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alittlebitgoofy · 3 years

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the only proof i need is you (taywhora)

it is finally done, i've been wokring on this since the ukd tour started but we don't need to talk about that, it's kind of a sequel to my older canon compliant fics but can be read sepereatly. love my dear mina for always betaing shit I send them, an actual icon

title from proof by Paramore bc that song got stuck in my head as I was tryna get a title, enjoy :)) ao3 link

Tayce relished in the energy she got from this, after so long away from gigs the euphoria wasn’t lost on her. They were lucky, finally able to experience the dizzying highs of such public notoriety.

The heat didn’t help things— of course, they’d get stuck in a heatwave during a cross country tour. The amount of sweat, makeup running by the end of the show, outfits sticking in places they shouldn’t. It was a nightmare, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything

Her attention was pulled back to reality by the laughter of her friends, using silly Instagram filters on each other to amuse them. They stumbled towards her in a flurry of giggles, knocking into her arms and almost sending her falling over into the crowd. A’whora raised her phone to Tayce, erupting into laughter at the way the screen contorted her face into something unrecognisable.

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“Are you done with those?” Tayce asked, gesturing to A’whora’s fries while his attention was laser focused on his phone.

Before he could answer, Tayce plucked a chip anyway, putting it in his mouth much to A’whora’s chagrin. He huffed, eyes narrowing at such an act of treason.

“You hound!” He swatted at Tayce’s arm as he reached for another. “What happened to yours?”

Tayce lent in further, smiling fiendishly and chewing obnoxiously loud. “Ate them, like, ten minutes ago. You’ve been staring at your phone for the past hour and they’re gonna go cold, missy.”

“I’m eating at my own pace!”

“You eat slower than Lawrence picks up choreo.” Tayce grinned, his heart warming at the way his friend pouted, arms crossed — he was too cute when he got all riled up.

“Don’t involve me in your lovers' spats!” Lawrence hissed from across the table, laughing at the way Tayce’s eyes narrowed. He knew Lawrence was only having one of those stupid more-than-friends jokes, but any implications of their relationship being anything other than professional made the room seem a little too tense for his liking.

“She’s right, you two argue like an old married couple.” Bimini chimed in, resting their head on their hands like this was an everyday event.

“This isn’t an argument, a crime has been committed and you two are bystanders letting such an act go unpunished!”

“It’s a fucking chip.”

A’whora glared at Lawrence for such a comment. It was his chip. Tayce had his own, he could deal with himself. He had a bad habit of eating things that weren’t his and flirting his way out of any repercussions. He’d buy A’whora more of something most of the time but the annoyance was justified after a year of having his food stolen.

Bimini let out an exasperated laugh, the idiocy of the pair never failing to be both amusing and tiring. They bickered like children sometimes but there was a layer of deep connection under it, two people so strong in their unity that nothing could break them apart.

Except a chip apparently.

They slid their own half eaten pack over, not likely to eat the rest anyway. It would be worth the quiet of Tayce settling down with more food for a little while. They missed the peace of them all being passed out from a long night’s show.

“Tayce, you can have the rest of mine, just leave her alone.”

“Let the whore have her own food, you hound.” Lawrence huffed, Tayce snickering at the moniker. It made him raise an eyebrow, nodding before turning his attention back to his fries.

It was hilarious seeing him get so riled up but there was a small pang in Tayce’s chest, he genuinely was a bit upset about having his food taken, it was a constant that always riled him up no matter how much Tayce replaced. He slid a few fries over, secretly enjoying the bright smile that took over A’whora’s face, giving a thankful nod.

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Tayce felt the repetitive movement of the car slowly lull him to sleep, they were all too tired to do much of anything, passing out in the back of the tour bus in full drag, not even the energy to take it off before going to their hotels. A’whora was next to him, head leant against his shoulder. He looked so peaceful, making it hard to believe he’d been performing in the horrid heatwave an hour ago.

Bimini was on the other side of them, by the window. They’d curled in on themself, contorted in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable. She’d have to laugh when they complained of back pain the next morning. Lawrence was beside them, stretched across the seat between him and bimini. It was strange to see everyone so low energy, though Tayce himself felt it. So many shows in such quick succession, his body wasn’t ready no matter how much preparation went into it.

A bump in the road jolted him back to attention, though the rest of them were long gone from consciousness. At least he thought. His attention turned back to A’whora, taking in all of his features without the prying eyes of anyone. Something about the sight of him, head reclined on Tayce’s shoulder looking like it was the most comfortable thing in the world, it made his heart warm.

Those feelings still went unsaid, he wasn’t ready for a lot of things, A’whora knew that. He knew with time he would open up, it just took patience and love.

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Tayce’s energy was electric, his constant bouncing and talking leaving the others in the tour bus in a similar state.

Long drives were boring, he had to make it more interesting somehow. A’whora and Lawrence exchanged a look as Tayce set up an Instagram live, mentally preparing for the chaos that would surely follow.

Lawrence was half amused and half mortified at the act that followed, A’whora cheekily shaking her ass on the camera, much to the amusement of the viewers, Tayce slapping it as if it was no big deal. He’d probably come to regret that later but the moment buzzed with the excitement for their next show, the tour in general, and the euphoria of touring with some of his best friends.

The rowdy energy kept up for the rest of the day, Tayce rarely lost his buzz as A’whora had come to learn, it was a blessing until it was late and she was ready to go out when all he could do was pass out in the hotel room.

They had to share this time due to availability, acting like it was a minor inconvenience when it was all they wanted now, to feel the comfort of someone going through the same grueling thing as you, waking up next to Tayce was euphoric. Something about him took the best, happiest feelings out of A’whora and left him a gooey mess of love and laughs.

Though Lawrence was catching on, or so Tayce claimed he thought, confiding in A’whora knowing even he could keep this secret. He knew better than to say something like that, Tayce’s vulnerability was difficult to keep, any sign of trouble and he’d close right back up for a long time to come.

“Oh, there are the lovers.” He boldly prodded the pair, erupting into a laugh as Tayce scowled. The atmosphere was too tense for 9 am, the previous night out leaving him in a precarious state of trying to balance a normal act and a vicious headache that only a kiss from A’whora had managed to vanquish.

“Well what crawled up your ass and died?” He followed up, Tayce’s glare frosting over in a way that truly worried A’whora. He was not happy and he didn’t want to sit in a car all day full of tension. Where was Bimini in this mess?

“It’s too early for this shit, settle down.”

His voice seemed to reason more with Tayce as he got into the car, quickly pulling a’whora beside him. Bimini came out a while later, apologising for the wait. None of them ever seemed to be on time, it was almost as if they took it in turns this tour.

Their presence brought some much needed peace as Tayce started perking up through the journey, still oddly quiet but much better than wanting to bite Lawrence’s head off this morning.

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“A’whora! God, hurry up!” A shout came from Bimini as they prodded her to change faster. Damn costumes, never easy to get off in a hurry.

Tayce watched it with muffled laughter, the misfortune not enough to need intervention but much too amusing to leave alone.

Lawrence shared in her amusement, though had no problem commenting on her time wasting.

“I thought I was the slow one, the whore’s got us all beat.” She commented, the room erupting in laughter much to A’whora’s annoyance.

“Stupid fucking outfit! Tayce?” The complaint was followed by a pleading whine, her eyes starting to tear up with sheer frustration.

Tayce obliged, walking over and unzipping the outfit to let A’whora out, grabbing her new one and sliding it up her body, slowly as to allow her to get in without rushing.

A’whora felt herself almost quiver, the feeling of Tayce’s hands running down her back taking her back to—

Nope. She couldn’t do this, not during a show. Keeping this secret would eat her alive by the time they got finished with this tour but she could enjoy the little moments they had, as inconspicuous as possible.

“Talk about sexual tension.”

“Oh fuck off Lawrence.” Tayce shot back. Before any more words could be exchanged they were rushed back on stage for a group number.

Thank god for Tayce.

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Tayce let himself fall onto the bed with a loud groan. It was incredible being able to perform for huge crowds and meet their fans but this was a new kind of exhaustion. He felt the need to hibernate for the next week. Beside him, A’whora flopped down, a similar sigh leaving his lips.

“I can’t wait to get home, I’ve got a face mask and a few packs of percy pigs waiting for me.”

“Is that all you ever think about? You better share, missy.” Tayce teased, a tired grin spreading across his face, elating his boyfriend who rolled over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Only if you ask politely, or maybe you do something nice for me.” The last part came out in a purr, their faces so close Tayce swore A’whora could feel the heat rising off his face at the insinuation.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t play along, flirting and calling his bluffs. But this was more intimate, the two of them, together. No one else, no need to worry about keeping it down so their roommates wouldn’t find out. It was a flash of a possible future. The pair of them working, joking, and loving together.

It dawned on him then, cuddled together without a care in the world after the most exhausting two weeks of his life. This was what he wanted, he didn’t care what other people thought. Something melted away without him realising, leaving his heart bare and ready for the taking though A’whora always let him set the pace.

“I love you, George.”

He froze. Did he hear that right? Did Tayce just say he loved him? Tayce, the one who could never let himself be vulnerable, much less admit his deepest feelings.

“I love you too.” He choked out, sounding more shocked than he knew possible. Tayce couldn’t help but laugh, he wasn’t expecting it but that reaction was nothing less than adorable. He pulled him into a soft kiss, enjoying their closeness before they both drifted off, hardly ready for the travel and fatigue of tomorrow but safe and cosy in the presence of each other.

He could get used to this.

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mellometal · 3 years

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Re: that ask you got abt DM’s skater boy video i honestly didn’t watch the video so i don’t have any opinions on it but like when i saw “skater boy” in the title i immidiately went like BRO IT IS 2021! ISN’T THE WHOLE SKATER BOI THING SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD BY NOW?

Plus this isn’t related to that ask but Dhar Mann’s recent video didn’t sit with me right given that two black men were harrasing a white person for adopting a black boya nd telling him that it’s better if he adopted a white kid. Idk, it just feels kinda racist (racism targeted at the black ofc ofc. Reverse racism doesn’t exist) but maybe i’m wrong. Idk if you have seen the video.

He really came for the iconic "Sk8er Boi" and I've about had enough of this dude. Never disrespect the Pop Punk Queen Avril Lavigne ever again, Dhar Mann.

I haven't seen the video about the white person adopting a black boy and the two black men harassing them over it yet; however, I've seen the video of a black woman adopting a white girl and the white woman harassing her over it. I'm pretty sure the video you're talking about is the same exact premise...just with men instead.

Honestly, if people want to (legally) adopt black, Indigenous, Hispanic, Latino, white, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Pacific Islander, Indian, Saudi....just ANY race of children in general, then that's their choice and I fully support it! You don't HAVE to adopt a kid who's the same race as you. I don't understand why people think that if you want to adopt a kid, then they MUST be the same race as you. It doesn't matter what color of skin they have. They're still worthy of being loved and adopted???

If you do choose to adopt kids who are a different race than you, of course there are some things you'll need to learn about. For example, you'd need to learn about how to properly take care of coily hair, if you were to adopt a black child.

I personally don't want kids of my own (the only extent I'd go for spreading spawn that look like me is if I were to donate some of my eggs to people who actually WANT to become parents), but if I really wanted kids THAT badly, I'd adopt. Obviously older kids and teenagers, especially those who are close to aging out of the foster care system. Their race would NOT matter to me. I'd fucking learn how to properly take care of their hair, learn how to help them put on eye makeup for monolids if they're into that, ALL THAT.

Saying that a white person should have adopted a white kid instead of a BIPOC or AAPI (in this case, black) kid wouldn't really be racist...but more ignorant than anything. At least from my perspective. Like, you don't know if that white person has learned how to properly take care of coily hair, if they're actively learning how to, if they're married to a black person, or if they've openly talked to their kid about racism!

Even if they're married to a black person, for example, it's still not safe to assume that they know how to care for coily hair or that they've had any open discussions about racism. That's how you get parents like Missy's parents in Big Mouth. Missy is a mixed girl (half black, half white), her mom is white, and her dad is black. (I KNOW that Big Mouth is a VERY controversial show. I'm using this part of the show as an example of what it would look like if interracial parents DIDN'T have this kind of discussion with their kids. I watched it as a joke, but I really paid close attention to how they handled the topic of racism.) Don't be like Missy's parents. MISSY'S MOM USED TOOTHPASTE IN HER HAIR, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. I'M NOT KIDDING. (Why would you use TOOTHPASTE on coily hair? THAT DRIES OUT YOUR HAIR, MAKES IT PRONE TO BREAKAGE, AND DAMAGES THE HAIR FOLLICLE. Don't put toothpaste in your hair, please. It's not good for you. No matter what your hair type is.)

This was way longer than I intended for it to be. But the moral is to just...I don't know, don't be bigoted in general and not judge interracial families. They're literally just out here vibing. They're not hurting anyone.

#dhar mann talk #adoption talk #tw racism mention #cw big mouth mention #WHY THE HELL IS DHAR MANN CONTINUING TO MAKE VIDEOS ABOUT SHIT HE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT

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letterboxd · 4 years

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Quarantine Rentals.

Ten indie films you can rent right now, as recommended by Letterboxd members.

Sure, Scoob!. Yes, Extraction. The Wrong Missy, okay. On the other hand, there are plenty of interesting indie films available for VOD and virtual screenings right now that haven’t necessarily had the benefit of studio backing, big stars, film festivals, red carpets or other ‘normal-circumstances’ coverage to build word-of-mouth.

So, because these are abnormal circumstances, we sent our West Coast editor Dominic Corry on a hunt through your recent reviews to find ten under-seen but enthusiastically received indies that you can rent today.

Thanks to our partnership with JustWatch, you can find availability details on each film’s Letterboxd page—and Dominic has also helpfully provided further links to make it that much easier to support these indie films.

Powerbomb Directed by R. Zachary Shildwachter and B.J. Colangelo

Starring Matt Capiccioni (better known Matt Cross, or M-Dogg 20, or Son of Havoc) as an up-and-coming wrestling star, and Wes Allen as the obsessive fan who kidnaps him, Powerbomb is “The King of Comedy set in the indie wrestling scene, which is a cool fucking concept if nothing else,” according to Dustin Baker. “Luckily, there’s some witty writing and good performances to back up that concept to create something that’s surprisingly a lot of fun.”

Don’t worry if you know nothing about wrestling, writes Justin Nordell: “As someone who has zero reference point for wrestling, this film not only made it accessible but enthralling!”

A guide to where you can watch Powerbomb can be found on the film’s website.

Arkansas Directed by Clark Duke

Quietly ubiquitous comedic actor Clark Duke (Kick-Ass, Hot Tub Time Machine) directed and co-wrote this neo-noir in which he stars alongside such high-profile talent as Vince Vaughn, John Malkovich and Liam Hemsworth. Everyone agrees that the film wears its influences on its sleeve. Chainsaw Massacre “loved nearly every minute of this deliberately paced descendant of Tarantino and the Coen brothers. [But] comparing it to those […] filmmakers does it a disservice though, because, while you can feel their influence, first-time director Clark Duke does have his own distinct style”.

While noting that it marks another interesting performance in Vaughn’s recent emergence as a worthy cinematic lowlife, Tummis would also “like to point out that Liam Hemsworth was great in this”.

Arkansas is available via various digital outlets, as indicated on its official website.

What She Said: The Art of Pauline Kael Directed by Rob Garver

Before the Letterboxd era, film criticism was a much more exclusive realm, and no one critic loomed larger in that realm than The New Yorker’s Pauline Kael—so iconic that true cineastes of her time referred to her simply by her first name. So it behooves you, good Letterboxd member, to familiarize yourself with this master of the form via this new documentary.

In a review that feels like it could apply to any number of Letterboxd members, kmarus says “From what I’ve encountered of her criticism, Kael and I disagree on a lot of things, but one thing that is readily apparent to anyone who reads her writing is that she genuinely cares about movies”.

Letterboxd’s London correspondent (and professional critic) Ella Kemp felt personally validated watching the film. “It’s magic, she’s magic, this is why we needed her and why we always need movies, and why I want to keep talking about them. It’s nice if you read me, if you like me or if you agree with me—but even if you don’t, I know I’ll be sticking around for a while anyway. I’m nowhere near done yet.”

You can rent the film here.

Slay The Dragon Directed by Barak Goodman and Chris Durrance

The insidious and nebulous practice of gerrymandering is the focus of this acclaimed documentary. As member Andrew Chrzanowski ominously intones, the film is “never more timely than right here and right now” and “demands you to watch, so you may witness in a comprehensive and detailed way the metastasis of the most malignant cancer on our democracy: gerrymandered districts and redrawn borders by Republicans, especially after the 2010 elections”.

Guyatthemovies says the film “does a phenomenal job of taking a topic that may seem confusing for most who are not familiar and breaking it down to simplistic terms, explaining the impact of gerrymandering [through] well-known examples” and that “this is a must-watch for anyone concerned about the state of politics today”.

You can support your favorite theater by renting the film here.

Judy & Punch Directed by Mirrah Foulkes

Mia Wasikovska and Damon Herriman, two of the more interesting Australian actors working in film today, and each possessed of a fantastically cinematic face, star in this one-of-a-kind film as a couple operating a marionette show in a town about to bubble over with tension. Like the classic puppet characters that title the film, they come to blows.

The film is the feature-directing debut of Aussie actor and filmmaker Mirrah Foulkes, and Letterboxd member CJ Johnson says she “announces herself as a feature auteur of serious talent and limitless potential with […] a film whose great artfulness is only outdone by its sheer, breath-taking originality”.

Jess V.K. warns us to “go into this film with no expectations, because whatever you were expecting is not what you will see”.

Rent the film here.

On A Magical Night Directed by Christophe Honoré

This French comedy (of sorts) presents a fresh perspective on a very French activity: infidelity. It begins with a woman, Maria (Chiara Mastroianni, daughter of Italian-French acting royalty Marcello Mastroanni and Catherine Deneuve) deciding to leave her husband, and taking up residence across the street where she can observe him.

As Allison M. explains, “like a modernized version of A Christmas Carol, spirits living and dead come to haunt Maria to help her make a decision about whether or not she should return to her husband. It is complete with a phantom baby, reference to a past threesome, and kissing cousins”.

The film caused Gmacauley to ruminate: “Have you ever thought to yourself that when you get old you’d like to travel to the past and sleep with your significant other while they’re young again? Well now I have.”

Watch it here; and also seek out Nicolas Bedos’ marital fantasy romp, La Belle Époque.

The Assistant Directed by Kitty Green

This austere take on the #MeToo era stars Ozark breakout Julia Garner as a bottom-rung assistant to a never-seen, New York-based film producer clearly modeled on Harvey Weinstein. Through one long workday, we are witness to the manipulative practices that enable such a figure, without ever landing on a single incident that she can cite as tangible proof of his behavior, which helps detail the impossibility of her—and countless others’—situation.

While the film’s understated style has thrown some viewers off, that’s entirely the point according to Ryne Walley, who says it “aims true with unwavering confidence. The calculated pace and concise nature of The Assistant hides very little, echoing the countless cases of abuse and depravity that’ve been disclosed… an agonizingly taut feat of filmmaking… Your heart sinks with each passing hour”.

“So quietly powerful, this is a female film through and through. Gut wrenching in the simplest way,” writes Letterboxd member Katie.

Ella Kemp interviewed Green about The Assistant for Letterboxd. The film’s official website lists various VOD options.

Capital in the Twenty-First Century Directed by Justin Pemberton

French economist Thomas Piketty’s 2013 book about income equality forms the basis of this documentary, which takes on a new pertinence in the coronavirus era.

“It’s a sobering trip,” says Joey Jepson. “As if Covid-19 wasn’t enough to send you into a deep depression, Capital in the Twenty-First Century presents a thesis that seems to indicate that if we don’t course correct, we will see a further divide and evaporation of the middle-class.”

Michael agrees: “Very clearly and lucidly explains why we’re fucked if we don’t start regulating capital.” Eep.

Rent the film here.

Spaceship Earth Directed by Matt Wolf

The 1991 biosphere experiment—in which a group of people sealed themselves off from the world (hey!) to investigate human self-sustainability—is the subject of this documentary, which, like Capital in the Twenty-First Century, also hits a little different in the current moment.

Kellyabailey is on board: “I’m fuckin inspired, man. I wanna see what I’m capable of and finally start that commune I’ve been dreaming up.”

Smooz was impressed with how the film didn’t make fun of its subjects: “It’s rare for a documentarian […] dealing with kooks to produce a movie with any sort of empathy. This movie takes the kooks involved in one of the kookiest, most ridiculed projects in recent decades and honestly shows their successes, visionary moments, shortcomings, and failures while resisting the urge to dunk on them and give them swirlies.”

Letterboxd editor-in-chief Gemma Gracewood spoke to Wolf about his film—and what movies he’d choose to take with into a biosphere—in this interview. Rent the movie here.

Aren’t You Happy Directed by Susanne Heinrich

Those in the mood for something different might do well to check out this aesthetically bold German film—think Wes Anderson meets The Love Witch meets the movie Robert De Niro takes Cybill Shepherd to see on their ‘date’ in Taxi Driver—following a young woman named Mädchen (Marie Rathscheck) through various strange encounters.

Arvid Schmiedehausen says it “might be the most artistic film I have ever watched. It is highly ambitious in its attempts to deconstruct society and western values through fourteen episodes, with each being a persiflage on one unique aspect of it”. [We had to look up “persiflage” too.]

Ian A. Chapman writes that “not in anyway adhering to convention, Aren’t You Happy melancholically meanders through rendezvous allowing time for delicious dialogue. Visually pleasing, the colour choices neatly frame the scenes and set the tones allowing for a shorthand into the vibe”.

Rent the movie here.

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rawiswhore · 5 years

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Triple H x Fem Reader- “Wanna Wrestle?”

Another very goofy, silly fanfic.

Not only could what I’m about to write happen during the Attitude and Ruthless Aggression eras, I’ll save what else this could be for later.

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1998.

WWF, like that old grey mare, it ain’t what it used to be.

Gone are the days of colorful, cartoonish and harmless gimmicks like clowns, plumbers, Elvis impersonators and hillbillies.

Now are the days where gimmicks are porn stars, sex addicts, pimps and rebellious potty-mouths who yell “suck it!” while pointing to their crotches.

It would just get even more extreme after that.

Gone are the days where female wrestlers were actual female wrestlers and not just sex objects for men to drool over. It would end up getting worse the years after that.

Yes, there still were a few female wrestlers who are legit, actual female wrestlers (Jacqueline and Chyna, for instance), but they sexualize Jacqueline and make her more of a sex object, and don’t even get us started on Sable.

And you were also a victim of that.

You originally started off as being the arm candy of Triple H when he was Hunter Hearst Helmsley, a classy, sophisticated, snobbish blueblood, where you were dressed like something from a Jane Austen or Charles Dickens novel.

But because of your rising popularity due to your beauty, as well as Triple H and Shawn Michaels idea and your past history and the WWF changing itself from family friendly to more adult-like.

Your new gimmick is to be a slutty, horny nymphomaniac. The Madonna in 1992 of wrestling.

You basically were Triple H and Shawn Michaels’ slut and sex toy with D Generation X.

But tonight, you weren’t going to be with D Generation X.

You were going to wrestle against Triple H, in the ring.

Although, you have wrestled with Triple H before, but not the kind of wrestling that involves things like Half Nelsons, ifyknowwhatimean.

You even did it in the ring a few times with him and even Shawn Michaels, sometimes even with them both, when there wasn’t an audience filled with people holding signs and posters.

During this time, there were female wrestlers who would wrestle with other female wrestlers, but some wrestlers, like Chyna, wrestled with men and even beat them.

And you were going to pull a Chyna tonight.

Your entrance music played.

Sexy, sensual music that sounded halfway like 70′s porn music.

The audience immediately recognized that music.

They went absolutely nuts, holding up signs.

You appeared on stage, dressed in a black short sleeved crop top that ended below your breasts and showed your entire bare midriff off and a pink miniskirt.

You started to slightly grind sexily to your entrance music, which made the audience go even more insane and hornier.

You were part of the reason the WWF was finally getting ratings again.

You strutted yourself down the catwalk, sometimes you “dropped it like it’s hot” on a few horny male fans like this

You did that back when Gwen Stefani was famous for being the lead singer of No Doubt and when Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas was in a girl group called Wild Orchid, and those 2 women would do what you did a decade later.

Of course the horny males in the audience were screaming their heads off over this, so much, you might be deaf after this match.

When you reached the ring, you crawled in there, some of the men in the audience were craning their necks to look up your skirt.

You stood up in the ring standing there, arms up and wide open, the males (grown men, teenage and preteen boys and prepubescent boys) in the audience were going insane over you, whistling, cheering, hollering, pumping their fists like the audiences of “Arsenio Hall” back in 1990, some of them were letting out those cheesy “wolf whistles”.

But enough about that.

Let’s get to the wrestling!

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The audience was shocked. They had no idea you were going to wrestle against Triple H, a MAN, especially one you used to tag-team with.

They expected you to wrestle with a woman.

You then ran up to the side of the ring, where you ran up to Triple H, knocking him down.

He was lying on the ring’s floor and you landed yourself on his lap, your legs on both sides of his body.

It looked like you were riding a horse, or more like, like you were riding his cock in the bedroom.

The audience was going absolutely insane over this, this looked very naughty.

They had no idea what was to come afterwards.

“Yeah, that doesn’t look too suggestive, does it?!” Jerry Lawler exclaimed on commentary.

He thought THAT was bad?

Triple H then sprung himself up, knocking you down until your back and behind your head touched the ring’s floor, Triple H’s upper half of his body stood up while standing on his knees.

Your legs were spread wide open against Triple H’s legs.

The audience got a huge uproar from this.

Men and teenage boys in the audience were cheering this, some parents with their kids were absolutely shocked at this.

You then turned your body around, where your stomach was touching the ring’s floor, trying to crawl away from Triple H, but he gripped his hands tightly onto your ankles, pulling your body up to his face.

Now your ass was in his face and your face was down in his crotch, in a 69 position.

The audience was absolutely shocked at this, going “ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”.

But it gets better from there.

“Wouldn’t this be better if she was wrestling a woman?” Jerry Lawler exclaimed. “Like Sable?!”

The male audience was drowning out the entire room in applause, cheers and uproars, lots of “yeaaaaaaaahs!”

Triple H then sprung his body up and bucked his hips right into your ass, where your face and your body hit a big thud on the ring’s floor.

Now it looked like you were doing it doggy style with him.

If that’s not bad enough, he then lifted you from the ring’s floor and pulled up your skirt, showing your halfway bare ass.

He then lifted one of his hands and spanked your rear end swiftly, reddening your bare ass cheeks.

You cried and yelped out in pain, screaming and squealing.

The audience got a huge uproar from this, cheering Triple H on for giving you a spanking (and for showing your ass cheeks).

You then pushed your ass back against his crotch until he fell to the floor, his back making a huge thud nose once it hit the ring’s floor.

You sat your ass on his lap reverse cowgirl style, your back was facing his face.

“How can they keep a straight face while doing this?” Jerry Lawler exclaimed.

And indeed, some people were probably thinking this in the ring.

While your faces were in pain sometimes, yes, Jerry Lawler meant how can you not burst into laughter at this?

The audience ended up getting this.

All of these positions you were wrestling with Triple H with were sex positions.

Triple H then grabbed a hold of both of your ankles, gripping them tightly, and flipping and turning your body where your face now faced his own face.

His body was hovering over your body, his arms were on both sides of your body.

His face was looking down at yours in seriousness.

He then grabbed your ankles and pulled them up to your shoulders.

His clothed pants were against your pussy, but you were luckily wearing underwear and his dick wasn’t out.

“Is Triple H going to do any of his signature moves?!” Jerry Lawler exclaimed. “Is y/n going to do any of her signature wrestling moves?”

Your face was clenched in agony, like this was hurting you.

Triple H was holding you down for a good few seconds, when a referee then crawled into the wrestling ring, beating the floor 3 times.

Triple H won.

The referee held Triple H’s arm up, where the audience began cheering him loudly, enough to make your ears bleed and probably his ears bleed as well.

Triple H was out of breath, his chest heaving in and out.

Your legs in pain could now be relieved.

You breathed heavily, out of breath and sweaty.

You looked at Triple H with a nasty look on your face, angry that you didn’t win the belt.

But you honestly didn’t care about winning any plastic belt.

Triple H then stood above you carrying a belt on his shoulder and holding a microphone.

“Hey lil’ missy!” he shouted to you.

You looked up at him pouting like a kid who can’t get ice cream, almost like that infamous Miz hater in 2010.

Remember this girl?

“Since this match had some moves and positions that didn’t leave too much to the imagination, and you’re pissed that you didn’t win the belt, I shall leave this on a last note...I got two words for ya!”

The audience finished his sentence, shouting out “SUCK IT!”, where afterwards, Triple H did his iconic crotch chop and little fireworks were bursting from below the ring.

You heard D Generation X’s entrance music playing.

The audience was cheering loudly for Triple H.

After this match, since your gimmick is a slutty nymphomaniac, maybe you could have some sexual position-inspired wrestling moves from then on.

Especially with other female wrestlers.

That’ll give the WWF even more ratings and Vince McMahon even more cash.

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Not only could this have been something that could’ve happened in the Attitude or Ruthless Aggression eras of the WWF/E, this could also easily be a skit on something like “Saturday Night Live” and its ilk.

In fact, it probably is.

Also, remember that animated penguin movie “Happy Feet” where the adult Mumble met with Gloria again and they were doing all of those sexual positions after sliding on the ice? That’s what this is like!

#triple h #triple h x fem reader #fanfiction #wwf #1998 #90s #attitude era

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big mouth icons

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✹ ICONS PANSEXUAL BIG MOUTH ✹

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years

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Chop, Chop!

A/N: This is for @alltheestars. Thank you for the request. I did a little CoCo and Chad throwback. I hope you like it!

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

Chadwick Boseman x Black! Female Reader (Chad & CoCo AU)

If there was one thing you took pride in, it was your hair.

In primary school, your mother would decorate your luscious pigtails with ribbons of every hue, being sure to match them to your school uniforms per your request. When other little girls would come home with unruly manes after a long day of playing, you returned with every strand neatly in place, almost identical to the way you had left the house.

By middle school, you had transitioned from the elementary hairstyles orchestrated by your mother to the beautiful press and curls from Ms. Gina, the family beautician. Your father would happily spend the $80 a week to make sure that you and your mother were well taken care of on Saturday mornings. Ms. Gina would take your virgin hair and wash it, grease it and press it to your specific instructions. Even when she’d bump the ends a little too much and leave you as a shoe in for a role asJames Brown, you marveled at how grown up you looked.

In high school, you took over the reigns and began crafting your own hairstyles. The ability to quickly transition from a flat press to a ponytail and back to a french roll gave you a liberating sense of freedom. When you were awarded ‘Best Hair’ as your senior superlative, you carried the title with pride.

College held more of the same. It was at Howard University that you were introduced to Aaliyah and her iconic swoop bang. There wasn’t a day that went by that your hair was not carefully parted on the left side with a thick bang covering your left eye. You figured that, if you couldn’t mimic her singing ability, you’d at least take her personal style for a spin.

Chadwick would often tease you by blasting her music whenever you’d visit his off campus house and beg you to do the dance moves in his living room. As much as you’d deny it, you loved being the center of his attention, even if he was picking on you.

With all of your previous hair triumphs, when your roommate Lynn needed a practice dummy to test her beauty skills, you were all for it. A simple color job inspired by Janet Jackson’s Velvet Rope era was the deal but, soon you found yourself with a snug processing cap over your head and the stinging of a box perm burning tears into your eyes.

“Lynn, this shit burns! Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah! My cousin Monica perms and colors her hair all the time! What’s the matter? You never had a perm before?”

You hadn’t. You’d always beg for one but your mother made sure you knew that everything a perm could do, a hot comb or flat iron could do just as well.

Your lack of knowledge and eagerness to change up your look seemed to be harmless at first. The subtle scarlet color was the perfect complement to your brown skin and came with the just the right amount of sheen. The perm left your hair so silky and smooth that you didn’t even mind the slight loss of volume.

“Lynn, I could kiss you in the mouth!” You exclaimed while executing a small spin to see your hair move behind you.

“I’ll pass. Save that for your revolutionary little boyfriend. Now come here, your roots are still puffy at your crown.”

What you didn’t expect from your little experiment was the handful of hair that left your scalp and clung to the flat iron. One handful turned into three and those three turned into breakage all around your head.

“What did you do to my hair!”

“All I did was a little bleach and color with the perm.”

“BLEACH!”

It was too late. No matter how much you tried to fix it, the damage was done. In a matter of hours you’d managed to trade in your healthy hair for a broken, brittle mess. Distraught and hopeless, you knew what needed to be done.

The next morning, with tears in your eyes, you watched a local hairdresser trim your hair to the root, only leaving a curly skeleton of what you use to hold so dear. When she was done, she handed you a tiny list of product suggestions and a little advice before pushing you out of the doors into the DC streets.

Maneuvering around campus proved to be the most daunting task. You’d grown to be a bit of a socialite, forcing you to avoid the three c’s: conversations, club meetings and Chadwick.

Through careful planning, the first two were easy but, Chad was hard to shake. After three days of no communication, he left a note in your work study office practically threatening you to stop by his house at the end of the day.

“CoCo, don’t make me come find you. I’ll be home at 6. Come by.”

Reluctantly, you trudged down the hill carefully covering your head with the hood of your Howard basketball pullover and a hat for added protection. It was foolish to think that the ever inquisitive and observant Chadwick Boseman would not immediately notice your odd attire but, it was worth a try.

Stepping to the front door, you quietly prayed that Chad was caught up in class or too busy working on a script to answer so that you could say that you tried and scurry back home. Instead, the weathered door swung open to reveal your shirtless best friend with a guitar in his hand and a confused look on his face.

“It’s 75 degrees out. Why do you have on that sweatshirt?”

“Is that how you greet people now? No, ‘Hey, how are you?’, just questions? What if I did that to you?”

“Well...you kind of just did.”

Pushing him aside, you marched through the house and into his bedroom hoping that your petty argument would dead the inquiries. It wasn’t long before you were flopping across his bed and staring at the ceiling to fight back tears.

“So, you gon’ tell me what’s going on with the hood? You pledging Que and hiding a bald head under there?”

He was joking but your uneasy laugh and averted gaze alerted him to a larger problem. Hesitantly, you allowed him to lay in the space beside you to remove your hood and hat.

“This is...new.” Chadwick responded after carefully choosing his words. His fingers lightly caressed the top of your head, stopping briefly to fiddle with a ringlet at your crown. “Are you really pledging Que? Should I get balloons? I know you’re the tre because Tim and Eric are short as hell.”

“Ha ha, Chad. You’re so funny.” The tears you’d been trying to hold in slipped past your closed eyes and rolled down your cheeks.

“Woah woah, CoCo. Don’t cry. What’s wrong? How can I fix it?”

“You can’t fix it, Aaron!” You hadn’t intended to yell at him but the frustration of the last few days was starting to catch up to you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. This isn’t your fault.”

Enveloped in comfortable silence, Chadwick examined your face. Usually you’d tell him to take a picture so that it would last longer but now, with your eyes closed, he could take as much time as he wanted.

“If it helps, I think you look amazing.”

He watched you slowly open your eyes and scrunch your nose at his statement. “Yeah, right. I look like a dark-skinned DeBarge.”

“Yeah but, you can’t sing.” His boisterous laughter managed to pull a laugh from you until your stomach was hurting from the force. “But seriously, you look fine. It suits your face. I can finally see your eyes without that bang in the way.”

“You told me you thought it was fly!”

“It was! But, I like this one too. I like whatever to do with your hair and stuff. You make all of it look good.”

A familiar set of butterflies fluttered in your abdomen at his kind words and the feel of his hand returning to rub your head. How was he able to make you feel so beautiful with just a few words? He could’ve repeated that same line to every girl on campus but, in this moment, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

“So I don’t look like a low budget Missy Elliot?”

“Actually, that’s probably the best comparison.” He laughed. “Look at it this way though; we can go get haircuts together.”

“Haircuts? You been on this Basquiat journey for a while now. Would you really go get a haircut with me?”

Running his hands through his ‘fro, he gave the thought of a haircut serious consideration. He’d spent a lot of time growing his hair out to achieve the locs that were sprouting from his scalp. Not only did they fit his image but they’d received a lot of attention from the other women on campus. Was he really willing to get rid of them for you?

“Give me three weeks. If you still want to maintain the haircut by then, I’ll go with you.”

“Really!” You squealed, pressing your body into his bare chest. He never had the chance to keep you close before you hopped of the bed and danced around the small room.

Grabbing his guitar, he began strumming background music to your solo party.

“CoCo’s big ass head just got bigger…” He sang, a broad smile contrasting your straight-faced expression. “I’m messing with you!”

Rolling your eyes, you drug yourself back to the bed to sit beside him and lay your head against his shoulder. “Thanks, Chad. I needed this.”

“Anytime, CoCo. I got you no matter what.” His eyes found yours again in the tender moment, sharing a sweet smile with you.

“Your head is still big though. You look like Michael Jordan with hair. I mean gah damn!”

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clownsgobeepbeep · 6 years

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Pure Imagination

I DID IT! I FINALLY FINISHED IT! THE NEXT RYDER DRABBLE IS HERE!

@post-itpenny @grotesquegabby Tagging you guys just so you know that I borrowed some of your characters~

Warning: Super long

Another warning: Violence and suffering~

First Second Third Fourth Fifth Sixth Seventh

Darkness.

Everything was complete darkness.

There was nothing that could be seen. There was only a musty feel to the atmosphere. Old, ancient, humid, wet, dead. There was water on the floor, it was like a sea but completely shallow, shallow enough to stand on without getting yourself soaked.

But finally, there was a light.

Ryder lifted his head up from the dirty water while he groaned and struggled to open his eyes, adjusting them to the darkness all around that contained only a single light source that was a few feet away from him. He let out a grunt and stood up, realizing that he thankfully had all of his limbs, in fact, his whole body was intact. No cuts, bruises, scratches, bites, nothing. Was he dead?

No.

He squinted his eyes and slowly walked over to the light, hearing the sound of playful little music come from it once he realized that...it was an arcade game. The box had no designs on it but pixels everywhere, and the screen of course was pixelated as well. He looked at it and pressed the start button on it, the screen giving him the option to choose only one character: himself.

He pressed the button again and saw his character standing alone in the darkness, so he moved it around while he noticed that in the top left corner, there were three hearts. He continued to move the character around before the a white rectangle appeared in the black background, then tuning in before he saw an all to familiar face that was not pixelated like everything else in the game.

"Hey, you finally woke up. I was waiting for you."

"Oh is that so? Are you so lonely Cosmos, that you retorted to playing a game with me?"Ryder asked with a frown, and Cosmos gave a soft chuckle while he shook his head.

"Lonely? If I remember correctly, I'm not the one who is all alone in the darkness. But then again, are you really alone?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, let's see. You're in front of a game, what could that mean?"

"Ah, you are going to give me a taste of my own medicine, yes?"Ryder rolled his eyes while Cosmos laughed.

"Sure, let's go with that buddy."

"What now then?"

"Alright, before you start, let's go over the rules. You can't do anything. Your only actions are jumping and running because unfortunately, trying to fight back will hurt you."

"Fight back?"

"Yup. This game is like...a race, but you're not really racing against anybody. Instead, you're just running."

"From?"

"Ryder, let me explain first." Cosmos told him, and Ryder huffed while Cosmos waved a hand and made the pixelated screen change. "Now, you are at the start right now and you need to run to the finish line."

Ryder watched as his character became smaller so that the screen could show the line with flags at the end.

"Run? Not hard."

"Ah, but that's where things get fun. It can't be a game if you're just running, right?" Cosmos chuckled once again while the little character began to run through the line. "Think of this as...Mario. But instead of running to the boss fight, the boss is chasing you. Get caught, and I can promise you that it'll be hell for you. You have three lives, lose them all, and you start all over."

"What's the boss? Let me begin so I can get this over with."

"Always so impatient...but fine. I'll let you start. Just because I want to watch how you do in my game."Cosmos shrugged, and the rectangle he was in shut off while Ryder grabbed the joysticks and watched the screen. He saw his character move around and a new icon appeared behind it and next to the flag.

A spider.

Ryder furrowed his eyebrows and deepened his frown once he saw that the whole screen shut off, and he slowly backed away to see what was wrong with it. He eyed the entire machine and kneeled down to press one of the buttons below, hoping to have it work. Thankfully it did and in seconds the screen turned back on to show his little character, scattered around as little pixels before he heard a laugh. In the screen's darkness, he saw two purple lights which turned into a face, making his heart drop and eyes widen.

"Ryder, oh Ryder. We meet again after so long my pretty.~"

"No...it-it can't be."

"Oh, but it can."

"You're dead! The D'Vitts killed you!"

"And they decided to bring me back, just for you.~"

Ryder shook his head and backed away as the screen presented the image of Missy's face, but it blacked out once again before the screen cracked. It was then followed by the entire box which split in half to reveal Missy standing in the mess, and Ryder fell back with complete fear.

"Run."

Just like that, Ryder crawled away and jumped onto his feet, running through the water before the floor beneath him opened, making him fall down and land on something almost bouncy. He looked at what he was on, noticing that it was a complete plethora of strings all connecting in a strange pattern.

"Ya know, I never had much against ya."a voice said, and Ryder looked up to see giant purple eyes again, frightening him for a moment before he realized this was not Missy, but someone close. "I still didn't ya like because of what you were doing to my friends."

"Big guy! Why don't you be a good guy for once and let me out of here, huh? And I prom-"

"I don't want to hear shit from you."Ace interrupted, then lifting his hands which had strings come out of them. "Especially, after what you did to Lydia."

Ryder's eyes widened once he saw things climb down from the strings, and they crawled unto the strings to reveal that...he was on a spiderweb, and those were spiders. Ryder booked it out of there, but found it completely difficult for the web continued to move around. He got down and started to crawl away frantically as the spiders quickened their pace, nearly reaching him before he accidentally ripped some of the strings with his braces, falling down once again and onto another spiderweb.

He looked up and noticed that the spiders all started to jump through the tear, and he tried his best to rip the web he was currently on.

"Ripping the webs ain't gonna do anything for you."Ace laughed before one of his hands gathered up all the spiderwebs, holding them like a bag while Ryder clung onto one of them. "It's boring because there's a shit ton, so I'll make things interesting."

"You're not helping!"Ryder yelled out, and Ace gave a shrug before Ryder desperately began to climb down as he noticed the spiders dashing downwards to him. Ryder smiled once he was close to reaching the bottom of the webs, but let out a scream when something else climbed out on the exterior. It slashed at the web and grabbed ahold of his collar, and Ryder kicked around once he realized it was Missy grinning at him evilly. Once he kicked her, she released him and he fell down once again, then landing on dirt.

Ryder looked up and saw Missy hanging from the spiderwebs, though she jumped down which made Ryder run off again. He realized that he was in a forest, not too bad if he was honest. Once again, he turned back and sped up when he saw Missy crawling over towards him, her mouth having enlarged to show large fangs while the number of eyes on her face increased. He looked forwards, then skidding to a stop when something pierced the air and landed in front of him.

"An arrow!?"he exclaimed, then jumping and rolling over to the side as another arrow was shot at him, and he snapped his head up to see another of the D'Vitts friends. "Bird girl!"

"Fuck yeah! You think I was going to miss out on this fun?" Maggie replied, then lifting up the bow and arrow she was holding. "Karma's a bitch, isn't it?"

"You would- AH!"Ryder cried out, then falling once Maggie shot an arrow at his leg.

"You better run, or the spider's gonna get your tongue and boy and I going to enjoy it!"

Ryder grit his teeth and took the arrow out of his leg, then standing up as he started to run off with a slight limp. He extended his hand out so that he could have a dagger at hand, but realized that none came out, and he really had no control in this game. As he continued, Maggie shot more and more arrows, some actually catching Ryder while others were mostly to block his path and slow him down.

"Would you stop it!? I'm already having a hard time running from this bitch!"Ryder angrily yelled out, but Maggie shut him up when an arrow went right through his eye and then head which shocked him.

"Woo! Headshot! Let's see if I can get the other eye now.~"Maggie giggled out, getting ready to shoot out another arrow which had Ryder dashing away. He held the gap on his face, his hand becoming bloodied before his back was then shot, and he grit his teeth once again.

"Dammit, all out of arrows."Maggie shrugged, and before Ryder could let out a snarky remark, his eyes widened when Maggie extended her hands out and from the trees that were surrounding him. All of a sudden, birds zoomed out, intensely flapping their wings as they directed themselves towards him.

"Are you serious!?"

Soon enough, the birds all started to peck Ryder wherever they could as he swatted them away. He was able to hit some of them away, even stab with one of the arrows that had been stuck on his shoulder, though he was thrown to the ground by the birds. All over him, they pecked and scratched before one of the birds clawed into his back, grabbing him and lifting him into the air.

"Let me go!" he shouted, then shutting his eyes when the bird hissed right into his ear, and he realized it was a vulture who pecked at his back. Ryder squirmed around while trying to get out of its grasp, but the vulture continued flying over the woods before finding a nest in a centered area. Ryder was dropped and he fell into it, though his fall was too fast that it broke the nest and made him land somewhere else.

Ryder lifted his head up and noticed that he was in a...circus?

"So very nice of you to drop in." Ryder heard, looking up to see Cuckoo seated on a large chair with their legs crossed as they took a sip from a cup of tea. "Care for a drink?"

"I want out, now. Knowing how you are, you're not going to do anything to me."Ryder commented as he stood up and dusted himself.

"Do, anything to you? Oh dear, that's a funny thought."Cuckoo chuckled out as they stood up as well, casually approaching Ryder while sipping from their tea once again. "Need I remind you. Cosmos has been my best friend ever since I met. His mother has always been my mother. His sister has always been my sister. His niece has always been my niece. His family, is my family."

"So what?"

"So, don't be foolish and believe me merciful." Cuckoo told him, then splashing the tea on his face with a blank stare. Ryder's mouth opened as he was about to gasp feeling offended but was stopped when Cuckoo snapped their fingers and in seconds, Ryder's wrists and ankles were grabbed by ropes which harshly pulled him backwards and his back collided with something wooden. He glanced around and noticed that it was a circle, a board...perfect for-

"I've heard quite the lot how well you do with throwing daggers, or is that perhaps another talent you stole from James? A fine addition to my circus." Cuckoo chuckled before they waved their hand and had daggers appear in front of them. "You would be a perfect assistant because I would be the dagger thrower of course."

Cuckoo snapped their fingers once again and the board Ryder was on began to spin, making the clown grit his teeth.

"Is that really all you're going to do? Throw stupid daggers at me! You really are the most pathetic one of them all."he spat out, and Cuckoo gave a shrug with a sly smile.

"Perhaps I am, but I will always be better than your pathetic and sadistic self."they commented as they fixed their glove, turning around to walk away as they snapped their fingers once more to have the daggers light on fire.. "Besides, I have other business to tend to. Need I remind you, time waits for no one and currently, it is continuing as the spider grows closer."

Ryder's eye widened as he heard a loud screech outside of the circus tent meaning that Missy was indeed close, and he was stuck with nothing to do. Cuckoo snapped their fingers once again before they left, first making the daggers throw themselves at Ryder, none of them missing as the circus caught on fire. Ryder started to panic, then pulling his wrists so that he could remove himself from the throwing board, but the restraints on him were far too strong.

"Come on, come on!" he told himself, watching as the fire spread around the circus to eventually reach the board he was on. He tried blowing air at it to make it go away, but he stopped once he heard another screech, this one being very much closer.

"Looks like I finally caught up to you. This was too easy, Cuckoo is such a darling.~"

Ryder turned his head to look to the side where the circus' fiery entrance was to see that Missy was standing in it, fire going on her but not really affecting her which made his panic and desperation grow. He continued to pull his wrists as fast as he could while Missy walked over to him.

"The itsy bitsy spider, climbed up the water drought.~"

"No, no, no! F-fuck off!" Ryder yelled out, crying out in pain as the ropes on him became tighter, but just maybe...

"Down came the rain and washed the spider out." Missy continued as her hands turned into large pincers that made Ryder's heart beat even more against his chest. He shut his eyes and bit into his lip, then pulling his left hand away as hard as he could, resulting in the rope to cut it off. Ryder ignored the pain and followed with his left leg as well, cutting off his foot before he reached over and bit into the rope holding his right hand and once freed he removed the one on his right foot.

"Oh dear, leaving so soon? How sad, I was really looking forward to having my way with you." Missy shrugged as she saw Ryder cough and crawl away, trying his best to avoid the flames everywhere. "I'll get you next time then."

"Next time!? What the hell do you mean!?"Ryder yelled out, still crawling away before he felt the floor shake once. He turned to look at Missy and saw that she stomped her foot, making a crack appear on the ground before it opened everything and once again Ryer fell through, flames still surrounding him.

"Oh dear, you...all right?" a loud voice said before it was followed by a snicker. Ryder glanced up as he groaned and noticed that he was in the center of a ring of fire, his cut limbs bleeding out.

"Which fucker...am I dealing with this time?"he questioned as he looked up into the darkness above, and two yellow orbs lit up.

"Fucker? Nice one, not too good with the insults, huh?"the voice added on, revealing the giant figure that was Vespers. " Look who got caught in the spider's web after everything."

"Look who's still a stupid and sad, little bug."

"Wow, that hurt."Vespers rolled his eyes while laying his head on his palm, then giving Ryder a smile. "Anyways, whatever could I do to you?"

"Leave me."

"Hmmm, I don't think so buster. How about...we have some fun, just like last time? Do you remember how that all went?" Vespers now said with a frown, standing straight before he lifted his hands and decreased the size of the circle of fire so that it was close enough to make Ryder sweat.

"What, are you going to burn me now? Please, all of you that connect to the D'Vitts are so damn sad!"Ryder exclaimed, but he shut up once a giant dagger landed right next to his head, and he looked at Vespers with his eye widened.

"Sure, let's go with that."Vespers furrowed his eyebrows, watching as Ryder attempted to crawl away once again but another dagger landed right in front of him. He went the opposite way and was met with yet another, all the while the flames around him grew even closer and taller.

"Keep it moving asshole, I want to see just how you try to get out of this one."Vespers continued, then having another dagger fall down. Although this time, it actually landed on Ryder's leg which was sliced off, making him grit his teeth to conceal a scream.

"Just….oh shit...let me out!"he demanded but received a shake of Vespers' head.

"Oh Ryder, I don't think that's how things go."Vespers said with a few 'tsks', then reaching down to grab Ryder's severed limb and held it in his palm, then closing it before blood dripped down from his hand and onto Ryder. "You hurt Cosmos so much, and that can't be forgiven."

Several daggers all fell and landed perfectly around Ryder, outlining his bleeding body before he felt his chest be pinched. He kicked the leg that he still had, attempting to kick Vespers' fingers that held him while also scratching at him, but Vespers brought him to face level.

"Let me show you how I felt when you ripped off my wings. But, since you have no wings, I'll let you know just how our niece felt when you decided to hurt her."

Vespers turned Ryder around and grabbed his arms, then pulling on them to see that the only things ripping were those. So, he dug his hands into his back and did not hesitated to immediately rip Ryder in half before allowing the pieces to fall into the pit of fire.

Ryder jolted up with wide eyes as he panted to himself, feeling his body wherever he could before sighing in relief. He peered down and smiled in relief, realizing that he was completely fine, his hands were there, his feet, his everything! Although, he then heard a little tune play which made him look up and see three pixelated hearts floating above him, and one of them turned black before disappearing which made him slam a fist against the ground.

"Fucking moth!" he yelled out, then standing up before another little tune sound, this one sounding happier, lively, and childish. He squinted his eyes and glanced around, finally catching sight of appeared to be a fair or carnival in the distance. Ryder rolled his eyes and turned around, knowing that going towards and in it was exactly what all those idiots wanted. So he began to walk in the opposite direction, but he stopped himself and squinted his eyes once again to look into the darkness. Soon, his eyes widened and he turned on his heel to dash away once he heard growls, running and saw Missy's purple eyes glaring at him as she ran towards him on all eight limbs. In seconds, he had reached the carnival's entrance and ran in without even looking back which thankfully lost Missy.

Ryder eventually slowed down and analyzed his surroundings, realizing that things weren't exactly bad if you were to exclude the mad spider running after him. He looked to his sides and noticed that there were several tents, carnival games, riders. Nothing harmful thankfully, and who he saw walking just a few feet away from him.

"Oh goodness, here already? Oh dear, oh dear, it appears that I don't have anything ready!" the sweet voice belonging to Ferry said as she held one of her cheeks worriedly, and Ryder mentally breathed in relief as he walked towards her.

"Oh no, oh dear, whatever will you do now?"Ryder mocked, watching as Ferry tapped a finger on her chin, pondering to herself.

"Oh, I don't know. I can't do anything like anybody else."she whispered while looking around. Her current state made her look like a little damsel who was in distress which made it even more satisfying for Ryder.

"But I can always try my very best."Ferry added on before her innocent expression disappeared and turned into a glare of utter death. Her hair turned jet black and the paint on her face dripped like blood right just as her clothes lost all traces of pastel and turned dark and gloomy. She raised her hands and Ryder felt the ground shake, so he looked down to see if crack open again. But rather than falling down like last time, he saw hands emerge from beneath and rip even more of the floor.

"How can someone so chipper make...this!?"he yelled as he saw that the hands all belonged to clowns that crawled out from the ground. Horrible, rotting, dead clowns to be more exact. Ryder turned around once again to run from them, but he gasped when he saw Missy again. He looked at the clowns, then at Missy, then at the clowns. The clowns were a much better choice if he was being honest.

Ryder ran towards them and regretted it once some of them clung onto him, biting and tearing wherever they could. He covered his face which only turned out with his arm braces being ripped off as his clothes were ripped, his hair messed up once again. He let out a loud yelp once he felt an intense sting of pain on his ankle, and he looked down to see one of the clowns biting into his ankle.

"Get the fuck off!"he shouted, kicking it off as he did not want to lose another ankle. Although, he struggled as one of the clowns jumped on his back and made him fall on his face, but he still managed to take the clowns off of him once he felt a strong sense of adrenaline run through him when he saw Missy getting close. He was able to rip some of their limbs off while kicking their heads off, and he crawled far and into a nearby tent where he lay down and let out a deep breath.

But then, he heard music again.

Ryder practically jumped up and looked around, noticing that the tent was nearly empty. The only things in it were him and...a giant box that had nice little paintings on it. The music came from the box for it had a large crank on its side which happened to be cranking itself, and that's when Ryder realized what kind of a box it was.

A jack in the box.

Ryder sucked in a breath and quietly gulped, watching as the box's crank continued to move around until the music stopped playing. With that, the crank came to a stop as well and sounded with a quick 'click', Ryder then jumping back when the box's lid opened and the sides all split opened as he heard the sound of a chainsaw revving.

]"You have got to be fucking kidding me." he breathed out as he looked into the crazed eyes of none other than Pepper, who had a demented smile as he held his chainsaw.

"You ready to play asshole!? I sure am!" Pepper excitedly exclaimed, then running towards Ryder and jumping up as he lifted the chainsaw high, unfortunately missing Ryder who had dodged to the side when Pepped landed down with the chainsaw digging through the floor.

"Hey! No running! Just playing!"Pepper angrily shouted, then revving the chainsaw again which made Ryder shake his head with wide eyes before running in the opposite direction. "Come back here you fucking rat!"

"No! Fuck off! Missy's going to get you if you follow me!"

"I don't give a damn! She'd rip your ass to pieces before she even tries to get me!"Pepper continued, jumping and slicing the air for Ryder had jumped and rolled over to the side. Pepper grit his teeth while his eyes matched his suit, and he ran towards Ryder again before successfully stabbed him in the abdomen with the chainsaw.

Ryder coughed up some blood and held onto Pepper's shoulders, trying to hold him back while Pepper attempted to push the chainsaw deeper into him which made more and more blood come out.

"You fucking...psycho!"Ryder spit on Pepper's face, which only made Pepper's glare deepen, and he placed his foot on Ryder's leg to push him and pull the chainsaw back.

"I'm not crazy! You are!" And just like that, Pepper swung the chainsaw once again and sliced off Ryder's head in a single movement. His body fell to its knees just as his head did so, rolling towards Pepper's boots who were already violently snapping their jaws. Though decapitated, Ryder was able to see how a shadow emerged from the boots and ripped up his remains to them eat him.

Ryder jolted up with wide eyes as he panted to himself, feeling his body wherever he could before sighing in relief. He peered down and smiled in relief, realizing that he was completely fine, his hands were there, his feet, his everything! Although, he then heard a little tune play which made him look up and see three pixelated hearts floating above him, and one of them turned black just like the first one before disappearing which made him slam a fist against the ground.

But then he stopped himself. He literally did exactly all that just moments ago when he was killed the first time, and now he was at one life. Ryder stood up and realized that he was surrounded by horses, fake ones. All beautifully decorated as they all appeared to be made out of porcelain and painted expensively which made him realize he was inside a carousel.

"Oh. You did die."

Ryder whipped his head around and felt his eyes glare into green ones. He could handle everything he had gone through, all the pain, torture, but not this.

"You...what the fuck are you doing here!?"

"I don't think that's any way to speak to a child."

"You're no child! You're a demon! A nuisance! A bother!" Ryder yelled out, storming through the horses as he grit his teeth at Ula who stood outside of it, staring at him apathetically. "I fucking killed you! I know I did!"

"And my mother and uncles killed Missy. What's your point?"Ula asked, blinking without a concern when Ryder was about to step out of the carousel. Although, a wall of thorny vines emerged from everywhere which made him step back with several cuts already.

"Don't even try. It's not gonna work. You get out till I say you do."Ula shrugged, snapping her tiny fingers which made the carousel begin moving while music played, and Ryder grabbed onto one of the moving horses to not fall. He walked through them again with a bit of difficulty while he tried to still reach Ula. Although once their eyes met again, Ula smiled and gave him a little wave, then conjuring up a small door from nowhere to open and crawl into it as if nothing.

"Fucking brat!"he hollered out, still holding the horses as he walked through them. He stepped out of the carousel again, but screamed when another wall of thorny vines appeared and sliced off his foot which made him fall back. Ryder looked around and grabbed onto whatever he could, realizing that as the carousel's music sped up, so did the carousel itself.

He quickly clung onto one of the poles and shut his eyes, already feeling nauseous but also...hot. Opening his eyes, he noticed that the carousel spinning ever so rapidly caused it to slowly catch on fire. Ryder covered his mouth but removed his hand, then reaching out as far as he could to the next pole, surprisingly reaching it as his arm nearly ripped off due to the fast carousel.

He pulled himself onto it, but did so too slowly which caused him to be sent flying through the horses. But finally, the carousel came to a complete and impactful stop which made him hit himself against some of the horses, breaking them in the process as he heard cracks. Ryder opened his eyes once again, groaning before everything beneath him fell, but he stayed on it to then hear a loud crash with everything breaking. Once again, he opened his eyes and noticed that the carousel was all broken and that he had landed somewhere else, hearing the same music that played at the carnival.

"Oh lookie, the so called king's arrived. Why don't you bring him out?" Ula's voice told, and Ryder cried out in pain when he saw the horses around him move and come to life, stomping all over him before dragging him out of all the debris before running off to different corners while leaving Ryder on the ground. He turned his head to the side, squinting his eyes yet again when he saw that he lay on checkered floor that never seemed to end. Sitting up, he saw a giant hand appear from what could be considered the end, and another one followed it to reveal that they belonged to Ula who leaned on her hand and smiled at him, completely smug.

"Your majesty, are you ready to play our game?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes cutey before she snapped her fingers to make giant chess pieces fall down from the sky and thump loudly on the black and white squares. "I'll be fair just this once. Your move."

"My move...my move..."Ryder whispered in a mocking tone, crawling over to the next white square near him before he rolled over to another, seeing how a random chess piece landed right where he had attempted to go.

"What a dumb move."

"Dumb move!? You're the cheating, little-"

"This is my game, so they're my rules!"Ula shouted, then slamming her fists on the floor which made everything shake violently. "Now hurry up!"

Ryder gave her a nasty look, then crawling over to the next available white square, rolling over once again when Ula made another piece land on it.

"I'm bored!"

"Then go do something useful you brat!"Ryder spat out, seeing that Ula furrowed her eyebrows even more. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a deck of cards, then throwing them over the chessboard which made them all stand and line up in the shape of a maze. Ula then pulled out another object, a purple chess piece which was obviously much more different than the rest, and she held it in her palm before the purple faded.

“Here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that." Ula stated with a smile, lowering down the chess piece which was easily just Missy who now stood a few feet away from Ryder. "Run."

Without any hesitation, Ryder did as he was told and limped away, trying to find ways through the maze of cards. He frantically panted and crashed against the cards, not being able to stand up very well due to his missing foot, but he was still making a good distance away from Missy. At least that's what he thought, considering how this whole maze was so damn confusing. He turned the corner but immediately fell back, a chess piece having fallen in front of him.

"Wrong way. Or is it the right way? I don't know."

"Shut your mouth you rascal!"

"So rude." Ula commented as she watched Ryder limp away, completely amused before she decided to make yet another chess piece block his path. "Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction."

Ryder looked up ahead, letting out a frustrated growl when signs appeared all of a sudden.

'Up.'

'Back.'

'Down.'

'Yonder.'

'This way.'

'Go back.'

'That way.'

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

The signs were all surrounding him and he looked around everywhere, forgetting where it was that he even came from. He heard Missy's screeches get closer just as her clawing and crawling, and he punched one of the cards in hopes that it would fall down. Surprisingly, it did, and the one behind it followed before, just like a domino effect, all of the cards fell down which left him surrounded by them all. Right when Ryder was about to cheer for himself, four chess pieces landed on the squares surrounding him.

"Oh look...the king's been captured."Ula placed a hand on her head dramatically, throwing herself over the floor. "Whatever will happen now? What will happen to the king?"

"You're going to take me the fuck out of here!"

"Hmmm, no."Ula answered, then leaning on her hand once again while she played with her hair. "The king's been surrounded, do you know what that means? Check. Mate."

Ryder shut his eyes and shrunk down ready for impact, but he opened his eyes to see that the pieces around him disappeared and there was yet another rumbling. He glanced around and turned, seeing that there was something in the distance, way too far off in the distance to see properly, and it was becoming bigger as it got closer.

"Just as knights have their steeds, and Alice has her bandersnatch..."Ula giggled out while Ryder's jaw dropped, and he turned to run as fast as he could. "I have Mana."

As Ryder limped away, a giant sized alien axolotl ran after him and for once, he didn't look happy. He had no big, curious eyes but instead ones that glared at the tiny Ryder. His big and friendly smile was gone as well, instead replaced with upset, completely angered, snapping jaws that were just eager to bite into Ryder. Eventually, Ryder tripped and fell over, but that did not stop him from hurriedly crawling away as best as he could.

What did stop him, was Mana biting his leg and dragging him backwards. Mana lifted Ryder and shook his head around which made Ryder swing everywhere, chewing and playing around just like he would with one of his toys. The alien axolotl shook him too hard which made Ryder fly off and land roughly on the ground, but Mana wasted no time and dashed over to him and bit into his foot again. One of his feet then stepped on Ryder's back and he pulled his head up which made Ryder's leg rip off once again.

Mana instantly gobbled down the leg, then biting off Ryder's remaining limbs in the same manner till he was merely a bloody torso with a head. Again.

With that, Mana opened his mouth widely, letting puddles of drool fall down right before Ryder blacked out again, Mana having eaten him.

Ryder jolted up with wide eyes as he panted to himself, feeling his body wherever he could before sighing in relief. He peered down and smiled in relief, realizing that he was completely fine, his hands were there, his feet, his everything! Although, he then heard a little tune play which made him look up and see three pixelated hearts floating above him, and one of them turned black just like the first two before disappearing which made him slam a fist against the ground.

But then he stopped himself. He literally did exactly all that just moments ago when he was killed the first time, and now he was at no lives! Wait...even that was repeated!

Ryder grumbled to himself and stood up as he found himself surrounded by water. It was just like when he first started this stupid little game. Darkness all around, shallow water, and nothing but…

"Lennie."

Ryder clenched his fists as he stared at the little clown who stood far from him. He stared at Ryder blankly as he held his hands behind his back.

"Ryder." Lennie responded, now frowning as Ryder stepped over towards him, ignoring all the water.

"Oh, Lennie, Lennie, Lennie! It is so good to see you."

"Is it now?"

"It sure is! Especially because I know how people are, they save the best for last, now don't they? If they consider you the best because of our little problem, then this must be the end."

"Well, you're right. This is it. Right behind me is the 'finish line' Cosmos told you about." Lennie informed him as he picked at his nails, and Ryder now stood in front of him. Lennie glanced up at him and Ryder glared down at him, both sharing an intense moment.

"Now, Lennie?"

"Yeah?"

"Move out of my way so I can get my trophy wife." Ryder demanded, now smirking while Lennie blinked once and gave a shrug. In seconds, Lennie had turned into water and disappeared into the one that they both stood on. Ryder cracked his knuckles before he followed with his neck, lifting a foot to walk and just as he was about to lift the other, he found himself a bit stuck. He glanced down and saw a small hand with black claws clawing into his ankle, right before Lennie emerged from the water with the deadliest of glares.

"Jelly's no trophy wife. She's my wife and if you want to get her, you go through me."he growled out and before Ryder was able to react, Lennie's hand turned into leeches that all clung onto Ryder's leg. Then, Lennie's arm followed along with his body, a complete plethora of leeches now clinging onto all of Ryder's body.

"Get off of me! You fucking leech, get off!"he started to shout, trying to remove the leeches, but it proved to be very impossible. Soon enough, Ryder screamed and dropped to his hands and knees, turning and slamming his back on the water hoping the leeches would come off. But they didn't, for instead, the leeches stung horribly. Everywhere they were, it burned and itched, so so badly Ryder could not describe the pain.

He violently grit his teeth, especially when he felt the leeches burrow themselves into his flesh after having drained out his blood. After consuming so much of it and making Ryder weaken greatly, they wanted flesh. Ryder crawled through the water, making it all splash everywhere before he finally dropped down as the leeches ate away. But then, they stopped.

The leeches finally dug themselves out landed in the water, swimming away from Ryder as he struggled to lift his head. He tried to keep his eyes open, watching the leeches all swim together and form a dark spot on the water which eventually turned into a shape, a shape that slowly started to emerge.

Ryder softly shook his head, fear coursing through his veins when he saw that the leeches did not turn back into Lennie, but they had instead formed something larger. The thing stood at six feet, appearing taller with Ryder on the water looking up at it. So many damn eyes, all so expressive and the teeth...the snout filled with teeth and a tongue of teeth.

"Please...I...I'll stop...I'll leave you and Jelly alone..."Ryder breathed out, but shut his eyes when the creature in front of him let out a loud roar. Ryder shook his head and rolled over to perhaps try and make a swim, a run, anything. But this proved to be a grave mistake because as soon as he looked up, the monster hovered above him with its large front claws which immediately came down and ripped at his chest.

The claws then went down again, scratching and clawing everywhere which made Ryder scream. Although what felt worse was when the monster made a giant gash at his stomach which poured out blood that flowed upwards if not into the water. The monster dug its claws into him, tearing out his insides and bringing them to its mouth, biting into them before throwing them around. Ryder raised a hand to defend himself, but dropped it when he coughed out even more blood and choked on it.

His vision began to blur completely as the monster continued grabbing everything inside him, eating a few pieces, discarding others. Ryder's vision went from wet and blurry, to blurry and red as the only thing he could see was his blood, right before it all went to black again.

GAME OVER ...?

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