking. He had no time for such fantasy. He needed to wake up and quickly! “I’ve got no time for this.” “I’m proud of you, T. Keep up the good work.” “What?” The image faltered and, with a bright smile, it disappeared and Tegan was left alone in the corridor he had stopped in. For a couple seconds, he remained still, unable to move or think. Until the alarm went off. An alarm that made his blood speed up in his veins and fear crush his heart. He completely forgot about Myrtle Appleton, about her researches, about everything that wasn’t Maxence and he ran, ran like crazy toward the current disaster of the building.

Amy was standing in front of the wall of pictures. She was still in Maxence and Rose’s room but she was alone now. Rose had thought that taking a shower would do her a world of good after this failed nap – for her at least – and she had left Amy to observe her surroundings. The therapist wouldn’t say no to a shower. After such a deep sleep, she felt rested but she needed to refresh herself and to change clothes to feel even better. Rose had allowed her to have that shower here when she would be done and she would also lend her some clothes. It felt weird to Amy to have a friend willing to do so much for her. From what she could see on this wall, Rose was quite the popular girl. Her childhood might not have been one of the best but she had managed to beat fate and to build herself this life she could be proud of. These pictures were showing the story of Maxence and Rose’s life. It almost looked like a fairy tale to Amy. There was so much love between those two human beings that she was almost jealous. Her husband never loved her the way Maxence loved Rose. He never did any of the things Maxence had done for her. The scientist seemed like the perfect man that every woman was dreaming of. He wasn’t as handsome or sexy as those photoshopped playboys you could find in magazines but he had something. Charisma. Gentleness. Intelligence. A rare combination in a man. Rose had found the rare gem and everyone could be jealous about it. She hadn’t let the opportunity disappear thankfully. She had grabbed it and kept it and her knight in shining armour was now the damsel in distress. Funny how things could change quickly. Her eyes stared at another picture. A friends’ picture that looked almost like a family picture. Taken around Christmas time. Maxence and Rose were gathered with Allegro, Jack, Tegan, Clara and Olivia around a small barbecue on the balcony of some flat. Maxence was roasting some chestnuts on the fire. Amy regretted not having friends like this to share such a moment. Her last Christmas… When was it already? What had she done? Probably gotten drunk and been sick for the next few days. She used to love this celebration so much before. She was always overexcited when Christmas time was rolling around. But with William’s death… “It was our last Christmas.” Amy jumped. She hadn’t heard Rose coming out of the bathroom. She turned to face her. Her brown hair that she was usually colouring into blonde or red were falling on her shoulders, wet. She had pulled on clean clothes but hadn’t finished with her hair yet. That was why she had a towel around her shoulders so it wouldn’t soak her T-shirt. “Sorry. Thought you’ve heard me.” “It’s okay. I’ve got lost in your story.” “Almost a fairy tale.” “Definitely a fairy tale.” Rose sighed and sat on the bed. She used the towel on her shoulders to dry her hair the best she could without using a hairdryer. She would just do a quick ponytail. No need to do anything fancy for work. She needed to go back to Maxence. She needed to find this cure. “You can use the bathroom. I’m done with it.” She grabbed the brush on her bedside table and started brushing her hair slowly. She would dye it in any colour Maxence would like to if she managed to save him. If it was the contrary… She would certainly die. She wouldn’t have the strength to keep going. Amy didn’t move. Not yet. Her eyes were still on the pictures. She wished she had such a wall, such memories. It was never too late to start. Maybe when the virus would only be a bad memory. Maybe Rose would take her in that sweet band of friends. She turned around when she heard Rose gasp and drop her brush. Her face had gone pale and her eyes were wide open. She was staring at something beside Amy. The therapist looked at the wall but couldn’t see what was scaring her patient so much. “What do you see?” “Not in the mood for therapy,” retorted Rose. She suddenly was up. She walked to the spot right next to Amy and raised her hand much to the therapist’s astonishment because she couldn’t see what Rose was seeing: the pale figure of her husband standing there with an apologetic look. He avoided her touch. “I’m just an image,” he declared sadly. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks silently as her hand fell back by her side. She never saw a ghost before but she knew how to tell that what was before her was real. His voice was distant, almost like an echo of lost words, and he was so pale she could see the wall and the pictures through him. As if he was nothing but a veil before her eyes. “Rose?” hesitantly called out Amy. “Why?” The question came out of her trembling lips. She had read enough books and myths to know that ghosts only appeared to the persons they loved. They were coming to say goodbye. A one last goodbye. There were people down there. They could save him before she even left this room. What were they doing? “I’ve never been that strong. My brain went through a lot when I was a boy. It couldn’t handle the virus any longer.” “You can’t…” Rose couldn’t form full sentences and Amy was watching her patient talk with a wall. Her attitude was clear enough: she was seeing her husband. It was her exhaustion and her anxiety playing tricks to her, making her hallucinate. She put her hand on her shoulder but Rose shrugged it off. She had no time to waste. Once again, she tried to touch Maxence. His image flickered and almost disappeared. She swallowed a sob. “I’m sorry, I wish our song wasn’t ending this way.” “I…” “I love you, Rose. In this life and all the others if they ever exist. Be strong for me, my love. Find this cure. Become the hero I’ve always known you were.” He bent over and she closed her eyes, thinking she would feel the ghost of his lips pressed against hers but there was nothing and when she opened her eyes, he was gone. She could have collapsed and cried but she swallowed the sobs again and rushed out of the room. She didn’t want this to end like this. Amy would have followed her if she hadn’t been facing the very same spectre Rose had been talking to. She opened her mouth but considering that he was barely visible now, that the image was fading away, she wouldn’t have time to say anything before he disappeared. He had one last thing to say and it was for her. “Take care of her for me. She’s the best woman you’ll ever meet.” “I will,” Amy promised. The next words he pronounced struck her. They were like a stab in her heart but in the good way. If a stab could be good in any way. ‘William wants you to know that he misses you and he’s happy you’re making friends again.’ Was he…? Her son… Was he around like Maxence? Could he see her and watch over her? She wanted to ask but Maxence was already gone and, the weight of these new words on her heart, she followed Rose’s path.

Liv was in Allegro’s cage when the alarm went off. Both of them raised their heads. Liv rushed to the interactive wall and checked Maxence’s vital signs. They were almost inexistent. She glanced at Allegro and mouthed a sorry before she rushed out of this cage to go to the other one. She dragged Maxence away from the broken bowl and spilled food and turned him on his side. The fall hadn’t hurt him badly but it was clearly not the matter now. She didn’t have time to lose. His heart was giving up because his brain was suffering from a severe pressure. The reason was unknown at the moment but they would find it later. Right pupil blown, cerebral fluid flowing through his nose. How had they missed the signs? They should have seen it long before this happen. She ran to the airlock and grabbed the medical bag she left there earlier. It would be very needed. She hurried back into the cage and knelt down beside him. She pulled out disinfectant and cleaned the area she was gonna work on. She hated this. She wasn’t a neurologist but she knew the process. She took the medical portable drill and cleaned it off quickly. Then, she pulled on latex gloves above the gloves of her suit and took a deep breath. Three fingers above the ear, two on the side of the blown pupil. A quick vertical cut. Ignore the blood. Place the drill in the middle of the cut. Drill a first hole. Behind the hairline, a bit off the midline. Second hole. Drill around the hole. Remove as much blood as possible. It was the process but she didn’t know what to do anymore now that the holes were pierced, now that the brain pressure was relieved. Tegan would know. That was his specialty. And she was just a simple doctor. Her eyes were clouded with tears as she was taking off as much blood as possible with gauze. Maybe a derivation would have been the best way but she hadn’t had time to do things properly. She was trembling. The life of her friend was between her hands and she was lost. “You can’t leave, Max. Not now, not when we’re so close. You gotta hold on. For Rose, for me. What will happen to us if you die?” She sniffled. Her tears were flowing. She didn’t hold them back anymore. “Rose will survive. She’s strong, she can do it but me? I need you. I need my friend. I need the man who saved my life and got in troubles for helping me. I need the man who gave me a second chance, the man who healed me with his kind words and hugs and support. I need to hear you tell bad jokes and I’ll laugh along even if it’s not funny. I need to see your smile again to think that the world is a good place. I need your presence to stop thinking that I’m unworthy, to think that I have my spot in this world. I need you to keep me above the water because I can’t do this without you, Max. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about dying and you’ve just come around and get this out of my head? Do you know how many times I’ve told myself that I couldn’t disappoint you after all you’ve done for me? Now is not the time, Max. This is not your time. I won’t let you.” She wiped away her tears. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t see a thing because of them. She was still cleaning that blood. There was too much, way too much and she was afraid that she might have done wrong. What if she had killed him instead of saving him? Rose would kill her this time. She would be so angry and devastated that she would kill her for ruining her husband’s last chance. “Please,” she begged. “Please, don’t die on me now.” Maxence had come to her too but she wasn’t seeing him. He was standing beside her, beside his wrecked body and was sadly looking at the scene, at his friend. She couldn’t see him because he was too translucent, couldn’t hear him because he was too weak but he was there. He put a hand on her shoulder. “I believe you’re stronger than you think you are, Olivia.” He was the only one able to use her full name, a name she hated for reasons only Rose and him knew now. “I believe you will go on with your life without me. And it’s gonna be fantastic.” He gave a small sad smile at the scene. He wished she could have heard him. He wished she could see how strong she was. He had been their cornerstone for so long and now, they were gonna have to learn how to live without him. It would be hard at first, but with time, it would be okay. He would find a way to stay around them, when he would be less tired. He closed his eyes. Now was his time to go…

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She could hear his voice now but she didn’t react to it. It was her grief speaking. Just a memory in a spectral form. It was no way to remember this fantastic man. She preferred keeping the precious memories of him smiling and laughing, the priceless image of the man who took her out of the orphanage when she was sixteen, the picture of him bruised after he got involved in a fight with his biological father who was responsible for her rape, for her miscarriage and her now inability to carry children. She remembered the many nights spent on the phone with him because she couldn’t sleep without nightmares, the many times he came over so she wouldn’t be alone and do something she would regret later.

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Beehive catapults. Scorpion bombs. Bug pit prisons. For thousands of years, military strategists have used insects as weapons of war—not only to inflict debilitating pain on enemies, but also to deliver deadly pathogens and destroy agriculture, with the intent of causing widespread misery, sickness and hunger.

Delivering disease via insect vectors has been wickedly effective. During WWII, Japanese biological warfare units dropped plague-infected fleas and cholera-coated flies on Chinese cities—killing some 440,000 people. The Japanese military also developed plans to spread plague-carrying fleas over San Diego in 1945, but never followed through.

In 1989, domestic bioterrorists told authorities they were breeding and releasing medflies in California—and the eco-radicals would continue doing so until the government halted insecticide spraying. Had this devastating pest become established (the infestation was suppressed), the resulting quarantine on California fruits would have destroyed crops in one of America’s vital agricultural regions, costing tens of thousands of jobs and billions of dollars.

But for millennia, six-legged soldiers have been most consistently deployed to torment and disperse enemies. From Old Testament accounts (“I sent the hornet before you, which drove them out...”—Joshua 24:12) to the Vietnam War and beyond, insects have been effectively weaponized. Here are some of the most fiendish examples:

READ MORE: Sting, Recover, Repeat: How One Scientist Measured Insect-Induced Pain

A scorpion blitz

At the end of the 2nd century, the Roman emperor Septimius Severus was on his way to wresting control of Mesopotamia from the local monarchs—that is, before a shower of scorpions helped waylay his plans, according to an account by ancient historian Herodian.

As the Roman legions advanced on the desert stronghold of Hatra—desirable for its control of Silk Road caravan routes—King Barsamia and his citizens holed up behind its 40-foot high perimeter walls. The defenders crafted earthenware bombshells loaded with scorpions—which were so prevalent in the region, and so dangerous, that Persian kings regularly ordered scorpion hunts and offered bounties to assure safe passage for the caravans. The locals knew first-hand that scorpions inflicted intensely painful stings and that their venom can induce irregular breathing, slowed pulse, convulsions—and occasionally death.

As Severus’s men reached the walls of Hatra, scorpion bombs rained down, inflicting agonizing punishment on the Romans wherever they had exposed skin—legs, arms and, worst of all, their faces and eyes. With six-legged arachnids among the Hatreni defenses, Severus was held at bay for 20 days, until his troops finally broke off the battle and retreated.

Tune in to "Kings of Pain" on HISTORY starting Tuesday, November 12 at 10/9c

Operation fling and sting

Wasp nests and beehives were used as weapons by catapulting them towards enemies.

A major breakthrough in military pain delivery came with the development of machinery capable of launching insect-heavy payloads. What the slingshot did for the humble rock, the catapult did for bees—and shifted the balance of entomological power in favor of the attacking forces.

European history is replete with accounts of beehives and wasp nests being used as warheads—including on the high seas as a highly effective way to clear the decks of an enemy ship. The technological high point in hive-heaving machinery emerged in the 14th century with the development of the entomological predecessor of the Gatling gun—a windmill-like device that propelled straw hives from the ends of the rapidly rotating arms.

But attacking forces weren’t the only ones employing stinging insects. European nobles assured that their bees were ready for producing honey or havoc, as the situation demanded. The interior walls of medieval castles were often equipped with recesses, termed bee boles, as homes for the six-legged troops.

READ MORE: When the CIA Learned Cats Make Bad Spies

Slowly eaten alive

Assassin bugs were used in a torturous 19th-century bug pit.

Nasrullah Bahadur‑Khan, the 19-century Emir of Bukhara (present-day Uzbekistan), was known for his sadistic streak—and perhaps best remembered by history for what the locals called the Black Well. According to western historians, the hole was 21 feet deep, covered with an iron grate and accessible only by a rope. The Emir seeded the “Bug Pit” (as it’s known today) with insects to assure a constant, torturous experience for his victims.

The foulest of the ruler’s six-legged minions were the assassin bugs, although their eight-legged cousins, the sheep ticks, added to the torment. Assassin bugs are inch-long, carnivorous insects endowed with stout, curved beaks for piercing their prey—most often other insects. But they’ll feed on people rather than starve. The bite of these insects has been compared to being stabbed with a hot needle, and the digestive enzymes that they inject to liquefy the tissues of their prey cause festering sores in human flesh.

The Emir's jailer described how two British prisoners were slowly eaten alive as “masses of their flesh had been gnawed off their bones.” In their case, Nasrullah mercifully (in his words) ended their agony with beheading.

Buggy booby traps

Weapons of the Vietnam War (TV-PG; 1:38)

Using insects to inflict pain has continued into recent times. During the Vietnam War, the Viet Cong dug a network of underground tunnels allowing them to decide when and where to fight—sometimes lobbing wasp and hornet nests into U.S. positions to disrupt defenses before launching an attack.

Pity the Americans commandoes who, sent into the subterranean passages to engage the enemy, stumbled into booby traps instead. Feeling his way through a dank passage, a “tunnel rat” might overlook a trip wire and have a load of scorpions rain down from a hidden cavity in the roof.

The Viet Cong also conscripted the Asian giant honeybee, described by tropical entomologists as “the most ferocious stinging insect on earth.” Soldiers gingerly relocated colonies to trails used by the Americans and then attached a small, explosive charge. When an enemy patrol passed by, a patiently waiting VC set off the blast. The infuriated insects drove the soldiers into dangerous disarray.

For their part, the U.S. military funded a research program to devise an apparatus to spray the Vietnamese enemy with the alarm pheromone of bees, thereby converting the local insects into fierce allies. This chemical signal functions like a cavalry bugle, inciting bees to attack. But the “weapon” was never deployed. It’s a reminder that, while these insects were just doing what they’ve evolved to do—inflict pain—humans can decide whether or not to create misery And since the dawn of time, we’ve been conscripting six-legged warriors to do our brutal bidding.

Jeffrey A. Lockwood is a professor of natural sciences and humanities at the University of Wyoming and the author of Six-Legged Soldiers: Using Insects as Weapons of War and The Infested Mind: Why Humans Fear, Loathe, and Love Insects.

Watch a preview for "Kings of Pain," premiering Tuesday, November 12 at 10/9c on HISTORY.

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What Do Climate Change, Fruit Flies and Food Poisoning Have Common?

“It’s a cool place, and they say it gets colder. You’re bundled up now wait ‘til you get older. But the meteor men beg to differ, judging by the hole in the satellite picture.” Perhaps Smash Mouth is on to something. Don’t believe them? Just ask Nelly, “It’s getting hot in here. So take off all your…” Whoa Nelly! Hold up! This is a family blog!

Let’s be serious here. Whether your belief system lies on the spectrum of climate change or the cyclic nature of climate, most people cannot deny that the world we are currently living in is getting warmer. While this affects so many aspects of our daily life, up to, well… Life itself. In the short term, we may see so many small changes.

One particular change is the insect population.

The Rise of the Flies

As the temperatures rise, many things are not going to be able to adapt to the change. Insects are going to take a pretty large hit. One recent analysis predicts that a whopping 40% of the world’s insect species could go the way of the dodo. Extinct.

These insects include beautiful butterflies, moths, the ever-important bees (the potential hardships that result for this is a topic for a whole other blog), and even dung beetles. But flies. Those little flying insects may actually thrive in a warmer world. “Under a warming scenario you’d have a larger fly population which is able to hang around for a longer period of time,” explains Amy Greer, epidemiologist and mathematical modeler at University of Guelph of Ontario.

You see, flies like the warmer weather. That’s their jam! They come out and are way more active when it is warm. This increased fly activity is more than just a nuisance. It could have major health implications, such as the spread of foodborne illness. “With this increase in fly population and fly activity, this may lead to more transmission of Campylobacter,” says Greer’s student, Melanie Cousins, doctoral candidate at the University of Waterloo.

Campylobacter is a bacteria known to cause foodborne illness. It too enjoys the warmer weather. Many outside food-centric gathering related outbreaks usually involve this pathogen. Think backyard bar-b-ques and picnics in Summertime. This warmer weather helps Campylobacter bacteria to replicate quite efficiently. Paired with flying insect activity, this is a recipe for disaster. These flying bacteria carriers can cart this harmful bacteria all around, depositing it on clean and bacteria free food and surfaces, leaving a trail of Campylobacter in its wake.

Cousins estimates a modest 4 ⁰F rise is possible by the year 2080. This 4 ⁰F hike could more than double the fly population. Eek!

The Dirty Truth About Flies

Flies, rats, cockroaches, and other pests are a major vector for spreading bacteria in homes and restaurants. Flies are one of the most common disease vectors. For simplicity, we are lumping the common housefly and fruit flies into this fly category.

“Flies can spread diseases because they feed freely on human food and filthy matter alike,” says the World Health Organization (WHO). “The fly picks up disease-causing organisms [like Campylobacter, E. coli, and Salmonella] while crawling and feeding. Those [bacteria] that stick to the outside surfaces of the fly may survive for only a few hours, but those that are ingested with the food may survive in the fly’s crop or gut for several days.” This means that a single fly can hop around from surface to surface depositing these harmful bacteria, littering your surfaces and foods with bad bacteria. This is done by passive transfer of the bacteria attached to the surface of the insect, but also from the bacteria ingested by the fly because each time it lands to rest it regurgitates and excretes,

The common housefly does not discriminate. They are known for aiding in transmission of at least 65 diseases to humans. Things like anthrax, cholera, dysentery, leprosy, poliomyelitis, tuberculosis, tularemia, typhoid, and yaws. I don’t really know what yaws is, but it doesn’t sound good.

Fly Management

So now we know that warming climates will likely cause a considerable increase in the fly population. We also know that flies are a major mode of transmission of foodborne illnesses. This correlates to an increase in temperature, which will lead to an increase in foodborne illness. That is the case if we don’t do anything about it. I don’t mean reduce carbon emissions or greenhouse gases. While likely a great idea. I’m talking about fly management.

Fly management can be broken down into four basic methods. Sanitation, exclusion, non-chemical measures, and chemical measures. Each method has their own pros and cons, so choose your combination of fly management wisely. I say combination, because covering several fronts is your best bet to reducing fly-mediated foodborne illness.

Sanitation – It takes food to draw in and allow flies to breed to large numbers. Keeping fly food limited will help reduce the fly population. Do not allow key materials such as garbage, grass clippings, manure, or other decaying organic matter to accumulate. Trash cans should be clean and tightly covered. Unfortunately, flies can eat so many different things, keeping all food sources out is just not a possibility. When washing garbage cans, use care to clean them where the rise water will not drain into the soil, as flies can breed in soil that is full of organic matter.

Exclusion – Keep flies away by providing barriers. In your home, use window and door screens to prevent them from entering. These screens should be tight-fitting and free of holes. Flies are industrious little insects. They can find their way into your home through openings in the wall around water or gas pipes, electrical conduits, and ventilation holes. Caulk or plug openings in the walls and use a screen on ventilation holes to exclude flies from your home.

Non-Chemical Measures – Shoo fly! Don’t bother me! Mechanical devices such as the simple fly swatter are great for controlling the occasional fly. Non-chemical devices such as sticky fly traps, baited fly traps, and ultraviolet light traps are great for larger flying insect problems. Bug zappers are great!

Chemical Control – Chemical measures, such as insecticides are a great idea for situations where completely sealing up an area is not an option. These insecticides are generally applied by licensed pest control operators. The downside is that they are often broken down by sunlight, which will affect the products ability to kill flies over time. You may get a few days or maybe even a week out of it.

Take That Fly Seriously

Now that you know how serious a fly problem can be, make sure that your home and your backyard bar-b-que are “no fly zones.”

By: Heather Van Tassell, Contributing Writer (Non-Lawyer)

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