#wrestling murder husbands

[nextstopwonderland]

“There will never be another Jon Moxley. There is no one like him.” -Bryan Danielson, June 2024

[unlikelywrestlingfan]

Pac really heard I was having the second emotional breakdown of the week and returned tonight he's so real for that

[wilwheaton]

In the wake of a near-tragic assassination attempt of a widely reviled figure, some people who loathe him may be wrestling with or suppressing emotions that feel contradictory. But the notions that Trump is dangerous, and that attempting to murder him is also dangerous, are not in tension with each other. The ethics and the practicality of liberal democracy both affirm a strong norm against political violence. [...]    Even though American history has seen a long litany of murders and attempted murders — Gerald Ford survived two attempts on his life within a few weeks of each other — this one feels scarier. That is because our social peace has grown more precarious. An assassination attempt on Donald Trump is a far more dangerous thing than an attempt to kill Mitt Romney would have been a dozen years ago, or Al Gore a dozen years before that.    And while the responsibility for maintaining social peace and the norm of non-violence is shared equally across the political spectrum, the blame for its decay is not.    Trump stokes and feeds upon a lust for violence. He possesses a demagogue’s skill for manipulating his supporters’ most elemental emotions. As a private citizen he exploited a white woman’s rape in Central Park to demand the execution of innocent young men of color. He continues to call for various critics to be executed for their disloyalty. When a maniac attempted to kill Nancy Pelosi and smashed the skull of her husband, he cheered it on. He continues to glorify and promise to free the criminals who assaulted police in the attack on the Capitol in an attempt to seize an unelected second term.    It is not Trump’s fault that someone tried to kill him. It is absolutely his fault that it has immediately set off a widespread fear of reprisals and chaos.

Trump Shooting: He Must Be Defeated by Ballots, Not Bullets

Look, I can’t wait for the guy to die and be gone forever. I just want him to die in prison.

And he’s still a Fascist. Don’t let that get obscured in all of this. He’s still the same wannabe dictator, the same hateful liar, the same corrupt traitor, the same 34 time convicted felon, the same rapist.

Nothing about him has changed. Nothing about Project 2025 has changed.

Obviously, the national conversation is going to be focused on this for the near future, and we can’t forget or minimize that he remains a serious and dire threat to America, and the world.

[abbyfmc]

Yandere story idea #26:

A sixteen-year-old boy named Daniel (or whatever name he might have) arrives after a desperate call from one of the cleaning staff at the house where he lived. She told him that she found his mother (Y/n) lying on the floor, apparently from the second floor, amidst piles of glass shards, which was dangerous since she was seven months pregnant. Her husband, named David, was dead next to her, who seemed to still be alive.

Daniel entered shock to see how 911 took their parents. His mother was alive when he arrived at the hospital, while David was taken to the forensic immediately. The maid who had found them contacted the whole family, including Daniel's paternal grandmother, Margaret. That night, Daniel loses his parents and his unborn sister, because of a stranger. Margaret is also destroyed by the death of her son, daughter -in -law and unborn granddaughter; That is why Daniel stays with her. During and after the duel, Daniel does not understand how everything happened and intends to investigate everything thoroughly. This traumatic event left him marked, feeling that until he caught the murderer, he will not feel alive again. His grandmother, who is in charge of him, supports him on his purpose, because he is confident that David was not the culprit of everything and Daniel also trusts his father, since he always treated his mother with enough love and affection.

In his father's autopsy bruises and several serious bullet wounds were found. The footprints in his body were not clear (Y/n), nor of Daniel (obviously, since he was hanging out with his friends) or anyone who was in the house. In his mother's body there were signs of struggle and bruises who were not known or anyone known either. This gave the impression that both were attacked when they were alone, what Daniel scores as the first clue.

Daniel gives the police to the security cameras of his house through his father's laptop, and there he managed to capture himself as days before the catastrophe an unknown man dressed in black was around the house at night, which he reminded him His mother's constant concern after he told his father about having seen that strange subject, also remembering how she mentioned that he was felt persecuted by whom Daniel suspected that he was the same person.

The only one of the recordings Daniel could not bear to see was that of the death of his parents for obvious reasons, but managed to find out thanks to the officers that the first to be attacked was David, trying to defend (Y/n), and then She was the unfortunate that unfortunately was pushed from the stairs. The audio was clear and revealed clues about the identity of this murderer.

Among the discussion that stood out the most from the intruder against his father, was the following: "If it hadn't been for you, (t/n) and I would be very happy! But you got in the middle!".

And when the stranger struggle with his mother and tried to kiss her by force, the most striking phrase was: "If you had loved me, none of this would have happened" and after (Y/n) shout in despair that released her and tried to attack him, he pushed her sharply by the rail of the second floor, which could only break if it was forced by human hand, since it was replaced recently.

In addition to that, fingerprints have also been detected on the stairs of both the unknown person and the married couple. As far as we know, the intruder watched the house for a while, broke in, first attacked David and then tried to wrestle with (Y/n), ending up killing her and her baby in the process.

The police were unable to find the killer, as he fled the scene without leaving anything behind. That didn't stop Daniel from deciding to investigate what could have happened and he already had the first small piece of the story thanks to the key dialogues on the recordings.

1: This killer was already known to his parents, or at least his mother, and it seems that he was a stalker or an ex-boyfriend who hated David.

Daniel asked his grandmother not to bury his mother's body yet, and managed to convince her that it was to investigate more thoroughly what had happened. He even told her what he had discovered about the possible story behind it. This reminds Margaret of how David had told her years ago, during (Y/n)'s first pregnancy, when he worriedly told her how his wife was receiving calls from a certain Alex (that's what Margaret thought his name was) who was tormenting (Y/n).

Daniel convinced his grandmother to pressure the authorities into investigating the origin of the fingerprints, as well as the electronic devices of both parents (and she also convinced them with some money involved). Daniel also tried to remember, but he couldn't remember much more than his mother's mention to his father that the guy hadn't left her alone since he was in college.

Daniel decides to pack up his things and move in with his grandmother. After cleaning up with his grandmother's help, he finds documents from his parents, his personal documents, the will that put the house and the family money under Daniel's name when he came of age, and some torn and crumpled letters with very interesting content. Margaret gave them to the police in case they were evidence.

It turns out that they were letters where the crazy stalker described his hatred for David and his crazy obsession for (Y/n), except for one where he got seriously angry with her after finding out that she was pregnant again. He threatened her to abort the baby and leave David, or he would kill her family and force her to do it and then kidnap her.

From here I can think of several endings:

Case solved: The classic good ending. The police find the killer who turns out to be a yandere who was madly obsessed with (Y/n), to the point of having committed the severe crime. The yandere killer could have put up resistance; tried to flee or could have turned himself in to the police. * I also imagine that (your son/[Y/n]'s son) sold that house as soon as he could. He obviously wouldn't want to return to a house where his mother, father, and unborn sister were brutally murdered. * And if the yandere is sadistic and very vengeful enough to take it out on an innocent person (in this case, your oldest son), to the point of sending him sick letters describing his horrible feelings towards you and what he always wanted to do

Unsolved case: The police get nowhere (either because they are simply lazy or because the yandere killer escaped), which motivates Daniel to become a law enforcement officer (probably with another identity), to the point of becoming part of the FBI (or any institution in your country that resembles it) to investigate that case and bring justice for his parents. *Your son could end the yandere killer's life and use his influence to get his way. *Or your son could simply use his position to catch the yandere killer and watch him rot in prison.

-The End.

For a long time I wanted to explore the idea of ​​a yandere story BUT from a third party's point of view; in this case, darling's son (yours) who slowly finds out about the history between you and the yandere who killed you. He ended up seeing how an unrequited obsessive love (or the end of a relationship if the yandere is an ex) led to the massacre that changed him for life at such a young age.

[what-even-is-thiss]

What that mythology misconceptions post has taught me is that not enough people know about the huntress Atalanta.

She is the character of all time, honestly. Abandoned as a baby for being a girl. Raised by bears, then by hunters. Hunter who won the skin of the Calydonian Boar by getting first blood on the beast. In some versions of her story she's also an Argonaut and even in the versions she's not allowed on board the Argo she gifted Jason his spear.

She tried to avoid getting married by beating her suitors in a race and murdering them when they caught up to her and Hippomenes the guy who ended up marrying her won by cheating with Aphrodite's help. And in some versions of her story she and her husband got turned into lions because they had sex in a place they weren't supposed to or possibly because Hippomenes didn't thank Aphrodite properly for her help. Her son Parthenopaeus was one of the seven against Thebes.

Really. Raised by bears, one of the strongest and fastest humans in the mythos, seemingly knew literally everyone in mythological Greece, beat Achilles' dad in a wrestling match. You'd think modern writers would be all over that.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A/N: I finished this sweet little one shot I found in my drafts. ❤️

Wayne Munson stared at his nephew's hospital bed. He never really felt his age, not around his nephew. Eddie always somehow managed to bring out the rambunctious side that once belonged to his youth. He was quick to his snapbacks and wasn't afraid to wrestle with him a time or too. Sitting in this chair, however, Wayne felt every bit his age and then some. It was times like these with Eddie that made him feel old, and it was worse now.

"You better not leave me alone, boy," Wayne whispered gruffly.

"Wayne?"

He looked over his shoulder, and his heart leaped at the sight of the woman he once loved walking through the door of the hospital room. Shit, maybe he still loved her. Her smile, though tentative, was still sweeter than pumpkin pie. Wayne loved pumpkin pie. Claudia was still as beautiful as the day he met her. He wondered if she was still a Henderson or if she finally divorced that no good husband of hers. When he met her, she was still Claudia Jackson, the sweetest girl in all of Hawkins. She wasn't afraid of giving away her heart more than once to anyone who she felt deserved it, and she wasn't afraid of befriending anyone, even if it might cause her grief. Although there were risks in that, she wasn't afraid of taking those either.

"Hey, punkin," Wayne said, giving her a crooked grin.

"Wayne," Claudia said, and he was pleased to see that he could still make her blush so prettily.

"When did you get back to Hawkins?" He asked.

"Quite a few years ago," Claudia said, looking at her feet in shame. "I would have contacted you, but to be honest, I was afraid."

"I was never upset with you for choosing him, Claudia. He was sick, what were you supposed to do? You loved him too," Wayne said. "Just disappointed in the situation, is all."

"I know," she said softly.

"How is Walt?" Wayne asked.

"Gone. Left before we moved back to Hawkins," Claudia said.

"We?" Wayne asked.

"I have a son. Dustin. Your boy took him under his wing this year," Claudia said. "I'm very grateful to him."

"He's a good boy," Wayne sniffled. "School's always been hard for him. It's going to be even harder for him now that they think he's a murder. They cleared him, but you know how it is. The public's opinion has always been the hardest to clear."

Claudia moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I never believed it for a second," Claudia replied.

"What if he doesn't wake up?" Wayne sobbed, and he collapsed in Claudia's arms.

And it was like the past twenty years hadn't happened. She was here and holding him tightly. It was like time hadn't passed at all. He spent most of his energy crying in her arms, and he's not sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, he was reclining back in the hospital chair with a blanket draped over him. Claudia walked back in a few moments later. He thought he had dreamed her up there for a second. She was wearing nurses' scrubs. Shit, maybe he was still dreaming.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, old man," she said teasingly. "I work here as a nurse."

"How did you -?"

"Twenty years is a long time, but I like to think that I still know you," Claudia said softly.

"You were always good at taking care of other people," he replied.

"So were you, always taking care of that brother of yours and Elizabeth," Claudia and started pushing Eddie's hair back. "I hear a lot of people say that he looks a lot like his daddy, but I see a lot of Elizabeth in him too. I always thought so since he was a baby. I always liked Elizabeth. I was sad to hear that she passed. I would have come then, but Dusty was a sick baby, and I'm not sure what stopped me after."

"You're here now," Wayne said softly. "Please, don't leave again, punkin. I know it's been twenty years, but I never stopped loving you. Choose me this time. I ain't asking for much, just whatever you can give me. I know I can't give you a whole lot. . ."

"Nothing can keep me away from you, Wayne Munson," Claudia said. "Not ever again."

"Not even cats?" Wayne asked.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," she teased.

Wayne chuckled and took her hand, pressing a hard but loving kiss to it.

"You know anything about the Harrington boy that's been patrolling the halls?" He asked.

"Oh, that's Steve. He's as good as my son, too, as well as Sue and Charles Sinclair's son. His parents, well, they're about as reliable as Al," Claudia said. "He's a good boy, and he's been a good older brother to Dusty. To all the kids."

"There's something in his eyes, though," Wayne said, his eyes wandering over to Eddie. "I'm not sure if I should say."

"Sometimes, things don't need to be said for someone to understand," Claudia said, her eyes twinkling delightfully. "I hope it all works out for them."

"Me too," Wayne said softly.

It was during that moment when Claudia and Wayne were staring fondly into each other's eyes that Eddie awoke.

"Either you're a really good nurse, or you really are going to be my new auntie," Eddie croaked.

Wayne had never been happier to give him a slap on the head than he was in that moment. His boy was awake, his loud mouth a strong indicator of more good things to come.

[silviakundera]

The Double ep 32

What are the twists & turns of love, its depth and its aims?

Feels like they set up poison princess and her country leader bro as a contrast to our emperor & Wanning. Real sibling love vs deadly rivalry. Real love (which won't take by force) vs possessive control. Princess Jinyue helped save the father of her love rival while Princess Wanning had the same love rival's father convicted & tortured. We get a bookend of direct "confrontation" between Jinyue & FL at the start of the episode and then Wanning & FL at the end. Both are arrogant, unconventional, wild & free wheeling ladies. But that's where the similarities end.

Xue Fangfei returns to Shen Mansion to truly confront the past. The shipper in me appreciates how the drama has repeatedly shown her calling on Su guogong's memory to steady herself.

Great masks-off showdown between Shen Yurong and Xue Fangfei. It's actually pitch perfect to me that she really hoped that he, who she established last episode did love her, might be consumed with regret enough to turn himself in. One might say that's too naive for her but she married that man because she had loved & admired him, thought he was a different kind of person than he is. Xue Fangfei would move mountains, fearlessly, for those she loves. She overestimates what love means for him and the strength of his character. I'd postulate that his biggest regret, what is destroying him, isn't as much about her personally. But the cognitive dissonance about his Confucian morals and the conduct of a scholar. Attempted murder, obscuring the facts, deceiving the emperor, partnering with those who would destabilize the country, betraying Xue Huaiyuan his teacher (gasp!) : none of this fits with his righteous image of himself. Shen Yurong still loves himself best of all and it's for himself that he wrestles. Bedraggled in prision, he laments his greatest shame - for power, I tainted the reputation I obtained from studying hard.

In contrast, we get flashbacks to our emperor's sensitivity and care for all living things and Su guogong reminding him to stay the course in being the type of ruler their young selves envisioned. (and perhaps the ghost of a cautioning... that if this emperor is no longer one whose love covers the sky & earth, he could lose the Xiao family's backing)

But most importantly, the Ye Shijie knows who she is!!!!! Besties, that SHOCKED me. Idk why but I was fucking shook. I assumed he might be wondering, doubting, but setting it aside and not wanting to examine (because that means his real cousin is dead). Him just SAYING IT after beating dastardly husband over the head... And declaring that he has seen her for who she is and what they experienced together isn't fake; he's willing to stand by her side. This is our example of a selfless love. Boy in an alternate universe with no Su guogong you definitely got the girl. Sorry to you in this life but also congrats.

[moodymisty]

her: I would be so good at being a dead wife, in a movie that is. I’d go under the covers and laugh cutely and play wrestle while there’s bright nearly ethereal lighting in the background of the shot for some reason. I’d walk along the beach and when I see my movie husband filming me I’d be like “hahaha noo don’t film me” and playfully try to cover the camera. I would be so good at appearing in flashbacks where I give my grieving husband vague advice on how to deal with the situation he’s currently in. My slow motion montages would progress the narrative sooo well.

Lorgar: Sweetie I love your creativity but maybe this isn’t something you should say to your real life husband.

I'm fucking dying lmao Lorgar might try and deny his beloved her deadwife movie moment, but you know he's just as fucking unhinged about their relationship at times like

Beloved: Lorgar, what would you do if I was murdered?

Lorgar: My love, I would burn the entire galaxy to ash until I found the one who killed you and wring their neck myself.

Beloved: <3

Lorgar <3

Meanwhile Guilliman is overhearing this conversation like

[kayfabe-is-king]

My husband keeps an ordered list of all the wrestlers I like for gift ideas. Once every few months, he asks if I want to make any changes. When he saw on Twitter what Moxley did to Bryan (he doesn’t watch wrestling but has mutuals on Twitter that do), he asked if I wanted to move Moxley either down or entirely off the list.

I looked at him like he had two heads and said of course not. He looked at me like I had lost my mind.

Him: “So you’re still rooting for the murder guy?”

Me: “Attempted murder, honey. Big difference.”

I’m pretty sure he’s seriously questioning why he married me now.

[nextstopwonderland]

I love that mox and Bryan have completely the same feelings about Twitter

[cupcakemolotov]

Ex's and Oh's: Part Two

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known; Minor Character Death; Magical Realism; We Make War Not Love; Post-Divorce; These Two Fools in Love; Klaus and Caroline Being Territorial; for each other; tyler is dead; kind of; Canon-Typical Violence; Violence; Murder; Werewolf!Klaus; Human!Caroline

Caroline's return to New Orleans is a little less triumphant than she'd like. There is a dead body in her trunk and a magical artifact in her passenger seat, and no matter how much she'd like too, the chances of avoiding her ex-husband are astronomically small. What, with the mate bond and all, but a girl's gotta hope.

“Caroline, why are we here?” Bonnie asked as she looked around at the familiar bar they’d once visited regularly before. Before.

Caroline looked up from her pile of beer battered fries. “I missed you?”

Bonnie gave her a look. “I missed you too, but I expected this chat to happen like, three days from now. You know, once you settled in and actually had the time to try that thing most of us do called communicating with your ex.”

“We should definitely go out again soon,” Caroline agreed with a nod. “This time with cocktails instead of beer, maybe during that dinner you could give me a list of who these mythical ex’s of yours are that you’d willing talk to. I only have the Curse on Sight bullet point list saved to my phone.”

“Caroline,” Bonnie said in fond exasperation. “You know what I mean. When you called and asked for your boxes, I was expecting to play delivery girl, not go out for an impromptu dinner. Please tell me you’re not doing this to avoid Klaus.”

“Hey,” Caroline protested as she gestured towards her food. “I’m hungry, and being hangry cannot improve this situation on any level.”

“Sure,” Bonnie drawled, “but there is no way you can convince me Klaus doesn’t have food in his house. I know how many calories werewolves consume in a day and it’s a lot.”

“He might have a house full of food, but there was nothing to eat.” Nothing she wanted. Not a single emergency bag of Doritos, no chocolate bars tucked away on a shelf, no decent cheese. The freezer hadn’t even contained a quart of emergency ice cream. She wanted to eat her feelings, and Bonnie was lucky she’d agreed to actual food instead of eating her weight in pie.

“Fine, I’ll give you that,” Bonnie allowed. “I’m not saying you owe him anything, but did you at least tell him you were going out?”

“Klaus,” Caroline said with false cheer. “Wasn’t there when I woke up, so I decided he didn’t get an opinion.”

Bonnie groaned and covered her eyes. “Haven’t you had enough rampaging werewolves today?”

“Eh,” Caroline said dismissively. “This morning was hardly a rampage, and you know it. Besides, torturing Tyler is absolutely a form of stress relief. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Probably. Bonnie was right, it would definitely piss him off that she’d left, and what she’d left him would not improve the situation. Dunking a fry into her pile of ketchup, she wrestled with the truth that she wasn’t in a mood yet to improve things.

I know a war when I see one.

Those words had haunted her as she’d fallen asleep, and had resonated in her chest when she’d woken. This felt like a war. Her own personal fight for something she wanted so badly she’d buried it under the ash and smoke of her temper, the scorched earth of her hurt. Wanted so badly and yet, no idea how to move past that anger.

Bonnie made a noise. “I knew we should have gone to Marcel’s.”

Her jaw clenched so hard, Caroline thought she could hear her teeth grinding. “No pack.”

“You can’t avoid them forever.” The words were said carefully, her best friend far too aware of that sore-point.

“Oh, I won’t,” Caroline said, flashing her teeth. “I really, really won’t.”

Thoughtfully, Bonnie relented enough to pick up her own fry. “What did Klaus tell you before he went off torture Tyler’s remains?”

Caroline shrugged. “He’s made changes, he’s the almighty ruler who rules with an iron fist, murder murder, the usual.”

I miss you.

She missed him.

Muttering something pithy, Bonnie pulled out a small bundle of herbs and dumped them on a convenient plate between them. A moment later, the familiar scent of burning sage brought a deluge of memories of ten years ago, and Caroline swallowed past the unexpected lump in her throat.

How often had she and Bonnie sat in this booth with sage burning between them, tipsy from cocktails? How many burgers had been consumed in the name of girl’s night? How often had she wished she could do this again as she sat alone in a random diner, eating pie and rapidly texting the second most important person in her life?

“Caroline,” Bonnie huffed. “You know people are straining to hear every word you say. People have been staring for the last ten minutes, there is no way the locals aren’t already gossiping.” Pointedly she glared at someone over Caroline’s shoulder.

“Nothing I said so far should be a surprise, they’ve all lived with his ego as long as I have.” Caroline said, emphasizing her words with the jab of a french fry.

Bonnie made a face in silent agreement. “I am absolutely not on team Klaus, but this separation hasn’t been easy for either of you.”

Caroline looked away for a moment, because she didn’t know how to explain the tangle in her chest, the way it’d felt like a fist when she’d woken alone in a bed that smelled just like her best dreams. Tired, bruises stiff and aching, she wanted him there and she was mad he wasn’t, and she was mad at herself for being mad about it. Showering had required that she clench her hands into fists not to sniff test everything in the shower, wanting his scent in her lungs.

“I know.” Her lips flattened. “I don’t know how to do easy anymore, Bonnie.”

“When have you ever?”

Caroline reluctantly smiled. “Klaus and I… we didn’t really have a lot of time to talk before he had to leave.” She would have been mad about that, that he’d disappeared so soon after the first time they’d seen each other in years, but she was firmly anti-zombie, so she had decided to be gracious about it. She just wasn’t sure what to do about the rest of it. What they had said. Their conversation had felt too personal, too raw to repeat out loud. “He wants me to stay.”

“Oh, he definitely wants more than that,” Bonnie muttered.

A03: Part 2

Please remember all my fanfic has been locked due to AI Bots scraping A03.

[carlos-in-glasses]

An update to the list!

I'm blown away by the fact that anyone would give their precious time to my fics - I want you to know that I always strive for it to be time well-spent. Thank you, thank you. I'll update this list as more fics are posted. Running from most recently posted to the first❤️:

Search And Rescue - (15k, E) - On their first Valentine's Day as husbands, Carlos surprises TK with a trip to adopt a retired police dog.

Where All This Love Comes From - (107k, E) - TK reflects on meeting Carlos after years of addiction and self-destruction, while Carlos seeks closure by uncovering two unknowns: The identity of his father’s killer, and how his father truly felt about Carlos as his son.

You Can Leave Your Hat On - (6k, E) - The heating breaks in the loft so TK and Carlos find another way to stay warm.

Suddenly, in the Silence – (10k, E) - TK wonders if he's being haunted by Gabriel, while Carlos questions his faith.

Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines – (14k, E) - A coda for 3x08 that also explores how 9/11 impacted TK and Carlos as children.

Release the Hand to Relax the Animal – (15k, E) - TK and Carlos have tantric sex.

When Soulmates Swim – (53k, E) - A season 1 canon compliant AU. TK and Carlos find each other and themselves when they each take up swimming.

The Centre of the Maze – (21k, M) - TK and Carlos have never been on the easy path, but all have lead to the wedding.

With Infinity Folded Into It – (8k, M) - After TK proposes, Carlos remembers the first time they said I love you. And he bakes a babka. Sort of.

Fire Island – (12k, M) - TK and Carlos visit the legendary Fire Island and learn from an older couple about life at the height of the AIDS crisis.

The Light of Our Life – (2k, T) - A coda for 4x12. Carlos buys TK a bearded dragon.

The Heart Behind the Shield – (34k, E) - A coda for 2x08 and 4x04 combined. Carlos and TK work through their kidnapping traumas and Carlos and Gabriel share an important moment.

Afterglow of a Supernova – (13k, M) - Carlos and TK have dinner with Carlos’ high school crush and his wife. Insecurities rise and jealousy ensues in an unexpected way.

Man to Man – (15k, E) - A coda for 2x12. In 2010, Carlos comes out to his parents. In 2021, in the aftermath of the housefire, Carlos feels more empowered to talk to Gabriel and embrace his life with TK.

Chasers – (13k, E) - A coda for 3x13. TK is alone with Cooper, Carlos is alone with his thoughts. Both recall times they’ve chased the next high, other men, or each other.

The Ruins of Wonderland – (14k, E) - The severe winter storm doesn’t happen as forecast and Austin receives a manageable snowfall – without TK plunging into a frozen lake. Nancy’s 126 hang goes ahead. TK attends, but so does Carlos…

In Your Adorable Glasses – (4k, T) - Carlos is struggling to find the perfect poem for the wedding; TK tries to help but sits on his glasses.

Wrestling Angels – (8k, M) - Carlos wishes he could invite his seventeen-year-old self to his wedding to TK.

A Naked House – (8k, M) - TK, Carlos and the 126 attend a murder mystery event in which a real murder takes place and TK vanishes…

Teardrop on the Fire – (11k, E) - TK discovers a birthday card Carlos had written for him during their breakup.

Bath Time and Black Magic – (7k, E) - Carlos is naturally upset after being kidnapped by a satanic cult, so he and TK have a bubble bath and talk about it.

A Rainy Day in Austin – (5k, T) - A 3x15 coda. TK and Carlos drive to the greenbelt to release Lou.

Sensitivity – (5k, M) - TK opens up to Carlos about his past, and Carlos finds himself falling for him even harder.

[ratsoh-writes]

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Characters in relationships:

Honey

Salt

Sparks

Mal

Cash

Pop

Rhythm

Pluto

Jupiter

Lilac

Coffee

Pretty much all the mafias except tempest

Moose

Peaches

Alden

Cricket

Compass

Pitch

Ram

Jasper

Artemis

Lush

Rust

Special exceptions

Red/oak: are soulbonded together but if someone’s brave enough to try and seduce both of them it could happen

Current kids in play:

Leo: lush and kei

Rosie Fran Bruno: rust and Ann

Theo Berlin: butch darlin snipe

Winnie: sugar

The quadruplets: kovu

Lacey: Marcelo and the harem lol

Swing: pop E

Akira: katana sparks

Ollie: Nicky honey salt

Current issues/drama

Recently butch has run into a skeleton monster who eerily reminds him of … well himself. He thinks he might have found another hidden child of roulette. Word has spread to the rest of the family now and don and madame are attempting to track the possible family down.

There’s been strange activity around the caverns of Ridgeside. Some claim to hear a strange humming some nights as well as the ground shaking! Some of the guard were previously sent to investigate and have discovered a secret MASSIVE nest of magical locusts. the outbreak has been contained, as the effect would have been devastating for farmers all over ebott if the nest had been allowed to grow and take flight. There are talks over what to do with the bugs now.

Two monsters and a mage were recently arrested for attempted robbery and murder. It was discovered they were part of a plot designed by another bitter drake monster to take out business rivals from her own au. The mastermind has since been apprehended although her identity is being kept secret from the public.

A publication by one of the royal scientists has monsters taking sides as it was discovered that monster lines who dont have human blood within a certain amount of generations magic will slowly dwindle causing the fertility problems that most aus struggle with. Racial tensions are high between monsters and humans as many deny the papers as a political move while others claim the papers invalidate the beliefs of the first.

charm has been practically in hiding these days as the recent papers published quoted his own studies from his scientist days several times. Thankfully he sugar and winnie were allowed to stay with lush and his family for the time being until all the attention on him dies down.

Positive news:

The venue for the freedom festival has taken tips from the previous golden festival and will once again take place in Portland to make it more hadal accessible. Due to some injuries last year, the official freedom matches will only allow professional dualists allowed. as this will shorten the matches by quite a lot, several different combat based competitions like wrestling, fencing, boxing and some agility courses will also be available to the public.

baby Lior, the child of the royals Asgore and Toriel will be making his first public appearance this freedom festival. security this year is said will be tighter than ever.

In light of the publications made about human and monster relationships, the royal Empress recently came out as having soulbonded to her human husband, ambassador Louis Du Hamel- now Louis Dreemur. It is the first recorded instance of a human being named a royal consort or taking on any sort of royl related role in history.

Baby ozzy is now a walking toddler! he's a bit clumsy but is loving the freedom of toddling around. adorable, simply adorable.

[soullessdianthus]

Soft!Bo Sinclair X Reader | Headcanons | PART 2

<< PART 1

Author's note: Due to your positive responses to the first part - here's the sequel of our murderous husband! Thank you very much for all the reblogs and notes <3

Warnings: mostly fluff, canon typical violence, tiny bit of Stockholm Syndrome?, NSFW under the cut

Word count: 1.6k woops

First days after your arrival in Ambrose, you were following Bo like a ghost, a shadow - since the dawn until the sunset you were alongside him

Bo had to keep an eye on you, see if you wouldn't try anything foolish, so he told you to come with him

But deep down he was almost sure you wouldn't dare to leave the abandoned city, you were a smart girl after all and he was your saviour

When you finally gained a bit of his trust he let you stay inside the house while he worked in the garage or outside the Ambrose

In the second case, he would tell Vincent to watch over you, from a distance of course, his brother would be quick to eliminate any occurring problems

Then, after Bo had completly fallen for you and his heart softened (don't tell this anyone), he wouldn't mind you going with him, staying in the family house or walking around the town - without anyone looking after you

At this point he was sure of your commitment to him

You were gratefull for his care and kind words

Mornings of those days when he wouldn't have to go to work was your favourite part of the day

You'd lay in bed longer than usual, entangled in the lengths of yours limbs

Each night Bo would try to hold you as close as possible - by being a big spoon, craddling you with his arm into his embrace

But when he chooses to sleep on his back, he would keep one of his palms on your thighs

Just to feel you near him

When he seriously has to wake up and start preparing for the work day, he takes a short glimpeses now and then at your sleeping form, sunk between the sheets, spreaded where he used to lay during the night

Bo appreciates when you make him coffee in the morning

And breakfast

During your first weeks in Ambrose he was overwhelmingly trying to shield you from his brothers or "the workshops" (with your friends' corpses still there)

Bo was extremly mean towards Vincent (nothing new), because he kept staring at you akwardly, not understanding why are you still alive

And even if you and all the Sinclair boys met in one place, Bo would instantly place his hand over your shoulder or on your back to underline you're his

As the time passed by, he became more handsy - by keeping his hand on your back (upper and lower), hips or waist

Bo loves to keep you close, so he can feel your scent, touch your hair or soft skin - which is a complete opposite of his coarse, mechanic hands, in his opinion at least, you long for his touch

He'd appreciate if you cook for him, he finds it really sexy

After some time he takes you outiside the town - for a simple car ride kind of date, dinner in the city nearby or a picnic near the lake

Just to be alone with you

If any foolish "tourists" came into the town, you'd stay in the house for your own sake - that's what Bo and Lester suggested to keep you safe

But that one time, while you were slicing the vegetables for dinner, minding your own buisness, someone intruded the house in the hill, almost breaking the doors - a member of a local motorcycle club, his leather vest revealing everything

"Who the hell are you?" you asked, grip tightening around the kitchen knife you held "You shouldn't be here."

The man was already partially covered in blood, probably one of his friends, he kept staring at you, something vile sparkling in his eyes

"Get out, he won't like your presence" you stated, slowly backing away as the intruder walked towards you

"You're with 'em?"

Within a brief moment he was painfully squezzing your wrists, wrestling you until you tripped and fell down

He was trying to take away the knife from you, but you kept struggling under the attacker

During the scuffle you managed to stab him once in his arm - shallow, but always something

"Fucking bitch!" he yelled when he couldn't rip the weapon out of your grip

But those were his last words ever spoken, before a bullet of a rifle put a hole in his upper back

The blood splashed over your cheek and his agonizing body fell to the side

You saw Bo pointing his gun to the dead man's corpse from the door's threshold as he stepped inside the house

"Stupid sonbitch" Bo hissed through his teeth, before pulling the trigger again, making sure the intruder is stone cold dead

You crawled to the side to get as far from the body as you could

Barely keeping up with the scenery, a kitchen knife was still inside of your palm

"Come 'ere, sugar" Bo instructed you, helping you up from the floor

Mechanic gently grabbed your arm and took a quick glimpse over your frame - to see if you had any wounds, if the dead motherfucker hurt you

Oh, only if the biker was alive, Bo would make him regret every single second spent in Ambrose

Then he caught your jaw, just beneath the chin, tilting the face of his lover to the sides, looking frantically for a wound "You alright?"

You nodded and his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you into his heated chest

You dropped the knife to the floor

"You did real good, sweetheart. I'm sorry"

Bo let out a loud breath, his lips pressing against the tip of your head, man's body turning with you around, creating a space between you and the corpse

"Hey! Ya were supposed to keep them OUT THE HOUSE, fuckin' freak"

Only when he yelled just above your head, you realised Vincet was in the room too, taking care of the bloody mess

"For fuck's sake"

"Bo... It's over"

His gaze softened as your voice sounded like a milk and honey, whilist your body shuddered in his embrace

"Go upstairs and wait for me, okay? We're gonna take care of it"

"Are you sure?" your eyes asked him non verbally - the wrinkles on his forehead beacame even more distinct in that setting

"Off you go, girl"

Later that night Bo's head was pressed tightly to your chest, your arms drawing him closer, soft fingers gently rubbing his occiput

Listetning to the heartbeat of yours helped him fall asleep, especially after such... troubles

The heartbeat he could have lost that night in a matter of second

And it scared him to death for the first time in ages

NSFW

Bo would dirty talk to you, only to see you blush and be all flustered

If you're rather a shy person and topic of intimacy makes you embarassed - he'd be in heaven, that man has a corruption kink you cannot prove me otherwise

He wouldn't talk dirty in a deregatory way though, just to mess with you and your shyness

"Ya keep putting those lil' skirts like you wanna me to look under them. Would ya like that, huh?"

"Gone all quiet now? You'd never dare to be this silent in the bedroom, sweetheart"

Beauregard enjoys taking the time to prepare you for the lovemaking - make out session, slowly undressing you and himself, his big hands tracingevery inch of your body? God, yes!

In a bedroom? Definitely a soft type of dom

Experienced or not, Bo would guide you through it all taking a lead between you two

He'd appreciate picking positions when he can see your face - all the emotions and pleasure spasm being visible

A traditional missionary (with your legs close to the chest) or a cowgirl are his top fucking tier (also pinball wizard)

Bo loves when you ride him - slow, sensual sways or rapid, wild bucking, doesn't matter to him as long as he can devour your sweet, little noises of pleasure

It helps him to relax after a long day at work

And the view of your tits just in front of him? He loves your soft, warm flesh bouncing before his hungry gaze

He might lick or suck them

During such intimate moments he places a trail of kissed along your skin - face, neck, spine, stomach, breasts, thighs... EVERYWHERE

Lots of praise mixed with dirty talk

"Takin' mah cock so well, darlin'. Doin' real fine"

"Like that? Like when I stuff your pussy full?"

"Jesus, such a good girl, all wet and warm for me"

You even manage to pull some grunts and moans from him, occasionally, but hey - it finally happens, it's very intimate for him, as it shows his vulnerability (look at the attachment below, you won't regret it) 👀

"Gonna make you feel real good"

Bo won't admit it, but he likes when you pull his hair

When the white light and tickling pressure hits you like a truck and you grasp onto his strong arms and curls - he loves it, absoluetly doesn't mind if you pull to hard or if you scratch him with your nails

"Go on, sugar, show me how much you love this"

Sometimes he would eat you up like a champ - your body squirming between the sheets, eyes watering with pleasure, thighs shaking uncontrollably

Bo is more of a reciver in that case, but he does just fine in the reverse role

When you're both done, he invites you into his embrace - his strong arms entangeling around your back, gently rubbing the curves of your body

He'd offer you a glass of water (such gentleman) or a quick shower

Oh, how he loves to take a shower or a bath with you

Bo would be willing for a round two after you caught your breath, but it all depends on you - if you still had enough strenght for that kind of fun

If not, both of you would try to fall asleep in the embrace of the lover

I'm gonna drop the link for his "noises" 👀 God bless you @bosinclairz <3

[milesfingers]

Outlast antagonists headcanons

I'm only considering the ones from the first game, because for the other ones I haven't much to say. I consider Father Martin a morally grey character so he isn't here.

Chris Walker

The little pig plush it's always been his confort toy since he was a child. When he came back from the war Chris used it to mourn himself to cope

If he wasn't killed in the underground laborator and managed to kill everyone there he eventually would stay in the asylum and kill anyone who came near the facility, becoming a sort of urban legend

He really wanted to kill Trager but he was too concentrated on Miles. He barelly know him but he's still very angry with every Murkoff employees to think straight

Chris surely knows everyone in the asylum, judging Father Martin's purpose as ridiculus.

Richard Trager

I actively decided to ignore canon so before the mutation he had grey hair tied in a ponytail and glasses

His dedication to self-learning medicine is at the point that he sewed a ton of cuts himself. Also he told peolpe that he was an actual doctor and convinced them to be analyzed by him

When was a regular employee Trager used to call "kiddo" any coworker younger than him

(I once saw a fanart of this on pinterest) I think Trager is the type of mindfucker that tells kids things like "Don't smoke kids, its dangerous” but then snorts cocaine

The Twins

Not much to say about those guys exept they were sigly abused by their negletful parents who leave scars on their bodies. Later the social services took them and entrusted them to another family, but the damage was already done

They always lived symbiosis, isolatimg themself from the rest of the world, Their adoptive parents tryed to help them, but slowly they gave up. Later the two brothers killed them

They decided to follow Father Martin for basically no reason. They think that being under his protection would have make them untouchable, somehow.

Eddie Gluskin

I am a horrible person and I hc his birthday as February 14th

While he was basically a serial killer, I like to think that he worked in a wedding dress shop. At some point of his life he dropped school and the owner of that shop thaught him how to sew and pack clothes. Eddie could have stabilized himself, but he was already too deranged

Eddie hates women that much because his mother always knew what his father and uncle done to him and when they get to prison she blames him for taking her husband away from her

I actually think he would be a decent father. Of course he's a borderline psychopath and would rise his child in a sick environment full of torture and murder, but I don't think he would ever hurt them (intentionally, at least)

Frank Manera

I do think he murdered his family and cooked them after years of instabiliy

When he went to the Mount Massive he was put in the hands of a pretty sadistic guard who basically starved him in order to "punish him in the proper way"

His hair turned gray due to the stress of captivity

Actually he managed to not being catch by the SWAT but later he died for some kind of diase because of eating raw human meat

Jeremy Blaire

This man screams daddy issues. Like, have y'all present the song "Are you satisfied?" by Marina? Yeah, that's Jer.

While he was friend with Trager he used to be very embarassed of him and his chaoticity. They went on golf club like any bored rich but Jer constantly avoied Trager at parties

Actually treats like shit EVERY employee that's not his superior, but he really targeted Waylon more than anyone. Like one time he challenged him to arm wrestling and kept him busy for an hour and a half to make him understand how a real man behaves

Example of a cisgender straight white male, bye

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Enough

Chuck Taylor X Fem reader (Chuck is referred to as Dustin)

You taught me how to love, I was broken, shattered into a million pieces and you put me back together. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. You are enough, more than enough.  

Word count: 2215

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Every now and then I would get asked why I married Chuck Taylor? What was it that I saw in him? How was I still with him? The internet was a ruthless place, I would see the comments, people were always shocked to find out that not only Dustin and I were married but we shared a son. People would say that I deserved better, that it was a miracle that he pulled someone like me and I hated it. Everytime someone said he was undeserving of my love it honestly broke me. 

I know for a fact that Dustin saw what was being said of him online, and as much as he pretended it didn’t bother him I knew it did, because I knew it bothered me.

Today was All In, in London. Dustin and I decided to take our son Damian along for the ride, wanting him to experience the historical event. We flew straight from dynamite to London, arriving a few days before the event in order to prepare. On the card Dustin would be a part of the stadium stampede and I would be defending my AEW women’s world championship in four way. Before the show I did a press conference, talking about the difference between the first All In all those years ago and now. 

***** 

“So, Y/n. You will be defending your AEW Women’s championship in a fatal four way. How is today different from the first All In all those years ago?” A reporter asked me. 

“Well, something that is different is that I have a kid now” I told the reporter truthfully 

“Um, well, I have been honored to be a part of the ever growing womens division in AEW. Kenny, Matt, Nick and I had this vision back in Japan to create our own wrestling promotion and to see what it is today is something I would have never believed if you told me five years ago” 

“As you said, something that is different is that you have a kid now. How do you balance being a mother and a wrestler?” 

“It’s difficult, especially since we are traveling more now that everything has opened back up. In all honesty it’s not too bad, some shows I will bring my son with me but other times he’s staying with my parents or someone. It’s like you said balance, when I’m gone for weeks at a time then I would bring him, where as if it were a few days I probably wouldn't” 

“ How do you feel about your match tonight? Walking in ready to face three other opponents has your chances of winning smaller.” 

  “Well for starters I don’t think that this being a four way puts me at a higher chance of losing. Statistically speaking I have a good track record with these kinds of matches. If you look back at the first All In I successfully defended my ROH Women's championship in a fatal four way. One of which was Britt Baker. I will be going into this match like I do all my other matches, cool, calm and collected. Although this is a huge match and I have a lot of pressure on me, it’s nothing I haven’t felt before.” 

“One last question Y/n  your husband will be a part of the stadium stampede match, what are your thoughts on the match?”

“I personally love a good bloody brawl.  Anarchy in the arena, stadium stampede, blood and guts, they are my favorite. I know Mox is going to do some insane things and I’ll be on the edge of my seat watching this amazing murder scene unfold before my eyes. That being said, as much as I adore the Blackpool Combat Club I will be on the side of Best Friends tonight. I know people think that Best Friends are all hugs and rainbows but I think they have proved time and time again that they have a dark side. The parking lot brawl being a perfect example, Chuck and Trent have bathed in their own blood before and can be just as ruthless as the BCC. I do hope, for the sake of my mind, that I have my match before theirs so I can watch it and not stress about my match. Regardless it’s going to be a great match and I hope nobody gets hurt too bad” 

**** 

Soon it was the final hours before we went on air and for once I began to grow nervous. Not nervous about my match but Dustins. This wasn’t anything new, Dustin has had bloody brawls in the past but something about this one felt different. 

“How ya feeling Champ?” I didn’t even hear Dustin enter the room. I only noticed him when he wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. 

“Nervous” I replied 

“How so?” Dustin asked

“Not sure, I know my match and I’m genuinely really happy that Saraya is going to get her moment and all but…” 

“But what?” 

“I’m more nervous for you” I told Dustin before turning around so I could bury my face in his chest, holding him in a tight embrace 

“Why are you nervous for me doll? It’s nothing I haven’t done a dozen times over?” 

Truthfully I didn’t know why I was so nervous, the match itself didn’t worry me too much but it was what came after. This would be a bloodbath and right now I was questioning that bringing Damian along was a good idea. Did I really want him to witness his father bloodied and bruised? Imagine trying to explain that to a 3 year old. 

“I know, but I just have this feeling. It’s hard to explain, I just have this gut feeling that somethings going down tonight. I’m not necessarily talking about you, Dusty,  but in general I just have this feeling” 

***

Well boy was that feeling right. Other than the backstage beef that went down, as I expected I knew the people would talk. Dustin’s match went great, no bad falls, no stitches needed but for some reason no matter how good the match was you would always have those negative people. 

I returned to the hotel around 1am, exhausted. All I wanted to do was have a hot shower and sleep. Although Dustin and I both washed up at the arena after our matches you still are left feeling a bit gross. That final shower before bed calming your burning muscles. 

As Dustin was In the shower I put Damian to bed, just then I got a text on my phone. 

I looked and saw a message from Matt. Looking at the text I noticed it was just a link to which I clicked and ended up on a chain of tweets. 

I guess an old image resurfaced of me and an ex boyfriend of mine. I read the messages and they all said the same thing. “Y/n should have stayed with him” “They were perfect together” “She settled for Chuck” just to name a few. 

Looking back at the image I could feel the tears start to form in my eyes. That Ex boyfriend of mine was none other than Tyler Black. Tyler and I had been together when we were teenagers. We were dumb kids trying to make it in the industry. The people loved us not only as our characters but as us as a couple, the thing was all of that quick fame can get to your head. Yet we never broke up, that was until I found out he had been cheating on me for months. I remember when I found out, oddly enough it was Chuck Taylor himself and Dalton Castle who told me about it. But that was years and years ago, since then so much had changed. 

Dustin and I got together later on in 2009 when he debuted in Pro Wrestling Guerrilla. I fell in love with him 14 years ago so why is it now that all of a sudden people have a problem with it? 

My brain just couldn't seem to comprehend it. Yeah of course people change, everyone has changed, in 14 years we have both changed. Physically that is, through it all Dustin still had that sense of humor and smile that would light up a room. 

Just then I heard the shower turn off. I quickly hid my phone pretending like nothing happened. 

I then quickly grabbed my things and headed for a shower, Dustin could tell something was up I knew he did. “Is everything alright? You seem on edge” He asked, blocking me from entering the washroom to escape. “yeah , everything is fine, I’m just tired that’s all” I responded. Dustin knew I was lying straight to his face but decided to leave it. 

***

The hot water felt perfect against my sore muscles, that match was definitely a brawl. Although I lost I was happy Saraya won. I remember when she got injured all those years ago, being able to help her get back in the ring after seeing what had happened made me happy. During the match I did not get pinned, Toni did which meant that I would get my rematch at some point and who knows maybe become a 2-time champion? 

After I noticed the tips of my fingers becoming a bit pruney I got out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel and finishing getting ready for bed. 

When I returned, I saw Dustin under the covers, scrolling on his phone. 

“Whatcha looking at?” I asked, as I jumped on top of the bed, joining him under the warm covers

“Nothing” He said, trying to hide the screen 

“Okay then” 

“By the way Matt was texting you when you were in the shower” 

Shit, do you think he saw the texts from Matt? Looking at my phone I saw more messages from Matt. ‘What is wrong with people’, ‘I can’t believe this is still going on’, ‘I’m sorry that you have to deal with this Y/n’ 

I only now realized the sad look on Dustin’s face, he definitely saw them. 

“What’s wrong honey?” I asked in a gentle tone, being cautious  of my next words

No response

“You know you can tell me anything right? Whatever it is that’s bothering you, I can help you”   I hated seeing him down like this. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration, not pity. 

“Can I ask you something?” Dustin asked, with a sad puppy dog look in his eyes 

“Of course, anything” 

“Why do you love me? Why are you still with me when you could be with someone else. They can treat you better, what about Matt, you should be with someone like him but your stuck with me” 

His words felt like daggers, it killed me. 

“Well, I love you for many different reasons Dusty. You are kind, loving, you're really funny, I love everything about you. I think you forget just how long we have been together. You have been with me through everything. You were there when I got signed to New Japan, you were there when I founded bullet club. I remember how scared I was to move to Japan by myself, you were there for me, supporting me through it all even on the other side of the world. You are always so supportive of me and my crazy ideas. Heck, you believed in me when I said I wanted to start my own wrestling company. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” 

“14 years is a long time” 

“It sure is, and I wouldn't trade any of it. You are always looking out for me, protecting me, without you I would probably be in some Psych ward trying to get clean or let’s be honest dead. Do you remember that you saved my life, quite literally. You never once judged me for my problems, instead you helped me through them, every single one. You taught me how to love, I was broken, shattered into a million pieces and you put me back together. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you Dustin. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too Y/n” 

“Just look at us, sure yeah we have changed but to loved is to be changed. We have a son, I never wanted kids before you changed my mind. We have accomplished so much together. I love you for you, always have, always will. So stop reading that stupid stuff online, it doesn’t matter what they say. You are enough, don’t you ever forget it” 

“Even if I’m fat now?” asked laughing to lighten the mood

“Shut the hell up boy, you are not and plus I love me a dad bod” I said laughing 

“Thank you Y/n, sometimes I just need that reassurance” Dustin said as he shifted in the bed, laying his head on my lap. 

“Anything for you my love. I will always love you” 

“Always?” 

“Always”