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A year and a half before he was arrested in the Colorado Springs gay nightclub shooting that left five people dead, Anderson Lee Aldrich allegedly threatened his mother with a homemade bomb, forcing neighbors in surrounding homes to evacuate while the bomb squad and crisis negotiators talked him into surrendering.
Yet despite that scare, there's no public record that prosecutors moved forward with felony kidnapping and menacing charges against Aldrich, or that police or relatives tried to trigger Colorado's "red flag" law that would have allowed authorities to seize the weapons and ammo the man's mother says he had with him.
Gun control advocates say Aldrich's June 2021 threat is an example of a red flag law ignored, with potentially deadly consequences. While it's not clear the law could have prevented Saturday night's attack — such gun seizures can be in effect for as little as 14 days and be extended by a judge in six-month increments — they say it could have at least slowed Aldrich and raised his profile with law enforcement.
"We need heroes beforehand — parents, co-workers, friends who are seeing someone go down this path," said Colorado state Rep. Tom Sullivan, whose son was killed in the Aurora theater shooting and sponsored the state's red flag law passed in 2019. "This should have alerted them, put him on their radar."
But the law that allows guns to be removed from people deemed dangerous to themselves or others has seldom been used in the state, particularly in El Paso County, home to Colorado Springs, where the 22-year-old Aldrich allegedly went into Club Q with a long gun at just before midnight and opened fire before he was subdued by patrons.
An Associated Press analysis found Colorado has one of the lowest rates of red flag usage despite widespread gun ownership and several high-profile mass shootings.
Courts issued 151 gun surrender orders from when the law took effect in April 2019 through 2021, three surrender orders for every 100,000 adults in the state. That's a third of the ratio of orders issued for the 19 states and District of Columbia with surrender laws on their books.
El Paso County appears especially hostile to the law. It joined nearly 2,000 counties nationwide in declaring themselves "Second Amendment Sanctuaries" that protect the constitutional right to bear arms, passing a 2019 resolution that says the red flag law "infringes upon the inalienable rights of law-abiding citizens" by ordering police to "forcibly enter premises and seize a citizen's property with no evidence of a crime."
County Sheriff Bill Elder has said his office would wait for family members to ask a court for surrender orders and not petition for them on its own accord, unless there were "exigent circumstances" and "probable cause" of a crime.
El Paso County, with a population of 730,000, had 13 temporary firearm removals through the end of last year, four of which turned into longer ones of at least six months.
The county sheriff's office declined to answer what happened after Aldrich's arrest last year, including whether anyone asked to have his weapons removed. The press release issued by the sheriff's office at the time said no explosives were found but did not mention anything about whether any weapons were recovered.
Spokesperson Lt. Deborah Mynatt referred further questions about the case to the district attorney's office.
An online court records search did not turn up any formal charges filed against Aldrich in last year's case. And in an update on a story on the bomb threat, The Gazette newspaper of Colorado Springs reported that prosecutors did not pursue any charges in the case and that records were sealed.
The Gazette also reported Sunday that it got a call from Aldrich in August asking that it remove a story about the incident.
"There is absolutely nothing there, the case was dropped, and I'm asking you either remove or update the story," Aldrich said in a voice message to an editor. "The entire case was dismissed."
A spokesperson for the district attorney's office, Howard Black, declined to comment on whether any charges were pursued. He said the shooting investigation will also include a study of the bomb threat.
"There will be no additional information released at this time," Black said. "These are still investigative questions."
AP's study of 19 states and the District of Columbia with red flag laws on their books found they have been used about 15,000 times since 2020, less than 10 times for every 100,000 adults in each state. Experts called that woefully low and hardly enough to make a dent in gun killings.
Just this year, authorities in Highland Park, Illinois, were criticized for not trying to take guns away from the 21-year-old accused of a Fourth of July parade shooting that left seven dead. Police had been alerted about him in 2019 after he threatened to "kill everyone" in his home.
Duke University sociologist Jeffrey Swanson, an expert in red flag laws, said the Colorado Springs case could be yet another missed warning sign.
"This seems like a no brainer, if the mom knew he had guns," he said. "If you removed firearms from the situation, you could have had a different ending to the story."
#us politics#news#npr news#npr#Colorado#club q shooting#Anderson Lee Aldrich#red flag laws#gun violence#gun rights#gun control#felony kidnapping#menacing#bomb threat#Rep. Tom Sullivan#The Gazette#Second Amendment Sanctuaries#Sheriff Bill Elder#associated press#ap news#mass shootings#mass shooters
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Can we talk about how stupid spoiled rich kid’s plan is
Like okay you kidnap rain and use him to get to payu. You get payu to come to you and make him do whatever you say to humiliate him and you know he’ll do it because otherwise you’ll hurt rain
Cool. Great.
What happens after
You humiliate payu and get him to kneel before you. Beat him to a pulp. Are going to kill him? And then kill rain because he’s a witness? Are you going to let them go and risk them going to the police? Or payu telling his very powerful and dangerous friends (Which is also literally what happens)?
This man is so dumb. And has clearly never faced consequences for his actions if he thinks he can just casually commit a couple of felonies
#is kidnapping a felony in Thailand#I think it is#but anyway#spoiled rich kid is stupid who would’ve thought#love in the air#love in the air the series
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WHEN YOU SEE THIS ASK KNOW THAT I SOLVED ONE ROTATION QUESTION I WAS STUCK ON FOR THE LAST 20 MINS AND IM SHAKING RN
I AM SO SO SOOOOOO PROOUUDDD OF YOUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!
But mujhe yeh nhi samajh aa rha tujhe AB rotation ka Q kyu solve karna tha?? Tere exams khatam nhi hue kyaa?? *cries*
#Literally people this little insaan puts herself in so much stress#it makes me wanna commit a felony#like tu ek baar aur khud ko stress kar and me apni agli trip pe tujhe kidnap kar ke le jaungi#<3#gf tag
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FUCK Gwinnett County Republican district attorney for 3 decades Danny Porter.
#FELONY#tw assault#simple assault#tw drugging#daterape#kidnapping#attempted murder#victim blaming#facial disfigurement#scapegoat#murder#tw torture#hate crimes#accessory after the fact#aiding and abetting#harboring a felon#republicans are domestic terrorists#republicans#hate groups#white privilege
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Tumblr Folklore Stories/Blogs Directory/Masterlist
There are so many great Tumblr Blog stories here! But things are best when organized!
Here you are! I’m going to use Tumblr Blaze in a couple weeks to spread this to everyone, but if all of you can reblog this to everyone you know, we can spread the joys of Tumblr to EVERYONE!
Credit to https://www.tumblr.com/dannnnnnnnnnnnex/700073427344736256/love-how-tumblr-has-its-own-folk-stories-yeah-the
The God of Arepo (graphic novel 1 / 2 / 3) (ebook)
The Monster of Sentan
The Witch’s Cat
Raise Both Children
Stabby the Roomba (honorable mention)
Cinderella Marries the Prince (comic)
My Arch Nemesis Cynthia
Pirates and Mermaid
Eindred and the Witch
The Demon King
The Cornerwitch
Grandmother Beetroot
Apocalypse Daycare Worker
Grandmother Accidentally Summons a Demon
New Year Saga
A Story About Changelings
Ranger in the King’s Forest
The Difference Between a Hare and a Rabbit
Goblin Men (Canines)
Faceblind Prince Charming and Cinderella
The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship
The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed
Doctors Without Borders
The Queen with Three Cursed Children
25. Tiny Dragon with one coin hoard
26. Haunted house
27. Shark hero was about to go rogue
28. Grandma lives in the woods comic
29. A Different Aftermath comic
30. Battery (microstory but I love it so much)
31. It’s A Date comic
32. Supervillian kidnaps rival’s kid and they want to stay
33. Narrative Town
34. I have been hired to clean the wizard tower comic
35. Robot Apocalypse
36. The Statues That Do Not Weather
37. Kushiel
38. Tooth Fairy
39. Alien abduction
40. Felonious wish-granting
41. When humans met actual space orcs
42. Space cousins
Well, now they’re categorized.
https://www.tumblr.com/inkvoices/700033965299531776/love-how-tumblr-has-its-own-folk-stories-yeah-the
https://www.tumblr.com/lightningladybug/699931426130444288/love-how-tumblr-has-its-own-folk-stories-yeah-the
https://www.tumblr.com/blitzlowin/699840636252225536/love-how-tumblr-has-its-own-folk-stories-yeah-the
Also, this is a RWBY-positivity BLOG, so please watch RWBY
#tumblr folklore#tumblr stories#tumblr#tumblr blaze#tumblr prompts#tumblr fics#tumblr folk tales#tumblr folk stories#tumblr directory#tumblr masterlist#tumblr master list#iamafanofcartoons
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(5) Idaho's first 'abortion trafficking' arrest
Last week, an Idaho teenager and his mother were arrested for bringing the teen’s girlfriend out-of-state for an abortion. The pair were charged with multiple felonies, including second degree kidnapping, for taking a minor under 16 years-old “with the intent to keep or conceal [her] from her custodial parent...by transporting the child out of the state for the purpose of obtaining an abortion.”
The 15 year-old, identified in court records as K.B., was living in Pocatello with her 18 year-old boyfriend Kaydn* and his mother, Rachael, when she became pregnant. In May, they brought her to Oregon, where K.B. received abortion medication. Idaho’s ‘abortion trafficking’ law went into effect that same month.
The investigation into the mother and son began shortly after K.B.’s mother reported to police that her daughter had been sexually assaulted. Though K.B. became sexually active when Kaydn was 17 years-old, he turned 18 during the course of their relationship; so in addition to the kidnapping charge, court documents show that he’s also been charged with rape and sexual exploitation of a child.
During this conversation with law enforcement, K.B.’s mother also reported that her daughter had been taken to Oregon for an abortion without parental permission. This sparked a far-reaching investigation that included accessing geolocation data to place the teenager at a Planned Parenthood clinic in Bend, and tracking her movement with Kaydn and Rachael from Idaho to Oregon. (A search warrant, for example, shows that law enforcement accessed the phones of all three, and found that they were pinging cell towers in the area of the clinic.)
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the guy in oregon who is on the run after abducting and torturing a woman HAD DONE THAT SHIT PREVIOUSLY TO A GIRLFRIEND, he kidnapped her and tortured her for two weeks in 2019, and got a bunch of felony charges, but got a plea deal, which brought it down to a misdemeanor and got out of prison in 2021, most of his prison time having been done while awaiting trial. and then as soon as he gets out, he finds another woman to abduct and torture!! he also had 2017 charged for domestic battery and strangulation, but received little punishment for that.
that poor woman in hospital, near death, is there because once again, men don't give a shit about domestic violence and violence against women.
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Bound / Gagged starters
"You won't get away with this, [name]!"
"Why don't you just let me go? This won't end well for you."
"Tying me up won't change the fact that you're the bad guy here."
"If you think this will stop me, you're mistaken."
"You enjoy playing the villain, but you're just tying yourself into a corner."
"This is temporary. I'll be free, and you'll be facing justice."
"You really think ropes can hold me? You underestimate me, [name]."
"You've made a big mistake, and you'll regret it."
"Is this the best you can do, [name]? I expected more from a 'mastermind'."
"You may have tied my hands, but you can't control my mind."
"You know, kidnapping is a felony. You might want to rethink your life choices."
"This is just a setback. I'll find a way out, and you'll be sorry."
"Think tying me up will break my spirit? You're in for a surprise."
"You have no idea who you're dealing with. I won't be restrained for long."
"How about we settle this without resorting to ropes and gags?"
"If you wanted information, all you had to do was ask. This won't end well for you."
"You're not the first to try this, and you won't be the last to fail."
"This won't change anything. I won't be silent, and I won't be defeated."
"Your knots are pathetic. I could escape with my eyes closed."
"This may hold me physically, but you can't imprison my will."
[STRUGGLE] The sender fiercely struggles against their bindings, determined to break free.
[TWIST] The sender twists their hands, attempting to loosen the knots around them.
[GLARE] Despite being tied up, the sender shoots the receiver a defiant glare.
[GRIMACE] The ropes are tight, causing the sender to grimace in pain.
[SNIFFLE] In a moment of vulnerability, the bound sender lets out a quiet sniffle, trying to hold back tears.
[EXAMINE] The sender examines the receiver's restraints, searching for any weaknesses in the binding.
[PROTEST] Muffled through the gag, the sender protests against the captivity with fervor.
[DISTRACT] Spotting a nearby object, the sender attempts to use it to distract the receiver or loosen the ties.
[STRATEGY] In a hushed tone, the sender outlines a quiet strategy for escaping the restraints.
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the thing that fascinates me abt mistynat is like. nat shoulders the things misty does like its absolutely normal, like she should not be surprised bc its fucking misty quigley and you teamed up with her so why complain. nat so far is a pretty level headed individual, yet with misty she's like you fucked up my car to go on a road trip with me for 3 hours...shrugs, sure yeah but jerky, really? misty kicks down her door snorts $300 worth of coke in the name of friendship and nats understandably pissed like u are literally insane misty, a fucking owl camera??? yet nat is the one who apologises knocks on her door saying PLEASE please help me hide a dead body also you look so sexy today. this is not even mentioning nat being genuinely impressed at mistys ability to steal from her place of work which is like, several felonies in of itself. this is framed as completely normal friendship btw and misty cries at the idea of nat leaving her willingly and is elated when oh its okay she doesnt hate me, she just was kidnapped, i stay silly :3
#jas rambles#yellow jackets#mistynat#natalie scatorccio#misty quigley#to me they are co-dependent weirdos who definitely should not do anything romantic except maybe kill for the other#normal show for normal people
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Bloodstained Rubies - Chapter 1 - Snare
Not sure if I’m going to cross post here as well, but I’ll post the first chapter… in case I only continue it on AO3, this is the link
Chapter II
I do not condone this behaviour in real life. This is fictional. Please take care, read the warnings and avoid if you think this content may be triggering to you.
Warnings: Yandere Chrollo, Stalking, Kidnapping, Obssessive Love, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Drugging, Breaking and entering (Chrollo out here committing all the felonies)
Word Count: 5k
The rain had seeped into the cracks of the cobbled alleyway, rendering the stone slippery, dampening the aged brick walls caging the narrow passage, darkening the view even more. Straining eyes could only make out bulbous orange glows of faraway street lights, legs numbed from the cold autumnal air and unrelenting rainfall toiling to keep a rapid pace and avoid slipping on the damp stones.
Slowing down was not an option. Neither was turning back and choosing a different path. Over the sound of the roaring rain, soft footsteps could be heard, not too far away. Growing closer. Or perhaps it was a mere figment of an imagination much too vivid and active, and the danger was only the product of a life of warnings and cautionary tales. Like a monster under the bed.
Thirty steps. Thirty steps to the safety of the main street. Breath puffing in clouds of haze, raindrops adorning lashes, hair sticking to the skin, knees weak and unsteady.
Twenty.
It was closer now. Almost real.
Ten.
Almost tangible, close enough that the alleyway seemed to lengthen, dilating, making the main road impossible to reach. One slip on the damp cobblestones could spell demise.
Five.
The light was closer. People could be seen walking through the street, carrying umbrellas or hurrying through the rain. Safety.
One.
You inhaled sharply, your heart thundering in your ribcage, the sounds of the bustling street filling your ears, enveloping your heaving chest in relief. People walked by you, and you blended with the crowd, heading to the station. You had walked that alleyway a thousand times, and you’d never felt that dread, that feeling of being hunted. Targeted. Your bones had turned into ice in your body.
You had never been particularly impressionable, but in the last couple of weeks, you’d felt watched. But when you turned towards the alleyway, your eyes wandering around the street behind you, there was no one. You shook off the horrible feeling in your gut that told you to run and hide, and sought refuge in the warm underground station, tapping your phone at the gates and descending the stairs. No one was behind you. No one was out to get you. You were safe. You were going to go home and make yourself a cup of tea before you went to bed early.
You got on the train, sitting in a fairly crowded carriage, taking out Pride and Prejudice from your bag and resuming from where you had left off that morning. It was one of your favourite books, and you had read it dozens of times, but you still got some nostalgia for it from time to time.
The minutes passed, and you forgot all about your gut feeling in the alleyway, your mind immersed in the world of Elizabeth Bennett and her witty quips that always made you smile. She almost made you lose track of the stops, but luckily, you heard the announcement and stood up, hastily putting the bookmark at the page you had reached and hurrying to the platform.
Luckily, you lived a mere two minutes from the station, in the outskirts of the city, where trains could be heard even with the windows shut and the curtains drawn, but at least, you could afford your own place. It wasn’t all that bad, truly. It was a small house, reminiscent of a cottage with its brick walls and small rooms, and its low ceilings. It was cosy, covered with plants and books, it even had a small fireplace that was your pride and joy. You’d filled it with pillows, blankets and trinkets that had caught your eye in thrift shops and fair markets. You locked the door behind you, taking off your drenched coat and your damp boots, hating the feeling of wet socks clinging to your feet. You took them off too, deciding to have a hot shower before bed.
You had finished late at work, to the point where your boss had offered to get you some dinner, and you had gladly accepted, blinking your tired eyes at the computer screen to stay awake.
You were overworked and underpaid, but you needed that job desperately, and therefore, you made it a habit to gamble more unpaid hours for a more stable future. With the hope that one day, your hard work would pay off, and you’d get a promotion. So far, you’d been unsuccessful.
However, the week was now done, and you prepared yourself for a free day of peace. Saturdays were your favourite days. You usually tried to get up before nine, so that you could make the most of them. You made pancakes, went for a walk to the park next to your house, bought lunch at the quaint brunch stall by the lake and on good days, you ate under the weeping willow on the shore, basking in the sight of the tree branches swaying on the surface of the water, the water lilies crowding the shore and the sunlight reflecting on the lake. After that, you headed to the library in the city centre, where you would have spent all day if you could. You usually visited the market before you went home, and then, you would watch a film and head to bed later than usual. Sundays were your cleaning days usually, unless you wanted to meet up with a friend or needed to run errands.
You had no idea that Saturday would be the last chance for you to experience all those things.
The library was quiet that day, even though the rain had continued to pour down the city since Friday morning and people usually flocked there or to the museums and cinemas when it was gloomy outside. In your opinion, it was the best time to be at the library: the big, arched windows of the upper floor offered a scenic view of the storm brewing outside, and the warmth of the orange lights and the mahogany bookshelves of the antique library made you feel cosy. You were sitting on a plush green armchair, your favourite spot in the corner of the upper floor, right by the window and the classics section. Something about the smell of the old books that were gathered there offered you comfort.
‘Excuse me, miss’ you heard a soft, masculine voice say, timbre smooth and rich. You lifted your eyes from your book, looking at the man in front of you. Your stomach dropped for a second, and you swallowed, trying not to stare. He was around your age, perhaps a few years older, and the most attractive man you had ever seen in your life. His lean, tall build was highlighted by smart black trousers, a simple maroon jumper and a long, black coat. Round, slightly upturned grey eyes sat in a face of sharp cheekbones, angular jaw, delicate and yet masculine nose and well-defined lips stretched into a slight smile. He was wearing an odd bandana of sorts on his forehead, but it did nothing to dampen his looks. Shoulder-length black hair fell in unruly strands around his neck and shorter bangs that covered parts of his forehead, and round turquoise earrings shone on his ears, the bright hues contrasting against the beautiful dark hair.
‘Uhm- yes?’ you murmured, righting your posture a little under his gaze.
‘I was wondering if you dropped this bracelet by any chance’ he said, lifting a hand, your gold bracelet dangling from his tapered, willowy fingers. You glanced at your wrist, clearing your throat.
‘Yeah- yes, thank you, that’s mine’ you said, holding the book with one hand and lifting yourself up, extending your hand. Instead of giving it to you, he held your hand and wrapped it around your wrist, clasping it and giving you a smile. Your breath threatened to falter, and you were almost hypnotised by him as he gave one last stroke to the back of your hand before he let it go.
‘There. Should be safe from slipping now’ he said, and you noticed he was holding a book in his hand. The Picture of Dorian Gray, one of your favourite books. So not only was he handsome, he also had good taste.
‘Thank you’ you said again, smiling at him. He nodded.
‘I’m Chrollo’ he said, extending a hand. You shook it, giving him your name in return, and he said it himself, as though he was weighing it on his tongue. It sounded good in his voice. Soft, like a gentle caress on your spine. It made shivers run down your spine.
‘I’ve never seen you here before’ you said conversationally, hoping your social skills hadn’t been too hindered by your nervousness around someone so attractive and charming speaking to you.
‘This is my first time visiting this library, actually. I have only recently moved here, and I happened to walk by and see this building, and I had to visit it. It is truly beautiful here. A very pleasant place to read in peace’ he said, and you nodded along. He was so like you, you thought the same of this library. It was your special place in this city.
‘I feel the same way. I come here every Saturday, just to escape the daily life for a while. How are you finding the city? Are you here for work?’ you asked, finding yourself drawn to that stranger for some reason. There was something fascinating about him, something enigmatic. Or perhaps it was just the way his grey eyes seemed so intense, as though he could read your mind. He was like a lead character in a book.
‘I am. The city centre is quite beautiful architecturally, but I haven’t had the chance to partake in much sightseeing’ he said, ‘and you? Why are you here? Work, or is this the city you grew up in?’
‘No, I grew up in a very small town you probably never heard of. A boring place. I came here to find some work a couple of years ago’ you said, hoping that before the conversation ended, you could get his number. You hadn’t been in the dating scene for a while, and though you were busy, this stranger was just too intriguing. He seemed so intelligent, soft-spoken and genuinely interested in you.
‘I see. I’m afraid I must take my leave now. Allow me to buy you a coffee before that’ he said, putting down the book in a basket by the banister. Your stomach felt warm, and you chuckled nervously, finding it hard to keep eye contact when he was staring at you so intently.
‘Oh, no, you’ve already found my bracelet, I wouldn’t want to keep you. Besides, the prices here are outrageous’ you stammered. Did he like you? Was he truly... flirting with you? This was more like a scene out of a romance book rather than real life.
‘Please, I insist’ he smiled, and you could not say no.
‘Oh, well... thank you. That’s really kind of you’ you said, following him towards the stairs. Chrollo’s eyes softened, and he shook his head.
‘It’s my pleasure’ he only said, smoothly, nonchalantly, as he started to descend the stairs, with you following close.
The cafeteria was placed near the entrance, and you had always deemed it too expensive as a treat. But Chrollo did not even have a change in expression as his eyes followed the menu on the chalkboard on the wall.
‘What would you like?’ he asked, and you eyed the drinks and the corresponding prices, gaze trailing to seek the cheapest one.
‘Uhm... just a coffee would be fine, thank you’ you said hesitantly. He let out a soft sigh.
‘I would not offer it to you if I could not afford it. What would you really like?’ he asked, a sly smirk on his face. Your cheeks felt hot, and you smoothed the front of your jumper in an attempt to calm the embarrassment of him calling you out.
‘A chai latte, please’ you murmured, and he nodded, seemingly pleased as he made his way to the till and took out a black leather wallet from the pocket of his coat. When he came back, he was holding your drink along with his. From the smell, it was black coffee. Quite in tune with his gothic appearance.
‘Thank you, Chrollo’ you smiled at him, holding the cup with both hands when he handed it to you, warming your cold fingers.
‘It was a pleasure to talk to you. I hope to see you again soon’ he said, standing closer to you, his fingers reaching to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t realise you were holding your breath until he stepped away.
‘Me too’ you murmured, earning another slight smile from him as he walked away, sipping his coffee and disappearing behind the corner that led to the exit.
You smiled, fingertips reaching to your cheek, the skin feeling warm where he had touched you.
You found you could not wait until the next Saturday, hoping he would remember that you’d said you’d be there and visit the library again.
Your Sunday was spent running errands, getting a haircut, visiting your friend who was in the hospital following a fall from the stairs that had resulted in two broken legs and a concussion. He was quite optimistic despite saying that he had had no idea how he’d fallen, that he’d just felt pain on his nape and then he had lost consciousness. When he’d woken up, his legs were horribly broken and bent as he had fallen from a flight of stairs.
You’d just seen him the day of the accident in the morning, and he had seemed fine, not dizzy or anything. Although he’d been reminiscing about a crush he’d had on you years ago, which to you was odd, as you had had no idea he had ever liked you.
Nevertheless, the doctors had said he’d been lucky to survive because his head trauma was nothing short of dangerous. You were just glad he was in good spirits and looking forward to getting better.
You smiled slightly, turning the keys to your door and stepping in, holding the letters you hadn’t yet opened as you walked into the living room.
The first one was your electricity bill, the second one a useless letter of invite to a neighbourhood church meeting-
‘Hello, darling’
You let out a scream, your heart skipping a beat as you spun around, the letters falling to the ground, and your terrified eyes set on the man who was lounging on your sofa, sipping a cup of tea from your favourite mug.
Chrollo.
It was Chrollo. The guy whom you’d met the day before. The kind, handsome man who’d found your bracelet and offered to buy you a coffee.
‘W-what are you doing here? How do you know where I live? How did you get in?’ you stuttered, taking a trembling step back. He took another sip, setting your mug down.
‘I came to visit you. You have a very flimsy lock, it’s very unsafe’ he said calmly, as though his words were not completely insane. He’d broken into your house? Was he- a stalker? The presence you’d felt in the alleyway… was that him?
You felt nausea coil in your gut, making your head spin with fear and horror.
Another step back. His eyes were on you. Calm, unfazed. He was smiling slightly, as though amused. But he was sitting, and you were less than ten feet away from the door. But it was locked. You needed time. At least a few seconds of advantage.
Your phone. You would call the police whilst you talked to him. But your phone was in the hallway. Not with you.
‘Chrollo- please go away’ you tried pleadingly, hoping it would make him spare you. It did not.
‘There is no need to worry. I won’t hurt you, darling’ he said, voice soft and sweet. You shivered, and when you saw he was taking another sip of his coffee, you bolted to the door.
Your fingers had barely managed to graze the keys when he appeared in front of you, blocking the door, clucking his tongue against his teeth. How had he managed to get there so quickly? What was he going to do to you?
The kitchen. You needed to get to the back door. Maybe grab a knife and stab him.
‘Now, now, this would be much easier if you just listened’ he said, but you did not wait for him to grab you. You made a beeline for the kitchen, and you had almost reached the handle when he once again appeared in front of you. You flinched, stumbling back, spinning to the counter and grabbing a large knife. Chrollo let out a soft laugh.
‘Oh, darling. I admire your efforts, but that won’t help you. Put it down’ he said easily, one hand in his pocket as he approached you. You swallowed heavily, cold sweat clinging to your spine as your fingers tightened around the handle until you thought you could feel welts stinging your skin.
You could hear the hammering of your heart in your ears, the heavy sound of your panting.
When he took another step, you swung at his stomach. Your wrist was caught in an iron grip, and you hissed in pain, your fingers loosening instinctively until the knife clattered to the ground.
Your eyes burnt with tears, and you tried to punch him, which only resulted in your other hand being caught. Thrashing wildly, like a caged animal, you kicked and pulled to no avail.
Chrollo was too strong. Inhumanly so. He was like a brick wall, completely unfazed by your attempts at escaping or hitting him.
‘Let me go! Let me go!’ you screamed your lungs out, until one of his hands lifted to cover your mouth and he pushed you against the wall, trapping you against it.
‘Shh, shh. You are being such a brat, my love. This is all futile, can’t you see? Where’s the sweet girl I met yesterday? The one who could not stop blushing and smiling at me?’ he asked against your ear, pushing his body more into you. Your eyes widened as you felt a hard bulge against your backside.
No. No, no, no. This could not be happening. Not to you. Not here. This was your safe haven. Your home.
You screamed, sounds muffled by his hand, and he let out a sigh.
‘You have nothing to fear. I don’t plan on acting on my desires as of yet. However, your defiance is starting to irritate me. I’m going to have to take more drastic measures’ he said, and you felt his hand leave your mouth briefly and return pushing a cloth to your mouth and nose. Your heartbeat shot up as panic gripped your stomach, and you held your breath, kicking and thrashing, unable to get him off you until you had to breathe in that sweet-smelling scent. He held it there for a few seconds, and your head immediately started spinning, your ears starting to ring.
‘I’m truly sorry to have to do this, darling. If you’d been compliant, I wouldn’t have had to knock you unconscious’ he said, and your legs wobbled when he pulled it away, to the point where they could not hold your weight and you slumped to the ground. He caught you, holding you against him, and even though you tried to fight back, to push him away, your body was limp and it would not do what you wanted it to.
‘What… did you give me?’ you breathed, vision blurry, your body completely numb. He pushed away the strands of hair from your face, stroking your cheek.
‘Shh. Just an incapacitating agent. This will make you sleep for a few hours. Close your eyes, my love. You must be so tired after all that screaming and thrashing. You can rest now, I’ll watch over you’ he said gently, and you blinked slowly, trying to see him through the dark splotches in your field of view, trying to curse him, to beg him to leave, but your mouth would not move anymore. Soon, the darkness pulled you in and made you its prisoner.
Chrollo smiled, stroking your soft hair, tracing the skin of your jaw and lips. He hadn’t been able to hold himself any longer after having made contact with you. He’d first seen you a month earlier, in that picturesque library where you were curled on a green armchair, completely spellbound as you read Pride and Prejudice in front of an arched window. He had been entranced from the first moment he’d seen you. It wasn’t just your appearance, though he was convinced there was no woman more beautiful than you were, but your mannerisms, your soft smiles as you read specific lines, the way your eyebrows furrowed when you were concentrating, the natural innocence that radiated from you, that had been what had truly ensnared him. That moment, he’d decided that he needed to know everything about you, from your hobbies to your favourite colour to your life story.
He had never fallen in love, but the feeling that had bloomed in his cold heart must have been love: it was desperate, all-consuming, and yet so gentle and calming. It burnt and soothed his soul at the same time. Images of you plagued his every second, and he could think of nothing but to have you all to himself. Why should the world be allowed to benefit from your presence? Why should people be allowed to leer at you, desire you, want you for themselves? He wanted all of you to be consumed by him just as every part of him was consumed by you. He did not want to share your affection with anyone else.
He had followed you home many times, making sure you were safe. After all, you didn’t even know how to use Nen. You were so delicate, like turquoise and amber gemstones. So beautiful, yet so easily broken. With his new love for you came a heart-wrenching fear of losing you: in a world like that, you could never protect yourself. Only he could offer you enough safety.
Despite being a normal civilian, your intuition and gut feeling was impressive. Sometimes, he had to rely on Zetsu in order to avoid being sensed by you. You had a keen sense of danger. Not that it would help you.
Your house was little, much too inadequate and meagre for someone who deserved the most beautiful things the world had to offer. But you would not have to live in this dingy neighbourhood, with the train tracks so close to your windows, for much longer. Despite the grimy neighbourhood, your cottage was cosy. Decorated with everything that made up your lovely personality, Chrollo had felt his chest swell with warmth as he walked silently around the living room the first time he’d broken in, examining your collection of books, seeing which ones were more tattered, lines on the spines of cheap copies. You deserved the feel of an antique book in your hands, not one of those second-rate editions. He could tell from the décor how much you loved this place. He would make sure you had plants, a fireplace, paintings and books and whatever else your heart desired.
All the treasures in the world had been made for you, he’d decided. And he’d steal them all. Then, he had wandered to the small bedroom connected to the living room. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, he could see your sleeping form curled under the blankets, lips parted and breath steady and heavy. You looked so beautiful, so peaceful. He had the urge to slip the blanket off you, hold you to him, bury his face in your hair. But he didn’t. Not when he could not see your reaction. He wanted you to be awake, wanted you to want him to do all those things.
Temptation had taken him as far as stroking your hair, bending his head to press his lips against the top of your head. The scent of it, so sweet and reminiscent of a spring meadow, had almost made him groan.
He had visited you at night more often, and every time, he would dream of you afterwards, always waking up burning with desire. He needed you. Needed you all to himself. And so he resorted to doing what he did best: steal you.
He knew your patterns well after a few weeks: you worked a contemptible job undeserving of you Monday to Friday, and often stayed late, to the point where you would have to walk back to the station in the dark through dingy alleyways. It was completely and utterly unacceptable. On Saturdays, you walked through the park near your house and then went to the library in the city centre. On Sundays, you stayed home. Before he stole you, though, he wanted to speak to you.
The Sunday he had planned to meet you as you went about your errands, he had seen you visit a man you seemed friendly with. You had gone for lunch with him, laughed at his inane jokes, smiled at him. Chrollo had gotten closer to overhear the conversation, finding out that the swine was infatuated with you. Jealousy he had never felt in his life had burnt hot and bitter in the pit of his stomach, and he had barely been able to restrain the urge to kill him there and then.
But he couldn’t, not in front of you. You were too precious and sweet to bear such a sight. And he would need to make it painful, as punishment for the crime committed. He also did not like the idea of you shedding tears for that moron. No, he would have to kill him after he stole you. It would not do for you to weep for him, be consumed with thoughts about him, when Chrollo wanted him to disappear from the face of the Earth. It did not mean he couldn’t inflict pain on him in the meantime, though.
So that was what he had done. It was a meagre consolation, mere crumbs of reprieve for his resentment, but at the very least, he had had the pleasure of seeing him fall on his legs in the worst way. The worst possible fractures would be there, possibly incredibly painful and inoperable. He hoped the hit to his head had not made him a vegetable. He wanted him cognisant and receptive when he returned to visit him.
Because of the little mishap, he hadn’t been able to steal you on that Sunday and had had to wait one more week, which had only fuelled his bitterness for your acquaintance. However, it had also given him the possibility of meeting you at the library on the following Saturday. And God, you were truly delightful. Sweet and shy, kind and trusting. He had had to leave, or he would have stolen you right there and then. He could see you liked him, his touch. You had been keen to have more. And he would be delighted to grant your wishes.
Which was why he had chosen the next day to wait for you at your house. And now, he finally had you in his arms, though you had been a little recalcitrant. It had saddened him to have to render you unconscious, and the fact that you had seemed so frightened despite him reassuring you he had no intention of harming you was deeply displeasing. Still, he would be a liar if he denied that your fervour and defiance hadn’t tempted him, too. You had just been thrashing in his arms, rubbing against his body in the most sinful ways, and he had only wanted to have you at that very moment. But it would not do. You had been too scared and taken aback to enjoy the encounter, and he planned to make it unforgettable for the both of you.
So he had merely resorted to knocking you unconscious so you would stop causing a commotion.
He picked you up gently, lowering you on the sofa whilst he went to see if there was anything he needed to take with him. He could get you more clothes, ones that would look perfect on you. But he still got you a few handpicked garments for the time being, including your prettiest lingerie, which was utterly ravishing. He could hardly wait to see it on you and tear it off your body.
Your perfume was on the dresser, and he happened to have developed quite a liking for it. It wasn’t as expensive as something he could have gotten for you, but he could find a substitute for it that resembled its scent in the future. For now, he put it in the bag he’d taken with him. None of your books were of any significance, he had memorised the ones you liked the most and planned to get you antiques of those. Jewellery was also not an issue. He could get you so much better. Rubies or emeralds would look stunning on you, he thought. He got your passport, wallet and phone, just to throw off the police, and closed the bag. He put the knife you’d tried to use on him back in the holder and exited the house, putting the bag in the trunk of his car and going back to get you. You were still unconscious, sprawled on the sofa, and he checked once again that no signs of struggle could be seen before he picked you up, took the keys from the dresser next to the front door and closed the door behind him.
He lowered you on the backseat, closing the door and letting out a sigh as he walked to the front and locked the doors before he drove away. You were finally his.
Chapter II
#chrollo#chrollo lucilfer#hxh chrollo#yandere chrollo#yandere chrollo x reader#chrollo x reader#yandere chrollo lucilfer#chrollo x you#chrollo x y/n#yandere chrollo x you#chrollo smut#yandere chrollo smut
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Anyone reposting DementiaDon post of President tied up in the back of a pickup truck could be charged with a Felony
"Threatening the president of the United States is a federal felony under United States Code Title 18, Section 871. It consists of knowingly and willfully mailing or otherwise making "any threat to take the life of, to kidnap, or to inflict great bodily harm upon the president of the United States"."
#democrats#republicans#donald trump#trumpchumps#ivanka trump#doj#scotus#department of justice#president joe biden#vp kamala harris#ali velshi
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Dream used to think his stalker/having a stalker was really great - he/they would (somehow) break into his penthouse apartment and leave him gifts, filling the apartment with the after-image of his/their scent as well.......Dream loved that smell!
Hob's love is beautiful and should be surrounded and covered in Hob's scent; protected from those dangerous things that go bump in the night........not unlike Hob.
The gifts were sweet, but menacing, in a way that made Dream feel cherished and protected - Dream is the first to admit he's weird. He very much liked the attention. But because he was so used to the wanted/desired felony breaking and entering (plus the little bit of weird sex stuff 🤏🏽) on the reg, he missed Burgess's goons break in to kidnap him. Dream is less fond of his happy complacency now that he is naked and in a cage in a basement.
¡*gRowL* GROWL! Mate is missing; Mate is Taken; MATE IS HURT. GROWL
Dream isn't really sure how long he's been down here - long enough for Burgess to make threats about no one caring Dream was gone, but not so long that Burgess got to the point!
When the commotion started upstairs, Dream didn't hear it, he was in a basement; when the screaming started......Dream heard that. When bloody bodies broke through the door, piling at the bottom of the basement steps........Dream saw that.
When the giant, blood-covered, wolf strolls down the stairs dragging Burgess's twitching body, stepping dismissively over the bodies at the bottom of the stairs, Dream is shocked; when the wolf drops Burgess's body from between its teeth, sits on its haunches and stares, Dream is (very) confused.
*growl* Mate
When the wolf does a little shake and transforms into a beautiful hirsute (blood-covered) man, Dream stares. As the man, opens Dream's cage, Dream can't take his eyes off him. The man practically crawls, into the cage, offering his hand to Dream, which he then proceeds to scent mark, while watching Dream from under his lashes.
Omg this is wild!!!! I love it!!!!! Dream getting lax in his security measures because he's enjoying being stalked is such a himbo moment, it's incredible.
Good thing his mate is possessive, and knows Dream’s scent well enough by now to easily track him down. Also a good thing that he'll be taking care of Dream from now on. Hob feels a great sense of responsibility for his mate being taken, and even if Dream doesn't want him as a life-partner, Hob will spend the rest of his life guarding Dream and keeping him safe. He'll sleep outside Dream’s door, if that's what it takes.
And Dream really, probably shouldn't be into this. But he captivated. The man (wolf?) has the kindest eyes, and that smell!!! That's the smell that's been driving Dream crazy with arousal for weeks. He's kneeling for Dream, scenting him gently. He's beautiful.
When Dream timidly asks if they can go home, Hob lifts him right out of the glass cage and simply carries him out of the basement, bridal style. Then he quickly finds a robe to wrap Dream in (not bothering to cover his own nakedness) and tucks him up so he can get warm.
"I can't drive." Hob says, in a growley but wonderful voice. "But you could ride home. On my back."
The idea of riding makes Dream shiver, and Hob must notice because he grins and nuzzles Dream’s throat.
"Time for that, later. Gonna mark every inch of you, if you let me." He rumbles.
As Dream clings to his mate's furr, Hob races through the countryside to take him home. He howls with delight, and Dream laughs. This is the kind of danger he's always wanted. He can't wait for more.
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More random imagines/headcanons while I’m recovering from a headache:
Solar is absolutely the kind of person to smoke weed as a method of coping with his Traumatic Backstory™️
New Moon hums the Whopper Song when he’s bored.
Sun’s cats all have weird names like Felony, Mustard, and Lamp.
Ruin has fallen over balconies before and just walked off like nothing happened.
Jigsaw accidentally has stumbled across Solar’s weed and got so high he thought he was a fairy and proceeded to ‘fly’ on the ground.
KC kidnaps inter-dimensional versions of his kids that are abused or dying and nurses them back to health and helps them recover before dropping them back off. His child count is 58 kids and going.
Lunar has a lighter on him at all times because Old Moon’s pyromania tendencies rubbed off on him.
New Blood Moon screams randomly. They just get the urge and suddenly just scream and continue on with whatever they were doing.
Old Blood Moon liked to cook. They wouldn’t eat it, but they loved cooking and usually sent it to Lunar as a gift.
Old Moon’s Ghost can be heard crying at night and generally haunting the daycare because he can’t move on. Solar is tired of hearing this but just glares at him and lets him.
OG Eclipse is living in Toronto as a barista with his own apartment, he watches the show every day religiously to check on his family.
Backup Eclipse chugs, at minimum, 6-24oz energy drinks and a whole 12 cup pot of coffee on a daily basis.
Earth falls asleep if she has even an ounce of an coffee.
#sun and moon show#sams#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf solar#fnaf good eclipse#fnaf new moon#fnaf sun#fnaf ruin eclipse#fnaf jigsaw eclipse#kill code moon#fnaf lunar#fnaf new blood moon#fnaf bloodmoon#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#fnaf backup eclipse#fnaf earth#snoweytrashposts#snoweytalks#snoweyrambles#snoweyrants#sun and moon show imagine#sams imagine#tw weed mention#tw high mention
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Text on the video reads West Virginia's SBA 252 would allow the state to kidnap the children of transgender parents, force trans people out of their homes and jobs and criminalize transgender with up to 5 years in prison.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRpaErh6/
Here's the images from the screenshot.
I can't find where they got the second image from to copy-paste the text into an alt text. But it essentially says the punishment is a felony.
Here's another interesting paragraph in the bill.
Any school officials or school personnel while engaged in a professional capacity or activity any public school library, classroom, building or other facility under the general supervision of the state board shall be deemed a custodian of children under §61-8D-4 of the Code of West Virginia. If any such school officials or school personnel while engaged in a professional capacity or activity any public school library, classroom, building or other facility under the general supervision of the state board learns of facts that give reason to suspect that a child has been exposed to obscene matter while in any public school library, classroom, building or other facility and fails to make a timely report may be prosecuted for a misdemeanor under §61-8D-4(f) of the Code of West Virginia and upon conviction shall be fined not exceeding $500 or imprisoned not more than 1 year or both
Here's a link to the bill
I'm sure democrats opposing this will be framed as "YOU WANT CHILDREN TO BE EXPOSED TO PORN" because the rest of the bill is about porn. But that sneaky little language of exposing people to transness is the real issue here.
-fae
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Episode 1 of Knuckles quick summary/live blogging. The warrior
Knuckles built his own obstacle course in the woods to get his muscle gain and in shape.
Nice call back to Sonic 1 with the "I know what you’re thinking" opening
The trio are official brothers roommates ✨️ 😍
Knuckles buries himself into the ground like a gopher
Contractors are called to fix up the house cause....y’know it keeps getting destroyed in each film.
Maddie saying "One of our kids." Yep, I can die peacefully now
4 contractor crews in one month, and the house STILL isn't properly fixed. Damn, no wonder Tom isn't there.
Tails managing to call Ozzie to get him off the roof. Adorable.
The talk between Sonic and Knuckles on the roof was very nice.
Maddie making breakfast for her boys
Knuckles now has an iron throne in his name
Knuckles refers to Maddie as "pretzel woman"
Ozzie's greatest foe is the mailman confirmed.
RIP Victory Chariot
Tom is out of town. Probably to get away from the dang kids wrecking his house.
Wade gets sassed by a 8 year old girl scout at a bowling alley.
Jack Sinclair. Bet he's committed lots of felonies
Oh wow, Pachacamac is a spirit in this? Well, that throws him being a weed hallucination out the window
"One cannot ground an Echidna warrior...for an Echidna warrior has no home." Oh, you sweet boy, you already have one ;-;...
2 minutes, and Knuckles already looks fed up with Wade's questions.
Knuckles 🤝 Sonic. Destroying the dashboard of cars.
Uh oh, G.U.N is here
OH GOD, THEY HAVE A RING
Damn, poor Agent Fairley. He was just there, not bothering anyone, and got banished to the mushroom planet as soon as he walked in the door.
Knuckles finally got his grapes for the trip 🍇
There is so much property damage happening in this episode. 😳
That woman took a bowling ball thrown at full force to the chest. How is she even breathing rn???
NO, HE GOT KIDNAPPED. Or....Echid-napped. Ha ha..... yeah ok.
Aw the ending credits are so cute. The song is catchy too.
Alright, it wasn’t not a bad start to the show. Felt just like how the energy the movies gave off.
I'd give it an 8.5
(Episode 2) (Episode 3) (Episode 4) (Episode 5) (Episode 6)
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Out of Context Shit Heard on the SOLDIER floor #3
Zack: Look at Sephiroth. No shirt. No mental stability. Just vibes
Roche: 10 gil says Sephiroth's hair is a wig
Sephiroth: I fell asleep in the elevator and not one person woke me up
Genesis: I shouldn't be giving mental health advice, I should be in a psyche ward
Angeal: Mhm mhm, great. Now was this before or after you decided to commit a felony??
Kunsel: Hmmm is that the sweet aroma of illegal activity i smell???
Zack: ALRIGHT, WHO WANTS TO CONTRIBUTE TO MY 'BUY SEPHIROTH A SHIRT' FUND???
Genesis: I'm loving the homoerotic vibe on the floor today fellas
Sephiroth: may I please have a donut *receives a donut from Angeal* thank you
Kunsel: You guys are concocting a plan on how to dismantle capitalism??? Without me????
Angeal: Sephiroth, why do you have a fake mustache?
Zack: *with an apple juice box* WHO'S READY TO GET DRUNK???
Angeal: Do you want to know what I think? No? Well I'm going to tell you what I think
Luxiere: Friends who kidnap Commander Rhapsodos and glue his mouth shut together stay together <3
Roche: No, Zack, melting your ice cream in the microwave and drinking it like soup isn't normal. Go see a therapist
Angeal to Genesis: Every time I find a gray hair on me I'm shaving a part of your head
Lazard: There's a packet of dubious white powder in Sephiroth's office and—oh, it's sugar?? Well that makes more sense
Sebastian to Essai: No homo bro but if I had boobs you'd be the first to squeeze them :)
Kunsel: OK, show of hands, who here would die for Zack Fair?
Luxiere: You don't KNOW YOUR ABCs???
Sephiroth: Ooh hiss hiss I'm a snake
Genesis: Infinito en misterio, es el don de la diosa—*cough cough*—sorry I think I glitched for a second there
Cloud: I would greatly benefit from being knocked out right now
Roche: Not to feed your delusions, but you look stunning today
Lazard: WHO CHANGED MY NAMEPLATE TO DIRECTOR LIZARD??
Cloud: I'm not even a SOLDIER and I can ascertain that half of you have never felt the touch of a woman
Lazard to the trio + Zack: Ah, yes if it isn't the four horsemen of the apocalypse
Cloud to Genesis: you are the patron saint of BEING A WHORE
Angeal: 🎵 How many explosives can I fit in this houseplant?
Roche to Kunsel: I WANT TO BELIEVE YOU'RE A PISCES BUT YOURE ACTING LIKE A SCORPIO
Lazard: No twerking in the break room, Zack
Kunsel: My name is Kunsel and I believe in extortion and federal crimes
Genesis: yes thank you, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS, I KNOW THE FLOOR IS WET *proceeds to slip on the wet floor*
Sephiroth: Oh I'm sorry am I interrupting your mental breakdown?
Angeal: WHY IS THERE 12 POUNDS OF TURKEY BACON IN THE FRIDGE??
Cloud: well at least now we know what happened to the giant Sephiroth cardboard cutout in the training room
Genesis: And then I said to him: no, Sephiroth, I didn't steal your summon materia and I was totally lying
Cloud: You can't stand me?? Well sit down and endure me, bitch
#ffvii#ff7#final fantasy#final fantasy 7#ff7r#sephiroth#genesis rhapsodos#angeal hewley#zack fair#cloud strife#crisis core#incorrect quotes
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